Transcript Start
“Right…it’s really nice having someone like you to depend on boss…”
By the time her new ID card clips itself to the generic lanyard appearing around her slender neck, the last bits of Helen’s face turns into smoke, dull purple eyes staring at Edward before fading away completely along with everything else; her glasses, her beautiful purple hair. All of it replaced with the visage of a rather generic office lady styling her plain black hair in a bob cut, blinking vapidly with her plump lips ajar. Not minding her impressive cleavage on display with the new persona of Edward’s slave ingraining itself in Helen’s mind.
Where Helen once knew a myriad methods to take down an opponent far larger than her, the knowledge of how best to bring a man to climax and a bevy of sex positions had taken hold.
Where Helen once knew how to handle a variety of firearms both human and alien in design, all she knew now were the erogenous zones on a penis and months of dick sucking to all but nullify her gag reflex, feeling herself grow a little wet at the memory of having Edward’s dick jammed down her throat so much so that if something wasn’t knocking against the back of her throat, she would begin to grow restless.
And where she once thought of Edward as a cherished friend she had to sacrifice to the Institute for his aptitude in the role of Archivist, all she now knew was that she was his slave disguised as his eye candy secretary, barely worth being looked upon. The only reason Edward had thought to hire her in the first place was because she had an amazing set of boobs and an equally heavenly pussy that had remained tight despite aggressive use, her hymen fading away to match that reality as her innards loosen substantially. The warrior she once was a fading dream in the empty braincase of the mindless office slut that had taken her place.
The ruination of Administrator Helen was now complete. Thorough and devastating, there was no hope of resistance with how quick and fast Helen had been rewritten.
“So what’re you waiting for Dollie? Do you need me to remind you how to thank someone?”
It takes her a few seconds to process her boss’ command, but once Dollie realizes what she needs to do, it doesn’t take long for her to calmly walk over to Edward’s side, kneeling unashamed as she fondles her milky breasts, squishing the two meaty orbs into a tantalizing pillow, cupping her nipples as she holds them up for her boss to look at, salivating at the sight of his erect pecker tenting his jeans. The prisoner's vest he once wore now replaced with a neatly ironed dapper suit fitting for an Administrator like him.
“With a titfuck, right boss? Or was it sucky wuckies with my mouth…”
“Go ahead and do what you like, at this point I'm done reminding you.”
He had to suppress a laugh as he heard her say those words without hesitation and in the voice of his former in-command no less, leaning back in his chair as he feels her dexterous fingers unzip his fly before getting to work, pressing them up between her warm pillowy breasts in an enveloping titfuck, leaning forward as the ordinary desk morphs into a mahogany table fit for a king, hiding her from view under the table with the soft slaps of her eager mouth filling the air as she moves on to stuffing Edward’s erect member with gusto, feeling the head of it rubbing against the back of her throat as he withdraws the strange gemstone within his pocket.
Rewriting reality was a cinch now that he had this nifty artifact in his possession, working as an ‘Editor’ of sorts that lets the user change the traits of anyone they desired as long as they were in view. Making it so that the guards arrested him by implanting the memory of a crime had been simple. Turning Administrator Helen into the ditzy intern-turn-secretary Dollie had been even easier and much more gratifying; taking all that power away and leaving her with nothing. She had been too trusting, and she was paying for it with a fresh hot load down her throat. Stroking Dollie’s head lovingly as she giggles with a drip of semen leaking down her lips.
But Andrew wasn’t done with his revenge. The rest of the Institute had it coming, and they were none the wiser to what their newest Administrator had in store for them…
Transcript End
A sortof reboot for The Editor series I had on the burner for a long time. Abit on the darker side but ehh.
Link to Part 1 : www.deviantart.com/yakertg/art…
Link to my Discord for easier communications or if you just wanna chat : discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk
Link to my Patreon where I upload exclusive caps and stories if you feel like supporting me with a small fee : www.patreon.com/YakerTG
Image 1 by FFFukuzawa : www.pixiv.net/en/users/4576358…
Image 2 by Esojima Gary : twitter.com/7daph8cveCiHxDH