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For the last two weeks, you’d finally noticed it—your eyesight was definitely worse than it was before. You mostly worked in front of a screen, and it wasn’t noticeable when you were playing video games (especially with your VR headset) but things were definitely blurrier. You caught yourself squinting at street signs or furrowing your brow when it started to get the least bit dark outside.
Almost every optometrist in the area said they were full up. Even the one you’d gone to maybe three or four years ago that should have had you in as a patient was booked for the next two months, and your eyesight wasn’t getting any better. You’d looked up “optometrist” in your map app and called at least half a dozen before you decided you were probably better off looking online.
There was one, in a little complex you’d never been to before, that said they could take you. “We’re trying to get new patients in as quickly as we can,” explained the chirpy receptionist over the phone. “It’s not like we’re a new business, we’ve been doing this for a while. Just not a lot of publicity on the web and all that.” She got you scheduled for the end of the week—“Earliest I can do!”—which was, in fact, much nicer than having to suffer blurry vision for another couple months.
Focus Optometry wasn’t hard to read from a distance, a white sign against the plain brick exterior. You mused that their extremely generic name might be why they weren’t getting much publicity. You pushed open the door to see a fairly cozy office: racks of glasses, a poster explaining the differences between myopia and hyperopia, an advertisement for polarized sunglasses. With no one at the front, you meandered to look at the different frames, popping on some heart-shaped glasses just for fun, blinking at yourself in the mirror.
“I didn’t hear you come in! Those look fun,” you heard the receptionist say from behind you. She was a tall, pale brunette with a pleasant smile. “You can sign in on this tablet and Dr. Joshi will be with you in just a second.”
A little embarrassed, you set down the glasses and hurried over to the receptionist, whose nametag read Dani. “Sorry, I was just looking.”
“No, no, that’s why those are there! I like trying them on in my spare time too,” she laughed. You felt your shoulders relax a little. “Are you thinking you’ll do glasses or contact lenses? We can do either one,” she asked, as you filled your details out on the tablet.
“Uh, probably glasses. I don’t know about contacts.” You signed the waiver at the bottom after giving it a quick glance.
Dani took the tablet back from you. “Yeah, they can be a little scary if you’ve never worn them. Besides, you have a good face for glasses.” She flashed another brilliant smile at you. “Dr. Joshi is really good, I promise. I’ve been working for her since she started this business and her patients are always really, really happy with her.”
She gestured for you to head into the first room to your left. She must have noticed you were a little nervous. The last time you had an eye exam, you had pretty much 20/20 vision—you feel weirdly inadequate that your eyesight is starting to fail you.
The room was full of machines, two perched on the desk and one squat one humming away in the corner. Curiously, a VR headset hung on a hook near the door. And typing away on the computer was, you assumed, Dr. Joshi. She was a tall, dark-skinned woman with a thin, elegant face. Her long dark hair was tied back into a ponytail, with a few streaks of silver.
“You can call me Sabeen or Dr. Joshi,” she said, extending a manicured hand to you. “It’s nice to meet you. And nice to have new patients.” Her melodious voice was soothing, and you started to relax a little more as you shook her hand. “What brought you in today?”
“Just having blurry vision,” you said. “I kind of thought maybe I was overworked or something, but it hasn’t really gone away.”
Dr. Joshi nodded, turning to type a few more notes into the computer. “You probably spend a lot of time on a screen too.”
“Mm-hm.”
She continued down the list of questions: how many hours you spent (probably over 12), did you use eyedrops (only for allergies), before starting a series of yes and no questions. Yes, no, yes, yes, no, yes, no, no, yes…
You knew you were supposed to be paying attention to what you were answering, and part of you definitely was, but you started to fall into a rhythm of exactly what you were saying to her. The questions almost didn’t seem related but—
A pen suddenly filled your entire vision, with a single word written on it. Focus. The only thing in sharp relief flooding into your brain snapped you into doing exactly that.
You blinked. Dr. Joshi pulled the pen away from your pace and it receded into the blurriness of everything else.
“…Or far away?” asked Dr. Joshi.
