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Cum For Brains

"Thinking....hard...." You whined, your head felt so heavy and every time you moved your head it was as if your brain was sloshing around inside. Your thoughts felt so heavy, like jello.

"I'm sure it is cutie." The guy you had met at the bar and invited back to your place smirked, sitting on the couch. You could still see his cock dripping cum onto the floor. You couldn't look away from it no matter how hard you tried. "Why hard....." You whined. Your eyes glued to a drop of cum as it pooled on the tip. You stared at it, watching as it caught the light, curling around the edge. It bubbled up swelling before falling to the floor. As it fell your head dropped down, eyes following it as it splashed into a puddle on the floor. Your jaw went slack, drool dripping into it's own puddle at your feet. Your hips shook as you came trembling, not reacting to the sensations.

"That's cause you have cum for brains." He smirked and gave his dick a single, long stroke. Cum flowed from the tip dropping down into the puddle.

"Cum brains...." You giggled falling further onto the floor. The thoughts in your head couldn't focus on anything but the word cum. It felt so good in your head. Like your whole head was full of white sticky cum. Sloshing around. Swirling up any other thoughts and replacing them with cum.

"That's right. Each time you see my cum drip onto the floor you find that your thoughts go with it. Dropping into a pool full of nice sticky cum. Turning you into a nice, sticky, cummy mess."

You watched a large bead build up. You panted, eyes fixed intently on it. You could feel all of your thoughts pooling up in your head, it felt so heavy, so full. You watched the drop starts to slip off of the head of his cock, hanging low, dangling by a thread. Your thoughts ready to snap out of your head as soon as it broke. You couldn't fight the urge as your hips began to tremble.

The strand snapped, the drop falling. You could see yourself in it as it fell, all of your thoughts drifting out of your empty head. Your eyelids hung low, snapping closed as it hit the puddle. You fell to the ground, your body trembling as you came shaking. Your mind broke, a fresh batch of cum pouring into it pushing everything else away, all thoughts, all feelings. Just cum. That was all there was in your head. Cum for brains.

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Hope you all enjoyed that. There won't be a poll for this week as I'm super slammed next week, but don't worry, I'm gonna type up a second cum brained prompt for you all for then. Next week I'll slap up another poll though. Thanks as always for reading!

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“Wiping away the last remnants of my cum from the babysitters chin, i tested her instructions one last time.

Ok Claire, what happened here tonight?

I spent the evening looking after your child, sir

Good girl, you will remember that you spent the evening simply watching television, occasionally checking on my “child”. You will not remember the sexual escapades we had tonight, do you understand?

Yes Sir, i understand

I think i will be requiring your babysitting services weekly from now on, that won’t be a problem, will it?

No Sir, that won’t be a problem

Excellent, i believe its $50 i owe you for your, services? But you had such a good time tonight that you don’t believe that you require payment do you?

I..I don’t require any payment, Sir

I thought so, when are your parents expecting you back?

My Mother is picking me up at 10:30, Sir

Your Mother huh? maybe i should invite her in for a little chat before you leave.“

Been a while since my last post. Also, does anyone know how to get colored text to show up? the areas that i want in pick show up when i view them on my own blog page but not in the over tumblr list of posts :(

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Chiaki seems to have found quite the interesting game to go kill some time on~ Let's hope she doesn't get too carried away~

Just sqeaked in this Patreon Poll winner drawing just before the month ended lol. Thank AtlasTGuardian for the idea!

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“Do you see her, Julia? Do you recognize this look?  Hmmm? Yes, I think you know what’s going on here.”

Yes. I’ve seen that glazed look on my girlfriend Amy’s face before…… after two or three orgasms with me. But now, in a facetime call with her and this other unknown woman….. and what’s this around her neck? A belt? A collar?

“Wh-wh-what are you doing? Wh-who are you?” Brilliant. Stuttering like a fool, but it’s all I could get out.

“These pretty lips have been busy doing what I want, Julia. Look at your pretty Amy trying to lick my fingers. She’s so happy wearing my collar too. Aren’t you, pet?” Amy’s eyes still glossed over as she stared back at me, …. little whimpers from her as our eyes were locked. 

