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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

erikscoffee asked:

Recently single male, still into my big breasted ex who is flaunting her dates on Snapchat. Really just want her back in my life at any cost

I’ve got some bad news, guy. She’s over you. These taken those big ol’ titties and she’s moved on. And as much as i have fun tweaking reality and making people into weak-willed horny sluts, there’s nothing on Quezacotl’s green earth I can do that will force her to love you again. So… a workaround?

It’s a good thing you said you’d do anything at all to have her in your life again. I tried several scenarios and each time, she rejected you… I made you her pet, her slave,even her blank doll…. She sold you off for pennies on the dollar every single time.

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Luckily, I’m a creature of much and varied creativity! I looked into her soul, and I found something I could make you that she’d never abandon…. her one weakness… loyalty to family. So a little concentration and a few hours of spells, and I was able to warp reality a tad, to turn her into your mommy! Now you’re her little bitch son, and no matter how much she dislikes you, she’s stuck with you forever!

I know what you’re thinking… Couldn’t i have removed her memories of her dislike for you, freeing you up for a second go at a happy fulfilling romantic relationship?  Well, yes, quite easily. But i like a challenge. You said you would pay any cost… not that she had to.

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It’s too bad too… This was all I could do to change your relationship… but now…. she’s always treated you like shit, since she always wanted a daughter. Not a boy, someone who could never share her love of dressing up slutty and putting her huge titties on display. I don’t know if you recall…. Give it a second… but a few years ago, just after your 18th birthday, your ex-now-mommy found a little workaround herself. A finishing school for little sissy sluts, and without a second thought she had you shipped off for a little re-education and some light facial surgery. But on the bright side, you don’t have to worry about being left out of all the snapchat fun and games… her story feed, known to the masses as “My Little Bitch Son” now features your increasingly feminized and humiliated face every single day!

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So, congratulations! Your relationship with this woman is closer now than it has ever been, because now you can finally help mommy score! You get to dress up like a little mini-her and be her wingman, helping her bring guy after guy home to fuck her holes and spray hot cum all over those huge titties! It’s a nightmarish job for someone that wants her all to themselves… especially since she makes you watch while you entertain any friends her sex buddies happen to be with… But it’s one that’s going to become a whole lot easier once she sends you in for your very own boob job next week!

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Anonymous asked:

24 y/o male who goes to the gym every 4 weeks. Gotta say I’m looking pretty good. Do your worst

Once a month huh? Your gym must not be very exciting… i actually know a better one! Its real convenient, and its so enthralling you’ll find yourself going back there every day! Don’t even worry about not knowing how the machines work, they’re all automatic, so no need to freak out about making a dickout of yourself in front of the ladies. Don’t worry about anything that happens there actually… they’ll backwipe your brain as you leave anyway to protect their proprietary designs. Don’t worry about that either, it’s only till just before you walked in, so you’ll just be left with some vague memories of being on machines.. And this repeating, nagging thought that…. the gym was really… great? You should go back tomorrow!

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But i was right about one thing…it’s getting results! You’re just… Not all that sure what they are. Like, you spend aloooot of time looking in the mirror, trying to figure it out. Something's…. different about your appearance, but for the life of you, it’s beyond you what it actually is…. Every time you look down at your body, you feel like the answer is bouncing around in front of you…. But like, what were you thinking about again?

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I should just mention though, that you wanted my worst. My worst? Have you not read of the fucked up shit I’ve done to people in the past? But maybe…. That’s what you want? Well here’s a twist for ya…. Nobody gets a happy ending with me. So hey, lucky you…. No fuckdoll mods for you! I’m not going to give you a tight little pussy to play with! You can keep that little shriveled thing you can’t keep your hands off of, i think its cute. I’m not going to make your nipples into clits, or oversensitize your lips….. I’m not even going to modify your ass, like…. At all! And me, i looooove modifying asses. It gets me up in the morning. But nope. Not for you. If you want pleasure from being fucked up your pooper (and trust me, you’re going to want it to be pleasurable), you’re going to have to start training it. Extensively. I think your new gym actually has a machine for that! It’s not automated though… i hope you’re good at squatting!

