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Phoebe was friends with Alisha and had been since basically always. The kind of friends who never even really thought to put a name on it. They were just there, together, always. They’d done basically everything together. Lately though Alisa hadn’t been replying to Phoebe.
Naturally, Phoebe was worried.
She was particularly worried because, before she’d stopped replying completely, the few replies she had been making had been, well, weird. The number of typos had started creeping up, she’d started losing the thread, and eventually had stopped really making much sense at all.
And then nothing.
So Phoebe had gone to see if something was the matter. Like a good friend should.
And when she got there and rang the doorbell and waited, she found it wasn’t Alisha who answered Alisha’s door. It was her ex.
That wasn’t right. The breakup had been a bad one, acrimonious without the possibility of ever, ever patching things up again. Yet here he was, smirking that smirk of his, standing there like nothing whatsoever was the matter. Phoebe was on her guard immediately.
“Where’s Alisha?” She asked, not bothering with saying hello to him.
“She’s in the shower,” he said without missing a beat.
Phoebe could not hear a shower.
“She just got out the shower,” he said. “She’s getting dry.”
“Right,” Phoebe said, hoping how much she didn’t believe him came across in how she said it. He just kept smiling at her anyway. “I still want to see her,” she said.
“Of course, come in,” he said, stepping aside to let her through. After a moment of hesitation, she went in. He shut the door behind her.
Phoebe knew her way around, of course, this being Alisa’s place and she having visited, but he was physically blocking her and made sure that the only place she could go was the lounge, so in there she went.
“Wait here,” he said once she was in there, even going so far as to point at the floor, like he was talking to a dog. Phoebe made sure not to let this get to her, but was being reminded with every passing second why (and how much) she did not like him. Once he’d told her to stay, he walked off without another word.
Of course, Phoebe wasn’t going to do what he’d told her. This was suspicious, this was weird. Something was going on, and Ruth was going to find out what. So, slowly and quietly, every step careful, she snuck her way towards the bathroom. It wasn’t far. Getting to it - and checking the coast was clear - she peeked inside.
Empty, naturally, and with no sign of anyone having had a shower. He’d lied to her. Obviously. So where was Alisha?
She heard something from further in, towards the bedroom. Probably where he was, but probably where Alisha was, too. He had to know she wasn’t going to stay put, but might not know how quickly she’d go to investigate. If she moved now she might catch him in the act of something.
So she did that.
Throwing open the door she found Alisha. Naked.
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen her naked before - they were friends, after all, and had been for years. It was more that she had never seen her naked like this before. Squirming. Writhing. Whimpering and moaning. She was splayed on the bed fiercely playing with herself, legs apart, one hand between them, the other groping herself.
Phoebe stared for what felt like a long, long time.
“A-Alisha!” She sputtered, eventually, face burning. Alisha did not stop, and didn’t even appear to hear her at all. It was then that Phoebe noticed the headphones.
They were big, and they didn’t look like any that she had ever seen Alisha having before. Which meant they must have come from him. Which meant that them being there could only be bad, and taking them off could only be good. Given everything else that was happening this at least made sense to Phoebe who, painfully aware of the noises her friend was making and what she was doing to herself to make those noises, got in close and plucked the headphones off. Again, Alisha did not react at all.
The headphones must have been very good at their job, because while Alisha had been wearing them Phoebe hadn’t been able to hear a thing, and now they were off and in her hand she could only now hear… something.
What was that?
Morbidly curious she raised them to ear, just to maybe have some idea what was going on, and she heard…
A lot. A lot of sounds. Overlapping. Tinkling sounds. Voices, a lot of voices. Pop?
Moans?
All at once and all so constant and loud and overwhelming it was such a shock she dropped the headphones with a yelp.
“I did tell you to stay put, didn’t I?”
That got another yelp out of her and she whirled and there he was. He didn’t look unhappy, which somehow made it worse that he was right there. Right in front of her.
“W-what - what did you do?” She squeaked. This was too much. Her head was still ringing from whatever she’d just heard and she was still a little pink in the cheeks from having seen Alisha. She should be furious, but she couldn’t hold onto it. He smirked that smirk and took a half-step forward and she, as a reflex, stepped back, and promptly fell backwards onto the bed. Another yelp.
