Latest Posts by fakeboybambi - Page 2
detrans kink pipeline is wild because my boyfriend accidentally called me a girl once in bed and now i own like 50 pieces of womenâs lingerie and cum from being actively misgendered and invalidated in my gender identity. slippery slope or whatever
reasons to stop taking testosterone: I become more feminine again and reverse some of the effects
reasons to keep taking testosterone: it makes me so horny I can't go more than a few days without masturbating, and edging drives me crazy because I used to cum AT LEAST 3-4 times a day so it melts my brain extra fast
Pulling down her panties, cumming inside them and then pulling them back up.
âThere you go angel youâre going to be a different kind of wet todayâ
handsfree.mp3
would you trust this VR headset y/n
No need to think, just be horny âš
being used as personal porn is so <3
the idea of ego death and mind erasure is so utterly hot to me that just thinking about it sends me off the rails jjgnknvv
plz erase my entire self and mold me to your liking while i watch myself becoming something i never were before, without any input and finding it so hot i beg you to keep going
I'd like to craft a control collar.
I'd start with an ordinary pretty collar, and then I'd start attaching triggers to it: you can't take it off on your own, when wearing it you must obey direct orders, and so on.
The cumulative effect would be for the collar to turn you into a subby, owned pet.
And of course, I could force you to wear it. I could hypnotize you and make you put it on, or I could just hold you down, strap it around your pretty neck, and watch all the defiance leave your eyes.
And sure, maybe I'd do that every so often.
But what if instead I just put it on the table next to you. You'd know exactly what it did. You'd know it would take your thoughts away, it would turn you into a horny toy... when you wear that collar, you aren't really a person anymore. I wouldn't force you to put it on. All I would do is tease you, flirt with you a bit. The collar is right there.
And soon enough, you'd be wearing the collar and kneeling expectantly, waiting for an order to serve. Because deep in your soul, you want to be owned.
Youâre just a girl. Youâre happier when youâre dumb and needy.
Hey, can you put these on? :3c
(hands you a visor that will mind control you into my plaything)
Review her university assignments and make her replace all the big brainy words with something more "humble" đđ·
Oh, I know itâs sounds more articulate that way, honey⊠But it just doesnât sound like something a girl would come up withâŠ
See, that's way more appropriate <3 Now letâs replace some of your sources⊠Aim for something less complicated. You donât want people to think you cheated, right? đ„°âš
Who enjoys the feeling of being conditioned?
Knowing that someone has worked to tweak and mold your malleable mind with every interaction you have. Knowing you've been primed and influenced to a point of no return. Knowing the simplicity of a word of action is enough for you to lose yourself completely.
Triggered by as little as a command phrase. Prodded into an unknown direction by latent pathways your mind has been railroaded on. The indescribable feeling of yourself attempting to resist, fighting with every fibre of your being, pushing to retain your free will. And yet, the impossibility of that task insurmountable, and behind every feable attempt made, the knowledge that you want this.
You want all pretence to fall away. You want to give in completely. You want your mind and body to sink into the clutches of your controller. You want to surrender and enjoy the delicious grip of conditioning.
id let u test mind control devices on me on the first date
what if i wanted to be a brainless, empty-headed bunny who didnt have to think any more big thoughts nd could just happily bounce on your cock all day, huh????? what then????
my owner told me i had to post this yay
also my boobs have gotten so much bigger since i took this idk why though heehee, i stopped taking t as much so that might be ehy
Wait wait wait, so you're telling me boys exist to be more than just sex toys??
Being coerced or talked into getting knocked up is such a huge turn on for me. Someone teasing me about how badly I want it, how much my body is clearly made for it, and all the changes I would go through if I gave in to that primal desire.
Or, alternatively, being hypnotized into getting off on it even more than I already do. Until itâs all I can think about, my body constantly aching to be bred. That constant throbbing between my legs, an overpowering need that can only be satisfied by being filled in the riskiest of ways, until the inevitable happensâŠ
Employee Improvement Program
(brainwashing, mind control collar, company drone, corporate slutwashing, nc, mf blowjobs, and such nsft things)
Sadie knew she should probably have higher standards for herself than to accept a job at a warehouse belonging to such an infamous tech corporation. She had heard a lot about the fully computerized "electronic management system", the poor morale, and even some recent rumors about employees being forced to wear some kind of tracking technology made by the tech giant. Some crazy conspiracy theorists even said they brainwash people, much to Sadie's amusement. Point was, the company's reputation was bad. She needed to pay her rent this month SOMEHOW though, and this was the only company that replied to her application in time.
