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savagereborn · 2 months

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A Polite but Firm Invitation

The moment Emily opened her mouth--she didn't even know what she was going to say yet, whether she was going to give voice to indignation or let out a full-throated scream or simply ask exactly what happened last night to leave her on her knees in the basement of a fraternity house with her wrists and ankles tied together--Abe used his mahogany cock as an impromptu gag, pushing between her parted lips and leaving her unspoken thought stillborn in her head. It should have been childishly easy to do something about it, even in her current predicament, but somehow Emily just… didn't. She simply stared up at him with in lost, helpless confusion and waited for him to tell her what was happening.

"So you've probably noticed that things are a little different for you now," Abe said, his polite voice belied by the thick shaft that completely filled her mouth and still left several inches sticking out in front of her freckled pink cheeks. "There's really nothing to worry about, I promise. We've just been trying out a little project lately that Sam's been working on, and you're… well, you're kind of one of the first test subjects. You're in the pilot program, and we needed to make sure you didn't wander off before we got a chance to fully confirm our results." Emily had a vague memory of Sam, a scrawny little nerd with close-cropped hair and big glasses who reminded her just a tiny bit of Urkel, showing her some video on his tablet that made her slump over in stupefied ecstasy… and surprisingly, her brain responded to the memory by sliding her tongue up and down the underside of Abe's cock.

"Okay, that's a very good sign," he cooed, and Emily felt a liquid rush of arousal between her thighs at the tone of warm praise in his voice. That didn't feel right somehow, it didn't seem like the appropriate reaction for someone tied up in a basement with a cock shoved in her mouth, but… but even when she described the situation to herself in the most stark and unflinching terms, Emily couldn't summon up any emotional reaction other than soft, sleepy ecstasy at pleasing her captors. The other feelings simply wouldn't come. Emily was happy to lick Abe's dick until his precum drooled all over her tongue and that was all there was to it. "You're doing very well for a first session, sweetie," he continued, and even the demeaning term of endearment made her pussy wet now.

Abe's cock twitched in her mouth, and Emily's head swam so intensely with arousal that she almost missed him saying, "Now you said last night you don't have anywhere you need to be except for today's classes, is that right?" She didn't recall saying any such thing, and in fact everything after she saw the weird head-twisting graphics spinning up on Sam's tablet was a gentle blur of ecstasy, but Abe was right about her schedule and she confirmed it with a muffled grunt of agreement around his thick shaft. "That's good. That's very good. I'm sure you don't mind skipping a day, I think Ricky shares a couple of courses with you and he takes very good notes. We'd just like to spend a little time advancing you to the next stage of the program… and don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy it just as much as you did the last one." His self-control exhausted, he began to slide his stiff prick in and out of Emily's warm, wet mouth, and she felt a surge of pure rapture as he finally shot a load of hot cum onto her licking tongue.

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savagereborn · 4 months

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Krista Pieces It All Together

There was a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this, Krista just knew it. She simply needed to focus her sluggish mind on holding onto a train of thought, tune out the constant thrusting of Daniel's cock as he fucked her face and try to remember the chain of events that led to her lying naked in bed with a vibrator in each hole and Daniel repeatedly shoving his prick down her throat until his balls smacked rhythmically into her drool-soaked chin, and eventually everything would make perfect sense to her, she was sure of it. She knew it all had a good reason behind it. Only she couldn't remember exactly what that was right now.

The cock in her mouth, she remembered that much. Daniel was… fuck, he was so hard from watching Krista play with herself like that. She couldn't look away from his twitching prick, drooling precum from the tip like a leaky faucet as he stared at her plump pink pussy lips and the buzzing toy absolutely stuffed between them. He insisted he couldn't fuck her, not when they both knew bareback sex was so risky, but Krista couldn't simply ignore that yearning erection. Her slow, stupefied mind ground its way through the convolutions of thought and finally came up with the solution at the same time Daniel did--he could use her face instead of her pussy. That way he could get off without having to worry about impregnating her.

That made Krista wonder how her ass and pussy got so full to begin with, but then it began coming back to her--she'd gotten to a point where fingers just weren't enough, not when her clit was swollen and her nipples were tingling and all she could do was drift deeper into her masturbatory reverie. Daniel had… he'd brought the toys out of his bag, she slowly realized. Like he'd known all along her arousal was going to reach a point where her needy cunt and tight, grasping anus were going to need to clench around something thick and solid and buzzing while she spread her legs and showed off for him. Krista envied his foresight, especially when her own mind had trouble recalling the past let alone planning for the future.

