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.

K is for Kissable

Kissable

Kenna was accustomed to the hormonally-charged environment of an all-girls school now that
she was eighteen and in her final semester. Even the straight girls were so starved for experience and intimacy that it was common for girls to experiment with one another. 

As a certified, card-carrying queer girl, Kenna would love to have been part of the fun, but the introvert struggled to pull together the confidence to suggest a proper snogfest to any of her classmates.

Ever the dutiful goodie-two-shoes, Kenna was volunteering for the chore of cleaning up the dorm attic when she found an old oil lantern. Curious, Kenna took it in her own room and managed to light the lantern. Much to her surprise, a busty genie manifested from the flame!

"Thank you for releasing me. As a token of my gratitude, I can grant you one wish!"

"Wow, that's... wait, one? I thought it was supposed to be three?"

The genie rolled her eyes. "A bit bratty to look a gift horse in the mouth. I can only change reality so much; accept a small gift and be grateful."

Kenna sighed, but this was what she was asking for. She could not change anything big, but she could make her last year of high school and all her years of college way more enjoyable. She just needed a way to get people interested in her without Kenna having to be the initiator.

"I wish I was the best kisser in my grade, my job, or whatever groups I end up in, and everyone knows it." That was like starting a rumor without having to do any of the work!

"So your wish is... to be the most kissable person anywhere you go?"

"Yes, please!"

"Easy."

Kenna gasped as her lips started to tingle. She scrambled from her bed to the mirror on her wall to see what was happening. Her eyes went wide as she watched her thin lips fill with natural collagen. Her lower lip puffed up. Her upper lip matched, developing a perfectly defined cupid bow. She kept expecting those lips to stop, but they kept swelling until it was hard to imagine telling anyone that they were not fake.

Dumbfounded, Kenna brushed a finger along her pouty pillows. They were so sensitive that she felt the grazing touch between her legs. Even when those lips were closed, there was a little permanent keyhole open between them.

"How am I thupothed to exthplain thith?" Kenna gasped, shocked by the lisp she developed thanks to her obstructive mouth.

"You won't have to. I changed your history; your lips have been this way for years, Hot Lips!"

"But now I thound ridiculouth! How will anyone take me theriouthly in college?" She was a top-notch student, but she sounded like a total ditz! As remade memories hit her, Kenna realized her teachers always clearly judged her harshly for her "silly speech."

In fact, they thought she was a dumb bimbo because of her reputation. The reputation she asked for. They could not mark her down for it, but they gave her a hard time for being the school slut.

"You didn't ask to be taken seriously. You asked to be 'kithable,' remember?"

"But wait, thith ithn't—huh??"

The genie, tired of the ingrate's whining, had vanished into the lamp, leaving Kenna
conflicted. Is this really what she wanted? Was it worth it?

The door to the dorm room opened, and Kenna's roommate, Lila, entered. The popular, confident young woman was blushing and looking at Kenna in a way she never had before. "Hey, Kenna. I don't know if this is overstepping things as roommates, but... well, it's been a while since my boyfriend has been able to visit and..." She looked at her feet.

And Kenna realized what she was asking. Her full lips curled into an alluring smile. She moved to Lila and closed the door behind her and pulled her into a soft, sensual kiss so perfect, a moan hummed in Lila's throat.

Okay. Her teachers and professors could judge her all they liked; if that was how every girl she kissed would react, this was the best wish ever. Of all time.

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.

G is for Gym Bunny

 Gym Bunny

Gwen was in a new relationship and things were good. Well, okay. Okay for the most part. Harry was well-intentioned, but as a fitness nut, he had a habit of saying casually judgmental things. Since college, Gwen had put on some pudge working her sedentary office job, a trait she was painfully aware of lately thanks to Harry.

With a delicate nudge, Gwen changed into baggy gym pants after work and found a local gym to check out. Harry offered to go with her, but after a series of sarcastic comments, she decided it was best to go it alone.

Inexperienced and out of practice, Gwen found herself getting tired after challenging herself on the treadmill. She took a break at the water fountain where she made a new friend. Something about Anabel put Gwen at ease. She was gorgeous and confident, but the way she encouraged Gwen came with no judgment.

