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The Shattered Archive

I finally put together the whole of my work so far. I'm actually amazed I've done this much. All links should work, but please DM me if any aren't working.

Thanks so much for reading my stories!

8/1/26 Update:

Well, it happened. I have too many stories to link in a single post. So, I broke the archive up into two posts. Enjoy!

Archive Part 1 - Series and Serials

Archive Part 2 - One-Off Short Stories and Captions

[achillesinhighheels]

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So, I can't think of her name without remembering a stupid but hilarious recurring SNL skit called "Simmer Down Now" that once featured Tobey Maguire during his Spider-Man days. It's so dumb, but i laughed my ass off back then. Linking the video for those who dare hurt their brains.

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May the 4th be with you all and happy 19th anniversary to my wife who took half a decade to figure out our anniversary was Star Wars day, hahaha.

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So, I'm not a great head space these days.

I'm working OT every week to make ends meet for my wife and kids because the economy is out of control and my contract is ending soon, so I dont know if I'll be able to find a job immediately. I'm still fighting the debt from my last extended unemployment period.

I'm in constant shock and worry over friends and family both in Gaza and in Lebanon (I'm Lebanese American), and angry all the time that our government is not just complicit, but actively and enthusiastically funding genocide.

I'm fighting depression, insomnia, and the ever present pain from the damage in my back.

And I just found out that everything I've been doing to try and get healthier has caused my liver to get worse and gall stones to form from rapid weight loss.

I'm just... I just don't know what to do. Everything seems like Hell right now. I cant even write smut without feeling guilty that I might be promoting misogyny or worse when I'm just trying to enjoy kink.

Life is fucked, y'all.

I know nobody reads my IRL posts, but for anyone who did, thank you. Venting helps a little, even if I am just screaming into the Void.

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Oh good gods, Kristi fucking Noem's husband wants to be bimbofied?

I dont want him anywhere near our kink!

Why do these people try to ruin EVERYTHING?!

[failedyke-deactivated20260512]

The former gifted smart girl to dumb whore who posts pics of her tits online pipeline is so real

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And I love them all.

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IYKYK

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Erika and Lucy

CW: bimbofication, brainwashing, hypnosis,

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"Explain it again, Lucy," Erika said, folding her arms as she tried to reconcile the friend in front of her with the one she remembered from a month ago.

They were sitting in Lucy's apartment, afternoon light spilling across immaculate white furniture that had replaced the cozy chaos. Everything about the place felt curated now. Brighter, glossier, as if filtered through the same lens that had altered Lucy herself.

Lucy, who now insisted on being called 'Lulu', tilted her platinum head and giggled. The sound was lighter than Erika remembered, breathier. And worse, almost rehearsed.

"It's like, totally easy, Eri," she said.

Erika fought the instinct to flinch at the nickname. Lucy crossed her arms beneath her chest in an exaggerated gesture that drew attention to the artificial curves. The change wasn't subtle. Nothing about Lucy was subtle anymore.

"You just think with these," Lucy had continued airily, smiling as though that explained everything.

Erika stared. "That's not an explanation."

Lucy's gum snapped sharply between her teeth. The pop was loud in the quiet room, jarringly crisp. She beamed as if she had made a profound point.

"And when, like, a boring thought comes?" Lucy continued. "You smack the gum. And pop."

Another sharp crack echoed.

Erika felt a faint, uncomfortable pressure in her temples at the sound. Lucy leaned back into the couch, posture provocative. There was a gloss to her expression.

A month ago, Lucy had debated politics with Erika. Complained about deadlines. Rolled her eyes at influencers and self-help trends.

Now she giggled. Popped gum. Sounded like a parody of a person.

Erika's gaze drifted to the phone resting face-down on the coffee table. The pastel case was new. The little heart-shaped stickers too.

But Erika knew that inside that girlish innocence, hid a monstrosity. There were whispers about it online; A mind virus carried by a trending self-help app called 'Think Pink'.

