Bimbo Fiction

... OK.

Let's talk about it. All of it.

The time is currently 2:52am in the UK. I'm in too much pain to sleep, and my mood wouldn't allow it right now either.

I left Tumblr earlier this year. When I did, I cited that I 'need to move on' from this. I need to stop engaging in a world that I know is right for me personally, but not right for my prospects.

My diagnosis of fibromyalgia arrived in February. Since then, FND has been floated as an additional possibility. My brain is mush, my head feels like it's been blended and my body gives off the sensation that I've been fed to a meat-grinder.

When I left here, I was exhausted. It was something I could easily cut myself off from and lose the pressure.

Pressure that was never actually there. Pressure that I put on myself to be something more than just ... me. I tried so hard to be some kind of saint, paragon or otherworldly goddess of transgender wisdom and wit.

I tried so hard to have people recognise how "good" I am at things that I lost sight of the fun involved in the process of doing them. It started to matter more whether a post received engagement than whether I actually enjoyed making it.

I also saw a chance to link my following from here to my TikTok and ... genuinely, I don't know why I did it. I must have had some delusions of grandeur that misled me into believing that I could be one of the great trans goddesses of the world.

I'm not that. I will never be that. In foolishly believing that I could somehow be that, I cut myself off from some of the most genuinely heartwarming connections I have ever had. I left true friends behind on this app when I vanished, and it's no word of a lie that I've been thinking of them more and more. Absence certainly makes the heart grow fonder, but I already loved all of you dolls before I left.

My newly-discovered disabilities have greatly lowered my quality of life ... and I'm worried that if I keep cutting people off, I'll maybe never feel the same sense of belonging that I did before.

Another thing to clear up is a little more awkward, but I did say I would explain all of it.

This eventually started to feel like work.

I had actual ... like ... benchmarks to reach. There were self-imposed targets, and I didn't want to underperform.

I took this place too seriously. I have been taking everything too seriously.

I'm ready to be un-serious.

One more aspect that I noticed was becoming really unhealthy was ... well ... I think Tumblr in some way may have actually led me to the asexual discovery, but I'm not sure why. Maybe it just felt dirty to me. Maybe my past self was hitting me over the head with something whenever I lost my cool at a 'Lebanne/Jacinthe forcefem' theory.

I've been trying to be perfect.

I'm not. I never will be. I can't be.

I can try to enjoy things though - it's really my only medicine when it comes to fibro.

Drawing, singing and gaming are all nice distractions, but one of my other main ones has been on pause for a while.

I used to spend hours making captions.

I think I stopped because nothing concrete ever came of it.

But that's the thing - why does it have to be concrete?

Nothing lasts forever, so I'm just going to be me from now on. I'm going to do what I need to do.

If any of you lovely girlies want to chat, please hmu. I promise I'll try to can the situational depression the pain has put me in so that we can just be silly gals again x

@initiativelouise @alwayscute @karlie-xoxo @transfemloren @josiecattie @sweetie-lindsey @marinadreamspink @littleblacktights @itsjennygirlz

I hope we can chat. Enjoy the cap in the meantime x

Of all the people she knew, Akira had always been the last person she'd expect to send something like this. Beneath the image, message after message waited.

> Isn't the size incredible?

> The girth is amazing.

> I wish I could just suckle on it forever.

> The more I look at it, the more I need it.

Rika blinked. She reread the messages.

Then read them a third time. The words didn't fit the friend she knew. Akira had never spoken like this.

She used to roll her eyes at anything that resembled pornographic displays. Rika remembered the last time she had watched an explicit scene in a movie. Her cheeks had flared bright red.

And now she was sending this? This image of an obviously large and well-endowed cock? And her own thoughts about what she wanted to do with it? What she wished she could do?

Rika shook her head, trying to clear it. Her gaze strayed to the picture again, lingering on it, drawn almost involuntarily by something. She shivered. There was something -- enticing about the way it stood up like that, thick and hard. She wondered if Akira really was sucking on that, and what it might feel like.

