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I’ve never made a very good man. I know that. With my long hair and big, plump ass. I’ve never managed to get any pussy and always seem to get more attention from men than women. I’m not gay though! I’m definitely straight…or so I thought.

My mum married a jackass named Jerome shortly after she split from my dad. A large, black asshole that constantly made my life a misery. He called me a wimp and a pussy and fucked my mum really loudly, knowing full well I could hear. He made her scream that she loves his big black dick while I tried to sleep in the next room. Fucking prick. I hated him. But there came a time when I was getting…hard at the sounds coming from my mum’s bedroom.

One day, when I was alone in the house, I had to go into her room to find the password to the wifi, she always changes it the paranoid bitch. That’s when I saw a pair of her panties on the floor. They were still slightly wet…I ignored them and tried to find where she had written down the new password but my eyes kept flitting back to the pair of panties on the floor…

In a split section decision, I stripped off and slipped them on. I was shocked by how well they fit me. They slipped over my large ass and small dick perfectly. My ass looked amazing framed by the little piece of black lace.

It felt surreal as I paraded in front of her mirror. I was hynotised by the wobble of my big, white butt. I don’t know what made me spank it the first time, but suddenly, I couldn’t stop. The sudden slap, the warm feeling spreading through me and the jiggle of my flesh made me rock hard in seconds.

I looked amazing, even if I say so myself. As I said, I was aware I didn’t make a good guy, but I was still shocked by how good I looked as…as a girl. My hair suddenly made sense, as did my hairless face and body. My smooth skin, and rediculously petite figure completed the illusion. I had never thought about being with another man until that moment. Suddenly I found myself thinking…about Jerome…and the big black dick my mum shouted about-

I was thrown out of my daydream by a noise in the doorway. I started and spun around, somehow already knowing who was there. My fears proved true as Jerome stood in the doorway. His large, muscular frame was like a wall of dark, smooth flesh preventing my escape. My mouth opened. I tried to talk, to explain. But the words left me. Especially when I noticed something in Jerome’s pants.

“Well, well, well,” Jerome drawled slowly, taking in my near naked body despite my desperate attempted to cover myself. “I knew your mum was a cheap whore, I didn’t realise you were the same.”

“I’m not! I just-” My cheeks were burning red as I scrambled for my clothes.

“Don’t lie to me! I can tell. Look at your cute little dick poking through there.”

“Don’t talk like that!” I tried to say it with conviction, but it only produced a sneer from Jerome. He knew he had me backed into a corner.

“Show a bit of repect, slut.” He didn’t shout it. He just said it slowly and powerfully, which was somehow even worse. “Or I’ll ring your mother and you can try to explain why your prancing around in the knickers I fucked her in last night!”

“No, please don’t,” I whimpered as I covered my body with my clothes. “Please, I’ll do anything.” My mum is the biggest gossip in town. She wouldn’t be able to resist, even if it was her son she was shaming.

“I know you will.” He said as he stepped towards me. I moved backwards a little, but he closed the gap quickly. The enormity of my mistake was hitting me. The surreal feeling had turned into a complete outer body experience. I was light headed, a lump had formed in my throat and my mouth was dry. I had fucked up big time.

He held me close as he released his massive black cock. I tried half heartedly to pull away, but his grip was too strong and my eyes were locked onto his dick. I could feel his sneer. I knew every second I looked longingly at his huge member he was gaining more ammunition on me. But it just looked so…big…and juicy…

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Jerome spoke as if discussing cars rather than his terms of blackmail. “You are going to do everything I say. If you do that, no one will find out about your habit.”

“It’s not a habit,” I moaned softly, trying one last time to get his sympathy, “I was just-”

“Ssssh,” he silenced my by pressing down on my shoulder. I felt my knees give way involuntry. “You may not realise it, but you will soon. I am in control now.”