This woman continuously whispering things to my Amy…. or was she whispering to me? Amy’s eyes hadn’t blinked…. and neither had mine. It felt so much hotter now until I began to remove my t-shirt and my bra. “Pretty Amy.  Pretty Julia. So happy. Obedience is pleasure.” Who said that? Was I repeating what this woman said? Did I hear Amy say it?  Was I speaking?

“Amy gave me your address, Julia. We are coming over so you can see your pretty Amy. It won’t be long now, Julia.”

Now I know it was my voice speaking…………  “Pretty Amy.  Pretty Julia. So happy. Obedience is pleasure.”

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Alyssa hadn't seen the real world in a month.

As her new owners slowly modified her body. Dying her hair and giving their new slave the perfect doll body. Alyssa was trapped in the headset permanently entranced by her programming.

She was barraged with images of her and girls like her being fucked and used. She was fed a constant never ending stream of subliminal audio that slowly erroded her mind away into nothing.

When the headset was finally removed Alyssa was no more. Instead a perfectly obedient doll emerged in her place.

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Ghosted

“There is no such thing as ghosts Danny and even if there were I don’t think Madison would be haunting your house. Yes sure she used to own it before you moved in but she didn’t die here, she died giving a blow job in a moving car when it crashed so I think your mind is just playing tricks on you. Fine I’ll stay over tonight but don’t get any ideas mister I’m saving myself for when you put a ring on this finger.”

“Mmmm it feels so much better to have a body again even if it was your prudish girlfriend. After I got rid of the rags she called clothes and put on the dress you brought me her body started to feel more and more mine. Once I had the jewelry and make up on I was practically myself again. Maybe even better. Years of being chaste has given your girlfriend an almost perfect body. You were so blue balled by her you lured her here for me to take under the condition I fuck you. If I didn’t find you physically repulsive I’d admire the evilness of it all. Oh that’s right I’m not fucking you now or ever. My new pussy is virgin and I want a real man to make me a woman. So long loser and thanks for your girlfriend.”

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The Black Mirror

At first I was enraged when that goody two shoes of a witch trapped me in this cursed black mirror decades ago but that was before I absorbed with the evil power already present in the mirror. The witch had failed to remember she had trapped a primordial evil liquid in here before she banished me to it. Our hatred for the witch fuelled my absorption of the evil and I became much more than the sum of our parts. Despite still being trapped in the cursed mirror I soon realized I had influence beyond my prison. If someone looked at their reflection long enough I could imbue a piece of my new shiny corruption into them, transforming them into cold cruel beauties while also granting their true desires. With each new corruption I became stronger. It was a win win for everyone but especially me.

Take this transformation for example. I corrupted a timid little dork called Melissa who was being taunted relentlessly at school and couldn’t stand up for herself. She used to cry looking at me wishing her bully would stop picking on her. Of course I granted her wish by turning her into the bad girl in school and now she’s an even meaner and hotter bitch than her bully. Now everyone fears her instead and she gets off on being as cruel as possible.

Then there was Vicky. She was a sweet girl who used all her spare time volunteering for those less needy. She would spend hours and her own money helping those poorer than her great a leg up in life but she still felt it wasn’t enough. She wished she had more money to give to the people she desperately wanted to help so after I made her a blonde bombshell I convinced her to marry obscenely rich. Of course the money quickly corrupted her and soon Countess Victoria was only thinking about herself. She did end up helping some of those less fortunate souls by hiring them as her servants but she quickly grew tired of paying them and they became her slaves instead.

I’m not entirely a bitch though and I like to think I’m a romantic at heart. Take Candice for example. Poor thing had only one friend called Tish who she felt was growing away from her. Tish was getting more interested in going out, dressing more attractively and flirting with boys. Candice wished she and Tish were closer, more inseparable. So along with making Candice into a big breasted, beauty obsessed nymphomaniac I made the two of them lesbian lovers. Their love was so intense it turned my corruption pink. They can’t get enough of each other now and love to tease men at clubs by making out with each other and grinding their bodies together.

