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Her fingers tightened around the shopping basket hanging from her arm as she stared at the tiny scraps of pink fabric.

"Ridiculous," she muttered.

The word lacked conviction.

A strange warmth spread through her chest.

Because looking at the bikini reminded her of an image.

One of those endless Tumblr posts she used to scroll through late at night when sleep wouldn't come. Most of them had blurred together into a sea of pastel colors and inspirational nonsense.

But this one remained strangely vivid.

A blonde woman in front of a pink background, pouting as she displayed her round tits in a pink fishnet bikini.

The one now hanging before Christina, looked eerily similar.

The memory felt oddly sharp compared to everything surrounding it.

Especially the words beneath the image.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.'

They'd left her squirming for some strange reason. Her nipples had tingled and her thighs had clenched as she stared at the screen in the darkness of her room. The words felt so strange and uncomfortable to her. Yet somehow she had read them over and over again before scrolling away and dismissing the image from her mind.

At least, until now.

Because the sight of the bikini brought the image and the words right back to the front of her mind. They hit her like a brick and sent her heart pounding and her skin flushing with heat.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.' repeated in her brain like a mantra.

It left her squirming.

And not entirely from discomfort.

Christina licked her lips as her eyes drank in the sight of the tiny pink bikini. It was the most revealing thing she had ever considered wearing in her life.

Her hands clenched around her purse and the basket of sensible clothing hanging from her arm, crinkling the bag as she stared at it. The heat building inside her seemed to demand attention.

She shifted her weight.

And then, despite herself, her hand reached out. She didn't stop herself as her finger hooked beneath the strap of the bikini bottom, lifting it slightly to examine the fabric.

She didn't look around.

Didn't want to see the knowing look of any nearby shoppers.

She squirmed.

"Ridiculous," she breathed again, even softer than before.

Yet her finger remained hooked around the strap, rubbing against the thin, silky fabric of the tiny garment.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.' replayed once again in her brain, leaving her tingling as her finger explored the fabric.

It wasn't something she could ever wear.

It wasn't her. She wasn't that kind of woman.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.' the sentence continued in her mind and her thighs pressed together, seeking to ease the building warmth between them.

The idea of buying the bikini made her blush. The idea of trying it on, left her squirming. She could only imagine the scandalous way the thin fabric would strain to cover her generous breasts and wide hips.

It would leave little to the imagination. Especially if she were to get wet.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.' pulsed once again, sending an electric shiver through her spine that had her pussy clenching around nothing. The thought of wearing such a slutty outfit for someone else to enjoy made her feel tingly.

The words made her think of all those videos she'd watched late at night with her hand between her thighs. All the slutty women in revealing clothes, getting fucked in every way imaginable. While pulsing noises and a soothing woman's voice filled her ears with words she never remembered.

The memory made her tremble.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. -Built for Porn.'

She'd watched so much porn over the past month. Far more than she ever had in her life. Her fingers traced along the thin strings that would barely hold the tiny bottom in place on her wide hips. She imagined the fabric would sink between her cheeks, showing off her round ass to whoever saw it.

The idea made her whimper.

And her fingers tightened around the strings of the garment.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn.'

The memory of the words and image sent another wave of warmth and tingling pleasure through her. Hours of listening to files she couldn't name, edging and giggling in response to phrases she wasn't allowed to know pressed against her mind. Leaving her panting as she remembered what it felt like to finally cum for someone else, for a stranger who wasn't even in the room. The idea that her pleasure could belong to someone else left her squirming and desperate for more.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum -Built for Porn.' the words seemed so obvious, so natural now that she had time to reflect on them.

Why had she ever found them strange?

"Of course I am," Christina muttered, the words leaving her in a warm exhale of air that had her nipples tightening beneath her blouse. "Girls are fuckable. Designed for to earn cum. Built for Porn."

A voice, breathry and sultry, whispered a name she didn't know, but knew was hers. It was more her than that other name. The one she couldn't remember either.

Her eyes lingered on the pink bikini as she licked her lips.

Her fingers traced along the strings on the sides of the garment. Her thoughts wandered to how easy it would be to undo the strings and leave her naked.

Naked for someone.

Someone who would use her in ways that would make her giggle.

Her thoughts continued to wander. To explore the idea of her naked, large breasts on full display. Of the feeling of being watched as she paraded around in nothing but heels and lipstick.

"Fuckable," she giggled, the sound bubbling past her lips unbidden.

