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I can’t believe you drove me to the beach. Really! It’s too much. But you know what? I’ve got to admit it. You were right. I did need a break from studying, and this is just perfect.

Sometimes you’re just so sweet. Seriously, you’re such a great friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re just… just…

*click*

… just such a great guy.. Honestly! You’re one of the good ones. There’s so many jerks out there — weirdos and pervs. But not you.

So… what do you think of my bikini?

*giggle*

I don’t usually wear these but… well… I thought that maybe you’d like it.

Anyways, my department’s honor society is having a formal gala at the end of the month and I was wondering if you’d… you know…. come with me? As my date?

Really? You will! Oh wonderful! I can’t wait…

*click*

Chyah! I’ve never been before, but the senior girls in my sorority say its, like, totes the hottest party of the year. Fer. Sure.

Sooo, I dunno what the theme is gonna be yet, but I heard they’re deciding between either Slutty Schoolgirl or Hollywood Hos. Oh, and they do this ice luge shot thing that gets you 100 percent wastey-faced. Oh-em-gee!

Anyways, that’s on Saturday. But I’ve gotta head back soon. I told my roommates that we’d spend a night watching the Bachelorette, and you know I can’t disappoint my girls.

*click*

Like I said, my girls never disappoint. Enjoying the view, stud?

*unf*

Stare all you like now, but I expect you to touch ‘em, too. Seriously, getting a hotel room was such a great idea. I fuckin’ swear if you don’t break that bed pounding me, I’m going to be disappointed.

…

What? You want me to call you what? Well why would I say…

*click*

You’re the greatest hubby in the world!

I don’t know how you knew I needed a vacation, but you knew. Unf! I just love lying on the beach with you sweetie. And ya know, I think my man deserves a reward, too.

So how about this? I go and great ready for our romantic dinner — I promise you’ll love my little red dress — we have too much wine, and then we come back to the hotel room where you can…

Fuck my stupid whore face!

Please!

Please Daddy I need it! I need your dick in me. I need your cock in my throat!

I’m just a dumb little slut!

Fuck meeee!

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misseviehyde

GEN-Z GENIE

Mark Harrison had tried everything.

He'd spoken to the dean. He'd emailed professors. He'd even—God help him—lurked outside his daughter's lecture hall like some kind of helicopter parent cliché, just to confirm she was actually showing up.^1^ She was. Barely.

Emma was falling apart. His sweet, bookish girl had lost weight, lost sleep, lost that spark in her eyes. The texts from the group chat—when she accidentally left her phone unlocked—made his stomach turn. Loser. Weirdo. Kill yourself.

He found the app at 2 AM, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while Emma cried softly in the next room.

GEN-Z GENIE—the icon was a pink lamp with a duck-lip emoji. It hadn't been there before. He hadn't downloaded it.

"What the hell…" He tapped.

The screen exploded with pink smoke and glitter. A figure materialised—sitting cross-legged, floating above his bed, chewing gum with her mouth open.

She was maybe twenty. Bleach-blonde ponytail. Crop top reading GOD'S FAVOURITE. Leggings. AirPods dangling. Bored eyes rolling so hard they nearly got stuck.

"Ugh. Another old person?" She popped her gum. "I'm the Gen-Z Genie. One wish. Let's make this quick, I have a TikTok draft to finish."

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February Winters/Public Sex Ao3 Link

February Winters didn't have time to deal with nuisances. She was far too important of a woman to have to deal with annoying people who acted entitled to her time.

"Do you have any idea who you're speaking to?" February scoffed at the man who had stopped her on the sidewalk, "It's not wise to cross me. Now back off or you'll come to deeply regret whatever this is meant to be."

"Relax, lady, it'll only be a moment of your time," he replied, as he held a device up and a light flashed in her face.

"Did you not hear me? Get your cock out now if you don't want to regret it. February Winters gets what she wants," February growled. The nerve of some men. She just needed to scratch an itch and yet he insisted on wasting her time by fiddling around with some device of his.

Luckily, he soon started undoing his pants, and February slipped to her knees, "See? Was that so hard?"

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pinkofatom

It had been another stressful week.

Not the dramatic kind of stress that exploded all at once. Worse than that. The slow grinding kind. The kind that tightened behind my eyes day after day until even small decisions felt exhausting. Every email at work carried some new urgency. Every meeting somehow created three more meetings. By Friday evening my thoughts felt stretched thin, pulled taut like rubber ready to snap.