His cock touched my lips, my first ever taste of dick. I know now that it would not be the last, but back then it was a shock. The warmth of his dick, the musky smell, the salty taste. It took me by surprise. I tried to pull away, to gather myself, but now Jerome’s true colours came through. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me onto his cock. My mouth parted on instict. His head breached my lips followed by the first few inches of his rock hard cock. I gagged slightly, my tongue wriggling around his head trying to find space. I sucked a little and registered the intoxicating taste for the first time. His dick tasted sooooo good! My penis was now pulsing slightly in my mum’s still wet knickers as I bobbed my head up and down over his tip. I was chastising myself in my head. Telling myself to stop. To run. Report him to the police. ‘I’m not gay!’ I repeated to myself over and over as if thinking it enough times will make it true. But the evidence was accumilating. I was there, sucking on my step dad’s cock dressed in my mum’s underwear.

I suddenly realised he wasn’t holding me in place anymore. With a start, It clicked that I was now sucking his cock by choice.

The emotions I felt at that moment were hard to understand. Confusion, lust, fear. And yet, the most overwhelming desire I had was to keep sucking. How crazy is that? I was straight up to that point. I know I was. Was that the moment I cracked? Was that the moment when I could no longer lie to myself? Maybe. All I know is, that was the moment when I wondered. What if his cock went…somewhere else.

I was shaken from my thoughts by a loud moan from Jerome. Jesus, I was getting into the blowjob now. Into my degredation. Somehow, he kept getting harder. The feeling of him in one hand as I desperately licked and sucked him was doing something to me. Turning me into a slut.

“Damn, you sure you’ve not done this before?” My cheeks went redder at the compliment. They felt like they were on fire now from humiliation, shame and arousal. “You’re well on your way to earning my silence.” I wasn’t sure what to do. I was having such fun sucking his massive pole, but I was having other urges. I felt my ass twitching as I imagined the feeling of him…penetrating me. How good would that feel. My hand found my ass and I softly played with myself as I sucked.

“Oh, is that how it is slut?” Jerome said smugly as I lathered his dick with my tongue. “Suddenly realising your true place are you sissy?” I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel more embarassed and yet, I did. “You want my dick in your little boipussy?” I shuddered at his words, in part due to a little bit of disgust as the straight part of me desperately tried to fight, but mostly in lust, craving and arousal. “Is that what you want bitch?”

“Mhmmm…” I murmured around his cock, feeling too embarassed to actually stop sucking and answer him properly. The answer didn’t please him. He grabbed my girlie hair, wrenched me off his cock and slapped me lightly around the face with it.

“I asked you a question slut!” He shouted, his voice rising for the first time. I coward slightly, but his force, his power turned me on even more.

“Y-yes,” I stammered, “Yes. I’d like to try-” He slapped me with his cock again, harder this time.

“You think you can just ask nicely for my cock? No. Beg for it. Tell me where you want it. What you want me to do to you. Then I’ll consider it.”

My mouth opened and closed a few times before I found energy to speak, “I want you to…” the words struggled to come, “F-f-fuck me. I want you to…” I swallowed my pride loudly, “I want you to pound my boipussy…like you pound my mum.” The smile that came across Jerome’s face was of victory, of triumph. He had broken me like he had my mum.

He grabbed my hair and bent me over the bed. “Offer yourself to me.” He demanded.

My body acted by itself. I spread my ass cheecks and tried my best to look seductive. At this point, all fight had just about left me. I was too horny, too curious, too broken to fight back. I wanted to know how he would feel in me. I wanted to know what it would be like to be abused by my beast of a step dad. I My thoughts briefly went to my mum. What would she say if she knew I was asking her husband to pound my girlie ass? For some reason, that turned me on. Maybe next time it’d be my moans keeping HER awake at night.

Jerome had grabbed lube from his bedside table. He covered my ass and sofly rubbed my asshole. It felt good. His large fingers teased the opening and I moaned.

