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(Don't) Incentivise Ethical Behaviour

In the ongoing project of rescuing useful thoughts off Xwitter, here's another hot take of mine, reheated:

"Being good for a reward isn’t being good---it’s just optimal play."

The quote comes from Luke Gearing and his excellent post "Against Incentive", to which I had been reacting.

My thread was mainly intended as a fulsome nodding along to one of Luke's points. It was posted in 2021, and extended in 2023 after Sidney Icarus posed a question to it. So it is two threads.

Here they are, properly paragraphed, hopefully more cleanly expressed:

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(Don't) Incentivise Ethical Behaviour

This is my main problem with mechanically rewarding pro-social play: a character's ethical choice is rendered mercenary.

As Luke Gearing puts it:

"Being good for a reward isn’t being good---it’s just optimal play."

Bear in mind that I'm not saying that pro-social play can't have rewarding outcomes for players. Any decision should have consequences in the fiction. It serves the ideal of portraying a living, world to have these consequences rendered diegetic:

The townsfolk are thankful; the goblins remember your mercy; pamphlets appear, quoting from your revolutionary speech.

What I am saying is that rewarding abstract mechanical benefits (XP tickets, metacurrency points, etc) for ethical decisions stinks.

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A subtle but absolutely essential distinction, when it comes to portraying and exploring ethics / morality, in roleplaying games.

Say you reward bonus XP for sparing goblins.

Are your players making a decisions based on how much they value life / the personhood of goblins? Or are they making a decision based on how much they want XP?

Say you declare: "If you help the villagers, the party receives a +1 attitude modifier in this village."

Are your players assisting the community because it is the right thing to do, or are they playing optimally, for a +1 effect?

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XP As Currency

XP is the ur-example of incentive in TTRPGs. It began with D&D's gold-for-XP, and has never strayed far from that logic.

XP is still currency. Do things the GM / game designer wants you to do? Get paid.

Players use XP to buy better mechanical tools (levels, skills, abilities)---which they can then in turn use to better perform the actions that will net them XP.

Like using gold you stole from goblins to buy a sword, so you can now rob orcs.

I genuinely feel that such systems are valuable. They are models that illuminate the drives fuelling amoral / unethical behaviour.

Material gain is the drive of land-grabbing and colonialism. Logger-barons and empires do get wealthier and more privileged, as a reward for their terrible actions.

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If you want to present an ethical choice in play, congruent to our real-life dilemmas, there is value in asking:

"Hey, if you kill the goblins you can grab their treasure, and you will get richer. There's no reward for sparing their lives, except that they are thankful."

Which is another way of asking:

"Does your commitment to the ideal of preserving life outweigh the guaranteed material incentives for taking life?"

The ethical choice is the difficult choice, precisely because it involves---as it often does, in real life---sacrificing personal growth and gain. Doling out an XP bounty for doing the right thing makes the ethical choice moot.

"I as the player am making a mechanically optimal choice, but my character is making an ethical choice!"

A cop-out. Owning your cake and eating it too. The fictional fig-leaf of empathy over a calculated a decision to make profit.

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Sidney Icarus asks a question which I will quote here:

"... those who hold to their beliefs of good behaviour don't feel rewarded, and therefore feel punished. And that's not a good feeling. It's an unpleasant experience to play a game where the righteous players are in rags, and the mercenary fucks have crowns and sceptres. So, what's the design opportunity? How do we make doing the right thing feel pleasant without making it mercenary? Or, like reality, do we acknowledge that ethical acts are valuable only intrinsically and philosophically? I have no idea how to reconcile this."

I would suggest that the above dichotomy---"righteous players in rags, mercs in crowns"---is true if property is recognised as the only true incentive.

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Friends As Property

Modern games try to solve the righteous-players-in-rags "problem" in various ways. Virtue might not net you treasure or XP, but may give you:

Contact or ally slots, which you can fill in;

Relationship meters you can watch tick up;

Favour points you can cash in later;

etc.

How different are these mechanical incentives from treasure or XP, really?

Your relationships with supposedly living, breathing beings are transformed into abilities for your character: skills you can train; powers you can reliably proc. Pump your relationship score with the orc tribe until calling on them for reinforcements becomes a once-per-month ability.

Relationships become contracts. Regard becomes debt. Put your friend in an ally slot, so they become a tool.

If this is what you want play to be---totally fine! As stated previously, games say powerful things when they portray the engines of profit and property.

But I personally don't think game designers should design employer-employee relationships and disguise these as instances of mutual aid.

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Friends As Friends

In the OSR campaigns I'm part of, I keep forgetting to record money. Which is usually a big deal in such games, seeing as they are in the grand tradition of gold-for-XP?

In both games, my characters are still 1st-Level pukes, though it's been months.

I'm having a blast, anyway.

My GMs, by virtue of running organic, reactive worlds, have made play rewarding for me. NPCs / geographies remember the party's previous actions, and respond accordingly.

I've been given gills from a river god, after constant prayer;

I've befriended a village of monsters, where we now live;

I've parleyed with the witch of a whole forest, where we may now tread;

I've a boon from the touch of wood wose, after answering his summons.

I cannot count on the wood wose showing up. He is a character in the world, not a power I control. Calling on the wood wose might become a whole adventure.

Little of this stuff is codified my stats or abilities or equipment list. They are mostly all under "misc notes".

Diegetic growth. Narrative change that spirals into more play.

This is the design opportunity, to me:

How do we shape TTRPG play culture in such a way that the "misc notes" gaps in our games are as fun as the systemised bits? What kinds of orientation tools must we provide? What should we say, in our advice sections?

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A Note About Trust

The reason why it is so hard to imagine play beyond conventional incentive structures has a lot to do with trust.

Sidney again:

One of the core issues is the "low trust table". I'm not designing just for myself but for my audience. For a product. How much can I ask purchasers and their friends to codesign this part with me?

Nerds love numbers and things we can write down in inventories or slots because they are sureties. We've learned to fear fiat or player discretion, traumatised as we are by Problem GMs or That Guys.

The reason why the poverty in Sidney's hypothetical ("righteous players are in rags") sounds so bad is because in truth it represents risk at the game table. If you don't participate in the mechanics legible to your ruleset (the XP and gear to do more game things), you risk gradually being excluded from play.

You have no assurance your fellow players will know how hold space for you; be considerate; work together to portray a living world where NPCs react in meaningful ways---in ways that will be fun and rewarding for everybody playing.

You are giving up the guarantee of mechanical relevance for the possibility of fun interactions and creative social play.

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The "low trust table" is learned behaviour--the cruft of gamer culture and trauma.

When I game with folks new to TTRPGs, they tend to be decent, considerate. I think there's enough anecdotal evidence from folks playing with school kids / newcomers / etc to suggest my experience is not unique.

If the "low trust table" is indeed learned behaviour, it can be unlearned.

Which rules conventions, now part of the hobby mainstream, were the result of designers designing defensively---shadowboxing against terrible players and the spectre of "unfairness"?

How can we "undesign" such conventions?

Lack of trust is a problem that we have to address in play culture, not rulesets. You cannot cook a dish so good it forces diners to have good table manners.

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This is too long already. I'll end with an observation:

Elfgames are not praxis, but doesn't this specific dilemma in the microcosm of our silly elfgames ultimately mirror real-world ethics?

To be moral is to trust in a better world; to be amoral / immoral is to hedge against the guarantee of a worse one.

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Further Reading

Some words from around the TTRPG community about incentive and advancement in games:

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However, the reason there is a big debate about this is that behavioural incentives in games clearly do work, either entirely or at various levels. This applies outside gaming, as well. Why do advertising companies and retail business use "rewards" structures to convince people to buy more of their products? Why do people chase after "Likes" on social media?

A comment by Paul_T to "A Hypothesis on Behavioral Incentives" from a discussion on Story-Games.com

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the structure and symbolism of the D&D game align with certain structures and values of patriarchy. The game is designed to last infinitely by shifting goalposts of character experience in terms of increasing amounts of gold pieces acquired; this resembles the modus operandi of phallic desire which seeks out object after object (most typically, women) in order to quench a lack which always reasserts itself.

D&D's Obsession With Phallic Desire from Traverse Fantasy

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In short, my feeling is that rewarding players with character improvement in return for achieving goals in a specific way impedes some of the key strengths of TTRPGs for little or no benefit in return. 

Incentives from Bastionland

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When good deeds arise naturally out of the players choices, especially when players rejected other options that were more beneficial to them, it is immensely satisfying. Far more than if players are just assumed to be heroic by default. It gives agency and meaning to player choice.

Make Players Choose To Be Kind from Cosmic Orrery

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Much has been made about 1 GP = 1 XP as the core gameplay loop driver of TSR D+D. But XP for gold retrieved also winds up being something of a de facto capitalistic outlook as well. Success is driven by accumulation of individual wealth -- by an adventuring company, even! So what's a new framework that can be used for underpinning a leftist OSR campaign?

A Spectre (7+3 HD) Is Haunting the Flaeness: Towards a Leftist OSR from Legacy of the Bieth

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Growth should be tied to a specific experience occurring in the fiction. It is more important for a PC to grow more interesting than more skilled or capable. PCs experience growth not necessarily because they’ve gotten more skill and experience, but because they are changed in a significant way.

Cairn FAQ from Cairn RPG / Yochai Gal

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Thank you Ram for the Story-Games.com deep cut!

( Image sources: https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/neuron-activation https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Majesty:_The_Fantasy_Kingdom_Sim https://www.economist.com/sites/default/files/special-reports-pdfs/10490978.pdf https://varnam.my/34311/untold-tales-of-indian-labourers-from-rubber-plantations-during-pre-independence-malaya/ https://nobonzo.com/ )

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PS: used with permission from Sandro, art by Maxa', a reminder to self:

[spacerockfloater]

Yet another example of Team Black ass lickers playing victim

I’d really appreciate it if y’all could take some time out of your day and check this blogger out for this particular post they made about me.

I already replied but I felt the need to make a post of my own because they are out of their fucking mind!

This cockroach came into my post and called me a sick fuck for saying that Aemond taking revenge on Lucerys is not equal to Daemon ordering the execution of an infant in its crib, the latter being obviously way more unethical, and they absolutely lost their shit when I paid them back with the same coin. Like, the fuck did you think was going to happen?

Hey skank @mikasaerens , is this you?

Not only does your psychotic self come into my post and instead of sharing your opinion in a polite and civil manner, you choose to verbally assault me by calling me a “sick fuck who needs to be put into an asylum and a watchlist” over my opinion on a fictional character, but your lying ass has the audacity to paint me as the villain when I come swinging at you for being an offensive little twat? And claiming that you are the victim for sharing your opinion about said character?

Who the fuck are you trying to fool? Look at the rest of your replies, lunatic:

Own the shit you say. This all happened because of the language you used against me unprovoked, not because you shared an opinion! This all starts with you. You absolutely deserve every fucking thing I said about you. Crying “wolf” when you initiated this shitshow by having no manners is batshit insane behaviour. But I shouldn’t be surprised though, you are a Lucerys apologist after all. Sickening!

Try reaching out to public mental health facilities if you can because starting a fight and then thinking you and your friends are gonna make me feel bad for defending myself must be a whole new level of mass hysteria. I walk the talk, dickhead. Can’t say the same about you.

Tell your meatriders that have blocked me because they don’t have the balls to say whatever they want face to face I said hi! I’m always keeping it real. I’ll say whatever the fuck I want with my full chest. And it’s always somehow you lowlifes jumping into my posts, sending anon hate and being vile as shit, because never once in my life have I bothered to reply to you losers’ opinions or reach out to you! Seek help!

It’s such a fucking shame because I know plenty of Team Black fans that don’t act in the disgusting way you do, insect.

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Consent Culture: What it is and isn’t

In some of the hypnokink discord spaces I’m in, I’ve noticed a worrying trend. People saying other folk can’t talk about a specific topic, or use certain words, etc, because they “didn’t consent to that.” It’s a weaponization of consent culture to force *purity* culture, often, and I’m really tired of seeing the culture I fought so hard to help establish be used to silence folk just trying to talk about things they enjoy!

So. Let’s all have a little chat about what consent culture is and means, what it isn’t, and what any given individual’s responsibilities are in a consent culture.

Being in a consent culture means not *doing things* to other people without their consent; touch, sharing information about them, in my community’s context hypnotizing them or using/attempting to use triggers on them… things like that. It also includes giving people space where they can feel comfortable disagreeing, saying ‘no’ to requests, and so on. Respecting other people’s boundaries, and not always demanding their time and energy. It involves making a good faith effort to respect not only the letter of the rules, but the *spirit* of the rules in a space, as well.

It is not, however, shutting down anything that causes anyone in the space discomfort. We’re all adults here, as this is a kink space. As adults, we SHOULD be able to handle a little discomfort. And if something is truly upsetting to you? You can ask something like “hey, can we change the topic,” of course, but if the others don’t want to? Or, if, say, you’re in a public play space and someone is doing a scene you don’t like? That’s when the rule of two feet comes in.

For those who are unfamiliar with the rule/law of two feet, it’s a concept taken from a meeting style called “open spaces” - and loosely what unconferences are based around.

A businessman named Harrison Owen, involved in spaces that promote this philosophy, sums it up thusly:

“Briefly stated, this law says that every individual has two feet, and must be prepared to use them. Responsibility for a successful outcome in any Open Space Event resides with exactly one person—each participant. Individuals can make a difference and must make a difference. If that is not true in a given situation, they, and they alone, must take responsibility to use their two feet, and move to a new place where they can make a difference.”

What does that mean in kink spaces? Well, it’s less about productivity/making a difference, and more about finding the right comfort level. Is a class covering topics that you don’t enjoy? Or is the demo a bit more graphic than you’d like to see? Step out (whether for a moment or the rest of the class) and get some air, going back in later if you want to see if they’ve moved to something you find more comfortable. People talking about a kink that you find squicky or that triggers negative emotions? Walk away for a bit, or stop reading the channel. On places like here, on tumblr, mute a tag/word. Let people enjoy the thing and rejoin them when the topic changes.

Because that’s your responsibility in a consent culture - advocating for your own comfort *in a way that lets people enjoy the things they enjoy.* Sometimes that means you miss out on time with people you like, yes. But it’s better than making people dislike you because you keep telling them that they can’t engage with something they enjoy!

Also? Because it bears calling out, though it’s a bit tangential here? Disgust is not and never will be a gauge of immorality or unethical behaviour. Plenty of people are disgusted by the concept of rape play - but that doesn’t mean that consenting adults engaging in rape play are acting unethically. Some things are both disgusting AND unethical, of course - actual rape, for example! - but if your main reason for saying something is immoral or unethical is “it makes me uncomfortable” or “I find it disgusting”? Probe harder and consider that your aversion may just be distaste, and it isn’t a moral judgement.

Bystander consent is a different topic for another day, mostly, but I do want to note - it tends to come into play when the Rule of 2 Feet doesn’t really work, such as in places of business where employees cannot walk away.

I also want to take a moment to discuss the distinction between consent and having boundaries.

Consent is about things being done to or by you; boundaries are about other people’s actions that are not directly involving you.

So “don’t pull my hair” is a consent line. “Don’t talk about X around me or I’ll stop interacting with you” is a boundary.

“Don’t talk about X around me” without a consequence is just a rule, and outside of power exchange dynamics where the ability to give rules is negotiated? Rules in relationships typically just breed resentment.  But also, if you disagree with a boundary someone is trying to draw for you, and you’re willing to bear the consequences? That *is not* a consent violation. That isn’t what consent is for. Having said that, a violation is a violation - whether a violation of boundaries or of consent - and either can hurt just as much as the other.

And claiming otherwise? Is weaponizing consent culture to manipulate people, whether intentionally or not. And we all need to do better than that.

[misseviehyde]

Fit Bitch

"SURPRISE!"

