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The Slippery Slope
Chapter 07
As fun as my games have been lately, it's time to go back to work and that means an entirely different type of game.
Isabelle set me up, Samira made my life hell, one of those I can almost forgive, the other I'm going to return tenfold now that I have the power to do so.
Still, I need to go into this with a clear mind and that means I need the almighty post-nut clarity to prevent me from making stupid decisions.
Leaning against the backseat of the fancy car I'm in, I groan as I squeeze Monica's ass, the drug dealers trophy wife little more than my personal cum dump as she rides me in the back of her husband's car.
I've spammed so many orders at her that our bond is completely formed. If I make it an order she is incapable of denying me, and I decided I wanted a ride to work, then a ride before work.
"F-fuck, Sir. Fuck your slutty whores pussy." Monica whispers in her accented voice as I chuckle, groping her firm ass with one hand as my other mauls her tits, she's not exactly stacked upstairs but that just means the olive-skinned breasts are a perfect handful, and she makes up for it with her perfect ass.
I've made her my slave, she is a trash human being and the world is better for it. She and her husband will do far less harm as my slaves, and yes I'm benefiting the most from it but I don't really care anymore.
She'd do worse given the same power, and she's so mind-fucked she doesn't even see being my slave as a bad thing.
We're parked up in an alleyway just a block away from work, out of sight of the road but still in broad daylight as she rides me. Anyone who walks through his alley would get a perfect view of her naked body, but I can't bring myself to care.
I can feel her tighten down around my invading shaft as she climaxes, a slutty moan leaving her mouth as I kiss her, and as I thrust up to meet her gyrating hips I grab her and manoeuvre her onto her hands and knees on the seat, slamming into her from behind as I feel my cock twitch in preparation, I don't want any cum to get onto my uniform after all.
I don't bother pulling out as I thrust into her, bottoming out inside the obedient slut and unleashing my seed into her waiting womb.
I have no real desire to have a child so young, and I've made sure she's on the pill, so I can pump her full of my fertile seed without worry, and if she does?
Well, I'll deal with that if it happens.
"Good girl, now clean yourself up. I'm heading to work, I'll message you when I want picking up." I say, calmly pulling out of her and fixing my clothes.
Why take the bus when I have an obedient pet willing to take me anywhere?
"Yes, sir. I'll be waiting." Monica replies, panting slightly at she stares at me with flushed cheeks.
"That's the spirit, just remember it's an honour to serve me, you should be happy to be my servant." I say, solidifying my control over her as I get out of the car, watching her straighten up slightly as she smiles.
"Have a good day, sir!" Monica says quickly, blushing as I smile at her.
"Oh, I intend to." I say, my thumb rubbing against my ring as I head to work.
I have some scores to settle after all.
Heading in the front door, I spot Isabelle already working behind the counter, taking someone's order.
She gives me a hesitant wave as I walk around the counter, this is the first time we've seen each other since she set me up to take the fall for her fuck up after all, and she's clearly nervous.
Giving her a calm nod, I head into the back without saying a word, which only adds to her nerves as she flinches slightly.
Normally we end up talking for a couple of minutes before I head into the back, and the silent treatment makes her frown sadly.
Samira has her office door open, watching the doorway as she immediately calls me in before I can get changed and start my shift, but that's fine.
Heading into her office, I smile internally as her dark eyes glare at me slightly.
"Decided to come back then? You know this would be so much easier if you just took the hint and quit." Samira says coldly, making me smile at her.
"That won't happen, I happen to like it here." I reply calmly, making her scowl deepen at my casual tone. "Besides, this place would fall apart without me."
"…excuse me?" Samira says dangerously, making my smile widen slightly as I feel the bond between us start to form.
"It's common sense, I do all the important paperwork and you wouldn't even know where to start. Isabelle couldn't do my job, she's a great barista but she can't handle the financial side of things. I've been doing it since before you even took over. Frankly, you'd just fuck it up." I say, watching her anger grow.
"Watch your tone, I'm still your manag-"
"You're a bitch, taking out your anger over your husband on me. Let's not even pretend we like each other, but like it or not you're stuck with me. You can't fire me, and even if you could? The cafe would go bankrupt without me." I say, layering suggestion after suggestion into my words.
My words take root as she pauses, still glaring but I can feel the self doubt inside her through our bond.
