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"Finally! The last piece I need to fully control this world! It's in my grasp! In my hands!"

Delight echoed out through the Atlas Corp penthouse, as the awful head of the company raised his hands into the air. All while grasping a simple smartphone with a very crummy looking 8 bit game on display. All while his grip tightened and his hands started to shake. Right before he tossed the damn thing right at the hard floor, shattering the phone into a million pieces due to the full extent of his power forcing its way out in a moment of pure rage.

"SO WHY IS IT SO FUCKING AWFUL!? BYAKKO, I THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT IT WAS FOOLPROOF!"

Atlas Grimwald was a patient boy. But that didn't mean that he had a good grip on his emotions. Especially not when total and complete victory had been snatched away from him. The chance to rule over everything was right in front of him, and it slipped through his fingers as a result of all this. It was definitely nothing but frustrating...

"WELL HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL, ASSHOLE?! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST ORDER A POWERFUL APP THAT'S SUPPOSED TO DOMINATE THE WORLD IN THE SPAN OF A WEEK?! THINK ABOUT YOUR DEVELOPERS FOR A MOMENT!"

His adoptive sister and partial caretaker, Byakko of the Atlas Corp Saint Beasts, was just as furious as him. Honestly, she was probably the reason why he wasn't good at keeping his emotions in check. Whenever she got heated like this, she blew up just like he did. And considering both were in the same room, it wasn't hard for one of them to light the other's fuse, which led to a bit of obvious feedback, leaving them both this furious with no real solution in sight.

"YOU SAID YOU COULD DO IT, BYAKKO! DON'T START GIVING ME EXCUSES JUST BECAUSE YOU FELL SHORT!" Atlas shouted as he stomped over to the short kitty, shaking her all around. Right before he got clawed across the face, which ultimately didn't leave a mark but did still hurt like hell, causing him to drop her in frustration as he let out a pained scream.

"I THOUGHT YOU'D GIVE US AT LEAST A MONTH, NOT A FUCKING WEEK!" The white-haired kitty cried out as she hissed straight at her pseudo-brother. "BESIDES, IT DOES WORK! YOU JUST NEED TO PUT EFFORT INTO ADVERTISING THE DAMN THING!" She shouted, with her voice growing a little quieter. Partly because her vocal chords were being strained, and partly because she was calming down. Not a lot, but scratching his face really brought a bit of relief to her mind...

Atlas growled and grumped and huffed as he crossed his arms. All while he reached towards the next smartphone on his desk, which was displaying the same pixelated game. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down while his grip was tightening around that very expensive and definitely not easily produced phone. "Then grab one. I want to test it." He growled. He was probably planning something awful, that was the kind of expression he had in his eyes.

She knew she shouldn't. But he was still family, in a way. That, and she had promised him that she would make it happen. So begrudgingly, Byakko went over to the desk and picked up one of the other phones, the ones that were explicitly designated as slave phones.

"I'm only going to explain this once.  Alright? If you miss it, then it's your own faul-"

Before Byakko even had a chance to launch into an explanation, Atlas had already started mashing buttons like he was playing a fighting game. All while the kitty jittered and jolted, trembling all over due to the sheer amount of energy that was pouring into her due to all the inputs that her phone was accepting. She definitely should take the time to turn the influx down the next chance she had, but right now..!

A powerful and horny mewl forced its way out of her lips, all while Byakko ended up weighed down by the size of her new assets. Mounds bigger than her head, hips that could distract even the most chaste of men, and a cheeky grin on her face. All while she was dressed in a maid uniform that did very little to try and hide away any of those expanded assets.

"Nyaaasster..." Byakko chimed, uncharacteristically happy and pleased as she spoke. "What would nyou like to do with Byakko, nyaaaa?" It was like her entire persona had been overwritten by a sex-kitten of a maid, who wasn't even bothered by the fact her assets swayed all over the place as her heels clacked against the ground...

