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.
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
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.
I released my grip on the carpet as daddy pulled his cock from my pussy and the euphoria of my last orgasm faded enough to almost hold a thought in my head. “Isn’t this better baby girl?” Daddy asked as he squeezed my ass.
“So much better daddy” I moaned, feeling the sensation of his cum dripping from my pussy and rolling down my inner thigh. It was better than anything I could have dreamed possible, I couldn’t even fathom not living on my knees servicing daddy, it’s hard to believe I ever resisted.
8 Months Ago….
I tried to block the thoughts out of my head after the trip and things slowly returned to normal. I went back to the dorms, my mom went back to work and my stepdad never seemed to be home when I was there on the weekends. “It’s so nice to have you around the house so often” my mother told me as she did yoga, “I figured you’d want to just spend your weekends on campus.”
“It’s relaxing here” I lied. The truth was I kept coming home because I wanted to see my stepfather. I was both relieved and disappointed each time I came home and he wasn’t there. “So where’s your husband been?” I finally worked up the courage to ask.
“Oh I never ask” my mom responded, “That way I appreciate it more when he blesses me with his presence. But his number is in the phone he gave you if you want to tell him you miss him.”
“Gross…” I lied again. How had I never noticed that he put his number in my contacts under Daddy!? I fixated on it for a long time before I nervously began to compose a text. Stop. I don’t want this…I’m only excited about the idea of it, I don’t actually want him, I told myself before hitting SEND – Hi 🙂
Just as I hit the button the door opened and he walked in. My mom ran to the door to greet him. My heart raced and I felt my pussy get wet at the sound of his voice “That’s the kind of welcome I love.”
“Well if it isn’t my lovely stepdaughter” he said sitting down across from me, “To what do we owe this honor?”
“I just happened to be…near home…” I said losing my confidence as his bright eyes seemed to look right through me.
“Honey?” he called to my mother without taking his eyes off of me, “Why don’t you go out and get us dinner tonight?”
“Yes dear…” she said and began to gather her things.
“Mom aren’t you already cooking?” I asked, trying to avoid eye contact now.
“She can put it in the fridge” he said, “I’d like daddy-daughter time.” I let out a moan at his words and hated myself for it.
“You two have fun!” mom called out before I heard the door close. I looked back and his eyes were still on me, this time scanning my body. I bit my lip nervously… what was he going to tell me to do this time? Why do I want him to make me do his bidding?
“You like your new phone baby girl?” he asked without a hint of emotion in his voice.
“Yes…” I answered worried this might be about the charges I’d racked up on expensive apps.
“I bet you have your eyes glued on it all day, just like all the girls your age” he smirked at his own remark. I hated when old people complained about how much kids my age used our phones. “I bet you take a lot of selfies.”
“Yeah I guess so?” I said
“And why aren’t you sending them to me?” he asked in his serious deep tone. “Do you think I care about getting smiley faces?” He held up his phone showing my text to him under the name ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’
“I’m sorry…I just thought…” I stuttered out. Why did I care what he thought? Why would I send my stepdad selfies?
“Stop thinking and take off your panties” he ordered
“Yes daddy” I said instantly removing my panties and reacting to his command without thinking. He held out his hand and I hesitantly handed them over.
“These are soaking wet,” he said with a raised eyebrow and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Have you been thinking about me little girl?”
My lip quivered as my mind attempted to lie, but blurted out “Yes daddy” as he stood up.
“Get on your knees for daddy” he commanded and I slipped off the sofa to my knees. He stood there, towering above me as I looked up at him with my heart racing. Was he going to let me…I mean make me suck his cock?
He unzipped his pants and pulled out that beautiful cock, putting it inches from my face. “Is this what you want baby girl?” he asked petting my head.
“Yes daddy” I said feeling my pussy juices dripping to the rug. I was so close, just say it daddy…tell me to put it in my mouth. Make me taste you. Make me swallow you. Treat me like a little….
The door opened, mom was back with dinner. “Wash up and get ready to eat” Daddy commanded while putting his cock back in his pants and walking away.