The heat in her chest spread outward, and the warmth in her belly seemed to sink lower, spreading through her body as it settled in the growing warmth between her legs. It made her feel flushed, made her breathing deepen.

Her nipples strained against the thin bra covering them. They felt tighter. Sensitive.

She shivered and shifted, rubbing her thighs together. The friction only increased the heat in her core.

Her hand moved, reaching out for the hanger of the bikini. She wanted to try it on, wanted to see herself in it. It would make a great uniform, giggled her inner self. Her real one. Not that boring puppet she played at being. What better way for a girl designed for sex to show her intentions than in a tiny pink bikini.

The thought left her breathless and she licked her lips as she felt the warmth building in her belly sink lower still.

She giggled at the thought of walking around wearing it, showing off her big boobs to everyone.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'

"Like, duh. Good girls love to fuck," she muttered to herself. She could hear how dumb she sounded and it made her feel giddy inside. The words 'good girl' made her nearly moan, as waves of bliss washed through her body. Her pussy felt so needy, desperate to be fucked by something. Anything.

It didn't matter how. She wanted it in her hands, mouth and cunt, all at the same time. Her big boobs ached to be touched. Her mouth drooled for cum. And her asshole needed something to clench on.

Her inner self, the good girl who loved being sexy and horny and fuckable and a total bimbo slut, was eager to be set loose, and the thought of a man's cum on her body, on her tits and face, in her butt and cunt made the last remnants of the puppet fall into its pink box.

Crystal shivered awake.

Her hand clenched on the hanger holding her new uniform. The pink and tiny fabric was like the last click in a lock, opening up her mind and setting her real self loose from her old self's boring desires and needs. The good girl's inner bimbo was giggling with joy, her mouth drooling with the anticipation of having cocks in her holes.

Crystal strolled into the dressing room. Her eyes glazed with a happy and horny expression on her beautiful, cute face. She began to undress without a second thought. She removed the blouse she wore to hide her big breasts and tossed it to the floor, not bothering to fold or even lay it nicely. Her old self was just so lame! Why had she worn this outfit to hide her best assets?

Crystal unbuttoned the skirt and let it fall, not even bothering to step out of the fallen fabric. It wasn't her. It wasn't like, slutty and fuckable enough for her. Her panties and bra followed quickly. Her pussy drooling and nipples hardening at the sight of her own naked body, her full hips and big boobs begging to be used and fucked.

Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the bikini, and she let out a low, sultry giggle as the material rubbed against her sensitive skin.

"Oh, my, gawd, like, I'm such a total bimbo now!" Crystal said in a ditzy tone. Her free hand slid down between her thighs and pressed two fingers against her slit. She rubbed herself, letting the pleasure wash over her as her fingers grew wet and her thighs trembled.

She bit her lower lip to hold back a moan of pure pleasure. "Oh yes, Crystal loves it sooo much!" she mewled. Crystal rubbed harder, her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping slit. Her thumb found her clit, and she circled the nub gently. The sensation made her shiver, and her hips rocked back and forth as she fingered herself. Crystal felt like a dirty little whore and it made her feel good inside. A slutty bimbo, built for sex and pleasure.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn' replayed again, and she moaned aloud.

She wanted to be fucked so badly.

She slipped her fingers out of her cunt and licked them clean, tasting the sweetness of her juices. She pulled the bikini bottom up her legs and slipped them over her feet, sliding the garment up until it nestled against her crotch.

It was perfect.

The fabric was just as thin and sheer as she had hoped. The strings at the side hugged her wide hips, and she knew it would be easy for a stud to just tug the strings off to use her.

She turned, admiring the sight of the thin fabric clinging to her curves in the mirror.

It was even better from behind. She looked so fuckable and slutty that she could have creamed herself right there and then.

Crystal's eyes were drawn to the bikini top, hanging from its hanger, and she let out another giggle as she grabbed it. It felt like an extension of her, and she knew she'd be a total slut in no time.

The material slid along her arms, and she slipped it over her head, tugging it down until her large, round tits rested spilled out of the cups. The thin pink fabric stretched tightly, and her nipples poked through the fabric, hardened from the cold and the pleasure of touching herself. Her boobs jiggled and bounced in the tiny bikini as she wiggled her hips.

It barely covered her nipples. It was like it was designed for porn.

Just like her.

