CW: Bimbofication, sluttification, mind break, noncon mind fuckery, goonette, pornification
Cover: Apparent-Apparatus https://www.deviantart.com/apparent-apparatus
I
βTurn it off! Turn that damn thing off!β, screamed Agent Hanna Brooks, looking at the techs with a mixture of desperate fear and rage. Behind the glass, the nerds gestured, their palms up, indicating there was nothing they could do. Fuck. Fuck them, fuck the Agency, fuck the mission. Brooks looked at the chair, at the woman convulsing and babbling on it. Seeing her like this was Hell.
Jill Patrick was a breath of fresh air for the Agency and now she was dying on the stupid Full Access Chair. Jill was the youngest of the agents in the Cybersecurity department, a force of nature in the gym and at work, serious, a true believer in the mission. She gave Brooks hope for the future, a sense that some members of the new generation were actually alright, that not everyone in their early twenties was a terminal waste of space. That hope seized in front of her, the screens around Jill bathing her body in red, their declaration of βCONTAINMENT FAILUREβ absolutely unhelpful. Brooks had no idea what that meant: the Chair was new tech, and only Jill had been brave enough to volunteer for its maiden voyage. It was supposed to allow an agent to scan through vast amounts of the web while protecting their psyche, keeping the load below a certain threshold. Well, that bit of theory had clearly gone out the window, so Hanna decided to toss the safety protocols aside. Before she knew what she was doing, he yanked cables off Jill: showers of sparks jumped out the machinery in protest. Eventually the alarms fell silent, the screens resigned themselves to their doom and shut off. The machine had done its damage and now rested. Jillβs eyes remained closed, as still as the damn machinery.
βJill? Jill, wake up!β, screamed Brooks. The nerds made their way into the room, mumbling among one another, discussing hypotheses of what had gone wrong. Brooks had to fight not to deck them. Jill was slowly coming back. Her glassy blue eyes looked around the room in confusion.
βChat, is this real?β, she asked.
What the fuck?Β
βJill. Jill, look at me. Iβm here, Iβm Hanna, can you see me? Youβre okay.β
Brooks tried to make Jill come back to reality. She stared through the older agent, looking atβ¦ something that wasnβt there.
Suddenly, she stretched on the chair, her eyes fixed on a point in space, almost as if she wasβ¦ performing for some unseen entity. βMmmmβ¦ that nap hit different chat, on God! Chat, what are the vibes today? Itβs givingβ¦ edging. Itβs giving goon sesh, chat. Wanna see that?β
βJill, what the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you talking to?β
One of the nerds stepped forward, tried to make sense of the situation. There was a strange excitement in his eyes, and Brooks felt herself getting sick. These fucking assholes were looking at Jill like she was a malfunctioning computer.
βI thinkβ¦ I think she got hit with a feedback surgeβ¦ the failsafe should haveβ¦ but ifβ¦β
βSpeak English, you dumb fuck! What is wrong with her?β, screamed Hanna.
The nerd stammered for a moment before he found the words to keep it simple enough for a field agent.
βSo, letβs sayβ¦ she was supposed to be surfing over data, looking at it, checking it quickly. Sheβ¦ fell off.β
βFell off? What the fuck does that mean?β
βShe fell off! She almost drowned inβ¦ well, the fucking Internet, Hanna! Her brain got flooded with all sorts of shit, who the fuck knows what! Sheβs lucky to be alive!β
A sound put a quick stop to their argument. Jill moaned and smiled, staring at empty space, her hand sliding under her office slacks. βFell off? Cap, Iβm slaying ay eff! Fuckβ¦ my cunt is so wet, chatβ¦ but what is it with this fit? Itβs giving old lady! Next stream Iβll wear something cute for you chat, some nice, sexy, gen-z goonette dripβ¦ fuck, itβs gonna be so goodβ¦ Iβm gonna get so many donos, chatβ¦ and you know how slutty donos make meβ¦β
Brooks stared in disbelief, before turning away. She couldnβt stand watching Jill acting likeβ¦ like whoever the hell was occupying her body.
