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Anonymous asked:

I don't know what's been going on but ever since I found your blog (6 months ago) things have been changing in my life... my hair has been growing longer and changing to an impossible Orange... I've been getting sensations in places that I usually don't get sensations, I've been looking at my male co-workers a lot more and well... I'm not attracted to woman any more. So my question is, have you been altering my life for the past six months?

Well, I’m sorry to say, but sometimes I just zap people with slow release changes that happen over time. People that piss me off, ya know? Maybe someone that cunt in front of me in line, or threw a soda bottle out of their window, or just general douchebaggery. Since you’re a little Anonymous Andy, I have no way of knowing whether or not you’re one of these people, but just in case you are… This is what you might expect.

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Your changes do sound a little similar to a fun little time-release curse I like to inflict on people called “Scarlett Fever”. Well, not the hair growing longer part… that’s just hair doing what it does. But the orange part? Yeah, that sounds like me. It means the cursed can’t blend into the background, they tend to stand out in a crowd. Their nipples start becoming more and more on their mind (those are the “sensations” you’ve been feeling right?). The nerves in them are multiplying at a massive rate, to the point where eventually your nips will be your main erogenous zone… At the moment they’re just testing themselves, in the next few weeks you’ll start feeling massive spikes of sensations as they dig their way into your brain.. Expect a few unexpected orgasms as they settle themselves into your nervous system…. There might also be some….. “localized swelling” in that area, and I should also mention, small spots will start appearing on your face as a marking system… I installed it so I could see how many changes were happening. It didn’t work, because of course there’s waaaay to many to quickly count…, but hey, it looked cute so I couldn’t be bothered removing it!

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The other big part of it, is you’re going to lose any interest in competition, in winning, in being equal… Scarlett Fever removes all these feelings, leaving its target a naturally obedient submissive. You’ll find yourself compelled to obey orders, to please anyone and everyone around you… you’ll even notice when people are trying to get a peek at your changing body, and your first, most powerful instinct will be to show them what they want to see and please them in any way you can.

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Of course…this is all theoretical. IF it’s my curse you’re dealing with. Sometimes lesser RA’s (that’s reality alterers to the uneducated) just like to fuck with people, and you’re just unlucky. Pretty easy way to tell though… By any chance have you yelled at a retail worker lately? Maybe loudly sent something back at a restaurant and DEMANDED your waitress bend to your will as the customer? Maybe you should try just being nicer to people, and see what happens? Suck some of those cocks you seem to have your eye on, bend over nicely for a few people who want to use you… maybe it’ll go away on its own?

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The pretty, freckled, ginger girl blinks, snapping back onto reality. She’s woozy, disoriented. She knows only three things for sure: she’s very confused, she’s totally naked, and just a second ago, there were three people in the room.

Now though, there are only two.

The second occupant of the room peers into the ginger girl’s eyes and smirks a knowing smirk.

“That worked a lot better than I thought it would… are you both in there?”

The ginger girl sudders and whimpers, Behind her eyes,overlapping personality traits and memories are warring with one another, clashing and creating paradoxes in her brain.

“Wha….what’s happening? Where’s FrankKay?”

The naked ginger girl suddenly feels dizzy as she tries to say two words simultaneously and her whole mind shudders.

“Ooooh lovely! It seems to be working just great!” says the other person in the room, a raven-haired woman with deep, knowing purple eyes.

A so-called “witch” who goes by the name Savage.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I don’t like it when people break into my house, I really dont like it when people question my witchhood, and I REALLY fucking hate it when little teenage bitches question my choice of decor!”

As the witch gets angrier, purple haze starts venting from her eyes, and the dizzy ginger girl flinches.

“You, a few minutes ago, as I’m sure you’re trying to figure out, were two very seperate people. Im sure you are very confused by your sudden abundance of memories, two different childhoods, two different sets of birthdays, two different personalities, right?”