I dropped onto the couch with a long breath and rubbed my face hard enough to leave my skin aching.

Silence filled the apartment.

Empty silence.

The sort that let all the unfinished thoughts crawl back in the moment distractions disappeared.

I didn't want to think anymore.

That realization hit me with uncomfortable honesty.

Not forever. Not dramatically. I just wanted a few hours where my brain stopped grinding itself apart over deadlines and expectations and all the little anxieties that refused to stay quiet.

So I did what I always did.

I opened my socials.

My thumb drifted lazily across the screen while half-formed posts and looping videos blurred together without really registering. Vacation pictures. Political outrage. Someone showing off homemade desserts. Meaningless noise scrolling endlessly upward.

Exactly what I needed.

Then I saw the gif.

At first I almost scrolled past it.

The image itself was provocative: two girls bouncing up and down, their hips grinding down. Their expressions empty, eyes rolled back, mouths open, before they kissed. Not chaste, but the start of something very intimate.

But the text across it made my thumb stop cold.

'Give up on thinking.'

I stared at the words. Not just for a moment. Not even a few seconds. My thumb went still and I stared at them. I couldn't say for how long.

I felt empty.

'Give up on thinking.'

Thoughtless. Empty.

A small, quiet, almost silent voice in my mind whispered that something was wrong.

'Give up on thinking.'

But I ignored it. And soon it was gone. And there was nothing.

And it felt wonderful.

My muscles unclenched. The tension behind my eyes faded. A smile tugged my lips upward.

The world felt simpler.

Empty. But simple.

I stared at the words. They filled my vision and left nothing else behind. No more worries about the week that had just passed. Or the one that would come. Nothing else. Just those four words.

I felt like I should keep moving.

But not in the usual way.

I'd spent so long pushing and working. Now my body felt restless in a way that my mind couldn't remember. Not truly. I felt an ache between my thighs that slowly started to fill my mind. I needed something to relieve it.

The gif looped.

I rose from the couch and moved towards my bedroom. My pace was slow. My steps felt uncertain. It felt wrong. Skin prickled beneath my business clothes. My body wanted something else.

I opened my closet door. The full length mirror on the other side showed my reflection. But it wasn't right.

A blue blazer that matched my pencil skirt. A white blouse buttoned almost to my throat. Blonde hair pulled back in a bun. Conservative and proper.

Nothing like the girls in the gif. I looked like a deep thinker. Like I wanted to be anything except empty.

That wouldn't do.

I pulled off my clothes, piece by piece, until nothing remained. My reflection shifted as my hair fell from its bun and loose brown waves tumbled across my shoulders.

My hands explored the curves that appeared.

My skin felt warm beneath my palms. A gentle caress against my stomach. The soft pressure against the sides of my breasts. Fingertips glancing my thighs.

I still didn't feel like the girls in the gif.

I needed to be empty like them. No thoughts should pass through my brain.

My hands rummaged through the wardrobe until they found an outfit I hadn't worn for a long time.

I pulled on the tight black skirt and the tiny black crop-top. Both stretched and strained. They pushed up my bust while showing plenty of cleavage and letting the natural sway return to my curves. My ass felt almost exposed. The skirt rode up high, tight against the cleft, and a quick look over my shoulder showed how little the cloth really covered. My fingers pulled on a choker collar and a pair of black stockings.

My body felt better. Less restricted. More sensitive. Even the lightest brush of fabric against my skin sent tingles running up my spine.

It filled my mind with a pleasant fog of lust. Nothing as complex or annoying as a full thought. Just a growing need that demanded more.

I returned to the living room.

My hips swayed with each step.

The motion made my body bounce and jiggle in ways that would have made me blush if my cheeks weren't already burning. Instead I kept going, the motion hypnotic. It made the growing warmth in my belly feel like it spread through the rest of me.

I returned to the image.

The words.

The girls.

I wanted to be empty. Thoughtless. Just like them.

I sat on the couch and let the gif fill my vision again.

My hips ground against the couch. My skirt rode up, revealing more of my ass and pussy. Not that it really covered much to begin with.

The image looped.

I wanted to follow it. I needed to follow it.

My body bounced in time to the loop. Up and down. My ass pressed harder into the cushions with each descent.