"You shouldn't be trying to get me to quit, you should be scared of what will happen when you succeed. If you lose me, you lose the business." I continue, nailing the point home as I call on my ring.
Because Samira is actually a very smart woman, she could handle all the paperwork if I left, but she leaves it to me because I've always done it.
And it's time I make sure she can't do my job, and as I stop talking, I reach out and start to cloud her mind.
"I- your shift started three minutes ago." Samira says quickly, making me chuckle as I turn to leave. "Get to work, I will do this month's paperwork, since I certainly can't rely on you for anything."
As I reach the door, I pause and call on my hypnosis to put her into a trance.
I'm not quite done yet
"When I snap my fingers, you will completely ignore my presence and anything I do until I snap my fingers a second time." I say, waiting as I feel it take hold.
With Sarah, I didn't want to do anything bad because she's my sister and I love her.
Samira isn't my sister, and I loathe her.
Snapping my fingers, I close the door and wait for a moment as she scowls to herself, muttering to herself quietly as she pauses for a moment, before she heads to the filing cabinet and pulls out this month's paperwork.
As she starts reading, determined to prove me wrong, I increase the clouding on her mind, watching as she blinks, rereading a page.
Walking up to her window, I close the curtains as I look over her shoulder, smiling as she struggles with all the numbers.
As hypnotised as she is, she doesn't even react as I pull her chair out and force her to stand up, just continuing reading even as I gently put my hand on her back and push her forwards, making her bend over the desk slightly.
I won't lie, I've fantasized about bending her over her desk more than once, I just never thought I'd actually get to do it. What I've learnt about myself recently is that I'm really not a good person.
Because this is a blatant abuse of my new power, and as I undo her belt and unbutton her trousers, pulling them down to her knees, I can't bring myself to care.
Her olive skinned ass sticks out towards me as she continues working, not even noticing her sudden exposure even as I reach forwards and gently place my hand on one of her exposed buttocks, only plain black panties preventing me from groping her ass directly.
Pausing for a second, I nod to myself as I grasp her panties and yank them down as well, staring at the firm cheeks now on full display for my entertainment, her small pink slit and tight rosebud barely visible.
Putting my foot between her legs, I gently push her legs further apart, smiling as her most private area is fully exposed. She still doesn't react, even as I reach down and press my index finger against her slit, rubbing her pussy gently as I feel it slowly grow wet from my ministrations. A quiet moan slips out of her as I do, but she doesn't acknowledge it, or she can't to be more precise.
I have all the power now, and as I undo my own belt I can't blame her for using her position to make me miserable, because now that the tables have turned, I'm not exactly doing any better.
Pulling my cock out, I grasp it and move forwards, pressing the tip against her slightly wet cunt, grabbing her hips and pulling her back and sliding my shaft home into her waiting pussy.
She openly moans, her hand rising to her mouth as her eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment I think my control has broken but she doesn't react to my penetration as she quickly goes back to what she was doing, a slight blush on her cheeks as she shakes her head.
She can't react to my presence, but that doesn't mean her body doesn't feel what is happening, and as I start to thrust into the pussy of one of the biggest annoyances in my life, quiet moans and whimpers leave her mouth, her body responding to me in ways she can't.
Her moans grow louder and more frequent as I waste no time, speeding up my thrusts, pushing her down against her desk as I pound her hard and fast, taking out the pent up aggression on her tight slit.
I can't waste too much time before Isabelle comes looking for me, so I don't hold back as I fuck her, her thighs banging against the desk with each thrust, my hand slipping around and unbuttoning her shirt to slip inside and grope her fairly small breast over her bra.
I can feel my release rapidly approaching, and as I speed up she catches me by surprise as she stands up, unknowingly knocking me back and dislodging me as she quickly walks to the door, locking it with flushed cheeks.
She can't react to my actions, but that doesn't means she has to stand still and let me have my way with her, she just acts as she normally would.
If I was surprised before, it's nothing compared to the shock I feel as she comes back and sits back down on her chair, fully unbuttoning her shirt as she slips her own hand inside it, pulling her bra up and teasing her nipple lightly, her other hand slipping between her legs.
She's careful to muffle her moans as she starts to pump her fingers into her dripping slit, and making a decision I move in between her and her desk, her chair pulled back far enough for me to easily fit as I grab her hand and pull it from her breast, moving it to my crotch instead as I wrap her fingers around my cock.
