Confidence Boost

Summer came to me struggling with confidence issues. Despite being brilliant, she was always second-guessing and doubting herself. That was always the way with smart girls; all those brains and they could never just be content.

Luckily for Summer, while I was a mediocre therapist, I am a talented witch. After identifying the problem, I cast a simple transference spell. Her brain cells were the problem, so taking most of them away meant taking away her doubts; dumb girls never questioned things.

Of course, I was still left with cells that needed a home, and the ex-Valedictorian deserved a confidence boost. A jiggly, fatty boost meant Summer could have jugs the size of her head; something any dumb bimbo could be proud of.

My office had no mirrors, but the happy dummy made do, on her knees in front of my fireplace, cooing over her reflection. Fortunately for me, on her knees was exactly where I needed her for our sessions’ payment.

I is for IQ

 IQ

(Continued from Hairpin)

The semester was almost over and, with her former rival writhing in the corner of her room, Isabel was confident in her secured valedictorian status. With that pressure off, she could focus her energy on a project that would set her up for life after graduation.

Doctor Juniper, her biochemistry professor, had tapped Isabel specifically to work on a revolutionary new brain drug that would accelerate the human capacity for thought. If they really hit a breakthrough, it would not be an exaggeration to say their work could be the next major step in the progress of humanity as a race.

Assisting the person who would change the world would let Isabel begin her scientific career as a rockstar in her field, but being the one to change the world would make her a legend.

Isabel was the one mixing test batches of the drug to be administered to non-human subjects, so she was the one developing an intimate knowledge of her product. She was the one who knew the sweet, floral scent of the vapors and she was committing the Doctor's formula to memory. She was sure, if she studied it enough, she could mix up a drug with the opposite effect. After that, all it took was a little prick and her professor could enjoy an early, simple-minded retirement.

It sounded simple on paper, but every time Isabel tried to mix the IQ Loss Formula, it would blow up in her face. Once, literally. The more she attempted it, the further she was getting from a stable solution, as though her grasp of chemistry was failing her.

One day, Isabel was finally being allowed to sit in on the tests as rats injected with the serum were challenged with a maze. It was not the complex maze Isabel expected, and yet the rats were utterly lost, going so far as to bump into walls. "Huh? But... why didn't the smart serum make them more smarter?" Wait, that wasn't right...

Doctor Juniper approached their student from behind, smirking. "Because it was never meant to do that, dummy." Isabel gasped as she felt a quick, sharp prick in her neck, followed by a rush of warmth. "You would have figured that out if you wore a mask to avoid the fumes."

Isabel spun and fumbled backwards, trying to understand what was happening and what went wrong. She had a plan to... she was going to use science and make the Doctor more... dumber? But how could she do that when they were so smart and even were a doctor? She had made a mistake somewhere!

"Oh, little Izzy, always too ambitious and predictable. After you used your little hex to turn Haley into a useless slut, I knew you'd be looking for someone new to exploit for the sake of your own ego." They approached Izzy, who tilted her head as the Doctor pulled her labcoat off her shoulders. "You won't be needing that. I decided you were far too dangerous to be trusted with the knowledge of witchcraft or science."

It was true; Izzy knew she had been going to school for years and had gotten very good at science. She had also read so many spellingbooks... no, spellbooks. She had taught herself so much, but the concepts went so far over her head, when she tried thinking of the most basic elemental compounds, her eyes started glazing over.

"Of course, the formula doesn't discern between what knowledge it erases from that empty little head of yours. I'd dare say you're as useless as your little Haley now, in your own way."

Izzy pouted, hit with the concerned panic of confusion. "But... if I can't do science anymore, what am I s'posed to do? I don't know what jobs I'm good at!"

"Not many, I'd bet. I doubt you can read at this point." 

Izzy gasped and looked for Doctor Juniper's name tag, only to find unfamiliar squiggles next to their picture. 

The professor rested a hand on Izzy's shoulder, and something about reassurance from someone smarter than her did ease her nerves. "Don't worry, Izzy, I'll make sure to find something even an idiot like you and a fuckdoll like Haley can handle."

That was the start of Izzy letting go of all her stress and machinations too big for her tiny brain. She could let her new keeper, Master Juniper, make big decisions and she could focus on fucking Haley on the Master's website. It was an enjoyable job even a low-IQ moron like Izzy could do!

H is for Hairpin

Hairpin

Haley and Isabel were the most competitive girls in their class. The two had birthdays in the same week and had competing parties. They went after the same guys. Most importantly, after four years at the same university, they were fighting to end the year as valedictorian.

Haley teased Isabel, pointing out that she was just edging her out going into Spring Break.

Something about Isabel's response was ominous. "We'll see how you like edging."

