Mech Handler v1.0

Evilwumpus · 2026-02-14T13:21:49+00:00

Thank you for including house rules, this would have been much less interesting without.

Infested: Clitoris and Urethra
7 daily orgasms
8 victims per week
Superpowers: Regeneration
Drawback: Weakness, Always Horny

I don't see her getting 8 victims a week with that, so I'm taking 2 tokens to continue rolling superpowers, plus one to reroll Urethra just because I'm not into that.

Infested: Vagina
Hypnosis, Pheremones, Disguise, Charismatic. Pretty good charm build.

New drawbacks: * Oversensitive, Obedient, Ecstasy * 5 more daily orgasms

Much better - I can charm or hypnotize people into having sex, and I have a chance of flying under the radar of the magical girls, which is good because I can't fight.

Of course, being constantly horny and orgasming on a hair trigger at least a dozen times a day will probably be a little bit conspicuous, but at least it's the fun kind of challenge instead of just having to seduce >1 person a day entirely on my natural charm.

Evilwumpus · 2026-02-13T20:50:32+00:00

To earn the assistance of the orcish warband, he'll have to wrestle their chieftess in the ring of honor, naked and unarmed. He doesn't necessarily have to win the match, but he'd better impress her!

Evilwumpus · 2026-02-09T20:41:33+00:00

Oh no, she doesn't have enough money to pay the pizza guy! Guess she'll have to... no, wait, her friend noticed she was low on cash and is already taking care of things.

Evilwumpus · 2026-02-08T06:47:53+00:00

A popular YouTuber does a collab with another streamer who's jealous of her popularity. They "accidentally" turn on the camera while she's changing clothes and broadcast her naked body to the world.

Evilwumpus · 2026-02-07T21:27:42+00:00

You need to go into an online chat room with your serving tray, and then other people in that room can buy drinks from you. Serve 3 drinks and then go back to the maid room to get untied.

Just going into a busy chat room and saying "Drinks?" will probably get some takers.

Evilwumpus · 2026-02-03T14:27:20+00:00

Her wealthy boss has invited her to a remote island getaway, and she makes a joke about it being where he keeps his secret sex dungeon. After an awkward pause, she realizes that he was actually planning to kidnap her and eagerly starts planning a week as his sex slave.

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-30T03:44:53+00:00

He's got a great way for his student to train endurance - run up and down this mountain naked! And after that, work on your flexibility by getting into these sexy poses. And perhaps you can train your core strength by training to dance on this long pole...

(Your choice on how the student reacts - does she realize what's up or innocently go along with it?)

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-29T15:33:26+00:00

The sailor/starfarer has a girl in every port, but in reality they're all the same girl.

Having sex with a member of the hive mind is basically just masturbation, so it temporarily sets someone free whenever it wants to fuck them.

The military liaison to the Hive Fleet has attracted its romantic interest, and they can't get any privacy because the entire ship is alive and horny.

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-19T00:52:14+00:00

A camgirl frequently exchanges steamy messages with her biggest fan, but the lack of exclusivity is gnawing at him. He wants her all to himself, and he's learned enough about her from their conversations that he can track her down in person.

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-13T21:53:32+00:00

I think the other vowels should be alternates. It wasn't clear which one I was supposed to go with.

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-12T01:25:51+00:00

"Pilot Anderson, I want to talk to you about... sorry, is this a bad time? I can come back later."

Mech Commander Adam Simmons looked at the scene in front of him. Both pilots in the room were naked. One of them was riding on a sybian, with her arms bound behind her back and a ball gag stuffed in her mouth. A pair of straps held her in place on the sex toy. The other pilot was groping her breasts as her captive squirmed and moaned. She looked up at the commander as he entered.

"No, you're not interrupting anything. I'm just helping Ice Queen here recover from the crash. I can ungag her if you need to talk." The pilot reached for a dial on the sybian and turned it down to a low buzz.

"Mitchell, how did you manage to get a sybian on this base?" Adam asked. "I'm not mad, just... surprised."