Tyler leapt in shock as he entered his apartment and the lights flicked on to reveal all his friends and family waiting for him. Colourful birthday bunting hung from the walls and a cake with twenty candles sat on the coffee table.  Grinning happy faces stared back at Tyler's shocked and puzzled expression. Then his girlfriend Holly squeezed his hand and he shook his head wryly at the situation as he realised they were throwing him a surprise birthday party.

"You knew about this?"

"Of course," she laughed, "I planned it for you.  Everyone was desperate to be involved."

"Happy birthday doofus," grinned Mark, Tyler's best mate as he ruffled his friends hair.  Mark's girlfriend Ashley gave him a peck on the cheek and a hug too.  "Happy birthday Tyler."

Moving amongst his friends and family, Tyler felt a wave of love and affection for them all.  He shared a joke with his Dad and gave his Mom a massive hug.  His little sister Mandy stuck her tongue out at him and they laughed.  It was brilliant to see everyone gathered together.  Everyone he loved was here.

Tapping a glass Holly grinned as Tyler's friends and family gathered round to listen.

"Thank you for coming everyone.  We're here today to wish an amazing twentieth birthday to Tyler.  His birthday was always going to be a special day - but it's even more special when we consider everything he's achieved in the last year.  Tyler's kindness and selflessness are a shining example to everyone.  I think that's why we all wanted to meet here today and celebrate... so happy birthday Tyler."

The crowd cheered and Holly reached up to kiss him on the cheek.  "I'm so fucking proud of you," she smiled squeezing his hand.

Tyler flushed, getting embarrassed.  His life in the last year had been crazy.  He'd always been interested in trying to help people, so when he developed a mental health app that went viral whilst still in college, he had been pleased at the response.  Pax was a behavioural app that worked to help support people who wanted to make a positive change to their mental health.  It had proven wildly successful and the fact that Tyler had refused to monetise the app had just made it even more successful as people accessed it for free.

With millions of downloads and users now regularly engaged with the app, he'd found himself a little overwhelmed - but even with all of the offers coming in from big tech companies to buy the app from him he'd refused.  Tyler knew that as soon as some money grabbing company took the app, they'd turn it from a helpful mental health app into some way of making money.  One company in particular - Hyde.Inc had been very assertive with their offers.  They were in a similar field - using behavioural technologies to improve fitness outcomes - and they wanted access to his technology to merge it with their own. He didn't like the company - they seemed, unethical.  He'd refused all their offers so far.

Tyler knew he could make a lot of money if he monetised his app and developed it further.  He'd had to take a couple of years out of university to work on it and although he still had a confirmed place, he wasn't sure if he should just drop out and start work in the tech industry.  A lot of companies were willing to invest and support his future, in the hopes he would come work for them. Until then his parents and a few charities were helping to support him whilst he got the app to a stage where he felt he could leave it to focus on his own studies. At the tender age of 20 he had the world in the palm of his hand but was also not yet fully set on his path in life.

And yet he was so self-effacing about it all.  Tyler was a deeply humble and kind person. He wasn't motivated by greed or pride or ego.  He did what he did out of love.  That was why people liked him so much.  With his talents and skills he could have been rich, but he preferred to stay out of the limelight and do his thing.

Holly beamed at him. They'd been sweethearts since they were younger, having attended school together.  She was training to be a nurse and as she worked with people with mental health concerns, she saw first hand the positive impact Pax was having on people.  She couldn't have been prouder of her lovely boyfriend.

"It's nothing really," demurred Tyler as he squeezed her hand back.  "I just knocked up an app that brought together a load of stuff people already knew. It's not like I solved world hunger or something."

She shook her head and laughed, "Tyler - you're so humble it's sometimes annoying. Just for once, enjoy your birthday and the fact that you're helping so many lives.  Go open some presents."

Tyler grinned and walking over to the large table where people had left gifts - did as she had suggested. There were presents from his Mom and Dad, Holly obviously and all his friends - including a stupid one from Mark (as usual).  But as he walked down the table, he saw there was a very expensively wrapped present sitting slightly apart from the rest.

It was wrapped in rose gold paper and neatly tied with a satin bow.  A crisp handwritten label said, "A birthday gift from Hyde.Inc."

Tyler rolled his eyes.  These people really weren't giving up. He supposed it made sense that they would want to bribe, or influence him, by sending gifts.  He unwrapped the box and whistled as he saw it was an incredibly expensive product from the top of their line.  A 'Fit Bitch' smart device.  They were obviously really desperate to get him to sell them Pax. Putting the box to one side, he opened his remaining presents and for the time being, thought no more of it.

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"Damn it," cursed Tyler.  "Have you seen my watch?"

It was the next day and Holly was getting ready in the other room to go to work.  It was a common daily ritual that they would both rise in the morning and get ready together. The two of them had moved into a shared apartment a few months ago and it was small and compact, but the rent was at least cheap.  They had discovered that working around each other in the morning almost required them to dance around each other.  Having so many guests at the party yesterday had taxed the living room to its limit. 

Holly had just finished a gym class and was slipping into her nurses uniform, whilst Tyler had just showered and was now hoping to spend a few hours writing an update for Pax.  

Cursing, Tyler rubbed his naked wrist.  He knew it didn't really matter, but he was quite particular about certain things and he liked wearing a watch.  He usually just wore a cheap Casio - but there was now no sign of it and he couldn't find it anywear.

Then he saw the Fit Bitch box on the table.  

Ripping open the packaging, Tyler hesitated.  The watch was fully charged, but it did look quite... feminine. It was rose gold, like the packaging and had a bright pink strap.  He shrugged - he didn't suppose anyone was going to see him wearing it anyway, it was just to have on his wrist whilst he worked.  Besides - he was curious to see how it worked.  He'd heard a lot about these kinds of watch.

Slipping the Fit Bitch onto his wrist, he tightened the strap and turned it on.  The screen booted up and he continued getting ready whilst it connected to his home wifi and performed various other initial set up tasks.  

"Bye babe," shouted Holly from the hallway and he gave her a kiss on the cheek as she went out to work. 

Set up complete.  Calibration complete.  Fit Bitch activated.

Admiring the clarity of the display, Tyler saw that the watch was now monitoring his vital signs. He could flick through various menus and there were options and controls for all sorts of apps and add ons. He'd look at them later.  Right now he needed to finish getting dressed.

He'd laid his pants and clothes out on the bed, and slipping off his towel reached down to pick up his underwear.

Inappropriate clothing.

Pain lanced through Tyler's body.  The hand holding the boxer shorts unclenched as he gasped in agony. His hand felt like it was burning, like his underwear was scalding hot coals to him.  A nausea and revulsion like nothing he had ever known pulsed through him and he was almost sick as he fell to the floor retching.

"What the hell?" he gasped, panting in horror as the pain faded.

He looked down at the Fit Bitch.  There was a message on the screen. "Inappropriate clothing?"

Had the watch made him feel like that?  What the hell?

In a fury he reached down to rip off the watch.

Unauthorised removal.

Tyler screamed.  The pain was a million times worse than before. It was the worst, most horrific feeling he had ever known.  It was suddenly as if the thought of removing, or taking off the Fit Bitch was the worst thing that could ever happen.  Pain burned through his body, his temples pounded. Feelings of nausea and revulsion crawled through his body and he nearly bit off his own tongue as his heart hammered and he convulsed on the floor.

"I won't take it off, please stop!" he screamed.

Compliance rewarded.

The pain was gone.  In an instant it was gone and instead a wave of euphoria and bliss was spreading through Tyler's body.   He suddenly felt relaxed and happy.  He felt euphoric.

The feeling lasted only a moment, then he was back to normal.  Picking himself up, he looked down at the watch on his wrist in horror.  He reached towards his phone.  He needed help, he needed to tell Holly or his Mom or even Mark that he needed help.  Maybe they could remove the watch for him.

Disclosure denied.

This time the pain built gradually, but began to intensify.  As his hand got nearer his phone, as his intent to call for help increased - so did the pain.  He stopped and the pain stopped immediately receding rapidly.  It was like the watch had been showing him what it could do.  He knew that if it wanted to, it could make him feel agony like he had never known.  This time though it had warned him, given him time to alter his behaviour.

"This is insane and unethical," he hissed.  "This is illegal.  This damn thing has enslaved me... or at least it's trying to condition my behaviour somehow.  I have to find a way out of this... and I will!"

Pacing his room, Tyler decided the secret lay in using his computer talents.  He'd find a way to hack the watch and get it to release him.  For now, he'd play along - but as soon as this thing was off his wrist, he was going straight to the police.  Hyde.Inc were finished!

Aware he was still naked, he walked over to his clothes.  Even looking at his boxer shorts gave him a feeling of nausea.  "Fine, I'll have to go commando," he hissed reaching out to take his jeans.

Inappropriate Clothing.

Tyler snatched his hand back.  "What the hell? All my clothing is inappropriate? What the hell am I supposed to wear?"

He began rooting through his wardrobe, but every single item of clothing was flagged inappropriate... until.

"Aha," grinned Tyler as he pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants.

Clothing acceptable.

It was then he realised why.  "Shit, these aren't mine. They must have got mixed in by mistake. They're Holly's - she was looking for these.  Oh my God - it wants me to wear female clothing."

Tyler looked with hatred at the watch.  He could just not wear any clothes he supposed. He picked up the sweat pants to throw them into Holly's room.  The Fit Bitch had other ideas.

Pleasure.  Pleasure throbbed up Tyler's arm as he touched the sweat pants.  They were soft and light grey, high waisted and cut to the female form.  Holding them felt good.  Really good.

Tyler gasped as his dick sprang to attention.  Delicious feelings of pleasure pulsed through his body and without even realising it he began to rub and stroked the pants lovingly.  "Ooooh shit, that feels good. I have to try these on," he gasped struggling to get a leg inside.

Underwear required.

There was no pain this time, but the pleasure began to recede and with a whine Tyler ran into Holly's room.  Pulling open her underwear drawer he saw there were numerous choices. He began to reach for a sensible pair of white cotton briefs, but then as his eyes fell on one of Holly's g-strings, the pleasure suddenly began to intensify.

Now it was even more sexual in nature and his dick throbbed and pulsed. It felt like the best orgasm he'd ever experienced in his life was building and his mind was almost instantly made up.  Grabbing the thong instead of the panties he groaned as he slipped them on.

Slutty clothes bonus activated

Sliding the tracksuit bottoms on, Tyler began to cum.  Only he didn't really.  It felt like he was cumming, but he didn't ejaculate.  And the pleasure didn't abate.  He still had a kernel of horniness inside himself that he couldn't get rid of, an itch that needed to be scratched.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  He supposed he didn't look too bad.  Holly's tracksuit bottoms were gender neutral enough.  Perhaps a little tighter fit and his ass didn't fill them up right.  Now he just needed to find a t-shirt.  Holly had plenty of plain white ones.  Again, they'd fit wrong, but he probably wouldn't look too stupid.

He hoped.

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Walking into the apartment, Holly was surprised to find Tyler home.

She'd known he wanted to work on Pax this morning, but thought he had wanted to go out this afternoon.  Instead he was hunched over his computer, his fingers furiously tapping. He looked like a man possessed.  He also looked strange. She didn't remember him owning he light grey tracksuit bottoms or white t-shirt he was wearing.  In fact... it almost looked like...

"Hey are you wearing my clothes?!?" she asked incredulously.

"Huh, wh... oh Holly, you're home," said Tyler looking up tiredly.  He looked haunted and angry and upset about something.

"Wh... what's wrong?  What's going on?" she asked suddenly worried.

Tyler looked like he wanted to say something, then he suddenly grimaced and his face turned green like he wanted to be sick.

"N...nothing.  It doesn't matter."

"But... but seriously Tyler, what the hell is going on?  Why are you wearing my clothes."

"I told you nothing is fucking going on," he suddenly hissed venomously at her.  "I found these clothes in my washing pile, I was distracted and didn't realise they were yours.  It's not my fault you dress like a boy half the time." 

Tyler had said mean things before when upset, but usually he realised pretty quickly and got embarrassed and calmed down.  This time though, Holly was appalled to see he appeared to be enjoying it.  Worse, he actually seemed to get some sort of thrill of pleasure speaking to her that way.  He actually shivered like he was getting off.

"Tyler, have you taken drugs or something?  You're acting like a psyscho."

"Holly I've had a long difficult day - I really can't explain - but this is not a good day for me. Please stop asking me so many questions and ahhhhhhh," Tyler grimaced suddenly like he was in pain.  "I mean, stop asking me so many questions and leave me alone. I have work to do."

"Fine, fuck you," spat Holly as she turned round with tears in her eyes and stormed out of the apartment. "I'll go see my Mom then and stay at hers tonight - I can't believe you're treating me this way. Something is wrong with you!"

Tyler winced as he heard the door slam.

"FUCK YOU," he screamed at the watch on his wrist.  "I can't believe you made me do that!"

The moment Holly had walked in, he had known there would be trouble.  He'd spent all day trying to hack into the watch, but the encryption on the device was incredible.  It was also monitoring his efforts and blocking his best attempts to hack it properly. 

When Holly had started asking questions he had wanted to tell her everything, beg for her help.  The feeling of nausea had put an end to that.  Worse... once he had started being meaner to her, it had begun to reward him.  It was like the Fit Bitch wanted him to be nasty to Holly.

The worst pain had come when he'd used the word please.  That had been bad.  He looked down at the display.

Unacceptable word.

"Please?  I can't say.... ahhhhhhhh!

The word felt like a coal in his mouth.  Even saying it made his body ache in agony.  "Okay... okay... I won't say it FUCK!"

Swear word encouraged.

Pleasure throbbed Tyler and he gasped as he went from pain to pleasure in an instant.  "FUCK, FUCK, OHHHH FUCK!" he screamed, each time the word left his mouth, the pleasure intensifying.  He began to fake cum again.

"Oh fuck," he gasped after he'd finished orgasming.  "What the hell are you trying to do to me?  Make me mean to my girlfriend and swear more?  Where is this going?"

Turning back to his computer screen - he began to tap away. "I have to find a way to stop this fucking thing..."

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Tyler groaned.  The Fit Bitch was vibrating on his wrist.  It was waking him up.  He'd fallen asleep at his desk, slumped over his computer... his attempts to hack the system still a failure. Now it was 5.30 AM.  What the fuck?

Exercise needed.  Exercise supplies arriving.

There was a knock at the door and Tyler leapt to his feet in astonishment.  Striding over, he yanked the door open to find the corridor empty, but a large cardboard box in his entryway.  Picking it up he walked into the kitchen and ripped it open.  The box was full of more Hyde.Inc technology, including a load of fitness devices designed for body toning and shaping.  There were also sachets of some protein drink and various other work-out supplies.

"What the fuck?" gasped Tyler, not even noticing that the word 'fuck' was now firmly embedded in his lexicon.

Drink protein.  Begin workout.

Picking up a sachet, Tyler groaned as he read the blurb.  "Female enhanced protein supplements... enhanced with advanced hormones to promote healthy growth to give you a bitchy body."

"Oh my God, they're trying to actually turn me into a girl."

Even as he thought about becoming a girl, the wave of pleasure hit him hard.  It was stronger than before... so strong that he groaned in ecstasy.  

Big tits

Tight body

Mean bitch

Drink hormones

Drink hormones

Drink hormones

Tyler gasped as the fit bitch pulsed and vibrated.  Images of hot feminine clothes, bras, panties, tight tops throbbed through his mind as it manipulated the pleasure centres of his brain and made him lust for female things.

Staggering to the sink, Tyler emptied the sachet of powder into a cup and filled it with water. He groaned as he drank the delicious pink liquid it produced, the fit bitch rewarding him with another false orgasm - the strongest he'd ever experienced.

