ugh, social media is just so fucking TOXIC now any startup working on a women-only platform yet🙃
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ugh, social media is just so fucking TOXIC now any startup working on a women-only platform yet🙃
OMG my Insta is like, blowing up!! when guys talk about u 😍OMG my Insta is like, blowing up!! when guys talk about u 😍
Amazing Asian self-transformation story from a new author.
Read “Good Roots” on Reina Reign’s blog.
About two months ago, I got a message from Reina. She shared a rough draft of what is unquestionably the hottest self transformation story I’ve seen in a long time.
The language training sequence may be the best “adopting a faux Asian accent” prose I’ve ever read.
If you like my content, I can’t recommend Reina’s story highly enough.
Another collaboration with the excellent Abby White.
This one’s from a while back, but haven’t gotten around to properly editing it. Also, super hard to find SFW tentai images for Tumblr.
Warning: Contains mind control, forced F2F transformation, tentai and oviposition.
it was a stupid idea. Aliens didn’t exist. Alice has told herself that for years, yet here she was with Genieve and Becca in a goddamn forest looking for little grey men. She shook her head well you two can keep looking at the stars imma go over here and call John she misses her boyfriend. She made her way to a small clearing and took out her phone, momentarily blinded by the sudden light and began to text away.
Alice was too fixated on her screen to notice the stars above her being blotted out silently, the night sky being replaced by an inky blackness. There was a barely audible hum of otherworldly machinery powering whatever massive machine that was now directly over her.
Her phone flickered and the signed died, she tugged and smacked her phone against her thigh come on you stupid thing it was then that the hairs on her body stood on end. Humans were animals though they claimed the questionable honour of being self aware, however, animal instincts screamed through Alice’s body as a fundamental sense of wrongness seeped into her “Hey guys! Guys where are you?” her voice seemed to have lost the echo it had mere moments ago
But it was already too late, her cries might as well have been a hundred miles away. Alice was not trapped, though she wouldn’t realize just how trapped until later.Continue reading “Falling Up, Falling In”
Darkoshen’s comic based on my transformation story.
(Image by oo_sebastian__oo has been slightly cropped from source)
Commission for Jurodan based on pictures and outline they provided. Commission your own captions via my Patreon! (Please note that this is unusually long for a commission–I liked the premise and got carried away.)
Hermione hadn’t expected the spell to feel so good.
She’d known it would feel pleasant, of course. She’d created it,
painstakingly, secretly, over more than a month, as an anniversary present for
Ron. They’d married shortly after she finished her advanced studies
post-Hogwarts, and at first they’d both been very happy. Then, slowly, Ron had
started pushing things in the bedroom. Hermione knew he was more experienced
than her, but some of the things he wanted, the power and control—she just
couldn’t agree to that!
But she knew he was unhappy about it. He wanted more, and
she wanted to give him more—but she just couldn’t enjoy the things he wanted.
At least… not as she was normally. There was, she realized, a way she could
make herself enjoy it. Spells to increase libido, dampen the critical
faculties, enhance pleasure, reward submission. Dangerous spells, spells deep
in the gray area between the fully accepted and the Unforgivable. But she’d
found ways to study them, cracking the theory behind them, and slowly pieced
together a spell that combined elements of all of them, a spell that would make
her less intelligent, more submissive and sexually pliant. The hard part had
been making sure it would wear off in a day, but she’d… something.
It was getting hard to remember. The spell was working, and
it felt incredible. Her thoughts were
sluggish and she was getting more distracta—a wave of lust tingled through her
body. She’d put on her old Hogwarts uniform but left most of the buttons
undone—Ron seemed to have a… whatsitcalled. A thing for uniforms. And tits.
Tits! She’d never think that word before. It was a naughty
word! She giggled, still carefully aiming the wand at her head. The pink light
flowing from it felt like it was cleaning her out, sweeping away all the bad
stuff. All the nasty second thoughts and hesitations and implications and
rules. She felt so good, so happy and
horny, she just couldn’t wait until Ron got—
The door opened and Ron stared at his wife. “Um. Hermione?
What are you doing.”
The light faded and Hermione lowered the wand. “Uhhh… I
forget.” With Ron here, all she could think about was him tearing her panties
off and pinning her down on their bed. She waved in the general direction of
the little table by the door. “I left a note.” She giggled again.
