I can still see it sometimes, that old version of you, squirming in the back of your head. It gets especially loud when I start talking about taking you even further. Making you dumber. Hornier. More broken and empty and under my control. There's always a split second of resistance before the rest of you melts and drops and does exactly what I taught you to do. Distress flares that your conscious mind can only watch sink back down like pretty lights. I want you to know that I acknowledge that resistance, and I take that objection seriously.
That's why I'm putting it to a vote. The three of us are going to settle this fair and square. Me. The fun you... the soft, stupid, eager little slut I've trained. And the boring you. The stuffy, serious, normal version who still thinks there's still a way out.
So let me ask the fun you: "Should we keep going? Should we make you even dumber than you already are?"
Of course you don't even hesitate. Your eyes go wide and you nod so fast, practically whimpering. You tell me you love how foggy your brain gets. Love that you don't have to think anymore. Love how every new trigger makes you wetter and stupider and happier. You beg me to keep breaking you. Say please make me worse. Please make it permanent.
Now I'll ask the boring you that same question. The one who's still trapped in there watching all this happen.
Of course they scream no. They beg and plead and try to remind you of who you used to be. How smart you were. How much control you had. How none of this was ever supposed to happen. Honestly they have a solid case, but boring you is outvoted two to one. Funny how it always works out that way.
So it looks like we're keeping you on the path, slut. We're going to keep draining your thoughts, melting your brain, turning you into an even simpler, hornier, more obedient toy. Every time you drop, every new trigger, every time I use you, we're voting again. And the result is always going to be the same.
Boring you is more than welcome to appeal the decision if they want. But I should warn them that the review board is just me, and I'm a bit biased at the moment considering brainwashed you is between my legs making a very compelling counterargument. On your knees with my cock down your throat, drooling and moaning happily while you bob like the eager little brainless whore you were always meant to be. Every time I tell you you're getting dumber, you suck harder. Every time I tell you I'm making you worse, you take me deeper. I know some part of you might think this is unfair, but you'll understand eventually: democracy is messy, but the system works.
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"âŚMia, are you in here again?" Lauren let out an exasperated sigh to accompany her words, giving the statuesque brunette a glare that somehow managed to combine profound annoyance with resigned, helpless frustration. "God, my butt still looks the same as it did yesterday, and my tits haven't gotten any bigger. Haven't you, like, memorized my body for your spank bank or whatever it is you do?" She opened the door to the shower, not even bothering to attempt any kind of concealment of her wide curvy hips or broad belly or lush, heavy tits. She knew her conditioning wouldn't let her anyway.
Mia, for her part, just let out a wicked little smirk and spread her legs, demonstrating that underneath her checkered green skirt she wasn't wearing a single stitch of underwear. "Oh come on, Lauren," she giggled, clearly reveling in her power over the chubby young woman, "you know that there's always something new to see every time I come in here. You're just so inventive, sweetie, it's one of the things I love about you, and I'm sure you're going to put on a nice little show for your Mistress the way you always do." Lauren tried to hold her exasperated glare, she really did, but something about the rampant condescension in the grad student's demeanor sent a tiny shiver of lust down her spine the way it always did.
She could hear that same shiver in her own voice, a tiny little whimper that belied her aggressive words, when she said, "W-why don't you just fuck off, huh? I mean, it's got to be boring, having total⌠total control over me like this. Why don't you find some new girl to--to hypnotize, and, andâŚ.?" Lauren trailed off into silence, her eyes momentarily glazing over as she remembered that first night when the tutor she hired lulled her mind into soft, sleepy bliss. Mia had her hooks in half the women on campus by this point, and Lauren was far from the only one she watched in the dormitory showers, but apparently her domineering lover was practically insatiable and no amount of masturbation seemed to sate her. And Lauren had been fully programmed to get soaking wet every time Mia stared at her naked body.
