Forced into a bimbofied body, navigate dubious consent and submission in a world obsessed with impregnation and humiliation.
The air in the room is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and stale sweat, a cloying haze that clings to your skin. You’re sprawled on a gaudy velvet chaise, the fabric tacky beneath your bare thighs, every inch of your body feeling alien. The mirror across from you reflects a stranger—plump lips painted crimson, curves exaggerated to an absurd degree, hair cascading in unnatural waves. This isn’t you, not really, but the tingling remnants of whatever they dosed you with still hum in your vei