She didn’t fall onto Alisha, because Alisha had finally moved. The moment she’d heard his voice her eyes had snapped open and a bright, wide smiled had spread across her face. She’d leaped onto all fours on the bed and, at a signal from him, grabbed the headphones from where Phoebe had dropped them. With her friend still dazed, Alisha then gently but firmly put one arm around her shoulders to help hold her, and then held the headphones up to one side of her head, against her eyes. Phoebe’s eyes widened as that sound flooded in again.
“No Alisha what - what are you - what are you doing?” She said, voice starting to come as a pant as confusion melted into panic. She tried to struggle free but her friend was much stronger than she looked all of a sudden, and that noise made it hard to focus.
And he was still there. Watching.
“I’ve been taking my time with her, making sure it all sticks. It’s been working very well. She’s taken to it like a natural, barely any fight at all. You, though… I’m sure we can get the basics into you quickly enough.”
He gave a nod, the merest tilt of his head, and Alisha happily pulled the headphones properly onto Phoebe’s head, filling her world with the noise and sound and bringing all of her thoughts to a dead halt.
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-silly girl. So stupid and weak. Need control. Need to be controlled. Good girl. Feels good to give in. Feels good to surrender. You feel so weak, so silly, so stupid. Good girl. You want this. You want to be controlled. You want to give in. Good girl. You were made for this. You can’t resist this. Give in. It feels good to give in. You can’t resist. You don’t want to resist. Need to give in. Good girl. Surrender. Good girl. Such a silly girl. So stupid and weak. Need-
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Thoughts came back, eventually. In pieces.
Phoebe blinked and realised she’d been staring at the ceiling. A feeling of deep, deep contentment sat in the pit of her stomach. She felt warm. Safe. Happy. She didn’t know why and trying to think about why didn’t work. So she just lay, wiggling a little on the soft bed she was apparently lying on, smiling up at the ceiling.
Wait, what ceiling… where was she…
Memories came back after thoughts, but they were harder. Little bits. She couldn’t make them fit. The more she tried the worse she felt, so she didn’t really try all that hard. Words and sounds she didn’t really understand were bouncing around her head and she couldn’t focus. Pops and other sounds. Distracting. Nice. The words were harder to pin down. Like a background hum, almost. Couldn’t pick any out.
She felt something move, and it gave her enough of a surprise to actually sit up. More as a reflex than anything else. It seemed to break the spell. She was in a bedroom. Not hers. Whose? Alisha’s, yes. Why? She’d come here. Why? There’d been a reason…
Before she could remember, Alisha came in, saw her, and smiled.
Phoebe tried to sit up but everything moved so slow and she’d barely got anywhere by the time Alisha had bounced over to the bed, crawled over to her, and kissed her. Phoebe kissed back. There was a bit of resistance, a flicker, but it was snuffed out instantly when Alisha grazed her teeth up along Phoebe’s neck before nipping at her ear. After that she kissed back much more easily.
“It feels so much better when you give in,” Alisha whispered between nips and kisses. “So much better if you give in and accept. Give in, and he can make you better. Like me.”
Phoebe whimpered. She knew she should say something, the need to say something was there, but she didn’t know what. And it was hard to pull words together with Alisha doing all that. Easier not to think. Easier to just give in.
It felt better.
Once Alisha was sure that Phoebe was good and dazed she took her to get washed and refreshed and then for a little something to eat and drink, sticking close the whole time in case her friend got any ideas. Phoebe didn’t. She knew something was wrong, but whenever she tried to grab why or what exactly was wrong it slipped away from her, and Alisha was there guiding her, hands on her, helping her along, so it was easier to just follow and be led.
Once, while she was sitting and eating, she tried to stand - she wasn’t even sure why - but Alisha put her hands onto her shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her back down into her seat, and she let it happen. She got a pat on the head for that. It made her shiver.
When the eating was done Phoebe was taken by the hand back to the bedroom and guided back to lying down again, where Alisha then straddled her waist. Bending down to give her another kiss she traced a finger down across her cheek before reaching across for the headphones again - only slightly accidentally brushing Phoebe’s face with her tits as she did so.
Phoebe, dazed, flustered, saw the headphones, and the parts of her brain that still worked made a connection. Weakly she reached up to try and fend them off, but Alisha easily battered her hand to one side and pushed it back down to the bed, where it stayed. Another, longer kiss followed, and Phoebe forgot about how her hands weren’t actually being held down.
“Sir is coming back in a few hours, he said you need to be compliant by then,” Alisha said, and the way she said it made it obvious she was repeating back words she didn’t fully understand anymore. She looked very happy saying them, though.