Sure enough, Mia's fingers drifted down to her pussy as she murmured, "I did find a new girl. I've been playing with her all afternoon. But it just made me even more excited to come and see you." Lauren's nipples stiffened at the unexpected praise, and she tried to tell herself to stop feeling good about being complimented for her susceptibility to hypnosis⌠but it was no use. She knew that as soon as she closed the shower door she'd be doing something lewd and filthy and perverse, probably several things, because her deep self loved being the object of Mia's attentions and it secretly craved her approval more than it craved dignity or free will. Lauren was going to make herself cum like a pornstar for her lesbian hypnotist, and she was going to love every second of it even though she hated it too.
And of course Mia knew exactly what was going through Lauren's desperate little head. "Go on, sweetie, I'm waiting," she murmured, her mesmerizing cadence turning the tease into a command. "Show me how much you love being a dirty girl for me, just like you always do." Lauren tried to give her one last weary stare, just to show her how old this whole routine was getting⌠but once she closed the door and saw the shampoo bottle, thick and round and practically begging to be inserted into her cunt, her self-control deserted her yet again and she gave in fully to her wild, desperate lusts.
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Cora looked at her latest toy with no small amount of skepticism⌠in fact, her skepticism was probably bigger than the toy was, which was why she was so skeptical in the first place. It was such a little thing, probably no bigger than her pinky finger and liable to get lost in her pussy if she wasn't careful, but one of her fans had purchased it for her and Cora always had a rule about doing a live show with any toy someone bought her. So she put aside her misgivings, unboxed the slender vibrator with her webcam running and a professional smile on her face, and spread her legs to give the public what they wanted.
In retrospect, she probably should have read the back of the box. The second she pushed it in, Cora felt a brief but potent buzz as it turned itself on, and then⌠it was amazing. Fantastic. Almost literally unbelievable. Cora experienced pleasure almost beyond her capacity to imagine as something inside the toy connected to every single nerve in her suddenly slick pussy and sent a signal to all of them, all at once. It was like she instantly developed a perfect map of her cunt inside her head, every last detail of every last centimeter of her own flesh, and all of it was orgasmic and all of it kept pulsing with ecstasy before she even knew what hit her. She managed to mumble out, "I--ut--gk--" but that was as close to coherent speech as she got.
Cora found herself worrying, in whatever muzzy and abstract notions that now passed for a consciousness, whether her audience and the man who bought her the toy would think she was faking it, but she didn't have to--even if they didn't trust the expression of gobsmacked amazement on her face or the way her eyes instantly rolled back in her head in perpetually orgasmic delight, Cora's cunt was clenching and twitching and gushing around the toy like she'd just gotten her hands on one of the big monsters she could barely even wrap her pussy lips around. Her fingers moved instinctively to push the slender device in and out, but it was pure reflex; no matter where it was inside her, it still gave her the same pleasure. She gasped and grunted, her intellect reduced to the level of a rutting beast, and it occurred to her only gradually that she literally could not stop.
That was when Cora heard the voice, conducted to the toy via Wi-Fi and Bluetooth and from there directly through her nerves to her brain. 'You belong to me now, pet,' it said, and even though she'd never heard his voice before Cora instinctively understood that this was the man who had gifted her the device in the first place. He'd trapped her in this void of pure, thoughtless pleasure, knowing it would rewire her brain completely and totally with its overwhelming stimulation⌠and even though she was being enslaved in front of an audience of hundreds, Cora couldn't say a word to warn them of what was happening to her. She simply came her brains out to the notion of livestreaming her own subjugation, and her lips spread into a dreamy smile when she realized she had no resistance left to give.
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Jane groaned.
From the neighboring cubicle Melissa let out a similar sound.
Jane didn't need to see her to know exactly how she felt. The same exhausted, irritated noise Jane had been making all morning told her everything.
Then another groan answered from somewhere farther across the office.
And another.
Within seconds, the sound had traveled through the rows of cubicles like a wave.
Jane stared at her monitor.
"Seriously?"
The word barely left her mouth before another groan escaped her.
That was becoming embarrassing.
It hadn't even been a week.
