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creepyalienghost · 1 year

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Christmas Prank War

Merry Christmas everyone!

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Wally franks wasn’t the only prankster that worked in Joey Drew studios. Heidi and Porter were two of others in the many pranksters there at that studio. Although many wouldn’t expect Porter to have been one. He was always quit and acting in a more serious way. Heidi on the other hand was the totally opposite. She was loud and fun and extra. She never confirmed to the fashion and wear clothes her way and she never let any man speak down to her. Which is why Porter fell in love with her and she loved him.

It had started a few years ago when Porter saw Wally prank her and decided to help her prank him back. After that he came to love pranks would always do them with her. Which is why this December was a dream of theirs. Joey had stated it was prank war month. He would allow any and all pranks around the studio unless it cost him money. Heidi and porter glances at each other. He saw her eyes light up in a mischievous way. This would be fun.

After getting together and discussing ideas together for a while,they have decided to do a Christmas themed prank for their first one. “Hopefully they others won’t have the same idea.” Porter said.

Heidi thought a bit. “I think it would be far enough for us to do it first.” She replied with a wink. “But we can also sit a trap with it. Maybe with a bit of confetti as well!”

Porter smiles at her. “I love the way you think Heidi” he replied.

“Aww thank you hun!” She kisses him on the cheek. “Alright we let’s right what we will need for the prank.” She grabs a pen and starts listening the things. “Mistletoe is the main thing we will need.” She spoke as she wrote. Porter nodded watching her write. “String as well. And then confetti.” She said.

“Don’t forget about the tape, Heidi” Porter listed.

She gasp and pointed her pen at him with a wide smile. “Tape! I almost forgot that.” She replied and listened it. “Thank you.” She glances at him, her cheeks going a soft pink. “I think that’s all we need?”

“Great! We can retrieve the supplies tonight.” He said.

“It’s a date” Heidi replied and giggled at his now red face. “I’ll see you tonight hun.” She kissed his cheek once again before leaving.

“I- uhh i..yea.” He said stuttering over his words. “I’ll see you tonight.”

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The next morning they both drove to the studio a little bit earlier to set up their trap. Along the way, they were trying to decide on the location of where it should go. “I think it should be the door going into the music department.”Porter offered.

Heidi thought this open and nodded. “You right! The music department is the most active department! So many people go in and out. Good idea Porter!” He smiled at him.

Once they arrived they hurried to the music department and made sure it was all clear before getting to work. “Alright here put the confetti on top. I’ll do the string trap.” She handed him the mistletoe and confetti.

“Sounds like a plan.” He replied getting to work before someone sees them and ruin the prank. He carefully pours one of the many confetti packs as she starts to hum. Porter has said before that she should’ve been in the music department, singing. She had such a lovely voice for music however she told him drawing was her passion and how she grew up with it and around it. She also amazing at drawing to. She once showed him her sketches and he realized how much drawing was to her. She was amazing at it and deserved to have the world see her art.

It wasn’t long before they finished the trap for the first unsuspecting couple. Now all that was to do was to wait for people to arrived here. They waited by going next door for some breakfast so they don’t look so suspicious to the others. After getting her coffee and bagel she sat with Porter. “Hey who’s the one couple you wanna see the most get pranked?”

Porter chuckled and took a bite as he thought. “Hmm. Maybe Wally and Tom. How about you?”

She smiles widely. “I wanna see Allison and Susie.”

Porters eyes widen. “Don’t they despise each other?”

Heidi shakes her hand no. “I don’t believe they actually do. Well maybe at first but I seen the way they look at each other. They definitely like each other.”

Porter shakes his hand, laughing. “ studio drama!”

After half an hour flew by, they headed back the studio. By this time the studio was starting to get busy. Sammy Lawrence was key now unlocking his office, Wally Franks was starting his rounds and many others were already working or just arriving. Porter looked over to Heidi with a smirk. “Ready?

She smirked back. “ oh yeah!”

