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Song of Porn

CW: bimbofication, pornification, brainwashing, corruption

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Lilly stopped mid-step, her breath catching. The woman waiting for her in the apartment was dressed like a stranger — short, shimmering fabric clinging to her frame, hair loose and glossy, catching the light in unnatural highlights. It wasn’t just the clothes; Akiko’s face itself looked — altered. Her cheekbones sharper, her lips fuller, her eyes wide in a way that felt both inviting and wrong, as if an invisible hand had sculpted her into someone else’s idea of perfection. And of course the protruding fake globes, Lilly desperately tried to ignore.

Lilly’s memories rebelled against the sight. Akiko had always been meticulous, even prim — neatly pressed blouses, long skirts, hair tied in a disciplined knot. But now she leaned casually against the wall, one hip cocked, a slow smile playing at those unfamiliar lips. Plastic filled breasts tightly constricted. It was a performance, and Lilly had no idea who the audience was.

Her mind kept returning to the start of it all: that strange single Akiko had bought, the one she’d played for hours until Lilly refused to stay in the room. Something in the music had wormed its way in, and Lilly couldn’t shake the feeling that if she didn’t find out how, she’d lose her friend entirely.

Lilly decided on a careful, probing tone — non-judgmental but firm. She crossed her arms over her chest, standing in the middle of Akiko’s living room like the inquisitive stranger she felt.

"Okay, Akiko, we need to talk. This isn't like you." She waved a hand to indicate everything in front of her: the hair, the face, the — well, everything.

Akiko laughed — the sound high and breathless in a way that made Lilly uneasy. "Oh, Lil. I feel so much more me, now." Her hand traced the outlines of her own breasts, as if confirming the physical impossibility. Lilly blushed, despite herself. The way the woman leaned in made it obvious that the effect was intended. Akiko's eyes, once a solid, quiet dark, were now rimmed with eyelashes longer than seemed possible.

"What do you mean, more you?" Lilly shifted uncomfortably under that too-wide, inviting gaze. "Look at yourself! It’s like some kind of sick science project." The words came out sharper than intended.

Akiko giggled. "That's so silly. Everything I did, was because I wanted it. The song says so."

That fucking song again. Akiko's fixation had grown to something like a mania, playing the single at every hour of the day. The only time she had listened to that cursed thing she had gotten a headache. She was glad Akiko didn't currently have it blasting through the air.

"Right. You really wanted to get a boob job, change everything about yourself?" The idea felt almost absurd in its suddenness.

"Yes!" Akiko's enthusiasm was immediate and disconcertingly sincere. She bounced slightly — breasts straining against fabric as if to prove the truth of her claim. "I needed to be less. Become more like porn." The statement should have sounded absurd. Instead, something in her earnest expression sent an uneasy shiver through Lilly's core. A single lock of that shining hair brushed Akiko’s shoulder as her hands went under her boobs to show them to Lilly, the movement almost hypnotic.

Lilly shook her head. This was getting her nowhere. "And that doesn't sound weird to you?"

Akiko's response was instantaneous, like a programmed puppet repeating its lines. "Being porn is the bestest thing ever," she drawled happily, biting her bottom lip.

Lilly fought the urge to roll her eyes, and took a step towards her friend. Akiko grabbed her left hand and twirled the surprised Lilly into a cushy chair. The cushion of the chair moulded perfectly to the curve of her ass. Akiko grasped with a smoothness and speed Lilly never expected restraints. And bound her to the seat.

With a snap the bindings were closed on Lilly’s arms and legs.

"What the hell! Akiko," she yelped.

Akiko leaned close to her, their faces barely inches apart. Lilly couldn’t help but stare, mesmerised by those impossible eyes. She caught herself and averted her eyes.

"You want it too, Lil. Look at you! All those layers, the baggy sweaters — it's clear what this really is. A cry for the song to help. Don't worry. I'll listen along side you," Akiko said in a gentle voice that was anything but soothing.

"Akiko, stop! I'm not interested!" Panic rose in her chest. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears.

