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[whatisonthemoon]

Young Oon Kim, Lofland, Stark, and the Institute for Personality Assessment and Research

Both parts excerpted from Mike and Virginia McClaughry’s research:

▲ Pictured: Front row Eileen Lemmers, Patty Pumphrey, Pauline Verheyen, unknown, Doris Orme, Young Oon Kim Back row: unknown, George Norton, Galen Pumphrey, Calvin Carey, unknown

The CIA group Institute for Personality Assessment and Research, was at UC Berkeley. Erving Goffman was a Sociology professor at the University of California in Berkeley. Goffman had previously received CIA funding under MK Ultra.    71

John Lofland was invited to Berkeley to work as a Teaching Assistant to Erving Goffman, starting in the Fall semester of 1960. Rodney Stark was one of their Sociology students.

CIA funding was provided to research conversion in a deviant religious group. The project was under the Institute for Personality Assessment and Research. John Lofland and Rodney Stark were assigned to be the researchers. Goffman received CIA funding and he acted as handler for Lofland and Stark.

On 21 November 1960 Young Oon Kim finally stepped foot into San Francisco Haight-Ashbury district. She was now ready to begin her real assignment – the making of the Unification Church.   59 Young Oon Kim was not gaining very many converts by preaching Moon’s religious beliefs.

In the Fall of 1961 John Lofland and Ronald Stark hook up with Young Oon Kim. The Divine Principle is a book containing Moon’s religious teachings. Lofland helped Kim re-write the Divine Principle to make it more acceptable.

Lofland also taught Kim to use interpersonal relationships to recruit people. That meant that converts should bring in their family and friends. That worked. Membership in the Unification Church then began increasing dramatically.

. . . .

John Lofland was invited to Berkeley to work on his Ph.D as a Teaching Assistant to Erving Goffman.

CIA funding was provided to research conversion in a deviant religious group. The project was under the Institute for Personality Assessment and Research. John Lofland and Rodney Stark were assigned to be the researchers.

Lofland and Stark would soon take Young Oon Kim under their wing.

Interview with Stark –

Stark: I enrolled at Berkeley in the fall of 1960.

Stark gets “given a research appointment at the end of the first semester“. That is December 1960. Stark says he “went to the Survey Research Center” that was directly under the purview of the CIA Institute for Personality Assessment and Research.

As his Curriculum Vitae verifies. Specifically, it says that he was working as a “researcher for a research associate” under Charles Glock and its recently formed Survey Research Center.

John Lofland and Rodney Stark deliberately sought out a “deviant religious group” to study because that was their assignment, that’s what the grant money stipulated.

Lofland and Stark would have been reporting/discussing in to both Charles Glock and Erving Goffman throughout the whole period that they were there with the Moonies.

This shows that Erving Goffman was receiving CIA funding –

In 1995, Raymond Prince published an illustration consisting of photo reproductions of pages of the Human Ecology Fund Annual Report of July 1961.

Under “other studies, grants” and sub-heading “Other publications, monographs” we see several names that are most definitely actual full-out witting MK-Ultra operatives, such as James A Hamilton. Under ‘publications, monographs’: we see Erving Goffman show up again, clearly illustrating that he is a repeat grantee of the CIA’s largesse. (Price Anthropology Today June 2007)

In March 1962 Lofland and Stark officially moved in with the Moonies.

We said that friendship ties were in the first instance much more important than theology. That people learned the theology, but they learned it only after having already learned to trust it because their friends did.

Progress Through Theology “An interview with Rodney Stark, author of For the Glory of God: How Monotheism Led to Reformations, Science, Witch-hunts, and the End of Slavery” David Neff/ July 1, 2003

As Lofland and I settled back to watch people convert to this group, the first thing we discovered was that all of the current members were united by close ties of friendship predating this …with Miss Kim. …became friends with Miss Kim after she became a [?] with one of them. By the time Lofland and I arrived to study them, the group had never succeeded in attracting a stranger. All had been tied to group members through friendships.

We also found it instructive that during most of her first year in America Miss Kim had tried to spread her message directly by talks to various groups and by sending out many press releases. Later, in San Francisco, the group also tried to attract followers through radio spots and by renting a hall in which to hold public lectures. But these methods yielded nothing. As time passed Lofland and I were able to observe people actually become Moonies. The first several converts were old friends or relatives of members who came from Oregon for a visit. Subsequent members were people who …close friendships with one or more members of the groups.

We soon realized that of all the people the Moonies…in their efforts to…the only ones who joined were those with interpersonal attachments.

…In short, conversion is not about working or embracing an ideology, it is about bringing one’s religious behavior into alignment with that of one’s friends and family members. …Of persons who did join, many were newcomers to San Francisco whose attachments were all …far away. As they formed strong friendships with group members these were not counterbalanced because distant friends and and families had no knowledge of the conversion in progress.

The Craft of Religious Studies pp 175-196 On Theory-Driven Methods RODNEY STARK

Kim tried to attract followers through press releases and advertising, but this produced no results. Instead, what made for new converts was personal relationships. If a person had a friend or family member who was a Moonie, the prospects for conversion increased dramatically.

“Conversion is not about seeking or embracing an ideology; it is about bringing one’s religious behavior into alignment with that of one’s family and friends,” Stark says.

Stark explains, “Conversion to new, deviant religious groups occurs when, other things being equal, people have or develop stronger attachments to members of the group than they have to non-members.”

Late 20th Century Conversions: How the Moonies Did It by Julie Garner, editorial Martyrs, Myths and the Mighty, Columns magazine, U of W Alumni December 1998 issue.

John Lofland helped Young Oon Kim rewrite the Divine Principle because people found it unconvincing –

“While the second edition was far better than the first, by October, 1962, Miss Kim had begun making revisions and typing out the manuscript for the third edition. In part, this new effort came at the urging of Gordon Ross, a new member and former Woodrow Wilson scholar in linguistics at the University of California at Berkeley. He pointed out deficiencies in the text that had hindered his study and which if not amended would in his view lead scholars to dismiss it.

This time, Miss Kim was anxious to produce an authoritative version. She finished typing the manuscript on December 1, 1962, and proofreading began two days later with Gordon Ross and John Lofland, a doctoral student in Sociology at the University of California who was studying the group. They finished on December 5th. A second proofreading began on the 9th and finished on the 11th.” (Mickler, Chapter 2)

John Lofland wrote his thesis. It shows his research into the Moonies was CIA funded. It says –

This investigation was supported in part by a Public Health Service fellowship to the senior author from the National Institute of Mental Health (MPM-16, 661; 5F1 MH-16, 661-02).

