Girlfailure vampire that lays in bed all day with two sets of blinds closed cuddling a pillow. And then when you come home she invites you into bed, as you pull the collar of your shirt to the side without even realizing what you're doing. As she watches you absentmindedly serve yourself to her. Enjoys the view of your exposed neck. Draws closer. Lets you feel her breath, her fingers running along it. As you realize what's about to happen, but can't seem to stop yourself from leaning into her touch. And then she sinks her fangs into you. Slowly savors the taste, licking every last drop of blood until the flow stops. Watches you get all fuzzy and emptyheaded and tells you how good you've been for her. Uses a nice, soft voice to make you even more pliable, and takes advantage of your suggestible state to remind you how lovely it feels to let her feed on you. That it's nothing more than instinct, that you could never dream of denying her the taste. And then cuddles you and praises you while playing with your hair until you come back up.
Hypnotizing a cute sub into forgetting what cumming is, to make it so they think edging is the best it gets. Watching them get closer and closer and they can't get any release because they're unable to remember how.
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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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Amanda blinked slowly.
Something warm brushed against her skin. A single drop of drool had landed on the front of her shirt.
She wiped it away with the back of her hand, embarrassed that she'd become so engrossed in a simple video.
On her monitor, pink and violet shapes continued to drift together in slow, mesmerizing spirals. They folded into one another with impossible smoothness before separating again, accompanied by soft music that seemed more intent on setting a mood than telling a story.
Laura had insisted she watch the clips.
"You'll get it after a few episodes."
Amanda hadn't believed her. In fact, she'd nearly laughed when Laura first described her newest obsession.
Over the past two weeks, her friend had changed in unmistakable ways.
Her style had transformed into a parody of real people. It was a rare day now when she didn't look like someone that asked to be seen as very available.
Whenever one of their professors entered the room, Laura's attention sharpened immediately. Afterward she'd excitedly compare them to characters from the series, speaking with such certainty that Amanda often struggled to follow the connections. Often, Laura, distracted during class, absentmindedly drew them wearing clothes far too provocative for college.
At first Amanda had dismissed it as another fixation her friend had stumbled into. Laura had always thrown herself wholeheartedly into new interests.
But this felt different. There was an intensity to it. As though every conversation inevitably circled back to the same handful of characters and scenes.
In the beginning Amanda had found it equal parts amusing and concerning.
Then Laura had sent the videos.
"Just watch these," she'd written. "You'll understand why I can't stop thinking about them."
Amanda had intended to watch only part s, enough to show that she did and could tell Laura she wasn't interested.
Now she couldn't remember how long she'd been sitting at her desk.
The clips flowed together so naturally that she couldn't remember where one ended and the next began.
The colors swirled again.
Pink dissolved into purple.
Purple bloomed into voluptuous outlines.
Without realizing it, Amanda leaned a little closer to the screen. The comparisons Laura had made earlier that day replayed in her memory.
Amanda supposedly resembled a Hanamura Hisui. She was a side character in "College Student hypnotized! New Campus Bimbo Whore appears!" The older sister to the main character Hanamura Kikyou, who became the Hentai Slut Kiki.
Hisui, so Laura had explained, was not only an older sister, but also took on the characteristics of an Onee-sama.
"An Onee-sama isn't just an "older sister"," she heard her friend whisper. "An Onee-sama is grace incarnate. She's elegant, mature, confident, beautiful. The moment she walks into a room, everyone notices her without her even trying. She's the kind of girl who inspires absolute admiration, she's someone you want to protect, follow, impress, and maybe dedicate your entire life to. A cool beauty who treats everyone with gentle kindness, an Onee-sama has this impossible aura that makes your heart skip a beat. It's not just respect, it's totally devotion!"
And Amanda had to agree. Hisui, that illusive shape sitting in front of swirling spiral, was so beautiful. Amanda needed to be like her. From the graceful roll of her hips, down to having her brain rewired into a refined whore.