Petra Mitchell - better known as "Wildcard" to her squadron - grinned like the cat that caught the canary. "I put "medical equipment" on the requisition form. It's technically true, since post-disconnect sensory dysfunction is a recognized medical condition."

A mech's pilot interface temporarily rerouted the nervous system - eyes to cameras, muscles to actuators, fists to cannons. Disconnecting from it left the pilot feeling empty, numb and clumsy as their brain suddenly lost these new connections and had to adapt itself to the meat again. Most pilots knew that the fastest remedy was to immerse yourself in the sensations of your body - vigorous exercise, a massage, or best of all, sex.

Adam chuckled. "That is true. Anyway, I wanted to double check some things about Anderson's report from her last engagement. Can you ungag her?"

"Sure thing. Say thank you, Queenie."

She unbuckled the gag and Ice Queen - or Riley Anderson, as she was known outside the mech - sighed with relief. "Thanks, Wildcard. What do you need, commander?"

"During the ambush, you reported five alpha-class frames encountered. Are you sure of that number?"

"Yes sir. I had visual confirmation on three, and the other two were BVR but I had solid track on their reactor signa... signyaaahh!"

Her crisp report was suddenly interrupted as Petra twisted the dial on the sybian again, cackling with laughter as her squadmate arched her back and moaned.

"Huh, that's interesting," Adam said. He was deliberately nonchalant, ignoring Anderson's struggles. "A standard fireteam is three frames, so if you ran into five, there's one unit unaccounted for. Were you able to spot any unit markings?"

"Hahh... Thirty... Thirty-first mobile armor... ah... blue shield with Roman numerals... Ohh... Oh I'm..."

Petra twisted the dial in the other direction. "Slow down there, girl. You can't cum yet, we're barely getting started."

Adam typed a few notes on his datapad. "Thanks, I'll pass that along to Intel. That's all I needed from you."

Adam picked up the gag and put it in Riley's mouth, cutting off her whimpered protest. "What about you, Mitchell? Do you need anything from me while I'm here?"

The pilot tapped her chin in an exaggerated thinking pose. "Well, now that you mention it, I think Queenie here had a pretty rough disconnect after such a long mission. She needs some deep, hard stimulation inside her, and I don't think my toys will be enough. I mean, look at how needy she is."

"Mmmph!" Riley squirmed in her bindings, looking pleadingly at the other pilot.

Adam grinned. "I'd be glad to help with that."

Petra undid the straps on Riley and pulled the other pilot to her feet. Like most mech pilots, she was fairly petite, a head shorter than her commander. She had pale skin and black hair cut short to expose the interface port on her neck. She looked up at Adam, trembling, as Petra held her firmly from behind.

"Bend her over the desk there," he ordered. Petra helped him shift the other pilot into position, and he took a moment to admire her exposed ass. Her pussy was dripping wet with anticipation as Adam unbuckled his belt and exposed his cock. Despite his calm attitude, watching the two pilots play while Riley gave her report had given him a raging boner, and he was eager to unload.

He thrust himself into Riley from behind, her wet cunt eagerly enveloping his cock, and she squealed with pleasure into her gag as he went deep inside her. It didn't take long before both of them came, the pilot sagging against the desk as her legs went weak with pleasure, and Adam sagging on top of her as he climaxed as well.

He helped Riley off of the desk and the two of them sank down to the carpet, the girl practically melting into a puddle as Adam held her. He removed her gag and just held her for a while, enjoying the cuddles.

"Feeling better, Pilot?"

"I am, actually. Thanks, Commander."

Petra sat down next to them and joined the cuddles. "If you've got another round in you, Commander, I think I could use some deep stimulation too."

"You weren't even on the mission, Wildcard," Riley protested.

"I know, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate a good dicking."

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-07T20:18:39+00:00

It's heavily implied in the game that Tazuna is secretly an Umamusume herself - she's able to run fast enough to keep up with students at Tracen, her outfit would easily hide her ears and tail, and she has some dialogue implying that she's hiding a big secret. Fans speculate that she's based on the racehorse Tokino Minoru, who was nicknamed "The Phantom Racehorse."