Crawling into the bedroom he saw that Holly still wasn't home - she must still be at her moms.  He tore open her clothes draw and found her work out leggings.  Pulling them on he began to cum again - groaning as the Fit Bitch rewarded him for abandoning the gender neutral tracksuit bottoms and wearing something tighter and sexier.  His cock was rock hard in the clingy leggings as he began to work out.

Complete 50 squats.

Tyler had never exercised so thoroughly in his life as he began the routine. Dressed in his girlfriends super tight clothes he sweated and groaned as he worked out his ass and the pain and pleasure responses of the fit bitch spurred him on.  His stomach gurgled and his head swam as whatever chemicals and hormones was in the protein pulsed round his body.  He felt like he was going to pass out...

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" he moaned.

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Tyler's phone began to ring.  He looked at it in irritation, dropping the razor he was using to shave his body.   He was still aching from the work-out, yet strangely full of energy.  It was 10.30 AM now and the Fit Bitch had made him drink another sachet of the protein mix and go clean himself up in the shower.  Having a smooth, hairless body seemed to please it, so he'd got to work with a razor.

Tyler sighed as he saw it was Holly that was trying to ring him.  

Get rid of her.

He looked down at the message on his Fit Bitch in despair.  The watch clearly wanted him alone and isolated for the time being so it could work on him some more.  He was desperate to ask Holly for help, desperate to beg her for aid - but he knew the Fit Bitch would punish him with pain.

Answering the call, he decided he had no choice but to convince her to stay at her Mom's. But how?

"What do you want?" he asked hesitantly.  He groaned as the watch rewarded him with a pulse of pleasure.

"Tyler.  I... I'm sorry about last night, you were tired and I pushed you too hard. I'm going to come home so we can talk about,"

"Please don't," he said without thinking.

The pain was incredible.  The word 'please' like filth in his mouth.  He had to expunge the pain, he needed the pleasure instead.

"I mean FUCKING don't," he gasped.  The pleasure returned.  Telling Holly to fuck off felt good. It thrilled him in a strange way and made him crave more.  Damn it, the pleasure from the Fit Bitch was so good.  He was starting to get addicted slightly.  His hand began to stroke his cock, almost without realising.

"Tyler, what are you saying?" said Holly in shock.  "Why are you talking to me like this?"

Ejaculation authorised for bitchy responses.

Ejaculation?  It had been days since he'd ejaculated.  The Fit Bitch gave him orgasm after orgasm, but it wouldn't let him cum.  He needed to cum.  Not being able to shoot his load had been frustrating, but now the watch was saying he could cum if he could only rid himself of Holly.

"Listen you dumb bitch," he gasped groaning as his cock got harder and harder and harder.  "I... ahhhh... I don't want to see you.  You've really pissed me off and I need a break from your stupid useless, ohhhh FUCK, idiotic presence... I OHHHH FUCK.... I... just stay away from me!" he screamed, gasping as the pleasure grew and grew.

Pumping his cock like a maniac, Tyler dropped his phone as cum blasted out of his dick and the most powerful orgasm of his life throbbed through his very being.

Ohhhh fuck - why did it feel so good to be evil?

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Tyler had no idea what day it was anymore.  He thought it must be several days since he'd spoken to Holly and he hadn't left the flat since then.  She'd never turned up, just sent some messages about how much she hated him and that he needed help.

He thought maybe his Mom and Dad had come round at some point and tried to get in - but he'd double locked the doors and jammed a chair in the way so no one could get in.  He'd shouted at them to fuck off, and carried on masturbating.  The Fit Bitch wanted him all alone.

He didn't need food or drink anymore - just the protein shakes.  He didn't need do anything except jerk off and use the exercise equipment that Hyde.Inc had provided him. 

Funny thing was his dick seemed to be getting smaller.  He would jerk it for hours now... dressed in Holly's clothes watching the Youtube makeup channels and fashion hauls that the Fit Bitch was forcing him to watch.

From time to time, his hands would go down to Holly's makeup and he would try the techniques on himself.  He was getting pretty good at contouring.  A set of false nails sat ready and waiting.  He groaned as the Fit Bitch gave him a thrill of pleasure at the thought of having them on his hands.  Yesssss, long sexy nails would feel good.

He fondled his chest.  It felt good to rub his boobs - the slowly, swelling tits that were pushing out of his chest and expanding with every protein shake he drank. They were small, but growing in mass the more he exercised and the more he drank.

"Ohhhh fuck, I'm becoming such a slut," he moaned. Saying it sent a throb of pleasure through him. He really was starting to enjoy the transformation now.

It was so hard to resist - to stay sane when your every pleasure and pain response was being used against you.  The orgasms the Fit Bitch could give him were so powerful, he'd begun to crave them. They were like nothing else. He NEEDED those orgasms. 

And the watch was refusing to give them to him now unless his escalated his behaviour.  It was no longer enough to just wear girls clothes - he had to wear Holly's sluttiest outfits. He had to force himself to speak in a high pitched voice.  He had to use words like slut, bitch and whore.  Every now and then he'd try to think of a plan to escape the watch - to free himself from this situation - but then the pain would return.

It was easier not to fight - it was easier to surrender.

And worse... part of him was starting to wonder how far it was going to go and wanting more. Part of him was starting to wonder just what sort of girl he was becoming.  At first he'd thought Hyde.Inc wanted to make him some sort of helpless submissive - but even though the watch had him firmly under control for now, it didn't seem to be encouraging submissive behaviour.

Mean behaviour, yes.  Slutty behaviour... yes.  Bitchy behaviour... definitely.

"Fuck, like OMG - what am I becoming?" he whined in the increasingly bratty voice the Fit Bitch seemed to favour. 

Walking over to the mirror, Tyler realised he hadn't looked at himself properly for days.  The figure looking back at him looked feminine.  She had a toned, plump ass - nicely worked out with wide hips. Her breasts were small... cute and perky.  Pulling up the top he was wearing, Tyler rubbed one and groaned at how it felt.

What would it be like to have big tits? Big slutty teen knockers he could use to get people to do what he wanted.

Walking to the counter he saw there were dozens of sachets of the super enhanced hormones.  A sudden wicked idea entered his head.  He knew he shouldn't... he knew it was insane... but as he thought it, the Fit Bitch made him squirm with pleasure.

"I need bigger tits," he groaned, emptying six packets into one beaker.  The protein shake was thick... sludgy... like pink goop.  Gasping like a whore, he sucked it down... groaning as he felt it flowing into his stomach.  He could almost feel his tits inflating as he did so.

Giggling, Tyler slumped next to the mirror and began to rub his tits, groaning as he did so.  

Good girl.  Big tits are good.

"Ohhhh fuck yesssss," he gasped as he rubbed his increasingly tiny dick.

How many packets of protein could he drink in the next few hours?  He needed those boobs.

He was going to get them.

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Tyler groaned as he sat up and felt the weight of his new heavy boobs on his chest. He no longer knew what day it was.  It felt like he had been in the flat for years, but he knew it was probably less time than that.  After days of pleasure and pain conditioning, the Fit Bitch on his wrist seemed to have stopped. Brushing his long silky hair out of his eyes he crawled through the discarded wrappers of the protein shakes and into the bathroom.  He had to see what this thing had done to him.

His body ached and the horniness he had been afflicted with was fading for the first time in days.  He still felt sexed up - but no longer consumed by a impossible desire to touch himself and masturbate.  It was like the Fit Bitch no longer wanted him trapped in the flat playing with himself.  It was like he was entering another stage.

"Like, what the fuck has this thing done to me," he groaned as he switched on the lights and gasped as he saw his reflection again.

Tyler was gone.  The girl looking back at him was the most beautiful, bitchy, feminine looking girl he had ever seen.  She had tanned flawless skin, a toned body and a beautiful face. She was a Goddess.

He couldn't help but thrill at how beautiful she was.  Could this really be him?  He made Holly look like a total plain Jane.

Physical calibration 90% complete.

Mental Calibration 40% complete.

Subject ready for Stage 2 - Total Bitchification.

"Oh my Gosh," groaned Tyler as he touched himself like he was a mirage.  "This can't be real, I'm Tyler... I'm a boy... this isn't happening."

Inappropriate name.  Inappropriate gender.

Tyler screamed as the pain returned.  He groaned in agony.

"NO!  No I am Tyler... I'm a boy.  I won't let you do this to me."

The pain intensified.

"NO STOP!  Okay!  I... I'm Skylar now.  I'm a girl... I'm a fucking girl!"

Acceptable identity.

"Oh fuck," gasped Skylar as the pain receded. She felt a sudden strange sensation in her crotch.  Looking down she squeaked in shock as she saw that after days and days of shrinking... her cock was entirely gone.  Whatever chemicals, hormones and DNA viral strains the protein shakes contained had finally completed their work.  Skylar had a pussy now.  She really was a girl.

Initiating stage 2. 

Skylar bit her lip anxiously as she looked down at the ominous words on her Fit Bitch and wondered what they meant.  What was Hyde.Inc's end game?  Why were they doing this to her, and what were they going to try and do next?

Sobbing she staggered to her bed and collapsed into it.

Darkness took her.

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Tyler was having a naughty dream.

In his dream a deliciously evil mean girl was bullying his friends and family.  The girl was beautiful - with long sexy brunette hair, a dazzling smile and tanned flawless skin.  She walked with a self-assured dominance - her body barely covered by her tight clingy clothing as she strutted like a Queen amongst her subjects.

Tyler's girlfriend Holly was in the dream, grovelling at the feet of this horny Goddess. For some reason, seeing his girlfriend abasing herself to another woman made him feel turned on and he began to enjoy the dream as he willed the bad girl to dominate his innocent girlfriend. 

"You fucking pathetic loser,"  laughed the hot bitch as she drove her toes into Holly's mouth, "suck my foot like a good slut. Lick off my Goddess sweat." Holly moaned, licking and sucking the girls foot like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

The woman slid her big breasts out of her top and began to play with herself... moaning as she squeezed her perfect breasts and rubbed her own nipples.  "Yes, you're just my fucking toy now bitch - and I love it."  The woman's hands went down to her crotch and she began to finger-fuck herself.

"YESSSS! I love being a fucking bitch!"

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Tyler groaned and opened his eyes blearily.  He was half-awake, half still in the dream - but as sensation returned he could feel the weight of the breasts on his chest - and feel his fingers deep between his legs as he finger fucked his new body and moaned like a whore.  

"Oh my God," he gasped squirming and soaking wet as he realised HE was the girl from the dream and he had been fantasising about dominating Holly whilst masturbating in his sleep.  On his wrist an expensive looking watch beeped and he groaned as he remembered his predicament.

The Fit Bitch had done this to him.

It had only been perhaps a week since his birthday - since Hyde.Inc had delivered the evil watch that had slowly corrupted him into a girl.  Through a mixture of pain and pleasure conditioning it had forced him to act more and more feminine - trying to turn him into Skylar... an evil, busty, bitch.  The mind shattering orgasms and pleasure the watch could deliver had quickly turned Tyler into an addict.  The exercise supplements and drugs the company had followed up with, had rapidly transformed his body too.  He'd exercised, masturbated and conditioned himself till he finally had the body that the Fit Bitch approved of.  He even had a pussy now and his dick was gone forever.  Stage one had been completed - his physical transformation was complete.

Now the watch was moving into Stage Two and he wasn't sure if he could stop it. Nothing felt better than doing what the watch told him to do and he felt nothing but nausea and sickness when he disobeyed it.

Nausea and sickness like the kind that was welling up inside him now.  Tyler's head throbbed... his body ached... he felt like he wanted to tear his skin off... he felt so weak and poorly.  He groaned as the pleasurable sensation of masturbating as a girl faded to be replaced by pain.  "Noooooo," he groaned wanting to cum so desperately, wanting to feel his clit explode.

He knew what the problem was immediately.  He was thinking of himself as Tyler... so long as he was thinking as a male, he would feel bad.  There was only one way to stop the pain... one way to get the pleasure back...

Skylar sighed and her lips twitched into a smile as the nausea faded and the pleasure returned stronger than ever.  "Oooooh fuck, I hate that you make me love this so much," she gasped as she squealed and moaned, playing with her pussy and rubbing her tits till with a final eye-rolling moan she cummed and groaned as she squirted hard.

And with a beep - the Fit Bitch fell off her wrist.

Skylar blinked in surprise and looked down at the watch.  Her fingers still sticky with her cum, she slowly sat up and her pretty mouth dropped open slightly.  "Wh... what?" she gasped, looking down at the evil watch lying next to her.  A message was blinking on the display

2% POWER - PLEASE CHARGE TO BEGIN STAGE TWO

Skylar gasped.  The Fit Bitch had run out of power.  She... she was free!  

Leaping up Skylar whooped. She was no longer enslaved to the evil watch, she was able to make her own choices at last!  This was her chance!

She ran to her phone and picked it up.  Now she would ring the police, tell them everything... there must be a way to force Hyde.Inc to reverse this process and turn her back into Tyler. Surely what they had done to her was illegal?  Surely they could turn her back into a boy?

Nausea welled up in Skylar and she suddenly gagged at the thought of turning back.  The thought of wearing male clothes, of no longer having this hot, beautiful, powerful body made her feel disgusted. What was she doing? She couldn't let anyone take this away from her. 

"Wh... what the fuck is wrong with me?" she groaned clutching her head.

You don't want to turn back into a stupid fucking boy.  You like what the Fit Bitch has done to you.

"Noooooo," moaned Skylar as her own mind turned against her.

Aren't you even curious as to how fucking good stage two could feel?  Why don't we charge up the Fit Bitch and put it back on?  Giving into it will feel SO good.

Walking over to the watch Skylar picked it up.  Part of her wanted to smash it.... part of her wanted to wear it again.  She hesitated as she struggled for control within herself.

Holding the Fit Bitch, Skylar thought about how good it felt when it rewarded her for doing the things it wanted her to do. The surge of pleasure - the explosive orgasms... groaning she slid the watch onto the charging station that had come in the original box and staggered away as it began to power back up.  

It has a fast charge facility.  30 minutes and we can begin stage two. What can we do for 30 minutes?

Skylar knew exactly what she could do.

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Masturbating without the Fit Bitch on just wasn't the same.  Skylar bit her lip and whined like a spoiled slut as she urgently pumped her tight pussy with one of the sex toys she'd acquired during her transformation. It still felt good - but it felt like scratching an itch that wouldn't go away.  She knew that no matter how much she touched herself or masturbated - she'd never reach those orgasmic highs without the Fit Bitch.

But there was more than that to it.  It wasn't just a physical thing anymore.  Skylar knew that the Fit Bitch hadn't just wanted to turn her into a woman. It had been programming her to act and behave a certain way.  It had been making her more and more feminine... but there was more to it than that.

The watch had seemed keen to punish her for kind or considerate actions. It had encouraged her to swear... to be selfish... to be mean.  It wanted her to be evil and that was somehow such a turn on.

She groaned as she suddenly got wetter.

Skylar gasped as the orgasmic feelings her body had become addicted to began to return.  As she thought about being bad, about doing naughty, cruel, evil things - the pleasure increased. 

"YES," she hissed grinning and spreading her legs wider.  "Ohhhh FUCK!  That feels good."

Skylar began to fantasize about her best-friend Mark.  He was in a loyal and committed relationship with his girlfriend Ashley.  It would be so easy to seduce him... make him cheat on Ashley... turn him into HER simp.

"OH FUCCCCCK," gurgled Skylar her eyes rolling up into her head at the thought of making Mark kneel between her legs and eat her out.  With a scream, she began to cum imagining ejaculating all over his face whilst Ashley sat in the corner handcuffed to a chair and sobbing.

Skylar screamed and bucked, moaning as she squirted like a fountain - images of using a Fit Bitch on Holly to turn her into an obedient slave - of taking the technology from the Fit Bitch and merging it with her own program Pax to create an app that could allow her to control people filled her horny mind and her body rewarded her with pleasure.