The pace felt familiar.

Natural.

Right.

Thoughts vanished beneath the fog of growing pleasure.

A moan spilled from my lips, quiet and needy.

My mouth fell slack and open. My tongue slipped past parted lips as my breath came faster.

The words filled my vision and I read them again. Over and over. A constant mantra. Each loop of the gif let them imprint deeper.

'Give up on thinking.'

My eyes rolled back as I gave myself over to the sensation.

I felt empty and wonderful and nothing more. I was nothing more.

Just another unthinking slut.

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April Winters/Reality Change Ao3 Link

April Winters knew she was, at the end of the day, the least important leader of the Winters crime empire, but she was one of the few people Autumn trusted nonetheless. In some ways, she was the one Autumn trusted the most, because she'd earned her way in. February was a leader because she was Autumn's wife, and Summer was one because she was February's sister. Sure, April was Summer's wife, but that had only come to be because April was working for the Winters, and she fell for Summer along the way. April was loyal to Autumn long before she became family.

So it was odd for her to not be informed about new operations they were getting up to, so it certainly shocked her to find one of their safe houses suddenly transformed into a club. But then she stepped inside, and knew something was deeply wrong.

Their safehouse had become a strip club, and the stripper working the stage was Summer…sure, opening a new club as a front made sense, but they wouldn't be the ones working as strippers…

But as she stood there looking at Summer…it shocked her less. It made sense. Summer was awfully hot, they'd make so much money by her being a stripper. And Summer had always wanted a job that was less stressful…

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Flash warning: fast video, you might have to watch it 4-5 times in order to read everything properly.

But that won’t be a problem for you, will it?

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Daisy Reyes/Body Writing Ao3 Link

Daisy Reyes had always had a bit of an ego. She deserved one. She was hot, and popular, so of course she held herself in high regard. And anybody she felt was beneath her deserved to know it.

So when a nerdy guy walked up to her at the public park, she was quick to tell him to buzz off. He was going on about some weirdo invention of his and she found him boring so imcredibly quickly. Men bored her in general, honestly, but she could put up with the hot ones being boring. Scrawny ones? Not so much.

But he insisted she'd be interested in his invention if she just let him show it off. It was always the most boring guys that felt like they were entitled to her attention, wasn't it?

"Don't touch me you creep!" Daisy gasped, as he grabbed her arm and wrote something on it with a marker, "What the fuck do you…"

But she trailed off as she looked at the word now written on her arm.

Obedient.

Sometimes Daisy hated how obedient she was by default. She had a tough time standing up for herself…always deferring to others, even when she didn't really want to.

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Flora Bishop/Stage Hypnotist Ao3 Link

Flora Bishop always liked to go see magic shows if they were around when she visited mainland. Being a real witch herself, it was always amusing to see what passed as magic to mortals.

Stage hypnotists were even more entertaining. There were real ways to take control of another person's mind, and these entertainers were not even close to figuring it out yet.

The hypnotist's eyes locked onto Flora when he was looking for volunteers, and he asked for her to come up on stage. She supposed she looked the part of a suggestible young woman, so it made sense. She was around 100 years old, but only looked about 20 to mortals.

She hadn't even put her hand up to volunteer, but if he insisted on making a fool of himself, she was willing to help him.

"Thank you for being my helper. Do you believe in hypnosis, miss…?" the hypnotist asked.

"I don't think you're capable of hypnotizing people," Flora replied simply, "It's definitely real, but it's…above your pay grade. And my name is Flora."

"Well, Flora, I'll try not to be too offended by that comment. Just do me a favour and focus on the watch, okay?" he replied, as he dangled a stopwatch in front of her face, and started to swing it back and forth. She kept her eyes on it as he asked, already very bored.

And being bored made her tired.

So sleepy…

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hypnoswriter

No Reason to Flee

Another story from Patreon. If you enjoy hypno-kink fiction check it out and consider supporting me.

thesympatheticdevil

Subjective Concerns

“Hello Subject 642! I understand you have some concerns?” the man in the suit said.

“I have a name!” Subject 642 declared.

“Of course you do, 642! But names and pronouns tend to get confusing here at the testing facility, so we find subject numbers and ‘its’ tend to work better until the drug trials are complete.”

“But I don’t want to be in the drug trial anymore!” 642 objected. “I want my cock back!”

