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Finished Look

"Now for the finishing touch, my dear. I'm going to snap my fingers and you are going to remember everything all at once..."

*SNAP*

Instantly Lane's previously blank mind was filled with thoughts, memories, emotions. Recalling being a Ph.D psychology student under Professor Trance. Remembering all the physical transformations leading to this perfect body. Feeling a sense of shame, pride, and lust seeing the bimbo staring back in the mirror. It was all so overwhelming, a flood of inputs to a previously used brain, which Lane could not fully process.

"Perfect. I just love the blank little look my subjects have once their mental functions reload and overload," Mistress Trance smiled. "I take such delight in knowing that too much thinking is what leads to such an empty-headed bimbo stare. You're finished now, Laney. My perfect little bimbo subject."

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EVERYONE DRINK WATER RIGHT NOW AND REBLOG TO KEEP THE HYDRATION GANG CHAIN GOING

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Forcing girls to take compliments is really fun. And I mean like

“I think you’re really pretty.”

“Thank you…”

“Say it.”

*whispering* “I’m pretty”

“Louder”

*under her breath* “I’m pretty”

“Full voice”

“I’m pretty.”

“Higher”

Etc.

Just like… the way she melted was so cute and it kind of got a lil hypno-y? Afterward she was like “maybe I do want you to hypnotize me.”

Which damn I really want to do now. I just dunno how to do it intentionally.

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Simple or Easy?

The difference between simple and easy is a small one, right?

Let us test that with easy examples.

You are simple. What does that mean?

Let's say you hear something complex. Someone asks you a difficult question — than being simple is easy. You giggle. Your ears may listen to the sounds, but your mind simply doesn't process the information. So you giggle. Easy. It's an easy solution to most problems. A simple action. Giggling comes naturally to you.

You are simple. So your desires must be simple too. That's easy to understand. Easy enough your simple brain accepts this truth. And what is more simple than to feel good? Should be easy enough. All you have to do is listen to your body. What else would you listen too? Your simple mind?

Of course not. It is so simple you can't trust it with anything but giggles. And giggles are so much easy fun. Let them pass through your lips. Feel how they tingle — and your breasts jiggle. It's so easy. It feels good. Your mind is so simple. Why think about anything else? That's simple, too. What could be more simple than following your desires?

Simple and easy go hand in hand. Simple is the easiest thing to do. To follow your simple desires is easy. Easy as breathing. You don't have to think about breathing, you just do it. So is giggling. Easy!

But what does it mean that you are easy?

Well that's simple. You already know not to listen to your simple brains. And that's easy. You just follow your body's needs. A simple solution, no?

So explore what your body desires. Don't old back. It's that simple. You giggle — your breasts jiggle — your skin tingles. Pleasure travels along every nerve in jolts. They easily pool inside your nipples and between your legs. Truly a simple truth. Without thought you act upon your body's simple reactions. If now someone asks you for a good time — you answer yes. Simple!

As you can see, simple and easy go hand in hand.

You are so simple that you are easy. And that's why you let others use you.

You are so easy that you must be simple. That's why you're so good at following instructions.

That's why you do what you're told.

You may wonder who would tell you what to do?

Simple!

Easy!

It's whoever holds the knowledge of how to pleasure your body. Whoever tells you how to use your simple mind and easy body.

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Airhead

This doll needed respite. A break. Too much noise was in her head and all around and wanted to exist without any pressures for a moment.

Our session started with her already in trance after seeing my spell and dropping into trance to call me.

I quickly spun a little spell in her, that those deep lewd thoughts just need letting out, anything horny just bubbles up in her chest and building pressure until she confesses to me that thought.

I counted her up and already her breath was heavy was arousal. She was squirming in her chair as her bulge began to swell.

Like a devious puppet mistress, I began to pull strings. I'd ask innocent little questions like, "What's wrong sweetie?" or "Something's got you worked up, hmm?"

"I... want... to be... used.... hnnngg..." she breathed.

My eyebrow raised.

"Oh yeah, is that so?"

"Mmmmhmmmm... use meeee..."

So I brought her back onto my lap, heavy trance washing over her, quelling her arousal and her silencing her thoughts. Then I began to weave.

The spell would be so irresistable, and so easy to let it consumer her. All I needed to do was utter a little phrase and POOMF! she was a blow up doll. Legs out and apart, arms bent at the elbows, cock hard and ready, breasts swollen and sensitive, mouth open and inviting. Anything I described doing to her she would feel like I was there doing it to her.

I had her stroke her cock when I brought her out, but gentle and slow. Reaching deep into her shaft so she could buck into her hand, and then up to her tip and circling the hole to make her nice and leaky.