Then it was done and she was left panting and wet on the bed.

Dropping the dildo, Skylar shivered and groaned.  She felt like sobbing too... how could she think such evil and depraved thoughts?  But now she'd thought them, they were burned in her mind.

Pax.... how could she have forgotten about Pax?  That was what this was all about.  Hyde.Inc had wanted to buy the mental health app from her - now she was beginning to suspect why.  Their company were clearly looking for ways to further weaponise this conditioning technology.  Skylar was horrified to realise, in her mind she'd begun to look for (and realise) ways it could be done.

But only a truly evil, spiteful, self-centered ego-maniac would do something so unethical.

The thought made her pussy almost instantly wet again.

"Nooooo, what the fuck is wrong with me," she groaned - hating herself for her depraved thoughts.

It's only natural to resist what we truly want.  The feelings of guilt will pass as we accept what we truly are.  We're only fighting this because it goes against everything we once believed.  But we should just admit we WANT to become more evil because it feels so good.

"No... no we... I don't want to become evil."

YES we do. Put the Fit Bitch back on and let it continue our corruption.  That way we can pretend we were forced... that this wasn't really what we wanted.  Give into it.

Skylar suddenly heard an insistent beeping.  The Fit Bitch was fully charged again and it was waiting for her to wear it.  

What was she going to do?

You know exactly what you're going to do. It's time to start Stage 2.

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Sliding the Fit Bitch around her wrist, Skylar groaned like an addict getting a hit of their chosen drug as she tightened the strap and felt it bond with her body again.  "Fuck, I missed you," she purred - realising she was now just as addicted to the watch that had ruined her as she was to this new body it had given her.

Last time she'd worn the watch not knowing what it was, what it could do.  This time she was putting it on willingly... she just needed to feel its control over her again.  She wanted to experience Stage Two.  What else was she going to do now it had made her like this?

Calibrating.

Good morning Skylar.  Beginning Stage 2.

Your Bitchness goal for today is to achieve at least 100 points towards bitchifying yourself.

"Bitchness goals?" mused Skylar as she read the scrolling text on the screen.  

Completing ultra-feminine, selfish, slutty and mean actions will award points.  You must achieve enough points to hit your daily target.

Skylar saw she now had a 'bitchiness' counter on the watch.  It was currently on 0.  Experimentally, she walked over to the bed and picked out a pink bikini set - the sluttiest one that Holly had owned.  Pulling her big heavy tits inside the cups of the binki and squeezing her tanned, perfect ass into the lower half - she grinned as she saw she'd achieved bitchiness points for her choice of outfit.

Wearing makeup... shaving her body... putting on perfume.  All awarded points.  Speaking in a slutty voice... swearing... rolling her eyes.  They all would reward points now.  The spoiled bitchy behaviour the watch had started to program into her during stage 1 now needed to be reinforced. 

But that alone wouldn't be enough. To hit her daily target, Skylar was going to need to up the ante. 

You wanna become a bitch so badly now don't you?  You know it's wrong, but it feels so fucking good to imagine every last drop of empathy being squeezed out of your tight new body as you become totally evil and self-obsessed. We're going to hit those targets and we're going to enjoy every last second.

Skylar groaned as her pussy got wet and she reached out to grab her phone as she played with herself. Even as she began to message - the bitch counter on her Fit Bitch began to increase...

This was going to be fun...

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Holly was in a complete state.  Her hair was a mess, her face red with crying.  She wiped her running nose on her sleeve whilst next to her Mark shifted uncomfortably on his seat.  He wasn't sure what to say to her as they sat in his living room, but lukily his girlfriend Ashley was.  She hugged Holly and stroked her hair, comforting the distraught other woman.

It was a few days since Tyler had seemingly kicked Holly out of the apartment and she'd been a broken woman since.  With nowhere else to stay - Mark and Ashley had told her she could stay with them for a few days.  They'd all tried ringing or contacting Tyler - family members and friends had even gone round and banged on the door - but they'd all been denied entry. 

"He told me to go fuck myself, he said he wanted to break up.  Why would he say such horrible mean things?  And his voice... what was wrong with his voice? He sounded... like a girl! I caught him wearing my clothes as well.  I don't understand what is happening to him.  He was so happy at his birthday party."

"I don't know babe.  Maybe he's having a mental breakdown?  He's been working so hard on that computer app of his, maybe he's losing his mind?"

Mark felt his phone suddenly vibrate and pulling it out of his pocket, he gasped in excitement.

"Holy shit - Tyler just messaged.  'Come to the apartment alone - I can explain everything, we need to talk!'

Holly looked at him in surprise,  "Are you going to go?"

Mark nodded, "Yes. This could be my one chance to talk some sense into him and find out what the fuck is going on.  You stay here and I'll go confront Tyler and have it out with him. Tell Ashley when she gets back that I won't be long."

"Maybe I should come with you?" whimpered Holly.

"No... not yet.  Let me talk to him first and then if that goes well, I'll message you to come over."

"Okay... good luck."

Holly grabbed Mark and hugged him.  He stroked her hair and gently took her face in his hands. "Don't worry, it's going to be okay. Tyler is the kindest, nicest guy I know.  I don't know what the hell is happening to him, but whatever it is - he'll beat it.  He loves you - I know he does, and that's all that matters."

"I hope you're right," sobbed Holly.

"I know I'm right," said Mark with conviction as he grabbed his car keys and walked out with a determined expression on his face.

Holly watched him go - a spark of hope in her breast.

Sometimes a spark was all you needed.

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Knocking on the door, Mark felt his heart leap as he heard bolts slide back and the door slid open.

"Hiya Mark."

He goggled at the sexy girl standing in the doorway.  She was tanned and toned - her entire body smooth and perfect.  She wore an expensive looking e-watch on her wrist and her soft silky hair tumbled down around her shoulders.  Her body was barely covered up - a bright lime green bikini set barely holding her massive tits under control - her plump round ass prominently on show.  Soft pouty lips curved into an amused smile as she saw his reaction.

"It's me... Tyler."

She winced as she said the name, almost as if saying it hurt her.  "Ple.. please call me Skylar though, it's my new name. I can't use my old one anymore, I'm not allowed."

"Not allowed - is this some sort of joke?" asked Mark in shock, "Where's the real Tyler?  What the hell is he playing at?"

"It IS me Mark," whispered Skylar almost shyly,  "I've changed... I've been changed... I... please come in and I'll explain."

Mark walked into the apartment following the strange girl.  It looked like a hurricane had hit it. There were empty cardboard boxes full of discarded protein shakes - girls clothing strewn everywhere and no one had bothered to tidy up for days. 

"What the hell happened here?" asked Mark in shock as Skylar sat down on the sofa and made him sit next to her.

Holding up her wrist, Skylar looked sadly at Mark.  "You've got to help me Mark.  It's this watch.  It's transformed me.  I can't take it off and it's fully in control of my actions.  It made me become a girl and now it wants me to be bad. I'm frightened as to what it will make me do next."

Skylar explained to Mark what had happened over the last few days.  She was at great pains to make it clear that she wasn't in control of her actions - that the watch was forcing her to do all of this.  Mark was shocked - but as he listened and she told him things that only Tyler would remember or know, he began to believe.  Seeing evidence of his old friend inside this slutty new body made him feel sick.

"Hyde.Inc have to pay for this. We have to go to the police..."

Skylar screamed - moaning, she clutched her stomach and gasping writhed in agony on the sofa.

"Tyler... I mean Skylar... whatever you're called... what's wrong?"

"Aggghhh, the watch is punishing me for even thinking of going to the police.  It gives me pain when I try to do things it doesn't like."

"It's okay - we won't go to the police - we won't!"

Skylar stopped writhing and with a sob sat up.  "Oh thank you Mark."

"We need to get it off you - then we can do something, why don't I just remove it?"

"NO!" snapped Skylar, strangely sounded worried for a moment.  "I uhhhh, it will hurt me if you try. No - the only way to get it off me is to do what it wants so it deactivates and I can take it off."

"Okay," said Mark.  "And what do you have to do to get it off?"

"You have to let me get YOU off," smirked Skylar. "You have to let me suck your cock."

************************************

Skylar wanted to giggle insanely at the expression on Mark's face - he was in total shock. It was all she could do not to laugh and give the game away.  She was proud of her acting skills so far.  She sounded completely plausible as the friend in trouble who needed help.

Well after all - isn't that the truth?

Well yes - except she'd said nothing about having already got the Fit Bitch off and then voluntarily putting it on.  She'd also lied about the pain - the Fit Bitch hadn't punished her once since she put it back on. It knew her lies and deceit were intended to manipulate Mark and had actually been rewarding her.  It had been hard not to groan in pleasure when she was supposed to be in pain. The Fit Bitch had made her feel so good about lying to her friend.

Lying is good... it's worth lots of bitch points.  You love being a naughty little liar.

Tyler would never have lied... he hated people who made things up.  Skylar though... she loved it. It felt good to lie, to say hurtful things. As poison dripped from her lips - the Fit Bitch would reward her.  She was starting to enjoy how depraved it was making her.

NO!

A sudden pang of guilt throbbed through her as she saw the pain and hurt in Mark's eyes.  This wasn't some random person - this was her best-friend.

"What?  Why would you say something like that to me?  How can that possibly be something you need me to do?"

For an instant Skylar wanted to apologise - say sorry. She wanted to tell Mark that this was all a trick, all a game and things had nearly gone too far.  She opened her mouth to speak.

A wave of nausea flooded through her.  She felt her stomach cramp.  This time the Fit Bitch really was punishing her.  Looking down at her wrist, she gasped in panic as she saw she was LOSING bitch points.

Stop being so pathetic and get your mouth round this losers cock.  Once you're sucking him off, he'll be putty in your hands.  We'll easily hit our bitch point target for the day.

Skylar felt a wave of Euphoria and evil flood through her at the thought of making Mark cheat with her. She shivered as her pussy got wet and the Fit Bitch manipulated her pleasure and pain centres, making her want to be bad... to be evil.

Fuck yeah... being bad feels so good.  I love what this fucking watch is doing to me?  Why was I even hesitating a moment ago?

"Oh Mark," sighed Skylar in mock anguish.  "If there was any other way I'd take it.  I know what I'm asking you to let me do is wrong and depraved and wicked - but if it helps me get this damn watch off - you'll save me.  Ashley never has to know.  We can say that you came round, helped me get off the watch and then we can find a way to turn me back to normal."

"I... I don't know," muttered Mark as Skylar reached over and with her painted nails began to rub at his crotch.

"Oh come on, it's not like it will be that bad.  I mean... look at me.  Look at my tits. I'm fucking hot Mark - much hotter than Ashley. Don't you wanna know how it feels to have your cock in my mouth?  Between my big tits?"

Mark groaned as Skylar unzipped his fly and giggled as his swelling cock popped out of the slit.  Taking it in one hand, she cooed and sliding onto her knees in front of him, licked the tip.  "Mmmmmmh," purred Skylar tasting precum and feeling the cock twitch.  Sure - she'd never sucked cock before, but as she felt the Fit Bitch pulse and reward her with pleasure - she knew she must be doing something right.

Being bad is good.  Making boys your toys is fun.

A warm feeling flooded through Skylar as with a horny sigh she began to stroke her hand up and down on Mark's cock and took the head of his dick into her wet pink mouth.  He looked down through guilty eyes at the gorgeous slut sucking him off began to go deeper and deeper with wet gargling sounds.

"Oh fuck, this is so wrong.  We shouldn't be doing this."

Yes we should.  I love cheating on that bitch Holly and Ashley is nothing compared to me. Mmmmh this feels so fucking good.

"Tyl... Skylar... stop... I've changed my mind," groaned Mark - but she ignored him and just took his cock deeper.  His hands reached down to grasp her head - pull her off... but as his hands slid into her silky hair he just found that he was using his hands to help move her head up and down on his cock.  It just felt too good to stop.

"Ohhhh fuck, Skylar... ohhh yes, suck my dick."

Pulling her head off with a wicked smile - pumping his cock to keep it hard, Skylar looked at him with twinkling eyes.

"Suck my dick... what?  What am I Mark... say it."

"Suck my dick you little fucking slut," moaned Mark and Skylar squealed in pleasure. 

Yessss, when he calls me a slut it makes me feel so good.  I LOVE this!

Mark had never been harder. His cock was rock solid and as Skylar squeezed his balls he grunted in ecstasy. Giggling she pulled her head off his dick and began to suck his balls instead.

"Mmmmh, help me get more bitch points - tell me what I am Mark."

He groaned as she popped his balls into his mouth, her nails tickling the head of his dick.

"Y...you're a bitch."

Yes!  Yes.. when he says it, it feels like it's changing me... making me into who I want to be.

"You can do better than that Mark - come on."

"Y..you're a fucking bitch.  A dirty, little slut."

YES YES I AM!

Skylar could feel her watch buzzing and vibrating.  The Fit Bitch was rewarding her, flooding her body with serotonin as it made her enjoy every moment of this.  She shuddered and moaned in pleasure, her pussy was so fucking wet now she could barely stand it.

"That's right Mark.  I'm a fucking bad bitch, and you love it don't you?"

Glancing at her watch, Skyler grinned as she saw she had already smashed her bitch points target for the day.  This was too easy.  

She began to pump and stroke Mark's cock with her sexy hands, using both of them whilst making eye contact. 

"I want you to know something Mark," she smiled. 

"I lied to you earlier.  I lied about the watch.  It isn't stuck on my wrist - in fact, I think I can remove it anytime I like now.  I put it back on because I like what it's doing to me.  Bit by bit it's destroying that loser Tyler and making him into ME.  I'm not quite finished yet - but I already know what kind of girl I want to be. "

Mark gasped as Skylar's hands increased in speed.  She spat on his cock - her hands pumping up and down with confident strokes - her incredible face with their cruel sexy eyes staring into his.

"I want to be the most evil, selfish, slutty and hot bitch I can possibly be.  I want to become so vain and mean that all I care about is me.  I want to have money, power and sex.  I want to be a fucking bitch Mark.  I will have the bitchiest body and the bitchiest mind of any girl in this city.  I will take everything that was Tyler's and make it mine."

Yes... soon that's exactly who I will be.

"N...noooo," groaned Mark realising he'd been tricked but unable to stop Skylar from giving him pleasure. "I'll stop... you."

"No you won't Mark.  You're just going to cum for me.  You're going to fucking cum all over my slutty face."

"Uggghhhh you evil... fucking... bitch," moaned Mark.

YESSS! Keep saying it Mark.  I love how it makes me feel when you call me evil.  Fuck, but it feels so GOOD!

"Yes, that's right Mark... I'm evil... but you're still going to cum for me. Cum for me now... fucking CUM FOR ME!"

"OHHH SHIT!"

Mark screamed - his cock spasming as it began to blast out hot spurts of white cum.  They splashed and landed on Skylar's giggling face as she frantically pumped him and squeezed his balls, milking him for every drop.

"HAHAHA! Oh doesn't it feel good Mark?"

He gasped, spasming and clawing at the sofa - the most intense orgasm he could ever remember having pulsing through his body and making him arch his back.  Then it was done... his cock still in Skylar's hand, cum leaking out and dripping onto the sofa.

Mark was spent - but now his sexual urges were satisfied - he was free of Skylar's manipulative control for a moment.  Groaning he began to sit up.  This evil bitch had used him, but now he was going to deal with the situation.

*Snap*

He felt something snap around his wrist - cold and metallic in parts, rubbery in others.  Bemused he looked down to see that Skylar had take off her Fit Bitch and had put it on his wrist.

"What the hell?" he gasped as she stood up and laughing licked up a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth.