John Lofland, as the senior author, was paid to do this from the CIA’s main funding conduit at this time.

[ladysnowangel]

Current nonfiction reading God's Battalions by Rodney Stark

[darsynia]

Sorry I'm posting so much fic. It will happen again.

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

actually I’m going to do a rec list seeing as ao3 is down and also there have been quite a few hickups recently so maybe people will find it useful in the future

this year my favourite quantum bang story was absolutely a story called OB-1 by sunryder

Title: OB-1

Author: Sunryder

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Genre: Angst, Family, Kid!fic, Science Fiction

Relationship(s): Gen, background pairings

Content Rating: PG

Warnings: Discussion-Child Abuse, Discussion-Sexual Abuse, Discussion-Slavery, Self-Harm

Author Note: In the grand tradition of The Clone Wars cartoon, the moral of this story is: Never mistake the obedient choice for the right one.

Word Count: 79,685

Summary: For over a thousand generations, Jedi Knights have been the guardians of peace and justice in the Galactic Republic. Force-sensitive children are brought to the Jedi Temple and there taught the ways of the Jedi. Throughout their youth these children undergo many trials, the last of which is to be chosen as an Apprentice before they turn 13. Despite his skill and talent in the Force, Obi-Wan Kenobi has been caught fighting another Initiate and deemed too angry to become a Jedi Knight. The Youngling has been expelled from the Temple to join the Agricorps instead…

(my synopsis: ob-1 is waylaid by a droid oc who will steal your heart before he headed off to bandomeer and that droids intervention not only prevented a lot of pain for Obi-Wan but also leads to a lot of very positive changes for the Jedi Order. it’s a case fic with a heart of gold)

jillyjames writes some really great sentinel fusion stories and tony dinozzo of ncis is her unicorn. my favourite of her sentinel works is by far a MCU crossover called Stick Around and its sequel Demons. The battle of new york scene remains one of my favourite fanfic action scenes i’ve ever read.

Title: Stick Around (prequel to Demons)

Author: Jilly James

Fandom: MCU/NCIS/The Sentinel

Genre: Romance, First Time, Contemporary, Crossover, Fusion, Sentinels Are Known AU

Relationship(s): Tony Stark/Tony DiNozzo (aka Dominic Rossi), Other Minor Pairings

Content Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Canon-level violence, explicit sex

Author Notes: I’ve taken liberty with the location of the FBI offices in NY—if you even can take liberties with the location of something in a fictional universe. Also, Tony DiNozzo’s name is Dominic Rossi, though he was born Tony DiNozzo. The reason for this is explained in the story. I just can’t do two people named Tony in a relationship. It’s too confusing.

Challenge: Written for the Little Black Dress Challenge on Rough Trade, July 2018.

Word Count: 24,079

Summary: In the aftermath of the battle of New York, Nick Fury recruits a sentinel to be the new handler for the Avengers. Dominic Rossi doesn’t want the gig, but Tony Stark thinks he’d like it if Dom stuck around.

she has also been writing some of the best Fox911 fanfic and singlehandedly brought me and many others into the fandom when she wrote a 911 fic for the quantumbang a few years ago. I don’t think I can choose one favourite so I encourage you to just go through the navigation of her site lmao

another fandom she brought me into with the power of fic was teen wolf with this really lovely fic. I was drawn in by the Lenny Kravitz casting of her OC and stayed for the hot pairing of mature characters.

Title: The Dark Road

Author: Jilly James

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Genre: Drama, Paranormal

Relationship(s): Gen. Minor OFC / OMC, vague hints of future Peter Hale/Noah Stilinski

Content Rating: R

Warnings: Canon-typical violence; Death of Minor Canon Characters; Murder; Character Bashing. References to hunters being raging bigots and committing terrible crimes, also references to atrocious canon events (Hale fire, everything Kate).

Word Count: ~34k

Summary: When the Hale house burned, most of his family died, and his new alpha left him for dead, one member of Peter Hale’s pack refused to leave him behind.

one more before I go clean my fridge.

ellywinkle has some great adventure stories, I love this ncis/stargate crossover:

title: Trust Issues

Author: Ellywinkle

Fandom: NCIS/Stargate Series

Rating: R

Warnings: Character Bashing, Death – Major Character, Discussion – Murder, Discussion – Torture, Kidnapping, Murder, Slavery, Violence – Canon – Level

Genres: Alternate Universe, Canon Divergent, Crossover, Established Relationship, Science Fiction, Slash

Relationships: John/Rodney, pre-Ronon/Tony

Word Count: 78,112

Author Note: This starts during the NCIS episode Dead Air. The Stargate Series are AU, so don’t waste a lot of time trying to sync the timelines. Also, DADT has already been repealed, because I refuse to mess with that. Thanks to Jilly James for help with the art. The line about attraction to your brother’s spouse was completely for her. While I have seen many stories use avatars for Atlantis, Keira Marcos’ Lantean Legacy was the first time I had seen it adapted to individual ships in Stargate. I hope my Alex lives up to that standard.

Summary: While taking voice prints for a case, Special Agent Tony DiNozzo stumbles across a kidnapping. His trust in his team is shattered when his expected rescue never appears. Now he finds himself forced to use every skill he has to keep himself and his fellow victim alive as he is thrust into a universe that is much larger and deadlier than he ever imagined.

[timothykendall]

Lowe’s and behold

Hanging out with my dude Rodney Harrison discussing how I am so very similar to a no-name quarterback he once played with on the Patriots. 😎👍🏼

The part about our discussion is a lie.

Then later got to kick it with Melissa Stark to discuss all things home improvement. Also a lie. But they’re both such rad people. Truth.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Could you do headcannons for cg!tony stark? :3 I loved your other marvel headcannons

Caregiver Tony Stark headcanons

spoils his little like no other

would literally buy his little their own plane if he was asked

throws the biggest & best party’s anytime he has an excuse to

gets his little’s favorite food catered, rents (or buys) a massive bounce house, gets all the themed decorations, invites whoever his little wants, hires character actors if his little wants, etc etc

if there’s a child’s toy that’s too small or not in the area him & his little are in he’ll just make a new one for them

has Pepper keep the fridge stocked with snacks & drinks for his little if he’s throwing a more serious/work related party incase the food provided isn’t what they want/too adult for them

