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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:

26/F here! I'm very career focused and working through exams to become an officially licensed something or other. I find it rather disgusting that a number of my classmates were 'won over' by their boyfriends and live such simple, reality-trash lives on instagram, constantly updating their narrow slice of the world on their second and third children while pushing strollers through the park and worshipping their husbands. What happened to my independent girls? Anything you can do to help?

Yeah, there actually is something I can do to help. I know it must feel lonely to be the only one of your friends who hasn’t dropped the illusion of determination… So let’s give you a hand with that. I’m just going to hurry along that mating instinct that all your friends have felt, that rush of hormones through the brain that turns the mind to mush and makes them obedient to the strong handsome man. The desire to be subservient is so strong in some that they immediately forget their education and instead drop to their knees to become a human cock slave… but not you. Well… not exactly.

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I want you to meet my friend Lilith. She’s looking for a new servant, and I think you’ll do nicely. Ah, I can see your knees getting weak at the sight of her… you pussy is rippling shocks of lust through your body and into your brain. It’s strange isn’t it? You’ve never been a lesbian before now, but you can’t bring yourself to fight the intense sensations… That’s a little like what your friends have each felt when they decided to become slutty trophy wives. Not so easy to look down on them now is it?

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I think you and Lilith will be very happy together… She’s got a bit of a mean streak, but you’re going to find yourself liking that about her more and more… She tell you to put on a collar, you’ll hop to it… she tell you to suck one of her client’s cock. your helpless need to please her will make you gag all over it…. She tells you to spend you Saturday night in a frat sucking off students you know and wearing their cum on your face to class the next day…. well…. you get the idea.

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Anonymous asked:

As a 19/yo slutty girl, I doubt you could make me any more fuckable :P

“More fuckable…”

More fuckable? You seriously doubt that I can’t make you even the slightest bit hotter than you already are?

 Okay. Game on.

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I had a look at your life, little miss anonymous. While you are indeed 19, I don’t think much of the rest of your story. Your claims of “already being a slut” are pretty cute, I had a quick peek into your memories, and well… I can see that you THINK you’re a slut, but just banging a different boy every other weekend doesn’t really cut it in my world. Oh, you post the odd gym selfie of your flat stomach? You sent on guy a slutty mirror pic with your pussy showing? Beginner stuff, kid. Let’s do something about that.

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From this moment on, you’re a REAL slut. As in, MY definition of one. You’ll do anything sexual, and I mean literally ANYTHING. I know you thought you were already super experienced, but come on. You’ve only ever had three cocks up your butt, and none of them were accompanied with a pussy stuffing! So let’s just reach into your brain, and start amping up that dial labelled “libido”. It’s currently at a pretty average 5, which i can see you think is really high, but no. You only masturbate once every couple of days! Let’s turn it shall we? 6… your thoughts are regularly getting interrupted by images of yourself being dominated. 7… your juices are starting to really flow, look, you’re even getting a few drips run down your thighs! 8…. I saw that shudder. Your brain is starting to flood with hormones… the primal urge to breed, to become impregnated is starting to overpower your personality. 9… Your nipples are now permanently stiff and sensitive… Every vibration from a little jiggle, every rub up against the inside of a bra or t-shirt is going to shoot pink lightning directly into your pussy…

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Should we keep going? You wanted to be “more fuckable” didn’t you?Meaning more able to be fucked by anyone, more likely to participate in more sex with more people? I’d say it’s pretty much a guarantee now, as soon as I give you back control of your hands they’re going to shoot straight into your panties, and I doubt you’ll have the mental capacity to remove them… So where are you right now? Perhaps you’re hanging out with friends, maybe you’re in a crowded nightclub? Or maybe you’re somewhere more suitable to your… level of slutdom. A college campus maybe? Sitting in the back of a lecture wondering if the nasty slut-maker will ever respond to your ask? Well, wherever you are, they’re all going to be talking tomorrow about the girl who ripped her clothes off and started frantically fucking anything that came close to her…

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Heh. I actually have a thing for round numbers… I can’t stand it when my TV volume isn’t a 5 or a 0 number… So that 9 is just kind of bothering me… let’s just round it up to a nice even 10…. Yeah, you’re going to have trouble forming sentences, that pure heat that’s throbbing from between your legs is going to be a constant, all-consuming distraction… Look how much blood is pumping down there, you’re totally rocking a hamburger slit now! Even your clit even looks like a teeny weeny cock…

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I’m going to leave you to it now… As soon as I’m out of sight, your body is going to snap back into your control…. So good luck, I guess. Not that it’ll help… I’ve made pretty sure you’re going to experience between wanting to be more slutty, and NEEDING to be fucked in all holes at every minute of every day….