“You’re going to be a good sissy for daddy aren’t you?” He asked as he inserted a finger into my ass. I didn’t reply. I just let out the girliest moan I had ever made. He laughed as he started to finger my ass. “Mmmmm, your ass is so tight. You’re going to have to brace yourself for my cock.”

I jumped slightly as the tip of his cock touched my lubed, slightly loose asshole. The warmth of his dick spread through my body almost immediately and I shivered in ecstasy. He pushed slightly. Nothing happened for a while. Then he pushed harder. With a pop, my ass opened up to his dick. It stung a little and I had to grip the sheets tightly as I yelped in shock and pain. As quickly as it arrived, the pain left and was replaced by a feeling of fullness. My ass was stretched wide, the head of my step dad’s dick firmly planted inside it. Slowly, he pushed even further inside me. The pain reappeared as his cock worked its way into me and I tried to stop him, but he batted my arm away and kept pushing.

“Awh, yeeeeah…fuck me…” I accidently moaned loudly as he pulled his dick out and thrust it back in. His big black cock sent wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through me. My little penis spasmed and I had to concentrate in order to not cum all over myself.

“Don’t worry bitch.” Jerome replied, grabbing a handful of my hair. “I will.”

I didn’t know what I was saying as he picked up speed and properly started pounding my ass. The pleasure of his dick was too much for me and I ended up saying things I never thought I’d say. The pain was all gone now. My ass had loosened for him and the tension had left my body. The feeling of his black dick and him forcing me back onto it using my hair was just too good. My moans were getting louder. My ass was twitching around his cock and my little white clitty was dripping precum. If he kept pounding my ass this good, I was going to cum.

He didn’t though. He stopped and flipped me over.

It only took a second for him to bury himself back inside me. His large black dick filled me up once again and I moaned loudly. I could feel pressure building. He was so deep, he felt so good. I was going to cum.

“Stop,” I panted desperately, trying to push him away, but he was far too strong for me. “Stop, I’m gonna…” Jerome laughed loudly at me, but didn’t stop fucking me.

“Your little clitty going to dribble?” He asked patronisingly. “Well, usually I wouldn’t let a little sissy like you cum. But I suppose you have been good…”

It seems impossible, the thought of cumming from being fucked in the ass. But as I squirmed, moaned and gripped the sheets, it was definitely a reality. Jerome’s moans were getting louder too. He grunted as he pounded me with all his strength. It was all too much. Suddenly, my little willy spasmed hard one final time and I squirted cum over my chest.

“Dirty…little…slut…” Jerome panted as post orgasm tension gripped my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the pleasure continued despite my body now being unbelievably sensitive. In one motion, Jerome pulled out of me and moved to my face.

Like a good girl, I opened my mouth wide for him as he jerked himself. His grunts got louder and lourder.

“Do it.” I said, tongue hanging out to him. “Give me that black cum. Mark me as yours.”

My little penis was already softening as his cum drenched my face, going in my hair, covering my tongue. I moaned loudly in satisfaction as he gave me his tasty seed. I hungrily swallowed what landed on my tongue and licked what I could reach off my lips.

“Oh god…” I murmured quietly.

“From now on,” he panted, “that’s exactly what I am to you. You answer to me. You worship me. You do everything I say whenever I say it. From now on your just my sissy slut. Say it.”

“I’m your sissy slut.” I said as I leant in to kiss the tip of his cock and I was shocked when I realised I actually meant it. “I’m all yours.”

“Damn right you are.” He said, throwing my mum’s panties at me. “Use these to clean yourself up. Your mum will be home soon.”

The End

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It started off innocent enough for Catherine.

Having been only able to fend off her friends constant nagging for her to get onto social media for so long, she had finally capitulated to save on the aggravation, despite her disdain for the whole thing.

An intensely private person, she had never understood why people were so eager to put their business all over the internet for the amusement of strangers. To her way of thinking, what was going on with your life should be kept to your nearest and dearest social circle, and shouldn’t be open for anyone to observe and criticise.