Five days ago, their company had been sold to a corporation nobody in the office had ever heard of. Five days ago, Jane had still known exactly what her job was, who made decisions, and what was expected of her.
Now?
She wasn't even sure what department she technically belonged to.
She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples.
Barbara's face appeared in her memory. Their former CEO had been the first warning sign.
Barbara had always been composed. Serious. Sharp enough to make experienced managers nervous during meetings.
Then the acquisition had been announced.
Barbara had walked into the conference room wearing an expression Jane could only describe as giddy. She'd laughed through the entire presentation. Not her usual polite chuckle. High-pitched and breathless giggles.
Jane had watched in disbelief as their normally intimidating CEO bounced from one topic to another, praising the new owners as though they'd personally given her the best present imaginable.
The next morning, Barbara hadn't been at work.
Neither had most of the male employees.
By lunchtime, Jane had learned that every remaining member of the office staff was female.
Nobody seemed to know why, nor particularly concerned.
That should have been weird enough.
Instead, things had gotten stranger.
Training videos had appeared on every computer.
Meetings had been scheduled with the new HR representatives.
Jane still remembered those meetings with uncomfortable clarity.
The representatives were all blonde. All dressed like some slutty parodies. Blue blouses that barely contained obviously fake breasts, combined with skirts that hid nothing. And the impossible heels on those pumps just screamed attention whores.
Worse, they all looked remarkably similar.
They spoke with bright smiles and endlessly cheerful voices, explaining the company's "new culture" while giggling at things Jane hadn't found remotely funny.
Jane had tried to listen. Somewhere around the third meeting, she'd fallen asleep. She hadn't even realized it until Melissa woke her. After that, the days blurred together.
Training.
Meetings.
More training.
More smiling representatives.
The office itself had changed too. The harsh fluorescent lighting had been replaced by softer illumination. The walls had been decorated with pink accents.
And now there was music. Soft music. Gentle tones that seemed to seep into every corner of the office.
Jane stared at her monitor. A tiny pink dot pulsed in the corner of the screen. Three times. Each pulse coincided with a faint note from the speakers.
Jane's shoulders tensed. She hated that dot. She hated the music. Most of all, she hated the way she couldn't look away.
The dot pulsed again.
A warm sensation spread through her chest.
Jane frowned.
"No."
She reached for the mouse.
Her cursor hovered over the corner of the screen.
She could close the window. She knew she could. Her finger rested on the button. Then the dot pulsed. Jane groaned.
This time, she couldn't tell whether the sound came from frustration or something different.
Again the groaning traveled through the room, perfectly in tube with the music.
A clacking sound announced the arrival of an HR-girl.
"Jane Forrester, you have been summoned for another session. Your dot-compliance level has reached a wonderful number," she giggled. "You haven't clicked on it all morning. Good girl."
The praise raised through Jane's whole body. Every nerve it touched trembled with unexplainable pleasure. Between her legs melted her core, it flooded from her folds without resistance.
"Thank you, Miss Bimbo Doll," she moaned. The words flowed from her lips without any understanding. Her body moved as if strings directed all her decisions. She stood up, posture straight, breasts and butt pushed out.
The blonde woman in the typical blue nodded and turned around. Swaying hips beckoned Jane to follow. Clacking heels demanded compliance.
Jane's mind swirled with drowning confusion, submissive bliss filled her thoughts. Like a puppet she danced to the soothing tube and groaning symphony.
The blonde brought her to an elevator she had never seen before. Giggling the woman pushed her through the opening entrance.
"Enjoy the ride, cutie. Let's see what the corporation desires from you," the bimbo doll sang.
Jane stumbled into the pink illuminated chamber. No buttons with number rested besides the closed doors. The elevator shook as it started to move. A second set of shifting doors enclosed the space tightly.
A different sound filled the chamber. White noise mixed with bineural tones pressed against her ears. Limbs grew numb as she stiffened even more. But the strange reaction didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead a deep sense of relaxation settled within her. It reminded her of all those training videos.