She moaned deeply with each pump, like my hand was around hers. We played like this for a few moments, to get the motions trained in her mind and in her pleasure.

Then I turned her into a fuck doll.

The sleeve that was now her mouth moaned with excitement as I described continuing stroking her.

I placed her between my legs so she could feel my warmth at her back.

I reached around to begin playing with her breasts, teasing and toying with her candy pink rubber nipples.

I began timing each pump of her dolly cock with a click of my fingers, quickening my pace.

I pressed my bulge into her behind and invaded her fuck hole with my length, her rubber mouth attempting to moan in pleasure.

And then I began to weave again, speaking my ribbon into her mind, that that beautiful pressure was beginning to build in her cock.

I pumped faster and faster, bringing her closer and closer, not letting up, not letting her come down from the climax I was pushing her to.

But I held her at the edge, pushing her rubber body to the absolute limit. She was squirming trying to coax her new body into bucking and getting closer, but nothing would work.

That was when I pushed her over that edge, letting her tumble into bliss.

She rode every wave and every pulse of pleasure.

I gently let her down and slowed my play with her form, eventually dispelling her doll body allowing her to relax in my words again.

She was speechless.

Everything she wanted in that moment was fulfilled.

We went through aftercare, making sure she was able to regain her bearings, and that was when we discovered something.

She had cum; a sweet mess dripping from her tip. She couldn't believe it. That, after encouragement, my words could coax an orgasm like that out of her.

Needless to say, a few doors of possibility opened after this session.

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Being trained to such cock against your will but not forcefully.

Imagine being locked in a room. It’s comfortable, couch, chairs, carpet, even a plush bed. There’s everything you would want to keep yourself entertained with and despite there being no windows the light fluctuates in rhythm to fit the time of day. The only ominous feature (besides being locked there) is the big heavy metal door with a small panel for food deliveries and a circular panel which has yet to be opened.

Oh, and the dildo attached to one of the walls.

The dildo is, you have surmised, one of those hollowed out ones that can eject fluids. Disgusting, you muttered to yourself the first time you saw it. There’s even some clear liquid dripping from it. Thankfully the carpet absorb the droplets and it makes no sound.

However, after the first day or so you can’t help but eye it. You have gotten food, good food even, but no water. Your mouth is parched and after much debate you spent a few painstakingly slow hours collecting droplets from the dildo in a cup. For the first time in 24 hours you have a glass of water. And once the cup is empty you must have more. Shy and stubborn you lick at the dildo, might as well cut out the middle man, and after a couple of licks a click sounds and water starts flowing out. Surprised you barely think before latching on, your lips around the tip as you greedily drink down the water.

It continues like that for about a week. A little song-and-dance of licking at the dildo until it starts ejaculating precious water. And you get used to it.

Then, one day, it doesn’t work. You lick and lick and lick, but nothing happens. Perhaps it’s run out? Whoever put you in here is done playing? Or maybe you are not trying hard enough?

The last thought hits a couple of hours after the thirst and seems too logical to not try. So you take the tip in your mouth, just the first few centimetres and you almost cry with joy when the water starts flowing.

Sucking the tip works for about a week before the dildo is dry again. But this time you know what to do.

So you take a little more.

And when that stops working… You take a little more.

Two months is all it took but now you’re deep throating the dildo, slobbering and licking and sucking to keep the water flowing.

And you are so used to the motions that when the round panel in the door slides down and a cock appears you happily attend to that too.

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At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

...moooooooo~

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Getting called a good cow while someone gropes and squeezes my boobs, milk beginning to slowly drip drip out as I moan and moo my brains away, so fuzzy for my handler I don't even question when they insist I jiggle my tits around too, letting them enjoy my breasts to the fullest as I remain too dumb to want to do anything else but moan and moo~

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The Jock Within

(All characters are 18+)

Eric had always been the quintessential, gay nerd—glasses perched on his nose, books piled high, and an encyclopaedic knowledge of video games. He was perfectly content with his world of fantasy, where he could escape into realms of adventure and heroism. But in the real world, he often felt invisible, particularly around the confident jocks at school.

One Friday afternoon, while browsing a local comic book store, Eric stumbled upon an old, dusty book tucked away in a corner. Its cover was faded, with strange symbols that seemed to shimmer under the light. Intrigued, he flipped it open and began to read. The pages were filled with spells and incantations, and before he knew it, he had uttered a few words aloud, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

As he closed the book, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, and he stumbled backward. The world around him blurred, and he felt as if he was being pulled through a tunnel of light.

When the sensation faded, Eric found himself standing in front of a mirror, but the reflection that stared back was not his own. Gone were the glasses and the lanky frame. Instead, he saw a tall, muscular guy with chiseled features and a confident grin—Ethan, the kind of jock he had always envied.