Ron read it, his eyes getting wider as he read what she’d
done, and her promise to fulfill his every fantasy for the next 24 hours. Then
he looked up at Hermione. “Really?”
She smiled. “Uh-huh. Happy anni… thingy, honey!”
Ron grabbed her arm and half-dragged her to the bedroom, not
that he needed to. She laughed and followed him eagerly. She squealed as he
flung her onto the bed, and then spread her legs wide. “Please…” she moaned,
rubbing her va—her vaj… her pussy
through her panties. “Please Ron… fuck me…”
His trousers hit the floor, followed by his briefs a moment
later. His long, hard cock stood at attention, and Hermione’s mouth watered at
the sight of it. “How badly do you want it?” he asked her.
Hermione moaned. “Please… I’ll do anything, I need you so bad
Ron grinned. “Anything?”
They fucked four times that night. The first time was hard,
animalistic, desperate, the best sex either of them had ever had. The second,
Ron started by teasing Hermione, toying with her body until she thought she
would explode, or would have if she could still think, and only when she was
reduced to incoherent pleading did he finally take her and it was even better.
The third time he made her kneel and call him Master, licking and stroking his
cock until it was hard again, and then roughly ordered her to fuck him, which
was better still. By the fourth time they were both tired, but he ordered her
to get him hard yet again, then get on top and fuck him while chanting that she
was a dumb slut and his property—and that was the best of all.
Hermione woke the next morning feeling like her head was
stuffed with fuzz, which was pretty normal for mornings. But it didn’t unfuzz.
She remembered the night before like a whirlwind of pleasure and sensation,
vague images rising out of a general sea of bliss. She smiled at Ron’s sleeping
form, but something was tickling at the back of her head.
The spell’s wearing
off. It only lasts 24 hours, I cast
it yesterday evening, and it’s early afternoon now. That means there’s only—
She shook her head. Whatever, that was boring. The spell was
fun, she didn’t want to think about
it ending, she wanted to fuck Ron some more. She snuggled against him, sliding
her hand slowly down his body to his cock. Hermione gently stroked him, feeling
him getting harder in her hand.
She looked up into his open eyes. “Hmm, I bet I know what you want,” he said teasingly.
“Cock?” she asked hopefully.
“Sure,” he said. Then he took her hand and pulled it off
him. “After breakfast.”
Hermione pouted. “Pleeeeaaase, Master?”
“Breakfast first,” Ron said firmly. “Then fucking.”
She sighed and slid out of bed. Obeying him felt good, but
not as good as fucking him. As she
walked toward the kitchen, she thought about what to make. Weirdly, she had no
trouble remembering what ingredients they had or what recipes she knew.
That’s the exception
for domestic tasks and roleplay, she thought. Since Ron likes French maids so much.
It was like there was another voice in her head, the smart,
boring Hermione she used to be, and it kept poking through the nice fluffy pink
clouds before they covered it up again.
Metaphor. I’m getting
But the thoughts were distracting. She needed to focus on
breakfast! Cracking eggs, whisking them, scrambling them. Ron watched her from
the kitchen table while she cooked. He was naked and rock hard, and that was so
distracting there wasn’t room for anything but that and cooking.
She set the plate of eggs and bacon down in front of him and
then knelt by his chair. “What about your breakfast, pet?” he asked, and
gestured to his cock.
It took Hermione’s addled brain a moment to understand, but
then she eagerly rushed to obey, engulfing the head of his cock in her mouth. I didn’t used to like this, she thought,
but that was silly. It felt so good, how could she have ever refused?
Ron—Master—soon came in her mouth, and she swallowed him
down happily. Not much longer, she
thought as she gazed up at him. “I wish I could feel like this forever,” she
Ron looked down at her. “You mean that?”
She nodded emphatically. “Uh-huh! This feels so good! But
the spell’s gonna end soon…”
Ron stroked her cheek. “We could do this again some time.”
Nononono I hate this
stuff! I’m only doing it for Ron! “No,”
Hermione said. But she didn’t hate this, how could she hate something that felt
so good? “Feels so good, I don’t wanna ever stop.”
Ron smiled nervously. “If… if you really mean that, if you
want to keep going, we could… cast the spell again?”
No! Don’t make me stay
like this longer! “Then I’ll stay like this longer! You’re so smart,
He leaned down to kiss her. “Never thought I’d hear you say
that. C’mon, show me where your notes are? I might not get the theory, but I
can probably figure out how to cast the spell.”
