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Felicity's Bunny Ears

"Why don't you go ahead and put on the bunny ears again, sweetie?" It was really a command and not a request, but Mark's smooth coaxing baritone made everything he said sound so enticing that Felicity found herself wandering over to the closet without even thinking about what she was doing. She took out a headband with big fake fluffy bunny ears, white with pink glittery insides, and it didn't really surprise her that as soon as she put it on all her other clothes started slipping off leaving only a pair of stockings that framed her smooth, alabaster cunt. Bunnies were stupid and horny, after all. And Felicity made a very good bunny when she wore her special ears.

She drifted back to the couch in a daze of lust, straddling the arm and bending over to expose her slick pink pussy to Mark's admiring stare. Already Felicity could feel the bubbles of stress popping in her brain, the grinding exhaustion of office politics and tedious power plays from sexist old men melting away into amiable vapidity for her Master. She didn't have to be constantly on guard for Mark, worried that even the slightest slip of the tongue could lead to months of 'dumb blonde' jokes they all thought she didn't know about. She could relax and let her husband make her dumb, really and truly stupid and giggly and eager to fuck, and allow everything else to stop mattering. "I'm your silly bunny, sir," she sighed, and suddenly everything felt right with the world.

It even made perfect sense when Mark got out a bottle of lube and began to carefully, confidently massage it into Felicity's tender anus--bunnies were so fertile, after all, and Felicity just knew that if he stuck his dick in her clenching pussy he wouldn't be able to stop himself from cumming and she wouldn't be able to stop herself from getting knocked up. And while she craved that so badly, and so much of their play involved the fetishized denial of his warm cock thrusting into her unprotected cunt, she knew it was better to simply let him fuck her tight asshole and get himself off that way. He'd explained that to her plenty of times, and Felicity loved being gullible enough to believe it.

He made sure her anus was nice and relaxed before he pushed himself inside her, and Felicity let out a tiny, whimpering yelp of arousal as she remembered what she forgot every single time somehow--Mark had put so many triggers and suggestions into her malleable mind to make anal sex pleasurable for her that she almost didn't miss getting her pussy fucked while he was pounding her hungry asshole like this. 'Almost' wasn't the same as 'completely', of course, not when so much of their kink revolved around her constant desire to get fucked raw by her husband and filled with his potent semen, but on a basic and elemental level she knew she was going to climax just from getting her ass plowed. And her needy cunt would get so much wetter being denied.

She didn't know how many orgasms she had before Mark finally shot his load up her ass--Felicity always had so much trouble counting with her bunny ears on--but she knew it felt good, and she knew the feverish heat in her pussy would linger all night and make her deliciously submissive to her wonderful husband. And she knew that ultimately, she gave him that submission… which made it that much sweeter to put all those sexist old men in their place every day.

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Andrea's Superpower

"So yeah, I really think you need to see this, it's like… it's a superpower, right?" Andrea closed the door to the bedroom, but not before giving a conspiratorial glance out into the hallway to make sure Ellie's parents were nowhere nearby. Even after graduation, with both Andrea and Ellie mere weeks away from heading to college and their very own dorm room together, it was sometimes hard to convince Ellie's mom and dad that they were adults with a reasonable expectation of privacy. Ellie didn't know what Andrea was going on about, but whatever it was it was obviously something she didn't want to share with anyone else and Ellie took the almost unprecedented step of jamming the doorstop into the crack between floor and door to make it a little harder for someone to interrupt them.

Once they had their privacy, Andrea gave Ellie a big, wild-eyed grin as though she would have physically burst if she had to wait even a single second more to share her big news. "Okay, so I was stuck doing extra laps after swimming practice with Veronica Chastain, right? Because she was being, like, a total bitch the whole afternoon, and when I finally pushed back on it Coach decided to just punish us both because it was easier than finding out who was responsible. And so anyway, that meant it was just the two of us in the showers, and she just would not stop ragging on me about how she had an athletic scholarship to UMD and I was going to have to be a walk-on even after spending my whole summer practicing, and I kind of reached out to give her a little shove, and it was like…."

