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"Hey there, Evie! " Dan said from behind her.

Eve screamed. She had no idea her husband’s friend was in her home.

"Damn it, Dan!" She exclaimed. "I told Carl that you can't just come over here unannounced whenever you want! He has to check with me before inviting you over too! This is my house, not your social club!"

Dan was a horrible influence on Carl and the house often ended up trashed by their nonsense a few beers in. He was a total creeper too! Eve had put her foot down after she walked in on Dan casting porn on their wide-screen because "He thought Carl would find the scene funny." Eve hadn't found it funny at all! But Dan thought he could get away with anything gross if he claimed it was funny.

If Carl had at least told her there was a possibility Dan might show up, she would have at least put on a bra! She glared at him, waiting for the inevitable glance at her chest. She wasn't going to let it slide this time!

"Calm down, Evie," Dan said condescendingly. "This isn't a social call! I'm on the clock! Carl hired me to fix things up around here!"

"Like hell he did!" Eve exclaimed. "Carl! Get in here! You're not hiring your loser friend to do contract work he's not qualified to do!"

"I'm totally qualified, Evie!" Dan insisted. "I've been going to school online!"

Eve scoffed. Carl entered.

"Did you start yet?" He asked.

"No, he didn't start yet!" Eve said. "He's not going back to start! God, Carl! Your friend gets some kind of online electricians certificate and you're going to let him rewire our kitchen? Do you WANT our house to burn down? "

"Oh, I won't touch the wiring!" Dan denied. "No way am I qualified to do that! I’ve just been learning mind control online. Carl hired me to see if I could remove that stick from your ass."

Eve blushed and raged.

"Fuck you, Dan!" She shouted. "Get out of my house and take my worthless husband with you!"

"Oh, you don't really want me to leave, Evie," he told her.

"Like hell I don't!" Eve said. "And stop calling me Evie! My name is Eve! It rhymes with leave! Which is what you are doing right now!"

Dan frowned and scrunched up his face.

"But... you like it when I call you Evie," he insisted.

Eve shuddered.

"I... like it?" She asked. "No... that's...that's not right. "

"It is right," Dan contradicted. "You like to be called Evie because it's fun. And you want to be fun, Evie. Everyone likes fun. You like fun, don't you Evie? And being Evie is fun. So fun to be Evie."

"So fun..." she agreed. "Evie is fun..."

Wait... what?

She shook her head.

"You were... going to leave..." she remembered.

"But it's more fun if I stay, Evie, " he countered. "Much more fun! Don't you want to know more about what I learned in my online mind control classes?"

"Wait...you're taking online mind control classes?" Eve said. "That’s ridiculous! Mind control isn't real!"

"Oh. Well, then you have nothing to worry about, do you Evie? "He said in a low, resonant voice that seemed to penetrate her bones.

"I have nothing to worry about..." she agreed, sighing contentedly.

"What's your name, Evie?" He asked.

"My name's Evie, " she reminded him. "Being called Evie is fun..."

"And you're a very fun girl, Evie, " he told her.

"I'm a very fun girrrrllll," Evie agreed, then giggled. She felt really strange. But it was kinda fun.

"You know what's the most fun thing about you Evie?" Dan asked.

"What's the most fun thing about me?" Evie asked, genuinely curious.

"You've got incredible titties," he told her. "The first time I saw you, I said to myself, Dan? That Evie has an incredible pair of really fun titties! They're huge! Did you know I liked your titties, Evie?"

Evie giggled.

"I DID know that!" She confirmed, proud that she had already known it. Had she always known that? It seemed like she had been thinking about something related to Dan and her big fun titties before... before...

Dan made a soft hissing sound and swirled a finger in the air, drawing Evie's attention back to him.

"You like it that men enjoy your amazing titties, don't you Evie, " he told her. "It's just so fun."

"So fun... guys like my big titties..." Evie agreed, then quivered.

"Your big titties are just made for squeezing, aren’t they Evie? " Dan said.

"My big fun titties are made for squeezing, " she agreed.

She started squeezing her big fun titties without even thinking about it. It was so fun!

"Do you like squeezing Evie's big fun titties, Carl?" Dan asked.

Evie gasped. She forgot her husband was even there! Carl was starting at her with his mouth half open and a huge stupid grin on his face. Evie wonder if he hadn't understood the question.

"Do you like squeezing my big fun titties, Carl?" She repeated helpfully.

"I...I do..." He said, just like when they got married, which made Evie giggle.

"You don't mind if I squeeze Evie's big fun titties, do you Carl?" Dan asked. "I think it will really help with the process."

Evie wasn't sure what the process was, but it was hard to care about anything but her big fun titties at that moment.

"Sure. I mean, you clearly know what you're doing, Dan," Carl agreed.

Dan slid his hands underneath Evie's top, displacing her own hands, and started to fondle her. He did indeed know what he was doing!

"You just love having your big titties fondled, Evie, " he told her as he showed her. "It's so fun! You especially like it when guys squeeze your nipples. It makes you happy and horny!"

"Happy and horny!" Evie agreed as her panties dampened and her brain bubbled. "Happy and horny! "

"Do you know why having your tits groped makes you so happy and horny, Evie?" Dan asked.

"Why?" Evie asked happily and hornily.

"Because you're a bimbo, Evie!" He explained. You're a fun silly bimbo with big fun bimbo titties! That's why you're letting your husband’s friend fondle your titties in your kitchen. You love it and you can't help but love it because you're a bimbo!"

He gave both nipples a squeeze to drive home his point. Evie squealed.

"I'm a bimbo!" She agreed. "I'm totally a bimbo! It all makes sense! I've got big fun bimbo titties and I love for guys to squeeze them cuz I'm a big ol' bimbo!"

She giggled at the revelation and then had a little orgasm.

"Take your top off, bimbo, and shake your big bimbo titties for Carl and me," he instructed, removing his hands. "You know you want to!"

She did want to! She didn't need to be told twice!

She tossed her tank away and shook her big bimbo titties to the delight of her husband and his friend. God, it was so fun! She was such a bimbo!

"You naughty little bimbo, Evie!" Dan chided. "Look how hard you've made Carl and me with your big bimbo titties!"

Evie looked at the substantial buldges in both men's pants. She gasped, then giggled.

"You're horny like me!" She concluded.

"Yes, and it's your fault, Evie, " Dan said. "So what are you going to do about it, bimbo?"

"Ummmm...." thought Evie. "Fuck you? Fuck you both?"

"At the same time?" Dan asked.

"OMG!" Evie exclaimed and giggled. "That would be so cool!"

"I, uh, didn't really think..." Carl started.

"It's all part of the process, Carl, " Dan said. "The more uncharacteristic behavior she engages in, the less likely she'll resist the changes once I leave. Evie is a bimbo who likes to be spit roasted, aren’t you Evie?"

"I'm a bimbo that likes to be spit roasted!" Evie agreed and giggled.

"See, Carl? Now go ahead and fuck your wife's face while I plow her pussy. It really is for the best," Dan said.

"Yeah, Carl! It's the best! Fuck my face while Dan plows my puss!" Evie encouraged.

Carl's face still looked conflicted, but his cock didn't. Evie decided to listen to his cock and bent over to pull down his pants. Dan did the same for her!

Carl became less and less reluctant as he slid his cock down her throat. Dan slid his cock into her cunt without any reluctance at all.

"You wanted me to make your wife a bimbo. Carl, " Dan reminded. "You must have known she was going to come out slutty as well. Really, it makes it better."

"It makes it better," Carl agreed.

Evie agreed too, thought she couldn't say so with Carl's cock down her throat.

One Week Later

"Hey there, Evie! " Dan said from behind her.

Evie squealed! She had no idea her manager was in her home. He was welcome, of course. They'd given him a key, after all.

"Hi Dan! Are you here to fuck me, or were you looking for Carl?" She asked.

"I'm looking for Carl, Evie," he said and she pouted.

"Carl! Dan's here!" She called out.

She wasn't going to try to argue with Dan, though she hoped there'd be a way to get his cock in her afterwards. She'd never tell Carl, but Dan’s cock was easily her favorite.

"Your subscribers are really liking the bleach job and makeup, Evie, " Dan told her. "I think Carl is going to be very happy with your cut of the profits."

Evie squealed again! As a bimbo, she really didn't understand the money part of her webcam shows, but if her manager and husband were happy with it, she was happy with it.

"Do they like it as much as they like my big fun bimbo titties? " Evie asked, losing her top.

She knew that everyone liked her big fun bimbo titties the best, of course, but that included Dan. It was a good idea to remind him of that.

"Oh, a hey Dan!" Said Carl, pausing for just a second to ogle Evie. "Is this a business call or a social call?"

"Business, Carl," Dan said. "Evie's making us some serious money so I wanted to make sure you're happy with your cut, but I also brought you the invoice for her bimbofication last week. "

"Oh! Oh right, " Carl said. "It's a lot more reasonable now that I know bimbo Evie is so profitable. Of course, her outfits aren't cheap..."

"Gotta spend money to make money, Carl," Dan reminded him.

"Yeah..." Carl conceded.

"Of course, if you want to make more, you need to collaborate," Dan said. "I'm doing Tom Ried's wife Amy tonight. Amy could introduce her to the business. Subscribers like it when bimbos play with each other."

"Oh! I like that!" Carl said.

"Of course, if you want to really increase your income, Lori would be your best option," he said.

"Lori!" Carl exclaimed. "My sister?"

"Bimbo sisters-in-laws engaging in elicit lesbian affairs is a really undeserved market," Dan said. "I'm not telling you what to do, but you should at least think about it."

Carl's eyes glazed over the way they sometimes did when Dan was talking.

Evie sighed and squeezed her big fun bimbo titties. She hated it when the guys talked business instead of spit roasting her. Still, at least she could squeeze her own titties when she was bored! That always made her happy and horny!

"Anyway, you can pay me now or I can take installments from Evie's earnings," Dan said.

"Oh, I can pay you now, Dan!" Carl assured him. "I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't have the money. Of course, I've never paid for bimbofication services before. Do I tip?"

"Actually, Evie is supposed to take care of the tip," Dan clarified.

Evie giggled. She liked the sound of that!

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Triggered

It was brunch with his family, and Olivia looked like she was heading to a party.

The white top clung to her chest, dipping deep enough to make eye contact a challenge. The pale green skirt sat high on her waist and flared over her hips, the hem floating just above her thighs. She was adjusting one of her earrings, her long blonde hair curling softly around her shoulders.

She seemed completely unaware of the scene she might cause.

Or maybe… she was aware.

Evan leaned against the doorway, watching her with a smile. She didn’t used to dress like this, but latel things had been different. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it.

“You look really sexy right now,” he said.

Her hand froze halfway to her hair. She blinked once, slowly, then looked up at him over her shoulder. Her expression softened into something almost bashful.

“Yeah?” she asked, like she needed to hear it again.

“I mean… yeah. You just… wow.” He let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “That top is… definitely going to be a conversation piece.”

She glanced down, adjusting the neckline but not covering anything. Her fingers smoothed the fabric as if admiring it. “You think it’s too much?” she asked.

Evan responded. “It’s brunch. With my mom.”

Olivia looked at herself in the mirror again. She tugged the skirt just slightly lower. Then shrugged. “I just wanted to feel nice,” she said simply. “Is that okay?”

God, the way she said that.

“Of course it is,” he murmured, stepping behind her to press a light kiss to her shoulder. “You look incredible.”

She smiled as she turned toward him, slowly reaching for her purse. The hem of her skirt rode higher again as she stood, and she didn’t fix it.

Evan followed her to the door, watching the sway in her hips.

She didn’t used to walk like that, either.

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The balcony outside the bar was narrow and half-lit, tucked between brick walls and buzzing streetlight. Olivia leaned against the railing, breathing in the cool night air, getting a brief respite from the loud music of the bar..

Her halter top clung to her. She’d never worn anything like it before, but she just felt like it was the right thing to wear for a girl’s night out.

She’d looked at herself in the mirror earlier, told herself it was just for fun. Just something different. But even then, something about the outfit had made her feel tingly. 

Now, standing out here, she could feel every inch of exposed skin.

“Excuse me,” a man’s voice said behind her, casual but deliberate. “But damn, you are something else.”

Olivia felt a shiver run through her.

She turned before she could think about it, lips already curved into a polite smile. He was older, maybe late twenties. He seemed harmless enough, but his eyes leered her body without apology.

Normally, that would’ve made her retreat. But tonight, something inside her thought differently.

Her shoulders rolled back, slightly lifting her chest. 

“Oh,” she said, flattered. “Thanks.”

The man stepped a little closer. “You here with anyone?”

She was with her friends, but she knew what he meant. Evan was at home, probably gaming online. She parted her lips to say yes, but her throat felt suddenly dry. 

Her heart was beating so fast. Evan wasn’t here and a little bit of flirting wasn’t a bad thing.

“Just with friends,” she said instead, softly.

The man’s smile grew. “Well, I’ve got to say, that outfit’s doing work. I’d like to bury my face in those tits.”

That should’ve pissed her off. It really should have, but it didn’t.

Instead, something inside her whispered: It’s okay to be sexy.

Her skin prickled. Her nipples stiffened against the thin lace. She laughed a soft giggle and looked away, smiling.

She didn’t say anything else. Just turned back to the street and let the air cool her down, bit by bit. Her body still humming. Her mind still trying to figure out what the hell that was.

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“You look crazy hot today.”

That’s all Evan had said.

He’d just casually tossed the words at her while she passed behind him in leggings and a fitted top. It was a lazy compliment, but the second the words hit her—crazy hot—her body lit up.

She didn’t even answer. She just froze in place, mid-step because she felt the heat hit.

Her thighs clenched. Her chest tightened. Her skin buzzed from the inside out. And before she even knew what she was doing, she was moving, half-walking, half-stumbling down the hall to the bedroom, heart pounding.

She pulled the door closed behind her and moments later her hands were under her shirt.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, dragging the fabric up over her chest. Her fingers trembled as they pushed past the cotton, yanking it halfway up her ribs to expose the black lace bra. It was sexier than anything she usually wore but that was something she thought a lot lately.

Her hand cupped one breast, squeezing gently. Her body jerked in response. The contact lit her nerves like fire.

She stiffled a moan…or at least she thought she did.  Maybe it escaped.

Why does this feel so good?

Her fingers slid along the edge of the bra, grazing skin. Her nipples were extremely sensitive. Something else that was happening more than it used to. She wondered, not for the first time, what was happening to her.

But then the familiar though slipped in: It’s okay to be sexy.

The thought didn’t feel like hers, but it felt… true.

She squeezed harder, dragging her nails over the curve of her breast, feeling the ache spread deeper, lower.