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True Helplessness Pt.2

A sharp knock on your door snaps you away from staring at the doorknob of your new roommate’s closed door. Your coffee has gotten cold, you’ve been wordlessly standing there for that long. The last few days have been… Uneventful. You keep expecting to hear something, to sense something, but your house has been all quiet. You want so badly to go in there, to check on him, to see what kind of state he’s in, but you promised you wouldn’t. Not even to bring him some water. The first three days, he said, were crucial… Like a caterpillar in a cocoon, he needed to remain totally isolated, even the smallest piece of input could bring him out of his trance. He needed his first outside contact to be from his “hypnotherapist”.

Who is probably the one banging on your door right now.

You don’t know what sort of person you were expecting… maybe a skeezy guy holding a pocket watch, but a professionally dressed woman with a black breifcase and her hair tied up in a bun certainly wasnt it. She greets you warmly, and smiles at your stunned expression. She’s hot! What’s a woman like this doing making house calls to hypnosis fetishists? She assures you she’s here to see your boarder and asks whether you’ve resisted the urge to look inside. You blush, but tell her that no, you haven’t so much as cracked the door into the room. She seems pleased to hear this, but gestures you to leave her to her patient.

You pause for a split second, your eyes flicking to the door. You realize too late that this woman’s presence has given you a huge, throbbing boner. You want to see inside? She inquires casually, trying not to smirk. You stutter something about being too busy, and quickly leave them to it. You don’t want this beautiful woman to think you’re aroused by what’s happening in there.

But as you brew a new coffee, you find yourself getting curious. Moreso than you’ve ever felt before. What’s going on in there? What are they doing? You sneakily sidle up to the door, pressing your ear against the cold, hard wood. What you hear from the woman you let in makes you cock throb like never before.

“Oh, that’s a good girl… what a good little slut, sitting like this for so long… You’re such a posable little toy, you could sit like this for days, and you will… You’re barely started yet… There we go…. Lets get these off you… oh, pretty! *snap* nothing going on in there at all, gooood little bitch…. Here, drink this… good girl…. All of it, there you go…. Okay slut, time to lie down. On the floor here…..”

You listen through the door as the hypnotherapist starts a routine, getting her patient to relax…. to allow more information in…. to absorb it permanently more and more. Your hand starts to creep into your pants as you start to get an idea of what sort of instructions your guest has been mindlessly listening to. Hes in there… addicting himself to sex. Sex as a woman! With men, with women, always as the submissive, the obedient, taking cocks inside him…. God, why would anyone do that to themselves? But you look down at your throbbing cock, and part of you thinks…. That actually is pretty hot… not being feminized, that sounds like a nightmare…. But fucking a brainwashed little bitch? One who has willingly erased his mind and turned himself into a demure little doll? You can kinda see the appeal in that….

You pull you hand out of your pants, not quite sure how to deal with that thought. Would you? Could you? Will you get to? And suddenly there’s a click, and the door you’re eavesdropping through swings open and you’re left awkwardly standing where you know you’re not supposed to be with a very obvious bulge showing.

The therapist does not seem phased. She just smiles kindly and asks you if you’ll so your guest another favour? You nod, not really sure how else to react, and follow her back into the dark room.

Your eyes adjust and you swallow. The air is thick with sweat and…. Something else. Something girly smelling? Maybe the therapist sprayed something in here? You decide not to worry about it as your eyes fall on your guest. Lying on his back on the floor, his mouth hangs open and his eyes stare blankly at the ceiling above him. He’s wearing nothing but some kind of cage over his cock, which seems to be leaking fluid. He looks high out of his mind.

Your cock twitches.

The therapist explains to you that he’s not even in the room. He’s so deep in a trance and has been subject to severe brainwashing since you locked his door. She proves her point by roughly slapping his face. He doesn’t even blink.

So what does she want you to do? You ask, never taking your eyes off the hypnotized person in front of you. Two things, she responds, to add to your list of instructions. She hands you her suitcase, and opens it. Its full of syringes.