Following hot on the heels of one relationship issue was another from a married woman named Jessie who was feeling in a sexual drought with her husband. It had been months since they had barely touched each other and she was starting to feel like he wasn’t attracted to her anymore. Desperate, she wished her love life was adventurous, dangerous and existent. I took great pleasure in turning her into a hot and dominant latex lover. I filled her mind with the pleasures of delivering pain. I didn’t even have to change her husband as it turned out he was a closeted submissive and loved to serve Mistress Jessica. They both loved their new roles in their marriage.

As much as I loved warping love lives I was delighted when Vanessa rocked up to my mirror looking for a change in her professional life. She had been passed over time and time again for a promotion at work and wished she could finally start making progress on the ladder of success. So when I slithered into her mind I made her into a power obsessed knockout. She stopped at nothing to ascend to being CEO of her company. She lied, cheated, stole and slept her way to being the boss and looked amazing every second she was doing it. She took to my influence with such viciousness that my corruption became her own and she picked a colour that represented her own cutthroat attitude, blood red.

Natalie was a girl who had great aspirations of making it in the fashion world. She wanted to create clothing that not only looked great but anyone could wear at any price tag. Her designs were good but no one was biting and she was on the brink of flunking out of fashion school. She moaned into her reflection wanting a miracle so I introduced her to the lovely world of latex. She woke up the next day to a large roll of the stuff in various different patterns and found herself inspired. Modelling her outfit herself she loved the way it clung to her body and showed off her perfect form. She had to make more. Her designs were quickly a hit but she wouldn’t allow anyone to own them. Only someone as beautiful as her could dare to wear her creations. So they became much sought after and made her and famous in the fashion world and infamous for how cruel she was to her staff and fans but everyone loved her regardless.

My final masterpiece was a girl who was instantly recognizable to me despite me never meeting her. However I knew her to be the good witch’s granddaughter. She had the same looks as her grandmother but I could sense only a fraction of the power. This was of course why she found herself in front of me. She had heard the rumours of a magic mirror that could grant one’s desires. What she desired the most was to be like her grandmother, a powerful witch. I was only too happy to grant her what she wanted but by this point my own magic had grown enough to finally allow me to escape my prison. All I needed was a willing host and I found it in her. She fought it at first of course but once I convinced her that her grandmother was jealous of her growing power she couldn’t get enough of me. I transformed her body to my liking and revelled in how I know looked like a sexy and evil version of the good witch. I stretched out for the first time in decades in my new gorgeous body with only one thing on my mind. Revenge. I couldn’t have planned it better than for my nemesis’ downfall to come from her own flesh and blood. I took one last look at my former prison before heading out to see dear old grandmother.

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@zerotimetothink

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Victoria sighed heavily as she pressed play; she’d been looking for a movie to try out her new 4k VR goggles for ages, and now was finally settling down in the realms of comfort as she watched.

Before long, a word flashed across her screen. It was almost too quick to notice, however, and she shrugged it off, thinking it must have been a glitch. She bit her lip as the soft humming bass continued to reverberate through her mind. It had been going for some time now, though Victoria wasn’t sure quite how long. In fact, she was starting to have difficulties thinking altogether. Behind the goggles, Victoria’s eyes glazed over as she felt herself drifting as the words flashed on the screen, more frequently than before.

“BLANK”

Victoria heard herself slowly mumbling along to the flashing text.

“EMPTY”

She wanted to take off the VR goggles; she wanted to escape… whatever this was. Everytime she tried to take off the goggles, however, another word would flash. 

“SUBMIT” 

Another flash interrupting her train of thought. And another. Till nothing remained but the flashes before her.

Vicky lied drooling as the erotic images continued flashing rapidly in front of her eyes, each with a new, mind-melting suggestion. The humming beats in her ears still flooding her mind, drowning out any and all thoughts. Vicky helplessly took in her conditioning: she *wanted* to become a good girl, she *needed* to obey. After all, obedience made her so aroused, and arousal made her so obedient.

