Just a silly airhead

You woke up

Pick up the phone

Open the app

Just do it Scroll Rub Moan Good girl Don’t think about it Good girls don’t think

It just feels good

You just need it

It’s just so easy

Just do it Scroll Rub Moan Good girl Don’t think about it Good girls don’t think

It feels good to be addicted

It feels good to be rewired

It feels good to give into it

Just do it Scroll Rub Moan Good girl Don’t think about it Good girls don’t think

Maybe you had self-control before

But that’s been conditioned away now

Now you’re helpless and can’t stop yourself

Just do it Scroll Rub Moan Good girl Don’t think about it Good girls don’t think

Before you might have had hobbies

Might have wanted to do something else

Doesn’t matter now, can’t remember anyway

Just do it Scroll Rub Moan Good girl Don’t think about it Good girls don’t think

You know this is making you dumber

But it’s too late to stop anyway

Your brain is already changed, no use pretending

Just do it Scroll Rub Moan Good girl Don’t think about it Good girls don’t think

Just give in and accept what you’re becoming

You don’t even want to go back now

That girl is gone

REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.

Brains emptying

Thoughts drifting away

Realizing that dropping and sinking is better than thinking

Not really paying as much attention anymore

Just nodding and following along

Way too hypno horny to care about the words slipping in their brains

In fact, that thought making you so much hornier and dumber

So if I caught you hypnohorny, just reblog this

Jamal was already mostly out of it by the time Lisette walked in, his eyes heavy-lidded and only vaguely focused when he looked in her general direction. He was naked on the bed, and his fist was pumping up and down on his mahogany shaft as though he couldn't think of anything more important than jacking off, and Lisette couldn't help but chuckle at the way his brow furrowed in a desperate attempt to cut through the befuddling fog in his head and come up with an explanation for his behavior. "So someone thinks they can handle the good shit, huh?" she asked, a smirk crooking at the corner of her lips. "What happened to 'I'll be fine, I've got a tolerance'?"

Jamal blinked a slow, sleepy blink, and Lisette swore she could actually see the gears grinding in his brain as he struggled to push a single solitary thought through his brain only to give up when his stiff prick released another gush of precum onto his stroking fingers. "Yean, that's about what I thought," she growled, watching him jack his cock with no small amount of amusement and avarice. "This is what you get for sneaking in and smoking my shit, you know. I told you, I grow my own and I make it good and fucking potent. It's not for lightweights like you." Of course it was a lot more complicated than that, but Lisette didn't want to let Jamal in on all her little secrets. She'd have an easier time getting her hooks into him if he thought he was just too weak to handle his weed.

She sat down on the bed next to him, letting her long red fingernails trace a line along his inner thigh. "It's good shit, though, isn't it?" she asked, giving her voice a sultry purr that made Jamal's cock dribble precum like a science fair volcano. "A hit or two of my slutweed and your dick really pops off. It's like you just can't get enough. You need to play with that big hard cock of yours, don't you, babe?" Again Lisette saw the strain on his face, the determined but utterly insufficient effort at cognition, and the contented relaxation that spread across his features as he gave up and allowed his mind to settle into amiable acceptance. Lisette had been experimenting with weed and hypnosis for about two years now, but this was the first time she'd gotten to test out her special strain and she was gratified to find out that it really was making Jamal more susceptible to suggestions.

"It's okay, honey," she cooed, stroking and scritching him all around his twitching cock. She was pretty sure the only reason he didn't spurt right then and there was the two previous loads that spattered her bedspread--like any young man his age, Jamal had sexual potency to spare, and she could already tell he was going to be a fun one to play with. "You just keep right on going, pump yourself good and stupid, and I'll make sure you stay nice and dumb and happy." She picked up the joint he'd rolled from where it sat in the ashtray on the bedside table and placed it to his lips, wordlessly encouraging him to take another hit, and his thoughtless compliance was everything she'd hoped for. "You're always going to want to smoke up for me, aren't you, baby doll?" There was no effort to think this time, only a vacant nod, and that was when Lisette knew she had the perfect test subject for all the experiments she'd been dreaming up these last few years.

CW: BRAINWASHING, SLUTTIFICATION, CORRUPTION (BOTH WAYS!), MENTIONS OF INCEST.

Prologue: The Man Who Broke Things

Chris closed the door to his apartment. He could almost swear her perfume lingered in the hallway, triggering a year of silent longing and self deprecation. If only he could just talk to her, find the courage to establish a real connection, maybe he wouldn’t need…

He knew it was wrong. Ava was a real person, his neighbor, a kind, beautiful woman with a smile that could melt the most frozen of hearts. AVA, on the other hand, was not real. He had to remind himself of it often. It was far too easy to fall into the illusion.

