#power transfer

[misseviehyde]

BETTER SUITED

You couldn't take it anymore. You had to be free of her.

It made you feel physically sick to be Mikayla. Not whilst you were her of course... it was afterwards. Afterwards when you slid off her perfect skin and returned to being yourself. Afterwards when you lay in bed feeling guilty and wrong for the evil you had committed.

But then the hunger and addiction to become her, to be free of guilt and take pleasure in the suffering of others filled you. You would become her again and the cycle of pleasure and disgust would start again.

You had found the skin in a trunk of a house you were renovating, hidden behind a wall in the attic. The owner of the house seemed to know nothing about the trunk. You stole the skin and took it home with you.

You had no idea where Mikayla had come from. Was she a real woman who had been turned into a magic skin, an experimental nano-suit, or something else? It didn't really matter.

All that mattered was that when you slid open the skin and climbed inside, you BECAME her.

First you'd push your legs inside, marvelling at how soft and hairless your legs were. Brown and tanned, perfectly long and sexy. Next you'd pull her ass and midriff over your crotch. Somehow all your fat and extra weight would melt away and you'd be left with her tiny waist and perfect plump ass. Your cock would be gone, Mikayla's perfect pussy now between your legs.

As you pulled the skin up the best bit was about to happen. Mikayla's tits were so big that even empty they could be seen on the skin - but as you tugged them into place they would grow and inflate. You'd moan as Mikayla's big tits bounced on your chest and you'd pushed your arms into hers.

All that was left was to pull over the face and the hair with your new manicured hands. Your body was now entirely feminine and somehow you fit inside this tiny thin skin. As you groaned and felt Mikayla's face fit to yours her hair would root into your scalp and the physical transformation was complete.

But that still left the mental changes.

When you wore the skin you would become Mikayla. Her arrogance, her hunger for sex and power and her cruel and manipulative personality would become yours. You felt your lips twist into an evil grin as you became the most evil bitch imaginable. You became pure evil.

It was only afterwards when you took off the skin that the full enormity of what you'd become and what you'd done as her would hit you.

***

And yet you couldn't stop...

GLUG, GLUG, MMMMPPHHH

Your bullies big fat cock felt good in your mouth.

NO... Mikayla's mouth.

You could feel the tip of his magnificent dick tickling your tonsils and your blonde hair, tied up in a pony tail was swishing as you deep throated him and looked up with lust filled eyes.

You knew that later you'd be sickened by what you were doing here, but right now as Mikayla it felt so fucking good.

Brandon grunted as he pushed his cock deeper. "Fuck yeah, take it baby. You're the best slut I've ever had."

You moaned submissively, your tight pussy already wet at the thought of Brandon bending you over and fucking you hard. You loved what a mean powerful bully he was. You loved watching him beat on boys that outside of this skin were actually your friends.

It made Mikayla's pussy drip... too bad it made male you feel so sick afterwards.

***

You purred as Brandon began to cum in your mouth. Fuck yessssss. Sucking and slurping you giggled as cum oozed down your throat and you ate every drop like a good girl.

You were a slut for your bully and you wanted more. This was going to be a fun afternoon...

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me and don't stop."

Brandon looked at you suspiciously as you told him about Mikayla. You'd wrestled with how to deal with this situation and decided that if you couldn't develop enough mental strength to resist putting on the skin again, you could at least prevent Mikayla from fucking Brandon anymore.

You couldn't take it anymore. Waking up as you to remember how Brandon had fucked all your holes just made you feel sick.

By telling your bully the truth, you were hopefully making her unattractive to him. Surely Brandon would no longer want to fuck Mikayla if he knew you were inside her. Surely it would stop her.

Opening the box you kept Mikayla safe in, you revealed the skin to prove it and Brandon's eyes widened in shock as he realised you were telling the truth.

Then his grin turned wicked. "Give that here," he exulted grabbing Mikayla out of your hands.

You watched in horror as Brandon took Mikayla and put her on. Seeing someone else step into the skin was strange. That was YOUR skin - but you realised with a horrible feeling of loss that it wasn't anymore.