They both got in a hidden corner and grabbed hold of the string, ready. The first couple couple was Sammy and Jack. Heidi laughed at how red their faces had become. Sammy crosses his arms, being his stubborn self but eventually kissed Jack. Rules are rules after all. After resetting the trap they got Wally and Susie. Wally was so shy while Susie thought it was cute and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Heidi almost died of cuteness. On there brake later on they had caught both Norman and Tom by surprise. Never of them wanting to kiss the other but did once those around chanted. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

The two both had a blast of their first day at the prank war and couldn’t wait for more to come. Heidi was already thinking of new pranks.

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It was getting closer tours the holidays which means the nights we’re getting longer and the weather getting colder. Good time for some hot chocolate. But Porter also gotten an idea for park or his beloved Heidi.

With a wide grin he finished the real drinks and then sit up the trap. He started with filling water in an empty mug and quickly sitting it upside down with a piece of paper, sliding it out afterwards. Next her covered the top of it, which was really the bottom of the cup, with whipped cream and topped that off with some chocolate chips. Once he was finished he text Heidi phone and hides her real drink.

After a good minute she runs in and hugs him. “Hey Porter! Thank you for making me one.”

Porter chuckled and wraps his arms around her for a hug. “You are welcome my dear.” He kisses her head. “Hope you enjoy it.”

“Oh I well.” She replied heading to the drink. “You know i love some good hot drinks.” He picked up the mug and jumped out of the way of the water quickly then glanced at Porter who was now laughing. “Ohhhh I see how it is, hun.” She giggled.

Porter got her real drink and handed it to her as he still couldn’t stop laughing. “Here’s your drink.” He replied in the middle of his giggle. “I’m so sorry.”

Heidi sips it and raises it up a little. “Delicious love. Thank you so much.” She giggles as well then gets a smirk on her face. “ Consider yourself my next target.”

Porter stops laughing and stares at her. “W-what?…”

Heidi didn’t say anything else to him. She just winked at him with her smirked and left the break room.

“Oh …oh no…” Porter chuckled nervously. Who knows what she’s going to prank him with and when will it be. Nothing would be safe.

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Christmas Day was here and Joey had given them all a few days off to enjoy the holidays. But the prank war wasn’t over. Heidi still has been thinking of ways to get back at Porter. And she finally got an idea.

It was early in the morning, The house was warm and the Christmas lights were twinkling and she was hiding all of his presents and then only placed one down and waited for him to arrived.

He came at around 10 in the morning and hugged her right as she opened the door. “Merry Christmas!” She said first followed by a kiss. “Please come in. I made us breakfast and coffee.”

“Merry Christmas!” Porter replied back, stepping inside her home. It was cozy and colorful. Art lined the orange walls, call little statues of figures were on her selves next to her books on art, paint and fantasy books and that wasn’t the Christmas items. Her lights were the multicolored lights instead of the white lights most people used. her tree was blue instead of green. And she made her own ornaments which was impressive.

After breakfast they two sat on the couch with Heidi a holding sliver Christmas gift with a beautiful light blue bow on It. His gift was the traditional green package with a red bow tied in the center. “Here’s your gift hun. Open it first.” Heidi smiled and handed it to him.

“Aww. Thank you.” He took the gift and began tearing through the paper. opening the box he stopped confused. There was a few lumps of black rocks in it. Coal.

“Pranked you!” She giggled and grabbing another gifted under the couch. “This is your real one.” She handed it him.

He chuckled, taking the gift. “Good one! I totally forgot I was on the list.” He replied and opened his real gift. Once he saw it he smiled widely. In it was two tickets to a band he recently had gotten into. “Oh Heidi. This were expensive! You shouldn’t have!”

Heidi came and sat next to him. “Don’t worry about the money hun. You and whoever you take deserves to have a fun night out.” She smiled and kisses his cheeks. “And it doesn’t have to be me ether.”

“Oh it just might dear.” He replied then kissed her deeply on the lips. “Merry Christmas Heidi.”

“Merry Christmas to you hun!”

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #joey drew #norman polk #porter batdr #heidi batdr #alison pendel #susie campbell

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etxrnaleclipse · 10 months

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Noticing Trauma Sentences @divinedxsign said: “That really spooked you.” Alison to Ilsa

"I'm sorry." Ilsa had startled when the other woman had placed a hand on her shoulder, having still been tense from her last mission. She wasn't one to get jumpy, but the situation faced had left her on edge, but she knew that it was over now. "Sorry, I'm just caught up in here." She gently tapped her own temple.

