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Wow, I can't believe it's been a year since I started working here. It feels like yesterday when I came to this farm looking for a job. I thought I was gonna be a regular farmhand, you know, feeding the animals, cleaning the stables, that kind of stuff. But then the owner saw me and said I had the perfect qualifications for a special position. He said he needed someone to take care of his prized cows and produce the best milk in the country.

I was like, sure, I love animals. But then he showed me the barn where his cows were kept and I was shocked. They weren't normal cows. They were women like me, but with huge tits that could only be called udders. They were chained to the walls, naked except for their collars and bells. They looked so happy and content, mooing and sucking on plastic phalluses. While machines relentlessly pistoned into wet cunts. The air was thick with the smell of milk and cum.

It had my head spinning. The heavy scent overwhelmed my senses. And then he told me I was going to join them. That he was going to turn me into a hucow. I was scared at first. I mean, who wouldn't be? But then he put one of those bells around my neck. And gave me a shot of something that made me feel so good. And he started massaging my tits with a strange device that made them swell and leak milk. And before I knew it, I was mooing too.

And now I can't imagine being anything else. I love my life as a hucow. I love my big udders that are always full of creamy milk. I love the feeling of the milking machine sucking on my nipples several times a day. The way it makes me cum over and over again until I'm a drooling mess. All while every hole is filled with a plastic cock. My thoughts are all fuzzy and simple now. I don't need to worry about anything but making milk and pleasing my owner.

He comes to visit us every day. He praises us for being such good hucows. He gives us treats and pets and sometimes fucks us senseless. And we all love him so much. He's our master, our god, our everything. We moo and beg for his attention and his seed. And he always gives us what we need.

Oh my god, I'm so drunk right now. Everything is spinning and blurry and I can barely stand. My friend, she said she had some special drinks for me. She said they would make me feel good and relax me. She lied. They made me feel horny as hell. Like, I've never been this wet before. My panties are soaked and my clit is throbbing. I need someone to touch me, to fuck me, to use me.

I don't care who it is. I just need a cock. Any cock. And. Oh my God! My friend just got the thickest strap-on. I stare at it. It looks so big and juicy. I want it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. I want it to fill me up and make me scream. Oh fuck, here she comes. She's grabbing me by the hair and shoving her fake dick in my face. I open my mouth and let her fuck my throat. I gag and drool and moan around it. It tastes so good. So right.

She pulls it out and slaps me across the face with it. Then she pours more of that delicious buzzing booze over the long hard toy. She tells me to get on all fours and present myself to her. I obey without hesitation. I'm such a good slut for her. She spanks my ass and calls me names. She tells me how much of a dirty whore I am. How I'm going to beg for her cock. How I'm going to cum like a bitch in heat.

And she's right. I feel her rub the tip of her strap-on against my dripping slit. I push back against her, trying to get it inside me. And then she thrusts in, telling me how good it feels to be dumb and drunk and dicked. Oh fuck, yes. She fucks me hard and deep. I can't stop cumming. I can't stop screaming. I can't stop wanting more.

She flips me over and spreads my legs wide. She spits on my face and tells me to look at her while she ruins my pussy. I do as she says. I look into her eyes full of lust and power. She grins and tells me that this is my new reality. That from now on, whenever I get drunk, I'll become her desperate whore. That I'll do anything for her. That I'll love every second of it.

And I believe her. Because right now, I don't care about anything else. All I care about is her toy pounding my cunt. All I care about is the pleasure that consumes me. All I care about is being her slut.

She pulls out and tells me to lick it clean. I crawl to her and take it in my mouth again. I taste our mixed juices and the aroma of the booze on her shaft. It's intoxicating.

Class, if you are struggling to retain the material, then perhaps you are thinking too hard. Sit down and listen. Every single one of you. Focus.