"Stage Two is complete Mark - I don't need to wear my Fit Bitch now.  The pleasure and pain responses it has gifted me are burned into my brain. I've been fully bitchified and there's no going back.  I will experience pleasure when I do evil and bad things and pain if I try to be good or turn back into Tyler.  It's just part of who I am now."

"You pyscho bitch... I'm not going to let you get away with this..."

Mark screamed as sudden agony washed through every limb and fibre of his being.  He screamed and writhed as pain like nothing he had ever experienced lanced through his body.  It felt like he was being skinned alive.

OBEY SKYLAR.  WORSHIP GODDESS

The Fit Bitch on his wrist was beeping and pulsing - sending him a message he couldn't ignore. 

Leaning down, Skylar laughed as she stroked his head and shushed him.

"Shhhhhhh, don't fret my pet.  The conditioning hurts at first, but you'll soon come to love it.  You'll experience only pleasure and rapture when you do things that please me.  If you go against my wishes or my interests - then you'll feel pain."

"Wh... what are you doing?  Ty...Tyler please," whimpered Mark.

"Tyler is gone silly boy," giggled Skylar.  "I understand now what Hyde.Inc wants me to do. The technology in Pax can be weaponised in the same way the Fit Bitch works.  Using pain and pleasure... suggestion and conditioning - I can make people do whatever I want and change them, just like I've been changed."

Standing up Skylar strutted over to the window and gazed out onto the city.  "Thousands of people just waiting to use Tyler's lovely app to help them in their lives.  Imagine what a Goddess who wants the world to worship her could do with power like that?  Doesn't it make you fucking horny Mark?"

"N...no... please... it's not too late," whimpered Mark as the pain subsided and he slowly rose from the floor.

"Oh but it is," smirked Skylar.  "Far too late for you at any rate. I already know what I have to do.  Stage Three is about to begin and it's time for me to go from helpless victim of the Fit Bitch into it's true Mistress.  But first I'm going to need to test out my theories and I'm going to need a henchman to serve my needs.  With a little conditioning, you will be perfect."

Advancing on Mark - Skylar began to laugh as he backed away at the ruthless emptiness behind her eyes.  He bumped up against the wall and groaned as she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.  The pleasure this time was ten times stronger, the watch intensifying the sensations... making him want to do whatever Skylar asked him too. 

Seeing him moaning in ecstasy and falling under her control, Skylar smiled and leaned in close. "Don't worry Mark - in a few hours time you'll be just as excited about my plans as I am. You're going to love what I turn you into.  You're going to help me deal with Holly and that slut Ashley.  She's not your girlfriend anymore... I AM.  From now on, you're all mine."

She stopped stroking his cock and he groaned, desperately gasping as he willed the pleasure to return.

"Ple... please don't stop, oh fuck it feels amazing."

"Then say it Mark. Say it and I'll finish you off."

"I... I... I'm all yours."

And as Skylar pumped his dick with a huge grin on her face and Mark began to cum again - her mind filled with evil thoughts and desires as she thought about just how delicious Stage Three was going to be.

"Good boy. Now get the car, we have things to do."

*****************************

The car-radio was playing some dumb bitchy tunes as Mark sat and waited nervously for his Goddess to return. It was Skylar's favourite station, but he hated it.  Seeing as that she wasn't here, he reached out to change the channel.

INCORRECT RESPONSE.  MISTRESSES TASTES ARE NOW YOUR TASTES

Pain burned through Mark's body as the Fit Bitch on his wrist sent waves of agony through him and he screamed.  He dropped his arm and hugged himself whilst the pain receded. Damn it, he'd forgotten for one moment that even when Skylar wasn't here - she was still pulling the strings.  She was in control.

He began to sob.

It was only a few days since Skylar had seduced him at the apartment and taken over his life.  She'd turned him into her slave and the worst bit was the conditioning was starting to become natural.  Try as he might to fight it, the watch on his wrist was using pleasure and pain to program him into the perfect pet.  

He patted nervously at his pockets.  He wished he still had his mobile phone - Skylar had taken that from him, along with his wallet.  He wondered whether Holly had contacted the police - whether she had tried to do anything to find him when he didn't return. He thought about his girlfriend Ashley.

ASHLEY IS PATHETIC - YOU HATE HER.

Mark heaved as the inadvertent thoughts of his girlfriend caused the Fit Bitch to activate and make him feel sick and nauseous . The fucking thing could read his mind.  Desperately he thought of Skylar instead... her perfect body, her soft skin... the feel of her lips on his cock.  At once disgust turned to pleasure.

YOU LOVE SKYLAR. SHE IS YOUR GODDESS

He groaned happily and knew that for all that he hated it, this conditioning was working. He already associated Ashley with feelings of disgust and he adored Skylar. It was getting harder and harder not to just want to serve her willingly.

He wondered what was taking her so long.  She'd been inside Hyde.Incs headquarters for nearly an hour now, leaving him waiting in the car like a dog.  An obedient dog... he was Skylar's bitch and he knew it.

The Fit Bitch rewarded him at that mental thought.  The more subservient and worshipful he was of his Goddess, the better it made him feel.

GOOD BOY, GOOD BOY.

He moaned and lay back thinking of his Mistress and how eager he was to serve her.

He couldn't wait for Skylar to get back...

*********************************************

Skylar felt no nervousness or concern as she sat in the board-room and sipped on the excellent coffee the cringing intern had brought her.  Her lips curved into a cruel smile as she saw the beaten cur back out of the room - the Fit Bitch on his wrist clearly responsible for his obedient behaviour.  It made her wet to see another broken boy and a desire to intensify her conditioning of Mark grew in her.

Patience.. it was only a few days since she started and he was coming along nicely. This man had probably been conditioned over weeks, maybe even years.

Skylar was everything Tyler had once been - intelligent, clever, perceptive and mentally-agile; but now married to the body of a mega-bitch and with the limitless desire to dominate and do evil.  Being an evil slutty bitch was her overriding desire - she no longer felt lesser emotions such as fear or anxiety.  Skylar knew that she was better than everyone else, and nothing would stop her.  Not even Hyde.Inc.

She'd been made this way by this very companies products - their evil conditioning watch and their hormone laced protein products.  She had been reborn thanks to Hyde.Inc and now she wanted answers.

"As you have noticed, we don't allow men to have any power here," purred a soft voice causing her to turn in her chair, "they either become female much as you did - or they become enslaved."

A woman had entered the room - obviously important. She wore a very expensive business suit and had blonde hair with attractive features.  Skylar had met her before - a long time ago when she had been Tyler and this bitch had tried to buy her software from her.

"I remember you," she purred rising to shake hands with the other woman.  "You're Erica."

The other woman smiled tightly, the two of them circling each other warily like cats.  Skylar could see immediately this women was like her - but that made her dangerous.  Erica was clearly bright, focused, devious and cruel. 

"You're the owner of Hyde.Inc?"

Erica laughed, "Oh no - I'm pretty important but I'm not the owner. No - she prefers to work though other people. I'm her closest confidant though - so you can be assured if you're speaking to me, you are talking to someone with full authority to act."

"I see," said Skylar warily.  "Let's not waste time. Your company sent Tyler all those products to turn him into me. Your little Fit Bitch unleashed his deepest darkest desires and allowed me to form.  But why?  To turn me into your slave? So I would sell Tyler's software to you?"

Erica grinned, "Well of course my darling.  When Tyler refused to cooperate with us and like some damn fool began using his mental health software for free, we realised we needed to stop him.  Pax is now downloaded onto millions of devices and with a little adjustment, a positive mental health app can become the perfect tool to program millions of minds.  We are happy to give you what you need to develop it further and... weaponise it."

"Why... why help me obtain such power?" mused Skylar warily. "You know I'll just use it to help myself and get what I want. I'm not sharing anything with Hyde.Inc."

"We don't expect you to share anything. My boss is moving on to head up - other projects.  She's been looking for a successor to become CEO of the company and has decided it should be you."

"Me?  Why doesn't she want you to run the company?"

"I have other tasks to perform more suited to my interests.  You on the other hand would be perfect to run this company and develop it's mind controlling technology further."

Skylar mused this over, "Okay - I'll bite - let's discuss the details of what you're proposing..."

Ercia smiled and pressed a button.  Another pretty young woman with a warm smile entered the room carrying a series of folders.  "I prepared the documents just as you wanted Erica," she grinned.

"Thank you Cookie," smiled Erica to Skylar, "She's my assistant from Norway - incredibly efficient, in fact this place would fall apart without her. We all have little nicknames for each other here."

"Whatever," scowled Skylar, "Just show me the details..."

The two women sat down to begin discussing their deal.

***********************************************

Skylar's head was whirling with possibilities as she exited the building an hour later.  She giggled as she slid the contract she'd signed into her bag and looked at the building behind her.  "All this is fucking mine now!" she gloated, pleased at the rush it gave her to know that in a month she would be pulling a seven figure salary and have all these people working under her.

She couldn't believe Erica had just given the company to her.  Skylar was now a 20 year old CEO with all the wealth and power of Hyde.Inc behind her. The mysterious owner of the company continued to maintain a large portion of the shares, but the rest was hers.  She wasn't sure what kind of game was being played here, but she didn't care. Now she could focus on merging the technology of her own discovery Pax with the Fit Bitch and other products produced by HER company.

Walking over to her car, she reflected that she'd have to buy a model more suited to an all powerful bitch like her soon. Perhaps a Bentley or a Porsche?

Her pussy was wet and she felt so fucking horny - her pouty lips twitched into a mean smile as she saw Mark sitting obediently in the car.

Sliding into the front seat, she slid it back as far as it would go and wiggled her daisy dukes down to show her tight shaven pussy. She giggled for a moment, remembering how she used to have a worthless dick down there - thanks to her transformation, that wasn't an issue anymore.

"Eat me out bitch," she laughed, grabbing Mark's head and forcing him down into the foot-well.  He barely fit, even with the seat all the way back and awkwardly got to work as Skylar gripped his hair with her manicured fingers and forced his head down into her dripping pussy.

"Mmmmmh, eat me out loser - serve your Mistress!"

The Fit Bitch on Mark's wrist beep as it detected a work-out going on and began to monitor his life-signs.  SATISFY YOUR MISTRESS - GOOD BOY, it flashed and Mark groaned as he was given a reward for pleasuring Skylar.

"You're going to be such an obedient boyfriend by the time I'm finished with you," groaned Skylar playing with her tits and not caring who saw them through the car window.  "Ooooooh fuck, I have so many nasty plans to carry out... you're going to love what comes next baby.  Make Goddess cum and then drive me home, I have some upgrades to make to my software..."

Skylar began to moan as Mark licked her clit - it felt so fucking good to be the Mistress.

*****************************

"Ma'am, please calm down and repeat that again.  Your boyfriend has been kidnapped?"

Ashley's mascara was smeared and she wrung her hands together as the desk-sergeant in front of her tried to make sense of her hysterical sobs.  She was shaking with stress and hadn't eaten in two days.

"Ye....yes. He... he's been kidnapped by my friend Tyler... only... we don't know if Tyler is still Tyler and we haven't seen either of them for days. We think Tyler is holding Mark hostage we..."

Ashley realised how crazy it all sounded even as she tried to explain.  For three days she and Holly had been searching the neighbourhood. They'd tried everywhere they could think of, but they hadn't been able to find either of the guys.  

BUZZZZZZ, BUZZZZZZZ.

Ashley was suddenly distracted by her phone vibrating.  Checking it in case it was Mark, she saw to her disappointment it was just one of her apps automatically updating.  Wait... it was the PAX mental health app.  Like all of Tyler's friends, she'd installed the app to help him test the software - but if it was updating that means that Tyler must be releasing a new version.

UPDATING SOFTWARE - INSTALLING NEW PAX SOFTWARE TO BLUE-TOOTH DEVICES. HEADPHONES AND WATCH UPDATING...

Ashley gasped as her expensive smart-watch began to buzz too.  What the fuck?  Tyler's software was leapfrogging to all her connected blue-tooth devices.  Her watch was being over-written with some sort of alternative software.

FIT BITCH V.1.1 INSTALLATION COMPLETE.

Her watch beeped and rebooted with a screen and a set-up she'd never seen before.  What the fuck was going on?

Then her phone began to ring.  It was Mark's number.

"Miss - Miss are you okay?" said the desk sergeant impatiently. He was old-fashioned and found all these smart devices tiresome.  He also didn't have much time for time-wasters and that felt very much the case today.

"Wait, please - it's him. It's Mark.  I have to take this."

Walking away from the desk, Ashley took a deep breath and answered.  "Mark?"

"Hello Ashley," purred a woman's voice.  "I'm afraid Mark is busy right now... but I thought I'd say hi.  I'm Skylar.  Hey, are you enjoying your visit to the police station?"

"What?  Who the fuck are you? Where's Tyler... where's Mark?  Wait - how did you know I'm at the police station?"

"Tyler is gone loser and Mark is MINE now bitch.  As for how I know where you are, thanks to the watch you're wearing I now know everything about you.  I know how fast your heart is beating, your exact location, where you've been today... EVERYTHING."

Ashley looked down at her wrist.  The software update...  it had to be something to do with that. She gasped in horror and went to rip off the watch.

"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Ashley screamed as the pain blasted through her. It was the worst pain she'd ever felt - crippling and soul-destroying. Waves of nausea rose through her and every nerve was agony.  She thrashed as the desk sergeant gave a cry and ran around to check on her.

Through the ringing in her ears Ashley could just about hear Skylar still speaking.

"Get rid of this fool and get out of the station. I can make the pain even worse if you disobey. If you try to tell him what's happening, I'll burn out every nerve in your body and you'll be in agony forever. Ring me back on this number when you're done."

The phone clicked off and Ashley groggily pulled herself up from the floor where she'd fallen.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she whimpered as the desk-sergeant helped her to her feet. "It was just the shock of hearing Mark - I've not eaten properly for days or slept.  I need to go meet him, thanks for your help - but everything is fine now."

The desk-sergeant wasn't sure, but Ashley managed to talk him round and in minutes was stood outside the station, shaking in fear. She walked to her car and got in, ringing Mark's number and waiting for it to answer.

"Hello again Ashley.  That little demonstration was most useful wasn't it," purred Skylar's satisfied voice.  "Do you understand the power I hold over you now?  To be honest, I wasn't sure my little software update would work.  I wasn't sure an average smart-watch would contain the necessary technology to implement the control algorithms - but it turns out Hyde.Inc have been sneaking propriety hardware into their competitors smart devices. They just needed someone with a genius for software engineering to make it work... and I did it. It only took me 24 hours, I really am a genius."

Skylar laughed and Ashley felt a chill run down her spine.

"Not every smart watch or phone has the needed upgrades yet, but I estimate there are millions of devices world wide by now and certainly you and all our friends have them.  All it takes is a little software update by me, and I can transform your once harmless watch into a Fit Bitch.

"Whhh, what do you want you bitch?" screamed Ashley.

"Why my dear. I want to test my upgrades.  At the moment I've only upgraded your app - but in approximately a week I intend to activate a general release that will turn millions of users smart-devices into Fit Bitches under my control.  Then I will truly become a Goddess.  Now listen carefully - drive to this address and don't tell anyone where you are going.  If you do - the Fit Bitch will activate and you'll be in SO much pain.  Also, you'll learn that doing what I want makes you feel good.  Really good. Do you understand.  If so, say 'Yes Mistress.'" 

"Yes," whimpered Ashley and she immediately felt a growing stab of pain.

"I mean yes Mistress."  As she said the word Mistress, Ashley suddenly felt a wonderful feeling of release and pleasure. Her nipples tingled and her pussy throbbed and she felt such delicious pleasure.  As the feeling receded, she found she wanted to say Mistress again - just to feel that pleasure.

"Haha, it's time for us to meet in person. Don't be long."