She bit her lip, her pussy dripping and nipples hardening at the thought. She wanted to fuck so bad, wanted a real fat cock to stretch her tight little holes and fill her up.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'

"Crystal wants it so bad," the bimbo whispered, and then, she giggled. She could feel her cunt throbbing and aching, desperate for something to fill her. "Good bimbo sluts like Crystal are like, so hot and horny for big, thick dicks, duh," she added, and the thought made her giggle again.

Quivering she took other items out of the basket. Crystal laughed at how dumb her puppet self was. The dumb bitch hadn't even noticed what she had put in, nor what kind of store she had entered. But Crystal knew. Crystal was a good bimbo. She knew that the basket was full of sexy stuff. Sexy toys, sexy shoes, sexy clothes. All for Crystal to show how much of a horny bimbo slut she really was.

With efficiency that belied her lack of intelligence she completed her uniform. Crystal slid her feet into a pair of strappy high heels that wrapped around her ankles, making her legs seem longer and sleeker. She stepped into a miniskirt, a tiny piece of fabric that barely covered her ass and rode low on her hips. Crystal wiggled her hips, and her ass jiggled and bounced beneath the skirt.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'

The bimbo licked her glossy pink lips and reached out, picking up a pink collar. Glittering letters spelled the words CUM SLUT. It matched her pink bikini, her pink miniskirt, her pink lipstick. Everything was so pink and perfect. Everything she was and wanted to be.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'

Another volley of giggles escaped her, as she noticed how scatterbrained she was. White stockings left the basket. Quickly she stepped out of the heels and rolled the white, delicate fabric onto her long legs. A garter went on next. The thin, silky straps wrapped around her thigh and held up a stocking that clung to her calf. The fabric was smooth and soft and it felt so good. It felt so right.

She slipped into the heels again. Crystal stood, wobbling for a moment before steadying herself. Crystal felt so good. She loved being a good bimbo.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. - Built for Porn.'

The words of her programming echoed endlessly through her empty mind. They set the new bimbo free. She was Crystal now, not that dumb puppet with a stupid name she couldn't even remember anymore. She was a hot pair of tits and desperate holes, ready to serve cocks. Crystal giggled and blew a kiss at herself in the mirror before opening the dressing room door and sashaying her way out, giggling and bouncing happily.

She couldn't wait to be a good girl.

And a good bimbo girl would show off her slutty body to the world.

The bimbo strutted down the aisles, her hips swinging side to side, her tits bouncing and her heels clicking on the floor, the sound of her footsteps attracting the attention of the store's owner.

The woman looked similar to Crystal. Her own boobs were big and round, stretching the pink fabric of her uniform to its limits. She had a round ass and wide hips that looked perfect for grabbing while pounding her pussy. Her lips were glossy and pink, and Crystal couldn't help but stare at her, the heat building in her core as her pussy dripped.

The owner licked her glossy pink lips as Crystal sashayed up to the register, her hips swaying. "Wow! Like did your brain finally pop." Her eyes ran down the bimbos body. Crystal giggled, loving the feeling of the older woman's eyes roaming over her exposed skin.

"Duh," Crystal said as her mind echoed the same sentence over and over, the words repeating endlessly in her head: 'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum -Built for porn.'

"So good to see a new slut in the herd. You got a new bimbo name?"

Crystal giggled, and the other woman joined in. "Crystal," the young bimbo replied, a bit breathlessly.

"That's like so oh-em-gee good. Cocks will love to pound Crystal."

"Oh yes," the newly bimbofied woman said. She could imagine it now. A cock buried deep in her cunt, and the sound of it pumping in and out, filling her to the brim with hot, sticky seed.

"So, like, your dumb bitch old self already showed me that you are one of Master's online captures. So, like no need to pay. It's like, um, Cumdumb Candy doesn't know. But like Master says you don't need to pay," the saleswoman said with a ditzy, bubbly giggle.

"Oh," Crystal said with a dumbfounded expression. "That's so like nice of him," she added as her inner bimbo self purred in pleasure.

"Ya. He makes us fuck and suck and sell his stuff. Like our holes. Or porn of how we fuck and suck," the saleswoman giggled.

"Crystal, like, would love that!" the younger bimbo giggled as well. She could imagine herself, spreading her legs for the camera as a big cock filled her, or maybe sucking on the thick rod of some lucky girl. "But Crystal needs to, like, go find her first dick," Crystal said, her pussy drooling at the thought of getting fucked.

