bakerstreet | So corruptible

The world's an imperfect, chaotic place. Plans change, empires crumble, and screws fall loose all the time. In this life, there's nothing that can truly be controlled or shaped perfectly by your own hands. It's better to just accept it and move on.

Or is it?

Today, the multiverse has given a select few the choice. They now have the means (if they didn't before) to control someone, mentally and physically, and rebuild them from the ground up. Magic, science, medicine, mind control, whatever they need, they now have access to. For some, this may be incredibly appealing. Others may need a little...push, but soon enough, they'll feel the urge to completely break someone just to rebuild them. As for the rest of the populace?

Given the nature of the environment, the drive will for sexual manipulation, and that may require some tinkering with morals, tastes, and intelligence. Usually, this would be beyond the realm of possibility, but here and now? There are many flavors of mental transformation, so creativity reigns supreme. A few of the more popular choices:

Sluttification: Is there anything more scandalous than breaking an innocent or proper person and changing them into a sex-crazed, vulgar whore? Maybe there's a desire for a more sexually liberated partner, or maybe you want to turn a princess into a slut to walk the streets.
Bimboization: God, people around here think too much. It'd be so much better and so much easier to find a partner if the person you desired wasn't so smart, if they were happy all the time and had the perfect body even Barbie would envy.
Genderswap: They say you don't know someone until you take a walk in their shoes. Or with their genitals.
Orientation Swap: Highly controversial, but this can leave the straightest guy craving cock (or the straightest girl willing to do more than just experiment).
Feminization: Girls will be girls and boys will be...girls? Everyone loves a crossdresser! It may be a challenge, but it'd be interesting to see even the most macho men turned into femme bois.

Of course, these transformations wouldn't be complete without the physical aspect. Would your new slut look better with a whorish wardrobe? How about a bimbo with bigger tits? Or, even more exciting, outfits for crossdressing? No body can't be modified, no tattoo or piercing left undone.

So get to work, creators of a new person. Or get worked on. Whatever happens, you probably won't come out unscathed. But really, it's better to give in and not worry about it. After all, the world's an imperfect, chaotic place.

[ooc:

Just a sluttification/general transformation open post, as discussed by a few people.
There's nothing really complex here. This is a place to play out this mind break/transformation fetish.
DO NOT LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. Please put some general information in your comment or use the below form:

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Name: Age: Transformer/controller or the transformed/controlled?: Would you prefer to play the one doing the transforming/controlling or the one being transformed/controlled Yes: Kinks or transformations you're okay with (ie, sluttification, genderswap). You also might want to put what degree of modification you're up for (ie, I'd like tattoos but no extreme body modifications, etc) No: Kinks or transformations you're not okay with or not interested in playing Anything Else: Any other notes or permissions go here
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Panting, Abel glances back over his shoulder with a grin. He feels so safe and happy with Cain, even though he knows so little about Cain. They have amazing sex and they’re compatible starfighter partners. That should be more than enough. And yet Abel knows that he’s already emotionally attached.

It’s just a crush, he tells himself. He’s good at sex and he’s a good fighter. He doesn’t care about me.

It really is more than enough. What else could they possibly need? Cain can't really think of anything. Not that he's thinking about anything else aside from riding out the last of his orgasm and leaning forward, unconcerned about the mess as he pushes his face into the back of Abel's neck.

"Good think we're in the shower," he murmurs, his arms moving back around Abel's stomach.

"Mhm," Abel agrees, leaning back against Cain with a soft, breathless laugh. He tips his head back onto Cain's shoulder, closing his eyes blissfully. "Let's just stay here forever," he murmurs, not fully intending to say it out loud. He just wants to lingering in this moment, when he feels safe, cherished, and wanted.

Cain huffs out a quiet laugh, nosing into Abel's hair. He'd be fully content to stay in here a little longer as well, but he doesn't know how long they'll last before their legs give out. It's been quite an eventful day. "We can't. You'll turn into a wrinkled up prune."

With that, he moves them backwards into the water again and starts rewashing Abel. He seems pretty attached and that's good for all of them. It'll get things moving along quicker. And then what? He supposes he doesn't have to think that far ahead just yet. Better to just keep his head right here with Abel.

"I'll be fine," Abel insists, giggling. "Do you think your cock would prune if you were in the shower too long? I bet your balls would." He can't help but laugh, feeling dazed, playful, and very affectionate. He lets Cain handle him, helping to wash Cain a little in return but mostly obeying Cain's lead.

Cain snorts, rolling his eyes, careful to avoid Abel's cock when washing him. Both of them seem insatiable lately and they really do have to get out of the shower sometime soon.

"Then you'd have to suck on them, wrinkles and all." He pulls them under the water to rinse off.

"Yeah?" Abel smiles at him and leans in to kiss the side of Cain's throat. "I have to, huh? Or else your heart will break for lack of getting your balls sucked."

Lazy with pleasure, Abel nestles into Cain's arms, nuzzling softly at him.

"Yeah, something like that. More like- my dick will probably break and that would be sad for us all." He's not bringing his heart into this. Nope.

But... it's hard not to, when Abel nuzzles against him so sweetly, letting Cain finish washing them up. He starts to nuzzle back but then he catches himself, smacking at Abel's ass. "Alright, Princess. As tempting as it is to fuck you again, I'd rather be horizontal right now. Out." He leans over to turn the water off, at least.

Abel's a little wobbly as he gets out and dries off. He can't help but steal glances over at Cain every few seconds. His lover. His partner. It's sweet how careful Cain is with him sometimes.

Abel collapses into their bed, immediately reaching for Cain and drawing him into a soft, sweet kiss.

He tries not to be too sweet and careful with Abel, but apparently that doesn't always work. Abel has definitely gotten under his skin and when he stops trying so damn hard, this is what happens.

Cain follows Abel into bed, curling a leg around his waist and moving his hands up the other man's chest as he leans into the soft kisses. Well... his mission will work better if Abel gets what he wants too, right? Softness, affection, all the kissing. That's what this is, definitely.

But lately when he tries to rationalize these things with the mission, he starts to feel bad. Lifting his head, breaking the kiss and looking down at Abel. "Hey, listen. I..." he starts, but he doesn't know how to finish.

"Listening," Abel murmurs, all sweet smiles. When Cain hesitates, Abel ducks his head, kissing Cain's adam's apple. And then, as long as he's right there, a few kisses along the side of Cain's neck. Maybe a few more. By which time Abel's thoroughly distracted himself from whatever Cain was going to say.

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