Author’s Note: Everything contained here is fantasy and does not reflect the author’s personal or political views. This is much darker than my normal content. The following ‘script’ is meant to be a dystopian fantasy, blurring the line between erotic and unsettling.
“Feminist rebel is captured on camera!”
Webcam footage of a terrorist woman is leaked! For everyone saying this was staged: LOL look at this bitch’s face!!!
As the last puzzle piece fell into place, Lara could hear the click behind the wall. Finally, after weeks of searching for the rune keys in the surrounding jungle, she’d finally get to see if the mysterious legends we’re true.
Pushing the stone door inward, she took the first careful steps into the darkness, her eyes still struggling to make out anything ahead.
Bloody hell. I should have know this was another trap!
“Man, this is boring. Seriously, this is the new Tomb Raider?”
The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. Lara searched the inky black surroundings for some hint of the source.
A second voice chimed in. “Yup, another reboot. The graphics are amazing, and the AI is supposedly unbelievable…”
Reboot? AI? Lara wondered to herself. What is this, some dastardly hacking conspiracy? But why play her this recording?
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.
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.
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.
“I don’t get it. When you interviewed me last month, you said you needed an experienced coder ASAP. Now, right when I’m about to begin orientation, you tell me you’re at go-live! After I’ve turned down an offer from
OTTII and moved halfway across the country!”
Well now, Linda. Or Lin, can I can you Lin? I know you were hoping to be part of the launch team, but we’ve had a bit of a breakthrough since last we spoke. I’m sure there’s another role for you here.
“First off, NO – you can’t call me ‘Lin’. Second, if there’s no Development Director role, this is a blatant breach of our employment contact! I’m not going to be some beta tester on your live platform. I knew I shouldn’t have joined up with a bunch of brogrammers”
Let not get ahead of ourselves Lin – I mean Linda. You should really check out -heh- Orientation before walking away from this exciting position. We’ve done some wonder work in what we’re dubbing True Augmented Reality.
“Huh… what just happened… Wait WHAT AM I WEARING?! ”
It’s your new Beta Testing uniform. Once you’re done with Orientation, you’ll be free to leave for the day. Let’s not forget, you’ll be the one in breach if of contract for absenteeism.
“This is bullshit. But you know what, just keep digging your grave here you sick freak.”
I promise you, this is all in your initial contract. Since the product is going to market early, I thought the boys on the team here could get some use out of their hard work.
We had a vote, and to be honest, between the impression you made when you interviewed and Mark’s ‘Orient-ation’ pun submission, this ‘Horny Asian Schoolgirl’ stereotype easily won.
Now let’s see if the personality update is working yet.
“The personality update? Huh? I’m sorry it’s so difficult to think with all these pink clouds. Were they always there? You see those too, right?”
Ha! Looks like the update is working just fine. Why don’t we introduce you to the team? Give a nice smile!
“Ughh… guess it Lin’s job right? Tehehe… Hai everyone!”
Now let’s get you properly acquainted Ling. You don’t mind if I call you Ling right?
“Mister boss-san call Ling-Ling whatever he like!” *giggle*
Oh boy, Mark really went overboard with the stereotype part. Well, that’s what beta testers are for, right Ling-Ling? Why don’t you let the boys see how happy you are to be working with them.
Some nights, when she started to question her reality, the voice in Linda’s head reminded her of the truth.
Deep down, she didn’t want to respect and equal treatment. She wanted to be humiliated and controlled.
She struggled against stereotypes, but some part of her wanted to embrace them.
It was easier this way. Ling-Ling was so much happier now that she stopped pretending she was a smart, independent woman.
These men we’re just kind enough to help her realize it. And she was eager to repay them every day.
Danielle was a nice girl, pretty, smart. Everything people like about young adults. She has a boyfriend Called Frank who was a little shy and small but she loved him anyway.