"Oh, like, ya," the older bimbo agreed, her eyes glazing over. "I should probably like, get fucked soon, too. Cumdumb Candy is fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn." Cumdumb Candy said with a dreamy voice. She started to repeat her trigger, "Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn."

Crystal felt the void in her head snap to attention. "Fuckable. Designed to earn cum, like, duh. Built for porn!" Crystal replied, her own glazed eyes staring into Candy's.

Both bimbos stood there, their eyes locked as their lips repeated the same mantra over and over again.

Until a loud smack broke the spell. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing through the room.

A moan escaped both girls as their eyes found the source, Master. The two women stared, their mouths hanging open, as the man stood there. He had a wonderful form. Unkept, unathletic and his strong unwashed musk clung to their nostrils.

Crystal inhaled the thick stench of the man. It made her pussy wetter than it already was, her nipples hardening to the point of pain, and her cunt aching with need.

"Like, so good to see you, Master," Cumdumb Candy panted, her eyes wide as saucers.

Crystal licked her glossy pink lips as she looked. He wasn't attractive in a conventional way, but she knew he was the Master, the man that made her into the good bimbo girl she now was. His body had a certain aura to it, a power she felt deep inside. An aura of sex and lust that made Crystal feel so horny.

"You're like the reason why Crystal popped her brain and like became such a good girl bimbo," Crystal said, her voice breathless as she continued to stare.

He grunted in reply. His eyes roamed over her, his gaze traveling down Crystal's body, taking in her large tits, wide hips, and shapely thighs. Crystal giggled and bounced on her heels, her tits bouncing and drawing his attention.

"Fuck, you dumb sluts are always so easy. What's your puppet's name bitch? You can remember it to answer. Then forget the useless thing again," Master asked, his eyes focused on her chest as she bounced again. His voice sent a shiver down her spine, and the heat in her belly seemed to explode.

"Chris-ti-na," she replied with a ditzy giggle, the name feeling so weird to her. It didn't even seem right to say.

He snorted. "I remember your mails. You were so easy to catch. Most overworked bitches are. They want to escape the pressure. I just provided the easy way," he laughed, the sound sending a shiver down Crystal's spine. "What do you say, sluts? Want to please master?" His tone made Crystal's legs weak, and her pussy quivered as he spoke. His cock was hard and throbbing in his pants, the bulge prominent against the fabric.

"Yes," the two women said in unison, and Crystal could see Cumdumb Candy's eyes light up as well. "We are fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn," they moaned in perfectly in tune. They had a need for his thick, juicy cock. They wanted him to fill their holes and pump them full of his seed.

"That's what I love to hear. Cumdumb, close the shop. We have porn to make," he grinned, the look in his eyes predatory. Crystal felt her mouth water and her pussy clench in anticipation.

"Like, ya, Master," the older bimbo cooed as she sashayed out from behind the register. Her big tits bounced, her wide hips swaying as she strutted over to the store's entrance and turned the open sign around, locking the door.

"Good girl," Master said with a grin as he walked over and grabbed a handful of Cumdumb Candy's ass, his fingers sinking into her firm, round flesh. "I knew, the first time I entered this shop that the mousy girl at the register had to be a hidden slut. Candy can you remind me what your puppet's name was?"

"Um, like, I think it was like, like Can-something stupid?" Candy said, biting her glossy lower lip as she tried to remember.

"Can-something stupid? Not much of that bitch left, huh? Well Cumdumb Candy is so much better anyway," Master chuckled, and Cumdumb Candy giggled in response.

"Ya, Cumdumb Candy is so, duh, better!" she giggled.

"Of course you are," he said with a grin. "Now let's go back there. We've got some porn to make." Cumdumb Candy squealed in delight as Master spanked her round ass again.

"Ya, porn! Porn is so fun!" Cumdumb Candy giggled and skipped ahead, her tits bouncing as she moved, and Crystal watched with a hungry expression, her own tits jiggling as she breathed heavily, the sight of the other bimbo making her horny as fuck.

"Don't worry Crystal, once I found the perfect permanent place for you, that dumb puppet in her pink box can be forgotten forever. No need to carry her inside your empty brain," Master chuckled as Crystal felt the box inside her head vibrate with the mention of the dumb bitch inside.

"Oh, thank you, Master!" Crystal panted. The thought that her old self could just vanish, that the last remains could be thrown into the trash where they belonged, was like the hottest thing she had ever heard She wanted that. "I'm, like, so fuckable. I don't, like, need her anymore!"

