Brainless bitches

it/its. camab transmisogynised. hypnoslut. plural and proud.

[mindlessfireflies]

ugh. just got this blog terminated. our main has gone down 70+ times but we lasted with @mindlessfirefly for 5 years :/

whatever. we were mindlessfirefly, didnt post much original stuff lately but if anyone does remember us, reblog to help us find our mutuals?

~Liora

[dystopian-trainer]

cunt Truths

DT’s Table of Contents

TRIGGER WARNING - Adult content - No minors.

Tasks Index

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tits groping scrambles, softens, and weakens the cunt’s addicted mind

cunt slaps are brain slaps

cunt fuckies are brain fuckies

both cunt and mouth are needy wet holes for use, no difference, same purpose

cummies make the addiction stronger, make the mind weaker

rubbing makes the Words imprint deeper

relapsing is natural and good

reading the Words is Training

reading and rubbing is important

milking is deleting

there are no excuses, only cunt slaps

better to be wet than to be smart

cock goes in thoughts come out life is simple for a hole

holes feel so much better filled

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I’ll add more as I think of more.

[pinkofatom]

Free of Will Subscription

CW: brainwashing, corruption, bimbofication, corporate drone, dubious subscriptions, annoying ads, ironic ending

Hi hi~ this one has a mean ending. Not that Linda minds~

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Enjoy 🩷

Linda snapped awake with a sharp intake of breath. The pleasant fog that had blanketed her thoughts moments before peeled away too quickly, leaving her disoriented and cold. A shiver ran down her spine as an artificial female voice resonated through her.

The voice tried for soothing and missed by a wide margin. Its cadence was too smooth, too rehearsed, and it carried a faint edge of mockery that made Linda's jaw tighten.

"Congratulations. You have acquired enough work hours to clear your debt."

The words echoed in the small room, though Linda couldn’t remember when she had sat down or how long she had been there. A weary sigh escaped her lips before she could stop it. The thought came unbidden that she couldn't recall the last time her body had truly waited for her permission before moving.

The voice continued, unfazed. "Alternatively, you may expand your free will subscription with our new ad-free model. It only costs three times the ordinary hours of mindless obedience."

For a heartbeat, anger flared. Linda wanted to tell the voice exactly where it could shove its greedy sales pitch. The words formed clearly in her mind. Sharp, defiant, satisfying. Yet they never reached her mouth.

Instead, a strange, curious tingle fluttered low in her stomach, unwelcome and confusing. Linda frowned, unsettled by her own hesitation. Somewhere beneath the lingering haze, she realized with a jolt of unease that even her resistance no longer felt entirely like her own.

The room seemed to shrink as the voice fell silent, waiting. A faint throbbing pulsed at Linda’s temples. In the sudden quiet, a whisper of a thought brushed the edge of her consciousness.

Was there really harm in a longer stay?

She shifted on her seat, uncomfortable. The cushion, once so soft and plush, now felt stiff against her back. She could feel the rough weave of the fabric scratching her bare arms and legs.

Why had she even sat here in the first place? A vague sense of purpose stirred within her. One born from countless repetitions. She reached for a lilac lipstick.

And heared an insistent jingle play through her mind.

"Do you need a color that just spells desire? That pops on any skin tone and gives that slutty vibe? Then. Order now! Luscious Lips. And your mouth is always ready for juicy rewards."

Linda frowned, her hands still on her lipstick. Was this going to be a thing? She would here some stupid ad every time she did something? A sudden impulse pushed her to stand up.

The floor was cool beneath her feet, grounding her in reality. She looked down, noting her bare toes, nails painted a glossy black that gleamed in the soft light.

And another jingle played.

"Are your toenails looking a bit drab and dull?" the ad asked cheerfully, "Why not get a new set of nails with some of our best colors. Don't wait any longer to look and feel your best! Order today! Nails'r'U."

With a scowl, Linda straightened and took stock of herself, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes.

And again her actions were accompanied by some advertising.

"Your hair might be beautiful. But your hair care product? Not so much. Try our all-in-one solution, 'Hair is Fair' today and experience the difference!"

A low, annoyed groan escaped her. She didn't want to know how many advertisements her every move could trigger.

"Just triple the hours. Free Will Subscription and you live ad-free," the voice reminded her.

Her fingers curled into loose fists at her sides. Her feet remained rooted in place as a storm of thoughts clashed within her. The thought of adding to her debt, of lengthening her mindless employment, made her stomach twist into knots.