Tony is just as protective as any avenger is of their own little but Tony likes to take things to another level

the house is practically booby-trapped if his little is staying the night

yes this does cause issues when Bruce accidentally sets one of them off and Thor subsequently gets surprise flash banged down the hall

one of the only ways to get him to stop overworking himself is if his little pulls him away from the project he’s working on

caves at puppy dog eyes within seconds

he’s very selective of who can watch over his little, obviously the avengers & Pepper & Happy can but that’s about it

and he definitely plays favorites on who he chooses as a babysitter

Bruce, Pepper, Natasha, Rodney, Happy and Steve are who he calls first but if they’re unavailable he’ll call one of the other avengers but usually asks them to bring another person with them

Peter can watch his little on his own but Tony argues Friday has to be turned on no matter what and they can’t leave the house because it’s ‘a kid watching a kid’ and he doesn’t wanna know what kind of chaos Peter & his little would get into unsupervised

Peter may or may not ignore this, Tony may or may not know about it cause he installed a tracking app into both his little & Peter’s phone

he gives them the benefit of the doubt and doesn’t call them out since they covered up their “secret adventure” pretty well

as badly as Tony can be taking care of himself, he always makes sure his little has a balanced meal and enough water intake

obsessively puts sunblock on his little if it’s summer and they happen to be outside

makes Happy drive the speed limit, nothing more & nothing less, if his little is in the backseat

but he will take them down to the race track and let them sit in his lap while he goes around a few times

if his little has a favorite avenger (aside from tony) then that is now Tony’s favorite avenger too

it may or may not cause bantering depending on who his little’s favorite is lord help him if his little ends up as an avenger themselves

[simp-legend]

Drunk Confessions

Requested: No

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: One of Tony's parties leads you to become very close with a certain silver tongue God

Fic type: Romantic (ig) with a hint of spice at the end

Warnings: None

Words: 758 words

A/N: This is a really terrible oneshot that I've had in my drafts for ages, so apologies. Also I apologise for not being active that much I've been quite busy whilst struggling with mental health.

Proof-Read: No

"But I don't wanna gooo," I told Nat. "Why can't he throw a party some other day when I'm not busy. I need to finish moving in!" I said.

"Well, Tony is kinda throwing this party for you because you are the new avenger," Nat chuckled. 

"Then he should have thrown it two months ago when it was finally official, should I wear this dress, or the blue one?" I asked, holding up two dresses.

"The blue one, anyway, on the bright side, you-know-who will be there," she wriggled her eyebrows.

"Who, Voldemort?" I scoffed, turning away to hide my blush.

"No, Loki," she nudged my elbow. I rolled my eyes but had a smile on my face.

~Time skip~

I walked in excitedly but (tried and failed) to keep a straight face. I made my way to the avengers who were sitting around a table laughing and drinking.

"Y/n! Hello!" Thor yelled when he saw me.

"Hey Thor," I waved. I look at the spot next to him to see Loki eyeing me with a face that shows no emotion. Then, to break the awkwardness, Tony walked in with a box of alcohol.

"So I did a quick run to the bar and brought these so now we can officially PARTAAAAAY!" Tony pumped his fist up. After that, more people started to roll in. I got bored after a while so I went upstairs. I opened the doors to the living room to find Wanda watching TV.

"Hey Wanda," I said slumped next to her on the couch.

"Hello Y/n," she said, not looking away from the TV. She was watching some old black and white show. We sat in silence for a while, watching the show. After an hour I decided to head back downstairs and check on everyone.

While I was heading down the stairs when I bummed into Nat.

"Oh, hey Nat. What's going on?" I noticed she had an annoyed face.

"Stark convinced the boys to drink more and now it's chaos down there. The boys got crazy drunk. Even Bruce and Loki are drinking alot," she sighed.

"Oof. Well imma check it out!" I chuckled.

It was absolute chaos. Clint was singing while swinging from the chandler, Thor was wearing a poptart box as a hat while swinging his hammer at non-existent villains, Tony and Rodney were arguing weather the moon was made out of cheese, Steve and Bucky were having a throwing contest with his shield, which so far had resulted to several broken windows.

"Um, is everything ok?" I asked flustered.

"oH, helloY/n!" Loki slurred, waving franticly at me from his spot on the floor.

"Uh, hi?" I said, worried because when I walked in Loki was wondering aloud how long it would take to chop off all of Thor's hair blindfolded.

"Hey, did anyone tell you that ya look very pretty?"

"Um," I was shocked. "Thanks?"

Loki tried to stand up, but stumbled from all the achohal.

"Oof!" I said, as the god crashed into me, resulting us to fall down.

The next thing I knew, Loki was on top of me, and we were laying on the ground, our faces only centimeters apart.

I coughed nervously, and tried to get up but unLuCkY mE, a stool fell on top of us, so we couldn't get up because our legs were stuck. I was a stuttering mess.

"S-s-sor-ry..." I said, my face feeling like it was on fire.

"No worries, Darling," Loki said coolly. Wait... he didn't seem so drunk anymore...sus.

I felt my heart race faster and faster as I couldn't look away from Loki's face. His eyes were focused on mine, then darted to my lips for a hot second. Then he smashed his lips onto mine!

I laced my arms around his neck as he snaked his hands down to my waist, his tongue roamed my mouth as I lightly tugged on his smooth black hair. I wanted it to last for ever. Sadly, luck was not at my side.

After a couple of seconds, minutes, hours, I honestly do not either, nor or care, we broke apart.

Because Clint yelled, "Get a room!" after the chandelier gave way and crashed to the ground.

Blushing furiously, we managed to out of the stupid stool, and off the floor. 

"Would you like escape these idiotic Midgaurdians and continue somewhere else lady Y/N?" Loki smirked, turning to me.

"Of course" I grinned mischievously.

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[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 7

Summary: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

Previous part

Part 7: new revelation

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"I can't find him!" A woman burst through the doors. Her boots were barely on and she wore no jacket.

"Find who?" Althea asked, one wolf ear flicking at the sudden noise.

"Rodney!" She ran over to us and spoke directly to the healer. "We-we were arguing and he ran out but I thought he would come back."

"How long has he been out?"

The woman was hesitant, eyes jumping between all of us. Althea had to prompt her again, pressing that we needed to know as soon as possible.

"Since...since this afternoon."

Althea and I locked eyes. The sun was about to set which meant the boy had been out for hours in the freezing cold. "Which way did he go?" she asked.

The woman was in tears now, guilt probably pulling her heart in two. She shook her head in her hands as an answer. She had no idea.

"Where do we start?" Althea looked to me. I almost wanted to ask 'why would I know?' but I did in fact know. I had been on this land for two years now and ran or explored most of it.

"Either the shore or the forest," I answered.