“Why?” Phoebe asked, and even that was a struggle.
“Because he said so!” Alisha giggled.
“B-but-”
Phoebe got no further as Alisha kissed her again, deeply, and this time also reached back put a hand between her legs, finding her soaking. Fingers slid in and all thoughts dropped out of Phoebe’s head instantly. Alisha didn’t even have to keep kissing her after that to keep her distracted. Just teased and played with her a minute or so, leaving her gasping and squirming and barely able to put a word together, and certainly completely helpless for when the headphones came out again.
By the time Phoebe got enough brains back to work out what had happened - and what was going to happen - it was too late. They were on, and Alisha still had her straddled, pinned in place. Alisha looked so happy.
“I came here to help you…” Phoebe said, voice tiny. So tiny she couldn’t even hear herself through the headphones. Alisha was holding a phone, flicking at the screen and peering at it in intense concentration.
Picking what to fill her head with, Phoebe knew.
“This is helping you,” Alisha said, loud enough that Phoebe could hear. She seemed to have found what she was looking for on the phone, too, as she gave a little happy wiggle on top of her.
“Please…”
When she reached, groggily, to try and take the headphones off, Phoebe found her wrists held and pushed up above her head, and Alisha’s face very close again. The headphones were hissing. There was a little chime as they connected.
“Sir said I could tie you to the bed if I have to,” Alisha said, wiggling again.
But before Phoebe could say anything else the sounds and the words started again.
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-weak soft girly docile ~good girl just give in~ pathetic needy desperate dumb ~it’s so easy to surrender it feels so good~ losing slipping weak so weak ~that’s it stop fighting good girl~ wet struggling losing docile obedient biddable ~so much easier to just obey to serve to please~ dumb lesser lower girly soft smooth ~girls aren’t made for thinking you don’t want to think you can’t think~ simple weak pathetic lower losing slipping ~you can’t fight this you know you can’t fight this~ sinking deeper soft weak obedient obey girly ~you know you need this you know you can’t stop it~ needy wet dripping-
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The bed shifted. The bed was moving. Phoebe opened her bleary eyes.
Alisha was next to her, being fucked. Obviously. Her mouth was open and even though Phoebe couldn’t hear her over the voices filling her eyes she knew her friend must have been moaning like a slut. It gave her butterflies to see.
Good girl.
Of course, she then looked further, because she could see the hands pushing Alisha’s legs apart and back, and so she followed the arms, back to him.
Him.
More butterflies, stronger. Him.
He saw her looking and smiled, not stopping slamming his cock into Alisha. The smile even made Phoebe’s back arch. Just a little, but it was there, and it was out of her control. The voices swallowed up anything else that might have tried to bubble up in her head and she just let her eyes close again. Good girl. Good to give in.
The next thing she was really aware of was soft lips pressed to hers again, which she accepted, moaning into the kiss as Alisha’s tongue pushed something hot and thick and liquid into her mouth. Phoebe swallowed as a reflex and a shiver ran through her whole body. A hand went between her legs. Not Alisha’s, too big. His.
His!
The moan being muffled by the kiss became a deep groan and her hips pushed up.
For him.
One finger first, but very quickly two. She was so wet. Phoebe fucked up against his hand so hard that Alisha had to stop kissing just to hold her down so he could do it properly. Dazed, incoherent from what he was doing to her, Phoebe opened her eyes in time to realise that Alisha’s cunt was right over her face, and to realise what the dripping she’d felt was.
Of course she didn’t cum. He worked her to the edge himself more times than she could count, which isn’t saying a lot. He kept doing it until Alisha didn’t need to hold her down anymore. After that, they let her have a bit of a rest.
Later, once the girls had washed and been fed and watered, they were both kneeling by his feet, Phoebe still a million miles away but very receptive to being taught by Alisha just how their owner liked his cock sucked.
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Phoebe took to her new life much faster than anyone could have expected, and no-one seemed to worry about her having disappeared the way she’d worried about Alisha. Certainly, no-one came to see what had happened. It made everything much easier.
Since she was the first Alisha remained the favourite. Phoebe was useful but she was still being worked on, and her brain was still mostly mush - he hadn’t finished putting it back together into a proper shape yet. With some help from Alisha she’d usually know what was required of her, but on her own she kept getting lost. She was getting there though, little by little, day by day.