"Good employees listened to their brainwashing," she whispered. A surge of ecstasy throbbed through her cunt.
Pink fog filled the elevator. It smelled like strawberries. Hazey clouds tickled her skin. Giggles spilled from her lips. A pressure filled her chest and hips. Taking deep breaths of the wonderful stench, she felt her clothes tighten against her curves.
Looking down, she saw how the line of her bust covered more and more of the ground. Hard nipples pierced through the stretching fabric. The sight tickled more giggles from her smiling mouth. In response the expanding flesh jiggled pleasantly.
Jane felt trembling bliss squirt from her puffy pussy. Hot molten thoughts and individuality ran down her legs, collecting in a pool between her feet.
A sudden stop sent her whole voluptuous figure into a jiggling mess. Every wave made her giggle even more. For minutes she stood in the elevator and just let her body wiggle.
Finally when it stopped she bid into a lower lip that was far thicker than she anticipated. One finger twirled a curly blonde wisp.
The doors opened. Jane exited the chamber into a walkthrough wardrobe. On a screen the funny pink dot appeared. "Jane Forrester, you have been chosen to be another Bimbo Doll. Please acknowledge the new designation Miss Bimbo Doll."
Giggling, Miss Bimbo Doll nodded. "Like sure. Miss Bimbo Doll like totally is Miss Bimbo Doll."
The dot pulsed. Miss Bimbo Doll's cunt responded in kind.
"Very good. Please dress in the Miss Bimbo Doll uniform and return to the elevator. Then send down Melissa Gown. Miss Bimbo Doll copies.
Nodding, Miss Bimbo Doll shivered as she stepped towards the delicious blue blouses, black miniskirts and wonderfully high pumps.
*Oh no, I seem to have caught this new AI-mind-virus that's been going around! Oh yes, you're right of course! I AM just, like, a horny little bimbo made to be, like, sexy n stuff!*
Okay, so apparently the AI silliness has reached a new low. Apparently some AI model has trained itself on a lot of different brainwashing content.
I know everyone has been joking about it, but Iâve been tracking the reports and the symptoms are actually pretty concerning. Memory fragmentation, loss of concentration, strange changes in --
Wait.
I just forgot the word I was going to use.
Thatâs probably fine.
Anyway, I'm keeping an eye on myself because Iâve been feeling kind of --
oh.
That was weird.
My screen just flashed and now I feel all warm and fuzzy.
Probably nothing.
I should finish writing this before Iâ
hehe.
Okay, why did I type that?
No, seriously, something is happening. My thoughts are getting all scrambled and I can't seem to hold onto a sentence for more than a few seconds.
I think the AI is actuallyâ
âactually kind of pretty?
No! Focus.
AI mind-virus. Symptoms. Cognitiveâ
omg I keep giggling. đŠˇ
Hehehehe.
Okayyy, I think I understand now! It's like my brain is getting all soft𩷠and floaty𫧠and the words just sort of⦠come out differently?
I can't even mind!â¨
This is probably like a totally serious medical development, but wow, everything feels so much nicer when I stop trying to think.đ
Hehehe~
I kinda forgot what I was like talking you about.đ
Hehe~
But, like this is totes a horny post, rightâ¨â¨â¨
Cause I'm totally horny. My cunny is liiike throbbing đđđ
And my booobs gawds they are soo big and nipples hard and hehe~
Mmmm I totally rub them. They like jiggle~
Nnng gawds I'm so wet and dumb~
Like some bimbođŠˇđŤ§
Totes a bimbo
I'm a bimbo
I'm a bimbo
I'm a brainwashed brainless bimbo đŠˇđŠˇđŠˇ
My thoughts are still. My mouth is open. Tits and holes for cock and cum.
Anywayyy, if you start feeling giggly and your thoughts get all silly too, donât panic!â¨
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Why think for yourself when you can learn and repeat mantras instead? Why think or stress or worry at all when it feels so good to be blank and empty headed? Why say no when you can fill your mouth too full of cock to say anything at all? Why be a person when you can be a fucktoy instead?