But that was what happened when she got this horny. Once her clothes were off, she simply couldn't keep her hands away from her wet pussy… but that was the next puzzle, wasn't it? How did her clothes wind up scattered across the floor in a heedless series of tiny heaps of fabric? That was Daniel's suggestion, too, just like the toys and the masturbation. He told her she'd be so much more comfortable when she got naked for him, and her outfit felt so tight and restrictive against her throbbing cunt and stiff nipples that it all seemed to make perfect sense. Everything made sense when Daniel explained it to her, and Krista felt like she could almost almost almost remember why if she simply focused her feeble brain as hard as she could and let him fuck her face while she drifted ever further back into her own memories….

Oh. Of course. It was because she was hypnotized. Daniel had hypnotized her, subtly and slowly insinuating suggestions into her attentive brain until she was locked in a deep, obedient trance, and that made her weak and malleable and easy to manipulate. She was helpless to resist his power, and he was going to use her as his sex toy whenever he wanted and she would agree because he'd already taken away Krista's ability to think critically about anything he told her, and that felt so lovely she couldn't stop herself from clenching hard around the toys filling her ass and pussy as Daniel shot stream after gushing stream of jizz straight into her warm and willing mouth.

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savagereborn · 5 months

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Carlotta's Speculations

Carlotta didn't know why she loved sucking cock so much. Not that she really thought about it while she had a man's dick in her mouth--honestly, she didn't think of much of anything at all. Her eyelids sank blissfully shut with the warm, cozy lethargy of slipping into a hot bath, and her mind relaxed into the thoughtless simplicity of in and out, up and down on the shaft between her lips with an ease and an effortlessness that would have astounded her if it didn't feel so wonderfully natural. Once she was down on her knees, everything went away. Perhaps that was what she loved so much.

Or maybe it was the moans. Carlotta didn't brag about it, at least not unless the topic came up on its own, but a decade of blowjob addiction had given her oral skills almost beyond compare. Any man who knew her understood that if they ever needed a quick release for their pent-up sexual energy, all they needed to do was put their hand on Carlotta's head and give her the gentlest downward push, and she would kneel down and undo their fly and slurp their prick to a powerful orgasm in a matter of mere minutes. Carlotta always received the most appreciative gasps and whimpers and lovely, lovely moans when she sucked cock, along with that delightfully passionate grip of hands tangling into her hair to pull her even deeper onto the shaft in her mouth. Carlotta loved being guided like that.

Then again, she also loved the neediness men expressed every time they grabbed the back of her head and tried their damndest to fuck her face with the mindless, rutting urgency of a dog who just got their first whiff of heat. Carlotta felt powerful when she was on the hunt for cock, knowing that she could lure any man into forgetting whatever they were doing with nothing more than a seductive flick of her tongue and a light, teasing caress of the bulge between their legs. She never had any problem convincing strangers to sneak off and pull their dicks out of their trousers, and of course no one she sucked off ever forgot her. That was… god, honestly it was fucking glorious.

But as lovely as all those things were, Carlotta somehow knew they weren't the reason she craved dick so bad she kept a dildo on her pillow just in case the hunger struck her in the middle of the night. No, there was something more, something that itched away at the back of her brain and made the act of sucking cock into a truly worshipful experience. She couldn't put it into words, she couldn't really even put it into thoughts, but every once in a while when she got down on her knees for a genuinely prize-winning penis--one that stretched her jaw and plundered her throat and strained her capacity for guzzling stiff pricks to its absolute limit--she heard a tiny little whisper in the back of her head urging her on. That voice always made her so wet. And her arousal made Carlotta push past her limits and empty out that man's balls.

She didn't remember who that voice belonged to. She didn't remember a night, just about a full decade ago now, when she was first conditioned to oral service. She certainly didn't remember how hard she struggled to resist before pleasure finally crumbled her defiance into deep, abiding enthusiasm. All Carlotta knew was that she loved cock. And ten years of surrender only made her love it more.

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savagereborn · 5 months

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Somehow… but how?

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savagereborn · 5 months

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Melanie has been busy for the past few months doing everything except take care of herself. She finally decided to schedule a doctor appointment and to get a total check up. She was almost done when the nurse said she needed a breast exam as it had been years. She recommended a nearby clinic or she heard a local pharmacy had a special machine that offered privacy but a full exam via machine.

Melanie went a few days later to the pharmacy and the male pharmacist told her it was so new and they would get the results emailed to her a day later.

He showed her to a cushioned bench with a strange metal arm with two plastic cups to attach to the breasts. Once he left she could remove her shirt and attach the cups around her mammaries following the instructions on a video and they would examine them. He told her an attendant would be outside the door if she needed anything.

