Selfish Debauchery

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[pov-any, 2nd person, good pet, flustering, hypnosis, reluctance, fantasy nonconsent (light) luring, femdom/anysub, fey, praise, being called pretty, collar/leash mention, forced eye contact]

My, my. What a pretty thing you are.

Aw, don’t be afraid, pet! There’s nothing to be worried about. No need to squirm and duck your head so adorably.

Look me in the eyes when I’m speaking to you. It’s only polite.

Good pet.

Aw, didn’t that feel good? Hee! I saw that little shiver. It felt good, didn’t it?

Be honest, pet. I’ll know if you’re lying.

That’s right. Of course it did. It felt very good, didn’t it, pet?

Good pet!

And there’s that adorable shiver again~

Does it feel good to be a good pet?

Aw, such a fuss! You’d almost think you just wandered up into the Prickles by chance. As if you didn’t know what you’d find here.

Come closer, pet.

Good pet.

My, my, what a pretty thing you are indeed! Such a lovely face. Such pretty, wide, open eyes. So blank and spiraling. What a lovely plaything I’ve found.

Oh, now, pet, we agreed no lies, didn’t we? I know when you’re lying. It’s very unbecoming. Come here. Closer, now.

There you go. Good pet. Gooooood pet. These headpats feel nice, don’t they? Of course they do!

Now, if you can stop squirming and whimpering adorably for a few moments… oh, come, now, even that makes your face go redder than a ladybug? Just calling you adorable?

That’s so cute!

But focus, sweetie.

Focus on my eyes.

That’s a good pet. There’s a good, good, gooood pet.

So cute and helpless.

What a pretty thing you are indeed.

That’s right. Just keep sinking into my touch, into my voice, into my eyes.

Doesn’t it feel so good to be a good pet for me?

Aww. Good pet. So obedient. So pliable and docile and fuzzy and weak-willed. So eager to please. So eager to obey.

Come along, now, precious. Good pet! Just let your head sink deeper and deeper into the nice, tingle mist and follow at my heel. Good pets follow.

That’s right. You’re doing so well!

Isn’t it so much simpler to just do as you’re told? So natural. So easy.

Maybe in a little while, if you’re very, very good for me…

… we can get you a pretty collar and leash, and make it even easier.

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The Reaches are the common term for the northernmost region of the Lacratian Continent, a wide-spanning peninsula of hoodoo-spiked badlands that range from temperate at the southernmost point to scorching at the northernmost point. Its position directly north of the towering Mountains and surrounded by ocean makes its climate odd and unreliable, and the Mountains cut the Reaches off entirely from the rest of the continent.

The Reaches were at the center of terrible battles against the demon hordes during the Horny War, and ward cellars dot the landscape with a frequency that has rendered much of the Reaches dangerously cursed. Monsters, demons, and witched plants are a common danger, and actual River rifts—half-open portals that can take a mortal or demon through one of the Rivers of Hell—are not unheard of.

“The Prickles” are a cluster of arid hills lush with plant life close to the western coastline, populated mainly by dryads, oreads, and darker things.

The fey will generally do their best to spirit any mortals far from the Prickles, but some can be more mischievous. Few mortals venture to the Prickles for entirely pure reasons, after all—either they’re raid adventurers looking for ward cellars to despoil or they’re mindless adventurers hoping for a chance encounter with a pretty dryad or five. Can a fey be faulted for occasionally giving these errant mortals exactly what they want?

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It’s weird. Not only do I have her body, but I, like, have all her little mannerisms, too. So what’dya think stud?

OMG I can’t believe I called you stud!

*giggle*

So chya, let me get you a beer and some wings and while you can watch TV and play video games all day. But r’member, I’m your Hooters waitress, not your girlfriend, so you can’t just, like, stare at my tits like some total perv. 

Or pinch my ass when I walk by. 

Or, *unf* take creepshots of me with your phone when I’m not looking. 

Gawd, why does that turn me on? I guess Niki doesn’t have much self-respect, huh?

*giggle*

Being a supervillain is the best! I love it!

The only thing better than being The Hedonist would be if I could be The Hedonist with a sidekick.

I mean, if that crazy fucker Glue Gun Gary can get a babe like Addy Sivv to drain his balls on the regular, how much hotter of a sidekick can I get? I’m tall, handsome, and I can make women want exactly what I want. Recruiting a sidekick will be easy, so nothing but the best for me. Nothing less than a villainess in her own right will be worthy of kneeling at my feet.

But who?

Razorgirl? Talented, but too dangerous. I don’t want those titanium claws anywhere near my balls.

Crimson Carnality? Smokin’ hot, but magic just creeps me out.