It had been with that in mind that she had taken her first social media picture, posting it on her account in the morning with some glib comment she had heard was the thing to do, before going off about her business and forgetting about it.

After a few hours, she checked back on her account, and was stunned to see the amount of likes and comments that picture had amassed, clearly in part thanks to her friends following her and sharing it with others. Feeling a strange type of thrill she had never experienced before, Catherine started scrolling through the comments, not believing the response; it wasn’t as though she’d made an effort, after all, and she’d just thrown that hoody on to go out in.

Curiously, she wondered what would happen if she actually tried?

“So anyway guys, as you can see the blonde won the poll and I hope you love the results as much as I do. Thanks @sportylove for the outfit I’m wearing, I hope it looks as good on me as you imagined. Stay tuned for the next update and don’t forget to like me!”

Catherine couldn’t believe it when she discovered people were interested enough about her to bother about what she looked like, or were actually willing to send her without her even asking them to.

After her first foray into this curious world, she had found herself taking more and more pictures of herself on a daily basis, checking back at regular intervals to see which content was doing well, and how many more followers she had gained in the last half hour.

Pouring over the comments, she would obsess with what people thought had worked and what didn’t, unconsciously beginning to choose her outfits and looks not on what activity she was engaging in, but what would get her the most likes…until the worry about her not getting it right began to make her ill.

Then she hit on the idea of the polls.

What simpler way to ensure her pictures got the love she longed for than to poll her followers on what they would like to see her in? After all, the higher the winning margin, the more likes the look would get.

Her numbers boosted overnight.

And when that first package arrived unexpectedly at her door and she put it on and posted the picture without thinking, so overwhelmed she was at the gift, the presents started rolling in on a regular basis.

Catherine was in heaven.

“I don’t understand it what am I doing wrong?”

Catherine glared into the mirror, trying her hardest to make herself look presentable for her latest picture despite her frustration. Over the past week her numbers had plateaued and she found herself facing the possibility that her popularity had peaked.

The person she had been even a few months ago would have shrugged that off and put it down to experience, but the woman she had become couldn’t take the prospect of not getting more followers or ever-increasing amounts of likes for her content.

Despite her initial misgivings, she had started upping the ante with her pictures, flashing more flesh and taking ever more risqué, but that had only led to a temporary improvement before the interest began to wane once more. Having the validation become a regular fixture in her life, Catherine saw her fifteen minutes of fame fading, and it was all she could bare.

In desperation, she took up her phone and recorded a video post there and then, asking one simple question from the watching world.

“What is it you want me to do, for gods sake?”

“So, there you go guys, that was the official ‘unwrapping’ of my new puppies. Thanks to all who contributed to them and to @horndog42 for the necklace. I’m sure you’ll all agree it suits me, giggles. Kisses for now, don’t forget to like me!”

Signing off on her latest video update, Catherine propped her phone up on the stand to watch the likes and comments start to roll in as she admired herself in the mirror. Feeling the familiar heat in her loins, it wasn’t long before she was spreading her legs and teasing herself to get some relief.

She’d asked her public what they wanted, and boy had they answered her in spades! The lists of requests and demands had come rolling in almost immediately, each more extreme than the next and though they had initially horrified her, the thought of carrying them out and receiving praise for them had almost caused her to orgasm on the spot.

The piercings had been the first to come, followed in quick succession by the tattoos. By the time her first lip job had come around, most of her old friends didn’t want to know her anymore, but she didn’t care—she had all her followers to keep her company, after all.

It was the prospect of having her boobs done that eventually put paid to her job. Already having been called to see her boss numerous times to listen to the concerns he had about bringing the firm into disrepute by her online antics, the fact she had put a poll onto her account asking “how big should I go” had been the final straw, and she’d been given her cards.

Thankfully, her following was such by then that she was close to being self-sufficient thanks to her ‘extra content’ and it was only a matter of time before her adoring fans paid enough into her just giving account to give her the assets they had so wanted her to get.

