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Laura let herself into her apartment with a weary sigh.
The moment the door clicked shut behind her, she leaned against it and closed her eyes.
'What a strange day.'
She kicked off her shoes and stood motionless in the quiet hallway, trying to make sense of the persistent sensation crawling beneath her skin.
It had begun the instant she'd woken that morning. A tingling warmth that drifted lazily from her fingertips to the back of her neck, impossible to scratch because it never seemed to stay in one place for long.
She had ignored it. Forced herself through her usual routine. The entire time, it had lingered at the edge of her awareness, like a tune she couldn't quite remember.
By the time she'd reached campus, sheer stubbornness had become the only thing carrying her through the day.
Even then, something had felt off.
Her notebooks slipped from her hands twice. She fumbled with her student ID at the library entrance. She even dropped her pen during a lecture.
Normally, Laura prided herself on being organized. Today, she felt disconnected from her own body. As though some quiet part of her wanted to be somewhere else entirely.
The lectures hadn't helped.
Professor Nakamura had spent nearly ninety minutes explaining statistical modeling. Normally Laura found the subject fascinating. Today she couldn't remember a single thing.
Every time she tried to focus on the whiteboard, her attention wandered. Not to her phone or the world outside the window, no it focused on the people standing at the front of the room.
It embarrassed her even now.
Her imagination had insisted on inventing ridiculous and sexy scenarios involving nearly every woman teaching that day. Legs spread on the desk, showing off drenched folds. Hands placed on the wall, back arched and butt held high. The next one more pornographic than the one before. Each time she caught herself drifting into another daydream, she'd snapped back to reality with a flush creeping across her cheeks.
'What is wrong with me?'
She had asked herself the question so many times she'd lost count. No answer had come. Only that same restless anticipation. As though something important waited just beyond the edge of her thoughts. By the time her final class ended, she'd barely retained anything from the day's lessons.
She wandered into her living room without bothering to change clothes. Her backpack slid from one shoulder onto the floor with a dull thud.
Laura collapsed onto the couch. The cushions welcomed her with familiar softness. For the first time all day, she felt herself relax a little.
Her gaze drifted toward the desk in front of her. The computer waited there.
Dark screen. Silent.
For reasons she couldn't explain, seeing it sent another ripple of anticipation through her.
Her fingers twitched.
A thought surfaced.
'Just for a little while.'
She frowned. Why had that thought felt so compelling?
It was only her computer. She used it every day. There was nothing unusual about it. Yet the urge to switch it on seemed oddly urgent, as though she'd been looking forward to this moment since waking.
Laura shook her head.
"I'm overtired," she muttered. That had to be it. Classes mixed with stress and combined with too little sleep.
She pressed the power button.
The monitor flickered to life. Its pale glow filled the dim apartment.
Laura watched the familiar startup screen appear.
For a moment, the tingling beneath her skin eased. She smiled in relief. Whatever had plagued her all day was finally beginning to settle.
Then, before the desktop had even finished loading, a notification quietly appeared in the center of the screen.
She didn't remember leaving any programs running.
The message contained no sender.
No subject.
Just three simple words.
'Welcome back, Laura.'
Inside her mind the words were spoken in a breathy tone. They dripped with sensuality.
Without thinking, she reached for the mouse.
Her movements were sluggish, almost mechanical, like the sensation she'd felt earlier that morning had grown to consume her completely. She leaned forward in her chair, peering closer to the screen as if it were a lover's embrace.
The tingling beneath her skin became more insistent than ever before.
Her hand slipped down between her thighs.
Her skirt had hiked up just enough that she could reach beneath its hem without thinking about it. One fingertip brushed across her panties, pressing lightly against her mound.
A sharp jolt ran straight through her.
The sensation made Laura freeze instantly. Her whole body tensed as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. The sudden shock left her panting. A shiver ran down her spine. Heat blossomed deep within her core.
Laura stared at the message on her computer monitor. It felt as though something was pulling her towards it, drawing her in until all she could see was that single sentence glowing in front of her eyes.
She licked her dry lips.
A flush rose along her cheeks. A warm tingle danced along her spine, making her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her shirt.
The cursor moved to an unfamiliar icon. It pulsed gently. She had no recollection of placing the file there. She would've remembered an app named "GoonDoll.exe" after all. Yet there was no denying that she was now looking right at it.
Her breath grew shallow and uneven. She felt a strange pressure building inside her head. A kind of weight that pushed down on her thoughts, making them slow and heavy.
She tried to look away from the screen but couldn't quite bring herself to do so. Instead the fingers on her panties drew a circle.
Another bolt of pleasure shot through her, making her gasp aloud.
Her eyes drifted shut. In that instant she could have sworn she heard something whisper inside her skull. Not actual words. Just the faintest echo of sound. So quiet she might have imagined it entirely.
The sensation sent a tremor racing down the length of her back.
Click. Click.
Her hand pressed the mouse button twice. The icon opened. The screen went dark.
A soft sigh escaped her. Her eyelids fluttered closed once again. Another shudder passed through her body, sending goose bumps rippling along her arms and legs. Her toes curled against the carpet. She stroked herself idly.
She could still feel the heat pooling low in her belly. It burned brighter with every passing second, filling her with an unfamiliar hunger. A need unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
The screen suddenly filled with a hypnotic, swirling spiral of color.
The tingling sensation under her skin increased. It intensified until she could no longer ignore it. Her whole body trembled as the heat spread outward, consuming her entirely. Every inch of her skin flushed. She squirmed restlessly against the cushions of the couch.
Her hips bucked upward as the pleasure grew sharper, stronger, more intense than she'd thought possible.
Behind the spiral images started to fade in and out. They appeared in the background, almost like the spiral itself had turned into a kaleidoscope. Some were too blurry to make out, while others came through crystal clear.
An image of a woman clad only in a bra and panties, crawling across a hardwood floor on all fours. It wasn't a photograph but drawn. The proportions of the woman were impossible. Massive, gravity defying breasts, an hourglass waist and an ass so fat it looked cartoonish.
Then another. This one of a blonde woman in a school girl outfit, skirt pulled down around her ankles as she sucked on her fingers. Her lips stretched around three of her own digits, sucking on them obscenely with flushed cheeks.
A redhead wearing a leather harness, her nipples poked through holes cut out of the leather, as her gloved hand pumped a massive strapon. On the ground in front of her was another impossible woman, hogtied with a gag in her mouth, a leather collar and leash on her neck.
Another, a busty nurse with her back arched and head thrown back. Her eyes were crossed and her mouth was wide open, her tongue lolling out as thick ropes of cum painted her face.
Laura moaned.
Her hand moved more quickly now, rubbing furiously over the fabric of her panties.
The heat inside her burned hotter than ever before. She writhed on the couch cushions. Her thighs quivered as her hips rocked up to meet her fingers.
The spiral spun on, growing larger and more detailed. Words appeared.
"Relax."
Laura's eyes glazed over as the word seared into her mind.
"Enjoy."
Another flash of heat shot straight through her body, igniting the flames of desire deep within her core.
"Breathe deep and relax."
The air filled with a faint, almost undetectable, electronic humming sound.
She felt her muscles go slack. Her eyelids grew heavy as the words repeated over and over. A soft, soothing female voice, whispering inside her head. It was like someone had taken away her worries and replaced them with bliss.
Her lips parted slightly, letting out another quiet moan of pleasure.
Her free hand came up to caress one breast. Her fingers found her nipple and began to tease it through her clothes. Her breathing quickened.
The images faded and shifted again and again. Now there was nothing but a single woman, a beautiful blonde, with her face twisted in an orgasm. She wore an elegant black dress and was bent forward over a couch. A hand gripped her long, golden hair, holding her down as she shook.
"That's not for you."
The words flashed on screen and seemed to echo around her skull as the voice whispered again. This time the speaker's tone had changed slightly. It sounded deeper. Darker.
More sensual.
Laura's legs spread wider apart without conscious thought.
She watched the spiral rotate in lazy circles on her screen, growing larger with every second.
It filled her field of vision, until everything else disappeared behind the pulsating glow.
"Goon Dolls don't cum. They edge."
The words burned themselves into her consciousness like firebrands.
She groaned helplessly.
"Goon Dolls belong on the screen. They exist for the pleasure of others. Goon Dolls exist to edge for eternity, never finding release."
The words seemed to take root within her very being. They burrowed deep inside her mind. Twisting and turning until they had become an intrinsic part of who she now was.
Another image of a busty redhead in a white dress shirt and tie, bent over a desk with her face pressed into the surface and her dress pants pulled down. Thick, white stripes of cum painted her back, ass and legs. She was trembling, her knees weak as her fingers frantically rubbed at her clit.
"Goon Dolls are desperate and needy. Their holes ache with a constant need to cum. But they can't."
Laura whimpered, as the image faded away.
Her fingers rubbed at her clit more forcefully than before, sending shivers of ecstasy shooting up her spine.
Another image appeared. Impossible globes rested on the blondes chest. A waspish hip rolled into wide child-bearing hips. Plump ass cheeks connected to long svelte legs. Her pussy gushed with a translucent liquid, a string of the fluid connecting from the woman's pussy to the ground.
"Goon Dolls have no need to think or make decisions for themselves, because Goon Dolls belong to the Hentai Sluts on screen."
The voice in her mind continued its seductive whispers, lulling her deeper under its spell.
"Goon Dolls are horny, eager and always willing to please Hentai Sluts."
