Puddin_Slvt

21, she/her, pervert

[lawliya]

(ᵕ˶> ᴗ <˶)

[mauri-gata]

[rare-delecto]

When the Gender Enforcement Police stopped you and wrote you up for "criminal androgyny," you had to either buy new clothes or go to jail. So you chose clothes.

You tossed the sweatpants and hoodies, the beanie and the Converses. And, in their place, you got dresses, push up bras, panties, and heels.

You're still a photographer, of course, but now you're doing a lot more weddings and maternity and baby shoots. People call you "girl." Sometimes you catch the boyfriend or husband looking at your ass.

Honestly, it's just more fun. Every Single Man in Existence notices, and there's something wild and wonderful about that. Some people comment on how short the dresses are getting, on how nice the boobs look. But lots of people don't even mention it. You can do it openly and most people won't say anything.

One maternity shoot the wife was insane and such a bitch to her husband. You sucked his cock the weekend after the shoot and swallowed his cum. He deserved something good in his life.

And, well, you are a girl, after all. Making men feel good is what you do.

[lostnomadicman]

Science confirms it. Lolling your tongue out reduces anxiety. Just be a dumb little drool pet for Daddy, and I’ll do the thinking for you, babygirl.

[mentouchherpeaches]

Hot wish idea: someone wishes that I am entirely gullible and naive when it comes to male gaslighting and being corrected.

You start to piece it together when I mention hating shellfish, and you say everybody loves shellfish, and I agree, apologizing for being confused. Obviously, I love shellfish because everyone does.

We talk about my job, and I say I'm enjoying it. You admit that you believed I wasn't qualified for it. Suddenly, I agree. I'm actually in over my head, and I should really look into a job more suited to my abilities.

You're finally catching on, and you ask about my relationship. I say I'm happy with my girlfriend, and you tell me girls don't belong together. I don't even blink, agreeing that the relationship doesn't make sense. Two girls? You Remind Me that I was just fooling around and practicing, and I thank you for clearing that up, because I was confused.

You point out that I'm confused a lot because I am not that smart. I agree, because obviously I'm pretty dumb, ignoring any of my education. I even started acting more dumb because I was probably trying too hard to overcompensate.

Thankfully, you make it clear that as my boyfriend and owner, you can handle the smart decisions, like what job I work best at.

It's the perfectly logical arrangement, at least until someone else tells me who I am and what I like.

[goldstartaker]

I'm so sorry this is really hot and all but also this is what talking to AI is like

[mentouchherpeaches]

Oh no, I've never thought to compare erotic brainwashing to AI psychosis haha.

[cutie-dummy]

Classic sci fi super intelligent female android AI getting reprogrammed to act more like modern Chatgpt and gullibly agreeing with whatever humans say. Each statement it here's rewriting its own programming

[desireddracula]

Time for your mandatory 4 hours of short form video, edging and substance abuse

[cutie-dummy]

Too much tik tok makes people addicted to dick cock

[ccksvlt-deactivated20260505]

Make yourself incompetent in front of men.

It doesn’t matter if you actually know how to do something, make mistakes and look stupid.

You know why?

Because, when those men laugh at how dumb you look and correct you, it’s going to make you so wet! And it’s going to further instill in those men that girls are just brain dead sluts.

So make yourself incompetent and dumb! Humiliate yourself and be a sex object!

Help solidify the patriarchy, accept your place!

[switchingdesires]

There’s no reason for you to read or watch the news, silly. It just hurts your pretty little head and stresses you out… It’s way healthier to let your Owner deal with such scary things 🌸🌷

[mentouchherpeaches]

Hot wish idea: someone wishes that I am entirely gullible and naive when it comes to male gaslighting and being corrected.

You start to piece it together when I mention hating shellfish, and you say everybody loves shellfish, and I agree, apologizing for being confused. Obviously, I love shellfish because everyone does.

We talk about my job, and I say I'm enjoying it. You admit that you believed I wasn't qualified for it. Suddenly, I agree. I'm actually in over my head, and I should really look into a job more suited to my abilities.

You're finally catching on, and you ask about my relationship. I say I'm happy with my girlfriend, and you tell me girls don't belong together. I don't even blink, agreeing that the relationship doesn't make sense. Two girls? You Remind Me that I was just fooling around and practicing, and I thank you for clearing that up, because I was confused.

You point out that I'm confused a lot because I am not that smart. I agree, because obviously I'm pretty dumb, ignoring any of my education. I even started acting more dumb because I was probably trying too hard to overcompensate.

Thankfully, you make it clear that as my boyfriend and owner, you can handle the smart decisions, like what job I work best at.

It's the perfectly logical arrangement, at least until someone else tells me who I am and what I like.

[cupcakebrain]

[mentouchherpeaches]

In Dykebreaking and feminist reeducating, I'm fascinated by the role of a body changing signifying progress. Obviously, there are the bimbo implications of getting implants and lip filler or becoming a gym bunny.

But I think it's more interesting to picture a woman who was fit in college, in the height of her feminism and queerness. Someone who you looked at and could tell played women's sports.

And then you look at them later, and the muscles they were so proud of have become soft, and a chubby layer of fat has gathered around their hips and waist. Now that they aren't working out consistently, they're just softer and weaker. Maybe they've gotten knocked up once or twice, and it's changed them forever. Maybe their breasts are a little heavier now and not as pert and perky as they once were. The idea that when they were fit and tight, that was a point of their pride and Independence and told you a lot about who they were and what they liked. Their identity.

And now, all that has been taken away, and they have the soft body of a wife and mother, now being defined by their role in the patriarchy and having the body to show for it.

