Exploiting the Ophi boss fight for powerful items by pretending to all be Confused while you're actually immune and then running away with the kink weapons he throws in for you to bad end each other with.

Writing times you were foolish and wrong into the past to discredit you when you become suspicious that I might be in disguise, like the time you let a satyr earfuck you to avoid getting pregnant and the time you put a brainsucking plant on your head instead of the dryad mask.

Numbing tentacle pit tentacles can be transplanted to a bed to make an effective sleep aid as long as you don't mind waking up with enlarged assets and a belly full of eggs.

It's good to dabble in a bit of everything. Swords, Shields, Axes, Maces, Alchemy, Archery, Sorcery, Stealth, Deception, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Brainwashing, Conditioning, Brain Drain, Possession, Enchantment, Cooking...

Entering the room for a boss fight and seeing the boss (decoy), a crowd of enemies (decoys), a statue of the boss (your TFed friend), a bowl of soup (the boss in disguise) and a stack of toast (disguised minions).

Bringing up a graph in a meeting that shows a connection between species TF susceptibility and thigh size and then bringing up another graph showing how much fatter everyone's thighs have gotten over the course of the meeting.

Pretty sure this game is just an adapted version of Sheepdom. They focused on the farming and expanded it but look, it still has the oral command, brain drain assets and hidden sheep superiority conditioning. That's probably why you keep cumming while playing it.

Dozens of earthen hands feeling at you as you phase through the ground. When you stop, as many of them switch to jerking you off as is possible.

I need more particle effects. How will anyone know that all the people drooling from their mouths and cocks are like that because of me if they don't have green sparkles dancing around them?

You like the golden mace? It came from a real aurified adventurer. It's pretty cheap because the gold isn't natural. Also because the adventurer cursed it with their last breath, but I see you've already picked it up.

Overshooting the size of your ass when I'm turning someone into underwear for you so now I have to make you grow which of course I end overshooting too.

Pondering how to better capture the idea of peril while my thighs are actively squeezing the brainpower, orgasm control and moral compass out of someone.

That gurgling isn't the sound of the prey dying, it's the sound of the nutrients forming into a clutch of huge eggs. You're far too late to save anyone but just in time for a show.

Sheep that get wider when you shear them. There were incredible curves hiding under all that hammerspace fluff. Sheep that thicken everyone nearby when their wool isn't warding against it. They aren't the only one growing.

You start accepting clothing TFed sacrifices -> Your altar becomes buried under piles of socks and underwear -> You become a god of used laundry and musk -> Your followers learn how easy it is to get sexual favours from you now

I could give colour vampirism a try. Sucking you off until your powers are gone and your palette is monochrome, that kind of thing. You won't be able fuck anything colourful so either beg me to drain your crush or let a sheep/skunk/zebra own you.

Splitting your submissive half and dominant half into two different sonas, then turning the dom into underwear for the sub to wear and stain with cum after the lightest of teasing.

Another reason why people should be sheep is that other species are too slick and cock voreable. So many critters CVed by sleepwalkers and forgotten about except for when their bones spill into a condom.

The best time for someone to realise that their entire purpose is to suck sheep cock is a few minutes into conversation with a sheep.

Vore day's coming up. There are a few days to fatten up your sheep friends and then a few days to clone TF people into more of those tasty things.

The monster fucking you isn't actually undead so instead of smiting it, your silver mace energised it with divine power instead. That's why it started thrusting faster and its cum is making your belly glow.

"Is the soul stored in the gingerbread or the icing?" I wonder as I bite off the head of the cookie and destroy it either way.

Legendary earfucker that can not only selectively erase thoughts but also implant new ones, all encoded in the nature of their thrusting.

People love testing the limits of protection. If you want someone to walk through the path of a TF ray, put up a fake barrier to "block it".

I think that sheep presence should act like haunting in a way. Enough of them frequenting the same place twists reality and contorts the theme of the location to be sheepier and kinkier. The spa staffed by sheep is the one that's going to TF you with a massage and mind control you with aromatherapy.

Warping reality to make filled condoms lighter than air for a few hours so that you can decorate for a party with cock vore. A few hypercummers floating away was an unforeseen consequence.

Everyone likes an evil doppelganger that's you but hotter but you seem more charmed by the doppelganger that's physically identical to you but charismatic enough to persuade you to give it your cock size.

Merging that can become absorption vore as soon as the initiator decides they're done with you.

Dungeon crawler where all physical damage targets your armour because all the monster want to use your holes or make skin contact for various reasons. Unarmoured characters are only a few seconds of close proximity away from sexual bad end.

Charm specialist who's in the party mostly to research for their book, Monsters That Give The Best Head.