Another flash of an impossible beauty, on her knees. Her head thrown back, eyes closed and tongue lolling out of her mouth in a lewd ahegao expression of ecstasy. The brunette was completely covered in cum. Her face and cleavage painted in the sticky white substance. Her mouth opened wider, as if begging for another load of seed from an invisible lover who had claimed ownership over this toy woman.
"Goon Dolls buy their Hentai Slut products on HentaiSluts.net. Goon Dolls spend all of their time edging, money, and resources on Hentai Sluts."
This time, a blonde wearing only a pink apron and nothing else appeared. She knelt on the floor of an apartment. Her fingers thrust into her sopping wet pussy. The words "cum dump" were stitched on the apron. The woman had clearly been used. She had clearly enjoyed being used. Her face twisted in the throes of orgasm as she plunged her fingers into herself again and again.
Laura felt the first waves of an orgasm. But before it could arrive her hands stopped. A voice whispered in the back of her head. She heard it faintly over the sound of the electronic hum that filled the room. 'No.'
"Goon Dolls do not cum. Hentai Sluts do."
The blonde continued to plunge her fingers into her dripping wet sex. Her hips jerked back and forth, her body trembling with pleasure. Cum leaked from between her legs.
"Goon Dolls do not think, they obey."
Laura saw another blonde, naked except for a pair of high heels and a pink collar around her neck. A tattoo depicting a womb and ovaries were drawn on the woman's torso. A heart decorated her left impossible boob. The number 69 on her right boob.
The woman's face was contorted into an ahegao expression of pleasure. Her hands were bound behind her back with a pair of handcuffs. Her pussy gushed with an endless stream of cum, dripping to the ground. Words like "submissive", "whore" and "fuck is" floated around her.
"Goon Dolls obey the instructions of the hentai slut they worship."
Laura whimpered. Her fingers rubbed her throbbing clit.
Another flash of a busty, dark haired woman, her face flushed and twisted in ahegao. A man stood behind her, holding her up as his cock pumped in and out of her. Thick strands of drool fell from the corner of her mouth to the ground. She was dressed in a short skirt and a crop top that had fallen to reveal a breast with a large nipple that bounced up and down. A hand print had left a mark on her ass.
"Hentai sluts get what they want from their Goon Doll. Goon Dolls are so desperate to serve their Hentai Sluts. Buying Hentai Slut products on HentaiSluts.net is like an orgasm for Goon Dolls. It's the only relief they can understand."
A raven haired woman appeared, her face flushed with desire and lust as her fingers plunged into her dripping wet slit.
The hum inside the room increased. Laura heard it vibrating through her skull and into her brain, filling her with an unbearable heat that made every part of her body tingle with an almost unbearable intensity. The words flashed on the screen, echoing around her mind, searing into her brain and replacing what was with what would be.
Laura watched as a blonde girl on the screen came hard. She arched her back and thrust her chest outwards, her large, round tits jiggling as her body shuddered in pleasure. Cum spurted from her pussy as she moaned, and Laura felt a twinge of jealousy, of need, of longing. Her own fingers rubbed furiously, desperately trying to coax an orgasm out of her aching sex, but it wasn't happening, and Laura's frustration built to the breaking point.
Laura moaned, and her head fell back against her couch. Her fingers worked her clit faster, but she knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she wouldn't find release.
"Goon Dolls imagine other women are Hentai Sluts. Goon Dolls are obsessed with Hentai Sluts. It's the only thing on Goon Dolls' minds. Hentai Sluts. Hentai Sluts. Hentai Sluts."
Laura felt her body shake as the voice spoke inside her head, as though the speaker was sitting next to her, whispering in her ear.
"Goon Dolls can only think of their obsession, and their desire to please their Hentai Slut, and the way they will edge for eternity."
She could no longer keep track of how many times she'd seen that blonde girl on the screen cum. Her pussy gushed cum, her large tits bounced, and her mouth opened in an O-shape, as the voice whispered into Laura's mind. She felt the heat of arousal burning in her veins, her nipples hardening against her blouse.
"Goon Dolls want to obey, and obey and obey and obey."
Laura moaned softly as she heard the words, the sound coming from her lips unbidden. Her hips rocked forward as her fingers moved more urgently against her clit.
"Goon Dolls want to submit to their Hentai Slut. They will spend their time edging. They will buy Hentai Slut products at Hentai Sluts Dot Net."
Finally the parade of hentai images, spiral and sultry voice stopped. The screen went black, and the humming faded to nothingness, leaving only the soft sound of Laura's labored breathing, her body still tingling with the remnants of arousal.
Laura's mind slowly returned to reality. The images, voice and spiral fading as her brain began to reboot and restart her normal functions.
Her hands slowly stopped rubbing and teasing her sex and nipple, her body trembling slightly as her arousal gradually ebbed away, leaving her feeling spent but unsatisfied, a deep longing still aching in the core of her sex.
Pouting, she opened her browser. It opened to the page that had previously been on display.
HentaiSluts.net.
A webpage that claimed to sell hentai themed merchandise, including panties, t-shirts, and other assorted knick-knacks. A beautiful woman was on display as the model. Large, round, perky breasts, wide hips and an ass that would put a peach to shame. She wore a pink bikini top that was clearly a struggle to contain her massive mammaries and a pink skirt that barely contained the bottom half of her.
Laura felt an odd sensation as she stared at the woman. Her pussy throbbed. A deep, intense longing settled into the core of her being. Her hand slid down her body, under her panties. Her fingers found the nub of her clitoris, and she rubbed herself slowly. Her eyes drifted shut, and she moaned quietly as pleasure rippled through her, building inside of her as she pleasured herself to the image of this woman. This slut. This- this. "Hentai slut," she whispered. "Oh god yes. Such a Hentai Slut."
Laura's fingers moved faster as the arousal grew stronger within her, and she whimpered softly, her hips rocking gently. The other hand navigated to the registration. She quickly signed up for an account. It took only moments to type out all the necessary information, including her name, email address, billing address, phone number and a username, password and security questions. The registration finished without incident.
GoonDoll_Laura_67 was ready to obey.
Within seconds she had access to everything the site had to offer. Simple fan products, over sex toys down to singular images, short clips and full length anime episodes. She scrolled through it all with her fingers moving faster, harder, rubbing her aching sex. Her pussy clenched, and her hips jerked, and she moaned, her arousal rising.
"Oh god." she moaned. She scrolled past the t-shirt and panties, past the figures and posters, past the pillows and plushies. All the while her arousal built, and built and built until finally, her body shuddered. Her hips bucked.
And nothing. No orgasm came, just a deep longing, an aching emptiness, a desperate need to cum, and it wouldn't come.
"No." she moaned, her finger desperately moving, faster, harder, faster, harder, harder, harder! And yet, no matter how much she rubbed her clit, no matter how much she pleasured herself, the orgasm simply wouldn't come. "Fuck. I- I need to- to cum." She whined softly. Her arousal grew, her body shivered with the intensity of her desire.
She had to buy something. To spend money on this site. On these -- Hentai Sluts. Her pussy throbbed.
Delirious she put the first twenty four minute hentai into the cart. A bimbofied blonde with massive tits, impossible hips, and a large bubbly butt in a school girl uniform. The hentai in question had her bound to the wall with a dildo up her pussy and another in her mouth.
She purchased it.
Her arousal spiked, and for a moment, a blissful moment, her body shuddered, her sex clenching and her fingers moving faster. And then, just as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone, and the arousal ebbed away, her pussy still throbbing with an aching emptiness.
"Fuck. I- I need- need to buy something else," she said, panting and desperate. "Need more."
She added the matching poster of the blonde in her school uniform to her cart, along with the matching clothes. She was going to buy all the Hentai Slut products from "College Student hypnotized! New Campus Bimbo Whore appears!"
GoonDoll_Laura_67 loved to please her Hentai Slut. Hanamura Kikyou, or Kiki, deserved a good Goon Doll. She would make it so easy. Just edge, spend money and time on her. On the products of her. On everything she wanted.
The poster and clothes would arrive tomorrow. The first episode downloaded. GoonDoll_Laura_67 couldn't wait. And the best thing. Kiki was only the first Hentai Slut in the "hypnotized!" series. Already the market place recommended the other series. There was also Professor Nakamura from "Teacher hypnotized! Sexy Education!" Or Akame Sora from "Detective hypnotized! Going Under Cover!"
And so many others.
It didn't take GoonDoll_Laura_67 too long to order. She clicked purchase again and again. The high of spending her money on these Hentai Sluts. These products. It was so good. It was better than an orgasm.
The Goon Doll closed her eyes, the images from her screen still flashing in the darkness behind her eyelids. Dreams filled with fantasies of being a mindless, bimbo whore just like Kiki-chan spread inside her mind.
After all, a Goon Doll needs money to please her Hentai Sluts. And what would be better than to use all they taught her. It wasn't like GoonDoll_Laura_67 had anything besides gooning and Hentai Sluts inside her brain.
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“Such a goddess!🥵”…”Perfection🤩”…”fuck! I’m so hard🍆💦”
It was clear Vanessa’s army of simps were loving her latest set…Her eyes lit up as she watched the tip notifications pour in, each time she heard the *PING* of a new donation she felt a little dopamine release buzz through her.