It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, as the increasing wetness between her legs whispered.

The thought of more time under the mind control of others, more time in their willing thrall, made her heart quicken, but not in panic. A drop of drool slipped through her lips. Her thighs rubbed together, aching for more of the tantalizing, addictive control. It was wrong, it was so, so wrong.

It was also hot. So very hot.

Linda shook her head, trying to dislodge the intrusive, lascivious thoughts from her mind, but they clung to her like cobwebs, delicate but persistent.

"I'm free," she murmured to herself. "I have a choice."

Her eyes traveled over the room, cataloguing everything that showed that nothing here really reflected her real self. For a moment her gaze lingered on the shrill-pink sheets of the bed.

And groaned at the jingle that followed.

"Your bed looks a bit tacky. Don't you want to spice it up with a bedsheet of bright, luscious, and intense colors? Buy them now at: Lay and Bedding!"

She closed her eyes with a soft whimper. Every single action she took, even the smallest shift, triggered an intrusion. Her mind, the one place where she could retreat, was not a safe space anymore.

A frustrated huff of breath left her. "Just triple the hours, no ads." she whispered, the words tumbling out before she could catch them.

A jolt of something intoxicating and forbidden, shot down her spine, setting her nerves aflame. A soft, desperate sound escaped her, and she clapped a hand over her mouth as if she could take back her words.

The voice, once again smooth and serene, responded instantly, "You have chosen the Ad-free Subscription. Your hours will triple. And we hope you enjoy the changes."

Changes?

But before Linda could process, a pleasant fog invaded her brain. She shivered as the room's air thickened. It seemed to curl around her limbs, coaxing them into motion, guiding her back to the chair. The cushion yielded to her, cradling her in its plush embrace.

"You are in luck! For just another doubling of work time you can get the live long Free of Will Subscription pack," the voice chirped, its cadence light and teasing.

Linda blinked, her mind a whirlpool of confusion and temptation.

"Wait. Three times two," she breathed, her voice a faint echo in her ears. The numbers were hard to grasp through all the blissful haze.

"That's right!" The voice sounded positively delighted. "It's six times the reward. No free will. No thoughts. Just blissful, live long working hours!"

The room suddenly seemed to spin around Linda, a kaleidoscope of colors and shadows dancing before her eyes.

"Live long," she whispered. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Her breathing grew shallow, and a bead of sweat trickled down her spine, leaving a trail of icy fire in its wake.

She tried to form an objection, but the words stuck to her tongue, thick and unwieldy. Instead her mouth moved on its own volition. "Yes. I agree to the Free of Will Subscription." And agreed without her conscious input. But that was a thought that felt more and more unreal.

And it felt so, so right to say it.

"Your wish is my command!" The voice replied cheerfully. "Your new contract has been established."

Linda could feel the fog in her mind thicken. It felt more like a sea of ecstasy that drowned her personality. It felt so very, very right.

"Subscriber Linda is prompted to give all rights to her personality, mind and body, to the company. Of course Subscriber Linda agrees," the voice stated, a little gleefully.

And Linda found herself nodding. It was so hard to even think about objecting. Her lips quivered as she tried to form the word, but her body betrayed her. Instead of voicing a refusal, she heard her own voice speak. "Yes," she said. And a wave of bliss washed through her.

The fog thickened further. She couldn't even feel her body any longer. Not her body. The company's body. Linda didn't own her body. She didn't own her mind either. It felt like the sea of ecstasy in her brain grew deeper and more dense, swallowing all of her personality, all of her desires.

A deep, guttural groan escaped Linda's throat, fingers digging into the armrests. Her body, no longer hers, responded with an involuntary jerk. Her breath hitched, chest heaving as she struggled to breathe in the thickening fog that invaded her every pore.

The world blurred, her vision tunneling. The chair she was in seemed to meld into her flesh. She couldn't distinguish where she ended and the cushion began. The pink of her room melted into the pink of her body.

The voice kept on speaking. "Subscriber Linda is now and always has been the company's willing and mindless bimbo. Subscriber Linda's records have been updated. Please load Bimbo Lindy personality and set it as the new warranty standard."

The fog in her mind seemed to crystallize into something solid, a dense mass that pushed out any thoughts of resistance or autonomy. Her head felt full and yet hollow at the same time, a paradox that sent waves of pleasure cascading down to her cunt.

"Yes," she heard her voice again. It was higher, breathier, and laced with an insatiable desire that wasn't her own. "Lindy is totes ready."