Mikayla had a new host now... your bully. He moaned and gasped in pleasure as Mikayla's big tits attached to his chest and he pulled her face into place. He shook back her long blonde hair and laughed as he felt her pussy and tits.

"Hahah you fucking loser," he purred in Mikayla's sexy voice. "I feel incredible. Why would you ever tell anyone about this? Haha you idiot."

Brandon was the perfect wearer for Mikayla. Unburdened by conscience, uncaring of how evil he was when he put her on. Brandon loved being a cocksucking slutty bitch who got what she wanted.

And now that your dilemma was solved, you felt an unbearable desire to become Mikayla again.

Too bad you never would. You just weren't suited to her anymore...

[saxafimedianetwork]

Somaliland’s Peaceful Power Transfer Withstands Neighborhood Strains

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[goodoldbandit]

Understanding Motorcycle Tyre Design: Front vs. Rear

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[tenth-sentence]

There was a transfer of power from the political centers of northern China to the merchants of the south, and merchants, left to their own devices, figured out still more ways to speed up commerce.

"Why the West Rules – For Now: The patterns of history and what they reveal about the future" - Ian Morris

[pastelshroomsbasement]

My favorite moment so far AHUWHAHA

[niko-ur-local-moron]

The movie was so insane for this scene actually

[loomis5992]

2017 Ford Explorer Power Transfer Unit Service

[reality-detective]

BREAKING! TRUMP HAS SIGNED GESARA – MASS ARRESTS ARE HAPPENING, THE IRS IS GONE, FEDERAL RESERVE COLLAPSING, AND QFS IS ONLINE!

The illusion is shattered. The world is shifting. President Donald J. Trump is back, and the Deep State’s final hour has arrived.

The corrupt financial system is crumbling. The Federal Reserve is collapsing, the IMF and World Bank are scrambling. Global elites are in hiding, knowing their time is up. This is not just a movement—this is the complete dismantling of the shadow empire that enslaved the world for centuries.

On March 4, 2025, Trump signed GESARA into law, marking the beginning of the greatest financial and political shift in modern history. This was never about an election—this was a military operation decades in the making!

THE DEEP STATE’S FINANCIAL CONTROL IS OVER!

For generations, the elites hoarded wealth, rigging banking, stock markets, and tax structures to enslave the masses. That system is now being dismantled in real-time!

🔴 Debt Forgiveness is Happening Now: Illegitimate loans, mortgages, and credit card debts are being wiped clean. The banking elites trapped people in fake debt—GESARA ENDS IT.

🔴 Federal Reserve’s Final Days: Absorbed into the U.S. Treasury, under Trump’s direct control. The private banking cartel that dictated U.S. monetary policy since 1913 is DONE!

🔴 Trillions Seized from Globalist Elites: Offshore accounts, trust funds, and gold reserves hoarded by the cabal are being taken back for THE PEOPLE.

🔴 IRS ABOLISHED: The corrupt tax system that funneled wealth to elites is OVER. No more income tax—only a fair, flat tax on non-essential goods!

🔴 The Deep State’s Global Financial Empire is COLLAPSING: The IMF, World Bank, and private banking cartels are finished. Nations enslaved through predatory lending are breaking free.

MASS ARRESTS HAVE BEGUN – THE MEDIA IS SILENT!

High-profile bankers, CEOs, and corrupt politicians are being rounded up and facing military tribunals. The media refuses to report it, but the world is changing!

🔴 The Quantum Financial System (QFS) is ONLINE! Every transaction is secure, transparent, and untouchable by the elites. The old system is DEAD.

🔴 THE FINAL DEEP STATE ATTACKS ARE FAILING! The globalists are desperately crashing markets, funding cyberattacks, and pushing media fear campaigns. IT WON’T WORK.

TRUMP’S FINAL ANNOUNCEMENT IS COMING – THE FINANCIAL RESET IS HERE!

In a classified briefing, Trump told his closest advisors:

"The people are ready. The world is ready. The financial stranglehold is over. We are taking back what is ours. The greatest wealth transfer in history is about to begin."