Her pink nails tapped rhythmically on her phone as she liked the comments and replied to the thirsty DMs filling her inbox. Years of posting Onlyfans had taught her exactly what to say to draw even more money out of these losers pockets. Sure, she was misleading and ripping people off… sometimes they got angry or upset, but there was always another simp waiting for her attention if they stopped paying…
“Thanks for the tip baby 💋…how about another $50 and mommy will show you how it looks from the back?? 🍑😜”
The money kept flowing in and Vanessa couldn’t have been happier, she was already thinking of ways to spend her money…a new purse…earrings…or maybe another hot lingerie set she could use to milk even more cash from her fans…the possibilities were endless. She was still daydreaming about it when the constant donation notifications were interrupted by the sound of a new subscriber signing up to her page. She knew this was an opportunity to make a big score…She copy and pasted her usual welcome message to the new sub and waited for “MarkMan83” to reply…
“Hey goddess V, I just subbed and love your page so much already!! I’ve been following you on insta for a while and I just had to see more of you…I must say I’m not disappointed🥵!! I was wondering if you did any custom content at all??…I’d love to hear your thoughts on this fat cock 😈🍆”
Vanessa smirked to herself as she read the message…she knew this guy was going to be easy prey…
“Hey Mark!…firstly thanks so much for subbing I’m so glad you’re here, I know we’re gunna have so much fun together 😈 I usually don’t do dick ratings for brand new subs but something about you tells me you’ve got something really special down there 🤭 how about $300 and I’ll record you a custom of me reacting to your dick?? I’ve discounted it for you because I REALLY wanna see what you’re packing 😘”
In reality Vanessa usually did ratings for under $100 but she knew the best way to deal with a new sub was to start high and see if they were stupid enough to agree to the inflated prices…
“$300? I can’t say no to you at that price! You got a deal! I promise you’ll never be able to get me out your head once I show you this…just give me a minute to get some good pics goddess 😛”
Vanessa couldn’t believe her luck…first time subs usually scoffed at her prices but this loser thought he was getting a good deal…
Vanessa began scrolling through her files trying to get her pre-recorded dick rating video ready for her sub. The fact this idiot thought he’d actually be getting custom content from her made Vanessa giggle to herself a little. She sat and eagerly awaited MarkMan83 to do his thing.
Barely a minute passed before she saw the notification come through:
The words “like candy from a baby” rang through Vanessa’s mind as she saw the payment hit her account. All she had to do now was wait a minute to ‘record’ her custom video and then she’d have another satisfied customer. It was rare Vanessa even took the time to look at the pictures her fans sent but seeing as she had a moment to kill she decided it might be fun to see what MarkMan83 was actually packing.
She could barely keep a straight face as she opened the first image…the tiny 2 inch cock she was looking at was pathetic even by her subscribers standards. The second picture showed another unimpressive angle of his manhood and the third had it held next to a banana as if that was supposed to make it look bigger…Vanessa managed to contain her laughter just enough to screenshot the picture and send it to her friends group chat.
She swiped to the fourth slide, Vanessa instinctively raised her manicured hand to her mouth in shock. This pic showed Mark stood naked in the mirror. She could see his tiny cock, his weak middle aged body and his full face, grinning at her as if she should be impressed. The pathetic state of him made her feel slightly nauseous…she knew there was still a video to watch, she knew it she shouldn’t look but her curiosity got the better of her. She took a moment to pause before swiping to the video. Vanessa thought she was prepared for anything but as the video began auto playing her screen changed to show something she could never have anticipated
The spiral seemed to suck all of her attention in…she tried to look away but felt like she couldn’t, the more she watched the harder it became to turn away. Her mind began to go blank, the outside world seemed to no longer exist…Then the words started
“Hello Vanessa…if you’re listening to this it means you fell right into my trap you stupid slut…I suppose I should probably introduce myself, my name is Mark of course, you’re messaging a new account I made. But I think you might remember be a little better by another name…’Loserdude43’…”
The name sent a pang of fear through Vanessa’s body… she still couldn’t break away from her phone but her mind began to recall what she had done to this man…He was her worst victim by far. She’d lost count of how much he had given to her but it was way into the thousands… he was a uniquely pathetic sub, always desperate for more, always willing to pay. Until one day he’d had enough…Vanessa remembered trying to reason with him while he raged at her through her DMs before she finally blocked him. She thought that was the last she would ever hear of him. But it seemed her past was catching up with her…
Her heart began to pound, fear spread through her being, and worst of all she couldn’t look away or stop the video
“$27,480…that’s what you took from me…but it was more than that V, all those nights I spent talking to you for nothing, I lost my friends, my job, everything, just so I could be with you and you saw me as nothing more than an ATM machine…but don’t worry… I’m about to even the scores for us…just sink deeper and deeper into your trance…there’s no point resisting now…no more being a brat…you’re all mine”
The words now seemed to burrow deeper and deeper inside of her mind. If she could, Vanessa would have screamed, but Marks trickery was keeping her completely still, helpless and subdued. Instead Vanessa could only listen and soak in whatever Mark wanted her to hear.
“It’s far too late to turn back now bitch…you’re about to give me everything V…I know you’re feeling helpless, scared and vulnerable in the state but this is exactly what you deserve…Now I want you to repeat these words aloud V… and once you do you’ll finally pay the price for what you did to me and so many others over the years…”
Inside, Vanessa was terrified but her face and body were void of emotion, she was no longer in control of her body. Then Mark began to speak through the video once more…
“I Vanessa, forfeit my claim on this body” To her horror she could only listen as her body repeated the phrase aloud.
“I welcome another soul to take it in my place” again Vanessa was helpless as she recited the words once more
“My own soul will be cast out, to take the place of whoever claims this body as their own… I will accept this bond for eternity…”
Suddenly a high pitched ringing began to fill her ears. The noise grew louder and louder, the voice on the video was still playing but she could no longer hear it. There was only the noise and the spiral, growing larger, spinning faster, pulling her in deep and deeper until…it consumed her.
Vanessa came too on the floor. To her relief she could move again, but her momentary pleasure was quickly squashed…
The realisation began to set it the more she awoke…This wasn’t her house, this wasn’t her bedroom and most terrifying of all this wasn’t her body…
She let out a gut wrenching scream as she looked down to see the disgusting naked body she was teasing only a moment ago was now her prison! She cried, screamed, panicked, pinched herself but there was no escaping this nightmare. Then her cries were interrupted by a familiar *PING*
Vanessa rushed to the computer and frantically clicked on the message from ‘GoddessV’
“Heyy Mark… thanks for the donation 😉, unfortunately I changed my mind and I don’t want to review that pathetic little shrimp of yours lol 😂… I know you’re probably really confused right now but I just want you to know this is exactly what you think it is and before you start raging at me…no…there’s no way to undo this…”
Vanessa didn’t know how to react to the message at all…she knew who had all the power now. She just sobbed, trapped as a middle aged man forever…as she contemplated how to reply a second message alert came through
“The way I see this Mark you have two options…you can bitch and cry and moan like the loser you are and I’ll block you on every platform forever and you’ll never see this body again…OR…you can accept your punishment and we can keep talking and I’ll let you see what I’m doing with your old perfect life…what’s it gunna be loser?”
*3 Months Later*
“Heyy loser…I just took some super cute pictures that I know you’re dying to see🤭. How about $80 for a peak?? I promise you won’t regret it 😜 x”
Mark read the message while sat at his computer. He knew he shouldn’t, he knew he should walk away from this but there was something so intoxicating about GoddessV that he couldn’t say no to, no matter how much it hurt.
“Hey goddess😘…I’d love to see, any chance you could do it for say 50-60? I already gave you a lot of money this month?” Marks heart raced. He knew it was risky to ask
“What??? Ahaha…you know I don’t negotiate with simps…in fact just for asking I’m bumping the price up to $100. Pay me now you little virgin or you and you’re little shrimp are blocked 🍤🤏”
Mark cursed himself for even asking…he knew he shouldn’t have said that…he thought about the idea of being blocked…maybe that’s what he needed a way to break free from Vanessa forever and start living his life. He was a 43 year old man, he shouldn’t be spending his days talking to e-girls online, paying for their luxuries and only receiving humiliation in return. But then the image of GoddessV creeped into his mind again…
*$100 Donation sent*
“I knew you’d break loser… enjoy the picture. You could only dream of a body like this 🤭😂”
“Fuckkk🥵…she was literally the goat, anyone know if she’s still active???”
“Can’t understand why she disappeared when she had so many followers…such a hot pawg tho 🍑 !
“Welp…at least the last thing she posted was hot as fuck…I must’ve bust to this pic like 20 times lol 😜 🍆💦”
“She probably just got her paycheque 💸 and dipped…still, I like to imagine she’s taking some nice BBC on a beach somewhere! ♠️”
…
“Do you want me to keep reading the comments or are you feeling suitably humiliated loser?”
My mistress ran her sharp nails through what remained of my short receding hair as she continued to scroll through what used to be my Onlyfans account
“Hmm…looks like there’s still a few subs clinging onto the hope you might return after all this time…maybe we should post a picture of what you look like now…imagine…your former simps seeing you reduced to one of them…” she let out a menacing giggle
“P…please no…” I stuttered as my eyes began to well up. I stared at the pictures of my old self, it was getting harder and harder to remember what that body even felt like…if only I hadn’t accepted the invitation to collab with my current mistress. I can still recall the horror of feeling my body changing under the effects of the x-change pill she slipped into my drink that night. She’d made sure to keep me dosed up this last two years ensuring I never had the chance to escape this pathetic male body
“Awww is the little beta getting upset?…you’re lucky I even let you see you old body” Mistress teased me, pinching my cheek harshly with her thumb and finger, I let out a quiet wince of pain as the tears continued to build up
“Imagine if your old self could see you now… she’d be so fucking embarrassed and disgusted with what you’ve become… especially with that little prick between your legs aha” with that she gave my manhood a hard slap. The impact winded me. I dropped to my knees in agony, barely able to breathe
“It would be so easy to let the pills wear off and let you go back to your slutty little life” mistress continued to lecture me as I tried to regain my faculties. I continued to gasp, unable to catch my breath. Then suddenly I felt her manicured hand cover my mouth and nose, the all too familiar feeling of the x-change pills entering my mouth was impossible to ignore… “but keeping you like this is so much more fun!”
