Aureatey

It all seems like innocent fun until you find yourself with your hand down your pants, mindlessly scrolling and rubbing each and every minute. You'll find yourself softly humping anything you can stick between your legs.

One day every notification will make your cunt soaking wet and your brain blank, knowing we're using you for pleasure.

This is your little secret ✨

Stupid is pretty...!!!

Drool hehe

CW: corruption, brainwashing, unaware, office whore

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Sarah adjusted her posture, shifting her weight from one heel to the other until her stance looked just right in the mirror. Back arched up, breasts jutting forward and butt held high. Presentation mattered. She wasn't sure when that had become the most important part of the workday, but she accepted it the same way she accepted the morning clock-in.

Devote yourself more and more each day to become a cock obessed brain dead girl.

Make sure all you think about is cock. All you want to do is touch yourself and look a pretty cocks.

The thing about magical items is they’re so easy to abuse.

Marcella was learning that quickly. She’d first bought the pen in an antique store, owned it for years and thought nothing of it.

It was during a house party, when she drank too much and passed out on her couch, that one of her friends used it to write dumb slut on her face.

Mean spirited, but hardly the end of the world…until Marcella woke up with a blank, glassy look in her eyes.

Her boyfriend thought she might have had a stroke. She was giggling, bouncing her tits, reaching for his crotch…he was on the verge of calling for an ambulance, when, as an afterthought, wiped the writing off her cheek. His thoughtful, caring girlfriend had been replaced by an empty-headed bimbo.

Her pupils returned to normal, hands falling away from groping herself, mouth closing as her usual mindset reasserted itself.

Almost her usual mindset. Neither of them realized it, but the change left a permanent mark in her personality. She was just a little more sexually open, a little slower on the uptake.

It wasn’t long before she discovered the pen could make body changes, too. The first test was big tits, written across her cleavage, in a lust-filled move as she walked up to the bedroom.

Would she have done that before she used the pen, part of her wondered. But at that moment her tits felt too good to care.

Both her and her boyfriend had watched, enraptured, as her growing breasts overflowed her nightgown, stopping only when they snapped one of the shoulder straps.

Big tits took her up to a full double J cup. Trust me, she measured them. Very thoroughly.

Huge tits made her too big for bras. She grew a pair of enormous lap-fillers, just small enough to reach her arms around comfortably.

Gigantic tits she hadn’t tried yet. Maybe for a special occasion…but it was tempting. The old her would never have fantasized about being that big…

Who cared if none of her regular bras fit anymore? They were just slowing her down.

Dumb slut, busty bimbo, pretty toy…words she started to use every weekend. To relieve work stress. Craving that feeling of blissful emptiness, to lose herself in pleasure.

Who cares if she was always wet now? It just made nights even more fun.

Today, Marcella wanted to try something new. Hefting her trusty pen, frowning when she tried to remember the letter order- did the old her remember how to do that?- before clumsily writing Milk Me in large, blocky letters.

The change was immediate. Just like sliding into a warm bath, or maybe dragging her nipples across fabric…

She didn’t hesitate to touch them, feeling her teats thicken and darken between her fingers. Marcella had barely registered her breast growth, gradual as it was over a dozen transformations…but she had never lactated before. The first wet drops on her hands eliciting a pleasurable gasp as sensations coursed through her, an electric tingling starting at the base of her udders and moving quickly to the swollen nipples.

Marcella glanced at the clock. Udders…now that was a word she could try next. And she still had an entire half hour before her boyfriend came home…

Already she was pulling and tugging them, each successive drop of milk larger and creamier, her moans lengthening and becoming deeper.

It wasn’t long before thick splashes of dairy decorated her counters, the brand new cow swaying her hips happily as she uttered her first-

It's always easy to do what I tell you ✨