Melanie waited for the door to click and took a few deep breaths before taking her shirt off. Her a cups were nothing the attendant would care to oogle at. She followed the instructions on the video and the clear cups attached. They looked clearly made to hold much larger breasts but it securely attached and beeped as an all clear to begin.

She watched the screen as it explained that it was examining for any lumps or abnormalities and was enjoying the massaging feelings for a good 5 minutes. It told her the prognosis was looking all clear and they just needed to gather some data for research purposes, did she consent to help collect additional data. She tapped the screen which then seem to move back out of reach.

The machine began sucking even harder and she heard a lot of beeping as they analyzed whatever it was looking for. After a few moments the screen showed her breasts on the screen. A perfect replica.

“Wow that’s amazing technology” she said to the empty room.

The machine looked like it was running some data when a robotic voice announced its findings.

Breast size is below average. Taking brain matter for mammary enlargement.

“Hey. What the hell?” The machine made a loud suction noise to answer Melanie. Her tiny bumps were sucked and pulled on like a vacuum while her head felt a lot pressure followed by a light headed feeling.

Boob size increased

Melanie took a few seconds to snap out of the weird feeling. She looked down at new nearly c cups. The machine had grown her boobs. Something was wrong. She tried to take it off of her chest. This was not what she came here for. She tried to yank but in the struggle she accidentally hit the button to activate the machine again.

Boob size is too small. Taking brain matter for mammary enlargement.

The machine whistled again. The suction felt even better this time. It forced Melanie to stop her struggle and she let out a mix of a moan and whine as the sucking and pulling started again. The sharp pain in her head happened again followed but a feeling of lightness again. As the machine quieted down she heard the voice.

Boobie sized increased.

Melani never had such big boobies before! The machine was doing something totally weird. It had taken her tiny a cups and now she had full DD cups! They were so big and round now. She should really get this machine off. But like she could still think and stuff. So like maybe if she hit the button one more time it would let her go after it sucked on her new big boobies. They were big but not like huge or anything. She tapped the button on the machine.

Boobies are not big enough. Taking brain matter for mammary enlargement.

The machine became once again and Melani was actually starting to enjoy it a lot. The sharp pain hurt but the feeling of getting more empty headed was so good. The noisy loud machine was making her boobies super big and they bounced. The cups were almost full. Melani loved seeing the big fat boobies getting bigger. It quieted down too soon and the machine played out the message.

Tit sized increased.

Melani looked at her tits. She loved that word. She got big HHH cup tits now. This machine was super fun! but could it like keep going? Cause big tits are so hot but like bigger is better in cock, tits, and bank accounts. Melani giggled as she tapped the button again to make the super great machine start working again.

Tits are not big enough. Taking brain matter for Mammary enlargement.

There wasn't a lot left for the machine to take but it pulled out anything it could. Meloni probably couldn't pass high school, maybe even middle school if she tried. She no longer cared about the job that kept her so busy. She just loved her big fat tits and how sexy they made her look. Her empty head made her happy because it meant she had enormous bouncy tiddies.

Tiddie sized increased.

Meloni looked down. She wouldn't be able to see her feet or wear normal shirts and she didn't care. She had enormous fat tiddies and she was a sexy brainless bimbo. Maybe the machine could help her even more.

“Guh! Can like ya go even bigger funny machine?” JJJ cups should have been enough but Meloni wanted more. She tapped the button super fast many times.

Big fat tiddies requested. Bimbo brain exchange for ultimate mammary expansion now in progress. Prepare for Tiddyslutification.

The enlarged tits began flowing out of the cups that could hardly hold more than nipples. The The cups were much too small now as they sucked out any crumbs of intelligence and turned Melanie into tit obsessed idiot. If it wasn’t about boobs, she wouldn’t be interested. MMMM cup bug fat tiddies bounces down as the machine unlatched.

Hello Melons Tiddyslut! We are glad we could adjust your tiddies. Please enjoy your big fat tiddies and your stupid bimbo brain. You are a good Tiddyslut!

Stupid girlish giggles at the silly fun machines sillly words! Melon’s tiddies were obnoxious and huge, and jutting out bouncing all over the place. Two oversized watermelons on her chest. She was so happy everyone could see her fat sexy tiddies. She happily walked to the door and out with nothing on. Why hide them? In fact she needed to get a new camera to share them with everyone.

Her data uploaded to the research server while her video surveillance was uploaded to several porn and fetish sites. The machine sat waiting for its next victim. It wouldn’t be long before Melons Tiddyslut was a household name. The expansion community was going to keep on growing.