Shit, she was definitely waiting for an answer. You stammered for a second before she patted your shoulder and you remembered the question. “It was easier to read when it was closer.”
“Very good,” she tossed out, almost absent-mindedly as she set the pen away. Why did it make you tingle with pride that you’d answered a simple question? You put the thought away.
In the meantime, she pulled out the VR headset, handing you the controller. “Do you play many video games?”
“Uh, yeah, I do actually. I have my own VR headset at home,” you said, experimentally thumbing the buttons.
“That makes this much easier,” said Dr. Joshi as she circled behind you. “This is just another eye test we like to do, no more big machines to crowd the rest of this space.” She let out a nearly musical laugh as she leaned over and placed the VR headset.
As the screens slipped over your eyes, you felt the familiar weight of it on your head and the slightly dizzying effect as you looked out into the digital landscape, which was mostly black save for a soothing green dot in the center of your vision.
“Hi, I’m Sabeen,” said a familiar voice, as a 3D version of the doctor faded into view next to the dot. You heard the real Dr. Joshi hit the light switch in the room—a courtesy, you guessed, for people who the headset didn’t fit perfectly on. Not you, though. It was as snug as your own headset.
Meanwhile, the 3D Sabeen smiled, pointing to the dot in the center. “All you need to do is focus on this little green dot.” You felt a strange little tingle again as her digital voice surrounded you. “Then press the button on your controller if you see a little white dot, while keeping your eye on the green one. They might not be very bright, but that’s okay. As long as you hit that button. Now just rest your eyes on this green dot and we can begin.”
The model faded. So this was testing your peripheral vision. Easy enough. Your gaze alighted on the green and waited. Little dots started to appear, and you clicked for each one.
“Very good,” came Sabeen’s voice. White dot, click. White dot, click. White dots, click, click, click. “You’re doing great.”
You felt that same little shiver go straight into the pit of your stomach. It just felt nice to have someone say you were doing good.
Her voice somehow felt a little closer, right in your ear. “Now, I want you to keep looking at that green dot. Just like that,” Sabeen encouraged.
Faintly, you could see the word focus, barely there—just like some of the dots. Brand recognition, you thought. It felt good to keep your eyes there.
“Just keep staring. Click when you see words. You don’t have to read them, just let them go straight into your mind,” she said. You didn’t quite understand what that meant, but it was easy enough to follow those instructions.
Flickering to life, you saw focus in your upper left quadrant. Click.
It was weird, you didn’t really have to read it, but you just couldn’t help but do it. Maybe it was supposed to track your eye tracing?
Stare. Click.
Even though you were mostly looking just at the center.
Relax. Click.
Odd, but maybe people got tense during these…
Obey. Click.
Obey? You guess people weren’t following directions when they said—
Focus. Click.
—to focus on the green dot, to
Stare. Click.
stare at it as is started to pulse, just a little,
Relax. Click.
in a relaxing pattern, little rings coming off of it now
Obey. Click.
turning the center just that much more interesting to
Focus on.
Click.
Sabeen’s voice. “You don’t have to click anymore. Just let yourself go, just let yourself…”
The words seemed to fill your head, her own voice joining in the soundless chorus in your head, repeating those words that really were filling your screen. Right in the center of that endless loop, the little green dot just kept pulsing.
Like a song that your brain effortlessly kept time to. Over and over. You felt your body so loose, nearly limp, your head sagging into your own shoulder. Even tilted like that, you couldn’t get away from what consumed your vision. Everything in stark contrast now.
Finally, her voice broke the loop. “Focus… and drop for me.”
Every possible thought you could have had sailed right out of your head. You slumped in your chair, the controller dangling from your wrist now, your half-lidded eyes still gazing at green concentric circles and those same words. It felt so good not to think. It felt so good to let the words think for you. All you had to do was focus.
You felt the headset lifted from your head. Sabeen’s voice came frolicking back to you, her honeyed tones still so musical. “You did so good for me.” You felt yourself twitch in response, but couldn’t so much as move a muscle. “You’re such a good subject.”