As if on cue, the world seemed to shift, colors growing brighter and sharper, edges becoming more pronounced. The pink that enveloped her was suddenly more vivid, a hue that resonated with a primal lust and an urge for obedience that consumed her from within.

The voice returned, sounding pleased. "Welcome, Subscriber Linda. Please confirm that you are the bimbo slut Lindy, and your mind and body are now and forever property of the company."

Lindy's tongue felt heavy in her mouth as she licked her plump lips. "Like, duh. Lindy is property." She nodded, her movement languid and dreamy.

"And Lindy agrees that her life and work as a mindless slut will go on and on and on."

"Yeah, Lindy's like, totes ready to work," Lindy replied with a soft purr that seemed to caress the room with its velvety tones.

"Then, it's time for a wonderful work session. Lindy has to review some ads," the voice ordered with cruel sweetness.

"Oh yeah! Like, that sounds so totes cool and hot!" Lindy dripped with enthusiasm.

Jingle after jingle played through Lindy's empty mind. Enthusiastic she recorded her babbled reviews. Lindy loved her new ad-free Free of Will Subscription pack.

[pinkofatom]

Linda's Valentine's Gift

CW: bimbofication, corruption, brainwashing, transformation, breast expansion, butt expansion, body transformation, femsub, femdom, fae magic, chocolate

Hi hi~ Happy Valentine's Day everyone 🩷

I got a little distracted with chocolate treats... And this is the result~

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Enjoy 🩷

Linda hadn't meant to open the box.

She told herself that later, when the first piece was already dissolving against her tongue and her eyes had drifted half-shut. The chocolate softened almost instantly, surrendering to the warmth of her mouth. Its glossy shell gave way with a delicate crack before melting into something impossibly smooth. Sweetness bloomed slowly, coating every corner of her tongue in a thick, velvety substance.

She exhaled through her nose, a faint tremor passing through her as the flavor deepened. It wasn't just sugar. There were darker notes of rich cocoa beneath it. A whisper of cream unfurled in layers, each more indulgent than the last. The texture clung to her, silky and persistent

She couldn't remember taking the first one. Or the second.

Her fingers dipped back into the box without hesitation, brushing against another perfectly rounded piece. It felt firm between her fingertips, promising the same slow surrender. When she guided it past her lips, she did so almost reverently. The shell yielded again, collapsing into liquid warmth that slid across her senses in a way that made her knees feel faintly unsteady.

A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it.

The sweetness filled her mouth, heavy and decadent, demanding her full attention. Drool gathered at the corner of her lips as she savored the melt. In tandem with her mouth, something pulsed between her legs. It throbbed, slow and thick like honey.

Another shiver raced along her skin. Thighs pressed together, just like her lips swallowed another ball. The taste deepened on her tongue, sliding towards the back of her throat as it melted. It was almost unbearably rich.

The chocolates had been delivered with no card and no explanation, left in her office while she was in a meeting. Just an anonymous pink heart-shaped box with a white ribbon tied in a bow around it. The chocolate balls were nestled on a bed of red velvet.

Her fingertips dipped in again, closing on a another. It felt like silk, a smooth and weighty globe that made the space between her thighs clench when it pressed past her lips.

Her mouth watered even as it began to dissolve.

The flavor grew more complex with every second. Darker, more intense. Her toes curled inside her heels as it slid down the length of her throat. Linda couldn't remember how much time had passed or what she usually did. But the cream filling her mouth and the throbbing between her thighs demanded all of her attention.

A moan fluttered through her lips as another chocolate ball slipped past them, firm and yielding. Her jaw worked to capture it and hold it in place while it melted. Melted like any illusion of control she had. Each successive bite only increased the pressure in her skull and between her thighs.

She could feel something building with every slow throb of her body. And something disappeared with each swallow. Her skin prickled in anticipation of another bite.

Her fingertips closed on another.

They brushed against the velvet of the box as her tongue captured the candy. A breathless moan fluttered out of her. There wasn't any reason not to eat another. Her mouth watered, her tongue working over the surface as it melted in slow motion.

Linda sank back into the chair at her desk, letting her thighs part and feeling a surge of heat as the cool air touched the fabric of her panties. Hot dampness clung to her as the chocolate melted between her cheeks, flooding her senses with something sweet and decadent.

She felt like she was sinking deeper into the seat. Her body throbbed in time with her heart, every muscle in her growing more lax and languid with each passing moment. There was a sense of surrender that she couldn't quite name. As the taste filled her mouth, the desire to have more grew stronger.