**************************************************

The hotel suite was large and spacious - a penthouse apartment. Ashley felt her heart in her mouth as she knocked on the door and it opened to reveal her tormenter. She gasped as she caught sight of Skylar. She was beautiful, with a tight tempting body and a perfect wicked smile.  She walked with a bitchy, self-assured confidence and made Ashley feel small instantly.

"Hello Ashley. I'd say nice to meet you, but we have met before. Of course - I was a different person then."

"Wh.... I don't understand," whimpered Ashley as she walked in demurely... feeling a threatening buzz from her wrist every time she even tried to think about violence towards Skylar.

"Haha - haven't you worked it out loser, I used to be that pathetic idiot Tyler."

Ashley was stunned.  It couldn't be true - it just couldn't.  Except - now she looked more closely, she could see that perhaps there was something in those beautiful features that was familiar.  "No... you can't be him. Tyler was the kindest, most loyal, most selfless person I ever met!"

"Haha, and I'm the meanest, bitchiest, most selfish slut you'll ever encounter Ashley," purred Skylar. "Ohhhh you have NO idea how fucking good it felt to destroy Tyler and make him into me.  I cummed SO fucking hard as he died and I replaced him.   He's gone now and I'm in charge."

"No - there must be some part of Tyler left in there. Please - it isn't too late."

"Oh it is Ashley.  At least - it's far too late for you.  You're my fucking slave now and soon you'll enjoy it, just like Mark is starting to."

"Where is he?"  

"Oh, he's out doing some errands. I don't want you two to meet until I've had a chance to test my latest innovation.  You see - when I started playing around with PAX and working out how to corrupt an average smart watch - I also started to play around with other blue-tooth devices.  Now it's time to test that too.  Put on your blue-tooth headphones."

"No, I won't," stammered Ashley. "I won't let you experiment on me any..."

YOU MUST OBEY MISTRESS, flashed her watch.

The pain was intense and Ashley groaned in agony.  "Ahhhh - okay. I'll do it."

Reaching into her handbag she found her earphones and shakily inserted them.  Skylar grinned and picking up her own phone pressed a button.

Ashley winced as a wash of sound - strange static and high pitched whining flooded her ears.  Swooning she fell onto the bed, jerking as her nervous system was overwhelmed by sound.

Then she heard Skylar's voice.

I am a bitch...  I am an evil spoiled brat. I want to be just like Skylar. 

Ashley groaned as her Fit Bitch began to send pulses of pleasure and the hypnotic voice intensified.

I want Skylar to become more powerful. She is my bestie - I love sharing my boyfriends cock with her. We are total bitches together.

"Nooooooooo," she whimpered - but the voice was powerful and when she listened to it and accepted what it was saying - pleasure pulsed through her body.

I am Skylar's friend. I am a bitch. I am evil.

"I... am... a bitch..." groaned Ashley, her hand slipping down to her panties as her resistance crumbled and her eyes rolled up into her head as she entered a hypnotic trance.  Watching with curiosity, Skylar smirked and increased the intensity of the programming using her app.

"I knew I could perfect the conditioning - mmmmmh, Ashley's brain is going to be so fucked up by the time I'm done with her."

Ashley moaned in pleasure - then in pain - as the programming taught her that to obey Skylar was to know satisfaction and to disobey was to know pain.  As she watched Ashley begin to finger herself and moan wetly in pleasure - Skylar began to do the same. This was so fucking hot... corrupting other people was SO much fun.

***************************************

Holly was starting to panic.  "Ashley... Ashley where the fuck are you?  I've tried ringing you six times. Please answer."

Dropping her phone onto the bed, she pulled at her hair in anguish.  "This can't be happening - THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING." 

First Tyler had abandoned her, then Mark had disappeared and now Ashley was gone.  The last she'd heard, her friend had been going to the police station - but now she had also vanished and according to the unhelpful desk-sergeant, Ashley had chosen not to file a report after all. 

It was like her world was being systematically dismantled.  A few weeks ago she had been so happy. She'd been so proud of her wonderful boyfriend and all the good things he was doing. Now everything was falling apart and she didn't know what to do.

Suddenly her phone buzzed.  Picking it up, her heart missed a beat as she saw she had a message from Ashley.  It was an address - a luxury hotel nearby and it simply said 'Help Me.'

Trembling in fear and in anxiety, Holly grabbed her things and ran to her car.  Ashley needed her help - she had to go.  She was the only one left, but somehow... she would stop this from going any further. She would find Tyler and she would put this right. Whatever was going on - it stopped today.  It would end - one way or the other.

She drove to the hotel... she took the lift to the penthouse... she crept to the door as indicated and found it ajar.  Pushing it open she stepped inside.

"Ashley?"

And darkness took her...

********************************************

Waking groggily, Holly had a moment of panic as she remembered strong arms around her, and a cloying scent in her mouth as someone clamped something over her mouth. She realised immediately she was tied to a chair and it had been positioned to command a perfect view of the room. On her wrist a Fit Bitch had been strapped.  She looked at it in confusion and then surveyed the room. 

On the bed sat a smirking woman - beautiful and wicked looking.  Behind her, arms folded with an equal smirk stood Ashley. She was now dressed in tight bitchy clothes just like Skylar - her hair and makeup done immaculately. She giggled at Holly's expression of shock - her transformation into Skylar's loyal mini-me complete.

"Look at her Sky... she is SUCH a fucking loser. I can't believe she fell for it."

In the corner of the room stood Mark. He was impassive - his face neutral as he regarded her coldly, and in his hand he still held the chloroform that had been used to drug her.

"You're right Ash. She is a fucking loser and now she's totally fucked," giggled Skylar as she winked at her former lover. 

"T... Tyler... is that you?"

Holly recognised her boyfriend immediately.  He had been horribly transformed, but she would always know her Tyler.

A slight wince of pain appeared on Skylar's face for a moment and she smoothed it over quickly with a scowl.

"Tyler - oh my God.  What have they done to you?"  There was so much love and compassion in that voice that to Skylar's surprise she felt a swell of love and emotion for Holly rise up.

"Shut up," snapped Skylar as she twitched uncomfortably.  "Your useless fucking boyfriend is dead... I'm in control now and this is my victory we're about to see."

And yet inside - inside an old voice was rising.

Oh my God - what am I doing?  What have I become?

Skylar grit her teeth as she suddenly realised that not every-part of Tyler was dead. He was still inside her and growing stronger as Holly recalled all the love and affection they had once shared.  

"Uggghhh, I thought this might happen.  That's why I left you till last," groaned Skylar rubbing her temples.  "That's why I wanted you awake and un-programmed - to witness my final ascension."

Wait - it's not too late - I don't have to go through with this.

"Mark and Ashley.  You know what to do."

Skylar shivered as she picked up her blue-tooth headphones and slid them into her ears.  Now she could no longer hear Holly.  Looking her former girlfriend in the eyes, she grinned - but weaker than she would have liked and began to undress.

No... wait... maybe this isn't what I want after all?

Skylar groaned, "I have... to hurry. I'm... I'm turning back into Tyler. I didn't think the conditioning would be vulnerable."

Ashley scowled at Holly. "You idiot - you're ruining everything. Luckily Skylar was prepared for this."

"Ashley - what has she done to you?"

The headphones began to buzz and whine as the hypnotic programming she had tested on Ashley earlier on began to work on her as well.

There is only Skylar. You love being an evil bitch. Tyler is gone.

"Yessssss," hissed Skylar, arching her back and moaning.

Holly means nothing to you. You are finally free.

"NO! Tyler, don't do this!" screamed Holly fighting against her bindings as the pulses of pleasure throbbed through Skylar - reinforcing her programming and self-corrupting her into a bitch forever.

This is what you want. To be evil, powerful and spoiled forever.  You want this for yourself. You want to be the Goddess. You want to be Skylar.

"YES!" groaned Skylar as she beckoned Mark over.  "I want to be the fucking GODDESS! Come here and fuck me baby."

Mark hesitated - looking at Ashley in confusion. She scowled and snapped her fingers. "What the fuck are you looking at me for Mark? You heard Skylar, go fuck her you dumbass."

Laughing she pulled Mark's hard cock out of his pants for him and pumping it dragged him over to Skylar.  "Here you go Sky... I can't wait to see him fuck you."

Skylar spread her legs wide with a moan she slid Mark's fat cock into her tight body.  

"Yes take that fat cock" moaned Ashley as she eagerly watched Skylar get pumped by her boyfriend with devotion in her eyes.

Rubbing her clit, Skylar laughed as her eyes rolled back in her head and the headphones in her ears throbbed and reinforced her own corrupt programming. "I AM SUCH A FUCKING BITCH Hahahahaha! YES I wanna be evil FOREVER! Wipe that fucking loser out. Make me a GODDESS."

The last of Tyler was absorbed - his brain completely rewired to become Skylar's.  It was over, she had won completely.

"Lie on the bed - I want to ride you. Ash bring that loser here."

Skylar giggled as she began to bounce up and down on Mark's cock and her new bestie dragged Holly's face nice and close so she could see every inch going in and out of her pussy.

With a groan, Skylar began to cum... rubbing furiously till her pussy erupted and she began to squirt.  Holly cried as Skylar drenched her and hot pussy juices ran down her face... mingling with her tears.

Sliding off Mark and contemptuously pushing his cock away as if it didn't matter Skylar advanced and slid the headphones out.  There was nothing now - no hint of Tyler left in her cold blue eyes.  She giggled as she pushed her pussy into Holly's face and the other girl tried to twist away in disgust.

"Ohhh don't worry Holly.  I'll help make the pain go away.  Soon you'll feel so happy being my friend. I'm going to add you to my squad. Watching you become an evil bitch like me and Ash will be so much fun."

"Ashley... make her into one of us and make sure she is a TOTAL fucking bitch. I want you and Holly by my side forever."

"My pleasure," laughed Ashley with a hot gleam in her eyes. "Don't worry Holly - it feels so good to be bad."

Holly whimpered as her new Fit Bitch began to vibrate and Ashley laughed. "From now on you idiolise Skylar and you want to be just like her. I'm going to fuck your brain up so bad you'll forget you were ever a good girl. I'm going to make you super fucking nasty."

Skylar wasn't paying attention as Holly was made into one of them. She was already thinking about the next part of her plan.

***********************************************************

It was just a normal day like any other when the updates started to arrive.  Across the world, millions of users of the free mental health app PAX were suddenly surprised to find their phones, watches and headphones all upgrading.

Most people didn't think anything of it... not until the first instructions started to arrive.

In a million bedrooms across the world, men and women masturbated and whimpered as their new programming took.  In a million bedrooms across the world - the first worshippers of a new Goddess were born. In a million bedrooms across the world, the conditioning started.

And high up in a luxurious office on the top floor of Hyde.Inc, Skylar watched it all.  The world would soon be hers.

Flanked by Holly and Ashley - the three bitches wore identical smirks as they watched the roll out.

"Fuck yeah," purred Holly - "you are a genius Sky."

And in an even more exclusive office a thousand miles away in London, a soft pair of pink lips curved into a smile and a manicured fingernail crossed off yet another successful project from her list.

[transmutationisms]

In regards to full bodily autonomy, how do you relate that in regards to anti vaxxers? Or other such cases where the line between harming oneself and harming others seems to become blurred

first of all i've already said i think the bodily autonomy defence of anti vaxx actions is a bit of a smokescreen. there are a lot of different things going on here: first and foremost ableism (both the flagrant disregard for the lives of disabled people---which is really just a reproduction of capitalist valorisation of human lives exclusively on the basis of the profit they can generate via working---and the fear of vaccine injury that leads people to actually place themselves at more risk from the diseases themselves because they think they're avoiding adverse effects, whether real or of the wakefield autism conspiracy variety). this is also an issue that we should expect to see given the relationship between public health authorities and the state, as well as the ongoing legacy of deeply unethical and harmful behaviour from physicians, medical guilds, and so forth. reluctance to trust medical authorities is not irrational or even unwise, even though in the case of vaccines it can lead to pretty tragic and harmful outcomes. i also think that sometimes low vaccination rates are automatically assumed to be the result of vaccine hesitancy, but this isn't always true. for example, in a country without paid time off or universal health care, accessing a vaccine (and recovering from any mild symptoms it may cause) is not always simple; all the messaging in the world doesn't fix this type of materialist access issue.

but to answer your question within the framework proffered: it is generally understood that bodily autonomy does not entitle you to harm other people. if someone wanted to remain unvaccinated and literally never interact with another human being, i truly would not care. the issue is that in the case of vaccination, simply being around others when you are unvaccinated is the action that carries a risk of harm to them. the same way that living in society with others places limits on my ability to swing a loaded handgun in any direction i please, or to shout "fire" in public places, it also means i can no longer walk around unvaccinated with impunity. we accept in other cases that if we want to be around other people, we must sometimes live by certain codes of conduct. i think the framing of vaccine refusal as an autonomy issue is hiding the fact that people who genuinely refuse to get vaccinated either don't care about spreading infections or don't think that refusing vaccines will actually affect the spread of such infections. which, again, circles back to issues of ableism (disregard for vulnerable people they're around) or misunderstanding (sometimes wilful) of epidemiological claims made by experts and institutions.

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

See idk man but the thing about anthropology was that it was originally conceived way back as a way to study non-western cultures and as an outcome of that, explain why western cultures were inherently better, it existed in large part to defend imperialism. And obviously that changed and it changed because a lot of anthropologists said this is wrong, but that was the discipline! The discipline WAS imperialist to its core. You didn't say there were the real anthropologists who didn't do that and the fake ones who did, the fake ones were real anthropologists too because the very fabric of the academic field existed for this purpose. Right? And if you called yourself an anthropologist but you disagreed with this idea you still had to understand you were in a field with its very core rooted in this idea and that idea will affect your behaviour in subtle ways you might hardly recognise (it still does today! Anthropologists of colour tend to be the ones assumed to study their "own people" while white anthropologists are sent off to study "the other" just to name one example)

So part of my struggle with wtrk is that archaeology, not exactly the same but like, the grave-robbing aspect wasn't something separate from the western concept of archaeology, it was rooted in it, it was woven into it. So the idea that Inez's parents were like no we're the real archaeologists and they're the evil fake ones, that's not how it could have worked! And Inez and her family do not seem to be addressing that in participating in this field without publically taking a stand against this approach (rather just hiding their finds) they are passively condoning it AND acting in a way shaped by it (they think they have a right to control what is done with and who sees the artefacts) without acknowledging their complicity. They can't claim that they're archaeologists and the British archaeolgists are "nothing more than grave-robbers" because they have to understand that the very discipline of archaeology comes with that unethical behaviour alongside and within it during the time period.

[boreal-sea]

Hey, about your 'fictional characters can't be disrespectful, they aren't real and can't be objected etc' post. By saying this you're saying that there is no such problem as female objectivization in games and other products which is not right. It's like you justify tons of tons of bad fanservice designes and, for example, hentai artworks or writing including rapes. You are a feminist, right? You should have been giving a thought about it, because such things done to the fictional characters WILL hurt real women around the world because they form men's opinions about women and I mean sexist opinions. You may also add here a homophobic/transphobic and racist problems, when some people change fandom characters gender or orientation or paint them with a different skin tone (note that I'm also about white characters who suddenly turn to others colours). All of this caused by objectivization because people think they can change character they like and this is just unacceptable. Next, you wrote that you can't disrespectful fictional characters, but doing such bad things to characters that don't belong to you is a disrespectful towards their creators, like you said you can write a tentacle porn with some characters, this doesn't make you a bad man but if those characters don't belong to you, then sorry, but you'll show your luck of respect to their creator especially if that person is against such things. Like, you objectivizate and make fanservice things with their characters. Also saying that fictional characters aren't real (which is true of course) and they are just things is also very unethical towards those who create them. Try to say such things to any who made some characters and world where they live. Many people add some of their own traits, habits or behaviour patterns and spend a lot of their time dedicating to their characters so you may think a little better. And I think, you can't just say to people they don't have a right to treat their characters as living persons or kids, in any case let people to chose their own treatment

So, I was approaching this seriously until I got to the bottom where you being hand-wringing about how treating characters badly disrespects the creators of those characters, and then I realised you are a person with some extremely internalized Christian guilt and puritanism and a huge heaping of sexual oppression.