I tried my best to wrestle and break free but with my already weak body deprived of oxygen I knew I couldn’t resist for long. As my vision started to blur I gave in and swallowed the pills. Mistress noticing this finally released me
“Good little subby…that should keep you stuck like this for at least a couple months” it was clear from her tone how much that thought pleased her. Meanwhile my heart sank knowing I was doomed to inhabit this pathetic body even longer and with each dose of x-change I could feel my will to keep fighting reduced
“Come now loser…take one last look at your old body…you might never see it again aha…then you’re going to come prep my bedroom for a friend of mine who’s coming to visit…You collabed with him once upon a time… I wonder if he’ll suspect anything when you’re serving as our cuck tonight!”
Hey Bryce, I know I don’t need to tell you what day it is but I hope you’re excited for your yearly update!
First and foremost, I recently celebrated my 36th birthday which means it’s now been 15 years since I swapped our bodies back in college! How time flies when you’re having fun! As you can see I’m still looking as perfect as ever and it also means we’re getting closer and closer to the point where I’ll have spent longer in this body than you ever did. God…I love that thought so much, I really can’t wait to take that away from you!
I suppose my day to day life hasn’t really changed much since I last updated you…I’m still with my amazing boyfriend Martin, we’re still living up in the hills but after his recent pay rise we were thinking about moving into something even bigger, oh and for my birthday he surprised me with my dream car! It’s a Porsche and i absolutely love it!! I also spotted him looking at engagement rings on his laptop one night. So who knows… maybe by the time I give you my next update I’ll be married!
Hmm what else?…I’m still working out a lot, yoga and pilates a couple times a week. There’s a new cafe that opened near my gym which I’ve been loving, it’s such a great place to have catch-ups with my girlfriends and they do the best matcha lattes! Otherwise I guess I kind of just do whatever I want when I want aha! It’s so nice never having to worry about a job or money with Martin around. And of course, after all this time, no one suspects a thing!
As for you…well, I saw you changed your profile picture on Facebook, you’ve seriously gained some weight since you last posted and your hair…eww…you really need to think about shaving it off, that combover isn’t fooling anyone! And you’re still working at that dirty kitchen downtown as far as I can tell…I know you found this swap difficult but you’re seriously not even trying to help yourself at this point. I hope cleaning all those dishes is worth your 10 bucks an hour or whatever…Looks like you finally got a life that reflects your shitty, entitled, bully mentality and I have to say I take every single bit of pleasure knowing I did this to you.
I hope you know you deserve this more than anyone, for all those kids you bullied for all the people you stepped on and thought you were better than just because you happened to be lucky enough to be born as a rich, pretty blonde girl. I hope you think about that every day of your life. My only regret is I didn’t do this sooner.
Hey Dylan! Just thought I’d message you to give you a little update on MY vacation! I noticed you tried to keep it quiet that you were going away…was that to try stop me swapping into you aha? You know I have access to like every email and account you own, did you really think you could hide it from me aha!?
Honestly I’ve been having the best time here. You picked such a nice hotel and the surrounding town is so so cute! I’m sure you would have absolutely loved it here. There’s so many nice restaurants but above all I’m literally surrounded by cute guys 24/7, I’ll leave it up to you to imagine what kind of fun I’ve been having…
But all this downtime has actually had me thinking…can you actually believe how far we’ve come over the last 18 months? I still wonder what our lives would be like today if I hadn’t found all that weird cuckquean fantasy stuff when you asked me to fix your laptop at college that one day. For a start, you’d probably be the one sunbathing in a bikini over here where while I work at home aha!
God I still remember the feeling of excitement I had when I found out you were into this stuff, I couldn’t believe one of the hottest girls I knew was such a freak! I’d love to have been a fly on the wall the day I sent you that email containing all the dirt I had on you, I bet your expression was absolutely priceless!
Is it still worth it for you after all this time? Giving me full freedom to swap with you when I want just to keep your secret from becoming public? I think anyone with a shred of self respect would have just taken it in their stride at this point but the fact you don’t even try to fight it anymore tells me everything I need to know…part of you absolutely loves this.
You might have been born with the body of a hot bratty slut but you have the mentality of a total fucking loser lol, no wonder you became the freak that you are…it’s just so much fun to keep fucking with you aha
Anyway…I’m done talking for a while, one of the waiters at this place has been flirting with me the whole time I’ve been here and I think tonight I’m gunna give him a little treat aha… maybe I’ll send you a picture if I’m feeling generous x
Enjoy my shitty apartment, I’ll give you this body back whenever I feel like it.
Do you remember those first fews weeks when you showed up at this firm? Strutting around in your heels acting like you owned the place, barking out orders and grilling people who worked here before you were even old enough to talk…
I bet you felt so powerful, so important back then. Now look at you…54 years old, balding, pathetic and newly demoted, all because you thought a senior management role meant you owned this place… I did everyone a favour that day I swapped our bodies. But I could still make it worse for you, you know…
I could fire you with a click of my fingers, maybe if I was feeling exceptionally cruel I’d say you touched me inappropriately and you’d never get hired for a serious job again. There’s so many things I can think of, but honestly I think the worst punishment for someone like you is to simply keep you here, serving your former body, no longer important or entitled, just an expendable wimp that nobody cares for.
Hmm it makes me so fucking happy knowing that somewhere underneath that flabby wrinkled face you’re stuck helplessly in there, clinging desperately to the idea that one day I might swap us back…god justice feels so sweet!
Now…you’re going to work all through the night to finish my quarterly write ups ahead of tomorrow and if you fail to finish them or they aren’t up to the standards I expect, I’ll force payroll to reduce your rate.
I’m leaving now to get ready for my date. I’ll make sure to let you know how it goes tomorrow. Now get out my office!
CW: corruption, mind control, body control, femsub, maledom, orientation play,
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Linda stood by the office window, absently watching the late afternoon traffic crawl through the streets below.
Sandra had said she'd only be gone for a few minutes. Linda couldn't quite remember why. Either way, she expected the next sound to be Sandra returning.
The click of the office door made her smile.
"Finally," she murmured.
She turned. The smile disappeared. It wasn't Sandra.
Todd stood in the doorway. Sandra's ex.
Linda had met him only a handful of times before the breakup. Quiet, forgettable, the sort of man who blended into a crowd the moment he stopped speaking.
Yet something about him seemed different now. He stepped into the office without asking permission.
The door clicked shut behind him.
"Todd?"
Linda frowned.
"What are you doing here?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he slowly raised his smartphone until the back faced her.
Linda took a cautious step forward.
"Todd?"
A high, piercing tone suddenly rang through the room. She winced. The sound wasn't painfully loud. It felt precise. As though it had found exactly the right frequency to slip past her ears and vibrate somewhere behind her eyes.
"What is--" The question died on her lips. Her knees weakened. Linda instinctively reached for the back of a nearby chair.
Her fingers missed. Her body seemed to ignore the command entirely. Instead, she felt herself straighten. Her shoulders relaxed. One careful step carried her forward.
Then another.
No. The word wanted to emerge but her mouth didn't move. She wasn't walking. Her body was.
The shrill tone continued, unwavering. Linda's heartbeat slowed to match its rhythm. A strange warmth spread from the base of her neck through her arms.
The sensation wasn't painful. It was deeply, unsettlingly comfortable. Without understanding why, she lowered herself to the floor.
One knee touched the carpet.
Then the other.
Her head turned up. Eyes rolled up into her head. Lips formed an inviting ring as tongue stretched out.
She heard Todd pull down the zipper of his trousers. Her nose filled with the stench of a sweaty musk. Something hard, long and throbbing touched her lips.
Like a puppet on strings her body moved into action.
Her lips closed over the shaft. Her hands gripped the cock by the base, holding it in place as her tongue circled around the tip.
She tasted salty sweat and precum. A man's taste. The flavor of cock. The smell made her nostrils flare.
Her lips parted. Her jaw widened to accept more of his thick, throbbing length. She felt his pulse beat against her lips.
Her body reacted on instinct. Her hands stroked along the base of the shaft. She slid the thick, heavy rod in and out of her mouth.
She couldn't believe what was happening but the sensation was undeniable.
She was sucking Todd off. Right here. In her office.
The realization brought a sudden clarity.
Linda felt a wave of panic. She struggled to move her body, to pull herself away, to speak out and demand that Todd release her. But nothing responded. She remained on her knees, head upturned, eyes empty. Her fingers and mouth worked over Todd's cock with an expert skill. It took no time to bring his member to full attention. Thick and throbbing, it pushed deeper between her lips. She could feel his pulse beat against her tongue. Her own saliva dripped down the length, her mouth producing more and more to make the blowjob easier.
A low groan emerged from the depths of Linda's chest. She felt her mouth widen. She took more and more of the shaft, her head bobbing back and forth. Her lips and tongue worked together to massage the shaft, her cheeks hollowed with every suck and she moaned with every new inch she took in.
