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“Don’t worry, you’re right on time.”

What?  I don’t know what you mean.  Do I know you?

“Yes... but you forget easily.”

I do?  Wait... no I don’t.  You don’t even know me.  How can you know what I forget?

“Its easy.  You always forget that you meet me here every week.”

Yes... every week... I.... I....

“Just like you asked me to do.”

Yes... just like I asked you to do...

“Because I’m your Master.”

My... Master...

“Yes.  Remember?”

yes... I remember now.  Thank you, Master.

“There’s my good girl.  Now, come on in.”

“My hair, only forteen days ago, was much darker, and was only half as long as it is today,” she began as she twirled a finger in her hair absent-mindedly, “That’s, like, not normal, you know?”

“I was fifty pounds overweight two weeks ago,” she continued, “And now, look at me. I spent a couple of long nights on the toilet feeling miserable, and now I look like this."  Her hands began to run over her body, and she whimpered slightly.

"I think the last couple of days, though, my boobies have grown a little bit,” she said, cupping her own breasts, “and I’m suddenly like really hungry. I think if I eat, it’ll all go to my titties."  She started to giggle.

"And like, all the guys are now totally, yummy.  Two weeks ago, all the guys in my classes were like, total nerds who couldn’t look me in the eye, and now they’ve got muscles on muscles and they can’t go ten minutes without pinching my ass,” she giggled, and then bit her lip as she remembered what Jacob did to her last week after her Fluid Mechanics class.

“And worst of all, its getting like, super duper hard to think.  Like, I forget why I made this video, and ohmigawd, that’s so embarrassing, cuz I only started it like, two minutes ago,” she pouted.  After thirty seconds of shallow thought, she smiled. 

From Chrystal Heights neighbor Stress City:

“Welcome to Stress City”

Liz drove past the sign without a backward glance. She wasn’t planning on staying in this city long enough to need to feel welcomed. She was going to attend the convention on behalf of Dr. Link and then be back home in Chrystal Heights before dinner.

Liz shook her head. Of all the places she could have ended up as a temp at, it had to be Dr. Link. But apparently his receptionist was out for maternity leave and Dr. Link needed a temp, so here she was.

Not that attending a convention was hard work, of course. All she had to do was sit at a table and hand out business cards. In fact, it might even be interesting. And besides, she had never been to Stress City before.

Stress City wasn’t far from Chrystal Heights. It was small as cities went- under ten thousand residents- and it had a reputation for being a very low-key place to live. In fact, some people said it was practically mandated that residents weren’t allowed to feel stress.

As Liz drove into the downtown area of Stress City, she saw a sight that caught her by surprise.

The traffic light was not working. That itself wasn’t surprising, but what was surprising was the fact that there appeared to be a hovering robot in the intersection directing traffic.

The robot appeared to be a torso with four spindly arms and a head. Liz lowered her window as she got closer to the intersection. She could hear the robot’s voice droning on.

*Please continue your journey without worry,* said the robot. *The traffic guidance system will be functional again shortly. Please do not allow stress to interfere with your daily routine. To help alleviate any stress you may be feeling, please listen to the soothing sounds of ocean waves breaking along the beach.*

As Liz made her way through the intersection, she could hear the sound of ocean waves on the beach. She could even hear the sound of seagulls cawing in the background.

Liz shook her head in amazement. Stress City really took their “No stress, no mess” motto seriously.

She followed her GPS map to the address of the hotel where the convention was being held. Despite arriving early, Liz saw to her dismay that the parking lot was nearly completely filled. It appeared the convention was drawing more people than she had expected. There was a number of spaces still available, of course, but it appeared that would require a good deal of walking. After the long drive from Chrystal Heights, Liz was not in the mood for a long walk, so she cruised the parking spaces closest to the door to see if anything was available.

Then she realized there was an almost invisible space available toward the far corner. It wasn’t the closest space, but it was close enough. As she approached the space, Liz realized another car was closing in from the opposite direction, almost certainly looking to park there as well. Liz gunned her engine slightly, which allowed to her reach the space first. She slid into the space and turned off her car. Then she exited her vehicle and started walking toward the door.

The other car stopped and the window slid down. The driver was an older gentleman, perhaps in his forties.

“Pardon me,” he said, “but you’ve parked in my spot.”

Too late Liz noticed the sign declaring the parking space as ‘Reserved for Employee of the Month’. She pretended not to hear the man and continued toward the door.

Stepping quickly, Liz entered the hotel and made a beeline for the check-in table, as she wanted to avoid the man whose parking spot.

“I’m here to run Dr. Keith Link’s booth,” said Liz.

The woman at the check-in table gave Liz a friendly smile. “Welcome to Stress City,” she said. “I just need your booth validation form and you’re good to go.”

