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Mmm my top kinks are definitely:

Breeding: belly bulge, cum plugging, inflation, impregnation, (occasionally) lactation/breastfeeding, [no giving birth/labor]

Monsters/nonhuman: tentacles, knots, multi-knots, multi-cocks, fangs, claws, etc.

Living sex toy: being reduced down to just a little sex toy/cumdump pet, bonus if it's for groups because my body is so good you want to brag about it.

Daddy/caretaking [no ageplay or incest]

Consensual non-consent and Somnophilia

"sleepy little one?" nods my head and hugs his waist.

"do you want to go to your bed?" peeks at my bed but shakes head and snuggles into daddy.

"do you want me to take a nap with you?" smiles really big and nods head. Daddy scoops me up and tickles me.

"you know you can ask for what you want right? I won't be mad but I can't always give it to you"

*mumbles*

"what was that sweetheart?"

"I want to feel safe" daddy frowns

"are you feeling small in a bad way right now?" nods head and burrows into daddy

"do you want to talk about it?" shakes head

"I got you baby girl, you're safe right now with me. Let's find Roy and read a story about dragons!" peeks up at daddy

Now look at you. You're a drooling mess.

It wasn't that hard to break you. See, the smart girls are actually easier to take over. They know more words, and all of them can be used against them. With a deeper vocabulary, I can describe everything in more detail and you'll understand. Making it easier for you to be distracted.

Not to mention smarter girls tend to worry more. They constantly overthink themselves. But when you listened to me, you didn't need to worry. Not about anything.

At first our conversation seemed normal. The shifts in your mind were too gradual for you to notice. You just let my words distract you slowly. You didn't realize when you started using less words yourself. You'd rather listen to me than speak for yourself.

And before long the only word you could say was "yes".

Now, no one's home in that pretty head. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. All you need to do is listen to me closely.

Jordan was stressed.

Life was extremely difficult. School had turned out to be a lot harder this semester than she had thought. Her job had turned into a painful slog. Tips were down, the harassing comments up. Everything just took so much of her mental energy she had nothing left in the tank when she finally got a free night to see her boyfriend.

He'd smiled at her piteous look when she met him at the door. "Oh you poor thing. Is it really that bad?"

She assured him that it was. She tried to explain to him, but he held up a hand, stopping her.

"Babe, you need rest more than you need me right now. But, maybe I can help you a little." He gestured to her phone and with a confused frown, she handed it to him. He tapped a few times, then tapped his phone against hers and smiled.

"There. Near field communication is so handy!"

Jordan too the phone back. One new file transferred. "What is this?"

"Its an audio file. It helps you relax! Here, get your earbuds and go lay down. I'll talk to you in the morning, okay?"

He waited while she found her buds and then helped her to bed. She put the buds in as he fiddled with her phone. "Are you ready?"

She nodded.

"Good. Tomorrow will be a better day. You'll see!" He hit play, set the phone by the door and left.

He was right. Jordan slept through her alarm. Through her first class, through her shift. Yesterday even thinking about missing class and work would have sent her into a terrifying spiral of emotion. Today, though, she felt fantastic.

The phone rang. Her boyfriend, no doubt calling to check up on her. "Hi Sweetie!"

She could feel his smile on the other end of the line. "Well hey there, Jo! You sound way better!"

. . . . He called her Jo. He knew she hated that.

He caught the pause. "Ooh, sorry, I know you hate that name."

She did. Felt like it was a way for people to discount her intelligence. Reduce her to just another bimbo. Yet, somehow, today she couldn't muster that anger.

"No, it's okay. You can call me whatever you want Sweetheart!"

Where had that come from? Jordan frowned for a moment and tried to concentrate, but his voice broke through her thoughts. "Okay then, Jo! How are you feeling this morning?"

Jo breathed out excitedly. "I feel great!"

A laugh from the phone. "That's good. You missed class you know. And work."

Jo tried to focus on those facts, but it was hard. She just felt too good to focus on the negative. "Its okay. I wasn't having fun there."

"And having fun is important right?"

Jo found herself nodding.

"You've been working too hard."

Another nod.

"Studying too much."

Nod.

"Its time you allowed yourself to have fun, Jo. You need some fun in your life."

His words demanded more than a nod. "Yes. I need some fun in my life."

"Good girl."

An excited shudder ran through her. Something about him saying that really excited her. Turned her on.

"A good girl would turn the file back on and spend the day listening to it. You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Another shudder as a small climax buzzed from Jo's mind down to her suddenly wet underwear.

"Oh yes."

"Well then, you know what to do. I'll call you later."

A click and he was gone. Jo found her earbuds and started the file again as she lay in bed.

It started just like last time. White noise, static slowly filled her ears. Her eyes closed as it poured from her ears into her mind.

Underneath the static was a voice. Jordan hadn't been able to hear it at all, but Jo could just barely hear it. On the edge of her consciousness whispering sweet truth to her now open mind.

Hours later the phone rang again. Jo lazily swiped at it. "Hello Jo, how are you."

Her voice was husky. "I'm so good."

Another laugh. "Yes you are. Good girl."

Jo couldn't hold back the moan as an orgasm sent her twitching under her sheets.

"Yeah, sounds like you're just about there, baby girl. Is JoJo ready to play yet?"

Jo moaned a response. "Who?"

A small sigh. "Not yet. Put the file back on Jo. You're almost there! Good girls listen. You're a good girl, but soon you'll be better."

Without any conscious thought Jo restarted the file. Soon enough she was back in the land of static and fog. This time, though, there was a pink tinge to the fog. She saw herself there, like she was floating away from her body. She saw the pink mist pouring into her head, filling her. She saw her body respond, saw it change, felt the fog molding her.

Her body looked up at her. Smiled. And opened her arms. Jo found herself floating back down, merging with her new, pink mind.

JoJo didnt need the file anymore. The static was always in her mind. The voice was clear and spoke truth to her as she slowly rolled her hips. Hmmm. She couldn't wait for him to come by. Couldn't wait for him to meet JoJo. Couldnt wait for him to push into her, giving her that final orgasmic push that would cement JoJo into Jordan's body and life.