After dinner I was a wreck. Sitting across from him as we ate was too much. I wanted to leave but he told me to wait until everyone was finished before leaving the table. Then he proceeded to eat slower, even having my mother rub his shoulders while he finished desert. “You may go now” he said.
I practically ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower without even caring about the cold temperature. I started playing with my pussy and sucking on my thumb like it was his cock. “Yes daddy” I moaned as I sucked. “Make me daddy, make me be a bad girl. Make me please you. Make me your little fucktoy.”
After cumming three times I finally actually started washing my body. When I stepped out of the shower I saw a text…from daddy. It just said Send Pic I held up the camera to the mirror, arched my hips slightly and sent him a selfie.
“Your daughter just sent me a nude selfie. Do you want to feel me cum inside your mouth knowing I’m staring at her teen body?”
Today was the day. Your stepdaughter was moving out to spend a year at Catholic college. Everyone agreed that she needed the strict surroundings, to tighten up some of her morals, and keep her straight.
Ever since she turned 18, she had become a magic wielding slut. No one, could explain how she got her powers overnight, or why they seemed to have turned her into a horny teenage bombshell.
It had become a bigger problem, when she started to like older men, and had slept with more than half the faculty at her college.
When you woke up that morning, you made breakfast and finished packing some of Tessa’s belongings in the car.
When you were done, you called out for her, and heard her running down the stairs.
“What do you think?” Tessa asked cheerfully, as she came round the corner.
Your cock was fully erect before your eyes could even register the outfit your stepdaughter was wearing. It vaguely resembled the traditional schoolgirl outfit, but there was some massive difference.
To begin with, Tessa huge tits, which she had given herself with her new powers, strained the material of the tiny white top she was wearing. If it wasn’t because you had ordered the uniform, you would have thought that it was 4 sizes too small, but Tessa’s impossible tits made the traditional shirt look like a stripper’s favourite top.
Equally, the skirt she was wearing was barely hiding her ass. It was short enough, that you could make out the puffy lips of her pussy through her panties, as she spun around, showing you her outfit.
You hadn’t managed to formulate a cohesive sentence, as you were staring at your stepdaughters incredible body, which was being highlighted by your fantasy uniform.
“Hi hi, I’ll take that as a yes, Daddy.” She giggled, and put her finger to her pouting lips.
“Thank you so much for buying it for me, Daddy. I found some underwear that matches it perfectly. Do you wanna see?” She asked, and looked at you with her big beautiful eyes.
“Tessa, don’t do this. This is the reason why you have to go to this special school, sweetheart.” You managed to almost sound sincere, while you tried not to stare as she lifted the front of her skirt.
“I know, Daddy, but I wanted to show you how thankful I am, before I leave.” She said, as she put her skirt back.
Suddenly, she tensed up, which made her huge tits bounce, and smiled as if she just had a great idea.
“You know, Daddy, most of the teachers at my new school are old nuns, who won’t appreciate my abilities. But I know that you do. I’ve seen the way you looked at me, when mom spanked me for fucking Mr. Peterson. You liked that, didn’t you, Daddy?” She said with a twinkle in her eyes and a big smile.
You remembered that moment very well. You wife had been very mad at Tessa, and she had torn off her pants, leaving her with only a G-string covering her young pussy. The spanking only lasted for a few seconds, but they had replayed in slow motion in your head, over and over again. You had noticed how Tessa had stopped yelling out in pain after the first few spanks. After that she began to moan and groan as your wife continued to punish her little slut.
“That’s right, you love my little ass, Daddy.” She teased, as she turned around and stuck out her butt. “Or do you prefer it a little bigger?” She asked, as she looked over her shoulder.
You hadn’t seen this trick before, but as you watched, Tessa’s ass grew into a big juicy bubble-butt. You couldn’t move, as your cock threatened to explode at the sight of your sexy stepdaughter using her powers to tease you with her incredible body.
“I knew you would like that, daddy!” She squealed with glee and bounded up and down.
“If you liked that, I’ll show you my favourite trick, that always gets my professors hard. But first I have a secret, that you have to promise not to tell mom about. Do you promise not to tell her what I’m gonna say or do, daddy?” She said with a serious tone.