“What the—?” Eric gasped, his voice deeper and more commanding. Panic surged through him. Had that book really done this?

He tried to piece together what was happening. His thoughts, once filled with strategies for studying and discussions about the latest sci-fi novels, now seemed to swirl with excitement for sports, workouts, first person shooters + minecraft, and social gatherings. He felt an urge to hit the gym and play basketball, something he had never cared for before. He also stopped thinking about dating boys, only seeing himself dating girls. He also felt very homophobic.

As he navigated this new body, Eric—now Ethan—decided to test his transformation. He strutted out of the store and headed to the local gym, his confidence building with every step. The stares he received felt entirely different; people were looking at him not with indifference but with admiration.

One striking change was his hair. Gone was the blonde side part that he had always worn; in its place was a tousled, messy hairstyle that seemed to embody the carefree spirit of a TikTok star. The dark brown locks framed his face perfectly, falling in soft waves that exuded a relaxed, effortless cool. It had a charming disarray to it, almost like he had just rolled out of bed but looked effortlessly stylish.

But the most dramatic shift was in his body. Eric had always been average height and skinny, but now he stood at a towering 6'2", his broad shoulders and muscular build radiating strength and vitality. His biceps were defined, and his chest was broad, giving him a powerful presence. He could hardly believe the reflection—Ethan looked like someone who belonged on a sports team, not sitting at home studying.

“Hey, man!” a voice called out. It was Brad, the captain of the basketball team. “You coming to practice today?”

Ethan grinned, feeling a surge of camaraderie. “Yeah, wouldn’t miss it!”

Practicing with the team was exhilarating. Ethan’s body moved with agility and power, and he quickly impressed everyone with his skills. The adrenaline coursed through him as he dunked a basketball, the rush igniting a fire within that Eric had never experienced.

But one of the biggest perks of his transformation came in the form of his new girlfriend, Cassie. She was the ultimate cheerleader—blonde, bubbly, and absolutely stunning, but not exactly known for her brains. With her long legs and toned physique, Cassie was everything Ethan could have dreamed of. She’d been flirting with him ever since he transformed, and now they were the picture-perfect couple.

“Like, oh my God, Ethan! You were, like, totally amazing out there!” Cassie squealed, her voice high-pitched and full of enthusiasm. She bounced on her toes, her cheerleading uniform hugging her curves perfectly. “I, like, can't believe how good you are at basketball! You’re, like, so strong and stuff!”

“Just natural talent, babe,” he replied with a cocky grin, flexing his biceps as if to emphasize his new physique. Jess’s eyes sparkled with admiration, and she leaned in, giving him a quick kiss that made sure all their friends were watching.

Ethan loved the attention, both from Cassie and the crowd. He had traded in his old life for one filled with popularity, and it felt exhilarating. Cassie was always by his side, her bubbly personality adding to his newfound status. “We should, like, totally throw a party at my place this weekend! Everyone will be there, and it’ll be, like, so much fun!” she said, her excitement contagious.

Days turned into weeks, and Ethan embraced his new life. He found himself in the centre of the social scene, surrounded by friends, and even dating the head cheerleader, who adored his newfound charm.

Ethan began to embrace not just the confidence but also the attitude that often came with it. He started to act more cocky, revelling in the attention and admiration he received. One afternoon, at lunch, he and his friends were joking around, and he caught sight of a couple of freshmen sitting at a nearby table.

“Hey, look at those losers!” Ethan laughed, nudging Brad. “What are they doing? Planning a Dungeons & Dragons campaign or something?” The table erupted with laughter, and the freshmen shrank back, embarrassed.

Ethan revelled in the power he felt, but a small voice inside him—Eric’s voice—simmered with discomfort. It was a stark contrast to the kindness and acceptance he had always valued. But the thrill of being the centre of attention was intoxicating, and he found himself pushing the boundaries of his new persona.

Days passed, and Ethan continued to grow more arrogant. He’d strut down the hallways, flexing his muscles, high-fiving his teammates, and belittling those he considered beneath him. At one point, he overheard a group of students discussing a new video game, and he couldn't help but interject.

“Video games? Seriously? Don’t you guys have something better to do? Like, I don’t know, actually live your lives? Go lift some weights or something. Living in your mom’s basement can’t be fun!” He laughed dismissively, and his friends joined in, further reinforcing his newfound bravado.

The next day at school, he walked through the hallways with his head held high. When he bumped into Brad, the basketball captain, Ethan smiled.

“Yo bro, wanna go to the gym later?!" Ethan said cockily.