Gwen admitted that her boyfriend was being kind of an ass, and Anabel's energy shifted. The challenge of getting back into fitness and finding her own confidence was daunting for Gwen, but her new friend was adamant that she had just the thing to help.

The next day, Anabel offered Gwen a water bottle filled with her own homemade workout drink. Gwen drank the busty witch's potion and felt the effects immediately. Her muscles were tingling and warm, as though fire pervaded every fiber of her body. Gwen shivered, finding pleasure in the sudden burst of energy.

Gwen's new supplement broke down all the walls she hit in her first workout. She felt the "burn," but she was not getting tired. The more she worked out, the more natural the act of lifting, running, pushing became. At the end of the night, looking at herself in the mirror, her appearance had not changed, but she admired her body glistening with sweat, chubby tummy and all.

Each afternoon, Gwen would go in for her workout, and each night she would return home and her boyfriend would make negging comments. The difference was, as her workout routine became more consistent, her boyfriend's words came through muddled and distant. She thought nothing of it; thanks to her daily potion, tuning out negativity and judgment became second nature.

After a month, Gwen had drawers of yoga pants and compression tops and chub was already melting away into strong, firm muscle. Her arms were defined, her thighs were thick, and for the first time in her life, she had abs. Abs!

Another important change was the notable absence of Harry in her life. He made some comment about her getting too "bulky for a female," but Gwen was oblivious to most of what he said after a month of her potion inoculating her to negativity. And that was all he was; negativity under the guise of "good intentions." Casually, Gwen let him know she was done with him, and try as he might to gaslight her into changing her mind, she ignored him like the insignificant man he was.

Harry would not be missed; the other women at the gym had taken up shamelessly (but respectfully) admiring Gwen and her progress. Anabel, her wonderfully witchy new girlfriend, said it was her natural confidence shining through. Gwen agreed, but with how handy Anabel and the other gym bunnies got with her waist in the showers, she was willing to admit the abs helped.

F is for Feminine

Feminine

Felix and his girlfriend Glynda were hitting a rough patch in their relationship. They loved each other, but she was getting fed up with his antiquated hangups and opinions. Felix grew up in a conservative, repressed household with a father who ingrained the idea of what a "man" should be in Felix's head.

That toxic masculinity trained Felix to pick interests that men would like and see women as subservient and frivolous. Glynda was getting tired of Felix making patronizing comments whenever she watched a "girly" show or bought a new tarot deck. Anything he was taught to associate with women, he could not help but poke fun at.

Nevertheless, he recognized his behaviors were the problem and wanted to address them for the sake of their relationship, but he needed help. Luckily, Glynda's "silly witchy hobby" went beyond recreation, and despite his flaws, Glynda could see something worth salvaging in Felix.

As the clock struck midnight, Glynda lit candles and offered honey cakes and prayers to Artemis, beseeching her to help her significant other see through the toxic indoctrination of his past and connect with his own femininity.

With his eyes closed to the world, memories started flashing back for Felix, going back to childhood. He remembered befriending girls at Kindergarten before his father warded away protective mothers who saw through him. School friends gave him dolls, only for Felix to be scolded when returning home with the gifts. As these chains became clear in Felix's mind, it was clear they were binding a bottle.

Glynda raised a glass vial she prepared for the ritual, manifesting whatever Felix was forced to bottle up. In the glass, a warm pink flame flickered to life. The light felt familiar and comforting, but it made Felix nervous. With a gentle word of encouragement from Glynda, Felix took the vial and, in an instant, the psychic chains crumbled, letting him open the vial.

He breathed the flame in deep, but it did no harm. All it filled his with was warmth and the scent of peonies. The warmth radiated through his body as feelings and truths, buried for so long, were reclaimed.

The Goddess saw the truths and wishes of a lost sister and granted her blessing. As the soothing warmth radiated, it brought new change. Body hair faded, but strawberry blonde locks grew and curled around her shoulders. Fat and muscles redistributed themselves, padding out her thighs, hips, and ass. Her features softened and her chest swelled into prominent buds on her chest.

Gasping in a new, higher pitch, Felicia opened her eyes and looked at her body, draped in clothes a bit too big for her new frame. She finally looked up at Glynda, who was beaming proudly.

