Pink-Pilled Anthology: Sweetheart

Hey guys.

I am sorry for the long pause without posting, I was struggling with some real-life issues and looking for inspiration for a different perspective on this theme took time.

Here is what I came up with, either it's going to be my worst or my best story so far, so here is hoping you like it.

This is a much longer format, set in the same universe as all the previous ones, the second and third part are in the edition stage of production and will be released very soon.

It is much more of a slow burn trying to focus on what it would really feel like to get hypnotized into a pink-pilled slave. Don't expect to get down and dirty in the first chapter is not that kind of story.

If you like it, please leave a comment, I read all of them and they really make my day when I get that flag in my inbox.

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It had happened again... I had gotten stood up again.

A deep sigh rose from my chest as I glanced around the bar one more time as what hope I had left disappeared from my heart.

I sat in the middle of a slightly empty and moderately dark main room with a few booths and several tables. Nothing fancy or noteworthy whatsoever. But the kitchen was good, and the beer was cheap. Another unremarkable dive bar at the corner of a street

"I can't really blame the girl either " I thought as I looked again at my dating app's profile.

Even thou they were a few of my most flattering depictions, in reality there was no way around the chubby, ugly and kind of desperate looking guy that was the main subject of the photos.

I sighed once more and looked down again.

I flipped through the menu.

"Maybe something sweet and then tomorrow I can focus again on my diet." I convinced myself.

Having finally decided on the double fudge brownie with ice cream I raised my hand without looking at anyone in particular. But as I lifted my gaze from the paper, I was left frozen.

I had never seen this waitress before. I would have definitely remembered a girl so beautiful and unique.

Light pink hair long and flowing with bangs that were cut straight over her eyes. A short, flared skirt of pure white and cute chunky shoes.

~A perfect doll put on display~

I focused on her body moving towards my table, her whole frame swaying with graceful rhythm. Her large breast and wide hips were barely contained by...

"What can I get you, Sweetheart?"

She had crossed the space much quicker than I expected and I was left stunned.

My brain working slower than normally

The words coming from her mouth snapped me back to reality and suddenly I was filled with shame.

~I don't want to be the lonely fat guy ordering dessert ~

"Ahh, ehhh... maybe not that... ehmm... sorry"

She giggled as she moved the tip of her pen and pressed it to her soft fleshy lips.

"Still unsure, doll?" She looked directly at me with her big round eyes. Staring with strange purpose and intensity. I instinctively lowered my gaze to the ground, missing to notice a devilish smile forming on her face.

"I think I have just what you need, Sweetheart... " she said, her voice with a light and airy tone. But something behind it had me at full attention, like there was some other sentence hidden beneath.

I felt something strange, a mix of guilt and fear, as if somehow, I was exposed in front of this angel.

All I could do was nod.

She giggled and grinned, turning in one fluid movement back into the kitchens

I glanced around the bar. Somehow everybody seemed to not have noticed anything strange, not even looking at this beautiful girl, colorful as a rainbow; So out of place in this dingy bar.

~Had I seen her before and also not noticed?~

She came back after ten minutes. On her tray laid a tiny dessert that had been placed in the middle of a big black plate.

"This is a special treat. You are very lucky. We are always running out on this" She placed the huge plate on the table:

A single tiny cupcake bright pink with white icing almost lost within the darkness of the plate. It seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the dim light of the bar.

Any other day I would have thought it a joke: To offer a big bulky guy like me the tiniest cupcake in all of existence.

But now in front of this pink haired beauty filled with colors and that blissful smile, I was mesmerized.

I stared at this tiny thing and wondered how it could feel... to be so small, so vulnerable.

So fragile and easy, that just about anyone could just pick you up and in one single fleeting bite...

*Poof*

As the sugar hit my palate, I felt my mind dance and fold onto itself. In that single instant I felt not like the big guy that I was. There was no weight, no pressure, no expectation at all.

I was floating in the darkness, blank and empty.

~my mind is happy, blank, and empty~

I was light, a tiny morsel surrounded by the overpowering blackness and all I needed to do... was to wait...

And be devoured...

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"Sir, sir.... we are closing. " a middle-aged man was pushing on my shoulder.

As I tried to lift my gaze, I found it hard to focus and the whole bar appeared to be spinning.

Pushing my hand off the table I glanced at the near dozen empty bottles of beer that had yet to be disposed of.

"Wha... when... ughhh..."

~When did I get so drunk? Was the girl just a dream? ~

I looked around for the beauty that gave me the deviled dessert but all I saw where the two regular waiters. And the bar shifting and spinning all around me. Both, now shoving me out of that ~cursed~ place.