She touched Ellie's hand, and suddenly the lanky brunette felt a surge of intense, tingling pleasure that radiated through her whole body and left her panting and shuddering within moments. "I know, right?" Andrea said, once she released Ellie and everything went abruptly back to normal with only a faint residual afterglow of euphoria. "It's like… I could actually feel myself pushing the feelings into her body. I don't know what I was tying to do, it was just this weird kind of instinct, but I could tell it had an effect on her because she pulled away with this weird look on her face like she was scared and horny at the same time."

Ellie had a pretty good idea about what that was like, but she didn't stop Andrea from taking her hand again and sending wave after wave of tingling bliss into her body that seemed to pool and settle into her chest and between her thighs. "And I… I thought that maybe because we're friends and we trust each other," Andrea continued, sounding just a tiny bit shy and hesitant, "you could maybe, um, help me test it out. Just to, y'know, find out how it works and what it can do." Andrea's head bobbed up and down in a vacant nod, but she wasn't really thinking about her friend's words. She honestly wasn't thinking about anything except for the potent and intensely sexual pleasure that was making her so wet she had to squirm out of her jeans and panties before they soaked all the way through and left a dark spot on the front.

"S-so I guess it's really doing it for you?" Andrea asked, slipping off as much of her own clothing as she could without breaking contact with Ellie's skin and giving her a sly smile that hinted at desires long denied. It made Ellie question her friend's motives for just a moment as Andrea took her hand away just long enough to finish getting them both naked… but when she put it back directly on Ellie's pussy lips, the flood of ecstasy made any kind of thought impossible and she simply collapsed into orgasm for a while.

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I've spent years working as a motorcycle mechanic. I just want someone fix me up and maintain me with the same care and admiration that I gave to those machines.

I've done my time. Can I have my turn please?

[Bonus points if you can drain my fluids and winterize me for the colder winter months]

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im sorry i said that i wanted to replace your tendons and muscles with thin spectral cords of myself so i could draw you up and pull you around like my puppet. in retrospect that was kind of a weird thing to say and most people don’t wanna get possessed or whatever. could i instead coil myself around you like snakes and move you how i want with more brute force? is that more normal

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Hypnovember Day 11 - Video Game

(CW: transformation, feline transformation, master driven transformation)

KAT - So the new immersion chamber by synthetic labs is out. I'm thinking about getting one.

MST - You definitely should. I know a few people who have and they love it. Says it makes the game really come to life. In fact let's both get one. We can play together, what's that game you like?

KAT - Fictional Fantasy League. I know you'd love it!

MST - Fine. We can both get it and play together. What do you say?

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A week later Kay was finishing setting up the box in the corner of his room when he got a message from Mary. Sure they had never met in person, but after gaming together for the last decade they were as close as friends as you could get.

MST - Hurry up. I can't wait for you to get in here.

Kay rolled his eyes turning back to setting up the chamber. It was not what he expected, the big dark box that sat in the corner of his bedroom without any noticeable details to it. Just a big glossy door with a handle sticking out of it. He was kind of nervous. Some of the recent stories about people using it and coming out, different seemed kind of suspicious but they were just stories online of course. People lie all the time on line.

KAT - Almost set up. You get started. I'll be right there.

MST - Don't keep me waiting long! You know how impatient I get.

Kay rolled his eyes and plugged the last cord into his computer. The installation started automatically and all he had to do was wait for it to finish. The green ping popped up and he quickly launched the game, his favorite, Fictional Fantasy League. He could hear the panel behind him start and unlatch itself, inviting him in.

He quickly undressed and opened the door stepping in. It was weird that they recommended using it completely naked but it seemed safe enough. Probably for the immersion part of it, he assumed. He slowly closed the door behind him and heard it seal tightly with a suction click.

Nothing happened as he stood in the darkness, waiting. Slowly the room pulsed green as a web of lights rose from the floor scanning him.

Initializing baseline mental and physical state.

It rose higher before disappearing into the ceiling. He didn't feel anything different, just as if he was scanned, which was, weird.

Baseline locked. Loading game.

Suddenly the room exploded in light. Everything was glowing, pulsing in a rhythmic warm hue. Slowly the lighting changed as pillars of stone loaded in around him. He was standing on a stone floor, in a field, surrounded by pillars lit by candlelight. Overhead, trees rustled in the air. Grass blew by. It smelled like, a field. He could feel the stone beneath his feet. It was sightly damp to the touch. Everything felt so real.

