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[ditz-emmy]

honestly whatever u think fits the most 🩷 (enby would be nice tho cause I am)

^^ okay !!! yippy. im still writing this story rn (been distracted T_T) so the name wont be in the next one but ill def try and put it in the next story i write ^^ thx ori :] (im assuming ur name is ori lol)

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do u think u could include the name Ori in a fic?

^^ sure :D what gender person :3

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where did u get the idea to name that character Talia ☠️☠️ that's my IRL name and I've never seen it used as a name in a fic once in my life ahhh how fun!!!

omg!! congrats on being my first ask i think.

uhmm to be honest i cant remember ^^' i wrote that a few months ago and im pretty forgetful... but im glad u enjoyed seeing it! i love seeing my name in smut :3

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Juice That Makes You Cum

Talia was embarrassed by how nervous she was. Even though she didn’t believe any of the claims on the bottle’s label, her stomach was filled with excitement and anxiety as she poured herself a fimble’s worth of the liquid. “Juice That Makes You Cum” was the newest trend dominating all her social media algorithms; videos of people having small sips of the juice ended with them blushing and panting from “instantaneous orgasms”. It was clearly just a new type of thirst trap with a bit of absurdist comedy mixed in. Seeing your favourite creator cut from “before” they drank the juice to “after” was hot, and the fact that they supposedly became dishevelled by tasting some special juice was just an added element to make you giggle.

Except, they always used the same juice. Every video showed a close-up shot of the same brand of juice, the same bottle Talia had in front of her. Unable to resist the allure, she had caved and ordered herself a litre bottle of the seemingly magical liquid. Despite her cynicism, she couldn’t help but be exhilarated by the concept. Her midi sundress, which normally hid the redheads cock completely, was starting to tent because of Talia's excitement.

She raised the glass to her lips and inhaled but the drink, a pale translucent liquid, didn't have any recognisable scent. Talia shrugged and took a sip.

She nearly choked on the juice as her whole body momentarily and involuntarily spasmed. Talia let out a reserved moan as the orgasm passed through her body. It was minor, nothing like the ones depicted in the more lewd videos she'd seen. It had felt amazing but it had only lasted a few seconds; her cock was fully hard now but it had only slightly stained the floral dress containing it. A far cry from the thick ropes of cum described by reviewers she'd read.

Maybe, it was the quantity. Because of her nerves, Talia had poured herself as little of the juice as possible. She wondered if drinking more of the juice would lead to a more intense climax. She filled her glass with just enough of the juice for a proper mouthful, a little more than a shot.

Timidly, she raised the glass to her lips once more. Hands shaking, because of both fear and pleasure, Talia whipped her head back, pouring the liquid in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, hoping to avoid choking as she had last time. As she swallowed, her body tensed and she let out a loud, mindless moan. Thick cum spurted from her cock, leaving a wet patch on her dress while maintaining enough momentum to keep travelling through the air and audibly coat the ground. Her voice whimpered as the orgasm continued, she felt her hands instinctively go to massage her tits, accentuating the pleasure.

10 seconds passed, her cock finally stopped leaking and her moans subsided- though her body still floated on a background radiation of pleasure. Talia couldn't believe how good she felt. The videos she had seen had been understating how it feels, her mind was still on cloud nine. Thinking was hard right now, it was so easy to embrace the pleasure. After almost a minute of mindless breast massaging, Talia's thoughts began to reform; the first one being: "I need more."

She slipped out of her chair and onto her knees as she bypassed the glass entirely and picked up the bottle. Her eyes were unfocused and her mouth a crooked smile as she thought about how good she was about to feel. Just as she'd unscrewed the bottle's cap, she hesitated for a second. The bottle featured a warning with the text "phone this number if max number of servings exceeded." Talia's mind was fuzzy right now but she knew drinking the whole bottle in one go exceeded the recommended serving by a mile. Surely, a label like that implies some sort of danger. This thought floated around in the blissed out woman's head until she shook it off. She wanted to feel good.

Talia opened her throat and whipped her head back, swallowing as much of the bottle as she could. Unavoidably, drinking so enthusiastically led to her spilling the liquid all over herself, though Talia didn't mind, she didn't mind anything, she felt too good. As the sweet liquid trickled down her throat, Talia's body shivered and twitched, her hips wildly bucking after rope after rope of cum covered her floor and soon her entire body as she fell onto her back, squirting cum up into the air. Her free hand pulled up her, now soaking, sun dress and started to stroke her beautiful cock. The physical stimulation drove her pleasure to new limits as her mind flushed with orgasms, pushing all her thought and intelligence out through her cock.

