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Mindy is positioned in the center, kneeling on a plush crimson carpet that has already become damp with the evidence of her devotion. Her body is a masterpiece of surrender her breasts are impossibly large and heavy, straining against a tiny rhinestone halter top that barely covers her nipples, while her hips have been widened to impossible proportions.

"Happy anniversary to me~" Mindy giggles, her voice a high pitched, airheaded trill that carries no trace of her former self. "One year since I finally stopped pretending~"

Ten massive cocks surround her face like a crown of flesh. Mindy doesn't hesitate; she moves with the practiced, mindless efficiency of a machine designed for one purpose. She begins to rotate her head in a slow, deliberate circle, taking one cock after another into her mouth. The wet, squelching sounds of her lips stretching around the thick shafts fill the room.

"Mmmph! Ohhh~" she moans between gulps, her eyes rolling back until only the whites show. "This is what being straight feels like~ It's so... simple~ So good~"

She works through them with a manic energy, her tongue swirling around each tip before she slides down the full length, her throat working convulsively. She isn't just sucking; she is celebrating. Every swallow is a toast to her lost intellect, every gag a salute to her new identity as a pure, unthinking cockslut.

"No more thinking about politics~" she manages to gasp out as she moves from the fifth cock to the sixth, her lips glistening with saliva and pre cum. "No more thinking about... about anything~ Just the stretch~ The heat~ The cum~"

The men watch her with amused dominance, some gripping her hair to guide her rhythm, others stroking their cock as she services them. Mindy thrives under their attention. To her, the humiliation is the highest form of praise. She closes her eyes, lost in a haze of salty taste and overwhelming sensation, a perfect, beautiful empty vessel celebrating the death of her old self.