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relattic asked:

I've come to pay you for your services. During the past few years I've slowly conditioned my scientist girlfriend to be more of a bimbo around the house, but now it seems like I'm stuck. Please help me. I've always wanted to have a real blonde dumb girl in my life and I'm not gonna stop now. I'll pay you anything you want.

Hm. You’ve been toying around in your one true love’s head, trying to make her a sex dolly against her will? Naughty, naughty… Well I’ll take my payment, but since you’ve been so dishonest and cruel to a person who trusts you… I’m not going to keep it for myself. I take the payment of your intelligence, problem solving and self-preservation… and I’m going to bestow them on your poor bimbofied partner… Now… while i bestow come come-uppance….nightie night!

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You wake, and immediately you know something is wrong. The light juggle on your chest conforms it before you even open you eyes…. but you don’t really know what to do about that, so you open them! A pair of enormous natural breasts greets you! normally, you feel like you’d be panicking here… but instead there’s like a dumb back hole in your behaviour… you cant think of how to do that? So instead you grab one of your new assets and squeeze it roughly…. sending tingles down your spine into your crotch…. Hm. Your cock is different too? What are you supposed to do about that? You’re not really sure…. but one thing is for sure, you’re definitely curious to see what all that tingling looks like! You waddle over to your girlfriend’s dresser, grab her little hand held mirror and have yourself a little look….

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Uh oh! You, like, have a tight little hairless pussy! You’re supposed to… supposed to… something? Something different? But gawd, it looks so teeny tiny, like its never been used? You think that maybe you should use it… it is tingling so very fiercely…. but how? You can’t think of any way to stop those pleasant sensations, so you simply carry on staring at the mirror until you hear a noise behind you.

“Hey, you’re awake! I bet you’re wondering what’s going on?”

Your beautiful, bimbofied girlfriend is standing in the doorway smirking to herself as you stare blankly at the reflection of your pussy…. You want to ask her how you’re supposed to make the tingling go away.. but… like… how? What words to use?

“Okay, wow. He said you were going to be dumb now, but wow. Oi! Put my mirror down and stand up!”

You can’t think of any reason why you shouldn’t so you happily comply with the orders your girlfriend has given you. You place the mirror on the ground and rise to your feet, staring blankly at the person in front of you. 

“okay, bitch… I can;t believe you’d do that to me, you little skeezbag! I loved you, and you took my intelligence away? You tried to turn me into some pathetic slut who couldn’t think for herself? Well, good think you wrote that stupid request, becasue Age Savage showed up here! He explained everything you’ve been doing to me, and we…  well ,after we finished fucking, he transferred your intelligence over to me, as well as a few other things to make sure you wouldn’t be able to control me anymore!

You are finding it a little hard to follow this story, so you just keep staring, wondering how to make all the beautiful tingles keep happening all over your body.. You know there should be some way… but how?

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Your girlfriend approached you and gets right up in your face.

“The trouble is, I’ve lost most of my own intelligence! I can’t remember most of my research, and when I got yours… well… I now have some very new interests. I’ve spent some time combining what’s left of my own brain with the filthy, kinky creativity that’s come to me from yours… and, well… Modifying you has just become my new hobby!”

As she finishes this, she sticks her tongue out and gives a long sensuous lick across your lips… and the tingles flare up all over them,. So many, so sensitive… yes it feels so good! You love this, you want more… but just as the lick began, suddenly it stops, leaving you confused. Why did they stop? How do you get more? Gosh, you really  want to feel so good in your tingly lips again… but you don’t know how???

You feel so dizzy and blank as your girlfriend  walks over to her dresser and starts rummaging through her makeup… she grabs something, but you’re facing the wrong way and you can’t figure out how to tell what she’s doing…. so you stand there, unsure of what to do… as she approaches you from behind and starts doing something to your butt… You’re dying of curiosity, but for the life on you, you cannot figure out how to tell what’s happening behind you!

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She chuckles as she grabs you by you long blonde hair and drags you roughly out into the lounge area… you can barely keep up. Why doesn’t she just tell you where to walk? It would be much easier if she just figured out all these things for you!

“Go kneel there bitch, and suck on this while I work. This is your new favorite spot, you’ll spend most of your days here. I’m going to start going through your phone and inviting your friends over to meet the new you!”

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zoey-starz asked:

I'm quite a fan of your work but only just started following you despite reading quite a lot of your work from reblogs. I like to consider myself a reality-warper in training but have only ever been able to make small localised changes. Any tips or perhaps you need an apprentice?


Well,young one… theres really only one thing you need to know about to be a decent reality warper, or at least one like me. It’s called the nucleus accumbens, and manipulating it is the basis of almost every single human transformation i do. See, the nucleus accumbens is the part of the brain that controls the release of dopamine. And in case you didn’t know, dopamine is the source of pleasure in the human brain. So, rather than re-write someone’s personality from the ground up to make them a raging cum addict, i just tweak our little friend the nucleus accumbens to release dopamine into the brain whenever action X is taken… and when my victim chases that release of pleasure again and again, that’s how they find themselves totally and helplessly addicted….