A menu popped up in front of his face. A character customization screen. He knew this screen, he had used it dozens of times before to create a character for the game. But this time, the character was him. He slowly reached up to the screen and wondered what would happen if he just nudged something like hair length. There was a tingle in his head as his hair grew longer, now touching his shoulders. He stopped surprised, maybe the stories online were true.

A notification popped up surprising him before he could go any further.

MST - Hurry up and get in here! Just use the character preset I'm sending you. Don't overthink it like always.

A file appeared at the bottom of the popup. All it said was "CAT". Must've been a joke of course or a mistype. Kay grabbed it and dropped it onto their customization window. Imported character models weren't new for the game, but Kay wondered what had been prepped for him.

He gasped and doubled over as his body erupted in electricity. His chest doubled in size swelling growing larger by the second. He could feel himself shrinking, his hips flaring outward as his waist pinched inward. He tried to stand up, to reach the panel but immediately tumbled forward off balance, falling to his knees. He looked at his hands on the stone ground, small claws and fur erupting from them, covering his hands. It kept crawling up and something shot out of his back smacking him on the head. He looked trying to catch only to bite his tail. Yelping in pain he scratched his head.

He stood up looking at his character sheet. There were so many words on it. So many things to push. He wanted to poke them all. They seemed so shiny. So fun. Like a game. He loved games.

MST - you coming? Just accept my request already.

Something popped up on the screen. Something new. With a flashing button. Kay quickly poked it and suddenly everything changed. The world blurred as trees spun into a set of warm wooden walls. It was some sort of tavern. He was sure he had been here before but it was so silly now to try to remember. Everything was so new this time. So original.

“Wow. You came out great Kitten! I hope you don’t mind me calling you that. You always seemed more like a Kitten than a Kat.”

Kitten turned around eyes glistening. Cloaked in a large flowing red gown with a circlet above her head was Master. Kitten beamed brightly, excitedly and skipped over nuzzling against Master’s leg.

“Head up now Kitten. Let me see your eyes.” Kitten obeyed looking up straight into a glowing purple spell.

“Much better. You were right. This game is great. Especially since I can use magic to change reality and better yet, you. Do you like your new body?”

Kitten nodded running one of his new cat ears under Master’s hand. The lights twinkled twirling around his head, digging into his brain, changing his thoughts.

“I’ve been thinking Kitten. We should meet in the real world. Especially as soft and docile as you are now. It’s not safe for a Kitten to be all alone.”

Kitten twisted his head confused. A flash of the light however remedied that. It made sense. Kitten shouldn’t be alone. Kitten should obey commands.

“Good. Now what do you think Kitten. I only went for half elf, but I was thinking you’d enjoy something a bit larger in the future. But how about you show me that cute little butt of yours so we can see just how immersive this really is.”

Kitten did a little twirl, head still turned, facing the glowing spell. He bent down, raising his ass up in the air, giving his tail a swish. “Mrow.” He said with a little wink. His cock twitched eagerly as he rubbed his swollen breasts against the ground. Hopefully Master enjoyed using him.

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Briki

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mind control getting violent. you WILL cuddle comfy cozy.

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There's a lesbian who's repulsed by cocks and she knows this makes her a bad ally, so she asks me to help her get over her aversion through exposure therapy.

It starts with getting her more comfortable with just looking at one. So of course she gets to sit and watch me stroke it, doing her best not to look away as I slowly pump my hand up and down my shaft. When she looks up and meets my eyes it's clear I'm using her as jerkoff material. She figures the quicker I cum the better, so she starts wearing short shorts and low-cut tops to show off her body better.

She still thinks cocks are gross, she still feels a shudder of revulsion(?) when she thinks about one fucking her, but at least she can look at one without freaking out.

I start sending her unsolicited dick pics during the day. Somehow looking at a picture is easier, and if she happens to glance at them while she's playing with herself, well, that doesn't mean anything.

It's still gross, but she can at least sorta stand facing down a cock, so we move from having her watch me from across the room to up close, kneeling in front of me while I jerk off over her. It's so different, seeing my massive girldick looming over her face, twitching, leaking pre...she gets to inspect every inch of it, see every vein, get up close to my heavy girlballs, even smell it. The thing is, I don't give her a warning before I cum all over her face.

By now she's masturbating to my dick pics every night and she buys a dildo the same size as my girlcock to trains herself on. She still can't quite make the whole thing fit but sometimes she just rubs her clit while sucking on it.