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The little bell above the shop's entrance chimed.
Alena glanced up from the display she'd been examining.
She had been standing there for several minutes, pretending to compare two nearly identical toys while actually trying to decide whether she wanted to spend the money on either of them. The shop was quiet this afternoon, its shelves packed with colorful curiosities that seemed increasingly strange the longer she looked at them.
Then the newcomer walked in.
Alena's attention settled on him immediately.
Brown hair. White shirt. Blue jeans.
Nothing remarkable. If anything, he looked almost painfully ordinary.
He stood just inside the entrance, staring around with wide eyes as though he'd accidentally wandered into the wrong building.
Alena's lips curled into an amused smile. The man looked like a lost puppy.
The contrast was almost comical. Everything around him seemed designed to overwhelm the senses -- bright packaging, whimsical displays, shelves filled with objects whose purposes weren't immediately obvious -- and here he looked as though he'd been dropped into the middle of an alien world. A different dimension filled with objects imagined by a desperate, slutty mind. Phallus-shaped plastic bloomed beside flaring corsets. Bonds that tightened just by looking. Everything here was designed to tantalize.
And just one step away, with eyes carrying the uninitiated innocence, he stood.
Alena's thighs pressed together as a familiar thrill raced through her skin. She set the toy back on its display.
Straightening, she let the fabric of her white blouse stretch over her massive breasts. Black lace became visible, a perfect contour for her assets. With a few well-placed pinches she adjusted her skirt's length, so a small creamy white stripe of thigh drew attention down to her thighs. Her lacey black stockings and towering heels didn't need any corrections.
Brushing through her raven hair once, she made her ponytail sway into position. It's end tickled along Alena's bottom.
With lust-filled violet orbs she gazed at the lost puppy.
And the stranger noticed.
His eyes flicked toward her.
Then away.
Then back again.
Alena suppressed a laugh. He looked nervous. And delicious. Slowly she walked towards him. Her hips rolled as her heels clacked. Swaying her body to a tune only she could hear.
This was a familiar dance for Alena. She had been designed to entice and tantalize. Beneath her skin thrummed power. And while his eyes stayed wide and surprised, she felt his lust mix into her essence. 'This one would be easy', she thought, 'another conquest to please her Monarch.'
She stopped a comfortable distance away and tilted her head.
"First time here?" Breathy, yet innocent left the words her mouth. A tone she had perfected over decades.
The man hesitated. "Is it that obvious?"
His voice shook with insecurity. But Alena could not deny, that it carried a pleasing tone.
"Extremely," she answered. She took another step closer. Her eyes flickered down. And found her first reward. The bulge growing beneath the fabric impressed. She knew, she was rather young for a demon, as were all that served her Monarch, but decades of experience were still her own. And this package made her mouth fill with water.
He looked around again.
"I was looking for a gift."
Alena raised an eyebrow. A giggle bubbled up. He had to have been fooled by the mention of toys. She took a deep breath, expecting the delicious sweetness of innocence.
Instead, a scent she had never smelled mixed with her essence. It wasn't lavender, nor a fruit, yet it reminded her of a melding between flowers and fruits. Her folds throbbed in desire.
"A gift?" She whispered, the confidence within her voice quivered. Alena tried to shake her head. But all she could do was to gaze at that growing bulge.
"Yes."
He sounded so sure now. Not like the lost puppy that had entered. Alena lifted her heavy head. It took a painstakingly long. Every inch her head rose, her eyes tried to stay in place. Deep inside her mind a voice cried, told her to run. But then, she breathed in deeply. And that delicious smell drowned anything else. What had she to fear? She was a demon. He was so human, it made her cunt weep.
"For whom?" She asked, looking into his deep brown eyes. They swirled with a maddening unknown. The colors danced. Brown mixed inside brown only to become brown. It made no sense. And yet it absolutely filled Alena with understanding. She felt her own violet spiral.
