Updated Standards Pt. 1 by Rev Hale

*Drinking and tinkering with experimental tech don’t mix, even if your grades are on the line.*

Mind control, F2F transformation, Bimbofication

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The girls were certain they were failing Bio 101.

“It’s that damn, creepy TA.” Emily scoffed, brushing her red hair out of her face.

“Sexisit, racist pig.” Wendy muttered, not looking up from her phone.

“I know!?” Jess was clearly the most drunk, having already downed several of the horrendous Kool-Aid and vodka monstrosities the three of them had been sharing for the last hour.

They all sat together in their shared dorm, commiserating their futile academic struggle. An outside observer would have suggested that their time would have been better spent studying, but it’s human nature to avoid introspection when an easy target of scorn was available.

Jess finished off the pink-purple abomination from her solo cup. She was blonde, but wasn’t stupid (all of them were reasonably intelligent) though she’d wasted this first semester at college partying hard.

“Hey Wendy, at least you have a shot at-” Jess stopped to shake her friend’s shoulder for attention. Wendy always was on her phone, rarely looking up and giving her focus to the world around her.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

Good Advice from a Bad Place [F] [exh]

`this is what all Asian girls dream of growing up to be`

It was a shitty comment, and one Lilly couldn’t stop thinking about.

She watched porn, like most single adults. Her daughter was off at school most of the day, and working from home she tended to have the house to herself.

Lilly wasn’t ashamed of it, though if she was being honest, the frequency of consumption was probably unhealthy these last few months.

Her taste tended to be toward straight porn. Nothing crazy or creepy. She’d long ago accepted that her preferences were self-insertion wish fulfillment: Asian women with well hung white men.

Lilly’s most extreme kink, if it could even be considered such, was fantasizing about being one of the girls in the videos. It wasn’t just ego thinking she could have pulled it off.

Lilly had her daughter young – too young in retrospect – and was a fit, attractive girl in her early 30’s. She’d rolled her eyes at times hearing about how “Asian women don’t age” socially, but secretly she enjoyed hearing her old friends marvel at how young she still looked. She was still carded every time she bought alcohol, and got a small buzz out of being mistaken for a college age girl on her rare night out on the town.

Clouded Judgement [MF] [MC]

**Clouded Judgement
by Rev. Hale**

“You know, you can still stop this at any time, right?” My wife said with a knowing smirk. At least I think she was my wife, it was getting difficult to focus. Even without the distraction of her impossibly fit body grinding against me. I could barely count on what was ‘real’.

“You could change everything back and make us all forget this even happened.” She was teasing, not even trying to sell authenticity in the slight whimper that escaped her lips between each sentence.

My ‘wife’ was just teasing out the moment, knowing that in spite of my half-hearted pleas, I wasn’t going to save her. I wasn’t going to save myself.

It was all blurry now. My logical brain kept futility feeding me explanations. ‘Moral corruption.’ ‘Positive feedback loop.’

‘Event horizon’ lingered a second longer than the rest. The point where light couldn’t escape from a black hole. We weren’t completely gone, not yet, but tumbling around and around, closing in on the gaping maw of the inevitable.
The image of a dime spinning on its side, circling down a funnel, behind scratched Plexiglas. Some cloudy memory from childhood. Was it at a library? A bank? I could hear the whirring sound and smell the must of old carpet.