“Now that’s really kind of subjective, isn’t it 642?” he asked.

“I…. what?” 642 asked, "I’m confused.“

“That’s good!” he ssid. “It’s further proof the trial is working! But let me see ic I can explain. Words like ‘i’ and 'my’ indicate a subjective concern, and since you’re admittedly confused, your subjective opinions are suspect. So to know what’s true, we need to step back and ask what’s true regardless of 'your’ opinion.”

“Huh?” 642 asked.

“I mean, rather than considering if 'you’ want 'your’ cock back, we should instead be asking if cocks are objectively good,” he clarified.

“If cocks are objectively good…” 642 said, more confused than ever.

“If you weren’t you, would you still want 'your’ cock?” he pressed.

“I…yes?" 642 said.

"Ah! Now we’re making progress!” he said. “So regardless of ownership, you would want this cock that, for the sake of argument, we’ll tentatively call yours, but objectively could be assigned to anyone.”

“ I…I think so…” 642 agreed. “I’m so confused.”

“Yes, subjectively you’re confused,” he agreed. “But objectively, cocks are good.”

“Objectively, cocks are good…” 642 said, and the lights in the room flickerd pink for a moment.

“What…what just happened?” 642 asked.

“We just decided that cocks are objectively good,” he said, and the lights flickered again. “Doesn’t it feel good to understand that?”

“Cocks are objectively good,” 642 repeated, and the lights flickered, and it did feel good. Very, very good!

“Long, hard cocks are good,” the man said and the lights flickered.

“Long, hard cocks are good!” 642 agreed.

The lights flickered for much longer this time. 642’s new clitoris, which had appeared sometime the night before, tingled in time with the flicker.

642 started panting. It felt do good! It was so good to know something when the rest of the world was so confusing!

“Long, hard cocks are good!” 642 shouted as soon as the flicker stopped.

“It’s okay to touch yourself when thinking about long, hard cocks, 642,” the man told 642. “It’s good.”

“It’s good!” 642 agreed, fingeriing its clit and mauling its left tit. “Long, hard cocks are good! Long, hard cocks are good!!”

642 shuddered as its changing body thrilled and its brain whimpered in futility.

“Cocks are happy, happy things,” the man told 642.

“Cocks are happy, happy things!” 642 agreed.

642 lost track of times the lights had flickered or how many ways the man the man had explained that cocks were objectively good. But eventually the man reminded 642 that it was time for a dosage. 642 vaguely remembered not wanting to take more of the drugs earlier, but it was hard to remember why. It was hard to think about anything but cocks. Hard cocks were easy to think about and that was good so that’s what 642 thought about as the man provided the pink capsules and 642 swallowed them.

“I’m so glad you’ll be continuing with the drug trial, 642,” the man said as the feeling of docile contentment spread through 642 in the way that had become very familiar over the past few days.

“That’s nice….” 642 said as everything became nice.

“And as a reward for continuing, I have a special treat,” he said.

642’s eyes went wide as a long, hard cock appeared.

“Long, hard cocks are good and happy!” 642 said in awe.

“Objectively so,” the man agreed. “And I’m going to put this one inside of you, 642. Is that good?”

“Very good!” 642 shouted, trembling with anticipation.

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growth-opportunities

Where do you think would be the worst place to experience sudden breast growth?

This is going to seem oddly specific, but the one that comes to mind for this ask is the board room.

I mean, just picture it. You're a woman in a male-dominated field. The last decade of your life has been spent putting nose to grindstone for days at a time. Weekends, holidays, and vacations are for other people. You've got ladders to climb and ceilings to break. All that hard work has led you here, sitting in on your first executive leadership meeting.

The C-suite takes turns giving their rundown on the last quarter and projections for the next. All the while, you're trying to be subtle as you adjust your shirt and tug on the straps of your bra. You can't make a scene, not at your very first one, and you can't leave, no matter how urgent it gets. You've worked so hard for this opportunity; you can't let it go to waste! Your body, however, has other plans.

