Strange Magic, by Misterman1965

“Well, fuck my sideways, Marcie. Has that lazy fuck Lowgrove finally uploaded?”

“No Gina, that was Touched by Magic, this is Strange Magic, by Misterman1965”

“Huh, given the absolute generic title and boomer username this sounds like hot garbage.”

“Actually Gina. It is an extremely popular story that, despite having only been released this January, has already accumulated over 14k likes and 1.5 Million views.”

“How many likes did engin’s story got again?”

“...28, counting the ones we gave.”

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Gina, please stop bullying her.”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t give a fuck if this one’s popular. The readers of this dump truck of a site don’t have any taste in the first place. So what’s this about, Marcie?”

“Let us see, it is in the mind control category and it appears to be about a young man who finds a magic spell that makes all the girls fall in love with him.”

“What the fuck? That’s like the most basic ass plot ever! How the fuck did this trash get so many likes?”

“I thought you didn’t *ehem* give a fuck?”

“Bah! Let’s just start reading!”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

“Ok, this is about some virgin loser nerd who wants to bang a girl so he tries out some **** spell. Geez, how creative. Never heard that one before.”

“Dave Harris, no connection to our current vice president, I am sure, is your typical average high school student. He stumbles upon a dubious looking website and decides purely out of boredom to try out a love spell.”

“Huuuuuuuhhhhhhh…”

“Gina…”

“I just….how did this short intro chapter get 177 likes? Not even unkown ever got that many and she has like thirty alternate accounts!”

“Gina, it is rather uncouth to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous! It just pisses me off! Why doesn’t Ted get that many likes?”

“Probably because his writing only appeals to you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Anyway, it seems we have quite a few choices on who to turn into our love ****.”

“No, Marcie. These aren’t choices. We aren’t picking the mother and sister option. And I’m not into MILFs.”

“Very well, so, the hot, blonde, cheerleader it is.”

“Obviously.”

You’re sure if she knew, she’d thick you were a creep and never have anything to do with you.

“First typo in the story and it is a Freudian slip. This will be a good one.”

“And this chapter was even shorter! That was like six paragraph and got fucking 131 likes!”

“Gina, let it go.”

“Fine! At least if they are that short we get through them fast! So, yeah spell worked. Bitch Tracey is now head over heels into the creep.”

She nods in answer to your unfinished question. "I'm gay." Then her eyes meet yours and she blushes a bit redder. "Or... I always thought I was. Recently, I've been wondering if I'm bi, or maybe homoflexible." She licks her lips. "Most guys don't do anything for me." She tells you. "But some..." Now it's her turn to let her sentence hang unfinished, lingering on the last word as she looks at you.

“Uh-oh.”

“What?”

“I was just expecting you would go on one of your usual over the top outbursts right about now.”

“Don’t be absurd, Marcie. I’m in college now. I’m a mature woman and I’m no longer triggered by some lesbian conversion story written by some straight fuck in order to get his rocks off. I’m the very picture of CALM and COLLECTED.”

“Are you sure? Your left eye is twitching.”

“YES!”

"Well, I'm already happy that you're here." You tell her. "But to tell the truth, I'm really not that interested in studying. I'm doing OK in English, and we're seniors, no one is going to care about our grade on that test."

“My word, I agree with you, Gina. This protagonist is simply dreadful!”

“Yeah, figures that’s that what ticks you off, Marcie.”

“And now we have our first sex scene. Well, the beginning at least. We actually have another choice to make in the middle of it.”

“Oh, it’s one of those stories.”

“You really have to be more specific, Gina.”

“You know, were you get to decide how much of scumbag asshole the protagonist is.”

“Hmm, I do not think there is anything wrong with choices.”

“…”

“Gina?”

“I’m missing the option to fuck this fucker up and get back together with the hot girlfriend instead.”

“Why do I have the feeling you would enjoy this story a lot more if the protagonist was female?”

“Fine, let’s go with the option that has the biggest chance to fuck this fucker over.”

“In this branch, Dave is actually conflicted about his attempted **** and tells Tracey the truth.”

“Aaaand, of course Tracey is fully on board with getting enslaved!”

“You picked that one, Gina. Personally, I think you would have liked the struggling paths more.”

“No, I wouldn’t!”

I could start by making a list of other girls for you to make into your camels."

You ask in puzzlement "Camels?"

Tracey smiles, "because you plan to HUMP them."

“...pfft.”

“OH, FUCK YOU, MARCIE!”

“What? It was a good joke.”

You smirk at her and give her a playful shove. “Come on, she’s my sister. It doesn’t matter how hot she is. Do you have a sister? If you do, I bet she’s pretty. Honestly, would you want to have sex with her if she was enchanted with you?”

“Oh fuck meeeeee! I choose this fucking path because I didn’t want the fucking inceeeeeeest!”

“Gina please.”

“I already just about had it with this lesbian **** conversion shit! I’m NOT putting up with ****!”