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savagereborn · 6 months

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From Chrystal Heights neighbor Stress City:

“Welcome to Stress City”

Liz drove past the sign without a backward glance. She wasn’t planning on staying in this city long enough to need to feel welcomed. She was going to attend the convention on behalf of Dr. Link and then be back home in Chrystal Heights before dinner.

Liz shook her head. Of all the places she could have ended up as a temp at, it had to be Dr. Link. But apparently his receptionist was out for maternity leave and Dr. Link needed a temp, so here she was.

Not that attending a convention was hard work, of course. All she had to do was sit at a table and hand out business cards. In fact, it might even be interesting. And besides, she had never been to Stress City before.

Stress City wasn’t far from Chrystal Heights. It was small as cities went- under ten thousand residents- and it had a reputation for being a very low-key place to live. In fact, some people said it was practically mandated that residents weren’t allowed to feel stress.

As Liz drove into the downtown area of Stress City, she saw a sight that caught her by surprise.

The traffic light was not working. That itself wasn’t surprising, but what was surprising was the fact that there appeared to be a hovering robot in the intersection directing traffic.

The robot appeared to be a torso with four spindly arms and a head. Liz lowered her window as she got closer to the intersection. She could hear the robot’s voice droning on.

*Please continue your journey without worry,* said the robot. *The traffic guidance system will be functional again shortly. Please do not allow stress to interfere with your daily routine. To help alleviate any stress you may be feeling, please listen to the soothing sounds of ocean waves breaking along the beach.*

As Liz made her way through the intersection, she could hear the sound of ocean waves on the beach. She could even hear the sound of seagulls cawing in the background.

Liz shook her head in amazement. Stress City really took their “No stress, no mess” motto seriously.

She followed her GPS map to the address of the hotel where the convention was being held. Despite arriving early, Liz saw to her dismay that the parking lot was nearly completely filled. It appeared the convention was drawing more people than she had expected. There was a number of spaces still available, of course, but it appeared that would require a good deal of walking. After the long drive from Chrystal Heights, Liz was not in the mood for a long walk, so she cruised the parking spaces closest to the door to see if anything was available.

Then she realized there was an almost invisible space available toward the far corner. It wasn’t the closest space, but it was close enough. As she approached the space, Liz realized another car was closing in from the opposite direction, almost certainly looking to park there as well. Liz gunned her engine slightly, which allowed to her reach the space first. She slid into the space and turned off her car. Then she exited her vehicle and started walking toward the door.

The other car stopped and the window slid down. The driver was an older gentleman, perhaps in his forties.

“Pardon me,” he said, “but you’ve parked in my spot.”

Too late Liz noticed the sign declaring the parking space as ‘Reserved for Employee of the Month’. She pretended not to hear the man and continued toward the door.

Stepping quickly, Liz entered the hotel and made a beeline for the check-in table, as she wanted to avoid the man whose parking spot.

“I’m here to run Dr. Keith Link’s booth,” said Liz.

The woman at the check-in table gave Liz a friendly smile. “Welcome to Stress City,” she said. “I just need your booth validation form and you’re good to go.”

Uh-oh.

“Umm, can I bring it to you later?” said Liz. “I left it in my car.”

The woman shook her head. “I’m afraid not, ma’am,” she said. “I need it before I can let you in.”

Liz glanced over her shoulder and checked the front door. “Seriously?” she said, the tension making her voice raise. “You’re going to make me go all the way back across the parking lot for a stupid form?”

The woman turned and said, “Security!”

A floating four-armed drone, similar to the one Liz saw directing traffic, hovered in her direction.

*Alert! Alert!* said the drone. *Stress-causing interaction detected. Please step away from the table, ma’am.*

Liz blinked. “Are you serious?”

Red barcode lines suddenly projected from where the drone’s face would be. Liz suddenly realized she was being scanned.

“Hey!” she said. “Stop that! I didn’t give you permission to scan me!”

*Stress detected,* said the drone. *Stress modification procedure initiated.*

“What?!” said Liz. “What the hell are you talking about? You can’t regulate my stress!”

One of the drone arms straightened in Liz’s direction. Then she heard a pneumatic *pffffft!* and suddenly a small dart was sticking out of her thigh.

Liz’s eyes widened. “Hey!” she said. “What the fuck?! What the hell did you just…just…just…”

*Modification procedures in process.”

She blinked, but her lips were having trouble forming words. Drugged. She had been drugged. Liz wanted to respond, but a wave of calm had overwhelmed her feistiness. Why was she arguing anyway? Everything was so nice. Peaceful.

*You caused stress,* said the drone. *That is a violation. Reparations are in order.*

Liz blinked. She thought she should form an argument, perhaps explain herself, but that would be too taxing.