You haven't taken a note in the last ten minutes. Instead, you're just squeezing the pen as tightly as you can, as if you're trying to get your breasts to stop growing by sheer force of will. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't work and your breasts continue to swell. The clasps behind your back click and creak as they're strained by your growing bust. Your shirt pulls tight over your tits, showing in great detail your bra and the way your swollen breasts bulge over the cups. Nervous sweat trickles down the side of your face, rolling over your neck, before winding its way down into your cleavage. You allowed yourself one undone button, just to get the air flowing, but now you're keenly aware of how your boobs feel and the pressure pushing them outwards.

You've gone up at least three or four cup sizes so far and they show no signs of stopping. You glance at the clock. Ten minutes to go. You can hold out. You can do it. You can—

Ping!

Waves ripples across your breasts as the pressure is relieved. One of the buttons pops and shoots out, clattering against the table in front of you. You freeze in embarrassment, suddenly feeling eyes swiveling towards you. Your fight or flight response shuts down. All you can do is pray it doesn't get any worse. You start to rethink your belief in a higher power as your boss, one of the senior VPs asks if you're alright. You try to give him your most reassuring thumbs up and smile. It doesn't last.

Ping!

Another button lost, this time arcing through the air and landing on the far side of the table. The remaining buttons fail in rapid succession, not designed to bear the weight of your huge and growing breasts. The meeting stops and everyone stares. Blush blooms from the top of your head all the way down to your chest, turning everything in between pink. You awkwardly try to stand, stammering out an impossible apology. You need to run. You need to leave. You have to get out of there before it's too late!

Too late happens to be a lot sooner than you thought as, the moment you stand up, your breasts lift off the table. The new weight strains the clasps on your bra, breaking them and letting your huge tits flop free. You scream and moan in equal measure and now there's no avoiding it. Every eye is on you, every person that you worked so hard to take from Superior to Colleague now gawking at you as you swell and grow. Everything you worked so hard for is immediately undermined by your impossibly swelling breasts. It would be easier to manage if it didn't feel so fucking good, if your massive and growing tits weren't so sensitive. You try to lift them off the table, but your arms sink into the doughy flesh and you howl out a moan. Growing here, growing now, is not just inconvenient but devastating. You can never go back. You can only grow.

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"Tell me how you feel about being brainwashed"

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I love being brainwashed

"Very good. Again"

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

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I love being brainwashed

stillvathek

Be porn, suck cock.

It's really simple. There's no trick to it. It's super easy so even the dumbest of girls (like you) can follow it without getting too confused. It's so easy!

Be porn, suck cock.

You've watched porn. You've seen what the girls do in it. You know what you need to do! The sounds to make, how to move. You won't be as good as them right away but that's fine - practise makes you perfect, and practising this will be fun!

Be porn, suck cock.

Maybe you're worried. Maybe you're worried you'll look stupid or people won't take your seriously or whatever. Don't be! Because you will! You'll look stupid and no-one will take you seriously! But that's the whole point. Right now you just think you don't want that, but that's just because you're all mixed up and turned around. You do want that!

Be porn, suck cock.

It'll feel new. It'll feel different. But it won't feel bad. And once you get over how new and different it feels you'll realise that it feels good. That you want to feel it more. That letting yourself sink to your knees and sink below being taken seriously is like a weight being lifted. Down on your knees with your mouth full everything is easier. With his hand patting your head all of those things you were worried about before seem so far away. Safer down there. Happier.

Be porn, suck cock.

Be a slut, be a doll, be empty, be mindless. Just let yourself switch off and let your needy cunt guide you. You don't need your brain for this - you don't want your brain for this! Switch off. Focus. Good girl.

Be porn, suck cock.

It's really very simple.

growth-opportunities

girlfriend cursed me to siphon some of my height into her tits every time she caught me ogling them but it's getting to the point where they're the only thing I can look at....

The curse started out just as a way to tease you. You got so cute when you were flustered and the ability to steal a bit of your height whenever your eyes lingered on her bust made it even easier for her to fluster you, arching her back as they swelled bigger. She could tell when a glance lasted a bit too long as she felt her shirt and her bra get tight, which added even more fun to the mix.

As she got bigger, though, adding cup sizes and draining away your height, she made two realizations:

You got cuter and easier to fluster as you got smaller; and

the bigger she grew, the harder it was for you to look away.

Excitement and arousal coursed through her as she grew bigger and you shrank smaller. Pleasure acted as positive reinforcement, encouraging her to push it further and further. She started intentionally wearing her old bras, loving the way her growing breasts bulged out of the cups and underneath the band. Her wardrobe shifted, making sure to show off her boobs whenever possible, knowing that you'd find her swelling tits irresistible with just a hint of cleavage.

