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Forbidden memories
🕑 Added 2024-10-04 20:29:50 +0000 UTC
"Well, I don't know how all of this happened, man, but I can say that this is quite interesting and weird to speak about," Matt is explaining as he tries to remember exactly what happened in the last couple of weeks when all of this began. There are such a lot of things that happened to him that he cannot remember exactly. But he knows that something significant happened, even if his memories are fuzzy right now.
"I can see that you're having such a hard time when you have such a dissociative memory issue," the psychologist, where Matt has been coming for the last couple of days, is talking to him now. He is at his desk as Matt is resting on a comfortable couch, trying to recall what has happened in the last few weeks.
"I don't know, Dr. Wimlow, this feels so insane and with such strange things that I cannot exactly say what, but I'm just having memories that don't feel like the ones I usually have. You know? It feels so empty the last couple of weeks when all of this started. But the only remains of that week are just confusing images of...well, just wild parties, gorgeous, stunning ladies, and muscular guys, everyone merging together in the nastiest ways possible," Matt explains with a look of confusion on his face. His eyes are just glued to the ceiling, and his hands are playing with each other, his fingers moving and wriggling in response. There is a feeling of unwholesomeness through his body when he recalls these foreign memories.
Matt has the idea that this is such a moment that he was just in a bad dream or nightmare, considering that he is not the kind of man who likes the mundane party lifestyle. In fact, Matt is a man in his early thirties with a good job position and no interest in living a wild lifestyle. He loves to spend the nights with the company of a good book and a cup of coffee or wine, enjoying the quiet. There are no wild parties in his agenda.
But these last weeks, there is just an empty void in his brain that makes him unable to recall what happened to him. Nothing remains in his brain but the little fragments of foreign memories featuring wild parties and wild sexual encounters with all sexes.
"I understand, Matt. It's normal for people who experience these sorts of traumas to not remember them exactly but just bits and pieces," Dr. Wimlow says. "In fact, you mentioned that you couldn't recall everything even if you tried, right?" Dr. Wimlow asks Matt. Matt nods his head in response, his face filled with intrigue about what happened to him in the last couple of weeks when his brain erased these memories from his mind.
"I just cannot remember anything about it. I know that these few pieces are just my imagination," Matt explains. "But the thing is, Dr. Wimlow, why am I having these memory pieces when I know exactly what kind of person I am? I hate going to parties and having such wild moments. But my brain is just showing me a few pieces of wild memories that seem foreign, and even I thought these are just the product of a wild fantasy made by my brain. I don't know, doctor, but this feels so insane," Matt continues, trying not to lose his composure. His expression shows a tired look in his eyes, and his mouth is dry, visibly affected by all of these events that happened in such a short amount of time. The worst part is that he has no memory of these events as he tries to remember, but there is just an empty void with a few foreign pieces of memories lingering in his unconscious.
"I can say that these are just made by your brain as a way to cope with the trauma and just forget the entire episode that could have happened to you," Dr. Wimlow explains to Matt, trying to help him understand. Matt blinks his eyes a few times, takes a slow, deep breath, and then exhales.
He feels visibly upset and frustrated by not being able to remember anything.
"Why is this happening, Dr. Wimlow?" Matt asks with a hint of a whisper in his voice, feeling overwhelmed. Dr. Wimlow just nods his head and takes notes, observing his patient who has been in this state for the last couple of days.
"For starters, this happens when a person has suffered a traumatic experience. The brain protects the person by suppressing the memory of that trauma, creating foreign memories to make them think nothing is wrong, allowing them to continue with their life. This is a self-protective mechanism of the human brain to cope with severe trauma. It’s just a way our brain protects us," Dr. Wimlow explains.
Matt listens and nods his head in response. Despite the explanation, he still feels unconvinced and visibly affected. There is an inner feeling that maybe he needs to remember what happened.
Matt is such an obstinate person, and he knows that this could lead him to dig a little deeper to see what happened in the last couple of weeks.
But on the other side, there is a feeling telling him that it's better to let things stay that way and not delve further. In fact, there are some things that are better left buried deep in the brain. He struggles with what he wants and what he thinks he must do.