She blushed furiously at the thought. Where had that come from?

Rika took a deep breath. This was too much. Something wasn't right. She wasn't interested in men that way. Yet this massive phallus drew her in, her eyes roaming over its length and girth.

The words beneath the picture echoed in her mind, each syllable resonating with an unexpected power. 'I wish I could just suckle on it forever'. Forever. Was that the key? Would it be a forever sort of thing?

She swallowed hard and closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before forcing herself to look again.

Rika's gaze flickered back down to her phone. She knew she should have looked away, should have closed it, yet somehow she couldn't make herself do it. Her fingers trembled as she typed her reply. She had to respond, had to ask Akira what was going on. What had made her so obsessed with the picture?

Her thumbs moved almost of their own accord. The words appeared on the screen.

> What do you mean forever? What are you doing? This is so not like you.

Rika waited, her heartbeat quickening as the minutes stretched by without an answer.

Then, suddenly, the screen flickered, and another image appeared. It was the same massive throbbing cock from the first image, only this time it seemed even larger and more intimidating.

Rika gasped softly, her eyes widening involuntarily.

Beneath the image, a new message appeared.

> Just keep looking, just a little longer.

Rika bit her lip, her brow furrowing in concern. Something was definitely off. This was unlike any conversation she'd had with her friend before.

She glanced down again and noticed a new message below the second image.

> Look at how thick and strong it is.

> It's like an unyielding tower of pure masculinity.

> Just staring at it fills my body with an inexplicable need.

> My lips ache to touch it.

> To taste it.

> To feel its warmth against my tongue.

Rika swallowed thickly, a flush creeping across her face as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Why was Akira sending her these pictures? Why was she talking like that? She shook her head, trying to clear it. The words seemed to echo in her mind, growing louder and more insistent.

> To take its full length into my mouth.

> To let its thickness press against my lips and fill my throat until I'm completely, utterly, blissfully overwhelmed with its sheer size.

Rika shivered at the sudden mental image, unbidden and intrusive, of the massive white cock stretching her own lips wide.

A strange mix of revulsion and anticipation filled her veins. The words continued to flow across the screen, their cadence and rhythm hypnotic in its intensity. Rika couldn't help but imagine herself in Akira's place, her mouth watering and her breathing shallow.

Another image flashed across the screen. This time the huge cock glistened, wet with saliva.

The sight sent a shiver down Rika's spine. She had to close the phone. This was too much.

Her fingers hovered over the power button, but before she could press it, a new message popped up.

> Cock is the best thing for slutty bunnies. Just look a bit longer, just a little longer. Keep staring, and it will become everything you ever wanted.

> You want cock. It will be your everything.

> You'll never have enough of cock. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

> The best part is that once you start thinking about cock, you will never stop. Your body will crave it. You'll do anything for it. You'll become a complete slut for cock.

Rika felt a drop of drool fall from her chin. The churning aversion for male genitals gave way for a shivering desire. She didn't like men. She didn't want them inside her, but right now her whole mind and soul felt pulled towards this image, towards the thought of having a cock inside her mouth, down her throat. Her body felt hot, flushed with an unfamiliar sensation.

The idea of becoming a 'slut for cock', as the messages described it, made her body shiver with an unexpected arousal.

Rika closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breath, trying to calm her racing heart. But even her mind conjured only one picture. Cock.

It wasn't just that the image in front of her was all she could see, but that her mind felt as if it was narrowing down to a single point. She could no longer think about anything but the thick and strong cock.

She bit her lower lip and whimpered softly.

What would it taste like? How far down her throat would she be able to take it? She had no idea, and yet her thoughts circled endlessly around those same questions.

Rika opened her eyes and stared at a new image.

It showed a woman on her knees, her head bobbing up and down on a giant cock. Rika couldn't tear her gaze away from the way the woman's lips stretched around its thickness. Heat melted her core at the idea of doing that herself, feeling a massive cock pushing against her tongue, filling her throat. Her lips tingled and she felt her own saliva gathering in her mouth as she imagined what it would feel like to lick a massive, beautiful cock.