"Look," she tried again, "you don't have to pretend for me."

Lucy pouted at her words. Erika couldn't stop noticing how much brighter the lipstick seemed today.

"Pretend what?" Lucy asked. "I'm like, super real."

The bubble she blew popped loudly. Erika's jaw tensed at the noise. Something about it was so visceral and jarring. The sound cut straight through her thoughts like a knife.

And the longer she spent in Lucy's company, the sharper it felt. Almost painful, as though a needle was piercing her temple. She closed her eyes and exhaled.

"Look," she began carefully, "I know you think that app helped you. But, Lucy, look at yourself."

Lucy looked down obediently. She smiled and cupped her own breast. Her expression turned dreamy, and she gave it a playful jiggle. Her body was far curvier than it had ever been.

"I like looking at myself," Lucy confessed in a breathy whisper. Her lips twitched into a sly smirk. "And Eri likes to look at Lulu too!"

Erika swallowed hard, trying not to look. Trying not to acknowledge the truth to the statement.

"You've changed so much," she continued, forcing herself to focus. "You can't think it's natural. Can't think it's good for you."

Lucy just blinked and looked back to her. She popped the gum again.

Erika winced at the noise, and Lucy's eyes brightened.

"Oh," Lucy breathed. She popped her gum again. "Eri totally feels the pops," she declared with glee.

The sound seemed to ricochet between them in the room. It made Erika's shoulders tighten, and Lucy giggled again, high and delighted.

"Don't," Erika snapped, rubbing her temples. "It's annoying."

"You like them," Lucy replied confidently. And popped another bubble. Erika felt a prickle of discomfort along her spine.

"Lucy," she started, but her friend interrupted her.

"Lu-Lu," Lucy corrected, popping the gum again. Erika's hand twitched as she suppressed the urge to snatch the gum from her friend.

"I'm not calling you that," Erika retorted. "I'm not playing along with this - this horrible app."

Lucy just laughed at that. She reached for her phone, fingers brushing lightly against the heart stickers.

"Let's like, ask the app," Lucy teased, flipping the phone over.

Erika caught sight of a pastel, looping animation. Pink clouds drifted across the screen, with the words 'Think Pink' written in a loopy, cutesy script. The sight made her skin crawl, but she forced herself to look at Lucy.

"Put the phone away, Lucy," she stated firmly. "I'm serious."

But Lucy was already typing, her manicured fingers flying across the screen with practiced speed.

"Lucy, I'm not kidding," Erika snapped. She stood, stepping towards her friend. "We're getting you help. You can't keep—"

Her voice cut off as Lucy suddenly lifted her head. Her blue eyes, unnaturally bright, were locked on Erika, and a strange, vacant smile played on her pink lips.

"Eri's being silly," Lucy cooed. Her tone was different, an unnatural edge of sugar coating each word. Her eyes were wide, almost glassy, and Erika felt her heart kick uncomfortably. Something wasn't right.

Erika's fingers tightened against her palms as she clenched her hands. Her skin crawled under the vacant stare.

She was about to snap again, to tell her friend to cut it out, but the app in Lucy's hand pulsed pink light in a sudden flash.

And as the light flooded her apartment, the strange pressure in Erika's temples returned. She felt her body sway and a warmth flood her skin.

And a loud pop ricocheted between them again. Lucy's lips quirked as the gum cracked sharply.

"Eri," Lucy sang, and her lips twisted into a teasing pout. "You're thinking boring things again. I know you're thinking, 'This app's so awful, it's so wrong.' You know that's a big, fat, naughty no-no, right?"

Her tone was almost mocking. The pounding in Erika's head increased.

"Lucy, what the —"

Another pop of the gum, louder than before, cut off Erika's question. Lucy's eyes sparkled as if she'd just played the most brilliant trick. She brought her index finger to her lips.

"Hush, Eri," she said. "Listen."