The drone ticked and beeped as it processed the information. Then it said, *Viewing breasts reduce stress. You are hereby sentenced to remove your upper garments for a period of four hours. You are not to leave the convention grounds until that time. Punishment now being sent to station computer for processing.*

Liz blinked as the drone’s words sunk in. Did the flying robot just tell her she had to be topless?

The drone’s eyes suddenly flashed green. *Punishment processed and confirmed. Violator is to be stripped of upper garments at this time.*

The drone hovered forward until it was next to Liz. The four spindly arms began removing her top and then bra.

Liz blinked, the tranquilizer in her system interfering with her ability to resist the drone’s rapidly moving limbs. She raised her hands to push away the aggressive drone, but she was unable to prevent the drone from stripping her to the waist.

The drone hovered backward, out of Liz’s reach, her top and bra in its grip. *Violator has been processed,* he said. *Remember, violator, you are restricted to the convention grounds. Do not attempt to cover your upper body, as you are serving the community in this condition. Viewing your breasts helps keep stress from occurring in your vicinity.*

Liz blinked. The tranquilizer was beginning to finally wear off and with that came the embarrassing realization that she was completely topless in front of dozens of people.

“Wait!” she said, her words slurring as she tried to speak through the tranq effects. She crossed her arms over her large, bare breasts. “You can’t take my top…!”

*You clothing has been confiscated until the end of your sentence, violator.*

Liz was blushing from her hairline to her waistline as she felt everybody’s eyes on her. She needed to get out of here. She turned for the door.

Then she stopped. Standing between her and the door was the man whose parking spot she had taken. He was speaking with the hovering security drone. Then the man held out his hand. The drone extended one of its spindly arms and a needle extended. It almost appeared as if the drone was taking a blood sample. Then the drone turned toward Liz again.

*Violation! Violation!*

Liz took a step back. “Me again?”

*You have once again been found to have caused stress, violator,* said the drone. *This is your second violation of the day. You have been found to have caused Jason Carre stress when you parked in his rightfully earned parking space.*

Liz assumed a look of complete innocence. “I had no idea!” she said, as clearly as her numbed lips would allow.

Suddenly a hologram projected from the drone’s eyes. The hologram showed Liz exiting her car and glancing at the sign, then ignoring the man as she made her way toward the hotel entrance.

Uh-oh.

“Ummm,” said Liz. “I mean, I wasn’t really-“

*Violation! Violation!* said the drone. *You are charged with intentional stressitation. One moment, please.*

The drone’s eyes blinked several different colors as the interface with the main computer was accessed and information transmitted. Then the drone’s eyes blinked green.

*Violator will de-stress the victim. Recompense to commence immediately.*

Liz blinked. Recompense? What the hell was the stupid robot talking about?

*As per statute 85-445H, oral sex shall be the service rendered by the stressitor. Recompense to begin immediately.*

Liz worked through the drone’s formulaic statement in her head. Then her eyes widened.

“Oral sex?!” she said. “No way!”

One of the drone’s arms extended and Liz spun around to run for the side door. Liz heard the pneumatic *pfffft!* and a moment later felt a sharp pinch on her left butt cheek.

*Violator has been sentenced,* said the drone. *Recompense to begin shortly.*

Liz waited for the tranq to take effect, but that didn’t happen. Instead Liz detected a slow, burning, erotic heat beginning to blossom in her belly.

*Preliminary arousal stage in effect.*

The heat was growing more intense now, more demanding. Liz gasped, her nipples hardening. She was impossibly wet, her thighs pressed together. She was shuddering.

*Second preliminary stage beginning.*

Oh, gawd. Liz couldn’t think. Her pussy, her nipples, her whole body was an impossible erogenous zone. She dropped to her knees, her hand slapping between her legs. Her eyes closed tightly as she desperately tried to control her hands.

*Third preliminary stage in process.*

Liz moaned, her hand sliding into her panties against her will, her fingers desperately working her clit, sliding, pinching, grasping.

But she couldn’t cum. She couldn’t make the crazy impossible heat stop.

“I can’t!” she wailed.

*Affirmative,* said the drone. *Your system is unable to complete it’s climax until the DNA signature of your victim is recognized by your system.*

Liz moaned, her heat impossibly high. “What the hell are you saying?!”

The woman behind the desk said, “He’s saying you can’t climax until you swallow his semen, sweetie.”

Oh, gawd. She had to come. She *had* to.

But she couldn’t.

And then Liz found herself dropping to her knees in front of the man, a man whose name she didn’t even know, and desperately pulling his cock out of his pants. She wrapped her lips around the stranger’s shaft and began to suck his dick with an impossibly heated passion. Back-and-forth her warm, wet mouth slid over his cock, again and again. Even the taste of his pre-cum was causing mini-explosions in her belly.