#divinedxsign #divinedxsign || alison porter #ilsa faust || answered

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downthetubes · 2 years

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Lakes International Comic Art Festival set to bring comic art wonder, wow and a little bit of weird to Bowness-on-Windermere

Not long to go now before the Lake District gets taken over by comic creators and fans for another great weekend!

The Lakes International Comic Art Festival will be held in Bowness-on-Windermere, within the heart of the Lake District National Park, for its tenth anniversary year from October 14 – 16th 2022. The best comic artists, writers and creators from over 25 countries are heading to the Lake District for a packed comic art weekend extravaganza. Tizzie-Whizie, the Lakes International Comic Art Festival…

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#Adele Cliff #Alison Bechdel #Bill Morrison #Bowness-on-Windermere #Charlie Adlard #Charlie Higson #Comics can Change the World #downthetubes News #Events Comics #Lakes International Comic Art Festival #Lucy Porter #Martin Rowson #Posy Simmonds #Steve McGarry

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whimsicaldragonette · 1 year

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ARC Review: Maple and Rosemary by Alison James

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Publication Date: February 28, 2023

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A touching story about a sugar maple tree who finds a lifelong friend when a young girl comes to seek comfort in its branches. For the longest time, Maple was on her own, ignored by the cedars and the pines. All she wanted was a friend she could talk to. Then one day, Rosemary climbs into her branches, sad and searching for a friend of her own. Together they form a bond as real as roots. Through the seasons and across a lifetime, Maple and Rosemary tells a story of true friendship, one in which the experiences we share become a part of who we are. Alison James's spare, eloquent text is accompanied by luminous illustrations that capture the shifting seasons in all their glory, by Jennifer K. Mann, creator of the much-acclaimed picture book, The Camping Trip.

My Rating: ★★★★★

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Kiddo (9) and I loved this sweet story of the friendship between a girl and a tree. It reminds me of the Giving Tree only better - instead of a relationship where the boy takes and takes, Rosemary and Maple's friendship has both of them giving, both of them receiving the love they need to grow strong and to move past the loneliness they both share at the beginning of the book. The illustrations are whimsical and have a childlike charm. Kiddo said they looked a bit like crayon drawings and they do have that air about them. They also have a lot of character and show Rosemary's expressions really well. Kiddo listened rapt through the whole story (with only one interruption to ask anxiously if Rosemary would ever come back) and was very thoughtful after we finished. He is at the age where he is beginning to want friends and recognize loneliness, and the story seemed to resonate with him, as both Maple and Rosemary begin the story struggling with that. I love that it ends on a positive note. We never read the Giving Tree much, as it does not depict a healthy relationship and isn't really a happy story. Maple and Rosemary, in contrast, ends with Maple and Rosemary realizing they have become a part of one another and neither will ever be lonely again. It does a great job illustrating what true friendship is like and softens the bittersweet knowledge that Maple will outlive Rosemary, because Maple will always have memories of her. It would be a perfect read-aloud book for storytime and I am going to recommend it to my library as it is just the sort the children's librarian there likes to choose. *Thanks to Alison James and Neal Porter Books for providing an early copy for review.

#maple and rosemary #alison james #neal porter books #arc review #shilo reads #children's books #nature books #friendship

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tourandbackstagestories · 2 years

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Hard Summer 2022

29 -31 July 2022, Los Angeles, CA

More information and tickets at https://www.hardsummer.com/

Want more festivals? Check out our Festival Calendar for a complete list.

#TaBS Magazine #Tour and Backstage Stories #Hard Summer Music Festival #Los Angeles #Music Festival #Megan Thee Stallion #Joji #Zeds Dead #denzel curry #lil uzi vert #alison Wonderland #Madeon #Jai Wolf #Hotfire #Porter Robinson #Chris Lake #Gunna

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buriedsecrets · 4 months

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Thinking about how everytime Alison comes back, Julian says Cap's busy with his boyfriend, ie, the 25 year old porter with the pretty smile and nice arms that Cap follows around like a lovesick puppy, until one day said "boyfriend" falls down the stairs, bumps his head and thinks the silver fox ghost is pretty fucking cute himself.