Her eyes lingered on the image, her mind racing. It was as if the picture was seared into her consciousness, and she could no longer ignore its presence. It called out to her, whispering promises of pleasure and ecstasy.

> Just look a little longer

Another message appeared.

> Just a little longer and cock will be all you think about. You won't be able to stop thinking about cock.

Rika whimpered and her fingers shook.

> Just look a little longer. Keep staring at these images of cocks and let your thoughts be filled with the idea of having one in your mouth, in your body.

Rika closed her eyes again and shook her head, but it was too late. Between her legs she imagined something hard pressing into her. The feeling made her shudder, a warmth spreading through her lower belly. The messages kept coming, one after another, each one more provocative and suggestive.

> Just a bit longer, a bit longer and it will be your entire life. All you need to do is look a bit longer. Look how strong it is, how big, how long.

> Imagine the weight and taste.

> Imagine the feeling of it down your throat, its size overwhelming your mouth and making your whole being feel fulfilled in a way nothing else can.

> Let the cock fuck your mouth, your cunt, your butt. And your mind.

Rika stared at the image and shuddered. She couldn't deny the heat building within her as her mind filled with images of taking that thick cock into her mouth, of feeling its weight pressing against her lips. It felt so wrong and so right all at once. Her fingers twitched, aching to reach out and trace along the screen, to feel the length of it under her touch.

Rika closed her eyes once more, but even with them closed, the image lingered behind her eyelids. The more she thought about it, the more the heat inside her grew. She felt a part of herself melting. Her eyes snapped open, fixated once more on the screen.

> I'm a slut for cock.

Her fingers danced on the screen, and typed that one truth, over and over. Every word became another stroke on her clit. Another thrust into her cunt. Rika groaned softly and bit down harder on her lip as she typed faster.

> Cock feels so good. Cock makes me feel so good. I'm a slut for cock. I love the way it stretches me, fills me, takes me, fucks me.

Rika gasped, feeling as though she had reached the pinnacle of arousal. She imagined a massive cock penetrating her, thrusting into her over and over until she couldn't stand it any longer.

Akira only sent her an address as an answer.

Rika stood on shaky legs, feeling the need between her legs. She stumbled towards the exit.

The walk was a haze, her body on fire. The image of the cock was all she could think of, its size, its taste, and its warmth. She walked through the night, the neon lights illuminating the way.

Rika arrived at a nondescript door in the back of an alley. Her legs trembled with excitement, and her breath caught in her throat as she reached for the door handle.

It wasn't locked, and the door swung open with ease.

Inside, a dimly lit room awaited her, its walls painted a deep crimson. Hastily she walked through the small hallway. The sound of her shoes echoed off the walls as she made her way deeper into the building.

At the end of the corridor was a large, ornate double door. It seemed out of place in the otherwise unassuming space. She reached out a hand and pushed it open, revealing a lavish room. It was like something out of a bad porn. The room had plush carpeting, and a bed with a velvet comforter.

The bed was surrounded by pillows and blankets, all in deep red and black. On one side of the bed, there was a small table with an assortment of toys. There was a dildo, a vibrator, a bottle of lubricant, a ball gag, a pair of handcuffs and a small leather paddle.

In the middle of the room stood a woman in a leather bodice, fishnets and high heels. The woman was a pale beauty, with long black curls and thick eyeliner around her piercing blue eyes. Akira.

A shiver ran through her body as she stepped closer. Her heart pounded in her chest, her skin tingling with anticipation. Akira looked her over, a sly smile on her face. Rika couldn't help but blush. She could tell that her clothes were dishevelled, her face flushed from her arousal.

Akira stepped forward and took Rika's hand, guiding her towards the bed.

Rika felt as if she was in a dream. She sat on the bed, the velvet comforter soft and inviting.

"It's so good you came here, Rika. Master just loves to teach dumb sluts what they really want," Akira whispered in Rika's ears, sending a wave of pleasure down her body.