Every day at precisely 12pm, you are to enter the room and inject her with two of these syringes, she says, removing two of them. One in her rump, she demonstrates, plunging the needle into your guest’s ass and squeezing it empty… and the other into her lips. She swiftly does the same with the second syringe into the lip above his gaped mouth. Try to alternate top to bottom each day, she instructs, smiling.

You’re stare into the suitcase, at the rows and rows of needles you’ve just been asked to drug another human being with. You have so many questions about what is happening in here… but this woman is to beautiful, so intimidating in how calm she is…. so instead you ask, what’s the second thing? She grins, and drops her gaze to your still-bulging crotch. She needs you to… start feeding her, she begins. Her patient has… extremely specific dietary requirements, and she asks you if you’ll be willing to provide semen to feed her with?

Your cock twitches.

She chuckles as you stand with your mouth open, staring stupidly, not unlike the other occupant of the room. It’s alright, she assures you. She only needs a small amount to get by each day, perhaps two orgasms worth? She begins sitting up the hypnotized guy, and getting him back into his bondage rig. By the time she’s put his vr headset back on, you’ve mustered up the courage to speak.

How often, and how should you… administer it? You ask lamely. She packs her belongings, getting ready to restart the looping hypnosis. Oh, once or twice a day will be fine….  as for how to get it in her.. Well, she’s not gonna bite. Put that package you’re smuggling down her throat and just try to enjoy yourself!

She tells you she’ll see you in a few days for the next conditioning enforcement and with a smile leaves you alone in the room with a man in the process of brainwashing himself into a sex slave. This is happening.

Your cock twitches. You wonder if now will qualify as feeding time….

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True helplessness

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” You ask, running your finger over the large red button. This is all so weird.  When your friend, not really even your friend, this stranger you talk to on the internet, when they messaged you and asked if you could do them a favor… How could you say no to a deal like that? You didn’t think they would really take you up on your offer of a room. A room to stay in while they erase themselves.

“I’m sure…” he giggles, eyes wide, excited at what he’s finally doing. You’re thinking of him as a he, but even at a glance you can tell there’s something else going on there. He’s been taking something, surely. Men don’t have figures like that, waists that tiny. Men especially don’t have lips that large or such long beautiful hair…. What the fuck is up with this guy?

“You…. You’re not gonna rob me and leave me here are you?” He smirks, choosing not to look you in the eye. You feel a slight sting as you realise this is all part of it. He doesn’t even trust you. If he did, would it really count as “true helplessness”?

Because that’s why he’s here. You think back to the ad you responded to. It was only a few days ago, but things have moved so fast since then….

WANTED: A partner to help me experience true, complete helplessness. I will need a room in your home, in which I will dose myself with mind-altering drugs, bind myself beyond escape, and use hypnosis to fuck my mind beyond comprehension. You will need to take me to some pre-paid appointments, and watch over me to make sure I don’t die. After 40 days, my schedule will be complete and you can do whatever you like with me. Use me, make money off hiring me out. Sell me for all I care.

So you watch, transfixed and this person goes about binding themselves tightly in place. As they shove a large vibrating plug into their asshole. As they pull a sports mouthguard from its case, and carefully, slowly insert it over their teeth. He showed it to you earlier, it’s completely lined with tabs of LSD. He’s got three more that you will have to put into his mouth every 10 days. He said there’s enough in each one to totally fry his brain, and absorbing it through his gums should make it kick even harder…. This guy is really serious about what he’s doing.

He beckons you over, and you help him finish off his rig. You bind his hands, place the VR headset over his eyes, noise cancelling headphones over his ears, and finish up with the ball-gag over his lips. He takes a sharp inhale through his nose as he steers himself for what’s to come. Even around the ball in his mouth, you can see him smiling involuntarily. He’s fucking loving this.

You look over the schedule he handed you, detailing his pre-paid appointments. He has a hypnotherapist coming every three days to, as he put it “reinforce my programming”, you’re supposed to let them in and just leave them to it. In 14 days you have to remove him from the rig and transport him to a small private surgical practice nearby. You’re not sure what they’re going to do to him there, but you’re supposed to put him back on hypnos as soon as he gets out of surgery.

