"Ditzy Dolittle's #1 Fan"
Content Warning(s): Femsub, Femdom, IQ Reduction, Bimbofication, Mind Control
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“That's gonna wrap it up for me tonight, chat. Ditzy has to go take a suuuuuper sudsy bubble bath before bed. Ditzy is going to miss all of you sooooooo much, but she'll be back tomorrow <3”
And with that last message, followed only by a few kisses blown to the camera from her puffy red lips and her smiling as the livestream faded out, Sharon was left with just as many questions as she had when the livestream began.
You see, Ditzy Dolittle is quite comfortably the #1 adult entertainer on the planet, wielding an army of millions of fans or “stans” across Twitter, Instagram, even private fan forums and Discord communities dedicated to her, and believed to be bringing in anywhere from 12 to 20 million dollars per year. Ditzy was about as beautiful and sexy as any woman could be: platinum blonde hair that somehow was always moving like a gentle breeze was dancing through it, even when there was no breeze in a stagnant room, deep blue eyes that looked like they were meticulously carved and filed down out of pieces of sapphire, and a light caramel tan that sat perfectly on her hourglass figure. Ditzy was as bright and bubbly as any person could be, always so lively during her livestreams and at her fan meetups.
But to some, something always felt… off… about Ditzy Dolittle.
Sharen Hall, 26 year old reporter based out of Worcester, Massachusetts, was one of those people who always got an unsettling vibe from Ditzy. It was unfortunately something she could never quite put her finger on, but if it had to be described, she always felt that Ditzy felt too perfect. Too beautiful, too kind, too personable, too… everything, really. Perhaps “artificial” could be used to describe it as well, as it sometimes did almost feel like Ditzy was trained to be a certain way, or like she was created in a laboratory to be the perfect influencer of adults. Whatever it was, Sharon wanted to do some digging into it, and more importantly she wanted to have this be potentially the big break of a story she always wanted that could get her into The Washington Post or The New York Times… But alas, her boss for the local tabloid blog she writes for didn't care much for it, and would rather see Sharon write sappy tabloid nonsense about Ditzy’s Starbucks order changing that her fans would gobble up. Sharon begrudgingly did the work she was asked to do, but since she couldn't get the stamp of approval from her boss, she had to work on this project in her free time, which has resulted in Sharon where she is now: sitting on her couch in the finished basement apartment of her parents home on an ordinary Thursday evening, having just spent 3 hours watching a Ditzy Dolittle livestream that she had to pay $15 to see. That was another thing about Ditzy: boy did she have a firm grasp on capitalism for a 22 year old… Charging her fans $15/week to watch her livestreams on a personal website she has.
Sharon had been watching these streams for a few weeks now, and with almost $50 down the drain for seemingly nothing, she was beginning to grow frustrated. It wasn't like her tabloid gig paid generously, meaning that was a good $45 wasted up to this point. Sharon was beginning to wonder if this was even worth continuing, if she should just pack it up and hope someone with more time and resources decides to look into Ditzy Dolittle in the future…
As Sharon was staring beyond her laptop in the direction of her muted TV, she was snapped out of a daze by the frantic pinging sound that the webpage was emitting. Then, a voice that could only be described as a digitized/robotic version of Ditzy’s began to speak:
“Congratulations lucky Premium Viewer! You are the 1,000,000th viewer to watch one of Ditzy Dolittle’s livestreams from start to finish this year! As a reward for your devotion, you have earned a 100% free of charge one-on-one conversation with Ditzy Dolittle herself! Below are a few options for when this private conversation can be held, please select one, or one will be selected for you~”
And for Sharon, the following times were given: July 17th, 2026 at 7:00pm EST, or for a $100 fee the conversation could be held right now, but the flashing offer was only available for the next 60 seconds. Sharon was perplexed and confused by the whole situation, but if it was true, this was the best opportunity she had to question the woman behind Ditzy Dolittle. Another $100 was a lot for Sharen to cough up, but if she could get any bit of information out of Ditzy, it would be so worth it. And so, Sharon begrudgingly paid the $100 fee before the timer hit zero, and once it was accepted, a new tab automatically opened in Sharon's browser and focus of the screen was taken there, displaying a pink glittery animated screen with the words “Show Beginning Soon~” stamped across the screen. There was a small chat box on the side, with a single message from a moderation bot program:
“Your Live Show with Ditzy Dolittle will begin whenever you are ready! Simply type the words “I Am Ready, Ditzy Dolittle!” into the chat bar below to begin the session!”