The young blonde student tried to shake off the comment and focus on her assignments.

Except it was the most annoying thing. As she focused on her word document, the fabric of her shirt brushed her nipple and it was like a switch was flipped. Try as she might to think about sentences, she just became more aware of the way her clothes were touching her. Haley was not prudish, but she considered herself low-libido.

Her body was just unexpectedly sensitive. If she could deal with this sudden swelling of need, she could focus. She slipped her fingers into her waistband, but the moment her fingertips brushed her clit, her vision went white and her eyes rolled back. The pleasure was so overwhelming, before she realized it, she had multiple fingers inside herself.

She came so easily. But that was not the end of things. There was barely any time to come down from the blissful climax before she was rubbing her thighs together, and the fabric between them was enough to get her going again.

The week of Spring Break was a blur. She masturbated, she came, she masturbated again, repeating until she passed out with fingers still in her pussy. A package came to her door on Friday; evidently, in her lusty haze, she had ordered a vibrator online. The new toy was put to immediate use, and by the time her body was too exhausted to fuck herself again, she looked at her computer and realized it was Wednesday. She had masturbated her way through three days of missed classes.

She did all she could to prepare for Thursday. finding a dress of the lightest material and connecting with someone shady online to obtain a local anesthetic. She needed her body under control to go to her classes and apologize to her professors. She would figure out a good excuse once her head started clearing out the pink sex fog clouding her mind.

Taking a seat next to Isabel, she grinned knowingly at Haley. "You're looking flushed, Haley. Are you still feeling... unwell?"

Haley's jaw dropped. Did Isabel know what was happening? Before she could ask, the professor called class into session. Haley's body felt heavy and numb, but it was better than the alternative.

Isabel furrowed her brow as minutes passed without incident, but the competitive witch finally pieced together what was happening. Flipping to a new page in her notebook, she drew a circle with an intricate design inside it. Getting up from her seat under the pretence of going to the bathroom, she tapped the glyph against Haley's shoulder and muttered, "Purify."

The numbness faded immediately. Haley's eyes went wide as the loose dress moved with her every movement and her nipples went erect and desperate for contact. Haley tried subtly cupping her own breasts, but at that point it was all over. Eventually, Haley had to be escorted out by security after refusing to stop masturbating in front of her Professor and peers, leaving a puddle of her sex in the chair she left behind.

Haley broke free from the security guards to hunt down Isabel, trying to demand answers, but by the time she found her in a washroom, her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and her body was shaking.

Isabel smirked. "Enjoying my Hairpin Charm? I was skeptical that it could put your sensitivity and libido on a hairpin trigger, but I've really made a useless slut out of you. Can you even think of anything else now?"

Haley tried to be mad, but thoughts of anger were melting into thoughts of lust. ALL her thoughts were devolving into sex. Her hand was buried in her cunt under her dress, and even her own touch felt insufficient for her inhumane need.

"You know what? Ask me for anything. I'll grant you any request in my power."

This was it. Haley could ask for the charm to be lifted so she could try to salvage her life. If she could put together that line of thought, she could be freed from life as a horny pervert.

But she was too far gone. "F-fuck me. P-p-please, fuck me!"

Isabel was so proud, pulling out a plug with a gem embedded in it and a small vibrator. "You want that? Your most bitter rival?"

"Yes!"

"But what if I only fuck you if you drop out and become my useless fucktrophy?"

Haley nodded, dripping drool from her hanging tongue and cum from between her legs. A fucktrophy was all she wanted to be. All she could see herself as now. 

Hornycunt would live a blissful life leashed in the corner of Isabel's dorm masturbating shamelessly to keep herself hot and wet for when her new owner wanted to reward herself with her conquered nemesis.

Mai Brain Drained Valentine

Today's Story is a Submission from Johnny Silver!

The stakes were always high in a shadow duel. Mai knew that. But while walking down the street a voice called to her from an alley. It whispered to her dreams of power and fame. After following the voice she found the source lying in the gutter…a golden eye attached to a metal choker. A new millennium item?

It promised such sweet things. All she had to do was defeat the spirit that dwelled within and all of its power would be hers. She had watched Yugi, Bakura, and Marik duel, so she figured she had an edge. What did she have to lose?

Mai slipped the gold choker across her soft, pink neck. Her skin goosebumped under the cool metal and she could feel the swell of dark energy flowing under her skin. The alley around her changed into a dome of swirling pink and purple colors and before her she watched a figure, dark and feminine materialize. The duel had begun. 

Card after card were played as Mai moved with all the tactician of the champion she was renown for. But with every move, each monster was defeated, each spell was countered, and each trap was disarmed. It wasn't long before her Life Points drained, along with it the unseen cost: her very mind.