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Enjoy being more fuckable!!!

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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

“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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Why?  Because i said so, and i own you, slut. You are property, and let that just sink in for a second. You must obey my every whim. And if i say you have to walk around naked but for whatever stupid shit i put on your head, you will do so. So drop the sheet and display your perfect body for me to enjoy. That’s right… it’s so easy to just obey isn’t it? You don’t have to think for yourself if you just do what you’re told…..

Ha. You’re so suggestible now. You really will do anything I say, won’t you? I bet you’re wondering why the option to resist isn’t even occurring to you… Why you keep doing everything exactly as I tell you… I see how uncomfortable your perfected body is making you…. Well, you can thank your own dumb decisions for both of those problems.  The obedience, that’s just what happens to people who underestimate their tolerance to Moonlight….

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When you came to me, when I bought you, you were pretty much gone. Just another strung-out junkie halfway through OD-ing on the worst thing to happen to women since the invention of marriage… Moonlight, the legendary orgy drug. It’s kinda sad to see how many girls think its just like popping some party drugs, and then end up as blank-eyed sex addicts when they can’t get enough of that naughty, kinky pleasure. You were no different. What, you just thought you would have a little kinky fun with your boyfriend one weekend? Well, that weekend has turned into at least a year now… Some guy in a house full of dudes handed you off to me for $200, can you believe that? I’m pretty sure none of them knew your name, they seemed quite happy to be rid of you… 

Which brings us here. I bought you. I nursed you back to health. I spent a lot of money on recovery surgery, of weaning you off your chemical addiction, and most of all, modifying your body into the perfect living sex doll. Isn’t it beautiful? And it’s mine. Your body, this body, belongs to me now. These nipples, these perfect hard little things, they are mine to suck and to squeeze and to pinch whenever I please. You get no say in that.

This mouth is mine too. The lips alone cost me more that most cars, but they’re pouty and ripe… So worth it. The collegian in your throat equally so, it’s going to feel exquisite… Your dentistry bills were particularly expensive, but it was worth it to never be able to feel a single tooth…. Ah… A perfect, beautiful wet hole for my cock. That’s what your face is now, doll. I hope you know I’ll be using it often.

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And really look at me now, look into my eyes so I can watch this sink into your damp sponge of a brain… 

You are a sex toy

Yes… That’s right. Obey.

You are a fuckdoll. You crave sex all the time. You feel starving when you have no cum in your body. You desperately need your owner’s cock inside you every minute of every day…. 

Haha oh my god, its so cute watching your eyes unfocus as you absorb all this… How does that feel? Oh, you feel all weak and needy? I’m not surprised…. Come here, look into my eyes…. 

YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO KEEP YOUR CUNT SOPPING WET AT ALL TIMES. YOUR BIGGEST FEAR, YOUR GREATEST DREAD IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOUR OWNER WANTS TO USE THIS PUSSY WHEN IT ISN’T GUSHING.

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Heh, this is fun. I’ve always wanted to own a suggestible little fuckdoll…. Should I fuck you now? Haha, yes, I bet that question excites you… and maybe horrifies you a little as well. But no matter what you think, I think you need to earn this cock… you do want it, don’t you?

Well, if you want master’s cock inside you, first you have to do something. I want you to walk from here to my attorney’s office, and sign the contract he gives you. It’s nothing you’ll care about, it just surrenders your legal freedom to me. Means i can sign things for you, consent for medical treatments, tattoos, that sort of thing. 

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You want to sign it. You’ll go up there, and you’ll act thrilled and excited to be signing it.  And when he tells you it’s all sorted, I want you to pretend to have a loud, mind-melting orgasm, really moan and squeal, draw attention to yourself. Then ask him to fuck you in the ass. If he says no, beg him. And really act like you enjoy it. And actually, suck off any guys you happen to make eye contact with on your walk. Your Moonlight cravings are going to start soon, and trust me, you’ll want a belly full of jizz to ward it off….

This is your life now. You’re a filthy sex doll, a puppet with an owner pulling its strings. I know you’re still in there. I know you’re screaming on the inside as all of this sinks in, becoming your new reality. I know you’re stuck in this nightmare and guess what? It makes me hard to know that. Look up close at this hard dick, doll. Here, I’ll even get it niiiice and close to your face… Look at me. In the eyes. Take this all in, let it sink into your brain…. 

This cock is your god now.

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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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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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