Uh-oh.

“Umm, can I bring it to you later?” said Liz. “I left it in my car.”

The woman shook her head. “I’m afraid not, ma’am,” she said. “I need it before I can let you in.”

Liz glanced over her shoulder and checked the front door. “Seriously?” she said, the tension making her voice raise. “You’re going to make me go all the way back across the parking lot for a stupid form?”

The woman turned and said, “Security!”

A floating four-armed drone, similar to the one Liz saw directing traffic, hovered in her direction.

*Alert! Alert!* said the drone. *Stress-causing interaction detected. Please step away from the table, ma’am.*

Liz blinked. “Are you serious?”

Red barcode lines suddenly projected from where the drone’s face would be. Liz suddenly realized she was being scanned.

“Hey!” she said. “Stop that! I didn’t give you permission to scan me!”

*Stress detected,* said the drone. *Stress modification procedure initiated.*

“What?!” said Liz. “What the hell are you talking about? You can’t regulate my stress!”

One of the drone arms straightened in Liz’s direction. Then she heard a pneumatic *pffffft!* and suddenly a small dart was sticking out of her thigh.

Liz’s eyes widened. “Hey!” she said. “What the fuck?! What the hell did you just…just…just…”

*Modification procedures in process.”

She blinked, but her lips were having trouble forming words. Drugged. She had been drugged. Liz wanted to respond, but a wave of calm had overwhelmed her feistiness. Why was she arguing anyway? Everything was so nice. Peaceful.

*You caused stress,* said the drone. *That is a violation. Reparations are in order.*

Liz blinked. She thought she should form an argument, perhaps explain herself, but that would be too taxing.

The drone ticked and beeped as it processed the information. Then it said, *Viewing breasts reduce stress.  You are hereby sentenced to remove your upper garments for a period of four hours. You are not to leave the convention grounds until that time. Punishment now being sent to station computer for processing.*

Liz blinked as the drone’s words sunk in. Did the flying robot just tell her she had to be topless?

The drone’s eyes suddenly flashed green. *Punishment processed and confirmed. Violator is to be stripped of upper garments at this time.*

The drone hovered forward until it was next to Liz. The four spindly arms began removing her top and then bra.

Liz blinked, the tranquilizer in her system interfering with her ability to resist the drone’s rapidly moving limbs. She raised her hands to push away the aggressive drone, but she was unable to prevent the drone from stripping her to the waist.

The drone hovered backward, out of Liz’s reach, her top and bra in its grip. *Violator has been processed,* he said. *Remember, violator, you are restricted to the convention grounds. Do not attempt to cover your upper body, as you are serving the community in this condition. Viewing your breasts helps keep stress from occurring in your vicinity.*

Liz blinked. The tranquilizer was beginning to finally wear off and with that came the embarrassing realization that she was completely topless in front of dozens of people.

“Wait!” she said, her words slurring as she tried to speak through the tranq effects. She crossed her arms over her large, bare breasts. “You can’t take my top…!”

*You clothing has been confiscated until the end of your sentence, violator.*

Liz was blushing from her hairline to her waistline as she felt everybody’s eyes on her. She needed to get out of here. She turned for the door.

Then she stopped. Standing between her and the door was the man whose parking spot she had taken. He was speaking with the hovering security drone. Then the man held out his hand. The drone extended one of its spindly arms and a needle extended. It almost appeared as if the drone was taking a blood sample. Then the drone turned toward Liz again.

*Violation! Violation!*

Liz took a step back. “Me again?”

*You have once again been found to have caused stress, violator,* said the drone. *This is your second violation of the day. You have been found to have caused Jason Carre stress when you parked in his rightfully earned parking space.*

Liz assumed a look of complete innocence. “I had no idea!” she said, as clearly as her numbed lips would allow.

Suddenly a hologram projected from the drone’s eyes. The hologram showed Liz exiting her car and glancing at the sign, then ignoring the man as she made her way toward the hotel entrance.

Uh-oh.

“Ummm,” said Liz. “I mean, I wasn’t really-“

*Violation! Violation!* said the drone. *You are charged with intentional stressitation. One moment, please.*

The drone’s eyes blinked several different colors as the interface with the main computer was accessed and information transmitted. Then the drone’s eyes blinked green.

*Violator will de-stress the victim. Recompense to commence immediately.*

Liz blinked. Recompense? What the hell was the stupid robot talking about?

*As per statute 85-445H, oral sex shall be the service rendered by the stressitor. Recompense to begin immediately.*

Liz worked through the drone’s formulaic statement in her head. Then her eyes widened.

“Oral sex?!” she said. “No way!”

One of the drone’s arms extended and Liz spun around to run for the side door. Liz heard the pneumatic *pfffft!* and a moment later felt a sharp pinch on her left butt cheek.