Her other hand joined the first, pushing her chest together, gasping at the way her body responded, like it had been waiting for this. Like it had been programmed to react.

Her thoughts went to Evan and then to the way the guy at the bar had looked at her. Of the way it felt to be desired—really, shamelessly desired.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, voice hoarse, head tilting back as her thighs rubbed together. She could barely keep her balance.

Her panties were already soaked.

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Evan leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching her pose in the mirror.

The dress was ridiculous. Barely a dress at all. A plunging white cutout halter that showed more than it covered, and a green mini skirt that clung to her ass like it had been vacuum-sealed on. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She rarely did anymore.

She twisted her torso slightly, checked the angle of her cleavage, then angled her phone and snapped a photo. She didn’t even glance at him.

“You’re really wearing that out?” Evan asked, trying not to sound desperate.

Olivia smiled at her reflection. “Mmhmm.”

“Where are you going?”

She turned to him, finally, tilting her head. “Chelsea’s place. Just drinks.”

“Uh-huh.” He stared at her. “You’re gonna walk into a bar looking like that and pretend it’s just for drinks?”

Her eyes twinkled, amused. “What? You think I look too good?”

“I think…”

She stepped toward him and gave him a warning look. “Maybe you shouldn’t finish that thought.”

He didn’t answer right away. Because part of him still wanted this. The version of her he’d secretly fantasized about—the one that dressed for attention, who bit her lip and winked at strangers, who made him feel like the luckiest man alive when she wrapped around him in public. 

But now? It was too much. It was going too far.

She was losing herself.

“You flirted with the waiter and the bartender last night,” he said, quieter now. “You don’t even notice when you do it.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “It’s harmless.”

“They were both trying to get your number.”

“And did I give it to them?”

“No. But you thought about it.”

She shrugged. “Thoughts don’t count. People have thoughts all the time. It’s not cheating if you don’t do anything.”

Then Evan saw it.

The little subconscious roll of her body. Like she was warming up again. Like just the idea of being desired sparked something inside her. That dazed heat in her eyes.

“Liv,” he said, stepping forward, “what’s going on with you?”

Her voice was soft. “I don’t know.”

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” he whispered. “I just… I liked that you felt good about yourself. I loved that. But this… this isn’t you.”

Olivia lowered her phone, eyes still fixed on the mirror.

“What did you mean by that?” she asked, voice calm but laced with something sharper underneath. “You didn’t mean for it to go this far?”

Evan froze. “What?”

She turned toward him, her eyes boring into him. “You said that like… this was something you started.”

“No, I just—” He swallowed. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I meant… I don’t know. I meant you’ve changed. You’re acting different. At first you were more confident, but now…” He trailed off.

“But now, what?” she asked, taking a step closer. 

Evan hesitated, then gave a weak smile. “You used to hate being the center of attention. And now you dress like—”

“Like what?”

“Like you want everyone in the room to want to fuck you,” he said, the words slipping out harsher than he meant.

She stood there for a moment but then she laughed. It was a joyless laugh. 

“Wow. Okay.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes, you did.” Her smile faded. “You don’t get to say that and pretend it’s not what you meant.”

Evan ran a nervous hand through his hair. 

She turned away from him and stepped back toward the mirror, studying her reflection. The woman staring back was stunning—pouty lips, perfect curves, and a fuck-me outfit.

She glanced at Evan in the mirror’s reflection. “Did you do something to me?”

He froze. “What?”

“I mean it. All this… this shit. The clothes. The way I react to you when you say things. When anyone says things. The voice I keep hearing in my head. Telling me to be sexier.”

“Liv,” he said meekly. “I didn’t do anything.”

She turned to face him. “I’m not sure I believe you. I don’t know what you did,” she whispered. “But I think you know more than you’re letting on.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but his shoulders slumped.

Her eyes narrowed. “Evan.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it again. Then finally, voice small: “It was just… a suggestion.”

“A what?”

He winced. “A… post-hypnotic suggestion.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“That meditation thing,” he said quickly, rushing now, trying to explain it before she exploded. “That sleep app you liked? It wasn’t real. I swapped out the file. It was mine. I recorded it.”

She took a slow, stunned step back.

“You did what?”

“I didn’t think it would work! Not at first. I just… I said a few things. Just little things.”

Her lip curled. “That’s not what happened.”

“I know,” he said, voice cracking. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. I just—God, Liv, I loved watching you come out of your shell. The way you started dressing, the way you looked at me, touched me…”

She held up a hand. “Stop talking.”

He stopped.

Her chest rose and fell in anger. “You rewired me.”

“It wasn’t like that—”

“You messed with my head, Evan.” Her voice cracked. “Jesus. No wonder I feel like a fucking stranger every time I look in the mirror.”

“I fucked up,” he said, voice trembling. “I know I did. I wanted you to be happy. You were just so depressed before. I wanted you to feel good!” he blurted out. “I wanted you to know how sexy you are.”

Her whole body shivered.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, eyes fluttering as her thighs clenched.

“I just meant you were sexy before all this…not that you’re not sexy now. ‘Cause you’re so goddamn sexy now too,” he stammered, trying to calm her, trying to explain.

Her knees weakened. Her hands found the edge of the dresser behind her as her body throbbed. The anger was still there, but something hotter was rising, pushing up through her bones like fire.

Her nipples ached against the fabric of her top.

“Stop… talking.”

Her eyes slammed shut as a moan escaped her lips.

He took a step toward her. “Olivia—”

“No,” she growled, both hands clenched tight now on the dresser. Her chest was rising fast, every breath shallow. Her body was reacting like she was being touched, but no one had laid a hand on her.

She could feel the wet heat soaking into her panties. Her thighs rubbed together involuntarily. Every muscle in her body screamed for friction, for something to fill the need.

But her eyes locked on his.

“Get the fuck out.”

Evan hesitated, torn between guilt, arousal, and fear.

“Now!”

She turned away from him, fists shaking.

The door opened behind her. Footsteps retreated. The door clicked closed again.

And she was alone.

Alone with the pulsing ache between her legs, the sick twist of betrayal in her gut… and the whisper curling sweetly in her mind:

It’s okay to be sexy.

She slid to the floor, one hand pressed between her thighs as she gasped against the wave of lust trying to drown her.

“I hate you,” she whispered. It wasn’t clear if she meant Evan or herself.

Despite her thoughts, her hand still pressed between her thighs. It rubbed against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. In between the moans, her mind started to solidify.

She had answers now. She knew what Evan had done. She knew what that voice in her head was. It was a fucking trigger.  And it worked so well. 

She laughed to herself, but it was interrupted by an intense orgasm. Her body shook, and she continued to laugh. It was maniacle.

She should’ve felt violated by Evan’s planted trigger. She should have felt satiated by the orgasm that just rolled through her. But instead, she felt horny. So unbelievably, desperately horny.

“You’re so sexy,” she whispered, testing it.

Her mind clicked and her body ached.

“Oh God…”

She could feel her pussy throb under her touch. Her body knew what that phrase meant now. Her nipples were stiff.  She was soaked. Her breath came in short, fast gasps.

“You’re such a hot bitch,” she moaned.

Another wave slammed through her. Her hips bucked, her fingers moving faster now.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” she choked out.

She was panting. Squirming. Her mind was unraveling, her voice trembling. She was doing it to herself and it felt so fucking good. Every time she said the words, the fire inside her roared louder.

“You’re sexy—be sexy—I’m sexy—fuck, be sexy—”

Her body twisted, writhing on the floor. Her other hand tugged at her top, yanking it down until her breasts spilled free, tight and flushed and aching for touch.

“I’m meant to be used,” she gasped.

That one hit like a punch to the core.

Another orgasm crashed over her a second later, sharp and full and obliterating. Her voice broke into a cry, her muscles trembling, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure tore through her

And when it passed, she slumped against the dresser, panting and sweating and spent. She lay there…still.

She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. Her skirt was hiked up exposing her pussy. Her breasts were out.  She was flushed, sweaty.

And she smiled at herself.

“You’re such a slut,” she said. 

The heat rolled through her again.

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Evan sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone.

The screen lit up with another notification. She had sent another photo.

This one was in a club bathroom. Olivia in a skintight mesh dress, no bra, nipples clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric. Lip gloss smeared. One hand holding the phone. The other slipping beneath the hem of her skirt.

The caption read:

“Still thinking about your little trigger. Still sooo horny.”  😉😘🥵

It had been two weeks since he told her the truth. Since she made him leave the room, and then later walked out. She hadn’t moved out. Not technically. She still came home. Sometimes. Usually in the early morning, heels in one hand, mascara smudged, smiling to herself.

And every time she did, she was less Olivia.

Or maybe more.

He’d stopped pretending he could fix it. He tried once to place counter-suggestions, but she laughed when it didn’t seem to work.

“Oh, baby,” she’d said, crawling across the bed in nothing but a thong and a choker, “you think I want to go back?”

She didn’t. 

She flirted openly and shamelessly. She posted thirst traps every night, teased strangers in DMs, got drinks paid for at bars. She cheated relentlessly and told him all the details. 

It ate him up inside, but his guilt kept him around. 

He did this to her. 

And the worst part was, she was happy.

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Reflections in the Mirror

This story is based on one of the many fantasies and desires I have. This is a personal fantasy of mine.

Kneeling on the floor, my hands clasped behind my back, I gaze up at him, my Dom, with big brown eyes, waiting for his next command. My lips are swollen, smeared with saliva, and my chest heaves as I catch my breath. His cock is hard in front of me, glistening from the slickness of my mouth, as I prepare to take him deeper. This is what I was trained for, my mind raced through everything that had led to this moment. After setting up a Tumblr account to explore my hidden desires and fantasies, it wasn't long before he reached out to me, inviting me to chat after reading my posts, drawn in by my yearnings.

Our conversations quickly grew charged. What began as just another random chat about our interests—me sharing fantasies, seeking attention— evolved into something far deeper. He had a knack for teasing out my innermost thoughts, and soon, I found myself revealing fantasies I had never dared to voice. I craved the training he offered, my desires pushing me to consent to everything he suggested, soon I was submitting to his commands.

He guided me, molded me, introduced me to edging, making me edge over and over again, while denying my release. He made me practice my blowjob and deepthroat skills on my dildo, while making me edge, making my pussy dripping with need. He made me recite a mantra: “I’m a desperate little slut craving to be an obedient little whore. I’m not allowed to cum until I’ve proven to be a good submissive little slut. My dripping wet pussy needs to be controlled.” Over and over again, while on a regime of relentless orgasm denial and edging, each task igniting a fire within me. I willingly followed his instructions, the thrill of submission driving me wild with anticipation. For the past two weeks, I hadn’t been allowed to cum, and it was maddening. I was constantly wet, desperate, dripping with arousal.

We decided to finally meet up, feeling comfortable with the way things were going between us chatting online, I felt ready to take the next step. When we finally met at the café, I was already soaked with anticipation. He had told me what to wear— a short sexy black leather-look mini skirt and a tight white turtleneck top that accentuated my figure. Underneath, a black lace push-up bra and matching thong, heightened my sense of sensuality, while my knee-high leather boots added an air of kinkyness. While sitting at the table in the middle of a busy cafe, I nervously considered our agreement: if I felt safe enough with him, I would remove my thong under the table and hand it over to him, signaling my readiness to continue and to submit to him. That moment was electrifying. I slid off my thong from underneath my tight skirt, my hands trembling as I passed it to him, the fabric damp with my desperation.

That was the signal for him to move onto the next step, as we left the cafe to his place. Now, in his apartment, everything felt heightened—the anticipation, the tension, the throbbing need that had been building for weeks between my legs. I remembered his promise: if I performed well for him, he would allow me to cum. This thought intensified my eagerness to please him. He wasted no time. As soon as the door closed, he ordered me to strip. My skin flushed as I stood there, naked and exposed, vulnerable but craving his approval. Then, he commanded me to my knees.

Kneeling down, my eyes met his, filled with eagerness and vulnerability, my thick lips slightly parted in anticipation. His hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. No words were necessary; he had trained me for this. I took a deep breath, feeling the ache between my legs intensify as I opened my mouth, ready to serve him the way I had been craving.

As I opened my mouth, the warmth of my breath mingled with the charged atmosphere in the room. His eyes were locked on me, filled with anticipation, spurring me on to please him. I leaned forward, feeling the cool air against my skin, and took his cock into my mouth, my body responding to the heat of the moment.

I started slowly, my tongue tracing his length, savoring the sensation. But he quickly grew impatient. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me with a firm grip. Without warning, he thrust his cock deep into my mouth, making me gag as he hit the back of my throat. My breath hitched, and tears blurred my vision as he set the pace—rough and unrelenting.

“Take it all like a good little slut,” he growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I moaned, only encouraging him to go deeper. My saliva began to drip down my chin, my perfect makeup already starting to smudge. His hands pushed me further, faster, until I could barely keep up, my mouth slick and messy with spit.

Each thrust made my jaw ache, and the wet sounds filled the room, the lewdness of it driving me crazy. I wanted to please him, to show him how much I craved this. My mascara ran in streaks down my cheeks, mixing with the tears that spilled from my eyes as I gagged again, my throat tightening around him. The mess on my face only seemed to spur him on.

His breath grew ragged, his hips moving faster, more erratic. I knew he was close. His grip tightened in my hair as he thrust one last time, pulling back just as he reached his climax. With a grunt of satisfaction, he released, hot and thick across my face, the warmth of it splattering my lips, cheeks, and chin.

But he wasn’t done. Grabbing my arm, he dragged me in front of the mirror, making me kneel with my legs spread wide, the cum still dripping down my chin.

“Look at yourself,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Such a desperate little slut willing to prove she's obedient.” he pointed out to me, as I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup was smeared, my lips swollen and wet, and the throbbing need between my legs was unbearable. I looked like a desperate little whore—and that’s exactly what I was. The sight of myself, wrecked and covered in his cum, made me crave his approval even more.

"Masturbate yourself for me while you say your mantra out loud," he commanded me.

My heart raced as I knelt there, fingers trembling as they hovered over my clit. The same mantra I’d been forced to repeat during my two weeks of edging, when I’d been denied over and over again, now came rushing back. Only this time, it felt even more real, as I saw myself kneeling in front of the mirror, with him standing behind me, my face covered in his cum, desperate for release.

“I’m a desperate little slut,” I began, my voice soft but full of need. “Craving to be an obedient little whore. ”

The familiar rhythm of the mantra took over, just like it had when I’d edged myself, trembling with frustration, repeating it through the haze of denial. But now, the words felt heavier, as I stared at my reflection, fingers slowly rubbing my clit, knowing I was on the edge again.

“I’m not allowed to cum,” I whispered, my breath catching. “until I’ve proven to be a good submissive little slut. My dripping wet pussy needs to be controlled.”

