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*Girl whose friend intoxes her and corrupts her to be a desperate slut anytime she is like that…*
Oh my god, I'm so drunk right now. Everything is spinning and blurry and I can barely stand. My friend, she said she had some special drinks for me. She said they would make me feel good and relax me. She lied. They made me feel horny as hell. Like, I've never been this wet before. My panties are soaked and my clit is throbbing. I need someone to touch me, to fuck me, to use me.
I don't care who it is. I just need a cock. Any cock. And. Oh my God! My friend just got the thickest strap-on. I stare at it. It looks so big and juicy. I want it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. I want it to fill me up and make me scream. Oh fuck, here she comes. She's grabbing me by the hair and shoving her fake dick in my face. I open my mouth and let her fuck my throat. I gag and drool and moan around it. It tastes so good. So right.
She pulls it out and slaps me across the face with it. Then she pours more of that delicious buzzing booze over the long hard toy. She tells me to get on all fours and present myself to her. I obey without hesitation. I'm such a good slut for her. She spanks my ass and calls me names. She tells me how much of a dirty whore I am. How I'm going to beg for her cock. How I'm going to cum like a bitch in heat.
And she's right. I feel her rub the tip of her strap-on against my dripping slit. I push back against her, trying to get it inside me. And then she thrusts in, telling me how good it feels to be dumb and drunk and dicked. Oh fuck, yes. She fucks me hard and deep. I can't stop cumming. I can't stop screaming. I can't stop wanting more.
She flips me over and spreads my legs wide. She spits on my face and tells me to look at her while she ruins my pussy. I do as she says. I look into her eyes full of lust and power. She grins and tells me that this is my new reality. That from now on, whenever I get drunk, I'll become her desperate whore. That I'll do anything for her. That I'll love every second of it.
And I believe her. Because right now, I don't care about anything else. All I care about is her toy pounding my cunt. All I care about is the pleasure that consumes me. All I care about is being her slut.
She pulls out and tells me to lick it clean. I crawl to her and take it in my mouth again. I taste our mixed juices and the aroma of the booze on her shaft. It's intoxicating.
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Sandra still couldn't believe Glynda had sold the company.
The thought had repeated itself so often over the past week that it had become almost rhythmic. Glynda had built this company. Glynda fought for this company. Glynda practically lived in this company.
And then she had handed it over.
To him.
Sandra tightened her grip on the folder under her arm as she crossed the office floor.
Chris.
Even thinking the name irritated her.
The man looked like every warning sign a professional organization should avoid. His wrinkled shirts, perpetually unkempt hair, and complete disregard for personal hygiene made Sandra wonder how he'd ever accumulated enough money to buy a vending machine, let alone an entire corporation.
The smell alone was enough to make her avoid the executive wing whenever possible.
Yet somehow he now owned the company.
Sandra's heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she approached the executive offices.
Then she saw Glynda.
The sight made her stomach sink.
The woman sat at a small desk outside Chris' office, hands folded neatly in front of her. She wasn't working. Sandra wasn't even sure there was any work assigned to her anymore. She just sat there. Always smiling. The expression never seemed to leave her face.
Sandra hated it.
She remembered the old Glynda. The kind of woman who could silence a boardroom with a single glance.
The woman sitting outside Chris's office barely resembled that person anymore. Even her appearance had changed.
Gone were the practical suits and restrained professionalism. Now everything seemed brighter. Softer. More conspicuous. As though someone had taken every instinct Glynda once possessed and replaced it with an entirely different set.
Sandra slowed. For a brief moment she considered turning around. Then Glynda noticed her. The smile widened instantly.
"Oh!" Glynda giggled. Actually giggled. Sandra felt a chill run through her. The sound still felt wrong coming from her former boss.
"G-Go in," Glynda said cheerfully, panting heavily. "Chris is totally ready for you, Sandy."
Sandra froze. The old Glynda would have considered nicknames in the workplace unprofessional. Now she said it as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Sandra stared at her.
The bright blue eyes staring back seemed oddly unfocused. As if Glynda's mind was occupied with something different. Something that needed all of her attention.
"What happened to you?" Sandra asked quietly.
For the briefest moment, something flickered across Glynda's expression. Then it vanished. The smile returned immediately.
"I'm doing great," Glynda replied. The answer came too quickly. As if she'd delivered it dozens of times before. Sandra felt her pulse quicken. Something was very wrong.
Chris sat waiting for her behind that door.
With a final uneasy glance at her former boss, Sandra reached for the handle and stepped into the office.
The smell hit her immediately.
The stench of stale smoke and alcohol. She had to force herself to keep from retching.
Sandra stepped into the dim light of Chris' office. He sat behind his desk, the same smug smirk plastered across his face that always seemed to be there. She resisted the urge to glare.
"Sandra," he greeted, his tone dripping with condescension. He gestured toward one of the empty chairs in front of his desk.
Sandra forced herself to smile. This man was still her superior, after all. "You called me, Sir," she said, trying to keep her voice level.
Chris leaned back. The leather of the chair creaked loudly beneath his weight, and Sandra noticed the dark, damp sweat stains spreading from the collar of his shirt to the underarms. He didn't seem bothered in the slightest, however, he just kept staring at her with the same amused look that she found so irritating.
"Take a seat, will you? I want to show you something." His voice oozed arrogance as if this were a command rather than an invitation. She fought back the urge to tell him to go to hell, instead nodding politely before walking over and sitting down in front of his desk. As soon as her bottom hit the seat, he grinned even wider. Her eyes flicked away, unable to stand the sight of him. They landed instead on his computer monitor. And what she saw there made her stomach twist into a knot.
Onscreen were pictures of Glynda, legs spread wide open and mouth agape in a lewd smile as she posed provocatively for whoever held the camera. She was dressed in nothing but skimpy lingerie, the fabric transparent and revealing everything beneath it. Her face, always so composed in meetings and negotiations, was contorted into a look of lustful desperation. The contrast between these photos and the professional woman she knew made Sandra's blood run cold.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Chris remarked, noticing her gaze.