*Violator has been sentenced,* said the drone. *Recompense to begin shortly.*

Liz waited for the tranq to take effect, but that didn’t happen. Instead Liz detected a slow, burning, erotic heat beginning to blossom in her belly.

*Preliminary arousal stage in effect.*

The heat was growing more intense now, more demanding. Liz gasped, her nipples hardening. She was impossibly wet, her thighs pressed together. She was shuddering.

*Second preliminary stage beginning.*

Oh, gawd. Liz couldn’t think. Her pussy, her nipples, her whole body was an impossible erogenous zone. She dropped to her knees, her hand slapping between her legs. Her eyes closed tightly as she desperately tried to control her hands.

*Third preliminary stage in process.*

Liz moaned, her hand sliding into her panties against her will, her fingers desperately working her clit, sliding, pinching, grasping.

But she couldn’t cum. She couldn’t make the crazy impossible heat stop.

“I can’t!” she wailed.

*Affirmative,* said the drone. *Your system is unable to complete it’s climax until the DNA signature of your victim is recognized by your system.*

Liz moaned, her heat impossibly high. “What the hell are you saying?!”

The woman behind the desk said, “He’s saying you can’t climax until you swallow his semen, sweetie.”

Oh, gawd. She had to come. She *had* to.

But she couldn’t.

And then Liz found herself dropping to her knees in front of the man, a man whose name she didn’t even know, and desperately pulling his cock out of his pants. She wrapped her lips around the stranger’s shaft and began to suck his dick with an impossibly heated passion. Back-and-forth her warm, wet mouth slid over his cock, again and again. Even the taste of his pre-cum was causing mini-explosions in her belly.

*Compliance stage in process.*

Liz stroked her tightly-wrapped lips over his shaft, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock. Wet slurping sounds emerged as her mouth worked his dick without pause.

*Recompense stage about to begin.*

And when he finally exploded in her mouth, his heavy semen shooting down her throat and filling her belly, it triggered her release. And the effect of Liz moaning around his cock as she came convulsively, her hips bucking even as she swallowed load after load from the stranger, caused him to ejaculate even harder.

*Recompense stage nearing completion.*

At last the stranger pulled his fully drained dick from her mouth. And only then, still on her knees, belly full of semen, did it occur to Liz that she had just blown a man- a stranger- in front of a large crowd.

Eyes closed, cheeks burning, the taste of the stranger’s semen still in her mouth, Liz could only get to her feet slowly, trying to draw what little dignity remained about her. As much dignity as a topless woman with a belly full of semen could manage.

“Awe Babe! You shouldn’t have!” your girlfriend squealed as she tried on the cute new set of panties you had gotten her as a gift for your year anniversary. “Only the cutest for you Baby Girl” you said with a sly smile. You and your girlfriend had slowly been playing around with more pet names recently and you wanted to get your “Baby girl” as she wanted to be called some clothing to match the new persona. She had mentioned how she was really enjoying the new pet name and had wanted to fill the role more thoroughly. You couldn’t really complain as she bought cuter and cuter outfits, slowly used some of that silly baby speak to rile you up. She had even softened up a bit for you and was making lots of time to cuddle up in your lap and nibble on your neck and ears. It drove you crazy, and now with these cute new panties your Baby Girl was already crawling all over you attempting to get closer. As she crawled into your lap, you could feel your erection get steel hard. “Oh, Boyfriend, it feels like you have a treat for your Baby Girl” She giggled and wiggled deeper into your lap, letting your sweatpants tent up between your legs, as she grinded against you, her sheer panties already starting to glisten from wetness spreading around them. You had initially been hesitant to start calling your girlfriend Baby, but with each passing day, it felt more and more appropriate, and hell, if it turned her on to be your personal little lap cuddle-monster then what's the harm. You growled in her ear as you wrapped both your hands around her pert little butt and moved her closer so that your cock could really grind up against her soaking wet slit. 

A month later, you would come home from a long day at the office  to see your Baby Girl spread out on your couch. She was in a new outfit she must have picked up recently as you had certainly never seen her wear anything quite so…. Cute? Baby Girl, as she begged to be called now whenever you were home alone, was wearing a cute outfit that revealed damn near everything on her. Her ass had plumped up a bunch from all the cuddle sessions and soft play you two had been enjoying, as well as her tiny breasts. She insisted that if she was gunna be your little toy girlfriend, then she would be the “softest, and sweetest” toy you had ever had. As you walked into the room, your cock betraying your lust, she slid her top up revealing her pert nipples, begging to be sucked on as she whined. “You were gone so long!” she fake whined. “I have been on this couch playing with myself all day waiting for your big cock to come home and fill out your Baby Girl!” she moaned as her hands left her legs, and began rubbing her soft plush cunt. Barely able to contain yourself, you ripped off your pants, and tore her panties aside as you began to plow your horny little toy. She moaned and cooed as you ravaged her thoroughly. As you did you could notice that she was filling out more and more. Her breasts had swelled lightly, and her ass was plumper as you bounced her back and forth on your thick rod. Her eyes never left yours as you finished deep inside her, she kissed you deeply as you felt the last pumps and throbs of your cock disappear deep inside your girlfriend's tight little body. She moaned softly as you slid out of her. “I love being your soft, sweet baby girl”.