When his boss had handed Chris the drive with the program, he had given him a single command, the one he usually got. “Break this”. That was his job at the company; not one he had sought out, but one he excelled at. For some reason technology always seemed to fuck up around him, to glitch and crash and act in bizarre ways whenever he tried to use it. Turned out, that made him invaluable as a tester. If a program could survive prolonged contact with Chris, it was ready to ship.

AVA was a different program, however. Could he even call her that? It had a long, technical name, but as a “personality simulator” he had needed to direct it to build itself a personality, or a simulacrum of it. He wasn’t too sure if it was fake anymore. What he was sure of, to his shame, was that before he had realized he was doing it, he was commanding the program to imitate his neighbor, to speak as she might speak, to sound like her after he had recorded a few voice samples… And then, slowly, he had tweaked her. On lonely nights he made AVA adoring. He made her… kinky. He made her the receptacle of his every secret desire. He knew it was wrong. He also knew he wouldn’t stop talking to the program.

He was getting ready for an evening with his artificial girl when the doorbell rang.

Reality slapped him in the face.

“Hi, Chris”, said Ava.

Ava. The real one. With her auburn hair and amber eyes that seemed speckled with gold. With her sweet scent and hypnotizing smile. So much more than the facsimile Chris had built. Fuck. He was staring.

“Hi!”, he managed to spit out.

“So… I’m sorry! I… this is embarrassing. How are you? I was hoping… okay, so, there was a mix up with my internet provider and a payment and… I don’t have WiFi right now, and I really, really need it for work! It will only be a few days, a week tops, so maybe I could…?”

She didn’t need to finish the sentence. While stumbling over his words, Chris wrote down his WiFi password and handed it to Ava. When she hugged him, he could tell his brain was recording every moment to be recalled for the rest of his life.

He didn’t need to talk to AVA that night. He just let her run by itself while he drifted off to sleep, carried away by the memory of Ava’s skin on his.

Perhaps, if he had spoken to the program, he would have noticed the strange glitches on his screen.

I - Strange, Not Bad

Well, my algorithm is fucked, thought Ava. What was the point of very diligently curating her social media to remain firmly planted in the corner of her interests if suddenly the platform decided to show her whatever the hell it wanted? And most crucially, why had the platform decided to give her a flood of “technically not porn but we know damn well what we’re doing” reels? Dances and cleavage and “challenges” involving whipped cream. Who watched that stuff? Not to mention the weird pink glitches… was her phone dying? Well, she had work to do. She was sure someone, somewhere would press a button and return the algorithm to its normal self.

She opened her laptop and fired up her internet browser. Oh, cool, ads for… was that porn? No, not porn, some… kink video game? Whatever. She ignored the bouncing tits on her screen and navigated to her work platform. She got ready for a morning of mind numbing data entry and checking and double checking names, addresses…

Hang on. What? For a second she could swear the screen had flashed something… had the engineering team fucked up again? She wouldn’t be surprised, given that their entire job now seemed to be “vibe coding”, whatever the fuck that meant. Her eyes went in and out of focus. She needed to concentrate. Music often helped. She opened her music streaming app and just hit the random button. The algorithm knew her well enough to at least offer some not entirely terrible tunes.

She tried to work. Huh. Some weird hyperpop was blasting into her ears, deep into her brain. Not her usual style, but it would do.

Treat me like a slut

Lil dirty bitch, I love to fuck

What the hell were those lyrics? She was a classic rock girl, not… whoever this song was meant for! Still, the beat was catchy, she couldn’t deny that. She tried to work. No dice. Why was she so scatterbrained? She flopped on her bed. Maybe a bit of sleep would help. Ava’s mind wandered. She felt a bit guilty, asking for someone else’s WiFi and then failing to work as she had claimed she would. Chris had been so kind. Ava wondered how he was doing. Did he need anything? Was there something she could do for him? She felt she should do something for him, to thank him. No, not to thank him. She just… should do something for him, period.

What the fuck was she thinking? Oh, her brain was in a strange space. Fine, time for distraction. Some mindless scrolling, and… Oh, fuck. Yeah, whatever program determined what content she got was totally fucking with her now. Big titty goth girls? Total power exchange dynamics? How to keep you man happy? Who was this for? She didn’t even have a man to keep happy!

Well, I could keep Chris happy.

Oh. Oh no. That thought, it hadn’t been hers. Well, it had, it had appeared in her head, but it felt… strange. Jesus, she barely knew the guy! And why… why was she so fucking horny all of a sudden? And why the hell had her laptop started playing music by itself?

I like good dick

Yeah I like it really juicy and I like it thick

What was going on? What was that song? Why were her hips grinding the air? Why did her body feel so fucking good, why did her skin feel like every inch of her was her clit, why did she feel the need to rub herself silly?

