Pleasure Matrix

Bimbo - IQ Play - Breeding - Technology

Somewhere along the line, something about my life had changed.

​​I can’t quite remember why I started to take long steamy showers on Friday evenings, but I was happy it was now part of my relaxing routine. My workweek always seemed so exhausting that I just NEEDED that break. I always spend my week rushing through every part of my day so I never really stopped to enjoy the simple pleasures in my life.
 
Like a long hot shower…
 
As always, I stepped out of the shower and instinctively went to check my phone. As much as I wanted to relax on Friday evening, there was always something pushing me to check for missed calls or messages.

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I felt so nice and relaxed as I lifted the phone to my eyes and noticed that some random number had texted me.  ​Again? How many times has it been now? I sighed and went through the motions of deleting….
 
Of reading…
 
Of watching…
 
You are compelled to choose one of the following objects. It will decide how you experience your weekend. You will not remember reading these lines. You will only obey and send me your answer. You will not remember sending me a reply and will ignore this conversation as soon as you hit send.
 
1 – A pair of leather cuffs
2 – A cute beanie
3 – A pink turtle 
 
My fingers moved on their own and answered: The turtle.
 
I blinked a few times and sighed. Like always, I deleted the anonymous text without reading it. I really have to find out if I have been subscribed to some sort of annoying calling list. But that would have to wait until Monday. I looked at my phone and sighed heavily. 
 
This damn thing… Wasn’t it fully charged before my shower? Maybe the battery is too old or something. 
 
I climbed into bed and yawned as I plugged in my phone. I smiled as I thought about how restful my night will prove to be. I wasn’t sure why, but every Friday night, after my hot shower, I always felt so sleepy.
 
I could never fight it off so I got into the habit of just going to bed early on Friday nights so I could ride the drowsy wave and sleep. It felt so much better than going out with my friends anyway so why bother resisting it right?
 
I just NEEDED to.
 
So I did.

As I lay there, thinking about my week and letting the drowsiness take hold, my mind went back to one of my co-workers. She had been so excited on Monday. Showing off her latest tattoo to everyone who cared to look. She already had a few tattoos all over her body and this latest one was admittedly stunning. It was a simple butterfly and flower combination, but the colors and shading were beautiful. 

I personally don't have tattoos and would never think of getting one for the simple reason that I would never bring myself to change my body in such a permanent way.  Tattoos were simply too intense for me and I was fine with that. They look better on other people anyway right? 
 
Slumber overtook me in a matter of moments as the familiar fog enveloped my mind.
 
Delicious dreams always filled my head on those occasions. Fantastical scenes that felt so real…
 
So natural…
 
I opened my eyes and found myself in this endless white space. I could feel a floor beneath my feet, but that was the only indication I had that it even existed. All I could see was my body. Everything else was pure white. No walls… No floor… No light source or shadows.
 
Just endless white…
 
If my feet weren’t informing me that I was standing on something, I might as well be floating!
 
As I looked around, I couldn’t help but feel that this space felt familiar. Like I had been here before… Like this space was just a stepping stone. A… A loading area maybe?
 
Strange memories flooded my brain as my real life slowly faded away.
 
Did I work in an office? Retail maybe… Something about real estate? No… That wasn’t right…
 
Things only got more confusing when I blinked and a man appeared out of nowhere. He was tall and obviously built like a Greek god. The perfect body… Handsome manly features… The exact amount of muscle tone I found sexy on a man… Piercing eyes… Square jaw… Light hair… 
 
What the hell? This is surely a dream… No one is THAT gorgeous…
 
“So Lizzy!” he suddenly said. “What do you think? Did I get it right this time?”
 
I blinked a few times, thoroughly confused about who this person was or why he seemed to know me. But then… A memory of him surfaced as I heard his familiar voice. Yes… This was my friend… Wasn’t it?
 
I looked around and suddenly knew exactly where I was and why it felt so familiar.
 
“Wow Dylan…” I said as I looked him over. “I would say you have! Finally!”
 
I was still fuzzy on the details, but I recalled telling him about my fantasy man… Didn’t I?
 