The Mesmerizer? Her only power is a high-tech strap-on. There’s only one important shaft on this team: mine.

Allie Kaza’am? People do what she says? I don’t want a sidekick for her voice!

Psychosomatique? Telepathy has its uses, but nobody is gonna get inside my head. (Besides, the skinny skank has got no tits.)

Seductress? Fuck no. The scary-ass bitch probably already has a plan to brainwash me!

Mynx? Maybe. Very fuckable. The way her touch turns people on would be a good fit with my powers. And she’s already been mind-fucked by more heroes and villains than I can count! Yes, I’ve found my new main squeeze. She just doesn’t know it yet.

THREE DAYS LATER

“Tell me what you want, slut,” I barked, watching Mynx struggle against the thick ropes I’d used to tie her naked body to the table. She lay on her back, giving me a great view of her fat tits and juicy snatch.

“Ooooh, fuck you, Hedonist. I … uh …. I want … uh … I want to …” I liked the way her lips moved when she spoke. I imagined them around my rod. Her eyes rolled back as my lust became hers. “I want to suck you, Hedonist.”

“Damn right you do. Open wide, slut. Mmmmm.” I groaned as I slid into her warm, wet mouth. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever felt before. As she sucked me down into her throat, I nearly came that instant. Running my hands over her soft skin felt like my fingertips were fucking her. Bending over her, I pressed every inch of skin against her that I could. I’ve never been much of a rug-muncher, but I couldn’t get enough of Mynx’s creamy crease.

All I wanted was to make Mynx cum. Over and over. As she spasmed beneath me, I shot my load deep down her throat. She hadn’t gotten off yet, so I slid my soft prick out of her lips and dove into her muff with everything my tongue and fingers could muster. I wanted her to cum so bad.

“Oooh, Hedonist. I want to cum so bad. Aiiii!” Her body bucked against the ropes as she came, screaming. I loved the sound of it. I loved the feel of it. This bitch was a keeper! I dove back into her twat even as she trembled beneath me.

“Don’t stop, Hedonist,” Mynx cried out between licks on my stiffening shaft. “If you keep this up, I might have to make you my sidekick!”

From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone- Taylor: The Aftermath

  Taylor looked at the full-length mirror and studied her reflection. And just like the previous day, her belly was big and round, the embarrassing result of an Alpha planting his seed deep inside her while she was too zoned out on his pheromones to stop him. It had taken her less than 30 days to achieve a belly one normally carried in the seventh month of pregnancy.

“It’s SO not fair!” she said, stamping her foot, causing her big, milk-heavy boobs to jiggle, swaying under the loose top. Too late Taylor realized her boobs were leaking and her maternity bra was soaked.

It was all her boss’s fault. That Cynthia had *tricked* her into getting knocked up by an Alpha! Grrrrrrrr!

She padded barefoot back to her closet. The waddle was so freakin’ embarrassing. Her belly led the way wherever she went. Everybody at work was still laughing at how Cynthia had tricked her into a swollen belly.

Well, Taylor was going to show them. She was going to get her dignity and her rightful promotion back.

“Well, it’s about your sister, Christine.”

“Well, duh.  It’s not like I’d talk to you about anything else.” she scoffed back at him.

It wasn’t like Mike was, per say, a bad person or anything, but they’d never gotten along.  And after he’d married her sister things had gone down hill fast.  Before Mike, she and her sister had been inseparable, doing everything together.  Now she hardly saw Christine and when she did, Mike was always there too.

“Yea, well, she’s been acting kind of strange lately.”

“Strange?  What do you mean?”  Could it be that Christine had finally had enough of Mike, maybe she was thinking of leaving him.  She’d have to call her right after she was finished listening to Mike moan about it.

“Well, you know how you two were inseparable in high school, the two hottest cheerleaders?” Mike asked and Cassandra scrunched her forehead as she heard him typing something on his computer.

“Cheer… leaders?  I mean, I was class president, but I don’t know if I’d call that cheer leading.”

She heard more typing as he spoke again, “Oh come on, you remember, Chrissy and Cassie.  The blonde and brunette bombshells that had all the guys trying to hit on them.  I mean, you still have your high school team sweater on and your hair in pigtails!”

Cassie looked down at her sweater, her two large breasts stretching it out like it always had and her twin pig tails hanging down the sides of her head, just touching the tops of her breasts.

“Uh… well yea.  I mean those were the best days of my life after all.”

“I’ll say, all those nights the three of us snuck back to the room the two of you shared and you ate out your sister as I fucked your pussy?”

She could still hear the clicking of the keyboard as Mike spoke, “What?!?  I… we… I mean…”

“And all the teachers you slept with… I mean both men and women… how else were you ever going to graduate being such a total bimbo?  It’s not like you had a boyfriend to help you out and do your homework for you like Chrissy did.”