Her new tactics worked. Showing off her boobs made it so much easier for you to gawk at them, which, in turn, stole inch after inch of your height to make them even larger. Going without a bra made it even worse, their constant wobbling and their obscene outline through her clothes an irresistible draw. Your shifting perspective didn't help you, either, as they seemed even smaller from your diminishing point of view.

Your girlfriend insists that the first time was genuinely an accident. She really did trip! You being in front of her and directly in her falling path was purely bad luck. When the two of you hit the ground, your entire head was perfectly nestled between her boobs. There was nowhere to look that wasn't her tits and the curse went into overdrive, shrinking you underneath her and expanding her breasts around you. She had swollen up three whole cup sizes before she pulled you out, in awe of just how small you had become. You swallowed at the sight of her biting her lip, not knowing for sure and yet knowing exactly what was running through her mind. At some point, when you're small enough, you know that she's going to tuck your entire body between her tits and you'll simply have to hope that she pulls you out before you're too small for her to find.

stillvathek

She was reading, and so didn't notice him coming up until he took the book out of her hands, saved her place, and put it to one side. It happened so fast she blinked.

"Hello to you too?" She asked, mildly annoyed, mostly instantly heating up from the look he was giving her.

"Kneel," he said.

She was on her knees before her brain could even properly register the word.

"We gonna talk about this?"

"Dolls don't speak. Top off."

She would have said something, but dolls don't speak and now all her words were gone - he'd taken them again. Her top hit the floor and she, breathless now, looked up at him. The look he gave her back let her know she had to put her knees apart, her hands behind her back, and her chest out.

He smiled. She nearly melted.

Today was not a day for him teasing her, this was clear. This was a day when he had something in mind, and she had a pretty good idea what. He took his cock out, he pressed her tits together, and he slid it up between them.

"Tongue out. Drool."

She obeyed. No thinking needed.

Without permission or direct orders to do anything else she just stayed there, kneeling, drooling. Soft and silent and inert as he fucked her tits, used her to get off. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and she groaned and the drool flowed faster and he fucked faster and squashed her tits in tighter and then went stiff.

Cum and drool covered her chest, dribbled down between her tits as he stepped away. He pushed his cock into her mouth and she sucked him clean like she knew she was meant to and then he put himself away again.

He gave her a kiss on the head.

"Good girl. You can have your words back," he said before walking off again.

She had them back, but couldn't really put any together for a minute or so, and by that time he was out of earshot. Dazed, staring at nothing, she ran a finger up through the mess and licked it clean with a shiver.

She'd have to start that page from the beginning again. Totally lost her train of thought.

fishalivecaps2

The fight had been disappointing, though she knew she should be above such thoughts. She tried not to sigh as she picked up the last conscious henchman and hurled him at the closed double doors in front of her.

These people were monsters but not the kind she could slay with a sword or beat with her fists until her righteous rage was satisfied. They trafficked in human misery, kidnapping victims to order, selling them to other monsters who would pay but didn't want to dirty their hands.

She strode through the doors and around the groaning body on the floor, her boots crunching splinters of plywood. The mastermind of it all was standing there, casually gazing out of the window.

If she had been thinking clearly, she would have found it suspicious.

"It's over," she said, stopping in the middle of the room and glaring at the back of his head. "Come quietly and no one else needs to get hurt."

"Ah, Wonder Woman." He spoke without turning around. "I was just admiring the view. The gardens look nicer without all the injured thugs lying in the shrubbery but I'm sure we'll get that tidied up soon enough."

She refused to rise to the bait. "You're going to tell me where you've sent every woman you took and then I'm going to toss you in a cell to rot for the rest of your miserable life."

"Now, why would you want to do a thing like that?" He turned and looked straight at her.

She blinked.

Why would she want to do that? There was a reason. A good reason. She was certain. She just couldn't quite remember what it was.

"Because... I..."

"Come closer, Diana." He beckoned her over towards the window. "I can call you Diana, can't I?"

"Yes..." she mumbled. Of course he could. All her friends called her Diana. He was a friend. Following his command, she walked to his side.

"Good girl," he said. "I've been inside your head since the moment you leapt the perimeter wall but having you close makes it so much easier."

