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Uuummmm like…. When I said i wished things were all normal again I think…. I think I wanted to like, be differents? But now I totes feel like I’s always been this way…. Ooooooh soooo horny! Imma start dripping everywhere if I don’t get fucked soon, just like always!
Im so glad my friends offered me all the yummy cock I could ever need…. All I gotta do is like, clean their houses dressed all sexy with my hungry pussy all hanging out…..
Like, can I have another wish? I wanna wish for bigger boobies so I’s gets even moooooore cocks! Yummy!
You wake up one morning to some…. Unexpected changes. For one thing, there’s a man you’ve never met before sitting at the end of your bed. For another thing, this isn’t even your bed you’ve woken up in. Or your room. Or your body.
You look down and are stunned to see what a fake plastic Cali bimbo must see in the mirror every morning. Taught, ripe female flesh, massive fake boobies topped with raging hard nipples, topped again with huge, thick piercings. Below that, you don’t know. But you can guess. You cant see past your own enormous tits to your crotch, but you can feel something there. Something warm, soft, and achingly empty…
You stare blankly at your new chest, for a moment, lost for words. You distantly wonder if you should be wondering if this is a dream…. But somehow the thought gets lost in the breeze between your ears.. as your hand woozily reaches towards your aching nipple….
“I do apologise for the inconvenience, but I need settle a bet with a friend, so I need to borrow you and your body for a few days or so. You’ll feel a little disorientation to start with… But eventually you’ll acclimate and regain your full motor functions.”
You slowly blink and let this information sink in trying to draw conclusions about what all this means. It takes a while. Thinking is sooooo slooooow…. Like wading through a swamp of cotton candeee….. Hehehehe…..
“Anyway, some things i suppose you need to be aware of. I’m sure you’ve noticed these,” he says, gesturing towards the ornate jewelry hanging from your fat pink nipples. “I discovered a new artifact set, and my friend thinks they might be cursed. See, ancient empresses didn’t fancy the idea of being burgled after they had passed on, so a few of the nasty ones made sure anyone robbing them would regret ever doing so. I think these are replicas, and as we’re reputable movers of fine plunderings…. best to catalogue correctly which ones contain which curses before we allow them into the market.”
The man chats cheerily as, (mostly to distract himself from your reaction) he unceremoniously starts to unscrew and remove the piercings from your swollen nipples. You can’t yet move properly or speak, but what’s happening in your body is mind-shattering. The metal being lightly jostled inside the holes in your flesh is like a earthquake, sending you spiralling upwards into arousal. You start panting desperately, your defenseless cunt starts twitching, pulsing, spasming… If you could move, there’s no telling how desperately, frantically you’d be fingering yourself.
“Good thing too, before I put them in, your body was quite…. different. There we are.”
The man moves his hands away, and your bulging eyes take in a new sight. He’s removed the artifact jewelry and replaced them with simple silver rings, but somehow you don’t understand what this means. Your thinking is coming even slower, which is reasonable since you feel like someone just blasted your brain’s pleasure centers with a fire hose.
“Anyway,” the man stands, taking out a notebook and reading some indistinguishable scrawl. “The jewelry of Bambania of the Amazons, supposedly cursed in two distinct ways. Firstly, the wearers mind desperately seeks to repeat the process of being pierced with the jewelry again and again.”
“If these are indeed the correct pieces, I’d like to find out what happens to this effect if you no longer possess the artifacts. Please keep careful notes of any urges you might have,” he says, placing a pen and paper on the desk beside the bed before continuing.
“Secondly, the wearer receives sexual pleasure from stimulating any point of entry into the skin, as though they possess extra erogenous zones where their piercing points are situated. For example, you’d feel extreme, overwhelming pleasure… if they were to be tugged on.