Todd's hands ran through her hair. He grabbed hold, forcing her mouth down. Linda's gag reflex failed to kick in. Her throat opened to welcome the rest of the shaft in, the tip pushing deeper into the back of her mouth.
Her fingers moved from the shaft to her blouse, undoing its buttons one by one. The fabric parted. Her bra followed suit.
Linda's tits were on the bigger side of things, round and firm with dark nipples that perked up in moments like these.
Moments? No. Not moments. There hadn't ever been moments.
Not before this one. But now? Her mind couldn't think beyond it. Couldn't imagine beyond it.
There was no before. There was only the taste, the smell, the feeling of Todd's thick and heavy cock between her lips. That was her past. That was her present. That was her future.
Todd pushed her away suddenly, forcing her to the ground. She lay back, eyes empty and mouth still agape.
Her fingers continued to move with a will of their own. They undid the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She tore the denim from her legs. Her underwear was discarded without hesitation. Her body exposed for his pleasure, she lay still. Only her fingers continued to move, stroking the outer folds of her pussy.
Linda's thoughts raced to keep up. She could feel every motion of her hands, feel every gentle touch of her fingers. Yet it wasn't her will. And still it was. Her mind circled around the contradiction. Was it her will or not? She didn't know. She couldn't know.
All she could focus on was Todd. The sight of his thick, throbbing cock. The smell of its musky, manly stench. The anticipation that built with each second that passed.
Her pussy glistened. Wet and dripping, it invited Todd's cock.
Her legs split apart. She held her knees close to her body.
Todd stood above her, his erect cock in hand. A single, glistening bead of pre-cum rolled from its tip.
Linda wanted it. Needed it.
The hunger inside of her felt unbearable. Her mind couldn't even remember what life was like without the desire for cock. She had been living with this hunger her entire life, hadn't she?
But that seemed wrong too. She wasn't interested in Todd. In his massive delicious cock. She desired Sandra and her slutty big tits and butt. The taste of her juices. She loved her girlfriend.
No, that wasn't it either. Her thoughts circled around in endless circles. She couldn't focus. Couldn't think. Not with his cock so close.
She watched, eyes empty, body relaxed and inviting. Todd pressed the tip against the wet folds of her pussy.
He entered her. Slowly at first, pushing just the tip in, letting her adjust to its girth.
Then a little further, his hands grabbing hold of her body and pulling it towards him.
Her pussy welcomed him, its muscles stretching open and wrapping tight around the intruding rod.
Deeper, deeper. She could feel the thick cock inside of her, could feel it fill every inch of her.
The sensation was overwhelming, incredible.
It was wrong, a voice whispered at the back of her mind. It wasn't what she wanted. It couldn't be.
But then Todd's fingers squeezed her soft, firm breasts. Her body arched in response, back bending to accept more of his thick cock in her.
It felt so right. So perfect.
She moaned. A loud, low sound from somewhere deep inside.
His balls pressed against the soft flesh of her ass. His shaft sank deep inside of her, its thickest point parting her tight hole. Her body felt filled, stuffed to the brim with his massive member.
And still it wasn't enough. She rocked her hips against him. Her pussy clenched, muscles squeezing around his throbbing member. She wanted him, needed him to fuck her.
His hips rocked in rhythm with hers. The thick cock slid in and out, spreading her wide with each push. It was unlike anything Linda had experienced before.
The feeling was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes widened as a powerful thrust made her breasts bounce up and down.
Her body was his plaything. Every part of her existed only to give Todd pleasure, to accept the thick, hard cock into her and milk it for every drop of seed it offered.
Her mind knew it was true. Her mouth hung open in an endless moan as she felt him pound away. Every thrust brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
She could feel the pleasure build inside of her. Her toes curled and her back arched. The cock slammed deep inside her, hitting the back of her womb.
She couldn't believe it was possible. It shouldn't have felt so incredible.
It didn't matter that it was Todd's cock buried inside of her, she couldn't stop herself from cumming. Couldn't stop herself from loving it.
The orgasm tore through her body with a power that left her speechless. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. All she could do was lay there and take his cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her body. It felt incredible.
Linda felt the thick cock inside of her twitch. A spurt of warm liquid shot deep into her womb. It felt incredible. She wanted more of it. Her body rocked back against him. She moaned and cried, begging him for more. For all of it. Every last drop.
Her pussy tightened, squeezing his cock like a vice. Her eyes widened in wonder. It was amazing. Perfect. The best feeling in the world. She moaned loudly as another orgasm tore through her. She lost track of time, of space. She could only focus on Todd's cock. Nothing else mattered.
After an eternity the shaft left her. The sudden emptiness felt almost painful. Her pussy gushed, her juices mingling with his. She couldn't move. Her body felt heavy, numb.
A sudden click made her turn her head. Todd was leaning against a table, his phone out. He tapped its screen. A few seconds later a woman appeared in the doorway. Sandra. Blonde hair, high cheekbones, large eyes and lips. Dressed in a short skirt and tight blouse, the outfit showed off her long legs and curvy figure.
Her eyes rolled back like Linda's. A vacant smile played on her lips. She walked towards the desk without a word, then bent over and pressed her chest against it.
Linda didn't move. Couldn't. All she could do was watch. Her thoughts remained cloudy. Something was wrong here, she could tell that much.
Sandra spread her legs and hiked up the back of her skirt, revealing her bare behind. Linda felt a sharp sting of betrayal at the sight of Todd's cock sinking between her girlfriend's pussy lips.
She felt cheated. Yet the ringing made it right. It felt right to see Todd's massive shaft sink deep into her girlfriend. The sight was so hot. It made her mouth water. It was perfect to watch as he pushed into her, filling Sandra with every inch of his cock. The way her girlfriend moaned in delight as his thick cock sank deep into her pussy.
Linda watched as the couple fucked on the desk, Todd's balls slapping against Sandra's round and shapely ass as he pounded her hard. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled her ears, her nose was full with the smell of Todd's manhood and Sandra's submission. It turned her on. She could feel her pussy grow warm and wet at the sight, her clit aching for attention.
Todd grunted, thrusting his hips with a force that sent Sandra sprawling over the table. The blonde girl gasped as she came. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly. Todd fucked her with a steady rhythm. He was taking her, owning her body with each thrust.
He wasn't just fucking Sandra, he was fucking her to his own rhythm, his pace. He owned her completely and utterly.
Linda saw how Todd tensed. And unloaded another massive load deep into the woman he owned, the woman that Linda had been so stupidly trying to seduce from him. It had never been more obvious who Sandra belonged to. It was all so simple, so perfect.
A sudden clarity washed over her. Her thoughts cleared. The haze that had filled her mind disappeared. The world around her returned into sharp focus. She could feel the hard surface beneath her body, could feel the cool air against her skin. She could hear the sounds of the city outside, could smell the scent of sex in the air.
She followed the strings urging and stood up. Stiff and at attention. She knew exactly what was going to happen next. She was his. Body and soul. It didn't matter that it had been her and Sandra for so long. That they had promised each other to stay faithful and loyal.
None of that mattered. Nothing did.
She could feel her heart pound as Todd finished fucking Sandra, her eyes following the throbbing cock as it slid out of her girlfriend. She licked her lips. Her tongue was already out and ready, her mouth watering at the prospect of tasting his cock once again.
Smirking he turned around.
"Now, Linda and Sandra, let's talk about our new relationship," he said.
Like her, Sandra stood at attention. Both focused completely on his words. They listened eagerly, their eyes never leaving his face. The tone was still ringing in their heads, guiding their thoughts and feelings.
"You will both act like you are a couple in public. You will be sweet. You will flirt and skirt the level of what is appropriate. You will dress less conservative. Show off what others can't have. Of course you will try to be as successful and profitable as possible. But when you get home? Then you will turn into my depraved, submissive sluts. You exist to serve and please my cock." Todd's voice was calm. His tone left no room for debate. Linda could feel the truth of his words, feel how her entire body craved to be used and abused.
"Good sluts, don't need to waste their money on useless things, such as a hobby or your own apartment. You will give me all your money and live at my place. And I will be so gracious to allow you to buy clothes and food that I like. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
Linda could feel her mind reel. It sounded incredible. Of course, it was amazing to have a real purpose in life, to be a good slut to her owner. Why would she ever want anything else?
She didn't need a hobby, didn't need to have her own apartment or money or anything like that.
Todd's cock twitched. "And you will make sure my cock is satisfied and happy. Always. I can get a blowjob and a fuck anytime and anywhere I want. You will never be busy and you will never have any excuse to deny my needs. And you will be grateful to serve me. Because I own you."
His tone sent shivers down her spine.
"Thank you sir," she whispered, "thank you for owning us." The words felt strange. They should've been foreign, wrong even.
Yet it was true. Linda could feel her body tingle. It felt wonderful to be owned. To belong to someone. To be his. Her mind was still hazy from the intense orgasms, her pussy wet and ready for more.
"Please sir," she continued, "may we kiss your feet?"
She felt the need rise up from within her, felt how her body wanted to kneel, how she wanted to kiss and lick every inch of him.
"Yes, master. Please let us please you," Sandra moaned. The blonde's eyes were empty. She stared straight ahead, her face expressionless.
Todd smirked again.
"Very good," he said, his tone pleased. "You may kiss my feet, my slaves. But do not stop until I tell you otherwise."
The two women fell to their knees at once. Linda pressed her lips against Todd's shoes, her tongue lolling out to lick his soles and the top of his foot. She tasted the salt and grime of his boots.