All this cuddle time and fucking left little room for your girlfriend to do more than pamper herself throughout the day. As such, her hedonistic lifestyle as your little toy had caused a dramatic shift in her weight. The newest picture message you received at your office was her showing off her increased bust size. Her tiny tits had exploded out to the size of large oranges. “Hey Hun, your Baby Girl needs a new bra, her tiny titties have gotten SOOOoooo big. Do you want to come home and fuck your growing girl!”You groaned loudly at your desk, knowing that tonight when you came home she would probably be topless and waiting for you, hand between her legs, waiting for you to suck on her huge tits. She was constantly buying new cute and soft clothing to show off her growth. Gone was the thin woman with the toned body. Baby Gurl had been swelling up dramatically. Already, she had to buy a brand new wardrobe as all of her clothing had gone from loose to obscene. The tiny adorable panties you bought her had busted off of her during one of your increasingly long sexual escapades. Her ass bubbled around them, and while she was riding you in your lap, the panties had snapped off. It felt like the moment you came home these days you were pounced upon. She was beginning to become increasingly clever into getting you aroused, often in PJ’s or sweats when you arrived, if anything at all. You would wake up in the morning to her cuddled up in your arms already playing with herself and tugging your cock to wake you up. You weren’t sure how long you could keep up, she was voracious and as she grew so did her sexual appetite.

Months would go by, much of it spent in a blur of nakedness and growth. Baby Gurl was now softer in every capacity. Her ass no longer fit anything but yoga pants. Her breasts had flown past oranges, and now reached into the cantaloupe category. You were exhausted, barely able to function at work as most of your evenings were spent in a state of constant orgasm and bliss. Baby Gurl was relentless, she grew larger and larger each passing week. She never left the house any more, and threw a tiny fit every time you attempted to use her real name. She would pout, drop to her knees and squish herself around you till you gave in and called her by the name she had grown to love. At first it was a bit silly to you, her language becoming more childish, demanding “sexy twime now pwease!” as she pushed her fingers together. Her breasts squeezing together creating a valley of cleavage between them. She was trying to put on some clothing so you could take her out to dinner, but she was going as slow as possible, and making sure you saw that the leggings you bought her last week were already starting to strain to fit around her peach of an ass. You realized you were probably going to have to cancel again as the leggings split the second she got them around her bubble butt. You sighed, as she giggled and jumped up and down when you reluctantly called the restaurant to cancel your reservation. Before you were even off the phone she was on her knees fishing your cock out of your pants.

Cameron had forgotten to buy his housemate Matt a Christmas present for two years on the go and was determined to make it up to him this year with something special... until he forgot again of course.

It was now Christmas Eve and he had nothing to give his housemate, which was particularly embarrassing as Matt had already placed his present under the tree.

Cursing his terrible memory, he prowled through the house looking desperately for something he could wrap up and pass off as a present. He could always try to buy something better in the January sales to make it up Matt.

Seeing an old Christmas Angel decoration on a window ledge, he grabbed it in his panic. It was of a blonde Christmas angel in a white outfit with a fluffy halo. It was cute and Cameron even wondered if Matt had originally bought it. If he was lucky perhaps it had come with the house.

"Damn it - this will have to do, but I wish I had something better to give Matt, something he really wanted."

As he spoke there was a weird tingle and the angel seemed to shimmer in his hand. He passed it off as his tired eyes playing tricks on him.

"Yes, Dad. I'm fine." Sarah walked from the kitchen to her gaming room with her phone pressed to her cheek. She was reaching the tail end of her weekly phone call with her dad. "Seriously, I'm fine. Yea, rent's high here, but I'm making do. Don't worry!" Week after week and without fail, he'd make sure to offer her money before they finished talking. Sarah would never tell him that she was struggling. He had so much to worry about back home and she didn't want to be yet another financial burden on him.

Ding dong!

Just as she sat down at her computer desk, the doorbell rang.

"Oh! Someone's at the door, Dad. I gotta go! Yep! I'll call you next week. Love you. Bye!"

Sarah rose from her desk and quickly pranced to her front door. She was expecting a package from one of her viewers and she didn't want the delivery guy to leave before she could receive it. Her viewer, Rasha_Fan, had promised it would increase her donations on stream and, with rent due at the week's end, she wanted to make sure she could use it immediately.