A groan slipped through Amanda's lips as the figure became more prominent and defined. Long, glossy hair cascaded in straight falls. Her breasts stretched a lacey blouse to the breaking point. A skirt barely covering those delicious and impossible big butt cheeks graced her hips. Black stockings ran along svelte legs, garter stripes dug into thick thighs. The glistening pumps with high heels completed the image.
Drool escaped Amanda's mouth. Hisui was such an inspiration, deserving of everything Amanda could give her. Without any thought she let her tingling fingers crawl beneath the waistband of her pants. Desperate they pressed against the throbbing folds beneath drenched panties.
"That's it," echoed a musical voice through Amanda's head, "just give in. Don't hold back. Goon for Hentai Sluts."
Moaning, she enjoyed the circling motion tracing her pussy. Hisui's blank and glazed eyes stared into Amanda's glazed orbs. They reflected each other. Amanda. Hisui. With each circle the difference seemed to melt away. Amanda shuddered. Her eyes rolled in tune with the swirling colors.
Breathing heavily, more and more of her dissolved. She flicked her demanding clit. A yowl of ecstasy filled the air.
Indulgent Hisui smiled. Amanda yearned for her approval. Hentai Slut Hisui looked so good. The way her mind unfolded under the spiral her sister had shown her, made Amanda so wet and horny. Her understanding of grace slowly transformed into a slutty parody. The image burrowed deeply into Amanda's brain. Now it was all she could think about, becoming a horny Goon Doll worthy of the new Hentai Slut Onee-sama.
A finger slipped into her hor cunt. Muscles clenched around the invading digit. She was so close. Trembling, Amanda felt the first waves of an incoming orgasm.
But Hisui raised a finger and wiggled it.
Amanda's fingers stopped.
"Goon Dolls don't cum," Hisui laughed. The sound a tantalizing mixture of grace and depravity. "Cumming is a privilege for Hentai Sluts. Goon Dolls ride the edge. Desperate. Impossible to feel release. Doesn't that sound wonderful, Amanda?"
Amanda's head nodded. Fog filled her mind. Shivering in need, a finger flicked her clit again. But she didn't cum. It only made her tumble on the edge. It was like Amanda had forgotten how to cum. And that made her moan.
"Goon Dolls need to edge for Hentai Sluts. It's the only thing you need in your life. Be a Goon Doll, Amanda. Be a Goon Doll Amanda. Be Goon Doll Amanda. You should visit HentaiSluts.net. Visit HentaiSluts.net."
Amanda's hands rushed to the keyboard. They flew over the letters and typed the address. A familiar swirl of pink and purple surrounded a button.
sleepy girl who never leaves bed and just keeps inviting girls over.
her latest date knocks on the door and gets a text, “just come in lol the doors unlocked im in bed”
the house is dark inside. narrow beams of sunlight shine through, but otherwise the place is dark as night. in the innermost room of the house, she rests, in a constant half-sleep. she looks so precious, like a little angel, surrounded by plushies. a lot of plushies. she’s bundled up in countless blankets, looking so so soft. inviting. her half-lidded eyes flutter open, lazily wandering around the darkness. she locks onto the new girl, her soft, cute mouth opens, whispering out “come cuddle~” in a tiny, breathy voice.
the new girl carefully crawls into bed, spooning the small sleeping angel, reaching under a baggy sleep shirt and wrapping her arms around a soft waist. she pulls the sleepy girl in close. she was so excited to have a nice date, eat dinner together, maybe fuck a little — but now she just wants to rest. her eyes start to gently close…
she wakes up. how long has it been? god, it must have been hours. she tries to get up and check, but… oh gosh, that cute sleepy angel is still in her arms, out like a light, you wouldn’t dare disturb her, would you? she pulls her close again and falls back down, pressing skin against soft sleep shirt. when… when did she get naked? was she always naked? why can’t… why can’t she feel her legs… and the thought is gone again. she fades back down, inky tendrils wrapping their way around her brain and pulling her back down into slumber.
