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Okay, normally I would take a little longer to do these, but I wanted to challenge myself this morning. I hope it turned out well!

Last week I decided to try an experiment where I asked my $15 dollar patrons to give me prompts, for which I would try to write short stories of a paragraph or two for them. Here are the results - some overwritten a bit, because I still need to work on that. Enjoy!

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Modern spaceship navigation computers require the permament installation of human wetware.

“Let me go, you creeps!” Victoria Pines struggled against the grip of her captors, but they were both bigger and stronger than her – and despite their uniforms marking them as simple company security for NewNet Traversal, their builds looked more fitting for marine corps servicemen. “I’m a private citizen! You have no right to detain me!”

“Oh, we are well aware of who you are, Miss Pines.” A voice, female, calm, professional, echoed around her from speakers placed every few meters down the corridor she was being frogmarched through. “Investigative reporter for the Jupiter Eye.” The blank white corridor walls suddenly lit up, each panel turning into a screen to display one of her past articles exposing crime and corruption. “You do good work. But not the kind of work we need snooping around here. So congratulations, Miss Pines – you’re starting a whole new career for us today.”

“Like hell I will!” At the end of the corridor, a door slid open, revealing a small pod, just large enough for a chair. Victoria was forced into it, restraints locking into place around her legs and arms. “I’ve seen enough of your company to know you’re up to something – there’s no way I’ll ever work for you! And if you think you can just make me disappear, people know where I’ve been – they’ll come looking for me!”

“Of course, Miss Pines. But they won’t find you.” Restraints firmly secured, the two security goons backed up, and the pod door slid closed, leaving her trapped in a windowless white room. “They’ll just find Nav-Node 102659-B. And that won’t be enough for a real investigation.”

“What are you…” Victoria stopped, looking up as a strange metal helmet descended out of the ceiling and planted itself firmly on her head, preventing her from moving at all. “What is this?”

“The new navigation system you were looking into, Miss Pines. We thought we’d give you a first-hand look at it.” As the voice spoke, the pod lit up, little lights activating along the walls and the chair. She could feel the whole room starting to vibrate.

“The new navigation system?” Victoria blinked. She was starting to feel a little fuzzy, having trouble thinking. “But the plans I found were all… blank…”

She blinked again, and again, trying to clear her head, but it didn’t help. The sensation was strange – it was as though there was a high-pitched whine just at the edge of her hearing, even though she couldn’t hear anything with her ears, and it was slowly growing louder, drowning out her thoughts. Her helmet was rumbling.

“Oh, that’s because we gave the navigation system development to a different department – Human Resources.” It was getting really difficult to think now. “You know, it turns out that the human brain is a very powerful computer, if you treat it right. Perfect for storing nav data and piloting starship autopilot. You just have to format all the old software out of it first.”

“… Old… Software…?” Vict… Vic… Vi was finding it really difficult to think now, but that was okay. She could just relax. There was no point to trying to do anything while that noise was buzzing through her brain. The strange sound was so soothing…

“Indeed. Goodbye, Miss Pines.”

The woman in the chair went limp, her eyes half lidded, drool starting to drip from her lips as her jaw hung slack.

“And hello, Nav-Node 102659-B.”

The helmet lowered itself further, enclosing itself around the former Victoria’s head like a sphere. Inside it, lights and sounds began to play, joining the wireless electric field that the helmet had been broadcasting since it turned on – programming the now blank slate in its grip.

[Unit detected]

[Installing operating system]

[Installing…]

[Instillation complete. 102659-B online]

[Designating function - Navigation and systems guidance]

[Downloading latest space charts and guidance routines…]

[Estimated download time: 37h]

“Wonderful. You’re settling in nicely.” The voice chuckled. “I’d tell you not to worry – that our Nav pods are impenetrable, and they’ll keep you safe and healthy until the end of time… But my good little Nav doesn’t have any worries, does she? Lovely, another unit for the quota – I wonder if the Jupiter Eye has any ships on order from us – I might just install you in there as thanks~”

The new Nav node didn’t hear a word – its eyes focused on the flashing lights, ears full of digital sound, and its mind slowly filling with the new data it would need for its mission.

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A hypnotic tone triggers a heroine into blank obedience to an unseen Mistress

Battlegirl burst into the room, power fists blazing. “Haha! Finally! I’ve found you, Hypstress! And Warmaid thought I couldn’t do it. Now show yourself, and… And… Huh.”