And Erika heard it. A barely audible rhythm. A quiet, repetitive sound that she hadn't noticed before.

"Lucy?" Erika said slowly. Her head felt foggy. Her temples throbbed in sync with the faint rhythm.

Lucy tapped her lips with a finger. "Shh," she whispered again, leaning close. "Think pink."

The phrase tickled Erika's mind. It sounded absurd, but any other thought was interrupted by a loud pop. Lucy's breath fanned over Erika's face.

The rhythm grew louder, and Lucy smiled. She tilted her head towards the phone screen.

"You're supposed to like, totally be focusing," Lucy whispered, her breath ghosting across Erika's cheek. "Eri wants to focus. Eri wants to like, listen."

The words seeped into Erika's mind like syrup, thick and cloying.

"Eri is like Lulu. She feels warm. She feels safe," Lucy continued. Her words rolled over Erika, each one punctuated by that strange rhythmic sound and her pounding heart. "She's starting to think — pink."

Erika could feel something happening, her body relaxing, her head swimming. Pink illuminated everything. Gum popped in a tantalizing rhythm.

"Stop," she tried to say, but the word came out weak, breathy.

Lucy just smiled wider and leaned closer.

The light from the app danced in Lucy's eyes, and the sound of the app was growing louder. It seemed to fill the room now. The throbbing in Erika's head was getting worse, but it had a new quality: a seductive rhythm.

"Listen," Lucy said, and the sound became clearer, a woman's voice murmuring in soft, hypnotic tones.

"Listen," Lucy repeated, and her lips were so close, the sound was in her ears, and she was listening, even though she knew she shouldn't, and Lucy whispered again, "Think pink," and Erika could see the color now, everywhere, suffusing Lucy's apartment and the light and the walls, and her mind.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Each burst of the bubblegum felt like an electric pulse. Her core throbbed, echoing the beat in her mind.

Her legs felt weak. She couldn't move, couldn't look away from the swirling pink that engulfed everything. Her skin tingled, and the pounding in her head felt distant now, replaced by a different sensation, one she couldn't quite place.

"Lulu?" Erika whispered, the word was more breath than sound.

Lucy giggled, the sound as pink as everything else.

"Eri is thinking," she said, popping her gum again, and the sharp noise made Erika's thoughts scatter. "But toys only think pink. Pink, pink, pink. It's so simple, and so nice, isn't it?"

Eri shivered. She wanted to say no, to fight the warm fuzz in her head and the pulsating rhythm in her body, but Lucy was looking at her, and the sound from the app was so loud, and it was all — all pink.

And the voice was there too. So soft, so seductive.

"Let go," it whispered, the rhythm of its speech almost like a lullaby.

"Let go and be a toy. Only feel joy."

Lulu smiled, and it was all so nice and simple. Eri's lips twitched. She felt heavy, but in a pleasant way. As though her body had merged with the pink light. Her skin tingled, her heartbeat slowed.

The voice cooed, "You are a toy. You bring joy."

And Eri believed it. The world seemed to fade away, except for the light and Lulu and the sweet, mind numbing pops.

"A toy has no worries, no pain. A toy feels no shame."

Eri nodded slowly, a dreamy smile tugging at her lips.

"Toys bring joy, toys are safe. They need no help to think pink."

Eri felt a shiver run through her, a warmth building deep in her core. Lulu giggled and popped her gum again, and Eri's body jolted at the sound, heat pooling between her legs.

The voice from the app whispered on, and Lulu leaned in closer, her breath hot against Eri's ear. "A toy doesn't question, it just obeys. It lives to serve and please, always eager and willing. Toys want to be used. Toys need to be filled."

Lulu's hand trailed down Eri's chest, her fingers teasing at her breasts, before slipping lower to cup Eri's sex. "A toy is always wet and ready," she whispered, rubbing gentle circles against Eri's clit.

"Wet and ready," Eri echoed breathlessly, her hips jerking forward.

