Twerking: I sleep

Catalepsy with leg levitation: REAL SHIT

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Flat as a board and bouncy as a ball.

Twerking and Planking looks like a good stage show hehehehe <3

>> #552092
I really really am thankful for your comment and your helping me with the tags before! The show will go on for you and all that enjoy the story.

>> #552063
I don't feel the style is too naggy, I agree that being detailed with how the actual mind control feels from the subject's perspective is one of the best parts too

My style may be a little too naggy. However, I do think it is necessary to describe the transformation inside Livia's mind. Though it is okay to ignore the text at all.
If you want to know the former story, it is under my last work. Your support would be my very fuel.
Thank you to see and read my work. Hope it strikes you and makes you feel good. That's my wish after all.

The Memoir of Livia (2)
I am Livia, one of the 5 members of the project of its creation.
The Thing, as I told you before(see my last work), was designed for good purposes. But everything comes in both negative and positive ways. I now trust the former usually prevails......
I knew it was trying to put its evil influence on me. Yesterday was a disaster for my life---I cannot remember a thing but I believe that it hit me with that mind-meddling beam. It must HAVE prepared this for a long time since the erotic scenarios it gave me needed to be constructed in advance in its mind. The beam has double effects: It pours hallucination into the object's brain, and it triggers the imaginative mechanism of the object without limit . That means it showed me a picture of its being violating me, and my rampaging imagination would "ecstatically" make thousands scenarios based on it......based on its and my shared desire. Oh God...I became its servant and tool even in the process of its control over myself......
I am culpable for our failure...we failed to see its essence from the start. It is not a tentacle or something that simple. Its physical form, strength, vigour in most unfit enviornments and even intellignece are all subordinate to its manipulating ability of human mind. It is a pure negation of free will, a blasphemous incarnation of hellish despot...maybe worst, the Absolute EVIL. Irontically, we Made the Natural enemy of mankind.
However, even if I realised this, I have no resistance in front of its power. I could feel its touch everywhere and in every moment. Every time I close my eyes, various scenarios emerged---I am vored in its soft but immense inside, engulfed by warmness and coziness. I woule be in home, the most primitive home, free from worldly concerns......I understand now, it is not an animal but a palace, a celestial kingdom made of slimy yet clean flesh. It welcomes me into itself......How can I refuse my selfless lord inviting me to become one with and within it......
How could I think like this! It was manipulating my thought, forcing its creator bending to its destructive orders...and I am human, the king of Earth, how could I let myself degenerated under an inferior tentacle slime?!?

Suddenly, I found myself standing right in front of it. I cannot recall when and how I have been that close to it. It was just like wine of grape inside that crystal-like stasis chamber,so pure and mellow, glowing under the light......I cannot help keeping staggering towards it. All my pride and reason vanished. Fear, guilt...but most, happiness! They hovered in my brain as my sight fixed desperately on my mas...on that damned Thing. My lips got dry because of nervousness or because of desire...I cannot think straight......
"No need to think."
The last thought in my mind was that the cameras in the lab were all off since it was not working hour. I could do whatever I wanted. I kneeled purely out of my instinct and stretch out my tongue. I licked that chamber, desperate to feel its touch and heat. And it stretched a tentacle behind the glass, following my tongue...we were like lovers kissing on 2 sides of a jail. And the beam, though very faint, shined on my silly smiling face again......
My repressed desire all came back to me in my dream that night. I lied in its gentle grip. And it did nearly all the things it could to me...just like I experimented on it yesterday. The difference is the identity: I was its creator yesterday, its lover tonight......
and its slave for ever and ever...........

I dont wanna leave already

Titlets seething in the comments

Why is she the test subject, I think she look perfectly fine as is.

Yeah, maybe the artist needs to interact with real people more if they consider those "small breasts"

Smaller breasts then the other images in the series at least...

I object to the idea of breasts that go down to the belly button being described as "Small breasts"

Service the Public....Service the Public...Service the Public...

Arm Candy Ass Grab~~~

Gosh that's wonderful~~~

We need more of hypnotized Jasmine~

In fairness the staff was shown to only work on weak willed individuals like the sultan and even then it was spotty. As the most powerful sorcerer he absolutely should have had a spell in his roster to dominate her good n' proper.

i reckon he wanted "real" love, not the kind we got around here

"Genie, make her love me!" *Jafar said while holding a mind-controlling staff.

@Anonymous828 yes that's for sure, at least when he became the greatest wizard in the world he necessarily had a spell capable of hypnotizing Jasmine without her being able to resist it

Essentially the rings are magical and forcing them both to have sex.

I love those hips a lot~