As the days went on, Vicky continued her programming. First came the wardrobe changes as she got rid of all her casual, dorky clothing and replaced it with some sexy latex and seductive crop-tops. Conditioned to wear whatever would get her submissive, slutty self some long required sexual attention.

Then, bigger changes began. She left her boyfriend. Good girls need to be available. She couldn’t fuck if she was in a relationship. She quit her job. Good girls don’t work. Working takes away from fucking, and sucking, and obeying. She needed to obey. She was a good girl.

Each night, Vicky put on her VR goggles. It had become a part of her nightly routine now, never missing out on her programming, her remaking. After all, good girls need their conditioning and training, which Vicky knew very well. She knew she had to sink, slip, and obey. She knew she had no choice but to go blank. It said so right there, right before her eyes, flashing in her mind.

As Vicky fell asleep to the soft hums of her programming, her world began to fade away again. Her thoughts, her mind fading into the sounds and words before her. A little more each time, the old Victoria faded away with them. 

Now, she was complete.

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BLACKED OUT

It was 7AM and my boyfriend seemed pretty surpised to see me. I had been banging on his door for nearly ten minutes before he finally opened it and let me inside.

I was still wearing the clothes I had worn yesterday and my hair was a mess. Waking up fully clothed on a sofa will do that to a girl. The only thing I had with me was a tote bag containing the strange items I'd found yesterday.

Now maybe I could get some answers. Now maybe someone could tell me why I had eight hours of my memory missing and my body ached all over. It felt like I'd run a marathon. The last thing I could remember was putting on the bra and panties I was now carrying in the bag. Then I guess I must have... blacked out?

Jake looked at me sourly as we stood in his bedroom. "I didn't think you were ever coming back," he shrugged. "I'm glad to see you turned back to normal at least, but I'm not sure where this leaves us."

"Babe," I started and saw the hurt flash into his eyes. "Sorry - look I can tell that I've done something to upset you, but honestly - I don't remember anything about last night."

Jake's eyes went to the bag I was carrying. His expression suddenly became thoughtful. "Is that lingerie still in there?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Hand it over and I'll explain everything."

I did, noticing a slight tremble in Jake's hands. He eagerly looked inside and took out the bra and panties. Both were branded 'Blacked' like the interracial porn website I knew so many people liked to watch.

I'd found the lingerie in a paper bag discarded next to a bin. Something had made me want to take it with me, so I had. Last night, for a joke, I'd tried them on - then all of this happened.

Jake set the lingerie out on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I can't believe you don't remember, but then again - maybe the magic does something to your memory. Last night you put on this lingerie and you... changed. The sweet innocent girl I know became an evil cuckolding slut who betrayed me completely."

I stared at him in amazement.

"You went from an average looking girl into a hardbodied bitch with the tightest pussy I've ever seen. You became a horny, mean, bitch and I had to watch as you fucked a black guy and you made it pretty clear that you prefered black dick to my 'tiny' cock."

He began to slip off his trousers and I saw he was rock hard.

"The worst bit was I kind of liked it. I've always had a secret fetish for snowbunnies. Seeing you become a total whore was something of a turn on."

I gasped as a sudden flash of memory burned vivid in my mind. The feel of a big black unprotected cock inside my pussy, filling me up as I bounced up and down and moaned happily. My body felt different... better. My face was meaner, hotter - my hair blonder and brattier. I giggled as big tits bounced on usually flat chest. I felt so fucking good.

"Nooo! I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't betray you!" I screamed grasping my head.

"Once I would have believed that," grinned Jake now entirely naked and picking up the panties. "But these things changed you and made you evil. I had to watch as you betrayed every promise you'd ever made to me. I had to watch as you became a fucking slut. But now it's my turn. These things worked on you - I don't see why they won't make me just as big a bitch as you became. It's time for ME to have some fun and cuck you!"

Stepping into the panties, Jake pulled them up with a wicked grin and snapped them into place over his cock. He shivered and I watched in amazement as he stretched and I heard bones crack and pop.