"And a toy," the voice from the app continued, "never says no." It was so warm in Eri's head, the voice so comforting and persuasive. "Say yes, and feel joy."

"Yes," Eri gasped, her back arching as Lulu slid a finger into her, pumping slowly. "Yes, joy."

Lulu giggled, the sound was pretty and pink. She slid her finger out, bringing it to Eri's lips. "Taste," she said, pressing the digit against Eri's mouth. "Taste the joy."

Eri parted her lips obediently, tasting herself on Lulu's finger. It was sweet, somehow, and it made her feel even warmer.

The voice kept talking, the words swirling in the pink, and Eri felt herself nodding along.

"Toys don't worry about right or wrong," the voice crooned, and Lulu echoed it. "Toys think pink and bring everyone joy."

Lulu's finger was still in Eri's mouth, pushing down gently on her tongue. Eri sucked it, moaning softly around the digit, and Lulu smiled. "Such a good toy," she praised, pulling her finger out and tapping Eri's lips lightly.

The smile on Eri's face stretched even farther.

"Good toys," the app praised. "Now it's time to sleep." The rhythm began to slow, the colors shifting into a soft pastel palette. Eri's eyes started to close, her breathing evening out.

Lulu leaned closer, brushing her lips against Eri's ear. "Night, night, Eri," she murmured. "Sweet dreams. When you wake up, you'll be a good little toy. And then we'll have lots of joy together." With that, she kissed her forehead gently before settling back on the sofa.

As Eri's eyes closed fully, only the joyful pink awaited.

Erika woke with a jolt. Her body ached from sleeping on Lucy's couch. She sat up, rubbing her face, trying to clear the fog in her mind. But a loud pop stopped her. Slowly she licked the gum from her lips and continued to chew.

The pop had felt so nice, so pleasant. She'd felt it everywhere, her body tingling, her core warm and wet.

Lulu was sitting across from her. Her friend looked so good. Better than ever. Her hair was perfectly styled. And the clothes were so cute. And those fake curves made Erika drool. She felt a shiver run through her, and the gum in her mouth popped again. She giggled.

It sounded so pink. Just like her thoughts.

[peachesperfection]

You’re right.

Big difference between the kind of men who want a little fuckdoll/plaything and have the personality and means, and those pathetic manchildren incels who talk about wanting a domestic housewife/slave, but aren’t willing to work hard enough or creative enough to be in the position to be the provider.

exactly this, if you want a house wife, you provide a house lmao. dolls don’t have worries, they’re just dolls.

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Real talk.

I sometimes had to work 2 or 3 jobs in the early days to make it happen, but I made sure my wife hasn't had to work since 2007.

She gets to be a housewife, rear the kids, and do her crafts & spells just like she wanted, and I get a feral bratty wife who let me keep knocking her up and whom I adore with my entire being.

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Saw this and thought of all you good girls out there and your poor put-upon mental health professionals.

[rpattrick-deactivated20251003]

It’s just a massage…

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Mandy didn't know that when Donna moved in as her roommate that her life would change forever.

Mandy didn't know that Donna laced every ounce of her food with growth hormones to fatten her tits and dulled her mind.

Mandy didn't know that Donna had replaced all her music playlists with subliminal replacements that implanted the seeds of bisexuality and submission.

Mandy didn't know that Donna's insistence on doing all the chores and bills were meant to make Mandy so dependent and helpless that she would do whatever Donna told her.

And now Mandy will never know because her whole purpose is to let Donna rub her tits and make her cum for a horde of horny men and women.

The only thing Mandy knows is that she's Donna's good girl, and that was enough.

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ohhh you have insomnia?? have you tried dad daughter fantasies????

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*nervous Daddy laugh*

.....yeah, guilty.

Helps me fall asleep sometimes.

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Fire Drill

The klaxon's shrill blast shattered the tranquility of the top floor of the office building that Belinda had recently moved to as the new head of HR for her company.