she wakes up again. the first thing she realizes is that she can’t move. all she can do is think. the positions have been reversed now, she’s being held. it feels soft, warm. she’s not distressed. she probably should be right now, but she’s not…
she’s just so sleepy.
the house is dark and quiet as the night. the door opens, and a new girl enters, excited for a cute date. she tiptoes through the hall, and sees our cute sleepy precious girl, surrounded by her plushies, with one wrapped up tightly in her arms.
uuuuhhh I've never written reader-insert direct-to-tumblr smut. I don't know how to go about content warnings. I suppose it's not very consensual, and a little drugging-adjacent? Also, this is a TF fic. I just realized I haven't outright stated that yet. The reader character likes it though. It's all cute happy times here. Dubiously consensual cute happy times. Ok? Ok.
You're getting help with your hormone injection from your trusted [friend/lover/ghost hands with sexual intent/other], but something seems off... Upon looking closer at what they were holding, it's very clearly not the needle you gave them, but instead a clunky plastic toy replica...?! You guess they must have realized you're more nervous about these injections than you let on, and they're joking around to try and calm you down. How sweet of them, if a bit silly! They make like they're going to jab you with it, and they really seem serious. Assuming simple dedication to the bit, you don't make any move to stop them.
!!
Hey, why'd that actually pinch a little?! Placebo effect, maybe? A cheap toy like that couldn't possibly have any kind of stabbing abilities... right...? You look down at the "injection" site, and... you can't really make out your thigh clearly, actually. You're feeling lightheaded all of a sudden... though it's weirdly not unpleasant.
Well, if your eyes won't work with you, your hands will. You move to prod the site, but your arm feels almost weightless, and way too much force sends it thumping uselessly against your lap. You've half a mind to ask your friend what's going on, but stringing words together sounds hard when you're this loopy, plus your throat feels like it's full of cotton. You stare dumbly up at them. They don't seem to be freaking out, so whatever's happening is probably fine. You trust them. They love you.
Through the haze, you notice your core strength seems to be dwindling. Quite fast, in fact. You lurch forward, powerless to right yourself, but warm hands thankfully grab your sides before you can complete your fall. They squeeze you a little (were you always this squishy?) (and has that always felt so good?) before lifting you up effortlessly. Reflexively, you try to lessen the load by wrapping your arms around them, but your limbs are absolutely set on being useless right now. You kind of just lightly smack them. You try to mutter an apology, but your lips feel numb, or maybe like they don't exist at all. Now that you've noticed that, you realize your hands and feet feel about the same. All muscle memory pertaining to them is gone, it's like they were never there.
By all accounts, you should be freaking out. 99% of your body weight has poofed away. Moving's getting harder to even think about by the second. You feel way smaller than you did five minutes ago, and like your nerves have been coated in a layer of soft fuzz. But somehow, your heart and mind aren't racing at all. You feel surprisingly comfortable. You feel like as long as those wonderfully warm hands keep holding you, you're safe.
Oh, you just noticed you've moved. You're being held up to the bathroom counter. There's a box in front of you, with the big needle from earlier inside it. You don't really care about it, you don't think? It's not as important as the hands under your arms. So warm. So comfy.
"Can you read that?"
Ugh... Well, if you're being asked, you guess you can try. Let's see... P... Plushie... HRT... Works Instantly!
There's some smaller text, but you really can't be bothered to read all that. Too much effort... Well, it's probably just warning labels, so it's fine. You try to tell your friend you're all done, but your mouth's still not moving. That doesn't stop you from making noise, though! You end up squeaking. Like a dog toy. You didn't know you could do that.
"Yeah, so basically—" you're lifted up higher. "You've seemed super stressed lately. Have you taken a break at all this week?"
You have not. Not caring to admit to this, you hold your squeaker and stare at the floor.