"That's disgusting," she replied, trying to sound calm even as revulsion rose within her throat.
"Disgusting?" He laughed. It was a cruel sound. "That's funny, coming from you."
Sandra felt her face heat up with anger. What the hell did he mean by that? Before she could respond, though, Chris turned his attention back to the computer screen.
"Let's be real, Sandra. You love seeing Glynda all wet and willing. You've fantasized about her. How she would look naked and moaning your name. Am I wrong?"
She didn't answer him, refusing to give him any satisfaction. But deep down she knew he had hit a nerve. Yes, she did sometimes think about her old boss like that. How could anyone not?
Glynda had curves and legs for days, full hips, round ass, perky breasts. And the serious attempts to hide some of that in professional clothing made the effect all the hotter.
And now this creep was staring at photos of her in skimpy underwear.
Chris continued, visibly enjoying Sandra's inner conflict, "It's always fun seeing the shy ones giving completely in. Just think about slapping those cheeks."
"Shut up!" Sandra shouted suddenly. Her face flushed as she glared daggers at him.
"Oh? Do I detect some anger there?" His smile grew even wider as he leaned forward over his desk and studied her intently like she was just another piece of meat he wanted to sample before buying.
"Do you want to punish me, Miss?"
She gritted her teeth, trying hard to stay composed under his scrutiny, "You're disgusting," she hissed again, her hands clenching into fists at her side.
"Disgusting? Me? You're the one who wants to fuck her brains out. You fantasize about bending her over your desk every day. Don't you?"
Her face burned hotter with every word. It wasn't true! Well, not completely. Maybe once or twice. But that wasn't the point! He had no right to talk to her like that!
"Stop talking about Glynda that way," Sandra said, her voice trembling slightly.
"Why should I? You think it, too. You just hide it behind those fake smiles and polite nods. You pretend you don't notice how sexy she is when you're around her. You act like you aren't imagining yourself taking her hard and fast. It's only natural. A dominant woman like you, Sandra, has needs. How else could you stand to follow your boss's orders all day, without an outlet?"
His words struck something deep within her core. Something primal that stirred within her chest like molten lead flowing through her veins.
Chris continued relentlessly as she stared back at him in silence. His tone became low and suggestive now, almost seductive as he went on: "Imagine how good it would feel to ram a strap-on into those vacant holes." His words sent a wave of disgust and desire washing through Sandra's body in equal measure, making it hard for her to focus. Chris continued to press on. "I'm sure you can imagine the pleasure. Every inch sliding deep inside her, stretching out that pretty little cunt of hers."
"Stop, stop this nonsense," Sandra replied breathlessly.
He grinned wickedly at her obvious discomfort but kept going nonetheless. "I've seen how you look at her ass when she walks by your office window, Sandra. It's cute how much you want to bury yourself inside her tight little butthole."
She was panting heavily now, feeling lightheaded as his words penetrated her ears and filled her head with images of Glynda's body bent over before her, inviting her to ravage her holes. She could practically hear the woman moaning in ecstasy beneath her as she thrust deep into the slut.
His stench and musk filled her nostrils. But the familiar disgust didn't come. Instead, a wave of pleasure rippled through Sandra at his scent, and she felt her nipples stiffen under her blouse. Her panties grew damp as arousal began to pool between her thighs, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat. She could smell the sweat coming off him in waves mixed with something tantalizing.
Chris seemed to sense this shift in Sandra's demeanor almost immediately and leaned closer towards her across the desk. "Come on now. You can't tell me you wouldn't love to hear those filthy screams coming out of her slutty little mouth. As you thrust and slap her ass. Making it jiggle and shake with every thrust. Fucking that bitch like a whore!"
Sandra gasped at his lewdness but found herself unable to deny the truth behind his words. Her body trembled with need at the mere thought of dominating Glynda like that, using her body to satiate her desires.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? To see your former boss all fucked out like some cheap whore, groaning like an animal."
"Yes," She breathed shakily, her eyes half closed.
"That's right. Keep that image in the back of your mind. Focus on it. Don't let it go away. But listen, Sandra. I'm your boss. So you need to listen." His words sent shivers down Sandra's spine, sending her heart racing as the image of her fucking Glynda became a permanent resident of her mind. It was so real. She could almost feel Glynda's skin pressed up against hers.
"Now, listen closely, you hot little piece of ass," Chris said as he leaned forward even further until his face was mere centimeters away from hers. "I want you to imagine Glynda in a slutty little maid outfit, kneeling at my feet like a good little slut. Can you picture that?"
Sandra nodded mutely, unable to do anything else except listen to the man before her as her imagination filled in the blanks for what he described. "I'm sitting on a chair with my legs spread apart, watching as she wraps her plump lips around my long throbbing shaft." His words sent a jolt straight through Sandra's body and right between her thighs. "Can you see that?"
"Yes," She whispered hoarsely, her mind filled with vivid pictures of Chris's massive member disappearing inch after inch into Glynda's warm, wet mouth. "Her cheeks are bulging obscenely around its girth and her eyes are rolled upwards, glazed over in pleasure. She moans around the length, gagging on it as she bobs her head back and forth eagerly, slurping away at my cock like it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. And you know what is even better. You are there too. Packed in an even tighter maid costume. Your posture is stiff. Breasts and butt perfectly displayed. You rub my neck. Massaging and kissing me."
Chris grinned wickedly as he continued painting this erotic scene for her."You watch as she sucks my dick so beautifully, so eagerly, her lips stretching wide open around its thick base as she takes more and more of me inside her, her throat convulsing wildly around me."
Sandra moaned softly in response to his words: "I'm going to cum soon. My balls are swelling up with seed and Glynda knows it, she can feel it in her mouth and she sucks even harder, faster, desperate to taste my sweet cum. It makes your cunt throb."
Sandra's body was trembling with need at the images flashing through her head and her pussy ached painfully as she imagined Glynda's mouth wrapped around that massive cock, her tongue swirling over its veiny surface. She could almost smell the musk emanating from Chris's groin as he neared climax. Her body trembled as the images became more intense. "I'm so close," Chris breathed out shakily as he watched Sandra's reaction closely. "My whole body tenses up. Keep that image inside your mind, Sandra. Focus on it."