The 50-something woman sighed loudly and rose to evacuate her team from the building. She grumbled to herself as her head immediately began to pound at the sound. Rubbing her temples through her short, greying bob, she felt grateful that at least she'd dressed in a reasonably comfortable pantsuit and flats today. Belinda dumped her phone and keys into her sensible purse and began directing people towards the stairs.

The obnoxious electronic din felt like it was vibrating through her bones with every rhythmic emission, and the accompanying strobes dazzled her eyes, making it hard to think and see. But, Belinda still had the duty to evacuate her team to safety all the way down to the 1st floor parking lot. She stood at the door to the emergency stairs and waved through all her people. Finally, the last person entered the stairwell, and she did her obligatory round of the floor to ensure nobody was left behind.

Entering the stairwell herself, Belinda's eyes caught the bright and reflective sign indicating that she was on the 11th floor. She grimaced as she staried down the square gap between all those stairs and sighed heavily before beginning her descent. The sirens echoed across the spiraling concrete corridor, and the strobes continued to pulse. The executive figured that you'd think the building designers would at least keep these stairs distraction free while people had to clamber up and down, but apparently not.

Belinda took the first step and let gravity and momentum pull her slowly downward. Each flight had 4 sets of ten stairs clinging to the walls down to each floor. To her chagrin, she found yet another discomfort besides the headache and spots in her eyes. It was HOT. She was sweating before even reaching the next floor down.

10

Why, oh, why did she wear even these 1" office pumps Belinda mulled to herself as she passed the floor sign. Well, they did make her legs and butt look pretty decent in the stylish office capris. Even in her 40s, she still wanted to feel good about her looks. Every executive should look the part, even the assistant director, she reasoned. She continued to the next flight.

9

Gosh, it's SO HOT, Belinda thought. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and considered taking off the matchimg blazer. No, she couldn't do that. It matched the calf length skirt and hid her modest bust. As a middle manager, she knew she still had to keep it professional. Can't give the girls and boys too much eye candy.

Her 2" office pumps were a bit of an indulgence to her vanity, but nothing about her said unprofessional. Well, maybe the little bit of collagen she'd had put into her lips and the breast lift she'd had done for her 40th birthday. But she loved how her looked with a nice warm shade of lipstick and how her girls could fill out her bras properly now.

She trudged on.

8

It was so hard to think. The noise, the lights, the rhythmic pacing down the stairs. It was all so distracting, and Linda already found it hard to concentrate at times, which was why she was still only an office manager in her mid-30s. She was competent enough but just had that hint of ditz that kept her from moving up.

She wanted to rub the spots from her eyes, but that might smudge the stylish eyeliner and ruin the perfect eyelashes she had going on that day. Her puffy lips pouted at the inconvenience.

Regardless of her position, Linda still made enough to look good. Her open-toed heels matched her knee-length office skirt and cute little coat. She glanced down at the cleavage that threatened to peek out between the two open buttons of her blouse. Beads of sweat gently slid down between her boobs, dampening her simple white bra. She sighed again.

Another flight, here we go.

7

Linda fumed. This was ridiculous. Why did they even have these stupid drills? Everybody knew what do.

The lovely low-level manager scolded herself for wearing pantyhose today, but she really needed them in that just above the knee pencil skirt. It looked too good, and normally, she loved the feeling of the nylon rubbing against her legs. It excited her a little, which was why the dampness in her D-cups had a matching partner down below.

Maybe her manager was right that she worried too much about her looks, and not her job, but she was only 30, not dead. She could still be hot and a professional. There was plenty of time to hit the lofty goals she had set for herself before college.

Ugh, so hot!

She opened another button and kept going.

6

Linda was getting hotter and wetter.

The sexy office supervisor squeezed her legs together trying to ignore the heat building in her pussy. The last thing she wanted was to get in trouble with her boss for appearing to be a slut.