As the last drops of the juice dripped down her throat, and the last drops of cum dribbled down her cock, she felt better than she'd ever felt. The pure orgasm had subsided but her entire body felt relaxed, a level of bliss she'd never experienced before spread throughout her whole being. It was as if the pleasure had stunned her, she was lying motionless on the floor, a glazed look in her eyes and drool running down her face as she eagerly stroked her rock solid cock. 

With the hand that wasn't currently wrapped around her dick, she fumbled around for her phone. No words were forming in her head, it was too empty for that. It took her multiple tries to unlock her phone, her fingers shaking from the intensity of her climax and her mind shut-down by it. She didn't know what she was doing, the only thing she knew is that she wanted to feel this good all the time.

Talia clicked "subscribe to delivery." her mind was still swimming, drool still pouring from her open maw. Soon she would feel like this everyday, as long as she kept drinking the bottle of "Juice That Makes You Cum'' that was now going to arrive at her door everyday.

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Bus Stop

Rose hated smokers. Not only did the smell of cigarettes always end up giving her a headache, she’d read somewhere that they negatively impacted the effects of HRT; and Rose really didn’t need any help to have a slow transition. The curvy body she was hoping for hadn’t come anywhere close to manifesting over the last 6 months. Sadly, it was raining and she needed to take shelter under the bus stop canopy while she waited to go to work: Trapping her next to the gaunt, middle-aged woman who was smoking a cigarette and filling the air with noxious fumes.

She sat down and decided it would be best to focus on her music and hope the bus wasn’t late. Despite that, she couldn’t resist shooting the smoking woman some harsh looks, though they were either unseen or ignored. To Rose, the lady was the perfect example of the type of person she hated: Selfish and uncaring. Thinking about the smoker too much was putting her in a bad mood, so she tried to distract herself. She didn’t want to arrive at work wearing a massive frown, it was still only her first month on the job. She wanted to set a good first impression and prove the top-notch grades on her CV weren’t a fluke.

Rose let out an exasperated sigh. The headache was starting. Luckily, it was a minor one. Rose couldn’t quite tell if her head actually hurt but it was definitely fogging up slightly. Unable to contain herself, she shot another glare at the middle-aged woman. This time, however, she let her gaze linger as she began to notice how attractive the smoker was. She was visibly aged but all her wrinkles seemed to accentuate her sharp facial features. Her eyes were sunk and framed by her dark brown bangs. Her brow was seemingly permanently furrowed but it only added to her beauty. For the first time, the weary looking woman met her gaze, though Rose quickly averted her eyes; she didn’t want to give the wrong idea.

Rose's head pulsed, it was as if her headache was getting worse but she still felt no pain. She rubbed her temples slowly as she felt herself getting lightheaded. She took a deep breath, in a vain attempt to get some fresh air, but as she did so she noticed that her shirt was tight. Only by a little bit, but it was still tighter than she would have liked. Rose liked to wear ill fitting clothes, she was self-conscious, her body was entirely devoid of curvature and she wore baggy clothes to hide the fact. Even when she bought clothes for formal environments, like the dress-shirt she was wearing today, she bought the biggest size she could get away with. Even though the idea of wearing a tight top was stressing Rose out, she couldn’t help but smile. A tight top must have meant the HRT was working more than she realised.

As the shock of her slight curve wore off, Rose decided to take another look at the striking women she was waiting with. She couldn’t tell exactly how tall she was sitting down, but the woman was definitely taller than her. The woman’s body was angular, the opposite of the curvy one Rose desired, but it was just as alluring. Her posture was relaxed yet confident and her facial expression was that of somebody who was bored, fed-up, yet something about it was incredibly appealing. Rose was still annoyed by the woman’s smoking, but couldn’t help but feel her chest flutter as she realised how close she was to such an enticing figure.

Rose realised how long she had been admiring the stranger and shamefully looked away. A red hue overcame her cheeks as she realised how uncharacteristic her gawking had been, she felt dizzy. Before she could chide herself too much, she became distracted by the sudden increase in tightness around her chest and rear. Tighter than it had been previously. Rose wondered if the rain she had been caught under before she reached the bus stop had somehow shrunk her clothes, though that didn’t seem right. No matter the cause, it was becoming uncomfortable. Despite her insecurities, Rose reluctantly went to unbutton the top couple of buttons from her shirt. As she did so, she gasped. She’d accidentally brushed one of her breasts and it was much more sensitive than she was used to. She knew HRT made you more sensitive but this sudden onset of size and sensitivity was unusual, she knew it. Seemingly, her small outburst hadn’t drawn any attention from the smoker, and an idea arrived in Rose’s head:

She could test for breast growth and sensitivity by feeling them up, right now. Rose physically shook her head- that would be incredibly inappropriate. She was only a few metres away from a woman she had never met, she couldn’t start fondling herself, even for just a few seconds.