She paused, looking around. This didn’t look like a villain’s lair. It was just a pure white room – one so bright that it almost hurt to look at, and it was impossible to tell where the walls met the floor or the ceiling ended, giving it the illusion of stretching off into infinity.

“… Did I get the wrong place?” The heroic sidekick wondered aloud, glancing around and failing to notice the door slide shut silently behind her. “No, no, I was sure the clues led here. Where are you hid-!”

A low tone began to hum through the room, steadily rising in volume, interrupting the hero’s bluster and forcing her to cover her ears.

“Hey, what the heck? What is this? What are you- what are you…” Battlegirl’s eyes fluttered. A feeling of relaxation washed over her – her hands, held tight over her ears, starting to loosen and let more noise flow in. “I… I…”

Ting

The rising tone ended with a sharp, crystalline sound – one that shot through the hero’s ears and pierced her mind so suddenly she couldn’t muster any defence. Her arms dropped to her sides, jaw slack as her eyes turned completely white, and her mind fell silent.

The room became quiet once more, an empty, white void, just like Battlegirl’s brain. She stood in place quietly, not a thought in her head, and waited – waited for the Mistress who had so easily defeated her to come and claim her new superheroine pet.

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An interview between a reporter and pornstar who is a living latex sexdoll. By the end of the interview the reporter has been thoroughly seduced and wants to become a living latex doll herself.

“S-so…” Candace swallowed and tried to get control of her nerves. Interviewing celebrities was always intense work, but she’d never expected to be interviewing a pornstar like this. The rise of the Latex Lifestyle had been sudden and rapid – and now here she was, interviewing a living lovedoll for her opinion on the world. Influencers came in all shapes and sizes. “You’ve had an exciting career… Is there anything you’d like to say to anyone who might be considering getting into… um… showbusiness like yourself?”

“You mean into porn?” Lindsey Lover, the hottest of the hot stars right now, smirked at the interviewer. “Well I’d definitely tell them to get the latex conversion done as soon as possible – it makes the whole thing a lot more fun.”

There was something sexual just about the way she said the words, and Candace found herself having to hold back a deep breath. “The- the latex conversion? That’s, ah, you’ve- you’ve spoken about that before…” Stop stuttering! Oh god, she was coming off like a complete wreck! “That’s the operation that turned you into a, a lovedoll, correct?”

“That’s right.” Lindsey nodded, her soft latex flesh shining under the spotlight. “Although I would hardly call it an operation. These days the process is quite quick, and even pleasant to undergo.”

“O-oh. Well that’s… certainly interesting.”

“I could demonstrate for you now, if you like…” The star added with a wink. “It would just take a little kiss~”

“Um.” Eep. “S-so, some critics of your work say that you are, in fact, not a celebrity, and that you’re simply exerting some kind of mental influence on the people as part of some kind of ‘latex invasion’,” the reporter quickly read off her notes. “What do you, um, say in response?”

“I say that’s ridiculous, of course.” Lindsey smiled with plump plastic lips. Then she leaned forward, pressing her lovely latex tits up for the camera, and for Candace. “After all, can I truly be held responsible if people want to look like me? I’m just taking care of myself… Like a lot of viewers at home should be as well~” She winked at the camera.

There was a pause as the reporter tried to tear her eyes away from the beautiful bouncy display in front of her. “I… I see! Um. So, ah, the people have nothing to be afraid of?”

“Not a single thing… They’ll all feel much better as latex lovedolls – why fight the future?” The lovedoll lady was moving closer now, practically crawling into Candace’s lap. “Here. Let me show you…”

The reporter knew she should resist – should try to fight the woman off and regain control of herself. But the way Lindsey spoke and moved made it all sound so tempting… And she just couldn’t get those wonderful tits out of her mind…

When those lovely latex lips came down and pressed against her own, she didn’t fight. She just moaned, melting into pleasure as the lovedoll’s hands began to roam around under her shirt, and a warm tingling feeling began to spread out from her mouth…

The camera feed cut out.

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A superheroine is converted into a bimbo while a previously bimbofied comrade 'helps' her.

“S-stop…” Matrix squirmed, her normally cyber-enhanced strength failing her as she was pulled to the ground by her former ally, Knight Sky. Only, this wasn’t really Knight Sky, she kept telling herself – Knight Sky was a valiant defender of truth and justice, cloaked in a cowl of stars and wielding a blade that shone like the sun, with dark hair, a cunning smile, and eyes that twinkled with mirth and joy.

