With a disheartened sigh, Annette looks in the mirror and gazes at what she has become.
Every morning Annette is given a chance to reflect. After a thorough beauty regimen and getting dressed to Master’s specifications, Annie is programmed to rest her hands on the bathroom vanity. This is when Annette’s true consciousness is allowed to bubble to the surface. She’s stuck in the pose, unable to move anything but her head, but it’s the only time Annette has even a modicum of control.
The first few weeks, she took the opportunity to scream and yell. At first it was in desperation, then it was in anger. Eventually she even tried bargaining with her captors, but it was no use. Her moment of control was nothing but a sick joke, she decided. Day after day, nothing changed. Well, nothing about her situation changed.
Her body, on the other hand, changed significantly. Being a captive in herself, Annette watched as Annie bounced eagerly into procedure rooms. She felt the pain of her body changing to suit her captor’s desires and, begrudgingly, she felt the pleasure when her captors decided to admire the handiwork. Annie was in control. Annette could do nothing.
Today, during her moment of control, she studies the results of months of procedures. Plump lips, inflated tits, sculpted nose, a clinched waist, bronzed skin and long silky hair. There is no longer any resemblance between her and the nerdy bookworm who was abducted however long ago. All that remains is a living doll designed by her captors… and it kind of turns her on.
But that’s not her doing. Right? Surely the warmth between her legs is all Annie, eager to take the reigns once again. Right? There’s no way Annette is turned on by the idea of being a walking sex doll, desperate to please and obey. No way.
Annette tries to be firm on her stance, but her growing arousal begs to differ and inflates the doubt buried in Annette’s mind. Feeling the very pleasant buzz in her crotch, Annette gazes at the mirror again and gets a very sick feeling in her stomach. What she had once decided was a sick joke may actually be the next step in their process. These daily moments of reprieve may actually serve a purpose in her transformation.
As she feels herself fade back into the recesses of her psyche, Annette decides not to believe the nagging thought. There’s no way she’s enjoying what these sick fucks are doing to her. She will never enjoy being someone else’s puppet. She will never-
As Annie bubbles again to the surface, she looks at her reflection and loves how hot she looks. She can’t wait to see the tent in Master’s pants when he drinks in her beauty. Annie giggles and adjusts her top to better show off her tatas. Her pussy feels wonderfully wet and she knows that it’s just a matter of time before she no longer had to share control of her body. She winks at the girl inside and prances off to see what the day has in store.
This is really hott! I would love to see it go on a bit longer. Or maybe even a second chapter. I want to see that seed of doubt in annette grow into full fledged horror then some kind of futile bargaining (maybe all the stages of grief) before finally accepting her fate and merging with annie.
TWICE UPON A TIME, animated short - Animated film about split personality and split time! It’s about dual nature of kings and things and how playing cards came to be! - http://kck.st/1JHrKBb
I feel sorry for people that aren’t in fandoms. Just what do you do with your life when you’re not crying over a fictional character or someone who’ll never know you. When you’re not drowning yourself in fandom content as a coping mechanism. Like you life just be boring then or?
