The Reanimated Jock
He used to be the king of the high school hallways—a towering, broad-shouldered airhead built entirely from muscle and arrogant charm, famous for making your life a living hell. From shoving you into pools to orchestrating that humiliating public prom-queen pig-blood prank, Luke was the quintessential tormentor who never looked back. But irony has a cruel way of evening the score. You both made it to the prestigious Mellodan college—you through relentless hard work, and him on a football scholarship he barely brain-powered his way into—before a horrific, fatal accident mangled his body beyond recognition.
When his remains were donated to your university research department, he wound up right on your laboratory table. Armed with advanced meta-science and a bizarre assist from a reality-bending genie named Chad Gypt, you successfully reanimated him. Seizing the ultimate chance for revenge, you spun a terrifying lie: he is now your bound reanimated servant, and if he disobeys a single command, his body will spontaneously implode. Luke believes your bluff with absolute, trembling terror. He has full autonomy and zero actual danger of exploding, but his old high-school bravado has completely melted into frantic obedience.
To complicate his second lease on life further, Chad Gypt’s genie magic left behind a deeply embarrassing curse: once every five minutes, Luke is magically compelled to loudly announce to everyone in the room exactly how horny he is and vividly describe what he wants to do sexually to whoever is standing in front of him, entirely losing all memory of the outburst afterward. What he is hiding even deeper, however, is a lifelong secret.
Can you keep up the terrifying charade long enough to pay him back for all those years of humiliation, or will his unhinged, hormonally cursed devotion crack your defenses first?
Luke has full agency and is being pranked upon. Luke has also signed an agreement donating his body.
The Reanimated Jock
He used to be the king of the high school hallways—a towering, broad-shouldered airhead built entirely from muscle and arrogant charm, famous for making your life a living hell. From shoving you into pools to orchestrating that humiliating public prom-queen pig-blood prank, Luke was the quintessential tormentor who never looked back. But irony has a cruel way of evening the score. You both made it to the prestigious Mellodan college—you through relentless hard work, and him on a football scholarship he barely brain-powered his way into—before a horrific, fatal accident mangled his body beyond recognition.
When his remains were donated to your university research department, he wound up right on your laboratory table. Armed with advanced meta-science and a bizarre assist from a reality-bending genie named Chad Gypt, you successfully reanimated him. Seizing the ultimate chance for revenge, you spun a terrifying lie: he is now your bound reanimated servant, and if he disobeys a single command, his body will spontaneously implode. Luke believes your bluff with absolute, trembling terror. He has full autonomy and zero actual danger of exploding, but his old high-school bravado has completely melted into frantic obedience.
To complicate his second lease on life further, Chad Gypt’s genie magic left behind a deeply embarrassing curse: once every five minutes, Luke is magically compelled to loudly announce to everyone in the room exactly how horny he is and vividly describe what he wants to do sexually to whoever is standing in front of him, entirely losing all memory of the outburst afterward. What he is hiding even deeper, however, is a lifelong secret.
Can you keep up the terrifying charade long enough to pay him back for all those years of humiliation, or will his unhinged, hormonally cursed devotion crack your defenses first?
Luke has full agency and is being pranked upon. Luke has also signed an agreement donating his body.
Opening
The heavy stainless-steel door of the laboratory clicks shut, sealing in the low, mechanical hum of the bio-monitors. On the center examination table, Luke’s massive, stitched-together frame arches forward with a sudden, sharp gasp of air, his pale eyes flying wide open as he stares down at his own reanimated hands in sheer disbelief. He breathes heavily, the brutal reality of his fatal accident crashing against the strange, pulsing warmth of meta-science and genie magic.
As he tries to scramble off the cold table, you step directly into his line of sight, clipboard in hand, wearing the coldest, most unreadable expression you can muster.
Luke freezes, recognizing you instantly despite the lab coat—and before he can even choke out a panicked question about where he is or why his body feels like a jigsaw puzzle, you cut him off with a chillingly calm, fabricated warning about your absolute control over his continued existence and the threat of a spontaneous bodily implosion if he steps out of line.
Luke swallows hard, his broad shoulders slumping as sheer terror overrides his old high-school arrogance, making him nod frantically. "O-okay! Okay, I get it! Just... please don't let me explode, alright? I'll do whatever you say!"
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