sinking deep, like a submarine

At first, you don't even want to look into it. You're not scared of what it might show you; at least, that's what you tell yourself. You just don't think it's worth your time. You'll find your own way forward. You don't need anyone to tell you what you're going to do.

But you're curious. You can't deny that. You have your own ideas of what you want, but you do wonder what the mirror might show you. It could tell you whether you're on the right path.

It could tell you what to do.

So, like so many of your friends before you, you look. It's meant to be only a peek. One little glimpse. That's all you'll need.

But you can't look away.

At first, you're confused. You'd thought you would see some marker of a future career, some sign of where your life would go. Even if you still looked the same, there would at least be some shift in the background to show where you were going to go. Instead, everything looks just as it would in an ordinary mirror. You even look behind you, to make sure you haven't missed anything, before staring into the mirror again.

Then you see it: there is a change. Your gaze in the mirror is unfocused and hazy. Your lips are slightly parted, and a little drool has collected at the corner of your mouth. You look soft. Malleable. Docile.

Empty.

You look beautiful.

You don't know where that thought came from. It pops into your head all at once, so easily that it might have been one of your own thoughts. You don't think it is, though. You would never have thought that before. (Would you?) Something else must have put that in your mind.

It's true, though. The more you stare at your expression, the more you realize it. There's something beautiful about how open and helpless you look. There aren't any thoughts in that head. It's empty of anything, waiting for someone else to put something in there. A wish, a desire, even a new identity.

You moan, a low, hungry sound. Your mouth doesn't fully close afterward. It hangs open slightly, and you have no will to change that. The blankness in your reflection's eyes is sapping all the will from you.

Your reflection's eyes? Your eyes? It's growing harder for you to tell.

It's growing harder for you to care.

It takes only a few minutes for you to tear your eyes away from the mirror, though it feels like far longer. You stumble away, leaving the room, and your thoughts slowly return to you.

Finally settling down after rounds of different scenes just to pin them under my weight and hold them like a stuffed animal on my cock, letting them whine and squirm at the fullness in their belly from holding all of the constant loads i’ve rutted back inside until they stop and just accept it. Forcing them feel dazed and bred while going in and out of consciousness to a mixture of soft kisses and sweet words, like how I can’t leave yet because they just feel so good around me and what a precious fuckmutt they’ve been for my cock.

most I've ever taken in one sitting is 15mg, so maybe we try for double (or triple???🫣)

I want to be an incoherent mess, show no mercy

most I've ever taken in one sitting is 15mg, so maybe we try for double (or triple???🫣)