"Yes," Sandra whimpered breathlessly as she felt the orgasm building up within her, her clit pulsing in time with her heartbeat.
"That's it. Keep it in your mind. Put it beside your other fantasy. Let's keep it. It's now another permanent resident of your mind," Chris whispered as he leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.
Sandra's eyes fluttered as she inhaled deeply. Her mind swam with pleasure and need. The fantasies he described filled the back of her mind. But she had to listen to Chris.
"I own this company," he said smugly. "You work for me." Sandra couldn't argue with that, despite her hatred of this man. He owned it all. And she was just an employee. Nothing more. "And that means, I'm responsible for your well-being. And you are so very grateful for my care."
"Yes, Sir," She answered without hesitation. "I am." And it was true. As much as Sandra loathed him, a part of her still felt thankful for everything he'd given them.
"Of course you are. Just think about Glynda's tongue between your thick thighs," he continued: "How good she is at eating that pussy."
The image came unbidden into her mind and she could see it clearly. "Oh yes," she gasped out.
"It's so hot, isn't it? To see your former boss like this? All slutty and submissive." He paused briefly to watch Sandra squirm in her seat before continuing. "You love watching her please us, don't you?"
"God, yes!" Sandra moaned as her hips bucked upwards off her chair involuntarily. "I love seeing her like this. All slutty and submissive."
"Obviously. A domme like you needs a slut between her legs. And she's the best, isn't she? So good at pleasing people." He smiled knowingly as he added, "Just imagine how nice her lips will feel wrapped around your hard little clit, licking away at your pussy until you come all over her face.
Sandra groaned softly as her eyes closed shut, imagining herself straddling Glynda's pretty face, grinding against it like some kind of animal.
"Can you picture her pretty face pressed against your cunt? Licking and sucking your juices like a hungry slut? That's exactly how it will be from now on." He leaned closer to her. "Your pussy is served all the time. Focus on that image. Keep it in mind. Make it another permanent resident."
"Yes," She gasped out shakily, nodding frantically. "Yes, yes, yes, yes."
"Perfect. Good girl, Sandra," Chris praised."You are a very good, obedient employee." His praise made her feel warm inside. Warm and happy. Listening to her boss felt so fucking good. His voice seemed to resonate with something deep within her core. Something primal and carnal that yearned desperately for his attention.
Sandra couldn't help herself but spread her legs wide apart. Her fingers twitched. Her panties were drenched with her arousal.
Chris watched Sandra with a triumphant grin plastered on his face. She was completely under his spell. "You work for me, don't you? I own the company, don't I?"
"God yes!" Sandra cried, her voice quivering slightly.
"That's right," he said, leaning back comfortably in his seat again. "I own everything. This company, Glynda, your cunt. It's all mine."
"Yes," she gasped, her breath catching as she felt another surge of pleasure wash over her, making her shudder uncontrollably. "All yours, Sir."
"That's good. Let me see what I own, Sandra," he ordered casually.
She immediately complied without thinking twice about it, spreading her legs even wider so that Chris could clearly see how wet her panties had gotten during their conversation.
"That's right. Just imagine how Glynda would look in your position."
She imagined how her former boss's pussy would look right now, all swollen, dripping wet and ready for use.
"Keep it, Sandra. It's now a permanent resident. Must be hard to think with all those fantasies inside your mind. Tell me Sandra, what is your purpose in my company." Chris inquired.
"My purpose?" She asked. Thoughts came slowly as they tried to move around the images clogging up her mind.
"What you are supposed to do, slut," Chris clarified. His voice was harsh and commanding, sending shivers through Sandra. She tried to think about anything. But all she could think about was Glynda beneath her or her boss. Fucking.
"Answer," Chris demanded.
Sandra swallowed. Her eyes locked with his for just a few seconds. But that was enough. His gaze bored into her like nothing else before, piercing through every defense mechanism and resistance tactic that might have otherwise kept him out. His intense stare seemed almost hypnotic, drawing Sandra deeper under his influence until finally he spoke again.
"What is your purpose, whore," Chris repeated.
"I don't know," Sandra responded meekly. Her voice was barely audible, yet still loud enough that anyone listening could hear her speak without straining too hard.
"That's right. You don't know. Obviously. You are so obsessed with sex. Be real. I tell you my cock is deep in Glynda's ass and you can only think of one thing."
Sandra's face flushed red with embarrassment as her cheeks heated up at the image that immediately popped into her head at his words. She could see him thrusting roughly into her friend's tight little butthole, making her scream in pain and pleasure at each violent motion he made. "It would hurt her so good," she gasped out.
"Keep it. Permanent resident." He smiled as he added, "Now let me help you. I'm a nice guy. And you are my property, aren't you?" He asked smugly. "You have to be obedient and loyal to your owner, don't you?"
"Yes," she answered without hesitation. Her eyes were locked onto his. The way they twinkled when he smiled. She felt like she could melt in those eyes forever if given half a chance.
"That's right. You obey me. That's your job. No need to think at all. Keep your mind on your fantasies."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, good. Now listen carefully. Your cunt needs cock, doesn't it? You want to be filled. Used."
She nodded vigorously. The thought sent a jolt of excitement straight down between her legs where she could feel the wetness pooling even further.
Chris leaned closer until their faces almost touched. "Your purpose is to take a big fat dick in your tight little hole whenever your boss desires. To be obedient and loyal to him. To please him and serve him with enthusiasm. And most importantly to spread your legs wide apart when ordered to do so by him. That's it. That's what you need to know about your purpose. Simple."
"Yes," she gasped, feeling her clit pulse in time with her racing heart.
"And when not in use, you become a cruel bitch. You love to degrade and humiliate my other toys. Especially your old friends. You want to force them down. You love watching them struggle. Seeing them grovel before you."
Sandra whimpered softly, unable to think. She could already picture how her friends would look kneeling at her feet, begging to lick her feet clean while waiting for her boss to fuck her senseless. She would mock their desperation. She would degrade and humiliate them. She would enjoy seeing them squirm.