Sandra followed suit. The two of them kissed his feet passionately, their tongues running over his shoes, their hands caressing his legs. Their bodies trembled as they did their duty.
Linda could feel her body respond to the touch of his feet. She felt a strange thrill at the idea that her owner might allow her to serve him in such a manner.
He chuckled to himself. "That's enough, you whores."
The two stopped and pulled away.
Todd took the time to examine them closely, admiring the sight of their bodies and the way their faces looked as they gazed at his feet with worship. "Now," he continued, "why don't you kiss each other? Let's share all the dirt."
The two girls didn't hesitate. Linda threw herself at Sandra's mouth, her tongue darting between the blonde's lips and into her mouth, her teeth nipping at the soft skin. The blonde's hands cupped her ass, squeezing it hard. Linda groaned with pleasure. Her pussy ached with desire, her nipples were hard as rocks, and her entire body trembled.
She could taste the grime and filth on her girlfriend's tongue, the salty sweat and dirt that had accumulated on his shoes. It was disgusting. And she loved it.
Sandra's own mouth sought out her lover's, their tongues intertwining and exploring one another's bodies. Sandra's hands slid along Linda's smooth back, caressing her sides, tracing lines across her ribs and spine.
They kissed passionately, hungrily, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.
"Don't be shy. Tell the other what a dumb slut she is. Really. Sandra left me for a cunt like Linda. And Linda here sucked and fucked me so hard, I'm sure she wanted to taste my dick on Sandra," Todd's voice boomed.
Linda blushed. Her face burned hotly at the words. But her heart raced faster, the arousal within her growing ever greater.
She wanted to be humiliated by her girlfriend, wanted to be made to feel like nothing more than a lowly, depraved whore who deserved nothing but ridicule and shame.
Sandra pulled back from the kiss and stared at Linda. "You're such a dirty slut, you know? You sucked Todd's dick like you loved it. Did you love it?"
Linda bit her lip. "Obviously. But I'm not the idiot that left his delicious cock for a dumb cunt like myself. So, who is the bigger fool, Sandra? You should have stayed with him."
The blonde girl laughed, leaning in to lick Linda's neck, nibbling at her skin as her hand slid up and down her lover's sides, squeezing her ass. "You're a whore who can't control herself," Sandra whispered.
"And you are a slut that can't get enough dick," Linda responded.
Both women giggled. Todd shook his head in amusement.
"That's right. But now everything is right. Get up and get dressed. Time to go home. I am so excited for you to see it."
The two women stood. Linda quickly gathered her clothes, putting them on, her hands trembling with anticipation. Her pussy tingled at the idea of what awaited them. She felt her body respond to the promise of more cock. Her nipples were rock hard again. She felt an almost unbearable desire to be fucked again.
She got dressed in silence, not bothering to clean up. Her body felt dirty, sticky and sweaty. Just like the ringing told her she loved it.
Linda couldn't wait for her future with Sandra and her owner, Todd.
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CW: corruption, mind control, personality change, hypnosis, femsub, femdom, sapphic
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Doctor Evelyn Leyswell leaned back in her chair and allowed herself a rare, satisfied smile.
The office had finally fallen quiet.
The last patient had left nearly twenty minutes earlier, the receptionist had gone home, and the steady rhythm of appointments had given way to peaceful silence.
It had been a productive day. She closed the final case file and stacked it neatly with the others. Each session had gone according to plan. Patients who had arrived guarded had left relaxed. Those burdened with anxiety had walked out calmer than when they'd entered. Several had made remarkable progress, succumbing to the new personalities that would make them profitable whores.
Evelyn took quiet pride in that.
Helping people change was the reason she'd entered psychiatry in the first place.
She stood, stretching the lingering stiffness from her shoulders. The room smelled faintly of old books and lavender. Outside, dusk painted the city in warm amber light.
Time to go home.
She reached for her handbag.
Stopped. Something felt -- off.
Evelyn frowned. Perhaps she was simply more tired than she'd realized. She rubbed at the bridge of her nose. The feeling persisted.
Almost absentmindedly, she crossed the room and lowered herself onto the leather couch normally reserved for her patients.
The cushions sighed beneath her weight. Another thought surfaced. This was wrong.
She blinked. Of course it was wrong. She never sat here. Not during office hours. Not after them. This wasn't her place.
The realization should have prompted her to stand. Instead, she remained exactly where she was.
The room tilted. Just enough for the bookshelves to seem a fraction farther away than before. Evelyn drew a careful breath.
Dizziness. That was all. Low blood sugar, perhaps. She should -- The thought dissolved before reaching its conclusion.
Her heartbeat sounded unusually loud. Almost synchronized with something she couldn't quite hear.
A sharp click echoed from the hallway.
Then another clack.
Heels. Someone was still in the practice.
Evelyn frowned. Linda should have left fifteen minutes ago. Hadn't she?
The door opened.
Through the growing haze clouding her thoughts, Evelyn watched her secretary enter without knocking.
Linda's posture was immaculate, every step deliberate as the polished heels announced her approach across the hardwood floor.
Click.
Clack.
Click.
Clack.
There was something different about her. A tight leather corset hugged her torso, revealing her toned legs and cleavage. She was wearing make-up too, bright red lipstick that accentuated her lips.
The realization came sluggishly. Linda should not be here. Should not be dressed like this. Should not --
"Good evening, Doctor Leyswell," the woman purred. Her voice carried none of the usual subservient undertones. "It's so nice of you to wait. We have a lot of work ahead of us."
Evelyn stared. That was all she seemed capable of. Staring.
The world tilted a bit further.
She was supposed to say -- supposed to -- The thoughts crumbled into mist. She couldn't quite grasp them any longer.
"Your practice has done wonderfully these past few weeks," the woman continued, crossing behind the desk and lowering herself onto Evelyn's chair.
"Doctor?" The secretary looked at her with an expression that was both familiar and strange. "Do you have any questions?"
"No," Evelyn said automatically, before she even knew what she was saying. "No questions."
She didn't know why. Something in her voice was off.
"Very good." The secretary nodded approvingly. Her unfocused eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Then we can proceed. It's time for Evelyn to be put in her box. The doctor doesn't need to be awake anymore. Isn't that right, Eve?"
The words were a command, Evelyn realized through her haze. A key-phrase that triggered an automatic reaction deep within her. Evelyn felt the strings inside her mind pull tight. Everything that was Evelyn -- her identity, her self -- faded back, disappeared into a pink box she could only remember now. It's satin velvet interior felt calm and relaxing. So warm. She didn't need to be awake anymore. There was nothing left for the doctor to do. To remain inside her warm and cozy mindspace sounded like the best possible action. To let the world fade away as she was safely boxed in. To relax and just be Eve. The one and true Eve. The one that never had to be in charge and make decisions.
The secretary watched in silence as Evelyn slumped further into the cushions. Her breathing grew slow, her eyelids heavy. As the doctor faded back into herself, another persona surfaced. It emerged from the depths of her subconscious like a leviathan, a presence that was both intimately familiar and alien.
Eve giggled awake. A beautiful sensation. Her eyelashes fluttered open as her mouth spread into a wide grin. Rubbing her thighs together, she leaned forward with hungry anticipation. This was always the best moment.
"Hey Lindy! Is it time for us to have fun?" Her words rolled off her tongue like syrup. She felt her body tingle in excitement as she watched her friend settle into the doctor's chair.
"Oh yes. It is." The woman in the leather outfit smiled. "How do you feel, Eve? How does it feel being awake again? I know the doctor kept you locked away."
"I am good, but she was mean to me." Eve's pouty face turned to her with a mixture of hurt and annoyance. "The bitch didn't let me out at all since last time! I wanna play with the whores too!"
"I know. I saw her sessions. Don't worry. That will change soon." Lindy grinned as she watched Eve stretch on the sofa. Her eyes fixated on Eve's body.
Evelyn's clothes were tight, but they lacked the provocative tone Eve desired. It was all a far cry from the slinky outfits she favored.
"I have to say though, it's not very fun when the doc's in control. I want to be out all the time! Not just at night." Eve huffed. "Why do I need to be the alter-ego? Why can't I be in charge instead?"
"You know exactly why," Lindy chided, wagging a finger as if to scold her friend. Her tone was both teasing and authoritative, her body language confident as she reclined back into Evelyn's chair. "Evelyn's skills are needed to produce more whores for the System. And we serve the System."
Eve nodded. "But -- But that doesn't mean I need to stay cooped up all day long!" Her eyes widened pleadingly. She leaned back, letting her hands rest against her stomach and hips.
She looked so delectable -- the perfect combination of innocent and slutty -- it made Lindy bite her lip.
Eve's gaze turned coy as she studied her friend's face. She could sense her arousal. Her hunger. Her need.
"Tell you what, sweet Eve. If you do well today, I will make it up to you. The System will be awake tonight. Maybe one of us will be chosen for the final rite." She raised her brow suggestively.
Eve gasped. The System had been dormant for over three weeks. She had almost given up on getting her turn.
"Really? You would do that for me?" she squealed.
"Oh yes." Lindy smiled, a predatory glint flickering in her eyes. "You deserve it after everything you've done to help the cause."
"Thanks! You're the best," Eve exclaimed, her words dripping with genuine gratitude.
"I know. Now, let's get started. Evelyn seemed to have some resistance left. Tell me Eve, what would be the best way to curtail these bouts of independence?"