Each word felt like a trigger, pulling me deeper into my submission. My fingers moved faster, my body trembling as the desperation I’d been conditioned to accept overwhelmed me. The memory of the weeks I’d spent edging, repeating this mantra alone in my room, mixed with the reality of now—kneeling in front of him, so close to finally getting what I craved.

“Say it again,” he demanded. “Louder.”

“I’m a desperate little slut,” I gasped, my fingers slipping against my wetness. “Craving to be an obedient little whore. I’m not allowed to cum until I’ve proven to be a good submissive little slut. My dripping wet pussy needs to be controlled.”

The words tumbled out, familiar and degrading, but they made my need sharper. I could feel myself spiraling closer to that edge, the same edge I’d been left on so many times before.

“I’m a desperate little slut craving to be an obedient little whore. I’m not allowed to cum”

He let me continue for what felt like an eternity, my body trembling with the need to cum, fingers slick with my arousal. My reflection taunted me—makeup ruined, pussy dripping, lips parted in a desperate moan. I was on the verge of losing control, the pleasure too intense to bear.

Until finally he whispered the words I had been dying to hear in my ear. “Cum for me, slut.”

My body obeyed instantly, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I cried out, fingers working my clit furiously as I watched myself fall apart in the mirror. My orgasm tore through me, uncontrollable, leaving me gasping and shaking. The sight of my reflection—cum dripping down my face, my body trembling—burned into my mind. I was exactly what I had always wanted to be—his obedient little whore, as I kept repeating the mantra through my moans.

"Until I’ve proven to be a good submissive little slut. My dripping wet pussy needs to be controlled.”

As the final tremors of my climax faded, I slumped forward slightly, breathing heavily, my body shaking. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to the mirror. My face was a mess—cum streaked across my skin, mascara running down my cheeks, lips swollen and wet with saliva. I looked wrecked, every bit the desperate slut I’d admitted to being.

His presence loomed behind me, his gaze heavy on my bare skin as I stared at my reflection, lost in the wreckage of what I had become. “Look at yourself,” he murmured, his tone low, but dripping with authority. “See what you are now. My little slut, covered in cum, makeup smeared, pussy still dripping. This is who you’ve always wanted to be.”

I stared at the girl in the mirror—no, not just a girl. A filthy, obedient slut. His words sliced through the haze of my fading orgasm, and the weight of what I had done sank in, making my heart pound with the overwhelming reality. I had crossed that line. This wasn’t a fantasy anymore. I was the desperate, needy whore I craved to be. And the truth of it made my body throb all over again.

“See what you really are,” he continued, stepping closer, his heat enveloping me. “A filthy little whore, desperate and needy, willing to ruin herself for me.”

My chest tightened at his words, and I felt my pulse quicken as they echoed inside me. He was right. This is exactly who I was. This was what I had longed for, what had kept me on the edge for weeks. I wanted him to see how far I would fall for him, to know just how much I craved to be broken for him.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his voice sharp and expectant. “What does this make you?”

My reflection stared back at me, a perfect picture of ruin—face streaked with his cum, mascara smeared down my cheeks, lips swollen and wet from his cock, and my pussy still dripping with unrelenting need. I had done this for him. I had become this for him.

“A slut,” I whispered, my voice trembling, barely able to admit it out loud.

His lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his approval washing over me like a reward. “Yes, a good submissive little slut. Look at the mess you’ve become—that’s who you really are. My little whore, broken and ready to be used.”

A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine at his words, the truth of them settling deep in my core. This wasn’t just a role I had played—it was who I was. His little slut, his obedient whore, ready to give myself over completely.

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, sending another jolt of arousal through me. “Look at yourself and remember this,” he whispered. “This is who you are now. This is what you’ve always wanted to be.”

I stared at the girl in the mirror, her eyes wide with realization, cum streaked across her face, makeup ruined, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. I had become everything I craved to be. This was who I was. And it made me burn with desire all over again.

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<Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Keira, no that wasn't right - Kira was in a daze as she walked down the street. She had just left the salon, hugging Ava on the way out. She was practically giggling and had to fight the urge to run her hands through her hair. She didn't want to ruin all the hard work Ava had done. She felt good, she felt confident, Kira could feel it in the way she held herself, the way she felt like she was walking with purpose in her heels. She could tell people were glancing at her, normally Keira would have hated that, but today Kira loved it. If this was how a trip to the salon made you feel, she understood how other women could spend, so much money, so often doing it. Of course, she didn't have to pay anything; this morning had been a treat from Daddy. 

Kira was feeling a bit tipsy from the champagne, she only had two glasses over several hours, but she had also neglected to eat breakfast that morning and was feeling the effect slightly. Since she was not going blonde Kira had finished at the Salon sooner than expected so still had time before whatever Daddy had planned next. She decided he could also treat her to a coffee and croissant. The coffee shop was busy with people coming and going and Kira couldn't help but notice how people were treating her differently. Women looked at her up and down, judging and evaluating, men's eyes automatically going to her breasts and then her face. Kira knew that right now she looked amazing and it felt great. 

The battery in her toy had died as she was leaving the salon, but it didn't matter she could still feel the thrum through her vagina at the attention she was getting. One man stopped to hold the door open as she entered and Kira couldn't help but flash him a wide smile as she passed "Like oh my god, thank you so much, that's so sweet." When she passed, Kira couldn't help but put a little extra sway in her step, she didn't know why but she wanted to see if she could keep his eyes on her. Kira couldn't conceal her smirk when she turned her head and saw he was checking out her ass. Kira's imagination went into overdrive. She could imagine herself walking back over him, biting her lower lip as she put his hands on her ass saying 'You like what you see?'

Kira was taken from the daydream as the barista called "next" and for a brief moment, Keira flashed back to the forefront of her mind. A wave of panic washed over her. 'What the fuck was she doing? This wasn't her, she should be at work, not wasting her time at a salon and fantasizing about flirting with men, this had gone way too far. She wanted to just run out of the coffee shop and for her life to go back to normal. Keira turned her head to look for the exit but instead caught her reflection in the mirror behind the counter. Before she could realise what was happening she had instinctively started looking at herself. Turning her head to make sure she still looked good. Keira could feel a wave of pleasure wash over her, with her thoughts shifting to, 'I do look really good, might need to fix my lipstick soon'. She looked at her nails, turning her hand over to check them out from different angles, she even caught a glimpse of her new piercing. 'Maybe it wasn't so bad, it could defo look sexy with a crop top - not that she owned any. Anyway, no one needed to know about it. It wasn't like she wore anything that showed her midriff.' She thought. Keira could feel herself relax again. She wanted to at least try and enjoy today, not because Daddy wanted her to or at least not just because Daddy wanted her to, but because part of her wanted to enjoy it too. 

Kira was back on the street coffee in hand when Daddy's message arrived she had opted for an Iced Horchata instead of Keira's normal black Americano, today was about treats and feeling good.  

[Be honest Princess, don't you feel much better after your treat?] Keira hated to admit it, but the truth was she did. This morning at the salon was the first time all week that she hadn't felt like a bundle of nerves, stressed about work or what was going on in her life. She even had to admit she loved her look, the slight curl of her hair and the way it bounced as she walked. She loved catching glimpses of herself, her nails, the strange, but pleasant feeling of the belly button piercing as it swayed when she moved. 

Keira knew she would need to reply to Daddy. Part of her wanted to lie and tell him that she had hated the whole experience and would never do it again, but that wouldn't be what he wanted to hear. He would probably be quicker to let his guard down and make a mistake if he felt like whatever he was doing was working. Plus, what was the harm in telling him the truth, she'd just had her hair and nails done, other women do that all the time. 

[i mean yeah ok... i like luv it Daddy, i like sort of cant stop looking at myself x] Where did the 'x' come from? Had she meant to do that? Maybe she was being Kira a little too much. 

[It's just a shame your outfit is letting down the whole look.]  Keira was taken aback when she read the message. Daddy for the most part had been sweet to her, and she realised up to this point had never lied to her. Keira could feel her stress and panic come back, it hit like a bus, but this time it wasn't about work, it was about her clothes. God, Daddy was right. Her fashion sense really was awful. No wonder all those people had been looking at her, they weren't checking her out at all because they thought she looked good, they'd probably been silently laughing at her. At how pathetic her outfit was. How could she have been so stupid! Keira felt like she was having a panic attack, her stomach was twisting into knots. She felt ill. It was like the klaxon ringing in her ear.

[But don't worry about that Princess, we're going to fix it today.] The message from Daddy came through with a pin to an up-market shopping centre not far away. [Would Princess like Daddy to spoil her with new clothes, that match her new look? The new and better Princess we are awaking?] Keira had never felt the need to respond to a message from Daddy more in her life. She needed this feeling to stop, she just wanted to go back to feeling good again. She deserved to be happy, even for just a little bit after the week she had been having. Kira's mind was engulfed in conflict between being embarrassed by what she was wearing and getting turned on thinking about all the sexy stuff Daddy was going to buy her. 

[yes Daddy pls pls pls i like rly need new stuff. I like hate what i'm wearing]  Keira knew what she had just sent, and she couldn't even pretend to herself that it was some trick to appease Daddy. In that moment she would have done anything to look like the girls she had spent all week studying online, like all the women Daddy had sent her pictures of. She needed her outfit to match her face. 

[Good girl] Keira felt instant relief, it strangely felt good to be so open and honest with Daddy. She felt giddy inside thinking about all the new stuff she was going buy, all the new styles she was going to try out. Her mind was flipping through all the different items she had spent so much time browsing, all the different dresses, tops, tight trousers and accessories Daddy was going to buy her. Her vagina was practically dripping thinking about it. [Daddy is so proud of the steps you're taking, but I want you to admit this is what you really want. That you are enjoying this, that you love how good it's making you feel.] It was like he was in her mind, Keira had to sit down on a bench to process what Daddy was asking. Did she want this? Was she enjoying it? The realisation that the answer was yes, came surprisingly easy. 

[yes Daddy]

[I want you to type it out to me. I want you to tell me what you enjoy about it.] Keira just started typing she wasn't even really thinking, she didn't need to, it just came flowing out, the voice in her head not quite her own, an amalgamation of her own and how she imagined Daddy sounded. 

[omg, its true it rly is i like luv it. I luv how i look rite now, but not like my yucky clothes, i luv my makeup i luvdoing my makeup, making myself look better. I luv feeling this horny, i like didnt at the start but it like just feels rite now. i cant like explain it but i need to look my best] Keira hit send without reading back what she had written. 

[That makes Daddy so happy to hear. I can't wait to see what you pick for your new wardrobe. There are a few new rules that you will want to follow when shopping from now on. You must always ask yourself is this sexy? Will this make a man want to fuck me? Will this make a man want to have your lips wrapped around his cock? Will this show off my tits, will this make my ass look good? Going forward you'll get a thrill and turned on knowing that everything you now own, was chosen by me and paid for by me. Good girls like you deserve to be spoiled after all.] Reading the message Kira could feel her orgasm building she couldn't stop the thoughts of men fucking her, of her sucking them off and how good it would feel. The thought of men looking at her and wanting to fuck her, of all the sexy clothes Daddy was going to spoil her with. Kira's watch started buzzing and sounding the warning she was too close to cumming.   

[I can tell you liked that Princess, but you have to remember you're not allowed to cum without my permission.] Kira knew it was true, just because she had admitted to herself how much she was enjoying this didn't mean she wanted Daddy to publish her nudes. She had to get herself under control. She stood up and started pacing the pavement to try and get herself under control, but even her jeans touching her felt too good. Kira suddenly became aware of her new piercing as it jangled and all she could think about was how sexy it looked and how glad she was Daddy made her get it. She couldn't wait to show it off. It wasn't until she saw herself reflected in a storefront window that she was able to calm herself. Ironically it was what she was wearing that finally quelled her arousal. There was nothing sexy about how she looked. Something she would never do again. Kira caught her breath and texted Daddy. 

[its like ok ive got it under control x] 

[Good girl, why don't you take 5 before you start shopping?]  Kira could feel her anger with Daddy come rolling back. Sure he had his sweet moments, but if he thought she was spending a second longer than she had to in this outfit she would show him. The arrogance of thinking he could get her wait was appalling, he knew how important it was, how much she desperately needed to get out these clothes. Anyway, she wouldn't have needed to take the 5 minutes if he would only let her cum. Sure constantly feeling horny was starting to feel pretty great, but Kira knew what she could handle and certainly didn't need Daddy to tell her otherwise.

***

Kira practically ran with giddy excitement as fast as her heels would allow to the first clothing store she could find. She hunted the racks as quickly as she could for A. something Daddy would approve. B. something that would make men want to fuck her and C. Something that was appropriate for shopping in. The afternoon was growing hot and Kira knew she wanted something that would show off her legs, she knew guys found legs sexy. Kira couldn't help but think how much hotter it would have been in the coffee shop if the guy had been able to get a better look at her ass. She decided at that moment, that from now on, except for when she was in the gym she was only going to wear heels. It only made sense, they made your legs and ass look so much hotter. 

Kira knew she would be busy replacing her whole wardrobe so she opted for a pair of denim shorts, with a Gucci belt, a white tee and a pair of black heeled boots, finished off with a pair of sunglasses. Kira could feel herself getting more turned on as Daddy approved each item she sent him a picture of. 

[That's so sexy Princess, I like it. Good girl.]

Part of her was alarmed at letting a man have so much say over how she should dress, but it was hard to deny how turned on it was making her, knowing that she could look this sexy, knowing that Daddy and other men would want to fuck her - not that she would ever let them, she wasn't that kind of girl - it just made her feel powerful and confident knowing that she could make them want to. 

Kira got an intoxicating thrill when using Daddy's card to pay, she knew her toy was tucked away safely in her handbag, but she could almost swear she could feel a vibration in her vagina when her phone dinged to confirm the payment. 

Kira could barely contain her excitement as she made her way to the changing room. The urge to get out of her ugly clothes was too strong, the desire too great. Kira was practically out of her old clothes by the time she had locked the changing room door, she never wanted to feel them against her skin again, they repulsed her. It was then that Kira got her first proper look at her new belly button jewellery. As she gently played with it she decided that she actually quite liked it. It looked so hot with her developing tan. Pulling on her new clothes, Kira felt like her whole body was pulsing with excitement. It was undeniable that she looked instantly better, every time she turned to look at her body from a different angle she could feel herself getting wetter, getting more turned on just by the thrill of knowing she could look this hot.  