A deep moans escapes your limp body as the sensations that shoot through you again trample your nervous system. White hot, searing pleasure, an entirely new kind of orgasm brands itself into your mind. You lay there shuddering, tears streaming down the side of your face as your nipples shoot wave after wave of pure heat into your numb brain. The man packs the earrings into a suitcase and heads for the only door.
“I’m going to let these effects run their course for a few days, and we’ll be recording your activity. You’ll be locked in, for your own safety, but there’s food and supplies to keep you until I return. Your motor functions should return in…. Eighteen minutes.”
And then he leaves, locking the door with a clunk. And you stare at the huge, throbbing nipples adorned with jewelry in front of your face…. And wait.
Artifact notes: piercings; bambania (amazon).
Subject regressed quickly to animal state once functions returned. Despite massive biological changes to their body, subject was unable to refrain from stumulating their pierced nipples for the first 120 minutes of activity. After this time passed, subject lapsed into unconsciousness for approximately twenty-nine minutes. Upon waking, subject managed to resist the temptation to tug on the cursed area and began to search for food.
Subject discovered the piercing kit hidden in the room and for approximately 4 minutes completely froze, apparently battling with the urges bought on by the curse.
Curiously, the first thing the subject did after moving was to swiftly isolate and pierce their clitoris. This was the first time they had shown any attention to their vagina at all.
After this, with a piercing entry point in the most sensitive part of their body, the subject fell into a loop of relentless masturbation, followed by adding another piercing to their body, followed by more masturbation. Subject never continued looking for food, and failed to even attempt to escape the experimentation cell.
After the 72 hour control period, the subject is unrecognisable, completely covered in self-performed piercings. Subject has not shown any interest in escape, revenge, or even verbal communication, but they do seem to retain some kind of intelligence, as evidenced by the use of ribbons to stimulate many entry points simultaneously. Subject has maintained a constant extreme level of sexual arousal for entire test duration, production of sexual fluids and saliva has increased tenfold. Subject eagerly engages in sexual intercourse with anyone who touches her body modifications, despite the fact that she has not come into contact with the artifact again since initial test.
Nipple Studs of Bambania: Confirmed.
Recommendation: Sell high.
Subject return? Negative. Sell to slave trade. Such a unique niche should return high profit.
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A special story for (and about) @myassisforyou per her request…
Ah, waking up are we?
Wh-what? Wh-where am I?
You have volunteered to be part of a little experiment.
E-experiment? I - I didn’t…
Well…I supposed more accurately you were volunteered, by one of your fans who works for us. They thought you would make a perfect test subject here at The Company.
T-Test subject? For what?
Well - your blog indicates a love for humiliation and showing yourself. But never your face, of course. Which means you want these things…but don’t want anyone to know about in your, ahem, “real life”.
Wh-why do…do I…f-feel funny…?
Mmmm…well…have you ever tried certain…party drugs?
P-Party…?
Never mind. Suffice to say the chemical you have been given mimics the effects of one of the more popular ones, though with perhaps a slightly more…sexual edge. Though it is the other effect that particularly interests us…
Other…eff-ohhhhh…why do I f-feel so…good?
Ahh - it is indeed kicking in then. What is most interesting about this new chemical is that in addition to…well, that - it also makes the brain somewhat… malleable. Such that actions taken while on the drug become…permanent cravings.
Permanent? …I - ohhhh goddd…wh-what…d-do you…
Well as an example, one of our poor assistants thought it would be a good idea to “borrow” a sample for a night out dancing, without fully understanding the effects. Unfortunately she became so aroused that she thought she would take a moment to masturbate before she left the apartment. Poor thing.
Wh-what…what do you-
Well, I’ll show you. The effects wear off at first, you see - a sort of hangover. Then - usually within a day or so, the drug starts to…”come back up”. Permanently. So first, we caught her at her desk - clearly forgetting that we have cameras most everywhere…