The ginger girl, so disarmed by the swirling mess inside her.head, just sobs and nods.

“Well when you came in here and were both so very rude to me, I decided to just sort of….. smoosh your timelines. Imagine you’re the sides of a zipper, and I’m going to zip you both together! We’re going to take some of her life, and some of his life, trim all the rest, and really teach you both a nice little lesson!”

The witches words ring true. Inside the ginger girl’s head, two personalities, two sets of memories are merging, becoming one. Already, their recollection of their home life is totally different to what they know it should be. Instead of Frank and Kay’s families being next-door neighbours, with their kids growing up and playing together, everything is kind of… smooshed. Kay’s pretty mother married to Frank’s drunk of a father. Their house is built like Frank’s, but is filled with the decor of Kay’s. Moments merge so that they are at once recognisable to both, but also different and unsettling. A lifetime of moments zip by, cementing their place as the only, true memory of their history.

Savage chuckles and waves her hands, pausing their view for a moment. A memory from before, showing Kay, dressed in a leotard, gracefully performing gymnastics, surrounded by adoring spectators.

“Quite the athlete huh? Look’s like you’ve been taken with gymnastics your entire life… At it every day… trophies, training… Driven by your desire to be the best. You were completely obsessed with it!  We can work with that, can’t we?”

“Obsessed? How dare you? I just… I enjoy the sport, it’s my life okay! Don’t you fucking judge me!” Kay screeches within her and Frank’s shared mind.

“You are a little obsessed,” Frank’s thought-voice chimes in timidly. Reliving these memories from this angle, he can see Kay’s whole life revolves around it, as do most of her thoughts, all of her ambitions…. All centred around being the very best at this one thing she loves…

“Speaking of obsessions, aren’t we keeping one of our own to ourselves?” Savage asks, snapping her attention to Frank, bringing up another memory, this time one of his.

“Nooo… Please don’t…. Don’t show her that…” Frank begs, but the memory rises to the surface anyway, for all to see. A memory of Frank, watching through his closed curtains, one hand down his pants, as Kay next door changes her clothes.

“Ew! You watched me get dressed? I thought you were my friend! How could you?”

“That’s not all he does,” chuckles Savage, waving a hand and revealing the extent of this behaviour.

A cavalcade of memories rush by, all of them involving Frank’s many instances of lust. To Kay’s shock, Frank’s sexual tastes are wide, and extremely developed…. She sees Frank masturbating to her facebook profile picture, Frank taking photos of her and later squirting semen all over the part with her face on it. It seems Frank has been hiding an obsessive lust for his neighbour and friend, one that has grown in secret over the years. She chokes a little as in the fleet of a moment, she witnesses years and years of Frank masturbating many, many times, to all sorts of different porn and weird shit on the internet, bondage, gangbangs, pet play… and imagining Kay’s helpless face every single time. Kay shudders as she experiences these memories, finally losing her temper at the memory of Frank cumming under her sheets, only inches from her ass at a friendly sleepover they’d once had.

“You fucking perv! I thought we were friends, and instead you just wanna fuck me? Oh groooossss…  All that weird porn shit? You’re getting off imagining me in all those disgusting videos? You’re sick!”

“Kay, it- it’s not as bad as it seems… You’re just so hot, and I get so… sometimes I can’t help myself… I don’t do it that often…”

“Yes you do! Oh fucking yuck! I can see so much of it! You’re sick!

They continue bickering for a few moments while Savage chuckles.

“Hmmm an over-obsession with Gymnastics… and skeevy little wanker… alright… These should be rather fun to merge…. Aaaaand ZIP!

Frank and Kay’s inner voices stop arguing suddenly as the zip goes up a notch, merging their memories into one new history.