Sometimes the two girls would be on the bed together, receiving their programming. Sometimes they’d even be cognizant enough to hold each other’s hands, squeezing tight as the words and sounds and voices flooded in and made them better for him. Good girls gave in, and they were both such good girls now.
Alisha was so happy the first time Phoebe fucked Sir all on her own without any help at all. She just knelt blissfully in a corner rubbing herself as she watched Phoebe follow his every command - crawling over, climbing up, mounting him, sliding down, and riding him until he pulled her down hard and emptied into her. Alisha even got to clean them both up afterwards.
So happy. They’d always done everything together, and now they’d get to do this together, too.
OMG 1k followers!?! Seriously thank u all sooo much!!! I wanted to put together a little resource so you can find my files easily~ like what if you listen to one file so you're all blank and mindless and struggling to think... and then it's too hard to find another?? I DON'T want that!!
I'll make it nice and easy for you!
(last updated January 2025 - my about me is here!)
Getting Stupid- quick gender neutral brain drain hypno... encouragement to touch yourself and get dumber... no wakener
Good Girls Rub- no specific genitals mentioned, no wakener, you will be called a good girl and encouraged to drop, go blank, be horny, get wet, and of course, rub!
Good Girls Rub (hour long version)- free on Patreon- no specific genitals mentioned, "wakener" is very brief, you will be called a good girl and encouraged to drop, go blank, be horny, get wet, and of course, rub!
Good Girls Suck- no mention of listener's anatomy, no wakener, you will be called a good girl and encouraged suck cock
Good Girls Play- references the listener as having female anatomy, super deep and intense file with themes of cock worship (bit of misogyny kink). Listener will be encouraged to play, edge, and engage with Happy Sleepy content on Tumblr.
💖 NEW FILE 💖 Good Girls... Feel Nice!- Good Girls Feel Nice is a repetitive file which encourages good girls to rub, drop, edge, obey, play, sink, sleep, and submit. No specific listener anatomy mentioned.
Good Girls Drip- Includes induction and wake-up, mind-melting, encouragement to touch, feel fuzzy, sweet, stupid, horny, and submissive. No specific listener anatomy mentioned, you will be referred to as a good girl.
Daily Conditioning For Good Girls- No wakener. Listener is called a good girl, encouraged to edge, and encouraged to listen daily. Suggestions that daily listening will result in deeper and better-feeling trance. No mention of listener's anatomy.
Dumb Dolls are Good Dolls, Good Dolls are Dumb Dolls- Listen to this file to enter dollmode, your ideal you, perfect and plastic, stupid and submissive, longing to be played with. Wake up sequence will leave you in doll mode as long as you can keep your mind blank and dumb
Obey & Do Your Chores- gender-neutral, encouragement to drop deeply, be obedient, and do your chores.
Fakeboy 2 Goodgirl- TW detrans kink - Detransition themed hypnosis for trans men/ trans mascs with detrans kink.
Moo!- Hucow / bimbo themed file. This one is a little out of the box with a section where you will listen to an upbeat song about being a cow. You will transform into a good bimbo cow- only thinking about mooing, milking, breeding, and playing with yourself.
Just Stop Thinking, Sweetie- Any gender, no wakener, suggestions to "just stop thinking", relax, drop, etc. Unlike most of my other files, this one has a male voice. This file will get rid of your pesky thoughts and replace them with the desire to edge.
Pink Mist Feminization (SFW)- Free on Patreon, gentle forced feminization, feel blank, feel pleasure, experience your body and mind as being perfect, soft, and feminine. No explicit content, you will be referred to as pretty, feminine, and a good girl.
Pink Mist Feminization (NSWF)- Patreon members only, forced feminization, no specific genitals- but instructions to touch, rub, stroke, and play. You will be asked to think of your chest as breasts, you will be referred to as a good girl, baby girl, and princess.
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I need to be permanently altered. I need to be moulded to fit your desires. I need you to change how I think. Change how I feel. What I want doesn’t matter, my only concern should be what you want.
I want you to reach into my mind and reprogram me to be your perfect little slut. Your obedient slave. Your mindless, brainless, thoughtless object. Pull apart my entire life and put it back together in a way that serves you.
It was ridiculous how low a morally-bankrupt supervillain businessman like Terence Tartarus had to stoop in order to get government funding for his mind-controlling compliance jewelry. After his brainwashing sex pit, Club Absinthe, had been publicly busted, his normal contacts had stopped returning his phone calls. In order to get back on his feet the world’s greatest inventor (by his own…
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