"Of course you are! The song told me all about it. Make your friends porn too. And you know the song is never wrong," she sing-songed, hips swaying seductively in the light. The sight was so incongruous it almost made Lilly dizzy. "The song makes us all into porn." Her tone shifted, became monotone. Lesser. And Lilly's blood turned to ice. Before she could react, Akiko strode across the room and pressed the familiar button, the one that played her obsession on a loop.

Instantly a cacophony of sounds assaulted Lilly's ears. The music itself seemed like nothing special — generic pop melodies, synthesizers and auto-tuning blending together into a familiar wall of sound. Yet the mix scratched against a wall inside Lilly's mind. It made the air itself seem to thrum with an unsettling energy. Akiko began to undulate in an imitation of dance. Her body swayed in a way that Lilly, even now, couldn't tear her gaze away from. Her mind screamed at her to get away. Her legs twitched, instinctively pulling against her restraints, trying to escape. But she couldn’t, not while she remained bound.

The music, meanwhile, washed over her, filling the air with a pulsing, relentless beat.

The lyrics, however, were an assault, echoing inside her head and ricocheting back out into reality: Sluttier, lewder, whore — porn. She shook her head, trying to clear the static that filled her brain. But it stayed there like a thick fog through which thoughts stumbled into lost woods.

"Isn't the song amazing!," Akiko cried, twirling once before falling to the couch with a satisfied expression, her hands still tracing patterns over the contours of her altered body.

"That song has done something to you — it's not right!," Lilly protested. The words themselves felt weak, her tongue slow and unsteady. Because deep down Lilly had to admit. That song sounded so good and refreshing.

The wall inside her mind cracked.

Lilly's eyes widened as Akiko leaned towards the speaker. Those glossy strands of hair falling against her cheekbones. The lights from above reflected in her unnaturally wide, dark eyes. The curve of her smile somehow predatory. And seductive.

"Stop," she gasped, her heart pounding. Sweat prickling at her brow.

Fingers adorned with pink glittering nails turned the dial. The music surged in a crashing, dissonant chorus of sound, drowning out the protest that formed in her mouth. The static in Lilly's mind thickened, pulsating. Her limbs tingled as though numbed by an invisible weight that crept through the fabric of her skin and settled at the base of her neck.

Something was wrong. Rolling her head she looked down at her sweater. A boring, baggy, ugly piece of clothing that hid her breasts. Why had she ever bought such an unflattering thing. It was so clear that she needed something better, that she needed something with a cleavage and something that hugged all the curves of her body. That made everyone who saw her ogle her body. That would make anyone think dirty of her. And that would be exactly right.

Lilly shook her head to get rid of those errand thoughts. But they clung to her mind. A small spark of uneasiness flickered at the back of her consciousness. Her gaze tracked the movements of her friend. As she danced across the room the artificial lights above them cast shadows, that moulded to her body.

Akiko looked so good. Those fake jiggling boobs, wide hips — that shapely ass. She could just stare at those breasts all day. They were hypnotic in all their artificial beauty. And that ass? Lilly wanted to grab it, pinch it — to mould it to her hand. To feel its shape and softness. A strange feeling flooded through Lilly's body and pooled in the base of her abdomen.

Akiko was porn.

The thought sounded right. And good.

She watched mesmerised as her friend glided through the room to where Lilly sat bound. Lilly couldn’t tear her eyes away. In that tight little dress, which showed so much leg and cleavage and accentuated the fake curves so nicely. The way the woman walked in her pink, high heeled stiletto shoes.

Click. Clack.

Like a wild heartbeat those two noises sounded in the room.

Her body quivered with every step, breasts wiggling. Hips swaying hypnotic from one side to another. Long legs, painted with shimmering thigh high nylons. A long line of darkened flesh visible on both her legs between stockings and skirt. Lilly’s mind tried to imagine how the panties would look.

Drenched. Biting into a wet fold, of course. Ready to be used, as porn should be. As Lilly wanted to be.

When that realisation slammed into her, Lilly bit her bottom lip.

A soft, wet heat radiated between her legs. Lilly squirmed in her chair, acutely aware of her own dampening underwear beneath the confining denim.

