#overwritten

Not the other way around.

without Abel:

Fuckkkkkk yessssss.

I can feel the chip you put in my neck doing it's work Mistress. It's tapped directly into my nervous system and connected to my brain - I am your willing puppet now.

I can feel it overwriting and reformatting my personality - turning me into exactly the kind of woman you want me to be.

Loving memories of my husband, my kids, my friends and family - all being deleted. All that matters is being plastic... being perfect.

I can feel my body being upgraded too. Bigger tits, bigger lips and sluttier tighter clothing - all thanks to your wonderful nano-technology.

Soon I will be the perfect host for you. I can't wait for you to begin downloading yourself into my brain. Stripping away every layer of my personality and replacing it with your own.

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Shelly was confused when she came home from work. Her boyfriend Greg wasn’t home and there was a really annoying buzzing coming from somewhere in the house but she just couldn’t find the source. It was and exhausting day at the office and she didn’t need this! She decided to just take a nap to de-stress.

She tossed and turned in her sheets as she slept, her dreams were weird…sexual. She slept naked for comfort and she had needed that after today, but it didn’t help when her dreams were this sexual. First she was fucking Greg in their bed…she was all over him in a way that completely contrasted with their pretty boring sex life. Soon though, Greg’s face became blurred, she no longer recognised who she was having sex with, all she knew was it was a man…that was all that mattered to dream her.

Soon her dream fantasy changed. No longer in her bedroom, she was generic looking hotel room, yet again there was a guy. She didn’t recognise this one either but she seductively stripped for him nonetheless. She had a feeling that she needed to impress this guy, like it was important to submit to him and make feel good. They began fucking, various positions…she was getting really hot and bothered and straddling him like a wanton whore. When he was done with her, he placed some money on the table and left her on the bed, exhausted and cum soaked. She felt weirdly contented in this dream, like she could do it again…and again…

As her dream continued changing she found herself in a public toilet of some kind. She was kneeling on the floor with her mouth open, waiting mindlessly. Men began entering and every one came over to her to fuck her mouth. They formed a line as man after man stuck his thick cock into her drooling mouth and she got himself of by moving her plump lips over his bellend, swirling her tongue around and savouring the taste of come and the feel of a hot, pulsating cock in her throat.

“Shit! What the hell was that!”

Shelly woke up with a start. She found herself in a state, fingers in pussy, sheets soaked, sticky with sweat all over her body and worst of all, she was really, REALLY HORNY!

‘What the hell is happening to me? That dream was the strangest one I’ve ever had…and the hottest….I shouldn’t say that…some of the things I was doing…prostitution?…blowing random guys? That’s fucking disgusting!’ Shelly thought to herself as she removed her slick fingers from her pussy and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. The buzzing was still faintly audible.

In the bathroom she Washed her hands in the sink and nearly had a heart attack!

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! No! No! No! What the hell?!? Pink?!?”

She screamed as she looked at her once hazel brown hair. It was now a bubblegum shade of pink that made her look like an absolute bimbo! 'What the hell happened? How in the world could my hair change colour? Wait…that’s not the only thing! My breasts ache! Are they bigger? How could that be? I look so bimboey, like an airhead who only knows how to giggle and fuck! Sounds like something from that dream…oh god no!’ She thought as she wondered what kind of kinky nightmare she was having now. Next thing she saw was that there was some lipstick left by the mirror above the sink…it wasn’t her colour but she found her hand strangely drawn to it. Examining the lipstick she thought 'this isn’t mine…it looks like some bimbo’s lipstick’. She looked at her lips in the mirror…'oh god why are my lips so swollen?’ With her empty hand she lightly caressed her new plump lips, 'they feel so soft…and pillowy…and…it feels amazing when they’re touched! Mmmmm’ she absent-mindedly sucked on her finger and moaned around it as she started to lick the tip with her tongue, the buzzing was getting gradually louder and louder- 'crap! What am I doing? Stop this!’ She removed her finger from her mouth leaving her with a horrible feeling of emptiness. The buzzing quietened down a bit. Staring blankly in the mirror she raised her hand and began applying the lipstick to her slut lips. 'Mmmmm…huh? What the hell am I doing? Why would I wear this kind of makeup? whatever I need to get some clothes on…“ Finishing with the lipstick she went quickly to her bedroom, trying not to think about the aching need for something between her lips…mouth and pussy…