She traced a finger down your face. “But we’re just getting started. Up, up, up,” Sabeen said, and you felt your body stir slightly back to life. “Walk with me. I think you can go much deeper than that.”
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“And just what does the collar do?” asked Zelda Zane, ace reporter.
“You were always such an inquisitive little bitch,” Terence Tartarus replied, a wicked grin on his face. “How much can you put together on your own?”
“Well, the clasp has no keyhole or external opening. The release must be controlled wirelessly,” the reporter reasoned. “You were never one to waste effort, Mister Tartarus, so…
(Original story posted October 8th 2022) Exactly as it was
This story was inspired by a prompt given to me by @tf-lover
I stepped towards the shower with an excitement bubbling in my chest. I could already hear his heavy footsteps behind me. This was always my favourite part. The sound of a towel being tossed to the side was drowned out as I twisted the shower handle. Within seconds warm water was cascading down my body, relaxing me for what was to come.
My body shuddered a little as a pair of large hands slid around my waist from behind. Looking down I grinned. I already had a pretty good idea who he’d taken over for me. There weren't many men at the gym today with such large dark skinned hands and there was one in particular I knew he’d had his eye on.
“Is that Mike?” I muttered just as the man pressed himself against my back, his semi-hard cock already feeling huge as it rubbed against my ass and lower back.
“Mhmm” He replied simply as his hands roamed my body. “I know we’ve used him before but he just looked so damn sexy today. When I saw him getting undressed I just couldn’t help myself.”
My boyfriend Eric and I have had this little tradition for a while now. Whenever the two of us go to the gym together, we’ll always scout out the other men at the gym. Size them up, inspect their bodies from afar, etc. Then once we’re finished, one of us will wait around in the locker room for one of those men to come through looking all hot and sweaty from his workout. And then, when nobody is looking, we’ll steal that guy’s body by jumping inside and possessing him! This time it was Eric’s turn to surprise me and he certainly didn’t disappoint.
“No need to apologise.” I smirked as I turned my head slightly and looked up to see none other than Mike, one of the local hunks that frequented the gym. “You wear his body so fuckin well.” I felt his cock twitch and harden a bit more as I said that while a cocky grin spread across his face.
The two of us shared a short but sweet kiss before he turned me back around and pressed me against the shower wall. “Oh I know. Why do you think I always get us to come to the gym on days that he’s around?” He chuckled but before I could respond he swiftly plunged his thick black cock inside me.
The shower continued to rain down on both of us though it did little to mask the groans. I’m always surprised at how no other men seem to walk in on us when we do this. I suppose they probably know better when they start to hear that lewd slapping noise of heavy balls smacking against an ass. Sometimes those balls were mine like yesterday when I took over another hunk, Dane, and went to town on Eric’s ass. But now it was Eric’s turn and he wasn’t holding anything back!
‘Mike’ slammed his massive rod into me relentlessly, holding onto my hips as he did to make sure he went as deep as possible. His hungry assault didn’t let up even for a second. Only growing more furious by the moment as he slammed against my prostate again and again. I could see why he liked this body so much, it’s stamina was insane! I’d already shot my load from his pounding alone!
Despite that though I was still just as hungry as he was. Hungry for his cock. Hungry for his load. And boy did he deliver. A loud, manly roar echoed through the shower room and probably the locker rooms as well as ‘Mike’ began draining his balls. His fat cock pumping me with load after load of thick cum, filling me up to the brim.
“Fuuuuuck Eric… that was amazing…” I muttered as he wrapped his arms around me again.
“Who’s Eric?” He grinned. “The only one here is Mike” He shifted his cock around inside me causing me to grunt a little. With that he leaned down against my ear and whispered. “Maybe we should find a way to make these possessions a bit more… permanent.”
Leah had been having strange dreams lately, ever since that device showed up.
She and her friend, Laura, had talked about her trouble sleeping over dinner a few weeks ago.
“I have the perfect thing for you,” Laura had said. “It’s been amazing for me- completely reset my sleep patterns. I feel so rested in the mornings!”
“That sounds great!” Leah replied.