After that we move on to touch. There's still just a part of her that feels revulsion, but I'm patient, showing her how to stroke it and murmuring encouragement, reminding her to fondle my girlballs, too. She can take as long as she needs, really get used to the way it twitches and throbs in her hand. At this point she's almost looking forward to me cumming all over her face, last time she got a little on her lips and licked them clean without thinking.

Finally, something in her breaks. Maybe it's the realization that her cunt is leaking while she jerks me off, maybe it's the fact that her dildo can't match up to my hard, hot shaft anymore, maybe it's the taste of cum. She loves girlcock, she can't get enough of it. She learns to worship it, planting sloppy kisses and licks on every inch of my shaft, licking and sucking my heavy girlballs, taking my whole length in her mouth on the first go - such a good girl, she's been training for this, and she feels her pussy clench as she presses her lips against the base of my cock.

Finally, she lies back and spreads her legs, but there's still a thread of resistance. She thanks me for being so selfless and helping her through this, but she really can't let me put it inside. Instead, she'll let me tease her clit with the head of my cock, rub it against her pussy lips. She finally realizes what it feels like to have a girlcock pressed up against her pussy, and she wonders why she ever could have been afraid of this. That final thread snaps, and she's the one who makes the final move. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me inside her. She's ready to be totally and completely claimed by girldick.

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Mechanical Telepathy Does Some Amazing Things

"It's the culmination of years of research," Doctor Birch said proudly as the helmet lowered onto Lori's head. "Most of it was just mapping out the precise structure of the regions involved, tracing the synapses as they fired and conducting extensive interviews afterward with my previous subjects to determine exactly how their internal narrative coincided with individual electrical pulses in specific cortical areas. You'll be the first test subject working with the finished product, though. Actual, real, mechanical telepathy." She pressed a button, and a flow of words came up on the screen.

Lori was slightly embarrassed to realize that the first few sentences read, 'I can't believe she actually thinks this bullshit is real. Still, if humoring some lunatic is going to help me make rent this month, I--' Then it all trailed off into incoherent gibberish for a moment, just lots of 'oh my god' and 'no fucking way' until she finally got herself under control and forced herself to clearly, deliberately conceive the notion, 'That's very impressive, Doctor Birch.' Even then, Lori saw that only moments later the words, 'Fucking scary as hell, but impressive.' She was suddenly, intensely aware of the restraints that the scientist had insisted were only to prevent body movements from interfering with the precisely calibrated connection.

Doctor Birch smiled, and up on the screen Lori watched her own internal narrative noting how cold and cruel it was. "Oh, that's nothing," she said, a mirthless chuckle escaping her lips. "Wait until you see the edit feature." She went over to a keyboard, and as Lori watched the older woman tabbed back to a sentence in the stream-of-consciousness flow of words and deleted a few lines, retyping them into something… was it something different? Lori suddenly couldn't remember. She couldn't recall what the old thought was, and the one she was looking at felt so intuitively hers that she had absolutely no ability to differentiate it from those around it. "Do you want to tell me what you were thinking just a few moments ago?"

Numbly, Lori recited exactly what she saw on the screen in front of her. "I can't believe I get to work with such a brilliant mind, and get paid for it to boot. Still, it would be better if there was a fucking machine attached to this chair so I could get my pussy railed while I stared at her beautiful body." It didn't really fit in with Lori's self-image--except it did, she realized as Doctor Birch deleted a few key letters from her most recent thought and made her smile at what a vacant, horny slut she genuinely was--but, or and, or because she was such a lesbian whore that she craved bondage and submission and total vulnerability to Doctor Birch's mental domination. God, it was so fucking hot to watch her edit Lori's consciousness in real time.

"So I was thinking about turning you into my sex slave when all this is over," Doctor Birch said casually, as though suggesting a coffee date. "What do you think about that?" Lori knew exactly what she thought of the lewd, perverted notion--she thought it was brilliant, another wonderful idea from the smartest woman Lori knew, and she couldn't wait to get out of the chair and kiss Doctor Birch's feet in reverent submission to her powerful, charismatic goddess. That was what the screen said, anyway… and Lori was having an ever harder time shifting her mental narrative away from what she saw.