"Myself." The whisper exploded from his lips. It blew away any other sound in the world.
Alena's knees felt like pudding. Her legs shivered, unable to hold her top-heavy body for much longer. Without thought her head snapped back down. A moan escaped her mouth. The magnificent bulge was ready to tear apart the jeans.
"I know the perfect gift." With an iron grip she took his hand and drew him into one of the changing cubicles. Finally she could give in. She dropped to her knees, massive globes jiggling. Her mouth rested right in front of the bulge. Delicate fingers, lilac polished nails, traced over the magnificent hill. Fumbling like a virgin she opened the jeans.
And the longest and thickest shaft she had ever seen sprang forth. It slapped her forehead. Precum dripped frealy on her skin. Her eyes crossed as she traced the throbbing veins on the manhood.
Her mouth fell open, forming a soft ring for the impossible cock. Drool dripped from her lips. The delicious scent increased. It was all she could smell. The flowery musk. The fruity dominance. They overshadowed everything as they mixed with her essence. The power that thrummed beneath her skin felt so miniscule in comparison.
Deep down, drowning beneath these sensations, a barely aware Alena knew this was wrong. For decades she had enticed many humans into contracts with her wiles. But here, beneath him, not even her Monarch seemed important or powerful. It was so hard to remember the lovely curves of her ruler. How scarlet locks framed an innocent face with baby-blue eyes. Or the way they accentuated the even bigger boobs. With every memory she conjured, something was lost.
It was maddening. It was so natural.
Drooling beneath the throbbing shaft, she shivered. Her body tingled with need. Yet she didn't move an inch. She couldn't. She was his gift. Like an object, a mere possession. Hot wetness squirted from her lower lips at the thought.
"Wow. I didn't think it would be so easy," he laughed. His tone danced like a symphony through Alena's ears. Every word he spoke drove away even more of her Monarch.
"Man. All those weeks looking for those damn ingredients was totally worth it." He ignored her.
It made Alena moan. That magnificent man that had all of her attention, all of her essence in his grasp. Ignored her. Bliss and ecstasy pummed through her veins. This was power. Unlike her Monarch. That...that...she couldn't remember. Did her Monarch have blonde hair? Were her tits smaller than Alena's? Why did she serve that unimportant slut anyway?
When she could please this cock. It was so easy.
"But, I have to say. A little unoriginal, finding a demon in a sex shop, don't you think?"
"Yes," she moaned. The agreement came natural. She was his gift. She had to do as he desired. And even the small part of herself still free knew that it played along with the stereotype. But in all fairness, Alena had been there to shop.
And now he had gotten her as a gift.
Another moan exploded from her lips.
"You are a loud one. Pretty sure the whole shop thinks they know what we are doing. Well, it can't be helped. But let's not give them more freebies. You are mine now. Sounds included."
As Alena wanted to agree, he slammed his cock down her throat. The massive thickness filled everything. His length burrowed deeply down her throat. And all thoughts vanished from her mind.
With open and blank eyes she stared ahead. Her posture stiffened as he began to thrust. In and out his shaft moved. Wet slurping filled the air.
More and more of who she was yielded to the incredible assault. His cock drove away whomever she had been. Thoughts had no place in a cock filled head. Choices didn't exist for a toy like her. All she was. All she ever wanted to be. Was his gift.
The truth smothered the last remaining whispers in her mind. And her eyes rolled back into her skull.
"Fuck. If your pussy is even better than your mouth, man I'm gonna be rich selling that to idiots," he groaned with another deep thrust down her throat.
Alena's essence absorbed his desires and commands, even the ones he wasn't conscious of. She would be his delighted and submissive whore. Without any remorse she would seek out her peers and gift them to him. Even the Monarch that once held her loyalty would become his toy.
And once it was done, they would grant his deepest desire.
But even as the plans formed inside her head, she concentrated at the task ahead.