"We don't have any winter clothes, though," Vivian warned. She was right. We had yet to make winter clothes for everyone since they only moved in the cold when going between warm buildings. Someone going out could get frostbite themselves before they found the boy.

I thought for a moment before an idea came to mind. "Find Husker. His magic lets him keep himself warm and he can fly along the shore."

"What about the forest?" Althea asked.

"I'll go. I can also keep myself warm and can move fast as a dragon."

"As a what?" Vilcin popped their head out from behind Vivian. I noticed by the looks on their faces that I had yet to let my friends know of my abilities. They mostly seemed surprised but I worried if there was a hint of anger at keeping a secret from them.

"I'll be back." I turned swiftly on my heels and out into the cold. The wind caught me off guard but I pushed the cold away and replaced it with warmth. I took a few steps in the shallow snow, some Humans having shoveled for easier walking, and jumped forward. My claws enlarged and it took a second jump for my whole Dragon form to come out.

I moved swiftly out of the haven and into the forest. It was much easier to maneuver through the forest with four feet. My tail whipped behind me and I felt a rush of adrenaline run through my veins. I loved running like this. I felt so free and natural, like I belonged doing exactly this.

A presence came to my mind and I instantly recognized it as Alastor. He seemed to wrap around my mind but not quite pass through my shields. I slowed to a trot and looked around for his stark red coat against the white snow, but he was nowhere to be found. Was he close?

I shook my head and picked up my pace back to a run. I had only so much time before I lost the sunlight. It was taking a lot of magic to keep my Dragon form, keep myself warm, and move as quickly as I could through the forest.

The sun was moving faster than me, though, and the forest became next to impossible to run through. I was forced into another trot to avoid running face first into a tree.

"You lack imagination." Alastor's voice echoed in my head. He was always saying those exact words. How could I use my imagination when my entire world has been grounded in reality and the limits of the physical body? I could only do so much.

I came to a stop and stomped my front foot. I wasn't going to return without this boy, dead or alive. I could manage to find him, assuming he even came into the forest to begin with and not the shore.

I took a deep breath to let out a sigh but stopped. I quickly let out the breath and took another huge one through my nose alone. I could smell something. It wasn't natural, nothing like wood or snow. It was something else—someone—else.

Bringing more magic energy to my head, I started taking short, deep breaths. I padded through the cold snow keeping my head close to the ground. The boy was young so he was shorter. If only it was light enough then I could see footprints.

I tried brightening the dark shadows, reverse shadow work, and watched everything brighten. I picked up the pace as I followed the boy's trail. He was close. The smell was getting stronger and the snow wasn't smooth - he had come this way.

Then I spotted him. He was laying on his side curled up against a tree. I sprinted over and slid to a stop. He had dug himself a little burrow in the snow but it did him nothing. His body was barely moving and his fingers were already purple.

I lifted his cold body into my arms and took flight. I kept the cold away and gradually pushed warmth into him. He wasn't dead but he was awfully close. I flew as fast as I could back to the haven and found Althea in the grand hall. She rushed him over to her hut, wrapped him in blankets, and immediately started attempting to heal him. The mother was hovering but fortunately Vivian convinced her to sit to the side with her.

"What about his hands?" I asked nervously, touching the poor boy's black tipped fingers under the blanket.

"Healing speeds up the process, it can't undo anything," Althea explained. She was bringing color back to his skin.

Surely that can't be right.

I pulled his arm out of the blanket and gently ran my fingers across his own. The mother was sobbing at this point and mumbling her guilts to our teacher.

I looked down to the boy's fingers. I remembered Lucifer, King of Hell, saying that magic was ever expanding and not constrained to the categories already set in place. Vox was obviously a new improvement to their type of magic. Surely I could do the same? Alastor himself said I had a lot of power.

Carefully and slowly, I imagined the black skin crawling away from my own hand and fading into the tips of his fingers. I was shocked to find it actually working when I opened my eyes. A surge of happiness filled me as I continued my work until the black had disappeared entirely. I watched one of his fingers twitch.

I did it!

Alastor's presence surged through my shields and his hand suddenly gripped my wrist, wrenching it up so quickly and painfully that I was spun around to face him. His eyes were narrow and I could see his black gums on his terrifying snarl. He was angry.

"How did you do that?" he demanded. My fingers were feeling funny from the death grip he had on my wrist. I could feel him searching my memories and I tried to pull my hand free to break the connection.

"Let go of me, Alastor." I met his sharp, cat-like eyes with equal anger. He was violating the peace we had managed to build these past few weeks. He was reverting back to his self that I first met.

I was pulled into the shadows and transported into the library. I stumbled back into the wall from the motion and Alastor chased me, slamming a hand on the wall beside my head and bringing his sharp teeth close to my face. "How. Did. You. Do that?" he demanded again.

"You don't get to treat me like this!" Still in my Demon form, I made myself a few inches taller and pulled my lips back in a snarl. It still felt much weaker compared to his yellow one but I wasn't about to drop the challenge.

"Answer me," he ignored my response, "how? You shouldn't have been able to do that."

"Well I did. You're the one who keeps telling me I lack imagination but when I use it you get mad at me."

"I want to know how. Explain it to every detail."

"Why are you so upset about this? Tell me that first."

"This isn't a negotiation, darling~" the name was anything but sweet, sending a chill down my spine that I repressed.

"You don't get to control me. We've been over this time and time again. You. Cannot. Control me!" I went to shove him away but he grabbed both hands at the last second. He moved them barely to the side and my momentum took me into him. He took advantage of my loss of balance, holding my hands far enough past his shoulders that I was leaning on his chest and craning my neck back away from his teeth. His breath smelled horrible.

Without warning, he invaded my mind and went through my memories. I brought my back foot up and shoved against his leg. His tentacles came up to keep me in place, his eyes seeing through me as he fished for his answer. I did the next best thing and brought my forehead to his teeth.

His ears pinned back, something I didn't know he could do, and jerked his head away. The tentacles reached up to my shoulders to hold me down further. So I went the magic route.

I closed my eyes and followed the connection, reaching into his mind this time. I barely got in when he withdrew quickly from my mind to shove me out of his.

"I told you-"

"Then don't search through mine!" I let Alcine, my shadow, free from my form and she towered on the wall behind me. She morphed into the dragon and attacked Alastor's shadow. She wrapped around him like a snake and held his face in her claws, ready to snap his neck.

Alastor's eyes widened at the loss of his shadow. They then jumped back to me, a smirk pulling at my lips. It's only been two years but I was already giving him a run for his money. Something in me had unlocked tonight and he was furious about it.