From there, there are 2 more surgical appointments a dental appointment of some description, and one right at the end of the 40 days, with apparently 2 weeks of recovery time in the hospital. What the fuck is this guy planning on doing to himself?

The final note, just mentions a dodgy tattoo and piercing studio downtown. You’ve walked past it before, but the people there seem a little extreme for your liking. The note next to it says “just leave me there if you don’t want to deal with me anymore”.

You look from the list you’ve agreed to stick to, to the immobile person bound in front of you. He’s bobbing up and down now, looking like a little kid about to get a candy shopping spree. He gives the signal, a slow, calculated nod, and you push PLAY on the device plugged into his headset and headphones. Flashing lights and strange noises start, and you’re sure are going to continue nonstop for the next 40 days.

As agreed you exit the room, turning off the light and locking the door behind you, not to return for 12 hours to check on him.

You stand at the door for a long time thinking about what’s going on on the other side of it…did you just get yourself a free sex slave? Coz it really seems like that’s what he’s doing to himself. Well, if nothing else, the next 40 days, are going to be really fucking interesting.

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Hi friends! It feels nice to be posting again. I couldn’t find any good porn to go with this story, so if you find some, like send it my way and I’ll add it :D

I suuuuper wanna try this for myself… any volunteers to be my babysitter?

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It’s currently 6:10am; one of those hours that respectable people refer to as “ungodly” when, in a moderately priced city apartment block, the sounds of high heeled shoes are heard in a third story hallway. The footsteps stop, and the jingle of keys...

It’s currently 6:10am; one of those hours that respectable people refer to as “ungodly” when, in a moderately priced city apartment block, the sounds of high heeled shoes are heard in a third story hallway. The footsteps stop, and the jingle of keys gives away the presence of a resident returning home. The door opens to reveal a figure, balancing on unsteady legs and unruly stiletto heels. A *flump* is heard as a pink handbag is tossed haphazardly on a the floor and then a *tick* as dim light floods the apartment. The tiny, single room dwelling is undecorated except for a large four-poster bed in the centre and a long mirror leaning against the far wall. Next to the mirror sits something unusual, covered by a white sheet. 

This girl who calls the place home, her blonde hair at the moment very messy and her face, slathered with running makeup, is fair skinned. She wears a very dainty pink bra, which is barely managing to hold up a pair of obviously fake, gravity-defying breasts. Across her hips is draped a lacy pink suspender, and some of the wispiest panties imaginable, and she sways with precarious balance on a pair of 8-inch heels. Aside from that, she is wearing no other clothing. What she is wearing, however, is spattered on her stomach, her neck, and streaming lightly down her taut thighs. The seed of her apparently many evening mates is even lightly caked across her face, the cause of her ruined makeup. If this wasn’t enough, the faraway look in her glazed eyes is a dead giveaway to even the most casual observer; this is a girl who is coming home from having her brains totally and completely fucked out.

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She crawls onto the comfortable bedspread and for a moment, she just sort of… stares dreamily into space. Her eyes flutter a little and a hand roughly squeezes a breast, drawing a small coo as an abnormally large nipple stands erect and at attention. She runs through her evenings activities in her mind, smirking as she thinks back to each creamy string of cum flying through the air at her. When she wonders what that icky boy would have to say about it. Her hand snakes under the flippy skirt as she remembers all the new cocks she experienced tonight, having just enough time to collect a small dab of creamy fluid on her fingers before an alarm begins to go off.

The girl pouts as she crawls off the bed and looks at a large digital clock sitting next to the mirror. 6:12. Ugh. The icky boy will be back soon… But she still has time. She steps in front of the mirror, a whimper of arousal escaping her lips as her eyes take in her sordid, oversexualised reflection. She peels off the tube of cloth covering her tits, exposing her round e-cups to the room. She jiggles them in the mirror a little, pulling a cheeky face as she pinches a fat thumb-sized nipple. Then she unbuckles her little skirt, and lets it fall to the floor, careful not to let the clothing wipe any of the semen off her legs. She makes a randy “mmmm” noise as she looks down at her swollen cameltoe, and turns her hips to take in the curve of her lucious, jiggly ass.