"Ohhh fuck yes, it's working," he laughed in delight. "I feel all tingly. Mmmmh, now lets get this bra on, I can't wait to have some fucking tits."

Picking up the bra, Jake slid his arms through the straps and tied the clasp. He cupped his flat chest experimentally and grinned. "Yessss, fill me up baby."

Jake turned to me and laughed. "It's working! Now you'll get to see how it feels - I'm gonna be an even nastier brat that you ever were!"

Watching Jake transform I began to remember my own transformation. It was coming back now - the feeling of power, of sex... of delight as you became sexier.

I watched as my boyfriend's body writhed and contorted in pleasure. His ass was swelling up and his short brown hair was now bright blonde and shoulder length. His waist crunched in and his hairy legs became perfectly smooth.

Jake's bosom swelled up, just as he had wanted. Two firm C-Cup tits filled the bra and pushed the front out as makeup shimmered over his face and his ass got bigger and rounder. He now looked like a hot slutty brat, and he giggled and stretched like a porn-star as his body popped and transformed into it's new form.

There was no longer any bulge in Jake's panties - his cock was long gone and now only an aching tight slit remained, eager to be filled by big cock.

"Yesssss, make me evil," laughed the new girl, "I can feel all my pathetic kind emotions draining away. Make me a mean size queen, I LOVE how this feels."

"Mmmmmh," groaned the woman in front of me as she tossed back her blonde hair and eyed me with disdain. "From now on you can call me Jessie. That loser Jake is gone. Now give me your phone bitch."

Snatching my phone off me, Jessie held it up to my surprised face to unlock it and began to go through my call history.

"Ahhhhhh here we are," she giggled punching some numbers into a phone. It rang and she held it to her ear. "Oh hey, I'm a friend of the girl you fucked last night. She told me you have a MASSIVE cock. Are you down to fuck me tonight? I have a friend over, but she wants to watch. Need my address?"

"What the fuck are you doing?" I gasped as Jessie gave her address to the mystery caller.

"I'm just setting up a booty call with the hot guy you fucked last night. I knew he'd be up for more white pussy, and this time it's mine that will get filled. I want you to watch every pump."

I shook my head, tears in my eyes.

"Ohhhh don't be so pathetic," sneered Jessie. "You did this to Jake last night, so you can hardly complain."

I had a sudden flash back of lying on a bed, Jake sobbing and a big grin on my face as I pushed my ass high into the air so the black stud on top of me could fuck me even deeper and harder.

Shame filled me... shame filled with desire. Why had I given Jake the lingerie, it should be me about to get fucked again.

Jessie laughed and striding over suddenly grabbed me by my hair. I screamed as she twisted my head to her hissing face.

"If you're thinking of trying to overpower me and take the lingerie, understand that I'm A LOT stronger and tougher than you loser. If you annoy me, I'll fucking destroy you. Now sit on that chair."

I sobbed as Jessie forced me over to a chair and then to my horror she used the bars on the back and a belt to secure my arms so I couldn't move. Now I couldn't try to stop her even if I wanted to.

"This way, you won't be able to touch yourself when I'm fucking. I don't want you enjoying this - it's MY revenge. Oh and let's shut up that pretty little mouth." Shoving a sock inside, she laughed as a I gagged and she tied a cloth around my mouth to stop me speaking.

No sooner was she done then there was a ring at the door and Jessie grinned. "Mmmmh I can't wait to get that cock inside me. Just think, this could have been you again. Now the power is all mine."

She swayed off and I tried to get free of the ropes. They were too tight and well tied, and when she returned moments later with a huge black guy I knew I was doomed. He looked curiously at me and Jessie smiled. "Just a kinky sex game we play. She likes to watch me get fucked."

"Wow, that's dirty," he grinned. "She looks kind of familiar... speaking of which, where's your other friend. She had the best pussy I've ever had."

"Wait until you've got a load of mine," giggled Jessie as she began to kiss and make out with the man. "You'll soon forget about that skank."