"So... this is just something that I better not remember for my own sake?" Matt asks with a whispering tone, which makes Dr. Wimlow sigh a bit. He has dealt with many patients with the same issues—those driven by curiosity and frustration to know what happened during those specific days they couldn’t remember properly.
"People are so obstinate. Our brains tell us that some things are better left forgotten, yet we keep trying to recall traumatic events," Wimlow thinks, questioning why people are so determined to remember such things. Dr. Wimlow takes notes on his phone and his notebook while Matt sighs, his stare fixed on the ceiling. Dr. Wimlow notices Matt's struggle, visibly affected as if a train has recently wrecked into him.
"Looking at him, it's easy to say he's been hit by severe trauma. I've seen patients with this issue, but Matt is one of the worst. Just look at his expressions, his mouth agape, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He looks like a living dead. Plus, the pale expression on his face doesn't help at all. This is quite interesting. What kind of trauma happened to him back in the day?" Dr. Wimlow thinks to himself as he takes another note, watching Matt once again.
For one reason, he knows he is growing curious about what happened to Matt and what exactly caused his trauma.
"I'm thinking of using hypnosis to help him recall those last couple of weeks erased from his mind," Dr. Wimlow ponders. He considers that this method could be used if the patient gives total approval. He knows that this approach might be considered unprofessional, but Dr. Wimlow's curiosity drives him to explore Matt's subconscious and uncover what happened to him.
"It's not ethical, but it is legal, so it will be just to help a patient remember his forgotten memories," he thinks as he places his notebook on the desk and watches Matt, whose stare is still fixed on the ceiling. Matt's mind seems to be floating in a void, fluctuating between the last couple of weeks and the present moment when he finally returned to his senses.
"There could be a way to help you recall your memories, Matt," Dr. Wimlow says, speaking softly to him. Matt slowly turns his head towards him, the tired look in his eyes conveying his growing sense of deteriorating mental state.
"Really?" Matt asks, feeling a tiny bit of hope as he contemplates the possibility of breaking free from this fog. For once, he could finally be able to recall memories of the days when he hadn't been able to escape into his usual routines of reading a good book or enjoying a cup of coffee. Nothing of that means anything to him anymore. It seems that since the last couple of weeks, his mind has been on autopilot, devoid of the things he used to love that inspired him and drove him forward. It feels as if he is nothing more than a shell of his former self, like a living dead man. All the passions he used to have for his hobbies, like reading and writing, have completely vanished, leaving him with an intense feeling of hopelessness and boredom. Hence, the reason why he wants to remember the events of the last couple of weeks lost in his mind and see what could have happened to leave him in such a state of despair, with nothing to give his life purpose.
"Absolutely! It’s a research-backed hypnotic therapy. This method helps unlock the blocked memories stored in your subconscious mind," Dr. Winlow explained, pausing for a moment before moving closer to where Matt is seated.
"As I mentioned, your brain blocks these memories that could be associated with several traumas. The traumatic events are stored deep in your unconscious mind in such a blocked state that they prevent you from remembering them and experiencing these trauma events again," Dr. Winlow continued, while Matt watched him with a look of hope and exhaustion in his eyes. On one hand, he could be able to remember these blocked memories, but on the other hand, there is a fear about what those traumatic experiences might be that has left his mind so shut off and stored in the depths of his unconscious.
"So, with this therapy, I can be able to remember them?" Matt asked, looking at Dr. Winlow, hoping for reassurance.
"Absolutely. This therapy is commonly used to help patients resolve their traumatic experiences. Again, this is not a panacea. We need to identify the root cause of your current condition, and this is just a key factor in finding the problem; then we can address it with the appropriate treatment," Dr. Winlow explained in a professional tone. Matt felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps he could finally experience relief and solve his issues once and for all.
"That sounds interesting, Doctor Winlow," Matt said, allowing himself to hope. He had nothing else to do but wait for his blocked memories to surface and see what the source of his current condition was, as nothing in his usual life satisfied him anymore.
"Perfect! This is just what we need. I'm optimistic about your experience. Considering that regression hypnotherapy has been developing for the last decade, I have seen such a method work wonders when conventional approaches fail," Dr. Winlow added, eager to reassure Matt.
Dr. Winlow explains with a confident demeanor, suggesting that he has discovered something special. In the end, one might say that Winlow is quite the performer, convincing people that his methods are the best and unique when, in reality, they are similar to those of his colleagues.