Diana smiled as she gazed into his eyes. She wanted to make things easy for this wonderful man.

"Though it's a pity I didn't get you under control before you made such a mess of the place." He gestured at the doors hanging on their hinges and the highly-trained mercenary struggling to get to his feet.

"I'm sorry about that," said the heroine, dreamily. "I'll clean it all up."

He laughed. "Oh, don't worry. I have people for that. And I have far grander plans for you."

The mention of plans sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Her legs suddenly felt weak and she began to sink to her knees, looking up at him like a lovesick schoolgirl.

Whatever he needed from her, she would give. All she wanted was to make him happy.

He reached down, gently running a hand across her cheek. She nuzzled at it.

Then he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her in the direction of the stairs.

"At least your little rampage left the bedroom intact. This way, slut."

"Yes, darling," she mewled.

Her fellow victims utterly forgotten, the Princess of the Amazons crawled eagerly behind her new master.

lexxiesbimbowriting

Relaxing a goth

Going to steal this from @pinkofatom and include content warnings/tags in the beginning: bimbofication, gimbofication, IQ reduction, slutification

models: Juliette Michelle, Avalon Foxx

written in: 2025

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"Girl, you have no idea how tired of uni I am!", A girl in a skimpy black outfit complained "Here I am, on my favorite day of the year, and yet I'm still worrying about midterms".

"Hm… I think I may have something to help!" A cheerful, blonde girl replied, reaching for her bag "Here, drink this. I take a sip before every party I go to, totally helps with the stress".

The goth girl took a glance at the pink, slightly fluorescent fluid her friend was holding. Without any restrained, she leaped toward it and started chugging from it.

"Hey, hey, HEY!" The blonde shouted, snatching the half-empty bottle from her hands "You're not supposed to drink that much! It's totally gonna be stronger and act longer!"

"But you… you said it'd help me relax!"

"Yeah! By making you horny and stupid! I took a sip and I can't stop staring at your tits girl!"

"So… what's" hiccup "Like, what's going to happen now?"

hiccup

Suddenly, she felt much calmer about the whole thing. Her mind slowed down, the anxiety dissipated.

hiccup

Her mind simplified further, thinking felt like walking through mud. Each of her thoughts were being encased by a thick, black fog, always just out of reach.

"Are you okay?"

hiccup "Um… uh-uh… Totes. I feel awesum…" The blonde stared at her friend with curiosity. She never allowed herself to drink more than a sip or two of the liquid. It looked fun.

hiccup

As her mind came to a screeching halt, a new feeling emerged. Rising and rising, encompassing her entire body - lust.

hiccup

She looked her friend up and down. Ever inch of her being was on fire and this cute little blonde was the closest things with arms and legs. She had no idea just how hornily she was eyeing the blonde.

hiccup

The fire burned stronger and stronger, the blaze consuming her entire existence. Her tits suddenly erupted into gigantic proportions, with the rest of her body following suit. They burned even more now. She needed to be touched, she needed to be fucked, she needed to…

"Oh wow, this is so cool! You look irresistible, y'know?" The blonde leaned in for a kiss, as her bimbofied goth friend approached her. With a lust behind her eyes that escaped human comprehension, she grabbed the bottle from the floor and poured its remaining content's down the blonde's throat.

She did not resist.

"Mmmmm…", the blonde moaned, as her goth friend held up her chin and poured the liquid down her throat, not once breaking eye contact. Her body was on fire, her fantasies, long held at bay, were becoming reality. She was ready to jump at the goth the second her face was released from her vice grip - and it wasn't the concoction's doing. She trembled at the idea of how horny and sexed up she was going to be in a few minutes.

As the bottle emptied, the goth ran her hands around the blonde's body, delicately caressing her waist, mildly scratching her back. As she swallowed the final drop, she pushed the blonde's lips towards her own and, while holding the the back of her head, melted into the most explosive kiss she's ever experienced.

The goth let her hand go and the blonde slowly pulled away from her face, their eyes still glued to each other, competing to see which ones would say "fuck me" more convincingly. "You ready?", the goth asked, exhaling heavily, and grabbing her friend's ass.

hiccup

She didn't get to answer the question. A flash and a bang in her mind. It was empty. Her gaze went blank. Slowly, the feeling subsided, as light slowly returned to her eyes, much dimmer than before. "Gosh, this feels so right~".