Her and Frank were helping her mother move house, while in the attic packing boxes, Frank finds a very old lamp. He throws it to Danielle, “Hey is this your mom’s?” She takes it and looks at it. “No way! It’s nothing like I’ve seen in this house and I grew up here.” Giving it a rub a big cloud of smoke fills the room and with a flash of light they are stunned. A person only that can be described as a genie is standing in front of the stunned couple. She looks at Danielle. “You have freed me. Since you both held the lamp I will grant each of you 3 wishes. Who would like to go first?”
Danielle looks at Frank in shock and steps forward as she wants to go first. She never really wanted anything for herself but she looks back at Frank and wonders if she can fulfil his life a little more. He has always being shy, it has held him back in his job and his life she decides when will help him.
“What is your first wish?” The genie asks. “I wish Frank was a more assertive.” She sees him turn his head quickly to the side like he has just been hit with something he seems dazed so she makes her other wishes. “I wish he was better with money”. Same again, he looks to be hit and dazed. “And last I wish he was a bit more muscular” she says biting her lip. “Maybe that last one was a bit more selfish” she thinks to herself.
Closing her eyes and turning around to see her new boyfriend. She feels a hand grab her waist and pulling her in before she can open them. It didn’t feel like Frank but it she knew it was him. Opening her eyes after and embracing kiss. Frank looks at her and rubs her cheek softly, he then looks up at the geine and says “I wish Danielle had the body of a stunning blonde bimbo”.
The genie nods and Danielle cannot believes the words the came out of his mouth! She pushes him away but before she can say anything she feels like she has just be hit. She feels her lips plump up and her vision is blurred for a second. The changes stop long enough for her to run to find a mirror. Her lips are so full and sexy, her eyes seem bigger and are now blue. She feels another hit, this time her hair changes to golden blonde. Her waist pulls in and she feels her hips and ass stick out turning around her pants struggles to contain her new figure. She feels her nails grow and change colour, tingling now travels up her arms into her chest she can feel her breast swell, It seems to stop but soon starts again this time like they are being filled. Soon she knows she now has huge fake breasts. She falls to the floor she seems to shake and convulse as the last of the changes take hold. Her skin tans, legs take more shape and lengthen, all blemishes disappear and makeup appears on her new stunning facial features and perfect straight white teeth match her new sex lips, she feels her pussy tighten and expand out to look pump and moisten to match her new lips. She lays there as the changes stop. She tries to stand up but now finds herself wearing high black heels. Stand up and looking in the mirror she sees nothing familiar, that wasn’t her. Black bra, Tight thong and sexy black stockings and suspenders to match is all that covers her. She looks at the geine and back at Frank, cleary with a big erection in his pants and a smile on his face. She turns to the geine in desress “I wish I was back to normal!”
She feels stuck again but this time no changes, she is forced to her knees. “These are not your wishes to make.” Frank walks over to her, dick in hand. “Well Danni, my bimbo, how great you turned out. Thanks for making me a dominate male, maybe you should becareful what you wish for. Now act how your new body looks, like the slut you are or I will give you a mind to match it!” She stares at his cock. Is this something she could be? A bimbo? Her and Frank were very vanilla and nornally just had sex. She puts her new lips around his head and grabs his shaft, she can feel him tense. She tries to take it further but shakes her head and pulls pack. “I can’t this isn’t me!” She cries. Frank pulls her golden hair and forces her back on his cock, to her throat and turns to the geine…“I wish Danni had a submissive personality to suit her new body”. Danni’ s eyes scream and they turn a shade of pink and her vision goes white. Her head fills with pink, cocks and orgasms all she wants now is a cock in each hole. She starts moving her head back and forth on his hard shaft. She starts to moan and suck like a pro. Danielle was gone and the bimbo Danni now exists in her place. She feels Frank ready to cun in her new tailored mouth and grabs his hips and forces herself as far down as she can on his dick. He cums in her mouth she feels a wave of pleasure hit her as she cums herself from the changes taking hold. She pulls herself off kissing the tip of his penis and stands up. “Hey babe thanks for the hot load I love sucking your cock Babe” she giggles and faces the geine. “Thanks for the body, I feel incredible! Frank Babe, what’s your last wish? Let’s get out of here and fuck, I can’t wait to try out this pussy on you.” She kneels down on all fours in front of the mirror and sticks her ass out in his direction and starts to rub her new plump pussy. “Hurry babe I need cock”
“Well let’s see…I have a new body as you wished for me and a personality like you wished for me. Let me think. How do I be better with money? I know, I wish all your friends were exactly like you.” With that said the geine nods as the last wish is granted. The lamp fades away and isn’t anywhere to be seen. Frank laughs as he moves to fuck his new slut in the attic. “I can’t wait to see what the others look like. I’m going to be rich whoring them out.” He grabs the bimbo by her hips and lines up to her ass. “Maybe I’ll whore you out if I like the other girls more” Danni didn’t care nor heard what he said, all she could think about as he pushed himself deep in her was ways to make self sexier for her man. She opens her eyes to see Frank fucking her in the mirror and a dildo appear in the mirror in front of her lips. She opens her mouth and sucks it like before knowing it’s a gift from the geine, she closes her eyes and sinks into bliss as she has everything she wants.
