semen diet

Candy is strapped into a clinical white chair. She is already heavily augmented lips swollen, breasts enormous but her eyes still show a flicker of residual intelligence at Day 1. The camera tracks her transformation over seven days as she consumes nothing but various forms of Holy Semen.

DAY 1: THE WITHDRAWAL

Visual: Candy is crying. Her face is blotchy. She is being fed semen from a standard medical syringe. She gags slightly, her old 'brain' fighting the new reality.

Candy's Voiceover: "It's... it's wrong. My body wants food. My mind wants to think about... about justice. About my rights. I feel sick. I feel angry. I hate this liquid. I hate feeling this... lumpy. I hate being a person."

DAY 3: THE DISSOLUTION

Visual: The crying has stopped. Candy's expression is becoming vacant. She is no longer being fed by syringe; she is drinking from a large bowl with both hands. Her stomach has begun to visibly round out, stretching her thin latex tank top.

Candy's Voiceover: "The anger is... fading. It's getting quiet. The words I used to use... 'equality,' 'liberation'... they feel like heavy rocks in my mouth. When I swallow the White Truth, the rocks melt. My head feels lighter. So light. So empty. I don't want to think anymore. Thinking is hard. Swallowing is easy."

DAY 5: THE BLOATING

Visual: Candy's transformation is accelerating. Her face has become a perfect, immobile doll mask. Her lips have swelled so much she can no longer form consonants properly. Her stomach is now a prominent, sloshing dome that hangs over her waistband. She is smiling constantly a dopey, mindless grin.

Candy's Voiceover: "Mmm... mmm... so good. No more rocks. Just... wet. My belly feels so full. It's so heavy and warm inside. Every time I drink, I feel a little more of 'Candy' die. I'm not a leader anymore. I'm not a person. I'm just... a straw. A pretty, plastic straw for the Prophet's seed."

DAY 7: THE COMPLETION

Visual: The final result. Candy is unrecognizable. She is a monument to gluttony. Her stomach is massively distended, stretched to near transparency, visibly sloshing with every micro movement. Her breasts have grown even larger from the hormonal overload. Her eyes are completely glassy, pupils dilated into black voids. She sits in a state of pure, drooling ecstasy.

Candy's Voiceover: The voice is now a fragmented, wet whisper, stripped of all intellect.

"Nnn... no more... Candy. Candy... gone. Only... cum. So... full. So... round. Brain... bleached. All... white. Pretty... dumb... empty... vessel. Fuck... thoughts. Love... swallow. Love... cock. Love... being... stupid."

Final Scene: The camera zooms in on Candy's face. She opens her mouth to speak, but instead of words, a massive, thick bubble of semen rises from her throat. She lets out a wet, echoing burp BUUUUUURP and a cluster of pearlescent bubbles floats toward the lens. She licks her swollen lips with a slow, mechanical rhythm, her eyes rolled back in a permanent trance of mindless satisfaction.