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Sigal Acon

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Pippen Pie

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WHAT is even the point of mind controlling a hero if it doesn't feel good. if you can't make them like it. if they don't learn to want it.

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pendant or spiral?

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Bambi obeys want too oby

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Turning down the volume of your brain by pinching your nipples and slowly twisting.

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Cassandra's Anime obsession

CW: corruption, brainwashing, bimbofication

Hi hi~ Nearly done with this week and all the extra work~

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Cassandra settled into her chair, the glow of the screen painting soft colors across her face. The opening notes of the anime’s theme song chimed through her speakers, sweet and sparkling, almost syrupy. She hummed along out of habit, eyes locked on the familiar swirl of light and petals that signaled the beginning of the finale.

She was excited, genuinely excited. This show had been her quiet obsession for months now. It wasn’t just the story, though that had its charm; it was the way everything had shifted over time.

The main character appeared on screen — Ayame. When the show started, she’d been so different. A soft-spoken college student, always in muted sweaters and tied-back hair, a serious girl with books under one arm and ambition in the other. But now —

Cassandra leaned forward, watching the screen with narrowed eyes.

Ayame’s skirts had crept shorter over the episodes. Her voice had taken on a higher, breathier tone. The once-sturdy loafers had given way to delicate heels. Lip gloss shimmered on her mouth in the sunlight. She laughed more now, but it was a strange, fluttering giggle — airy, light, and just a little empty.

Cassandra felt a thrill deep in her chest. Not quite admiration. Not quite envy. Something warmer, fuzzier. She couldn’t explain why it made her smile.

Her own reflection flickered faintly on the black borders of the screen, she barely noticed. The pastel-pink top she wore had been a recent purchase, something 'fun' she’d picked up without thinking. Her nails were done too. That hadn’t been a habit until a few weeks ago.

The episode continued. Ayame twirled on screen, tossing her long, curled hair with a wink.

Cassandra laughed softly.

A part of her — quiet, buried — shifted uneasily. But she didn’t hear it. Not underneath the enticing pop that echoed through her ears. She’d seen hints of Ayame’s evolution on-screen for a few weeks now. Something in the back of her mind felt it in a visceral sense, a change from prim to playful. She had enjoyed the contrast between Ayame’s previous self and her current one, how she went from shy and studious to bold and bubbly.

And the most delicious thing was, Ayame didn't even notice that each time she absorbed some of the big evil's creations power it corrupted her — just a bit more into a vapid plaything.

Cassandra bit her plump juicy lips as the episode properly started. And showcased Ayame's magical girl transformation. Like Ayame her alter ego had gone from demure, and wholesome to, well a slutty exhibitionistic display.

The main character twirled in a dazzling display of pink and blue light. Her once-practical skirt transformed, hem shrinking and tightening across the gentle curves of her ass, riding high above her shapely thighs. Cassandra watched with wide eyes, her own breath coming faster to match the rhythm of the scene. Between her legs heat settled. She squirmed slightly. Focused on her favorite character on the screen. There was just something so sexy about her transformation.

Cassandra bit her lips, a hand drifting down towards the heat.

On screen Ayame giggled, as she thrust forward her bouncing boobs. Her magical girl uniform was so tight it practically left little for the imagination — sheer white material baring her taut midriff, her tiny waist and wide hips — and there was no question of what she wore underneath the now-pleated skirt. The pale blue and soft pinks of the costume popped on screen, drawing every eye right where it should go.

Between her thighs, towards her butt or boobs.

Fuck. Cassandra moaned. So hot. She wanted a similar outfit. No, the same experience. To become something sexy, a vapid plaything, for others to enjoy.

Cassandra didn't notice how her own short mini-skirt rode up her hips. Exposing her thighs and underwear. Her legs spreading as if to present her goods on a silver platter to some phantom audience.

Ayame giggled and praised her viewers.

Cassandra wondered if it had always been this erotic — had it always fourth wall breaking?

But before the question could even try to move through the lusty haze that had invaded Cassandra's mind, Ayame challenged the big evil with a slutty stance. Thighs apart, back arched to thrust out her big breasts. A long wet tongue lolling out of her open mouth, a droplet of saliva dropped down. Ayame moaned. Cassandra felt it. Ayame shuddered on the screen, her body suddenly spasming. Cassandra gasped and her whole body followed suit.

Eyes locked on the screen, her hands dove into her panties, pushing aside her drenched underwear as she rubbed furiously at her clitoris, the nub standing proudly at attention, eager for more pleasure.

The episode drowned under crashing waves of denied release. Cassandra hang on every word, every single concession Ayame agreed to.

By the end, her hand felt raw, fingers curled desperately inside her. All to find the sweet release she craved.

And then it came.

As Ayame on screen embraced her inner bimbo self.

As Cassandra nodded in time with Ayame's thoughts.

Her hips rolled up into her fingers. A jolt of lightning raced from her core through her arms and legs to the tips of her toes and fingers. Her pussy spasming around her fingers. Eyes rolling in the back of her head.

Panting hard, Cassandra giggled in tune with her favorite character. Gawd she had to get some new clothes.

And maybe find a cute girl to share her obsession with.

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personal best

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random wetness checks during the day are so hot. getting forced to strip to my underwear to examine them from outside for wet spots. being bent over the nearest surface, forced to spread my legs so you can see better. a finger gliding through my wet slit to assess my pussy juice production, avoiding my clit to not distort the result. getting mocked for being wet, and punished and edged for being not wet enough. the humiliation of it all. maybe you're even keeping a chart of my hourly inspections, counting how many times i failed to present you a dripping pussy. please. i need this.

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Brie Larson

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Everyone has talents~

You happen to be the best at looking dumb and pathetic edging until you start to cry while the camera rolls for all your new fans 🩷

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Two hypno switches awkwardly flirting until they end up dropping each other.

Call that a switchuationship.

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Getting notes and notifications from tumblr is really addictive. It makes me so wet when people reblog and like my posts >//<. It feels like I'm doing my job as a cunt correctly: turning people on and getting used only to get off.

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No guillotine could take away the head I would give you btw