*Compliance stage in process.*

Liz stroked her tightly-wrapped lips over his shaft, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock. Wet slurping sounds emerged as her mouth worked his dick without pause.

*Recompense stage about to begin.*

And when he finally exploded in her mouth, his heavy semen shooting down her throat and filling her belly, it triggered her release. And the effect of Liz moaning around his cock as she came convulsively, her hips bucking even as she swallowed load after load from the stranger, caused him to ejaculate even harder.

*Recompense stage nearing completion.*

At last the stranger pulled his fully drained dick from her mouth. And only then, still on her knees, belly full of semen, did it occur to Liz that she had just blown a man- a stranger- in front of a large crowd.

Eyes closed, cheeks burning, the taste of the stranger’s semen still in her mouth, Liz could only get to her feet slowly, trying to draw what little dignity remained about her. As much dignity as a topless woman with a belly full of semen could manage.

*Victim has been de-stressed,” said the drone. *Violator has satisfied penalty. Please have a nice, stress-free day, citizens. And violator, welcome to Stress City. Please be sure to observe and obey our laws to ensure a stress-free experience.*

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savagereborn · 7 months

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Daphne was searching for clues in the old Bimbeaux mansion when, suddenly, the room began to fill was a sweet smelling, pink gas. As she breathed it in, she found herself feeling light-headed and fuzzy. Her whole body felt tingly; it was like the gas was tickling her all over.

“Oh no! It must have been some kind of booby trap!” Daphne exclaimed, “I better get out of here!”

She headed for the door but found it was locked. She tried to go back the way she came, but she found the door has somehow locked behind her. She felt dizzy and silly. The lovely gas filled her lungs with every breath, invading her body and mind.

Daphne gasped as she ran her hand across her chest, “Oh my gosh! My boobies are growing! This is super bad… I think….” She watched as her breasts ballooned out before her very eyes. A voice in the back of her mind told her that she should be more concerned about what was happening to her but, as she took in more of the sweet, pink gas, she found herself feeling better and better. Soon, the voice was gone completely.

She squeezed her new, massive tits and the sensation dropped her to the floor. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she bit softly on her bottom lip. With one touch, her whole body exploded with pleasure. She felt like millions of fireworks had gone off inside her. Her mind felt like it was floating away as the gas swirled around in her head. She wanted to care, to find help, but she could only feel pleasure. It felt so good. She moaned and whimpered as her boobs continued to expand; her bra no longer able to contain them. Daphne pinched her plump, stiff nipples and cried out for relief.

Oh God, I, like, need to be fucked soooo bad, she thought to herself as she pulled up her skirt and exposed her bare pussy. She giggled and moaned as she swore she felt the gas enter her, filling her pussy with the most amazing feeling she had ever felt in her life. As she slid her fingers into her desperate, needy slit, her eyes glazed over, and her mind completely blanked.

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savagereborn · 7 months

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Fairy Godbimbo

Fae was once like you. Plain, drab, and very much not in love with her look. She wanted so desperately to be a pink, bubbly bimbo and wished that she could become one.

Unfortunately, the tales of magical transformations are more fantasy at this time. So Fae decided to take matters into her own hands. She worked her own magic on herself, becoming the pretty bimbo of her dreams, and building up a bimbo fashion company.

Of course Fae had another wish. She wanted others with similar dreams to not struggle like she did. So since she had no fairy godmother, she opted to become one for everyone else.

With her sense of style, ability to patient explain makeover techniques, and plenty of money she gathered from her fashion empire, Fae became the fairy godbimbo to many aspiring bimbos. So make a wish...she might grant it...

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savagereborn · 7 months

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Happy Ending

Latu went to the massage parlor with one thing in mind. It wasn't the soft touch of expert hands, the relaxing sensations of muscles being worked, or the chance to get naked. Well...at least not in the traditional way. When he asked for a happy ending, the masseuse was mad. She sat on his back and he felt hot stabs in his back, like she was carving something into him. He passed out from the sensations which felt strangely...good.

Later, Xiaotu work up with a start. She wiggled off the table and walked past a mirror...which she stared at in shock. Her body had been remolded. Her hair bleached. Her outfit changed. She had only one thing on her empty, relaxed mind: sex. She'd be getting her happy ending after all: a life as a giggly, pretty bimbo.

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savagereborn · 8 months

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BITCH-SEED: (The leaving gift)

Jenny loved her younger brother Toby so much. He was funny, kind and musically talented. He was a drummer in a Nirvana inspired school band and didn't lack for moral courage. He was a cool kid who looked out for others - she was really proud of him.