Glynda's significant other broke from the toxicity the patriarchy forced on her, reconnected with her repressed femininity, and as her truest self, they could retry their relationship on a healthier foundation.

After she took Felicia shopping for a new wardrobe, of course.

D is for Doll

 Doll

Dixie was between jobs when a modeling opportunity was brought to her attention. Dixie was not so modest that she would claim she was not attractive, but she never considered herself modelesque. Nevertheless, an old classmate assured her that she was exactly what the client was looking for. Strapped for cash, Dixie jumped at the chance to relieve some of the stress she was buried under.

Arriving to the set, Dixie was pleased to find her client to be an older woman rather than a sleazy man looking for excuses to take photos of her. She would take the money either way, but the woman set her at ease. Despite her age, she was stunning, with a regal air that made Dixie want to follow her instructions to the letter.

And there were instructions. This woman was not just the photographer; she was handling everything personally. She started with makeup. Dixie was no stranger to makeup, but for this job, she was being covered in a uniform, clean coat. Watching her skin in the mirror, every inch was clear and fair like porcelain.

"A flawless surface is essential."

Dixie's curly black hair could be a handful, but the client took her time painstakingly reining in each fly away, straightening her hair and putting it into a tight, stiff braid that rested between her shoulder blades.

"Every strand perfectly in place."

Next came the costumes. Each was a lavish period dress more beautiful than the last. The client dressed her, and when she was unsure of how to pose or stand, she meticulously guided Dixie's arms and adjusted her legs. At first, the dresses felt tight and uncomfortable, like they were not meant for Dixie's frame. With each new dress, the fit came easier and felt natural.

"The ideal frame for dress-up!"

At first, Dixie thought they were being tailored to her frame before she saw herself in the mirror between dresses. Her waist was dainty, molded to her owner's needs. That thought did not bother her, and she understood why. In the same way she painted and posed ever so perfectly, Dixie was being adjusted to be the model best suited for her task. 

Naked, she stood rigidly and examined her reflection. An hourglass figure, skin that reflected the light, and a face so beautifully made up, Dixie did not dare move a muscle.

Her owner smiled, taking care of that for her by adjusting her chin. "I knew you would make the perfect doll. All it took was a little care and guidance."

Dolly felt the smile in her heart, though her face remained perfectly still. Behind her glassy gaze, her mind was slowly adjusting, letting thoughts and memories fade. Functions ceased functioning. All Dixie's stress melted away because Dolly had nothing to stress about. 

"A doll doesn't need a brain; just a set of loving hands to guide her."

B is for Booty

 

Booty

The world was filled with legendary treasures; rumors passed around taverns about buried fortunes from privateers long passed. Pirates were prone to exaggeration, but it was the thrill of legendary booty that kept people on the seas.

Captain Brianna built her reputation on her ruthlessness and her thirst for adventure. She was a treasure hunter at heart, chasing after historic prizes. Her crew, the load of incompetent scallywags they were, served as a means to an end. She gave them adventure and they gave her the manual labor required to sail the seven seas.

When it came to her moment of victory, however, the Captain refused to share. After months of charting a path, Brianna was anchoring her ship, The Bubble Reef, off the shore of an abandoned island. She could feel it in her bones; this was the resting place of Captain Sweetcakes' lost treasure. Leaving most of her crew on the ship, she took a dinghy with her first mate and quartermaster. They would guard the cavern entrance and assist her in getting the treasure onto the ship, but everyone knew the moment of discovery was for the Captain.

Bearing a torch, Brianna delved deep into the cave. The further she went, the more she questioned if her maps and navigation truly brought her to the right place. Her doubts were laid to rest when her torchlight glinted against gold.

Half a dozen large chests were neatly waiting for the Captain. With a holler of success, Brianna eagerly claimed a ring from one of the open chests, slipping it on her finger to lay symbolic claim to the new treasure trove.

Before she could grab a necklace to pair with her newfound accessory, Brianna shuddered as a tingling sensation ran up and down her body. Seeing stars, she wobbled and fell back, landing on the stone ground.

Much to her surprise, Brianna's fall was cushioned by something. Looking down in shock, she realized the pleasurable sensation was focusing itself on her bottom. Everyone knew Brianna was slender and unassuming, her authority coming from her attitude rather than her muscles. That's what made it obvious that fat and muscle in her thighs and hips were multiplying and swelling.