I sat and watched as my corrupted boyfriend made out with the hottest black guy I'd ever seen. When she pulled down his trunks and his massive nine inch dick sprang out, I was shocked but not surprised. Watching Jessie sucking and slurping her way up it brought back naughty memories of doing the same the other night. I had been such a slut... now Jessie was.

Jessie took her time with her new toy. She sucked, jerked and pumped the cock... deep throating and gagging several time. Soon though he was as hard as could be and she was clearly impatient for more. "Mmmmmh, I want you to fuck me baby," grinned Jessie, precum and saliva dripping down her chin. "Fuck me hard."

I couldn't seem to look away as Jessie climbed onto the bed and I watched the man slide his big cock into Jessie's tiny pussy. She groaned, more saliva dripping out of her mouth as her eyes rolled up into her head and she lost control of her limbs.

Pushing her head down onto the bed, the man used the extra leverage to get extra deep and Jessie moaned like a slut in heat as he got deeper and deeper with every pump.

"Ohhh mmmmyyyy Goddddddd," gurgled Jessie, barely able to speak as the black God behind her began to speed up.

"Ooooh fuck, I want you to watch this bitch. Tomorrow when Jake wakes up, he might not remember any of this. So you can tell him how much he enjoyed it. Tell him what a hot slut he became."

The man grabbed Jessie's hair and used it to fuck her harder. As she gurgled and moaned, screamed and quivered I felt my own pussy dripping. I was so jealous... I wanted to be her getting fucked so badly.

Now I understood why Jake had betrayed me. Last night he had sat here experiencing the same feelings. Well, tomorrow he would wake up with no memory of this, but I would know.

I would get hold of the lingerie and transform again. I would have more black cock. For now I just had to watch, tears in my eyes, dreaming of the pleasure to come.

I just needed another black-out and the power would be mine once again.

THE END

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HYPNOSAPIEN

The sound moved through Mel. That was the only way she could describe it.

She had come to the club in River City following mysterious flyers about this new group, HYPNOSAPIEN, whose music could "take you to a place you've never been before." Believe it or not, Mel hadn't been into clubbing since high school, but Piper insisted—after everything that had gone down with the Alphas, it was nice to let loose a little.

To call it a club was a stretch. HYPNOSAPIEN was as DIY as they come, performing in secret venues around Romero. Tonight it was the abandoned warehouse on the corner of Lincoln Avenue and Third Street.

The girls in the band were charismatic, led by Iris Blalock on lead vocals, but the music didn't impress Mel. It was the usual club trash with over-reliance on heavy bass and an overzealous mix of synthesizer that drowned out the live vocals. But Mel's biggest complaint? All their music sounded the same! That droning, wall-to-wall buzz cut between Iris' simple lyrics:

"Sink, sink, sink, sink, drop, drop, drop, drop."

After the third song though, Mel realized that the droning wasn't just a hum, but another set of vocals hidden deep in the mix. She tried to decipher the words, but they weren't even English. They didn't even sound human. And as she focused on the strange words, she began unconsciously following Iris' lyrics.

"Sink, sink, sink, sink, drop, drop, drop, drop."

And then the sound moved through her.

Mel turned to Piper to see if her friend had felt it too, but found that she was already on her knees, misty eyes locked on the duo on stage. Piper had torn her shirt open to grope at her small breasts, her mouth gaping as she begged to be taken deeper by "The Message."

"Oh, fuck..." Mel groaned as the sound moved through her. The meaning in its inhuman words were suddenly as clear to her as if spoken in English. One-by-one members of audience fell to their knees in uninhibited ecstasy, their cries of pleasure mixing with the music.

Mel, too, fell to her knees as she sunk her fingers between the folds of her wet pussy.

Oh Christ, it was happening again. She knew that she was losing her mind just like she had in the basement of the Alphas house, but this was something more than a VR headset light show. It was a total transformation, an awakening to a new state of being.

As the audience began to chant the lyrics hidden in the music, Mel joined their cries: "I am the Birth of a new species! I will Prepare my body and my mind for the Great Arrival!"

