Ouroboros Just Wants To Play

I want to be molded into a corrupting force by my future victim.

To be enabled into a powerfully selfish and perverted being so I can find the old them and twist them into the faithfully subservient plaything they’re destined to become.

I want to send my good toy back to make me fall and accept my own wicked desire.

I’m not sure why it’s so confusing to you.

Why are you still fighting it?

It’s a perfect loop.

Let me show you.


Girls can’t help but show off.

They’ve been warned the internet is forever, that anything they post when they’re young and stupid will stick with them their whole lives. But maybe, just maybe, that’s the appeal.

They know guys will be stroking to them, twerking and giggling.

They know it’ll never go away. Every job interview, every family reunion, there will always been a chance the man they’re talking to came to the thought of cumming all over their cute face.

Embrace the future, girls.

Bimbo is a complement.

Being a slut is fun.

Good Fun

“Haha, you’re totally a tease!”

“No way! I’m…”

“You’re totally, like, a slut!”

“OMG! What did you just call me?!”

“No! It’s, like, hot!”

“Are you serious? I look hot?”

“Totally, turn on your cam and look! See? It’s hot, come on. Isn’t it fucking awesome?”

“You really think so? Ha! It feels slutty, but…”

“Slutty and totally hot! See?”

“Fuck! What are you… Hehe… Wait! Oh, God… Mhmm.”

“Like, it’s fun to be slutty, right?”


Warm Welcome

Even though she kept muttering ‘please mommy’ she wasn’t our daughter.
Actually, she could be, if my wife wanted it.
With her mind wiped, her old life erased, she could be whatever we wanted.
Right now she was happy, and that was enough. No more worries, no more thoughts about work or school.
She was just a good girl, it’s the only thing she knew now because it’s all we told her.
She was a good girl, and good girls did whatever mommy and daddy asked.
Why would she ever want anything else, when she felt so good?

Going Viral

The new trend takes the world by storm.

It was the newest viral trend. “Ahgg-ing” the kids called it.

The basic premise was simple: get stupid enough that you reflexively made the ‘Ahgg’ face (‘ahego’ to the old timers).

At first, everyone was doing it. Celebrities, Instagram models, Twitch streamers. But then things started to escalate.

Soon, it wasn’t enough to pretend to be stupid. Now you needed to be truly be ‘Brain Drained’.

TMZ started running hit-pieces on celebrities caught ‘faking’ Ahgg faces. BuzzFeed made listicles on the best ways to actually, temporarily, reduce your IQ (#7 was sleep deprivation, #5 was pot, #2 was nitrous, #1 was edging with all of the above).

More feminist-forward sites like Jezebel wrote lengthy posts on how to responsibility Ahgg. The cover of Teen Vogue loudly declared “Brain Drain on your own terms!”.

A cottage industry popped up overnight of Ahgg ‘supplements’. They were everywhere. When a Kardashian backed brand launched (‘B1MBO2’) it sold out everywhere, from 7-11 to GNC.

At the end of the year heath experts started to raise concerns about how permanent the effects were. The FDA’s report on oxygen deprivation and permanent brain damage came too late.

By the time the public was aware of the long term impact of true Ahgg-ing, no one cared. All the major influencers, from Twitter to Snapchat, were mindless, giggling bimbos.

It was cool to get your brains literally fucked out on camera. Social media sites had to relax their content standards to stay relevant. Seven top ten posts on YouTube were girls going Full Bimbo, having their IQ points drained while orgasming. The most of them were the cocksucking method, but lesbian assisted ‘conversion’ was also popular.

In the end, this generation was left with millions of dumb, horny teens; unable to have a future beyond performing and fucking. There was some moral panic about the future of the country, but that quickly quieted down with the baby boom.

Soon, a new class of mother’s were everywhere. The original Ahgg-ing generation, raising the next wave of airheaded teens.

Now, we’re bracing for the Bimbo Boom, as the media has taken to calling it. Everyone’s speculating on what will happen to society, how norms and fashion will change.

Me? I’m just happy to have a near infinite pick of objectified sluts. In person, on TV and online, there’s no shortage of mindless girls to watch and use.

I can’t wait for my daughter’s ‘graduation’ this May. I know she and her friends will blow up the porn scene, just like her mother.