It is a good strategy to earn a few extra bucks by marketing it as an "exclusive" treatment.
"And this will be..." Matt asks with curiosity as Dr. Winlow simply smiles in response.
"Well, with this one, you just need to relax on the couch and then close your eyes," Dr. Winlow instructs, moving behind Matt and placing his strong left hand gently on his head.
"Close it," Dr. Winlow says to Matt in a voice that feels deeper than usual.
"All right." Matt closes his eyes, responding to Dr. Winlow's calming command.
"And now, breathe deep and longer for five counts," Dr. Winlow commands, and Matt begins to obey, taking deep and longer breaths.
"Breathe deep, hold it for three seconds, and then exhale," Dr. Winlow continues. Matt, who is struggling to obey, starts breathing deeply, holding it for three seconds as instructed.
"And then, exhale," Dr. Winlow says, placing his hand gently on Matt's forehead as Matt exhales after holding his breath for three seconds. He feels a glimmer of hope that he might finally get what he wants.
"Perfect, and now four times left," Dr. Winlow commands as Matt continues breathing long and deep. He holds it for three seconds and then exhales. He can feel something in his body, like his temperature rising and his heartbeat slowing down.
"Perfect, three more left," Dr. Winlow says as he presses against Matt’s temples with his fingers, making Matt feel a sense of calm as a result of the breathing technique.
"There are two more left," Dr. Winlow's voice echoes through Matt's mind as he continues to take deep breaths, holding it for three seconds before finally exhaling. The breathing feels immense, saturating his senses as he experiences a flood of emotions and a deep-rooted tranquility. He feels the weight of his worries dissipate, leaving a void as he reflects on the events of the past two weeks and the memories swirling in his mind.
"Just stay calm and quiet; there is only my voice that you hear," Winlow says, soothingly. His words drift into Matt’s consciousness, prompting him to think that everything is okay, even though there’s something wrong that could happen. He struggles to regain his lost memories.
"Just two more," Dr. Winlow's voice speaks again as his fingers press firmly against Matt's temples, making him feel a sense of calm with every step of this technique.
"We're getting close to your subconscious," Dr. Winlow says once more, and Matt feels himself sinking deeper into the depths of his mind. He senses a detachment as he begins to unlock the blocked memories buried within his subconscious, little by little.
"And one more left," Winlow speaks again as Matt continues the breathing technique, focusing on his breaths one last time. He exhales deeply, and he feels himself sinking deeper into a state of immersion, connecting with his memories. There is now a blissful calmness, almost a detachment from the external world, where only Dr. Winlow's voice guides him through this moment.
"Perfect. And now you are delving into your subconscious mind. This is where the depths of your blocked memories are restored," Dr. Winlow explains to Matt as he remains in a trance, where he listens only to the soothing voice of Winlow, sounding deep and commanding with each passing second.
"And now, we’re reaching you. You’re going to count to ten in your mind, and when you finish, you’ll remember everything tied to the lost memories of the past two weeks," Dr. Winlow instructs as he presses gently against Matt's temples, encouraging him to count.
"One," Matt thinks, feeling more immersed in the depths of his mind. The subconscious begins to stir, and the heightened sensation within him ignites curiosity about the events that have happened over the last couple of weeks.
"Two," he continues, and there is a feeling of recognition beginning to bubble up inside him.
"Three."
"Four."
"Five."
"Six."
"Seven." Dr. Winlow presses against Matt's temples, and then the result of the counting unlocks the door to his blocked memories.
"Nine." Matt feels himself diving deeper, immersing entirely into the inner depths of his subconscious mind.
"Ten." Matt feels like he’s transported to another time and place, where he is crossing the forbidden depths of his subconscious mind. The commanding tone of Dr. Winlow has made it possible to access those hidden thoughts.
"And now, you are in the same blocked memories of the last couple of weeks, Matt," Dr. Winlow says, and Matt is just beginning to grasp a repressed memory that has been buried under everything he has been suffering from.
"And now you'll open your eyes, and you’ll tell me what you see," Dr. Winlow commands, and then Matt opens his eyes with a rush of fear and excitement. Finally, he is able to experience the memories of the past weeks.