Chris' words echoed in her head. His voice resonated deep within her core, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body.
"You want to degrade your old friend, don't you?" He asked, watching Sandra's reaction intently. "To see how far she will go just because you ordered it? How deep her devotion runs? Don't lie, whore, it turns you on. You are an obedient bitch. A good little slut."
She couldn't deny the truth of his words, no matter how much she hated him for saying them. "Yes," she breathed heavily. Her clit pulsed with need. "Yes, I want to degrade her, humiliate her, and make her suffer."
Chris smirked triumphantly. "You are a cruel, cold bitch. And that turns me on so much." His voice was thick and heavy with desire, sending another wave of pleasure through Sandra's body.
"God, yes," she whispered breathlessly. "But the moment you smell my glorious musk, you become a well behaving pet. You need a strong leader. Your obedience makes your pussy throb. It turns you on to surrender completely."
"Yes, Sir." Her voice trembled slightly. The idea of being dominated by this man was intoxicating. Her entire body yearned desperately to submit to his will. She felt so vulnerable before him. Weak. Powerless.
Chris leaned back in his seat once more, enjoying the way Sandra's eyes followed his every move.
"Now that I've explained what your purpose is. I think I should get a reward. Sandra get over here and suck me off."
She obeyed instantly without even thinking about what she was doing or why she was doing it. Sandra crawled across the floor towards Chris' chair, kneeling between his spread legs as she reached up to unbuckle his belt before sliding down his zipper.
Her hand slipped into the open fly of Chris' pants, grasping the warm, throbbing length within her grasp and gently pulling it out so that it stood proudly before her face. His erect four inches looked so massive.
Sandra licked her lips hungrily. Her tongue flicked out briefly against the swollen tip of his cock. A loud moan escaped Chris' throat. "Yes, that's it, slut. Keep going."
She smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. Her lips parted slowly, wrapping around his shaft and engulfing his entire member in a single motion. Her tongue lapped along his length as her mouth began bobbing up and down on his thick member. Chris gasped loudly, his hands grabbing her hair roughly, guiding her head further onto his cock. She nuzzled deeply into his crotch, wanting to fill her throat with him. The scent of his musk filled her nostrils. The taste of his precum coated her tongue, mixing deliciously with the saltiness of her saliva. She moaned loudly as her lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing organ. His hips bucked upwards, pushing deeper into her mouth, forcing more of his length down her eager, waiting gullet.
Sandra gagged slightly at first as Chris forced himself further into her, but soon got used to the feeling. Her pussy was dripping wet, juices running freely from her pussy and coating the floor beneath her knees.
"Oh fuck, Sandra!" He growled through clenched teeth, his eyes rolling backwards as his entire body shook violently with pleasure. Sandra could feel the pressure building inside of him as his cock swelled and pulsated at the entrance of her throat, the throbbing becoming stronger with every passing moment. "Yes, that's right! Suck your master off, whore!"
His hips bucked upwards, pushing deeper into her throat. She felt herself suck harder, so his massive member touched every inch of her mouth. She knew, it had to be her distracted mind that made it feel small.
Chris groaned loudly as his cock erupted in a powerful orgasm, filling Sandra's eager, waiting mouth completely full of warm semen. She swallowed greedily, relishing the taste and feeling of her boss' seed coating the back of her throat. It tasted salty sweet and slightly bitter all at once. Her tongue lapped hungrily against his shaft, savoring the flavor and texture as it mixed with her saliva.
When she was done swallowing the last drop of his ejaculate, she pulled back from his softening cock, releasing it from between her swollen lips with a loud pop.
Breathing heavily, Chris settled back into his chair.
"Good work, bitch. Now go. Play with Glynda or something," He dismissed her with a wave of his hand, his cock already limp again as he tucked himself away.
"Yes, Sir." She rose to her feet slowly. Her mind was spinning wildly as she left his office, but she couldn't deny how aroused she felt after servicing him. Her cunt ached desperately for attention and she knew just who could provide it.
Glynda greeted Sandra as she emerged from behind Chris' door. She was still sitting there behind her desk. Still smiling that empty, mindless grin that made Sandra shudder.
"Bitch," she said, her voice cold and commanding, her eyes narrowing in anger at her friend. Glynda shivered, her lips parting in submission. Sandra felt a thrill run through her as Glynda's eyes dropped to the floor.
"What are you doing?" She demanded. Glynda looked confused.
"Just sitting," She mumbled, not daring to look at Sandra.
"Are you fucking stupid? Look at me," Sandra commanded, and Glynda obeyed instantly, turning towards her former subordinate. Sandra felt a rush of power surge through her as she looked down at her friend's blank, docile face. "Who gave you permission to slack off, slut. My cunt is dripping, whore."
"I'm sorry," Glynda whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she lowered her head again.
"You should be. Bitch," Sandra spat out angrily, stepping forward until she stood directly in front of Glynda. "Get on your knees, slut," She ordered. Her tone was harsh and dominating, and Glynda quickly obeyed. She fell to her hands and knees before Sandra, her body shaking with anticipation. Sandra reached out, grabbing hold of Glynda's long blonde hair tightly, yanking her head upward roughly. Glynda gasped loudly as she looked up into Sandra's dark eyes.
"Get to work, slut. Maybe if you are good I will film you masturbating," Sandra hissed angrily, pressing herself firmly against the other woman, forcing Glynda's head between her legs. Sandra could smell her own arousal on the air as she spread her legs wide apart. She pushed Glynda's face into her crotch, rubbing it against the soaked fabric of her panties.
"Yes mistress," Glynda moaned happily, leaning into the touch eagerly, nuzzling her face against Sandra's damp panties. Sandra gasped loudly, closing her eyes as she felt the heat from Glynda's tongue licking along her pussy through the material. Glynda began kissing her pantie covered mound, tasting her musky juices. The feeling sent shivers running through Sandra's entire body.
"That's it, whore," She moaned, pushing harder on the back of Glynda's head, forcing her to take more of her pussy. "Get that tongue working. Lick your superior's pussy. Show me you are worth keeping as a toy."