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Leana Lovings Self Hypnosis Video

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shapeshifter slimegirl who burrows into the base of your skull and eats your brain a little bit at a time, but shape-shifts into the portion she just ate simultaneously, slowly replacing your entire brain without you ever noticing, existing as you for a while, keeping you, or some ship-of-theseus'd copy of you, alive and conscious until she gets bored and decides to leave, slipping out the way she came and letting your mindless body crumple to the ground, empty skull making a hollow thunk against the pavement ton the way out.

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Hypnovember Day 6 - Scent

(CW: objectification, entranced by smell, ass eating, exhibitionism, milking cock, lactation)

You stumbled into the bakery following the sweet scent that had caught your nose ever since you got off of the bus. You had walked past this place dozens of times before, but never til now did you decide to stop in. Something about it smelled amazing today, like the best treats in the world were made there. You just had to check it out.

You stepped inside, the chime ringing as the door opened. The girl behind the counter smiled expectantly at you giving you a wave. Immediately you noticed that she was naked except for the apron. The sight surprised you, but not so much as the warm air and sweet smells that wafted through the air. They clouded your head filling it with the smell of sugar and frosting. You found your mouth watered.

"Hello and welcome! Feel free to take a look around and let me know if you need any help with anything." The woman said. You noticed the apron tented over her massive breasts, barely containing them. She seemed so happy even though sweat dripped down her neck, over her collarbones and down between her breasts. You shook your head and stepped forward cautiously looking around.

The shelves in the store were stacked full of treats of all types. Fresh baked breads, dozens of muffins and donuts, cupcakes, cookies, biscuits, and things that you had only ever seen in photos. And it all looked amazing. It made your head spin and stomach growl.

"Oh honey you look so hungry. It get's pretty hot in here, especially when I'm in the back making everything by hand. Might seem odd, but I put extra love into every...single...treat..."

You felt your legs squeeze together as she spoke. You didn't know why but it was getting hotter by the second to be in there. You walked over to the counter panting, hoping there was something to drink. You felt dizzy all of a sudden, the smell getting to you.

She walked out from behind the counter, her bare skin on full display for you to see. Her hips were just as wide as you imagined and shining from the sweat beading on them. You wondered what her ass tasted like. You blinked twice, your head spinning from the thought. Where had that come from.

She slipped behind you and put her hands on your shoulders, digging her fingers into them, slowly massaging you. Your eyes fluttered as she dug into the muscles sending your head swaying to the side. It felt so good to have her do that to you. "Oh honey I knew when you walked in that you were all tense. You needed a good kneading to loosen you up. I can always tell when a good dessert needs working before its finished. You just relax and let me get you all baked up."

You wanted to argue, to fight her on it, but she dug her fingers in deeper and you nearly crumpled over letting out a moan of pleasure and pain. You could feel your muscles relaxing under her grip as she pulled you back against her. Her hands slid over your arms, lower, working ever muscle in your body. The loud growl from your stomach was the only thing that caused her to stop.

"My poor sweet. Come let's get you fed. I know exactly what you need is in the back." She took your hand leading you back behind the counter and through the swinging door into the kitchen.

You could see a standard kitchen with everything pristine and clean except for the women restrained on the back wall of the kitchen. She led you over to them, the sweet smell getting stronger the closer you got. Your head swam, practically drooling with each step.

"Here is cupcake. I keep her nice and glazed up." She gestured to a girl who's top half was invisible, blocked off from the hole in the wall where she disappeared from the waist up. Her legs were spread wide, trapped and bent to the sides revealing her pussy which glistened in the lighting. It shone brightly, twinkling in your eyes.

"Over here is cream. She makes it fresh on tap daily." The next girl put in the same position, except upright. Only her massive breasts that put the shop owner to shame and her equally impressive dick stuck out from the holes in the wall. Her nipples and dick were dripping, leaking into a large bucket set on the floor.

"And here is donut. I think that's what you're hungry for most of all." She pointed to the third girl, her ass, hands, and feet the only things sticking out from the wall. Her hands were stuck tightly, pulling her cheeks apart revealing her perky and puffy butthole. It made your mouth water as you began to lean forward.

The shop owner gave you a little push sending you falling face first against donut's hole. You quickly began to lick at it, hungry for more of a taste. You could feel it twitch excitedly and dove in fully, your mind lost in a daze fully.