Hey-mphhhfff! <What the fuck?!> You’ve been thinking a little too much lately. Mpphhhhff! So I gave you a little something to help solve the problem. MMMMMPHPH!!! <WHAT?! NO?!> Shhh… Just take the cock…
That’s it… Just take it in… mmmpphhh… <f-feels… w-weird… k-kinda, good?> Good girl. Let me push it in… mphfff… mmm… <in… push it… in…> All the way into your brain… mmmm…. <b-brain? into… m-my… w-wait…>
Here we go. All the way in now. Mphmmmm… mmm… <all way in – n-no…> Right into your mind now… Mmmmhmmm… <into… mind… brain… cock… w-wait… s-stop…> Helpless to fight it… mmm… mmm… <helpless… no… fight… f-fight… f->
Good girl. Much better. *suck* mmm… … <thoughts… out…> No more thinking now… *suck* mmm… … <no… thinking…> Fucking every little bit left… *suck* mmm… <fuck…>
Mmmmggrr… Good little doll… *suck* <doll…> That’s what you’re going to be. *suck* Just a doll that doesn’t think. *suck* <doesn’t… think…>
Ughh… Gotta get that last bit… *suck* <last… bit…> Make sure you… ugh… never… *suck* <never…> Think again… mmm… *suck* <never… think… a-a-again… n-no…….!> Now take it. There you go. <!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!> *suck* <!!!!!!!> *suck*
Finally. Nothing left now. … <…> You’re just an empty fuck doll. … <…> No more thoughts. No mind. Just holes. … <…>
Good little fuck doll. … <…> You’re going to be my brainless fuck doll forever. … <…> You’re gorgeous now you mindless cunt. … <…>
Ugh… Good mindless… cunt… … <…> Take my cum, fuck doll. … <TAKE CUM> Aghhhh! Ungggh… Good girl… … <…> Fucking good doll. I’ll clean you up later. … <… … … … … …>
“Oh yeah, that’s soooo good.” You like it. “I do.” It wasn’t a question, sweetie. *giggle* “mmmm…” Slick. Wet. Open. Dripping. “mmmmmmmmm…”
Go ahead and reach inside. “Oh no… no, no, no… I’ve got class.” Just a little. “Fuck you’re naughty, no no… mmmm!” Good girl. Harder now. “No… no no… fuck! mmmm…” Rub it out, sweetie. *giggle* No, no, no! *laughs*
You stopped. I’m impressed. “I have class, honey!” That’s supposed to be ‘sir’. “I have class, SIR. You’re very naughty, SIR.” Someone’s bratty today. “Mmmhmm. Fuck, I do have to go.” Why are you still wiggling? “Cause I’m horny, SIR.” *giggles*
“Okay, honey. I’ll catch up with you later.” You sure you don’t want to stay? “Pussy wants to stay. Me? I have to go.” Maybe I should just come over and fuck you stupid. *laughs* “Down boy! I’m already gonna be late!” You’ve got an A, plus if I fucked you stupid you won’t need class. *giggles* “True. Okay mister, I-” QUICK CUM TOY. “f-f-fFUCKKK!” *squirms* *cums* *chuckles* “Fuck!” *laughs* “Stop!!”