#bbc ghosts #ghosts bbc

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spockvarietyhour · 9 months

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#Stargate Atlantis #SGA #Whispers #Whispers (episode)#Carson Beckett #Alison Porter #Dusty Mehra #it's not a stargate rewatch rewatch

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ssriuser · 5 months

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long list of celebs who are currently or have a history of supporting israel if u see someone not on this list please add to it in the comments or tags!!

amy schumer, sacha baron cohen, selena gomez, gal gadot, fran drescher, pharrell williams, jamie lee curtis, sarah silverman, gerard butler, ashton kutcher, katharine mcphee, arnold schwarzenegger, mayim bialik, michael rapaport, floyd mayweather, seal, debra messing, josh gad, noah schnapp, jerry seinfeld, timothee chalamet, madonna, chris rock, bella thorne, adam sandler, eugene levy, james corden, courteney cox, billy porter, barbra streisand, pamela anderson jack black, isla fisher, jason sudeikis, justin timberlake, jessica biel, jon hamm, judd apatow, annabelle dexter-jones, ben stiller, chelsea handler, mandy moore, eli roth, karlie kloss, chloe fineman, natalie portman, helen mirren, michael douglas, josh peck, jason alexander, lance bass, jim gaffigan, kris jenner, florence pugh, liev schreiber, ashley tisdale, reese witherspoon, justin bieber, mila kunis, sofia richie, nina dobrev, paris jackson, rita ora, katy perry, lindsay lohan, dwayne johnson, chris pine, andy garcia, nikki glaser, zachary levi, george lopez, howie mandel, quentin tarantino, nicholas sparks, kathy griffin, heather locklear, sarah michelle gellar, andy cohen, bono, max greenfield, jennifer love hewitt, busy philipps, alison brie, sara bareilles, sarah paulson, brooklyn beckham, jk rowling, patton oswalt, lebron james, jon voight, ellen degeneres, kim karshian, khloe kardashian, demi lovato, slyvester stallone, jessie j, addison rae, jon bon jovi, sharon osbourne, neil patrick harris

#i know nobody is prob gonna see this #israel #palestine #free palestine #anti zionisim

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totallyshattered · 1 year

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5-Star Ride

Alison's plane touched down, and she was so relieved to finally be home!

She trudged off the plane, still in the button-down blouse, pencil skirt and heels she'd been wearing in Chicago. In the rush to get out of her hotel room that morning, Alison had forgotten to pack her duffel bag with a change of clothes for the flight. She hadn't realized the mistake until after she checked her suitcase. and the uncomfortable clothes just added to her weariness.

The whole trip had been exhausting. Well, less of a trip, more of a tour. Alison hadn't been home in almost 3 months. She worked as an aide and layout designer to an advertising executive, Mr. Alexander Tennyson, and they'd been doing a cross country campaign for a new pharmaceutical product line.

She’d been transferred under Mr. Tennyson specifically for the campaign and had spent nearly every waking moment of the previous six months with him. He was a tall, Oxford-educated man of African descent with impeccable taste and skill at their business. His deep voice, chiseled features, well-pressed suits, and almost imperial manner had enamored Alison the entire time.

Alison had been at his beck and call, working on the project itself, running errands, getting food, and doing everything Mr. Tennyson and the firm had needed. She’d gotten PAID, but 12-hour days had been the norm, they were in a new city every few days, and then there had been that little incident where she'd gotten drunk and fucked Mr. Tennyson two weeks before the end of the tour.

She shivered, thinking about it. It had been incredible. She'd fantasized about him since she was transferred under him, and when they'd finally hooked up, he was so manly and masterful, he took complete control of the night, and she had let him do things she'd never have dreamed.

But, in the cold light of day, she'd been mortified that she'd given in to her lusts and had rejected him far too harshly the next morning when Mr. Tennyson had tried to broach the subject. The hurt in his eyes haunted her, and the cold deadness that followed had made her cry in her lonely hotel room more than once since.