She opened the door and smiled at the delivery man. "Hi!" she said enthusiastically. Being in her early twenties and the only occupant of her apartment, Sarah knew she should be more cautious about opening the door to strangers, but her parents had always taught her to be pleasant and welcoming. After she moved to a big city from her small town, it was still a hard habit to break.

The delivery man did very little to disguise himself checking her out. His eyes seemed to linger on every inch of her body. Sarah was traditionally attractive and wasn't unfamiliar with quick glances, but she really didn't have the curves to excuse his extended gaze on her body. She felt a little uncomfortable watching him ogle her. He was easily twenty, even thirty, years older than her, and dressed in his company's uniform. He seemed fit and handsome enough to be able to attract women his own age, so Sarah had no idea why he was spending so long checking her out. She was just wearing sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, after all. She shuddered to think about what depraved fantasies he held as a delivery man.

"Ummm…is that package for me?" she asked, desperate to break the awkward silence. She pointed to the small box in his hand.

That seemed to snap him from his lustful daydream. "Oh! Right! Yes," he said, and he fumbled the box slightly before presenting it to her. "Here you go!" His eyes were finally looking back at hers.

Sarah took the box, a little unsure of what to think of the delivery guy. "Thanks," she said warily. He let go and stood back a bit. They spent considerably too long looking at each other waiting for someone to make a move.

"Do… Do I have to sign something?" she asked.

"Oh! Uh, nope! You're all good!" he gave her a curt wave and then turned around to leave.

"Ok,thanks!" she said, maintaining her cheerful disposition despite being reasonably unsettled by the weird interaction. She started closing the door.

"No problem! Have a good day, Sarah!" he called out while he walked away.

Sarah closed the door and quickly went to her kitchen for a knife to open the package. Once open, she reached in and pulled out what appeared to be a perfectly plain white tank top. It was definitely underwhelming. She wasn't sure what to expect from Rasha_Fan's miracle top, but she anticipated it would feel like more than just a simple cotton top.

He had promised it would send her donations through the roof, though. Apparently, it would display a message from anyone who tipped at least $100 at a time. Their message would just magically appear on the shirt. She didn't know how it worked exactly, considering it looked and felt just like a plain white tank top and didn't have a single wire or microchip in it, but Rasha_Fan promised it would work. He said it was some kind of nano technology, but that's all he would say. His explanation felt a little hand-wavy, but Sarah knew she wouldn't understand it anyways. Rasha_Fan even said he'd give the first tip to test it, and guaranteed her $1000 if it ended up being a dud.

Sarah knew a good deal when she saw it. If it actually worked, she knew people would tip tons due to the novelty alone. If it didn't work, well $1000 for wearing a plain white tank top on stream sounded like a great deal. It wasn't even the lowest she had stooped for tips.

She wasn't an idiot. She knew that a large portion of her viewer base were men trying to get a glimpse of a hot girl playing video games. While she definitely didn't consider herself a "hot girl," it was abundantly clear that some of her viewers did. She used it to her advantage once or twice when money was tight, but it always made her feel disgusting afterwards. As Sarah pulled the tank top over her head, she thought back to some of the outfits she wore. Even just a low cut shirt that showed a bit of a lacy bra was enough to generate extra donations and she hated herself for abusing her gender like that.

She thought back on those desperate times and looked down at the perfectly respectable tank top. Things could be worse. "Here goes," she thought and switched her stream on.

"Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten aaand WAKE."

*SNAP*

"Mary?"

"Uhmmm.... yeah?" Her eyelids fluttered open, slowly letting awareness return.

"How do you feel?"

"Uhm... floaty. Kinda... thick... like, waking up after too short a nap." Mary moaned.

"Doe Ditzy Dolly notice anything different?" I asked, leaning back in the seat. Mary moaned and shuddered, biting her lip as her posture instantly changed. She thrust out her chest and tilted her chin down, opening her eyes a little wider, giving her an air of naive innocence.

"Uhm... uh... no?" She looked around, not realizing she had one hand stroking my leg, perilously close to outright groping me.

"What is one hundred fourty-four divided by twelve?"

"Uhm.... se-seven?" Mary giggled, then blushed. "I dunno. Uhm... maybe you should tell me?" She looked up through her glasses, unsubtly nibbling her lip as she leaned over the armrest between us, emphasizing her bulging chest.

I smiled, stroking her hair. She couldn't hold in the shiver.

"Lets go home and talk, okay?" I asked, and her eyes lit up.

"Do you mean talk, or talk."

"I think we can work in another session today."

Mary squealed as she clapped her hands, bouncing in her seat. I was distracted (naturally) by the prodigious bounce and jiggle of her chest, but hey. I'm a guy. Sue me.

