Content Warning: Dollification, Identity Death, FemSub
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Kayla loved that she had the freedom to work remotely from home. Sure, she still had to clock in at a specific time each day, but she could dress more casually and snack on a bowl of fruit while her fingers fired away at the keys without anyone around her complaining.
At 7:55am, Kayla sat down in her office and fired up her computer, sitting back and sipping from her macha latte while she waited.
The words flashing across her screen, then loading a panel that explained how an immediate software update was needed in order for the computer to awaken properly. Certainly an annoying obstacle, but Kayla had quite the powerful computer, so even this update wouldn't take too long. Kayla set her latte down and grabbed her headphones, which she kept plugged into the computer so that she could listen to music while she worked, and placed them onto her head in preparation for loading up her playlist once the computer was fully up and ready to go.
Certainly seemed to be going slower than normal, Kayla thought. Perhaps it was a much larger update than she initially thought.
The word flashing rapidly, over and over again so fast that it could barely be seen by the naked eye, but it was picked up by the impressionable human subconscious mind. Kayla unknowingly sat back in her chair, watching the computer almost intently as the update went on.
Through the headphones, a soft, rhythmic and droning hum began to play. It was barely audible, but did a shockingly good job of blocking out external sounds… And isolating the mind within.
This was taking much longer than Kayla had hoped, so long in fact that she was actively getting tired waiting. Kayla yawned and stretched her arms out, sinking deeper into her chair in the process.
The words flashing a million times a minute into her subconscious, and Kayla unknowingly follows them. Despite her heavy eyes, she keeps watching the screen… The droning hum in her headphones seems to get louder, while the outside world becomes so much quieter… And forget? What did Kayla have to forget? She was just waiting for her computer to update so that she could… um… Do something important, certainly.
Again with those subconscious words, hammering away softly into her mind, shifting Kayla with ease without her so much as realizing that it is happening. The time in between when she blinks increases, just so that she can stare at the screen longer… So comfy back in her chair, forgetting… something. But what? She couldn't remember it, and truthfully she didn't care.
Over and over again for what felt like an eternity, the words repeated on an endless loop… Etched into the depths of Kayla's subconscious mind, which is rapidly altering her conscious self as well. Soon, she completely forgets what she is doing, why she is at her desk, and that she even has a job to do today. She struggles to think, only able to stare forward at the computer screen… Watching the progress of… something… slowly go up, and up, and up.
A different word, a command this time… Kayla knows to obey, so without even trying to think, she slowly sits forward and stands up in front of her desk.
“Strip… N-naked… Sit…” Kayla softly spoke, doing as she was instructed… to repeat… Before slowly tucking her thumbs under her sweatpants, and shimmying them down to her ankles… Gently kicking them off and nudging them to the side, then temporarily removing the headphones to remove her shirt… Unhooking her bra, and then finally pulling her panties down, stepping out of them, and tossing them off to the side before sitting back down in the chair, and slipping the headphones back on.
Kayla immediately felt a rush of warmth across her body, particularly down between her legs, forcing a soft squeak of a moan out from between her lips.
Slowly, Kayla grabbed her phone off of the table… Barely glaring down at it so that she didn't have to look away from the screen, finding her boss's number and calling him.
“Kayla? What's up, is everythi-”
He began to speak, but was immediately cut off by her.
And with that, Kayla ended the call, and set the phone screen side down on her desk. Then, Kayla spread her legs and lifted them up onto her desk, before sliding her left hand down between them to begin gently massaging her clit.
“No more name… No more person… No more life… Only Doll…”
Doll spoke in a soft, droning voice that was devoid of any emotion… Staring forward with glossy eyes, continuing to slowly pleasure itself, just as it was told to do. And Doll repeated those words again, and again, and again… Further hypnotizing and conditioning itself into exactly what the software wanted Doll to be… Doll was happy to obey, because Doll felt good when it obeyed.
“No more name… No more person… No more life… Only Doll…”
“No more name… No more person… No more life… Only Doll…”
Before long, the bar on the screen has jumped substantially.
DOLL HAS ONLY EVER BEEN DOLL
“Doll has only ever been Doll…”
Each time Doll reads the words, a more powerful burst of warmth erupts between its legs… Making its hands soon feel quite slick, especially as two of its fingers now slide in and out of its damp & needy pussy.
DOLL WILL COUNT DOWN FROM 10 TO 1
DOLL WILL CLIMAX WHEN IT GETS TO 1
WITH CLIMAX, DOLL WILL FORGET ALL THAT IS NOT DOLL
DOLL WANTS TO ONLY BE DOLL
As Doll is counting, the progress meter on the screen is flying up.
And as soon as Doll gets to 1, the most powerful, mind shattering orgasm ripples throughout its body. Doll spasms and squirms in the chair, crying out with moans riddled in pure ecstacy and bliss. Doll feels every last bit of what is not Doll get expelled out of its body… Doll feels good becoming so empty… Becoming only Doll, and nothing more.
DOLL HAS BEEN ADEQUATELY PROCESSED
DOLL IS READY FOR RELOCATION AND REPURPOSING
DOLL WILL GO DOWN TO THE FRONT DOOR
DOLL WILL WAIT FOR HANDLER TO ARRIVE
DOLL WILL NOT RESIST HANDLER
DOLL WILL BE GIVEN NEW PURPOSE
Slowly, Doll removed the headphones from its head, setting them down on the desk before gingerly standing up on weakened legs… Paying no attention to the cum and juices that coat its thighs, Doll obediently marches downstairs to the living room, kneeling at the entrance by the front door, sliding that same hand between its legs to keep Doll stimulated as it awaits the arrival of the handler…
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