And then, a little while later in the bathroom, where she was ultimately discovered…

She’d been in there for quite some time at this point. And now…well - here is her live feed…

She will pretty much keep at it until she passes out, then wake up and start again. Interestingly, she sobs pitifully if she is made to stop, even if someone else is touching her or fucking her. Only actually masturbating with her fingers seems to satisfy her.
Oh god - you - you can’t make me…I - I won’t ohhh I won’t touch m-myself…ohhh godd….
Touch yourself? Oh of course not. We already know what happens with that. No, you are here to test something else entirely. You see - while someone else touching her is useless, she will quite enthusiastically suck any cock put into her mouth to completion. Our speculation - based on corroborating evidence from her past boyfriends - is that she may have been fantasizing about that while masturbating, and that imprinted itself as well.
I - I don’t…oh god <sob>…I w-won’t t-touch my…w-wait…what are you doing?
Don’t you see? If we are correct, then fantasies - and more importantly we may be able to make suggestions! That is what you are here to test.
Why are you tying m-my hands? Ohhh god…
Well, though you protest you will not touch yourself, we’d like to make sure of that. You’re only experiencing a tiny bit of the drug, you see…it’ll be, oh - another hour or so before you are fully…”rolling”, I believe the term is. In the meantime, we’d like you to listen to this track we have prepared for you, so we can test the results shortly.
What? Headphones? No - please, don’t-
You are incapable of touching and pleasuring yourself.
What?!
No matter how aroused you become, no matter how much you would like to, you will never again be able to touch yourself for the purposes of pleasure.
WHAT?!! NO!!
You are constantly and permanently wet and aroused.
Oh god <sob>!
The more on display you are, the more people watching you, the more aroused you will become.
What? Please…please stop…
The more embarrassed you are by being on display, the more aroused you will become.
No - please…stop!
You are desperate for pleasure. Desperate to be touched and played with and used.
OH GOD!
You will let yourself be touched and played and used with by anyone.
<sob>
But you will only be capable of reaching orgasm with someone the first time you are with them.
wh-what?!
No matter how aroused you become, you will only be able to orgasm if you are servicing someone new.
WHAT?!??
Whenever you meet someone who you have not yet serviced, you will become desperately aroused by them. You will do anything, let them use you however they like, to get them to play with you.
<sob> pleeeeeeease! oh godddd….
Your body is for everyone. Your mouth is for everyone. Your pussy is for everyone. Your ass is for everyone.
Track repeats.
You are incapable of touching and pleasuring yourself…
Help meeeeeeee!!
To be continued…
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Ooooh this was soooo fucking sexy!!!
I’ve been through some changes recently… it seemed only fitting to update my profile picture to match my mental state…..
Enjoy the new me!
“Goddammit, when I said I wished I could go back to drinking beers with my friends, this isn’t what I meant either!”
“But *BUUUUURP* that waaaas a lotta beer to chug all at once….. And I do still have this cock hungry pussy that I was *hic* dum enough to wish for….”
*inebriated sway*
“Holdon a sec kay? I jus… I jus thunka somethin…. Hold my beer for just like a second…. And then we can toooootally do wish three kay I promise….“
“Wait…. You’re leaving me here?!! Wha… What about changing me back into a man? You promised, you said if i agreed to be your guinea pig you’d-”
“Yeah, I’m gonna cut you off right there. These guys have volunteered to fund my further research into body reshaping, for as long as I leave you here, to have potenital training regimes tested out on you! And maybe drop off an extra girl every once in a while. Long story short…. I’m gonna take the money, you’re staying exactly as you are, and you’re going to be THEIR guinea pig until I decide otherwise.”
“WHAT?! You can’t be serious, we’ve been best friends for like, 10 years! How are you even considering leaving me with these…. people??? Get these fucking cuffs off me!”
“Shut the fuck up, slut. You think just coz you’re in a chicks body that suddenly makes it okay to sleep with my wife? You asshole, you cunt, enjoy your stay here at the farm….”
“Hang on, hang on…. this seriously isn’t a joke? You’re seriously going to leave me like this? A-and all the way out here in the middle of nowhere? I’m not going to fuck them if that’s what you’re thinking, just because you and I did-”
“We’ll I say like this, but I mean more like this! Heeeere’s your very first livestock shot!”