Prepare. NESARA/GESARA is here.

The Deep State is out of time. 🤔

[corruptedcaps]

Secret Crush

Amy’s eyes fluttered open, panic immediately setting in as she realized she was bound tightly to a chair. Thick ropes cut into her wrists and ankles. She struggled, breath quickening. Across from her, another figure groaned, Kayla, her high school nemesis, seated in a similar chair, squirming in frustration. Kayla’s glossy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, her designer clothes crumpled but still perfect. Even tied up, she radiated confidence and superiority.

“Ugh, what the hell is going on?” Kayla snapped, tugging against the ropes. “What kind of sick joke is this freak?" She said pointedly at Amy.

Before Amy could respond with genuine confusion, the door creaked open. In walked Brad, a guy they both knew all too well. For Kayla, this impressive specimen of a man was her newest ex as of a week ago. For Amy though, he was her her secret crush. Even now in her captive state she couldn't help but admire his cocky grin, his sharp jawline and tousled dark hair.

“Brad!” Kayla spat. “Thank god! Untie me now! This freak kidnapped me and—”

Brad strolled toward them slowly, ignoring her demands. “I’ll let you go, Kayla. But only when I’m done.”

Kayla’s eyes narrowed. “Done? Oh my god you did this?”

"You were never the smartest were you K?" He said with a cold grin.

"You're sick! Is this some sort of revenge for breaking up with you? Because if you are wanting to get back together you can kiss that dream goodbye now!" Kayla yelled to an unfazed Brad.

“You dumping me was the best thing to happen to me. I realised you would only ever love one person. Yourself. I decieded I needed to find someone who wanted me. Who always wanted me.” Brad’s eyes flicked to Amy, and a slow smile spread across his face.

Amy’s cheeks turned red. She bit her bottom lip, heart pounding in a confusing mix of fear and anticipation.

Kayla scoffed. “Her? Seriously? Take that fugly bitch see if I care! You two losers can be happy together, just let me go!”

“It's not quite that simple. While I know Amy here has always harboured a secret crush on me, she's not exactly what I'm looking for in a girlfriend.” Brad said. “Well not yet. That's where these come in.”

He turned back to Kayla and produced a pair of oversized hoop earrings, the metal gleaming in the dim light.

“What… what are those?” Kayla’s voice cracked, panic replacing her usual confidence.

Brad grinned. “These little beauties are special. They’re going to take everything that makes you who you are, your beauty, your confidence, your bitchy charm and give it to someone more deserving.”

He slipped the earrings onto Kayla’s ears. Her body arched back violently, eyes wide with shock. A golden light pulsed from the hoops, illuminating the room as her skin paled, her glossy blonde locks darkened, and blemishes appeared across her face. The glow seemed to drain her essence, her cocky demeanor fading into quiet desperation.

“No… no, please…” Kayla whimpered as the light faded. She sat in the chair, her once-perfect appearance gone. Her shoulders slumped, her voice barely a whisper.

Brad plucked the earrings off her and turned to Amy. His eyes sparkled with excitement. “Your turn.”

Amy shook her head, trembling. “I-I don’t think—”

“Trust me.” Brad said softly, placing the earrings on her. “You’ll love it.”

The moment the earrings touched her ears, her head snapped back. A surge of energy coursed through her body. Her lips plumped, swelling into a perfect bitchy pout. Her waist cinched tight, the ropes slipping from her body as her tits swelled, her modest frame transforming into voluptuous curves. Her fingers stretched, nails growing into perfectly manicured talons.

Amy stood, slowly stretching, her movements confident and sensual. She looked down at her new body, her eyes gleaming with delight. A little smirk played across her lips as she touched her new earrings. She ran her hands over her now-flawless skin and luscious hair before turning her gaze to Kayla.

Kayla stared in horror, barely recognizable in her new, timid form.

Amy smirked, cocking a hip. “God, did I look I look that bad? It’s like looking in a funhouse mirror.”

Brad stepped closer, his eyes raking over her. “No one has ever looked that bad just like no one has ever looked as good as you do now Amy.”