Hermione struggled to remember where she put her notes,
while at the same time some other memory was clamoring for her attention,
something about wanting to make this temporary. But then they found the notes,
and Ron read through them.
By the time the shadows outside were growing long, he was
ready. Hermione knelt in front of Ron, both naked, while he pointed his wand
between her eyes. Her mind whirled as she stared up at him. This was what he
wanted. It felt so good to do what he wanted! But I don’t want to stay—The sex last night was so good! She loved
serving, fucking, sucking, being on her knees! But—There was some reason she should tell him to stop, but it was
so hard to remember it! So hard to think about anything other than that pink
light, how good it felt when it wiped her mind clean of sad, boring, smart-girl
voices. So much easier just to kneel and wait while he double-checked the
And then her mind cleared. Her eyes widened as she realized
the spell had worn off, and Ron was about to cast it again! She opened her
mouth, about to shout “Stop!” And then the pink light flowed over her from
Ron’s wand and pleasure filled her thoughts. Her jaw dropped as it filled her
head, the pleasure, the submission, the desire. She was supposed to tell him to
stop, because, because… because why? It felt so good, and it was so easy to let
I’m never going to be
the old me again, she thought, and then there was only pink.
364 days later…
Hermione knelt at her Master’s feet, gazing up at him
happily. It was their usual evening ritual, when Master cast the spell that
kept her dumb and happy and enslaved. Then they would play, and go to bed, and
tomorrow she would slowly get smarter and more confused until evening, when
Master would make her dumb and everything would be simple again.
The voice of Boring Hermione nagged at the back of her mind,
like it always did before the spell, but Hermione had a lot of practice
ignoring her smarter side. She just thought about how good the spell was going
to feel, how great it was to have Master to make all the decisions for her so
she could just fuck and suck and have fun and be happy.
But something was different today. Where was Master’s wand?
For a moment, Hermione panicked. Did he forget? Was he going to let Boring
Hermione take over?
“Happy anniversary!” Master said, and held out something for
Hermione to take. She looked it over in confusion. A collar? With writing on
it. It said… she bit her lip while she tried to work it out. S… l… u… t..? She
looked up at Master in confusion.
“It’s yours!” he said. “It took me ages to figure out on my
own, but it’s got the spell woven into it! As long as you wear it, I won’t need
to cast it—it’ll be permanent, never weakening, never wearing off.”
Hermione stared up at Master, trying to work it out. Deep
inside her, Boring Hermione was screaming. It’ll
be permanent! I’ll never be able to think for myself again! “Permanent..?
So I’ll… I’ll be like this forever?”
Master nodded. “Exactly.”
Boring Hermione screamed and screamed as Hermione smiled
dazzlingly. “Oh, Master! Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She held the
collar up to him, and he took it from her solemnly.
Hermione cried. Stop, let me out, I don’t
want this, I—And then the collar was around her neck, and the voice went
“Now, slut,” said Master, “for my present. I’ll let you pick
it out—where do you want my cock?”
Hermione gazed up at him in dazed bliss and gestured to her
“Right answer,” said Master.
And then there was the cock in her mouth, and the pink bliss
in her brain, giggles and sex and outfits, serving and pleasing her Master,
She couldn’t have been happier.
(Image by InCase)
Kelly didn’t want to dress up as a slutty kitty for Halloween.
She didn’t want to get on her knees in front of her boyfriend.
She didn’t want to have DD-cup tits and she certainly didn’t want to show them off like that.
But with the collar around her neck, it didn’t really matter what she wanted.
Mother knows best too: Like mother like daughter
This is a sequel to my story Mother knows best
It had been a few months since Evelyn had taken over her daughters body and become the bitchy Isabelle. Her plan had been to dropout of college and pursue a life of luxury from the first rich sap that she could ensnare. Her plans changed when she realized that there were already of plenty rich idiots attending the college that she could wrap around her little finger.
She had gone through several already. Each one eager to bed the infamous Isabelle. The same Isabelle who manipulated her way into taking over the Alpha Phi Sorority even though she was only a freshman. The same Isabelle who had taken joy in blackmailing her professors into giving her straight A’s. The same Isabelle who was currently receiving oral sex from the Captain of the football team.