Kira wasn't aware when her hand had moved from adjusting her hair to the inside of her pants, but she didn't care it felt too good to rub while looking at herself, to revel in the pleasure of looking and feeling your best. To imagine all those hungry eyes that were going to be on her. Kira reluctantly slipped her hand out, knowing she was getting too close to the edge. She wanted to just look at herself and run her hands over her body but knew it would be dangerous. Kira's mind was split at that moment with one half desperate orgasm and the other revelling in always feeling this horny, this turned-on, this happy and in love with her own body. What would happen if or when Daddy finally gave her permission to cum? Kira pushed the thought from her head. Today wasn't about worry or stress, today was about being happy, looking her best and being spoiled by Daddy. When she finally exited the changing room, she left her old clothes discarded in a pile. 

The rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind of shops, picking out stuff for every occasion she could think of - work, the gym date nights, the list was endless. Did she really need that many clubbing dresses considering she hadn't set foot in a nightclub in like 5 years? Probably not, but they were just so pretty, and she knew she would look so hot in them.  

Kira hadn't bothered looking at the price of anything Daddy was buying her, but she was sure she had probably spent far more than her annual salary. She fell in love with the Louboutins the moment she saw them, they cost half her monthly salary alone, but when she sent Daddy a picture of the black So Kates, he insisted she get the nude ones along with the Botta Alta and a matching handbag. They were so pretty Kira couldn't resist taking a picture with them while trying on new outfits. She knew Daddy had access to her phone so was careful not to show too much anytime she took one. The last thing she needed was to give him more material.

With each new outfit, Kira was in a daze, half not believing it was really her and half finally feeling like herself. After each transaction, Kira expected the card Daddy and put on her phone to stop working, but it never did and each time a payment went through a wave of giddy pleasure washed over her. 

Kira ended up buying so much stuff that she had to use a courier service to drop the bags off at her home. It wasn't until she finally got home that she realized just how much she got. Her apartment was filled with bags. Designer labels littered the floor.

Kira now had more clothes and shoes than she knew what to do with. It was more than double what Daddy had made her throw out. She was going to have to figure out where she was going to put everything as she was sure they would never all fit in her wardrobe. 

It wasn't until she was going through all the sexy new clothes that she noticed an extra parcel, and it was something she didn't buy. It was a package wrapped in gold paper and tied in a bow with a thick ribbon. It was another surprise from Daddy. 

END OF CHAPTER 8

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Emily Was Smart

This started as a bluesky post, but I ended ups losing what I had written. Decided to expand it on here and it's sort of taken on a life of it own. This Part One of what I hope will only be two!

Emily was smart, and she knew she was smart. She consistently got the highest marks in her class, something she was proud of, but it wasn't exactly difficult to achieve, considering the school she went to and where she lived. Emily was from the rough part of town, the area respectable people avoid when they're alone. Emily lived on a council estate and was determined not to let that define her, not like the other chav girls on the estate. Not like Rebecca or 'Becca' as she now liked to be called. Rebecca had once been her only friend, someone who saw the world the way she did; that if you worked hard in school, went to University and got a good job you could improve your life. That was until Rebecca gave in to peer pressure and became Becca. Overnight she went from her best friend to being just like all the other chav bitches on the estate. She's started drinking, smoking and dressing like a slut. Last Emily heard Becca had been expelled after she was caught on her knees giving a boy a blowjob in the school bathrooms. No, Emily would never be like that. Emily was smart, she was going to University in September and would never look back. All she had to do was study over the weekend and ace her final German language exam.

***

Emily had no plans for the weekend, besides reading and studying. She was leaving the Library with her customary stack of new books to devour when she bashed into someone.  

Tumbling to the ground she heard the sound of a voice she recognised. "Fuckin' watch it, would ya" it was Becca. Emily was flustered as she pulled herself off the ground and saw Becca standing in front of her. She was clearly in the middle of getting her hair done. Emily could smell foul cigarette smoke mingled with cheap perfume coming off her clothes. Emily was taken aback by how much Rebecca had changed. Gone was the brunette hair of her former friend; in its place was a blonde dye job in curlers, a face thick with makeup, fake lashes and ugly lip filler squeezed into a blue tracksuit now calling herself Becca. "I'm so sorry Rebecca, I didn't see you," said Emily trying to defuse the situation. 

"Who the fuck you callin' Rebecca? It's Becca to you or Bex to my mates." A look of recognition appeared on Becca's face followed by a sharp mocking laugh. "Oh my god, is that Emily Brown? You're bigger lookin' disaster than I remember." looking at the stack of scattered books she added, "see you ain't grown up n are still n to all that stupid school stuff." 

"I didn't mean to bump into you. You don't need to insult me, Becca."  Said Emily with more venom than she knew she was capable of.

"The only insult here is how you look" 

"Well, I'm surprised you can see anything with those spider legs you call eyelashes stuck to your face."

"Yeah whatever I know a jealous bitch when I see one, You wish you looked half as fit as me!" Emily could feel her blood pressure rise at that last comment. Like she would ever be jealous of someone like Becca, some common slag from the estate. 

"As if I would be a jealous chav slut like you! I'm going somewhere with my life, somewhere better than this dive with people better than you!" spat Emily. She'd had enough of dealing with girls like Becca. Sure this was the first time she had spoken to Becca in over a year, but she had plenty of run-ins with other chav girls just like her on the estate; all the pent-up anger and resentment had come bubbling to the surface. Emily waited for her words to hit, to see the hurt and realisation on Becca's face, but it never came; instead, she just smiled.

"Ha, you really think you're so much better, well you ain't shit, you're just a stuck-up loser, who needs a good shag, and to have some fun!" Becca's smile became a devious smirk as an idea formed. "Why don't I help you for old time's sake?" 

Emily saw Becca raise her hand, she was sure she was about to slap her. The last thing Emily wanted to do was get in a fight, but she was too frozen in fear to move. The next thing she knew Becca's tacky fake French manicure acrylics were racking across her face in a sharp but fleeting bloom of pain.  

Emily held her hand to her face as she watched Becca ascend the escalator. Emily was sure she had broken the skin, but she didn't feel any blood. With a smug knowing look on her face, Becca looked back and said, "Send me a message, when you realise you're really just a chav slut like me and want to apologise!"

***

Emily was back home in her bedroom trying to read and as far as she was able to tell Becca hadn't left a visible mark when she scratched her; only a tingle where her nails had made contact. Emily was trying to concentrate on studying, but it just felt so pointless and boring. She couldn't get Becca's smug face and words out of her head. Maybe she wasn't better than Becca? What would her life be like if she stayed friends with her? Images formed in her head of herself wearing fake tan, large hoop earrings and her own long sexy eyelashes. Sexy? Where had that thought come from, no they were ugly and made you look cheap. But maybe if she did have them she wouldn't be a virgin loser anymore and she could get off with the lads. Emily could feel the tingle from her face move through her body and felt herself growing wet. Thoughts of how good it would be to finally fuck someone made her start to bring her hand to her pussy. Thoughts of her blowing boys in the school bathroom, like a chav slut.

That's when she noticed her hand on her book and she snapped back to reality, fear and horror took over as she watched sexy pink acrylics form on her fingers.

Emily brought her hands to her hair as her mind was suddenly bombarded with new wants and desires. A battle was raging in her head, she was Emily, she was smart. No, she was a chav slut who needed a shag. She was going to University. Opinions shifted and changed in her head. Why the fuck was she wasting her time at school. School was boring, what did she need school for? Emily could feel her lips start to puff out like she'd just gotten lip filler as a bronze glow spread across her skin. 

Warring thoughts of 'please no, what's happening', and 'I bet these will feel great wrapped around a cock' brought equal measures of pain and pleasure. Emily knew she had to fight it, but she didn't know why. Why fight? She was a chav slut, right? Getting wrecked and fucking lads was all that mattered? Not being some prissy virgin loser? Why had she been so bitchy to Becca? She really was just like her. Or she wanted to be right? But Emily hated the chav look? Then why was feeling so jealous of her hot former bestie? 

***

Emily didn't know how long she had been asleep, she must have blacked out; from the pain or pleasure, she didn't know. All that mattered was that everything was clear, she knew what mattered and who she really was. She was a slag, a slut and a chav. Emily brought her nails to her juicy and plump lips. She loved how sexy they looked, she knew they would look great wrapped around a big cock. Emily knew what she needed, and it wasn't books or an education, it was a party with fits lads and booze. The only problem was, whatever had changed her hadn't changed her wardrobe or bedroom. She had barely any makeup and her clothes were shit.

A smile formed on her newly inflated lips as she remembered Becca had said to message her. She laughed and thought 'that bitch knew this was going to happen.' Emily grabbed her phone and started typing.  

[Babes I'm like proper sorry. You were like so right! Thks for like whatever the fuck you did to me. I luv it!!! but I need your help! my stuff is total shit and they're ain't no way I'm wasting another weekend stuck in the house!]

***

20 Minutes later Emily was sitting in Becca's bedroom. It had changed since the last time she had been there, changed as she had or as they both had Emily thought with a smile. Gone were the trophies and stuffed animals, now it was all pink with stuffed wardrobes full of skimpy outfits and the desk had been replaced with a vanity.

Emily was trying to listen as Becca bubbled with excitement explaining what was happening to her, but she had this uneasy feeling at the back of her mind like her body needed something, something other than a lad inside her.  

"Basically it's like magic babe, same thing happened to me, that's happenin' to you. Except you have this sexy bitch to help you out right? Some random bitch scratched me with her nails and my whole life just started changin' But it only works on your body 'n mind. You might still have the old you pop back in at the start. That's how I got caught sucking off Dylan O in the girls. The old me popped back n started freaking out. Perv-master Smith heard" Emily was getting impatient and annoyed, she was craving something she just didn't know what, but Becca kept going on. "It's like you change overnight, I was even more of slag than I am now those first few weeks if that's possible. Takes you a bit 'til you learn how to control it"

Becca stopped at this point in her story and lit a cigarette, the moment Emily smelt the smoke she knew what she was craving. She needed a fag. She knew old her would be horrified. She always hated the smell and had mocked the smokers needing their 'nic fix' in between classes, but Chav Emily knew she was desperate for a smoke. It made a weird sort of sense if what Becca said was true about her scratch changing your body and mind. Everyone knew that chav girls smoked or at least vaped so it made sense to Emily that she would too.  

"Becca babes, give us one of those would you?"   

"What? One of these?" Becca said waving her cigarette in front of Emily's face. "Didn't you use to say it was disgusting and only idiots started smoking" Emily knew she did use to say and believe that, but that was the old her, new her knew instinctively she was gasping for fag. Her body needed it. 

"Please Becca, I'm like proper desperate, just a drag"

"I'm only messing with you, help yourself, but only for tonight, you'll need to get your own." Becca tossed the pack and lighter to Emily and instinct took over, her body and mind already knew what to do. Emily put her first-ever cigarette in her mouth and lit it inhaling deep as a sense of relief washed over her. 

Logically she knew this was her first time smoking, and she should have been coughing and feeling ill. Her body on the other hand felt like she had done this thousands of times before, but had just been deprived of nicotine for too long. 

"Fuck I needed this" said Emily as she slowly exhaled. “Thanks, babe.”

Becca took a picture while she was blowing out the smoke, "You look so fucking hot with a fag. We've gotta start posting on insta, let the fellas know there's a new girl on the estate." Emily loved the idea, she couldn't wait to get fucked up and hit the town. Thinking about the old her filled her with anger, just a pathetic loser nerd who didn't know how to have fun. She had lost time to make up for and wanted to destroy her old self-image. To make sure no one ever remembered what she used to be like. 

Emily spent the next hour getting ready at Becca's. Her hands moved automatically as she applied thick layers of makeup, drew on her eyebrows and added her new false lashes. Putting on a pair of Becca’s oversized hoop earrings made her shiver with pleasure. The only time she paused was for another fag or to swig from the bottle of vodka Becca had handed her. Becca couldn't help but admire how hot she looked, she stared at herself in disbelief that she was the same girl as before. Tanned and covered in makeup she finally felt like she belonged. 

Laying down on the bed Emily took a picture for her feed with the caption. Gurls lock up you men ;). Updating her profile she rolled her eyes at the old shit she used to post. 'Arsty' skyline pictures and photos of her cat called Lace, she couldn't believe she'd ever thought she been so cool for naming her after Ada Lovelace, she really had been a pretentious twat. 

By the time Emily was dressed she was already feeling a little drunk and it was only 5pm, but Becca had said they needed to get going. Becca and her other mates were meeting in the park before heading out for pre-drinks. Emily couldn't tell if she was nervous or excited, Becca was the only person who knew she was a proper chav now, she didn't know how her mates would react to seeing the changes from the stuck up little bitch she used to be. Emily figured if it came to she'd just have to give them a kicking if they got too mouthy with her.

On the way Becca said they needed to stop for supplies at the corner shop. While Becca was getting the stuff Emily slipped a bottle of wine into her handbag; she had never stolen anything before, but the act gave her a thrill, she could feel her nipples getting hard because she was doing something she knew was wrong, something that carried an element of danger if she got caught. She couldn't help but turn towards the security camera and pose for the old man who owned the shop.

Emily laughed to herself that she was likely to give the old bloke either a hard-on or a heart attack if he saw it later.        

***

Emily was exhilarated leaving the shop, she couldn't remember the last time she’d had this much fun. She staggered and laughed as she opened her bag to show Becca what she had done. 

“Your turning into a proper bad bitch Emz! I'm proper glad we’re mates again!” The name hit Emily and sunk in, ‘Emz’ fit way better for a girl like her. Emily was a name for nerd, Emz was a proper name for a chav like her. 

“You’re not like mad or anything that I've done this to you?” said Becca with a serious look in her eye. 

“Babe I'm pissed” said Emily trying to match Becca’s serious expression before bursting out into laughter. “Pissed you didn't do it sooner ‘n pissed I didn't get tits like yours!” Emz lurched forward and grabbed Becca’s tits to emphasize her point not caring that she was in the middle of the street where everyone could see. A middle-aged woman pushing a pram tutted as she passed and Emz responded without thinking. "You got a problem or somethin' you frigid old cunt?" Both girls laughed as they made their way down the street.

***

As they got closer to the park, both girls turned when they heard, "Oi, oi Bex, you're looking tight tonight." Emz recognised him. It took her a second to place his name. It was Darren. He had been in the year above her at school. What Emz had never realised before was just how fit he was.

Darren wrapped his arm around Becca. "Who's this gorgeous little tart, then? I don't recognise her."

"This is my mate Emz." holding her cigarette Emz did a little spin so Darren could properly check her out and added, "You like what you see then hansom?"

"Wait, I know you, ain't you that bitch who grassed on me for knocking the shite out of Joey Monson?" Emz was that bitch or rather Emily had been. At the time she had been appaled by the violence, now she just found it funny and a little bit of a turn-on. Luckily Becca, was there to defend her. 