I have to move her hand myself, which detracts from some of the pleasure, but I was already close and the sight of her pleasuring herself thanks to me, whether she knows it or not, is enough to push me to the edge, and as I reach my release, my surprisingly thick load bursts out and splatters against her bare chest, painting her olive skin white as I groan in release.
I've been having sex a lot lately, but I never seem to get tired anymore, actually I don't really get tired at all. Glancing at the ring, I furrow my brows in thought before I shrug it off.
Knowing I can't leave her like this, I quickly snap a picture of her with my cum on her check before I grab some tissues and carefully clean her off, making a decision.
Heading to the door, I unlock it and stand in the doorway, pulling out my phone and recording her playing with herself, making it look like she just forgot to lock the door properly as I stand just outside with the door mostly closed.
She puts on quite the show, her musical moans easily captured by my phone's camera as she finally climaxes, panting as she quickly fixes her clothes.
Closing the door, I snap my fingers and fix my own clothes as I head to my locker and change into my uniform, giving Isabelle the cold shoulder as she goes to speak with me.
The day passes quickly enough, despite the tension between me and Isabelle, Samira leaving us to do our job for once and as we close up, she's still nowhere to be seen as me and Isabelle head to our lockers. The only noteworthy thing that happened was a rather attractive blonde woman who spent quite a lot of time hanging around, but she kept ordering drinks so it wasn't that unusual even if she kept watching me when she thought I wasn't looking.
Isabelle makes sure to close the door as we enter, and she immediately turns to face me, pausing to gather her thoughts as I raise an eyebrow at her. It's not really a locker room, there's only three people who work here, and Samira keeps her things in her office, it's just a few lockers in the canteen where we take our breaks.
"Yes?" I ask calmly, normally we take turns getting changed out of our uniforms, so it's out of character that she just followed me inside, and it might have made me self conscious a week ago, but now I don't care as I take off my top despite her presence, making her pause as her eyes flicker down slightly before she looks back up at me.
"I'm sorry." Isabelle starts seriously, not wasting her words as she steps forwards, her grey eyes locked with mine as I raise an eyebrow slightly. "I couldn't risk losing this job, or having her dock my wages and I knew your family were pretty wealthy, but that's no excuse for setting you up."
"So why did you do it?" I ask, putting my top into my bag, I need to take it home to be washed, I have a few spares in my locker anyway.
Isabelle hesitates, and a part of me is getting ready to pull the answer from her before she sighs.
"Because I have a criminal record, and it's hard to get a job when you've got a record of stealing from your employers. I don't have any family left, and I made some dumb mistakes when I was younger. I can't lose this job unless I want to end up on the streets." Isabelle admits after a moment. "I knew you could survive even if you lost your job, so I threw you under the bus to save myself. It was shitty of me, but I'd probably do it again if I had to." Isabelle admits honestly, making me chuckle darkly at her admission.
"I see. You know, Samira has made a mistake." I say, making her pause as she blinks, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion for a moment. "I won't go into details, but things are going to change around here soon. I am going to be in charge sooner, rather than later, and I'll remember this when I am." I say, watching her pale as I step into her personal space, looking down at her slightly as I lean in. "You owe me, and I intend to collect." I whisper, grasping her chin slightly as I force her to look up at me, pausing as I feel her emotions from our bond.
There was always guilt and shame, she genuinely feels bad about what she's done, but what she's feeling now isn't worry or anger, but surprise and arousal.
"I'll make it up to you." Isabelle promises, our faces inches apart as I smirk at her, stroking her cheek. Leaning in, I steal a short but intense kiss from her, watching her eyes widen at my boldness.
"I'm sure you will, I've always liked you, so I'm sure we'll be able to put this behind us." I admit, watching a light blush grow on her cheeks as she nods quietly.
She's truly shocked at my forwardness, but she's not put off by it at all, and it's not because of my power this time, she's genuinely aroused.
"Do you really think you can get rid of Samira?" Izzy asks, making me smirk.
"You'll see." I say confidently, stepping away. "Now, it's time to get out of here, aren't you going to get changed?" I ask, not using my power as I test something, watching her eyes widen, flickering towards the door before she reaches down and grasps the bottom of her top, slowly pulling it up and over her head, revealing two magnificent tits wrapped in a plain white bra.
She crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously for a moment, but as I raise an eyebrow she drops them, pausing for a moment before she reaches down and ever so slowly unbuttons her work trousers, turning around and peeling them down her long legs, her big, round ass sticking out towards me, wiggling slightly as she pulled her trousers off and stood back up, turning around to face me again, in nothing but her matching white underwear.
Her underwear are nothing special, chosen for comfort rather than appeal as she probably wasn't intending anyone to see them, but it doesn't detract from her looks as I slowly look over her body, making her fidget as her shock and disbelief grows, completely caught off guard by the turn of events.
Spotting the slowly growing damp spot on her panties, I raise an eyebrow and watch as she blushes in shame and embarrassment, freezing as I step forwards and reach down, placing my hand on her stomach and slowly sliding it down her body, her eyes widening as it reaches the edge of her panties, pausing for a moment to give her a chance to respond before I slip them beneath her cotton underwear and press my finger against her wet slit.
She gasps at the direct contact, but she doesn't move back as I slowly push my finger into the girl I've had a crush on for a good long while. This isn't how I saw this going, but as I pull my hand back and look at the glistening juice on my finger, I give her a raised eyebrow and a smirk as I push it against her mouth.
"Enjoying this a little too much, aren't you? Clean it up." I say, deliberately not using my powers as she pauses for a moment before she slowly parts her lips, letting my finger slip inside.
As she slowly suckles it, her tongue lapping at my invading digit obediently, I smile at her affectionately, pulling it back after a moment.
"Good girl, but let's end it here for now, but next time I think we'll find you something bigger to suck on." I say teasingly as she blushes deeply.
"Damn, Ben…" Issy says quietly, a different kind of regret in her tone. "You've changed."
Her words aren't meant as an insult, and there's a hint of awe in her tone as I chuckle, smiling at her.
"No, I've wanted to do that for years, all that's changed is that I'm more confident now." I admit, grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it on as she smiles slightly despite the situation.
"It suits you." Issy says quietly, making me chuckle again as I walk past her, pausing to place a light spank on her ass, among her yelp in surprise.
"Good to know, now get dressed before she who must not be named comes looking for us." I order, making her giggle as she grabs her own clothes.
"Yeah, good idea." Issy says, quickly getting dressed herself as I watch her pull on her denim jeans.
As she finishes getting dressed, I open the door and immediately hear Satan call my name, making Issy flinch, a look of worry on her face before she relaxes.
There's no cameras in here, Samira can't know what just happened, even if Issy had a brief moment of panic and paranoia that she somehow knew anyway.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Issy. I'll go see what she wants." I say, watching as she pauses before smiling slightly hearing me call her by her nickname again.
"Good luck, Benny." Issy says, hesitating before she quickly places a kiss on my cheek as she heads for the exit.
I won't need luck, but I appreciate it all the same as I walk towards Samira's office.
"Is there something I can do for you?" I ask, not even bothering to pretend I respect her as she gives me a light glare. "My shift finished five minutes ago."
"You seem so confident you're the best at handling our financial paperwork, and you weren't in on Sunday so I did this week's. I want you to go over it, if for no other reason than to prove you aren't irreplaceable." Samira orders, gesturing to the pile of paperwork on my desk.
"I wasn't in because you changed my rota, but fine. " I say, making her smirk. "Move, I'm doing them at your desk."
She glares harder as I move forwards but after a moment, stands up and let's me sit down as I grab the first sheet and immediately internally smile.
"If you wanted to prove me wrong, you failed. I can spot four fuck ups ok the first page alone." I say, grabbing a pen and fixing them as her eyes widen before she moves forwards and looks over my shoulder, her mouth dropping as I let the fog in her mind fade slightly, letting her see her mistakes.
"But- I wouldn't…"
"Like I said, you just aren't smart enough to do this without me. I am irreplaceable." I say coldly, giving her a cold smile as she glares down at me.
She wants to argue, but the proof is right in front of us and despite everything I think she does care about the business, just not the employees.
"I- fine, if you're so smart you can fix it all, before you go home." Samira says, not wanting to let me get one up.
"Or I could just leave, and watch you fail without me here to fix your fuckups." I reply, turning to her with a smile. "My family is very rich, I can just buy the cafe after you go bankrupt." I continue, watching her eyes widen.