“Mmmmm that’s it baby, just a few minutes longer and I’ll let you score a touchdown.” She moaned in pleasure. She had never had a chance to attend college due to getting pregnant with Issy so it seemed fitting to her now that she would get to live it in her daughter’s body. She had left Issy’s old boring life behind and had become the evil bitch Isabelle so quickly everyone simply accepted it. Everyone except her friend Nat.
Nat and Issy had been roommates for the first few months of college and had immediately hit it off. The night Isabelle emerged Nat arrived home to find her moving out. Isabelle belittled Nat and treated her like dirt. “Why would I ever be friends with such a loser like you.” She had said as laughed in her face.
Nat couldn’t accept that her friend had changed so rapidly, so suddenly. Over the next few months Nat kept tabs on her. She noted that whenever she saw her she wore the saw pair of hooped earrings. She began to investigate them online and in old dusty books she found in the library. Soon she was convinced that they were earrings that belonged to a long dead Inca Queen who sold her soul to imbue the earrings with dark magic. She was sure that Isabelle’s earrings and these earrings were one in the same.
She knew if she could remove the earrings from Isabelle then her friend could be saved. Unbeknownst to her of course was that Evelyn had put her own soul into the jewelry and was in control of Issy. She came up with a plan to drug her friend and take the earrings off without her becoming wise to her.
Luckily for her Isabelle was a huge party girl and loved to drink, smoke and take drugs so slipping a little sedative into the mix proved easy. She snuck into the Sorority house where Isabelle now lived and crept up to the master bedroom where she found Isabelle passed out on her bed.
She couldn’t be sure how long she would be out for as she didn’t know how much sedative she would of taken so she had to act fast. She slowly moved to the bed until she was right above her. Nat couldn’t believe how beautiful she was up close. She had been pretty when she was plain old Issy but she was an absolute knockout now. Her tits were bigger, her body slimmer without an ounce of fat on it and even though she was asleep Nat was in fear of her just like everyone else.
Nat slowly moved her hands to Isabelle’s ears and unclipped the earrings. She stepped back successful in her mission. She held the earrings in her hand and thought about how beautiful they looked. She looked over at her sleeping friend and took in her beauty again. She caught her own reflection in the earrings and a compulsion came over her.
Had she come all this way to save her friend or had she come to take what she truly wanted. The more she thought about it the more it made sense to her that what she really wanted was to have what Isabelle had. She wanted to be beautiful and feared. She wanted men to fall at her feet and worship her. Before she knew she had put on the earrings and was looking at herself in the mirror.
“Mmmmm yes give me the power, I deserve the power.” She commanded but nothing was happening. Suddenly she heard a voice in her head.
“Well this is unexpected now isn’t it? You are that friend of my daughter’s aren’t you? Nat right? I thought that I could only possess members of my own bloodline but this opens up so many more… mmmm delicious possibilities.” The sultry voice said.
“Possession? What do you mean possession? I thought I would be getting the power of the Inca queen.“ Nat said worriedly.
“Oh my dear that power is bound with my soul now but you will get your wish.”
“What do you-“ Nat had begun to say but then against her will threw her head back and moaned. She let out an evil cackle as her head slowly lowered back. She ran a hand over her body examining it in the mirror.
“Hmmmm this is a delightful surprise.” Said Evelyn now in full control of Nat. “I’ll have to do something about this dreadful look though.”
The new Nat waved her hand over her body and if began to reshape and change. Her butt plumped up, her tits shot out and her waist tightened. Her nails grew long and sharp and hair disappeared all over her body except on her head.
She waved her now perfectly manicured hand over her face and it warped into a cold and calculating skew of what it once was. Her hair curled and her lips puffed up.
“Now this I can live with.” She said as she moved her hand down and stroked her hairless pussy. “Ohhhh and another virgin, this will be fun.” She said as she smiled wickedly to herself. Suddenly she heard stirring coming from the bed.
“What’s going on? Where am I? Nat? Is that you?” Issy said coming too.
“It’s Natalia now my darling daughter.” Natalia stated while admiring herself some more in the mirror.
Issy quickly got up and faced her mother. “Mom? Oh I remember now, you tricked me and stole my body and turned me into this… This…” Issy tried to finish but she was distracted by her own reflection.
“… Sexy bitch.” She finished as she marvelled at her changed body. “How did you do this? I look like such a fucking bitch I love it.”
“Im glad you like it, I made only slight improvements but the evil bitch was in you all along I just had to let her out. Now that I don’t need to take your body to have my fun I can mould you into the evil daughter I always wanted.” Natalia said stoking her daughters hair.