At this point, you were glad to be reminded that you even had a wife. Your brain had been reduced to a horny mess, as you barely managed to nod in agreement with Tessa request.
“Good. I don’t know how many of my new teachers I’ll be able to seduce. So before I leave, I want to live out my fantasy. Fucking you, daddy. You’re the reason why I’m horny for older men. Please, daddy. Let me show you all my skills, and then I want you to use me like a little plaything. Will you do that for me?” She asked sincerely.
You hadn’t stopped nodding, and you actually barely heard what she was saying. You only heard the words “fuck” and “plaything”.
She jumped with joy, and threw her arms in the air to hug you. As you embraced, you felt her moving further away from you, yet her tits were still tight squeezed against your chest. As she moved back, you saw her top fall open, which released her tits.
She had grown. Or rather, her tits had. They were almost twice as big, and you couldn’t take your eyes off your stepdaughters rapidly growing tits.
“I know you’re a tit-guy, Daddy. Sure you loved it when Mom spanked my naughty ass, but I’ve noticed every time you glanced at my big juicy tits. Well, here you are. I am gonna make them bigger that your wildest dreams, and then I want you to put that big dad cock between them, as I jerk you off.” she said with the eyes of a predator.
“Sit back, daddy, and watch as your naughty little step daughter grows to into the woman of your dreams.” she offered with a smile.
As you sat down on the couch, you saw that Tessa’s now had to brace herself on the doorway, as her tits had grown to be the size of her torso. in fact, she continued to grow, far beyond anything you had ever seen.
Soon, she began to walk towards you, swaying her hips in a dramatic fashion, which made her gigantic tits shift from one side to the other.
You had already taken off you pants, when Tessa stood over you. You could barely see her face, past her massive breasts. As you reached up and cupped them with your hands, she moaned out in an incredible release of pleasure.
“Yes, Daddy! Grab my tits. Squeeze them, massage them, do whatever you like. I want to take it slow, and show you want this young and magical body can do.” She panted as she grabbed the sides of her huge tits, and lowered herself to her knees.
Your entire lap, and lower body was covered in her tits, as she reached under them to grab hold of your throbbing cock, which she placed in her incredible cleavage.
“Enjoy the ride, Daddy. I know I will.” She moaned, as she began to jerk your hard rod, with a fantastic breasts.
You did everything you had every dreamed off, that day. Tessa’s tits had grown so big, that she could barely move, so you had taken her from behind. You fucked her dripping, young pussy for hours, before she begged you to shoved your cock in her ass.
Over the next year, you visited Tessa every week, when she was tired of the nuns eating her out, and she needed her Daddy cock.
Samantha Rone & Jayden Cole. Samantha and Jayden hated each other on sight, each seeing in the other a shallow, spoiled brat. This was a cause of concern for their parents, because Jayden’s mother Claire was fucking Samantha’s father Owen, and Claire was hoping Owen might propose to her.
“I’d marry you,” said Owen one night as he ejaculated into Claire’s mouth. “But there are fourth problems. First, I’m not a monogamist. Whether I marry you or not, I need other girls to fuck. Secondly, I’ve gotten used to having a daddy’s little girl around, and Samantha’s growing up, and you’re infertile and can’t give me any more babies. Thirdly, our daughters fight like a couple of cats, and I can’t stand it. And fourth, I’ve always wanted to really break a girl – some deserving brat – and push her past all her limits, and you’re just not the right girl for that fantasy.”
Claire worked at a lab doing research in psychological conditioning for the military, and so she saw a way to solve all three problems. She proposed it to Owen, and Owen agreed; they were married the next week, and moved in together immediately afterwards.
The two daughters, however, were furious when they learned they had to share not only a room but a king-sized bed – so furious they didn’t even have time to complain about the room’s pink-princess decor pattern, more appropriate for a six-year-old than two teenagers. There was even a giant stuffed bear to complete the child’s-room aesthetic. Samanta and Jayden screamed and spat, but Owen and Claire were adamant, and the two girls ended up sleeping in the bed together, as far away from each other as they could get, each vowing to run away the next morning.
What they did not realise, however, was that the stuffed bear was soaked in pheromones that both girls inhaled all night, keeping them dozy, and making them progressively more aroused and suggestible. Near midnight, a tape recorder inside the bear switched on and began giving the girls instructions.