"Um... there... there is something wrong..." Matt says in a whispering tone, his voice still uncertain, and there is a lingering tension in his subconscious mind. He watches himself going through his usual routines, and then he pauses.
"Where are you?" Dr. Winlow asks Matt as he presses against Matt's temples with his fingers, helping him contemplate the memories more clearly.
"I— in my job, working in a corporate office, I am needing to recount my journey," Matt whispers as he is remembering the strain he feels during this particularly challenging day at work. There is a fact that he has been dealing with such stress as part of his role in accountability. The things that happen at work are overwhelming for him as he tries to manage the demands of his life.
"You are preparing to end your day," Dr. Winlow says, and Matt simply nods, replying with a soft, “Yes.”
Matt is just finishing his final task when he steps through the office, and then he notices that he is about to leave the building and head to the parking lot.
"I was in the parking lot and..." Matt trails off as he stops for a moment. There is something that makes him shudder, and Dr. Winlow watches his body language closely.
"And what else?" Dr. Winlow asks, encouraging Matt to continue speaking.
"And then... there I am, sitting in my car and..." Matt's voice trembles as he tries to comprehend what is happening.
"And there is just a man who stops me." He finally says, "There is the moment where I step inside my car, a man wearing a black business suit and a hat, who stops in front of me with a smile on his face."
"And how does he look?" Dr. Winlow asks Matt, encouraging him to share more about the moment.
"He was a man in his fifties, with gray hair, a hat, and that black business suit," Matt replies as he recalls the encounter. Then the man speaks and says, "I need your help," and Matt feels a bit surprised that this stranger is asking him for assistance.
"And what happens next?" Dr. Winlow asks, pressing him to continue.
"He asked me for help," Matt whispers, still in the moment when the man makes his request. Matt replies, "Sure, what do you want?" There’s a hint of surprise, and then the man says, "Well, I need your help for just a couple of days." In that moment, Matt feels completely taken aback, surprised by the kind of thing this man is asking him.
"And then, he says that I should help him for a couple of days," Matt continues, his body trembling. It’s almost like his body is reacting defensively to what is happening.
"I see no reason to push this further," Dr. Winlow thinks to himself as he continues with the treatment. He could stop this, but he is just as surprised and curious to find out what happened next.
"And what else happened?" Dr. Winlow asks, as he continues to probe Matt. Matt is trying to remember, but the thoughts are just out of reach. His mouth is trying to say something, but it’s not audible, almost like a little whispering—something completely unintelligible to Dr. Winlow.
"Wow, what is going on with him now?" Winlow thinks as he considers that this might be the best way to keep him engaged with the treatment and see what happens next.
Deep inside, Matt’s brain races as the man stands in front of him, trying to grasp what is happening.
"Sorry... um, I don’t know what to say," Matt stammers, a look of surprise on his face as the man just smiles back at him.
"Don't worry, you don't need to say anything," the man says, snapping his fingers. Instantly, Matt's body becomes enveloped in a thick fog that clouds all his senses, including his brain and body, making him unable to move or speak. The kind of thing he expected to see in movies is happening to him, and he feels helpless.
"W-w-what is going on?" Matt thinks, trying to escape from the bewildering sensations. The man steps closer, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he whispers, "I'm going to turn you into my sexy toy, and you’re going to love it."
The man speaks softly, sending a shiver through Matt's entire being, making his breath catch in his throat. The fog in his mind grows thicker, and he feels a strange mix of excitement and fear as the man’s words linger in the air.
You don't remember anything" the man says as Matt replies, "I don’t remember anything."
Then, there is something unsettling happening with Dr. Wimlow as Matt speaks in a high-pitched tone, “I don’t remember anything.”
"What’s going on?" Dr. Wimlow asks himself as he hears Matt's voice sounding strangely different, almost higher in pitch, yet subtly distorted at the same time.
"This is interesting," Wimlow thinks to himself, sensing something unusual in a way he has never encountered before.
Back in Matt's subconscious, the man in a black suit snaps his fingers, and Matt's body begins to tremble in response, as if it were caught in an alluring rhythm. The sensation overwhelms him, making it impossible to comprehend what is happening. He feels the commanding presence of the man in the black suit, manipulating his body in ways that feel foreign yet enticing.
