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Dennis had always hated being a little guy, but that strange hat shop had given him the answer to his prayers. He’d picked up the “Bubba” hat as a joke more than anything else, and when he’d put it on, he’d suddenly been transformed into a massive daddy bear wearing work boots, dirty Levis and a grubby t-shirt instead of his skinny jeans and hipster wear. Taking the hat off and on, he found he could switch bodies at will. He’d rushed home, admiring his new, bearish self in the mirror while he jacked off, and then decided to hit some of the clubs too see if he could find a hot bear to test drive this body with.

Unfortunately, Dennis should have read the warning label, telling him that prolonged use could result in irreversible mental effects. When he returned home the next morning freshly fucked, he’d already lost thirty-five points off his IQ, his fine arts degree had been replaced with truck driving and repair know-how, and he spoke with a thick, southern drawl. Now, with the hat or without, he was a “Bubba” through and through.

The biggest challenge facing our industry is the sheer volume of pornography which can be found on the internet, free of charge. It’s difficult to make a profit when individuals are contributing their own images, and are smart enough to  run file-sharing sites, allowing the distribution of our product outside our paywalls. My company is here to offer the solution.

This solution is our new subliminal video encoding process–pervware. Here, you can see one of our successful subjects. In watching our videos, the subliminal programming causing several changes to the subjects mind and physiology. First, it increases arousal, essentially promoting an addiction to pornography. It decreases metabolism and increases production of aging free radicals, causing the individual to gain weight and appear to age rapidly. This results in a dramatic loss of self-esteem, decreases the individuals desire to self-post, and decreases their ability to satisfy their sexual desires through real-life interaction. Finally, decreased cognitive function and increased risk aversion reduces the technical competence of our clients, keeping them from moving outside our paywalls, and also decreases imagination, destroying personal fantasy production. The result? The perfect porn consumer–and a permanent solution for the future of our industry. 

Ian had been watching the young man sleep on the chaise lounge for several hours now, and was quite pleased with the results of his sunblock. Well, he’d been young when he arrived at the hotel pool, when Ian had offered him some complimentary sunblock. He’d been a smooth, pale and slender guy in his mid twenties, and while he’d planned on swimming, the topical sedative in the solution soon had him relaxing and asleep in the sun.

Ian’s special solution absorbed that solar energy and generated several special chemicals the subject absorbed, most importantly testosterone, which caused the men to grow copious amounts of body hair. Of course, a few other, more dangerous chemicals were also released, particularly ones which caused the body to age rather rapidly and convert muscle mass into fat–the young man was already nearing his mid forties, and was quite heavy set. A final, unfortunate side effect was a massive drop in IQ, cognitive function, and often substantial memory loss. Still, he wouldn’t be needing any of that when he was added to Ian’s growing harem of bear sluts kept for the hotel’s clients. 

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It was working–the collar was really working! In the mirror, Gregory could see years melting off his body, fat and gray hair falling away. He watched muscle fill in, and he grabbed and tugged at his nips, his smooth cock hardening, and he suddenly wanted to dance. 

Oh god, was it happening already? He had hoped to have his mind for a while longer, but it was becoming harder and harder to think about anything other than grinding up on a pole, desperate to feel men’s lustful eyes upon him. That was the deal though–eternal youth, but he would spend it as an empty headed stripper in one of the Organization’s many lucrative night clubs. It had seemed like the chance of a lifetime when Gregory had been 82 and suffering through cancer–but now, well, now Gregory was gone.

“Come on GiGi, get your G-string on,” the handler said, hooking a lead to “We have some clients who have already reserved you for a private showing.”

“GiGi dance! GiGi dance good!” the muscle slave said, as he pulled on the skimpy garment and sashayed out of the room, his hips forever grinding to an invisible, pounding beat.