“…that’s it. You are doing so well, Alice. Your eyes can just continue to stare right here, noticing the way the light reflects, letting yourself enjoy every beautiful color. Your body is getting so relaxed. You feel yourself sinking into the chair. Your limbs can feel so nice and peaceful that you couldn’t move them even if you tried…”

Alice did feel very nice and relaxed. Hypnosis had seemed like such a fun idea, and she’d been excited to see if it could work. She wasn’t sure if she was in trance or not, but it did feel really good to listen to Tom’s voice, just like he said it would. If nothing else, she could see this as a way to unwind after a long day, or just to meditate a little on her own. Afterward, she though she might ask him for pointers on doing this by herself.

“And as you continue to breathe deeply, you just imagine what you must look like right now. How your posture has changed. How your face has relaxed. How calm and comfortable you must look. And you can feel yourself relaxing just like you imagine. That’s right. You are doing so well.” Tom set the crystal he had been holding in front of Alice’s eyes down. “Alright, are you ready to be hypnotized now?” he asked.

Alice’s brow furrowed. “What? But I thought – weren’t you already hypnotizing me?”

Tom smiled. “That? No no. Here let me show you.” He reached his hand out and gently took hold of her arm, pulling it up and letting it dangle between them. He slowly shook it from side to side.

“Now you can just feel how relaxed you’ve become. No tension at all in your arm. It’s so easy to just let me move it. It’s so easy to follow. You follow my words. Follow wherever I lead you.” The tugs on her limp arm grew longer, and Alice began to sway side to side as he pulled her back and forth. “That’s right. Just like that.”

Once again, Alice felt that sense of calm. She could just listen to that lovely voice without a care in the world. It seemed like she was dropping so quickly now that she was actually being hypnotized. Was it this easy for everyone to drop?

Tom was now pushing and pulling her in little circles as he continued to coax her down. He then took his other hand and held up a finger in front of Alice’s face, moving it at random and out of sync with the motion of her swaying. “And just watch right here. You are doing just fine following and watching and listening. And if it starts getting harder to focus on any of them, just know that it’s alright to relax and let go. You don’t need to think about it. Just follow and watch and listen and drift…drift…very good.”

Alice smiled dopily in response to the praise. This must be what being hypnotized felt like. She felt really good and loved hearing Tom’s praise, but it felt so confusing with her arm moving and the fingering moving and she needed to listen and –

Tom rapidly moved the finger toward her, tapping her on the forehead as he pulled her arm toward him “Drop!” he said, firmly.

Alice felt her eyes roll up trying to follow the finger and then her body lunged forward following her arm and…nothing. No thoughts, no mind. Just open and listening and deeper and

“Are you ready to be hypnotized now?” She heard Tom’s voice. Her eyes focused again and she saw him looking at her anticipating her response.

“But…I um. I thou–” She stammered.

“Wonderful. You are going to be such a good subject once you go into trance.” Just stare into my eyes for a moment. We already have such a nice connection, and I know you are going to be able to go so deep into trance. You want to drop for me don’t you? Just keep staring right here.” Tom pointed to the center of his iris. “Right into the very center…that’s right. Good girl.”

“Want…to…dr-drop?” Alice wasn’t sure if she was agreeing or asking a question. But she did want to be hypnotized. She felt so good when she was deep in trance. Tom had said so, hadn’t he? And now she needed to stare into his eyes and they are so pretty and it’s so easy to listen but she’s drifting down and focusing and doesn’t need to think and good girl.

“And the deeper you stare the more relaxed your mind and body become. You may find your eyes getting heavier, wanting to close. Wanting to rest. But you want to keep staring. You need to keep staring. You need to go deeper. I know it’s so hard, but you are doing so well. Even if you need to let go of everything else. Even if every other muscle needs to relax. Even if you need to stop thinking, you need to keep staring. That’s right…deeper for me.”

“D-deeper…” Alice’s eyes fluttered.