"That's what I thought. So! I— well, we, me and some of our other friends kinda conspired on this— thought you might benefit from a little push in the self-care direction. And since you're the type to get stressed about 'wasting your productivity juice'..." (They squeeze your tummy with those scare-quotes. It feels nice, a little tickly.) "... It only made sense to make it impossible for you to be productive."
You finally realize why they lifted you up. You look in the mirror like you probably should have several minutes ago, and...
Oh! You weren't really sure what you expected to be staring back at you, but it definitely wasn't a copy of your favorite plushie ever! That's you? You're that?! You're so cute! You squeak with unrestrained glee!
"Hehe, you like your new body, huh?"
Yes! You love it! You squeak as hard as you can!
"Good!" you're transferred to one hand, and the free one pats your head. "Your guilt-free impromptu vacation starts now! We'll cuddle with you, dress you up, take you places..."
Your friend keeps talking as you're carried out of the bathroom. You're too excited to remember to listen. You squeak.
For now, let's call them Subject. Subject and I have been together for a very long time. Subject trusts me to the core of their being. Because of this, Subject can not engage fully in certain aspects of play within non con and other violent scenes. Subject can not feel fear or panic or dread with someone they trust implicitly.
Subject is, however, extremely susceptible to hypnosis. We discuss limits and bounds. Subject gives me carte blanche.
I put Subject in a deep trance. I install the program I need in their skull and wake them up.
All it takes from this day forward is one small command phrase. The moment Subject hears it, it's like they're a whole new person; Subject Victim.
Subject Victim has their memories locked away. They do not know who they are, where they are. Any picture, any object that might remind them immediately becomes a blurred part of the background they can't conceive of. Most importantly, their memories of me are locked away. I'm nothing more than a stranger in a home they can't recognize.
Subject Victim begins to feel real terror. The trigger started the physical sensations, planting the seeds of fear in their psyche before their dawning realization does the rest.
Subject Victim has any prior knowledge or thought of self defense sealed away. Subject Victim can only consider themselves weak, harmless, and ineffectual against me. Subject Victim likewise has a limiter placed on how loud they may be, so as to not draw attention.
Subject Victim hardly struggles as I throw them bodily to the floor. Subject Victim can only sob and beg when I dig my knee into the small of their back. I hate how much I savor the earnest fear in their voice.
I take what I want from Subject Victim. I make them repeat awful, vile things with the promise it will make it stop. I hurt them for the simple joy of making them sob louder. Do you know how beautiful they are when all they can do is shake?
With another command Subject returns. Full memories intact, full knowledge of who I am, all with a rush of positivity and joy to chase away the negative emotions. Subject retains full memory of what transpired but with the knowledge now it was just a scene.
Subject curls into my arms, and together we watch the recordings I made of our session.
collaring you with a magical collar that gives me total control over everything you do. That’s way too overpowered? Where did I get that? That’s too many questions from a cute pet like you. On your knees and bark, toy. From now on, my word is literal law on your body. Any time you think about disobeying me, all you have to do is slap yourself. Hard. Don’t worry, soon the only thing you’ll be able to think about is how to please me <3
hypnotically removing your ability to orgasm so that every time you touch yourself it’s impossible to get off. every time you reach that edge, it feels so good that you just stop touching yourself to bask in that hazy feeling, which of course means that you never slip past that edge no matter how hard you try. you might realize what i did to you after an hour of failing to orgasm, at which time your frantic, whimpering pleas to me for just a little bit more pleasure will be answered by me telling you to touch just a little bit longer, cute subject and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to orgasm <3
hypnotic triggers attached to the hue of the smart lights in your room. Everything is normal until suddenly the lights fade into pink and you suddenly feel a burning heat flush across your body, instantly stripping, humping the closest plushie as the lights fade to blue and you freeze. Still. Stuck in place. The lights fade into green, making you docile and tranquil as your body relaxes into a comfortable jumble on the floor, and suddenly the lights are normal again and you realize you’re conscious again, free to stand up and keep on with whatever you were doing until the next time those lights change colors
And I won't be taking the short route with implants or fillers or anything like that.