It was a group effort, and who was she to argue with it?

“Okay so, like, guys, here I am, like at the club, all wired up and ready to go! There’s, like, four of my bestest buddies in the whole wild world out there, like, recording what’s going on in the live stream, so like, let’s go! Don’t forget to like, like me!”

Whoever invented remotely controlled sex toys, Candy would have kissed them if she could. With such a competitive market out there these days, you had to keep ahead of the curve if you wanted to stay relevant, and Candy was determined to BE the curve.

Having already graduated to numerous amateur cam show pages on top of her regular pay wall content, she had thrown caution to the wind in the pursuit of her chosen career goals.

Committed to being the one girl on the internet that would do whatever her followers want, she had gone through a few significant changes recently.

The name was the first thing to go, naturally. You could hardly be called ‘Catherine’ in this business, and Candy was far more appropriate to the kind of energy she was giving off these days—besides it had won the poll.

Changing the way she spoke had come as more of a shock to her, but after considering the argument that ‘like’ had become almost a catchphrase for her over the last year, it made a kind of sense. Naturally, the whole high-pitched bimbo-talk came right on the back of it and launched her to a brand-new audience, who wanted more of the same—and she was happy to give it.

The idea of these live shows, where she would go off to a random place and let a number of her lucky patrons play with her vibe via their phones whilst her friends streamed her, had launched her to another level, to the point she was up for an award in the ‘Best Amateur Porn Star’ category, and she was determined what happened tonight would win her that award.

Whatever it took.

“Giggles. Guys! Oh my gawd, like thank you soooo much for the gifts and the love as I, like, recovered from my latest op. It totally means the world to me! Soooooo, like, what you think? Is this not like the hottest bod you’ve ever laid eyes on? Giggles. I know, right! Now, don’t ferget to, like, catch me on my latest flick, Candy Canes, and tell me how much you like it!”

Switching the phone off at the third attempt, Candy primped herself in the mirror and admired her man-made body proudly. That awards win had really lifted things to a whole new level, and she’d had numerous adult production companies eating out of her hand.

Naturally, not having made a decision on her own for nearly two years, she had created a poll with all the offers for her followers to vote on, and the company with the most extreme reputation had won the day.

She should have expected that really but, whatever.

Candy had done four films so far, and her popularity had never been higher, but the fear of plateauing still made her push harder, go further, in an attempt to never lose the level of adulation and popularity she had come to crave and expect.

Already she was booked in for more lip fillers, and she was curious about how the latest poll on possible labia piercings was going.

Hearing the phone beep, she came out of her reverie, not realising she had been masturbating for the last hour and checked her messages. Apparently, her director wanted to try her out on some anal this next film around; was she interested?

Hmmm, better put it to a poll.

Candy sprawled out on the bar, twirling her hair, trying her hardest to remember the line she was supposed to say. Thinking was, like, sooooooooooooo hard these days, and she was so totally thankful for her owner who took care of her blogs and her business decisions and, well, like anything really.

It had been such a relief when they had come along and offered to lend a helping hand, and look after her as well as they did. After four years of letting others make decisions for her, Candy had found it impossible to make one, and the manner of speech and actions had slowly drained her natural intelligence out of her ears until she really was the bimbo she had been pretending to.

Still, it wasn’t a bad life. She had someone to look after her, all the sex she wanted (and craved for at this point), and was still as popular as ever.

Or at least that was what they told her.

Whatever, she was happy and that was all that mattered. Friends and family and work stuff might have gone by the way side, but she finally had everything she had been craving.

If others couldn’t swallow it, then that was, like their problem.

“Ohhhhhhh! Swallow, I, like, just totally remembered, like, what I was supposed to be doing! Giggles!”

It started off innocent enough for Catherine.

Having been only able to fend off her friends constant nagging for her to get onto social media for so long, she had finally capitulated to save on the aggravation, despite her disdain for the whole thing.