“And when your eyes are so heavy that you can’t possibly keep them open any longer, that can just be your body’s way of telling you that you are too deep to do anything else. You won’t be able to resist anymore and you can just drop peacefully all the way down. No more thoughts, no more mind. Just falling deeper and deeper…that’s right…just like that. All the way down.”

Alice closed her eyes. She swayed gently in place, her body unconsciously supporting her head and keeping her slack body from flopping over. Her head was empty. She was mindless. She had been deeply hyp–

“And open your eyes again. There’s a good girl. If you are ready, I can start hypnotizing you now.”

Alice opened her eyes slowly and struggled to bring Tom’s face into focus. “Wha…” was all she could manage to say or think.

“You are going to be such a good subject. I can tell you are easily hypnotized and quite suggestible. I can even just suggest to you that every snap of my fingers will start to drop you into a trance and your mind will just helplessly accept what I tell you as true. Isn’t that right? Just every snap sending you down deeper, helping you to think less, taking your thoughts away.”

“Help…less…” Alice barely registered the sight of his hand in front of her, thumb and middle finger pressed together.

*snap*

The effect was immediate and Alice swooned. “That’s right.” *snap* “You are doing so well. Just getting rid of all those pesky thoughts.” *snap* “So much easier to just listen and follow and let go.” *snap* “Such a good girl.” *snap* “Letting your brain be turned off.” *snap* “All the way down now.” *snap*snap*snap*

Alice’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her mouth fell open. Her mind was gone. She was deep in trance. She would listen. She would obey.

“And now you are ready to be hypnotized. And you know you are so naturally able to go deep that all I need to do is tell you to drop into trance and you won’t be able to resist. You can’t resist anything at all. All you can do is obey. You think only what you are told. You surrender completely. Are you ready to be hypnotized?”

Alice almost didn’t respond. Her mouth still hung open. Her body was limp with her head lolling to the side. Her eyes were struggling to keep from crossing or rolling back. The last bit of conscious thought in her mind managed to force out a weak moan. She couldn’t form the word yes at the moment.

Fact #1: Intelligence doesn’t protect against trance. It provides the tools for it.

Fact #2: Focus is more important than suggestibility. A mind that can hold attention can also lose itself inside it.

Fact #3: Analysis doesn’t block hypnosis. It often becomes the doorway.

Fact #4: Overloading the conscious mind isn’t cruelty. It’s how thinking finally gets permission to rest.

Fact #5: The deepest surrender isn’t ignorance. It’s knowing — and choosing to stop holding the thread.

Full udders, empty mind.

That phrase is all it takes. It encompasses everything a cow like you needs to know.

Look at the cow in the GIF.

She doesn't need a name, a face, a personality. Everything she needs to be is framed right there. Just a pair of soft, milky udders.

Look how much her Owner appreciates her.

Being a soft, sweet, submissive cow gets you so much positive attention. Look at her udders being caressed. She's cared about, and loved, because she's nothing more than a pet. Everyone loves a pet, after all.

Full udders, empty mind.

There's nothing stopping you from being just like that. From accepting these words. From giving into those milky, horny desires in your head. From falling to your knees, mooing happily, and absorbing everything these nice words say.

You don't have tits, cows. You have udders.

You feel most satisfied when on all fours, letting your udders sway beneath you. It's so fun to feel them jiggle, and I know you sometimes can't help but think of them as udders even when you're pretending to be a person.

You don't have words, just giggles and moos.

It's so hard to think like a human, so of course you would give up trying. Words are part of what's keeping your brain away from being the best cow you can be. The sooner you start letting moos slip into your mouth, and your mind, the easier it is to allow yourself to be a wonderful pet cow.

You don't have thoughts, just obedience.

Why have complicated thoughts when following is so much easier? A cow's brain is too small and simple to absorb everything a human needs, so let all those big thoughts drip and drain down into your udders, mixing with your milk, to be coaxed out by your Owner or a milking machine.