“Good little girls,” it said. “Be good girls for daddy. Be daddy’s little princess. You are sisters now. You love each other. You see each other as beautiful…”
They slept three days straight, as the bear whispered to them. Occasionally they rose to drink water and use the lavatory, but they did this in a blank, trancelike state, before returning to bed.
On the third day Samantha woke, feeling happy and refreshed, to discover she was orgasming. She was straddled naked across the stuffed bear, humping her cunt against it pathetically, and must have been doing so for some time. Her faced flushed in embarrassment as the orgasm went through her.
She turned to see Jayden lying in bed next to her. Jayden was also naked. Her eyes were only just focusing as she woke up. Her hand was on her pussy, masturbating slowly as she looked at Samantha. Her first words upon waking were, “You’re so pretty.”
Samantha moaned. “Noooo,” she said. “I hate you. You’re a bitch.” And then she felt more words coming, words she knew were true. “But you’re so beautiful. And you’re my sister now, and I love you.”
“I love you too,” said Jayden, still masturbating. “Can I kiss you?”
Samantha wanted to say no. She didn’t want to let this bitch anywhere near her. But another part of her swelled with joy at the thought of kissing her pretty sister. “I’m not a lesbian,” she said, doubtfully.
“Neither am I,” said Jayden. “Lesbians are just confused sluts who need to be raped by men.”
“Would you like my daddy to rape you?” asked Samantha.
Jayden’s face flushed at the words, and then her eyes grew wide. “Yes….” she gasped – and Samantha realised the gasp was because Jayden was orgasming.
“I’d like to see my daddy rape you,” said Samantha. And then, “I’d like my daddy to rape *me*.” Part of her inside was screaming in horror at what she was saying. But it all felt so right. She looked at her blushing, nude sister, and said, “Let’s be lesbians together so he can rape us both.”
She moved forward and kissed Jayden on the lips. She felt Jayden’s breasts press against her own, and she worked a knee between Jayden’s thighs and began to rub it against Jayden’s wet pussy. “I love you, sis,” she told Jayden.
“I love you too,” said Jayden. “Let’s be good girls for your daddy.”
***
In the master bedroom, Owen was fucking Claire’s pussy from behind as they both watched the girls on the cameras they had installed in the girls’ bedroom. Owen sighed happily as he watched the two pretty teenagers move into a 60 position and start desperately licking each others’ cunts.
“The beauty is,” said Claire, “that part of them understands that they don’t want this. I not only left all their taboos about lesbianism and incest and sexual promiscuity in place, I actually deepened them to feel even more shameful. But they’ll be good little kittens with each other anyway, and not be able to help themselves. They’ll hold hands in public and kiss in front of their friends and be the perfect little lesbian kittens.”
“And we watch it all on cameras?” asked Owen.
“Oh, only if we want to,” said Claire. “You see, once they’ve done, they’re going to have the overpowering urge to come and repeat what they’re doing so their daddy can see. They’re going to realise that all their clothes are “big girl” clothes and that they need “pretty princess” clothes – I’ve got some cute little pink outfits to give them with rainbow socks. At that point you can do what you want with them. Being raped by their father will make them repeatedly orgasm with shame, and every orgasm will make them love and obey you even more. The conditioning has left them fairly infantilised, so you can keep them as your little daddy’s girls… or if you really want a baby…. well, they’re both fertile, and Jayden’s not related to you by blood…”
I had gotten to the point in life where I wanted a family but I simply couldn’t find anyone to start one with. Every person I date ends up not working out and I didn’t want to have to wait to late to start having kids. It took a lot of planning and a lot of time just making sure it was the right choice.
A year later I had my own daughter, Anke. I adopted her from China and when I first held her in my arms so was so small and precious, and even though she wasn’t my own blood, I loved her like any father would their own child. She grew up wonderfully, always a smile on her face and always trying to find where I hid the cookies. Since adopting her I had taken a break from the dating scene, though it never worked out too well for me so it wasn’t much of an issue.