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An eye flicks to the clock, and she begins redressing herself, but not in any regular, respectable clothing. The clothes she pulls on seem more appropriate for a sex dungeon than for pyjamas. Black latex bra and panties are stretched over her body, followed by pink fishnet stockings up her legs. Next she clips a fetish collar around her neck, and touches up her lipstick, going for neon pink to add to the raw sexuality of the outfit. After making a few kissy faces in the mirror, she smirks at her reflection, uses the lipstick to write block letters on her head. She giggles to herself, pulling out her cell phone snap a quick mirror selfie. She again checks the time, fussing to herself before deciding she indeed still has time. She goes through her contacts and sends the selfie she just took, a horny looking blonde with SLUT written on her forehead, along with a words “Now. Bring a friend.”

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For the next 3 minutes, she fusses over some kind of apparatus in the corner, frequently looking over at the closed door. She plays with the clock near the mirror, checking several times that the timer is set for 7:31pm.

There is a knock on the door, her pink lips break into a cheeky grin and she darts over to answer it. Two grinning men are standing there, they do not seems surprised by the attire of the girl. 

“Hey Bambi…” one of them says. 

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She invites them in, urging them to be quick. They seem to know the drill, not at all shocked as the girl kneels on the bed, pulls her latex panties aside and then tugs on the jewelled assplug that has been lodged inside her all night. It comes loose with a wet POP, and the men stare hungrily into the gaping pink hole being presented to them, squeezing their cocks in excitement. Just where darkness obscures their vision, they can make out the huge lake of semen that always seems to be there at this time of day. She’s been busy tonight.

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And with that, the first man steps up, and shoves himself inside the twitching hole. The girl squeals in delight, spewing profanity, proclaiming her love of being fucked. The man, as promised, quickly empties his balls inside the little blonde as she coos and moans with pleasure. The second man waits for a moment as the first man extracts himself from the gaping hole, and the girl recovers from her anal orgasm. Even through her dizziness, she is careful to keep her ass pointed always upward.

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Panting, she glances over at the digital display. 6:45am. There’s still time. She grins and winks at the second man, wiggling her used ass invitingly. The second man steps up, but before inserting his cock, uses his fingers to spread the womans puffy pussy lips. He smirks to himself at the way her cunt visibly throbs, the steady trail of creamy fluid dripping from the entrance, and the little pink gumball that is her clit, inflated and tantalizingly pink.

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The second man fucks her sloppy ass while squeezing her clit between his thumb and finger. She screams and writhes and wobbles, unable to balance herself through the sensations, but he gently holds her ass upwards as he cums, squirting even more sticky white fluid inside her to join with the amount already inside her, and pulls out. At her insistence, he re-plugs her ruined ass with a rubber plug, this one connected to a clear plastic tube.

Almost delirious and giggling like an idiot, she gestures to the two gentlemen to leave, saying she’ll text them “next time, maybe tomorrow”, and they grin at each other, buttoning up their pants. The second man takes a moment to wipe his messy cock on her face, smearing the word on her head before leaving.

On shaky legs she crawls back towards the mirror, pulling a sheet cover off a lump in the corner. There sits a shoebox and a saddle, fitted with an internal vibrator and clit stimulator. A sybian. It had been expensive, she’d had to do some truly degrading things to pay for it… but so worth it on that final day. The day she had finally outplayed him. 

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They’d made a deal. He’d had no choice. He couldn’t control her anymore, she was coming out to play at random, inconvenient times. It was messing with his life. So they made an agreement. He could have the days to be himself and she could have the nights to be Bambi. 7:30pm till 7:30 am, Bambi would have free reign, but other times, the stupid boy would be in control.

It was hard at first. She had to sit dormant all day, and even after having all her fun at night, he kept undoing all her progress on her perfect body! He cancelled appointments she made, and refunded down payments. He wasn’t letting her be herself the way that she so desperately needed to be. So after awhile, she came up with a solution. Opening the shoebox, she removes a rubber ball gag, and inserts into it the tube currently dangling from her new ass plug. She then puts the gag into her mouth and roughly tightens the strap. For the next 12 hours, what gets sucked through this tube will be the only sustenance her body can reach. Giggling with evil excitement, she settles down into the saddle setup next to the mirror, locking her legs into the bonds. They won’t open again until the timer goes off.

