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"What the fuck is this!?" Dana nearly smashed her computer desk with her pretty fists, but caught herself at the last moment before shattering her plastic computer keyboard into pieces. "HominyMartian is doing what!?"

She called Oliver at 1:05 AM, which he promptly answered after one ring. She'd commanded him to change his ringtone just for her calls, and had programmed his stupid pliable mind with her much more powerful breasts so that he would respond to its tone and be at her every beck and call.

"Oliver!"

"Yes Mistress?" He sounded groggy.

"Get on your computer right now! Where is this HominyMartian! I don't pay $10 a month to fucking hear about Riddle Me Numberwang - Sexy Version! Find me their address now! I'm going to pay them a visit..." Dana tried to crack her knuckles, but no sound actually came out.

"Oh, right. I'm fucking invulnerable," she acknowledged, almost sheepishly.

"I'll get right to work, Mistress!" Oliver complied with a bit of hesitation.

Dana hung up. It was nice to hear his reluctance before the vision of her enormous, alluring, perfectly formed breasts in his mind's eye broke him. It was what she had set him up with anyway.

Slipping on a pristine pair of new sneakers and any old thing from her closet, the outfit morphed into a black, skintight catsuit. Now the only question was if HominyMartian would produce like they promised, or if Dana was going to take control of yet another stupid human mortal...

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Koopz

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