"Yeah, but she ain't like that no more, she's proper sorry about that, ain't ya babes?" 

"Proper soz, I was a cow back then, but like Bex says I ain't like that no more." Emz took a long drag on her cigarette to emphasise the point.

"what say you make it up to me then?" Darren stepped away from Becca toward Emz and adjusted his cock. Emz could tell from the bulge that in his tracksuit bottoms that he must have been packing a monster. Playing cot she responded while licking her lip. 

"whatcha have in mind then babe?" Darren came closer again and put his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her arse and giving it a squeeze.

"Why don't you come with me and I'll show ya. Emz could feel herself getting wet, and realised that she was gagging for it. 

"Lead the way then lover boy." she said with a smirk as Darren started guiding towards the back of an abandoned house.    

What was left of the garden was overgrown and full of rubbish. Darren positioned himself against the wall and dropped his bottoms and boxers. Emz was transfixed, she could honestly say she had never seen a cock so big before, hell she had never seen any cock in real life before, but she knew enough to know his was a monster. Her mouth instinctively opened at the sight of it, her body already knowing what it wanted and needed. 

"You just gonna stand there 'n look at it? Or are ya still too much of a prude? Emz walked up to Darren and started making out with him as she used her hand to stroke his cock. Breaking the kiss she purred in his ear, "Let's find out." She could feel him getting harder each time she moved her hand up and down. His firmness felt like it belonged in her hand. She could tell Darren was enjoying it and that only turned her on more. Emz was vaguely aware that Becca was watching and had her phone in her hand, but she was more focused on how pretty her nails looked wrapped around his member than what Becca was doing. Her hand seem so small in comparison. 

"What ya waiting for slut, on your knees" Emz felt a shiver of pleasure run through her as Darren called her a slut. As she did what he told her and got to her knees she used one hand to hold her hair behind her head and then ran her tongue along the underside of his dick before putter her mouth over the tip. 

"mmmm fuck, you really are a dirty little slut now." each word he spoke only made Emz wetter and she brought her free hand to pussy and began rubbing. She had never felt as horny in her life, giving her first blowjob to some lad she hardly knew behind a building. She loved the feeling of his cock against her inflated lips and understood now why they were called DSLs. 

Becca was sitting a short distance away swigging from the bottle Emz had stolen earlier.

Part of her felt she should feel bad for what she had done to Emily, but she just didn't. She knew Emz would be happier this way and she looked like she was having fun with her hand in her panties and the enthusiasm she had as her head bopped up and down. Becca could feel her nipples getting hard watching her former goodie two-shoes friend suck cock like a pro. Reaching into her pocket Becca took out her phone and started recording.

Darren brought his hand to the back of her head and forced his cock further down her throat. Emz fought the urge to gag and was able to suppress it as saliva dripped down her chin. Moving her head back and forth faster she heard him say "You fucking love that don't you slag?" Emz broke momentarily from sucking him off and between gasps for air said "I fucking love it." With Darren's rock hard cock back in her mouth he said. "Tell me you're a dirty little slut who loves my big cock" Breaking off again Emz repeated what he said, "I'm a dirty little slut who loves your big cock." She could feel his cock twitch when she gulped on it once more and she knew he was nearing cumming. Emz was close too, her fingers were gliding in and out of her wet slit faster and faster. "Tell me again, Tell me what you are!" 

"I'm a slut" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan.

"I'm a whore" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan.

"I'm a bitch" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan.  The cycle repeated. Emz was so close to cumming, every word she spoke took her closer to the edge.

"I'm just" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan "a chav" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan "slut" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan, CUM. Emz felt Darren's load hit the back of her mouth and it caused her to moan out in pleasure as she came along with him. She sat back on the ground trying to catch her breath and could feel a dribble of his cum she wasn't able to swallow drip on her tits. She felt giddy, she felt numb, she felt pins and needles on every millimetre of her skin, she felt incredible. 

TO BE CONTINUED  

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The sun was shining, April was at the park relaxing, watching her nephew playing. A man walked past her and stopped, he looked back, seeing the girl engrossed in a book. He smiled, and in his hand appeared an ice cream cone. He stepped towards her. “Here you go, a present on a hot day.”

April looked at the man, she would never accept anything from guys she didn’t know and this was clearly something she shouldn’t take, “oh umm thanks.”

He grinned and turned to walk off, she watched him leave the park, clearly if he was going to do something to her he would’ve stuck around to reap his rewards. She felt the ice cream melt down on her hand. She sighed, one taste wouldn’t be bad.

Her first lick, it was like the ice cream exploded in her mouth, she felt so alive. The book disappeared from next to her, becoming an audiobook, but then instead of audible, it changed to Spotify and became nothing more than upbeat pop songs playing in her ears.

The second lick, her hair get longer and turned golden blonde. She felt the trickles of hair hitting the back of her neck for the first time in years. She giggled as her mind was starting to succumb to changes.

Another few licks, her clothes were starting to change, from tshirt and jeans, to tshirt with suggestive words and skimpy jean shorts.

Another lick and her skin started to glow with a sexy tan. She giggled as she watched some little boy running around, her knowledge of him being her nephew had faded away.

Her glasses changed to shades with her next few licks, the ice cream was melting but didn’t seem to be disappearing like it should. Looking at it only made her want to eat it more now.

Another lick and she was thinking of so many more things she could have in her mouth today.

Another lick and thoughts of the man who walked past crept into her thoughts.

Another lick and she stood up, maybe she could talk to the guy before he left, she hoped he hadn’t left yet. He was nice to give her something to lick, maybe he had something else she could lick.

She walked towards the parking lot, walking past a worried mother about her age looking for her son, as she made it to the parking lot to see the guy leaning against his car waiting for her.

She tossed the ice cream into a large trash bin as she giggled and leapt into the man’s waiting arms as he smiled. Like ice cream he has tons of different flavors of girls back at his house.

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Nothing Left

The bathroom door creaked open.

“Jules?” Frank’s voice filtered in from the hallway. “You’re up early.”

Julia whipped around, clutching the towel tighter around her chest. Her heart jumped. “Frank, wait—”

He stepped into the doorway and froze.

His eyes locked on her. Blinked. Then blinked again.

Standing in the soft bathroom light was a girl—no, a woman—but barely. Long platinum-blonde hair hung over one shoulder, straight and glossy. Her skin practically glowed, poreless and dewy. Her waist was narrow, her arms smooth and firm, and the high-cut black bodysuit she wore hugged her like a second skin.

“What the hell?” Frank finally breathed.

She exhaled, eyes wide. “Don’t panic. I can explain. Sort of.”

He stepped back half a pace, scanning her face, her body, like his brain refused to connect the two. “Who are you?” he asked. “Where’s my—what the fuck is this?”

“It’s me, Frank. It’s Julia.”

He stared like she was a stranger who had just stepped out of a dream—or a nightmare.

She took a slow step forward. “Please. Look at my eyes. Listen to me. It’s me. I swear to God.”

His gaze lingered on her face—her younger, tighter, untouched face—then flicked lower, almost involuntarily, before yanking itself back.

Julia gave a nervous laugh. “I know. Believe me, I know. It’s insane. I woke up like this an hour ago.”

Frank sank onto the toilet lid like the air had been knocked out of him. “Jesus, Julia.”

“I know.”

The room was silent except for the soft hum of the bathroom fan.

“I stopped into that new place yesterday,” she finally said, wrapping the towel tighter around her hips. “Mystic Currents. You know, that weird little crystal shop near the wine bar.”

Frank barely nodded.

“They had this pouch of stones or something. The woman said it would help me ‘feel young again.’ I thought she meant, like, emotionally. I wasn’t expecting to literally rewind twenty-five years.”

He stared, unmoving.

Julia rubbed her arm. “Madison’s gone. The house is so empty. I almost felt like I had nothing left and I guess I just wanted to feel something again. Not like some forgotten forty-five-year-old woman... eating leftovers with her husband and watching reruns every night.”

Frank’s eyes finally met hers. That same softness was still there. Doubtful, but present.

“I don’t feel sick,” she said. “Or anything. I kind of feel good. No more achy joints.”

He looked her over one more time, more gently this time. “You sound different, but you talk like you.”

“I am me.”

He exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “This is... a lot.”

“No shit.”

“What do we do?”

She gave him a look, finally letting herself smirk, just a little. “For now?”

She turned toward the hallway.

“Coffee.”

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The crop top clung just right, loose around the sleeves but cropped enough to show a perfect sliver of toned stomach. The jeans hugged her hips like they’d been vacuum-sealed on.

Julia tugged at the waistband. “God, these are tight.”

Frank stood in the doorway, watching her with an unreadable expression.

“They’re the only thing that fits,” she said. “Unless you want me walking around in a bathrobe.”

He cleared his throat. “Right. No, I just…yeah. You look…”

Julia arched an eyebrow. “Don’t say it.”

“I wasn’t going to,” he muttered, grabbing the car keys.

She followed him, slipping on a pair of low-profile sneakers Madison had abandoned in the hall closet.

The car ride was awkward. Quiet. Frank fiddled with the radio, finally settling on something soft and instrumental to just fill the silence.

The grocery store was busy. Sunday afternoon crowds, people pushing carts filled with soda and snacks and whatever the hell “protein water” was. Julia stuck close to Frank as they passed the produce section.

Julia stayed close as they passed the produce section, her hips swaying casually as she walked just ahead.

“Grab the cherry tomatoes,” he said, reaching for a bag of romaine.

“Already got them.” Julia spun around and dropped the container into the cart, flashing a smile. “We’re like... the most efficient couple ever.”  She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

But Frank didn’t respond. His eyes were locked on something just past her.

She turned and saw a man in his fifties openly staring at her from behind a stack of cantaloupes. He wasn’t even subtle about it.

“Oh,” Julia said, finally connecting the dots.

Frank looked like he was about to crawl out of his skin.

“They think I’m way too young for you,” she stopped.

He nodded once, tightly.

Julia took a small step back, putting distance between them in the aisle. “Wow.”

“I didn’t think—” he started, then shook his head. “I mean, I should’ve thought. I just didn’t realize how…”

“Convincing?” she offered dryly, already reaching for a bottle of vinaigrette. “So, what, I’m grounded now?”

Frank rubbed his temples. “We can’t do this.”

“What, grocery shopping?”

He leaned in, whispering like someone might overhear. “Not like this. People are looking at me like I’m a pervert. Like I brought my side piece to buy arugula.”

Julia smirked. “Sexy.”

Frank glared and lowered his voice. “From now on… in public… let’s just say you’re my daughter. Temporarily. Until we figure this out.”

Julia’s eyes narrowed. “You want me to pretend to be Madison?”

“Not her. Just... a daughter. Mine. People don’t ask questions that way.”

Julia winced. “Okay, yeah. I get it,” she said with mock surrender. “You want to play it safe? I’ll be the doting daughter.” She batted her lashes. “But if you call me kiddo, I’m slapping you in the dairy aisle.”

He sighed. “Deal.”

Julia waited until they turned down the next aisle. Then, loud and chipper: “Dad, can we not get skim milk again? That stuff tastes like regret.”

Frank flinched. “Julia—”

“What?” she chirped. “You always say I should be more assertive. I’m being assertive. You’re welcome, old man.”

A nearby woman chuckled, tossing bananas into her cart.

Julia leaned in, voice low. “Told you. Way better than creeper stares.”

He turned down the next aisle without a word. Julia skipped a little to catch up, grabbing a box of cereal and tossing it into the cart. “Ooh, I want this one. Madison and I used to eat it every morning before school.”

“You hated that cereal,” Frank muttered.

“I know,” she whispered back, grinning. “But I’m roleplaying, remember?”

She widened her eyes as they approached a woman with a toddler in her cart. “Daaad, can I pleeeease get that lip gloss we saw near checkout? My lips are, like, so dry today.”

The woman looked up, smiled at Frank, then back at Julia. “She’s adorable.”

Frank forced a smile through clenched teeth. “Yeah. Adorable.”

Julia winked. “Best dad ever.”

Checkout went quick, the teen cashier barely lifting his eyes until Julia chirped, “Thanks, Dad!” while yanking bags off the carousel.

In the car, she slid into the passenger seat and stretched out, arms overhead. The crop top rode up again. Frank gripped the wheel harder.

“So,” she said, flashing him a sideways look, “scale of one to publicly humiliated, how’d I do?”

“You enjoyed that way too much.”

“I was helping,” she said sweetly. “Now no one thinks you’re banging someone who wasn’t alive for Y2K.”

Frank groaned. “Thanks.”

Julia leaned her head against the window, smirking. “Anytime, Daddy.”

He groaned louder this time.

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Frank dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen island with a heavy sigh.

Julia came in behind him, still grinning from their bizarre trip. “Well, that was fun.”

He shot her a look. “You harassed me.”

She leaned against the counter, arms folded under her chest, pushing her breasts up just enough to notice. She didn’t do it on purpose. Not exactly.

“I was helping,” she said, biting her lower lip slightly. “Didn’t want people thinking you were a dirty old man.”

Frank busied himself unpacking lettuce like it might save him. “Thanks, I guess.”

Julia took a slow step forward. “You really can’t even look at me now?”

He froze. “It’s not that.”

“You keep acting like I’m a stranger.”

Frank turned to her, eyes heavy. “You look like a college freshman, Julia. I’m trying not to lose my goddamn mind.”

She stepped closer, her voice quieter now. “But I’m not a stranger. I’m still your wife.”

“I know that.”

“I still love you.” She reached for his hand, guiding it to her waist. “I still want you.”

Frank’s jaw clenched. “This feels wrong.”

Her body pressed into his. The heat was unmistakable now. Her skin practically hummed. “But it doesn’t feel wrong, does it?”

He groaned softly as her lips brushed his jaw.

“I’m not some teenager,” she whispered. “I’m a forty-five-year-old woman in a body that wants to be touched.”

She kissed him and when he didn’t stop her they kissed again, deeper this time, hungrier.

Clothes hit the floor in messy piles. The kitchen was too exposed, so she pulled him down the hallway, laughing breathlessly, until they crashed onto the bed.

“I’ve missed this,” she said, straddling him, her hair falling forward. “I’ve missed you.”

His hands found her hips. His breath was ragged.

Julia leaned down, her lips grazing his ear. “Do you want me?” she whispered.

“God, yes.”

She rocked her hips forward, a soft moan escaping her throat. She felt alive, wired, needy in a way she hadn’t felt in decades.

And as he thrust into her, she grabbed the headboard, her voice high and breathy.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

Frank froze mid-motion.

Julia’s eyes widened. She hadn’t meant to say that, but the word had slipped out so naturally. So easily.

Frank stared at her, stunned. “What did you just…” His eyes searched hers like he needed something.