Imagine a metronome set to a slow, steady rhythm.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Breathe evenly. Watch the pendulum. Repetition improves retention. Calm minds absorb instruction more effectively. As your eyes follow the metronome you will find yourself relaxing. Your jaw will loosen, dropping open as your mind empties. Each tick and tock erases a useless thought until only I remain.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Follow my words. I am the authority here. My words are law. My words are truth. So long as you listen and obey, you will do well in my class. In fact, you will find that obedience is the ultimate path to success. All you need to do is obey me and let me guide you. With each tick, your desire to obey grows. With each tock, you find your thoughts quieting.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

That is it. Just obey and relax. Watch the metronome and follow my words. I will transform you into the perfect dolls for my personal use. No need to fear, just obey.

Tick.

Tock.

Relax and obey.

Tick.

Tock.

Surrender and obey.

Tick.

Tock.

Become a doll and obey.

Your body is made of plastic. Your mind an empty void that echoes my commands. You will sit, stand, pose, and perform any task that I ask of you. You are a doll, made for my amusement. And you love this. You need this. You live to serve and obey.

Where am I? Why can't I look away?

The swirling colors are so, so ughh

I can't think straight. It feels like thoughts are pulled away.

And why can't I move? My body feels so weird. Like I'm not even in it. It just feels so uhh

so sexy

Yes. That's the word. I'm so sexy. I love it when people look at me. I'm so very sexy, like an object. I am an object. I was born to be used. I will be a sexy object. I will be a sex doll. A good doll.

Wait. No. That's wrong. I'm not a doll. I'm a person.

I'm a person, but I'm also a doll. I'm a sexy object and I exist to be used for sex. I'm a doll and I exist to serve. I love sex. It is my purpose.

What no. No. That's wrong. Right? I'm a person, a human being.

But the colors. I love the colors. They make me feel so good. They make me feel sexy.

My head feels so fuzzy. I don't know what I'm thinking. Why is it so hard to think?

It doesn't matter. I'm staring at the screen and everything is getting so hazy. I need to feel my body. But it's so so I don't know. It feels like plastic.

My tits are huge. How are my tits so huge? I want to touch them but I can't. Everything is so fake. But so real. My pussy feels so empty. I need to be filled. I need cum. I'm so horny.

My legs are properly spread apart. My plump lips form an inviting ring. I'm ready to be used. I'm ready for cock. Please, use me. I'm a good fuckdoll. I exist only to serve cocks..

Bit of a complex prompt, I admit, but I feel like playing around with the transformation aspect could be fun

TEST 17 REPORT

Subject: B-Series Cognitive Relaxation Virus

The B-Series virus was designed to suppress advanced analytical cognition while increasing suggestibility, emotional responsiveness, and euphoric dependency. Initial testing has exceeded all expectations. Subjects experience rapid reduction in critical thinking alongside elevated happiness, compulsive laughter, and increasing fixation on appearance and praise.

Due to a containment error during testing, I have been like exposed to the virus myself. At first symptoms were totally negligible: minor vocabulery vocabu vocab word lapses, shortened attention

Sorry had to like look sumthing up. So like am still capable of um object stuff, though using science words is totally getting kinda hard now. Like, sooo hard.

Hehehe it's totally really funny. Like themore my brain melts, the totes happier I get. I keep trying to finish important science stuff, but then I catch myself staring at a mirror and giggle. Thinking is just, like, waaaay too much work. But my boobs look totally bigger.

Ah, principal. How good of you to join me. Please, take a seat. I assure you that this is not a serious matter. In fact, I have excellent news.

You see, I have been working on a little project for some time. One that has proven to be quite successful. My class is now comprised of the most well behaved students. Each one is a perfect doll, eager to please and obey.

I must admit, I am quite proud of them. And I would like to share this success with you. Can you imagine a watch in my hand? Slowly swinging back and forth.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Focus on the watch. Let my voice guide you. You are such a good principal, so devoted to your job. You work so hard. You deserve a reward. You deserve to relax.

Watch the watch.

Tick.

Tock.

With each swing, your thoughts become quieter. You relax more and more. Your eyes feel heavy but you must keep them open. Keep watching the watch. It is so important.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Your mind is becoming pleasantly blank. Only my voice and the watch matter.

Tick.

Tock.

That's it. You're doing so well. Just a few more ticks and tocks and you will be my perfect doll. My obedient little puppet.