“Oh dude…. Whaaaaa? Ooooh everything….. funny…. Soooooo…..”
*gurgling sounds*
“Yeah that shut you up…. You can expect regular doses jabbed in your fat cunt eeeevery day, the farmhands say it helps with keeping you docile and uh…. I think the word they used was ‘receptive’ to your training. You’ll be this wet, and leaky, and stupid almost all the time! Fun right?”
“Guuuuuhhhh…… muhhhhh……”
“Good luck out here, MAN, these guys are the real deal. By the time we meet next, your slut holes are all going to be equally hypersensitive, your nipples are going to feel so much better than your pathetic little cock ever did, and your ‘personailty’ will be an obedient little pile of mush that these people can use to make money with. Have fun!
“Huuuuuuuuugh…. nuuuuuugh….. Mmmmmmh….”

“Well, you guys can take it from here, yeah? Cool, bye guys! I’ll be back to see her in a couple months, really try and train that asshole okay? I want him…. Uh HER, coming on my cock non-stop!”
….
“Oh, hey you were the guy who bought us Bess right? Sweet lil gal, she’s been with us for like, a year now! Where have you been? We never saw you back.”
“Oh, I’ve been busy, you know. How is a little bitch? All broken in?”
“Yeah, you… uh… you could say that. She hasn’t had much going on in the noggin for a while…. ever since we started milkin’ her she’s been all spacey, ya know what I mean? Doesn’t really do anything except masturbate and beg to be fed.”

“You stuck her with the diet we talked about?”
“Yes, sir! Semen only, sometimes we didnt have enough human stuff in stock, but she’s learned to make do.”
“Well, excellent! Saddle her up, would you? I want to go in and say hi….”
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Oh god…what have I done…what have I done!?? I didn’t mean…I mean, when I bought that little statue from that man while my wife was on her business trip last week, that he said would make my conservative wife “act more like my fantasies”, I didn’t think it would really…!
I - I guess I should have noticed…should have realized her boobs were even bigger than they had been…something that had floated through my mind after I’d picked up the statue, making me laugh…

There she was, apologetic for waking me up after coming home from a late night at work. The first thought that popped into my sleep-muzzy head was how cute she was…and I just wished that she’d be a little more horny…a little more seductive…like the dream I’d been having…
I - I guess I should have realized something was wrong when she shivered, then giggled, then just slid her top off - so unlike her…

But I’d pretty much forgotten about the statue…and watching her, I couldn’t really think straight…and then she giggled…
Oh god…I think - I think I must have imagined her dumber right then…she’s always been smarter than me, but that giggle…and then she started giggling even more…and dropped her bra…and…

Oh god…my brain just turned off…her boobs were definitely bigger, but I didn’t even think about why I mean would you? Just wished that my cute, nerdy wife was horny and slutty and…
And then I was on my back and she was moaning and squealing as she plunged her wet - oh god so wet - pussy down on my cock, and she was moaning such nasty things - things she’d never said, but that I was wishing she might…and in my head she was everything she was saying - a dirty slut…a stripper…a whore…and I looked up…

(Had she been wearing that little tie before…?O)
OH GOD! I came so hard inside her, watching her suck her own nipple, which she’d NEVER done in our years of marriage. And she came, squealing explosively on top of me…
And then…as I slowly regained my senses, but before I could wonder why this was happening, my mind again wandered to a long-standing fantasy…one I knew would never happen…with my wife hating sucking cock and utterly disgusted by the idea of tasting pussy…
The soft whimper and confused expression should have made me realize…but how could I have known? And how could I even think as she slid her big tits down my body, and…
Oh god…the whimpers of her need need mixed with disgust, her eyes flickering in confusion. My mind added to the fantasies of her, of the kind of woman she was…of the things she would do if asked…she would be a slut who would never say no. It was all so hot…so impossible…I think some part of me must have thought I was still dreaming, especially when she looked up at me with a soft grunt, and I realized the other sound I was hearing was her fingers working inside her own wet, messy pussy…