βHow the fuck do you explain that?β, he asked the nerd.
βI told you, she took a full blast of Internet right to the brain! And you know what the Internet is full of?β
II
Hanna looked into the enclosure. Enclosure. Fuck. Like Jill was some zoo animal. But the nerds were right, Jill got so agitated when herβ¦ delusions werenβt catered to. And they did need to study her if there was any hope of fixing her, of bringing up the old Jill, the real Jill, the Jill that cared about cyber security, the Jill that believed in the mission with a passion. Thisβ¦ new Jill, so to speak, was, well, everything Brooks despised about the new generations.
Even the enclosure was a travesty. It seemed to replicate something like a bizarre nightmare of a college room, with garish neon lights plastered all over, ring lights surrounding the bed, a camera permanently pointing at Jill, broadcasting to nowhere. It was important, according to the nerds, to keep the idea that she was streaming constantlyβ it was the one thing that kept her active and focused and not jumping from false reality to false reality. It was safer this way: attempts to break her out of her βstreamingβ habit had led to her trying βTik Tok challengesβ that ranged from flashing βpedestriansβ to accidentally dancing into a wall. As repulsive as it was, at least her βstreamingβ kept her inside one room.
Well, on one bed, to be more precise. Hanna tried to be cold, tried to ignore her heavy makeup and rainbow fishnet bodysuit, tried to filter out the words, the acts. He watched as Jill took a huge hit off a bong. The nerds assured him that weed calmed her down, so they kept her well supplied.
βFuuuuckβ¦ chat this feels so goodβ¦β, said Jill as she mounted a pillow and started shamelessly riding it, putting on a show, playing with her tits as her pussy drew moans from her crimson lips. βSo fucking high, so fucking dumb, so fucking goneβ¦ gooning and gooning and rubbing and grinding for pornβ¦ fuckβ¦ I love porn so muchβ¦ Iβm so fucking addicted, Iβm such a fucking addict, addicted to weed, addicted to porn, addicted to attentionβ¦ Iβm just a fucking little gen-z fucktoyβ¦ all for you, chat, all for my lovely pervs, please get worse with me, get dumber with me, goon for me, do it, please, jerk off to me, rub to me, nothing else fucking matters, ignore work, ignore school, cancel plans to goon and goon and goon with meβ¦ fuckβ¦ so pornbrainedβ¦ porn broke meβ¦ all I do is watch pornβ¦ my pornbrain gets triggered all the timeβ¦ anythingβ¦ it can make anything into pornβ¦ girls walking down the streetβ¦ ads with pretty slutsβ¦ all is pornβ¦β
Brooks watched with horror. And something else, something sheβd never admit. Suddenly a chime played on the speakers hidden inside the room. A βdonationβ. Something necessary to maintain the illusion and her stability, the nerds said.
Jill stuck out her tongue in pure pleasure.
βYesss! Thank you! Thank you for the dono! I guess you like my glow-up! And donos make me so fucking sluttyβ¦ no cap, that sound gets me so fucking soaked and pervy and needy! Want to see, chat?β Jill opened her legs and spread her glistening pussy lips for the audience in her head. βThis thigh pussy is bussinβ, chat, it feels so good, it tells me what do to, it makes me touch her all the time, all the fucking time, I canβt stop, sheβs so pretty and pink and desperateβ¦ It needs to be filledβ¦ Which toy should I use, chat? I want to feel so stretched and useless, fucking myself for hours with a toyβ¦βΒ
Hannah had tried to argue against the toys. After Jill had started grabbing random objects and using them asβ¦ sex aids, she had relented. Toys were safer, she figured. She didnβt quite agree with the amount and variety provided by the nerds, however.