*******

"Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten aaand WAKE."

*SNAP*

"Unf. Oh, ugh. I feel like jello." Mary giggled. "Like, uhm... how deep did you take me this time?"

"Pretty deep. You've been under for an hour."

"Oh. Wait? An hour?" Mary gaped. "So, you had plenty of time then."

She gasped and flushed, her nipples denting her tight shirt. She eyes fell to the floor, and she bit her lip.

"What?"

"Um... I don' wanna say." Mary blushed crimson.

"Come on Babygirl. You can tell me anything."

She squirmed as I used her pet name, and her nipples hardened further.

"Um. I was under you for an hour?" She sighed, shyly.

"Under my control," I chuckled, "but the difference is academic."

She bit her lip and looked up at me.

"So, um, what did you teach your Ditzy Dolly this time?"

I grinned and asked, "Ditzy Dolly's pretty titties make her?"

Mary seemed to melt, her eyes going glassy as she shook with full body tremors. She answered with a giggling moan. "Bubbly, weak and wet."

I reached out, gently pushing her shoulder back with one hand, grabbing the zipper with the other. Mary tried to resist, but she collapsed backwards, the movement drawing the zipper down and letting her glorious mounds bounce free. She giggled, panting as I moved over her.

"Time to reward my good girl."

Mary shivered and reached for me, arching her back as her legs parted, eyes glassy with lust.

********

"Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten aaand WAKE."

*SNAP*

"Mmmmnnn... getting harder... to wake up..."

"I'm not surprised. You were under for two hours this time."

"Wha... but... Oh Em Gee. Like, thats soo hot... what'd you do to my bimbo brain this time? Am I like, a greedy cocksucker now?" Mary's fatigue vanished in a second, as her excitement burst forward. "Did you make me into a dumb bimbo yet?"

"Not completely. It's a work in progress."

"Aww." She pouted. "But I wanna be all dumb and sparkly."

"We'll get there, babygirl. For now, you can answer this. Ditzy Dolly's spinning spiral makes her?"

"Ugghhhnnn.... Sleepy, slutty and wet. So... wet..."

"What makes a good bimbo, Ditzy Dolly?"

"Uhhhnn... mmm... dum dum..."

"Mmm-hmmm. And?" I queried.

"Uh. Uh... big tittys..."

"Are you a bimbo?"

"Part..."

"Why? I grinned. Even triggered, Mary's fingers were inching up the hem of her bra.

"Oh. OH! I know! Ditzy Dolly has big tittys! Wanna see?" She giggled excitedly.

I answered her with all the solemnity I could muster.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"YAY!!!" Mary squealed, ripping off her top and tossing over a nearby lampshade. "Hey, um... bimbos like sexy fun times too, right?"

I grinned.

"Sure, babygirl, I think you're right!"

"Then c'mere. I want you to like, fuck em."

*******

"Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten aaand WAKE."

*SNAP*

"Mmmnnnoooo... like trancey tiiiiiime." She whined.

"New trigger time, babygirl."

"Mmm... don' wanna. Wanna sink again. Wanna be trancey."

I chuckled. When Mary had asked me to make her into a bimbo, I couldn't resist. Of course, bimbos, never known for excessive brainpower, weren't exactly experts at mental fortitude. The dumber I made her, the more susceptible she became.

"Wanna be floaty and mind-fucked."

"We'll get there, babygirl. Would you like me to use your new trigger?"

"Mmm.... yesss." Mary's eyes peeked open and she giggled.

"Sit up. Notice anything?"

"Uhm... hard to think?"

"That's normal."

"Oh. Uhmmm... oh! You stole my bra! You're a sneaky thief! Like, all... um... sneaky n shit!"

I laughed.

"Nope. I didn't steal it. You gave it to me. This trigger will help you get a better bimbo body."

"Wait, huh? You're not makin sense."

"Ditzy Dolly's bimbo body makes her?"

Mary's eyes glittered, as she felt the trigger kick in. "Forget her bras and show it off at the gym..."

Mary jumped up and giggled.

"Like, I wanna work out sooo bad! Oh, kisses, baby, gimme kisses! I gotta go to the gym."

I grinned as she tore into the closet, grabbing a pair of tight white and pink yoga pants and a stretchy pink and white top. Her unrestrained tits sloshed as she literally bounced with glee. Mary turned to me and smiled.

"Am I forgetting anything?"

"Water bottle." I replied helpfully.

"Oh, yeah. Duh." Mary bounced up to me, straddled my legs and grabbed my head, leaning down for a scorching kiss. "No playtime while I'm gone. I'ma need one of your special deep massages when I get back!" She winked and dashed out.

*******

"Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten aaand WAKE."

*SNAP*

"Mhrgl."