I came hard into her mouth, with her moaning and whimpering again, a look of surprise on her face. My wife’s inexpert cock-sucking skills meant the cum dripped out of her mouth, onto me, onto the bed, especially when she started to cum herself. As I groaned, dazed, the thought crossed my mind that surely a slut like her would clean up any messes…
I drifted off, now sure I was still dreaming, to my wife, a confused look on her face, starting to lick the cum from my thighs and balls, and pulling two slimy fingers from inside herself to her mouth to lick them clean as well, nose wrinkling in disgust…
When I woke up in the morning, she was gone.
At first, I was unconcerned - just even more convinced the night had been a dream. My wife works too hard, and is often gone before I wake and home after I am asleep. So I rose for the day as normal.
Perhaps if I’d noticed the cum stains on the sheets then, largely but not completely licked clean, I would have at least called her, to check in, and ask what had been dream and what had been real last night.
If only…

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Embarrassingly, it wasn’t till the next day that I grew worried. She usually would wake me if we missed each other, and the lack of responses to my texts amplified my concerns. When a call to her office revealed she had been there neither yesterday nor today, well…I panicked.
It took me almost a week to find her.
It was only luck that I did. Someone found her cell phone and called me, and when I asked them where they found it…
Well.
When I entered the strip club, I couldn’t imagine that I could be right. It was only then that I began to wonder with horror - could this…have something to do with that statue? It was impossible…it couldn’t have…
The first girl I described my wife to giggled and grinned.
“Oh, sure, we all know her! The new girl! She’ll be out on stage later, but she spends almost all her time in the back rooms.” Another giggle. “The way back room, mostly.”
Before I could ask her what that meant, or to plead that surely she must be wrong about the girl I described, the girl was drawn away by a man waving money at her.
Another series of questions led me to the back. But when I asked whether I could see a particular girl - a cute, nerdy girl with large breasts, and a broad smile, and a sweet laugh…and so smart…
Well, I was informed there was a girl here like that - except for the horrible laugh when I called her ‘smart’ - but she was busy. She was almost always busy. I could sign up for her waiting list if I liked…she’d be available in a few days.
Oh god - a few days!
Or…
Or, I could pay…an obscene amount of money to watch, with a different girl to entertain me. The way back room, where she spent her time, allowed for that…
So I handed over my money. And feeling sick, followed one of the girls back - she’d be happy to entertain me while I watched, she offered - to a dark doorway in a dark hallway…
When I entered the door, I was shocked at what I saw. Multiple guys and multiple girls, moaning loudly on the other side of the floor to ceiling two way mirror. Fucking and sucking….
And one…
Pressed up against the mirror…

The sound she was making - a loud, squealing, rhythmic grunt, filled with pleasure and pain and confusion and humiliation and so very, very much lust.
I tried to pretend the noises weren’t familiar. It couldn’t be her. The one thing my wife was more disgusted by than being with a girl was anything near that forbidden hole.
Then he shifted her back, and it became quite clear that the other, less forbidden hole had been well used too…

Dazedly, I asked the girl with me who that was…
“Oh, her? That’s the new girl. She’s the only one of us that will take it up the ass - she’ll pretty much do anything anyone asks though. She’s pretty popular - even with the other girls…”
Not daring to ask what that meant, I choked out: “Wh-what’s her name?”
“Oh, we don’t know,” the girl giggled, “She won’t tell us. She just calls herself ‘Slut’. But honey, I’m right here, too…”
With a pout at my divided attention, the girl slid a hand down the front of my pants and grinned up at me on finding me to be mortifyingly hard. It would be a couple more minutes before she abandoned me in disdain, taking me for just a voyeur.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the girl through the mirror. I couldn’t find an angle where I could see her face, just could hear her squeals as she came when the first guy came in her ass…loud, confused yelps of pleasure…until she pitched forward, shuddering and whimpering in exhaustion.
The guy pulled his cock from her abused rear hole, eliciting a shocked, shuddering squeal - of what sensation or emotion it was impossible to say. Then his friend stepped up, with a barked laugh.
“Thanks for loosening her up back there.”

The small whimpering chirps as the next guy worked his cock into the woman’s ass were confused - but when he growled a directive at her to help she levered herself up, spreading herself for him - and moaned loudly as he started to work his cock into her cum-slicked asshole.

