Human Recycling Can

Emily, a 22-year-old with a smile that could light up a room, stumbled into the kitchen of their shared apartment one morning, her eyes glazed with a hint of confusion. She had always been the one her friends and roommates could rely on for a good laugh or a trusting ear, but something about her today was off. Her long legs, usually a confident stride, now shuffled slightly. Her perky C-cup breasts, often accentuated by tight tops, were hidden beneath an oversized sweatshirt. Her once vibrant personality had become a shadow of itself.

Her roommates, Jack, Mike, and Alex, sat around the kitchen table, exchanging knowing glances as they sipped their coffee. They had noticed the subtle changes in Emily over the last few days and were eager to test their theory. They had been discussing the latest news article about a peculiar mental disorder that had been popping up around the city. It was dubbed "Absolute Gullibility Syndrome," and the tales of its sufferers were both bizarre and disturbing. They had read about people being convinced to do the unthinkable, their skepticism completely overridden by the power of suggestion.

Jack, the ringleader of the trio, decided it was time to experiment. "Em," he called out, his voice smooth as silk, "Could you grab me that newspaper over there?" He pointed to the counter, where the newspaper lay folded.

Emily nodded, her eyes wide and unblinking. "Sure, Jack." She approached the counter and paused. The newspaper was gone. "It's... not here," she said, her voice tentative.

Jack leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Are you sure, Em?" He watched her closely, enjoying the moment. "It's right there."

Emily's eyes darted around the kitchen, searching for the missing newspaper. "But..." she trailed off, her brow furrowing. Then, she blinked and the doubt vanished. "Oh, I see it," she said, reaching for the counter. Her hand passed through thin air. The newspaper was still in Jack's hand, but she was convinced it was on the counter. The room felt warmer, the air thick with tension as the three men watched her, their plan beginning to unfold.

Jack's grin grew wider as he leaned in. "Emily," he said, his tone low and intimate, "You know you love sucking our cocks, don't you?"

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she nodded, her eyes glazed over. "Yes, Jack," she murmured, "I love it."

Mike and Alex's eyes widened in amazement at their friend's sudden transformation. They had read about the disorder, but seeing it firsthand was something entirely different. The power they had over her was intoxicating, and they were eager to explore its limits.

"Why don't you show us?" Mike suggested, his voice thick with excitement. He unzipped his pants, revealing his already hard cock. It was a decent size, but nothing compared to the monstrous lengths they had convinced Emily to believe.

Emily's eyes remained unfocused, but she bent over without a word. Her roommates watched in amazement as she took Mike's cock in her hand and brought it to her lips. She took a deep breath and tried to swallow it whole, her throat constricting around the shaft as she attempted to fit it in. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and her eyes watered, but she didn't stop.

Jack and Alex couldn't believe their eyes. The power they had over her was more than they could have ever imagined. They leaned in, each eager to take their turn. "You're doing great, Em," Jack coaxed, "But you know you can take more."

Emily nodded, gagging around Mike's cock, tears streaming down her face as she tried. Alex and Jack grabbed her by the arms, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down onto Mike's erection. Her throat bulged, and a muffled gasp escaped her as she took the full length. She coughed and choked, her eyes wide with panic, but she never once resisted.

The sight was too much for the other two to handle. They quickly joined in, pulling out their own massive cocks for her to service. They took turns, each face fucking hher harder than she ever thought possible. The room echoed with the sounds of her gagging and their grunts of pleasure. .

Jack took his turn, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with ease. Her cheeks hollowed as she tried to deepthroat him, her eyes watering uncontrollably. It was a strange sensation for her, one she knew she should find unpleasant, yet her mind had been rewired to accept and enjoy it. She felt a strange sense of pride as she managed to swallow his cum without ****, her throat muscles clenching around him.

When it was Alex's turn, she eagerly awaited the hot, salty load she had been told she craved. Her tongue danced around his tip, teasing and licking as he groaned in pleasure. When he finally came, she took every drop, her eyes closed in bliss as if savoring a fine wine. The taste, which she vaguely recalled hating, was now a delicacy to her. She swallowed it down with a contented sigh and opened her eyes to see the three of them watching her with a mix of lust and amazement.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice hoarse from the ****. "It's so... good."

Jack's eyes narrowed. "You know you're into free use sex, right?"

Emily nodded, the concept already embedded in her psyche. "Yes, Jack. I love it."

The weekend had arrived, and with it, the trio of roommates had the entire day to indulge in their twisted game. They had convinced Emily that she was wanted to be their sex doll, designed for their every whim and pleasure. The idea was ludicrous, yet it had taken root in her mind, growing stronger with each passing moment. She had no memory of her past preferences or boundaries, only the insatiable hunger for their cocks that they had programmed into her.