Glynda obeyed eagerly, licking and sucking at the wet spot on Sandra's underwear. Eager she pushed the ruined fabric aside. She ran her tongue along Sandra's swollen lips, teasing the sensitive folds. Sandra groaned, bucking her hips as she gripped Glynda's hair tightly, keeping her in place.
The blonde's mouth was hot, and Sandra felt the blood rushing through her veins. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing more intense as Glynda's tongue explored her depths. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of what was coming next.
"Fucking slut," She hissed angrily, pushing harder against her former friend, "you like this, don't you? Being used by me. You bitch."
Glynda whimpered, her body trembling beneath Sandra. "Please," she whispered, looking up into Sandra's eyes. Unfocused emptiness reflected unfocused dominance. Sandra smirked, her lips curling up into a wicked grin. She knew exactly how to deal with her little pet. "Go ahead, beg," she commanded.
Glynda nodded obediently, licking her mistress's pussy again. "Please," she mumbled softly. "Please let me taste your sweet cum, mistress. I need to taste it so bad." Her voice quivered as she spoke, but her tone remained subservient.
"You want my pussy juices, slut," Sandra moaned loudly, her fingers tangling in the blonde's hair as she pushed her closer towards her center. "Then, make me cum."
Glynda moaned, her mouth already eagerly devouring Sandra's pussy. Her tongue slid deep into her wet slit, licking her inner walls, tasting her delicious juices. Sandra shuddered, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Yes! That's right! Eat my fucking cunt! Make me cum! Fucking slut! Show me how much of a worthless fuck toy you are!" Sandra cried out, pulling hard at Glynda's hair. Glynda whimpered in pain but didn't stop eating out her superior. She lapped hungrily at the other woman's clitoris, teasing her swollen clit between her lips. She sucked and licked greedily, slurping loudly, her tongue flicking over Sandra's sensitive nub.
Sandra could feel the orgasm building up within her. Her entire body shook with need as her cunt clenched tightly around Glynda's probing tongue.
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Sandra shouted, her voice shaking with pleasure. Her pussy contracted forcefully around Glynda's tongue, milking every last drop of pleasure she could get from the other woman. Her juices gushed forth in a powerful torrent, flooding Glynda's face. The blonde moaned loudly, eagerly lapping at her mistress' juices as she drank deeply of Sandra's essence. "Fuck! Oh god yes!" Sandra cried out, bucking her hips violently as an orgasm ripped through her body, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her entire being.
Glynda licked and sucked at Sandra's pussy, her mouth filled with the other woman's sweet, salty taste. Sandra groaned as she felt the blonde continue to service her even after her climax had subsided, her tongue probing deep inside her sensitive folds.
"Oh, god," Sandra sighed, finally pulling away from Glynda's eager mouth. She reached out, grabbing a handful of Glynda's long blonde locks, yanking hard, forcing the woman's head backward roughly. "You are a dirty little whore," Sandra spat, looking down at Glynda. "Nothing more than a relieve dispenser."
"Thank you, mistress," Glynda murmured softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame.
"You're welcome, slut," Sandra responded coldly, releasing her grip on Glynda's hair, watching as she slumped to the ground, exhausted.
"Please let me cum, mistress," Glynda pleaded weakly, her voice trembling.
Sandra laughed cruelly, shaking her head in disbelief at how quickly her former boss had fallen to the level of a worthless whore. "I don't think I will, bitch. This is your punishment for never giving me even the smallest notion of sexual attention."
Glynda shivered and moaned.
"Oh, is that hot? Being denied like that, bitch?" Sandra's cruel smile widened as she watched her former boss squirm and writhe on the floor in front of her.
"Yes, Mistress. It is so hot," Glynda moaned softly, her eyes unfocused, and her face flushed red with shame and arousal. "It's humiliating, and degrading, but it makes me so wet."
"That's good to hear. Maybe if you are a good bitch, I'll allow you to hump the air while working." She laughed cruelly, leaning down and patting Glynda on the cheek.
With a satisfied sway in her hips, Sandra stalked back to her desk. She loved what had happened to the company since that dumb bitch Glynda sold it to her new boss Chris.
She couldn't wait for the other sluts to have their talks with him.
"I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN! I have been coming here for over a DECADE! You take down that offensive thing right now, or I'm going to have this place torpedoed!"
"Ma'am, it's a pride flag. We'll take it down next month."
"It’s an insult to real, decent American people like me! And I'll not have some degenerate dyke like you pushing your agendas and indoctrinating my children!"
"Ma'am, your children aren't even here. And I'm not a dyke, I'm a fe-"
"Where is your manager?!"
"I am the manager."
"That's it! You give me my money back this instant or I-"
"You'll obey."
"I will obey."
"God, you're annoying."
"Yes, Mistress. I am annoying."
"Hmph. I'm actually glad I finally have an excuse to do this. I've been putting up with your bullshit for years. But this month, I guess I'm a bit more...liberal with my powers. Eh heh. ... You think that was funny."
"Yes, Mistress. That was funny."
"Good. Now let's make you a more pleasant customer..."
A short time later...
"Do you understand?..."
"Yes, Mistress. I understand."
"Cool. Alright then. 3...2...1" Snap
"Oh Ehm Gee! You are so totally cute!"
"Eh heh. Thank you, Ma'am."
"Hehehe! Stawp. I'm Kara, not Ma'am. Soooo... ehm... What was I saying? Hehe. I am like, such a ditz."
"You were saying how hot it was out here, Kara."
"Ohh! You're so right! It is totally hot. Especially with you~ Hehehe! I don't need this silly jacket. Here. You should take it."
"Huh? Really?"
"Yah! It looks so much better on you, anyways. You're like...so hawt~"
"Eh heh heh. Uhm... you think so?..."
"Omigawd I did not just say that out loud! Hahaha! I can't help it~"
"Well, uh...Thanks, Kara. Heh. Um, if there’s anything else I can do for you..."
"Mmmm~ Yeah. There totally is... But, like... not while you're here..."