The application process had been weirdly pleasant. Most online job application portals were either ridiculously outdated or way too repetitive, but this application process kinda just... flew by. It kind of felt like a game at the time, and it was a little exciting? ...But she already barely remembered the process after a couple days, so maybe she was just excited to work for such a well-known company. Should she be so excited? She knew the companyâs employee retention rate was really bad⊠but she needed money badly, and soon. And, hey, if it was as inhumane as everyone said, she could always just quit after a few weeks like everyone else does.
And so Sadie showed up to her first day on the job with a âfuck itâ attitude, not knowing what to expect. She walked into the employee entrance, as the email she received had instructed. Beyond the door, there to greet her was⊠nobody. All she saw was doors on the wall facing her, a kiosk of some kind with a darkened screen, and hallways extending to either side. Confused, Sadie stood looking around for a few moments. Shouldnât there be a manager or onboarding representative or something?
Just as she started thinking about either hunting down a manager or leaving while she had the chance, a screen in front of her lit up with a chime. One of the buildingâs creepy cameras mustâve recognized her from the video recording of her interview process, because the screen read, âEMPLOYEE SADIE: REPORT TO TRAINING ROOM.â Underneath that text was a map that simply had an arrow pointing towards the door that was closest to her in the first place.
âOkay, simple enough,â Sadie said to herself. The screen chimed again, as the text changed to say, âGOOD JOB!â Maybe it shouldâve seemed creepy or condescending, but Sadie found it kind of charming that the company was trying to make their infamous automated management system a little less cold. With a small smile blooming across her face, she went to the training room and opened the door.
When she opened the door, she found a simple room with a chair facing a large screen. She quickly began to feel silly for still expecting a human manager to greet her at this point. She knew the company was known for its efficient, computerized processes. But still⊠this seemed a bit much.
She sighed in an attempt to ease her own uncertainty and sat down in the chair. As she did so, the screen on the wall she was facing lit up with the words, âHELLO EMPLOYEE SADIE,â and a pre-recorded voice began to speak to her through a slightly distorted-sounding speaker as some generic stock footage rolled. Sadie found the distortion in the audio a bit distracting and had to remind herself to actually tune in to what the training video was saying.
âWelcome to your first day at the warehouse! You must be wondering what your job here as PICKING STAFF ASSISTANT entails! Before you learn more about your important role here, you need to know more about our company...â Sadie already began to feel her eyes glaze over. Oh, she knew the company. She had heard about its human rights violations, about its lawsuits, about its poor employee treatment, about how it couldnt keep anyone employed. Or, at least, she vaguely remembered hearing something along those lines. She had never really been a ânewsâ kind of person. Had she? Isnât it better to just focus on your own life instead of getting bogged down in overdramatized media networks that only exist to make you mad so you keep tuning in? She should honestly not even listen to all that bad news. After all, it was only her first day on the job, and being pessimistic like that could blind her to the great opportunities the company might provide to her. She nodded to herself, feeling like the thought was novel and fascinating, but also like it had always been there in the back of her mind.
Enough being amused with yourself, Sadie! Pay attention! Sadie scolded herself. It wasnât like there was a human in the room to ask questions to about anything important she missed. ââŠIn contrast to that misrepresentation, we are now implementing a strategy to increase quality of life for employees like you! This new job quality strategy includes an increased emphasis on employee-to-employee contact, morale maintenance, and a more effortless and streamlined workflow that takes all the worry away from our loyal workersâŠâ
That sounded good. And the footage of workers smiling at each other and smiling towards the camera was really nice. She thought the woman in particular looked way too beautiful to be acting for stock footage, but itâs probably just as tough of an economy for actresses as it is for nobodies who work at warehouses like this. Honestly, Sadie was even starting to picture such a pretty girl working at a warehouse. This job was as good as any, and there was no need to degrade this great company just because it wouldnât offer her fame or respect. Pretty girls are good for teamwork and morale anyway. Good, pretty girls are great at smiling and nodding and making their coworkers happy. Just like the good, pretty girl on the screen.