"You wouldn't." Samira replies quickly.
"Maybe, but you can't take that chance." I say immediately, making her go quiet.
"What do you want?" Samira asks after a few moments of tense silence, making me smile.
"I will fix the paperwork tonight, since you put it off to the deadline and stopped me from doing it with time to spare, but I want three things." I say calmly, making her scowl. "An apology for you being such a bitch, I want you to give Issy a raise, she does very good work and deserves more than minimum wage, and I want you to get on your knees and suck me dick while I work."
As I spoke, she was getting more and more angry but her eyes shoot open as I finish my demands, fury and hatred in her gaze as I stare up at her.
"You disgusting little-" Samira starts, making me hold up a hand.
"You've made working here, something I used to enjoy a lot, an unpleasant trial. You can either agree or I'll quit right now and watch you lose everything." I say calmly, utter confidence in my tone as she glares at me.
"You can't honestly think I'll do all that." Samira replies angrily, making me smirkX
"But I do, you don't have a choice. But I'll be nice to you, far nicer than you deserve." I say, making her pause. "Pick two, and I'll let you not do the third."
"I- I hate you. I should have torn this place down and sold the land." Samira says after a moment.
"We both know you wouldn't do that." I say calmly, staring at her. "Hurry up and make your mind up before I leave and never return."
"…fine, I'll give Isabelle a raise." Samira says after a moment.
"A good one, don't try to play games with me." I say, making her nod.
"I will, I actually like Isabelle." Samira says, staring at me as we both go silent.
"And?" I say, watching her as she flowers at me.
"This never leaves this office. I will not apologize to you for anything." Samira says coldly, before she takes a deep breath and slowly lowers herself to her knees.
Wait, seriously?
As her hands come up and undo my belt, I'm honestly baffled that this is her choice, is apologising so damn hard?
Apparently as she unbuttons my trousers and pulls my boxers down, wrapping her slender fingers around my already hard shaft. She glares up at me in pure hatred as she leans forward and parts her lips, not hesitating as she takes the tip of my cock between them.
Despite her disgust, her fury, she actually puts the effort in as she starts to bob her head, her tongue writhing against the underside of my cock.
"Move under the desk, I have work to do." I order, watching her glare intensify as she shuffles beneath her own desk, getting trapped in place as I move my chair in.
Giving her a final smirk as she continues to obediently service me, I grab my pen and get to work.
I really do have a lot to fix.
After the first few minutes when it becomes apparent that making me cum is no easy task (only thanks to my new experience), I feel her other hand gently cupping my balls, gently fondling them as she speeds up, taking my shaft deeper and deeper into her tight throat, her other hand stroking what she can't swallow.
If this had somehow happened before I got the ring, I'd have cum four and a half minutes ago with the amount of effort she's up into pleasuring me, hoping to end this quickly, so it's no real surprise that I can feel my cock twitching and my balls churning in preparation to flood her gullet with my seed.
Feeling her pull back, I move my hand under the desk and grab her hair, pushing her back down.
"Swallow it." I order, my pen not stopping as I correct her mistakes.
I've just started again on some sheets, it's faster than trying to work around her errors.
Groaning under my breath, I let go of her hair as I cum, thick strings of cum shooting straight down her throat as she no doubt glares at the desk, unable to see my face.
But if she's angry and disgusted at being forced to swallow my seed, it's nothing to the surprise and horror she feels as she realises that I'm not going soft, at all.
"I believe the deal was that you'd blow me while I worked, and I'm not even a third of the way through dealing with your incompetence. Thankfully it seems you're at least good at one thing, keep going." I say idly, feeling her pause before she slowly starts to move again.
I'm not going to get rid of Samira, because I can think of nothing more satisfying than having her as my pet secretary, who spends more time under the desk than at it.
After an hour or two, I finally finish up and move my chair back, looking down into her furious eyes with a smirk.
"There we go, almost all done." I say, grasping my length and stroking it as I reach my final climax of the day, she can't move from her position trapped between my legs and has little choice but to take the load onto her face, dark eyes glowering at me as I sigh in relief.
Standing up, I calmly fix my clothes and watch her crawl out from her rightful place on her knees, standing up awkwardly. It can't have been comfortable under there for so long.
Her make-up is utterly ruined, mascara running down her cum-stained cheeks and her lipstick beyond smeared as she gives me a look of pure hatred.