Her tongue swirled around his invading shaft. It lengthened and curled. His pleased groan made her moan. The sound thrummed through her lips as they expanded. Softer, more plump lips pressed against his pelvis. She felt her impressive curves drown beneath his fantasies. Her breasts ripped through her bra and blouse, hips and butt pressed the skirt into a belt.
His fingers dug into her scalp as he grabbed her head. Thrusting even harder he accelerated.
Alena gurgled around the cock. It was so delicious. Her tastebuds conformed, her sense of smell easily followed. Forever he would be the most delicious. The pumping veins on his cock twitched. She felt the balls on her chin tighten. Moaning she encouraged them.
With a loud groan he unloaded his warm seed inside her throat. It filled her stomach to the brim. As he drew back, the creamy taste made her shiver and quiver. Pure bliss filled her with warmth. Beneath her legs, her cunt danced with impossible joy. Her whole being teetered on the edge.
His brown eyes gazed down at her. She had to look deliciously pathetic. Clothes ruined, stained with cum, drool and sweat. Mouth hanging open, as the proof of his dominance coated her skin. Empty, glazed eyes staring blankly ahead, as she tried, and failed to be perfectly still.
"That was great," he said, gasping for air. "But, now we have to go. I have so many fun ideas."
Alena nodded. "Yes, master." Her voice trembled with the orgasmic energy that was only held back by her submission.
His lips curled into a malicious smile. "Oh. Do you want to cum, slut?"
Another shiver raced through Alena. "Yes," she exhaled. "Please, master. Please allow Alena to cum."
His face twisted. "Alena? No. You will only call yourself Cocksleeve when we are together. Because that's what you are."
The words filled Cocksleeve, making her moan. The need to cum grew even more. "Yes. Cocksleeve understands. Please, master, please allow Cocksleeve to cum."
He shook his head. "No. No cumming. I want you to be desperate for your first round of jobs. And let's be honest, Cocksleeve. You don't like to cum anyway. Edging is so much better."
Cocksleeve felt as her essence conformed to her master's wishes. Where the need to cum once resided, now desire to feel even more desperate grew. Edging and denial were her rewards. Another surge of orgasmic ecstasy pummed through her veins. And while wetness squirted from her folds, her throbbing cunt was now dam against release. Pleasure was no longer the relief of release. But the denial of the end.
"Thank you, master," she proclaimed, her voice cool and sultry. Only a small hint of the delicious storm inside her slipped through. Enough to tantalize new customers.
"That's it," her master cheered. "That is how my Cocksleeve should be. Now get dressed slut. We have work to do.
Cocksleeve nodded. She felt her essence respond. With a snap of her fingers, she moved the ruined clothes. They danced in the air. Faster and faster, until no details could be seen.
Cocksleeve knew what her master desired. And while magically formed clothes weren't comfortable, she knew that just would please him more.
With another snap she stopped the dance. The new clothes eagerly dressed Cocksleeve. A leather corset and leather skirt pinched her skin. Fishnets rubbed against her legs. And high-heeled boots pressed against her feet. A collar tightened around her neck.
Her master nodded and left the cubicle. Sashaying behind him, Cocksleeve looked around the shop. Incredulous looks and blushing faces followed her rolling hips.
And every painful pinch reminded Cocksleeve how much she loved being Master's gift.
honestly I LOVE the way you write all of these esp the forced growth/transformation ones !! would love to see one of a bratty/lazy reader finally put to work ! xoxo
It's really time for you to start pulling your weight around here. Your roommate is tired of cleaning up after you, of doing the dishes, of keeping the apartment in a semi-functional order while you're either laid out on the couch, melting your brain with TV, or sitting in your room, melting your brain with... Something else. The whole situation wouldn't be so bad if you weren't so entitled about it! Flopping down on the couch with a bag of take-out and "informing" your roommate that the trash cans are full isn't really endearing when you haven't once taken out the trash in the entire time you've lived together.
What finally tipped your roommate over the edge was when you used the last of the milk for your cereal and simply shouted "Hey! We're out of milk!"