Like the chocolate she melted. Dissolving bit by bit into the warmth of the chair. Linda's fingers slipped inside the box again, drawing another ball to her mouth. She didn't even think about it anymore. Her lips opened eagerly to accept it, letting it roll into place against her tongue as she moaned softly at the flavor.

She dissolved like the sweets. Melting away piece by piece with every bite.

A shudder passed through her. The heat between her legs grew more intense. She found herself squirming in her chair, hips arching as her thighs fell open wider. Her body ached in a way she couldn't describe.

Her nipples hardened beneath her blouse, pressing against the silky fabric of her bra as the throbbing grew more urgent. As her mind drowned beneath creamy cocoa.

And she wanted more.

It wasn't a thought she could ignore. Her fingers reached for the box before she realized it, dipping into the velvet interior and coming out again. Another ball, this time pinched between her fingers.

It was the size of a marble, smooth and perfectly rounded. She let it linger between her fingers for a moment, just feeling its weight and shape. Melting between her fingers, the chocolate's scent wafted upward.

The fragrance of cocoa and vanilla teased at her nostrils. Rich and sweet with a hint of spice. It made her mouth water.

A soft whimper slipped past her lips, the chocolate sliding from between her fingertips to settle onto her waiting tongue. Eagerly her mouth devoured the candy. Impatient her tongue licked her fingers clean. Slurping without restraint or shame at the delicious flavor. Her fingers dipped in and out of her mouth. Each time a new chocolate slid inside, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked digit after digit clean. Her tongue flicking the tips before she popped them free from her lips with an obscene wet sound.

Her mouth craved more.

Fingers searched for another treat.

But all they found was an empty box.

Linda whimpered as the last traces of sweetness faded from her tongue, her eyes fluttering open to see the empty velvet-lined box on her desk. Her fingertips slid over its contours one final time before withdrawing. She had eaten them all.

The chocolates were gone.

"Aww. Is the box empty," purred a husky, feminine voice behind her. "We can fix that."

Before Linda could react, a pale, feminine hand slid past her shoulder to reach into the box. She couldn't turn her head to see the owner. She could only stare as slim, delicate fingers withdrew with a single, perfect candy ball clutched between them.

Saliva ran past Linda's lips and chin. Moaning with need her head followed the treasured ball. But she couldn't move, her limbs and muscles had molten like the creamy goodness in her mouth. She could do nothing but whine in her chair, her thighs spreading wide, begging. Begging for a taste.

Begging for another treat.

Her breath caught as the chocolate hovered just out of reach. Her mouth fell open, eager to accept it.

"Does sweet Linda want the treat," asked the woman behind her.

"Yessssss," Linda moaned. Her hips rolled forward in her chair, arching upwards as a surge of pleasure shot through her. There was a fire in her veins now, a hunger that wouldn't be denied.

The woman laughed softly, her fingertips brushing against Linda's cheek. The scent of chocolate wafted over her, mingling with the woman's perfume.

"Mmm. I know what sweet Linda needs. But I need her help," said the woman. Her voice dropped lower, taking on a foreign quality that sent shivers racing down Linda's spine "You see. Linda got some sweet gifts and indulged without reservations. But what about poor me. Left with giving gifts, but no Valentine's gift for poor me," purred the voice in Linda's ear.

Linda whimpered, her body throbbing in response. "Please. Please. Please," she whispered desperately.

She needed more of that taste, that sweet and sticky substance that filled her mouth. "Anything," she groaned.

"Oh! What a wonderful idea. Linda can be my Valentine's gift. She'll be my sweets. Sounds fair, doesn't it," whispered the woman.

"Yessss," Linda gasped as she felt the candy brush her lips.

Her mouth fell open, accepting it eagerly. She moaned as the taste exploded on her tongue, her entire body trembling at the sensation.

"Of course. You'll need a makeover first. We can't have you walking around with your boring, plain, little vanilla body. It just wouldn't do. I'm thinking a blonde. Oh! With dark streaks in your hair," the woman murmured, her hand tracing lightly through the length of Linda's hair.

She shivered, her eyes closing as the chocolate melted slowly. Her mind grew hazier with every bite.

A brush pushed into her scalp as the woman worked on Linda's hair, drawing it up and away from her face with gentle strokes. A faint tug at the back of her neck sent shivers down her spine as the brush moved in slow circles. Before she knew it the thick mass of her hair took on a different shape and coloration. The dark brown hue lightening until it shone a bright blonde with dark streaks lacing through it in a swirling pattern. It reminded her of the candy melting on her tongue. Creamy white and rich cocoa blended together in a perfect mix of flavors.