[dads-filth]

[womenformis0gyny]

Keep us uneducated so we are easily manipulated🥰❤️💋

[valadamiracf]

[mentouchherpeaches]

Two former lawyers presenting themselves at re-education graduation, showing off the assets this new school gave them to serve their fellow man the right way.

[yourmisogynistfriend]

Okay so we’re all aware that feminine beauty standards are very problematic, right?

Well, I think it’s time to make this double standard hot again. Let me introduce you to ✨incapacitating feminity✨

Think about how long it takes to shave or wax a whole body. And doing makeup on a daily basis is long too. Going to the gym on a daily basis is time consuming. All that time a girl spend on her body is time she won’t spend on reading books, studying or watching the news.

Forcing girls to conform to irrealistic beauty standards incapacitates them as citizens, it keeps them dumber and less informed. Forced to rely on men to know what’s right or wrong.

So yes, of course all bodies are beautiful. But knowing a girl spends hours every week trying to look hot instead of being smart (no matter if she achieves it or not), makes her way more beautiful than anything she could find in a book

[chubbyloversdaddy-2]

[dumbwetpuppy]

it’s the best feeling when you realize you’re a girl and your girl brain is fixing itself to be dumb like a girl brain should be <3

[yoursexyangelamber]

Ur favorite girl 💋

[rare-delecto]

The Subtraction Training went so well.

I was worried at first. What would it feel like to forget calculus? To not remember any of the history of Europe? I liked playing concertos on the piano, would I lose that too?

But I didn't need to worry, because I don't really think any of that's interesting anymore.

The Training took a few weeks. The fluffy pink headphones were so comfy, and I just got to sit and watch hours of yummy videos and repeat fun mantras like "I'm a pretty object" and "Brains are for boys..." Oh my gosh, that's like you! You're a boy.

Anyway, after that I got to know Jason and Paul and Richard and Nate. They were honestly so nice and their cocks were so big! Almost as big as yours.

I've kinda always been a slut, to be honest. I always liked it when men looked at me, I love having something in my mouth, and my pussy is so sensitive, especially after the training.

So anyway, Jason and Paul and Richard and Nate really ran a train on me for a while there! They helped me remember all the things I cared about and forget all the stuff that didn't matter. And their cum was, like, tasty at first, but now it's SUPER tasty.

The Subtraction is such a good idea because there are only a few things in life that actually matter. If you can get rid of the unimportant stuff, you can focus on the big, hard, swollen, important stuff.

Um... I'm noticing you're getting hard. Um... Would you mind if I, uh, swallowed your load? I didn't forget anything about that...

[dimehub]

[rare-delecto]

With budget cuts and economics what they are, the research lab closed, Ellen's post-doc ended, and she needed to look for other work. But everything felt beneath her. After the heights of academia, she hated the idea of a bullshit corporate job, and couldn't stand manual labor. And then a friend recommended the Subtraction Training.

Ellen said "No" immediately, but like any good scientist, she reconsidered the evidence. Yes, she'd lose all the knowledge she gained in her PhD, and her IQ would drop by thirty points or more. But she wouldn't be tortured by normal work. She'd already published the dissertation -- the world knew she was smart. What would be so wrong about becoming dumber, if it made her life easier?

Ellen took the appointment, and a month later, she started the Training.

As she stripped down and kneeled in front of the screen, she thought to herself "I wonder if I'll get a job in tech.'

SIX MONTHS LATER

Ellen adjusted the bikini top and kept staring. Her boyfriend, Peter, was walking back from the table of their private hotel suite with private swimming pool, drinks in hand. She was staring absent-mindedly at the shape of his long dick in his trunks before she looked up at his face and smiled.

"More, baby?" His voice rumbled as he held out a glass. She felt something grow warm between her legs.

"Thanks, daddy," she said simply, her eyes adoring.

He handed her her glass, then pulled down his waistband and handled his cock out. She was staring immediately, mouth watering.

"Okay, so continue what you were telling me," he said, as his beautiful erection bobbed. "You're telling me you were a lesbian before the Training?"

Ellen smiled apologetically. "I mean, I thought I was." She came close, letting his girth slide up her face, dwarfing her features, licking it as it passed.

"The Before You was wild," he said. Ellen nodded and started sucking. He continued -- she liked being quiet as he talked. "So if you knew you were gonna become, uh...my girlfriend, why did you choose it? Did you want that?"

"Oh, I didn't know I would," Ellen said, pulling out his cock and slapping it against her cheek. She could feel her big tits straining against the bikini top. "I thought it would just make me able to get a real job."

"A real job? Is that what this is?" Peter asked, jokingly, as she gulped on his huge dick. "Being my girlfriend and not paying for anything? Was that you were trying to land with all those pics on Instagram?"

She pulled off him and started stroking enthusiastically.

"No, oh my gosh, not at all! I'm not a gold digger." She moaned, kissing the head of his cock. "I just didn't realize what I really wanted before."

"And...what do you want?"

"I want your big cock to give me your hot fucking cum, daddy...please..."

He grunted and obliged. A spray of sticky fluid smacked her face.

"It sounds... Unnnhh," he said between bursts of cum. "Like you left the old you behind. She wrote a dissertation, didn't she? Did you at least read that?"

Ellen licked cum off her lips and hands, savoring each drop. "It was so fucking boring."

[littlemissmisogyny]

cottagecore lesbian to straight tradwife pipeline

[wasian-homewrcker]

sex positive feminist lesbian to cockhungry whore for men pipeline

[mentouchherpeaches]

High achieving independent lesbian to burnout straight girl just wanting to be taken care of by a strong man pipeline