“You want money?” Johann Jakob Balmer starts with the usual low-hanging fruit, “I can give you money. Just give me the cure.”
Meh, “I already have more than I know what to do with, honestly. I have very few expenses and generally make my own gear. I make a good living moving cargo and scanning star systems.” He seems to be getting progressively more frightened.
“Men, then… or women, no judgment here… I can get you the finest courtesans…” no thank you, Mr. Balmer.
“I'm not interested in partners that are only in it for the money, Mr. Balmer, and I have no difficulties getting laid,” seriously, between Cowbird and Euler I'm getting plenty of tail… and now Stephanie can join in with something more sensitive than the doll… which may be a mistake.
“Power. I can get you power, people under your command, the world at your feet…” Obedient slaves are trivial.
“How do you think I humbled your men, Mr. Balmer?” Seriously, labor is free, “I already have people under my command that eclipse anyone you can assign to me… not that I could trust anyone you provide.” He deflates a bit.
“Access!” Okay, now I'm listening, “I know who sells the good stuff, and how to get them to sell to me… or you.”
That one… that's tempting… but in the end, “I can't trust you, Mr. Balmer. You attacked my ship for no reason beyond greed, and ordered your men to kill me in a fit of rage when I didn't bow to threats. You would only be working for me until such time as you thought you could point a bigger fish at me… I'd be spending my life looking over my shoulder.” I shake my head, “No thank you.”
He pauses, “You’re never going to give up the cure, are you?” He closes his eyes and takes a breath to steady himself… odd behavior, in a species that doesn't actually breathe.
“Probably not, Mr. Balmer. You're wearing the rightful scars inflicted upon you in self-defense,” I still haven't stopped smiling… or am I smirking? I'm probably smirking, “I shouldn't cheat you of them.”
“THEN DIE!” he screams as he casts a spell: Radiation Ray. Nasty one, that: Eight dice of fire damage (to which I'm currently immune) and exposes the victim to heavy radiation (to which I'm natively immune, and have been since level one).
I block anyway (Wings of Cover is a wonderful spell), and retaliate, casting using Spell Enhancer then Dominate Monster on him, asking Patricia to feast when I do. My spell brushes aside his will on the first try.
Or rather, her will. The mafia ex-man's chest balloons outwards, jiggling jello jugs suitable for basketball, bouncing braless for everyone to see, her hair growing down to her knees and turning pink as her waist cinches in and her hips and fanny flair. Her chin narrows, her lips blossom into padded pillows, and her eyes turn vacant.
“He was delicious… thank you for the treat…” You’re welcome, Patricia.
But oww. I shouldn't have done that. I should have had Euler or even Cowbird take him down, but no, I wanted to do it myself. Stupid. Ugh. Still… work to do before I can relax. After all, I don't want the newly minted idiot….
“Oh, she's not an idiot,” Patricia interrupts, “Her cognitive functions aren't actually damaged. She just… doesn't want to think for herself anymore. She'll live in the moment, no thought for tomorrow, and go along with whoever seems to be the smartest in the room (although she won't think that judgment through). She'll want to be seen as stupid, she'll want to be called stupid (and the bigger words used to say it, the better); it will really get her motor running and drench her panties… but she’s really not dumb at all.”
So… a fake bimbo?
“Exactly. A pretender… who's going to be very, very good at it.” Thank you Patricia.
I look around the room… the minions aren't even struggling against their invisible captors anymore. I destroy the Walls of Force around the table, and start ordering Ms. Balmer, “Tell us all how you feel now, Ms. Balmer.”
“Oh, I feel great!” she begins, much to the horror of her former flunkies, “It’s so nice not to need to think now! I can just be, and feel, and… hmm…” she eyes some particularly tight buns on one of her old minions. No, I’m not looking at the same overly tight pants on the guy three tables left of the door.
They’re scared, I want to drive home just how bad their former boss has it, now, “Just how vacuous is that head of yours? Have I liberated you of the burden of needing to think?”
“Oh, I’m all about vac… vac… I have all the suck in my head. I’m all done with the ‘think’ thing. No more thinking stuff for me. I just want to feel. Like that nice juicy trouser titan I know you’re hiding in there, Adam,” she’s licking her lips, and her eyes haven’t wandered, “I want to feel that.”
I nod, “So how do you want to take him, then, stupid slut that you are?”
“All the ways!” Oh, the looks on the flunkies faces, “In my mouth, up my bum, in my baby maker, between my milk shakers…” she closes her eyes, smiles, and shudders in anticipation.