Perhaps a bit on the nose, and while it may be a bit humiliating to type those words out, at least nobody was around to see it. Before doing so, Sharon sat upright and placed her laptop on the coffee table in front of herself, and removed the piece of electrical tape that covered her laptop's built-in webcam. After a deep breath, Sharon typed those words and hit enter…
And then, the show began.
As soon as Sharon hit enter, her screen began to rapidly strobe and flash millions of bright and bizarre shapes and colors at Sharon, quickly snatching her attention in a vice grip, and it wouldn't let go. The colors and shapes were confusing, yet she couldn't bring herself to look away. In fact, the desire to look away was quickly fading away, as was Sharon's entire game plan for this meeting with Ditzy Dolittle. With every flash, every new color and every new burst of light and sparkle that assaulted her eyes, Sharon was dragged into a dulled state… One where her mind felt as though it was swimming in a thick pool of syrup, making it very difficult for Sharon to think and process information, and where Sharon could only focus further and further on the strong lights and shapes. It took only a few minutes for Sharon to be completely entranced, with her jaw hanging down, her body melting into the couch, and her eyes glazed over like she was stoned. It may have felt like an eternity at the mercy of the lights, it was merely a few minutes before they slowly faded away… And Ditzy Dolittle came into frame on Sharon's screen. And for some reason, one that Sharon couldn't pinpoint, she felt oddly excited to see Ditzy Dolittle.
“Helloooooooo to you~ It certainly is a pleasure to meet you, my dear, loyal fan! What's your name?” Ditzy asked, sitting in a pastel pink chair, smiling back at her guest.
“Hiii Ditzy~” Sharon spoke back, smiling like a teenager does when speaking to their crush. “It's so… nice to meet you… My name is… is… Sharon! It's Sharon, Ditzy…” Sharon once again giggling and acting like she was stoned out of her mind.
“Sharon?” Ditzy spoke, almost with disgust, but mixed with an attitude that screamed “That simply won't do”. “I'm afraid I don't quite like that name. May I call you a new name? A pet name for just me to use?” Ditzy asked with a smirk.
“Oh I… I'm sorry that you don't like it, Ditzy…” Sharon softly frowned. “But yeah, you can… call me a nickname or a… or a pet name… whatever you want!” This quickly brought a dopey smile back to Sharon's face.
“Wonderful!” Ditzy proclaimed. “Your new name is… Daisy! How's that?”
“Mmmmmm… Daisy… I like that name, Ditzy…” Sharon Daisy said, accepting this name as though it has been the name she knew all her life.
“Wonderful! It's very nice to meet you Daisy! I hear you're a pretty big fan of mine, is that true?” Ditzy questioned, a glare in her eye like how a sergeant in the military tests for loyalty in a lowly officer or recruit.
“Me? Oh um…” Daisy tried to think back, to anything really… but it was all coming up blank in her mind. She surmised that she wouldn't be here if she wasn't a huge fan of Ditzy's however, so she decided to roll with that.
“Yes! I'm a huge fan of yours, Ditzy!” Daisy said as her smile grew.
“I love to hear that, Daisy! It's always so nice to meet my most loyal and proud fans… You like being a fan of me, don't you, Daisy?” Ditzy questioned, though now her voice was subtly changing… More suggestive than questioning of Daisy.
“Of course Ditzy! I don't think I… would be here if I wasn't one of your… biggest fans!” Daisy replied, though even she with her shrouded mind knew the words didn't sound as certain as Ditzy likely wanted them to.
“I simply love to hear that Daisy. Unfortunately, I've run into quite a few… Let's call them “bad apples” as of late who have betrayed my kindness and love for their own selfish, self-serving desires… That's not why you're here, is it Daisy? You aren't here to betray me, are you?”
Daisy sat there frozen, trying to think as hard as her syrupy brain could, almost to the point where she was giving herself a headache from doing so. Eventually, a thought did come to mind, but it's one that made Daisy's blood run cold. It was a memory of Daisy on her laptop another day, writing information about Ditzy… Like a report of some kind. Even to Daisy, despite not being able to remember much more, it felt like she was there to be more than just a fan.
“Ditzy I… I think I did come here to um… To betray you and your trust…” Daisy immediately began to speak in a sad tone, her eyes big and starting to glisten like a sad puppy. “I can't remember it… I don't know why Ditzy… But for some reason I… I was writing something about you before… Something that I don't think was good… Am I a bad fan, Ditzy?” Daisy asked pathetically, her lip quivering as if on the verge of tears.