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In the case of you for example… whenever you allow someone who knows your real name to cum on your face, your nucleus accumbens is going to pump your brain full of pleasure… its raw, it’s undefined, it’s totally and utterly entrapping…. and there’s nothing you can do about it. Other pleasures will seem bland by comparison, and the longer you go without your fix, the sluttier you’ll dress trying to get someone to attempt to “seduce” you…  and the more likely you are to blurt out something life-destroying to someone you respect… so try to keep on top of it okay? Get ready for a whole new perpective on life… one on your knees begging people you know to degrade you, just so you can squirm in intense pleasure while it sits there dripping from your face….

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And for fuck sake, don’t suck up to me like you’re not a potential rival, little one. I’ve had friends like you before, who think they can gain power from watching me, and then turn on me when they’ve gotten what they wanted….. But maybe you should thank me for this gift. I’ve given you the perfect motivation to become as stronger reality alterer… If you can alter your own nucleus accumbens and escape your new addiction, congratulations! You’ve learned to play with the big girls.

Just be a dear and try not to lobotomise yourself while you’re messing around inside your head, mkay pumpkin?

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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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From the moment I first woke up from the surgery, I was never allowed to forget that I had changed. I was now a female. And not even a real woman either, some kind of fake, artificial little bitch. A toy that simply resembled a person in image only....

From the moment I first woke up from the surgery, I was never allowed to forget that I had changed. I was now a female. And not even a real woman either, some kind of fake, artificial little bitch. A toy that simply resembled a person in image only. A thing less than human. I was not spoken to, they just sort of collected me. They didn’t even offer me a seat in the car, that’s how little status I had. It wasn’t like there was no room, the entire backseat was empty. I just didn’t qualify for that kind of basic human treatment. The man, who had yet to address me, just pushed a button on his keys and the boot popped open.

“You’re luggage,” was all he said.

What was i going to do? Decline? I had no idea where I was. I was petty sure I wasn’t even in the same country anymore, where was I going to go? All I had in the world were the things I was wearing: A pair of thin panties  a stripper-length plaid skirt. People pointed and stared as the topless little teen with pink hair climbed into the boot of the expensive car and wedged herself next to a suitcase. And I was driven to my new residence. The fucker even stopped for Wendy’s and got himself a burger! Didn’t offer me a single fry.

After what seemed like hours, light streamed into the tight compartment. I was pulled by the arm onto the steps on what was unsurprisingly a massive mega-mansion. The woman who answered the door, some kind of high-ranked servant, signed a tablet like I was nothing more than a pizza, and led me inside. I wanted to ask her where I was, and what was my owner’s plan in buying me, but whatever had been done to me on the surgical table had stolen my voice. I could not make a sound, and she wasn’t offering any explanations.

I was led only a few meters into the entrance hall, an opulent marble room with two large greek pillars. She grabbed my wrist and easily handcuffed my hands in a pair of pink, fluffy sex cuffs. I was so weak in my new form, she was able to put my arms wherever she wanted! The cuffs were then locked onto a ring above my head on one of the pillars, and the servant woman left. I was trapped, mostly naked, unable to beg or cover myself.

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I was beyond panic by this point. Only a week ago, I had been me! I had been a guy, living his life, thinking about the future. Now I was some display feature, a sub-human living doll, with pink hair and no ability to speak! I struggled and fought my cuffs, but I was simply too small and weak. When the servant woman returned I looked up at her desperately, pleading with puppydog eyes. She did not acknowledge me. Instead, she produced a silver object, peanut-shaped with a fuel-gauge dial on one side. I was confused as she snapped on a latex glove and began to lather the object with some kind of clear lotion.

I was less confused when she used scissors to cut off my white panties, exposing my new female anatomy to the room. Then she forcefully shoved the thing up my ass. It hurt, but not as much as it should have. I wanted it to be uncomfortable, to hurt, but I was ashamed to admit, it also felt really good. Feeling so stretched full back there felt disturbingly calming. Enough that I began to feel aroused for the first time in this body. By the time she rose and left me, I was so stretched, my asshole felt a mile wide!

But even that was not the worst thing that happened to me that first day. As I stood, teary-eyed and helpless with a huge plug up my ass, the thing that had been forced inside me let out a plesant ding, and squirted some kind of gel up inside my body.