“Like… yea, god I totally loved high school!”

“Remember Mrs. Connel?  You came to school early and hid under her desk, then when she sat down you nuzzled up and started to lick her pussy through her panties?  Hahaha… the look on her face and she almost got fired too!”

“*giggle* She like would have totally got fired, if like, I hadn’t let Mr. Thompson fuck my ass over his desk! *giggle*”

“Ah the good old days, eh Cassie.  Anyway the reason I called you was that Chrissy is kind of feeling lonely with me still on my business trip and I was wondering if you could slip over and lick her pussy until she came?”

“Oh my gawd!  Of course Mike, I’d totally love to!”

“Great, thanks Cassie, I’ll have to make it up to you when I get home.”

“Of course Mike, like, maybe you could fuck me like we use to in high school!  It would be totally cool to have a three way with Chrissy again!”

“Sure, sounds good.”

* * *

Mike watched the Skype session that his wife had started when Cassie arrived at their home.  His bitchy sister in laws head was buried between his wife’s thighs and Chrissy was holding on to her sisters pig tails as she pull her even closer to her.

With his free hand he hunted and pecked out another command in to the window on the display, “After high school, with no job and no boyfriend, Cassie had come to live with Mike and Chrissy as their live in maid.  Cassie found cleaning and cooking to be highly sexually arousing, but just slightly less so than obeying the orders of Mike and Chrissy.  It wasn’t long until her constant sexual arousal sent her over the edge and she begged Mike and Chrissy to let her be their obedient, mindless sex slave.  Mike and Chrissy agreed and now she spends her days cooking, cleaning and taking care of the house.  But when night comes her owners use her body for their pleasure and she couldn’t be happier.”

As he hit enter, he watched Chrissy’s orgasm crest as she bucked her hips with Cassie still held firmly in place.  Then he watched Cassie’s orgasm shake her body and the two women collapsed on to the bed, Cassie’s face still buried in his wife’s pussy.

Ashly sat there leaned over the cake, cramming it down her throat, licking her lips as she ate messily. The creamy icing was so amazing. It seemed so familiar though. She just couldn’t place it. She giggled, realizing she just wasn’t much for facts. All she knew was being arm candy for Michael. Suddenly her stomach grumbled, making strange noises as she continued swallowing down bite after bite. She gasped and reached down grabbing her hips tightly.

Michael walked back in the dining room and promptly dropped his plate to the floor. He stared open-mouthed at his girlfriend. She was writhing around, wiggling in the chair, her hands on her hips and cake dribbling from her mouth. She’d nearly managed to eat the whole thing herself.

It wasn’t the wiggling, or even the rubbing of her hands on her sides that made Michael stop. It was her hair. Ashly’s normally short brunette hair was growing rapidly in length. And more than that, it was fading, growing paler and yellower. Soon it was a golden blonde and settled down around the seat of the chair. It spilled over her shoulders, looking light and bouncy.

Blonde cake, Michael thought. He couldn’t believe what was happening but the words blonde cake stuck in his mind. Then he heard Ashly moan, letting loose a rather pleasured squeal.

Ashly’s Birthday Bimbo Blowout by Kris P Kreme

I really should be going…

He’s going to be back any minute… and when he does come back I’ll go right under again…  Its like just seeing him changes everything.

I really should be going…

But, you know he’s right… watching this porn really is instructive.  My… br-… br-… nope, still can’t say it.  My tits are almost as big as hers now.  I’m sure they’ll get there in the next surgery.  But… there won’t be a next surgery will there?  I mean…

I really should be going…

But then, I would disappoint him… and oh how I hate to disappoint him!  He just looks at me with that look… and I shrink into a tiny ball… I just want to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness…  I hate disappointing him.  Huh, I suppose he put that in my head.  It would make sense.   Its so hot how easily he puts things in my head.  I’ve always loved that… haven’t I?  Wait….

I really should be going…

Yes… that’s what I’ll do… I’ll get up now and go.  But first, I’ll finish watching this porn like he told me to.  I wouldn’t want to disappoint him.  Then, I’ll kneel by the door with my mouth open and wait for him to come in… like I love to do when he comes home… then I’ll… well, I’ll do whatever he tells me to… and then…

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Meta post time.

I was thinking about how often I repost and link back to certain authors today. While it seems silly now, back when most of us horny nerds were on dial up, erotica was the primary means to satiate specific, perverse fantasies. Captions, video and animated GIFs were a luxury, so sites like ASSTR, Changing Mirror and EMCSA were the primordial soup for Hypno, Mind Control, Transformation and Bimbo kinks.