No, an intensive routine, starting in the morning. Exercises meant to increase your blood flow and stamina. A hearty breakfast to keep you fueled for the rest of the day. As well as all your favorite foods, drinks, and snacks, keep you nice and plump. What happens after breakfast varies from day to day. All packed with different meds to make sure you swell in all the right places, and keep you full and milky.
Mondays and Wednesday, we'll have you hooked up to specialized pumps, just for your nipples and clit.
Tuesdays and Thursday you'll be hooked up to pumps for your tits, cups big enough to hold the entire thing.
Saturdays are your "free" day, you're free to do anything you want, but all day long you'll have a thick dildo in your cunt.
Sundays are, of course, for the lord. You will spend all day pleasuring myself and whomever I choose. Perhaps this is just me, maybe a group of friends, maybe I take you to dive bars and strip clubs and let strangers grope and grab you, maybe I take you to the most popular gloryholes so you can service whatever gets stuck through the gap.
I'm sure for the first few months your growth will be slow, but we'll document every cm, every milligram, every ounce. But as time goes on, you're grow faster and faster. Everyone will know you, not by name or by face, but by how your tits enter the room before your body does. By how wide your hips have gotten, permanently stretched by the increasingly thick toys. By how wonderful your mouth and throat feels.
And after a year, well, you'll be so stretched, pumped, and fucked you won't even remember what your life was like before. Maybe you'll want to stay, keep being the good "little" cow everyone knows and love, maybe you'll try to have a normal life.
You'll have to move though, everyone in a 50km radius will know you. And even then, rumors will follow. Your coworkers will whisper and talk, eventually growing bold enough to ask about it. I'm sure some won't even bother asking, just pulling you into the nearest closet or bathroom and having their way.
A whole year to be reshaped into essentially a living sex doll, absurd curves, just continuing to make myself into more and more of a walking advertisement for perversion.
I wonder how long it'd take before I'd give up even trying to do "normal" things on Saturdays and just use it as another day to keep sexualising myself? Extra pumping sessions, going to gloryholes and adult stores on my own, begging for an even thicket dildo to keep in me all day...
A year is a long time for a habit to form. Even after I didn't have to follow the regime after the year ended... well. It's what I know now. It's normal. And my body knows the schedule as well as my mind-- My body knows the days I wake up with my nipples and clit throbbing, and the ones where my tits are already aching for attention.
Staying at my job as long as I can get away with it, because at least there I'm already in the door-- if I had to apply for another job, what would they even think seeing my porno-wet-dream-hentai body trying to squeeze into anything even approaching interview appropriate, making it look like an adult store costume by virtue of how I look...
Maybe I'd auction myself off for another year of changes directed by the highest bidder
If I had control of you for a week, I'd take you to get as much filler as I can convince someone to put into your lips, nipples, and pussy and clit, including PRP shots. I'd pump your pussy and nipples and clit for hours each day to make them as big and puffy as possible.
I'd cut holes in all your bras and underwear so they show through, and make you wear bright pink or red lipstick. I'd make you go to sketchy bars and porn shops and sex toy stores and parks and offer yourself to whoever is there and charge them whatever loose change or cash they'll give you. I'd also make you beg them to cum in your mouth every time, whether or not they do is up to them. I'd also make you talk and act like a complete bimbo ditz and dress like a slut.
On the last day, I'd drug you and take you to a shady back alley surgeon and tell them to put the biggest implants they have into your tits, put in another round of filler, and let you wake up and deal with it along with the debt of the procedures.
I think people should be able to tell with just a look that you're basically just an over the top sex toy that can walk on its own
I had to look up what PRP shots were but 😵💫😵💫😵💫 if they actually work, wow.
Seeing my body changed so much, made into a ridiculous parody, like the most over the top bsky hyper art, and not being able to do anything about it... having to play along and whore myself out at someone's command, make myself seem even more vapid and stupid than I look...