“Well Daisy, that all depends on what you want to do next.”
That sentence from Ditzy caused Daisy's head to cock to the side with curiosity.
“Daisy, are you willing to prove to me that you are a loyal and obedient fan of mine? Willing to do whatever it takes to show me that you're a very good fan of mine?”
Daisy felt a warmth quickly building in her chest. Whatever she had been doing wrong, this was her chance to make up for it. Daisy knew that she absolutely had to do it.
“Of course, Ditzy! I'll do… I'll do anything to show you how good of a fan I am! I promise!” Daisy sounded so proud and eager, waiting with bated breath for whatever Ditzy says next.
“That's what I was hoping you'd say, Daisy. First things first, why don't you get a little bit more comfortable there? It looks so warm in that room, why don't you undress a bit?”
Daisy hadn't really thought about it, and truthfully she didn't feel overly warm… But she also wanted to prove herself to Ditzy, so Daisy took the suggestion and ran with it, pulling the oversized Patriots hoodie up over her head, along with the white T-shirt she had beneath it, then rising up to her feet to kick the grey sweatpants off. Daisy was now only wearing a black thong as she sat back down in front of the camera, her C cup breasts gently bouncing as she sat.
“Oh yes, Daisy. You look so much more comfortable! Now, why don't you run to your bedroom and grab just the cable for your phone charger, not the power brick. Bring it back here with you, and then plug one end into your phone, and the other end into your laptop.” Ditzy commanded, and Daisy didn't hesitate to do it.
“Gotcha, Ditzy!” Without hesitating, Daisy sprung to her feet and jogged across the basement to the sectioned off area that was her bedroom, grabbing the cable from the wall before returning to the couch with it, then plugging everything in as Ditzy instructed.
“Wonderful work, Daisy. Now, click this link in the chat box on your laptop screen, it will allow me access to your phone so that I can give you a special gift…”
The promise of a gift from Ditzy excited Daisy, who quickly clicked on the link and watched as her phone sprung open on its own… Ditzy immediately had access to everything and everything on it, and on the laptop, and a program began to run on both… Updating wallpapers and lock screens to sexy photos of Ditzy, with the lock screen having “Doll 4 Ditzy” stamped in white bubble font on it as well. All of the apps on Daisy's phone got new icons, pink with a similar white bubble font, and of course Ditzy's biometrics were uploaded to the phone. Ditzy downloaded all contacts from Daisy's phone, along with all taken photos and a log of all texts sent and received. And while this was happening, Daisy just sat there with that same dopey smile. She had no clue what was going on, but she saw the smile on Ditzy's face that came from her compliance, and that was enough for Daisy.
“Thank you so much, Daisy! I've updated your phone and laptop with a special program that makes everything so much cuter! I'm sure you'll love all of it, since you're such a big fan of mine~”
“Thank you Ditzy! Thank you so much you're… you're too kind, especially after… what I did or… what I was doing before…” Daisy smiled, but it still felt like she owed Ditzy more.
“Aww, worry not, my loyal fan… There's more that you can do for me to show how obedient of a fan you are. In fact, you can begin right now! I have a very special movie I want you to watch, and while you watch it, I want you to pleasure yourself, Daisy. You can do whatever you want to do for me… You can play with your breasts, or slide a couple of fingers down between your legs… Whatever you want to do that you think will make me happy. And while you do that for me, you're going to recite some “punishment mantras” for me to atone for your wrongdoings… Can you handle all of that, Daisy?”
Truth be told, it was a lot for Daisy to do. It was so much that she was barely able to focus on it all, but Ditzy's words were beginning to float in her mind, and the desire to make Ditzy proud quickly overwhelmed and nervousness that Daisy may have felt.
“I can handle it, Ditzy. Anything to prove to you that I'm… a loyal fan…”
"And an obedient fan, Daisy.” Ditzy quickly added.
“Yes Ditzy… a loyal and obedient fan!” Daisy said proudly, feeling a rush of warmth specifically down between her legs as she uttered those words.