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For her, suddenly memories of hours and hours of gymnastics turn to memories of herself, filled with lust and curiosity, looking up weird stuff on the internet. Trying out for the school gymnastics team, as her parents looked on proudly, became discretely touching herself to porn for the first time, on her laptop at the kitchen table while her family watched tv in the adjoining room. Pleasant times like making friends with her fellow gymnasts and finding her body’s fluidity and grace all morphed in front of her mind’s eye, into chatting with strangers online in the dead of the night, discovering a range of new fetishes and the addictive thrill of fingering herself to filthier and filthier porn.

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She sobs and shudders as even a moment she deeply treasures warps beyond recognition. The day she had decided to dedicate her life to the sport, a day where she had landed a perfect septuple somersault on the balance beam, surrounded by her friends and supporters, folded into her new timeline. It too, changed shape, until all that she could remember of that day was how she had broken her own limits… how she had.been irreversably changed…. but in a different way. She’d been extra pumped up, her online friends had floated the idea and then been pressuring her to do it for weeks. On that day, in front of hundreds of strangers, she’d strapped herself onto a sybian that had arrived in the mail, bound her hands so she couldn’t get away, and ridden it to 7 back-to-back mind-melting orgasms. 

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With horror, Kay realized how similar the two situations were, how many little details carried over. After the 4th orgasm, she’d felt so dizzy, weak, like she wanted to give up, but her supporters cheering her on had kept her there. Right before the 7th, she’d had a moment of panic and pure fear, but before she even knew what was happening she had made it, she came harder than she ever had before and the rush of endorphins through her had made her mind weak and vulnerable, totally addicting her to what she’d just done. Trapped there, totally unable to move, in the daze and the sweat, her belly twitching, her body totally exhausted, a flood of intense pleasure rushing through her, she had discovered the way her body reacted to being watched by strangers, and recalled very clearly the conclusion she came to, the crystal-clear realisation that she wanted desperately to do this again. To be admired, To feel fucking fantastic while doing so. To become a world-class porn star, and be lusted after by people all over the world.

His memories too change, in a way much less drastically, but in another way much more so. His lazy afternoons of feeling horny, jerking his cock and watching a bit of porn now contain new features: an overdeveloped female body, and the frenzy, passion and enthusiasm that Kay had bought to her gymnastics. Frank whimpers as hours and days and weeks and years of first-person female masturbation fill his memories.

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A lifetime of having a dripping pussy and fucking it to intense, overwhelming orgasm over and over hit him like a freight train. His roughness with himself while he fantasized about Kay next door translated over to his new timeline, where they were now the memories of the ultimate sexual narcissist. She grew to love watching herself perform, his secret, desperate crush on Kay was now her fetish for watching herself orgasm, for seeing herself as she got off. Memories of how badly she was attracted to her own body grew to encompass her whole life, until he remembered single instances of catching glimpses of her own reflection or looking down at her own ample cleavage causing her to feel a rush of heat and soak her underwear with arousal. One of his most regular pastimes, touching himself while looking at photos he secretly took of Kay, turned into intense mirror masturbation sessions, locking eyes with herself while she came, roughly diddling her clit until she collapsed from the intensity of her own orgasms.

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As these memories merged with Kays, and everything began to slot together, both began to recall their first time recording their own porn on their phone, how the addiction of being watched combined with the fetish she had for her own body. She started small, recording herself masturbating in her room, and watching it back obsessively, cumming hard at seeing her own lithe body be so dirty. Then one night, in a fit of horniness, she’d uploaded her entire collection to the internet and experienced the thrill of knowing that strangers were jerking off to her all the time. She would finger herself for hours, watching the view countcounts rise and cumming to reading the graphic, lewd comments about herself….

Frank and Kay both reeled as their new memories settled in, totally replacing the old ones.

“What the fuck…. I’m a girl… a slutty girl? I… I should remember being a guy… I still know I am one… but… Jesus…” Frank thinks, a lifetime of looking down to see a feminine perspective replacing all his old memories. “I can’t… I can’t remember my own dick!”