Amy smirked, turning on her heel like a model strutting down a catwalk. She ran her fingers down her impossibly smooth legs, tracing her hips before tilting her chin up to admire herself in a cracked mirror on the wall.

“Good?” She purred, eyes locked on her reflection. “No, Brad, I look divine. I look like the kind of woman men worship. The kind of woman who can have anything or anyone she wants.”

She turned back to him, raking her nails along his jawline, her smirk widening. “And let’s be real, I was always meant to be the one on your arm. You just didn’t know it yet.”

Brad grinned. “I do now, Amy.”

She flipped her long, pigtails over her shoulder, rolling her plump lips together, feeling the weight of them, thick, glossy, perfect. Her movements entrancing Brad and making the buldge in his pants grow.

"Please darling, call me Aimee." She grinned as she turned turned, her eyes landing on Kayla, pathetic, weak, utterly plain. A cruel giggle bubbled in her throat as she took a slow, taunting step toward her, ready to berate her some more.

“My, my, my.” She cooed, tilting Kayla’s chin up with a single manicured nail. “Look at you. I mean… I knew you were nothing without your looks, but this?” She snorted, shaking her head. “This is just… tragic.”

Kayla flinched, avoiding Aimee’s piercing gaze. The once untouchable queen bee looked like a lost, mousy little thing, her dark, lifeless hair hanging limply around her gaunt, blemished face.

Aimee clicked her tongue. “Oh, don’t be so shy, Kayla. Where’s all that big, bad attitude now, huh? Where’s all that superior bitch energy you loved to throw around?” She bent down, her voice a stage whisper. “Oh, right. It’s inside me now.” She laughed, tossing her hair. “And God, it feels so much better on me.”

Kayla swallowed hard, looking away.

Aimee sighed dramatically. “Aw, don’t look so miserable, sweetie. I mean, sure, Brad took everything from you, but look on the bright side, you finally get to know what it feels like to be at the bottom.” Her grin widened. “How’s it feel? Being nothing?”

Kayla whimpered, her shoulders caving in. Aimee pulled back with a wicked laugh and turned back to Brad, kissing him deeply on the mouth. "Mmmm being a bitch is making me so horny baby, let's get out of here so you can fuck me in the back of your sports car."

Brad smirked and nodded, pulling her in close. As they walked toward the door, Aimee cast one final look over her shoulder at Kayla, her expression dripping with cruel amusement.

“Bye, loser.”

With that, she and Brad slammed the door shut, leaving Kayla alone in the cold, silent room, a shell of who she once was.

[misseviehyde]

HEARTLESS - PART 2

Time flies when you're having fun.

It certainly had for Pippa. She could barely believe it had been a year since she had claimed the power of the heart necklace and taken control of the school. Since then her life had been amazing.

Pippa found it hard to remember the pathetic weakling she used to be. Hard and also disgusting. When she looked in a mirror to see her perfect body and massive tits, it felt like she had always been this way, not some pathetic dweeb.

She tried to visualise the dorky features of her past life. She tried to imagine glasses on her face, a flat chest, a nerdy haircut... but she couldn't. It made her want to retch.

So pathetic... such a loser. Pippa was MUCH better now.

Since she had claimed the necklace Pippa had become a name synonymous with bitchiness. She was a baddie who took what she wanted and no one got in her way. She loved being the most evil bitch around.

Her parents and her friends had struggled at first to accept the new her. Luckily the necklace gave her the power to force her will onto others. It had been fun, bending and breaking the wills of others. Making them forget the original her.

She'd brainwashed and corrupted her parents, turning her kind hearted Mom into a ruthless gold digger and her Dad from a quiet accountant nto a ruthless business man.

Now they lived in the biggest house in town. Pippa had a room three times the size of her old room. She had hundreds of clothes, everything she could ever want. It was heavenly. It was what she deserved.

Power and wealth was SO addictive.

She played with her necklace as she often did, a long manicured nail idly stroking the chain as she purred with the sheer joy of just being completely evil.