She conjured up two hoop earrings similar to her own out of thin air and handed them to Issy. “Take these, they are a fraction of my power but will still allow you to do whatever you feel like Issy.”
“Call me Isabelle, that name suits a hot slut like me better.” Isabelle said putting on the earrings while Natalia looked at her daughter with evil pride and thought ‘like mother like daughter’.
Wish Come True
Danielle was a nice girl, pretty, smart. Everything people like about young adults. She has a boyfriend Called Frank who was a little shy and small but she loved him anyway.
Her and Frank were helping her mother move house, while in the attic packing boxes, Frank finds a very old lamp. He throws it to Danielle, “Hey is this your mom’s?” She takes it and looks at it. “No way! It’s nothing like I’ve seen in this house and I grew up here.” Giving it a rub a big cloud of smoke fills the room and with a flash of light they are stunned. A person only that can be described as a genie is standing in front of the stunned couple. She looks at Danielle. “You have freed me. Since you both held the lamp I will grant each of you 3 wishes. Who would like to go first?”
Danielle looks at Frank in shock and steps forward as she wants to go first. She never really wanted anything for herself but she looks back at Frank and wonders if she can fulfil his life a little more. He has always being shy, it has held him back in his job and his life she decides when will help him.
“What is your first wish?” The genie asks. “I wish Frank was a more assertive.” She sees him turn his head quickly to the side like he has just been hit with something he seems dazed so she makes her other wishes. “I wish he was better with money”. Same again, he looks to be hit and dazed. “And last I wish he was a bit more muscular” she says biting her lip. “Maybe that last one was a bit more selfish” she thinks to herself.
Closing her eyes and turning around to see her new boyfriend. She feels a hand grab her waist and pulling her in before she can open them. It didn’t feel like Frank but it she knew it was him. Opening her eyes after and embracing kiss. Frank looks at her and rubs her cheek softly, he then looks up at the geine and says “I wish Danielle had the body of a stunning blonde bimbo”.
The genie nods and Danielle cannot believes the words the came out of his mouth! She pushes him away but before she can say anything she feels like she has just be hit. She feels her lips plump up and her vision is blurred for a second. The changes stop long enough for her to run to find a mirror. Her lips are so full and sexy, her eyes seem bigger and are now blue. She feels another hit, this time her hair changes to golden blonde. Her waist pulls in and she feels her hips and ass stick out turning around her pants struggles to contain her new figure. She feels her nails grow and change colour, tingling now travels up her arms into her chest she can feel her breast swell, It seems to stop but soon starts again this time like they are being filled. Soon she knows she now has huge fake breasts. She falls to the floor she seems to shake and convulse as the last of the changes take hold. Her skin tans, legs take more shape and lengthen, all blemishes disappear and makeup appears on her new stunning facial features and perfect straight white teeth match her new sex lips, she feels her pussy tighten and expand out to look pump and moisten to match her new lips. She lays there as the changes stop. She tries to stand up but now finds herself wearing high black heels. Stand up and looking in the mirror she sees nothing familiar, that wasn’t her. Black bra, Tight thong and sexy black stockings and suspenders to match is all that covers her. She looks at the geine and back at Frank, cleary with a big erection in his pants and a smile on his face. She turns to the geine in desress “I wish I was back to normal!”