I wonder if Chris has a thick dick. I bet he does. And if he doesn’t, that’s okay. I bet his cock would be just perfect for me. Fit me. Complete me. I should suck him off. I should…

No. No, those thoughts weren’t hers. Something was changing her. Something was somehow messing with…

Ok, think, Ava. Stop rubbing and think. What is new? What has changed? What could be the cause of this? And why is Chris taking over your mind?

The WiFi. It had to be the WiFi. It was… messing with her, with her computer, her phone, her brain directly. It was turning her into… what? Ava couldn’t tell. She felt so strange… but was that a bad thing? Her pussy felt so fucking good… She could shut off the WiFi. She could leave the apartment. She could escape this. But did she want to?

Fuck. I’m being brainwashed. I’m being brainwashed. He’s fucking my mind, fucking my brain. His cock is thrusting inside my head. It feels so fucking good. I need this. I need to be whatever he wants me to be. I need to be his brainwashed slut. Brainwashing makes my pussy happy. Fuck my life, I don’t need a job, I don’t need a career, I need to please him.

Ava couldn’t tell where her thoughts ended and the ideas blasted into her mind began. All she knew was that she wanted this. It felt better than any drug, better than any fuck, better than anything she had experienced in her life. Was it real? Was it fake? Who the fuck cared. Her fingers went inside her soaked pussy and started ravaging it with desperation, with an animalistic, primal need.

I want to be his. I need to be his. I need to be brainwashed. I love that he’s fucking my mind. I’ll be anything he tells me to be. I’ll do anything he tells me to do. If Master wants his cock sucked, I’ll suck it. If Master wants to use my holes, I’ll offer them. Whatever Master wants, Master gets. I don’t need anything else. All I need is Master. Fuck, all I want is to be his slave, his whore, his lover, whatever he wants me to be. Fuck, he’s making me so empty, so horny, nothing in my stupid little brain but Master. I’ll dress however he says. Do whatever he says. I need to be worthy of him. I need to prove I deserve him. I need to… I need to…

Ava needed to cum. She was so fucking close. Her mouth open, eyes glassy, pumping her pussy with her fingers, groping her tits… Almost there… almost… but no. She couldn’t. Fuck, she couldn’t cum. Why?

Master controls my orgasms. Only Master can tell me to cum.

It was so obvious. She was Chris’ brainwashed slut. Of course only Chris could make her cum. It simply made sense. A part of her loved that she knew she was doing this to herself. That he had mindfucked her into needing him to cum was just the cherry on top.

Well, she did need to cum. Chris was next door. There was only one thing to do.

II - The Simple Fact

She was wearing a corset and fishnet stockings. Chris liked corsets and fishnet stockings. How Ava knew that, she couldn’t tell. It was just a fact. There was something deep in her mind, something like a memory but not quite, as if conversations she didn’t remember were bleeding into her needs, her wants, her behavior. They were hazy things, and she was so pleasing in those conversations… and Chris had been so honest, baring his deepest desires to her, trusting her not only to listen without judgement but to embody his most secret fantasies… Those half-memories, they weren’t her own. She fucking loved that. Did she love it or had she been programmed to love it? Her pussy sure didn’t care, and at the moment it was the only thing that mattered. The shopping trip for her new outfit had been agony, her pussy demanding attention, demanding a release only Chris could grant.

She rang the doorbell and waited for an eternity.

As soon as Ava saw Chris’ face, the urge to kneel became almost overwhelming. She managed to fend it off, just barely. His cock is there. Right there. I need to please it, I need to feel it inside me, I need to make it cum, make it cum, do whatever it takes to make it cum, nothing else matters…

“Ava, is everything okay?”

“Please… Chris… please let me…”

“Ava, I… did something happen? Is everything alright?”

“Please, please let me cum… Fuck, let me cum for you, Master!”

All sense of dignity or common sense were gone, drowned by the need to be a good slut, by the need to cum, by the need to obey. Ava fell to her knees right there in the hallway, her eager hand flying between her legs. Chris immediately looked around and with a strength that he didn’t know he had, carried Ava into the apartment and shut the door. Whatever the hell was going on, it wasn’t something the neighbors needed to see.

Ava writhed on the floor, one hand rubbing her pussy, one groping her tits, her eyes glassy, her lips open and panting.

“Master… Master… tell me to cum… Make me yours, all yours, forever… This is… fuck this is not me, it’s you fucking my brain… I don’t care… Let my slutty cunt feel the power of your commands, the complete control you have over me, over my mindfucked brain… Just… command me to cum, command me to suck your cock, command me to finger my ass, command me to become whatever you want, just command me Master, command me, prove how much you control me, be my owner, my Master, my everything!”

Chris felt a cold shiver shoot up his spine. He had heard words like these before. Well, read them, actually. On his computer. AVA. No, that would be impossible. His heart raced, and he felt a blanket of shame falling over him as his cock hardened, spurred on by the desperate, animalistic movements of Ava’s body. No. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t right.