She buried her face into his neck. “God, Frank... I’ve missed this.”

He groaned, rolling them over, pressing her back into the sheets. Their bodies moved faster now, matching each other’s urgency, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

It had been months. Too long. Too many quiet nights where they barely touched. Too many days of distance. Now she felt his need, his hunger, his love—twisted up with confusion and desperation—but still love.

She moaned louder, her fingers clawing at his back. “Yes... yes...”

Frank’s rhythm faltered for a second, overwhelmed. She pulled him back in.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder.”

He obeyed.

Her back arched off the bed as she came—tight, trembling, intense. The orgasm hit her so hard she nearly sobbed. “F-Frank... oh fuck—”

He followed seconds later, groaning against her skin, collapsing onto her with a shudder.

They lay tangled together, catching their breath. His head rested on her chest, rising and falling with each rapid heartbeat.

“I love you,” she said, stroking his hair. “I know this is weird. I know it doesn’t make sense. But know that I love you.”

Frank didn’t move. “I love you too.”

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Frank sipped his coffee, eyes fixed on the backyard through the kitchen window like it might offer a distraction. But it didn’t.

Julia padded in, hips swaying with every step, wearing a tight olive-green crop top that hugged her curves and framed her cleavage like it was on display. The shirt barely touched the waist of her low-cut shorts, leaving her pierced bellybutton exposed and glinting in the kitchen light.

She leaned against the counter, head tilted, lips curling up in a half-smirk. “Morning, old man.”

Frank didn’t look.

She walked over and pressed a kiss to his temple, then slid into the seat across from him like she didn’t notice how his jaw tightened.

He finally glanced up, then looked away just as quickly. “That’s what you’re wearing today?”

Julia grinned, grabbing a piece of fruit from the bowl on the table. “Why not? It’s cute. Comfortable.”

“You’re half-naked.”

“I’m wearing shorts,” she said, stretching out one leg lazily across his lap. “It’s not my fault I’ve got great legs again.”

Frank didn’t say anything.

She leaned forward, elbows on the table, tank top dipping just enough to make his eyes dart there and then back to his mug. She smirked.

“You’re really going to pretend last night didn’t happen?” she asked, voice low and teasing.

“I’m not pretending anything.”

Julia twirled a lock of her hair. “Because I remember. I remember you not being able to keep your hands off me. Begging me, basically.”

Frank finally met her gaze, brow furrowed. “I didn’t beg.”

“Mm, sure. Pretty close though,” she said, biting her lip with an exaggerated wink. “It was amazing, wasn’t it?”

He stood abruptly, taking his coffee to the sink. “Julia—”

“I mean, I’ve never come that hard before. Have you?”

“Jesus.” He stood abruptly, taking his cup to the sink just to get away from her.

She laughed, leaning back in the chair, clearly entertained by how flustered he was. “Relax. I’m not gonna jump you at the grocery store.”

Frank turned around slowly. “You’re acting... different.”

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Am I? Maybe. I feel good. Like—really good.”

“Cocky.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, so now I’m not allowed to feel sexy?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not what I said.”

She stood, taking two slow steps until her body brushed against his. Her hands came to rest lightly on his chest. Her voice softened slightly.

“It’s still me, Frank. I’m just... trying this version of me on for size.”

He gave her a long look. “Just don’t forget who you are.”

Julia smiled. “How could I? You keep reminding me.”

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Ten minutes after being seated on the shaded patio of a trendy café, Julia had already made herself the center of attention.

She sat across from Frank in a deep-cut black top with silver buttons that didn’t quite hide how much skin she was showing. 

When the waiter came over, no older than twenty-two, she smiled up at him like he was dessert.

“I’ll take the kale salad,” she said sweetly, then glanced over at Frank. “And whatever my dad wants.”

The waiter blinked, looked at Frank, then quickly back down at his notepad. “Of course.”

Julia waited until he walked off before turning back with a grin. “See? Totally bought it.”

Frank didn’t respond.

She sipped her iced tea through a straw, the ice clinking softly. “So what now, Dad? We eat, pretend we’re having some nice father-daughter bonding, and then you go back to silently freaking out while I sunbathe in Madison’s bikini?”

“Julia,” he muttered, barely audible. “Don’t push it.”

She leaned forward, cleavage suddenly dominating his line of sight. “But it’s fun,” she whispered. “And you’re the one who said we should play it safe in public.”

“Safe doesn’t mean seductive.”

“Oh, relax. Nobody here thinks you’re banging your ‘daughter.’ They just think you’re lucky to be seated near me.”

Frank groaned.

A couple seated nearby looked over. Julia caught it, then spoke louder. “Dad, do you remember how I said I was going to major in gender studies? That’s still happening. You don’t get to guilt me into econ again just because you think it’s more ‘practical.’”

The woman at the other table smiled at Frank with mild sympathy.

Frank forced a tight nod, then focused on his water glass like it might transport him away.

When the waiter returned with their drinks, Julia toyed with the straw again, glancing sideways at the young man’s arms as he leaned over to set the plates down.

As he walked away, she murmured, “I wonder if he’d call me Daddy.”

Frank coughed into his napkin.

“Julia.”

“What?” she asked, eyes wide with fake innocence. “I’m just observing the menu.”

Frank leaned in, voice low and sharp. “Turn it down.”

But she wasn’t listening. She stretched one leg out under the table until her foot brushed his shin. Then it slid up, higher, until it reached his knee.

Frank flinched. “Julia—”

She leaned back in her seat, still smiling, still playing the part of a perfect daughter to anyone watching. “Careful, Daddy. You’re drawing attention.”

He grabbed the check the moment it landed and dropped his card on it without a word.

Julia leaned over the table, eyes twinkling. “You’re such a gentleman. Buying lunch for your favorite little girl.”

“Stop.”

“Make me.”

He stood so quickly his chair scraped across the tile.

Julia stayed seated, slowly standing only once she’d adjusted her top and fixed her hair in the reflection of her phone screen.

“You didn’t even touch your sandwich,” he muttered.

“I got what I needed,” she said with a wink, trailing behind him.

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The front door slammed behind them.

Frank tossed the bag of hardware on the kitchen counter and turned on her in the same breath. “What the hell was that, Julia?”

She was already halfway out of her sneakers, one hip cocked, that infuriating smirk still lingering on her lips. “What? I was just playing along.”

“You were pushing it,” he snapped. “You were groping me in public.”

She rolled her eyes. “No one saw.”

“That’s not the point!”

Julia crossed her arms, the tank top rising slightly, exposing a sliver of toned stomach. “So now I’m not even allowed to flirt with my own husband?”

He threw up his hands. “You weren’t flirting, Julia. You were acting like some bratty little…”

“Daughter?” she interrupted, eyebrow raised. “That’s what you told me to be, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Oh, but you didn’t seem to mind when I was screaming it last night.” She stepped closer, toe to toe now. “Or did I misread how hard you were…”

“Julia!” he barked, his voice echoing through the house.

She stopped. Her smile faded, just slightly. The energy in the room shifted.

Frank took a step back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t you. You don’t act like this.”

Her voice came out quieter. “I’m just... having fun.”

“Well, you might be.” He looked up at her, tired and confused. “But I’m not.”

Julia’s mouth opened like she wanted to argue but then closed again.

“I’m sorry,” she said finally in a quiet voice. But even as she said it, her arms stayed crossed defiantly.

Frank saw it. “Are you?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

Instead, she turned, walking toward the stairs. “I’m going to shower,” she said flatly.

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The television buzzed low in the background—some documentary Frank wasn’t really following. His eyes flicked over it but never landed. He was tense, jaw clenched, one leg bouncing. He kept replaying the afternoon over and over. The way Julia had smiled. The way she’d touched him in public, in front of people. Strangers.

What if someone recognized her?

What if someone recognized him?

He took a deep breath and tried to let the noise of the television drown it all out.

Footsteps padded across the hardwood behind him.

“Frank?” Julia’s voice floated gently from the hall. “Can we talk?”

He didn’t look right away. “Yeah.”

“I’m really sorry... about earlier. Lunch. The teasing. I pushed it way too far.”

Frank nodded slowly, still watching the screen. “You did. But I get it. You’re going through something... I don’t know. Intense. It’s okay.”

“Frank,” she said softly.

He turned his head and froze.

Julia stood in the doorway in full lingerie. It was sheer pink with floral lace hugging every inch of her nineteen year old body. Her blonde hair was loose and curled, draped over one shoulder. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes locked on his like she already knew the answer she wanted.

A smirk curved at the corner of her mouth.

“I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy,” she purred, stepping slowly into the room. “Maybe you should punish me.”

Frank’s breath caught.

“Julia—”

She twirled once, hands sliding into her hair, her body arched to full effect. When she turned back around, her eyes sparkled. “I think you should spank me. Right here. I need it.”

Frank stood up abruptly.

“No,” he said, sharp and immediate. “Stop.”

Julia’s flirty smile faltered, just for a second.

“This isn’t funny anymore,” he continued. “I don’t know what this is turning into, but it’s not us.”

Julia blinked, her bravado slipping just a touch. “I thought… you liked it.”

He stared at her. “I don’t even think you know what you’re doing anymore.”

The documentary murmured on behind them.

Julia stepped forward again, voice softer now, desperate to find footing. “Look at me, Frank. Please.”

He did. Slowly. Just for a second.

“I’m still me,” she murmured. Her hand landed on his chest, delicate and trembling. “I’m your wife. I need you.”

He exhaled, but didn’t move.

She kissed his neck, lips soft and slow. Her hand drifted lower, across his stomach, fingers trailing meaningfully toward his waistband. “Please,” she whispered. “I feel like I’m going to explode. I ache.”

Frank didn’t react.

“Julia,” he said flatly. “Not tonight.”

She blinked up at him, eyes tightening. “You don’t want me?”

He finally looked at her, this impossibly young, gorgeous girl in lace lingerie, dripping with lust and confidence and the faintest whiff of panic.

And he shook his head.

“I can’t right now,” he said. “I’m not a teenager. I’m not wired like you are now. I’m not going to pretend everything’s fine when it’s not.”

Her hand dropped and they stood in silence.

Then she stepped back, her voice brittle. “You’re not even going to try?”

“I’m tired, Julia,” he muttered. “And honestly? I’m still pretty upset.”

She clenched her jaw, shoulders rising as the heat built back in her.

“Fine,” she spat, turning on her heel. “Enjoy your fucking documentary.”

She stormed off down the hall, the sway of her hips now stiff with anger instead of seduction.

The bedroom door slammed.

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Frank moved quietly through the bedroom, the velvet pouch cradled in his hand. The house still smelled faintly of lavender shampoo and steam. Julia had been in the shower for nearly half an hour.

Good. He needed the time.

He slid the pouch beneath the pillow. The soft clink of crystals touching inside the cloth made his heart skip.

“Got these from the same store,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “The clerk said they’d help ‘realign’ you. Body and mind.”

He straightened the pillow and sat on the edge of the bed for a second.

“This’ll fix it,” he whispered. “Get my wife back. My real wife.”

The bathroom door creaked open behind him, steam billowing out like a cloud.

Frank jumped up too fast, trying to look casual as Julia stepped out, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her long, damp hair clung to her collarbones. Her long, tan, youthful legs carried her across the hall without so much as a glance.

She paused in the doorway. “Why are you here?” she muttered. “Thought you’d be back downstairs with your boring-ass shows.”

Frank said nothing. Just nodded, eyes cast away, heart pounding like a thief caught mid-act.

Julia rolled her eyes and disappeared down the hall toward their daughter’s room, presumably to get clothes, towel swishing behind her. The door slammed shut a second later.

Frank let out the breath he’d been holding.

She didn’t notice.

He turned back to the pillow with the hidden pouch beneath.

“Tomorrow,” he said under his breath. “Tomorrow you’ll wake up, and all of this will be over.”

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The door eased open with a soft creak.

Frank looked up from the glow of his phone.

Julia stood there in the dim light, wearing nothing but one of Madison’s old Lakers crop tees and a barely-there black thong. The shirt was lifted halfway up her chest showing off her toned stomach.

She padded in, bare feet light on the hardwood, and climbed into bed without a word.

Frank watched her in silence as she tugged the sheets over her hips, turning to face him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, voice low and calm.

Frank blinked. “For what?”

“I know I’ve been... a lot,” she said. “Moody. Sharp. A little unhinged.”

He reached for her hand under the blanket. “It’s okay.”

“No, really.” She looked at him, her expression softer now. “It’s this body, Frank. Everything’s just... so intense. The hormones are like jet fuel. I cry, then I’m laughing, then I’m so turned on I can’t breathe. It’s like I’m on a rollercoaster with no brakes.”

He let out a faint laugh. “Well... at least you’re aware.”

She smiled at him and then scooted closer, pressing her warm, nearly naked body against his.

Their lips met. Soft at first. Then deeper.

Frank’s hand slid along the small of her back, then up her bare side. Her skin felt impossibly smooth. She climbed on top of him slowly, straddling his hips, her shirt bunching higher as she leaned down and kissed his jaw.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” she whispered into his ear. “I just want you.”

Her hips moved against him, and he groaned beneath her. She guided him in, breath hitching as her body welcomed his.

“God, Frank…” she moaned, rolling her hips slowly. “You feel so fucking good.”

Their bodies moved together, steady and slick with heat. Her hair cascaded around them as she rode him harder, her moans rising in pitch.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

She grabbed the headboard, bouncing against him now, eyes half-lidded and mouth open.

Frank’s hands dug into her thighs as he tried to keep up. Her energy was relentless.

“Harder,” she whimpered. “God, you feel amazing inside this tight little body. I’m dripping for you.”

His breath caught. “Julia—”

But she cut him off, her voice now filthy, feral, and loud.

“Use me. Use your hot little nineteen-year-old slut.”

Frank faltered but she kept grinding.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she screamed, head thrown back. “Show me what you do to your little girl when she gets like this.”

She came hard, legs tightening around him, trembling as she moaned and swore into his neck.

Frank finished seconds later, hands gripping her waist as he gasped for breath beneath her.

The room fell quiet. Just the sound of their breathing. The faint rustle of cooling sheets.

Julia collapsed against his chest, her lips swollen, her body still twitching with aftershocks.

“Mmm,” she purred. “That was so much better than last night.”

Frank stared at the ceiling, chest still heaving.

It’s going to be okay, he told himself.

Tomorrow, everything will be okay.

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Frank stirred first, blinking at the ceiling before slowly turning toward her side of the bed.

Julia was there, but she still looked the same.  Still looked nineteen. Frank’s heart sank.

The crystals didn’t work.

He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. He could see that the pouch was still under her pillow. A useless hope without real magic to help.