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“What the fuck you disgusting pervert! You’re upset you remember the horror of being a woman?” Kay shoots back, outraged by her own updated memories as a teenage masturbation enthusiast and amatuer pornstar. “Oh my god, I can’t remember gymnastics at all… just… oh my god… all your fucking wanking!”

“Me? What the fuck, it was YOUR stupid obsession and single mindedness that made us such an addict… Oh my god, your body… Female orgasms… So many of them… I can’t even think straight…”

“Well that was certainly entertaining! Seems like your timelines merged in some fun little ways there! Gosh, her drive and focus on top of his little hobbies and interests… The merged version of you certainly loves to touch herself, doesn’t she?

Kay, totally horrified at her new memories, does her best to recall any little detail from her other life, but the more she delves, the more dirty memories rise… and the more aroused their shared body becomes… Their tight teenage vagina moistens and starts puffing up, as its years of overuse have conditioned it to do at the drop of a hat….

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“Kay, stop bringing up these memories! It’s making me so horny… I don’t want this…. Oh god, I have a cunt! A fucking cunt! I can feel it getting…. wet…. throbbing…. Fuuuck why does it feel so good?”

“No! Fuck I’m not this pervert…. I… I did gymnastics… I was the best… I won gold medals… I know I did… “

“Well, do you remember it? You remember that you should remember it…Or maybe you just think you should… But is that really the same thing? Somehow, I just don’t think so… Shall we continue?” Savage asks, chuckling to herself as she reaches around the quivering girl, roughly grabbing her by the cunt and stimulating her swollen clit, extracting an involuntary, guttural moan from the fused boy-girl.

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The witch giggles to herself as she looks again into the mind of the former pair of friends, now trapped together in the body of an easily-aroused narcissistic nymphomaniac, and wonders what other effects the timeline merge spell might have…

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Ever since that first guy came in your pussy, you were hooked. It was an accident, he was supposed to pull out, you were worried about getting pregnant. But then you felt that jet of white-hot fluid gush into you. It hit the walls of your womb, an...

Ever since that first guy came in your pussy, you were hooked. It was an accident, he was supposed to pull out, you were worried about getting pregnant. But then you felt that jet of white-hot fluid gush into you. It hit the walls of your womb, an organ you had never been aware of before. And something snapped.

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It became a need, that moment of bliss. It was all you thought about, to feel yourself filled to overflow with baby juice. You stopped worrying about getting pregnant, you didn’t even consider it any more. You looked so desperate, sitting on a mans cock, begging him to cum inside you. No man with a functioning libido could resist such a request, so every day you got to squeal with intense orgasm as a cock squirted you full of seed. 

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Word started to get around about the desperate little cum addict. Men started to seek you out and offer you their spunk. On the street, in public, it didnt matter, you would always go weak at the knees and desperately take them up on their offer. Your drooling, your choked excitement always made them smile. You were just a little cum junkie, whose life ambition was to drown in a river of sticky whiteness.

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A wee lil story for @scottishbimbo

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Jesse was in no hurry to get back to class. Had a bathroom pass, but they couldn’t tell her how long to take, so she wandered and daydreamed as as she took the long way to the farthest toilet. She swished her skirt, which was intentionally a few inches shorter that uniform regulation, and shivered with naughty feelings as the material brushed her smooth, pale thighs.

The truth was, Jesse wandered so long and so randomly because she was hoping that some boy or some teacher might cross her path. She wanted to fuck. She had sat in class, barely listening to some old bag droning on and on about whatever “social studies” were, and dreaming about a little social studying of her own. Ever since she had lost her virginity, Jesse had lost interest in anything other than boys. She was so mystified at the idea of being fucked and pleasing cocks that she didn’t spare thought for much else.