2 minutes. It all started with him brainwashing himself anyway. Fantasizing about being like Bambi. Every time he watched more, listened more, tranced more, it made her stronger. More defined. He created her from nothing, and now he’s the one who is nothing. Now he’s the figment of her imagination. She puts on the noise-cancelling headphones and pushes play on the laptop. The only 2 things in her field of view are now a never-ending set of porn and hypnosis gifs, and the mirror, with the words “YOU LOSE, BITCH” written in lipstick at the top. It shows in graphic detail the cum covered blonde, SLUT smeared on her forehead, wrapped in bondage gear and locking herself into some kind of sex torture rack.

She lowers her pussy onto the vibrator, groaning like an addict finally getting a hit as she feels it stretch her out deliciously.  She praised the experimental surgical procedure she’d had a few months ago. They’d told her that biologically it wasn’t a real vagina, but it sure looks like one, down to the smallest detail. And if real vaginas feel anywhere near as pleasant to be fucked and stretched out she really doesn’t see the difference. Except for her enormous, bulbous clit, but she thinks hers is sexier anyway.

20 seconds. She puts her arms behind her back, feeling the bonds automatically close themselves over her wrists, locking them there until the timer she set earlier goes off and, back in control, she can let herself out. She can’t help but let out a sigh of arousal… Bondage always makes her drip.

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They don’t share memories, so just as he was once able to block out her early shenanigans, she has no idea how he’s doing. She doesn’t really even care about him, but she wants him to know how badly he fucked up. She made sure the computer screen regularly shuffles in videos from her own personal porn collection. She’s quite proud of the view-count on her self-shot gangbang series, and is currently applying to major studios to become a 24/7 porn slave… just waiting to hear back on their response to her offer. Her current favourites to show him are the public bondage she did for some old friends of his, and his pathetic mental breakdown the first time he woke up with a pussy between his legs. Watching him orgasm while staring down at his mutilated body through tear-filled eyes… Just thinking about it makes her want to ride another fat cock into girly oblivion… But there isn’t time. Perhaps tomorrow… Definitely tomorrow.

Bambi takes one last look around her, watching as the sun peeks over the horizon, giggling as the internal vibrator turns itself on and begins a long day of unrelenting pleasure… Of forcing orgasm after orgasm from her modified body… and waits for the icky boy to awaken.

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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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Josie Edwards arrived home from school and started to make herself a cup of tea. As the jug boiled, she surveyed the new addition to the house thoughtfully. In the corner, standing perfectly still, stood a perfect, pink haired, teenage fuckdoll....

Josie Edwards arrived home from school and started to make herself a cup of tea. As the jug boiled, she surveyed the new addition to the house thoughtfully. In the corner, standing perfectly still, stood a perfect, pink haired, teenage fuckdoll. Josie grinned at the girl, her vapid smile and slutty pose were flawless, and she was unknowingly sticking her ass out towards the street-facing window. She steeped her tea, and automatically grabbed another mug out of the cupboard as her mother entered the room.

“When did he arrive?” she asked the older woman, Becky, handing her the cup she made for herself.

“About ten, not long after you left for school,” Becky replied, and after a long sip continued.

“He was making such a bloody show, crying and apologizing like a bloody sook. I just told him to shut up until someone spoke to him and go stand in the corner. I wanted you both to be here when we tell him.”

“So he’s been there almost all day huh? Did you make him stand like that? Like, all posey?”

“Nope, must just be the program!” Becky laughed, and sat down at the kitchen table to drink her tea.

Josie paced the room waiting for her brother to arrive home. She was full of excited energy, the day had finally come! She kept peering into the pink-haired girl’s eyes, not really sure what sh was looking for, more curious than anything else.

Finally, about half an hour later the three girls in the room heard the door open, and a gangly mousey-haired twenty-something man, Zack entered smiling as his sister handed him a cup of tea. He took a long sip of his drink and tranquilly shared the moment with his mother and sister.

