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When the great shift hit, I was overjoyed. I got my dream body! I could start over again as a lithe young woman like I always dreamed. I could experience sex and orgasms from the other side like so many people would love to.

I should have stayed off of tumblr.
Logging into my old account and posting new pics of my lucky situation drew… Jealously. Fury.

People started messaging me with things theyd like to do to me, and that was ok. It made my new body super horny and I played along.

But then people started sending me pics of myself. Like they were spying on me. I was no longer anonymous. I started to get scared. I lost my body’s job and apartment, the internet made sure people knew who I really was. What a filthy pervert resided in this body. I started relying on the charity of strangers.

Then the MC messages started. People starting posting them all over my page, sending me private messages of spirals and mind melting GIFs. I couldn’t look away. I started to lose hours to edging and repeating filthy mantras. Sex toys arrived in the mail with instructions I couldn’t make myself disobey. My new pussy started dripping all the time, my nipples are constantly hard and I’ve started losing my memories of who I was.

Please help me.
I need more toys.
I need more instructions.
I need to be your mind slave.

I can’t be a cumslut without all of you.

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After a few hours trolling tumblr, nothing really came to mind today. It was like all that time stroking peoples petals had left him….. Confused. Why must he always transform others when all he really wanted was someone to do these things to him?

“I might be able to help you out there,” said a voice.

He jumped and spun around in his chair. There was nobody in the room but him.

“Oh, but there is,” said the voice. “You like tipping people’s wishes on their heads huh? I admire your gift. Lets see if we can’t do the same with your wishes.”

“Who are you? What is this?”

The voice ignored his questions.

“I want you to open an email and type in explicit detail, all the horrible filthy things you would change about your own body and personality. For every recipient you add, you get an extra modification. The closer your relationship with a recipient, the higher intensity the change will be. Make sure to be clear that this is not spam, that you’d rather be a nasty cumslut than have them respect you. After you click “send”, look behind you.“

He hesitated. There was nobody in the room, yet that voice was coming from somewhere. Maybe that nice new blogger who messaged him yesterday…. No surely not. Was this for real? There was no way he was going to tell people what he wanted to be. That disembodied voice was bluffing.

….But what if it wasn’t? If he could truely become his dream slut just by admitting it…… He could always play it off as a prank or a hack later right?

…..Right?

10 minutes later, Petal spun around, feeling…. different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She knew she’d just embarrassed herself in front of her friends and family with that email, but that just kinda made her squirm with excitement. People should know how much she loved sex. Being filled with hard cock was her favourite passtime. Cum was her favourite food. If people knew these things, maybe she’d get more! Just the thought of people showing up at her door to stretch out her holes and feed her their seed made her squeal with lust and spin around in her chair, sending her perky boobies into a jiggling frenzy.

“Wow. Very good,” said the naked man standing behind her. She didnt even flinch, her eyes just locked onto his cock and her petite mouth and ripe pink pussy started to drool gratuitously.

She sat there for a moment, body spinning and head attempting to stay in one place like a leaky ballerina. Droplets of pussy fluid formed a circle under her as the silence grew charged with sexual desire.

Petal looked up at his face and tried to think who this might be. But did that really matter? He had a cock, and that was all that was important. Her lips, her pussy, her swollen pink clit and her tight asshole were all throbbing through her body and into her brain. Her raging, all consuming libido wouldnt let her ask more than a single question.

“Fuck me?”

@strokingthepetals

Part 1 of your experience with the Honesty Inbox. The best is yet to cum….

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