His tentacles suddenly disappeared and he shoved me against the wall by my neck. He leaned down close to my ear as my throat squeezed shut. "You have been gifted by the force of the universe that our fates our tied."

I put my weight on his arm and looked up at him through half lidded eyes. I put both feet against his leg but without oxygen I was useless. I tried using magic to fill my lungs but I felt him block me. My anger boiled from being unable to do anything.

He suddenly let go and I fell on my tailbone, letting out a strangled gasp and high pitched noise. "No matter," he said, his cane appearing in his hand so he could lean over me, "I found my answer. For the time being, you are not to tell a soul what you did. It could mean worse things for both of us."

I watched him disappear into his shadows to who knows where. I retracted my horns so I could slam my head into the wall and punch the floor. I let out a deep yell and looked at Alcine on the wall. She had turned back into her elegant long hat outfit.

I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. He was always going to beat me. Two years felt like awhile but to him it was milliseconds. It would take me so long before I could match him on skill level. Why couldn't he just be normal? Why did he have to push and invade my boundaries?

I glared up into the dark library, my Demon side fully out. This meant I would have to go about this a different way.

****

"Since when do you willingly want to speak with me?" Lucifer Morningstar asked, closing the door behind the Radio Demon. Alastor spun to face the short king and placed his hands atop his own—better—cane.

"You have information only you would know. I came to retrieve it."

"Oh? And why would I give it to you?"

"I think you'd find it rather interesting what I'm about to tell you." He cocked his head to the side.

"And what is that?"

Alastor took a few steps to close the distance. "My soulmate healed completely frostbitten fingers."

"Why is that so interesting?" Lucifer kept his arms crossed. Alastor's eye twitched at the king's oblivion. He remained silent, waiting for him to figure it out himself. Indeed he did because his eyes widened and his arms dropped to his sides.

"She healed...that's not how Demon magic works," Lucifer said slowly.

"Precisely," the word rolled off Alastor's tongue. "She healed it. Who else wields such magic?"

"Well...that would be me, Lilith, and Charlie. And any and all Angels who—" It clicked. "She's...you think she's a..."

"A fallen Angel," Alastor finished for him. This man's mind worked so slow yet he was running all of Hell.

Lucifer started to laugh. Alastor watched, completely unamused by the behavior. Why was this so funny? This meant the Angels were losing more of them and allowing them to fall to the surface instead of Hell.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lucifer wiped a tear from his eyes. "It's just...I find it hilarious that you, the Radio Demon, are soul bound to a fallen Angel."

"Why is that? She must've done something to earn such a banishment."

That made Lucifer go quiet. He put a hand under his arm and another under his chin to think. "Have you not seen her memories? Or has she been making sure you can't be twenty yards from her?" He smirked, knowing full well from Charlie what the status of their relationship was like.

"I have. She has no memories of Heaven, though. Hence why I thought a fallen Angel himself would certainly have more information." Alastor was trying to threaten Lucifer with a lack of knowledge, hoping he'd try to prove himself and give up the information willingly.

Lucifer didn't find it amusing, mostly hurtful, but he played the part. "Then she must be a child of a fallen Angel. It would explain why I didn't see a halo when I first met her."

"Excuse me?" Alastor tapped his fingers on his cane.

Lucifer ran his black hand over his smooth hair then pointed an inch above it. "Fallen angels have a faint outline of their halo above their head only I can see."

"She did not have one?"

"No," he shook his head, "but I can imagine she would have some Angelic magic if one of her parents were one."

"Outstanding."

Lucifer watched Alastor's expression intensely. "Why is this so important? What do you intend to do to her?"

"That is for me to know." He held his cane and arms behind his back as he smiled down at the King of Hell.

"I feel real bad for your soulmate." Lucifer's tone was somber as he crossed his arms again.

"You will envy us with time. Ta ta for now." Alastor slipped into the shadows.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Author's Note:

I'm back on a roll! Time for feelings!!!

[frankthesnek]

If Tony and Steve somehow wound up in Atlantis and met John and Rodney...

Rodney: Ancient technology is superior to any of the junk Stark Industries makes. ZedPMs are the best energy sorce even invented!

Tony: my arc reactor technology is more efficient and sustanable. And i could easily make it more powerful!

Rodney: you're so full of yourself!

Tony: how does this city stay afloat with your ego on board!

*Steve and John watching them argue from the sidlines*

Steve: my scientist could beat up your scientist.

John: he'll have to get in line behind half the city.

Steve:...mines cuter too.

John: watch it, i out rank you.

[whatisonthemoon]

Moonies were constantly researched by researchers/academics

Isn’t it interesting how often the Moonies allowed sociologists, psychologists, and anthropologists into their workshops, into church meetings, into very sacramental and intimate church spaces? There are so many studies and papers from the 70s into the 80s, and of course even before that, with Young Oon Kim’s Bay Area Moonies getting involved in the John Lofland and Rodney Stark study in the early 60s. There were studies on the process of conversion and de-conversion, personality and behavior modification, marriage, etc., with these research often trying to figure out how Moonies function and live in the world, how their beliefs mold their actions and thoughts, and often revealing that these sorts of changes (conversion to Moonies) are possible for just about anyone, especially those with more typical, well-adjusted, middle class backgrounds. 

The UC was known to have often pushed some of its members into interviews and surveys, especially those considered more “normal” and PR-worthy, but at times, they freely allowed researchers into their spaces, with access to “insider” information and experiences. 

Some of these researchers saw the more eccentric, ecstatic, and concerning behaviors at the Barrytown workshops. 

This may have been due to the carelessness of the researcher’s temporary central figure and their inability to properly shield the eyes of the researcher(s), but also may have been intentional, or thoughtless. Maybe they wanted the researchers to understand and see what was going on... to help contribute and develop a science. 

What science? Well, regarding mind control, conversion, personality changes, and actions/practices that can cause dissociation and memory loss. These were all things heavily being studied on CIA funds from the 50s into the 70s/80s. These things are still being studied by the CIA, having advanced and evolved in a time of the constant surveillance and communication via the internet.

Perhaps that’s jumping the gun, but how could this have not played some role throughout UC history, considering... US history and their confirmed operations at the time.

Perhaps UC leaders did not know... but it seems unlikely that they didn’t, especially considering Young Oon Kim’s time with Rodney and Stark, which was when two budding, CIA-connected academics studied the largely unknown Moonies’ conversion process and helped Kim translate the Divine Principle in English (which had initially started with the help Pastor McCabe in Korea, a visiting prophetic Pentecostal leader from Australia, whose Apostolic Church denomination paid for him to liaison with Moonies in the 50s, though McCabe later on denounced Moon’s doctrine.)

