Subby Bambi

Blonde hair cascaded in soft waves around a round face. Carefully applied makeup accentuated bright eyes and full lips. The pink dress fit as though it had been tailored specifically for the body wearing it. Especially for the round artificial globes protruding from his chest.

None of it should have felt familiar. Yet somehow it did. That was the part that frightened him.

Mark remembered the first session with Madame Aphrodite. At least, he thought he did.

The memories had become strangely difficult to sort through. He could remember discovering the online seminars. Remember the curiosity that led him to attend one. Remember finding the charismatic speaker fascinating.

After that, everything blurred. Weeks seemed to vanish. New habits appeared. New clothes arrived.

Entire purchases sat in his apartment without any memory of ordering them. At first he had assumed stress was affecting him. Now he wasn't so sure. His gaze remained fixed on the mirror.

The reflection smiled. A heartbeat later, he realized he was smiling too. The expression felt effortless.

A warm sensation drifted through his thoughts, softening the panic that had been building there.

'Everything was okay.'

The thought appeared so suddenly that Mark flinched.

Where had it come from? He tried to hold onto the question. The answer dissolved before he could examine it.

A faint giggle escaped his lips.

Mark's eyes widened. The sound didn't feel intentional. It simply happened.

Then another warm wave rolled through his mind, carrying the embarrassment away before it could fully form.

He was overthinking again. Madame Aphrodite always said that people suffered because they fought themselves.

The memory surfaced clearly. Her tantalizing voice.

Mark swallowed.

The reflection in the mirror looked relaxed. Far happier than he remembered feeling in years. That realization unsettled him more than anything else.

His phone chimed softly. The sound broke the spell. Mark looked down. A notification glowed on the screen.

'Weekly Session Beginning in 10 Minutes'

Beneath it sat a familiar emblem: a stylized A fused with a heart. For a moment, clarity returned. He should delete the application. Cancel the session.

A gentle eagerness that spread through his chest and slowly unraveled his resolve.

He didn't feel like Mark anymore.

No, she felt like Maria.

She was pretty. And eager.

Maria picked up her phone, smiling softly as the app opened. The display shifted to a familiar logo, followed by a countdown. Excitement grew within her.

Soon, the screen changed again.

This time a woman appeared. Long blonde hair cascaded over a tight white latex dress..

A pair of bright blue eyes locked on her own and Maria found she couldn't look away. The woman spoke slowly.

"Welcome to our weekly session. Let's get started, shall we?"

Her voice seemed to resonate within Maria's skull. The words felt more real than the world around her.

"We are going to do something new today, my dear."

The voice paused. It was soft, yet somehow commanding attention.

"You have been so obedient and eager for my sessions. I believe you deserve to be rewarded."

The last word sent a shiver through her body.

"You may have noticed some changes around your life. At this point you must look like a bimbo. I'm proud of you for that."

Maria blushed. Her skin warmed, and the sensation spread to her chest. She felt hot inside. Her breasts grew heavier.

She could sense the fabric of the dress rubbing against her nipples. They ached with need. The heat seemed to reach her stomach as well. The blonde woman smiled.

"Good. Now, take a deep breath."

The woman paused again.

The video cut out, leaving only a black screen.

The next moment, a sound rose from her phone.

Maria's breath caught. Her girl cock pressed against her thong. She saw her pupils shrink. Arousal throbbed between her legs.

Madame Aphrodite spoke again, "Focus on the tone, dear. Listen to the sound of it. Let it fill you. Let it take you away."

Her voice seemed to grow deeper. Maria listened. Her eyelids felt heavy, and her breathing slowed. She wanted to keep watching. The black screen filled with a single image, the emblem of Aphrodite's company. The heart-shaped A. It pulsed softly. Each beat matched the sound.

"You have always been a bimbo. Whatever you remember before this very moment was nothing but a test designed by your Goddess. A trial run. You passed. Now you can be her obedient little whore, forever. That is your reward, dear."

The word sent a warm feeling through her body, making it tingle from head to toe.

She knew it was true. Of course it was. Madame Aphrodite would never lie to her.

The warmth spread deeper, sinking into her bones. The thought should have bothered her. Instead she found herself accepting it. She wanted this.

Another image flashed across the screen.

A bimbo like herself thrust her girl cock into another slut.

A rush of heat shot up her spine, and she gasped.

She needed to touch herself.

Madame Aphrodite laughed lightly. "That's right. Feel it. Embrace it." Maria bit her lip. The woman on the video spoke again, "Tell me, my dear, who are you?"

Maria's mouth moved without thought. "Maria," she whispered. "A bimbo who belongs to Aphrodite Incorporated."

She felt the truth of those words as soon as she said them. It didn't matter how it had happened or when.

It simply was true. The world around her melted away, leaving her floating in darkness. A single image remained visible: the heart shaped A that pulsed in time with the hypnotic sound that filled her mind.

"Very good. You may touch yourself now." The woman's voice grew fainter. Maria moaned softly as she reached down to slide her fingers beneath her dress.

And found her throbbing girl cock. A wave of pleasure rolled through her as her fingertips brushed against it.

Madame Aphrodite's voice faded further into the background, becoming just another part of the music playing through the phone.

Her body felt light and airy. Her mind floated freely. All she could think of was the pleasure building inside her.

With each pump whoever she had been was lost. Gone. Replaced with the blonde bimbo she was meant to be.

Maria's free hand reached up to cup her left breast. The artificial sensation was so real she couldn't help but squeeze gently. Her nipple hardened instantly.

"Oh goddess," Maria whimpered. The pleasure built faster now. Each stroke of her cock brought her closer to orgasm. Soon she was trembling, her thighs shaking as the pressure mounted. Madame Aphrodite's voice came back louder than before. "Don't hold back. Cum for me, dear."

It felt so good. So perfect. The need to cum grew overwhelming.

She arched upward and cried out, her whole body tensing. Her muscles contracted, and then suddenly released. Waves of ecstasy coursed through her body as her girl cock pulsed once more. Thick spurts of white fluid erupted from her cock. Each one sent shivers down her spine.

As Maria drifted back into consciousness she heard Madame Aphrodite speaking softly. "My beautiful little whore, I'm very happy you managed to become a good slut. You are my obedient bimbo. It's time to use that thing between your thighs. You will shortly get an address sent to your phone. One of my most loyal servants lives there. Breed that bitch, my bimbo. Breed the cunt like she is your property. She will be waiting. Now, go."

***

Madame Aphrodite leaned back and smiled. Another one lost to pleasure, to a bliss that erased all thoughts of identity or past life.

She tapped her screen and sent an address to her newest toy. One of her best sluts lived there, one of the first ones. The goddess in mortal coil laughed as she imagined all the material that she would gain. The images, the movies, the sounds. And of course the future of her growing Empire.