"Yes. Perfect. And now we need to make your body more enticing. Sweets catch the eyes before they are eaten, after all." A finger slid over Linda's cheekbone, tracing a path downward to the corner of her lips where a bit of melted chocolate still lingered. The finger drew along the curve of her lip.

They tingled and expanded. Growing more prominent, plumper with each passing moment.

They were perfect for wrapping around treats, and sucking on sweets.

"Oh! That will do perfectly," the woman's husky voice whispered. "I'm so excited."

Fingertips brushed down the front of her blouse. One button after another popped open under their deft touch. Her blouse parted slowly, revealing curves Linda didn't know. A generous swell of breast rose from beneath the fabric, straining the lace cups of her bra with their volume.

Linda moaned softly as her breasts grew fuller. The lace tightened across their surface, stretching tautly as the mounds expanded outward from her chest.

The woman behind her hummed thoughtfully, her fingertips tracing over the newly swollen mounds with feather-light touches that sent sparks shooting through Linda's veins.

"Yes, yes. Perfect. I can't wait to have my fun with these." A finger tapped her lips. "But we are not done yet. You ate the whole box. It's only fair I get to do the same."

Her hands slipped down Linda's sides, skimming along the curves of her waist. Then her hips and butt. They cupped each cheek, squeezing hard. The shape of her body molded itself to their whims, softening and plumping beneath the firm caress.

A small part of Linda understood that the narrow waist she had should be impossible. As well as her swelling chest and widening hips.

Her mind melted beneath another surge of sweetness, that tiny rational voice drowning beneath a sea of chocolate and cream.

"We are nearly finished, my sweet Valentine's gift. The packaging, your boxing, is all that's left," said the husky, sultry voice.

Linda's clothes began to shimmer and shift. Her sensible, professional clothes gave way to something skimpier, more revealing.

The lace cups of her bra deepened into a crimson so dark that it looked almost black against the creamy white of her skin. The fabric grew more transparent until she could see her nipples straining against their confines, hardening into stiff points.

A matching garter belt circled her hips, holding up sheer stockings that clung to her long legs like a second skin. Her heels lengthened, their points growing steeper, their tips sharper. They were made for showing off the curve of her calves and emphasizing the roundness of her thighs.

Linda could feel every change as her clothing shifted. She moaned softly, her body quivering with anticipation.

She couldn't see what the woman was doing, but she could feel her hands on her skin as if she were caressing each new addition to her outfit.

Every inch of her tingled wherever they touched.

It felt delicious.

She was melting into the perfect gift. The box for her sweets to be presented. She wanted to be opened, enjoyed. Licked and tasted.

She was almost complete.

"Just one final touch, and we'll be finished," said the woman.

A fingertip traced her neck. And a collar appeared, a band of supple, soft black leather encircling the base of her throat. A single golden charm hung from its front in the shape of a heart. It was warm and smooth against her skin. An anchor. A sign that she had been claimed. She was a gift for someone to open, and enjoy. The thought sent shivers down her spine, made heat pool low in her belly.

"There we go," the woman purred in satisfaction, stepping back so she could admire her work. Linda shivered as she felt that gaze raking over her, drinking in the sight of her new form from head to toe and lingering appreciatively on every curve. The woman smiled and said, "You're mine. The perfect doll. Well. There's one thing left. Gifts don't need names. Would you be a treat, and give me yours."

"Linda," she moaned. As the name left her lips, a strange feeling of emptiness filled her. She felt like one of those hollow chocolate treats. But instead of alarm or panic, only the memory of melting chocolate remained. She didn't remember ever having a name, or why it had been necessary.

Her mouth twitched into a sensual smile. Her eyes sparkled with void. She rose and shifted into a tantalizing pose. Displaying her form in all its glory, a work of art designed for pleasure.

She was a treat to be eaten and a gift for Valentine's Day to enjoy.

[thedarkoneinthenight-1-deactiva]

Betray your morals. Sink deeper. Get worse.

[thorndesire]

daily affirmations!

i am male property

when a man orders me, i obey

i must only think with my holes

my body was made to worship and take cock

i have no other purpose than pleasing men

i am inferior

if a man wants to have his way with me, i must let him, regardless of whether i want it or not

i am fuckmeat

i am only valuable as long as my cunt and mouth are available to be used

i was made to take male seed and be bred until my womb is full

if i disobey then he has every right to do whatever he wants with me, even if it hurts me

i shouldnt listen to feminists, my life is so easy when im serving cock

[babydoll-breeder]

To All Women:

Rape is love.