Not all of these studies reflected well on Moon and his organization, though some were used for apologetics, even if framed as “critical.”

Some of these studies were used in deprogramming cases to say that the UC was not a threat, and that there was no genuine “brainwashing” or “mind control” occurring that the UC could be held responsible for. 

It was also during this time that Moonies had been very actively forging ties with academia and cultural institutions, from donating to Christian seminaries (”Shaw Seminary”) to paying renowned Nobel prize-winning scientists to speak at conferences and join the boards of their organizations, like Professors World Peace Academy and International Conference on the Unity of the Sciences, as well as pumping out propaganda through their own organizations like Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation. These ties and connections led to the purchase of the University of Bridgeport in the 90s.

It probably would help to have ties to the institutions studying your organization. It probably helps to have their studies keep your organization safe in court. It also probably helps the government to keep this organization safe. As we know now, George H.W. Bush protected Moon through the Koreagate years. We also know that Rep. Leo Ryan, who was murdered in Guyana following his time in Georgetown, had found substantial evidence prior to his Guyana trip that the UC and other cults in the U.S. were being used by the government as intelligence operations.

Related articles below

Rev. Moon Buys а College, Hires Spooks & Moonies (1992)

Aid to Rep. Ryan Warns U.S. on Cults (1979) Young Oon Kim, Lofland, Stark, and the Institute for Personality Assessment and Research On Young Oon Kim’s Disciples, Early American Moonies, and the Conversion Process More Questions about Young Oon Kim, and What is Clear

Neil Salonen on the Freedom Leadership Foundation’s influence on society (1971)

A brief biography of Sun Myung Moon

On the UC links to intelligence

On the Unification Church in Japan and its political (KCIA)

Parapolitics and being an ex-Moonie on the Left origins

Mind Control U.S.A. (1979) - On cults, LSD, CIA, mind control, and politics

How the CIA backed research on mind control - by David Dickson (Nature Vol. 278)

Rev. Moon Aide Concedes KCIA Sent Him $3,000 (1978)

On Robert Jay Lifton - excerpted from “The C.I.A. Doctors Human Rights Violations by American Psychiatrists” by Colin A. Ross

The Moon Organization and the KCIA – ‘Privatizing’ covert action

Robert Parry’s investigations into Sun Myung Moon

Moonies Were Brainwashed by The CIA As Soldiers In The Cold War

The Unification Church and KCIA: Some Notes on Bud Han, Steve Kim, and Bo Hi Pak

FBI and other reports on Sun Myung Moon

[ladysnowangel]

Finished Sword and Scimitar, starting God's Battalions.

[logicgunn]

plumbing (the depths of nowhere in particular)

On AO3

“Don’t you have people for that?” 

“Huh?” 

John nods at the chaos surrounding Rodney. “The plumbing. Hell, I have people for that if you want to take a break.” 

Tempting, but... “I'm hiding. Radek’s hovering again.” 

“Ah.” 

“Something you need?” 

“I just, uh...wanted to say thanks.” 

“What for?” 

John holds out his arm, and Rodney spots the knitted fabric, stark black against John's tanned wrist. 

“You’re welcome. Why’d your wrists get so cold, anyway?” 

John’s laugh echoes around the maintenance corridor, drowning the creaking of ancient pipes. Rodney reconsiders his offer. 

“Up for a game?” 

“Sure. Let's go, buddy.” 

[jackluvsdaniel]

Do people not understand that you can multi ship? Let Buck get railed by that man. And also Eddie! Otp isnt the only option.

Yes, exactly! I mean, OTP is totally valid. Do you, boo. But I'm gonna do me, ya know?

I have an OTP in every fandom I'm in, but I also usually have one half of my OTPs that I'm fine reading other pairings for and one that I just never really branch out with. In Hawaii Five-0 I'll read Danny with other people but very rarely Steve/others. In Stargate SG-1 I'll read Jack with other people but hardly ever Daniel. And I'm a slut for Tony Stark so I'll read him with pretty much anybody, even if Loki or Bucky are my favorite pairings for him.

I also have OTPs that I rarely, if ever, read other pairings for. Destiel, for example. I have read a few Cas/Sam fics that were very good but it's mostly just Destiel or nothing with those two. John/Rodney from Stargate Atlantis is another OTP that I just don't really read with other partners.

It's all valid and to each their own. It's such a bizarre thing to be judging people for.

[shield-o-futuro]

Essa é mais pros inventores de IA e robôs, vocês não tem medo que eles tentem dominar o mundo? Existem planos de contingencias?

Sam: Essa aí é pra você, Stark. É o único de nós que mexe com essa parada.

Logan: Tá legal, tá legal. Bom, há muitos anos atrás, quando a maioria de nós era bebê ou nem tinha nascido, isso meio que aconteceu. Meu pai, com a ajuda do Dr. Pym e do Bruce criaram o Ultron, que acabou se rebelando e tentou dominar o mundo. Mas os Vingadores conseguiram controlar a situação, e ele foi destruído. Então sim, existem planos de contingencia para caso isso volte a acontecer, mas somos muito mais cuidadosos com isso agora. Eu mesmo não crio robôs mega complexos, só... robôs divertidos e ajudantes sem muita autonomia.

Scarlett: Mentira, você quase criou um Ultron 2.0 com o Rodney, lembra? Aquele desgraçadinho....

Logan: O que?! Isso é um completo exagero e você sabe disso. Ele só deu defeito e te deu um choquinho de nada e tentou destruir seus quadrinhos da Mulher-Gato. Supera.

[spurious]

Since you're not feeling well, a little happy ficlet prompt: Fluff from the fifth song in your Spotify Likes!

is this fluff? i really don't know. i actually have no idea what the hell this even is but i think you can probably take the weirdness up with mr. john darnielle anyway

Rodney knows his team will always come for him, but even with that surety, he's still struggling to stay calm as he's taken prisoner for unspecified claims of "witchcraft."

"It's not witchcraft, it's physics, you absolute morons," he'd shouted, voice going shrill and strident, but the villagers had ignored both his protests and his attempts to explain the experiment he'd been conducting, dragging him away from the outpost while the others were exploring nearby.

The tiny village is, it turns out, a front for a much larger society—and you'd think they would fucking check for that at this stage, but no—and most of the community lives in a system of white-rocked caves. They bring Rodney to a small room, attach him to a chain in the floor and cuff his hands together, then leave.

It's two days before he sees another human face, and when he does it's a woman who seems to be some sort of bureaucrat, flanked by tall, broad-shouldered guards.