Mike had an idea. "Guys, remember that article about the chick with AGS who thought her pussy was a trash can?" The other two nodded, their grins growing wider. "We should totally try that with Em."

Jack's eyes lit up. "Fuck yeah, that would be hilarious!"

Alex looked skeptical. "But is it safe?"

Mike shrugged. "It's all in her head, man. If we say she thinks she's a fucking recycling can, she'll do it."

The idea was too tempting to resist. They had her strip down, her eyes vacant, and then led her to the living room. On the floor, they placed a dozen empty bottles and crumpled beer cans. The room smelled faintly of sweat and sex, a scent that now aroused Emily more than any perfume could. She stared at the pile, unsure of what was about to happen.

"Em," Mike began, his voice a purr, "You remember how much you love helping the environment, right?"

Emily nodded, her eyes glazed. "Yes, I do."

Jack took over. "Well, we've got this new way for you to help, Em. Your pussy is now a recycling can. You're going to take these bottles and cans inside you, one by one, and make sure they're all nice and clean for Mother Earth."

Emily's mind was a blank slate, ready to accept whatever they told her. She nodded obediently, her cheeks flushing at the thought of what she was about to do. Mike took the first bottle, a plastic water bottle, and lubed it up. He inserted it into her pussy, watching as she took it without a hint of resistance. The bottle went in smoothly, and she moaned, a sound that sent shivers down their spines. They had her convinced that her pleasure was derived from this act of 'environmental service.'

But Jack wasn't satisfied with just one bottle. He grabbed the second one, a bit larger this time. He watched her face for any sign of pain as he pushed it inside her, but she only closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was a tighter fit, and she whimpered slightly, but she didn't resist. The bottle slid in, and she was soon filled with a mix of their cum and plastic.

Alex couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with guilt. He knew this was wrong, but the power was too much to resist. He watched as Emily took the third bottle, her pussy stretching around it. Her eyes watered, but she never complained. It was as if she had been born for this purpose, to serve as their personal recycling center.

As the fourth bottle was inserted, Emily's breathing grew heavier. She could feel the pressure building inside her, but she didn't dare voice her discomfort. Instead, she focused on the idea that she was doing something good, something that would make the world a better place. The pain was a small price to pay for such a noble cause, or so they had convinced her.

The sight of her, impaled on a pile of bottles, her pussy gaping and filled, was too much for the three of them to handle. They couldn't believe they had gotten this far with their twisted game. Mike was the first to give in, unable to hold back his laughter. "Oh, man," he chuckled, "This is too fucking much!"

Jack and Alex joined in, their laughter bouncing off the walls of the apartment. Emily looked up at them, a mix of confusion and desperation in her eyes. She didn't understand the joke, but she knew she had made them happy, and that was all that mattered.

As they continued to fill her with bottles and cans, her body began to ache, but she didn't protest. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting sensations, but she pushed through, determined to prove her worth to them. The pain grew sharper with each insertion, but the pleasure she had been programmed to feel grew as well. It was a strange symphony of sensations, one that left her feeling both used and oddly fulfilled.

Jack picked up the pace, sliding the fifth bottle into her pussy with a **** that made her gasp. She could feel it pushing one of the first past her cervix, invading the sacred space of her womb. The pressure was intense, but she bore it without complaint, her eyes never leaving his as he told her how good she was doing. The plastic and metal scraped against her inner walls, sending waves of discomfort through her body, yet her mind only registered the satisfaction of completing her task.

Mike took over, inserting a crumpled can next. It was a tight fit, and Emily's stomach began to bulge as it pushed further inside her. Her skin stretched around the contours of the can, her body adapting to the unnatural intrusion. She could feel the cold metal against her internal organs, but all she could think about was how happy her roommates would be with her for being such a good girl.

Alex, the most sadistic of the three, decided to up the ante. He grabbed the largest bottle they had, one that she had never seen before. "This one's for the big finale, Em," he said with a wink. "It's going to be a tight squeeze, but I know you can do it."

Emily nodded, her breaths coming in short pants as she felt the bottle's wide base press against her cervix. The pain was intense, but she closed her eyes and thought of the environment, the trees and the animals that she was helping. She pushed back, eager to accept the challenge, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

They watched in amazement as the bottle slid in, her pussy stretching impossibly wide to accommodate it. The room was filled with the sound of her wet, squelching flesh and their ragged breaths. Her stomach swelled with each insertion, forming the shape of the bottles and cans inside her. Emily's moans grew louder, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to fuel their excitement. They had gone too far, yet they couldn't stop.