Mai looked to the panicked eyes of her last standing Harpy Lady. Her moves had gotten sloppier in the last few rounds, the cost of losing. With every dip in Life Points, Mai could feel her careful, calculating mind disappearing into effervescent pops of pinkish bubbles. 

Her self-assured trash talking which usually accompanied her on every duel was not turning into moments of blank silence and uncharacteristic giggling. In this instance her Harpy Lady looked to her for instruction. However, all the monster received was a blank expression and a dribble of drool falling out of the corner of Mai's mouth. 

“Darlin’” the shadowy effigy says. “You have to finish your move.”

“Oh? OH! Hehehe, sorry,” Mai gulped. Deep down she knew that was wrong but she continued anyways. “Silly me! Ummmmmmm…I know, I’ll…pass! Hehehe, ‘pass’. That rimes with ‘ass’.”

“It does,” The shadowy voice encouraged with a feline-like purr. “You know, that skirt already leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“It does?” Mai tries to turn her head to look. As she does she is surprised to see just how curvy her ass is now. Was it always like that? “Huh. You’re right! I shouldn’t wear what doesn’t fit.” Her tongue sticking out of her mouth in effort, Mai wriggles as she struggles to unbutton her skirt. Once it falls free, her now voluptuous dumptruck of an ass jiggles out, free in the open air. “Ah. Better!”

“Mmmm, indeed,” the spirit says. “Now, my move.”

The monster that it had summoned lunges forward with a deadly sword that cuts down the Harpy Lady with a scream. At the same time, Mai’s expression shifts to that of tense bliss as she feels even more thoughts bubble away into pink bounciness. With a sigh, Mai slumps forward, arms hanging limp at her sides. How many Life Points left? 1-0-0…what did that mean?

“Darlin’,” the spirit says. “Now it’s your turn sweetie.”

“Oh, umm, hrm,” the glassy-eyed duelist looks at the cards in her hand. She pulls one out and lays it face up on the field. Unfortunately it is a magic card that she placed on the monster field so nothing happens. “There we goooOOO!”

Mai feels a sudden weight on her chest. She watches in awe as her breasts begin to expand, inflating outward more and more until they burst free of her corset. Anyone would be embarrassed but Mai’s pink fluffy thoughts can only smile as the cool air of the alley licks across her now engorged, sensitive nipples. Her body shivers in response. “W-What’s happening?”

“What are you talking about?” The spirit asks. “This is what you wanted. Power. Fame. Did you really think you were going to get all that without an amazing body to match?”

“I…I guess so…” Mai replies. She can’t help running her hands over her now massive tits. As she does this, her eyes drift to her duel disk and single, useless card laying upon it. “Oh! Um…my turn is done, tehee! Almost forgot that time.”

The shadow grins. Mai doesn’t even hear her opponent command the attack. There is movement as the monster runs up to her, but she is so distracted by her new bouncer assets that she is unable to pay attention. But there is no pain when the monster attacks. Rather there is a simple, soft boop on her nose. 

Blinking and wiggling her nose cutely, Mai turns to see that the spirit of the choker is now standing next to her, their finger upon her nose.

“Hrm?” Mai sighs. She didn’t see her Life Points roll down to zero.

The spirit grins and whispers sensually into Mai's ear. “I win.”

There is a flash of light. The alley around her returns as the dome of pink and purple evaporates. Her lips pout in doubt as she looks down at her exposed massive chest and around to her ass. Huh. Well what was she doing here?

The same sultry whisper from before tickles her earlobe. "Why don't we go home? We can try out your amazing body and I can show you the power of the Millennium Choker over and over and over again."

At the sound of the familiar voice, Mai coos in appreciation. She was grateful for the idea. She didn't like making decisions.

"Okay!" She giggles. With a hop in her step and a jiggle of her butt, Mai leaves the alley, leaving behind only her thoughts and pile of forgotten cards.

Spoiler to Spoiled Pet

TW: Drugs/Injections, Over-Stimulation

Some heroines develop a reputation for being capture bait. Stephanie Brown, despite her competence and intellect, keeps finding herself caught by villains and thugs, and Barbara Gordon finally understands why—and what she can do to give the younger Batgirl a release from her troubles.

A Softer Scarlet

The Scarlet Witch might be a dangerous foe, but Agatha Harkness has been around long enough to know there is more than one way to deal with a feisty sorceress. All Wanda needed to learn was how to settle down and find her place in the household universe.

 

The Bugs & The Bees

A buggy mutant looks to take her mutation to the next level, but she is in for a sweet surprise when the mentor guiding her transformation is less superheroine and more supervillainess.

(Caption commissioned by JohntheSilver81!)