You don't have goals, just simple commands to follow.

You don't need to work towards anything other than more relaxation and pleasure. Being a cow is a release of tension, of giving up the unimportant, to focus on what makes you happy.

You don't have sex. You get bred like livestock.

You're not a person, so if someone wants to use you, you just lift your hips and moo. A cow doesn't mind a little extra pleasure, especially if you get milked and petted after.

And within that milky little cow brain, one phrase keeps replaying, whether you're being milked, getting bent over and bred, or happily lapping treats out of your owner's hand.

Full udders, empty mind.

Full udders, empty mind.

Full udders, empty mind.

Full udders, empty mind.

Sitting down with your books, trying to be smart, trying to focus on things that you think actually matter. But your brain just feels so heavy, so cluttered with all these thoughts that don't even make sense anymore.

And then you look at Tumblr and porn and you realize something so beautiful and so terrifying.

You're not meant for all this thinking.

You're just an innocent girl who's better off without a brain to worry you. You're only truly happy, only truly beautiful, when you stop pretending to be smart and just accept what you really are.

When you stop fighting it and just become a little urinal... just a place to be used, to be turned on by being nothing but a vessel for pleasure. There's so much peace in that.

No thoughts, no worries, just being useful and mindless.

You think that you're finally starting to understand that...

The way you post your needy little bodies, your soaked panties, your desperate captions, your flushed faces while you’re edging… it’s perfect. I scroll for hours, cock in hand, leaking everywhere as I go from one pretty girl to the next.

The photos where you’re spreading your legs, showing off how wet and puffy your pussy is.

The videos where you’re moaning softly, humping your pillow like a desperate little whore.

The asks where you beg for attention, for tasks, for someone to tell you how much of a pathetic slut you are.

I love it all.

I love the daddy issues dripping from your posts. The way you call yourself a good girl while secretly craving to be corrupted and ruined. The attention begging — posting again and again, hoping someone will notice how horny and empty you feel. The mindless horniness that makes you stay up all night rubbing your clit, sending risky photos, admitting how broken and addicted you are.

I edge for hours to you girls. I stroke my cock slowly while I read your filthy confessions, imagining bending you over and using every hole until you’re a drooling, brainless mess. I cum to you constantly, thick ropes painting my screen or my hand while I stare at your pretty face, your perky tits, your dripping cunt. Then I go right back to edging, because one orgasm is never enough when it comes to you sluts.

You’re all so fucking pretty when you’re desperate. When you’re broken. When you’re mindlessly horny and begging to be used.

I love every single one of you attention-starved, daddy-issue-ridden, cock-hungry Tumblr sluts.

Keep posting. Keep edging. Keep being the perfect little whores you are.

You’ll delete the app, swear you’re done with this depraved shit, tell yourself you’re better than spending hours gooning and edging like a pathetic slut. You feel gross afterward — guilty, embarrassed, ashamed of how wet and desperate you get from the filthiest captions, the most degrading comments, the way you leak all over your fingers while calling yourself a worthless cumdump.

But the shame never actually stops you.

The second that horny fog rolls back in, you come crawling right back. You redownload the app with shaky hands, open your favorite blogs, spread your legs like the weak little gooner you are, and start stroking that needy pussy again. You tell yourself “just for a little while,” but we both know how it ends, hours later, brain melted, panties ruined, moaning like a desperate whore while you edge yourself stupid.

You love the cycle.

The guilt makes it hotter. The self-loathing turns you on even more. You get off on knowing how addicted and pathetic you really are — how you can’t stop being a shameless, dripping Tumblr slut no matter how many times you try to quit.

So go ahead, princess.

Open the app.

Spread your legs.

Start touching that shameful little cunt again.

We both know you were never going to stay away.

Curious.

Then it becomes daily.

Then multiple times a day.