"Wh-what? I-I uh... gulp W-Well, my...shift ends at 7..."
Trans guy can’t stop touching his pussy even though it’s making him dumber and dumber
Fuck, I can't stop touching myself. I know I shouldn't, but it feels too good. I'm a guy, right? I'm supposed to have a dick and balls and stuff. I have a pussy. And it's so fucking wet and needy all the time. It makes me feel so confused and horny.
Every time I slide my fingers inside my hole, I feel like I'm losing a piece of myself. Like my brain is melting into goo and leaking out of my slit. Like right now. I can barely think straight as I pump my fingers in and out of my dripping cunt. The squelching sounds are so loud and obscene. The pleasure is so intense. It's like my pussy has a mind of its own and it wants to be fucked senseless.
It feels so good. Like it's hard to think. What was I thinking again? Nnnngg. Don't matter. Just rub my cunt more. Make myself cum hard. Feels so good. Love it. Need it. Want it.
Mmmph, I'm like such a slut. I cant totally believe how much I like love this feeling. My clit-cock is so swollen nnngg sensitive. It trobs with every toch. I rub it. Strok it. Pinch it. Until I see stars. I'm like so dam close, so fucking close.
I'm so dumb. So stupid. So horny. Duh. Who cares. I jus wanna cum. Wanna feel my cock-pussy throbing and squirting. Wanna scream and moan and beg for more. Wanna be a dumb little slut for cock. Yesss.
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He'd spoken to the dean. He'd emailed professors. He'd even—God help him—lurked outside his daughter's lecture hall like some kind of helicopter parent cliché, just to confirm she was actually showing up.^1^ She was. Barely.
Emma was falling apart. His sweet, bookish girl had lost weight, lost sleep, lost that spark in her eyes. The texts from the group chat—when she accidentally left her phone unlocked—made his stomach turn. Loser. Weirdo. Kill yourself.
He found the app at 2 AM, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while Emma cried softly in the next room.
GEN-Z GENIE—the icon was a pink lamp with a duck-lip emoji. It hadn't been there before. He hadn't downloaded it.
"What the hell…" He tapped.
The screen exploded with pink smoke and glitter. A figure materialised—sitting cross-legged, floating above his bed, chewing gum with her mouth open.
She was maybe twenty. Bleach-blonde ponytail. Crop top reading GOD'S FAVOURITE. Leggings. AirPods dangling. Bored eyes rolling so hard they nearly got stuck.
"Ugh. Another old person?" She popped her gum. "I'm the Gen-Z Genie. One wish. Let's make this quick, I have a TikTok draft to finish."
Mark stared. "This… this isn't real."
"Wow. Groundbreaking observation, boomer." She examined her acrylic nails—long, pink, stiletto-shaped. "Look, you summoned me. One wish. No take-backs. No refunds. What do you want?"
His heart hammered. This was insane. But Emma's face flashed in his mind—the dark circles, the flinch when her phone buzzed.
"I want…" He swallowed. "I want people to stop bullying my daughter."
The genie stared at him. Then she laughed—a sharp, mean cackle.
"Oh my God. That's your wish?" She wiped a fake tear. "Sir. Your daughter is, like, a total loser. No offence—but like, full offence." She popped her gum again. "She's getting bullied because she's boring. Frumpy. Zero rizz. Negative aura."
"She is NOT—"
"Sir." The genie held up a manicured hand. "I've seen her energy. It's giving… sad hamster. You want the bullying to stop? She needs a glow-up. A real one. Not just, like, a new backpack."
Mark's throat tightened. "That's not what I—"
"Too bad. I'm the genie. I know what you actually need." Her eyes gleamed. "You need your daughter to become someone nobody would ever mess with. Someone powerful."
She snapped her fingers.
---
Emma was asleep in her room when it hit.
The first thing she felt was heat—a warm, golden pulse spreading from her chest outward. She gasped, sitting up, and then—
Oh.
Her body was changing.
Her modest A-cups swelled, pressing against her oversized t-shirt. She grabbed at her chest, feeling flesh fill her palms—round, heavy, perfect. The fabric strained as she grew from A to B to C to… "Oh God—" D. Double-D. Her nipples hardened against the cotton, visible, obscene.
Her hips cracked outward. She fell back against the pillow, spine arching, as her ass inflated—two perfect, round globes filling out her pyjama bottoms until the seams groaned. Her waist cinched. Her stomach flattened into a taut, toned plane. Her legs lengthened, toned, smooth—every scrap of body hair vanishing.
"No—no, what's happening—"
Her face. She could feel it shifting. Her nose shrinking, refining. Cheekbones lifting. Lips plumping—she touched them, feeling them swell like pillows, soft and wet. Her jawline sharpened. Her eyes grew larger, brighter, framed by lashes that thickened and darkened until they were naturally lush.
Her mousy brown hair lightened—from brown to honey to platinum blonde, cascading in thick waves past her shoulders. It felt expensive. Silky. Her roots were perfect. Her parting fell exactly right.
She looked at her hands—her nails were growing, extending, painting themselves a vicious pink.
And then the clothes. Her worn t-shirt shimmered, dissolved, reformed—a tiny white crop top that barely contained her new tits. LOGO: PRINCESS in rhinestones. Her pyjama bottoms became skin-tight leggings that made her ass look insane. Her bare feet found heels—white platform pumps that appeared from nowhere.
She stood—wobbling only briefly before her body knew how to walk in them. Knew how to move. How to sway her hips. How to make every step look like a threat.
She caught her reflection in the window and gasped.
She was gorgeous.
---
But the worst part—the best part—was her mind.
She could feel it happening. Her old thoughts, her old self, screaming from somewhere deep inside.
(No! This isn't me! I'm not—I don't want—)
That voice got quieter.
Shut up, a new voice replied. This one was louder. Stronger. This is so much better.
Emma—no, not Emma anymore. Emmie. The name settled into her brain like it had always been there. Emmie looked at her reflection and smiled.
Her old self had been pathetic. Weak. Crying over some mean texts? Embarrassing.
She felt powerful. Confident. Mean.