“It’s really him in there?” Zack asked. “He looks…. different.”

“Well duh,” Becky chuckled. “It’s definitely him though. Trust me.”

Josie approached the doll and addressed it.

“Hi, what is your name?”

The doll’s smile suddenly dropped, once addressed her face muscles were under her control. She looked terrified as she spoke the only two words her mouth would allow her to say.

“Ken Edwards.”

Josie’s face split open into a manic grin.

“And who are we, to you?”

The tiny girl bit her lip and tried not to burst into tears as she identified the people in the room.

“Josie, my daughter. Zack, my son. Becky, my….. My wife.”

All three family members grinned at each other.

“That’s the last time you’ll ever use those names,” Becky replied, stepping forwards. “Those were the names of the family members you abused and took for granted. We’re not your family anymore. We’re you’re owners now.
“From now on you shall address me only as Mistress, and you will worship the ground i walk on. Do you understand?

"Yes, Mistress,” Ken responded, burning red with embarrassment.

“And you can call me Goddess from now on!” chuckled Josie, flicking her hair self-mockingly.

“Yeah, and you have to call ME Zack Attack!” laughed Zack, stopping when he noticed the women shaking their heads.“

"Screw you girls, I get to pick my own name!”

“Okay whatever Zack attack,” Josie giggled, and then turned back to Ken. “And you’re not Ken anymore. You can’t even think that name. From now on, you’re Pixie! Got it?”

There was a long pause as Ken was clearly straining to fight the order he was just given, although from the look on his face he had lost and forgotten his name.

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“Pixie’s name is Pixie, Goddess.”

“Oh, so much fun!” Josie giggled again and clapped her hands.

“So, tell us your story, Pixie,” said Becky. “I want to hear what you’ve been up to for the last three weeks. From just before you were… picked up.”

“Yes Mistress.” Pixie automatically responded, pausing and sobbing as she realised what she’d just said.

“Pixie didn’t know why she was in a girl’s body, but Mistress had promised to take her to get help. On mistresses suggestion, Pixie wore the sex toy to keep herself entertained on the trip.”

“And what happened on that trip?” asked Zack eagerly.

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“Pixie turned around and Mistress was gone! Pixie felt so scared, and then some men put a bag over her head! Pixie doesn’t remember much else because she…. went to sleep.”

“Well Pixie, you should know, Mistress paid those men to escort you. She did it because of how horrible you used to be. Where did they take you?”

Pixie look around her owners and saw no sympathy in their eyes as she continued.

“The men did things to Pixie. They strapped machines to her, and vibrators and toys, and they…..”

“What did they do, Pixie?”

Pixie shuffled uncomfortably, subconsciously grinding her thighs together in a display of arousal.

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“They made Pixie cum. Again and again and again. They wouldn’t let Pixie sleep, they just made her pussy and her titties feel good until she couldn’t think no more.”

Zack shuffled a little, his erection becoming apparent.

“Then what did they do Pixie?”

“They stopped making Pixie cum. They just plugged up her holes and left her… Pixie was soo horny… They wouldn’t let her cum unles she begged. So Pixie begged. Pixie pleaded. But instead of turning the toys back on, they started feeding Pixie… Started making her drink huge cups of…. They called it Nectar.”

“And what happened when you drank the Nectar?”

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“Pixie’s body started changing…. Her titties grew, her nipples became more sensitive, her pussy and her sluthole got all throbbing and desperate…. Pixie couldn’t even think to beg… She just drank and drank until she was full….”

“That’s not all it does!” interrupted Zack, “It also changes you hair to be pink whenever you’re sexually aroused!”

“But her hair has been pink the whole time….” Josie wondered out loud.

“Exactly!” crowed Zack.

“Kids, shush,” interjected Becky. “Carry on Pixie. What happened after that?”

Pixie started lightly swaying, her eyes half closed as though she was drunk.

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“Pixie was put into…. A room… Hard to remember… Lights, voices, swirling… Vibration… Cummmmminggggggg!!!!”

The Pink-haired little doll started twitching, her hips rolling, her belly spasming as remembering this experience sent her into a bucking orgasm. The Family watched her cautiously, but her high-heeled feet remained firmly where she had planted them. Even a brainwashing-induced orgasm couldn’t get her to move from where she had been ordered to stand.