The gel was clearly drugged, because my memories get pretty hazy after that. I remember feeling l really hot, and the source of the heat being the female genitalia i now sported. It burned, ached with an intensity I had never imagined before. I hadn’t so much as had a look down there yet, this had all happened so fast. But now I was fully aware of it all. I could feel fluids leaking every inch of my down my vaginal cavity, drips tantalizingly making their way down every inflamed piece of flesh, and trailing over my lips before joining the stain on my entirely soaked thighs. I could feel my new clit very exactly, and the weirdly familiar sensation of straining like an erection. But they never undid my handcuffs, they never allowed me to feel any relief. The sensations, the neediness of my body, combined with the mental haze of the drugs being squirted into my ass started to drive me mad.

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The first time they let me down from the pillar was the day they began to exercise me. Two male servants locked me into a pair of stilettos and took turns whipping my plump ass as I struggled to keep pace on a treadmill. They taunted me, calling me many derogatory names and telling me I was going to be their break room sex toy. My mind was still cloudy from all the drugs I was on, but I noticed they never once touched me with their hands. Nor did they allow me to touch myself or stimulate my aching cunt in any way. When I started grinding by plugged ass up against the pillar behind me like an animal, they moved me to a chain hanging from the chandelier. It felt like years had passed since the plug had been inserted into my ass, but it was more likely just a few days. In that time, the throbbing, dripping, all-consuming lust that screamed from between my legs had not let up. It had not eased for a single moment. I wanted to masturbate more that anything in the world, springing an orgasm from my over-ripe pussy was all I could imagine. It was the only thought my exhausted, drugged brain would allow.

I met my owner for the first time. He entered the house one morning, seemingly at random and hung his coat before approaching me. I was out of my mind, having not slept and being kept at the heights of arousal for a very long time, but even though I couldn’t make out his face through my tears and drugged vision, I could see this was a powerful man. The way he held himself told me in an instant that he was the person who had done this to my life. He walked up to me looking my petite little body up and down, and delicately ran a fingertip up my slick thigh. It was the first time in days that any person had touched my skin, and it almost made me cum then and there. As I fought against my bonds, pushing my hips fowards toward him, he tasted the juices that my legs were soaked with and let out a small “hm” sound.

Then he looked into my eyes and addressed me directly.

“Do you want to cum, little doll?”

I did. Desperately. I was beyond the heights of arousal by this point, almost an animal. I nodded frantically, pulling on my chains and trying hard to make a sound. To plead, to beg to be allowed release. My owner chuckled and pulled a bag from a nearby cabinet. He hummed to himself as he produced what could only ve described as a lifesize “Stipper Barbie” outfit. Ignoring my face, and never once looking into my eyes, he buttoned a white blouse loosely over my heaving breasts, carefully not allowing the material to rub over my skin or stimulate my hard nipples. He then wrapped another tiny plaid skirt around my curvy ass, and completed the outfit with a pink dog collar around my neck. Then, without further interaction, we were off.

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I wobbled on unsure legs. I was exhausted and weak from being forced to stand since I arrived. The plug still up my ass forced me to walk with a wide gait to accommodate it,  my hips were gyrating with every step I took. I hadn’t left the lofty entrance hall for days. Maybe it had been weeks, I didn’t know. I was more than a little manic by now, partly from having been kept displayed like a decoration, but mostly from the unrelenting cloud of lust that had totally engulfed me. My wrists were securely fasted to my hips, and I struggled against the bonds every moment. I wanted to masturbate so badly. I had not touched my vagina in the entire time since it had been given to me, and it was mocking me at every moment.

Have you ever had an itch you couldn’t scratch? And it tortured you, boring into your brain at every moment until you could sink your nails in for some sweet sweet relief? Take that, and multiply it by a million, and you’re starting to understand just how intensely crazy my body was driving me.

We stopped, and I snapped into reality, realising where we were. My owner had led me onto a city corner, and people were staring. Why wouldn’t they? I had bright pink hair, was dressed like the sluttiest schoolgirl in the world, but most importantly, I was wearing a dog collar and had copius amount of pussy juices running down my thighs. I started blushing as people pulled out their phones and started filming me and taking photos and my owner pulled a remote control out of his pocket.

“Does my doll still want to orgasm?” he asked nonchalantly, rubbing his thumb over one particular button.

I looked around fearfully at the crowd that had formed. With red, tear-filled eyes I looked up at my owner, meeting his eyes for the first time, and had a thought that wasn’t connected to my gushing pussy. I understood my place, he wasnt actually asking me. I was a toy who served to provide amusement. He had bought and paid for me and if he wanted me to cum my brains out surrounded my strangers, then that’s what would happen. I nodded, and he smirked and pressed the button. The plug in my ass started to vibrate fiercely, and the remaining drug contents emptied themselves into my anus. My eyes rolled back into my head as a massive amount of drugs, like half the tank, went into my system. And almost instantly, without any direct contact to my starving cunt, I came. My knees buckled, my ass and pussy both spasmed uncontrollably. Blood pumped into my ears, and my brain short-circuited. Perhaps as had been planned all along, my voice returned as the tidal wave of pleasure hit me. I screamed and swore myself hoarse, grunting and moaning and begging, for more, for it to stop, for someone to fuck me.