Atlas grinned as he clicked the button on his phone, which immediately erased everything that had just happened to Byakko. Returning her to her original form, though not without an intense rush of pleasure as she was forced to climax and leave a big wet stain on the floor as she slowly came to...

Byakko blinked all over as her anger rose back up, though she did her best to bottle it up despite the fact she had leaked all over. Even her breasts had leaked. She wasn't even pregnant, and the damn boy had managed to make her leak. She was going to make him pay one day. "T-There. You happy? You know how to use it, and it works. Just, use it, damnit." She muttered, all while refusing to look her 'little brother' in the eye.

"Happy enough." He chimed, before walking over and pecking his sweet dear kitty on the cheek, and ruffling her hair. "I'll get you the best milk you could ever ask for. Thank you, Byakko." He sounded almost genuine. Almost. But she knew that those were empty platitudes. He'd yell at her and get into a fight with her at a moment's notice.

But Byakko was satisfied for now, just growling and pouting as she leaned into the ruffling. "You'd better be happy. I worked harder than you could ever believe." She muttered. All while still refusing to look him in the eye...

Atlas laughed, though there was still one issue. Sure, he could control and shift people using the slave version of this fun little app that his dear Byakko had made. But he had to make people download it somehow. The last time he tried to forcibly push it to every existing phone, he ended up getting sued. And sure, he dealt with that lawsuit the same way he dealt with other controversies, but he couldn't just do it again. They'd wisen up to his tricks.

Just as he started to think of a way to solve the problem, the sound of his phone started to echo out. And he left Byakko un-petted for a few moments to pick it up. "Atlas Grimwald speaking. You better not be-"

A voice echoed out, and his smile twisted into a grin. Oh, this couldn't have come at a better time...

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"Remind me one more time. Why exactly are we doing this? No, actually, more importantly, why is she here too?"

"You don't want me to help you, Hiro?"

"Ehehe. I think you hurt the girl's spirit, Hiro. She's just here to help a little. Just a little nudge, you know?"

"She's a heroine, not an actual employee of Atlas Corp, Qilin. More importantly, why are YOU here, Seiryu?"

"Moral support."

"What morals?"

As the peculiar foursome discussed matters amongst themselves, they heard the 'ping' of their elevator hitting a new floor echo out, and they knew that it was their time to move. Better get out quick, before they'd get hauled off to another floor like fifty floors up or something.

The foursome consisted of two ladies that were almost always doing promotional work for Atlas Corp. Hiro Fukano, otherwise known as the marketable heroine Jõtaider PAWN, and her black-and-white counterpart, Qilin. The other two were a bit stranger, as it was a pipsqueak and a mostly unemotive dragon. Mikai Fushimi, alias Jõtaider Mimoto, and the Atlas Corp Saint Beast, Seiryu. While it wasn't uncommon to see two of them together, all four in the same place definitely raised a few eyebrows.

"I still don't understand why they have to be a part of all of this." Hiro muttered as she rubbed her temples. All while walking into the studio that had been cleared for use. It was time for another bunch of advertisements, and she really wasn't feeling up to it. She wanted nothing more than to just lie down at home with an icepack on her head. That was the kind of headache that was pulsing through her right this moment.

"Fresh faces. Besides, Seiryu specifically asked if she could be part. And when she asked, Mikai ended up asking too. How could I say no to adorable girls like them?" Qilin giggled as she very nearly skipped after her black-haired companion. Just for the sake of getting on her nerves a little more than she already did.

"Adorable. Now that's new." Seiryu muttered. Truth be told, she was more there for safety reasons. She had caught wind of the deal that went down a few hours earlier, all thanks to a grumpy Byakko that she had to deal with. Synthesizing artificial Holstaurus milk was bad enough, but then she told her about a green-haired twink offering to help Atlas film a bunch of advertisements. As much as she usually didn't bother to get involved in matters that didn't relate to her research... She had a bad feeling, and she was going to act on it.