But cock was proving be difficult to nail down. She was only now what the boys called “legal”, but they all seemed nervous around her. Having very little experience in seduction herself, she didn’t know how to seal the deal. She could awkwardly flirt,but it was so clunky, and she hadn’t been able to come up with the words that might make a boy take his pants off for her. There were three teachers at her entire school that were hot younger men, but one was married and the all three had also rejected her at various points over the last few years.

Jesse couldn’t concentrate on anything. She was so very horny. She was frustrated. She had this dripping wet little teenage pussy, and no guy wanted to touch it! What was wrong with them? Or…. What was wrong with her?

“Excuse me, miss? You dropped this…”

Jesse was startled from her thoughts, burning red at how distracted she was. A student approached her and handed her a tube of lotion. She was confused, this wasn’t hers. More Perfect? She’d never even heard of this brand. She wasn’t even sure what it did…

“Guaranteed to make you more perfect!” giggled the smiling woman on the tube. That wasn’t much to go on at all…..

Wait. A boy! A boy had handed her this! This was her cha-

Weird. He’d just… disappeared. Jesse squeezed her shapely thighs together and groaned. That was the perfect opportunity! Looking down at the bottle, she wondered if maybe she did need to be more perfect.

Finally hurrying to the bathroom, Jesse uncapped the bottle. It smelled really nice, like plums. She poured a dollop onto her finger, and rubbed it experimentally onto her neck. She breathed in a deep whiff of the scent,and smiled dizzily.

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Her skin felt really good… She should definitely put more of this on…. Jesse’s face went passive and blank as she automatically pulled up her shirt, undid her bra and started slathering the mystery liquid all over her teenage breasts. She stood there for longer than she realized, massaging herself, gasping and breathing heavily, letting the pleasant, loopy feelings sink further and further into her skin… 

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An hour later, Jesse suddenly snapped back into reality. Had she been massaging this lotion into her boobies all this time? She couldn’t remember! The bottle was empty…. maybe she had? She giggled, mostly unconcerned with this development… after all, she had much more important things to worry about than some silly lotion! She grinned to herself as she made her way to her next class. Her boobies were so pert and sensitive now.. Every step produced a jiggle, every jiggle sent a little jolt of kinky lightning down her belly and directly into her clit. It was wonderful, the short walk to the door revved her up so perfectly… She was definitely going to find some cock today!

Her teacher, Mr. Alan, noted she looked dazed, he wondered if she had been smoking drugs. The little slut was probably just the type to cut class and sneak in a puff. She subtly sniffed at her as she passed, but he didn’t smell weed. In fact, she smelled wonderful! Like, thick creamy cocoa… His favorite drink! He watched her as she sauntered heel-toe to the back of the class.. slightly mesmerized by the way her supple ass swung back and forth… It should be illegal for women to walk like that… he could get in so much trouble just for looking! He gasped and suddenly sat down at his desk as she approached her desk at the back of the class - She want wearing underwear! He had caught a little glimpse of her perfect ass and her teenage pussy! 

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He swallowed as she innocently looked over her shoulder and met his eye. That wasn’t an accident. The little slut was flashing him! Dazed, he re-adjusted his pants and attempted to put the thought out of his mind. He was a grown adult, and these kids needed to learn about important life skills like Pythagorean Triangles. 

Jesse had been uncharacteristically quiet during the lesson. She must’ve be high, she looked so dazed and distracted. The image of her smooth pink pussy still glistened in his mind, as he got up to move around the classroom and offer help. He couldn’t help sneaking glances at the cute redhead, but not once did she ever return his look. Maybe the little show before had been him misreading a coincidence? As he worked his way towards the back of the class, the smell of fresh, warm cocoa again seeped its way up his nostrils. Could anyone else smell that? He noticed that the students sitting near her also seemed distracted by the smell, where was it coming from? He bent over to determine if someone had spilled a drink on the classroom floor, and his nose led him to the source of the now-overpowering smell.