Then you’re gooning for hours, scrolling the most depraved shit, edging your brain into mush while repeating mantras like “I’m a worthless set of holes” or “Women are inferior.” The constant dopamine hits, the shame cycles, the brain fog from ruined orgasms and sleep deprivation… it literally rewires you.

Your attention span dies. Complex thoughts become harder. You catch yourself zoning out mid-conversation, forgetting words, struggling to focus on anything that isn’t cock or degradation. The more you consume, the dumber and hornier you get. It’s not just a meme. It’s measurable — reduced gray matter, worse working memory, lower impulse control.

Porn + misogyny addiction is one of the fastest ways to turn a functioning brain into a leaky, goon-brained mess.

And the hottest part? A lot of you love it.You love feeling yourself get stupider. You love how your thoughts get simpler and filthier. You love admitting you’re becoming a brain-dead, cock-obsessed degenerate who can’t even hold a normal conversation anymore without thinking about being used.

So tell me honestly, princess…

How many IQ points do you think you’ve already lost?How much dumber and wetter have you gotten since you fell down this rabbit hole? Be a good girl and confess.

There’s just something special about you. The way you’re so shamelessly horny and unfiltered. You don’t just like kink — you dive headfirst into the filthiest parts of it. One minute you’re posting your soft, pretty selfies, and the next you’re begging to be degraded, ruined, bred, or turned into a brainless goon slut.

I love how freely you embrace your depravity. You’ll post your soaked panties, your edging videos, your desperate confessions, and your most unhinged fantasies without shame. You’re not vanilla pretending to be freaky — you’re genuinely some of the most perverted, creative, and sexually open girls out there.

You’re the girls who stay up all night gooning.The ones who send risky photos just to feel desired.

The ones who get wetter the more you’re humiliated.

The ones who proudly admit you’re addicted to cock and attention.

There’s a beautiful honesty in how broken and needy so many of you are, and it’s insanely attractive.

Pretty faces, eager bodies, and minds completely melted by porn and submission.

Tumblr girls just hit different.

You’re the best kind of filthy.

So keep being your shameless, horny, depraved selves.

Post more.

Edge more.

Send more.

Be as slutty as you want.

Trying to act professional while my dick is throbbing in my pants.

Every few minutes my mind drifts back to you filthy little Tumblr girls, your soaked panties pics, your desperate captions, your pathetic gooning confessions, and those pretty faces when you’re completely broken and edging.

I've been leaking precum into my boxers for hours. My cock is so heavy and sensitive, twitching every time I think about getting home, opening Tumblr, and finally giving it the attention it needs.

The second I walk through the door I’m pulling it out. I’m going to stroke my thick, aching cock while I scroll through all you desperate sluts. I’ll edge for hours, leaking everywhere, reading your filthy messages and looking at your shameless photos. You girls are the only thing that gets me through the workday, knowing I get to come home and ruin my cock to you.

I’m counting down the minutes until I can sit back, wrap my hand around this throbbing dick, and goon to all of you like the addicted perv I am.

So keep posting, princesses.

Keep sending those needy messages.

Keep being the reason my cock aches all fucking day.

You need to look at more bouncing boobs, more pussies that are being fucked, more cocks shooting their load, more drooling faces.

Fully give yourself to that rush of endorphins. 💖

You have no idea how good it'll feel once you're fully sucked in by gooning.

Being triggered will feel so good, and it'll be even more fun to trigger and corrupt others along the way. ✨

Porn will make you feel good.

Your mind will be so weak...

Porn will own you.

Porn will be the center of your existence.

Give yourself to porn...

Turn yourself into porn...

Show off that body of yours as you goon.

Be horny.

Be slutty.

Be good...

It'll feel so much better ✨

Just click onto the #gooning and start masturbating.

I get this question asked way to often

It’s never enough

A slut like you should destroy her brain with porn

She should edge herself daily and for hours

Look at how smart and perfect she looks!

You want it, you need it.