"Who's the Master?" Rika whispered back, feeling as if her throat had closed up. The thought of a man having his way with her made her whole body flush. The feeling between her legs grew even more urgent.

"You'll find out." Akira laughed and pulled Rika's shirt over her head, revealing her breasts. Her nipples were already erect, straining against the fabric of her bra.

Rika felt exposed and vulnerable as Akira undressed her. Each lost layer of clothes made her feel less like a person and more like a doll. She felt as if she was being stripped of her dignity and her identity. Each discarded piece of clothing was a symbol of the person she had been, the person she had thought she was.

Rika felt as if her identity, her very self was slipping away. She was becoming someone new, a slut, a fuck toy. Akira's touch was firm and sure, guiding Rika to stand, then turn around and bend over. Her breasts hung down heavily, and her nipples rubbed against the velvet comforter, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Rika felt exposed and vulnerable as Akira spread her legs.

"Are you ready for master's cock," Akira's voice was husky with arousal.

Rika's cunt clenched in response. She was desperate for a massive cock, the one that had filled her mind since Akira first sent her that picture. Akira's hands were warm and soft, her touch firm and confident. Her fingers caressed Rika's skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Please," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desire.

Akira chuckled and moved behind her. She grabbed Rika's hips, pushing her ass up in the air.

"That's right. All women are nothing but master's willing holes. Our desires and preferences are his to shape. Tell me, Rika, when you think about cock, what do you imagine?" Akira's words were low and teasing, her voice sending shivers of pleasure down Rika's body.

Rika couldn't speak, she could only moan as her body ached for the cock she so desperately craved.

"Tell me," Akira commanded, her fingers tracing circles on Rika's skin.

"I want it inside me," Rika finally whispered, her body shaking with desire. "I want a huge cock stretching me wide, filling me up completely until there's no room for anything else."

"And was it always like that? Tell me what you thought yesterday about cock," Akira teased.

"I-I didn't like men," Rika confessed, feeling ashamed.

"What did you think about cock yesterday?"

Rika blushed as she thought back to her previous life, when the thought of men and their dicks repulsed her. "I thought cocks were ugly and disgusting," she whispered.

Akira chuckled, her fingers trailing over the soft skin of Rika's ass, sending a wave of heat coursing through her body.

"And now you can't stop thinking about them," Akira said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, cock sound like the best thing ever. Isn't that right?" she asked, her fingers dipping lower to brush against the wetness of Rika's cunt.

"Yes, I want a big, fat cock stretching me wide. It's the only thing that can satisfy me now," Rika admitted, her face burning with embarrassment and desire. She felt like a puppet on strings, dancing to the tune that Akira was playing.

"You're not the only one. We've both been programmed to crave it, to love it," Akira murmured, her fingers dipping into Rika's wetness and spreading her apart, causing Rika to whimper with pleasure. "Master has claimed us. Babe, sorry, but my cunt is now exclusive for him. I knew you had a crush on me. But that doesn't matter anymore. Does it?" she added with a laugh.

"No," Rika gasped as Akira's finger slid into her wet hole. She felt a shiver of pleasure ripple through her body. "I just need to be fucked. Hard. I want a big cock pounding into me, filling me up, making me scream," Rika moaned as Akira's finger thrust inside her, stroking her walls.

Akira chuckled, her finger pumping in and out of Rika's dripping cunt, the wet sounds filling the room. "I'm glad to hear it."

Rike heard the doors open.

"I see you started to get her ready for me, Aki-Slut," a voice said. It sounded low and deep, sending another shiver of arousal down Rika's spine.

Akira's fingers slipped out of her cunt, leaving Rika feeling empty and desperate for more. She felt her cunt clench around nothing as she was left wanting.

"Yes, Master. Your new slave is a horny, eager little bunny," Akira purred.

"Not yet. She's definitely desperate. But she needs the bunny fucked into her. Don't want her brain to figure out how to resist," he answered.