I lay face-down on the concrete, with my twitching ass in the air. People were murmuring, laughing, calling me a slut. They stood over me, still filming, making comments I couldn’t hear past the blood pumping in my ears, and the last thing I felt before the aftershocks overwhelmed my brain and I passed out was strong, commanding tug on my leash.

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My life did not improve, not ever, not for a second. My owner clearly hadn’t bought me to have sex with, he hardly ever touched me. In fact, it seemed that everyone who I interacted was forbidden from touching me. I wasn’t even allowed to touch myself, my hands were never unshackled. The urge to fuck myself, to touch my achingly wet vagina, ram fingers inside myself, squeeze my breasts and clit and just fondle my body never went away, and slowly my sanity and self-awareness just trickled into nothing. My entire being became a light sliver wrapped around a deep and primal need for sexual release. My owner enjoyed tying me up in humiliating positions and holding me just on the edge of orgasm, sometimes for hours. He would just sit nearby and politely watch, sipping on tea as I drooled and moaned wordlessly.

I don’t remember much about what happened after that. My mind would not return for quite some time, but I collected pieces through the haze in the time since. My owner must have gotten bored with me, because I was sold eventually. I was put into a box with my asshole plugged, and shipped somewhere new. When the box was opened and a new pair of eyes looked greedily down at me, I had some vague thought that perhaps a new owner would release my hands and allow me to use them masturbate, even for a moment.

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I don’t remember my limbs being removed. I don’t remember even noticing they were gone. The way my mind worked, what I actually took notice of was that for the first time, I was given cocks to suck. I was fed cum by many different men and used for their pleasure. It shames me to think about it now, but I found that first real physical contact so comforting, even though it was nothing more than cocks touching my lips and face and hands on the back of my head.

I was passed along again, I don’t know how much later. My new owner had me fitted with super-advanced robotic arms and legs, but it was not an act if kindness. Despite the fact that they seemed to scan my body and mind, they acted on his orders, not mine, and I was completely at their mercy. If I tried to control them, to walk to a non-permitted location, or (much more frequently) tried to make my hands pleasure myself, I would violently slap myself instead. My owner would laugh heartily at me, taking great delight each time this happened. He set me up following him around and striking seductive poses in each room he stopped in, writhing against a doorframe or draped naked over a couch. He died from a heart attack while I stood nearby, leaning forwards, lightly squeezing my cleavage together, and occasionally slapping myself in the face.

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I was passed on to that guy’s son, who couldn’t believe his luck. He was married, and his wife was clingy, so he never fucked me. Instead, they decided to use to to kink up their sex lives. They dressed me as their daughter, and made me follow them around, begging for sex. The following was all due to the programming of the limbs, but the pathetic, desperate begging was all me. They spoke to me like I was some desperate sex addict, disciplining me together like some weird parental roleplay. Despite this, I liked them, partly because they actually had conversations with me, and partly because part of their bedroom drama involved teaching their young daughter how to masturbate. They touched each others bodies and kissed passionately as they guided me through the whole thing, and I definitely played the part, moaning and whimpering loudly as I touched my own pussy for the first time. My brain lit up as my robot fingers probed the red-hot flesh that had for so long been denied to me. I was in heaven as my owners fucked each other, shouting at me to fuck myself deeper, or finger my clit along with their rhythms.

By the time I came, for the first time since I couldn’t remember, my brain, my old self, had returned. I full-on burst into tears as my owners finished. They didn’t understand, they thought it was all part of the game they had assigned me. They comforted me, and praised me as I sunk to my hands and knees and crawled around sticking my face in their residual fluids. My arms and legs wouldn’t move on until I licked up the puddles.

From there, the character of their daughter wasn’t begging to masturbate under orders anymore. I had had a taste of pleasure and I couldn’t hold back any more. I spent each day, dressed as a nympho teen, following around my owners and grovelling, offering to do anything they wanted if I could just finger my dripping pussy again. They loved it, and many times allowed me to pleasure myself while they fucked.

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Eventually though, they spilt. The wife spitefully took me in the divorce rather than let her husband have me, and almost immediately sold me for what I’m sure was a fraction of my original value. Apparently, I was now an outdated model, and I ended up being sold once again, this time to “normal” people who liked to actually have sex with their sex dolls.

My owner for the last few years owns a piercing and tattoo studio, and a string of strip clubs. The night he opened my crate, he invited many of his friends around, and they drank, laughing and taking turns tattooing me. Then, they passed me around, and I felt something I had been craving for as long as I could recall. A cock was inside me, stretching me open and making me groan like a bitch for the first time. And the second time. And…. well that gangbang lasted for days. The first of many.