“Excellent. Now, there is another link for you to click in the chat box, and it will both begin your special movie and end our time together for the time being. But worry not, we will see each other again very, very soon Daisy… I like to keep a very close relationship with my most loyal and obedient fans, which you seem to be. So my darling Daisy, whenever you are ready, press the link, and enjoy the movie~”
Daisy sat there, eyes fixated on Ditzy, then slowly drifting to the bright blue link in the chat box. She had no clue what this special movie could be, but she felt excited for the opportunity to watch it. Daisy assumed that it must be something for only the most special of fans… And when she clicked on it, her entire screen was filled with strobing colors and shapes once again that massaged her mind into another deep trance. The descent into trance came much more quickly this time around, with Daisy being hopelessly lost in the strobing colors in under a minute. She sank into the couch once again, and felt her hand slowly slithering down between her spread legs… Fingers tugging the front of her thong to the side for the pleasuring to begin…
For the first 15 minutes or so, it was just colors and shapes assaulting the mind of Daisy, all while she pleasured herself to syrupy dreams of Ditzy Dolittle. Eventually the “movie” did change however, becoming those same strobing colors overlaying videos and images of Ditzy Dolittle herself. Ditzy posing in provocative ways, blowing kisses, playing with her boobs, shaking her perfect ass… And Daisy loved it so, so much. Buried in all of this were a series of words in a pattern that Daisy herself could not see, but that her malleable subconscious mind was picking up as if they were words straight from Ditzy herself.
“Daisy is a Dumb Dolly for Ditzy Dolittle
Ditzy Dolittle owns Daisy the Dumb Dolly
Ditzy Dolittle is Everything, Ditzy Dolittle is All
Daisy is Ditzy Dolittle’s Dumb Dolly”
And as the mantra cycled again and again through her subconscious mind, Daisy found herself silently mouthing them… Then whispering them… and then moaning them as her fingers continued to massage and toy with her slick pussy. Daisy lost track of her surroundings and how much time was passing as she watched the special movie. In reality hours had passed by, and it was just before 3:00 am when the movie finally ended, and an exhausted and well conditioned Daisy slumped over into a deep sleep… Where she of course had so many delicious wet dreams about herself with Ditzy, all of which only worked to reaffirm all of the mental conditioning that she had been subjected to…
The next morning, Daisy woke up in a daze, almost unaware of where she was or what had happened the night prior. Daisy stretched as she slowly sat up, then giggling as she saw her near naked self and pussy that was still glistening from the night prior. All of the memories of the night prior were slowly coming back to Daisy, and it felt so surreal to be relieving them. And then, her phone rang, awakening the special ringtone set for Ditzy specifically, a sappy bubblegum pop song that Ditzy released a month prior, which sounded like the greatest song Daisy had ever heard. Daisy didn't want to keep Ditzy waiting, quickly snatching the phone from the cable and answering.
“Good Morning, Miss Ditzy!” Daisy said in a bubbly tone, followed by a tiny yawn.
“And a good morning to you as well, my darling Daisy. I take it you enjoyed the movie you got to watch last night, yes?” Ditzy questioned.
“I LOVED it, Miss Ditzy! Thank you so so soooooo much for letting me watch it!” Daisy sounded like she had gotten the privilege of watching an Oscar caliber movie before the rest of humanity as she spoke so glowingly.
“Wonderful, darling. Why don't you watch it every evening then? It can be what you watch before that pretty little head of yours goes to bed~”
“That sounds so good, Miss Ditzy! I'll do that!” Daisy said emphatically.
“Good. Now, there's more I'm going to need from you, Daisy. For starters, that little tabloid you work for? You're gonna need to keep pumping out fluff pieces about me and how amazing I am, and lots of them. I'll need you to also start a personal fan blog about me in your free time, where you can recruit other lovely people into good fans of mine. Think you can handle all that, Daisy?”
Truth be told, it did sound like a lot of work for Daisy. At the same time, the absolute last thing she wanted was to let Ditzy down and show that she's a bad fan, so Daisy would do whatever she had to do to show her loyalty.
“I can like, totally handle it, Miss Ditzy! I'll do so good!” Daisy was more excited than ever now, and very eager to make more loyal fans for Ditzy Dolittle.
“I know you will, Daisy. You'll have to pretend to use that yucky name Sharon around your boss for the time being, but you'll always be my Daisy~”
And with that sorted out, the call ended, and Daisy sprang up to her feet to get started on her new "job" so to speak. Excitement was buzzing throughout her body at the prospect of writing so many articles about Miss Ditzy and her wonderful life, and even more excited about the prospect of bringing so many other adults like herself into the fold of fandom for Ditzy Dolittle...
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And that's it for my first story here! It may not be perfect, but I was too excited about the concept when it came to mind to not write about it. I welcome feedback and I'm always open to suggestions for future stories I could write :3