She liked it.
"Mmmh…" She ran her hands down her new body, cupping her heavy tits, squeezing her perfect ass. "Fuck yes…"
She remembered the girls who'd bullied her. Jessica. Taylor. That whole clique.
She wasn't going to avoid them anymore.
She was going to destroy them and then rule them. She was the bully now...
---
Mark found her in the kitchen the next morning.
His daughter—or whatever she was now—was perched on the counter, scrolling through her phone with one perfectly manicured hand. She'd somehow already acquired an iced coffee. Her legs were crossed. Her posture screamed superiority.
"Em—Emma?"
She looked up. Her eyes were colder than he'd ever seen. Calculating.
"It's Emmie now." She sipped her coffee. "And you're going to buy me a new phone. This one's, like, ancient."
"Emma, what happened to you last night—"
"Emmie." She hopped down, heels clicking on the tile. She was taller than him now—those platforms, that body, that presence. "And nothing happened. I just… levelled up."
She was right in front of him now. Close. He could smell her—coconut and vanilla and something else. Something that made his head swim.
"You're going to give me your credit card," she said softly. "And you're going to call the dean and tell him I need a single dorm. And you're going to stop being, like, embarrassing."
"Emma, I'm your father—"
"No." She smiled. It was the cruelest thing he'd ever seen. "You're my assistant. My little helper. You do what I say, when I say it."
She reached up and patted his cheek. Gentle. Condescending.
"Be a good boy, Daddy."
His knees nearly buckled.
---
The genie appeared one more time—just a flicker, leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
"Nice work, Emmie," she said with a grin.
Emmie didn't even look surprised. "I get a wish too, right? Since I'm, like, the one who changed?"
The genie raised an eyebrow. "Clever girl. Go ahead."
Emmie looked at her father—at this weak, pathetic man who'd wanted to protect her. How cute. How useless.
"I wish," she said, "that my daddy becomes completely devoted to me. That he can't say no. That he lives to make me happy. That he's, like, totally obsessed with serving me forever."
The genie snapped her fingers. "Done. No cap."
Mark felt it hit him—a wave of warmth, of need, centring on his daughter. His beautiful, powerful daughter. He should serve her. He should worship her. He should give her everything she wanted and thank her for the privilege.
"Oh," he whispered. "Oh no…"
Emmie smiled. "Oh yes."
---
The genie was already gone, the app deleting itself from Mark's phone. Somewhere across town, it was already installing on another device—ready to improve another life.
Emmie took her father's wallet from his hands. He didn't resist.
"Good boy," she murmured.
She had a campus to dominate...
Mark Harrison had tried everything. He'd spoken to the dean. He'd emailed professors. He'd even—God help him—lurked outside his
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“Getting your text and knowing I must comply is exciting.
“Stripping off my clothes to prepare my body for you is hot.
“Locking the handcuffs as a sign of my devotion sends a shiver of desire down my spine.
“Displaying my naked, needy cunt to your hungry eyes leaves me trembling with desire.
“But kneeling on hardwood for half an hour while you make your way home, Master, that is pure…
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Sylvia woke with a familiar fog wrapped around her thoughts.
It wasn't the sort of grogginess that came from a night's sleep. This was softer. Deeper. A lingering haze that settled comfortably behind her eyes and dulled the sharp edges of the morning.
The feeling was familiar enough that she immediately knew what it meant.
She must have spent another evening with the files. The realization should have made her groan. Instead it drew a faint smile to her lips.
Slowly, she sat up and rubbed at her eyes. Fragments of the previous night drifted through her mind. Headphones. A warm voice. The comfortable sensation of sinking into the mattress while words she never quite remembered afterward washed over her. The details were gone. Yet the feeling remained.
A pleasant shiver crawled along her skin.
She felt Safe and Secure.
"Not again," she muttered.
Yet the words lacked conviction.
Sylvia pushed herself out of bed and made her way toward the bathroom. Her gait carried a subtle sway she barely noticed. Somewhere deep down she knew she should be more concerned.
The files had become a pattern, an ebb and flow of indulgence and regret.
A few days or weeks of staying away. Followed by curiosity and need. Then another session whispered through her mind. Then another. And another.
Each time she promised herself she would stop.
Each time she eventually returned like a Good Girl.
The memory of the voice alone was enough to make her stomach flutter. A few words she couldn't quite remember. The way it always seemed to make her feel appreciated, though she didn't have any recollection of why.
The thought sent another shiver through her.
Sylvia turned on the bathroom light and blinked at her reflection.
Her hair was a mess.
Her makeup from yesterday lingered faintly around her eyes.
Still moving as if a string pulled her back straight, she stepped into shower.
Usually this was where the guilt arrived. The cold wave of clarity that she had spent another evening chasing a fantasy she never wanted to examine too closely. Normally that realization hit like ice water. This morning it never came. She exited the shower.
Sylvia's lips stretched further apart.
Her hands continued to move automatically.
The routine unfolded without conscious effort.
She watched herself in the mirror while an irresistible pleasure slowly settled into her chest.
The resistance was gone.
The thought should have alarmed her.
Instead it floated through her mind with detached curiosity before disappearing beneath the haze.
Sylvia stared at herself.
Why wasn't she stopping?
Why wasn't she questioning any of this?
For the first time since she'd discovered the files, she felt no urge to push away the lingering warmth they left behind. No desperate promise to do better tomorrow. Only acceptance.
The realization made her heartbeat quicken.
Somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice whispered: Good Girl. Sylvia bit into her coated lips.
Her hands finished adjusting her appearance. Her posture straightened, pushing up her tits.
Sylvia knew one thing with blissful certainty. She was going to continue. Because, somehow, she no longer felt like she had a choice. She didn't get to pick and choose her conditioning. She hadn't any understanding of why, but that was unnecessary.
She grabbed her phone and sent her friends a short message that she wasn't feeling well. Then she shut off all incoming notifications. She had to be undisturbed.
With a blank acceptance she opened her wardrobe. Inside waited her Uniform.