"Wizard of Atlantis," she says, and Rodney tries, really he does, not to roll his eyes. He thinks he should probably be commended for this, but no one ever seems to appreciate these efforts from him. "Your warriors have come to plead for your release."

"Oh, finally," Rodney mumbles, sighing heavily and standing up. "Let's get this show on the road, then."

The woman's eyebrows climb, but she directs one of the guards to unlock Rodney from the floor chain, and then he's led into a cavernous room, his team standing in the middle of it, each of them looking perfectly deadly in their own way.

"As you can see, warriors," the woman says, her voice echoing off of the stark-white walls, "your wizard is unharmed. However, we cannot allow him to be released, lest his evil magic bring ruin upon our community."

Rodney opens his mouth, but John gives him a look, so he closes it, decides to let his team do their thing. The room is full of guards, but they haven't confiscated their weapons, so Rodney's well aware of the odds if this goes poorly.

Teyla steps forward. "We understand your people fear Dr. McKay's powers, but I can guarantee that if you release him, your home shall be left standing." She shifts her weight, a subtle change in stance from diplomat to deadly. "If you refuse, I cannot make the same promise."

"You are but three warriors," the woman scoffs, and Rodney watches as Ronon smiles, sharp and gleaming like the blade of a knife.

"We got all the way here, didn't we?" John offers, and Rodney clocks, now, the small signs of a previous struggle on each of them. They fought their way in, he realizes.

"They must be in the wizard's thrall, to be so willing to offer their own lives for his," whispers another bureaucrat. "Truly his powers are fearsome indeed."

"Let him go," Teyla says, her voice taking on a steeled edge, "and we will return beyond the stars, never to trouble your people again."

One of the guards moves closer to Rodney, puts a hand on his shoulder, and Rodney can hear Ronon growl.

"We're not leaving without him," John says, low and dangerous.

Someone leans in, whispers in the lead woman's ear, and she nods, turns to the guards.

"Release him," she says. "We do not wish to draw any more harm to our people."

"Once again," Rodney says, as they release his handcuffs, "not practicing any type of magic, and, if I were in fact capable of magic, wouldn't I have been able to teleport my way out of here in the first place?"

Teyla steps up, her eyes sweeping quickly over Rodney, taking inventory.

"It is good to see you unharmed." She reaches up, putting a hand on the back of Rodney's neck and drawing him in, pressing her forehead to his for the space of a few deep, quiet breaths.

"Why didn't you tell me you could do magic?" Ronon asks, his mouth quirked up at the side, and Rodney breathes out a laugh, rolls his eyes.

"As I said moments ago, if I could—"

"C'mon, McKay," John interrupts, clapping a hand on Rodney's back. To an untrained eye, it's a simple gesture of camaraderie, but Rodney's been on the receiving end of this touch enough times to know that John needs to feel out the solidity Rodney's body for himself, to know he's alright. "Atlantis needs its wizard king back."

[itsvunker]

It's in the distant future... Society as morphed past the original ideal. Men are now the most treasured commodity in the world. Masculinity and manhood are defacto signs of leadership and virility, they are the very essence of sexuality. Men will give anything and everything in this world to maintain their status at the top as the alpha in their environment. However, when illicit activity is reported and the suspect is detained, their manliness is considered forfeit. If there is a victim in the crime, the forfeit masculinity is awarded to them. While under their sentence, these criminal "men" are ridiculed, humiliated, and dominated by the actual representations of manhood. In today's example, we find Troy, a platinum blonde man of respectable size and stature. Troy was the victim of a robbing at the hands of Rodney. Rodney, being the man of larger girth, muscle, and masculinity, thought he could take everything that Troy had. Unfortunately for him, there were constables on patrol near the incident, and Rodney was quickly apprehended.

"Hey man! Lay off! This is my wallet!" Troy exclaimed, as Rodney took his shirt off, exposing his intimidating hairy body. Muscles flexed, and his gut swayed, the very earth seemed to rumble beneath his step. Throwing his entire weight behind it, Rodney gut checked Troy to the ground, pinning him with his massive stomach. Easily having 150 lbs or more on Troy, the man couldn't free himself from his fatty prison as Rodney's calloused hands rummaged through Troy's back pocket, fishing for the wallet. As soon as his cash prize was extracted, Rodney leaned back on his heels, stood up briefly in order to flip Troy over. Troy looked upon the face of his assailant, as his hands were pinned above his head with one meaty paw, Rodney raised his shirt, exposing his bare, hairless midsection. This was Rodney's favorite part, as he grinned to himself, lowering his massive tank back into place, its girthy weight piling on top of Troy's stomach, its hairy mass arousing the bottom man.

"What's the matter, little man, getting all worked up by this massive man on top of you?" His own cock stirring in his jeans. He flexed a powerful bicep with his free hand before really grinding his heft into the lower man. Troy winced in pain as sharp stones on the sidewalk dug into his exposed skin, his cock harder than iron, he felt Rodney's rod stiffening on top of him, and just as Rodney thrust his massive gut into his body, Troy embarrassingly came, painting the insides of his jock strap white with his load, whole body spasming. Rodney unfastened the button on his waist and freed his own cock, jerking it hard before painting the lower man's stomach with his own copious load. Feeling superior in every way to the blonde man below him, Rodney collected himself and his shirt, turning to face two boys in blue. "Ah shit..." The two cops, who had seen the whole thing transpire, fired their non-lethal weapons square into the man's broad barrel chest. They both discharged their payload, rendering the man's muscles and body mass useless, as their strength and weight were sapped from him. If there was a scale below him, the numbers would rapidly fall from his 425lb frame, although his appearance would stay as massive as he was. It was a special technology made at the turn of the century which rendered any man's power worthless and made them as weak as a twink of the old days, no matter what they physically looked like.