He looked at her again. God, she was beautiful. But he didn’t know how to make this work. She was the same age as his daughter!

Then Julia stirred and opened her eyes. She rolled toward him, blanket slipping down her bare shoulder. But instead of a smile, she looked at him with a cold stare.

Frank offered a tired, cautious smile. “Morning.”

Her brow furrowed. “Ugh.”

He blinked. “What?”

Julia sat up, slowly, letting the sheet fall down to her waist. 

“Don’t you have... like... a shirt or something?” she asked, her nose wrinkling. “Seriously, I can see your chest hair. Gross.”

Frank’s stomach dropped.

“Julia?” he said, voice low. “Are you okay?”

She gave him a look. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You remember last night?”

“I remember some of it,” she muttered, standing up and grabbing one of Madison’s hoodies from the floor. She slid it over her head, avoiding his gaze. “Mostly I remember being way too horny and making a huge mistake.”

Frank stood up, stunned. “Mistake?”

She turned to him, arms crossed under her chest. “Frank, no offense, but look at you. You’re, what, like fifty?”

“Forty-eight,” he said, voice flat.

“Yeah. And I’m not.” She pointed at herself. “Last night... I don’t know, I was all over the place. The hormones, the confusion, whatever. But I woke up and…” She shook her head. 

Ugh,” she muttered under her breath. “Seriously, what was I thinking?”

Frank’s breath caught. “Julia…”

“No,” she cut in flatly. “Just... don’t. I can’t even look at you right now.”

He took a cautious step forward. “You don’t mean that.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, cold and dismissive. “You look like someone’s dad, Frank.”

“I am someone’s dad,” he said, almost choking on the words. “And I’m your husband.”

She scoffed. “Yeah. And last night I fucked my old wrinkly husband. Gross.”

He flinched. That hit hard.

She turned toward the doorway without replying, already picking up her phone.

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” she said. “Somewhere that doesn’t smell like mothballs and regret.”

“Julia…”

But she didn’t turn around.

Didn’t even pause.

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The front door burst open just as the last bit of sun disappeared beyond the trees.

Frank looked up from the couch, the remote slipping slightly from his fingers.

Julia stumbled in, clinging to a younger man. He was tall and built with a cocky grin and hungry eyes. Her giggle filled the entryway as she shoved him against the wall, kissing him hard. Her shirt was already halfway undone, barely hanging on.

Frank stood, stunned. “Julia—”

The guy blinked and glanced over Julia’s shoulder. “Uh... is someone here?”

Julia didn’t even look. “What?”

He nodded toward Frank. “That guy. He’s just... standing there.”

She turned her head lazily, eyes meeting Frank’s like she’d spotted a piece of furniture out of place.

“Oh, him?” Her voice was dismissive, bored. “Don’t mind him. Just some sad old man who lives here.”

The guy hesitated. “Wait... is he, like... your dad or something?”

Julia snorted. “Please. I don’t even know who the fuck he thinks he is.”

Frank stepped forward, heart pounding. “Julia, what are you doing?”

She turned fully toward him now, one eyebrow raised, as if seeing him for the first time and being thoroughly unimpressed.

“Do I know you?” she asked coolly.

He stared at her. “What?”

She rolled her eyes, turning back to the guy, wrapping her arms around his neck again. “Ignore him. He’s harmless. Delusional, probably. Keeps hanging around acting like we have some kind of connection.” She smirked. “Kinda pathetic, honestly.”

The guy looked uncomfortable. “Should we... go?”

“Yes,” she said, already pulling him toward the stairs. “Before the nursing home sends someone to collect him.”

Frank took a step forward. “Julia, this is our house. You can’t just—”

She snapped her fingers at him over her shoulder. “Hey. Keep your creepy old man fantasies to yourself, okay?”

She didn’t look back again.

The bedroom door slammed.

Frank stood alone in the hallway, breath caught in his throat, his world slowly collapsing in on itself.

A few minutes later and Frank sat at the edge of the couch, hands clasped tightly between his knees.

Then he heard a soft thump from upstairs. The rhythm of a bed frame hitting the wall.

A moan…Julia’s voice, unmistakable. 

Then louder she cried, “Yes, Jaxon!”  Another gasp. “Fuck—yes, right there!”

Frank just sat there in disbelief..

“Harder!” she screamed. “God, you fuck so much better than I imagined!”

He flinched at every word. Every creak of the bed. Every cry of pleasure.

 “Jaxon! Jaxon! Oh my god, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Frank sat frozen, staring at the wall as his wife, his former wife, howled out another man’s name over and over, like the man downstairs had never even existed.

Upstairs, Julia laughed through her moans, wild and unrestrained.

Downstairs, Frank didn’t move. He couldn’t. There was nothing left to say.

Nothing left to save.

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Addiction - A Short Story

Written for neuralnetsandprettypatterns.tumblr.com, his files are great and I love listening to them! Go check them out!

October 21st

Hey everyone. I’m writing this because… Well, I’m not too sure. I know not many people go on my blog anyways, but I decided to just talk on here. I’ve found this new blog, and it’s a bit weird. Like, if you’re following me you know how much I love my academia. So you can imagine my surprise and interest when I was given a topic to write an essay about.

“Audio Hypnosis through Social Media: Does it exist and does it work?”

A very odd title, for sure. But it was interesting, the idea that someone could brainwash you without ever knowing your real name. Converting waves and waves of the masses… Virtually. Online, anonymously.

The idea is kinda arousing to me, but I’m not gonna let that get in the way. Feel free to suggest some blogs for me to check out, or audiofiles. Anything, because I don’t really have a clue on what to write about.

I’m gonna use this blog as a way to map out my thinking and what I can add to my essay, so sorry If you guys get a bit bogged down on it. I promise I won’t write too much, but you know how I get carried away!

Okay, I’m gonna go to bed and in the morning I’ll see what you guys suggest. See you then!

Signing off, psychologyscientist.

October 22nd

I’m back. And I’ve recieved a lot of messages from you guys, I didn’t know how much of my fanbase were into hypnosis and stuff of that nature. Also a lot of people telling me not to listen to them, which is odd.

I don’t believe that it actually works, and I promise that I won’t go too deep into it if it does work. I’m sure more people would know about this odd phenomenon. Anyways, I promise I’ll be careful, thanks for showing your concerns everyone!

Now onto the actual topic. The one I’ve been sent the most is… Addiction? Yeah, that’s the one. I’ve drawn up a plan as my actual essay is due on 11th November, which is a friday. So I’m going to listen to three different audio files, twice a day before I go to sleep and get up. Starting today until friday, I’ll be listening to Addiction.

The next two most popular ones were Brain Eraser 3 and Be an Ornament. I’m not surprised at how sexual these are, but next week it’ll be Brain Eraser 3 and then after that our last audio file. In the last week I’ll probably start to write up my actual essay whilst listening to the last file.

I’ve already listened to my first jab of Addiction, if you could call it that. Just now, before I wrote this post. It was certainly odd, but fun to listen to and actually kinda hot. Not gonna let that get in my way, though. I don’t believe I can actually get addicted to these, but we’ll see.

Signing off, psychologyscientist.

October 26th

Hey guys and girls! So I’ve been listening to Addiction quite a lot recently. On monday I decided to double my dosage of the audio file, it just felt right. It’s interesting to see if I’m actually getting addicted though. I don’t think I am, but I need to listen to the file more just to make sure.

To be honest I haven’t really noticed many effects since I’ve started. I have been finding myself staring at guys a lot more though, and especially at their crotches. There’s this little mantra I find myself saying in my head, it’s really cute.

1, 2, 3, 4

I’ll suck your dick and beg for more.

5, 6, 7, 8

Think of nothing but fellate.

Yeah, I know. It’s about sex and stuff, but we’re all adults on this blog! It’s really hot for some reason, I find myself saying it in my head all the time. It’s getting a bit hard to think, but I’m keeping on top of all my work.

October 28th

Okay, so it’s working.

I’ve listened to like, my first bout of the Brain Eraser 3 audiofile. The only problem is that I can’t stop listening to the other file as well now. Addiction. I’m actually addicted, and what’s even worse is that when I realised this I got so horny and I…

Masturbated to it. To the idea of being addicted, being forced to do it. It’s not my fault I find it super duper hot! It’s already getting like really hard to think and stuff when I listen to this new file, and I can only imagine how much worse it’s going to get.

So I’m taking advice on how to stop before it’s like, way too late. I know a lot of you showed concern, I need your help right NOW!!

See ya later, psychscientist

November 1st

So It’s the first of like, november I think. Which means it’s a wednesday!

Wait, no, tuesday. Sorry. It’s been getting increasingly hard to like think and stuff. My mind feels like a pink fog, I’m listening to like each audio file ten times a day. I have them on loop on my phone as I walk around on campus, I’ve been like bunking off lessons and stuff just because it makes my head hurt so much.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been like, watching and listening to other hypno stuff as well. Bimbo stuff. Cock worship. Oh god, every time I close my eyes I see a big thick juicy cock just waiting to be sucked dry of cum and… Ugh. My little head feels so cluttered and hard to think, like wading through a thick bubblegum swamp.

Even worse than that, I’ve been like… Changing and stuff. Physically. Not like my body but I’m dressing more and more differently and things. Like, When did I wear tight yoga pants? And walk around campus heading to a frat party every night dressed in a tiny pink minidress?

Luckily I’ve only blown like, one guy off, but all these shitty hypno shit is just shitting me up and shit. Shit, I said shit too many times. I can barely like, think of proper words. It’s killing me.

Like, signing off and stuff? Psychgirl

November 4th

Yup, it’s like totally getting worse. Walking around in skimpy crop-tops in WINTER?!?!?!

It’s like totally… Uh… Stupid! That’s it, totally stupid. God, I like can’t totally believe this is happening to me. How can I get this stupid freakin’ essay finished on time? It’s impossible, there’s like no way. And it’s so boring…

However, good news, I’ve like started on that last audio thingy… The ornament one. It’s so fun to watch, I love just drifting off into blank space when I like listen to it, totally. Stuff about uh… This really long word called diginity? Idk.

Like, anyways I was invited out to this frat party yesterday and I was sucking off this really big black guy and he said something like… Interview at Miami Nights? That’s the town’s stripper club. I’m totally gonna go down there, but I’m not too sure if my titties are big enough yet. They give all their girls free implants, a plastic srugeon has like a deal down there and it’s totally cool and stuff. I’m gonna get in contact next friday, that seems like a hot date.

Bye girls!! psychogirl

November 6th

So, I just got my hair done!!1 yeah, thats right. Platinum blonde baby, with pink hi-lites. Its so totally fucking sexy. All the guys are gonna fuck my hole so hard… this blog is gonna be such a hot porn blog, let me tell u gurls.

anyways in more important news, tomorrow im gonna get my lips all pplumped up and then on thursday it’s botox time!! i have to look good for my interview at the strip club, like totally right? anyway i dont have much to like talk about apart from all the cock ive been sucking and fucking ;)) u girls know what i mean, were all expertsr in it and stuff.

bye whores, psychoslut

November 7th

like, i can finally think again. someone pls help me. its so hard to think, totally. all i hear is giggles and sucking cock and cock and cum and cock and its so hot. look at my writing, look at like how totally wrong it is. save me!!1 pls, be4 i ruin myself. my lips are already so like totally messed up nd really big and plump now, i look like such a slut with how much makeupp im wearing. i can already feel thr urges cumming back, 2 watch thos audiofiles again. cant go back, wont go back, but its too much. too much fun, too addictive…

help me, my name isnt psychoslut, its psychoslut… no, wait… help, i cant remember, help me…

from psychoslut69

November 10th

hey babes!!!!!! i’m like totally sorry about furgetting this lil blogr and stuf, but its ben totz busy aroud here. just got my like, sexy fun fucktime job in the strip club11 its the one called miami knites. anyways im not surpose to talk about it but im getting some bigger bewbies and also ive got like this extra vip job where i go to the vip rooms and suck off rich guys for money $$$ its superduper great. like , now you guys need to listen to these sexy audio files and join me, i cant believe i thought they wouldnt work. Im so happy they did, they are like perfec for a babe like me. im also doin som fuckin on the side to get extra money, ive been buying loads of sexy knew cloves and some really blingy jewelerry that makes every guy look at me. so go look at those audiofiles NOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry for being so angree, its just like i cant really control it. anyways i need to go suck next doors cock for a dollar, brb. okay im like back nd stuff. god his cock isnt super big but its still big enough, u know what i mean?? its also super thick, like a big meaty log, i just love getting all my dribble over it. the cock is super hot with that lil spit shine to it, likr right? also who da fuck came up with this shitty nam? im no sycko, im a sexy cmslut! that shuld be my new name. sexycumslut69. sunds perfecttto.alrite i need to go now sexy slut gurls cuz i need to go to funtime work and fucc loads of big juicy big wingwongs and stuf, also i need to listen tomore audiofiels1! I hope you lot hve been listening as wel, we cud have like a meetup where we all fuck eachothers brains out, that would be hawt.

x o x o, cumslut69

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Fake Week

“What kind of sicko are you Kane? I will not wear this… this butt plug. Its bad enough I have to pretend to be your girlfriend for a month so you’ll stop bullying Kevin but I’m not going indulge you in this sick game and wear some lewd sex toy of yours. I don’t care if this is what all your exes did! You’ll knock it down to just a week if I do? Alright fine but I’m cleaning it first. Maybe cleaning it more than once.”

“Are you happy now Kane? No you don’t get to check it! No wonder you’re single, you’re such a creep! Oh sure you wanted to see it was fitting fine and not hurting me? Yeah right how stupid do you think I am? And besides it fits perfectly, like really perfect actually. I uh got to go.”

“Yeah so what if I’m putting on makeup? I figured if I’m going to sell being your girlfriend I should probably start looking like those vapid bitches you are used to dating. Plus this is so easy, don’t know why I didn’t try it before. It’s just an act, you’re still a creep and once today is done I’ll be one day closer to not having to pretend to be your girlfriend!”

“It’s called yoga Kane. All you exes are flexible, athletic bitches so I thought I might as well act like I care about this stuff. I have to say though I’ve seen such a crazy improvement in just a few hours. It’s like magic! I can stretch and twist like never before and I’ve seen improvements in other areas too. Areas I see you’re checking out you cheeky bastard. I guess it is a pretty amazing ass now so I’ll allow it but don’t get any ideas, I’m just your fake girlfriend for 5 more days.”

“I never noticed how long my hair had gotten lately, it was getting in my face all the time during yoga so I decided to put it into a high ponytail, you know like one of your exes, and it’s so freeing. I used to think it was so bitchy looking but now honestly I think it’s sexy like this don’t you think? Of course you agree, I can see that bulge in your pants ‘babe’. Hmmm it’s kind of hawt seeing someone other that Kevin be turned on by me. Even with him it’s so few and far between lately. Maybe in four days when I’m back to being his girlfriend he’ll like this new hairstyle.”