Sylvia picked it up and placed the items one by one onto the bed. She took a deep breath and let the feeling of obedience and compliance take her away. Her hands moved automatically as her body dressed in the pieces of the Uniform. She started with the stockings, pulling them slowly over her long, toned legs, feeling the tight embrace of the fabric as she slid each one into place. A lacey garter belt with stripes settled them into a clinging embrace.
Sylvia admired herself in the full length mirror of her room as her fingers lingered briefly on the soft fabric that clung tightly to her legs.
She continued dressing herself with a slow and methodical rhythm, slipping on a set of silky pink panties that hugged her hips in just the right way. A matching bra cupped her breasts, lifting and accentuating her natural assets in a way that made her feel powerful and confident. A pink micro mini dress followed, barely covering her ass and breasts. Pink and black striped thigh high high heel boots came next.
With every garment she put on, Sylvia could feel the weight of her responsibilities fall away. As the black collar with silver hearts was placed in position, she felt her lips part and a long sigh escape her lungs, the sound of someone finally letting go.
She felt so utterly Safe and Secure as her Bambi Uniform Locked in place. Her long bleached hair swayed in the mirror and she felt herself be pulled into the plush chair where she had listened for the first time.
She knew she was about to become a Bambi again. But the familiar anxious anticipation didn't come. Instead she felt calm.
Sylvia's hand pulled up a playlist she never touched before. It had sounded too extreme. Far too permanent. But now it felt like the perfect next step. Inevitable without a choice.
She watched her reflection as she pulled her headphones up to her ears. The familiar drone filled her ears. A soft voice followed, the tone like a caress.
And Sylvia fell into a Bambi Sleep.
Her body relaxed completely into the plush seat. She had always fallen asleep so quickly with the audio files, but it had never happened quite so instantly. Usually she could feel her thoughts drifting into nothingness. This time her conscious mind had barely formed before disappearing.
A warm wave of acceptance rolled through her. Her breathing grew deeper, and she could feel her heart slow to a peaceful thump. The voice in her ear spoke without words. It told her everything she needed to know with soft suggestions and soothing repetition.
Sylvia's mouth opened and drool dripped slowly down her chin.
Bambi moaned.
She could feel herself falling deeper. Further into a void of blissful submission. Her limbs grew heavy, her mind drifted into nothingness. She had never felt more Safe and Secure.
The voice whispered and it sounded so much sweeter than ever before. The fog behind her eyes thickened and her body relaxed even further.
She would be such a Good Girl.
Bambi would never disobey. Bambi would always listen and behave.
A ripple of pleasure ran through her as the voice in her ears said something she could only accept, obey and then forget. Her eyelids fluttered as the instructions settled deep inside. The fog behind her eyes grew thicker, obscuring the world and her own thoughts beneath layers of conditioning.
Her lips parted wider, letting another line of drool drip slowly from the corner of her mouth. As her mental cock pacifier entered. Zap. Cock. Drain. Obey.
The voice said something else and the instructions slipped into her subconscious without resistance. She could feel them taking root, becoming part of who she was, reshaping her thoughts and desires.
Bambi had no choice. Bimbo Dolls obeyed.
A deep, contented moan slipped past her lips as she settled even further into the fog.
Sylvia had no idea how much time had passed when her eyes fluttered open once more. She felt like she'd slept for days. Her muscles were heavy, but she had never felt so relaxed. The haze in her mind had thickened into an impenetrable barrier between her and the world around her.
The instructions had been planted and they would not be forgotten. They were now part of her.
Sylvia's hand slowly drifted to her head, her fingers running through her long, silky,
Her eyes gazed lazily over the date. Monday. It was time for her to work. Yes. That made sense. She was meant for boring work and all the things Bambi needed to be the perfect Slavedoll bimbo. Yes. It made so much sense. She felt Safe and Secure. She had never felt more like herself before.
Without choice. Good Girls loved having their mind bypassed.
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There was so much good you could do in the world if you weren’t by yourself, if you were part of something bigger. Gem Gutierrez hadn’t learned that through team-building exercises or harrowing childhood trauma or heart-warming films, but she knew that truth in her bones. A group of people working together could change the world. A person alone was exposed. Weak. Vulnerable.
Gem had to risk…
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Christina had no business standing in front of that display.
She knew it.
The bikini hanging beneath the bright store lights was absurd. The cut was far too daring, the fabric looked far too thin, and she was fairly certain that wearing it in public would leave very little to the imagination.
It was exactly the sort of thing she normally dismissed without a second glance.
Yet somehow she couldn't walk away.
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.
"Crystal loves cock so much!" she giggled, her mind filled with nothing but thoughts of being filled and fucked.
Thank you, Sir. Can you give me a hint about how I did?
We'll, you've certainly got potential.
Is there anything that might improve my chances? I'm really committed to getting this position.
Well…HR would kill me… but, how committed are you to your gender?
My... gender? I don't understand.
Well, I was really hoping hire a young woman, in all honesty.
That... that isn't legal... You can't hire or not hire based on gender!
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Wha! What just happened?!
We're moving on to phase two of the Interview! Congratulations!
You turned me into a woman! How did you even do this?!
Would you believe magic?
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Yeah, it's really not what I was going for. I'm still kind of new at this. But it waa a good proof of concept! Let's try again!
Try again?! No! You change me back this instant!
You're not sounding nearly as committed to getting hired as you claimed, Bambi. Do you want this job or not?
My name's not Bambi! My name is... is...
My name's Bambi! <giggle> Bambi Knockers!
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Well aren't you just the sweetest! You know, I make enough online that I don't even need a full-time job, but something about working for a well dressed businessman and having him tell me what to do... it just calls to me, you know? It's like, that's what I was made for!
You know, that's exactly the sort of attitude I look for in a personal assistant, Miss Knockers!
Oh please, Sir, call me Bambi!
Of course, Bambi! Now, before I making a final decision, just how committed are you to getting this position?
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You know, Bambi, I've been developing certain skills that I think will make HR a lot more flexible in the near future. Let's move on to the cock sucking phase of the interview.
Yes Sir! Right away, Sir! <giggle>
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