We rejoin our two men in the prison, Troy clad in only his jock strap, and Rodney stark naked, save for a clear hose fixed firmly on his manhood. The presiding judge spoke up and broke the silence in the room. "Rodney McCurrington, you are sentenced to a period of time no shorter than 5 years, relieved of your masculinity. As the victim in the crime, Troy, you are awarded the manhood removed from the defendant. Bailiff?" The hefty bailiff in the room assisted Troy with the opposite end of the hose attached to Rodney, lubing up the end and gently inserting it inside Troy's puckered asshole. Once it was firmly attached, the judge pressed the button to begin the process. The LED monitor on the wall shone to life, displaying the status of the procedure. [Mass Drain Initiated] adorned the first line, followed by Subject A and Subject B with a percentage behind each. The bailiff administers a drug to Rodney, whose manhood immediately springs to full erectness before his nuts start to spill their load unprovoked. Another marvel of the century, this drug is able to induce orgasm without stimulation in men. Despite the immense pleasure coursing through his cock, Rodney gritted his teeth. In a gruff manly voice, he managed to grunt out "N…no... It's... nnngh... starting..." The numbers slowly began ticking up on the percentages. Before long, 5% of Rodney's masculinity had been siphoned from him. Troy, who had bulked up just a little bit from Rodney's gains, gleefully reported "Oooh~ It feels like a REAL MAN is filling me inside...~"

The machine pumped and slurped away at Rodney's body, hungrily devouring anything that entitled him to be called a man, his prodigious gut slowly deflating like a balloon, his muscles withering away under his skin, and his body hair receding into his body. The display on the wall flashed a new phrase in addition to the growing percentages. [Beginning de-alpha routine] From somewhere deep inside him, Rodney felt a change begin to take hold. He slowly began to lose interest in lording himself over other men... instead... a faint desire to service them instead began to take root. As more of his manhood was drained from his body, Rodney's submissiveness only grew. His protests and demands for this to be stopped faded into only low grunts and moans as his cock is pumped for all that it's worth. His testicles shrinking and emptying faster and faster, his sack climbed up his rapidly thinning thighs. He could practically feel himself growing impotent, knowing he could never get anyone pregnant with his faded swimmers declining in number fast. His cock shrinking in tandem with his balls, he blushed in humiliation. Troy on the other hand was grunting and feeling the opposite... he only wanted to dominate other men more and more as Rodney's testosterone found its new home in his body. "Feeling... manlier... already..." as the numbers on the screen read 27% for drained and gained.

53% of the process completed by this point, Rodney was a shadow of the man he was. His facial hair reduced to little more than 5 o'clock shadow, as well all the other hair on his body. His moans are now giving way to pleads, a far cry from his original demands. "Ha...aaahh... My... manhood... P...please....S...stop..." 60% of his alpha male testosterone had been drained from his body. His chest lost its barrel shape as his shoulders drew closer together, no longer spread wide by his massive muscles, his proud gut little more than a small paunch at this point. His balls ached as they reached the size of peas, his cock no larger than a button, he had little left to lose there. Troy however turned to face his assailant at this point, his gluttonous gut swelling rapidly as large gobs of Rodney's manhood invaded his ass, his muscles bloating with newfound size and power, he flexed his arm and watched in amazement as it grew before his eyes. His beard began to grow longer, draping over his ballooning pecs at this point. "Mmmph... Fuck yeah..." he moaned into Rodney's ear. "It feels so good to have all your power and manliness invading my body, making me into the superior man. I understand why you ground me into the dirt back there with your gut. This thing is getting enormous!" He glanced at the monitor to check the numbers. "And we're only about halfway done!! Hahaha!" his voice booming deeper and more gruff with every word.

With one final tiny spurt from his nub, Rodney relieved himself of the last of his testosterone, and renounced himself as a man to the world. The machine sensed this, and caused his half of the hose to fall limply off his shrunken hips. He took a moment to explore his "body", white-hot shame burning through his whole frame. He could see his "cock" for the first time in years. His spindly fingers reached out to touch it, his sexual stamina now reduced to zero, as soon as he grazed it with the tip of his finger, it sprang to full hardness, a whopping half an inch, and immediately caused him to double over in a mind wrenching orgasm that he felt through his entire emaciated body. His tiny balls, worked overtime to be able to produce anything, little more than a drop dripped out from his tip. He groaned as he came back from his orgasm, feeling the rest of his hairless body, the skin clinging tight to his ribs, he had to be no more than 110 lbs WITH clothes on. He glanced to the monitor, and more shame washed over him as the readout displayed "[Subject B, Not Detected, Manhood Fallout Observed" Subject B Alpha Male depleted.] Above this, the readout sang praises to Troy, [Mass Drain Final Pump Started. Subject A, 81% gained.] Rodney looked at Troy, who was absolutely reveling in his own sexual desires.

"HNNNGG.. NNNAAAHHHH... STRONGER!! FATTER!! MANLIER!!!" he roared, his voice so deep it vibrated through Rodney's bony body. Rodney could only watch as his weakened body was unable to stop the final, massive glob of his maleness traveling through the hose into Troy's expanding ass. The jock strap, which had struggled so valiantly to remain intact, finally cut ties with itself and exploded off his body to the nearby wall. As the remaining 20% of Rodney flowed inside him, his gut gurgled loudly and began to jiggle and sway, rapidly getting fatter and hairier. His muscles twitched and spasmed, the dense forest beneath his armpits and across his chest growing darker and thicker by the second. His body was drinking in the very last of Rodney and he was absolutely loving it! His beard grew longer yet, now adorning the top of his humongous tank. Troy threw his head back in pure pleasure before the hose popped out of his thick, hairy, muscled ass, assuming the final bit of mass on his frame, roaring to the crowd watching above as the new alpha male was born.

A hulking mass of hardened muscular steel, firm heavy fat, thick and virile cock and balls, absolutely dressed to the nines in body hair, Troy lorded himself over the emaciated Rodney. He flexed his gut, lifting it just high enough that he could position it over the tiny "man"s body, and then let all of his weight and mass drop on top of him. Rodney's flailing arms groped around the behemoth mass of hairy gut for a few seconds before the stimulation was too much for him. He gripped that fat mountain hard as his cocklet sprayed 10 consecutive "loads" on the underside of Troy's manly mountain. He couldn't help himself with such a low sexual stamina. Troy on the other hand took a newly calloused hand, a working man's hand, to his own throbbing hard cock, giving it a few ginger tugs before he too erupted in bliss. Rodney was coated within the first few ropes that shot from the massive cock, those giant balls in his sack supplying more cum than Rodney will ever produce in 5 years in the first rope. A solid minute of orgasmic bliss later, Troy removed himself from on top of Rodney. The manlet below, completely and totally ruined as a man, drowning in a pool of an actual man's cum whimpered softly. His submissive urges almost causing him to beg Troy to smother him again.

Troy left satisfied. Justice had been served. Rodney was a pitiful excuse for a boy, much less a man at this point, and he was a gargantuan behemoth. Funny. All this happened over the $10 that he happened to be carrying in his wallet at the time. Over his shoulder, Troy called out to the boy, "was it worth the $10, boy?". Rodney's face went deep red. Being called the future society's worst slur, boy, was something he'd have to work through with his therapist.