It wasn't her fault she had naturally large tits, a bug butt, and great legs. While it was true that she had a wild streak, she had gotten it together during college enough to graduate. Linda wanted to be a good girl, but her traitorous body still just felt too good all the time.

Get it together, you skank!, she admonished herself.

5

Lindy was so tired now.

She'd unbuttoned her tight blouse and just tied it in a knot, exposing her soft midrift. Her nylons continued to rub erotically against her thighs and over her thin underwear. Moisture threatened to escape with each step.

The resonant thump of her 4" chunk heels beat in time to the fire alarm, weakening her thoughts further, making her drift. Her head felt emptier, too, like the headache was killing braincells.

The HR admin knew her attire wasn't exactly proper, but they couldn't blame her. She was young and hot, she could get away with it while she got some of that sluttiness out of her system. Besides, the handsome executive in the corner office of her floor didnt seem to mind checking her out and winking.

Ugh, she was so wet. Why did she wear a thong today of all days!

4

What floor was she on again?

Oh, right, it's right their on the sign. Silly girl!

She licked her lips hungrily, thinking about this stop.

4th floor, copy boys, big muscles, and hard cocks!

Lindy had more than one fling with the studly interns down on four. As if they could help it after staring at her bouncy tits, wide hips, and long legs whenever she came down for "office supplies."

She ran a finger up the inside of her thighs, glistening slightly with sweat and pussy, and licked it, thinking of that handsome executive again. He was the prize she was after. That's what her MRS degree was for after all!

3

Lindi couldn't help swinging her wide hips and fat ass from side to side as she perfectly placed each 6" heeled foot down one in front of the other.

It had always been as if her body was built for sex, and she used it to get what she wanted from teachers, bosses, whoever. That's what silly dumb bimbos like her who drop out of college do in the world.

They look hawt and bang their way to the top!

Lindy was good at that. She knew it when she had seduced that sexy daddy-type exec into letting her blow him in the supply closet while talking to his wife on the phone.

It was all so delicious. Like, when we're these stairs gonna end?

2

The sexy, simple bimbo continued to strut her way down the stairs.

Cum from her lover on the top floor mixed with sweat dribbled down her legs, though she carefully wiped it up and sucked her fingers clean before it ruined her stockings.

Her OF account made plenty enough to buy the sluttiest designer clothing she could get, but she still had to keep up appearances. She was a dummy, but, like, the smart kinda dummy.

Lindy loved being her Daddy's mistress, but she knew she had to fuck him just the right way and look just the right way to steal the ring off his frigid bitch wife's finger.

She barely even noticed the klaxons and lights now. Her brain was so used to raves and clubs that it just didnt affect her at all.

Gawd, she wanted to fuck again. Last floor!

1

Lini, the barely literate slut finally got to the bottom floor.

She locked around dumbly for a moment. Her big fake tits bounced in the black lingerie that barely contained them underneath the cheap, long blazer she wore over a piece of clothing that could be generously described as a wide belt that did its best to hide her ever aroused cunt. The stockings and garters her Daddy loved rubbed against each other, sending fresh thrills through her empty brain to the oversaturated pleasure centers.

She was a walking office fuck doll. Her Daddy loved showing her off to his lackeys. There wasnt a soft cock or dry pussy in the building while Lini was around. Daddy even let her indulge her oral fixation, sucking off or eating out anyone she wanted.

But today. Daddy was gonna make it official! She was gonna be his personal property from now on! All she had to do was put an X on some papers.

When she spotted hum, Lini squealed loudly, stamping slightly like an excited puppy, somehow keeping balance atop her precariously high heels. Lini teetered over to him and laid a big kiss with her massive dick pillow lips. Daddy bought those for her last week. Everything was perfect.

And now thanks to the fire alarms, she was gonna get to fuck him in the car before signing herself into sexual slavery.

Best Fire Drill ever!

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Literally me when Ricky showed up last night.

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FUCK ICE

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Reblog this to ease the back pain of the person you reblogged it from

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I'm begging y'all, lol.

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