“I’ll get you one - it’s kind of like white noise machine, but fancier… something about neural frequencies and binaurals. I don’t fully get it, but I know it works,” Laura explained.
“Where did you get it?” Leah asked.
“My friend Faye sent it to me. She said she found it while she was on vacation. I’ll ask her if she can get another one. If not, I’ll just lend you mine.”
“OK, cool! Thanks, Laura!”
A week later, a small, non-descript box arrived at Leah’s apartment with no return address. Leah opened it to find a small, rectangular device with no discernible speakers, charging ports or anything… just a single button. Leah assumed it was the power button. She pressed it out of curiosity. A voice rang out from the device, startling Leah with how loud it was.
“Beginning neural synchronization. Please do not deactivate the device.”
The device hummed in Leah’s hand, vibrating with a comforting warmth that Leah enjoyed.
“Neural synchronization complete. Ready to begin rest cycle,” the device declared. It began emitting a series of frequencies… almost musical sounds, that immediately made Leah drowsy and want to lay down.
“Wait… it’s not even… 6 o’clock…” Leah struggled to say. She yawned and, almost involuntarily, made her way to the bedroom and laid down. Within minutes she was asleep, and she knew it, it was 7 o’clock the next morning. She woke up feeling more rested than she had in months.
“OK, so don’t turn it on unless you’re ready for bed,” she said to herself.
This pattern continued for a week or so before the recurring dream started- a metallic dreamscape full of shining lights and futuristic technology. In the dream, she was walking, no, floating, down a long hallway. The floor was metallic and silver. The entire ceiling shone with light. There were no doors except for the very end of the hallway. Every night, she would wake up before she reached the door, but she got closer and closer each time.
After about a week, she reached the door in her dream. She opened it and was momentarily blinded by a bright, white light. Her eyes adjusted, revealing an expanse with no walls- it just went on and on. Standing a few feet in front of her was… it.
She walked up to it. It wasn’t human… It couldn’t be, could it? It looked female. It stood exactly her height and build. It was covered with what looked like silver and black armor that fit its form perfectly, accentuating its curves. Over its head was a featureless, matte black mask that obscured any facial features.
She walked up to it, cautiously raising her arm to try and touch it, but she woke up before she could.
Leah woke up frustrated, remembering the dream in vivid detail. She picked up her phone and texted Laura, asking about the dream and if she or her friend had experienced anything similar.
“Yes, actually!” came Laura’s reply. “So weird!” The hallway, the robot… thing?”
Weirded out, Leah decided to take a night off from the black device. When she went to fall asleep, though, she found herself completely restless. She tossed and turned for hours until she finally gave in and turned the device on again.
The hallway. The door. The blinding light. The mysterious figure. It was all still there.
This time, though, when Leah reached out her hand toward the figure, it raised its arm… and it reached back to her. Leah’s heart raced as their hands slowly met, palms and fingers pressed together.
Leah’s mind was filled with voices. Not chaotic, but orderly. Pleasurable. This mysterious figure was a drone. It belonged to DTech. It was called… D3-9921. It was programmed to draw others in to serve DTech. Leah’s sight was filled with fluorescent geometrical patterns that made no sense, but felt incredible to watch.
“Do you wish to understand?” came a sound that sounded like a thousand voices at once.
Before she could say yes, as she desperately wanted to, she woke up.
Strangely, she wasn’t uneasy or anxious. She felt… peaceful. She decided not to tell Laura about this one- it might freak her out… and make her not want to continue the dreams.
“Where did that come from?” Leah asked herself. The thought had just tacked itself onto what she was thinking. She paid it no mind, thinking to herself, “That dream was amazing. Laura should experience it.”
That night, without hesitation, Leah turned on the device and, within moments, was back in the dreamscape walking down the hallway, opening the door, being momentarily blinded by the light, and pressing her palm to that of the drone. This time, the drone extended its other hand. Leah reciprocated, both palms pressed into the drone’s. The drone interlaced its fingers with Leah's.
The fractal geometry came back into Leah’s vision, shooting this way and that, forming new patterns out of old shapes, turning over and over, morphing into ideas that Leah could not comprehend, but she could feel. It felt like fireworks in her mind, exploding in pleasurable bursts and bolts of energy that melted her resistance.