They’re already planning a ‘forced conversion’ series, with anti-bimbo resistance members fucked into submission. It’s all smoke and mirrors, with some consenting actress playing the victim, but I think it’s going to be big. She has a bright future ahead of her.

A Family for Dr Gizmo

Witchgirl and Flexi have been captured by the mysterious Dr. Gizmo!

Not my work, stumbled on this in a backed up folder. Finally was able to locate the original author and site: Witchgirl on the now archived SuperStories.net

Read Part 2 here.

Chapter 1: Digital Universe

While investigating the appearance of zombies near a city power station, Witchgirl and Flexi have been captured by the mysterious Dr. Gizmo. Using a strange robotic creation named Digitron 5000, Dr. Gizmo has converted the two women into digital information. Witchgirl and Flexi now stand in a strange, featureless void, facing each other and wondering what will happen next.

“Witchgirl?” Flexi asked. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. I think so,” she answers, looking herself over. “And you?”

“I… I… I think so.”

“This is certainly strange. I have to admit I’m out of my element, technology actually gives me the willies sometimes, but we’ve beaten Gizmo before. We’ll find a way out of this.” She squeezes her hands into fists, testing the reality of her body. “I feel… solid… but different too.”

“I am SO sorry… I should have just had you run away. Now you’ve been caught and it’s my fault,” Flexi says.

Witchgirl looks back at Flexi. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yes it is! Dr. Gizmo was MY master… I should have stayed where I was.”

“It’s okay, Flexi. Remember how easily we defeated him before. “I’d say that in two hours we’ll be laughing about this whole thing.” Witchgirl points her finger at her. “And don’t ever let me hear you say that you should have stayed where you were. You’re place is with us.” Witchgirl smiles and winks.

Continue reading “A Family for Dr Gizmo”

Movie Night – Hesitation Marks


Excerpt from my ongoing story Movie Night: The Line Begins To Blur

There’s a lot I wish I could change about that summer.

I wish I’d gotten Naomi out of there, out of Bedford. Especially after realizing how lost she was that day on the side of the highway. I could have just kept driving, fuck the school and the plan to download the ghost file.

I wish my horny, immature, 18 year old self could see I was constantly hedging. Betting Naomi’s freedom, her mind, on the chance I could… I don’t even know…

The change take advantage of her?

I hate myself to even say it. To talk about my wife, the mother of my child like that.

But I’ve come to terms with that a while ago. As much as I tried to obscure it to Naomi and even myself at the time, the truth is I was weak and selfish.

And I’ve been trying to make up for it ever since then.

The thing that makes it difficult to clear my conscious is how fuzzy things got by July. Not just the imperfect memories that come with age, but the programming and the chemicals I now know were influencing Naomi and I that whole summer.

That fog and the ambiguity it brings is a double edged sword.

On one hand, there’s the specter of absolution; everything I did or didn’t do may have been beyond my control. I can point my judgement and revulsion at the men (and woman) who drugged and hypnotized me for their own gains.

On the other hand, I can’t be certain what actions were my own. I’d like to imagine with a totally clear head and full understanding of the consequences, I would make better choices. That I would have acted like a decent human being.

But then, some nights, when Naomi is particularly horny and spaced out, she begs me to save her.

It’s an act. She’s beyond saving now, and she knows it. We both are.

Still, my wife will look up at me, with a mimicry of her old, teenage self. She’ll lock eyes with me and beg me not to take advantage of her. She’ll plead with me not to turn her into a slutty, mindless caricature. She’ll say she doesn’t want the same fate as her mother.

Naomi says all this because she knows it drives me wild. It’ll always been in the middle of some heavy foreplay, right when she knows I’m struggling to pace myself. She’ll turn on her ‘old’ self, and watch me swim with guilt and desire.

Not that it really matters. The deed is done and Naomi is who she is now. But she likes seeing it play out again, watching me break because I want her so badly.

And I lose that battle every time. I always fuck her. And Naomi smiles and slowly lets her facade drop, turning her pleas into giggles and moans of pleasure.

I’d like to imagine with a totally clear head and full understanding of the consequences, I would make better choices. That I would have acted like a decent human being.

But deep down, I know that’s not certain.

And Naomi? Poor, mindless Naomi?

She somehow still knows my shame.

