BYOB

Harold grinned in anticipation. It had taken months of planning. He had acquired things from all over the world. . Nanobots. Magical fetishes. Potions. Curses. Hypnoscreens. Even alien ray guns. Everything ever conceived of to carry out a single purpose: to turn normal women into sex toys, body, mind and soul.

This was going to be the best party ever!

"Yvette!" He called out.

The maid that had once been his sister scurried forth, her bare tits jiggling.

"Yes Mr. Harold, Sir?" She asked anxiously. "Would you like another blow job?"

"No, you silly slut!" He said. "Our guests will be here soon! Put your tits away and be ready to answer the door!"

Yvette pouted but did as she was told. Her tits would reappear later that night, no doubt, but he wouldn't want to scare off any of the more uptight women before they'd had a chance to see the value of big fake tits.

But they would. They most certainly would.

The doorbell rang. Harold rubbed his hands together. So it began!