There’s no kill like overkill, “And when he sticks it in you, do you want anything at all between him and your idiot self, or do you want to feel every inch of his manhood as closely as possible?” I’m not even using the Domination link. I don’t need to. I know what she wants.
“Oooh, bare, please!” she’s quite enthusiastic.
“Are you moronic enough to let me record your encounter?” She won’t think it through, obviously.
“Ooh, I get to be a movie star?!” Her eyes light up… but don’t wander. She’s still zeroed in on Adam.
“With your permission, I’ll make sure to post it at no monetary expense to you, for everyone to see,” yay for her faking being dumber than a box of rocks, “so everyone can know just how big of an idiot you are, how vacuous your brain, how strongly that space in your head sucks… harder than your mouth, which I imagine is saying something now.”
“Do you mean it?” I can smell she’s getting wet - and no, I don’t know how a hologram successfully makes lubrication - and her smile still grows.
“I do,” I reassure her, “but there are other things I want to do as well. So you’ll need to take him here and now, stupid, or the deal’s off.”
“Yay! I’ll do it!” She shouts as she strips down, showing everyone in the room her new body, baring it all, and heading to Adam.
“Release Adam for now,” I instruct my invisible angel thugs as Johann approaches Adam, “I think the imbecile will keep him safely occupied. In fact…” I look around the room, “Release them all. I think they’re aware of what will happen if they try to take me down.”
The angels obey… and most of the minions stay down. Johann goes straight for Adam’s crotch, ripping open his pants and… okay, yes, that’s a good footlong sausage he’s got there… and it’s still soft. Johann goes straight to work on that with her mouth, getting a rise out of him in no time flat.
Meanwhile, I keep talking; there is only ‘open fire’ and ‘I need to reload’ after all, “And… Ms. Moron, how do you feel about your other old employees joining in, sticking it in your stupid body?”
She stops sucking, switching to straddling Adam’s meat member, “Yes please! Give me more!”
I look around the room, “You heard the lady. It’s best not to keep her waiting. But! No hurting her. Insult her all you want, she’ll thank you. Stick it in all her holes, she’ll love it. Spill seed on her body? She’ll adore you for it. But do nothing that will cause her injury. I don’t like violence, and will defend those around me who can’t defend themselves. Capiche?”
None of them say a word. Some of them try to run out the door… and run into the invisible walls. Most join in, and pretty soon Johann Jakob Balmer is at the center of a circle of men, one in her baby bakery, one up her rear, one in her mouth, one in each hand… and I think she’s trying to give two others footjobs. The others wait their turns, and as Johann gets very, very messy, my companions and I simply watch.
As I do, one of the thugs asks me a question, “Would ypu please turn me, too?”
I turn to him… he doesn't look like anything special… and ask, “Are you sure? It is very hard to undo if….”
Patricia interrupts, “We can't help her thay way.”
Wait, what? Explain.
“It's easier to show you…” she pauses, “Cover your bad eye.”
I shrug, and cover my pink eye with my hand.
“No, the OTHER eye,” she seems annoyed, but I switch, “Great! Now, ignore what you think should and shouldn't be visible, and just look at this poor woman.”
I look and… oh, hey: There's something like a glowing pink sphere in her head.
“That's her soul. And that's why we can't help her that way,” Because she has a pink soul?
“No, it's… okay, look at the guys in the room,” I turn to look at the orgy, and… oh, blue lights, suffusing everyone… well, except Cowbird, Euler, and Johann, they have a full body pink suffusion… oh.
“You get it now. The body is dragged along when we partake because the soul occupies it, entirely. Most people accept their bodies as THEIR bodies, even if they don't like them,” I turn back to the woman who asked, “She, however, has rejected her body. It carries her soul, yes, but she doesn't see it as herself. We can certainly partake of what little masculinity is there…” but it won't help, as her soul doesn't have a grip on her body for it to get dragged along, and if anything doing so will make the dissonance worse for her. “Exactly.” So really, Patricia, we just need to update her body first… like, say, crafting an Elixir of Sex Shifting for her. “That… could do the job, yes.”
I consider my response, “You’re a special case. There is something I can make that will do it, but for now… you're immune to the physical portions of the side effects of my magic.”
She looks so downcast… “I can fix you up, though. I just need a couple days. Come on, let's get back to my ship…” I destroy the other Walls of Force, dismiss the angels, finally stop the recording, and head 'home’ to Stephanie… I need some peace and quiet to get rid of my headache.
