I needed rent,so i signed up to be a subject at editmybrain.com. The premise was simple, registered users can pay to get inside my brain and make changes to it. It was risky, but i was desperate, and the price ranges to do anything more than just messing with my music tastes or favourite flavours were astronomical! I thought I’d take a gamble, nobody would be interested in paying THAT much just to fuck around with my brain…
Having finished inputting my personal information and (chuckling at the naivety of nerds) using my webcam to scan my retinas, I received a message saying I’d recieve payment for any changes at the end of the month. I pushed back in my chair, relieved that my financial problems were a little less serious… And felt a little flare of sexual arousal in my body. Thinking nothing of it, I leapt over to my bed and jammed a hand down my shorts. I’d filled out an internet profile, my hard work for the day was done, I deserved a little me-time! It was… much more efficient than usual. Normally, I’d eventually tease out a little release over about 30 minutes. But this time within moments I was trembling shuddering, shaking, as I gave myself the strongest, most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced!
As I panted, seeing spots from the unusually strong pleasure I had just given myself, I felt a lot, a LOT more randy than usual. I wondered for if it would feel good to really go nuts on my pussy, like my hand was a jackhammering cock. Would it feel even better than that? I didn’t even really stop to consider it, I just immediately jammed multiple fingers into my oversensitive cunt and started ramming them in and out. My eyes rolled back into my head and I moaned shamelessly… Normally I never keep going after I cum once, but it felt soooo good!
By the end of the first hour my profile had gone live, I had fingered myself to orgasm like 20 times. Every time I came, I would come down exhuated, and think that I wanted to feel that again, and my hand would shoot back to playing with myself… I couldn’t stop! My pussy was like… a red hot smouldering ember that only my juice-drenched fingers could cool. I knew something was wrong so, still frigging my clit, desperately climbing myself towards yet another climax, I looked up my account to see what had happened. My jaw dropped and the flames between my legs pulsed fiercer than ever when i saw the edits that had been made to my mind.
Everlasting Arousal – 200,000c
Masturbation Compulsion – 400,000c
Impulse Control Removal – 250,000c
Even as I furiously rubbed my clit and finger fucked my aching cunt, I couldn’t believe it. Someone had spent nearly a million dollars to turn me into a ridiculous horny slut that couldn’t control the impulse to keep her hands off herself! Why would anyone waste their money like that? And that’s when I realized: credits were not dollars. This site was using a virtual currency! Some users had trillions to spend fucking with my mind! I needed to cancel my account before some sick perv ruined my life!
And then the computer dinged again, and a new edit popped up under my profile picture.
Cum Addiction (level 5) – 10,000,000c
And suddenly I couldn’t sit at my computer anymore. I felt empty. Lost. I craved cum. I needed semen like I’ve never needed anything in my life. And i felt sick when I realized that there were no men in my house. I tried to fight it. I tried to tell myself that it was fake, even as I one-handedly clipped on a garter and pulled a tight black dress over my naked form.
I couldn’t even make myself bother with underwear, it would just be a waste of valuable seconds. I tried to force my hands off my body, to think of anything else, anything but cocks spurting jizz down my eager throat, but I was exhausted and disoriented from so many orgasms. Every time I’d let my guard down for a second, and brush against my clit or push on my g-spot like a go-button and I’d be dripping self-pleasuring mess all over again.
Despite my internal attempts to resist, I stumbled out of the house, not taking money or identification or even bothering to lock my doors. One hand under my short dress, pinching my clit, the other squeezing my nipple, my thighs totally slick and shiny, all I could think was that someone was sure to stop and pick me up, and I could beg to suck their balls dry.
So, on the plus side, I don’t really worry about making rent anymore. But, on the downside, the cum-bender I’m on has been 3 months with no signs of slowing down and I’m sure my landlord has removed all my stuff and terminated my lease by now.
editmybrain.com sounds like my new favourite website. Hope there’ll be more stories about it. Or maybe I have to write some of my own 😉