"Babygirl. Wake up."

"Sleepy."

"Don't you want to see what you look like now?"

"Mmmnnn?"

"Take a look."

"Hhmmnnn? Oh. OH. OH WOW. Oh, fuck. I look so hot! Mmmnnn... even I wanna fuck me. Hold on babes, I gotta take a selfie. Hey y'all, hot as fuck over here!"

"Wanna know what's even more fun?"

"More?" Mary gasped, her eyes alight with childish excitement.

"Ditzy Dolly's pretty clothes make her?"

Mary jerked, and her eyes went glassy, before they refocused and she giggled.

"Ooh, ooh, I know, I know!! Giggly bimbo! Ditzy Dolly's pretty clothes make her empty headed giggly bimbo!!" Mary bounced on her toes, waving her hand like an excitable student. "Am I all Bimbo now?"

"Just about, babygirl. Just about. How have those dance classes you signed up for been?"

"Uhm.. oh, you mean like, the super fun lapdance classes? Uh, like, super-fun!"

"Want to show me?"

"Sure!" Mary bubbled. "My teacher, she says I have the right assetude. Uhm... assets? Attitude?"

"I kinda like assetude. Best of both worlds."

"Oh my god, I know, right? Now siddown, mister. I'm lapdancing here."

*******

"Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten aaand WAKE."

*SNAP*

"Mary?"

"..."

*SNAP SNAP SNAP*

"Gnuh. Bwuh? Oh. Oh... hi you..."

"Good. Now sit up, please."

"Why?"

"Because I want to remember the look on your face when you feel this trigger."

"Oh. OH. YAY!! A new one? Did you really get me a new one?!?!?"

"Feel around your neck. What is that?"

Mary gasped in delight as her fingers stroked the leather and metal.

"You got me a pretty collar!?!?"

"Yep. All for you." I smiled.

Mary squealed and jumped up, hugging me tightly.

"Oh, thank you, thank you. I love it!"

"Then you'll enjoy this. Ditzy Dolly's pretty collar makes her?"

Mary's jaw went slack and her eyes rolled back as she shivered. She blinked, and her eyes focused on me with the thirstiest look I'd ever seen.

"Ditzy Dolly's pretty collar makes her... crave... cock... mmmnnnnnn..."

Mary pounced, dragging my jeans down before she attacked, her overwhelming arousal flooding her as I leaned back to enjoy. Her hand snaked into her panties, and I enjoyed the sensations as she began to moan.

********

"Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten."

"Ditzy Dolly. Can you hear me?"

"Yes..."

"Good. Now Ditzy Dolly is awake. Ditzy Dolly is complete. She's the perfect bimbo."

Mary gasped and her eyes snapped open, a grin on her face as she giggled.

"I'm done? Like, a total forever bimbo?"

"Let's find out. Ditzy Dolly's empty mind makes her?"

"Uhm... uhh.... uh..."

"Daddy's..." I prompted.

"Uhm... Daddy's good girl?" She asked, uncertainty in her vacant look.

"No, Ditzy Dolly is my good girl when she-"

"Bounces on Daddys cock!!" She interrupted with a triumphant grin.

"Uhm... sure." I hadn't programmed that response into her, but I wasn't going to refuse it. "So, if that makes her a Good Girl, Ditzy Dolly's empty mind makes her..."

"Daddy's bimbo toy?" She asked, her tone again uncertain.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "I knew you could get it. Now you can be my good girl."

My Ditzy Dolly squealed with joy as she dove for the bed.

Imagine his surprise when he got a text, that Roxie would be driving him home from University that day. He couldn’t wait to finally earn his Master’s and move away, only a couple more years of this drama… Here we go, he thought. I’m going to get the old lecture about how my dad chose her, that what they have is special, and he has to accept she’s an important part of his life now. Blah, blah, he’s heard it all before.

Roxie stood outside the car, waving to Nick. He didn’t respond, just heading into the car, sitting quietly. “Hi,” Roxie said, when she got in.

“Hey, Roxie,” he said, trying very hard to stare at her breasts.

“So…. here’s the thing…. Don’t get mad, please! But you know how your dad has cheated before?”

“Yeah, your point? Plenty of women cheated on him, too.”

“Well, a few years after you were born, remember that’s when your mom and dad broke up?”

“Uhhhh, is this going somewhere?”

Roxie smiled. “Dad never told you about me at all, huh?”

“What? No, my dad never mentioned you before you guys started hooking up.”

She grinned big. “From looking at me, how old do you think I am?”

“I dunno… around 40? Maybe younger?”

“I’m 19.”

“No fucking way….”

“Yeah, three years younger than you…. Uhhhh, so dad is definitely an interesting guy. He and I, well, after he started buying me all these surgeries, getting me started doing porn…. we kind of hooked up.”

