Ophiderom

Goodness gracious, that tail. This is really good.

Sneaking out of the museum

Creating a possessive living rubber suit designed to coax people into wearing it forever. It thanks you for your hard work but convinces you that it needs to be tried out just once before being released into the world.

Mass mind control mystery that no one has managed to solve before succumbing because it's me, the "statue" in the middle of the town square, that's responsible.

If your friends can't tell the difference between me turning you into my perfectly synchronised clone and me turning you into clothing worn by a remote projection of me, are they really your friends? No, they're also projection clothing.

Let's not ruin your body just yet. As long as I place it in front of a hypnoscreen, no one's going to think its drooling vacancy is because I've cock vored your soul.

You certainly may, though I'd bet on you being posed embarrassingly for that initial petrification.

It's not been apparent from the ideas I've been posting but I am very much enjoying this gargoyle/petrification mood that has been going around recently. Would you prefer to get on the plinth now or go to bed and wake up posed on one?

Putting on goggles that visualise mind control and being shocked to see ethereal connections between my cock and the heads of pretty much everyone around you. The glow means my junk is visible through any clothing or walls, and as you keep looking, soon a connection forms to your own head.

Calling you my deer rest friend instead of my dearest friend because shapeshifting into a bottom-heavy cervine is going to tire me out.

Everyone's capable of having something ruinous happen to them, it's just spicier when they were so promising beforehand.

(Preferably said as I unhilt my cock from the ass of another legendary hero, blank-eyed and on all-fours, and a flood of cum pours out of them.)

Of course I want the adventurer to succeed on their quest. I can't cum if the person I bad end isn't an accomplished hero.

Lots of people messaged the devs saying that you're overpowered but they didn't specify whether they meant the combat gameplay or romance gameplay so now you have a one inch cock and you immediately fall in love and cum hands-free when given any gift.

bonus: the next morning! ✨

Slipping a hand into your pants to feel your woolly nullpatch when someone asks if it was worth it to get the cool horns. What a stupid question, you think as your sheepbrain activates, you'd have sacrificed so much just for the nullpatch.

Getting sick of this person messaging you with "chicken transformation magic" nonsense but then you see the Block button has turned into a Bawk button. You decide not to try pressing it again after it makes you lay an egg in your pants.

I call this spotlight "mood lighting" because anyone illuminated under it will experience whatever kink scenario I'm in the mood for at the moment. You could stop being gravid and laying colourful eggs if you stepped out of the light but that wouldn't feel conclusive or earn you much applause.

Well, you're a dinosaur. Volunteering for the balls -> condom -> museum pipeline?

CV pred that cums quick-fossilising tree resin so that all of their prey's bones are beautifully preserved in amber (once you peel off that useless, taut condom). If it's really quick-fossiling, it might forever be shaped like thick ropes of hyper cum in-flight.

All it takes is exploiting a weakness of his. Hypnoscreens perhaps. Oh, and people to sacrifice.

There's some conflict between me wanting Ophi to clone TF near every person he encounters and me wanting him to be special, dangerous and rewarding in some way. Say he becomes some cool mace on death. How long until they're more common than iron ones? Until they farm him for more?

If your sona is an equine and has any connection to the undead, their hooves should leave glue with every step. They should probably also cum glue. Don't mind the latex suit and vibe wand I'm holding.

Sitting on the grass pantsless but your donut ass encapsulates and "eats" some of it so now you're UDTFing into a sheep.

Getting a glimpse at the weave of fate of you and all your friends. There are events you remember and branches you expect but then you see it all converge into a single point helpfully labelled mass jewellery TF.

I guess I could be a macro for Macro March but I'll probably just do normal Ophi things scaled up. Petrifying a building (and everyone inside) instead of a person. Turning others into underwear and food and drink. Maybe clone TF one but it's just an external cosmetic layer.

fhfgddfa they'll work for that one pair but then I'll forever be fatter than they were. There can only be so many bigger morsels.

dfsdgd even if the underwear TF increases in range too, I'll very quickly lack the agility to put it on. Maybe that doesn't matter if anyone who sees me nude and huge ends up as another pair on the ground.

Not to worry, they can become mine.

fgfdgs surely I'd have to siphon off a lot of people to get that big! Or maybe just a few that were larger than I thought. The TF is sensible either way, I can customise to whatever size I end up as.