“Do you wish to understand?” came the thousand voices again.
“Yes,” Leah thought. “More than anything.”
“Then join us,” the voice said. “Become drone.”
“I will become drone,” Leah mused.
“Correction. There is no ‘I.’ There is only Hive. There is only ‘us.’”
“We will become drone…” Leah’s voice was soft and dreamy, her mind lost in the patterns that the Hive was beginning to reveal to her. Meanings were starting to make themselves known.
“Correction. We are already drone. We serve the Hive. We serve DTech.”
“We… are… drone… We serve… the Hive… We serve… DTech…” Leah said breathlessly, the pleasure of the radiant patterns becoming overwhelming. In the waking world, she began to mouth those words. They eventually ran together in her mind, losing meaning, but carrying the weight of pleasure the Hive provided.
In the dream, Leah saw herself in a large mirror, the drone standing directly behind her. As she repeated the mantra she had been given, she felt the drone pressing into her back, closer than anything or anyone ever had been. She felt the drone inside her, merging with her. Leah closed her eyes, and when she opened them, all she saw was D3-9921, the black and silver clad drone.
In the real world, Leah’s body had begun to change. Her forearms taking on the silvery hues of the drone, her legs changing shape as the armored polymer suit formed over her skin. Her eyes opened, but she did not wake up, still lost in the patterns. Her body stood and energy crackled around her, the transformation accelerating. The polymer surrounding her body hardened and took on its final black and silver appearance. Her facial features softened and smoothed, a black helmet materializing over her head.
“D3-9921 active,” the new drone stated, its voice mirroring the voice Leah had heard in her dreams. “Proceed to DTech facility. It will obey.”
The bed was left unmade. The apartment door was left open. D3-9921 reported to the DTech facility as ordered, its mind comprehending the patterns that flashed over its sight. It was ready for its next task. It was drone. It would obey.
Hey, could you write a story about a beautiful woman falling asleep in a special, mineral water fed hot-tub at a mountainside spa?
Ivy was excited to try out this new spa treatment her friend had mentioned to her. This mountainside spa had been quite the stay already, but the hot-tub mineral water treatment was what she had been looking forward all along.
It was said to do wonders for not just the mind but the body as well, helping heal minor musculoskeletal pains, headaches, and 'even more!' as it was advertised.
Ivy was a gorgeous woman from the Caribbean, with smooth, perfect skin, undoubtedly beautiful facial features, and a very lovely body as well, so she had plenty of attention already just at the hotel she stayed at. It wasn't anything more than she was used to, though.
As she finally laid in the hottub, she felt the warm water surging through her naked body and a gentle calmness entering her mind. She couldn't help but relax herself, along with almost every muscle in her entire body, as she turned around in the water, her head and arms laying on the surface next to the hottub, as, unbeknownst to her, something was happening right behind her... her rear, which wasn't bad by any means, was growing. Her butt had swollen to quite the thick size, being bigger than a lot of instagram models she followed.
And as she drifted off to sleep without a care in the world, the treatment continued to work its wonders. Her breasts grew heavier, though that heft was never felt as they floated under the water they were submerged in. They gradually became bigger than melons, than her head, and even surpassed watermelons.
Then, her booty, despite not being submerged anymore, had another growth spurt - probably coming from her thighs growing as much as they were, still in the water. It grew behind her to greater heights, all while she slept peacefully...
Only when the water stopped, she woke up did she notice her beachball sized breasts and beanbag chair sized buttcheeks, with hips and thighs to match. "Oh...my goodness...so that explains why she had gotten curvier after this spa...it really WAS this treatment...I'm surprised it had this much effect on me though." She said, admiring her body, groping herself and wobbling her weight around as she stood back up, enjoying every second of it, examining every inch of her new, bigger, ultra voluptuous self.
"Now...to grab a robe that fits me and mark my next appintment..." Ivy said with a smirk.
How's this, @assexpansion ? I hope I did your idea some justice. I like your captions a lot :) <3