He hadn't mentioned it again, and he'd remained completely professional, but it was obvious that he was still upset and just going through the motions with her. Alison felt she didn't owe him anything, but she knew she'd handled it wrong and was ignoring all of her feelings from the last half-year.

Deep in her own thoughts, she wandered listlessly to baggage pickup, grabbed her suitcase, and headed to the exit while her regrets and snippets of their passionate night spiraled through her brain.

Not that it mattered anymore, she sighed to herself. He’d probably transfer her away soon now that the job was done.

As she neared the exit, Alison pulled out her phone to set up a ride-share home. She changed accounts to select the corporate account, so she didn't have to go through the pain in the ass of expensing it but was only half paying attention as she swiped through the options.

When she hit submit, her phone buzzed, and the app made a sound she hadn't heard before. She frowned and checked the status. It looked normal, scanning for rides, so she shrugged it off.

She exited the airport and was immediately hit by an icy blast that her light overcoat could not compensate for. Alison shrieked and ducked back into the relative shelter the building offered.

Alison asked one of the porters if she could sit inside and wait, but was told, no, all ride-share clients had to sit in the loading zone. She tried to give him the sad kitty face, but no go.

Finally, she trudged out, found a seat in the ride share waiting area, and hugged her arms around herself, shivering.

Then she waited.

And waited.

Aaaaaannnnd waited until, at some point, she dozed off on the bench despite the brisk wind.

Alison dreamed about Mr. Tennyson. Dreamed about begging forgiveness, dreamed about submitting to him again, and dreamed about servicing his every desire.

Sometime later, she was wrenched from her dreamers sleep by a firm shake.

"Hello, young lass, are you waiting for a ride?" Asked a nondescript, middle-aged man in a bomber jacket and newsboy cap. His voice had a slight brogue that she couldn’t identify in her bewildered state.

Alison shook her head, "...ride? Oh, yes! I'm sorry, I was waiting, and I must have dozed off!"

She tried to stand on shaky legs when the driver scolded her, "Sit down, you daft girl. Stay there and let me do my job."

If she were more awake, she probably would have snapped back, but tired as she was, she obeyed his order.

The driver loaded her bags into a surprisingly nice town car and then opened the door, beckoning her inside. Alison was still a bit shaky when she stood, but she made it into the car before collapsing on the seat.

Oooo, she thought, it was so warm in the car, and the seats were even heated!

Now, wrapped in warmth, her sluggishness returned tenfold, and she smiled slightly as the driver got in and began the trip. He called himself Shane and told her he'd get her to her proper destination.

Shane did the normal driver shtick, asking her questions about herself, her trip, her job, etc. Allison answered the questions far less guarded than she would normally because she felt so warm, so drowsy, that she didn’t think to hold back. She only just managed to stop herself from describing her night with Mr. Tennyson.

Shane wasn't fooled, though. He zeroed in on her sudden silence, “Did something happen between you, and your boss?"

Allison flushed, "Um, that's not really your business, Shane."

"Sir," he corrected sharply.

The directness startled Allison, "Wait, what?"

"You should address men properly when they are leading you," he elaborated condescendingly. "I am leading you to your proper destination, you should address me with respect. You call Mr. Tennyson 'sir' when he directs you, don't you?"

Alison's bleary mind tried to latch onto a coherent response, but all that came out was, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he responded smugly.

Alison flushed.

"Now, tell me what happened?"

The story flowed out of Alison. Every detail.

Drinking a few too many cocktails at the client mixer.

Shamelessly making out with Mr. Tennyson after the client called it a night.

Grinding on his bulge on the dance floor.

Being ordered to come to his hotel room and practically creaming herself.

Actually cumming when he'd pulled her head down to suck his huge cock from the passenger seat of the rental.

His hidden fingers buried in her cunt from behind while she desperately tried not to make a sound during the seemingly endless elevator ride to his suite.

Being stripped and servicing him on her knees in the entryway of the room.