She feels stuck again but this time no changes, she is forced to her knees. “These are not your wishes to make.” Frank walks over to her, dick in hand. “Well Danni, my bimbo, how great you turned out. Thanks for making me a dominate male, maybe you should becareful what you wish for. Now act how your new body looks, like the slut you are or I will give you a mind to match it!” She stares at his cock. Is this something she could be? A bimbo? Her and Frank were very vanilla and nornally just had sex. She puts her new lips around his head and grabs his shaft, she can feel him tense. She tries to take it further but shakes her head and pulls pack. “I can’t this isn’t me!” She cries. Frank pulls her golden hair and forces her back on his cock, to her throat and turns to the geine…“I wish Danni had a submissive personality to suit her new body”. Danni’ s eyes scream and they turn a shade of pink and her vision goes white. Her head fills with pink, cocks and orgasms all she wants now is a cock in each hole. She starts moving her head back and forth on his hard shaft. She starts to moan and suck like a pro. Danielle was gone and the bimbo Danni now exists in her place. She feels Frank ready to cun in her new tailored mouth and grabs his hips and forces herself as far down as she can on his dick. He cums in her mouth she feels a wave of pleasure hit her as she cums herself from the changes taking hold. She pulls herself off kissing the tip of his penis and stands up. “Hey babe thanks for the hot load I love sucking your cock Babe” she giggles and faces the geine. “Thanks for the body, I feel incredible! Frank Babe, what’s your last wish? Let’s get out of here and fuck, I can’t wait to try out this pussy on you.” She kneels down on all fours in front of the mirror and sticks her ass out in his direction and starts to rub her new plump pussy. “Hurry babe I need cock”
“Well let’s see…I have a new body as you wished for me and a personality like you wished for me. Let me think. How do I be better with money? I know, I wish all your friends were exactly like you.” With that said the geine nods as the last wish is granted. The lamp fades away and isn’t anywhere to be seen. Frank laughs as he moves to fuck his new slut in the attic. “I can’t wait to see what the others look like. I’m going to be rich whoring them out.” He grabs the bimbo by her hips and lines up to her ass. “Maybe I’ll whore you out if I like the other girls more” Danni didn’t care nor heard what he said, all she could think about as he pushed himself deep in her was ways to make self sexier for her man. She opens her eyes to see Frank fucking her in the mirror and a dildo appear in the mirror in front of her lips. She opens her mouth and sucks it like before knowing it’s a gift from the geine, she closes her eyes and sinks into bliss as she has everything she wants.
Great first post by @bottlemagic
I’m a sucker for ‘male corrupted’ setup! Hope to see more.
A small snippet from a long lost story I stumbled upon. All credit to the the original author, James Craft.
From:“James Craft” <email@example.com>
To:“Abbiko Harding” <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Poor, poor, sexy dolly.
Why is Abbiko so confused? First she says that she knows her name, then she is confused?
Abbiko should just wear her sexy pink dolly clothes, her sexy pink dolly makeup, her sexy dolly hair, have a protein shake and go to her Japanese lessons. She should not worry about such confusing things. She should just giggle and smile, and flirt like Kuman-san wishes. She should learn to walk sexy and look sexy, like Kuman-san wishes. Kuman-san knows how to train a silly girly dolly like Abbiko. He knows that OTTII wants Abbiko to be this way. He will help her to be this way if only Abbiko-doll is a good girl and obeys Kuman-san’s instructions.
Master will send power of attorney papers to Abbiko-doll to sign. Then she will not have to worry about confusing things anymore. OTTII will care for her from now on.
Good news! OTTII management is very-very happy with Abbiko-doll. They are considering moving her to Kobe office to be closer to them. But first Abbiko-doll must sign power of attorney papers, and Abbiko-doll must obey Kuman-san when he gives her instructions.Think about it Abbiko-doll. Working at the head office with all the top OTTII executives. Is this not what Abbiko-doll wants? Be a good dolly and show your appreciation to Okejimi-san when you see him next.
From:“Abbiko Harding” <email@example.com>
To:“James Craft” <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Dear Master Craft,
Abbiko is soooo happy OTTII is pleased with her!!! They want Abbiko to move Kobe office!!! This is what Abbiko always want, to get respect as woman and work in Head Office where Abbiko can be noticed for her skills!! Abbiko is so happy when she read this, she go to see Okejimi-san right away. He is very happy that Abbiko is so pleased, but he does say it would be shame to lose Abbiko as she help his department very much. Abbiko give Okejimi-san long, sloppy blow job to say thank you, and then pull up her skirt so he can fuck Abbiko. Abbiko is in Okejimi-san office for nearly 90 minutes.
Abbiko will try extra hard with Kuman-san now. Abbiko know she have something to aim for and that OTTII are pleased with Abbiko, and not just overlook her because she is woman. Abbiko think this many time before, but now Abbiko know she was wrong. OTTII is right to give Okejimi-san promotion over Abbiko, so Abbiko can maybe go to Head Office instead.
Abbiko get power thingy papers earlier and sign right away, not even read them. Abbiko know that OTTII is good to her. Master Craft should get papers in company mail soon.
Abbiko have to go now, she have lesson with Kuman-san. Abbiko so happy now!!!
OTTII Shares Division
Found an archived version a while back and forgot to share it.
If you’re into speech changes, this is the gold standard IMHO.