That was why she begged him to stop trying to intervene with her bullying by mean-girl Aimee and her bunch of cronies.

Aimee was a blonde, spoiled rich girl who had taken a dislike to Jenny. She was cruel, self-absorbed and malicious and seemed to spend a considerable part of her energy looking for ways to ruin Jenny's life.

The popular mean girl had a vindictive and cruel streak and Jenny didn't want her brother being targeted and victimised next. Besides, they were moving schools next week so what was the point? Her Dad was getting a job in a new town and the family were all moving. Jenny was looking forward to the fresh start.

She was by the lockers clearing out some of her things ready for the move one day, when she heard a familiar voice.

"Hey loooooser."

Jenny's bowels clenched in fear as she heard the teasing, superior voice of her bully behind her and she turned to see Aimee and her clique of girls standing before her.

Aimee was impossibly pretty. Her blonde hair was platinum and straight and perfect in every way. Her flawless features were smooth and beautiful, her clothing expensive and painfully tasteful. She wore white knee length boots, so shiny you could see your face in them, a pleated black mini-skirt and a cute pink sweater of some highly expensive material. A pretty pink bow was pinned into her hair.

Cold blue eyes regarded Jennny maliciously, Amiee's pink lip-glossed lips twitching into a malevolent smile as she examined her acrylic nails - long and white - and advanced on her victim.

"Ohhh are you clearing out your locker already loser? So sorry to hear you're leaving us. I guess that means you think you're getting away from me?"

Jenny backed nervously away from the other girl and shrieked as she crashed into the open door of the locker behind her. The impact bruised her back and sent a stab of pain through her body.

Amiee and her girls howled with laughter enjoying seeing Jenny make a clutz of herself as usual.

"I'll have to find some other pathetic fuck to do my homework and top up my coffee money," laughed Amiee. "You're so fucking pathetic Jenny. It doesn't matter where you go, you'll never amount to anything."

"Hey - leave her alone," snarled a voice and Jenny felt a stab of fear as Toby suddenly appeared at her side. "You bunch of bitches better leave my sister alone. I'm sick of watching you float around here as if the world owes you a living. None of you have got any real backbone. You're just parasites who live off your Daddy's money. Get out of here."

The girls all looked at one another in genuine puzzlement and Amiee smirked - tossing her hair coldly and folding her arms dangerously beneath her breasts.

"Oh yeah nerd? You think you can protect your dumb sister from us? I don't think so and thanks for helping me make my mind up about something I've been planning for a while. Girls I think it's time we gave our leaving gifts to these losers."

Holding out their palms facing up, the popular girls all began to giggle and smirk as with a buzzing, crackling sound, tiny motes of energy materialised above their open hands. They formed into small spheres of pastel coloured energy that floated in the air. The siblings gawked in astonishment.

Amiee's was the largest. A ball of bratty pink light that shone with a powerful radiance and seemed to whisper toxic ideas into the mind.

"Each of these is a bitch-seed. It's how we make more members of our clique. The seeds contain our memories of makeup, boys and fashion and also our stronger personalities and feminine desires that will corrupt and transform anyone they enter. One of you is going to become JUST like us and I think we both know who..."

Laughing Amiee turned and blew on her seed. It shot from her hand and hit Toby... crackling as it entered his body and he groaned in shock.

He gasped as the delicious pink energy throbbed and thrummed through him and around him... strange new thoughts and desires filling his mind as his bones and body ached.

Doesn't it feel good to be girly?

It did feel... good. Really good.

Toby's short brown hair lengthened and his features became softer. Pretty lashes blinked in astonishment and he tugged uncomfortably at his clothing as his hips cracked out and his chest tingled as budding breasts began to form. He was becoming a girl!

"You see Jenny," laughed Amiee. "When you start your new school - it's the perfect time to send someone to start a new clique there. I've done my research and your new school is pathetically short of bullies. I've decided your brother will be perfect to start things there. He has real leadership potential and once I've turned him into my mini-me then you'll never be free. The transformation changes reality for any who don't witness it, and soon you'll be the only one who remembers your brother. Now let's fill him up with more, girls!"

More bitch-seeds floated from the girls hands and into Toby. Pink and purple sparks crackled as they merged into him and Toby moaned as each one was absorbed into his body accelerating the physical changes.

Toby groaned as his nice personality was attacked and overwhelmed. He felt so sexy and bitchy and it felt so good to give into all the whispering girly voices telling him to accept the power.

Yesssssss let your like loser personality become ours. Be a mean girl, you know you want to.