“You want money?” Johann Jakob Balmer starts with the usual low-hanging fruit, “I can give you money. Just give me the cure.”
Meh, “I already have more than I know what to do with, honestly. I have very few expenses and generally make my own gear. I make a good living moving cargo and scanning star systems.” He seems to be getting progressively more frightened.
“Men, then… or women, no judgment here… I can get you the finest courtesans…” no thank you, Mr. Balmer.
“I'm not interested in partners that are only in it for the money, Mr. Balmer, and I have no difficulties getting laid,” seriously, between Cowbird and Euler I'm getting plenty of tail… and now Stephanie can join in with something more sensitive than the doll… which may be a mistake.
“Power. I can get you power, people under your command, the world at your feet…” Obedient slaves are trivial.
“How do you think I humbled your men, Mr. Balmer?” Seriously, labor is free, “I already have people under my command that eclipse anyone you can assign to me… not that I could trust anyone you provide.” He deflates a bit.
“Access!” Okay, now I'm listening, “I know who sells the good stuff, and how to get them to sell to me… or you.”
That one… that's tempting… but in the end, “I can't trust you, Mr. Balmer. You attacked my ship for no reason beyond greed, and ordered your men to kill me in a fit of rage when I didn't bow to threats. You would only be working for me until such time as you thought you could point a bigger fish at me… I'd be spending my life looking over my shoulder.” I shake my head, “No thank you.”
He pauses, “You’re never going to give up the cure, are you?” He closes his eyes and takes a breath to steady himself… odd behavior, in a species that doesn't actually breathe.
“Probably not, Mr. Balmer. You're wearing the rightful scars inflicted upon you in self-defense,” I still haven't stopped smiling… or am I smirking? I'm probably smirking, “I shouldn't cheat you of them.”
“THEN DIE!” he screams as he casts a spell: Radiation Ray. Nasty one, that: Eight dice of fire damage (to which I'm currently immune) and exposes the victim to heavy radiation (to which I'm natively immune, and have been since level one).
I block anyway (Wings of Cover is a wonderful spell), and retaliate, casting using Spell Enhancer then Dominate Monster on him, asking Patricia to feast when I do. My spell brushes aside his will on the first try.
Or rather, her will. The mafia ex-man's chest balloons outwards, jiggling jello jugs suitable for basketball, bouncing braless for everyone to see, her hair growing down to her knees and turning pink as her waist cinches in and her hips and fanny flair. Her chin narrows, her lips blossom into padded pillows, and her eyes turn vacant.
“He was delicious… thank you for the treat…” You’re welcome, Patricia.
But oww. I shouldn't have done that. I should have had Euler or even Cowbird take him down, but no, I wanted to do it myself. Stupid. Ugh. Still… work to do before I can relax. After all, I don't want the newly minted idiot….
“Oh, she's not an idiot,” Patricia interrupts, “Her cognitive functions aren't actually damaged. She just… doesn't want to think for herself anymore. She'll live in the moment, no thought for tomorrow, and go along with whoever seems to be the smartest in the room (although she won't think that judgment through). She'll want to be seen as stupid, she'll want to be called stupid (and the bigger words used to say it, the better); it will really get her motor running and drench her panties… but she’s really not dumb at all.”
So… a fake bimbo?
“Exactly. A pretender… who's going to be very, very good at it.” Thank you Patricia.
I look around the room… the minions aren't even struggling against their invisible captors anymore. I destroy the Walls of Force around the table, and start ordering Ms. Balmer, “Tell us all how you feel now, Ms. Balmer.”
“Oh, I feel great!” she begins, much to the horror of her former flunkies, “It’s so nice not to need to think now! I can just be, and feel, and… hmm…” she eyes some particularly tight buns on one of her old minions. No, I’m not looking at the same overly tight pants on the guy three tables left of the door.
They’re scared, I want to drive home just how bad their former boss has it, now, “Just how vacuous is that head of yours? Have I liberated you of the burden of needing to think?”
“Oh, I’m all about vac… vac… I have all the suck in my head. I’m all done with the ‘think’ thing. No more thinking stuff for me. I just want to feel. Like that nice juicy trouser titan I know you’re hiding in there, Adam,” she’s licking her lips, and her eyes haven’t wandered, “I want to feel that.”
I nod, “So how do you want to take him, then, stupid slut that you are?”
“All the ways!” Oh, the looks on the flunkies faces, “In my mouth, up my bum, in my baby maker, between my milk shakers…” she closes her eyes, smiles, and shudders in anticipation.