“Good…” he said with a wicked smile. “Now it’s your turn…”
 
“My turn?” I asked as he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. “What do you… oooohhH!!!”
 
I gasped as pink fog swirled in suddenly from everywhere at once. A spike of pleasure erupted inside my body as I saw the fog seep into my skin, reshaping me…
 
Painting a picture of change…
 
But my body wasn’t enough, the fog penetrated my veins and traveled to my head.
 
Re-shaping my mind to suit the fantasy Dylan had in store for me.
 
My tits magically started to grow…
 
“Woah!” I exclaimed as I looked at my chest.
 
My breasts swelled more and more until they felt incredibly heavy. I gasped as I realized that they had grown to a point well past what would be considered natural.
 
“What the hell?” I managed to say as I looked up at him.
 
He was smiling in a way that made my pussy clench.
 
“Tonight…” he said in a low predatory tone. “I want you to be my dirty superficial bimbo... And as your tits swell, your mind recedes... Doesn’t it?”
 
“Wha… What?” I say as I felt something start to tingle inside my skull.
 
“Of course it does…” he said, ignoring my feeble question. “The pink fog will rewire your mind Lizzy… Making you unable to form sentences that contain more than 5 words... At first anyway…”
 
I gasped as a new spike of pleasure erupted while I watched my tits swell even more, making the tingling in my mind intensify.
 
“Then 4 words...” he continued. “Then 3… Your tits finally stop growing, but it doesn't mean I'm done. In fact, you can feel your ass start to swell…”
 
“What is happening…” I said, trying to finish my train of thought.
 
But I couldn’t… It meant using more than 3 words…
 
“Oh I can show you…” he said as he snapped his fingers.
 
To my left, a mirror materialized and I could suddenly see that my ass was indeed swelling. The tingling in my mind intensified, making it so hard to think.
 
I gasped as I saw that my ass wasn’t the only thing that was morphing. 
 
"Like… Oh my Gawd!" I said as I realized that my hair was changing color.
 
My plain brown locks were going platinum blonde!
 
“You noticed your hair…” he said. “Good… Because the blonder they get, the shorter the words you remember become… Shrinking down the words you know and understand to those containing 3 syllables or less...”
 
I turned to look at my ass and gasp as it swelled past anything I would find erotic... Something so very over the top...
 
Making my brain go all pink and happy.
 
My lips spread in a bright smile as I felt a new strange tingling erupt on my skin. Right above where the waistband of my panties would be if I were wearing any.
 
Right over my womb...
 
The tingling seemed to surface, creating a design as I felt it reach deep within. With gleeful happy shock, I realize that an image of a strange little turtle appears.

I don't know how or why, but I recognized the image instantly. It depicted a cute little fertile turtle!
 
“Fer-Ti-le... huh... Tur...tle...” I giggled while trying to say words that were clearly too big for me.
 
Dylan chuckled.
 
I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that I wasn’t done changing. My lips started to swell and I lifted my fingers to touch them, gasping as I realized how sensitive they were. Dylan came to stand right behind me, dangling a pink collar that had bold letters adoring it. 
 
It read: 'Bimbo Breeder' 
 
I’m not sure why, but those words are crystal clear to me and it sends a wave of intense pleasure coursing through my veins. 
 
"Regardless of the time of the month Lizzy...” he said as he placed a hand on my new tattoo. “Did you know that turtles are a symbol of fertility? Well... Even if you didn't, this magical fertile turtle here means that you are 100 % fertile now... If my seed fills that hot pussy of yours... You WILL get pregnant. And we know what happens to bimbo breeders when I visit them? Don't we little Lizzy?"
 
I moaned as the arousal coursing in my fake body spiked once more.
 
“They get pounded until their pink little brains shrink down to 1 syllable words.” He whispered hotly in my ear.
 
I gasped as my hand went straight for my clit. Fuck I was so wet…
 
“Now put this on and show me to your bed, it's high time you get all the pleasure your pink little brain can handle...”
 
I whimper as my hand can’t seem to stop rubbing. I look at him, desperate to obey his demand, yet not fully understanding what I needed to do… His words were so complicated…  
 
Thankfully, he seemed to understand my pleading eyes and chuckled. 
 