Please stop applying your morals and your hangups about sex and sexuality onto other people.

Below is everything I wrote addressing your points up until I hit the fandom nonsense.

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You are doing what everyone else on that post is doing: you are conflating how a character is treated/depicted and whether or not that harms the character with how that can theoretically affect real people in the real world.

Real people and characters are not the same thing. The inability to separate these two concepts is causing endless problems.

The female character being sexualized is not hurt by sexualization for the same reason she is not "empowered" by it: she does not have agency because she is not a person. I bring up empowerment because a lot of the guys who try to claim this kind of sexualization is fine do so by claiming the sexualization is "empowering" the female character. She is not actually making the choice to dress in a flimsy skin-tight outfit, the artist is making that choice. Therefore, she cannot be harmed or empowered by it.

As many feminists involved in this debate have noted, it is not the existence of a sexualized female character that is the problem, it is the ubiquitous nature of this type of representation. It is in fact fine to draw a sexualized female character. It becomes a reflection on society as a whole when every depiction of a female character is sexualized - when every female superhero wears skin-tight latex, for example. This is especially true when she is sexualized in ways that reveal the patriarchy's ideal picture of what a woman should look like, namely thin and white.

The existence of material that sexualizes women is not the problem. I am an explicitly sex-positive and kink-positive feminist. I enjoy all the things you listed as problematic. I like noncon, I like rape fantasies, I've even enjoyed some hentai and porn in my day. I am the wrong feminist to fearmonger about "bad kink" to.

As for your hand wringing about how fanfic is "disrespecting the creators" - No, it's not. I'm not even going to go into a big long discussion on this one. You're being silly. Nothing a fan does to a character can affect the canon character in any way, shape or form.

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hello!!

I don't know how to explain so I will probably ramble a bit, before, yk, actually explaining.

So, I have this friend, they are of this analogue-to-god species. They look like sapio enough I guess, I'm no expert on this subject and sapios are kind of basic.

Of course, unlike sapios, they have the typical symbols of a deity: hands with wounds, an eye on the tongue and the most beautiful horns, intertwined around the entire skull like a crown and yeah, I also think they're super badass, even without the miracles and powers and everything.

The fact is that they are having problems at university. We don't know who, but someone is filling their dorm room with these most horrible notes about them being a freak or a demon (which isn't bad, but it's said in such an offensive way) and someone just shoved all their books in one of the university lakes and now they are banned from borrowing any more books and I helped them make a formal complaint and still no one will do anything about it! My friend is incredibly sweet and kind, they can't hurt a fly, even though they definitely damaged space time when he was born, but who hasn't?

The thing is, we recently discovered who was behind it and we've come to an agreement: maybe it's time to teach them why they called us monsters in the first place. A little payback? Installing a bit of fear of god on their souls? Nothing permanent of course. Nothing that could be tracked back to us either. But if these bastards think we are freaks, well we can behave like ones.

Still, I don't know. They don't know either. When is it revenge and when is it simply survival? I don't believe that if you break a nazi's arm you're equal to one. I do believe that a Nazi with one arm has one arm less to make Nazi stuff. Anyway, we need advice.

This is an extremely difficult situation, reader, and I'm so sorry you and your friend have been put in this position. I agree, it is a ridiculous bit of rhetorical nonsense to say that anyone acting against bigoted behaviour is “just as bad” as their aggressor. It is one thing to take violent objection to a person's (violent) behaviour. It is another thing entirely to object to a person's mere existence.

All this said, I am simply not in a position to condone violence towards this person, much less encourage you to any particular act. This blog is not a private conversation, and it would be highly irresponsible of me to say anything about your situation which might be construed as encouraging violence.

I must say, I am frankly appalled at your institution's lack of response. Please do double check your university's harassment policy. You have every right to demand action in accordance to that policy, especially if you have evidence of who it is behind these attacks.

If they continue to drag their feet, you might explore other ways of putting pressure on them to act. Peaceful protests, letter-writing campaigns, or going to the press with the story of their failure to protect vulnerable students are just some of the ways you can press the issue.

I also feel obliged to mention the possibility of getting the police involved. This seems to me a rather clear-cut case of harassment, but I understand if your friend does not consider this a viable option. Goodness knows the police have done little enough to earn the trust of the liminal community over the years, and you must be led by your own personal politics.

All of this to say that there are other options here, and I encourage you to explore all of them before resorting to violence. As I said, I cannot possibly condone violence on this platform – no matter how extremely tempting it might be to do so. Besides, if this person were, for example, to suffer some kind of extremely painful and humiliating accident, you and your friend would be the most obvious suspects.

Besides, it would be extremely unethical of you to curse this person to within an inch of their life, causing them never to know a moment's peace, plagued as they are by visions of a world more horrible than they ever imagined. Under no circumstances should you and your friend stand your ground, bare your teeth, and show this revolting excuse for a human being the true meaning of monstrosity. Certainly not.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[stranger-in-glasses]

TL;DR: Communication is actually the least of Crowley and Aziraphale’s problems. And working on communication alone would not have changed the outcome of Crowley’s confession.

I am saddened (but not really surprised) that so many people see communication as a “magic pill” that will solve all the problems in the world. The fan reaction to the Good Omens’ second season is a perfect example of that.

Yes, Aziraphale and Crowley do have a communication problem. But they also have genuine differences in their experiences and behavioural patterns, and they both have their own deep traumas. They cannot just “communicate their way out of” them.

And they do communicate. Crowley did tell Aziraphale what Heaven tried to do (when Crowley says “This is Archangel Gabriel, who tried to cast you into hellfire” in the first episode, Aziraphale is not surprised; they had this discussion before). Granted, he might have spared Aziraphale the more horrible details because he cares about his feelings, but the truth is: even if he did tell him about everything in detail, it would not have changed anything. Aziraphale would either not have believed him (“Would I lie to you?” — “Obviously, you’re a demon”) or he might have found countless excuses for Heaven to do what they did (“I’m a fallen angel! I lied to thwart the will of God!”). Aziraphale may not look like one might imagine a typical cult victim, but there are enough parallels between his behaviour and how people involved in cults behave (black and white thinking, ignoring the unethical behaviour of cult leaders, the idea that “we (members of the cult) are holy, everybody else is fallen”… the list can go on and on). Have you tried to talk to somebody who is in a cult about the horrible things that their cult leaders do? Even if you tell them that their cult violates children, it will have no effect. They will either think that you are lying (and they might stop talking to you completely after that) or they will find some excuses or some “greater meaning” in this (remember how Aziraphale reacted to the Flood?). Because that’s how being in a cult works. It’s a psychological defence mechanism. Aziraphale’s mind cannot handle the cognitive dissonance between “we are the good guys” and “Heaven does terrible things”, so it just shuts down the very possibility. Crowley DOES communicate, time and time again, he just cannot get through. And it’s not Aziraphale’s fault, either. He has been manipulated, gaslit and guilt-tripped for so long that his mind had to develop defence mechanisms to survive. It’s not that he doesn’t want to listen to Crowley, he just cannot hear the truth at the moment. And this is something that cannot be solved with communication. Many loved ones of people who are in a cult make the mistake of thinking that “If I just tell them how horrible these people are, they will see the truth” and only end up alienating the person, which leaves the person even more lonely and vulnerable to the cult’s manipulation, and their loved ones burn out trying to get the person out of the cult. It is a difficult task even for professionals. It is NOT a “communication problem”, you cannot simply talk the person out of it (well, maybe in early stages, but not after 6000+ years of being in a cult). I am not an expert, so I am not entirely certain about it, but I assume that what could help the rehabilitation is putting as much distance between the person and the cult as possible, integrating them into the life outside of the cult by participating in its activities (both of which Crowley has been trying to do with Aziraphale), and giving the person a community outside of the cult to give them a sense of belonging. But I assume it only works if the person has already left the cult. And since Heaven can literally be omnipresent, the danger of relapse is always there. I guess what can get Aziraphale out at this point is witnessing the atrocities firsthand, from the inside. And no, simply hearing Crowley talk about them will not help. Crowley can give Aziraphale a three-month-long PowerPoint presentation about everything that Heaven did, and it will not get through. They have vastly different experiences with Heaven. Aziraphale needs to see things with his own eyes to really understand. The fact is that all of us process what we are being told through the prism of our own experiences. And this difference in experiences is not something one can just “communicate away”. Sometimes to understand each other’s points and change perspectives, people need to acquire different experiences than they had before. In the most practical, hands-on way. Just talking about it will not help.

Crowley also has his own problem, a very strong “flight” part of the “fight-or-flight” response. Of course, he tried to “fight”, long ago, when he fought in the “glorious revolution”. And he was hurt, badly, as a result (going to Hell, where “his lot does not send rude notes” but rips out tongues and throws people into pits on daily basis). Understandably, nowadays when he feels a threat, he immediately switches into the “flight” mode (he is fixated on the idea of running away to Alpha Centauri). Which also probably means that he will always keep running and will never feel entirely safe or at home anywhere, until he learns, again, other ways to react. At the moment he is unable to admit that he cares about Earth enough to stick around. He probably tells himself that he only stayed because of Aziraphale. Now he has a chance to go anywhere he pleases. So he might find himself going to Alpha Centauri (or another place in the universe far from Earth) and finding out that he misses Earth. Or he might find out that, even without Aziraphale, he is not ready to leave the Earth. But he needs to discover that for himself, in practice. This is not something that Aziraphale can “communicate” him into understanding. Some things one needs to find out in reality, by trying things and seeing the outcomes. Also, Crowley has been very fixated on Aziraphale: rescuing him, being there for him even when Aziraphale seemingly rejected him (“We are not friends! We are an angel and a demon! I don’t even like you”, “There is no our side, not anymore”), risking his own complete destruction for Aziraphale’s safety. Crowley needs to learn how to exist on his own and find something else that matters to him. Otherwise their relationship is unbalanced. Aziraphale can do anything to Crowley and Crowley will just take it and come back no matter what. Of course, Aziraphale would never hurt Crowley on purpose, but he can, and has, hurt him unintentionally plenty of times, without even realising it. They both have to change their behaviour in this respect. Crowley needs to learn to establish his personal boundaries with Aziraphale, and the angel needs to learn to respect them. Meanwhile, Crowley needs to learn how to let go of control when it comes to Aziraphale’s safety and trust that the angel is able to handle things on his own, without Crowley rescuing him. And Aziraphale needs to learn to trust himself and his own capabilities as well. And all of this, again, cannot be solved with communication alone. Sure, communication would help in this instance. But it would only be the first step: for them to talk and figure out what they need to change. However, it is only around 10% if solution. After that comes the actual work of both of them changing their behavioural patterns, their long-term habits and automatic responses. And that work is long and tedious, full of missteps, relapses, trial and error, where many things need to be figured out in practice, by actually doing them and not simply talking about them.

In other words, the idea that “Crowley’s confession would have a different outcome if they just talked to each other” is very naive. Yes, there was miscommunication, but they did talk, a lot. And they could have talked and listened even more. But none of that would have changed the ending. Crowley and Aziraphale have very different experiences with Heaven, and they both have their own traumatic responses. None of that can be solved through communication alone. Real, actual actions and experiences, on the other hand, may change things for them. Communication is important, yes, but it is not a “magic pill” (take it from someone who has been to couple’s therapy). It will not solve real differences, it can only highlight them, make them visible. And then one actually needs to work on them, in practice. Problems don’t automatically solve themselves “if you just talk about them”. Communication is necessary but not sufficient.

That being said, I believe that both characters right now are exactly where they need to be to work on their problems. Aziraphale has a chance to see how Heaven really is with his own eyes, and Crowley has a chance to stop running away on his own and find something (like Earth and humanity) to stick around and care for aside from Aziraphale. Without this, they would probably never stand a chance of building a future together.

[hussyknee]

Def a good idea to delete theculturedmarxist’s stuff, he’s also a big-time propagandist/genocide denier type. It sucks that some tankies have gotten bigger platforms recently by strike blogging.

But yeah the banana thing is insane, I *think* the original poster was using it as an example of the fact that a more just society in the US is necessarily going to be a less convenient one because convenience often comes at the expense of (domestic and international) labor exploitation, and “non-domestic crops being available year-round” is an example of a luxury that came out of said exploitation, which is A Point (though I might’ve picked something like Amazon same-day delivery to argue it…)

But then people ran with it and made it about either How Do We Stop Big Banana Through Socialism or Here’s How Bananas Can Still Win. Both at the dehumanizing expense of now-theoretical Latin American laborers of course 🙃

Oh shit that's what's happening? Tankies coasting in on strike blogging?? Gdi.

Yeah I think that was the original point too. The thing is, that US leftists keep centering US consumer demand in everything, like the entire system of global labour and resource exploitation by multinational conglomerates, aided and abetted by the IMF and World Bank and the entire colonial power matrix, can be solved by yelling at enough people about their consumption. For people who are so obsessed with class, it seems to consistently escape them that Global North consumers are also exploited and disempowered by the same oligopolies and monopolies that pay producers pennies on the dollar and sell for prices that smaller and entry-level companies can't compete with. Even as an example, bananas in the US are priced way lower than what's profitable, just to keep a monopoly of consumers. And because so many companies in the West don't pay working class people a fair wage, they have to consume the cheapest, most convenient food stuffs. So when you talk about people reducing consumption of bananas, you're asking people dependent on the cheapest nutrient sources to bear the biggest loss.

This is exactly what we mean by "no ethical consumption under capitalism". It doesn't mean we give up on the entire issue, it means that the systems of production cannot be manipulated by consumer boycotts and individual ethics. Even if one product was taken off the shelves, whatever supplanted it would be just as unethical for some group of people. It means that the solutions need to be implemented top-down, not bottom up. Global North governments need to better regulate corporate behaviour, prioritise the well-being of workers and ecological chains involving production and transport, prevent monopolies by regulating prices, and encourage and incentivize local food supply networks. And also, as some from Colombia said in a reblog about the cocaine industry, economic stress must be taken off developing nations by forgiving their IMF and World Bank loans so that they can invest the profits from their export industries in reforming agriculture and social welfare systems.

I literally do not understand why, when people directly impacted by these conditions have clear and cohesive demands and action plans, Western liberals and leftists need to come up with these completely abstract, impractical, ego-centric bullshit to create endless discourse over. They don't actually care about engaging with activists, grassroots organizations and unions in the Global South, because that involves interrogating their own paternalism, privilege and bias, and narrows the scope for the clout-chasing dunk economy.

[opiatemasses]

Is fandom bigger than football?

Football fandom has its highs and lows. Conversely, excessive fandom can tarnish the sport. This issue came to the fore recently at a European fixture at Villa Park.

30th November 2023, Aston Villa versus Legia Warsaw - a night of history building for the ‘Villans’. Yet the immoral behaviours of a select group of opposing fans, dimmed the light on proceedings. Pre-game planned and targeted Violence struck fear and uncertainty to the safety of those involved.

This season alone, there has been similar issues seen at the Newcastle versus PSG fixture as well as AC Milan in their home Champions League game. This pattern of behaviour is cause for concern in the running of European competitions.

In this intense environment, I’ve learnt to appreciate that acting critically as a fan is the idyllic way to express emotions. A critical fan is one who exercises their loyalty to a team or individual, it can involve ‘attempting to change your team or fellow fans for the better.’

Some fans act critically in a space of passion and unity, binding individuals together. However, not all as seen with the examples above. This raises the question – where is the change in their behaviours going to come from?