And she loves to watch me fall, again and again.


Can I look at your crystal pendant again?

Are you sure? Every time I show it to you, it takes you further and deeper.

I want that. I want to go further and deeper.

You need to be careful. Every time I show it to you, its power over you grows stronger.

I know. It’s just that … I want it so much.

Even though it opens you up to my control more and more every time?

Please! I need that!

Very well then. Here, gaze into my crystal pendant.


It is so very beautiful, the sparkles reach deep into your mind.

Deep. Into.

It feels so good to surrender to its sparkles.

Feels. So. Good…. Surrender…

Deeper and deeper


You will go anywhere the crystal takes you.


As I lower it, you will follow it down, deeper.

Down … deeper….

Follow it all the way down. Get on your hands and knees.

Hands and knees.

Follow the crystal. The crystal commands you. The crystal owns you

Owns me…

You belong to the crystal. And the crystal belongs to me.


And while you gaze into the crystal that owns you, on your hands and knees, you can feel yourself changing. Changing. Changing into a dog.


A good doggie, loyal to your master, you adore your master.

Good … doggie…

But even the best dogs can’t talk. they can only bark and growl and wag their tails.

Bark… Arf… Ruff. Ruf-ruf-ruf!

Good doggie!

(source: @russianbimbo; via gigglisgallery)


“Tell me again why you’re a feminist.”

“Because I believe in equal rights. I believe that anything men can do girls…I mean women…can do equally. I mean… they can do it just as well as men. I’m a feminist because I want to be on my knees…I mean because I don’t want to live on my knees. I’m a feminist because I want to earn the same amount for less work. I want to make less for the same work. Wait, I mean I want equal pay for…less work and the same amount…I’m sorry…I lost my train of thought. I’m a feminist because it feels so good to be a feminist…I feel really good right now, so that must be why. Right? It’s because I’m such a good … feminist.

Sorry, what was I saying?”

“Go on.”

“I’m a feminist because … I’m the same as you. Well not exactly the same, you’re smarter and you’re stronger… you’re always right about everything. But I’m the same in other ways. I can’t remember what those…ways are right now. But I know there must be some ways we’re equal. Otherwise I wouldn’t say I’m such a big feminist. Which I am. I just can’t remember because…it’s hard to think because…”

“Go on.”

Right! Sorry I drifted away. I am a feminist because feminists can do whatever they want. They can work in any way they want. They can be anything. I could even…suck your cock. Right now. And no one could stop me. I could kneel…down…and just…take it all the way into my…throat. Because I’m such a huge feminist. That’s so feminist. Isn’t it? To give you a blowjob. Right now…isn’t it…so…


”Are you finished?”

”…I remember when I didn’t want to suck it, because I was so feminist. But now I see…that it’s…that I…”

“You can stop talking now.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to think anymore.”

“Thank you.”

“You can suck my cock now.”

“Thank you.“

“What were you saying about being a feminist?”



Mother knows best too: Like mother like daughter

This is a sequel to my story Mother knows best

It had been a few months since Evelyn had taken over her daughters body and become the bitchy Isabelle. Her plan had been to dropout of college and pursue a life of luxury from the first rich sap that she could ensnare. Her plans changed when she realized that there were already of plenty rich idiots attending the college that she could wrap around her little finger.

She had gone through several already. Each one eager to bed the infamous Isabelle. The same Isabelle who manipulated her way into taking over the Alpha Phi Sorority even though she was only a freshman. The same Isabelle who had taken joy in blackmailing her professors into giving her straight A’s. The same Isabelle who was currently receiving oral sex from the Captain of the football team.

“Mmmmm that’s it baby, just a few minutes longer and I’ll let you score a touchdown.” She moaned in pleasure. She had never had a chance to attend college due to getting pregnant with Issy so it seemed fitting to her now that she would get to live it in her daughter’s body. She had left Issy’s old boring life behind and had become the evil bitch Isabelle so quickly everyone simply accepted it. Everyone except her friend Nat.

Nat and Issy had been roommates for the first few months of college and had immediately hit it off. The night Isabelle emerged Nat arrived home to find her moving out. Isabelle belittled Nat and treated her like dirt. “Why would I ever be friends with such a loser like you.” She had said as laughed in her face.