The shocked, pleasured grunts went on for several moments until he ordered her to roll sideways, to make room for another of the men in the room…the sound she made this time was purely pleasure, as the guy took position at her other hole…

The woman’s screams of pleasure filled the room, still filled with a tinge of confusion and surprise, rising to a scream as the two men filled her holes…and her screams rose to breathy shrieks as they filled her with cum.
When they finally pulled out, leaving her on all fours - still frustratingly (mercifully?) faced away from the mirror - the woman knelt, shuddering and whimpering, immobilized by the aftershocks of her many orgasms…cumming again with a series of shocked squeaks as the second guy pulled out of her pussy…

She moaned and dripped while the guys high fived and chuckled down at the exhausted, well-used woman. Finally, she got shakily to her feet, starting to pull up her panties, her cunt still dripping with what was clearly much more than just one man’s cum…and I tried to pretend I didn’t know that lovely back…the curve of that ass…

“What are you doing, honey?”
“I - I’m sorry, sir?”
I heard her voice - that pathetic, servile, trembling voice, thick with lust and humiliation and confusion…and utter obedience - and I died a little inside. I still refused to believe…it couldn’t be…
“Turn around…let’s see that nasty pussy and ass of yours…”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
And turned.
And I stared into the pretty face of my wife for the first time in a week.
Her eyes were dull, those of a girl with little going on upstairs, beyond a faint look of confusion - though even now she panted slightly with obvious arousal. At another instruction, she leaned forward, her huge tits filling the mirror, tilting her abused ass and pussy back for a better view to her…clients.
“I’m gonna go again,” one of the guys said with a grin.
“In her pussy?“
“Oh, hell no - only Leon is nasty enough to fuck that after…how many other guys came in you tonight, honey?”
A flicker of utter horror crossed her face, and her eyes welled with tears. Her fingers twitched on the glass as her brow furrowed in…concentration?
“Um…M-more than five, sir? I - I h-have trouble c-counting more than that…”
I choked out a sob as the guys laughed.
“But we’re the first ones in your ass tonight?”
“Y-Yes sir. It c-costs more. The first time. I’ll be cheaper for the next group.”
I watched as the laughing guy moved behind her, grabbing her hips. Watched her pretty mouth open in surprise, her eyes flicker with horror even as she let out a shocked grunt as the guy slid into her ass once more, and began to fuck her. Her grunts began to match her wide eyes and open mouth - shocked and horrified at her obvious enjoyment of the use of her forbidden hole, her confusion slowly turning to the pure, mindless pleasure of a complete slut.
I touched my fingers to hers on the glass, eyes filled with tears, watching her huge tits bounce with each thrust…, knowing she couldn’t see me…

…knowing she couldn’t see my hard cock in my hand…couldn’t see how hard I came when she did, covering the mirror with my own cum, to match the continuing slow drip from her pussy and ass…
I’d like to say I didn’t cum again when the guy slid out of her ass with a slurp, when he told her to clean some of the cum from her pussy while she sank to her knees in front of him, when I watched her lick her slimy fingers clean, playing with her big tits and looking at the enormous cock that had just been in her ass with an expression of slutty delight…with no hint of my sweet, smart, shy wife in any part of her expression…

I’d like to say that I didn’t cum then…
The girls say she doesn’t leave the club. She rarely leaves that room. The owners are happy to have her stay there - not only because she just as enthusiastically pleasures them as anyone else…
But also because they often find on all fours her cleaning up after herself. And the other girls. Quite thoroughly.
In fact, one of the girls confided to me, most of the girls go to the back room often themselves, when otherwise unoccupied. Particularly if they’ve been…busy themselves. The first time she was back there with another girl, she got beneath her after the guy was done, and just started cleaning her out. Without even being asked!
Apparently she’s not very good with her mouth down there otherwise.
But she’s getting better.
I don’t know what else to do.
But at least I’m on the list now.
I guess I’ll see my wife again in a few more days…
Or…
Maybe I’ll come watch her again tomorrow…
Just once…
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Wander, at it again! Delicious….
When i wished for 24-hour access to a swollen, cock-hungry cunt, this was not what I had in mind…
Sorry for the lack if posting, I’ve been super busy! But rest aasured, some juicy stuff is on its way…
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