As for Mikai, she just giggled and headed inside after her friends. She wasn't about to let them down. She was going to help them nail this advertisement stuff, and then... Well, she'd get ice cream, no? She had plans to get a big one with rainbow sprinkles, and then try to share it with one of them. Seiryu was next in line, but Hiro looked like she could use one. Qilin definitely wasn't going to get one, she was being a bit too wicked lately.

Once they got into the studio, it looked remarkably plain. Mostly because the only thing that was set up was a green screen. Which just ended up making Hiro's head hurt more. Great, she wasn't going to have anything useful to work with. Just a bunch of CG. Greaaaaat. At least it couldn't get worse.

"There you are, my shining stars! Hehehehe..."

The fearsome foursome looked to the sound of a young boy's voice, and then laid their eyes on a green-haired youth dressed like a strapping and arguably fruity film director with a big pair of totally-identity-obscuring shades on. He seemed a little familiar, but it was probably just his fashion sense rather than anything else.

"So, you want the scripts, or do you just want to wing it? We've got the whole day, we can afford to fuck around a bit before we get serious." The film director said, all while stretching a bit. These chairs weren't anywhere near as cozy as the ones back home...

"Sure! Hiro, you wanna do one first?" Mikai cried out before any of the others. All with a big grin on her face. Oh, she was definitely enjoying the prospect of being in an advertisement a little too much. Hadn't anybody told her that these ads were usually the trashiest that you could find?

Hiro pinched the bridge of her nose before taking a deep breath. Fine. Sure. At least she was going to relax a bit during this performance. Because there were no stakes since they were working off a lack of a script. "Just get on stage, we'll figure out what to start with then." She said, putting faith in her partner to pull off a decent performance. Worst case scenario, they just had to scrap everything and they'd finally get their scripts.

As both of them stepped on stage, a strange kind of energy started to surge through them. It was like... Nah, not like that kind of experience. It wasn't that bad for sure, though it did make them both look at each other as if they had just caught wind of something extra suspicious.

"Alright! Sexy ad, take one!"

As the director's clapperboard echoed out, a powerful sensation rushed through both heroines. They definitely should've acted on their instincts, and now it was too late. Their moans grew stronger and stronger, as changes poured across their bodies. Changes that would make them fit for filming this erotic advertisement...

The changes made them both look very similar. Tits springing out from their bursting clothes, hips that were pinched together in such a way that you couldn't avoid seeing their pussy lips pushing out despite any garment that might cover them, hair that grew long and black and luscious like they were exotic beauties, and a deep tan that went along perfectly with the long and revealing robes that were now adorning their bodies.

If you were to look at the two of them now, they looked less like partners and more like mother and daughter. A horny family that was ready to offer themselves to whoever was looking at them, especially as they looked straight at the camera. It was filming them so lovingly... Mmmph, they should do something, shouldn't they..?

"Join us, my lord..." Hiro muttered, all while letting a hand brush up against her breast. Tugging her dress out of the way slightly, to let a nipple just barely poke out from the side.

"We need you, my lord..." Mikai muttered as well, her usual peppy and proper persona buried under pure seductive energy as she puckered her lips and blew a kiss towards the camera.

"In The Palm of His Hand..."

The clapperboard echoed out right as the recording came to an end, and a powerful shock rushed through them. What... What just happened, exactly? What were they doing? And more importantly, why were they both this riled up? It's not like they had been in bed together, they stopped doing that a few weeks ago because Hiro got a bit too clingy...

Qilin chuckled softly as she watched it all unfold. "My my. Transforming them both into sexpots to sell a game. He didn't even give them a script, and they just belted it out like that? They're naturals at this." She muttered, though she kept a keen eye on the director. He was too suspicious at this point. As much as it pleased her to see Hiro squirming and struggling to fight back against external forces, she liked it best when she was responsible for those changes. He was treading on her territory.