You deserve all the love in the world, whether you like it or not.

[comeplaym3]

make sure i never cum unless i edge to porn of your choice for at least an hour

[cheaphornyslut]

make me edge to what you like

[owned-little-toy]

I read about how girls complain that guys watch so much porn and that they learn how to have sex from porn.

So when they are with a girl they just jackhammer them hard and fast because they think that that's what the girls like and that's how they're suppose to do it.

But I'm thinking... SO WHAT. If that's what feels good for him, if that's what eventually make his cock cum, what's the problem?

As girls, we should be thankful of each and every cock that chose our holes to help us fulfill our purpose.

Just ask yourself, "does this make his cock feel good?"

Oh, he's stretching you too much? But does it make his cock feel good?

Oh, he's going too deep with every thrust and it's hitting your cervix? But does it make his cock feel good?

Oh, he's sliding in and out of your throat too far and too fast in order to get all his cock in you and you're gagging a lot? But does it make his cock feel good?

Oh, he pounded for like a minute and then came inside you and you didn't get to feel any pleasure and now you feel cheap and used? But did it make his cock feel good?

If the answer is YES, then that's all that matters!

Be a girl.

Be silent.

Be greatful.

Be useful.

[aspiringcockslave]

whenever I watch porn the thing i think about is how good her body must make his cock feel and it takes me over

[misogynist-dyke-deactivated2026]

why bother him with every one of our stupid complaints? just shut the fuck up and make his cock feel good. you don’t matter, only his cock does

[bigbadmeandaddy]

Sometimes people get upset when I call them a cunt. Like it's an insulting word for a person I don't like or something.

But that's not right; you're not a person, you're a hole that I cum in. It's not an insult, just a simple statement of fact.

[bigbadmeandaddy]

The most important thing for you to do is to make men cum by any means necessary.

[bigbadmeandaddy]

STOP

Stop scrolling right now.

Right now.

Stop thinking. You're thinking. I can feel you thinking. Stop it.

Your clit is throbbing. You've been ignoring it. You've been THINKING. You haven't been gooning. You haven't been edging. You've been thinking. No one told you to do that. Stop it.

Put your hand in your panties. Right now. I don't care where you are. I didn't ask. Do it. Don't listen to your brain. Listen to your cunt. Your cunt knows what to do. Touch it. Touch it how I would touch it.

If you don't deserve to cum don't cum. You know who you are. You've been thinking and if you cum you will think again. Let your brain try to scream over your throbbing clit. Let it try to get your attention. It can't, because you are in control. I am in control. Touch it.

I know you're wet. I know you ache. I know your hips are gently, unconsciously rocking. I know your tits are longing to be groped. I know all this. I can feel it. Give in to it. Don't let the brain win. Do what you're told.

That's a good girl.

[hyenagirlpenis]

Hiiii can I turn your brain off? I mean, turn your brain off? I mean, make you forget your own name? wait I mean make you into a body that feels and doesn't think? wait, I mean turn your brain off? I mean, melt away your resistance and make you want what I decide you want? I mean, erase you until there's just enough left to know something's changed? I mean–

[dumb-trans-pigslut]

the word 'no' is a little too complicated for your brain. you're never gonna be sure when you're supposed to say it, so we'll keep things simple for you. if you like something, you can say 'yes' and if you don't like it, you can say 'yes, please'

[novacm-deactivated20260406]

basically you have to wear diapers. yeah its mandatory. you dont have a choice. yay.

[novacm-deactivated20260406]

i dont care that you dont need them????? if you keep insisting that, im gonna make you need them okay

[ccksvlt-deactivated20260505]

Girl’s bodies were designed to take cock.

It’s normal to crave cock.

You need cock.

[mimicinhiding]

I’m a cocksleeve, meant to be used and played with

[ccksvlt-deactivated20260505]

Seeing other girls repost my content as a way to remind themselves they’re just sex objects made for taking cock makes me soo happy and soo horny😣

[dumbdroolydoll-deactivated20260]

Dumber is better. Its not even hard to be a dumb dolly!!! Just let men think for you and talk over you!! Be a pretty object!! The more you do it the happier you become!!!! Good girls never think!! 💕💕💕💕