Scrambling to her feet, her thighs were each already the size of her waist. Looking over her shoulder, Brianna's ass was clearly growing into her field of vision. After a life with a flat bottom, it was surreal to watch her own trousers tearing at their seams to contain a perfectly round shelf of an ass.

And it felt so good. Brianna had no clue what was causing this, oblivious to the curse that gave the notorious Captain Sweetcheeks her nickname. All she cared about as her butt finally settled into its new size was the overwhelming sexual need building.

Tearing away her useless pants, the Captain reached into a chest and, as if called to it, pulled out a gleaming silver curved rod. Without hesitation, she buried the naughty treasure between her full new cheeks. Moans slipped out, growing louder the more she played with herself, but the toy was also cursed; it would drive her mad with lust, but it could never finish her.

Thankfully, Brianna had two trusted crewmates who ran to find her after hearing cries and moans. Expecting danger, they were not expecting their Captain on her knees fucking her own ass with a silver member. Ever the leader, Brianna commanded them to assist her, and as always, they eagerly complied.

After reaching a long-overdue climax, First Mate Dana started carefully loading treasure into the dinghy while the Captain composed herself. When she made it back to The Bubble Reef Butt, her lowly crew ogled their thick leader, submitting to all her orders. The bounce and jiggle of her legendary booty came with the confidence and authority of a pirate queen.

And a need to get fucked in the ass by two people nightly, but the Captain would gladly adjust.

A is for Ample

 

Ample

Anabel was tired of not being enough. Every partner eventually claimed she was too plain or too quiet, and they all went looking for more. It always hurt, but after her latest boyfriend decided to go looking for "more" with her busty roommate, she was officially angry.

It was not Anabel's fault; she had interests, but witchcraft was a habit best kept close to the chest. People were too impatient to see that the mousy brunette had more to offer.

Fine, if everyone wanted her to be "more," then she would spice things up. She could look through her spellbooks for something that just screamed "more." After some feverish page flipping, "Charm of Ample Gifts" fit the bill perfectly. The details were lacking, but who couldn't use more gifts?

Setting up an alter in her dorm room, Anabel arranged her candles, lillies, and orchids carefully. She was mixing honey into milk in a small glass she stole from the dining hall when the door to the room opened. Beth, her roommate fresh from a night of drinking and partying, plopped herself onto her bed. Anabel thanked her goddess that Beth returned alone.

"Someone had a fun night," Anabel said flatly.

"It was," Beth chimed, pulling her crop top over her head and letting her large breasts bounce free. Anabel was not insecure about her modest chest, but knowing what Chris probably did to them, it was hard to resist envy. "But Chris had to go to bed early. You know how he is."

The audacity. "Yep. I do." Anabel waited for her tipsy roommate to pass out before returning to her ritual. Drinking her honeyed milk, she tried not to watch the rise and fall of Beth's breasts as she lit her candles.

She wanted blessings, but who would she pray to? A goddess who would understand her desire to be more.

"Aphrodite, I beseech thee, grant me your ample blessings. As I give you offerings, I humbly ask for the gifts you would grace me with."

The offerings laid out were the remainder of her honeyed milk, a succulent peach, and a bulb on the verge of bloom.

But those were not the offerings Aphrodite took. Anabel's gaze lifted to Beth's chest, heaving with each breath, but with each breath, there was less to heave.

Instead, Anabel felt her t-shirt growing tighter. As the weight on Beth's chest diminished, Anabel swelled. She pulled off her top to admire as her perky B-cups blossomed. Grasping herself to enjoy the sensation of flesh filling out the spaces between her fingers, Anabel waited until the growing stopped before she released them. The way her massive tits bounced for the first time in her life, Anabel finally understood why Beth was so giddy all the time.

Beth. A cursory glance to the other bed proved that Aphrodite, jealous and petty as she could be, left Beth with, at most, a set of As. Anabel chuckled, curious how her shallow ex-boyfriend would feel about that.

Not that Anabel had any interest in him. She was an ample bounty. A powerful witch who was ready to use her new figure to toy with men's hearts, not offer her own to the weak men who would drool over something so simple as an amazing pair of tits.

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.