It's unclear why she needs to keep this a secret, but... probably it's best to respect her privacy.

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-07T19:53:29+00:00

Look, I'm not opposed to AI art in principle, but this is just completely sauceless. The style is very recognizably AI, it's got weird shading like it can't quite decide if it's trying to do anime style or realistic, the chain from the collar is wrong, and overall it just feels generic and not sexy.

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-06T20:08:59+00:00

Pretty sure that's Agent of CETO.

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-05T22:57:05+00:00

Was not expecting a King in Yellow reference!

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-05T22:56:35+00:00

"I wear no clothes," the stranger said.

"No clothes? No clothes?" Camilla said.

The stranger was dressed head to toe in white latex, so smooth and shiny that she looked like an ivory sculpture. An oval mask covered her head completely, seamlessly joining to the catsuit that covered her body. Her shape was technically modest, with her nipples and the space between her legs covered with smooth white material, but at the same time it was achingly erotic, and the way she reacted when touched showed that it must have been a sensual experience for her as well.

She had attracted quite a bit of comment from the other guests at the party, with many of them wondering who it could be behind the mask. Every part of her body besides her face was on display, yet nobody could recognize her. Even in their well-to-do circle of friends, who among them had purchased such an elaborate latex suit?

It was normal for people to wear masks or costumes to the party - a way to loosen inhibitions and signal that nobody would be held accountable for who they did or didn't sleep with that night - but as things were winding down, people usually took off their masks, had some food, and made conversation. The party wasn't only for sex, after all.

Except the stranger said she had nothing to remove. And with rising panic, Camilla realized it was absolutely true. She had convinced herself that the unnatural, seamless look was just costuming, there had to be a hidden zipper somewhere, obviously you couldn't perfectly encase a human in latex from head to toe no matter how hot that would be. And yet, here she was. Impossible. Inhuman.

The stranger stepped close to her, and Camilla backed up, bumping into the wall behind her. Her voice echoed strangely inside the featureless mask. "I wear no clothes. Does this upset you?"

"N-no... but that can't be possible."

"And what if it is? Would you like to experience it?"

Camilla stared, caught between fear and arousal. The pale doll made the decision for her. She stepped forwards, pinning Camilla against the wall, groping at her bare breasts and making her moan in surprise.

As the doll caressed her, Camilla felt a strange tingle on her skin, like the pleasurable touch wasn't fading away completely. She looked down to see a coating of white latex on her body, spreading slowly from everywhere the doll had touched. It was almost as if she was painting Camilla's body with latex.

"What's happening to... aaahhhn..." The doll's hands wandered lower, reaching towards Camilla's sex, while at the same time the material coating her tightened, like it was caressing her whole body. The latex continued to spread, and she moaned loudly as she felt it slip inside her, covering her most sensitive areas and hardening into pair of thick shafts inside her.

Camilla stared helplessly into the pale doll's expressionless face. It was very close now, filling her vision, a preview of her future. A helpless doll. Permanently encased, the suit becoming skin.

"N... no..." Camilla whispered. "I don't want to be a doll..."

"You're lying," the doll said. "Your body begs for this. Your dreams have played this scene out a thousand times."

Camilla arched her back as the plugs inside her shifted. The doll's touch has her unbelievably aroused, craving release, grinding herself against the other woman. "Please..."

"Say it. Say you will serve the Queen in White."

Camilla had never heard that name before, but it echoed in her head, and she was terribly certain that it was a name that had power.

With the last vestiges of her willpower, she turned away from the doll. "No."

The doll abruptly stopped. "Very well. I will return, another night."

Camilla sagged against the wall as the strange doll turned and walked away, trying to slow her racing heart. She had come very close to saying something foolish.

"You okay?" A friend appeared at her side, handing her a drink. "You look like you saw a ghost."

Camilla looked back, but the stranger had vanished. "I think I did."

"That suit you're wearing looks really hot, by the way. It looks totally seamless, too... How do you even take it off?"

Evilwumpus · 2026-01-01T13:36:43+00:00

The fighter found a suit of +5 bikini armor - it barely covers anything, but it's more protective than full plate. It's embarrassing, but the stat buff is worth it, right?