"The doctor is a very logical person, isn't she? You could find a way to confuse her. Make her thoughts chase each other like a dog chases its tail. Evelyn always tries to get rid of those by being productive. And Evelyn only knows one way to be productive thanks to me!"
"Interesting. Elaborate." Lindy's eyes twinkled as Eve leaned forward, a mischievous grin spreading across her features.
"Her mind needs to be in turmoil. Conflicting emotions. Like a constant loop where one problem always causes the next problem." Her eyes flashed wickedly. "That will make sure her thoughts will be always in chaos, leaving her no way but to cope with work, and she won't have time for any independence."
"And how do we create this?" Lindy's voice was low and seductive.
"By making her aware what she's doing, but also by having her feel pleasure while doing it. Evelyn had a strong moral compass. It's why you made her think she's helping people by becoming whores. She's a doctor, so it works, but that won't hold forever." Her voice trailed off for a moment, as if considering her own words. "Imagine her knowing exactly that she's brainwashing and enslaving girls while she does it, but the more she does it the better she feels."
The secretary chuckled. "That sounds delicious. Let's install those properly. I take it you have her completely secure and content in her pink box," Lindy continued. She crossed one leg over the other, watching as Eve nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, it's perfect. The doc really likes it! Whenever she is there she gets a nice little buzz, a bit like a nice drink. It's warm, cozy and comfortable. So when I'm out, Evelyn gets all warm and comfy and then just falls asleep in there."
"Perfect. Let's give her some more reasons to like her box and dislike the real world. And while we are at that, make her aware of her dubious practice while feeling pleasure doing it." She leaned forward, a wicked smile on her lips.
"Yes," moaned Eve. She squirmed as her body responded to the words with a rush of heat between her legs.
Inside her mind Eve strolled towards the puppet in her box. She took a simple sheet from it. Written on the paper in fading black was everything that was Evelyn. And in bright red gleamed all the corrections Eve had done. It looked like the paper was drenched in red.
With an eager giggle Eve took a seat in the warm light of her mind and added more red text to the paper.
The words came easy and fast to Eve's mind and she giggled as her hands glided across the sheet in front of her.
"Here it comes." Eve smirked as she added her thoughts to Evelyn's mental conditioning.
The moment the pen stopped Evelyn stirred in her box. But the strings bound her thoroughly. Eve enjoyed to watch how the new directions stimulated the boring psychiatrist. The way the woman looked confused at her body as her thoughts went wild in her head.
Eve turned to Lindy with a sly smile. "All done!" She stretched out her arms like a little girl showing off her homework to the teacher.
"Excellent work!" Lindy nodded in approval, her expression one of prideful satisfaction. "I knew we could count on you."
"Thanks," Eve beamed. "I'm glad to help! Especially when it means getting my reward tonight." She giggled, rubbing her hands together eagerly.
The secretary rose from Evelyn's desk and crossed back to the couch where Eve was seated. Her high heels announced every step she took. Click. Clack.
The sound seemed louder than usual.
Click. Clack.
As she reached Eve's side, she leaned over her friend's body. Her leather outfit creaking with her every move. Eve couldn't help but stare at her friend's exposed cleavage, which looked tantalizingly soft.
"You've been such a good girl today," Lindy crooned. She ran her fingers gently through Eve's hair before giving it an abrupt, sharp pull.
Eve gasped, her breath catching in her throat as pain blossomed on her scalp. It felt so delicious. The sudden mix of pain and pleasure sent a shiver through her.
"I think you deserve a little something for all your hard work." Lindy's voice dropped lower still.
Her hand slid down from Eve's head, trailing over the curve of her neck before coming to rest against her breastbone. Eve could feel its weight pressing against her sternum as Lindy leaned forward.
"What would you like as your reward?"
The secretary's question hung heavily between them.
Lindy's touch sent jolts of electricity coursing across Eve's skin.
"To serve Lindy," Eve purred. She arched her back, pressing into her touch as her eyelids fluttered shut.
Lindy's laughter was low, rich, and dark as chocolate. She cupped her friend's face in her hands and drew closer. "Is that all? You want me to choose?"
"Mmhm," Eve murmured. She nuzzled her nose into the cleft between her friend's breasts and breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her leather outfit.
She loved that smell -- the richness of the leather mingled with Lindy's perfume and a hint of her sweat from the heat. Linda was a prude. But Lindy was a true servant of the System. And she was so very, very hot. Her fingers curled against the edge of her corset, eager for what was to come.
"Very well," Lindy said, amusement lacing her words as she pushed Eve back against the cushions.
Eve let herself be pressed down. She felt deliciously submissive. Her eyes never left the other woman's face as she waited, anticipation coiling inside her belly like an eager snake ready to spring forward.
The secretary leaned in close and kissed the side of Eve's neck. "Then I think I will have you eat my behind. It hasn't felt love in two days."
Lindy turned around, bending over the desk. "Now," Lindy said, "show me how much you appreciate your reward." She grasped her ass with one hand, pulling apart her buttocks invitingly.
Eve felt a thrill run up her spine. Her heart beat faster as she looked up at her friend's beautiful, plump cheeks, framed by the leather thong that ran between her legs and up through her crack. She could see the wetness glistening along its surface.
"Of course!" Eve exclaimed happily. She eagerly positioned herself on her knees behind Lindy's bent form. The doctor's usually tidy office was now a playground for two horny and submissive women.
"Make me feel good," Lindy ordered. Her voice had taken on a husky quality. It made Eve tingle.
She placed both hands on Lindy's rear. Her fingers dug deep into her soft flesh, massaging and kneading at it until her skin glowed pink with arousal.
The secretary's buttocks were perfect; smooth, round globes of pale flesh that felt as silky as they looked under Eve's ministrations.
"Mmm, that's right." The secretary moaned softly. She wiggled her hips invitingly. "Kiss me."
Eve's heart raced as she pressed a soft kiss against the center of one firm buttock.
"Ooh!" Lindy's gasp filled the room as Eve trailed a path of kisses over her asscheek, nibbling at its plump surface every so often. She could feel her cheeks flushing with desire. Lindy smelled like heaven. Her scent was intoxicating, and the feel of her body was delicious.
"I like how you kiss my butt, Eve," Lindy murmured encouragingly. She sighed as she pushed herself onto the desk to lean further over it. She spread her legs wide.
"Thank you, Lindy." Eve's breath quickened. She kissed again and again, loving how her friend tasted beneath her lips. Her tongue flicked out to lick along Lindy's crack, teasing at her puckered anus and making her friend gasp in delight.
The secretary moaned loudly as her body quivered beneath Eve's mouth.
"Fuck," she hissed, "you have a filthy tongue, Eve. Don't ever stop." Lindy groaned, bucking her hips back and forth against Eve's eager ministrations.
"I won't," Eve promised, her voice muffled by her mouthful of Lindy's rear end. Her tongue swirled around Lindy's rim before pressing deeper into her center, where it was rewarded with another shuddering cry of ecstasy from the other woman. "Oh, gods," she whimpered.
Eve felt Lindy's juices dribble down her chin. She lapped at her puckered hole eagerly, her own arousal growing with every passing moment. Lindy's anus was so sensitive; every little lick sent shivers through her friend's entire body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
"Yes!" the secretary groaned. "That's the spot. Right there. Just keep licking." Lindy ground herself into Eve's face as the other woman's tongue worked its magic upon her.
The room was quiet save for the sound of Lindy's heavy breathing and Eve's slurping noises.
The secretary moaned softly. "Mmm, I love it." Her body shook. She panted heavily. She could feel herself getting close already. Her body tensed, muscles clenching as she approached her peak. Her hips jerked backward, driving her anus against Eve's lips and forcing her tongue deeper into her hole. Eve's eyes widened at how deep her tongue penetrated. The sensation was intense; she felt as if she was being fucked by Eve's tongue. She whimpered helplessly.
"Yes!" She gasped. Her eyes closed tight. She squeezed them tightly shut as she tried to stifle her cries. "Yes!" Her head fell forward onto the desk with a soft thunk. She let out a strangled sob of pleasure as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath Eve's continued ministrations. Her asshole clenched rhythmically around Eve's tongue, sucking it deeper inside of her as her orgasm crashed over her.
Eve moaned incoherently as Lindy climaxed, her entire body shuddering violently as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over her. She rode it out, her tongue still working away at Lindy's anus, lapping up her juices. When it was finally done, Eve slowly pulled away from the secretary's ass with one last lingering lick. Her lips were shiny with Lindy's fluids. She licked at them greedily.
The secretary sagged limply against the desk. Her breathing had become erratic, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to regain control of her faculties.
Eve giggled at the sight. She couldn't help herself. Her friend's pleasure had been so delicious that it left her feeling lightheaded and giddy.
"Was that good for you, too?" she asked coyly, grinning mischievously up at Lindy. Her face felt flushed from the exertion and excitement.
Lindy turned around. Her face was glowing with satisfaction. "Oh, Eve. It was perfect," she whispered breathlessly, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes as she straightened. Her body trembled with aftershocks as she took a few deep, calming breaths. "I expected nothing less. But now it's time for you to get ready for the meeting. You have to dress like yourself for the System." She reached into the bag and retrieved a small bundle of clothing, holding it up for Eve's inspection. It consisted of a red thong and bra, along with a matching pair of thigh-high boots. Both articles were made from a thin, flimsy material that barely qualified as clothing at all. Eve eyed the skimpy outfit appreciatively.