Seiryu was right to come down here. Those two had been controlled by a variant of the app that Byakko had developed. How the boy was able to apply it in such a context was... Curious, but she definitely needed to remain on guard. Because if her intel was right, continued exposure without snapping the 'victim' back to reality would end up making the effects permanent. And, while that was definitely intended for the world at large, those two weren't meant to be pulled into that. Not yet.

"Well, that was a wonderful first take. We'll edit a few of the elements in post, add all the special effects, all that jazz." The director chimed with a grin, all while turning his head towards the two ladies on the side lines. "Would you two like to go a round? Oh, and blondie, please stay on stage for a bit. I need you to be a part of this one too."

Mikai nodded as she remained rooted in place, all while still trying to figure out why she had ended up so wet. She definitely didn't do things with Hiro in front of a camera, that'd just be... Well, maybe that was just one of the things that Hiro liked? She had a lot of secrets, so she wouldn't be surprised if that was something she liked.

Seiryu nodded as she stepped on stage, gritting her fangs a little as she felt the rush the moment she stepped up. There was the influence from the slave version of the app. She just had to try and keep ahold of herself, then she wouldn't end up humiliated. Or worse. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if this suspicious twink had worse in mind.

Qilin skipped on stage as well, planting a kiss on Hiro's cheek as soon as they crossed paths. "Keep a close eye on me, alright, Hiro? I'm about to blow your mind and sell you the best products, all at the same time!" She was far too pleased with this. But again, it was all because she could mess with Hiro. That was what drove her at almost all times.

Hiro grit her teeth a little as she took a seat on one of the spare chairs, all while her eyes gravitated towards the stage. And then she blinked, because something was definitely wrong. Hadn't Mikai and the others been on stage just a few moments ago? So why were there a set of bimbos standing right there, ready to argue about something..?

Indeed, she wasn't seeing things. There were indeed three nearly identical bimbos standing on stage. Big round fake breasts and all. Squeezed into tiny dresses that were way shinier than they had any right to be. Long blonde, black and blue locks, all while they had equally plump and shiny lips. They looked like they were made of plastic, and yet they were about to advertise something that didn't really revolve around their sex appeal. It was just some crummy app by comparison... But that was perhaps why they were being used like this.

"So, girls." Seiryu, sounding uncharacteristically enthusiastic and a little bitchy to boot, giggled as she wrapped her finger around her hair. "You know the deal. Whoever's got the biggest and bestest character in The Palm of His Hand gets to choose what we do today. So what've you got? C'mon, don't hold back. I wanna see what you've got hidden in there." She sounded so vapid and bitchy, a far cry from the mostly dry scientist that she was normally. Truly showing how strong the program was, as it practically erased her original self...

Mikai, who had a scrunchy around her wrist and lots of pretty nails that really helped sell that plastic bimbo look, giggled a little as she bumped her tits up. Those massive melons bounced and her phone popped out, allowing her to point it towards them... And show absolutely nothing on the screen, because it needed to be edited-in later. "I've got the White Tiger, Byakko-chan. She's like, four stars and she's like, close to the max level! I had her since I started, you should've seen the look on my face when she dropped! Mmmph, I could just gobble her down with how tiny she is!"

"That's nothin. Look at this." Qilin, who wasn't even wearing pants to try and show that she was more 'mature' than her blonde partner, reached down to the phone sticking to her thigh thanks to the extra tight thong she wore. The camera didn't focus on her for too long, but it was clear that she was leaking. Perfect for a bit of eye candy during these advertisements. "I've got the real deal. Five star Cutiepie Albert. You know him. You love him. Max level, and I've got all the cuties that he needs to smash through those baddies." Honestly, she was practically making things up at this point. But that wasn't her problem. The tech guys were going to solve everything in post.

"Niiiice, nice nice nice. But I'm sorry, girls. You know I've got the best." Seiryu said, all while reaching into her tits and pulling out a much smaller and much more compact phone. Or rather, that's what she thought she did. That too, needed to be edited in after the recording was finalized. Atlas Corp didn't make phones that compact. "I've got him. Ten stars, God Himself, Atlas. So I guess I win again, girls. You should've rolled a bit more, I'm sure you would've gotten him."