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My owner throws “Pinky Parties” most weekends, and invites all his friends and customers. Or, if his girls won’t dance, he programs my arms and legs and has me fill in, on the pole and in the back room. My eagerness, my wide-eyed desperation, the way I fidget adorably when talking about having sex with his customers… They always pay top dollar.

I’m just a sex toy, I dont even fight it anymore. I haven’t been a person for years. I love sex, I love masturbating, I love when my owner shares me with men and women until they’ve all had a turn  I love having my body filled with the cum of hundreds of strangers.

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I love being a fuckdolly.

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It looks like the drug was completely effective. I know you’re feeling a little spacey, so let me fill you in, you cheating cunt.
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 It looks like the drug was completely effective. I know you’re feeling a little spacey, so let me fill you in, you cheating cunt. 

I know you’ve been sucking off random guys every time you go out with your friends. I know you’ve been using me for a place to live, and I know you’re planning on dumping me the second a richer guy decides he likes you.

You’re a piece of shit user bitch, so I’ve paid a lot of money so you can be the one who gets used from now on.

Can’t close your mouth can you? Yeah, good luck with that. Your face is just another sloppy, welcome hole for cocks now. You’re gonna have much less control over that area than you’re used to. And that tingly feeling where my cum is touching the sensitive inner flesh? That’s the feeling of you becoming addicted. You’ll start craving it soon. You’ll need to feed on it at least a few times a day.

But don’t forget about your extra holes, the ones you offer up to any guy who buys you a drink and smiles at you. Sensitive, aren’t they? Awwww your clit is like a little nightlight! They’re gonna keep glowing like that, just so you know. And probably throbbing just like they are, too. And the longer they go without being crammed full of dick, the brighter they’ll glow, the harder they’ll throb, and the hornier you’ll get. If I was you, I wouldn’t skip a day. You might not ever come back from it.

Oh, probably should let you know. You won’t be able to remember your name anymore. You now go by “Fuckdoll”. Ha! You look so funny trying to remember what you used to be called. Come by anytime, I wanna see that confused stupid face again when you’ve been out there for a few weeks.

Well….. It hasn’t been that nice knowing you. Get the fuck out.  You can come back and get your fix once in a while, but you don’t live here anymore.

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I needed rent,so i signed up to be a subject at editmybrain.com. The premise was simple, registered users can pay to get inside my brain and make changes to it. It was risky, but i was desperate, and the price ranges to do anything more than just...

I needed rent,so i signed up to be a subject at editmybrain.com. The premise was simple, registered users can pay to get inside my brain and make changes to it. It was risky, but i was desperate, and the price ranges to do anything more than just messing with my music tastes or favourite flavours were astronomical! I thought I’d take a gamble, nobody would be interested in paying THAT much just to fuck around with my brain…

Having finished inputting my personal information and (chuckling at the naivety of nerds) using my webcam to scan my retinas, I received a message saying I’d recieve payment for any changes at the end of the month. I pushed back in my chair, relieved that my financial problems were a little less serious… And felt a little flare of sexual arousal in my body. Thinking nothing of it, I leapt over to my bed and jammed a hand down my shorts. I’d filled out an internet profile, my hard work for the day was done, I deserved a little me-time! It was… much more efficient than usual. Normally, I’d eventually tease out a little release over about 30 minutes. But this time within moments I was trembling shuddering, shaking, as I gave myself the strongest, most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced!

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As I panted, seeing spots from the unusually strong pleasure I had just given myself, I felt a lot, a LOT more randy than usual. I wondered for if it would feel good to really go nuts on my pussy, like my hand was a jackhammering cock. Would it feel even better than that? I didn’t even really stop to consider it, I just immediately jammed multiple fingers into my oversensitive cunt and started ramming them in and out. My eyes rolled back into my head and I moaned shamelessly… Normally I never keep going after I cum once, but it felt soooo good!

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By the end of the first hour my profile had gone live, I had fingered myself to orgasm like 20 times. Every time I came, I would come down exhuated, and think that I wanted to feel that again, and my hand would shoot back to playing with myself… I couldn’t stop! My pussy was like… a red hot smouldering ember that only my juice-drenched fingers could cool. I knew something was wrong so, still frigging my clit, desperately climbing myself towards yet another climax, I looked up my account to see what had happened. My jaw dropped and the flames between my legs pulsed fiercer than ever when i saw the edits that had been made to my mind.

Everlasting Arousal - 200,000c

Masturbation Compulsion - 400,000c

Impulse Control Removal - 250,000c

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Even as I furiously rubbed my clit and finger fucked my aching cunt, I couldn’t believe it. Someone had spent nearly a million dollars to turn me into a ridiculous horny slut that couldn’t control the impulse to keep her hands off herself! Why would anyone waste their money like that? And that’s when I realized: credits were not dollars. This site was using a virtual currency! Some users had trillions to spend fucking with my mind! I needed to cancel my account before some sick perv ruined my life!