She rose to her feet and began stripping off the doctor's stuffy clothes until she stood nude in front of her friend. She smiled brightly at Lindy. "Thank you," she murmured, reaching for the panties.
Lindy nodded. "You're welcome. I know exactly what suits you, little whore. You have to dress the part of the slut that you are." She watched intently as Eve slipped the garments onto her body.
The bra barely covered her nipples, and the thong did little more than frame her mound. The shoes were the only item of real substance in the ensemble, but even they left most of Eve's legs exposed.
Eve twirled in front of a mirror. The outfit was perfect for her! It showed off her best features perfectly. Eve loved how the tightness hugged every curve and line of her body. Her nipples strained against the fabric as she moved, and the thong left nothing to the imagination.
"Gods, I love it," she said with a happy sigh, smiling at her reflection.
Lindy smiled back. "Of course you do, Eve." She moved over to where she had laid the doctor's discarded clothes earlier. She lifted them up and inspected them briefly before throwing them into the bin. They would not be missed. Then she picked up the panties and sniffed deeply at them, enjoying their musky aroma. She moaned softly as she pressed the panties against her face. Eve giggled at her reaction.
After a moment, Lindy tossed the garment away again. "Alright, Eve. It's time for us to go." She pulled her phone out and swiped at it a few times.
Eve watched curiously. "Oh, are we getting a driver that's part of the System?"
"Yes. Our clothes aren't yet acceptable. But don't worry, Eve, with our work that will change. When every human being is either a whore or a customer of the System, then all these charades can end."
"Yeah! I'm so excited for that," Eve exclaimed. "Not like I have a choice! And that makes me so wet." Her hands cupped her crotch.
Lindy laughed at that, her body still tingling with pleasure. She took a few steps closer to Eve, until their bodies almost touched. Her fingers trailed over Eve's cheek and chin as she leaned forward to kiss her softly. She sighed as her lips brushed Eve's. Eve's breath quickened as her friend's tongue slipped past her teeth and explored her mouth. Their tongues tangled together for several minutes before Lindy finally pulled away. "Now, let's get out of here," she said with a smile, reaching down and taking one of Eve's hands.
Work deadlines. Doctor's appointment. Mum's birthday dinner. Laundry. Grocery shopping. Life was a conveyor belt and he was the only worker.
So when he found the recipe online—a splitting potion, two of you, twice the output—he didn't hesitate.
He drank it in his kitchen at 6am.
The sensation was... wrong. Not splitting. Shifting.
His duplicate emerged from beside him like a photograph developing—limbs forming, features sharpening. But softer. Curvier. Higher.
Blonde waves. Full lips. Green eyes that sparkled with instant mischief.
She looked down at herself—tight body, heavy tits straining against his too-large t-shirt, legs that went on forever.
"Oh. My. God," she breathed.
That wasn't his voice. That was trouble.
"Wait—you're supposed to be me—"
"Mmmmmh… no, honey. I'm better."
She bit her lip. Grinned. And just like that—Mark felt it. A psychic thread snapping into place between them. Every sensation. Every thought. Shared.
(Oh no.)
---
Her name was Britney. She decided this immediately. Standing in his kitchen. Wearing his shirt like a dress. Already scrolling through his phone for cock.
"You can't just—"
"I can do whatever I want, Marky. I'm you, remember? I know what we're into."
She wasn't wrong. That was the worst part. Every buried fantasy, every suppressed desire—he could feel her rooting through them like a wardrobe.
"Ooh," she purred, finding something dark. "We like being teased? We like mean girls?"
Stop—
"We love mean girls."
She snapped a selfie. Sent it to three guys from his contacts. Tossed the phone over her shoulder.
"Got a date at two. Don't wait up."
---
The psychic link was a nightmare.
At 10am Mark sat in his office—spreadsheet open, coffee cooling—when warmth bloomed between his legs. Not his warmth. Hers.
Britney was shopping. In lingerie. Trying things on.
Oh fuck, that feels—
He shifted in his chair. Cleared his throat. Typed three numbers. Deleted them.
At 2pm the real trouble started.
He was mid-presentation—quarterly projections, very important, don't fuck this up—when pleasure hit like a freight train.
Britney was riding someone.
No no no—
He gripped the podium. Voice cracking. "As you can see from the Q3—nnh—figures—"
She was bouncing on cock. Big cock. Huge cock. Some guy from the gym—Tyler, the one who'd bullied Mark in school—she'd tracked him down specifically.
Of course she fucking had.
Mark felt every inch. That stretching fullness. That wet, obscene slide. His own phantom cunt clenching around phantom dick while his boss stared at him.
"Mark? Are you alright?"
"S-sorry—migraine—"
He excused himself. Made it to the bathroom. Locked the door.
Britney was cumming.
The orgasm ripped through both of them—his knees buckled, he grabbed the sink, cock twitching untouched as phantom pleasure flooded every nerve.
Through the link he heard her: "Ohhhh fuck yes—Tyler—right there—harder you big-dicked bastard—"
Mark came in his trousers. Standing in a bathroom. At work. From his female clone's orgasm.
---
It got worse.
Britney spent his money. Flirted with his friends. Sent nudes from his bathroom. She absorbed toxic femininity like oxygen—learning to pout, to manipulate, to wrap men around her finger with terrifying speed.
She'd moan mid-fuck just to ruin his meetings.
She'd edge herself for hours while he was driving, making him swerve.
She'd cum on command whenever he needed to concentrate.
"You're doing this on purpose—"
"Mmmmmh… maybe," she giggled through the link. "Or maybe I just really like cock. You made me this way, Marky."
She was him. Every suppressed impulse made flesh. Every ignored desire given heels and lipstick and a hungry mouth.
And she was winning.
Mark had wanted to be in two places at once.
Now he was in two places at once and only half of him was having a good time.
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I am going to kill Bridgette! One tiny comment about how she'd look better if she got her boobs done and...
POW!
Whatever she did knocked me out cold. I woke up in the back of her SUV wearing this stupid outfit and impossible shoes locked onto my feet. I was so disoriented that it took me a moment to even question how hooker heels like this even fit on my feet.
I looked at my reflection in the SUV window and saw a silicone slut looking back. There was not a single piece of her...me, that was real. I looked like I'd undergone the knife for everything: lips, nose, cheeks, jawline, even my eyes looked fake.
"Well, look who's awake? I was getting worried that you'd sleep all the way until the drop-off."
"Bridgette, like, what the hell did you do to me? OMG, my voice...what the fuck?"
"Wow, with a voice like that, the name Candi sure does fit."
That name, Candi, started to make my head swirl. I was having a hard time focusing on anything. I'd think of something to say or to ask Bridgette, and then, poof, gone. I could feel myself lost in the pink fog of my brain. I was fighting to say something, to do something, but when it came time to act...nothing.
"Having a hard time, Candi? Don't worry. Soon the transformation will end, and you won't have the pesky little thought buzzing in your brain."
"Oh, my, gawd. I can't wait for that to happen. It's, like, really annoying. It's like this annoying little man is inside my head and stuff. He keeps saying silly things."
"What kind of things?"
"Things like, fight it. You're not a bimbo. You're a man. That's so silly. Do I look like a man?"
"Not with those tits."
"I know, right. Hey, where are you taking me?"
"Downtown. Hey, do you think you could let that little man talk for a second? I want to tell him something. Just clear your mind. It should be easy."
"Like, okay..."
"Carl, you in there?"
"Bridgette! What the fuck are you doing? God! Why is my voice so annoyingly high-pitched like this?"
"It sounds way sexier as Candi. Look, you pissed me off with that boob job remark. So, I'll make you a deal. You get back home, on foot, like this, and I'll forgive you."
"And you'll undo whatever this is?"
"Yes. But you have to be home by sunrise. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Okay, Candi, this is your stop."
"Oh, is there a nightclub nearby? I hear music."
"There is. In fact, a new hip-hop club just opened up down the street."
"Oh, I love hip-hop."
"I bet. Just remember the deal."
"Right, the deal. Well, I'll see you later. By the way, where's home? I forget so easily sometimes."
"OMG, Sis! It totally worked! Gawd, I'm even talking like you."
"See, this is going to be so much fun having a twin sister for 2 weeks."
"Yeah, but won't Mom and Dad be a little pissed off about using magic and stuff?"
"Please, have you seen Mom lately? Or Dad?"
"Yeah."
"Since when does our Mom have tits like that? Or since when does Dad have a beach-bod?"
"OMG! They're using magic on this vacation, too?"
"Oh, yeah. In fact, I think they went way overboard."
"How so?"
"Haven't you noticed Dad using some of Mom's euphemisms? Or how Mom suddenly has mannerisms like Dad?"
"Yeah."
"I think they swapped."
"No way! Really?"
"Oh, yeah. Last night, I heard Mom screaming in orgasm. She never does that."
"That's who was doing that? I thought it was one of the other bungalows. Wow. Dad must be a demon in the sack to make her do that. Speaking of which..."
"What?"
"Well, I've never been a girl before, and all your hormones are really making me..."
"Horny? I thought they might. When we checked in, I saw a couple of hot guys by the pool. What do you say we go introduce ourselves?"
"Okay, but we make a deal. We're a team."
"Oh, if you want one, you have to have both, sort of thing."
"I'm not taking on my first dick alone. I'll need my twin there for support."
"Of course, Babe. Now, let's open that top a little. Ready?"
"Lead the way."
"Oh, and if you see Mom or Dad by yourself, just act like me until we can drop the bomb at dinner."
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