Next step

Rick was glad the hypno-app he developed was working so smoothly. It was how he managed to get this harem of celebrities, none of whom remembered their past lives, and who probably never would, but they seemed happy enough just to get his cock.

That said, Rick wanted more. After all, what good was a harem if he couldn't share it with others...?

So he used the app to target his next targets...

Bebe Rexha was enjoying a day out on the town.

When a strange text accompanied by a spinning spiral greeted her.

"Go buy 70s housewife outfits, doll up your hair in a bouffant, wear bright red lipstick, then, at 10 PM, report to this address dressed as a housewife," Bebe read the texts.

"What a load of crap."

Jenna Ortega was taking selfies outside her house when her text came in.

"You will dress in a crop top that goes past your midriff and a micro miniskirt, and put on lots of makeup. Then, go tqo a bar and flirt with men old enough to be your dad. By 10 PM, report to this address," she read.

"As if."

Rick couldn't wait for his stay-at-home wife and bratty jailbait daughter to 'come home' that night.