❤️ confused little girl 🔞

body horror and big tits

like yesss! i want to go through incomprehensible horrific changes that leave me unrecognizable to myself and loved ones and get milked like a cow!

tits so big that you can't help but wanna fuck them while I try to hide them. i can't even lay down on my stomach comfortably, the tits are so sensitive that any pressure or stimulation makes me buck my hips. plus, the sheer weight of them makes it hard to move. they don't even feel like mine anymore.

and they're not, of course. my tits always belonged to you, just like my cunt and my ass and my hormones. it's all yours to play with.

wherever we go, you make me lift up my shirt and show them off. decorated with piercings that you chose. I'm always in tears from the dysphoria, but no one cares because they're too busy groping my impossibly large tits.

one time, while fucking my cunt, you promise that i can get a breast reduction if I don't cum before you. for a while, I'm able to bear the relentless pounding on my g spot... until you pinch and pull my tits like you're milking me. i cum with a squeal before you cum deep in my fertile pussy.

so i’m gonna give puppy “treats” (edibles) until your fuzzy little head is too dumb for human words

watching it get harder and harder for you to speak with each treat i reward you with

eventually you’re drooling and glassy eyed and far too stupid to be anything other than my desperate little pet

The horror of noticing you can’t talk like you used to

You try to make a complex point, you feel the thought forming, but your tongue feels thick in your mouth

the words come out slow and simple

soon you forget the complex thoughts altogether

Big words don’t make any sense

It’s hard to say anything more than two syllables

You sound…dumb. And you know you do

You see the pity in people’s eyes

They talk down to you

Slowly

Simply

Like a child

Then one day you try to read a book you once loved

The sentences swim

The concepts are alien

You have to read a paragraph three, four, five times

And then you just

Stop

You close the book

The desire is gone

The ability is gone

Soon even things like text messages are hard to read

then comes numbers

math

logic

they just stop making sense

your friends like teasing you about it

“come on, what’s 8+4?” “what’s 3x5?”

you know the answers

of course you do

but the numbers are just shapes now

no meaning

you guess

“ten?” “sixteen?”

and everyone laughs

not a mean laugh

but worse

a fond, pitying laugh

that’s when you realize

this is permanent

this is you now

simpler

Also who is maybee also a stoner ?

Anyoneeee ? I need friendss 💕

But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I tried for a while, but eventually I just had to give in.

And it feels so good. I wish it didn’t but it does.

I love being empty and mindless and I love bouncing my tits and daydreaming about cock.