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Mr. Alan was dizzy… how was this happening? Jesse was clearly masturbating in his class… and too distracted by her own playing to even notice that he was watching! But the smell coming off her was… amazing… every time he breathed in it made him feel dizzy… he wanted more… he wanted to taste this student’s pussy… at the current moment getting fired was not even important enough to register, the smell was so intoxicating and perfect!

“Class Dismissed…”

The class didn’t react much to their teacher, on his knees, dizzily mumbling at them to leave. The smell hung heavily in the room as they robotically packed up their books and quietly filed out. Mr Alan watched them go without even rising to stand, and when the door shut he turned back to Jesse and her mouthwatering scent, expecting to find the dazed girl still masturbating blankly.

Instead, he found a quite different view greeting him.

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“Is this what you wanted Mr. Alan?”

Jesse was looking at him mischeviously, pulling panties aside that she must have sneakily pulled back on during class…

Mr Alan’s heart skipped a beat. It was… PERFECT. The smell, the view, everything, he wanted nothing more than to push his face into it and drown. He leaned forward to get a taste of those sticky juices that were dripping so gratuitously…

And suddenly the panties snapped back into place and Jesse giggled to herself.

“Nuh-uh! Me first! Stand up, Mr Alan! I wanna see your dick!”

There was no argument.At this point he would do anything to lay eyes and nose on that perfect young cunt again… He rose to his feet as Jesse excitedly sank to her knees. He looked down blankly, unsure of what she wanted as she opened her mouth wide and issued a demand.

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“Fuck my face, Mr Alan! I wanna feel a man-sized cock down my throat!”

His brain overpowered by lust, Mr Alan needed no further nudging.Lining up to the perfect little mouth below him, he thrust all the way inside her, and was rewarded twofold: The noise that escaped the girl was a boner-inducing squeal of joy, a sound of pure lust and happiness. It made him infinitely more horny, and reduced his mental resistance even further. The second reward was more direct: An enormous amount of pheromones suddenly dropped from Jesse’s pussy, filling the room like a bath bomb. The perfect scent of mad lust filled every corner of the room as the young redhead finally experienced what sucking cock was really like.

Her lips and mouth were tingling with ecstacy. Her throat was being stretched open pleasurably. This was amazing. This was perfect. This was the only thing she wanted to feel for the rest of her life.

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1 week later, things were a little different at Jesse’s school. For one thing, everyone walked around looking a little dazed and distracted. Each of the students and teachers were constantly smelling their very favorite smell in the world. The thick, pungent smell hung in the air, it made for a very relaxed and sluggish atmosphere.

For another thing, people were constantly making their way towards the math block, and emerging looking blank but satisfied. If one was to follow the smell, somehow resisting the mental effects if forced upon the human mind, they would eventually enter Mr Alan’s classroom, and find the source of the scent that was keeping everyone so docile.

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Simply put, Jesse’s body was perfect. The lotion had seeped into her every cell, making her entire body into one enormous pheromone-spewing erogenous zone. Her large, rapidly-grown boobies were round and bouncy, her nipples could rightly be considered to be extra clits. Her mouth, so warm and inviting, felt to her like an extra vagina, a hole to put cocks in and feed on their beautiful goo. Her pussy, clit and asshole, having been coated repeatedly in lotion from her unwashed hands, were all swollen and oversensitive to touch. The little redheaded fuckdoll was extremely needy, but luckily she had no problem making anyone nearby take their clothes off and shower her with the only thing she really cared about now.

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Jesse had been made Perfect by that mysterious lotion. 

Even if she had the mental capacity to think about her decisions, I doubt she would change a fucking thing.

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Breaking the Girl Day 3 - Sunday

Ellie didn’t sleep that night. She lay in the same spot, working fingers, pens, anything she could find inside herself. She fingered her tight little asshole for the first time, thinking nothing of it, as she edged and edged and edged, keeping eye contact with the desperate slut in the mirror. Flicking her clit ring and sending herself to ridiculous heights of pleasure, she knew she was in control. Her reflection begged for release but she wouldn’t let it. She was better than that.