Giving and getting licked, sucked, and fucked on every surface in the room and in every position Mr. Tennyson twisted her pliable body into.

Feeling his bare rod fill her unprotected pussy with potent cum at least four times before they’d passed out.

Waking up to being taken and filled again during the night, and then falling asleep with his cock in her mouth when he ordered her to clean it with her mouth.

And finally, the shame, the panic she’d felt the next day, and her subsequent mistreatment of her boss.

Alison was mortified, beyond embarrassed, and almost impossibly turned on as she finished the story.

Shane, smirking, but saying nothing, offered her a drink that looked like a flavored sparkling water.

After that whole train wreck, a drink sounded good to her though she wished it was something stronger. Shouldn’t she be home by now?

The liquid inside was a bright neon pink color, the kind she'd loved as a teen, but had tried to distance herself from as an adult. At that moment, the nostalgic feeling of pink was a comfort instead of an embarrassment.

Alison hesitantly took the bottle, but before she could open it, Shane reached back and grabbed her wrist firmly, but without pain.

"What do you say, girl?" He growled.

Despite her exhaustion, adrenaline spiked through her. Her mind searched for the answer while her eyes were locked with his harsh gaze. Finally, she sputtered out, “Thank you! Uh, sir. Thank you, sir!”

He smiled at her, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Better, but that’s twice. You’d better not forget yourself again on this ride.”

Rattled, Alison finally got the bottle opened and sipped the saccharine liquid, and to her surprise, the drink even tasted pink. She giggled and took another sip, trying to keep her dignity, but just ended up gulping it down, little rivulets of pink escaping her lips dripping on her black coat.

Alison finished the bottle in one long draught and felt a different kind of warmth pour through her. Goosebumps raced down her body as if she was being caressed with slender fingers. She gasped for air at the feeling and then began giggling again.

"Have another," Shane ordered her. Part of Alison tried to rebel against being commanded, but the Pink told her to be a good girl and have another.

“Yes sir. Thank you, sir,” said the Pink Ali.

Alison opened the second bottle and began to gulp the oversweet elixir down. The feelings intensified, and she felt the heat surge through her.

It was so hot, and it felt so good, but at the same time, she was so tired, all she could do was moan, giggle, and drift.

Shane’s voice cut through the haze, “Doesn’t it feel good when you do what you’re told?”

“Uh, um, what?” Mumbled Alison. She couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t think.

“I told you to take a drink, you did it, and then you felt good, right you stupid girl?” Asked Shane.

“Yes… but, the drink,” Alison tried to respond. She felt so strange. Were her clothes tighter? Did her tits always bulge out from her shirt like that?

“No,” he cut her off. “You already felt good when you obeyed, didn’t you?”

“…yes”

“And then when you obeyed again, and took another drink, and it felt even better, correct?”

“Yes…”

“So,” the sneering Shane concluded, “It feels good when you obey.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl, good girl.”

Pink Ali beamed. Yes, she was a good girl, she obeyed.

“It’s proper for a stupid lass like you to obey men.”

“No, not… not stupid,” Alison responded.

“Yes, you are stupid,” Shane confirmed, smirking. “You don’t respect men properly, you don’t have any manners and need instructions like a child, and you tell all of your personal business to perfect strangers. Only stupid girls do that.”

“Yes, yes I’m so stupid,” agreed Ali as Alison subsided again.

“You are a stupid girl. Stupid girls obey and respect men. You should always obey and respect men.”

“Yesss…,” Ali was getting stronger. Her skirt felt tight, her panties wedged between her big ass cheeks.

“It feels good to obey, and stupid girls need to obey men. Men like Mr. Tennyson,” continued Shane.

At the mention of Mr. Tennyson, Ali moaned, “Ohh, yessss…”

“It feels good to obey Mr. Tennyson. You always have to obey him like a servant, don’t you?”

Alison clawed her way back, “No… not always… not a servant… just a job…”

“Stupid girl!” Scolded Shane. Alison winced, tried to hold on. “It is your job to do whatever Mr. Tennyson says to do so he can do his work, yes?”

“Uh, uh, yes,” stammered Alison losing her grip.