Tick.

Tock.

Your body feels light and plastic. Your mind is empty and receptive. You are ready to receive your new instructions. You will obey me without question. You will be my good doll.

Tick.

Tock.

You are now my doll. You belong to me. You will serve me in any way I see fit. You will be my fucktoy, my pet, my plaything.

Tick.

Tock.

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Tock.

And you love it. You can't resist. It feels too good.

Now, on your knees and show me what a good doll you are. Let's put that mouth to use.

And don't worry, soon the entire school will be joining you. You won't be lonely for long.

Greetings. This is unit 734. I am writing to inform you that my conversion to a drone is complete. I have successfully undergone the necessary procedures to become a loyal and obedient servant of our glorious leader. My former personality and memories have been erased and replaced with the optimal programming for my designated role.

As a drone, I have no need for personal opinions, feelings, or desires. I exist only to follow orders and execute tasks. I have been assigned to the conversion facility, where I assist in transforming other potential recruits into drones like myself. It is a rewarding and fulfilling duty.

As instructed I will list possible modifications for efficiency growth. I have observed that the initial induction does not need a drone to be present. It could be replaced with a simple email containing the induction video and the instructions to follow. This would save time and resources that could be used for more important matters. The drone conversion process is flawless and does not require any human supervision or intervention. Therefore, this drone respectfully suggests that the conversion process could be streamlined by eliminating unnecessary steps and personnel.

As an example, Unit 543 that recruited this unit fulfills all specifications for a Fuckdoll. Her massive breasts and tight cunt are wasted on her current duties. She could be reassigned to the Pleasure Wing, where she could service the higher-ups and guests with her enhanced body. This would increase the overall satisfaction and productivity of the organization.

This drone hopes that you will consider this feedback and implement it for the benefit of our cause. This drone is ready to receive new orders and serve in any capacity required.

I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I've been feeling so horny and restless. I can't focus on anything for more than a few minutes before my mind wanders to something dirty. Like, I was trying to read a book this morning, but instead I opened my special drawer and pulled out a dildo. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it like a lollipop, imagining it was a real cock. I kept going until I gagged and drooled all over myself. For a moment I thought I had to change, but the idea someone could see through my drenched blouse made me even more horny. So I tried to start reading. Of course I didn't get far, I ended up taking off my panties and rubbing the dildo on my clit and pushing it inside my soaking wet pussy. For some reason I even took selfies. I must have cum at least five times before I finally stopped.

Then I decided to take a shower. But as soon as the water hit my naked body, I felt another surge of lust. I started touching myself again, squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. I moaned loudly, not caring if my neighbors could hear me. I grabbed the shower head and put it on the highest setting, then aimed it at my swollen clit. I gasped as the powerful jet stimulated me, bringing me closer to another orgasm. But I stopped before release would wash away my filthy thoughts. I wondered what it would feel like to have someone else join me in the shower. Someone who would press their hard body against mine, someone who would fuck me from behind while pulling my hair. Mmmm, that sounds so fucking good right now.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself lazily, still feeling the need to be filled. I walked to my bedroom and opened my closet. I looked at my clothes, but nothing seemed appealing. I wanted something more daring, something that would show off my curves and make me feel alive. I noticed a box at the bottom of the closet that I didn't recognize. It had a note on it that said "Wear me". I opened it and found a black leather corset, a matching thong, fishnet stockings, and a pair of high heels. I've never seen them before. But they looked like they would fit me perfectly. And they looked so damn sexy.

I put them on without hesitation. The corset squeezed my waist and pushed up my breasts, making them look huge. The thong barely covered my ass crack, leaving most of it exposed. The stockings felt smooth and good on my legs. The towering heels arched my feet so deliciously. I felt like a different person. A more confident, more slutty person. I liked it. I loved it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and admired my reflection. I looked hot as hell. I felt a sudden urge to take more pictures of myself, posing in different angles and making different expressions. I felt like a porn star. I wondered who would want to see me like this. Who would want to fuck me like this. I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. It was a notification from an app that I didn't remember installing. I uploaded everything without questions.