As the sun came up, the exhausted girl removed her hands from her swollen, soaked pussy and padded off to find me. Surely this would prove that she couldn’t be broken, she thought, as she attempted to pay attention to what she was doing instead of the hum coming from her exposed clit. I pretended to be impressed as she recounted her evening. No orgasms? You might just be too much for me! I chuckled, smiling to myself that she hadn’t even wiped her juices from her hands before confronting me.

I suggested to her halfheartedly that I ‘thought of a way’ to break her last night. She scoffed at me, telling me it was too late and I’d never win. But for some reason she still let me tie her up. She chuckled condescendingly as I slid a slim vibrator into her asshole. She rolled her eyes as I put a vibrating egg inside her soaking pussy and clipped a tiny bullet toy to her clit ring. This would never work, she was far beyond me sexually, she claimed as I tied the gag in place and stood up to admire my handiwork. She huffed haughtily, as if to ask “is that all?” I smiled, pushed 3 buttons on three different remotes, and left for a walk on the beach. 

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I returned two hours later to a drooling, incoherent mess. The carpet was soaked with pussy juice in every direction. Her eyes were unfocused, her nipples were straining so hard I thought they might pop. This little bitch had done most of my work for me. She’d spent 2 nights conditioning herself with only the slightest push. After revving herself so high, her brain couldn’t handle this kind on intensity. I removed her gag and asked her what she thought about all this and was met with only grunts, moans, cute little whines and screams. I smiled as I pulled out my cock, now much larger than she would remember it being, and shoved it down her throat.

Thinking back, Ellie is the girl that first made me think of adding a new g-spot to a woman. As I fucked her throat, actually enjoying this sluts body for the first time all weekend, I reached out with my mind once again. I rewired her brain to believe the back of her throat housed a little sensitive zone just like the one in her cunt. I immediately noticed the difference as she went from choking to suddenly enthusiastically thrusting back towards me. I smiled. Id definitely won the bet. She was gone. 

Untying her, I removed the egg from her pussy and roughly shoved my cock in to replace it. She was in a state if continuous orgasm, clenching around me, squirting juices, too immersed in pleasure to even realize how hard she was thrusting back against me. I felt myself about to cum…. Actually cum. Not the pretend orgasms I’d been giving her to grow her confidence. The combination of her tight pussy, her warm throat and her current mental state was getting to my head. On an impulse, in the heights of ecstasy, I reached into her brain and soaked her taste centers with cum. I poured a lake of cum into the tiny piece of brain meant to distinguish flavors, ruining it beyond repair.

In the years since, I’ve refrained from transforming someone I’m currently fucking. I must have gotten a little carried away and fried her taste receptors, because as I pulled out and came she acted like Id showered her in chocolate cocaine. I looked down at the little broken slut, guzzling cum like she was starving, and snapped a photo for proof.

Girl Broken. Flawless Victory.

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Breaking the Girl Day 2 - Saturday

Eleanor woke feeling…. Empty. Horny. Needy. She hadnt made herself cum the night before. No need to make my job easier, she reasoned. Her pussy didn’t feel like it had slept though… It was the wet, insistent throbbing that had woken her. She squeezed her boobies absently, wondering if they’d always been this sensitive….. Surely that was normal for an experienced sexy girl like herself. 

 The clit ring baffled her. Had she had that yesterday? It was tiny and silver, and seemed to hum with vibration. It was healed, and the metal felt so amazingly good inside her little pink nub… She must have gotten it a while ago…. All that edging must have scrambled her brain a bit if she was forgetting stuff like that. 