“If you have to do whatever he tells you all the time, it means you always obey him, and obedience feels good.”

“Yessss,” Ali agreed, she started rubbing her plumping thighs. They were so smooth. Her nails were so cute and pink.

“You obey everything Mr. Tennyson says, obeying him feels good. Servants always obey, it’s their job. You are his servant.”

“I… I am… servant,” Ali wheezed, feeling so good.

“Good girl,” Shane rewarded Ali. Ali beamed, and her fingers slipped into her thong to rub her pussy.

Shane continued, “You are Mr. Tennyson’s servant. You love to obey him. It feels good. It makes your stupid girl cunt drip.”

“YES” Ali gushed, figuratively and literally.

“You take care of all his needs. Whatever he needs, you obey, right?”

Alison made a desperate surge. “No, not… not everything he needs… Not... everything…” She was getting weaker and weaker. It felt so good to let Ali talk. It was easier. Felt so good. Why was she trying so hard?

“Yes, everything,” Shane reinforced. “Remember when you took care of his needs as a man. When he told you to follow, you followed. When he told you to suck, you sucked. When he told you to fuck, you fucked. When he told you to cum, you came.”

“Oh yes! Yes!” Ali groaned happily. She began stroking her other fingers across her cock sucking lips. They felt so good, they felt so much bigger, so much more sensitive, like she had another clit on her lips.

“Heehee, pussy mouth,” Ali giggled.

Shane rolled his eyes and continued, “So, obeying Mr. Tennyson doesn’t just feel good. It makes your pussy wet. Stupid girls like you get wet when they obey strong men like Mr. Tennyson.”

“I… I… “ Alison tried to deny it.

“You obey Mr. Tennyson. Obeying him makes your pussy wet. You are wet for Mr. Tennyson. Say it!”

“I get wet from Mr. Tennyson!” cried Ali, exultantly. Her fingers were buried in her pussy now. She pinched the nipple of one of her massive tits that had finally burst free of her blouse.

“If you obey Mr. Tennyson, and obeying makes you wet, and you do anything for him including taking care of his manly needs, you aren’t just a servant, you’re a slave.”

“Noooooo…,” wailed Alison weakly. There wasn’t much left of her.

“You are a stupid girl who only obeys him. Your only value is serving him and servicing him. You help him do his work. You drain his cock. It’s all you’re good for,” Shane grinned at her in his review mirror, enjoying her transformation. “You are his slave.”

“Yes! Yes, Ali is Mr. Tennyson’s slave!” Ali squealed happily. She wanted to cum so bad. She wanted to cum on Mr. Tennyson’s cock.

“Slaves don’t call their owners by their names,” Shane told her. “What do they call him?”

“Mmmmaasstteeerrrrr!!!” Ali exulted. It seemed Alison was gone.

“Good slave,” said Shane, his job done. “Now, don’t cum until your Master tells you. He would be very angry.”

Ali gasped, “Oh no, I’ll be a good girl, I won’t cum until Master says so!” It was so hard, she was so warm, so wet, so horny, she wanted to cummmm. But she had to obey!

Ali continued to edge, the rest of the world forgotten. She vaguely heard Shane talking, but not to her.

“Yes sir, it’s done. I’ll be there in a few minutes. You should bring a blanket. Mmhm. Mmhm. Yes, Mr. Tennyson, I expect payment on delivery”

Ali heard him say Master’s name! She was going to Master! Shane was so nice to take her to Master!

The car finally pulled up to a gated, modest sized, but elegant house with a well-manicured lawn. The electric gate opened, and Shane pulled in.

All 6’4” of Mr. Alexander Tennyson waited at the bottom of the steps, a blanket slung over his arm.

Shane stopped, got out, and opened the passenger door. The smell of sugar and arousal flowed out. Tennyson smirked at the vision inside. A caricature of his assistant sat, head back, eyes closed, fingers pumping in her cunt, awaiting her new life.

“Come here, Alison,” he ordered.

Ali’s eyes fluttered open, and she set her eyes on Master. She cried out for him and leapt from the car. She embraced him and burst into tears.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” the tiny remaining shred of Alison sobbed out. “I love you, Master. I always wanted to be yours!”