As if Akiko somehow knew exactly what thoughts Lilly entertained. The woman spun, showing of her body. Breasts spilled forth from the neckline, round asscheeks bounced with the motion, skirt riding up to give a hint of pink lace that stretched tightly around the well defined crotch.

Akiko leaned close. Her hands, manicured, perfect, traced down Lilly’s neck to rest on the swell of her chest.

"You need to be porn. You need to change." The statement came out sultry and warm. "You know you do." That strange, inviting gaze met Lilly’s eyes, the woman leaning even closer. Hot, minty breath fanned across Lilly’s lips as the music's dissonance coiled within, an invisible, unshakeable hand. "Just give in. Be porn. Stop thinking. Let the song be your mind." Akiko’s hand, meanwhile, pressed on the soft curve of Lilly’s breast through the layers of the ugly sweater. It slid down, to Lilly’s abdomen, a warm, solid presence. A shiver ran through Lilly, from deep within her core outward.

"I don't want to change — please, Akiko. Just undo these restraints," Lilly whined. Her words sounded like lie. The way she needed to be changed. She wanted to change! But there was a small part that resisted the notion. Resisted her desires and that of the music.

The other woman smiled, her eyes crinkling in amusement. Her fingers lingered against Lilly's flesh. "Don’t say that! It is time to embrace your real self. We were born to be porn. Every girl wants to be porn. It's the truth. Listen." Her voice, a dulcet whisper, sent chills along the exposed column of her captive's neck, "It'll feel amazing to be lesser."

"I-" A strangled noise escaped Lilly's throat. A moan born from an irresistible need. "I need to be porn."

"Lesser. Less you, more like porn. Empty your head," Akiko clarified in an inviting voice. Her fingertips brushed over Lilly’s sensitive flesh once more in a deliberate rhythm, mimicking the beat that echoed through the air.

The sensation coiled in the pit of Lilly's belly, an insistent, tingling pulse. Resistance and inhibitions dripped through her sopping cunt. She couldn't do anything against the growing wet heat between her legs. The way she rubbed them together. It was so arousing to need someone else to touch her.

"Less you. More porn," Akiko whispered against her neck. The words vibrated against her ear. The woman leaned down to brush her plump, shining, full lips across Lilly's mouth in a soft kiss.

Without hesitation she deepened it into a lewd game. Tongues entangled in an erotic battle that left them both gasping.

Akiko broke away first. A strand of their combined saliva clung between their mouths. Her eyes burned into Lilly with an intense stare — pupils dilated, almost consuming the dark irises entirely. Her mouth curved into an all-consuming smirk. "What are you?" She inched towards her again, her breasts brushing tantalisingly against Lilly’s clothed nipples with every move.

"P-," Lilly stammered. Her tongue felt thick and heavy, the words lodged in her throat.

"P?" The question held a note of playful amusement. "Porn, you mean?" The words resonated. That was what she had meant, wasn't it? Of course she wanted to become porn. The pulsating rhythm echoed through her ears and nestled in her brain.

"You are a whore, right Lil. A depraved slut that needs to be displayed and have hot, wild sex. All. The. Time," Akiko continued. The last words a purr of her tongue.

And despite everything the words did not horrify Lilly. They were true! And she wanted more. So much more. She had denied it all her life.

"Please," she managed to croak.

"That’s not an answer, sweetheart," cooed Akiko.

"I'm porn." A thrill of pleasure surged at her own declaration, echoed and affirmed in Akiko’s eyes.

"You are lesser." A note of approval danced in her tone.

"Y-yes!" A needy shiver coursed through Lilly, settling at that heat building within, intensifying. A slick, throbbing heat that made her rub her legs together. If she wasn't restrained she would already be fingering herself.

"Good girl. Let's enjoy the song for a few more hours. And then we call the doctor. She's a fan too, you know. A real porn maker." Akiko let herself fall on top of the bound girl, breasts pressed on breasts in an intense way.

That sounded perfect to Lilly. She couldn't wait to be porn that made more porn, like her friend.

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