She dressed provocatively to frustrate me, and came out into the lounge to get breakfast, the little ring seeming to intensify the vibrations on each step she took. It was distracting, keeping part of her brain focused on her dripping pink slit at all times. She couldn’t remember what she was supposed to be doing as I greeted her. As I approached her. As I reached down and lightly flicked her ring with a fingernail. The hum became a foghorn and she collapsed into my arms, grabbing my hand and forcing it between her legs. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she violently humped back against my fingers. She came, helplessly twitching in my arms, the piercing amplifying any vibrations and shooting them directly into her pleasure centers. She didn’t think this was a problem…. That must be why she got it done in the first place, right? This guy couldn’t break her if she could do this to herself… He was probably intimidated by how hard she just came. She was still in control….. 

Her blowjob skills seemed to have improved overnight. She was more firm, more teasing, more into what she was doing, less vanilla. She giggled to herself at how much she enjoyed manipulating people with her expert mouth…. She was in control of me at this point….. She would win the bet easily, she thought as she took my cum on her tongue and swallowed it greedily…. This guy had no chance….. But damn his seed sure did taste good. She didn’t think straining to get more was a problem, she just liked the taste. That was all. 

We fucked for hours after she gulped down every drop of my cum. Because she wanted to, not because I did. She took my cock up inside her, groaning with pleasure as her tormented pussy was stretched and battered….. Shuddering uncontrollably every time my balls slapped on her clit-ring. She lost herself in her pleasure for the rest of the day…. Too distracted to wonder how a pathetic man like me could go for hours on end like this. Too horny to question how the strategy of fucking at length like this would prevent her from losing the bet. When I finally pulled out of her and wished her goodnight, she cried out and tried to impale herself again. My polite decline to continue made her angry. Was i even going to try to break her? I wasn’t taking this seriously, I only had one day left and I hadn’t even started….

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Breaking the Girl Day 1 - Friday.

She gave me the weekend. The little bitch bet me $1000 I couldn’t break her before she had to go back to school on Monday. She said she was already so into sex that she could take anything I threw at her and probably ask for more. Chuh….. Little girls.

I was still just starting out, see. I’d made one or 2 fuckdolls before, but they were basic. Flicking off the brain, turning the libido up to 11, removing ability to move without instruction. Basic stuff. I wanted to prove myself, do something more….artsy than just make another cumdumpster. Too easy, not exciting enough. So when little Eleanor bet me she could take anything I could do to her, I wanted to teach her a lesson….. I might have gotten a little carried away.

On the first day, while she thought I was too nervous to talk to her after her sexual boast (she actually thought she’d intimidated me, how adorable) , I reached into her mind. Removed her inhibitions, experimented with rewiring a few things, but carefully tried not to touch her sense of humility. She’d regret messing with me.

She thought going for a nudie run was her idea. I grinned to myself as I played along, knowing that she was getting turned on by this public nudity. The little twinge from her pussy when she was naked around me concerned her, but not enough to lose face in front of me.

When we returned to the house, I put my pants back on and picked up a book to read, while she stood there, dripping. She was naked and sexy, she was everything a man would want! Why was I not more interested in looking at her, in lusting after her? In breaking her like I’d claimed I could easily do?

Being so sexually adventurous and experienced, she “decided” she would seduce me instead. She approached me, so turned on, so desperate for validation. She was so pretty! I should be begging for her! She groped herself as she pulled down my pants and grabbed at my cock.

Her blowjob form was terrible. Light, teeth involved, so vanilla. I doubt she’d ever been taught, she just assumed she knew what she was doing. Nobody would ever tell a girl like this she was bad at sucking dick. But hey, at least the view was nice.

She wanted me to ask her to go further. She wanted me to beg for her supple body so she could deny me. So she could control me. But instead I just smiled and wished her goodnight while she sat, naked, dumbfounded, and more than a little wet.

I bet that she thought her 3 hour masturbation session that night was her idea too. She would have just told herself it was normal to hold herself on the edge of orgasm, thinking about cumming so hard her mind would implode….. Everything was normal and under control.

There was no way any guy could ever break her… Especially not a guy like me.

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