“Fine… Let me…” he said as he placed the collar around my neck. 
 
I’m so confused… What was he saying exactly? Why was I his Bimbo breeder?
 
And why was that so hot?
 
Almost like it was an idea that wasn't my own...
 
The pink ditzy fog makes it impossible to really question myself as the collar clicked into place and a room materialized around me. Was this my room? No… Maybe? 
 
However at that moment, I didn’t really care at all.
 
I turned towards the bed and almost skipped as I moved towards it. I felt so aroused I couldn't think of anything else except the pleasure he was promising me. Once I get to the foot of the bed, he pushed me forward, sending me tumbling on the mattress in a mess of limbs as I try to adapt to my huge tits and bubbly ass.
 
I turned around just in time to see him start to crawl on the bed, pushing my legs apart. His eyes captivated me instantly as I took in the lust in his piercing eyes.
 
So hungry...
 
Burning with desire...
 
Before I could understand what he was doing, his lips and tongue found my dripping entrance...
 
In a way, it’s a good thing moaning is just one easy syllable!
 
“OOOOHHHHH!!!” I moaned.
 
My platinum covered head snapped back as unnatural pleasure ignited between my legs. Bliss and delirium found me in record time as his mouth savored every inch of my pleasure.
 
Was he whispering something as I bucked and spasmed? Was he simply licking and sucking on my tender folds?
 
I had no space in my pink fluffy brain to even think about possible answers to those questions. I just felt as if he was speaking directly to my pussy. Whispering dirty exquisite things as he kissed and tasted me.
 
Like his words were directly controlling my pleasure... On a very physical level...
 
Were his lips even touching me?
 
Who knows...
 
The only thing my pink brain could think about was that it felt so fucking good...
 
Pleasure crashed through me... Intense and hot... Making me feel as if I was about to cum!
 
But…
 
At the exact moment my release was to erupt, the feeling of his lips and tongue disappeared...
 
Only to be replaced by his cock as it forcefully lunged forward into me, triggering the release that had been interrupted moments before. Sinking my mind deeper into the pink fog where nothing seemed real... 
 
Where ALL was pure pleasure...
 
Everything melted together as my brain completely shrank under the onslaught and gave in to the pink fog.
 
I came back to my senses, feeling him continue to pound away inside me... But I barely felt it as the pleasure already consumed me once more. Whatever position he fucked me in didn’t matter, I just wanted MORE. Right up until the moment when the little brain I had left registered that the moment had come. 
 
Fuck… Suddenly, all I could think about was that he was about to empty his seed into my hot fertile womb.
 
I didn’t care at all... I felt the little turtle on my belly start to tingle in anticipation. The sensation reached deep inside me... Touching my ovaries... My womb... Making everything ready... 
 
And oh so welcoming...
 
And then I felt it.
 
His cock swelled as it started to pump his potent seed inside me. Making my body positively vibrate and shake as the biggest orgasm of my life crashed through my body while my pussy quivered to milk his cock for every drop of his precious seed.

My body was MADE to do this...
 
To receive his pleasure... His seed...
 
It was pure bliss…
 
I felt the cheap collar around my neck and licked my lips. I can't form the thought, but the feeling became very potent inside my mind: I am his bimbo breeder.
 
And I didn't want to be anything else...
 
Somewhere through the pink fertile fog, I could hear Dylan's voice whispering to me.
 
“The beauty is... I won't stop...” he said. “Even if I KNOW you are already pregnant... I would still continue to breed you as if you weren't... Using my bimbo breeder again and again…”
 
Euphoria enveloped me as the pink fog completely consumed me…
 
Everything was so perfect… So incredibly erotic…
 
The fog lifted and I had to blink my eyes to shake away the cobwebs from my mind. The ditzy fantasy of being Dylan's bimbo breeder lingered while the machine slowly powered down.
 
I smiled and waited for the tale tell beep to echo in the room before unhooking the virtual reality gear.
 
“Damn it Dylan…” I thought to myself. “Now why did you HAVE to go there tonight? You know I'm hot for that shit… Even if you made me cum so deliciously... You KNOW I'm just going to log out and be all horny again!"
 