Although, the woman seemed distracted, she’d only glanced at Rose once in the couple minutes they’d been sitting together. She knew it was unlike herself, but Rose had to check her sudden chest progress. So, she raised her left hand and grabbed her left boob. The fact she could “grab” it was great news for Rose, previously, her flat chest meant you could only lay your hand on top of it, but now there was actual volume! Rose’s face beamed with excitement, she must have grown a couple of cup sizes overnight. As embarrassed as she already was, Rose needed to test her sensitivity too, so she gently squeezed her breast. She instantly regretted it, she let out a quiet, uncontrollable moan as she felt great pleasure coming from her breast. Her hand shot back to her side. Her face went completely red and her head swam with pleasure.

Rose giggled. That had been a very silly thing to do. Luckily, the woman sitting next to her hadn’t seen- her eyes had been staring at nothing in particular, as they had been for most of the last few minutes. Though, the woman now wore a slight smirk as she continued to take drags from her cigarette. Looking at the stranger once more, Rose was reminded of a few of the professors she had met while studying at university. Seeing the lady smoking and looking thoughtfully into the distance, it was like she was back at university studying…

Rose frowned and then let out a small nervous laugh. She couldn’t remember the name of her major. In fact, she couldn’t remember many things about her time at university, except for the time she spent admiring the female faculty members. She unbuttoned more of her shirt, relieving a tension that had been slowly building since she last did so. Rose put her finger to her open mouth: if she didn’t remember anything about university, clearly she hadn’t learned that much. And if she hadn’t learnt anything how did she pass with her high grades?

Rose giggled again. Looking down at herself, it was obvious how she had passed. Her large boobs and almost completely unbuttoned top told the story of a woman who was happy to show off her arousing curves. With a body like Rose’s she never had to try very hard on exams, especially in classes with a female professor. Staying after class with her favourite professors guaranteed a good grade no matter how little she understood the topic. Unsurprisingly, never having to learn anything led her brain to atrophy due to unuse but she had so much fun with her professors it never worried her.

Her hand fell from her mouth to her tits as she began to fondle herself, thinking about all the hot women who’d “taught” her at college had left her with a desire for pleasure. The cock underneath her trousers slowly started to harden. Rose frowned, she didn’t normally wear boring trousers did she? A girl like her would surely wear the kind of skirt that really shows off her ass.

She tried to contain her moans as she groped herself and stared at the stranger, Rose couldn’t help but imagine the tall, lanky women standing over her as she knelt. A trickle of drool fell from her open lips as she thought about all the ways the woman could dominate her. She could put rose on a leash and drag her around, she could force Rose to wear clothes too small for even her new slutty personality, she cou-

Roses runaway fantasies were interrupted by the sound of a bus pulling up to the curb. Rose stared at it, she couldn’t remember if this was the bus she was waiting for, in fact, she couldn’t really remember why she was waiting for a bus in the first place. Just as she started to get concerned, the stranger spoke. A husky, arrogant voice:

“Are you coming to my house, slut?”

The woman extended her hand, offering it to the drooling bimbo.

Rose squealed with excitement: the hot lady at the bus stop wants to take her home! Rose thrust her titties up and grabbed the smoker's hand. As the pair got on the bus, neither one of them could stop fantasising about what their future will look like.

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Study Session

Harriet rubbed her eyes in an attempt to relieve the dull pain she felt behind them. A long day of studying was catching up with her, the short brunette had spent hours with her head buried in notes in an attempt to ensure a top mark on the upcoming exam. She had received higher marks than anyone else in her class on every assignment so far and as much as she tried to separate her self-worth from her academic achievement, it was difficult when she felt like that was the only thing she had going for her. The dull pain became louder, she was developing a killer headache. Luckily, she was working through a topic she was very familiar with, brushing up on enzymes, and decided a break would do her some good.

"Maddie", she called out to her study partner, who was currently fetching herself a drink. "Would you get me some painkillers?"

After a few moments, the tall, blonde woman returned from the kitchen.

"Here you go, love," Maddie said as she passed the bookish girl a glass of water and two tablets. 

Harriet scowled, she hated being called that. She looked at the pills for a moment before throwing them into her mouth and washing them down with some water. She thought they were odd, they were a peculiar shade of pink, she'd seen pink tablets before but she had never seen this exact shade. But without reason to be suspicious, the thought passed as quickly as it arose.