Her clothes aren't much better, she couldn't swallow every load and the front of her shirt has been opened exposing her lacy bra, with dried semen splattered against her breasts and the black lace. She wanted to keep her clothes clean, but that was a lost cause as her trousers have clear white stains on them.
"Get the fuck out of my office." Samira growls, her voice hoarse and tired as I chuckle.
"Of course, until next Sunday of course." I say, watching her eyes widen. "You didn't think this was a one time thing, did you? You might want to invest in some cushions, because every time I have to do your job, you'll be there making it less boring." I order, feeling her anger and despair grow.
Oh, and before I go.
Snapping my fingers, I smile as her gaze goes dull.
"You will make no attempt to replace me or find someone to do my job. You have no choice but to deal with me and accept my demands." I say calmly, closing off another avenue to try and get away from me.
Dropping my hypnosis, her gaze clears as I smile.
"…just go." Samira says defeatedly, closing her eyes for a moment, which immediately shoot open again as she hears my phone's camera click. "You-"
"You know why I decided to do this?" I ask, turning my phone around and showing her the video from earlier. "I saw what you had to offer, so thanks for being too useless to lock a door properly. I take it I'd not need to tell you what will happen to this video and picture if you try to get smart?"
"Get. The. Fuck. Out." Samira grounds out, her face paling despite her anger,
"As you wish, you are the boss after all." I reply as I leave.
As I head home, Monica picking me up and taking me to my house, I spot a text from Issy asking how things went.
'You'll see, when Samira talks to you, remember who you have to thank.'
Leaving her on read as she asks for information, I give Monica a kiss and get out of the car, pausing as I spot a car I don't recognise parked on the driveway.
It's fairly late, and as I head in it seems like everyone else has already gone to bed, but on my own bed is a note.
'Don't fall asleep, I have something to give you soon. Once everyone is properly asleep I'll come and get you, x Mom.'
Well, it looks like the fun isn't over just yet.
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[tab=Influence Tracker]
Benjamin Grant
Portrayed by Anton Yelchin
MC/Barista
Samira Stewart
Portrayed by Gal Gadot
Boss, Hates Ben
Influence Level - 2 (2/10)
Isabelle Johnson
Portrayed by Alexandria Daddario
Co-worker, Criminal Record (?), Framed Ben
Influence Level - 2 (0/3) (Guilt)
Olivia Grant
Portrayed by Scarlett Johansson
Mother, Overprotective Helicopter Parent
Influence Level - 3 (0/5) (Love)
Elizabeth 'Elle' Grant
Portrayed by Molly Quinn
Younger Sister, Introvert
Influence Level - 2 (0/3) (Love)
Sarah Grant
Portrayed by Anna Kendrick
Eldest Sister, Camgirl
Influence Level – 3 (4/5) (Love)
Claire Grant
Portrayed by Michelle Trachtenberg
Elder Sister, Thief, Junkie
Influence Level – 4 (2/10) (Confused Lust, Love)
Holly Kirk
Portrayed by Sydney Sweeney
Claire's Best Friend, Junkie
Influence Level - 2 (2/3)
Monica Garcia
Portrayed by Penelope Cruz
Drug Dealers Wife, Ben's Pet/Servant
Influence Level - 5 (max)
Amy Roberts
Agent, Investigating Ben
Portrayed by Yvonne Strzechowski
Influence Level - 0 (0/1)
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[tab=Current Powers]
Suggestion
Allows the user to implant suggestions In the targets mind, larger commands needing a higher influence level
Empathy
Allows the user to sense the emotions of the target, and affect them at higher influence levels.
Telepathy
Allows the user to read the targets thoughts and memories.
Hypnosis
Keeps the target in a trance state, causing them to follow the orders of the user, larger orders can break the trance
Bimboification
Lowers the target's mental faculties, making them dumber and more accident prone, it can also increase their libido and lower their inhibitions.
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I also have a bad P word that FF doesn't like, what's on it? Right now, nothing that you can't find elsewhere and I don't know if that will change to be honest, I don't like the idea of paywalling content but I also like money to fund my pizza and games addiction, so here's the link for that as well: Pat reon TheDarkWolfShiro
Authors Note: See you in 2023 for the next update. Yeah, that's my bad, not sure why this took so long.