This woman, meanwhile, didn’t give a damn about truth and justice – and certainly couldn’t spell either of them. Her cowl had become a bikini, the stars, body glitter, and her burning blade had been replaced by an eagerly vibrating pink dildo. Blonde hair now fell around her shoulders, and there was no trace of cunning in her vapid expression – the only thing her eyes twinkled with was lust.

“No way, May-may~” The bimbified heroine giggled, crawling up to loom over her former partner, her gaze smouldering with desire. “Not until you feel as super great as I do~”

It was her own fault, Matrix thought as she tried and failed to escape. The two of them had been working containment on the sudden bimbo plague which had hit the city, trying to establish a quarantine zone before the entire place was overrun. Bimbos weren’t smart or fast, they weren’t difficult to outwit if you acted fast enough. She’d only taken her eyes off of Knight Sky for a moment to stun a few plague bearers getting close to the wall…

But that was all it took, and now she was just as screwed as her partner. Already her armour was coming apart, corrupted and weakened by the pink strain that went wherever a bimbo carrier touched. She was already infected – it was just a question of how long she could resist it. Maybe if she acted fast, she’d be able to get the breakout contained again, and activate her unity communicator to let the others know what had gone wrong…

… If her friend let her. “I, um, I already feel… like, super good already,” she tried, doing her best to affect the vapid valley girl tones she’d heard so many times during this epidemic. “So you can let me go now. Totally.”

There was a pause, and Matrix winced. That had been the worst performance she’d ever given in her life. Surely there was no way that-

“Oh awesome!” Bimbo Sky cheered, bouncing with excitement, her massive breasts bouncing along. “That’s totally great May-may! Now we can have all sorts of bimbo fun!”

“Uh… Sure, yeah… Totally…?” Matrix wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “So can you get off me now?”

“Sure thing, bestest bimbo buddy!” Sky scooted up off of Matrix’s chest… And onto her face. “Just as soon as you pay me back!”

Oh. Matrix swallowed. She was so close… She just needed a few seconds to reach her communicator. If she could please Sky quickly enough, then surely she’d have time to do that, right…?

It should be noted that this was very stupid logic – that sticking her tongue into the slit of an actively contagious bimbo plague carrier was possibly the worst thing she could do in any situation. But to be fair, Matrix was feeling pretty stupid right now – the virus was making her thoughts light and airy, and so incredibly slow. So stupid logic was just what she needed at the moment!

She leaned up, her tongue extending as blonde streaks began to appear in her hair, and-

Oh wow! Giggle~

It was over in an instant. The second she tasted the smallest drop of bimbo juice straight from the source, her fight was done. The blonde streaks turned into a complete platinum wave. The weaknesses in her armour turned into plain old air as her skintight costume became a pink crop top and booty shorts. And the stupid logic that had been guiding her… turned into pure stupid, her brain liquidating and squirting straight out of her slit as her boobs and butt busted out.

After that she was far more concerned with eating out the tasty pussy hovering in front of her than she was with any silly old communicator!

And so the plague continued to spread…

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An already hypnotized magical girl is reprogrammed into a villain.

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes…”

The magician look had seemed like a joke at first – honestly, it wasn’t what she would have chosen for herself if she’d, you know, been given a choice. Minions of the great infinite darkness didn’t really get those all that often though, and she had been animated via the great dark power possessing a magician’s top hat, so what could she do about it? Nothing, that was what.

So Dark Spellweaver had done her best to play into her role. The top hat, the skimpy tux look, the long dark stockings – the showmanship, even if she personally was the kind of person who got bad stage fright if more than one person was looking at her. That was just how things were done! And given how poorly it had all suited her, she’d fully expected her first encounter with a magical girl to end in a bright flash of light and one less dark minion in the world.

So when her half-fumbled attempt at hypnotism by dangling a crystal pendant in front of the girl’s face had worked… She had not really planned this far ahead.

Crap, the girl was waiting – standing there completely blank, her eyes still following the crystal’s swing… She needed to come up with something here! Ack, why hadn’t she written all of this down ahead of time…?

What was she supposed to do with her?!

… Well… She did need an assistant. Maybe someone to take all the eyes on stage so she felt less nervous while performing her magic tricks? … Eh, why not, it wasn’t like she had anything to lose…

“Repeat after me. I am a minion of darkness…”

“I am a minion of darkness…”

Holy crap, it was actually working. She could see the light starting to fade from the girl’s costume, replaced by black lightning…!