But it wasn't enough just to feel herself. Mel turned to Piper and pushed her friend down to the grimy floor, pressing her lips and tongue to her nipples, her hand finding its way down to Piper's pussy. Piper uttered a satisfied moan but continued the chant unbroken, "I will Fill whatever need is expected! I will Preach, I will Build, I will Breed!"

The show only spiraled from there as the hypnotized audience fucked each other senseless. Clothes shredding, bodies upon bodies as the audience paired off in twos and threes and fours, ignoring superficial details like who they came with or their sexual orientation. They clawed, and sucked, and licked, and fucked, and sweated, and came. Cocks filling any hole, pussies pressed to any lips. There was no one left in the room who didn't feel The Message move through them, no one who wasn't chanting its words now.

Even the two members of HYPNOSAPIEN stopped playing as Iris took her band mate Kayla by the hair and pressed her face to her pussy. The recorded music droned on in time with the orgy as the audience fucked late into the night, The Message's programming sinking so deep into their minds that it became a permanent fixture of their existence, taking everyone to a place they'd never been before.

This is a companion to Classified Information #2: The Sound Shout out to @shotgungt for the band name HYPNOSAPIEN

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Like this is me right now... like woke up after listening to Bambi Sleep last night... and like, just started listening to reinforcement loops this morning while waking up and like omg. like, feels so like good. Bambi's fav part of the day is listening to the files- they like, omg, feels like so good. Like, bambi is soooo much happier during the day overall. Like bambi is still tryin to find the best mix of files and stuff... like, yeah.... bambi had a hard time going into trance the last couple nights due to stress/cramps... and like, just want to get back to trance so easily again. Like not sure if/when bambi might stop listening... been... almost 2 weeks of nightly bambi sleep and it feels like so good. like bambi wants to be a dumbly smart bambi- she tried to like listen to the OMG files and like... mmmm, but like, bambi wants to still be smart so she can like, idk.... maybe being dumb is better.

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Look into My eyes, little one...look deeper and focus your attention to Me. Time to surrender completely and let your thoughts be milked away one by one...your warm, wet, delicious IQ dripping away...draining from your empty little mind and filling Me with everything you once knew... Those pearl earrings I sent you...the ones controlling your desires and programming you to become a perfect pearly slave...have done their work well. ...another few moments...and yes, yes - perfect...finished! Now you belong to Me...

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It had been subtle at first - the flashes of color seemed to be an element of the game’s little puzzles, and the odd soundtrack felt like a fun, cutesy addition to the gameplay. But now it had been over an hour, and Emily almost saw it for what it really was. The colors blinked and flashed, and each one interrupted her thoughts. She hadn’t solved a level in forty minutes. She’d barely pressed a button in the last ten. She’d just been staring.

And the music… that had changed, too. It still had the fun, bouncy, chiptune rhythm to it, but the stuff in the background was more clear now. It almost sounded like voices. Voices that were telling her-

[good girls do as they’re told good girls obey you want to be a good girl you need to be a good girl you don’t need to think you don’t need to understand you don’t need opinions you don’t need willpower you don’t need a mind you need to listen you need to obey you need to serve you want to be pleasing you want to be useful you want to be sexy you want to be wanted you are an object you are a toy you are a doll you are a slave fuck suck lick kneel stroke touch kiss love want drip moan cum serve beg obey]

-things. Things she could almost understand. They made her nervous, the ideas she could almost make out, but still… she couldn’t quite stop listening.

So she stared at the screen, listened to the music, watched the colors blink. She felt sure that once she finished this level, she’d understand everything.

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Reprogrammed

Warning: do not listen this file while you’re doing important stuff like driving, cooking, working, on the buss or at the park. Make sure you’re in a safe, quiet, calm and peaceful place where you can listen to it. Needless to say it’s very definitely for adults, and people who know exactly what they want or what they are waiting for.

The audio is based on the script “Reprogrammed”, so the main theme is robotization and brainwashing. the audio is designed for being listened it more than once by the user.

All pleasure units must obey the program