"Be sure to eat up cutie. Get your fill of all of them. And then we can talk about getting you all set up for your position as a whole cake. I know a few of our repeat clients who would love nothing more than to get a piece of you."

You couldn't focus on the words anymore, your mind lost in the bliss of savoring donut's taste and smell. It made your mind fuzzy and knees weak as you carelessly pawed at your crotch, desperately trying to get some pleasure out of yourself.

"You have fun. I'll come check on you later and we'll get to some deep work on your mind and body. After all a good baker never lets any product go to waste."

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refrigerant slimegirl who screams in agony every time she's forced into the compressor, and explosively orgasms when squeezed out through the expansion valve, caught in an eternal loop of agony and ecstasy as she keeps your drinks nice and cold.

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shoutout to the poor slimegirls out there who only get to enjoy each partners body once. The highly acidic slimegirls, the very basic slimegirls, the lava slimegirls, the molten metal slimegirls, the plasma slimegirls. You are loved <3

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Hypnovember Day 7 - Smoke

(CW: smoke play, intox play, secondhand smoke, nonbinary protag, exhibitionism)

Tay had just moved into their new apartment when they realized the person next door was a smoker. It wasn't quite cigarette smoke of weed but it had a smell to it, not pleasant. It came in through the wall, bleeding in. Unfortunately, it was the wall where their bed was. So sleep was an awful amount of subjugation to it. They decided to do something about it.

The next day Tay walked next door and knocked on it. Wearing an oversized hoodie and pair of baggy pajama pants they carefully banged on the door, standing there in their slippers.

The door opened, their neighbor standing there in a pair of transparent silk underpants and a matching nightgown that did nothing to hide their voluptuous form. They looked like something out of an old crime movie. Pale white skin, plump red lips, long black cascading hair that held perfect volume, and a long cigarette holder between their fingers. In it a pink paper cigarette, smoking from the end.

They exhaled, a puff of smoke trailing out of their lips. Tay had no chance to avoid breathing it in. At this proximity they coughed and waved their hand in front of their face, brushing the smoke aside. It was fruitier up close, heavy on the spiced notes that followed. They lowered the cigarette leaning on the door frame, the nightgown loosening around them, baring the pale skin. "To what do I owe the pleasure so early in the morning."

Tay cleared their throat. "Hi. I'm Tay. I just moved in next door and wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind smoking outside. My bed is right near our shared wall and it creeps through while I'm trying to sleep. I don't mean to be a bother-"

"Then don't darling." She raised the pipe to her mouth taking a long inhale. She exhaled once more into Tay's face.

Tay tried to turn away but the smell still crept into their nose and mouth. It felt as though it wormed its way into any open hole it could, swirling around their head, filling it full even as they tried not to breathe in the smoke. They looked back, eyes tearful and fuzzy, vision cloudy as the effects of the smoke clouded their mind. "As I was saying..." they trailed off.

The woman leaned forward gripping their jaw tightly, trapping their mouth open. "As I was saying..." She took another deep inhale. "Don't be a bother..." She exhaled the smoke, bringing her mouth closer to Tay's. The smoke escaped with each word, sliding right down into Tay's nose and mouth, nowhere to escape.

Tay felt their body sink, relaxing into the woman's grip, their eyes rolling forward, vision fading into clouds of smoke that swirled around their eyes and head. Everything felt so light all of a sudden, so easy to drift into the smoke.

"So darling, don't be a bother. Is that clear?" The woman asked. Tay nodded mouthing along. "Don't be a bother." As she released their head, letting them stumble backwards out of the doorway.

"That's much more like it. Now darling, don't linger long. I have company coming by. And when you finally decide to come back over and visit, I hope you'll be more welcoming and offer to be a good neighbor and help me out in any way that you can."

Tay opened their mouth to speak, to say anything, to rebuff with the little thought they could muster but the door slammed in their face before they could. They just stood there, dizzy, trapped in a haze, for how long, they weren't sure.

Eventually they made their way back to their unit. Slowly they walked over, climbing into their bed, head resting tightly on their pillow as the smell of the smoke drifted in through the wall, tangling in their mind two thoughts.

"Don't be a bother. Be a good neighbor."

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clowning around (whether you want to or not)

(day 5 + 6 of bunbot's hypnovember :p)