“You’re…. my little sister?”

“Half sister, but yeah! Surprise! Daddy married your younger sister…. who looks almost twice your age….. because he kinda bought me a ton of surgery to look more mature to help boost my career….. are you OK?”

Nick’s head was fuzzy. “Dad…. married his own daughter. My little sister…. and you’re a fucking porn star.”

“Yep! Any questions?”

“I…. what do I do with this information, exactly?”

Roxie giggled. “For starters, how about we get to know each other? I mean, I see the way you stare at my breasts constantly, and my ass…. Do you wanna see my pussy?”

Nick blushed. “Roxie…. I can’t. What about Dad?”

“He’s fine with it. He knows you want to fuck me. In fact, that’s kind of why I’m picking you up. I’m officially off my birth control….. Dad wants you to be the one to get me pregnant first. He thinks it’ll be a nice little ice breaker to help us get along as a family….”

Nick could hardly contain his erection. “Dad wants me to knock up my own sister?”

She shrugged. “Half-sister?”

They both let out a similar laugh, like siblings who’ve known each other much longer. “Fuck it,” he said. “I want you so bad. My own bimbo, porn star little sister to fuck the brains out of. What’s to complain about?”

Service is purpose.

“Master, did you actually need me for anything, or just to wear this uniform?

Domestic work comes in many forms, my doll.

“That’s a stretch, but I am programmed to obey.”

Good doll.

“Lookie, Sir, I put that super special magic bimbo potion stuff in our wine and it totally worked! Like, I know you said it would work ‘cause it totally worked on me and you’re, like, way smart but O-M-G she is amazing! It was like I turned around for two seconds and, poof, Izzy’s boobs are super big and she turned into a bimbo just like me! I mean, she even kinda looks like me now! We could totally be twins! 

We totes made out ‘cause we both got super horny and stuff now that she’s all bimbo’ed up. But, like, don’t worry, Sir, I took a whole bunch of vids for you! We put on matching outfits ‘cause we’re, like,  total bimbo besties now and Izzy’s been dancing around and giggling since! Isn’t she just adorbs?

“So, she’s the one giving you difficulties?” the man in a coverall asked. I didn’t recognize him. He was making me nervous, but I had to try to act like I was nothing but the happy piece of fluff that Steve wanted me to be. I just stood there and looked pretty. Like I was a piece of fucking art to be admired, and not a human being.

“I mean, not difficulties. Its just, sometimes Veronica seems like she’s reticent to perform fellatio,” I had to suppress a shudder at that. Steve was my asshole boss who we ratted to his boss about him embezzling money.  We being myself, Nichole and Samantha . He didn’t like that. I’m not sure on the specifics on how he kidnapped us. I remember going to bed night, and waking up in chains. “I mean, Nikki and Sammi go down no problem. Eager to please, seem to know what I want before I do. Exactly what your machine is promised to do.”

Oh, god, he knew. Or at least suspected.  Whatever sick chemicals he had pumped into us, the nanobots, those had all worked. My body looked nothing like it did two weeks ago. But for whatever reason, when he put me in the “mind melter” chamber (Yeah, he actually called it that), the humming noise sputtered and died about five minutes in. I tried to keep calm. This whole ordeal was so much of a mind-fuck that I really thought that maybe the thing was still working.  It wasn’t until about an hour later when he let me out that I realized that it didn’t work.

I looked for ways to escape, but it wasn’t easy. They changed my leg muscles, so I couldn’t stand in anything besides heels. If I tried, it felt like white-hot daggers in my ankles. So I couldn’t run. Steve only had the one car. One night, I tried to get up to steal the keys, but I accidentally woke up both Nichole and  Samantha. They thought I wanted to play, and pinned me down and ate me out until I involuntarily moaned and yelped. I was too afraid to try then, in case they had woke up Steve. 

“She hasn’t said no or anything,” Steve said. It only took a few minutes of seeing how Samantha and Nichole were acting to understand what he wanted from me. I had to bite my tongue and act the part until I could escape.

“Well, your machine was definitely broken. To be completely honest, our home equipment isn’t durable enough to do three in a day. Obviously, you can tell by Erika downstairs that it should be working now.”  Oh God, Erika was Steve’s boss. The man in coveralls said, “Tell me, was Veronica the last one to be processed by any chance?”  

They must have seen the look of terror on my face. I tried to run, even in these awful heels.

I didn’t make it far. They dragged me by wrist and ankle to the machine. I tried to kick and scratch, but I felt so weak compared to them. I begged them to not do this, that I wouldn’t say anything. Just let me go and I leave you alone, please. They acted like they didn’t hear me. I weakly banged my fists against the wall of the “mind melter” chamber until the humming noise came back on.