"You don't fight these sensations," the man whispers, a knowing tone lacing his words as they echo in Matt's mind.
"You're going to love being a slutty toy," the man says with intensity, causing Matt to shudder in response to the powerful pleasure coursing through him, leaving him bewildered and entranced.
"I’m not going to fight this," Matt moans in an unsteady way, his voice now a high pitch, catching Dr. Wimlow off guard as his eyes widen in surprise, losing his professional demeanor.
"What the hell?" Wimlow exclaims, astonished as he watches Matt's body shudder, his manhood stirring and growing between his legs.
"I'm going to love being a slutty bitch," another moan escapes from Matt's lips, echoing through the room.
"This is a rare case of personality change events," Wimlow thinks, struggling to find a logical explanation for what is happening. But it’s impossible; he could only watch as Matt's transformation unfolds before him, pushing him further into uncharted territory.
Back in Matt's mind, there is just a romantic sensation coursing through his body, making him feel completely lost in the moment as the man in the black suit smiles and whispers in his ear.
"You’re gonna enjoy this."
"I'm gonna enjoy this," Matt moans in a high-pitched tone, his body trembling as he convulses on the floor, his hips moving involuntarily.
"There’s something changing," the man in the black suit says with admiration as he observes Matt's entire body responding in ways he never thought possible. The formless masculinity shifts, transforming before their eyes. His chest expands to a big, juicy proportion, turning into a set of voluptuous breasts that stand proudly on his torso. His body begins to take on a more feminine form, his legs lengthening and his curves becoming more pronounced. Everything about him morphs into a sexy, sultry female figure.
"This is what you gonna be, a sexy slut," the man in the black suit says with a smirk as Matt's body effortlessly reshapes into that of a stunning beauty. At the same time, the clothes transform, the former business suit morphing into a skimpy outfit that hugs her body perfectly. There’s a rush throughout the transformed body of Matt that makes her entire mind feel completely erased, leading to a moment of bliss as her tight slit gushes with waves of ecstasy.
"YESSSSSS!" she moans as she writhes on the floor, her entire body engulfed in a powerful orgasmic sensation, causing the man in the black suit to grin in pleasure.
"What's going on?" Dr. Wimlow asks as Matt's moans fill the room, completely moaning like a slut, his body trembling and writhing on the seat. The sounds escape him in high-pitched cries of desperation.
"I'm a slut, and I need to be fucked," Matt's mouth spills the words, his voice breathless and eager as his body continues to respond.
"What the hell?" Dr. Wimlow speaks in shock as Matt's body convulses, the atmosphere thick with confusion and excitement. The echoes of his voice resonate throughout the room.
Back in his mind, Matt is still processing the transformation that the man in the black suit has just imposed on him.
"And now, you are Marie," the man in the black suit says to the stunning woman as she writhes on the floor.
"I'm... I'm Marie," she acknowledges as the programming sets in, the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"And you're going to be mine for the next couple of days," the man in the black suit states with a grin on his face as the slut on the floor moans and nods her head in total approval.
"I'm going to be yours for the next couple of days, baby," she says, licking her lips, then tries to stand on her feet. Her body feels like jelly from the mind-blowing climax she experienced moments ago, and she is still grinning at the man who stands there with a grin on his face.
"How do you feel, slut?" the man in the black suit asks as she giggles in response.
"I feel wonderful," Marie says with a moan, licking her fingers as she inches closer to him. The man just leans in and kisses her on the neck.
"You have such luscious lips, ready to play with something big and hard," the man says, watching her as she smiles and then grins in response, her gaze fixed on the bulge between his pants, stretching the fabric of the black material.
"Oh God, you're so fucking big," she gasps, and then she leans down, unzipping his pants and starting to suck his cock.
"Oh yeah, slut, that's it," the man says as she responds, her lips massaging his shaft, and the sensations are all over the top.
"Once the two weeks pass, you'll be normal to your former male life. But there's just one thing: you have no recollection of these memories. If you remember them, there will be a moment when you start turning into Marie, this horny slutty girl, and this will be a permanent fact," the man in the black suit explains, his words swimming in Marie's mind. The sensations make her just want to stay lost in the moment, her lips still working on his shaft.