The sex was the best thing. Pippa had been a virgin before wearing the necklace. She certainly wasn't anymore...

Big hard throbbing cock, tight wet pussy, lingerie, dildos, anal... cum... she loved it all. She was a nasty little slut, just like every hot busty rich girl should be.

Now after a year of fucking, bullying and dominating - it was almost graduation. Almost time to take her evil out further into the world. Unlike that loser Beckie, she wouldn't get drunk and lose the necklace. She would leave this town and live as an all powerful bitch forever. The thought made her wet.

She was so gonna be a bitch... forever.

Pippa's finger tightened on the chain of her necklace, her sharp nail brushed her skin. She moaned pleasurably.

She still remembered how good it had felt to transform that first time. To feel her body change from weak to strong, her mind from pure to evil.

She remembered how glorious her tits had felt, swelling up bigger and bigger in her hands. She remembered the intoxicating feel of power, of growing taller, stronger, more dominant. Best of all had been Kathryn's jealous haunted face.

It had felt amazing to outgrow her friend. To transform into everything Kathryn secretly wanted to be. To become a bitch.

Her pussy dripped as her nipples became harder. She felt so fucking hot right now.

"Fucckkkkkkkkk," moaned Pippa, her eyes rolling up into her head. Her fingers twitched and she clutched the chain, her lips open and her mouth a lustful leer of ecsatsy. She just felt sooooo fucking good.

"Mistress?" suddenly whimpered a pathetic broken voice.

Pippa's cruel mouth automatically twitched into a smirk of amusement. She opened her eyes and gazed down in satisfaction.

She'd always wanted a cat and now she had one.

Kathryn had entered the room. She sat obediently in the corner, dressed only in a pair of stupid cat ears and a pair of thigh boots. Other than that she was naked... well except for the butt plug in her ass with the cat tail attached.

Pippa was pleased with her work on Kathryn. Her former friend was nicely broken, an obedient puppet ready to serve. She'd been resistant to the programming... but a year was a long time and Kathryn was a good girl now. Pippa had enjoyed shaping her.

Cat-maid Kathryn was shared between Pippa and Kathryn's own mother Beckie. Since reminding the older woman of the joys of bitchdom, Pippa had enjoyed watching her become increasingly evil again. Beckie certainly was creative.

Kathryn was now just the way Pippa and Beckie liked her now and there was no going back. She spent her time cleaning and serving the other women. She even seemed to be enjoying it a little.

Pippa groaned wetly and clutched her silver heart. Kathryn was never getting her life back. Never ever...

***

Kathryn gazed up with a mix of fear, obedience and hatred at her Mistress. She hated the feel of the air on her naked body, she felt constantly humiliated and weak this way. Forced to dress as a cat girl, to lick milk from a bowl, to serve Pippa's perverted desires... she was a broken girl these days.

She whimpered and kissed Pippa's high heeled feet knowing the effect it should have. She watched slyly as Pippa tugged at the chain at her neck... a habit that was becoming more pronounced every day.

Pippa seemed to not realise how often she touched the chain around her neck. At first it had been an occasional thing, a little tug here and there. Then it had begun to increase.

Kathryn had noticed Pippa would do it more often when she was aroused or emotional. It was like an unconscious tick

She had set out to try and deliberately put her friend in either state. She knew her only hope was to somehow get Pippa to take off the necklace.

"Mistress, shall I eat you out?" whimpered Kathryn.

"Mmmmmh, why not? I feel horny," groaned Pippa hiking up her short skirt and pulling down her expensive panties. She grabbed Kathryn's head, her sharp sexy nails sliding into the other girls hair and scratching her scalp. Roughly, Pippa pushed Kathryn's face into her crotch.

"That's it you little bitch. You know what to do." One hand still unconsciously clutching the necklace, the other in her former friends hair - Pippa began to moan and groan.

Kathryn meanwhile knew that she had to try and make Pippa cum. She had to eat this pussy better than she ever had before.