And then the computer dinged again, and a new edit popped up under my profile picture.

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And suddenly I couldn’t sit at my computer anymore. I felt empty. Lost. I craved cum. I needed semen like I’ve never needed anything in my life. And i felt sick when I realized that there were no men in my house. I tried to fight it. I tried to tell myself that it was fake, even as I one-handedly clipped on a garter and pulled a tight black dress over my naked form.

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I couldn’t even make myself bother with underwear, it would just be a waste of valuable seconds. I tried to force my hands off my body, to think of anything else, anything but cocks spurting jizz down my eager throat, but I was exhausted and disoriented from so many orgasms. Every time I’d let my guard down for a second, and brush against my clit or push on my g-spot like a go-button and I’d be dripping self-pleasuring mess all over again.

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Despite my internal attempts to resist, I stumbled out of the house, not taking money or identification or even bothering to lock my doors. One hand under my short dress, pinching my clit, the other squeezing my nipple, my thighs totally slick and shiny, all I could think was that someone was sure to stop and pick me up, and I could beg to suck their balls dry.

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So, on the plus side, I don’t really worry about making rent anymore. But, on the downside, the cum-bender I’m on has been 3 months with no signs of slowing down and I’m sure my landlord has removed all my stuff and terminated my lease by now.

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He took me… made me into this… THING. A sex addicted little fuckdoll whose appetite and cunt are so needy she can’t take care of herself…. So horny she can hardly think straight for more than two seconds, like someone cranked her libido up to 11 and...

He took me… made me into this… THING. A sex addicted little fuckdoll whose appetite and cunt are so needy she can’t take care of herself…. So horny she can hardly think straight for more than two seconds, like someone cranked her libido up to 11 and just left her like that. She cant stop licking and sucking on her lips. They feel so sexual… Impossible to ignore.

I can think, but it’s hard when my body is so demanding…. It’s like being hungry, my brand new pussy just tells me IT’S TIME FOR SEX! You can’t argue with your stomach when you’re hungry and it’s so hard to ignore…. You can only think about food. That’s what my new cunt is like…..

You can’t fight hunger or thirst. You can’t resist your body’s basic needs. You might hold out for maybe a minute or so, or even just a few seconds, but when my body tells me FUCK NOW, that’s all I can think of.

He made my pussy, asshole, nipples and lips glow pinker the longer I go without stimulation, so he can tell at a glance how desperate I am, and use it against me. I’m helpless with him knowing exactly how much i need it by how bright I’m glowing. Like a little horny nightlight. I try feebly to to cover it up, but it just shines through. And trying to cover myself with my hands just leads to light touching, which leads to rubbing, which leads to brighter glowing….. until a little pink glowing doll is crying and begging shamelessly for his cum inside her….

A helpless cycle, poor little thing. Willing to do anything just for some release.

I’ll be embarrassed and sulky afterwards, but not for long… and i just need it so bad….

Daddy…. I’m hungry….

And he smirks. The glow makes that obvious, but it’s fun to tease

“Is that so?”

I grit my teeth and get it over with.

“Yes…. I…. I need some fooood.” I’m talking slowly around my cumbersome lips. “I can only eat….. you know….”

He smiles innocently at me.

“Go on, you can say it…”

Still not used to my new place in life, I blush. But it’s barely visible through the neon pink I emit. My lips are glowing quite brightly, my nipples are a dull glow, he can tell iv been caressing my boobies in an attempt to stave off the horniness. But the intense glow coming from under the little skirt he “let” me wear is as bright as he’s ever seen it….

The need, the hunger, I feel like I’m starving. It’s soo much for me…

Pwease feed me daddy…. can i suck your…. your penis? I need your semen in my bewwy….. soooo bad..“

He starts slowly and deliberately pulling his fly down.

“Now now, those aren’t the words I taught you, are they? Try again”

I stare at the floor…. my hips squirming as my belly muscles twitch. He knows my pussy and asshole and lips are all screaming at me….

“Can I…. have my face fucked pwease daddy? Can you… put your cock down my throat and pleeeeeease feed me?

He smiles. “There, that wasn’t so hard was it? On your knees, there’s a good girl.“

I drop to my knees a little too eagerly, unable to stifle a sexy mewl of relief. I open my mouth wide and look up at him expectantly. The duality of my expression is quite cute, he can see my tears of humiliation but also that I’m trying hard not to smile

He takes himself out, still smiling, seeing what he’s made me into. He chuckles as my breath catches upon seeing his huge cock. A hand on the back of my head, taking a fistful of pink hair and pushing my super-sensitive mouth down onto his cock

The groan that escapes me is one of pure, primal pleasure. I hate needing it so badly, but once its happening… My lips feel so amazing that i love love love sucking cock, having my throat fucked, being used like the dolly I am now. Being grabbed and forcefully fucked feels earth-shatteringly good… He chuckles as the glow from under my skirt intensifies. Shame and humiliation forgotten for a moment, replaced with raw need. Putty in his hands, mindlessly needy and desperate.