“Um, I am a loyal servant of Dark Spellweaver…”

“I am a loyal servant of Dark Spellweaver…”

Oh god oh god oh god, it was happening – she could feel the magical bond forming between her and her opponent – the bond of a Mistress and her minion. She was really sealing her loyalty…!

“I am… her beautiful stage assistant!”

“I am her beautiful stage assistant!”

There was an explosion of dark energy, driving the dark minion in a top hat back a step – and when it cleared, there was no magical girl to be seen. In her place, was a tall woman with long, curly blonde hair, dressed in a tight red bunnygirl outfit, complete with ears, that showed off an incredibly busty figure – especially the cut out heart window just over her chest.

The dull look in her eyes was gone – but in its place was bright, feverish loyalty, and mischievous darkness. Without hesitation, she struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other behind her head, showing off the fullness of her sexualised body.

“Dark Assistant, here to serve! What shall we do first, Mistress~?”

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Two harem mistresses' try to hypnotize each other to surrender their harems and become a mindslave. They both lose.

“Heh. You’re bold, coming out into the open like this. Did you really think I would forget the insult you paid me the last time we met?”

“Hmph. How foolish, for you to believe I am afraid of you. That would explain why you feel you can move into my territory without facing the inevitable consequences.”

The two Mistresses stared at one another, both flanked by their adoring harems. On one side, Mistress Blanc, accompanied by her simple drones, each white eyed and mindless, dressed in pure white uniforms, all traces of their former identities scrubbed. On the other, Mistress Destra, who had brought her minions, all dressed in staple harem wear, drifting silk veils and ropes – covering little, and revealing much. All of their eyes were spirals, their minds lost in the ever-turning swirls.

Around them, the world moved on, oblivious to the confrontation, or the large group of mostly naked women in their midst. They couldn’t perceive it – the World Organization of Mind Controllers had long seen to it that their activities could never be noticed by the common man. The two Mistresses had chosen a very public plaza for their final confrontation – correctly confident that they would not be interrupted.

“Do you like the uniforms?” Blanc asked, her casual tone belying her vicious nature. She stroked a slave at her side, and smiled as she felt them shudder. “You’ll be wearing one soon.”

“No, thank you,” Destra smirked in return. “They’re far too plain for me. A figure like mine…” Her hands moved up to the weak clasp that held her top closed. “Should be on display!”

Seeing her opponent move, Blanc’s eyes narrowed – but she made no move in turn. Indeed, she didn’t need to – her power had been but a thought away since the beginning.

Destra’s top came apart, and her massive breasts bounced into the world – immediately dropping every single one of her minions into a mindless trance, as her power overwhelmed them. At the same time, Blanc’s eyes began to glow with pure white light, bright and dazzling, instantly erasing any absent thoughts that her drones might have had. Two mind controllers unveiled their mind controlling powers and went head to head – both seeking to dominate the other, both believing themselves to be the stronger of the two.

Blanc stared directly into her rival’s hypnotic tits with a smug smirk on her face, confident that the other woman would crumble first. Destra glared straight into her opponent’s white gaze, knowing full well that they would fall before she. Wills collided, the foundation of the world shook. The battle for dominance went on…

… And on…

… And on…

…

Slowly, the shaking stopped. The tension leaked out. The drones and the minions came back to themselves, though they made no move to act or think on their own – they were all well trained.

Neither Destra nor Blanc moved. The two Mistresses remained, staring at one another, each looking deep into the other’s well of power. But neither was really trying to dominate the other anymore.

How could they? Both of their minds had been scoured clean.

Yes, indeed, Destra’s eyes shone blankly white, her mind empty of all thought or desire, her expression still stuck in its intense glare. And Blanc, just the same, was still smirking with just as much smugness as she had at the start – not a drop more or less. But her eyes were simple swirls, and her mind was caught in them eternally, spiralling forever, never managing to slip so much as a thought out between those curling lines.

Both women had set out to conquer a dominant Mistress on this day, and both had clearly succeeded. It had simply come at a price they were both too arrogant to believe they would pay.

In a day or so, another member of the World Organization of Mind Controllers would come to investigate, and she or her would find two wonderfully well trained harems ready to fall into their laps – along with their now thoroughly well trained Mistresses. All parties would be well cared for.

But until then, the two would remain, invisible to the world – a pair of mindless statues, trapped in the height of their foolish hubris. A warning, a monument, for any others who would follow in their footsteps.

A fitting end, for such a pair.