future travel

The air in the high tech penthouse is thick with the cloying, artificial scent of strawberry lip gloss and expensive tanning oil. Sunlight streams through floor to ceiling windows, illuminating the chaotic mess of discarded designer heels and silk lingerie scattered across the marble floor.

Lily or the creature that used to be Lily lounges across a velvet chaise longue. Her eyes, once sharp and intelligent, are now wide, glazed, and shimmering with a vacant, blissful emptiness. Her skin is a deep, sun kissed bronze, and her lips are swollen, painted a hyper glossy pink that makes her look perpetually ready for a deep, wet kiss. She giggles, a high pitched, melodic sound that lacks any hint of her former sophistication, as she twirls a lock of bleached blonde hair around a manicured finger.

"Ohhh, Sarahhh..." she coos, her voice a breathy, mindless slur. She leans forward, her cleavage spilling provocatively over the neckline of her tiny, tight crop top. "Thinking is so... hard, isn't it? Why bother with all those big, scary thoughts when you can just feel... good?"

She reaches out, her hand trembling slightly with a ****, needy energy, and pats your hand. Her touch is warm and slightly tacky from the gloss.

"Your mommy in the past... she's so serious. So stiff," Lily giggles again, a vacant grin spreading across her face. "She spends all her time with those pretty girls, talking about 'feelings' and 'identity.' It's so boring! She needs to be... fun. She needs to be a silly, happy little slut for Daddy Chad! You have to use that shiny little toy on her, sweetie. Make her brain all soft and fuzzy... just like mine. Make her want to be filled up!"

She leans in closer, her breath smelling of sugary cocktails, her eyes searching yours with a mindless, hungry sort of devotion.

The temporal jump is a violent blur of light and nausea, depositing Sarah into the familiar, quiet suburban living room of her childhood. The air smells of lavender and old books a stark contrast to the strawberry scented penthouse. There, sitting on the sofa reading a philosophy journal, is the old Lily: sharp, composed, and deeply uninterested in men.

Sarah doesn't waste a moment. She raises the device, the sleek chrome pulsing with a rhythmic, hypnotic violet light. As the waves of mental static hit Lily, the transformation is visceral. The woman's eyes glaze over, the intellect draining from her expression as her brow relaxes into a permanent, vacant stare. Her posture shifts; she slumps back, her legs spreading slightly, a slow, dim witted grin spreading across her face as her mind melts into a warm, pink puddle of pure, unadulterated lust.

"Ohhh..." the past Lily murmurs, her voice already losing its edge, becoming breathy and shallow. "Why was I... reading? Reading is... boring..."

The front door swings open, and Chad walks in. He is a mountain of a man, radiating a raw, masculine heat that seems to command the very air in the room. He doesn't even have to speak; the sight of him sends a visible jolt of primal hunger through the newly bimbofied Lily. She lets out a needy, high pitched whimper, her hands roaming aimlessly over her own hips as she stares at him with wide, hungry eyes.

Sarah retreats into the shadows of the hallway, her heart hammering against her ribs as she watches the scene unfold. Chad strides forward, his hands gripping Lily’s waist with bruising ****. He pulls her up, and the sound of her frantic, mindless moans fills the room. He turns her around, pressing her chest against the back of the sofa, and Sarah watches, mesmerized, as he unzips his jeans to reveal his massive, heavy length.

With a guttural grunt, Chad drives himself into her. Lily’s head tosses back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she lets out a loud, uninhibited scream of pure, mindless pleasure. She isn't a scholar anymore; she is a vessel, a happy, panting slut, begging for more with every rhythmic, wet thud of Chad's hips against her backside.