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The next morning was particularly bad. Not only my head hurt like nearly a dozen train cars had run over it. But also, the rest of my body ached.

As I reached for my medicine cabinet in my nightstand, I found myself overheating and nearly feverish.

~What did I drink? or... eat? ~

Only after a few pills and a long cold shower I was feeling a little like myself again. Still hot all over, and a dull pain eating way at my whole body.

It was midday now and I was almost running late for the only thing I had planned for this weekend. Apart from that failed date of yesterday's

~what was it...? The fifth time... tenth time? ~ it was hard to recall. Not that I really wanted to.

After a short while I had almost arrived at the doctor's office.

It had been a few months since I had started seeing someone to help me through it all.

Clearly, he had helped somewhat as now I was no longer locked in my house playing videogames all day. But as I looked up at the skyscraper looming over me, I thought:

~I still have a long way to go...~

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The practice was almost in the top floor and so the ride in the elevator would always take a while.

I always used to liked elevators. All I needed to do was stand there and be quiet.

~A perfect doll put on display~

As a reward, I would get to see all kinds of interesting people going about their days.

There was a bank and some high value companies stationed in the building and every so often one of the cute secretaries would come in.

This time I got lucky. At floor 23, a software developer company, a girl came in. Slender and poised with long black hair and a pair of beige heels. Even with her heels she would make tiny tapping noises on the rock paving of the elevator. I found myself unable to take my sight away from the line of her waist.

"Is this not your floor?" A meek voice said. And I found myself staring at her lips, a mix of cream and pink with heavy gloss that made them look so...

~wet. ~

We were the only two people in the elevator and there she was, standing there waiting on me to get out.

"Oh... ehm... sorry... " I fumbled as I shuffled out of the booth. Blushing as a strange moistness filled my crotch

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The whole office smelled of leather and deep vanilla cream.

The main chair was a soft cushioned linen wrapped masterpiece of design. It wrapped my whole body without even trying, and I felt the pressure of the world melt into it.

~safe and secure~

"So, tell me about this week" the warm smooth voice of the man resonated on the wooden walls.

He sat at an opposing chair. Seating slightly higher than me. But his reassuring smile had done a lot to earn my trust in the past few months.

I started to tell him everything: How I was doing better at my work, but still feeling a little unfulfilled at that dead end job. How I had gone out of the house a few nights, if only to the same bar. How I had asked another girl out....

I paused after that ~what really happened after that? ~

I decided to tell him.

~I am safe with Him~

But I did hold back a bit and said it had been a dream.

I saw him smile during my tale. And I smiled back without thinking.

"I understand you don't feel well within your body. Sometimes you wish you were someone else, correct?" His voice, slow and rhythmic.

I nodded without thinking " I do..."

"Have you thought... about what you... would like to be.... really?"

~A pretty little...~

"Ummm... I wish...

~... plastic toy~

I was... thinner?"

I felt my whole body starting to ache again, as if a wave had suddenly crashed on me. When I opened my eyes again, I saw him smiling. But this time I couldn't smile back.

Instead, the feverish heat swelled within me, and I grabbed the chair with both hands.

I closed my eyes, and I imagined the cupcake once again. Pink and.... fake?

His voiced dulled the pain again.

"It's good to confess those feelings. You feel: inadequate... ugly... unwanted... right?"

~He is right.... always right...~

"Yes... I... all I want to be... is...."

~I'm better when... I'm on display~

"...Desired."

He laughed softly, sweetly even, and spoke.

"Well, I think you are a lot thinner than you were when we started our sessions. Don't you agree?"

I looked down and saw my body. ~disgusting, ugly, pathetic~

"Hehe... thanks doc. But no."

He shrugged softly and stood up. Looming over me. Then checked his watch.

"I believe we are out of time for today"

I glanced at the clock.

~Where did the last two hours go?!~

"Are you taking your pills every day?" He asked as I stood up. The room shifted a little, but I managed to keep still.

"Ahmm. Yes doc. Every night."

"Good" he said.

~Good girl~

I smiled at nothing.

"See you next week doc!" I exclaimed in a much cheerier voice than I expected as I saw myself out.

And a devilish smile formed in his lips.

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For some reason it had become sort of a habit for me to masturbate after my appointment with the doctor.

I felt myself hurrying home. The heat that had been all over my body was now concentrating slowly beneath my underpants and I was feeling more and more excited to get back.

I was now running.

As I crossed an outdoor mall, I was feeling a little wetness forming at the tip of my cock. And I was just about to cross the street when I was, for the second time this week, frozen.

~mind pop~

A store I had gone pass a thousand times: pastel colors and a fragrant smell. A simple woman's shoe store.