A catalyst for resulting actions

Current unruly behaviour in sports stadia is a catalyst for so many contemporary issues within football such as hooliganism, misogyny and violence. This, I believe, is why the microscope should be targeted towards addressing excessive spectatorship in the hope resulting issues can be tempered.

Integrity: a guide to follow

Individual integrity is a fundamental cog in a progressive society. Yet the actions we saw at Villa Park suggest there’s a negligence by some to act morally in a shared space. This shared space or  Imagined community of horizontal unity, is a great way to depict how actions in a public setting should take into consideration of those around.

Can fandom exist without getting out of control? It is in my contention that until there’s widespread awareness of the issues outlined, there won’t be any significant change.

A deep-rooted matter

We know that examples of unrestrained fandom are not just of present times. The impact of traditions and role models has only seemed to expose and encourage younger generations to express negative behaviours. This is why I call for change and action to limit the future impact of unethical behaviour within football.

Spectatorship is intense due to its embedded interest. However, the Villa Park example fails to accept that affiliation and devotion is an acceptable reason to act un-morally.

It seems as the stage grows, as the stakes increase, the acts of loyalty by fans are in danger of taking over the sporting event itself. Without digesting into more examples, I take you back to the England Euros Final where the actions of individuals eclipsed this event.  I ask, will excessive fandom always have a damning societal effect?

Sportswashing

Football is commonly characterised as being about passion, togetherness and community. These are the values that should be upheld and celebrated, rather than the unruly behaviours that shine a negative light onto the game.

Minimising and normalising unjust fans' actions turns the shoulder on fronting this current issue within football. This ‘glossing’ over of repetitive negative actions, begs the question – can there ever be a complete control of unmoral behaviours within the sport?

A fan’s perspective

Camaraderie. inclusion. Escape. Passion. These words encapsulate what it means to be a supporter. Spectatorship brings a sense of belonging, it’s a form of escapism.

However, this escapism has its dangers - the excessive loyalties manifest at Villa Park, resulted in violence and the re-emergence of the negative fan stereotypes that exist within football, such as: misogyny, aggression and abuse. How would you feel knowing your safety is uncertain when attending these matches, especially European ones?

Why now and where next?

The recent examples of excessive fandom re-iterates the notion that this is a current and ongoing issue that needs widespread attention. By increasing awareness of this issue, my hope is that we can help put the focus on what it means to be a critical fan. By doing this I believe there can be a greater emphasis on enjoying the game and appreciating those around us to bind fandom and football in a more progressive society.

Do you agree that tackling excessive fandom, could stimulate a positive response for other current issues within football such as sexism, racism, and violence?

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[quantumnori]

My opinions on controversial shifting topics

Disclaimer - Regardless of what anyone says, if people want to shift to do problematic things, they will regardless. I think it’s appropriate to have conversations to hold people accountable for promoting others to shift for the same unruly behaviour. Telling others what they can and cannot do with their own Desired realities only creates divide here, it won’t change their actions unless they themselves chooses to.

Without further ado, let’s start

Race Changing - I think purely shifting for the pheno-asethetic of a race/ethnicity is weird, no cultural background or reasoning attached. I think shifting with a sensitivity around how complex racism and fetishisation is possible in a respectful way. You already exist in your desired realities, so if you really do want to be Asian for example because you think they’re “pretty”, theoretically you can, it’s just a bit strange and you will receive commentary and criticism if you share that information publicly.

Aging yourself up/down controversy - Everyone is of course entitled to their opinion, the people who have expressed their concern around the topics are valid. In saying that, I would like to bring a new perspective to specifically the “Adults Shifting for Minors as a Minor” discussion. As an adult, going b-line shifting as a minor for a minor even if it’s in your favourite piece of media is unethical to me. What I would suggest instead is, shifting for the purpose of experiencing your DR as a child, not scripting any romantic related scripts for the minor in question and instead naturally trying to build a relationship with them naturally. I think that approach is more fair, there’s more autonomy for the minor in question, as in if they aren’t interested then they aren’t. Don’t shift around the minor, shift around being a minor and branching out from there in that desired reality, in my opinion shifting with the minor as the focus in your adult mind in your current reality is pedophelia. Now, for the concern around “Minors shifting as adults, then coming back to a reality where they’re a child having potentially harmful adult memories/experiences”. This topic is more complex, I think the best thing we can do about that is not encourage it. Minors who have had unsupervised internet access or have been exposed to things that aren’t age appropriate are going to shift to things that may not be safe for them if they want to. The best that we as a community can do is advise against it, try our best to provide guidance, then embrace those who are affected by their experiences unbiasedly. We can’t stop people from shifting wherever they want, so there’s no point in shaming/berating them to attempt to stop what they’re doing, in this case.

No matter how much we disagree with something, we should still always try to approach it respectfully.

We can’t control anyone but ourselves, but we can still set an example for others. Getting overtly mad over the actions of others, trying to ruin their lives for the rest of eternity because of something they said online, unless their actions could actively harm someone in real life the behaviour is unnecessary. You can generally tell if someone’s actions are from a place of genuine intent to harm or from a place of being misinformed.

I hope this provides some kind of insight, happy shifting!.

[adj4mp]

An Ethical Framework

I realised that we kind of need an ethics code for all industries law. So I outlined this in a discussion with a friend

Any industry or job title where any individual receives pay in excess of twice the median income is required to have a public ethics code to which all people with that job title or role are contractually bound.

Those ethics standards must include at least the following items

To not commit crimes as part of your job

To report up the chain, to the OfEWP and relevant law enforcement when crimes are committed

Looking out for the well-being of subordinates

Ensuring the actions taken are in the long-term interest of the organisation

etc etc (I am sure there are hundreds of suggestions that could be made please comment your own)

And may include additional items depending on the job role, responsibilities and public perception.

We are creating the Office for Ethical Working Practices OfEWP, who will be responsible for providing the guidance and moderation for the various codes of ethics proposed by industries and taking public feedback on both the practicality and reasonable expectations of the various Ethical Codes that may be produced by industry bodies, unions or other organisations empowered to produce an ethical framework.

Where some job title or job role exists that doesn't have a professional body to help with the production of an ethical framework the OfEWP will be able to maintain and provide on request the currently agreed ethical standards.

Example roles at the time of publication include:

CEO

COO

CFO

Director

Executive

Senior Manager

Board Member

This is not an extensive list

Where creative naming of job titles is used to avoid a particular ethical framework the OfEWP is empowered to determine all the appropriate Ethical Frameworks based on a list of job responsibilities, where more than one is necessary to cover all responsibilities the person would be bound by law to all those frameworks.

Where Ethics codes are violated we give the courts power to enforce earnings restrictions and job role restrictions for those who use unethical practices, violations of these restrictions will incur fines starting at the total earned above the restrictions and jail time.

Where the OfEWP and an industry body cannot agree on an ethical framework the OfEWP can require the withholding/garnishment of 10% of salary for each person with that job role, this money is to be retained by the government/OfEWP until the ethical framework is agreed, sanctioned money will be returned after no more than 12 months without any accrued interest and only after the resolution of the ethical framework dispute.

However I feel I'd need to dress it up in legalese and address some of the gaping omissions in how it's written above

This idea is roughly in line with Wylie's suggestion about industry ethics law in the Cambridge Analytica book I read not too long ago

Twice the median income seems like a reasonable cut-off at ~£70k currently in the UK. I'd imagine most industries with anyone over £50k would come together, establish an industry body and agree an ethical framework aspirationally

I think that having an 'independent' body responsible for the maintenance of ethical standards is necessary or you face easy corruption through parliament. The development of ethical frameworks is kind of beyond the scope of parliament anyway.

I think the sanctions need to be real not simply a vanishingly small fine.

If someone was limited to "a median salary equivalent annual income" by the courts and they lie and get paid millions then they should be fined all the money they should never have been able to earn.

If someone is limited from certain job roles or jobs that require certain ethical requirements for 5-10 years that would also be reasonable as a way of discouraging unethical behaviour individually.

There might need to be costs for companies that have unethical employees too.

The withholding of pay forces in some ways the industry to come together and actually produce a reasonable ethics code and/or provide reasonable assurances as to why a particular ethical practice should be excluded from their code.

Anyone subject to these sanctions would have a year of sanctions returned on resolution (if it dragged out)

After a set up period, the interest on withheld funds might pay for the OfEWP's work without additional cost to the treasury, long term that might not hold true because industries would want to create and abide by the ethical standards.

Any expired sanctioned funds should get added to the treasury to make a dent in the national debt, as it cannot be a reliable income stream by definition I think this is the best use of those funds rather than earmarking them for other parts of the budget.

Lastly, if an industry wants to be unethical it technically could by effectively increasing the tax rate of people with that job by a flat 10% (no matter their tax bracket) and they get shamed as an industry that can't produce or agree to an ethical framework. That would be an option within law if an industry wanted to do that.

I think as written right now this needs a lot of work and polish, but I think it provides an interesting baseline to consider going forward

[aswallowimprisoned]

Restless far from a Wine Dark sea - No reponse

Logan has to pursuade a mer to comply

snippet for @medwhumpmay

Tw unethical medication, captivity, threat, Dead Dove Jewish vampiric whumpee, religious whumpee,

masterlist

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“This is fucked up.” Elias ran a hand through his hair.

“Indeed.” Logan’s tone was cool, “That is why I am asking for your guidance on how to brooch the subject.” Logan fiddled slightly with his notebook. “It will be useful for other Mer. We will be careful with him. Dr Rana can assess success and risk with physical responses alone.”

“I know, I know.” Elias stood to start pacing, “I also know that this kind of thing is the fastest way to lose a patient’s trust.”

“But, his behaviour has been more unpredictable recently, making interrogations difficult. We don’t fully understand why, but, in the meantime, we can extract useful information. Information that can lead to the capture of more mer, and may benefit Fogal himself.”

“It might kill him though. Even semi-cooperative, I do believe that Fogal is a moral person in a difficult position who does not deserve this. No sentient creature does.”

“I know that.” Logan cut in, “But it is not up to me to decide if this happens. It is up to me to make sure it goes as smoothly as it can.” Resignation sloped off his shoulders. Elias would notice, but Logan didn't want to mask his body language right now.

“I’ll help.” The therapist finally agreed, “we’ll get us all through this.” 

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“...When you first came to us, you were very ill, and while we had medication that would have helped a human in the same position, we had no way to tell if your mer body would react in the same way. Indeed, there have been cases elsewhere where medical staff attempted to help mer, but human medications have made them worse. Take your own sensitivity to amphetamines for example.” Logan kept his voice full of sound reasoning, and did not give Fogal the chance to ask any questions. “We would like to avoid that situation in the future. Both for your safety and the health of the mer that are likely to come to this facility in the future.” Logan took a final deep breath, bracing himself for Fogal’s reaction. “...Therefore, it has been decided that you will be given small dosages of vital emergency medications to test your reaction to them. You will be monitored carefully. It is not anticipated that any of the medications will cause you pain.”

Fogal had dropped his face to his shoulder early into Logan’s speech. His body language was that of calm acceptance.

It had gone… well?

“The tests will take around an hour each time. If you cooperate, you will be allowed to draw or do your puzzles during that time.”

At this, the seamonster finally had a reaction.

“I can draw? For an hour?” 

That was… not what Logan was expecting.

“If you cooperate and inform us immediately in the event you do experience side effects.”

The seamonster nodded, eyes downcast.

“Will it hurt?” 

“It might. It shouldn’t - the medications we will give you are intended to help and to heal. But there are risks. That is the reason we feel we must test the medicine; so we don’t discover the risks at a time where you, or another mer, are already very sick.”

The seamonster nodded again silently. Logan pushed down the shred of revulsion that came from his acceptance to Logan’s proposal. It had gone perfectly in Logan’s favour afterall

“Will Dr Rana be there?”

“He will only be present when the medicine is initially administered, or if you need medical help. Which we are hoping will not be necessary.” Logan knew the merman hated his colleague.

Fogal wrinkled his face against his shoulder.

“So, you agree to cooperate?” Logan asked, keeping his own scepticism out of his voice. Both Logan and Elias had anticipated far more wariness and bargaining on the merman’s side, particularly given his displeasure at medical interventions previously.

Fogal considered a moment longer.

"If you try to hurt me, I will spit at you."

“There is no need for threats, Fogal,” Logan spoke firmly, “but I can assure you that we will not try to hurt you.  Now, if you don’t have any more questions, we shall move on…”

[claraameliapond]

Yeah. I'm done.

It's disappointing and a shame because I like her music, but more and more she just shows herself to be so morally repugnant

And I am calling it out because young girls need none of this bullshit shoved in their faces.

She has no integrity.

She is not educated

But she's also not intelligent.

Barely a high school diploma, and then straight into thr public eye in the music industry.

I pity children who are homeschooled, because it's usually by uneducated and undereducated parents.

She was so excited to take a picture with Taylor Swift at Jimmy Fallon late night and then a month or so later aligns herself with *that* family, making a video with that toxic kardashian woman -

Let's be clear , that whole family make money out of making people and young girls feel bad about themselves.

Toxic.

Horrific

Let's not amplify that platform

Nope. No thank you. Gross

We need to protect all our little sisters.

And its disappointing to me that that moment was using Taylor for her genuine hard earned global success and "fame". ( I know this would happen a lot but it's just disappointing when you're thinking someone couldn't go that far. I know Taylor has been targeted by some incredibly aggressive people for just being successful and someone that targeted her when she was 19 receiving an award to try and get fame for himself - that was so disgusting and incredibly horrific. Seriously, noone had heard of that idiot before that moment. It's so pathetic. And really morally repugnant and aggressive and horrifying and terrifying etc. Men who literally can't handle the fact that a young girl could be successful, whose image was very pg , and more successful than them .

If you think that misogyny doesn't exist think again, if someone can be that aggressive and destructive toward a 19 year old girl, who was already more famous than the interrupter , and I don't even think they banned him from the awards as punishment. And let me tell you, males resentful of a girl's, female's or woman at any age - 's success Are horrific, violent, aggressive - and everywhere. All a female or girl needs to do is to exist calmly near them, not even aware of them, and they want to about murder her for proving their egos wrong. Men, you need to work on your gender as a whole. It's horrific. And disgusting.

I digress only to make the point that any other female human being should just respect Taylor, for example, for having to go through all of that and be treated so badly, with no respect etc

Let alone another female in the industry.

But no. This one used her too.

Sigh.

I was already turning away extremely repulsed by the compleyely unethical, no brain idiocy of the way Meghan Trainor overexposes her child - and uses that as her brand- and then there was that - inside the womb photo- recently that noone asked for. Gross. I don't want to see that. Yuck. No.

Overexposure and overexploitation of her own children. What. No. Sharenting has gone too far. And with too public an audience.

That's their digital footprint. No nononononono.

She's a parent. And she's doing this to her own kids.

Gone are the days when nonone was really aware of the dangers of social media and sharing children's photos online. Or that conscious of it. Let alone on such an open, global scale.

We know now. We're well aware as a society.

I don't want to know what her child looks like.

I don't care what any celebrity's children look like, who they are etc. Their privacy needs to be respected, especially by their own parents.

They are real human beings. They're not toys.

She's not intelligent.

But she's also not kind.

She's selfish and using people- including her own child- for one of the worst attention seeking behaviour issues I've ever seen.

This 'girls got moxie' person whose video it is, in the video is lovely, and right.

Teaching is the worst job with the worst pay everywhere.

The psychological trauma alone.

Let alone the hours.

People don't get it because they don't see it. But they sure create it.

Respect your teachers.

And turn away from 'figures' in the current cultural zeitgeist who are so immoral and repugnant they will actively put a whole profession en masse in even more danger than they already are.

No. More.

Disappointing but true.

#People editing themselves out.

Protect your children ,and children you know, from people like this.