Arguing boyfriend tells feminist girlfriend Madelyne, to “Do me a favor, and stop thinking.” She becomes entranced/mind controlled, but still aware and able to respond as he slowly reworks her mind and changes her body. She is scared and pleas (he is where the descriptive dialogue come in handy. “No.. please top… ill take it back… mmmmmmm) Until eventually her new personality, Maddi, takes over. The story is kind of dark, sorry.
I’ve been known to do dark
They were arguing again. He wasn’t even entirely sure about what. Madelyne was scarily good at arguments, and he just found them exhausting. He never knew what he was trying to win in the first place. It felt as though she was usually halfway through an argument in her own head before she even brought him into it.
"Do me a favour," he snapped "And just stop thinking."
Madelyne froze, mouth halfway open. It was so sudden her boyfriend didn’t notice until the lack of a response made him look up. She was stood there like a statue, eyes wide. She looked at him in confusion.
"…what?" She managed to gasp out. He cocked his head and looked at her.
"Are you alright…Maddi?" He asked, smirking. She hated that name. Instead of tearing him a new one, she just whimpered, eyes darting around the room.
"…help…" she said. Her boyfriend stepped forward and looked her in the eye.
"What should I help you with, Maddi?"
"Oh, I can certainly help you with that. From now on, Maddi isn’t going to be thinking as much. Thinking is hard. It makes her brain hurt," he said. Madelyne shivered, mouth working helplessly.
"Please…please…" she groaned, but she could already feel it happening. Her head was slowing down, filling up with fuzz. She tried to think, think of anything, but her head thumped the harder she tried to do it until she had to just stop. Thinking hurt, thinking was bad.
"But it’s okay, because I can think for you. You like it when I think for you, Maddi. It makes you feel safe."
She tried to fight it. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t fight it. Thinking was hard. She wanted him to think for her. Made her feel safe. Made her feel happy. She couldn’t think.
"What’s that, Maddi?"
"T-think…think for me…please…think…" Maddi whimpered. She needed it. Maddi gasped as her boyfriend reached up and cupped her tits, frowning down at them.
"Oh I can think for you Maddi, don’t you worry. It won’t be so hard. But you know, I think your tits could stand to be bigger, don’t you?" He asked.
"Big…ger…? What…oh…" She gasped as a tingling started spreading through her chest. Still frozen, she rolled her eyes down and stared as her tits started to swell and grow in his hands. She couldn’t think about it, thinking hurt, it was just happening.
"Bigger tits, no thoughts. Makes Maddi happy, doesn’t it?"
"No…please…" Maddi could feel herself slipping away. Her boyfriend’s hands felt too good on her growing tits. It felt too good not to think. She needed it.
"It makes you happy, Maddi. You can’t think, I’m thinking for you. It makes you happy."
"Makes me…happy…big tits…no thoughts…" Maddi moaned. Yes. Happy. Big tits. No thoughts. Happy. her boyfriend eased them out of her top and bent down to take a nipple into her mouth. She groaned.
"I’m going to fuck these, Maddi. I’m going to put my cock between your nice new big tits, fuck them, and cum all over your blank, dumb face. And you are going to thank me."
"On your knees, Maddi."
She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t think of anything else. Maddi got on her knees. Her tits were wrapped around her boyfriend’s cock and she groaned. No thoughts. No thinking.
"I think you’re going to be much happier. And so, so do you."