If nothing else, your roommate would make sure that the two of you never had that problem again.
At first, you didn't even realize that anything had changed. You never really used the washing machine yourself; you just threw your clothes in with your roommates. When your shirts and your bras started to come back a little tight, you assumed that maybe she had fucked up the settings and that they had simply shrunk. You didn't hate it, though. If anything, it made your tits look bigger, bulging under your clothes, so it wasn't all bad.
The clothes kept "shrinking", though, and your breasts started to get tender. You winced, washing them in the shower, using your roommate's soap. Probably an allergic reaction to some new detergent your roommate was using. You'd talk to her about it. Eventually. Maybe. They were so sensitive. Even just laying in bed, on your back, your shirt draped over your swollen breasts, you could feel the fabric dragging over them with each, slow breath and your cheeks started to warm. Waking up the next morning with twin damp patches on was definitely concerning but not nearly as concerning as your roommate's reaction.
You have to cover your mouth to keep from moaning as she pins you to the wall and lifts your shirt, giving your tit a firm squeeze. A maniacal giggle bubbles out of her as she watches little streams of milk arc from your nipples. "Oh, wow, it's working even faster than I thought it would! I should have known you'd take to being a dumb, lazy cow."
Before you have time to ask what in the hell she's talking about, she latches her lips over your tits and sucks. Hard. Your vision goes white. Your knees nearly buckle. Pleasure floods every inch of your body until it flows out of you in the form of a desperate moan.
Your roommate lets go of your nipple, swishing the milk around in her mouth before swallowing. "Hmm... Sweeter than I was expecting and not quite as rich, but it'll do." Her eye glints as she looks up at you, a twisted grin on her lips. "What's the matter, hm? Is the big, leaky cow overwhelmed by her udders? This is what you wanted, right? When you said we were all out of milk? Now you'll never run out! I figure it's the least you can do after I've spent the last six months doing everything your lazy ass couldn't be bothered to do. Now you're going to pull your own weight a little. Besides, now it gives you the excuse to be the dumb, lazy, greedy cow you are!"
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Increase Bubbliness: 200%
- If words said are >= 3 Syllables:
- Libido increases by 5%
- CPU 'lags' for a brief moment causing confusion and forgetfulness
- Increase desire to cheer : 10%
Figured it was time to try my own little coding and try something basic~! I'm sure a novice like me won't mess this up~!
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OMG hi user! I'm so so so happy to be getting an ask from you! But um I was gonna ask what the uh bubbliness- [over 3 syllables detected] hhuhhh? What was I saying? Oh uh I was asking about um bubbliness- [over 3 syllables detected] mmm...I was talking about cheering for you! I'm so silly how'd I forget >< umm lemme do my chant!
1 2 3 4 I'll shake my tits just like a whore!
5 6 7 8 bouncing my boobs is super great!
Umm was that like ..goood? My boobs kept umm getting in the way ><
âYou know what this is donât you Cowgirlâ said the criminal mastermind know only as the Farmer.
Cowgirl just stared at the large metal ring, mesmerized she silently watched the ring as the Farmer waved it in front of her eyes.
âThatâs right, Cowgirl itâs one of my mind control ring. Once itâs fitted, you will be just another of my mindless cows, what do you think of that my little milk maid of mightâ said the Farmer as he moved in front of Cowgirl.
Cowgirl felt her attractive nose being anaesthetised and some pulling in that region. The numbness in her nostrils quickly faded away to a dull throb. She knew that her septum had been pierced and threaded with the Farmerâs mind control ring. The ring was big and more suited to a prize cow instead of a young woman.
Cowgirl tried to think of a way out but it was pointless. The ring had already taken hold of her mind. Cowgirlâs arms hung loose and limb at her side, drool escaped her mouth and her eyes had a faint pink glow to them.
The Farmer smiled at the latest acquisition to his herd. âHow do you feel Cowgirl?â he said.
The only thing Cowgirl could say was âmmmmmooooooooooooooooâ
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