His words made Rika's heart beat faster, her pulse pounding in her ears. She was so aroused that she could barely think, her mind clouded with desire.

Akira moaned. She pressed her body into Rika, pinning her to the bed.

"Oh, yes Master, please fuck your little bunny slut hard," she purred in Rika's ear. Her words sent a shiver of anticipation through Rika's body.

The Master chuckled and stepped closer to the two of them, his presence looming over them like a shadow. He placed a large, warm hand on Rika's behind. She whimpered in response, her hips pushing back against him as if on instinct.

He caressed her ass gently, and Rika's breath hitched in anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating off his hand as he kneaded her ass. His touch felt like fire against her skin, igniting a deep need inside her.

"Let's start," he said softly, and then he slapped Rika's behind, his large hand connecting with her bare skin with a satisfying smack. Rika moaned at the sharp pain and pleasure that shot through her.

"Are you ready, my little slut?" the Master asked, his voice low and deep, dripping with desire.

"Please fuck me," Rika whispered in a voice that she didn't recognise. The pain from his hand mixing with the heat inside her cunt made her feel like a complete whore.

The Master laughed at her desperation. "That's right. Take it all in. I want that cunt to massage my cock," he said.

She felt his massive, hot cockhead pressed against her slit and moaned as he rubbed against her wetness. "Please fuck me, Master," she pleaded, her body trembling with need. He chuckled, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed forward, slowly sinking his thick shaft into her tight hole. She groaned as his cock stretched her walls, filling her completely. The feeling was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that made her toes curl.

"That's a good bunny slut, Riri. So dumb, you didn't even know how much you loved to be fucked by cock. Riri never was smart. Isn't that right, my bunny slut," the Master taunted, his voice a low rumble. Rika moaned in response, unable to form coherent words. Her mind was overwhelmed with the sensations of being filled so completely, her pussy clenching around his massive shaft.

"Fuck yes, Riri, squeeze that cunt around my cock. I'm gonna pound your little hole so hard and deep that your dumb little mind won't think about anything other than being a complete cock whore." His words sent a shiver of desire through her body and her cunt spasmed around his thick cock.

Akira moaned into Rika's ear. "That's it Riri. No more Rika. You are Master's bunny slut Riri. Just like I am his Aki-Slut," she said, and Rika could hear the pleasure and desire in her friend's voice. It was so wrong and so good, and Rika's mind was a haze of lust. She couldn't think of anything but the cock that was filling her and the words of her Master and Aki-Slut. Her body trembled with anticipation and she pushed her hips back against the Master's, desperate for more.

"Good little slut, take all of me inside you. Your body knows that it's just a cocksleeve. Riri is a fuck bunny. Dumb. Giggling. And always wet for cock." His cock felt so huge inside her. Riri whimpered and pushed her hips back against his, taking him even deeper inside her. His hands were rough and strong on her body, his cock throbbing inside her. She could hear the wet sound of her cunt sucking him in, and she could feel the pleasure building inside her, threatening to take over completely.

The Master's cock thrust in and out of Riri's dripping pussy, his shaft sliding against her wet walls and stretching her tight. Riri's eyes were squeezed shut as she concentrated on the sensation of being fucked, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room, her moans echoing in her ears as her Master took her.

"Aki-Slut, tell Riri how much you enjoy sucking cock." His voice was a low growl as he continued to fuck Riri, his hips slamming into her with a punishing rhythm.

Aki-Slut's voice was a purr in Riri's ear, her breath hot on her skin. "Oh Riri, sucking cock is the best thing in the world. Feeling its hard length sliding past your lips, the weight of it on your tongue, the salty taste of precum. It's heaven. And when cum floods your mouth, it's like drinking liquid pleasure. I can't get enough of it."

Her words sent a jolt of desire through Riri's body, her pussy clenching around the Master's thick cock as she imagined sucking on it. Her mind filled with images of herself on her knees, her mouth stretched wide around a throbbing shaft as she took it deep into her throat, her eyes watering as she struggled to take it all in. The thought of it made her moan, her hips pushing back against her Master as she tried to get more of his thick cock inside her.