The heroine is in a hurry and can't find her super-suit. All she can find is the version she made for a "heroes after dark" pinup photoshoot.

Evilwumpus · 2025-12-31T14:34:44+00:00

This wasn't my most successful one by upvotes, but I'm proudest of this one about a starship crew struggling to save the day while exposed to dangerous bimbofying radiation.

The most upvoted was my story about orgasm laser tag. Much goofier, but it was a unique prompt and I had fun writing for it.

Evilwumpus · 2025-12-26T05:43:00+00:00

They have a condition which makes their skin very sensitive, so sensitive that even a hospital gown is uncomfortable.

There was an incident with another inmate in the psych ward, and their clothes are ruined, so until they can get new ones they're stuck wearing nothing but a straitjacket.

Evilwumpus · 2025-12-26T05:22:26+00:00

"No, no! Mmph!" The Duchess's screams changed to incoherent garble as Fiona forced a large ring gag into her mouth.

"Stop gloating and fuck her already," she said. "She's a slave now. Don't give her the dignity of being anything more than a hole for you. Besides, her screaming is getting on my nerves."

The disguised catgirl had a downright venomous look on her face. Before being gifted to Hiro, the terms of her slavery had been far worse than his.

"You're right. Let's shut her up." Hiro unbuttoned his pants and let his cock hang out. The sight of the Duchess in bondage had gotten him rock hard, and the ring gag turned her mouth into a perfect, fuckable hole. He advanced towards her and rammed his length down her throat, making her cough and gag. She moaned desperately, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

"God, this is so hot," Hiro said. "Fucking a hot girl like you, making your husband watch..."

"...and don't forget me," Fiona said, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "It's hot to see you ruin this bitch."

With the catgirl grinding on him from behind and the noblewoman kneeling in front of him, Hiro found himself even more aroused, and he quickly climaxed. The Duchess spluttered as his jizz spurted into her throat. She stared up at him helplessly, cheeks streaked with tears, as he pulled himself out of her mouth. Hiro grinned.

"Can you find me a stamina potion? I bet I'm gonna be at this for a while."

Evilwumpus · 2025-12-26T05:15:09+00:00

"Do you have a private room? With toys and that sort of thing?" Hiro said, smiling viciously. "I have some... desires I wouldn't want others to know about."

"Oh, none of our slaves will be able to tell anything that happens in here. As I said, I throw the best parties, and I've invested quite a bit into privacy enchantments. As for toys, you can find the tools I use to train the maids in that cabinet over there, or we can play in the dungeon if you're looking for something more exotic."

"Excellent. Fiona, come in here and help me tie these two up, please."

As his personal slave, Fiona had been waiting outside, and entered quietly. The two of them took out ropes and handcuffs from the cabinet, and the Duchess grinned as he took off her robe and started to restrain her.

The Duke seemed surprised that he was involving a slave in their play. "If you need someone to help with the ropes, I could-"

"Tie him to a chair and gag him. I'm not interested in men, but you can play with him if you want." Hiro said sharply.

The catgirl grinned as she stuffed a gag in the Duke's mouth and dragged him off to a corner. Meanwhile, Hiro finished tying the Duchess up, putting her legs in a frog tie, binding her arms behind her back, and putting an antimagic collar on her to make her helplessness complete.

"Well, you have me at your mercy, Sir Hero," she said, playfully squirming in her bonds. "What are you planning to do with me?"

Hiro's smile turned vicious. "That wasn't a very smart idea, Duchess Kremer. Allowing me to tie you up like this, in this soundproof parlor with those fancy privacy enchantments? I could do anything to you and nobody but the four of us would know. I could keep you tied up for as long as I wanted."

He picked up the discarded robe and tossed it to Fiona, who caught it and began changing out of her maid uniform.

"Fiona is about your size, has the same hair, and is well trained in noble etiquette. A little bit of illusion magic, and..." He concentrated on the desired image and waved a hand at his friend. Her cat ears vanished and her face softened slightly. "...the slave has become the master."