"But how? Did you buy him?" Mikai and Qilin cried out in tandem, putting on the fakest possible voice that they could. They definitely didn't sound like they were shocked, and yet it was this completely artificial performance that tied it all together.

"Nah, I just used the code 'SUCKIT' when I made my account, and used the 100 free rolls. So girls, you know what it's time for, since you both lost?" Seiryu giggled. All while licking those bright blue lips of hers. Mmmph, she had been waiting for this moment...

Mikai and Qilin nodded as they giggled too. "Time to go earn a lil' extra so we can get God Himself!" They cried out in fake unity, all while the three of them seemingly strutted off into the night...

All while Hiro was struggling to look at what was going on in front of her. She just couldn't believe it. Not because she recognized the three as Mikai, Qilin and Seiryu. But because the sheer stupidity of the advertisement was giving her cringe fits. She thought she had taken her medication when she started meeting with Mikai. That girl made her need those pills. So why was this making it hurt even more?!

The clapperboard echoed out right as Hiro was looking elsewhere, and Mikai and co were back on stage. Strange, where had they been all this time?.. Honestly, if she tried to figure that out, her headache would probably just triple in size in the span of a short while. She shouldn't bother trying to figure that shit out, just focus on what was important. Trying to calm her nerves...

"Wh..." MIkai muttered, before blushing a bit. Great, now she was even wetter! And Hiro wasn't on stage this time! Something was definitely up, she definitely knew that much. But what was it? What had caused this? She really didn't know!

Qilin blinked a bit before she snickered. So the cheeky director had done something to make her wet. Clever. Cleeever. "Hiiiiroooo, would you mind helping clean us up?" She chimed as she turned towards the skunk-haired woman, who promptly tossed a cup at her to try and make her stop teasing her. Ah, such an easy target. She loved it. Even if she wasn't too pleased with the strange events going on.

Seiryu did her best to remain composed. Even though she had just been exposed to the slave version of that app. She didn't like it. She definitely didn't like it. Was this how Byakko felt whenever she got toyed with by that boy? Of course it would be. No wonder she had ended up as easily agitated. If this was what she went through every day, then... No, she had to focus. Don't think about what the slave app could do. Just get off stage before things could get any worse...

"Aaaalright. One more, then we start whipping out the scripts. Skunk-stripe, you're on. All four of you gotta advertise the same game, together." The director grinned while adjusting his shades. Man, this was more entertaining than messing with that silly General. Not quite arousing, but definitely entertaining.

Hiro sighed. Fine. At least she was going to be quick. It's not like this was going to take much longer. It was just an advertisement. Probably took a minute at worst. Just... Just focus on acting, and then everything'll be good. She just had to focus-

The sensation of stepping on stage shocked through her again, all while memories of what she had done before flooded through her mind. Wait a moment, she had posed like a slut in front of the camera. "You son of a-"

*CLAP*

He didn't even have to give them instructions this time. The sound of the clapperboard did all the work for him. Especially as all four of them started looking almost identical to one another. Just like when Hiro and Mikai were doing the sexy advertisement. But this time, their actual looks were a lot more plain. They still needed to be sexy, but they needed to be more relatable.

Plain colored t-shirts with different games printed on the front. Fat tits squeezed into those shirts, to make them both look attractive and nerdy. No glasses though, just the surface-level kind of nerdy. But at least they had their nice short shorts that were doing a terrible job at keeping them modest. Especially since it seemed like all four of them had shrunk a little to make them short stacks...

After all, you couldn't just advertise a game. Especially not if there wasn't anything too gripping about the game. What they needed was a bit of eye candy, and then let the words do the rest.

"Guys, I know you've seen these games with the puzzles in these ads." Hiro said, all while pointing towards her empty phone. "But today, I've found the game."