"I know, right-", the goth girl attempted to answer, but was interrupted by her barely-existant top being practically ripped from her chest, freeing her spherical tits from their confinement. She was about to start groping and kissing them when-

hiccup

Another explosion went off in her mind, stopping her in her tracks. Seeing that her increasingly stupid friend needed a little help, the goth pushed her head into her gigantic tits. The blonde started sucking and kissing them on autopilot. Small explosions kept going off in her mind with each movement of her lips. Her entire being was lit ablaze and as the fire raged, each lick stoking the flames more and more, everything but the most primal need to fuck burned into ash.

She stopped worshipping her lover's tits for a second and looked up at her eyes. If her eyes were inviting before, now they emanated the lustful flame from within her, with nothing else in her mind to stop it from burning hotter and hotter.

hiccup

The goth giggled. "I think you, uh, like, had a little more than, like, I did…". The blonde nodded vacantly, panting loudly as she did. "Can't speak, doll?", she asked, pretending to be concerned, "don't worry, we can put that mouth of yours to totally better use".

She pushed the blonde's head down, as she fell on her knees. God, it felt so good to be down on her knees. Without any further suggestions, she started teasing the goth's pussy through her thong, licking her inner thighs, moving up, closer and closer to her clit, only to stop just short of reaching it - starting again on the other side.

Neither of them noticed as the blonde's lips doubled-, tripled-, no, quadrupled in size, as her tongue grew longer and more flexible, and as her hair turned from honey into platinum. The goth just pushed her dolled-up face into the right spot, sick of her lover's teasing. She needed to come.

hiccup

The platinum blonde dedicated her entire being to eating the goth out, her tongue first slowly circling around clit, then moving up and down, speeding up steadily, until she settled on a pace that made the goth quiver. Although it would be hard to keep steady, as she moaned again and again, her tongue bringing her more pleasure than her clit ever had before.

They built towards their orgasms quickly, each lick bringing both of them closer to a release that would satisfy neither of them. Each lick also pumped her tits bigger and bigger, as they grew bigger and bigger, rounder and rounder.

Then, the fire reached its limit, becoming so hot it'd have been blue. Both of them came at once, as the blonde's tits and lips exploded in size even more. Then they came again, there was another flash and bang in her mind. And then again, yet the fire didn't get any less hot. And then again, and again, and again…

Yet the flame would burn on, hotter and hotter.

...

The blonde and the goth woke up on the floor, their eyes - locked, they expressions - confused.

"Um… your tits are still totally huge", the blonde stated blankly, "like… a bit smaller than last night but still waaay big".

"I'm not complaining, they're totally hot", the goth replied, very satisfied with her new body.

"Yeah but, like, this was supposed to totally be, um, tem-po-ra-ry… we've got uni and work and stuff".

"Hey, you're not a complete idiot like yesterday, like you can talk now, y'know. You'll manage! Especially with these tits and lips!". The fire between the blonde's legs got started again from being called an idiot. Gosh, why was this hot to her!?

"Uh… uh-uh. Right. Maybe it will, like, wear off more?", the blonde replied, with a sad tone in her voice.

"Ugh, that'd totally suck. I mean look at me! Who wouldn't want to fuck me! I'd fuck myself right now, if I could!" The blonde giggled in response, "well, I'm, like, not stopping you… but how about you fuck me instead?". A shiver went through the goth's body. They fucked for hours last night - her body was… so sore. But… "You know I can't refuse a bimbo with tits like these!".

Before she even knew, the goth was on top of her, caressing her entire body and kissing her gently, but passionately. The flame within her was burning again, simply from being called a "bimbo" and reduced to her tits. Gosh, she was so dumb!

It was totally awesome, though.

In the distance, the empty flask of the pink liquid laid on the floor. A small note on its bottom read:

WARNING: Refrain from engaging in excessive sexual activity in the 24 hours past the initial administration! Effects of the Pinklastic Pink-Drink will be both enhanced and extended by any-and-all sexual contact. Prolonged sexual activity may lead to a permanent side effects including, but not limited to: increased libido, increased breast tissue volume, breast tissue siliconization or salinization, decreased IQ, self-objectification, development of intelligence-related sexual paraphilia, erosion of original identity. In case of complete plastification, please contact the Pinklastic HQ.

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