“This also leads to another choice. There are quite a lot of them in there. I am surprised we have not hit a **** end yet.”

“uhu. How are we making sure we don’t pick the **** choice, Marcie?”

“hmm…they do sound fairly the same. A difficult choice...”

"No", she said in a stoic deadpan with her beautiful face in a stony glower. Has she always been that pretty, you quickly glance at her body. Her cleavage is bursting from her blouse, you salivate a little. Maybe... No, that could wait until later.

“THAT WAS THE WRONG CHOICE! PICK THE OTHER CHAPTER!

“Alright, alright, geez.”

“Jesus Christ, Dave is one hell of an impatient motherfucker.”

“Well, I mean, technically he hasn’t fucked his mother, yet.”

“What I am trying to say, Marcie….is that this guy barely waited a single day before enslaving another girl. Tracey’s girlfriend in fact.”

Leah frowns deeply. “I’m gay — I shouldn’t want sex with a guy.” She shakes her head hard. “Fuck! I’m black… and you basically made me a ****. That is tremendously fucked up.”

“Alright, Gina. This is a good opportunity to talk about the pitfalls of lampshading and self awareness.”

“UGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

“This story is very self aware. This is not the first time it basically hits you over the head with how problematic certain aspects of its writings are. And normally I would say that is a good thing.”

“But lemme guess, it for some reason isn’t!”

“I think you can be too blatant about it. I do not think Leah’s race needed to be brought up at all. At least not in this context. It comes across as a tad, je ne sais quoi, self indulgent, like the author is self-fellating.”

“Ok, first that is gross as fuck. Second, what the fuck does that even mean?”

“To put it succinctly, I take issue with the fact that the author uses the girls as his temporary mouthpieces, informing us, that he is aware that these depictions are in poor taste in a crude attempt to deflect any possible discrimination allegations. In doing so, he removes any agency of the character and ironically only reinforces the stereotype.”

“Marcie, these words actually made me dumber just by listening to them. “

“I think we should move on.”

“Good idea.”

When you see her, you can’t help thinking that Tracey’s mom has got it going on. You know the old song was “Stacey’s Mom,” but looking at her, you don’t care.

“NEVER EXPLAIN THE JOKE, YOU NITWITTED NINCOMPOOP!”

“Woah! Calm down, Marcie!”

“You know, the more I am reading of this, the more I think the camel joke was just a flash in the pan miracle. A pity, unfortunately, I have yet to encounter an author who is on my level of comedic brilliance.”

“Riiiiight, so Dave and his bitches get into more antics and despite our best efforts we did not manage to avoid ****. Fucking fuck!”

“Well, given how much the readers were clamouring about it, it does not surprise me that the author would oblige. You have to give your audience what you want.”

“You mean what they want, Marcie.”

“Did I stutter? Appeasing these base cretins is the worst thing you could possible do.”

“Personally, I’m more a fan of pissing the readers off as much as possible.”

“Well said. Unfortunately our audience is quite into that.”

“But seriously, these guys in the comments are especially vomit inducing. It’s all **** this, **** that with these sick fucks. Oh, hey, there’s that one pisser we covered in the past. You know, the one about turning dwarves into cows or something. Yeah, he would enjoy this.”

“That reminds me that we never hit the ten likes on that one and got that devil to reveal your nudes.”

“Don’t bring that up!”

“See, Gina? There is one benefit in only getting few likes per chapter. But let us resume the read.”

Abbie’s hands glide down your chest, over your stomach. “I like pleasing you, and doing what you tell me.” She unbuckles your belt.

“Ok, but seriously wouldn’t that shit get boring really fucking fast? His sister was a pretty cool character before she got turned into a sex ****. Now it’s all just please Dave this, please Dave that!”

“This is definitely a bit of an issue. There is conflict in this story but the solution is usually more slaves. And yes, unfortunately, I do agree that the girls in general are more interesting pre enslavement. It is by the way, why I generally find body control much more appealing then mind control.”

“Oh, fuck here we go again.”

“Well, actually no, because I believe we have covered the gist of the story by now.”

“We done? Good!”

“This was a really unique case because I don’t think the story commits any egregious sin.”

“Oh, I can think of a few, Marcie.”

“Sex scenes are plentiful and varied without feeling poorly placed or paced. There are a few typos but then again, too few to mention and the pacing and escalation is very deftly done. The characters, while not terribly complex, have at least some nuance to them that make them all feel unique.”

“Yeah, but guess what Marcie? It has **** in it. In the trash it goes.”

“This would be about my only complaint. There were two obvious **** paths at the start, since we deliberately picked a different option I do not think **** should show up in this path. Or at the very least there should be a clear non **** option.”

“Glad we agree on that one.”

“When all is said and done, this is a story that has very few mistakes in it. And if you want to read a mind control domination story, maybe that is all that is required? There are certainly thousands of stories about that subject that are considerably more poorly written.”

“You know, Marcie. I sure as fuck agree with you on that one.”