ex-dyke convert

VIDEO LOG: THE BLESSED BREAKFAST OF THE CURED

Location: The Platinum Suite, Cult of Plastic Temple

Subject: Maya Formerly a radical lesbian activist, now a Grade A Supreme Bimbo

Scene Start: The camera is positioned at a low angle, looking up at Maya as she sits at a marble breakfast table. The lighting is harsh, clinical, and expensive. Maya is unrecognizable from her former self. Her face is a smooth, taut mask of high grade filler; her lips are so grotesquely swollen they nearly obscure her teeth; her breasts are two massive, unmoving spheres of silicone that strain against a micro top. Her eyes have that unmistakable 'Bimbo Glaze' wide, glassy, and completely devoid of any complex thought.

On the table before her sits a jug the size of a human head. It is translucent, filled to the brim with a thick, opaque, creamy white substance. This is the Prophet's Holy Infusion: pure, unadulterated semen.

Maya picks up the jug with both hands. Her movements are slow, uncoordinated, almost doll like. She stares into the white liquid with a look of rapturous, mindless hunger.

"Mmm... breakfast time..." Maya purrs. Her voice has lost all its old conviction and fire; it is now a breathy, high pitched whine, punctuated by the wet clicking of her swollen lips. "So hungry... so empty..."

She lifts the jug to her mouth. She doesn't sip; she gulps. The camera captures the rhythmic motion of her throat as she drains the massive container. Thick droplets of the white liquid escape her swollen lips, dripping down her chin and pooling in the deep cleavage of her augmented chest. She makes wet, sloppy sounds of satisfaction with every swallow.

After several long seconds, she sets the jug down with a heavy thud. A thin trail of semen runs down her throat. She licks her lips with a slow, vacant expression, a dazed smile spreading across her face.

"Mmm... so good," she giggles, the sound empty and hollow. "So... white. So... clean."

She leans forward toward the camera, her massive breasts pressing against the edge of the table, nearly filling the frame. Her expression turns from hunger to a kind of ecstatic pride.

"You know what's the best part?" she whispers, her eyes rolling back slightly. "I don't have to... think anymore. I don't have to care about anything. No more stupid protests. No more... disgusting dyke feelings."

She shudders at the word 'dyke,' a physical reaction of genuine revulsion.

"That girl is dead. She's gone. I killed her." Maya giggles again, a wet, mindless sound. "I killed that lumpy, rainbow stained bitch and I ate her for breakfast. Now there's just... Maya. And Maya is a dumb, pretty, empty cunt."

She pats her own stomach, which is taut and glossy from the feeding.

"I'm so proud to be inferior. I'm so proud to be nothing but a hole for the Prophet and a doll for the world. Being a Bimbo is... it's everything. No thoughts, just... fill."

She picks up the jug again, tilting it back to finish the last dregs. As she drinks, she stares directly into the lens, her glassy eyes promising nothing but eternal, mindless submission.

"Don't be a dyke, dolls," she mumbles through a mouthful of white liquid. "Be a Bimbo. It's... so much... easier."

The video ends with a close up of Maya's swollen, semen stained lips as she blows a slow, vacant kiss to the camera.