βCockβ¦ let this bop pussy get stretched by the big dragon cock, chatβ¦ do you want to see that? Would that make you all thirsty for me? Yes, let me grab the big dragon toyβ¦ Ohβ¦ Oh Godβ¦ oof, it fills me so good, itβs stretching my little pussy so much! What, chat? You think I canβt take it all? If you think my cunt canβt handle this, youβre delulu. Look at me, chat. Look at what a perverted fucking pornbrained fuckdoll I amβ¦ raised by the Internetβ¦ molded by pornβ¦ let me show you what good gen-z girls do all dayβ¦β
Brooks watched as Jill impaled herself on the toy with a scream.
βFuck yeah! Look how I took it! I fucking ate! Look, look at me, I want you to look at me, I need your attention, Iβm such an attention whore, watch me ride this huge cock for you, let me take a hit of my weed vape as I ride it, watch me, watch me fuck up my brain completely, watch me ruin my fucking life for you, watch me, watch me be porn, all girls are porn, porn is the best, porn is everything, porn is the moment, girliepops! Watch me, arenβt I such a good fucking example? Fuck, fuck, itβs stretching me so good, itβs filling me up, filling my mind up, fuckβ¦ watch me ride it, watch me be porn for you, edge, edge and drool, we are the porn generation, we love it, we live for it, we want to be perverted for porn, we need to be porn, to be dumb, to fry our brains with poppers and get more and more addictedβ¦ pornβ¦ pornβ¦ fuuuuckβ¦β
Hannah was at least reassured by the fact that the camera was off. The last thing she wanted was for Jill to become something others would want to emulate. Not like this. Old Jill had been a real good role model. This version of herβ¦
βLook at my tits bouncing, chat! Theyβre snatched as fuck! My big dumb funbags make me porn!β
Better to keep this version a secret.
III
Hanna stormed into the techsβ break room. The fucking nerds needed to pay. They had never intended to fix Jill. They were getting off to her, the sick fucks. Buying her different outfits, catering to their own little fetishes, turning Jill into their living, 24-7 porn.Β
She had been harboring suspicions for a while. The nerdsβ explanations for what supposed βtreatmentsβ they were trying had become lazier and lazier, and Jill was, if anything, getting worse. Using more drugs. Sleeping less. Becoming more and moreβ¦ well, pornbrained.Β
A deep dive into the network revealed a hidden folderβ sure, Hanna was not a tech, but she was still a cyber security agent. Did these fucks believe they could hide things from her? Did they think naming it βCharlie XCX - Greatest Hitsβ would throw anyone off the scent? The impunity of it all! These men truly thought they could get away with it, get away with recording and saving videos of Jill in her moreβ¦ extreme moments, exploiting her state for their own pleasure.
No. They couldnβt be allowed to continue. Hanna would stop them.
She got a few words in before she felt a sting, and the world went black.
Things swam back into reality, the light hurting her eyes. She was vaguely aware of the restraints. The realization came, a dull panic. The Chair. She was tied to the goddamn Chair.
Words came to her muffled, distorted.
βNo safeguards at all?β, a voice said.
βNah. Letβs see how that works. Science requires experimentation!β, said the other with barely contained glee.Β
A sharp pain in her head, and she was gone.
IV
Hanna and Jill made out, their tongues dancing with each other, hands playing with tits, sneaking between legs. They made sure to keep eye contact with the camera at all times. That was the thing that gave them purpose, after all. The agents believed in the mission. Being the most perverted pornbrained sluts for chat was the mission. It had always been the mission, and it felt so fucking good. Jill handed Hanna the poppers, and she took a deep sniff.
The camera was on now. The chat was real, as were the donations. Donations the techs kept for themselves, of course.
βChatβ¦β said Hanna, βget ready for a fucking marathon!β She showed off the giant, double-sided dildo and looked at Jill.
Jill thought for a second.
βItβs giving ass to ass, for realβ, she smiled.Β
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