Posted on 2016-12-17 15:14:06
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Through a devastating mix or arcane magic and powerful psychic prowess, Rose and Vriska have trapped themselves in a dangerous feedback loop, transforming their bodies, and leaving them helpless and dazed as they bloat into thick bimbo whores, drooling, cumming, and lactating their brains away.

Posted on 2016-12-17 21:50:34
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Always happy to see Vriska feeling some payback. Bimbo Rose is definitely bonus points.

Posted on 2018-12-07 19:48:34
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"After a momentary lapse in her Serket-Induced slut trance, Rose saw fit to get her revenge on Vriska through methods swamped in the occult. It was child’s play to find a spell fit to copy the attributes of her new body, and apply them to Vriska. While it wasn’t a ‘cure’ for her new body, the thought of Vriska trapped in the same bimbo body would keep Rose amused until a true solution was found. As an added benefit, she altered the spell to render Vriska quite…'scatterbrained’..ensuring that her pesky mental prowess would no longer be an issue to be concerned with.
It was a simple task, and before Vriska could latch on to Rose’s mind once more, the vital blow was already struck. In a flash of light, standard clothing gave way to themed pasties, sensual fishnet, and horrendously whorish high-heels. Flesh rippled, a pussy tingled, and Vriska quickly inflated like a horny balloon. Her hips widened, her ass plumped, and her tits quickly outgrew any sort of standard alphabet in regards to cup size. Rose could only stand by, amused, as thick beads of milk began to form at the tips of Vriska’s nipples. Satisfied, she stuck the wand in Vriska’s new titanic tit trench, leaving it enough power to keep Vriska’s brain scrambled for quite some time.

However, as is standard, especially in tales of revenge, Rose’s actions did not come without consequence. While the spell performed exactly as expected, there’s an unwritten rule of thumb to consider, never tamper with the mind of a powerful psychic, especially not when she still has even the smallest grasp on your mind…

While diminished, Vriska’s connection to Rose’s mind was still present, and the link was quickly blown open due to Rose’s meddling creating a harsh feedback as the realms of magic and mental collided. Before Rose could even acknowledge that anything was amiss, the feedback tore through Vriska’s mental link, quickly scrambling the young Seer’s brain. Instantly, the intense blow-back latched onto Rose’s connection to the wand, creating a a full, self-sustaining loop. The two stood dimly, unaware of the world around them as their brains were assaulted by the mixture of mental might and magical meddling. With the spell running wild, their curves slowly expanded, bodies gushing with thick, syrupy juices, and creamy, heavy milk. All the while, the want stood ramrod-straight in Vriska’s cleavage, each pulse of growing slut flesh wedging it in deeper and more secure.

As they were, neither player of Light had the ability to scrape the needed brain-cells together to break the feedback loop. Giggling, babbling, and the occasional slobber-laden burp were the only things they were still capable of doing. From casual observation, the mere notion that these two could be anything other than sex dolls was a laughable notion. Pussies clenched and milk squirted as point after point of IQ was burned away, leaving only giggling, drooling stupidity behind.

'Relief’ came hours later, as Vriska’s diminished mind would lose the fight to keep balanced, sending her falling forward in a splash of milk. On her way down, she bumped into Rose, sending both of the brain-fucked bimbos tumbling to the ground. As the two lay insensate in the thick, heady puddle of their juices, the wand broke into pieces, the impact of Vriska’s fall being the final straw. With the link interrupted so abruptly, the built up energy of the twisted circuit lashed out, zapping the two hapless morons one final time, searing the changes in. A final, mind-melting orgasm ripped through the two of them, as they almost quite literally squirted their brains out onto the floor, amidst a cacophony of giggling, babbling, and burping.

The last of it’s energy spent, the implement of chaos fell, forgotten, to the floor. Though they were no longer trapped in the brain-scrambling cycle, their brains were fully burnt out, leaving only two wet, brain-dead bimbos, both forever to be unaware that their their minds, their light, had been eternally dimmed. While they would eventually come to remember how to use their limbs once again, that would be the only improvement to come. Instead of sooth-saying and swashbuckling, only a blissfully ignorant future as a pair of twin fuck-furniture morons remained."