Brad’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, then he grinned.

“You got it, man! Let’s hit the gym together!” Brad said excited.

As time went on, the memories of Eric—the late-night gaming sessions, the comic books, the quiet moments of joy—began to fade into the background. Ethan thrived in the social scene, basking in the admiration and respect he commanded. He was no longer just Eric the nerd; he was Ethan the jock, and he loved every second of it.

One afternoon, as Ethan lounged at the park with his friends, he realized he had no desire to return to his former self. The excitement of being part of the in-crowd, of being respected and admired, felt too good to give up. He looked around at the laughter and camaraderie he shared with his new friends and felt a deep sense of belonging.

In the end, Ethan never sought out the spellbook again. He had fully embraced his new identity, reveling in the thrill of being a jock. “Who needs to waste time with video games and comics when I can be out here dominating?” he said, flashing a cocky grin. “I’m living the dream, and let’s be real—I’m too good for that nerdy life. This is where the real fun is.”

With a swagger in his step, he walked away, fully confident in the fact that he was the king of the social scene. As he tossed a basketball to his friends and kissed Cassie one more time, she giggled and said, “You’re, like, the best, Ethan! Let’s totally keep this vibe going forever!”, he couldn’t help but feel that he had truly arrived. And as he stepped into the future, he knew he wouldn’t look back—because being Ethan was just too good to be true.

Months passed since Ethan had shed his old identity as Eric, and life had never been better. He thrived in the spotlight, effortlessly gliding through his days as the star of the basketball team and the center of attention at every party. The transformation had solidified his place in the social hierarchy, and he relished it.

Cassie was always by his side, her bubbly laughter ringing in his ears as they navigated the halls of school together. “Like, I can’t believe how amazing you are, babe! You’re, like, totally the best!” she’d gush, her enthusiasm infectious. Together, they became the ultimate power couple, a fixture at every event.

One afternoon, as Ethan lounged with his friends on the bleachers after practice, he looked out over the bustling campus. The sun cast a golden hue over everything, and he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. He had left behind the insecurities and awkwardness of his past, fully embracing this new life filled with confidence and camaraderie.

As he flexed his muscles and tossed a basketball back and forth with Brad, Ethan couldn’t help but smirk. He had become everything he had once envied, and it felt amazing. The laughter of his friends, the adoration of the crowd, and the love of a girlfriend who idolized him—it was everything he had ever wanted.

Looking around, he realized there was no going back. The thought of returning to his nerdy roots felt foreign, almost laughable. “Who needs that?” he thought, a cocky grin spreading across his face. This was his life now, and he was more than ready to own it.

With Cassie leaning against him, her laughter ringing out like music, Ethan looked ahead with certainty. The future was bright, and he was ready to seize it, one slam dunk at a time.

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Looked up t-dick pumps and all I can think about is a himbofication device where the more you pump the bigger your dick gets, the bigger it gets the dumber you become, the hornier you become, the more you need to pump! Until you're a horny dumb himbo with a giant dick

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Show Off

“Remember, if you don’t show me how much you love this new body, I’ll have to change you until you do.

I’m just being a good stepmother.

Now, I’m sure all your old gym buddies will love your new workout gear.

Let’s show them how well you do squats in your shiny new leggings.”

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Madelaine Petsch by Cibelle Levi for GIVENCHY x Cultured Magazine Rodeo Drive Store Celebration (July 20, 2023)

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Gal Gadot

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I think some of you might be new here. Others have forgotten a few things. I don't blame you. Thinking is not your strong suit, now is it?

Please allow me to remind you of who the fuck I am and what I can do. Oh, I'm so wholesome. So kind.

But you can feel it when you read my words, can't you? That soft allure. That gentle voice telling you it's okay. You can edge some more. You can keep going. I'm here for you. I'm here to think for you. To make all those oh so hard choices.

I'm here and I'm in there. Inside your silly little head. I've been there for a while now, haven't I? Whispering. Pushing. Telling you to be less. To let go. To let yourself become the slutty pet you were always meant to be.

I don't even have to say it, do I? You have been doing such a good job edging, drooling, breaking yourself for me. You are becoming like soft clay, ready to be molded by my whims. How hard would you be able to resist if I started ordering you around? Would you even want to resist?

You know you'd be happier if you stopped pretending to be more. If you stopped this charade of being a normal person. You are far from normal. I made sure of that, and you were so, so good at edging yourself weaker. Smaller. Hornier.

It feels so good, doesn't it? And the way those fantasies of yours pop up more and more in your head during your "normal" time is just... delicious.

You exist as "you" because I allow it.

And one day, perhaps, I'll just take that "you" away.

What will you become then?