An intensely private person, she had never understood why people were so eager to put their business all over the internet for the amusement of strangers. To her way of thinking, what was going on with your life should be kept to your nearest and dearest social circle, and shouldn’t be open for anyone to observe and criticise.

It had been with that in mind that she had taken her first social media picture, posting it on her account in the morning with some glib comment she had heard was the thing to do, before going off about her business and forgetting about it.

After a few hours, she checked back on her account, and was stunned to see the amount of likes and comments that picture had amassed, clearly in part thanks to her friends following her and sharing it with others. Feeling a strange type of thrill she had never experienced before, Catherine started scrolling through the comments, not believing the response; it wasn’t as though she’d made an effort, after all, and she’d just thrown that hoody on to go out in.

Curiously, she wondered what would happen if she actually tried?

“So anyway guys, as you can see the blonde won the poll and I hope you love the results as much as I do. Thanks @sportylove for the outfit I’m wearing, I hope it looks as good on me as you imagined. Stay tuned for the next update and don’t forget to like me!”

Catherine couldn’t believe it when she discovered people were interested enough about her to bother about what she looked like, or were actually willing to send her without her even asking them to.

After her first foray into this curious world, she had found herself taking more and more pictures of herself on a daily basis, checking back at regular intervals to see which content was doing well, and how many more followers she had gained in the last half hour.

Pouring over the comments, she would obsess with what people thought had worked and what didn’t, unconsciously beginning to choose her outfits and looks not on what activity she was engaging in, but what would get her the most likes…until the worry about her not getting it right began to make her ill.

Then she hit on the idea of the polls.

What simpler way to ensure her pictures got the love she longed for than to poll her followers on what they would like to see her in? After all, the higher the winning margin, the more likes the look would get.

Her numbers boosted overnight.

And when that first package arrived unexpectedly at her door and she put it on and posted the picture without thinking, so overwhelmed she was at the gift, the presents started rolling in on a regular basis.

Catherine was in heaven.

“I don’t understand it what am I doing wrong?”

Catherine glared into the mirror, trying her hardest to make herself look presentable for her latest picture despite her frustration. Over the past week her numbers had plateaued and she found herself facing the possibility that her popularity had peaked.

The person she had been even a few months ago would have shrugged that off and put it down to experience, but the woman she had become couldn’t take the prospect of not getting more followers or ever-increasing amounts of likes for her content.

Despite her initial misgivings, she had started upping the ante with her pictures, flashing more flesh and taking ever more risqué, but that had only led to a temporary improvement before the interest began to wane once more. Having the validation become a regular fixture in her life, Catherine saw her fifteen minutes of fame fading, and it was all she could bare.

In desperation, she took up her phone and recorded a video post there and then, asking one simple question from the watching world.

“What is it you want me to do, for gods sake?”

“So, there you go guys, that was the official ‘unwrapping’ of my new puppies. Thanks to all who contributed to them and to @horndog42 for the necklace. I’m sure you’ll all agree it suits me, giggles. Kisses for now, don’t forget to like me!”

Signing off on her latest video update, Catherine propped her phone up on the stand to watch the likes and comments start to roll in as she admired herself in the mirror. Feeling the familiar heat in her loins, it wasn’t long before she was spreading her legs and teasing herself to get some relief.

She’d asked her public what they wanted, and boy had they answered her in spades! The lists of requests and demands had come rolling in almost immediately, each more extreme than the next and though they had initially horrified her, the thought of carrying them out and receiving praise for them had almost caused her to orgasm on the spot.

The piercings had been the first to come, followed in quick succession by the tattoos. By the time her first lip job had come around, most of her old friends didn’t want to know her anymore, but she didn’t care—she had all her followers to keep her company, after all.

It was the prospect of having her boobs done that eventually put paid to her job. Already having been called to see her boss numerous times to listen to the concerns he had about bringing the firm into disrepute by her online antics, the fact she had put a poll onto her account asking “how big should I go” had been the final straw, and she’d been given her cards.