She went enthusiastically to work, moaning and licking. Gasping as wet pussy juices flooded her mouth and chin. It didn't hurt that Pippa's pussy did smell and taste amazing. Kathryn hated to admit it, but she was turned on and attracted to Pippa just like everyone else. She felt a thrill of being able to eat such a Goddesses tight pussy out.

"Fuckkkk yessssss, mmmmmh I LOVE IT. Ohhhh fuckkkk I'm going to cum all over your loser face. YESSSSSSSSS!"

Pippa's hand tightened on the chain. She tugged and pulled harder than she ever had before, a toe curling orgasm blasting through her body as she began to squirt in Kathryn's face.

"Fucckkkkkkkkkkkk!"

*PING*

The sound of the necklace snapping was shockingly loud, even over the sound of Pippa's orgasm.

Kathryn leapt up with snarl her hands extended. The necklace tumbled down between them, the chain flailing. Pippa's eyes were a mask of shocked horror.

Both girls grabbed at the heart. Each now held a length of the chain, the silver heart dangling between them.

"Get off you fucking loser, it's mine!" screamed Pippa lashing out with a high heeled foot. Kathryn dodged to the side and pulled with all her might, but Pippa's grip was iron strong.

But something was already happening. Pippa was shrinking. Her sexy halter top hung baggy on her frame and her massive tits seemed smaller. Brown streaks had appeared in her hair and her beautiful face looked a bit less mean and cruel. Her power was bleeding away.

Desperation gave Pippa strength and focus. She barrelled into Kathryn and they crashed around the room, knocking over chairs. Pippa swung wildly with her free arm, forcing Kathryn to protect her face.

"You fucking loser," laughed Pippa her eyes wild with glee. "You're too weak to take it from me."

With a snarl of pleasure she kicked Kathryn hard in the stomach causing the other girl to lose her grip on the necklace and stagger back.

Grinning triumphantly Pippa held the loose ends of the heart necklace together. They fused instantly and turning to the mirror she lifted the necklace over her head and back to its rightful place.

Kathryn crashed into her back sending Pippa tumbling forward against the wall. Strong hands grabbed the necklace, but rather than trying to remove it, they pulled back. Pippa gagged and choked, gasping for breath.

Her tit's were swelling up again and her strength returning. In moments she would be powerful enough to hurl this insect from her back.

But before her transformation back into a Goddess could be fully completed, her vision began to blur.

Yanking desperately at the chain of the necklace Kathryn heard Pippa make a choking noise, then she collapsed limp to the floor.

Kathryn let go immediately, horrified by what she'd done. Leaning down she listened by Pippa's mouth and to her relief heard slow and steady breathing. Pippa was just unconscious.

Reaching down Kathryn easily lifted the necklace from Pippa. It came off shockingly fast, almost as if it were eager to be removed.

Pippa's unconscious body began to change. She reverted back to her old self... with a dorky hair cut and brown hair. A kind gentle face instead of a bitchy one.

Kathryn sobbed to see her old friend again. She had been freed of the necklaces evil.

And now it's your turn.

Kathryn looked down at the necklace in her hand. She remembered the voice, that evil voice in her mind. How many times had she lay weeping wishing she'd listened to it?

That's it. You've suffered, but that just made you stronger. Now it's your turn to wear me. Pippa has shown you how good being an evil bitch really is. It's your turn to experience the power.

Kathryn shivered. She reached behind her and wincing pulled out the silver butt plug that Pippa had made her wear.

Taking off the cat ears, she paced the room arguing with herself. She had originally intended to bury this evil necklace before Pippa stole it - now it was tempting her again.

On the floor Pippa groaned, stirring...

Pippa will find a way to take it back. Or if she doesn't Beckie will. Put me on and feel the power for yourself.

Kathryn lifted the necklace. It would look so fucking pretty round her neck. It would feel so good to be a bitch.

That's it Kathryn... you're almost there... and this time no one is going to stop me corrupting you.

Kathryn lowered the necklace. She fully expected her hands to stop, or someone to walk into the room and stop her like before... but almost to her surprise the necklace was suddenly around her neck and nestled on her chest.