"The Palm of His Hand. It's the puzzle game you've been waiting for." Mikai followed up, looking barely different from Hiro. They were practically identical, and the only thing different about them was the shade of their hair and how bouncy they were. Mikai's breasts were a bit bouncier, and really distracted from the phone that was bouncing up and down on that bosom.

"You've seen it so many times. But this is the game that you've been waiting for." Qilin was the third in a series of identical girls, with her thighs keeping the phone squeezed between them. It didn't matter that you could barely even make out anything on the screen, even after post production. What mattered was that people stared and remembered what they saw.

Seiryu was down on the ground. With her phone barely covering up her unzipped shorts. "The Palm of His Hand. Play the game. Beat the puzzles. Prove that you're better than the ads." She sounded so confident, despite being almost identical to all the others. She thought herself so important, just because she was giving a good advertisement. All while panting...

All four of them remained standing in place. Repeating their part of the advertisement one at a time. Almost like a mantra. Almost like they were stuck repeating hypnotic commands that would render them nothing but advertising drones. Which would be a really terrible fate, all things considered. To be stuck doing nothing but advertising a shitty app that wouldn't be good for anything except bringing Atlas a bit of entertainment...

"Heh. As long as I don't clap the clapperboard, they're just going to stay like this. Great thinking!" The director laughed, all while putting the clapperboard down on its side. There's no way that it was going to end up clapping. Not while it was this motionless...

At least, that's what he thought. And then the doors to the studio were kicked open by one angry albino boy. Steam pouring from his head, all while the green-haired twink started to nervously laugh.

"THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS GF PRODUCTIONS, YOU FRAUD!" Atlas shouted as he stomped in the direction of the director that had scammed his way into this position. "YOU THINK I'M JUST GOING TO PAY YOU BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN LYING YOUR ASS OFF?!" Oh, he was pissed. Probably because the damn twink had gone ahead and used part of his workforce while lying his ass off.

The director tried to escape before things got too ugly, but he was too slow. The furious head grabbed him by the throat. All while squeezing hard enough to choke him out... Right before a squeaky honk echoed from that throat instead. And then the fury gave way to clarity, as Atlas' eyes turned even redder than they already were.

"I know that sound. I KNOW THAT SOUND BETTER THAN ANYTHING ELSE." The youth cried out as he ripped those shades off. And then he exploded. "YOU. YOUUUUUUUUU!"

The director, surprise surprise, was Golden Freedom's King Cobra. And his outfit quickly melted off as it returned to the normal erotic bodysuit that he was known for. "E-Ehehe." He squeezed out a labored giggle, all while trembling a bit in the boy's hands. Well then, he didn't expect him to figure out his ruse this quickly. "W-What gave me away..?"

"I SEARCHED YOUR DAMN COMPANY AND FOUND NOTHING BUT BULGES! WHEN DID YOU HAVE TIME TO PRODUCE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?" Atlas shouted as he shook the infernal villain all around. All while ignoring all the girls that were still being advertising drones in the background.

Cobra struggled to laugh as he was being shaken around like a dummy. All while smiling with those green lips of his. "L-Like.. T-This!" He cried out, right as a bright flash poured out from the ring around his neck.

"FUCK MY EYES-"

Atlas was forced to let go of the twink, who slithered off as fast as possible to avoid further punishment. Even if it was the most arousing experience he had gone through all day. Ah well, he had still been entertained thoroughly by all of this. And he had a fun story to share with the other parts of Golden Freedom. Win/win regardless of the end result.

"GET BACK HERE!" Altas cried out as he chased right after the twink once his vision returned, bumping his leg into the desk that had the clapperboard laying on top of it in the process. Resulting in him letting out an infernal curse as he hopped on one leg...

*CLAP*

And the girls being freed from their trance and their current transformation, letting them bear witness to the scene in front of them. The boss, running after Cobra like a cat chasing a mouse. And while most of them were trying to process what had happened...

All that Hiro really wanted at this point was a cold drink and a year's worth of PTO to forget that any of this ever happened...