"That's right Riri, just imagine your dumb mouth sucking on cock. You want to suck on cock, don't you? You want to feel a throbbing dick in your mouth, don't you?" her Master's voice was low and deep, his words sending shivers through her body as she continued to push back against him, her pussy squeezing around his cock.

"Yes, Master," she gasped, her voice breathless and needy. "I want to suck on cock, please."

"Oh yes, please Master, please let me watch," Aki-Slut pleaded. "Aki-Slut needs to watch. It makes her so wet and desperate and forget all about, um, you know Master."

Riri moaned at the thought of being on her knees in front of the Master, her mouth stretched wide around his cock while her friend watched. She could almost taste it on her tongue, feel the weight of it against her lips. The thought made her pussy spasm with pleasure as her Master continued to fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat.

"Of course. Aki-Slut is only following her programming. Can't deny you the purpose I fucked into you," he said, his voice a low growl as he continued to take Riri. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her hard and fast. Riri could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock as she teetered on the edge of release. Just a few more strokes and she'd be there, she knew. She was so close.

"Riri, listen now. I can feel how close you are. Riri, you are a bunny slut. Dumb. Giggly. And always ready to breed. You need your holes filled all the time. If not by me, you go out and fuck for money," her Master said.

The Master's words were like a jolt of electricity to Riri's body. The idea of being a slut, of being a whore for cock, sent a shudder of pleasure through her. The thought of selling her body, of having her pussy, ass, and mouth filled with cock after cock after cock was like a drug. She could feel the wetness seeping out of her, could feel the tightness in her belly as she imagined the endless line of men waiting to fuck her. She'd be nothing more than a hole for them to use, a warm, willing fuck toy for them to use as they pleased.

The Master continued, his voice a deep, throaty growl that seemed to resonate inside Riri's chest. "That's right. You will only wear the sluttiest bunny outfits. Short skirts and low-cut tops that show off your tits. Your makeup will be thick and trashy, your hair dyed a ridiculous colour and styled like a slut. You'll parade yourself around the city, looking for men who want to buy a good time." Riri moaned as the image took shape in her mind. She could see herself strutting down the street, her short skirt hiked up to show off her ass, her tits nearly spilling out of her top. She'd look like a whore, like a slut for hire.

"And each time you fuck, you forget more and more who Rika was. And forgetting feels wonderful. It's a drug. You can't get enough of forgetting about your past, of losing your mind in the pleasure of being a dumb, horny bunny," her Master said. Riri moaned and pushed her hips back against the Master, trying to get more of his thick, hard cock inside her. She could feel the tightness in her belly building, her orgasm so close she could almost taste it.

On her monitor, pink and violet shapes continued to drift together in slow, mesmerizing spirals. They folded into one another with impossible smoothness before separating again, accompanied by soft music that seemed more intent on setting a mood than telling a story.

Laura had insisted she watch the clips.

"You'll get it after a few episodes."

Amanda hadn't believed her. In fact, she'd nearly laughed when Laura first described her newest obsession.

Over the past two weeks, her friend had changed in unmistakable ways.

Her style had transformed into a parody of real people. It was a rare day now when she didn't look like someone that asked to be seen as very available.

Whenever one of their professors entered the room, Laura's attention sharpened immediately. Afterward she'd excitedly compare them to characters from the series, speaking with such certainty that Amanda often struggled to follow the connections. Often, Laura, distracted during class, absentmindedly drew them wearing clothes far too provocative for college.

At first Amanda had dismissed it as another fixation her friend had stumbled into. Laura had always thrown herself wholeheartedly into new interests.

But this felt different. There was an intensity to it. As though every conversation inevitably circled back to the same handful of characters and scenes.

In the beginning Amanda had found it equal parts amusing and concerning.

Then Laura had sent the videos.

"Just watch these," she'd written. "You'll understand why I can't stop thinking about them."

Amanda had intended to watch only part s, enough to show that she did and could tell Laura she wasn't interested.