As Harriet went to thank her friend, she was hit with a wave of dizziness; as if she'd stood up too fast. She assumed she'd swung her head too far back while gulping down her water but when the dizziness didn't subside she started to worry, she started to sweat a little. Or maybe it was getting hotter? Harriet and Maddie had been sitting on the floor, gathered around the coffee table in Maddie's living room. It had been cool all day, especially with the floor just below her crossed legs, but she was suddenly feeling like she needed to open a window. 

"Doing okay, babe?" Maddie enquired, a slight smile heard in her voice.

"Y-yeah, just a little hot"

Harriet wasn't really comfortable with her blonde friend's use of pet-names, but she didn't have the energy to muster up a complaint. Not knowing what else to do, she decided to end her break early and get back to her work. But as she looked down at the page, she was lost. She couldn't remember where she had gotten up to. More than that, she was struggling to understand what many of her notes meant. She chastised her past self for poor note taking before realising that she was struggling to recall what many of the words she had written meant. Her brow furrowed, she had done all of this before, a lot of this topic had been covered in her high school science classes even! She stared, open mouthed at the page. She felt really warm now, and her head felt heavy. There was a voice in her head telling her something was wrong.

Maddie hadn't sat down. Instead she was standing, a few metres away from the confused girl, grinning. Harriet moved her body to face her.

"W- What did you do..." Her words were slurred, her voice trailed off as her eyes landed on the bulge in her friend's skirt, a trickle of drool fell down her chin.

"Nothing much, darling, nothing you should worry about"

The words relaxed her, the voice in her head screaming at her to get away from Maddie got a little quieter, and she kept staring at her friend's bulge. Maddie noticed and walked a step closer, and then a step closer- up until the bulge was only half a foot away from the drooling woman's face and her eyes were almost crossed trying to stare at it. Harriet was drooling, part of it was because she was so disoriented at this point she couldn't keep her mouth closed, part of it was because the outline of Maddie's large cock was forcing her head to fill with lewd thoughts. Since she'd laid eyes upon it, images of wrapping her lips around it wouldn't leave her head. Harriet got on her knees, and shuffled even closer to the cock.

"I.. I wanna.." Harriet couldn't conjure up any words, she wanted to suck it. But she didn't know how. She knew there was a cock under her friend's clothes and she knew she wanted it in her mouth, but the brunette didn't have the brain cells to figure out how to get the cock free from its textile prison.

"Aw, poor baby. Do you wanna suck my cock?" Maddie cooed in a sing-song voice. Teasing Harriet, not that she was smart enough to recognise it. The airhead nodded, but that wasn't enough for Maddie. "Say it. I know it's hard for a stupid slut like you, but say you want to suck my cock."

Harriet frowned. The lady with the cock was so mean to her. She was slurring all her words and the mean lady was making her talk to get to the cock! But she had to try. She needed it in her mouth.

"I wanna.... I wanna suck your- your cock!" Harriet slurred victoriously, she was so proud of herself.

"Good slut."

Harriet shivered. Maddie reached down and pulled down her skirt. Freeing her large, pale cock from its confines. If Harriet still had anything left inside her head she would have recognised that Maddie hadn't been wearing any panties but she didn't have anything in her head. At least, she didn't until she stuffed the cock into her mouth. She let out a muffled moan as she did so. As Maddie grabbed her hair and started forcefully guiding the sluts head up and down her cock, Harriet felt a warmth inside her, a feeling of happiness, of belonging. Harriet was a dumb cock-slut. Each time the cock hit the back of her throat she felt more and more of her intelligence drain away permanently,  the voice that questioned this, that knew it wasn't right, got quieter and quieter.

With little warning except a husky moan, Maddie forced Harriet's head down as she came down the former genius' throat. And as Harriet happily swallowed the cum, the last trace of any of her intelligence disappeared. The voice was gone, replaced with the new Harriet. And new Harriet and Maddie's cock were going to have a lot of fun together.

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welcome to ditz-emmy

im emmy and im a ditz. im also a (new) writer so this is my writing account! i will be writing nsfw stories so this blog is 18+. please leave now if you are under 18.

boring disclaimer:

this blog will feature fantasy fetish content including mind-control, hypnosis, cnc, and intox. it may features stories that would be impossible/immoral in real life. my writing is not an endorsement of behaviours contained within it.

more about me:

im a trans person who's been reading smut for a long time and has finally decided to write some! please feel free to message me to talk about my writing/writing in general. i will use the tag "#ditz originals" for my writing and "#ditz reblog" for reblogs.