reprogramed

The woman on screen is unrecognizable from the sharp witted activist she once was. Katie's face has been surgically and cybernetically reshaped into a doll like mask of permanent arousal: lips swollen to a pouty crimson, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with a vacant, lobotomized stare. She has masive augmented breasts. These massive mounds of synthetic flesh and veined silicone are bolted directly onto her chest cavity, each one larger than her own head, throbbing with a visible, artificial pulse.

"Hi everyone..." Katie giggles, her voice a breathy, high pitched squeal that lacks any intellectual inflection. She holds a phone up to show off her cleavage, the camera struggling to frame the sheer scale of her tits. "I'm finally... I'm finally clean. I used to be so sick, you know? So diseased. I thought I wanted women, but that was just... brain damage. A perversion." She runs her manicured nails over the taut, veiny surface of one breast, pressing down to show how the flesh bounces with unnatural elasticity. "But now I understand. Women aren't people. We're just objects. We're tools for men. Our bodies exist for one thing: to be the perfect landing pad for a real man's cock. Our tits are just vessels to make big, beautiful cocks cum." She stares into the lens with terrifying sincerity. "Lesbianism is the grossest thing in the world. It's a disease that needs to be cured. And I'm so proud to be cured. I'm so proud to be a straight, empty little slut." Suddenly, her eyes roll up as she glances toward someone off camera, her breathing becoming ragged. "Oh god... he's here. My god, he's so big. I need to worship him. I need to prove I'm not sick anymore." She drops to her knees, the camera shaking as she begins to grovel at the feet of a massive, dark skinned cock that enters the frame. "Thank you for saving me, Master. Please, use your cock to erase what's left of my old self."