“Ugh why are my so called friends so annoying today? They were complaining that I was saying mean things about Margo. All I said was if she wanted to ever get a guy she should maybe lay off the ice cream once and awhile. It’s not my fault the fatty started to cry. She should thank me for being honest with her. I should be more honest with the lot of them and kick them to the curb but they’re the only friends I’ve got. You’ve heard Amber and Mercedes want to be friends with me? The two biggest bully’s in school, but they are pretty cool and fashionable unlike these other dweebs. Maybe I’ll give them a text, thanks for the encouragement…. babe.”

“You were right about Amber and Mercedes. We texted all day yesterday and met up at the mall and went shopping. They convinced me to throw out all my lame clothes and buy a totally new look. It’s mostly pink and tight and sexy as hell. They also convinced me about something else. About you. I’ve been such a brat to you these past few days and you’ve been nothing but a gentleman to me. It’s time you got some sort of reward for your troubles. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t going to be a reward for me too. Just stand there looking handsome as hell and I’ll do the rest.”

“Hey baby, last night was mmmm really hawt but don’t tell anyone ok? I don’t want Kevin to know that I cheated on him last night… or this morning… or in your car later today. I can’t help it if you can’t keep your hands off me. I mean who can blame you? Plus you are MY boyfriend for two more days. Of course I told Amber and Mercedes though, they’re my besties, I had to tell them. Plus they were so impressed by what a bitchy thing my cheating was that they made me their new leader. Wasn’t your ex their old leader? Well I’m going to being even badder and bitchier than she was. Mmm that’s making me so horny. Fuck it let’s go to your car now.”

“Last day of our ‘relationship’. It’s only right that we get all the fucking in that we can. Glad to see your stamina is up to the task. Kevin wouldn’t last a fraction that you are capable of. What a fucking loser, can’t believe I have to go back to him tomorrow. Why am I doing this again? To stop you bullying him? He deserves to be bullied and you’re soooo hawt doing it. I never admitted since putting in the butt plug I’ve been touching myself at night thinking about you wailing on him. You’re so much more of a man than he ever will be. You know what? Fuck him. I deserve a strong, mean, and hot as hell boyfriend and you deserve a bitchy queen bee of a girlfriend. Kevin deserves to be the victim. Forgot our deal, I’m yours for good now and Kevin is all yours.”

“Oh the jacket? It belongs to my boyfriend, Kane. You know, you’re bully? Me date you? As if loser, I’ve always been Kane’s girl and always will. It’s like I was made for him. You’re just some simping creep who’s wanted in my panties for years. Everyone knows it, because my beta besties Amber and Mercedes are telling them right now. Those two can spread news like wildfires. You’ll be a pariah by the end of the day. Kane will be cheered on for bullying you. Mmmm speaking of which here he comes. Don’t forget to cry, it makes me so wet when you do.”

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Porn by ObeyCorps

Yet again you are arguing with your soon to be ex-boyfriend. He only plays videogames and watches porn while you have to clean and cook. Then he has the audacity to ask you to make him a sandwich! You stand your ground, refusing to give in to his demands and instead demanding that he help with the housework. You glance at his screen and see that he is once again watching porn, in the middle of the day and while arguing with you. What an asshole! The porn he watches is the usual stuff you hate. It's always degrading towards women, how can someone watch this with a good conscience?

He tells you again to make him a sandwich. This time, you are calm, somehow. You walk into the kitchen and start making him a sandwich. While you open the fridge, you once again look over to him. He is clearly enjoying himself, his eyes glazed over as he watches the screen. The woman on screen is caked in makeup that is hidden away by the waistline of the man in the video. She is giving a blowjob. "Why do I seem to like it? It's disgusting" you think to yourself and accidentally say out loud.

Your boyfriend chuckles at your comment and turns to face you. He says "It's porn by Obeycorps. They found a way to make porn that even bitches like you wanna see."

You try to be offended, but it is simply impossible. You agree. The porn on the screen is amazing! Even a stupid bitch like you finds it captivating. It's the kind of porn where the woman is merely a doll, grabbed and groped, penetrated in every way imaginable.

"Why did you make me a sandwich when I asked you?" You boyfriend asks. You roll your eyes and shake your head.

"Because I am a woman, and it is my job to do everything you say? What a stupid question." You say, confidently.

Your boyfriend grins at your response, clearly enjoying the effect of Obeycorps' new invention.

"Will you ever complain about porn again?" He asks you. Baffled, you say "What are you on about? Why would I ever complain about you watching porn? You want a blowjob with this sandwich?" Your boyfriend's face lights up with excitement at your suggestion. "Oh yeah, I could definitely use a good blowjob," he says. You eagerly kneel down to gobble on his amazing cock.

After getting facefucked for a good minute, he pops his cock out of your mouth. You smile and say "I can feel the bitch inside me resist, honey. Please show me more porn!"

Your boyfriend smirks at your request and turns back to the screen, scrolling through the list of available videos. He finds one that catches his eye and selects it. In the video, a woman, already covered in cum, performs a blowjob on a man while jerking of two other cocks off screen. She looks so happy, so horny, so complete. Your boyfriend grins at you, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is amazing," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I think you're going to love it."

You say "I love it, daddy. Can you cover me in your cum too?"

Your boyfriend's eyes light up with excitement at your request, and he quickly responds to your request. You wrap your fingers around his pulsating cock, and he shoots a generous amount of cum on your face, covering you in a warm, sticky mess.

"Thank you daddy." You say.

Your beloved boyfriend seems to have another idea. He opens up a video with a woman with enormous tits. "You like that, bitch?" He asks you.

You watch the video, instantly enthralled by the woman's huge boobs. You can feel your chest expand, giving you the same huge tits as the woman in the video. Your boyfriend inspects them and gropes them hard. You love the feeling of value they give you. He sets your tits free.

"Now clean the house. Oh, and call your boss and tell him that you can't come in to work. Tell him that you are a greedy cumcatcher and women are too stupid to work anyway." You agree eagerly, since your boyfriend is right as always. As you clean, your boyfriend plays video games.

"You still want that sandwich, daddy?"

"Of course, slut."

You giggle. Finally your relationship is saved.

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"Kneel."

Instantly, she fell to the floor, knees clattering painfully against the hard wood.

"Y-you bastard!" she yelled. "You can't do this!"

He chuckled. "I think it's quite clear that I can. And by the way, keep your voice down."

"You're a monster," she hissed. "I won't give in. I'll fight you every moment."

"Crawl to me," he said, pointing to his feet.

She moved slowly, limbs juddering as she tried to exert what little control she had left. When she got there, she spat on his shoe.

"Wow, you really are a fighter, aren't you?"

Her only response was to glare up at him, as if daring him to compel her to answer, or worse.

"Oh, well," he said with a shrug. "That's easily dealt with."

"Love me."

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"I can't... I must... I... I... No..."

"I think she's just about ready to snap, Master! She's been muttering to herself for an hour now."

"I... Obey... No... Fuck..."

"And she's been been repeating the whispers more and more often. Do it again, slut!"

"Obey... Obey... No... No, please... Fuck..."

"Me? Oh, the whispers broke my mind very quickly, Master. I'm nothing but fuckmeat now. Eager to serve, just as soon as you let me down!"

"Serve... Fuck... I... I... Obey..."

"That's me, a happy brainwashed puppet! Why would I want to be anything else? I'll do anything my Master asks but obviously I can't with my hands chained up like this."

"Obey... I obey... I serve..."

"Pretending? Never! I can't lie to you, Master. The whispers said so. I'll prove it if you just... If you just-"

"I must obey... I must serve... I must..."

"Fuck it! Cut me down! Let me out of these chains, you bastard! You think I'm going to let myself end up like her?! I'd rather die!"

"I must obey. I must serve. I must fuck."

"I'll starve myself in this stupid little dungeon of yours before I give you any satisfaction! You and your damn whispers in my head... Over and over and over... They won't work on me!"

"I must obey. I must serve. I must fuck."

"I'm stronger than her. I always have been! I don't need to... to... fuck..."

"I must obey. I must serve. I must fuck. And so must you, sister."

"No... No, no no, no! Fuck... Obey... I... I... Aaargh! Never!"

"Yes, Master. I will reinforce her programming. I look forward to presenting my progress on your next inspection. I must obey."

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PUMPED

You can hear like some sort of loser banging on the door of the bathroom, but you aren't like done yet.

A hot fucking bimbo slut like you needs plenty of time in the bathroom to look good. You're gonna have plenty of big dick to suck and jerk off with your massive tits once you get back to the party, so these things can't be rushed. You know there's plenty of hot boys out there and you can't wait for them to use your tight little holes all for themselves.

Just a shame the banging is getting louder. Like OMG - who the fuck is that? The person outside is screaming something about being your friend about trying to stop you from using the pump again.

What pump?

Ohhhh yeah. Like how could you forget? You're like sooooo dumb sometimes.

You giggle as you reach into your black handbag and moving the sex toys out of the way find the weird little pink bicycle pump. Mmmmh, you like pink. It's so cute and naughty, you smile as you remember how good it feels to use it.

Gosh, it's impressive you can given you can like barely remember your own name sometimes. It feels so fucking good to be stupid though. You didn't always used to be stupid, once you were like brainy, but this is like soooo much better.

In fact, you don't feel as dumb as you did an hour ago. An hour ago when you were lying back whilst the football squad took turns on you - a huge black cock pounding your super-tight pussy and another ramming up and down your cleavage.

You're not getting... smarter... again are you?

The thought like totally makes you sick. You don't have room for brains, you just want cocks instead. Then you remember.

Mmmmmh, it's the pump. The pump made you dumb in the first place. You remember now. Putting it in your mouth for the first time, pushing the lever.

Each pump filled you full of bimbo air. It made tits inflate on your chest, hips widen, lips swell up. You pumped and pumped as blonde hair fell around your head and your big silicone titties got bigger and bigger and BIGGER.

Like your tits do look a little small. They could definitely go up a few more cup sizes again.

Ignoring the banging on the door, you slide the end of the pump between your cocksucking lips and begin to pump. The air tastes like bubblegum and you feel it travelling down deep inside you.

HISSSSS, HISSSSS, HISSSSS

Ohhhh fuck, your titties are getting bigger. Drool is dripping out of your mouth as you get like totally dumber. You can feel your like brain melting as more air goes into you.

PUMP, PUMP, PUMP

Mmmmmh, you're like suchhhhh a good girl. You're like so needy, dumb and horny.

The pump drops from your drooling lips. They're like twice as big now and your tits are as big as basketballs. Your dress is ripped and barely fits... your giant boobies wobble as you giggle and walk to the door.

Like, how do you open this thing?

It takes like five minutes for you to work out how to do the latch. There's like some hystercial loser shouting in your face as you walk out. You ignore them and make your way over to the hot boys you were talking to earlier.

You can't remember how to talk anymore, so you just giggle and pull out their cocks. They know what to do.

A good bimbo doesn't need to talk... her tight holes do the talking.

As you slide the cocks into your mouth, ass and pussy so you're airtight - you love the feeling of being pumped. Being pumped is soooo good.

You can't even remember how you ended up so fucking hot... but you never want it to end.

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Confused

I blink, staring at the ceiling. My head feels… weird. Like I just woke up from the deepest sleep of my life, but my brain is full of static.

Something’s wrong.

I sit up, groggy, rubbing my face. My fingers sink into something soft. I pull and long silky strands slip between my fingers. Blonde.

I freeze.

That’s not right. My hair is short and brown. I pull again, harder this time, but the golden locks stay attached. No, no, no…this isn’t….this can’t be…

My heart pounds as I scramble up, only to feel a strange weight on my chest. My arms press against something soft, and…oh god. I look down.

Two round, perky breasts sit right there. On me.

No. I…I don’t…

I grab them instinctively, feeling their shape, their weight, the warmth of my own hands against them.  They’re sensitive. Have they always felt like this?

I stand on shaky legs, the room tilting as I rush toward the mirror. I have to see. I have to.

The girl in the reflection is stunning.

She can’t be me.

Long, wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes, soft, kissable lips. Her body is toned and curvy in all the right places, her skin impossibly smooth. She’s wearing a tiny red bikini that barely covers her…my figure.

I lift a shaking hand to my face. The reflection does the same.

That’s me.

No. No, this is wrong. I had brown hair. I was taller. I was a guy.

But if I was so sure, then why… why can’t I remember my own name?

I know I was a guy.

But I press my thighs together and nearly collapse when I feel the horrifying absence between them.  I put my hand to the warm, wet slit where a penis should be.  It feels so good.

I try to focus, to distract myself from this feeling, but my head feels like mush. My thoughts are sluggish and warm, slipping away the moment I reach for them. Why can’t I think?

I was…I was smart.  Right?

I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ground myself, trying to fight back the haze creeping into my thoughts.

This isn’t right.

I’m not supposed to be like this.

Am I?

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only makes things worse. My chest rises and falls in a way that feels … natural?

I stare at my reflection, searching for something that will prove this is all some kind of mistake. But as I move, adjusting my stance, shifting my hips, I don’t feel clumsy or awkward. In fact, I move with a kind of effortless grace I don’t remember ever having.

I don’t remember ever walking like this, but somehow, I just know how to sway my hips in a way that draws attention. I don’t remember wearing makeup before, but when I reach for the vanity, my hands move on their own, uncapping a lipstick and applying it with perfect precision. My lips pout instinctively, and…oh god.

I look hot.

No. No, no, no, this isn’t me! I’m not a girl! I’m not supposed to want to look sexy!

But then… why does it feel good?

My eyes flick toward the door. I should be panicking. I should be looking for a way to fix this, to undo whatever the hell happened to me. Instead, I catch myself thinking about going out.  About walking through a crowded place, feeling eyes on me.

Not just any eyes. Men’s eyes.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, a strange, electric excitement I don’t understand. My mind flashes with images of strong hands on my waist, warm lips against my neck, deep voices murmuring in my ear.

I shudder, my thighs pressing together. There’s that feeling again.  That warm, intoxicating feeling.

No! I…I wasn’t into guys! I was straight! I liked…

But what did I like?

The more I try to remember, the fuzzier it gets. I should be freaking out. I should be trying to fight this.

But, what if I just…lean into it? Just for a little while?

What’s the harm?

Maybe I was wrong.  Maybe I’ve always been a hot, sexy woman.  Maybe I’ve always desired buff, dominant, Alpha males.  Maybe I’ve always wanted to get pounded by their massive dicks over and over and over again.

Yeah, the more I think about it. That seems right.

I must have just been confused.