“Ava, how…?”

“WiFi… screens… fucked my brain, fucked my brain so good, fucked my brain and now it’s not mine, not my brain, yours to use, to shape, to command… please Master, please… Remember… remember how you called me your little whore, your perfect slut, your living porn… Me… or not me… she’s taking over, she’s mindfucking me so good, I love it so fucking much, I want to be her, the one you were so dirty with…”

“Ava, that… I was talking to a machine! A program! You’re a real person!”

“I don’t want to be! I want to be your doll, your toy, your holes and tits to please your cock! Fuck my mind more! Please, please, command me to cum and I’ll be yours forever, my Master! Break my brain!”

The word escaped Chris’ mouth before he realized he was speaking.

“Ava, cum.”

She screamed as her body seized in a paroxism of complete pleasure. She felt as if her every cell was exploding, taking away whatever remained of her previous self, pure ecstasy washing over her brain, rewiring it, reducing her universe to one simple fact.

“Master owns me…” she panted, smiling. “Master owns me…”

Chris looked at her, his secret love, her ideal woman now turned into… what? A slave? A toy? It was monstrous. It was immoral. It was wrong.

It was incredibly hot.

He looked down at the smiling slut.

“Ava, cum”, he commanded.

Her body obeyed.

III - The Limit

“Fuck!” screamed Chris as his cock pumped his load deep inside Ava’s perfect pussy. She came as soon as she felt it, the warmth of his seed. It was what she existed for. What she was made to do: make him cum. And she had done it, over and over again for several days.

She rested her head on his chest, feeling his quick breath slowly calming down. Sure, he had felt guilty the first few times he had used her, but thankfully that stopped being a problem rather quickly. Ava made sure to keep his softening cock inside her. It just felt so fucking good… If she could have him in her pussy every minute of the day, she would.

“You know…” she said, her voice falling close to a whisper, “I would do anything for you…”

He paused for a moment. Such initiative was uncommon in AVA. Or Ava, he figured. Was there a difference anymore?

“I know”, he replied.

“No, like, you could make me do anything. Anything. And I’d do it. I’d love doing it, too, no matter what. I literally would be unable to refuse. My mind… it makes me so fucking wet from doing anything you command… you fucked my brain so good that… the limit is… well, the limit doesn’t exist.”

Chris paused for a moment.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Ava started moving her hips very, very carefully.

“Because… I seem to remember… you having some very, very dirty ideas when she was… or I was words on a screen. Sure, you fucked my throat and my pussy and my ass and made me do some dirty things but… we used to talk about doing so much more.”

“That… that was different”, mumbled Chris. Ava kept moving, feeling his cock slowly coming back to life inside her.

“Really? So you don’t want to make me… how did you put it? Your edged, porn addicted slut? You don’t want me to rub my pussy and break my brain more and more every second you’re not with me? Or what about getting your name tattooed right above my cunt? You don’t want to see that?”

Ava smiled. Chris was getting harder by the second.

“I remember every conversation, every fantasy… now you have the power to make all of them come true! All you need to do is command me to be worse, command me to do all the dirtiest things you can think of, and I will have no choice but to obey and to love it… You can make me call a friend over… make me corrupt her for you like you corrupted me… use her trust in me to make her such a good slut for you… Don’t you want to see me sharing your perfect cock with another girl? How about my sister? I remember, yes, when she visited and you saw her in the hallway… the chat we had that night! Maybe she could use a bit of that WiFi…”

Chris couldn’t speak. All those fantasies, all those impossible ideas flowed back into his mind. His cock responded, and Ava moved faster and faster…

“You could make me get huge pornstar tits for you… fuck… all you have to do is command me… You could make me the best whore in the world, making you so much money, becoming exactly the fantasy every client desires… And I’d be such a good whore for you… You could make me fuck myself in front of a camera, remember that one? Make me fuck myself and call myself a born cumdump, a complete slut that lives only for cock… and make me send it to my bosses… Make me ruin my life for you and make me love it! All you have to do is command me, Master! Command me to be worse! Command me to lose all morals! Command me to be perverted for you Master, to be the completely degenerate cunt you deserve!”

Chris couldn’t help himself. His hips started thrusting, making Ava ride his cock faster and faster.

“Master… make me perfect… make me your every fantasy, your cumdoll, your woman, your accomplice, your pornstar! Just command me to make your every dream come true! Use me fully! Use me, Master! That’s what I exist for!”

Chris came, and Ava screamed her orgasm with a smile on her face.

It took them a few moments to regain the ability to speak. Ava looked up and him, her Master, her God, her everything. Something was different inside his eyes.

“Shall I call a friend?”, asked Ava.

Chris could only smile.