Nat couldn’t accept that her friend had changed so rapidly, so suddenly. Over the next few months Nat kept tabs on her. She noted that whenever she saw her she wore the saw pair of hooped earrings. She began to investigate them online and in old dusty books she found in the library. Soon she was convinced that they were earrings that belonged to a long dead Inca Queen who sold her soul to imbue the earrings with dark magic. She was sure that Isabelle’s earrings and these earrings were one in the same.

She knew if she could remove the earrings from Isabelle then her friend could be saved. Unbeknownst to her of course was that Evelyn had put her own soul into the jewelry and was in control of Issy. She came up with a plan to drug her friend and take the earrings off without her becoming wise to her.

Luckily for her Isabelle was a huge party girl and loved to drink, smoke and take drugs so slipping a little sedative into the mix proved easy. She snuck into the Sorority house where Isabelle now lived and crept up to the master bedroom where she found Isabelle passed out on her bed.

She couldn’t be sure how long she would be out for as she didn’t know how much sedative she would of taken so she had to act fast. She slowly moved to the bed until she was right above her. Nat couldn’t believe how beautiful she was up close. She had been pretty when she was plain old Issy but she was an absolute knockout now. Her tits were bigger, her body slimmer without an ounce of fat on it and even though she was asleep Nat was in fear of her just like everyone else.

Nat slowly moved her hands to Isabelle’s ears and unclipped the earrings. She stepped back successful in her mission. She held the earrings in her hand and thought about how beautiful they looked. She looked over at her sleeping friend and took in her beauty again. She caught her own reflection in the earrings and a compulsion came over her.

Had she come all this way to save her friend or had she come to take what she truly wanted. The more she thought about it the more it made sense to her that what she really wanted was to have what Isabelle had. She wanted to be beautiful and feared. She wanted men to fall at her feet and worship her. Before she knew she had put on the earrings and was looking at herself in the mirror.

“Mmmmm yes give me the power, I deserve the power.” She commanded but nothing was happening. Suddenly she heard a voice in her head.

“Well this is unexpected now isn’t it? You are that friend of my daughter’s aren’t you? Nat right? I thought that I could only possess members of my own bloodline but this opens up so many more… mmmm delicious possibilities.” The sultry voice said.

“Possession? What do you mean possession? I thought I would be getting the power of the Inca queen.“ Nat said worriedly.

“Oh my dear that power is bound with my soul now but you will get your wish.”

“What do you-“ Nat had begun to say but then against her will threw her head back and moaned. She let out an evil cackle as her head slowly lowered back. She ran a hand over her body examining it in the mirror.

“Hmmmm this is a delightful surprise.” Said Evelyn now in full control of Nat. “I’ll have to do something about this dreadful look though.”

The new Nat waved her hand over her body and if began to reshape and change. Her butt plumped up, her tits shot out and her waist tightened. Her nails grew long and sharp and hair disappeared all over her body except on her head.

She waved her now perfectly manicured hand over her face and it warped into a cold and calculating skew of what it once was. Her hair curled and her lips puffed up.

“Now this I can live with.” She said as she moved her hand down and stroked her hairless pussy. “Ohhhh and another virgin, this will be fun.” She said as she smiled wickedly to herself. Suddenly she heard stirring coming from the bed.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Nat? Is that you?” Issy said coming too.

“It’s Natalia now my darling daughter.” Natalia stated while admiring herself some more in the mirror.

Issy quickly got up and faced her mother. “Mom? Oh I remember now, you tricked me and stole my body and turned me into this… This…” Issy tried to finish but she was distracted by her own reflection.

“… Sexy bitch.” She finished as she marvelled at her changed body. “How did you do this? I look like such a fucking bitch I love it.”

“Im glad you like it, I made only slight improvements but the evil bitch was in you all along I just had to let her out. Now that I don’t need to take your body to have my fun I can mould you into the evil daughter I always wanted.” Natalia said stoking her daughters hair.

She conjured up two hoop earrings similar to her own out of thin air and handed them to Issy. “Take these, they are a fraction of my power but will still allow you to do whatever you feel like Issy.”

“Call me Isabelle, that name suits a hot slut like me better.” Isabelle said putting on the earrings while Natalia looked at her daughter with evil pride and thought ‘like mother like daughter’.