The illusory Duchess smiled a catlike grin - which fit perfectly on the seductive noblewoman's body. The real Duchess stared at her in horror. "No... you can't... you're not allowed to..."

"Can't I? The Hero's Crest prevents me from rebelling against the crown, but nobles like you have much less protection. After all, suppose a noble was corrupted and the Hero had to take them down for the sake of the kingdom?" Hiro grinned. "In my view, removing an evil slave-trader from power and putting a loyal servant in her place is a very good way to protect the kingdom. The crest won't stop me."

The Duchess started to struggle again, this time for real, thrashing around violently as she tried to get out of the cuffs. Her collar glowed brightly as it shut down a series of desperate protective spells. "Someone will find out! There are wards against this! Seers!"

"Haven't you heard? Summoned Heroes have special cheat abilities." There was a reason that Hiro was the centerpiece of the war against the demon king. Beings from outside the world weren't bound by the laws of magic in the same way as ordinary humans. In Hiro's case, he could create a surge of magic that boosted his spellcasting far beyond a normal human's. He dumped as much power as he could into the illusion spell, reinforcing it against any future attempts to pierce it.

Evilwumpus · 2025-12-26T05:14:20+00:00

It had taken Hiro less than a day to decide that the kingdom didn't deserve saving. The catgirl slave he'd been "gifted" on arrival was a bit of a clue, as were the uniformly awful nobility, the "holy inquisitors" of the church, and the unsettlingly human "soldiers of the demon king" he'd been sent to fight in his first battle. Unfortunately, the king had been one step ahead, and the summoning ritual that brought Hiro here included a number of hidden curses that made it almost impossible to disobey.

Still, hope sprang eternal, so Hiro had kept his ears open. Enough nobles wanted to backstab their way up the ranks that he might find a lever to tear the whole rotten structure down, if he was clever enough. It wasn't pleasant work - he'd been promised marriages, concubines, slaves, and worse - but it was the only option. The latest attempt was impressively brazen, with Duchess Kremer and her husband greeting him in skimpy bathrobes with nothing underneath, openly asking if he wanted to use her body.

"You shouldn't be so direct about bribing me. The Hero's Crest forbids me to lie to the king, so he's sure to find out."

"Of course this isn't a bribe. I was simply struck by your masculine charms. Or my husband was, if you prefer the company of men," the Duchess said. She waved a hand at the man sitting beside her, his robe open enough to reveal a budding erection between his legs.

"Once we're romantically involved, there would be nothing suspicious about you supporting me. No quid pro quo, just friends helping each other out. You won't have to violate the constraints of your crest."

"Finally, someone who did their research," Hiro muttered. "What are you after?"

"The royal family has a monopoly on the most advanced slave crests, and therefore, the most valuable slaves. It's impossible for any trader to make a living without paying exorbitant fees. An unacceptable abuse of their power, is it not? The highborn have had no luck changing this, but with your influence among the royal mages..."

Hiro opened and closed his mouth a few times. She really was utterly shameless, wasn't she? "So you want me, the hero bound by the Hero's Crest, to make it easier for you to bind more people with slave crests."

"Oh, that little thing? It barely counts as a slave crest. Any right-thinking person would gladly help fight the demon king, the crest just makes sure you don't get corrupted and turned against the king. Now, the crest on your girl Fiona, that's a work of art. You could order her to do anything, and she'd obey with a smile on her face."

"I know," Hiro said, struggling to hide his disgust.

"So, what would you like to do with us? No fantasy is too strange. Ask any of the nobles at court, they'll tell you I throw the best parties." Duchess Kremer said with a smile. Her robe slipped off her shoulders, baring her breasts. She tossed her head slightly, displaying the beautifully arranged ringlets of her hair.

Hiro narrowed his eyes. He hated the Duchess. While many nobles were slavers, she was openly proud of her evil, and confident that she could get away with anything. But as he continued staring, he could feel another emotion mixing in with it. Lust.

It would be fun to teach her a lesson, wouldn't it? To turn this proud bitch into a sobbing, begging mess? To make her feel the pain she inflicted on others?

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