And then when I see the end in sight, the rug is yanked out from under me and not only do I have to recovery from surgery for tits I didn't even get to pick out, and just when I've gotten used to how I look with all the filler it's all increased, and I have to pay for all of it??
God, it'd be so distressing but also reading this made me cum so hard I fully soaked my hand. The sort of changes that are life changing and no one would take me seriously at all, they'd just see a sex-crazed perverted freak 🥵🥵🥵
Your only purpose is to be used for breeding.Your udders exist to be milked and your breeding hole exists to be filled until you are swollen and carrying calves. You are breeding stock. Nothing more.
Complete every step exactly as written.
1)Strip completely naked. Get down on all fours like the cow you are. If you have a mirror, position yourself so you can see your udders and body the entire time.
2)body writing (use a dark marker):Write the following in bold, clear letters where you can see and feel every word.
Across the top of your chest, right above your udders: BREEDING COW
On your left udder: MILK
On your right udder: BREED
On your lower belly, just above your breeding hole: ONLY PURPOSE: TO BE USED FOR BREEDING
On your inner left thigh: COW
On your inner right thigh: CUM DUMP
Look at yourself in the mirror. Moo softly and say out loud:“Moo… I am a breeding hucow. My only purpose is to be used for breeding.”
3) Edge your breeding hole – 5 times.
Stay on all fours the entire time.
Start by squeezing and milking your udders. Pull on your teats, knead them, and pretend you’re being milked while you moo.
Then reach back and start rubbing your breeding hole. Get your fingers wet and edge your clit and cunt exactly how you like it.
Every time you get close to cumming, stop immediately.
Pull your hand away, moo, and repeat:
“I am only for breeding.
My udders and breeding hole exist to be used.”
Do this five full edges.
Get right to the edge each time but do not cum.
Take slow breaths and moo until the urge fades a little, then start again.
4. Final orgasm.
After the fifth edge, you are allowed to cum.
When you finally cum, do it hard and loud:
Rub and finger your breeding hole fast and deep.
While you’re cumming, moo loudly and say (or scream):
“Moo! I’m a breeding cow! My only purpose is to be used for breeding! Breed me! Fill my breeding hole! Moo!”
Keep rubbing through the whole orgasm. Let it last as long as it wants.
5)After you cum:
Stay on all fours. Look at your marked body in the mirror. Feel the words on your udders and belly. Moo one more time and say:
“Moo… I am only breeding stock.”
You may clean up afterward, but try to leave the writing on as long as possible so you keep seeing your purpose every time you look down.
Well I have a task for the night. Im so thankful for it.
Can't stop thinking about a future where we stop farming cows because they are too environmentally damaging. The thing is we still need milk so we have to do the next best thing. Start farming hucows... They'll do it based on volunteers and aptitude. But once you volunteer to be one, there is no returning back to a "normal" life.
You'll be a number; a cow whore; an animal to be milked and fucked and bred. You'll move into an enclosure in a barn with other hucows, just like you. All of you kept with your udders, teats and holes on display for quick access and easy use. You're fed to make you gain weight from a trough, bucket or the owner's hands. All of your food and drinks keep tasting funny and it's not until it's too late that you realise they have been putting lactation and libido enhancers in everything you've consumed since Day 1. No wonder you started producing milk so quickly and can always feel your clit throbbing. No wonder when they come to pump your teats or wand your clit or plug your arsehole or fuck their seed into you - you love it so much. Even better when they do all 4 at the same time. Even better when there's more than one farmer. And then there's the dehumanising lessons - where you regress to one simple word - moo. But you don't mind because you chose this. You want to be farmed for milk and fucked and bred. You can't remember your life before. You can't even remember your name. All you know is you must take cum whenever it's forced on you. All you know is udders, teats and mooooooooooo. This is your purpose in life. This is what you were born for. You wouldn't have it any other way. You're so grateful that we stopped farming cows.