Being fucked… having a cock in one of my holes is what I’m for… I’m a dolly…. I’m a fuckdolly…. a toy…. a slutty toy for cum to be squirted into….

I know it’s true. I’ve tried to deny it all day even as I kept playing with myself. But there’s no use, it’s just what I am. My head is pushed all the way down, my throat filled, my pink eyes are locked on his the entire time, except when they roll up inside my head….

When there’s a cock inside me, using my holes, my dirty filthy thoughts overpower my brain… what i want to think becomes quiet behind these filthy thoughts about being a fuckdoll….

It feels so good to have a dick this far down my throat…. stretching me… my lips are on fire they feel amazing…. I love this… I love being used like this…

Gurgling, glowing, drooling. My lips were made for this, for Daddy’s cock exactly. I’m roughly tugging and pulling on my enormous nipples and moaning cutely around him. My saliva production ramps up to make a sloppy hole for him to fuck…. I’m spilling drool down my chin and all over my titties…

I’m uncontrollably moaning some words…. He knows what they are even though I can’t speak them.

“Please cum…. please cum… cum down my throat I need it…. so hungry… cum for me daddy….”

He rises to standing, holding handfulls of my hair with both hands, fucking it on his cock. Just a doll for him now. Pulling me down deep as he empties his balls down my throat.

Even though he knows it won’t fully sate my hunger.

i scream in pleasure as I feel my tiny stomach take his huge load…. many times more than a normal mans. My drug… my food… the only thing I need fills me and I groan like a spent slut….

He’s modified himself to be more than a normal man, and me to only be able to take nourishment from him.

I came from my mouth alone…. my lips are twitching, if my mouth wasn’t full it would look like im making a “W” sound over and over again. My formerly flat belly a little rounded now. The glow in my lips and eyes has ceased… still pink, just not glowing…. I start shaking, my shame returning as my orgasmic aftershocks still hit me

“Ooooo…. da…. deee…. i don… wanna…. gawd…. help…. dolleeeee”

He reaches down and take one of my nipples between his fingers, pinching roughly.

“Dolly want a little more, hmm? Needy dolly? It’s okay to say yes.”

“Hhhhhng…… oh….. gawd…. noooo …. dolleee…. wans… moooore….. please…. use dolleeeee…. Morrre….” Im sobbing and shaking as I beg for more. He can tell my body’s needs are totally overpowering my frail little mind, the pink glow returning almost as quickly as it faded

“Mooooore…. pwease…” I struggle to my hands and knees, my huge boobies still grazing the carpet as I spin around and touch my face to the floor…. holding my glowing ass up in the air towards him, wiggling back and forth. I sob and hiccup a little as i start to beg him through huge bee-stung lips.

“More….. morrre….. fuuuuck soooooo empteeeeeee…. fill my holes Daddy….“

Presenting like a bitch in heat, dignity gone. Only need now. Just a fuckdoll for Daddy, nothing more.

"Fuck your dolly please…. use her dripping pussy….. use dolly’s ass i don’t care…. just fuuuck meeeee please Daddeeeee”

He smiles as my words come out all garbled from behind my huge swollen lips. I sound adorable and needy. The glow escaping my under my lil flippy skirt is getting close to blinding. He lifts it up and squints.

“Poor little thing, you must be losing your mind.”

One hand on my ass, the other guides the head of his cock to my swollen, glowing cunt. Pouting lips opening up around him almost like they’re welcoming him, like a flower blossoming.

In the mirror in front of me, he can watch my facial expression as he toys with me from behind. My mouth won’t close fully, eyes flicking between dull, glazed and bovine need with occasional flashes of awareness at what’s happened to me. But the need is too much.

I can feel his head lightly resting against my over-ripe entrance….. I push my hips back against it making the most delightful noises… My shameless little narration is so sexy to him.

“Nooooo… oooooh gawd.. fuuuck feels so goooood… I’m a dolly…. noooo stop…. helpfuuuck…. yesyesyes…..”

The hand on my ass moves to my hip to hold me in place as he starts to slide in, slowly. He wants to hear my reaction as he does, knowing he made my pussy to fit him perfectly.

“FffffUUUUUUUCCCKKK yesyesyes ohmigawd….”

Its slowly filling me… making me feel what I’ve been craving since I was changed… its an addicting feeling… like eating after being starving…. inch my inch, my tight little pussy stretches around him, creating more surface area for his cock to touch. I’m licking my sensitive lips frantically and full-on crying, both at the beauty of the sensation (it feels sooooo good to me) and at my shame of being this…. of asking for this…. not being able to control myself

But the shame can’t stop me. I’m too far gone. i can feel and orgasm approaching already. a pink tidal wave ready to crash over me. I’m terrified of it, but i want it so badly.