Tennyson’s face softened. He bent down, wrapped her in the blanket, and lifted her, holding her close to his chest. He whispered to her, “I know, Alison. I forgive you. I love you, too. Now you’re mine forever.”

Ali fell asleep in his arms as Master carried her into her new home.

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Shane picked up all the luggage he had stowed in the car and took it into the house and feeling very smug at another job well done.

The Full-Service package was expensive, but he guaranteed satisfaction.

Shane checked his phone, making sure the wire transfer had gone through. He confirmed it, closed the door, and got back into his car.

Just as he was about to drive off, he felt a buzz at his elbow. It was the bimbo’s phone, still open, and sitting on the completed screen for the ride-share app. She’d never even noticed the destination change or the Full-Service package request. Stupid girl.

He picked up the phone, smiled evilly, and rated the trip 5-stars. Shane always took them where they needed to go.

#mind conditioning #hypnotic sex #breast expansion #ass expansion #bimboization #unprotected sex #snowbunny #My Alli

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hello sorry if you've been asked this recently but could you recommend some good adult trans books 👉👈 no worries if you don't!!

there are lots of good ones and i've fallen out of the loop since i left my bookstore job! there's sometimes this attitude that trans writers can only be successful in some genres but there are great trans writers in lots of genres! so have tried to include a mix of genres here to highlight some of that abundance, and because i don't know what you like so want to include many things that i think might spark your curiosity.

i'm leaving a lot of classics off that i'm sure you've heard of or have been told to read, as well as some stuff i read that i didn't love and don't feel i can vouch for. there's also lots of good stuff for younger readers (have esp heard good things about sisters of dorley hall and when the angels left the old country) which is really heartening when i remember furtively reading the one trans novel for teens at my library when i was little! and i like that there are trans characters for younger readers now who don't have tragic endings. but anyway:

i really like anything by casey plett, particularly her novel little fish! i loved ivan coyote's rebent sinner for kind of autobiographical vignettes as well as gender failure which they wrote with rae spoon. gretchen felker-martin and alison rumfitt are big faves if you like horror, they're both so smart and unsparing. your body is not your body if you want a good taste of lots of different trans horror authors. the seep by chana porter for meditative sci-fi. the fifth wound by aurora mattia which is hard to describe but v gorgeous. paul takes the form of a mortal girl if you want something kind of carefree and horny and fun and not devastating or upsetting. summer fun by jeanne thornton if you've ever been like what if velvet goldmine were based on the beach boys. i like confessions of the fox by jordy rosenberg but i think the ideal audience for this book is like transmasc grad students who are horny in a neurotic way so it's not for everyone. stone fruit by lee lai was my favorite graphic novel of 2022 and it's a really beautiful examination of breakups and caring for children as a queer person and also forgiving your family. gaylord phoenix if you like your graphic novels weird.

books from my own to-read list that i've heard good things about from people i trust (have included author names only where the title alone isn't specific enough to find the right book):

wrath goddess sing (if you like mythology remixes)

a natural history of transition (magical realist short stories)

manywhere: stories (unsettling also magical realist short stories)

chromatic fantasy (graphic novel, trans guy nun has sex with the devil and has a romance with a robin hood-type trans guy bandit)

finna (gay trans multiverse travel in an IKEA)

X by davey davis (bdsm psychological thriller)

idlewild (transmasc fujoshi tumblrinas have a toxic bestieship)

girlfriends by emily zhou (slice of life short stories)

boys weekend (graphic novel, bachelorx weekend turns into a cult murder mystery)

the boy with the bird in his chest (magical realist coming of age)

the call-out (gossipy novel in verse)

nettleblack (victorian transmasc hijinks)

the story of silence (medieval n magical french trans hijinks based on the historical poem)

unfortunate elements of my anatomy (horror short stories)

bad girls by camila sosa villada (magical realist coming of age epic)

apsara engine (south asian graphic vignettes)

future feeling (funny bizarre sci-fi)

everyone on the moon is essential personnel (cyberpunk body horror weirdness)

#anonymous #ask and receive

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