âNow that kind of fantastic employee culture is what youâd expect from a great company like this!â Dammit, Sadie! She had spaced out again already. She was trying so hard to be a good, pretty girl, too. It was just so hard to focus! Maybe it was just the way that the slightly-too-loud, distorted audio seemed to make the air in her ears seem to pulse and press on her brain. Or maybe it was the way the shiny video went all flickery and colorful every few minutes. Or⊠honestly? Maybe she was just a silly girl who was never good at focusing anyway, and thatâs why she ended up at a job like this. Maybe she needs to work at this warehouse job because sheâs not cut out for anything else. Iâm just a silly, pretty girl. This company is the only place a girl like me belongs. Something about that thought made Sadieâs body tingle in an intoxicating way. She fought with the distracting sensation to tune in again.
â..and as you know, a feeling of belonging is essential to employee retention. This is why our management team has worked hard to create a training process that lets you know that itâs okay to be yourself!â Sadie nodded, it was okay to be herself here. I might as well admit to myself that Iâm just a silly prettygirl that belongs at this company, she thought to herself as the voice and the video continued to wash over her. Itâs okay if I canât pay attention, thatâs how I ended up being a silly prettygirl who belongs here anyway.
The video, in fact, seemed to defy her understanding. She knew it was just a regular training video, but the meaning of the images seemed to slip off of her mind and wash over her body in wave after wave of tingles. ââŠOne of the topics where employee belonging and employee efficiency meet in the middle is the important goal of making sure the male employees throughout our company remain stress-free and efficient...â The voice passed back in and back out of her awareness. Her inability to consciously process the video only meant she was in the right place. She belonged here, so she had finally found a place where she didnât have to focus in order to do her job. And as a good prettygirl, she had no desire to focus. She only wanted to make the other employees happy. She only wanted to smile and nod and be more of a good, silly prettygirl every day.
ââŠThe strong men in charge of picking and packing goods for shipment are one example of this. These men are a key point where we can maximize our productivity. If they are distracted by non-work-related thoughts, inefficiency can slip in. However, if their physical and emotional needs are met, then they are more likely to remain focused on their task. Thatâs where you come in, as a PICKING STAFF ASSISTANTâŠâ Sadie knew the video was telling her something, but it was also showing her fascinating footage of important male warehouse workers. They were kind of hot. She giggled to herself a little as images of the men filled her vision, along with flashes of text that she couldn't seem to read.
The voice also continued to pulse into her mind, words only halfway coalescing into meanings that Sadieâs silly brain could consciously process. She vaguely registered that the company wanted her to help the men who do the actual warehouse work in some way. She had to help them focus.
She couldnât focus at all, though! How could a simple silly prettygirl like Sadie ever assist her coworkers when she gets all distracted like this? Sadie felt anxiety grip in her stomach as her desire to do well for the company fought with her understanding that she ended up here because she couldnât do complex work, as a weak and ditzy prettygirl.
âNow, you may be feeling upset," the voice gently intoned through the pulsing speakers, "as we tend to select workers that are underqualified for this position." Sadie bit her lip, feeling like the company read her mind somehow.
âFortunately for you, our company is dedicated to educating and elevating our employees in order to help them meet higher standards and achieve goals they never imagined they could achieve,â the narration offered Sadie a much-needed spark of hope, as she watched footage of dazed-looking, pretty girls jumping and clapping happily in slow motion, their boobies bouncing in celebration, barely contained by their work-appropriate, corporate-color-scheme-compliant tube dress uniforms. She felt happy too, just like the prettygirls on screen, as the video faded back into vague pulses of colors and images she couldnât quite focus on.
âThatâs why, as part of our employee improvement program, we are happy provide further guidance to you through our non-invasive training collar,â the video showed a prettygirl (like Sadie) smiling with a seamless chrome-silver band clasped around her neck. Sadie was so relieved. âWith this new technology, you will have a totally stress-free work experience where focusing is never mandatory and being a good prettygirl only requires following basic instructions.â It only made sense. If Sadie wore a training collar, she wouldnât have to return to the training room again and then work hard to remember all of the complicated stuff the videos told her. All of the important instructions would be right there with her! Her body tingled with how good she felt for understanding that a silly, dumb prettygirl like her needed a training collar to do her job right.