Jack took her by the hips, his grip firm as he began to thrust the bottles in and out, using her as a living fuck toy. The plastic scraped against the insides of her abdomen, sending shivers of pain that danced with the pleasure they had convinced her to feel. Her belly grew misshapen with each movement, the outline of the bottles clear beneath her sweat-slicked skin.

Mike leaned in, watching the show with rapt attention. "You're doing so well, Em," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to be the best recycling can ever."

Emily could feel her insides protesting, her body straining to accept the intrusion. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to ask them to stop. She had been convinced that this was what she wanted, what she needed. Her mind was a fog of confusion, her thoughts swirling around the words they had planted within her.

Jack pulled the bottles out one by one, each movement sending jolts of pain through her body. She gritted her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut, as she felt the cool air hit her abused pussy. She didn't dare look down, fearing what she might see. But when she heard the sound of a can being crushed against her bruised lips, she knew she had to stay strong.

Mike took over, pushing the first can into her. It was a tight fit, and she could feel her cervix stretching and giving way. The metal was cold and unforgiving as it slid past the barrier of her womb. She let out a muffled scream, the pain unlike anything she had ever felt before. But she knew better than to argue with them. They had told her this was what she enjoyed, and she had to believe them.

With each can that followed, the pain grew more intense. She felt them push against her insides, the sharp edges scraping against the delicate lining of her uterus. The muffled sound of aluminum crushing inside her filled the room, a macabre symphony that made her want to beg for mercy. Yet, she remained silent, her eyes unfocused as she took them all, one by one.

The shock and pain grew with every thrust, and she could feel her body begin to shake. Her pussy was a mess of bruises and torn flesh, but she never once considered resisting. They had convinced her that this was what she was made for, and she had to trust them. Her mind had been rewired to accept their every command, and she was powerless to fight it.

Jack picked up a large juice bottle, one that they had all emptied earlier that day. He held it up, showing her the wide bottom. "Emily," he said, his voice soothing despite the sadistic glint in his eyes, "This is going to help keep everything in place, okay?"

Emily nodded, her eyes still glazed with the haze of the syndrome. She had lost count of how many bottles and cans she had taken, but she knew she had to keep going. For the environment. For them. For her new purpose.

Jack took the juice bottle, its wide base coated in lube. The room was quiet except for the sound of her rapid breaths and their heavy panting. The anticipation in their eyes was palpable. "Open up, Em," he said, and she obeyed without hesitation, her swollen pussy gaping obscenely. He pushed the narrow neck of the bottle into her, the plastic sliding in with surprising ease despite her stretched state. But when he reached the wide base, she felt a new kind of pressure. The bottle was too large, the pain too intense.

Her eyes watered, and she bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a scream. She could feel the bottle's rim pressing against the outside of her pussy, the skin stretched to its limits. Mike and Alex held her down as Jack pushed harder, his face a mask of concentration. The bottle's base inched in, her flesh giving way to the unforgiving plastic. She could feel her insides resisting, but she didn't dare voice her agony. Instead, she focused on the words they had drilled into her: she was a good girl for helping them, for serving her purpose.

The bottle's neck was already lodged inside her, the narrow part of it disappearing into her abyssal cavity. Jack's hand was slick with their combined juices as he pushed the bottle's base closer to her entrance. Emily's legs trembled, and she gripped the carpet beneath her, her nails digging in. The pressure was unbearable, and she could feel the metal cans within her shift uncomfortably. Yet, she remained silent, her eyes locked onto Jack's, willing him to continue.

With a final, brutal shove, the bottle's base slammed into her, sealing her pussy shut. The plastic was cold and unforgiving, the edges biting into her sensitive flesh. The cans inside her rattled as she adjusted to the new intrusion, and she let out a whimper that was quickly stifled. The pain was excruciating, but she didn't dare show it. They had told her that this was what she loved, and she had to believe them.

The three men stepped back to admire their handiwork. Emily lay on the floor, her body a twisted mess of pleasure and pain. Her stomach bulged grotesquely, the outline of the bottles and cans clear beneath her skin. They had pushed her to the limits of human endurance, and she had taken it all without complaint. She was truly their obedient sex doll now, a living embodiment of their darkest desires.

They decided to keep her that way for the day, fucking her ass and mouth while her cunt remained filled to the brim. They took turns, each eager to feel her tightness around their cocks as she moaned and whimpered beneath them. Her eyes remained glazed, never questioning, never resisting. The power they had over her was like a ****, and they were all addicted.