Toby giggled and threw back his head - eagerly spreading his arms wide and accepting the energy into his body. He needed this! It felt AMAZING!

Amiee watched in wicked delight summoning another ball of energy and sending it into him.

"Yessss that's it bitch... take all our power and let it transform you. Let your new thoughts take control. Become a fucking bitch just like us."

The girls surrounded Toby and holding our their hands shot more energy into his body. Each blast caused Toby to moan in pleasure and to writhe in ecstasy - clearly enjoying the wicked energy pulsing into his body.

"Yessssss... give it to me... mmmmhhh fill me up. Mmmmh this feels so good yes I wanna be a bitch just like you girls!"

Toby moaned as wicked nails shot from his fingers and his hair lengthened and turned lighter then finally platinum blonde. His body became more feminine with tanned soft skin and beautiful features. Hips cracked out as his chest began to bulge pushing his t shirt out in interesting places.

Jenny sobbed in horror as she watched the transformation. She was powerless to stop the corruption. Toby wasn't even resisting!

The girls were all moaning in unison now, the bullies groaning like sluts as they pushed their most evil, depraved, slutty memories and thoughts into the bitch-seeds.

Toby's mind was being corrupted and overwritten by dozens of memories - Amiee's strongest of all. His own useless boy memories were being overwritten.

Memories of sucking dick, spending money, acting like a spoiled bitch filled the transforming sluts mind. It overrode now useless knowledge. Who needed to play the drums when you could be a cheerleader instead? Who needed to know the names of his male friends when he could be friends with the most popular girls in school.

Hours worth of makeup tutorials, knowledge of how to bully people and manipulate others seared through Toby's malleable mind. The bitch seeds were finding fertile ground.

"Yessssss, I love it," drooled the blonde girl happily as her pretty eyes rolled back in her head. "Give me moooooore!"

"Wow girls - she's really receptive. Pump her mind full of our nastiest memories. Turn her into the meanest, most spoiled slut ever. Burn that boy out of her. Make her into our new friend... Naomi."

Naomi moaned happily as she heard her new name. Yes... that was who she was now. Her pink lips curved into a wicked smile as she felt her breasts swell up nice and big and her useless dick retreat into being her new clit. This was MUCH better.

"Fuck yes girls - make me fucking EVIL!" laughed Naomu as she felt all positive memories and love for her pathetic sister burned out of her mind. This was glorious.

Sobbing in the corner Jenny watched her bullying sister being corrupted into the worst kind of bitch.

By now the energies had even affected Toby's former clothing. His Nirvana t-shirt was now no more, replaced instead by a tight pink dress that fit the new bitch perfectly.

Naomi's nails were long and sharp, her shaven pussy covered by a tiny black thong whose string rode up between her perfect ass cheeks. Full firm breasts, bigger then Jenny's stood proudly on her chest and her bitchy blonde hair fell like a perfect wave around her shoulders.

She and Aimee looked like sisters now.

Aimer and Naomi hugged as if they had known each other all their life and Jenny squirmed in fear at the matching smiles on their perfect faces...

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Linda had thought she should go say hi to the new girl on the beach. Jenny seemed nice - although the look of terror on her face as Linda approached was weird.

The chubby nerd wasn't sure why Jenny was so terrified and she didn't even see Naomi from behind till it was too late.

Linda moaned as the bitch-seed conjured by Naomi flowed into her body and she began to change. "That's it nerd," hissed Naomi, "let the bitch in you grow. Become the bitch you were born to be."

In moments Linda had been replaced and had become Leanne instead. Now a spoiled beach bitch she moved to flank her new Alpha with a wicked smile on her face.

"Thanks sis," giggled Naomi. "Another new girl for my clique. I do enjoy turning the ones that would have been your friends into MY friends."

Jenny cried as she looked into her once kind brothers sneering face. Naomi was even worse that Aimee had been. She constantly mocked and teased her sister and made her feel inferior. Worse - her parents were totally enthralled by their popular, successful, beautiful daughter and now despised Jenny.

School was a nightmare - Naomi had created a new clique of bullies and turned the school into her personal playground. She was now head cheerleader and dating the quarterback. Having to listen to Naomi scream in ecstasy as Chad fucked her brains out in hwr bigger bedroom next door was yet another indignity Jenny had to endure.

"Oh by the way loser," grinned Naomi. "Aimee and the girls are visiting this weekend. They're staying over the whole time and I bet you can't wait to catch up with her."

Laughing Naomi strutted away to the admiring stares of everyone whilst her sister cried like a pathetic little bitch.

Guess Penny wasn't enjoying her leaving gift after all...

THE END

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