There’s no kill like overkill, “And when he sticks it in you, do you want anything at all between him and your idiot self, or do you want to feel every inch of his manhood as closely as possible?” I’m not even using the Domination link. I don’t need to. I know what she wants.
“Oooh, bare, please!” she’s quite enthusiastic.
“Are you moronic enough to let me record your encounter?” She won’t think it through, obviously.
“Ooh, I get to be a movie star?!” Her eyes light up… but don’t wander. She’s still zeroed in on Adam.
“With your permission, I’ll make sure to post it at no monetary expense to you, for everyone to see,” yay for her faking being dumber than a box of rocks, “so everyone can know just how big of an idiot you are, how vacuous your brain, how strongly that space in your head sucks… harder than your mouth, which I imagine is saying something now.”
“Do you mean it?” I can smell she’s getting wet - and no, I don’t know how a hologram successfully makes lubrication - and her smile still grows.
“I do,” I reassure her, “but there are other things I want to do as well. So you’ll need to take him here and now, stupid, or the deal’s off.”
“Yay! I’ll do it!” She shouts as she strips down, showing everyone in the room her new body, baring it all, and heading to Adam.
“Release Adam for now,” I instruct my invisible angel thugs as Johann approaches Adam, “I think the imbecile will keep him safely occupied. In fact…” I look around the room, “Release them all. I think they’re aware of what will happen if they try to take me down.”
The angels obey… and most of the minions stay down. Johann goes straight for Adam’s crotch, ripping open his pants and… okay, yes, that’s a good footlong sausage he’s got there… and it’s still soft. Johann goes straight to work on that with her mouth, getting a rise out of him in no time flat.
Meanwhile, I keep talking; there is only ‘open fire’ and ‘I need to reload’ after all, “And… Ms. Moron, how do you feel about your other old employees joining in, sticking it in your stupid body?”
She stops sucking, switching to straddling Adam’s meat member, “Yes please! Give me more!”
I look around the room, “You heard the lady. It’s best not to keep her waiting. But! No hurting her. Insult her all you want, she’ll thank you. Stick it in all her holes, she’ll love it. Spill seed on her body? She’ll adore you for it. But do nothing that will cause her injury. I don’t like violence, and will defend those around me who can’t defend themselves. Capiche?”
None of them say a word. Some of them try to run out the door… and run into the invisible walls. Most join in, and pretty soon Johann Jakob Balmer is at the center of a circle of men, one in her baby bakery, one up her rear, one in her mouth, one in each hand… and I think she’s trying to give two others footjobs. The others wait their turns, and as Johann gets very, very messy, my companions and I simply watch.
As I do, one of the thugs asks me a question, “Would ypu please turn me, too?”
I turn to him… he doesn't look like anything special… and ask, “Are you sure? It is very hard to undo if….”
Patricia interrupts, “We can't help her thay way.”
Wait, what? Explain.
“It's easier to show you…” she pauses, “Cover your bad eye.”
I shrug, and cover my pink eye with my hand.
“No, the OTHER eye,” she seems annoyed, but I switch, “Great! Now, ignore what you think should and shouldn't be visible, and just look at this poor woman.”
I look and… oh, hey: There's something like a glowing pink sphere in her head.
“That's her soul. And that's why we can't help her that way,” Because she has a pink soul?
“No, it's… okay, look at the guys in the room,” I turn to look at the orgy, and… oh, blue lights, suffusing everyone… well, except Cowbird, Euler, and Johann, they have a full body pink suffusion… oh.
“You get it now. The body is dragged along when we partake because the soul occupies it, entirely. Most people accept their bodies as THEIR bodies, even if they don't like them,” I turn back to the woman who asked, “She, however, has rejected her body. It carries her soul, yes, but she doesn't see it as herself. We can certainly partake of what little masculinity is there…” but it won't help, as her soul doesn't have a grip on her body for it to get dragged along, and if anything doing so will make the dissonance worse for her. “Exactly.” So really, Patricia, we just need to update her body first… like, say, crafting an Elixir of Sex Shifting for her. “That… could do the job, yes.”
I consider my response, “You’re a special case. There is something I can make that will do it, but for now… you're immune to the physical portions of the side effects of my magic.”
She looks so downcast… “I can fix you up, though. I just need a couple days. Come on, let's get back to my ship…” I destroy the other Walls of Force, dismiss the angels, finally stop the recording, and head 'home’ to Stephanie… I need some peace and quiet to get rid of my headache.