"I know, good girl, and that's exactly what will happen. She will be thrown into the trash. That's what a dumb bitch that hid those tits from me deserves," Master chuckled. Crystal's nipples tightened as she giggled at the thought. Her old self had been so dumb! She had hidden her big, perfect tits. Crystal couldn't imagine ever wanting to hide her tits from anyone.

"But, maybe we should give her a small encore. Why don't you let her out for a moment. Let her know what I made her into," Master smirked, and the box inside her brain shook again, as if her puppet tried to escape the prison it was locked inside of. But Master had given an order, and Crystal knew she was a good bimbo girl that followed orders, no matter how dumb they might be. And letting the puppet bitch out was the dumbest thing ever!

But Crystal would do it.

With a mental giggle Crystal popped the box open, the puppet bitch crawling out of it. She blinked several times, her head feeling heavy with the presence of her mind inside her brain.

"What," she slurred. Her mouth didn't move as she wanted it to, and the feeling of something pressing down on her brain made her dizzy.

"What's happening," Christina said. The last thing she remembered was shopping, and then a strange bikini that made her feel hot.

Her nose crinkled as she smelled something foul.

The stink made her gag and her eyes finally focused on a man in front of her. Her eyes opened wide in shock as he stared at her with a smirk.

He was gross.

"Welcome back to your body, bitch," Master grinned. "Look at you." He gestured to her. Christina's eyes followed, and she let out a squeal of embarrassment as her body came into sight.

Christina was wearing a slutty bikini that left nothing to the imagination, her big boobs on full display and a miniskirt barely covered her wide hips and pussy. Christina blushed and her hands shot up to try to cover her exposed tits. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice shaking and her eyes watering.

"Nothing much. Just a dumb bitch puppet recognizing who's in charge now." He chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down her spine. He was disgusting, and she didn't want anything to do with him. "Do you remember those videos you watched every night?" he asked. Christina shook her head. Fragments of forgotten hours danced in her fractured mind. She remembered sitting down, but she couldn't recall the video's name or its contents. The memory of a sultry female voice, soothing and seductive, made her shiver. It had been nice to hear, but she couldn't remember the words. "What about that picture of the bimbo and her message? The words that stuck to that dumb brain of yours." Master continued. Christina shook her head again, trying to recall, but her memory felt fuzzy.

The picture. Right, there was a picture of a bimbo in a bikini. And words.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'

"Oh," Christina whimpered. Just hearing those words again, remembering them, felt like a bolt of lightning to her pussy, the sensation making her clench and shudder.

"Do you know who wrote them?" he asked. Christina stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest as her body trembled. She shook her head, unable to speak as he leaned closer to her. He was so close that she could smell the thick scent of his unwashed musk. He stunk, the odor making her gag as it invaded her nose, and yet her nipples tightened, and her pussy clenched in response.

"I do. You," he whispered, the word sending another shiver through her. He had a grin on his lips as he stepped closer, his cock throbbing in his pants as he leaned down, his mouth next to her ear, and she felt him inhale, taking in the scent of her perfume. He smelled her, and her pussy clenched again as she whimpered, a wave of heat rushing through her. The heat was strange, but not unpleasant. "It was a nice work of art. Making you search for an image that would represent your future self. And then make you create that caption. Make you imagine how you would look, sound, act and think when I finished with you," he chuckled and his words left her confused, her head swimming as she tried to remember.

"I didn't. That wasn't me!" Christina protested, her voice trembling as her head throbbed. She could feel something inside her head. Something that wasn't her.

"Well. Yes. That was Crystal taking form. But you were still the dominant self then. So, really, it was you. How did you like the account you make to post it?" Master asked, his words making her head hurt more. Fragments of memories swirled together in a blurry mess, images and sounds that she couldn't place, but the words he said were clear as day.

'@CrystalTheCumDumbBimboCockSleeve' was etched in her brain. Her account, the one she made. It felt wrong. But the thought sent another wave of heat and tingling through her.

Fractured pieces of answering asks in every depraved way she knew. Taking pictures of her tits before and after their enhancement, her lips stretching into an idiotic pout for every selfie she took. Recording videos of her masturbating, fucking a dildo or sucking on random toys, her mind foggy with bliss.

A sudden image flashed through her head, her face on the screen of her laptop, her lips stretched wide and stuffed full of a thick dildo, and the memory of her moans filled her ears.