"Ohhhh fuckkkkkk," she groaned as her skin shifted and her body thrummed. So THIS was how it felt to become a Goddess.

Long sexy nails shot out of Kathryn's fingers and her skin tanned and smoothed. Her hair took on volume and length, becoming blonde as her flat chest swelled out and two bitchy boobs pushed out.

Yessss that's it. Let yourself become the vessel of evil. Filled with toxic femininity. All you care about is yourself. Give into your worst impulses.

Kathryn groaned and giggled in ecstasy... "Yessss I want it. Fucking give it to me. Fill me with your evil! Make me a BITCH!"

She screamed as her ass inflated and she grew taller and slimmer. Her once plain features became hot spoiled and bitchy. She laughed as she stretched her beautiful new body.

That's it. Beautiful outside, evil inside. You are a cold, heartless bitch. You live to be mean.

On the floor Pippa weakly opened her eyes and slowly sat up. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the transforming bitch in the centre of the room and realised what was happening.

"Oh nooooo."

"Ohhh YESSSSS!" hissed Kathryn as she ran her hands over her delicious new body. Her clothing transformed becoming a stunning pink dress as thick makeup coated her features and she became a mean spoiled Diva.

In moments the power transfer was completed. Pippa was now totally normal again whereas Kathryn was gone and only Kat remained.

"You dumb fucking bitch," laughed Kat as she reached down and picked up the silver butt plug from where she had dropped it. "You thought you had broken me, but you just made me easier for the necklace to corrupt. There isn't one molecule of pity or mercy inside me now. I AM the ultimate bitch."

"Wh... what are you going to do?" whimpered Pippa in fear.

"All the things you did and worse," purred Kat.

She advanced on Pippa and grinned as she spat on the butt plug.

"But first we need to get you into your new uniform... cat maid. Bend over for Mistress."

Pippa moaned as she spread her butt cheeks wide and felt the plug slide deep inside. She knew better than to try and resist.

She would serve. It was pointless to fight.

For now...

THE END

[hivemindscape]

im a big fan of esper powers slipping loose in harmless ways when they're happy

[red-garden]

HC that Wan Jian Peak is like the peak for queer women in Cang Qiong, even more so than Xian Shu, because if there’s one thing that wlw and t-girls love, it’s metallurgy. It’s like catnip to them

(Wei Qingwei is the only male peak lord of Wan Jian in many generations, and that is because he is xianxia hozier)

[kr-210-r2700-prime]

blood-loss induced delirium (alternatively: i’m so normal. i’m so normal)

also progress stuff. with the original dialogue.

[odinsblog]

A brief reminder of what a peaceful transfer of political power in America once looked like, until today’s traitorous Republican Party + seditious sore losers like Donald Trump came along.

#LockHimUp

[originalleftist]

There are really just two issues that matter this election:

One is climate- Biden put us on a path to halve carbon emissions in 6 years and reach net zero by 2050. Harris will continue that. Trump will actually increase use of fossil fuels while gutting regulations.

Every person on Earth will be harmed and endangered by that, regardless of your identity, location, or views.

The other issue is the peaceful transfer of power. Whatever problems you may have with Harris, she'll leave peaceably in 4 or 8 years. Trump will not. This is not fear mongering or hyperbole. He has said that if he wins we'll never need to vote again. He met his last electoral defeat by inciting and enabling a violent insurrection. Sure, he's an old man, but he's surrounded by young men who share the same contempt for democracy and the rule of law- like his Vice Presidential nominee, JD Vance, who will assume power if he dies in office.

We were lucky to get him out once, barely. His people are much more prepared for a coup now, he'll have broad legal immunity now thanks to SCOTUS, and he's openly vowed to become "a dictator on day one" and deploy troops on American streets.

Any issue with Harris is a temporary problem, and you can try again in 4 or 8 years. With Trump, you can't.

THE ONLY REASON TO ELECT TRUMP IS IF YOU ACTIVELY WANT THE WORLD TO BURN. And don't care how many actual people burn in the process. And if that is your position, then by your own choice you are an enemy of all humanity.