His cock comes to a stop, buried as far as it will go and I just shudder….. it feels…. PERFECT.

I was made for this feeling. I want to feel like this, perfectly stretched out around Daddy’s cock forever…. I will chase this moment always…..

He reaches down and starts toying with my glowing clit as I grind myself shamelessly against him….

A totally helpless, horny fuckdoll.

Glowing with her need.

Thanks to @foulfoulstories for writing this with me….

Also, I’m posting the original photo below, in case anyone is interested in how I made this image.

Happy Fapping my friends :P

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There is no spell.
There is nothing forcing me to act like a shameless slut.
I was never a man. I’ve always been this.
There is nothing controlling my complusions. Nothing forced me to lure this stranger into a random alley. Nobody forced me to...

There is no spell.

There is nothing forcing me to act like a shameless slut.

I was never a man. I’ve always been this.

There is nothing controlling my complusions. Nothing forced me to lure this stranger into a random alley. Nobody forced me to present my dripping cunt to him.

Nothing is manipluating my body. Nothing is behind the the fact that once he cums inside my tight pink snatch, I’ll orgasm so hard I pass out.

Nobody is making me dumber and hornier each time I wake up after being fucked.

Nothing is forcing me go out and do it all over again until I’m nothing but a used-up fuckdoll with no brains left.

…..

There is no spell.

There is nothing forcing me to act like a shamless slut….

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I see you’re awake. You might as well calm down and listen to what i have to say. I’m a professional, so believe me when I tell you that no amount of struggling is going to get you out of those knots. Especially not with that weak little body you...

I see you’re awake. You might as well calm down and listen to what i have to say. I’m a professional, so believe me when I tell you that no amount of struggling is going to get you out of those knots. Especially not with that weak little body you have now.

Yeah, that right. You didn’t even realise you’d been changed did you? Teeny little blonde girls don’t get away from rope bondage this good. And that’s what you are now. So stay still and behave.

You’re here because you saw something you weren’t supposed to. Something that nobody is supposed to see. And the person you saw, he’s a very frequent client of mine. He could have just chosen to have you killed, but I suppose another chance of sampling my product was too good to give up on. So he called me, and here we are.

I make slaves, you see. Not train, not break. Make. I take regular everyday people and I change them into something unrecognizable.  Obedient, horny sex servants for the superrich. I’m about halfway done with you, as you can tell from the supple little body you now posses. Thats you now, so get used to it. Your family and friends will never recognise you, nobody will ever come to rescue you. You’re basically dead to the world, outside of my records book and the inside of your head.

Now, normally I don’t ever comminicate with subjects. I drug them, I change them, I test them out, off they go. But you’re a special case. I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with why you’re here, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So the least I can do for you here is give you a choice.

My client specifically requested you be “a tiny, weak blonde doll who can’t talk ever again”.  He wanted to make sure youd never tell anyone what you’d seen. There’s a bit of wiggle room in the interpretation there, so I’m just gonna run you through your two options.

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Firstly, you cant talk if you’re too dumb to know how. This first syringe here, thats what its designed to do. Your mind will dull to the point that everything that was once “you” is effectly trapped as a passenger, too stupid to even know how to move on your own. You’ll be a doll, literally. I’ve used this stuff a few times before, and the subjects remember to breathe, but that’s about it. You’ll be at the mercy of your owner, my client. He’ll feed you, dress you, fuck you, all however he chooses. But that’s all beyond you because by the time you get there you’ll pretty much be at the IQ of a potato. And just in case you learn how to speak someday, as sometimes happens with long-term dolls, I’ll prevent oral control by swelling your lips up like flesh balloons. No sense letting mouth go to waste, right?

Now, you seem a little upset at this idea, so if you’re interested in keeping your mind intact we can arrange that instead. Only, ill have to make sure you can’t talk, so I’ll have to take your mouth from you.

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Its not a horrible life. I mean, granted, you’ll be a pussy-faced blowjob slave, but theres no plastic surgery involved here. That’s a real vagina, grown from black market stem cells, and it comes with all the pleasures of the female genitalia. I’ve visited a few of my older dolls that have had this modification, and believe it or not, they seem happy. Well, to be totally honest, they seemed totally addicted to having their faces fucked by cocks. And I didnt add that in anywhere, so it must feel really, really good to orgasm so close to your brain. And you should completely retain you mind and sense of self this way, so if your owner decides to unchain you once in a while, at least you’ll be able to appreciate it.

Well? There’s your options. I don’t have all day, so I’m gonna need a decision right now…

Option 1 or Option 2?

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