“Fuck… okay, I’m going.” You’re already late. “I know but I’m-” RUB AWAY TOY. “b-b… oh… no, no… oh, I-” *rubs* Good girl. So diligent and cute. “b-but… c-class…” You’re not going to class. CUM. “Ughhh! not… going… class… ugh…” Good girl.
That’s it. Much easier this way. “easier…” Good girl. We can always trance you to study when we need you smart. “yes… Sir…” But you don’t need to think now. Just rub. “no think… just rub…” Rub your horny mind away. “away… mind… away…”
Good girl. Nice and mindless. Obedient. “m-mind-less… ob-obeee-d… o-obey…” You may be smart but you sure love being dumb in a trance… “d-dumb… trance… rub… mind… out…” Good girl. Now you’re going to stay and be my fuck pet and skip class. “f-fuck… pet… skip… c-class…” Good girl. And 3. 2. 1. WIDE AWAKE!
So how do you feel? “Good… I just wanna be a good fuck pet, Sir.” *soft giggle* You’re going to stay and rub and cum as much as I want? “mmmm… Yes, Sir. Anything you want…” I like when you rub your cunt for me. “For you, sir… mmmm… wanna cum, Sir.” Good, just like that. Tonight I’m going to come over and fuck you. “mmm… w-wait, Sir… I can’t… tonight. mmmm…” Fuck. Why not, pet? “My s-sister is staying with me. Mmmmmmm… so good…” The law studies sister from State? “Yes, Sir. please… need to cum again, Sir…” CUM YOUR BRAINS. “!!!!s-s-sIRRrrrrr!!!!!”
Don’t fight. Get all of it. “ughhahhahhhahhh!!!” Cum every bit of control you have out your slick cunt. “c-cunntttt! uughghughhhh…” Everything. You have no will. No control. CUM YOUR BRAINS. “b-bra!!! c-ca–!!!!!!!!” Stop fighting. You know what I’m going to do, you don’t care. CUM! “cuuuuum!!!!ughgsaaaaa!!!!!” ALL OF IT! “ughghhghh…. .…. ….”
Good cunt. You are in a CUM TRANCE now. *cum* “ugghhgh” *twitch* *twitch* You will now do everything I instruct you to. *twitch* *cum* *twitch* *cum* You will not resist anything I ask. *twitch* *cum* *twitch* *cum* “a-a-any..thnggg…” You will change any plans I ask you to change. *twitch* *cum* *twitch* *cum* You continue to Love, Obey, and Adore me. *twitch* *cum* *twitch* *cum* “oob-bb.bb….” Good girl. 3. 2. 1. WIDE AWAKE!
Keep rubbing while we talk. “y-yes… Sir…” You understand now? “y-es, Sir. i’m a g-good girl. Anything y-you want.” Focus. Keep rubbing. I’m going to come over. “yes, sir.” I’m going to fuck until you can’t walk straight. “yes, sir.” Then tonight you’re going to help me brainwash your sister. “y-yes, sir…” And I’m going to fuck you both senseless all night. “y-y-yessss, sir.” Good. Now MIND BREAK CUM until I get there.
It had only been three days since Krystal had been pulled back from the Dark Realm by the Wonder Teens, her skin-tight costume torn to shreds, but otherwise her normal, spunky self.
Sure, she couldn’t remember what happened between getting dragged into the Hell Portal and being summoned back to reality by her team. But she’d only been gone for a few hours, and temporary amnesia wasn’t anything new to the super hero game.
Krystal crossed her arms and paced her transparent, force field cell, cursing Eclipse Girl. It was her mumbled warning about Dark Demons setting traps for mortals that had convinced the team to quarantine their returning hero.