Obviously the time came when I had to explain to her she was adopted and that I had no idea who her real parents were, but she didn’t care. She said I was her real parent and that’s all the mattered.
As time when on she got older and became a teenager, the dread of every parent. Starting to act out, not listening as much, hanging out with friends rather than movie night, but she always made a point to spend time with her dad. Sometimes during the day we text each other when I’m at work and she’s at school, though I make a point to her to only text between periods.
During her senior year though, the texts started to get more mature. Actually not just mature, but adult. She’d tell me she was with her friends or something and describe how Sadie was wearing black leggings and how Katherine’s boobs were starting to come in. Eventually I told her this stuff was inappropriate and she ceased sending such texts but not before she sent a selfie of her in the restroom. Had I done something wrong as a parent? I know teenagers are growing into their sexuality, but I had no reason to believe what my daughter was doing was normal.
Not sure of what to do I just let the thought die. I didn’t mention it and she had stopped being so inappropriate with her texts so all felt good. After dinner one night I was sitting on the coach watching the News and Anke came in and sat down with me; rather close, almost cuddling up to my arm. I glanced down at her. “Anke, is everything alright?”
She just wiggled herself closer to me. “Oh ya dad, I’m fine.”
I turned my attention back to the TV and just brushed it off. “By the way dad.” She said randomly. “Did you like those pictures I sent you?”
My eyes widened and I felt myself start to blush. I nearly shot up from the couch. “I thought you agreed you weren’t going to talk about that?”
“Come on dad. It’s not weird. I mean, we’re not actually related, so what’s the problem.” Part of me wanted to agree with her, the other part wanted to send her to her room and take away her phone for even saying something like that. What ever happened to the sweet innocent girl who loved dressing up as Cinderella? “And besides dad, when was the last time you went on a date? You’ve given up a lot for me and honestly-” She swung her leg over mine and placed her hand on my crotch; I couldn’t find it in me to move. “-I want to thank you for it dad. Properly.”
“I…I…” I was flustered by my daughter and it only grew worse as her young petite body crept further and further over mine. Again, part of me wanted to agree that she had a point. I don’t remember the last time I’ve had a date and Anke had certainly grown into a beautiful young woman. I almost wanted to say sexy as hell, but I refused that thought. “Anke…just please leave.” I did what I could to keep a calm composure as I denied my daughter’s advance.
She backed off, thankfully, and sat up straight at the other end of the couch. “Fine.” She got up slowly, arching her back as she did so. “I’m going to take a shower. I won’t mind if you join me.” Before I could answer she gave me a wink and left the room. My thoughts raced and with every second I got closer to following her up the stairs.
I don’t know how long I was sitting there with my face in my hands but I heard the upstairs water begin to run. Maybe, just once. What’s the harm in that? Possible this was ill reasoning, but I truly couldn’t resist, not even my own daughter.
Outside the bathroom door I listened to the water hit the floor of the shower, though my heartbeat seemed louder. Hesitantly I knocked. She opened the door wearing a towel around her torso and smiled as she led me in and closed the door. I was about to ask if this was alright with her but she put her finger to my lips and shhh’d me. My clothes fell off one at a time until I stood naked in my daughter’s presence. And soon she joined me, pulling apart her towel and letting it hit the floor. Her breasts were small but perky and her cheer practices seemed to pay off.
She took my hand and we entered the shower. The water was the perfect temperature and the added steam began to ease my tension. She guided me to sit down on the ledge and emptied some soap into her hands, gently massaging it into my skin. I closed me eyes and felt such a thrill just from the idea of what I was doing.
I looked down as I felt her hands grasp my cock. I hadn’t realized I had gotten so hard so quickly, but considering it was no wonder. As one hand stroked me, the other reached under my leg to cradle and play with my balls. “Don’t worry daddy.” She said. “You’ve taken care of me, now let me take care of you. And if you don’t want to think of me as your daughter right now, that’s fine.”
She was always so considerate of people, but this was not one of those times that needed it. I slid my hand down her back and toyed with the rim of her ass, then moving to her clit as I stuck my fingers in her pussy. She moaned but I leaned in and kissed her, so deep and lovingly. “You’re my daughter, Anke. You always will be.”
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