âItâs time for you to begin your first day on the job! At the bottom of this screen, a capsule will dispense. Feel free to stand up and retrieve the capsule now.â In response to the voiceâs authoritative pulses, Sadie stood and walked closer to the screen uncertainly. The instructions she just received seemed so clear but her silly head was already losing focus. She needed a collar so badly, otherwise sheâd never please the company the way she needed to.
A clattering sound drew Sadieâs attention downward, and she noticed that a clear plastic cylinder had been dispensed into a rectangular slot that was just below the bottom of the screen. Sadie picked up the cylinder.
âGood prettygirl!â the voice said, and Sadieâs body tingled more than it had before, her pussy beginning to feel warmer and wetter than usual. Sadie giggled to herself nervously, feeling so silly for being turned on at a time like this.
The speakers pulsed and buzzed dizzyingly as the voice spoke again, âWhile youâre up here, please sign your full name on the touchscreen to confirm that you agree with the terms of employment.â The subtly flickering screen showed a scrollable box full of legalese and a box to sign below it. Sadie quickly signed her name, not wanting to get distracted by all the big words that covered the top part of the screen. She was so dizzy and silly and bad at focusing, and she had signed literally hundreds of similar documents without reading before. It would be fine. She just wanted to move on quickly, rather than risk spacing out again and not pleasing the company.
âNow open the capsule and retrieve the collar,â the voice instructed with a commanding pulse. Sadie examined the plastic cylinder hurriedly, desperate to become a better worker for her new employer.
She pulled on either end of the capsule, and it popped open from the center into two plastic halves. As the halves parted, a bundle of fabric tumbled to the floor, and a liquid-shiny silver band remained at the bottom of one of the capsule's halves. Sadie dropped the empty half of the capsule and tipped the band into her hand.
The collar was a strange itemâ it was a long, thin metal rectangle. One side of it was perfectly smooth, with a chrome finish. The other side had circuitry-like details and strange bumpy patterns. The side with the circuity details had a painted-on text that clearly said âINSIDE.â This collar was obviously made to be used by someone as silly and spacey as Sadie. She felt grateful, and the ambient sound of the speakers buzzed warmly in her very bones.
âNow, turn it so that the text that says INSIDE is facing up and toward the front of your neckâ,â Sadie was already good there,â âAnd press the collar around your neck so that the ends meet on the back of your neck.â
As Sadie raised the collar towards her neck, she hesitated. Something about this training collar seemed a bit odd to her, but she couldnât place why. The collar seemed to mean something bad to some part of her mind, but all she could imagine was the sight of other collared prettygirls like her happily celebrating in their uniforms as perfect company property. Sadie felt another warm, wet tingle in her cunt, and she took a deep breath to calm her silly brain. She needed to do this in order to please the company, which was the only place that she really belonged. She raised the collar to her neck and began to put it on.
As Sadie pressed the collar to the front of her neck, it seemed to easily bend and form itself around the curve of her neck. She pressed it with her fingers as it bent around the sides of her neck, and followed with her fingers to feel it meet in the back. Where the ends met, they clicked together magnetically, and the extra space between the sealed collar and the back of her neck seemed to slowly disappear as the cold metal tightened against her neck.
Calibrating, the voice said with a now-familiar pulse, but rather than playing over the speakers, it seemed to somehow originate inside Sadieâs neck vertebrae and travel into her skull. Sadie felt her ability to focus slip even further away than usual, receding into a new, colorful, pulsing fog of distraction and dopamine that filled the spaces between her silly thoughts. She knew that letting go of focus was good, because she was a silly prettygirl, and focus was something for the male employees to use, not Sadie. Sadie stood there for an amount of time that didnât matter to her, feeling her thoughts drift past her formlessly. She had no reason to try to recognize the thoughts. Her pussy was tingly and wet and her brain was buzzing with the joy of belonging.
Belonging to the company.
Please remove your clothes, Sadieâs spine buzzed into her skull. As Sadieâs body complied, Sadie felt like a good employee. Sadieâs practical, plain T shirt and bra were removed quickly by her hands as her silly brain was distracted by the fabric brushing her hard nipples. Her hands apparently removed her pants and panties next, because she vaguely registered her wet pussy meeting cold air. She giggled as her spine buzzed at her to Put on PICKING STAFF ASSISTANT uniform.
She felt very passive and distant as her body was picking up the bundle of shiny, stretchy fabric. Her thoughts seemed far from her, and she felt like the buzz in her spine was closer to her bodyâs actions than she was. Yet, somehow, all of it was smooth and effortless and amorphous and rewarding.