I grabbed my phone and opened up Dylan’s chat window.
 
Lizzy: Thanks for that wonderful fantasy! It was pretty hot!
 
Dylan: My pleasure Lizzy! I'm afraid my body made a mess again over here. You?
 
I looked down and laughed, seeing the huge wet spot on my panties.
 
Lizzy: Same here!
 
Dylan: That’s hot! 
 
Dylan: So... On another subject... I think it's a shame you don't want to get that cute fertile turtle tattoo...
 
Lizzy: What? Did you remove the VR gear before the sequence finished and damage your brain?
 
Dylan: Huh? I don't think so... Why?
 
Lizzy: Because I AM getting that fertile turtle tattoo! I'm booking my appointment right now in fact.
 
Dylan: But you said, right before we logged on... That you would NEVER get one.
 
Lizzy: HAHAHAHAH!!
 
Lizzy: You know me Dylan! I was just being a tease... Wanted it to be a surprise!
 
Dylan: Oh I see! Can’t wait to see it then!
 
I switched windows and went to the tattoo parlor’s online scheduling page. Great! They had a free slot on Sunday morning! I quickly filled out the reservation form before throwing my phone on the bed. It was so incredible that VR technology made such profound leaps. Enabling people to morph into anyone they wanted and experience such profound emotions and physical sensations.
 
I smiled as I thought about how proficient Dylan was with the tech. How he managed to always create these insane fantasies was a complete mystery. But it meant we always had the most interesting scenarios for us to explore.
 
Especially since I loved to be submissive so much… 
 
Bimbo Breeder… Really… How the hell did he know I love that idea so much?
 
I laughed out loud as my hand snaked down to my pussy. He always managed to push my buttons in the most exquisite ways. The lingering fantasy and the thrill of my soon to be tattoo fuelled my pleasure racked body as my fingers searched out the release I craved.
 
A pleasure fog consumed and carried me back inside my mind…
 
Inside my dreams…
 
Until an annoying buzzing sound completely shattered my blissful sleep. 
 
I opened my eyes as my hand looked for my alarm clock. I rubbed the heavy grogginess from my eyes and tried to organize my thoughts as my plain bedroom came into view. It took a while for the fog in my brain to dissipate, but eventually, I was left to realize that it was Sunday morning. 
 
Sunday? Already? Did I sleep all throughout Saturday somehow?
 
No… That’s silly… Saturday I... Well... Surely I did something productive with my day. Anyway... 
 
I sat up in my bed and stretched.
 
What a strange dream…

How did my brain come up with such insane dreams, I’ll never know.  A future where VR could be that intense was impossible and not even something I mused about. I wasn’t the most imaginative person in the world, so how the hell could I dream up all that? Bimbo breeder was it?
 
I laughed.
 
I don't know where that fantasy sprung up from, but being 'breed' wasn't something I dreamed about. I guess one never knows the depths of the things lurking in our minds. Maybe it was just me stressing over the fact that I had to get up so early on a Sunday morning. For… For…
 
Why DID I have to get up today? Right… I… I had an appointment… An appointment to… To…
 
Huh…
 
For what?
 
I reached out and grabbed my phone to check my calendar.
 
9 O’clock – Appointment at Inked up.
 
I blinked as I stared at the entry for the longest time, trying hard to remember when I had actually booked it. But try as I might, I couldn’t recall making that appointment. Yet…
 
I knew it was important. Because…
 
Yes…
 
I wanted a tattoo…
 
A turtle tattoo…
 
I smiled as fuzzy memories came back to me. Right… I had ALWAYS wanted a fertile turtle tattoo on my lower stomach. How could I forget that?
 
Oh… That’s probably why I dreamed about it then…
 
Nothing strange about that.
 
Not strange at all…
 
All the doubt and confusion I felt when I woke up disappeared while my dream faded away into nothing. 
 
After all, I couldn’t be lingering in bed wondering about meaningless dreams when I had to get ready for my important tattoo appointment.
 
Nothing would distract me from getting what I wanted.

Not even the delicious soreness between my legs…