Thankfully, her following was such by then that she was close to being self-sufficient thanks to her ‘extra content’ and it was only a matter of time before her adoring fans paid enough into her just giving account to give her the assets they had so wanted her to get.

It was a group effort, and who was she to argue with it?

“Okay so, like, guys, here I am, like at the club, all wired up and ready to go! There’s, like, four of my bestest buddies in the whole wild world out there, like, recording what’s going on in the live stream, so like, let’s go! Don’t forget to like, like me!”

Whoever invented remotely controlled sex toys, Candy would have kissed them if she could. With such a competitive market out there these days, you had to keep ahead of the curve if you wanted to stay relevant, and Candy was determined to BE the curve.

Having already graduated to numerous amateur cam show pages on top of her regular pay wall content, she had thrown caution to the wind in the pursuit of her chosen career goals.

Committed to being the one girl on the internet that would do whatever her followers want, she had gone through a few significant changes recently.

The name was the first thing to go, naturally. You could hardly be called ‘Catherine’ in this business, and Candy was far more appropriate to the kind of energy she was giving off these days—besides it had won the poll.

Changing the way she spoke had come as more of a shock to her, but after considering the argument that ‘like’ had become almost a catchphrase for her over the last year, it made a kind of sense. Naturally, the whole high-pitched bimbo-talk came right on the back of it and launched her to a brand-new audience, who wanted more of the same—and she was happy to give it.

The idea of these live shows, where she would go off to a random place and let a number of her lucky patrons play with her vibe via their phones whilst her friends streamed her, had launched her to another level, to the point she was up for an award in the ‘Best Amateur Porn Star’ category, and she was determined what happened tonight would win her that award.

Whatever it took.

“Giggles. Guys! Oh my gawd, like thank you soooo much for the gifts and the love as I, like, recovered from my latest op. It totally means the world to me! Soooooo, like, what you think? Is this not like the hottest bod you’ve ever laid eyes on? Giggles. I know, right! Now, don’t ferget to, like, catch me on my latest flick, Candy Canes, and tell me how much you like it!”

Switching the phone off at the third attempt, Candy primped herself in the mirror and admired her man-made body proudly. That awards win had really lifted things to a whole new level, and she’d had numerous adult production companies eating out of her hand.

Naturally, not having made a decision on her own for nearly two years, she had created a poll with all the offers for her followers to vote on, and the company with the most extreme reputation had won the day.

She should have expected that really but, whatever.

Candy had done four films so far, and her popularity had never been higher, but the fear of plateauing still made her push harder, go further, in an attempt to never lose the level of adulation and popularity she had come to crave and expect.

Already she was booked in for more lip fillers, and she was curious about how the latest poll on possible labia piercings was going.

Hearing the phone beep, she came out of her reverie, not realising she had been masturbating for the last hour and checked her messages. Apparently, her director wanted to try her out on some anal this next film around; was she interested?

Hmmm, better put it to a poll.

Candy sprawled out on the bar, twirling her hair, trying her hardest to remember the line she was supposed to say. Thinking was, like, sooooooooooooo hard these days, and she was so totally thankful for her owner who took care of her blogs and her business decisions and, well, like anything really.

It had been such a relief when they had come along and offered to lend a helping hand, and look after her as well as they did. After four years of letting others make decisions for her, Candy had found it impossible to make one, and the manner of speech and actions had slowly drained her natural intelligence out of her ears until she really was the bimbo she had been pretending to.

Still, it wasn’t a bad life. She had someone to look after her, all the sex she wanted (and craved for at this point), and was still as popular as ever.

Or at least that was what they told her.

Whatever, she was happy and that was all that mattered. Friends and family and work stuff might have gone by the way side, but she finally had everything she had been craving.

If others couldn’t swallow it, then that was, like their problem.

“Ohhhhhhh! Swallow, I, like, just totally remembered, like, what I was supposed to be doing! Giggles!”