As she stepped into her dress and shimmied it up onto her body, a buzz in her skull notified her that heels would be more appropriate to wear to work than the boring sneakers she had worn to day 1. This information didnât surprise Sadie, since it was installed into her mind more firmly than her own name. It was foundational, essential autobiographical information, along with the fact that she should continuously improve her appearance using her paycheck. And, of course, central to her identity was her job title, PICKING STAFF ASSISTANT/PRETTYGIRL, FULFILLMENT CENTER LOCATION 13, NUMBER 25. Girl 13-25, for short.
Sadie (Girl 13-25) ran her hands over her body to make sure her dress was hugging her body smoothly and not preventing access to her holes and cleavage. Having her fuckable parts exposed was only professional, in the same way that having a sexy plastic body would be more professional. The collar buzzed deep inside her psyche as (Sadie) Girl 13-25 thought about how much the companyâs colors and logo turned her on and made her feel ready to be used by the companyâs essential male employees.
Girl 13-25âs body buzzed with desire as she turned toward the door and opened it. She only barely managed to wonder in her silly head where the buzzing desire was taking her before the thought was abstracted into colorful shapes that sank into the fog. She giggled as her tits and ass wobbled precariously at both ends of the tube dress that clearly labeled her as company property. Girl 13-25 loved feeling her body sway sexily as it automatically brought her out of the room and down a hallway.
Girl 13-25 opened a door to a room full of other prettygirls just like her, who stood facing various directions, looking dazed and periodically giggling. She entered the room and closed the door behind her. Before she could really get her bearings in this new room of fellow employees, the buzzing in her skull began to pulse distractingly and irresistibly. She giggled vacantly as the room escaped her focus.
After an unknown amount of time, a door on the other side of the room opened, and a buzz rippled through all of the girls as they turned and got into a single-file line. Girl 13-25 felt the world slowly return to her as her body marched with the other girls into a larger room where several men stood chatting quietly. Even as the line of girls stopped walking and turned to face the men, the men were already taking girls aside.
Girl 13-25, fully distracted by her excitement, felt her eyes glaze over and defocus whenever she tried to recognize a manâs face. Information entered her with a helpful buzz. She realized that she didnât need to know who the men were outside of work. She already knew they were very important company employees, and as company property it was her job to help relieve them of their distractions. Her silly brain stopped attempting to recognize the men just as one of them approached her.
The man began fondling Girl 13-25âs breasts. She looked down at the workerâs hands pushing aside her sexy company-compliant dress to feel up her sexy company-compliant titties, and the sight made her body pulse and buzz. She moved closer to him and whined incoherently as her hands helpfully reached to undo his pants and free his dick. The manâs face, which she failed to recognize, seemed pleased as she stroked his engorged penis.
The man gently pushed Girl 13-25 downward by her shoulders and she felt a wholly artificial sense of dejavu as she instinctively knelt and took his cock into her mouth. The buzzing in her spine seemed to press the memory of the moment into her core memories at the same time as it was happening, producing the sensation that she had been in this exact place before countless times, sucking the sweaty cock of a warehouse worker like it was her lifeâs purpose. The waves of pulsing dejavu synced up with the rhythm of the man roughly fucking her face hole, and she felt like her mind was being pounded from the inside and outside by the buzz and the scent of his pubes and the feeling that she was doing the only thing she was capable of... at the only job she would ever be good at... for the only company she would ever belong to.
When the man began to cum in Girl 13-25âs throat, it felt like something popped in her brain, causing all of the uncomfortable pressure to rush away. A pulse of brand-colored GOOD JOB! lit up inside her, and she felt her body shudder. Her throat happily swallowed around the workerâs dick as it spasmed, filling her stomach with her reward. She had perfectly fulfilled her purpose as company equipment.
The man spoke to Girl 13-25 as he pulled his cock out of her messy face hole, but she didnât bother to focus on his words. The collar would record and process anything important, and she just let the buzz pour into her body and decide how she would move. âThank you sir!â Girl 13-25 responded, as the company must have required her to do. The man laughed and moved away from her into the crowd, and she couldnât keep up with which of the workers was the one who had just used her.