"Oh god," she whispered.

"It's always fun to see what route the bimbo self takes. You were a real Cocksleeve. Cocksleeve Crystal." Master laughed and Christina whimpered as the heat inside her grew.

Her mind flashed with images of herself, on her knees, her face stuffed full of a dildo or a vibrator pressed against her clit as her pussy spasmed and her hips bucked. She remembered how good it felt to have something in her mouth. How the fullness of it made her feel complete, made her feel like she was made for it.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, her voice trembling as her mind flashed to the image on her laptop.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'

She remembered typing the sentence. Her fingers flying over the keys, and her body responding to the words. She had liked it. It had felt like a warm blanket of comfort wrapping around her. Like everything made sense.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'. She had loved it.

Christina whimpered as the warmth in her body grew and the throbbing between her legs became unbearable.

"I can see it in your eyes, you stupid bitch. Crystal is wrapped around you. Ready to pull you back into the pink box. And isn't that so much better? Remember, Christina? How you told me about your boring job. And all the soul eating stress?" Master said as she squirmed in place, his words making her tremble as the warmth inside her grew, and her mind filled with thoughts of being fucked by thick, throbbing cocks and filled to the brim with their seed. She remembered typing that message, and the feeling of satisfaction that washed over her. Of knowing she would never be anything more than a fuck toy.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered, the words leaving her mouth before she could stop herself. She could feel Crystal wrapped around her, pulling at her, wanting to take her back to her little pink prison, to forget about Christina's stress, Christina's worries. Christina herself.

"Doesn't that feel so much better, dumb bitch?" Master whispered. His words echoed in her head, his voice low and seductive. "To just give up all the responsibilities, the worries and stress and be the fuck doll? Be Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn. Be Cocksleeve Crystal."

She could see it in his eyes that he was right, that being the fuck doll, the toy, that she craved to be, that Crystal craved to be, was better.

Christina whimpered as Crystal's desire flooded her, as the thoughts of being fucked filled her head. She wanted to be used, to be filled, to be a dumb slut.

"See, that's why I love making dumb bimbos. They always look at me in disgust first. But once I strip away all the bad things civilization forced upon you bitches? Well, then they realize what they really are. Dumb. Fuck. Dolls."

Christina trembled, the heat in her body growing as he leaned closer, the smell of him overwhelming her, making her moan as the scent filled her nose, the odor of his musk and the sound of his voice filling her head with thoughts of cocks and sex.

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for porn'. It's not a choice, but her purpose in life.

"Yes," she moaned, the words slipping past her lips. "Please."

'Fuckable. Designed to earn cum - Built for Porn'. 'Yes,' the bimbo in her mind echoed, and the words reverberated through her, sending a shiver down her spine and a wave of pleasure crashing through her as her real self took control. Christina fell back into the pink, velvet box. The soft and comfortable prison of her Master's creation, and her own choices. It clicked shut with a pop, and Cocksleeve Crystal opened her eyes again. Her gaze was unfocused and glazed over with a hazy lust as her Master's musk invaded her nose. Her lips curved into a sultry smirk as she giggled and pressed her body against her Master. She wanted to be used and fucked. She needed him to fill her with his seed.

"Oh, Master!" she purred, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. "Thank you, Master, for, um, like, showing that dumb bitch the truth." She ground against him, seeing in the corner of her vision that Candy had filmed it all. A giggle escaped her as her lips found his neck, her mouth latching onto his flesh as she kissed his skin, the salty taste of him making her moan and shiver as her hips bucked and her body responded to his scent, her pussy quivering with need.

"That's it. Such a good girl. You are a good bimbo aren't you? Fuckable. Designed to earn cum. Built for porn," Master praised as his hand found the back of her head. He pushed her down to his cock, the thick rod of his throbbing member straining against the fabric of his pants as it rubbed against her cheek.

Crystal felt her mind grow blank as the heat between her thighs became unbearable. Her body ached to be filled, to be fucked and used by her Master.

"Of course! Like, Crystal is a good bimbo!" she moaned, her lips parting to suckle on the fabric covering his member. She could feel it twitch against her lips as she moaned, her tongue licking at the material as her eyes closed.

She could taste his salty musk through the cloth, and the thought of tasting his seed made her whimper. She could imagine it filling her mouth, her stomach bulging from the amount of cum her Master pumped into her, and it sent a shiver through her.