"Oh God... " the slut thinks as she feels her body responding in ways she never thought possible. She loses herself in the intense pleasure, experiencing the bliss she craves as the sensations build inside her, making her feel completely consumed by lust.
"YES!" she moans as the cum fills her eager mouth, and the man is completely lost in lust and joy about this slutty girl.
"Yeah, this is what I mean, a sexy slut for the next two weeks," he says, a grin spreading across his face as he revels in the transformation happening inside her mind, and then everything blacks out.
"What's wrong with him?" Dr. Wimlow watches as Matt's body convulses on the couch, sensing something is about to happen.
"Oh my God," he says, a sense of alarm washing over him as he watches Matt's body reshape itself, becoming more feminine by the second.
"Oh no, it cannot be!" Wimlow exclaims as he watches Matt's facial features slowly transform into those of a woman, complete with a sultry lips, a small nose, and a vacant look of lust in her eyes.
"Oh my God," Wimlow is in shock as he sees Matt's hair grow longer, cascading down in luxurious waves.
"This... this is insane," Dr. Wimlow says, stunned as Matt's torso shrinks, turning feminine and delicate as his chest expands into a big pair of tits that stretch proudly on his chest.
"There it can’t be! I think—" Dr. Wimlow cannot believe what his eyes are witnessing as Matt's arms become slender and delicate, along with his hands transforming into soft, well-manicured ones.
His belly recedes, turning into a flat plane. His waist shrinks, and his hips expand, giving him the look of a hourglass figure.
"This is just like some kind of fucking movie," Wimlow thinks as he watches Matt's legs become slender, following the stunning contours and softening. They turn into sleek, sexy legs. His butt inflates, transforming into a perky, tight heart-shaped derriere that everyone would love to smack. There's just something about Matt that could no longer be considered “Matt” anymore; it’s as if he has become a stunning girl.
“She... SHE is hot!” Dr. Wimlow cannot control himself, feeling a rush of arousal building within him, making him feel completely consumed by such desire as Matt’s clothes reshape themselves, the pants and shirt morphing into a skimpy outfit that accentuates every single curve of her stunning girl figure.
"He has turned into a woman," Dr. Wimlow says, realizing that the woman lying on the couch is nothing like the man he was treating for memory loss. There is just a stunning woman with a skimpy outfit, and everything about her screams sexy and slutty.
"Completely a woman," Dr. Wimlow states in shock as he watches her crotch, noting that there is no longer any sign of Matt. His former manhood has completely vanished. In its place is a flat slit, and he can see a wet spot between her legs.
"This... is... unbelievable," he says with a combination of disbelief and astonishment as he watches the stunning girl slowly regain her senses, opening her eyes and blinking a few times as she turns her head to see where she is.
"Oh... God..." she moans in a high-pitched tone, sounding both sensual and alluring. Dr. Wimlow feels his manhood stir in his pants, unable to control his growing arousal as the seductive girl tries to stand on her feet, her legs feeling like jelly.
"Where? Where am I?" she asks, a look of confusion on her face as she turns her head to see where she is, but all she sees is a wall she doesn't recognize.
"Um... you are in my office," Dr. Wimlow says as he takes the initiative to gauge how this girl reacts to him.
"Oh... hello, dear," the beautiful girl replies with a grin on her face as she watches Dr. Wimlow, and then her body shifts again into her curvy shape.
"Would you like to play with Marie?" she asks, giving a sultry smile and winking at Dr. Wimlow, who is simply admiring her sexiness and lack of shame at the fact that she is offering herself just to have a night of fun.
"Um... I'm... uh..." Dr. Wimlow stutters, overwhelmed by the moment and the fact that he is standing with this stunning woman who is just looking to have a good time. The surreal nature of the moment makes him feel that this is quite unreal.
"Just come with me and play; don't worry, I won't harm you, baby." She winks, then kisses her neck, making Dr. Wimlow shudder as she kneels down and unzips his pants, fully exposing his erect manhood.
"Oh god, this is what I wanted to see—a really big hard thing to play with!" She smiles and grins at him, and the sensations surge through Dr. Wimlow's body, overwhelming him completely.
"Yeah, baby, this is what I need. I'm such a slut, and I love it!" Marie thinks with bubbling excitement as she kisses Dr. Wimlow's shaft with her luscious lips, making him feel completely alive and igniting sensations all over his body.