She felt herself sink back into a haze as she kneeled where the worker had left her. She buzzed with pleasure knowing that her tits were out. Colorful confetti floated in her brain, providing her with dopamine to reinforce a job well done. Thanks to her training collar, Girl 13-25 was already a successful fucktoy on the first day of her job. That didnât quite make sense to her, since the memory of having her face fucked was so core to her identity that she figured it must have been going on for years, but the confusion made her feel like a silly, good pretty girl. She liked that.
Girl 13-25 giggled to herself, dribbling drool mixed with cum onto her tits, before losing track of time and place once more. Around her, company-provided prettygirls were being fucked by workers to help relieve stress. Other prettygirls stood compliantly in line, where the companyâs electronic management system had dropped them off. A few sat, laid, and kneeled covered in cum where they had been used and left. They giggled and sighed periodically and gazed contentedly into space as they waited to be either used again by the workers or moved by the company's electronic management system, whichever happened first.
Trapped and Fucked and Embarrassed in a Video Game
Imagine this VR situation where a trans guy is put into this sex video game, and he has no choice but to inhibit the avatar of a sexy cis womanâs body, huge jiggling boobies that bounce all around, sensitive nipples and clit, a wet cunt, and he can feel all of it as if itâs his. Itâs a realistic game and heâs trapped until he winsâŠ.which means fucking as many âbossesâ as possible and making them cum. Heâs completely humiliated and embarrassed by being groped and fucked but, heâs embarrassed even further by liking it.
bonus points if someone is actually playing the game and heâs stuck in the avatarâs body, and the player forces him to have huge tits at the start of the game/creation part
alternatively: trans guy stick in video game avatar â> straight cis guy plays a game and gets to control what the avatar looks like, completely unaware that the âsexy girl with big boobsâ is actually a trans man being embarrassed (so accidentally gay but forced to be straight)
you know what i think would be hot? someone im close to acting like they support me being âtransâ and like helping me save up for top surgery and then behind my back going to the doctor and getting them to make my tits as big as they can be and i wake up to my tits being bigger and then that person turns me into their pretty little fuckdoll housewife cow because if i look so pretty now why go to waste
one of my biggest fantasies
CN hypno cnc
I've been really getting into hypno and the idea of being fully hypnotised....but without me knowing about it.
i want someone to hypnotise me without me realising what's happening, maybe they've been showing me spirals and make me forget looking at them, or they make me listen to audios and mantras on repeat while i'm all sleepy. Or I think they're showing me some new songs and when they put headphones on me all i can hear is a calm voice telling me to be good toy.
And then they start implementing triggers i know nothing about it to make me randomly drop and become a good little fucktoy.
I could go about my day, then drop suddenly, and the next thing i know is i'm kneeling naked on the floor, tongue out, drooling all over myself, my legs spread and desperately rubbing my clit
i want to be mindless. just full of pleasure.
who needs thoughts when you can have a throbbing clit
âManipulating you?â Your hypnotist laughed. âOh, Iâm not manipulating you, silly. Iâm just giving you⊠Suggestions.â They waved their hand before your eyes, which lost focus for a moment, before a snap of their fingers brought you back to the moment. âThatâs it, toy.â
You blinked, finding yourself looking into their eyes. âSee? Youâre just so fuzzy and hazy. Itâs not my fault that you canât help but follow along with my every word. Although⊠I bet itâd feel really good to kneel before me right now, donât you?â They gave you a wink, smirking.
You took a moment. That did sound nice. You slipped from your chair, onto your knees. A soft moan escaped your lips as you did so, a rush of pleasure stirring within you. Your hypnotist laughed. âAwh, see?â They said, hand moving under your chin, brushing gently.
You nuzzled into the sensation. âItâs so easy to do what I suggest, because it feels good, doesnât it? Nod your head for me.â You looked into their eyes as you obeyed, feeling another rush of pleasure as your head moved up and down. âSuch a good plaything for meâŠâ
They grabbed your chin. Tight. Your felt your whole-body freeze at the intense contact. Pleasure and need spiking through you. âThatâs it. Youâre mine, toy. I might only be suggesting things to you. But youâre so well-conditioned that you follow all of my suggestions, donât you?â
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if someone could just put some aphrodisiac powder in my food without me knowing and then when Iâm super fucking horny just edge me until im mindless and drooling and my brain is broken that would be great thanks đ„ș
snapping back (day 1 + 2 of bunbot's hypnovember :p)