Now she couldn't remember how long she'd been sitting at her desk.

The clips flowed together so naturally that she couldn't remember where one ended and the next began.

The colors swirled again.

Pink dissolved into purple.

Purple bloomed into voluptuous outlines.

Without realizing it, Amanda leaned a little closer to the screen. The comparisons Laura had made earlier that day replayed in her memory.

Amanda supposedly resembled a Hanamura Hisui. She was a side character in "College Student hypnotized! New Campus Bimbo Whore appears!" The older sister to the main character Hanamura Kikyou, who became the Hentai Slut Kiki.

Hisui, so Laura had explained, was not only an older sister, but also took on the characteristics of an Onee-sama.

"An Onee-sama isn't just an "older sister"," she heard her friend whisper. "An Onee-sama is grace incarnate. She's elegant, mature, confident, beautiful. The moment she walks into a room, everyone notices her without her even trying. She's the kind of girl who inspires absolute admiration, she's someone you want to protect, follow, impress, and maybe dedicate your entire life to. A cool beauty who treats everyone with gentle kindness, an Onee-sama has this impossible aura that makes your heart skip a beat. It's not just respect, it's totally devotion!"

And Amanda had to agree. Hisui, that illusive shape sitting in front of swirling spiral, was so beautiful. Amanda needed to be like her. From the graceful roll of her hips, down to having her brain rewired into a refined whore.

A groan slipped through Amanda's lips as the figure became more prominent and defined. Long, glossy hair cascaded in straight falls. Her breasts stretched a lacey blouse to the breaking point. A skirt barely covering those delicious and impossible big butt cheeks graced her hips. Black stockings ran along svelte legs, garter stripes dug into thick thighs. The glistening pumps with high heels completed the image.

Drool escaped Amanda's mouth. Hisui was such an inspiration, deserving of everything Amanda could give her. Without any thought she let her tingling fingers crawl beneath the waistband of her pants. Desperate they pressed against the throbbing folds beneath drenched panties.

"That's it," echoed a musical voice through Amanda's head, "just give in. Don't hold back. Goon for Hentai Sluts."

Moaning, she enjoyed the circling motion tracing her pussy. Hisui's blank and glazed eyes stared into Amanda's glazed orbs. They reflected each other. Amanda. Hisui. With each circle the difference seemed to melt away. Amanda shuddered. Her eyes rolled in tune with the swirling colors.

Breathing heavily, more and more of her dissolved. She flicked her demanding clit. A yowl of ecstasy filled the air.

Indulgent Hisui smiled. Amanda yearned for her approval. Hentai Slut Hisui looked so good. The way her mind unfolded under the spiral her sister had shown her, made Amanda so wet and horny. Her understanding of grace slowly transformed into a slutty parody. The image burrowed deeply into Amanda's brain. Now it was all she could think about, becoming a horny Goon Doll worthy of the new Hentai Slut Onee-sama.

A finger slipped into her hor cunt. Muscles clenched around the invading digit. She was so close. Trembling, Amanda felt the first waves of an incoming orgasm.

But Hisui raised a finger and wiggled it.

Amanda's fingers stopped.

"Goon Dolls don't cum," Hisui laughed. The sound a tantalizing mixture of grace and depravity. "Cumming is a privilege for Hentai Sluts. Goon Dolls ride the edge. Desperate. Impossible to feel release. Doesn't that sound wonderful, Amanda?"

Amanda's head nodded. Fog filled her mind. Shivering in need, a finger flicked her clit again. But she didn't cum. It only made her tumble on the edge. It was like Amanda had forgotten how to cum. And that made her moan.

"Goon Dolls need to edge for Hentai Sluts. It's the only thing you need in your life. Be a Goon Doll, Amanda. Be a Goon Doll Amanda. Be Goon Doll Amanda. You should visit HentaiSluts.net. Visit HentaiSluts.net."

Amanda's hands rushed to the keyboard. They flew over the letters and typed the address. A familiar swirl of pink and purple surrounded a button.