Curiosity made Daphne a new pussy, and Betty a new baby. [Part 9 of 9] [trans]

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You're ready.

You want Master to release inside you. You want to cum on his cock; to feel those sensations you didn't have before. Before you took the drug. You feel grateful, for those sensations of lust inside of you. You want to feel Master's cock spurting into you, impregnating you with his seed.

You move forward, to kiss Master on the mouth. You're full of passion, and Master, very surprisingly, caves in. Soon, you embrace him, passionately caressing his back; your tits grazed against his toned chest, as he moved his hands down toward your ass, your wet little slit.

"Betty," he says, pulling away from you. His breath is warm, gentle. "I love you, Betty. Bear my child for me."

You gently pushed Master onto the bed; you caress Master's warm, toned abs. His invitation for you to bear his child made you feel even more aroused.

Changes of mind and body. [Part 8 of ???] [trans] [BD]

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previously:

Esther and Samantha, wanting Wendy's special privileges, got themselves into a nasty surprise, when they find a butler in the room with Wendy…

"You will become a girl, like us."

The butler shuddered when he took the pill. His vision doubled for a while, then it cleared and refocused. It was as though something powerful was taking hold of him. Something… feminine.

"What's your name?" Wendy asks. Her hand cupped his chin, and she turned him to look into her. With her other hand, she grabbed Esther's blonde head, still bobbing up and down her strap-on. Esther was relentless; she hated Wendy, but she knew pleasing her would make Master happy.

"My name is… my name… is… Daniel…" the butler replies, a little woozy from the drug.

"You're Daphne now. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Don't pretend you don't like it. It's what you wanted anyway. Master told me all about you."

Mindless domination.

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Your pussy throbs painfully, from the abuse with the vibrator.

You passed out from the cycles of pleasure and pain. One moment, you were feeling the buzzing of the vibrator attack your lady bits, the other, you felt nothingness, a sheen of black overcome your body, as you collapsed from exhaustion.

You are still in the dark room, however. You feel the cold breeze of the dark room over your exposed breasts; the cold concrete tile on your back. That's when you realise – you're naked again.

No more pesky skirts I suppose you think. Your wrists are sore from the cuffs, and small lacerations pepper the delicate skin around your wrists. You are free from the cuffs; but the cuffs has been replaced by a collar around your neck, chained to the wall.

Something warm and sticky flows out of your pussy. You dip your fingers, now free from the cuffs, into the warm and sticky mess, and you sniff it.

It is tangy; an iron stench pervades your nostrils.

Forced, mindless, pleasure.

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The setting sun shines through the windows and onto your face. The room is getting darker; you've been served the same gruel, and the girls are gone for their dinner.

For the third time today, you are alone.

You've been given some peace. The buzzing in your crotch has stopped. You still feel sore; numb even, your pussy still wet and aroused.

While the girls were away you tried humping yourself on the bedposts, the nightstands, even the lamps. But you just couldn't come.

What you feel, instead, is a desperate plateau. Pressing your pussy against the humming vibrator, you try and try again to get those waves and waves of pleasure to break over you; to feel that rush go up to your head and over it; to feel the pulsating ecstasy go up your torso; to feel that tingling in your nipples and breasts.

Mindless despair.

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ooooooooooohhhh… the man groans, as he buries his face in between your tits. You feel him spurt inside of you, and you come; your contractions tightening around his cock, milking it for what he's worth. Your pussy clenches around him, as though you don't want to let him go.

But you know what you did was wrong. You know you're a bad little girl. As you feel his breath on your sensitive, wet boobs, you think of what Master would think of you if he saw cum dripping down your sad, sorry cunt.

He holds onto you for a few more seconds; you try to fight him off, but he dumps all of his load inside of you. The cum sloshes around you as you move. His penis shrinks – it's weird how penises shrink like that, you think, and he pulls himself out of you, slumped on the carpet floor.

Mindless deviance. (part 4 of a four-parter)

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You get back to the bedroom, where you see Wendy, snoozing under her covers.

Where has she gone? you thought. Stupid girl.

The sheets are wet, slightly pink; not too pink to be blood. You smell her arousal, and there is a vague smell of cum. She is obviously sweaty, and tired.

You sit at your bed; there is a piece of paper with neat lettering.

DAILY SCHEDULE FOR THE DAY

8 a.m. Breakfast with Master

10 a.m. Return to Bedroom

12 p.m. Lunch in Bedroom

1 p.m. Playtime

4 p.m. Return to Bedroom

6 p.m. Dinner with Master

7 p.m. Special Privileges

10 p.m. Bedtime

A line, written in bold, screams

YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH YOURSELF OUTSIDE OF PLAYTIME

Special Privileges. you wonder what that means. Speshful Pivrledges? Spashful Penislegders? You vaguely remember knowing what 'Special Privileges' meant. But now you can't remember anymore.

The note drifts away out of your mind as soon as you return the note to its dresser.

Mindless fingering.

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You are ushered down to a grand hall, to have breakfast with the Master.

Esther and Sammy are there; they, like how you first met them, are naked.

Master is naked too; the only people who are clothed are Master's butlers and servants. They do not talk, but merely serve up the eggs, bacon and toast. You notice Master's erection. What you do not notice, is how Wendy has disappeared.

Esther and Sammy look fearful, but they are also equally aroused by Master's cock.

"Hi, Betty," Master says. He directly addresses you for the second time.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asks. You shake your head. Your wetness has made the leather chair slippery. You want Master's cock so bad. You're here for Master's cock.

"You're here to eventually have my children. But most importantly, you're here to pleasure me," Master says. "You know you want to… to be part of my harem."

I want to. you think. So bad.

Mindless denial.

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A wave of pleasure emanates from your lips. You moan softly, and quietly.

It is the night before you are sent into your new home. A week after those amazing tests, Doctor Grey came in for one final session to gauge your desperation; you have been forbidden from sexual contact ever since. You are forbidden to wear anything; not that you mind – wearing clothes makes you feel itchy, and you feel clean, now that you have no hair on your legs or on your pussy. Your hair is a glowing golden colour; they are long enough to tickle your nipples every time your hair brushes on your tits.

The nurses seem excited when they come into your room to administer the drug; they talk about being like you, finding a home of their own. They seem quite horny, too; one night, one of the big-breasted nurses came in, secretly fingering herself. She let you taste the wetness from her pussy – it was so arousing that you pushed her down onto your bed and licked all her pussy juices up; you were quite surprised and aroused when you tasted semen from a man flowing out of her pussy.

Slowly becoming mindless.

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You are slowly becoming mindless.

You don't know why. Maybe it was the untested drug that got you hooked. The lab administered quite a dose on you.

There was quite a number of side effects; or maybe, they weren't side effects at all. Your breasts feel engorged; you're about to burst out of your clothes. Your nipples feel tender, your hips wider – and there is this chronic desire, this hotness, lust, originating from your wet, wet pussy. You want a hot, throbbing dick so bad. In your mouth, up your ass, in your pussy, whatever.

The room is dark; you realise you're still in the lab. In fact, you never came out, actually; it's been a week since you have been in here. All you remember are the nurses that administer the drug to you. They're all big-breasted women who wink and smile at you each time you take the little pill.

"Soon, you'll be like us," one of them says. The light goes on. Instead of a nurse, a man comes in. He has an obvious bulge in his pants.