"Oh god!" Dr. Wimlow moans in response, overwhelmed by the intense feelings flooding through him. He can’t believe all this is happening; it’s so crazy yet exhilarating. This slut is working on his shaft, making him feel a blend of lust and joy, thanks to her skillful mouth that is just controlling and driving him crazy.
"Ohh yeah, baby, I can feel you throbbing in my mouth! I can’t wait to be filled with your sticky seed," Marie thinks, intensity pulsing through her as the sensations peak for both of them. She continues to suck slowly and deliberately, savoring every moment between her lips while making him moan loudly in pleasure.
"Oh god, yes!" Dr. Wimlow is utterly overwhelmed by the skillful mouth of this horny slut, her tongue playing with his purple head and sending exhilarating sensations coursing through him. The intensity builds, reaching a point of near eruption.
"I can feel you! Here it comes, baby!" she moans with excitement, and then there is an eruption of seed coming from Wimlow's erect shaft, filling her mouth with his glorious essence. Her eyes glow with glee as she savors the precious liquid filling her eager mouth.
"YEAH, I need my daily dose of cum, baby! Just give it to me—give it all to me! I'm going to drain your balls," Marie thought with unbridled joy as Wimlow's cock erupted in her mouth. She tries to swallow everything, but a few drops of cum spill from her lips, falling to the floor.
"Gosh, so much cum! I just need to take it all! I need to swallow everything—it's my daily dose of seed, baby!" she thinks, feeling joy and satisfaction as she savors Wimlow's essence.
"Oh god, yes!" Wimlow moans loudly as spurts of seed erupt into her mouth. He feels lost in the moment, not fully understanding what just happened—only that this slutty girl has begun to worship his dick, bringing him to a sticky climax in her eager mouth.
"This slut is completely insatiable," Wimlow whispers in delight, shocked to see Marie grabbing his throbbing cock with her hands and then licking the purple head, savoring every drop that spills from it. She watches him with a natural look of joy in her eyes.
"You like it, baby?" she asks with a sultry tone, licking the remnants of cum from her luscious lips. The scene makes Wimlow completely overcome with joy and pleasure.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah," Wimlow replies to her, his voice short and unsure. In fact, this is one of the most stunning and wonderful moments of his life. His dick erupted so hard that he couldn't imagine producing that much cum.
"Oh yeah, baby, I know you're going to love this. I’m such a slut and I love doing this. It’s so funny that hot guys like you know, baby," she giggles with a grin on her face, winking at Wimlow. He is left completely in shock and awe at the idea that this woman used to be a man in his thirties. There’s just something about it that Wimlow can’t quite process yet.
"This is completely insane," Dr. Wimlow tries to think rationally, but the fervor radiating from Marie is quite intoxicating, making him want to embrace the pleasurable moment of bliss and sticky joy.
"Would you like to have another, baby?" Marie asks with an innocent look on her face while Dr. Wimlow is still shocked by the fact that her expression has made his dick hard and ready for action again.
"Yeah, oh yes," Dr. Wimlow barely replies to her as the sensations rise to the tip, and she giggles in response.
"Yeah, cool, baby, I know that nobody could resist being with someone as seductive as me," she smiles softly. Then, she stops to pull down her top, revealing her big, sexy breasts to him. The moment makes his already hard manhood turn rock solid this time. The atmosphere is intoxicating, and he feels himself on the verge of coming again.
"This time, let's go for a titty fuck, baby," she says, starting to massage his erect manhood with her big, sexy breasts. The sensations slowly drive him wild with lust once again.
"Oh yeah... this is just hot," Dr. Wimlow whispers with delight. There’s barely a single thought in his mind about what happened to the former patient who has turned into this slutty girl. The sensations are overwhelmingly powerful, especially with her big, sexy breasts massaging his shaft right now. The intensity is so overwhelming that he has no choice but to just enjoy the moment and stop thinking about it.
"Just enjoy this, man. There aren't so many moments like this in your life; just embrace it." Dr. Wimlow thinks as he experiences one of the best nights of his life. There’s nothing to worry about; this sexy girl is skillfully pleasuring him, and he wishes it would never end.
"Life is good," he thinks, fully immersed in the moment of lust and joy.