I’d like to propose a Golden Age of Bimbo erotica. A loose canon of authors and stories that spawned entire genres of fetish. My own tastes (F2F, MDom) are going to only be a small part of such a list, so please chime in with any classic (pre-2010) authors and stories people should be aware of.

Here are my personal nominations for ‘canon’ Golden Age Bimbo Transformation Stories:

The Virus by The Joker (1997)

Master PC by JRParz (1998)

Bimbo Eyes by Downing Street (1999)

Cynthia and the Stone by Mr Grey (2003)

Not Guilty by Reason of Omnipotence by The Sympathetic Devil (2007)

A Little Knowledge by Chrystal Wynd (2008)

The Man in Room Ten by Limerick (2008)

Roadside Assistance by Kris P Kreme (2009)

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Amy was confused as she woke up. Where was she? And why was she strapped to a table? Not only did Amy not know the answers to those questions, she soon found it difficult to think at all…

A weird lizard-man walked into the room, holding some kind of…umm…what was it called again? A…thingy with buttons on it…a remote, right! He walked over to her, and grinned, “I’ve always wanted a human plaything…you’ll do nicely…”

He picked up one of his tools from a nearby table, and Amy tried to struggle free, until he pressed a button on his remote and she quickly calmed down. There was no need to be scared…

He brought the tool up to her forehead, tracing along her skin, “Don’t worry, human, I’ve already done the surgery I needed to. Cut right into your head and added some improvements to your brain. Then I put you back together, of course. You can barely even see a scar…”

After he admired his handiwork, he set the tool down, then pressed a couple buttons on his remote. Amy felt her mind go blank, and she stared at the lizard man, ready for him to tell her what to think.

“I want you to repeat what I say as it becomes true in your head, understand?”

“Yes, repeat what you say as it becomes true in my head, I understand.”

“You are a human that wants nothing more than to be fucked by Silurians, like me.”

“I am a human that wants nothing more than to be fucked by Silurians, like you…” Amy repeated, and instantly found herself getting turned on. Getting tied to a table by the sexiest creature in the universe did that to her…

“If anybody tries to ‘save’ you, you will knock them out and bring them to me.”

“If anybody tries to save me, I will knock them out and bring them to you.”

“I am your Master, and your owner, and you will address me as ‘Master.’“

“You are my Master, and my owner, and I will address you as ‘Master.’“

“You will forget everything before you became my pet, because none of that matters to you anymore.”

“I will forget everything before I became your pet, because none of that matters to me anymore,” Amy repeated again, and instantly felt her memories dissolving. She didn’t need those memories anymore…

“Your name is Human Toy Number One.”

“My name is Human Toy Number One.”

Master pressed a few buttons on his remote, and Human Toy Number One felt her thoughts coming back, and she bit down on her lip as she looked at Master. She wanted to be fucked by him so badly…

Luckily, Master unstrapped her from the table, and then removed his clothes. Human Toy Number One quickly stripped out of her own clothes before dropping to her knees in front of Master.

His cock was rather similar to a human cock, but much bigger than any human cock she’d ever seen, and had scales all over it.

It was also much tastier in her mouth than a human cock…

Sorry, I need to do this out of character out of respect for this woman.

Naomi Wu is a maker/hacker in China. Legit talent and an articulate voice in her community.

She was harassed by skeptics who claimed she was a stand-in actress for a male talent. She was outed as queer by Vice against her wishes; possibly a dangerous label for being on Social Media in China. She’s been vocal about western-media bias in ignoring infotech security flaws, especially how they put dissident Chinese whistle-blowers at risk.

And she refuses to be slut shamed.

She also has the most high-fem, Asian Bimbo style imaginable.

Being into 3D printing and body hacking, Naomi uploaded pro-3D scans and sold them, rights and restriction free, for charity.

So here’s to Naomi Wu. A better Asian Bimbo than any of us deserve.

A belated Christmas present (for those who celebrate Christmas) and something to see in 2020.

For the new year, why don’t you resolve to be the very best good girl you can be?

Getting stuff right is stressful. Getting stuff wrong makes you look cute.

And spelling is boring anyway, right?

So stop fixing your typos. And start fixing your makeup.

Make things easy

Act real dumb

Get stuff wrong

It’s so much fun!

I’m here to have ideas. I’m here to get inside your head. I’m here to make you feel blank and blissful.

And you’re here to look cute, switch off and accept it all.

(well spotted)

OK, so I’m not really answering these anymore, but I’m answering this one, because I am ALSO a butch lesbian who sometimes dreams of being the perfect housewife for her gf and HOW DID YOU READ MY MIND???