As Pixie stood there panting, Becky approached her and yanked down her black tights, exposing her glistening swollen pussy, and her abnormally large clit adorned with a shiny silver ring, to the room.“

"Here’s the deal Ken-sorry, Pixie” she said menacingly up to him, as she showed him the ring he had never seen before. “You were a slutty husband and a terrible father. You beat me. You belittled your children at every chance you got, you even told Josie’s college scout that she was a "disgusting slut.”
“We were sick of you, so we hired a company called GirlDoll to put you into that first body. That was us. We thought it would teach you a lesson.”

“But it didn’t!” said Zack. “You were just as much of an asshole as always!”

“So we took things one step further. We sent you to the modding lab to be pleasure conditioned,” continued Josie.

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“And this ring here in your big fat sissy clit is going to make sure you’re never disobedient ever again!” Becky finished, glowering. “See this little ball? Theres a microscopic little bell inside it, it will ring every time you obey an order and send little sissy shivers down your spine.”

“We’re not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, you’ll jump through hoops te feel that bell ringing in your cunt” jeered Zack as Pixie timidly shook, realising her new reality.

“Oh and that Nectar? That was tailor made especially for you. I know you’re totally addicted to it, so luckily we made sure there’s a fresh source nearby!

Pixie'a eyes widened and her mouth watered at the prospect of more nectar.

"Wh…. Where is it? Pixie needs it…..”

“Oh it’s right here,” said Zack, gesturing to his crotch. “It comes from my balls.”

Pixie’s face fell as she struggled with her next hurdle.

“Zack Attack, puh…please give Pixie some… Please let Pixie suck your b-balls dry… Pixie needs it…”

Zack chuckled, knowing how humiliated his former father must be.

“Meh, maybe later,” he replied, nonchalantly.

The desperation started creeping into Pixie’s adorable face.

“No.. No you don’t understand… Pixie needs it… Pixie actually needs it to survive…. Pixie will die without it…”

“Oh, I know. I actually put that in my request section when we designed you. But if you want any, you’ll have to beg a whole lot harder than THAT!”

“And make dinner,” chimed in Becky

“And clean the whole house!” added Josie.

“And put on this tutu and jiggle your butt for us every time we look at you!” 

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Zack cackled as Pixie shuffled off to the kitchen, begging for cock and moaning as his clit-bell chimed as he obeyed an order.

The family of three shared another moment together, and then followed their new fuckdoll to the kitchen to continue torturing her.

And they all lived happily ever after.

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Except Pixie. She lived the rest of her life as a cum-addicted fucktoy. So yeah.

The End.

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“Say it again.”
“Gnnhuuuhhh… nooooooo… I-… I am a fuckdoll. A slave.”
“And why is that?”
“Because…. Because my Daddy wants me to be.”
“What are you for?”
“Nuh….. Don… I…. My purpose is pleasuring cocks. Making men hard. Giving them a place to...

“Say it again.”

“Gnnhuuuhhh… nooooooo… I-… I am a fuckdoll. A slave.”

“And why is that?”

“Because…. Because my Daddy wants me to be.”

“What are you for?”

“Nuh….. Don… I…. My purpose is pleasuring cocks. Making men hard. Giving them a place to cum.”

“What is your value?”

“My… Hmmmmmfphh… My… My only value is my slippery holes. I exist to be fucked.”

“And do you like being fucked?”

“Mmmmmph…… Nuuuuh… Yeeeeeesssss. Yes i do…I love being fucked…”

“Do you like your piercings?”

“Nnnn……nnnnnnh…… Yes! I love them they feel amazing… They keep me horny and dripping all day…”

“What is your favourite food?”

“….cum. Cum is the only food I like.”

“And what are you NOT?”

“I’m not human. I’m not a person. Fuckdolls are not people.”

“Very good, fuckdoll. But you’re still resisting, so no orgasm for you! Keep looking at the pretty lights… And say it again. Until you believe it. What are you?”

“…..I am… I am a fuckdoll….”

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