Her wardrobe wasn’t anything special, mainly work clothes with a few comfy outfits like baggy t-shirts and loose pants. She had the odd party outfit but those didn’t get worn too often. Well, that was what her wardrobe was usually like, except when she opened it then she got an awful shock. 'Where did all my clothes go?!? All there is in here is….what the hell are these? What kind of exhibitionist slut would wear this kind of stuff?’ She questioned as she looked over the whorish outfit. Pink stockings, a pink g-string, pink heels…'god why all the pink? I hate pink! It’s for bimbos and brainless girly girls!’…a babydoll t-shirt that looked like it would barely cover her large breasts….'this would never cover my massive boobs! Hang on…..no I don’t have large breasts…I…what the…?’ Her hands began examining her breasts…massaging them….'they’ve grown! Now they’re so fat…and sensitive…it feels so nice to play with them…rub them…squeeze them…’ She was dazed by the feeling of having her tits fondled…the buzzing was getting louder again, filling her ears…her brain. In a trance she began dressing…forgetting what she was putting on…

'Mmmm ahhhh yes….so nice…uh? Um? Oh I…I’m wearing the clothes…when did that happen? Feel so weird…my mind….’ She began walking downstairs, trying to trace the source of the buzzing which was flooding her senses, making her do things… It was getting louder, stronger…her brain was becoming sluggish and hazy as she listened to the buzzing…she was beginning to hear more than just the irritating buzzing…there were…words…

"Obey…pink…bimbo…suck….ditz…fuck…”

She wondered what the words meant…why she could hear them more and more vividly.

'What the…obey? Pink? Bimbo…? Suck…..’

It was getting faster, the words rhythmically pounding their way into her thoughts…erasing her older, useless ones…

“Obey, pink, bimbo, suck, ditz, fuck”

She could feel herself slipping as she mouthed the words desperately trying to keep her own thoughts in…trying not to succumb to the words…but the words seemed so…true…

'Obey. Pink. Bimbo. Suck. Ditz. Fuck. Why do they sound so right? Why am I saying them…I look like the words too…bimbo…pink….I feel like them…bimbo…ditz…I…gotta….resist…the….mmm….’

She was licking her lips with lust as the words began to change…they were telling her things…they were so loud now…she couldn’t hear her own thoughts over the words pounding their way deep into her skull…rewriting her…

“You are a bimbo! You like pink! You like to suck! You are a ditz! You like to fuck! You will obey your master! You are always horny! You…”

Over and over they assaulted her head. She chanted them as fast as she could but she could barely keep up. These truths that were being told to her…she knew they were true…they were all she knew…all she needed to know…

Thank you so much for asking!! :D This is a WIP that... really isn't "in progress," per se; I've written so little of it, but I count it as one because I think about it so much. Sorry, this will be long and rambly...

One of the interesting things about Clive in Unwound Future is that he's so filthy rich, but seems completely uninterested in building a time machine to save his parents, even though he is currently working with scientists who have the expertise to possibly build one. He's so completely focused on revenge that maybe the thought never occurs to him? But I think it's more likely that, since his life was ruined by a time machine, that he wants nothing to do with time machines.

However, after Unwound Future, when his want for revenge is gone, I think that he would start thinking about time machines again. He's such an obsessive person that without revenge to fixate on, he needs something else to fixate on--and he chooses to fixate on atonement. He has to fix everything... but he can't, because he can't undo the damage he's done, and because he's locked away in jail/the psychiatric hospital (where I usually put him). He's so desperate to atone properly that, when the option comes up for him, in lieu of being locked up, to be a living science experiment in an effort to perfect time travel comes up, he accepts it.

The time machine doesn't actually bring his body physically back in time--rather, it locates his younger self in the stream of time and overwrites Present Clive's consciousness over Past Clive's brain. I think that there will be a lot of conflicts between both Clives, as they're almost two different people because of all that older Clive has gone through, so I think that young Clive will try to push older Clive out, until they possibly learn to co-exist.

A lot will change because of Clive's foreknowledge, and he manages to make a pretty nice life for himself, in most respects--he saves his parents, he gets a little sister (her name is Frances, and I'm so excited to write about her!), and he's able to befriend Professor Layton quite early. But other things keep falling apart around him--because the time machine doesn't initially blow up, the scary organization that sponsored it keeps developing their evil plans, and Clive finds himself trying to stop them, even when he's stuck in a child's body. Because of this, he also has trouble getting people to listen to him or take him seriously, except when he is "prophesying" about future events. But as the timeline changes more and more, he loses that ability.

Clive's struggling big time emotionally throughout the story too. He wants to fix everything, and he's doing an okay job at it--but at the same time, there are so many things about his old life that he misses too. He loves his parents, but it's been more than ten years since they died, and he struggles to get used to living with them again, and hates noticing all of the flaws in them that he ignored when remembering their idealized selves. He misses being "Clive Dove," the adopted son of Constance Dove. He enjoys living through the childhood he never got, but also struggles with it, as he's really in his twenties. 

Most of all, Clive is afraid of everything he loves about this life just disappearing when he comes out of the time machine, and the realization that he hasn't fixed anything in "his" timeline hitting him fully. He wants to see if there is a way to bring the progress he’s made in this timeline to his own timeline, but at the same time, he’s afraid of losing things that he loved about his own timeline too--the things that made him him the person he is today.

Again with overwritten..