But right there on the display. A pair of Lolita shoes, with bows and shiny black leather, a blocky schoolgirl heel. Tiny compared to my feet.

~good doll~

I grabbed the shoes of the rack. Feeling the smooth texture and the perfumed smell.

~mind blank~

"Very cute choice!" A bubbly voice said.

I was inside the store, a beautiful girl in front of me, tall and with bright purple hair, smiled a few feet from me.

Immediately I lowered my gaze again and found she was wearing similar shoes, albeit flatter and beige.

I felt warmness fill my cheeks and ears as the shame came rushing in.

"These ones will be perfect!" She said ignoring my response. And handed me a box of the same model I had picked up.

"Anything else?" She asked without reservation.

~good doll~

"Please come back again soon, Sweetheart!"

~mind blank~

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"W-what...?" I found myself opening the door to my apartment. A big light pink box in my hands.

I dropped it at once on my bed and rushed for a cold shower.

~What is happening?... ~

I glanced at the bathroom clock right before entering the shower. Two more hours had passed since I left the doctor's office.

"Where is the time going?!" I felt the rush of fear coming in. And a split second later it drowned in ice cold water.

I opened the door of the shower booth again and glanced at the clock once more.

"Only a minute passed."

I sighed in relief and went to grab the soap from the dispenser without looking, my fingers meeting only the wall. ~Not there? ~

I looked at the wall to see the dispenser much higher up than normally, almost at the level of my head.

~when did I move it? ~

I finished showering and lifted my hand to close the water, also finding it much higher than normally.

As I wrapped my body in the towel, I felt it almost completing two full circles around my body.

The fear is still there at the bottom of my stomach. ~Did I lose any more time? ~

"Ten minutes of showering. Not bad."

I found myself thinking much more clearly now.

I tried to focus on the present now, calming myself down. The whole bathroom seemed to have grown a bit. ~Has it always been so spacious? ~

I lifted myself on my toes and tried to get a full view into the mirror. Too foggy to make up anything.

~When was... the last time I looked at myself in the mirror? ~

I tried to run my hand over it, but nothing... it seemed to be stained or something, too blurry to see.

I grabbed my phone and flipped on the camera. Fogged up also.

"Ughhh!"

I flipped through my photos.

~When was the last time I took a photo of myself? ~

November... oct... sept.... over four months ago.

The same picture I was using on my dating app.

"Fuck it..." frustrated I opened the door. Heavy for a bathroom door.

On the bed, much larger than I remember, on top of black sheets. The pale pink box with a big white bow on top.

~mind pop~

The fear suddenly disappeared. Only curiosity remained.

~thoughts locked~

I opened the box and the chunky heels stood right out filling my view with their shine.

~can't stop~

I slowly grabbed them. As I sat down naked on the bed, only thin white socks on my feet.

I slipped the first shoe in and, *click*, locked in the first strap

~uniform lock~

I felt wet and warm, the heels hitting the floor with a pleasing sound.

I walked on them feeling the cold air on my body.

~plastic body~

I turned on the lights of my room, the warm glow of the colored lilac and cyan LEDs bathing me.

~lifeless mind~

I moved slowly to the window of my apartment. Floor to ceiling covered with blackout curtains. And I heard a soft feminine voice repeating on beat:

"All I want.... is to obey..."

I rolled back the curtains and moved in front of the glass.

" I'm better when... I'm on display..."

I looked at the girl in the reflection, thin and tiny. With a fragile waist and dainty arms.

I struggled to lift one foot seeing how in this cute doll like pose; The only thick thing in the silhouette, where the heavy Lolita shoes strapped to my feet.

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The light was harsh on my eyes.

I moved my hand to cover the sun.

"Who opened the curtains?!"

~I live alone.... did I lose time again?!~

The rush of fear woke me up in a flash. And I stood straight up trying to make sense of my surroundings.

The apartment was small but functional for a single man. Just a tiny bedroom, bathroom, and a small living room with a kitchenette. But even though I had spent the last 3 years in this place, I didn't recognize it.

The bed seemed large and spacious; even thou I knew it was the smallest adult size possible. Lifting up my gaze I saw the nightstand with a big plushie kitten.

On the wall: small flowers and colorful decorations. The closet laid open and where my old clothes were, some colorful and girly attire hung. Some huge clothes seemingly from a giant man were piled up in a corner of the room.

On the corner of the bed, the big box with the white bow laid open. Where the shoe size was displayed a big number "5" was displayed right besides small letters "US"

"Why did I buy those?! They are tiny!"

But as I reached forth, I saw the box empty.

Looking around, the shoes were on the ground next to the window. And what looked like girly white socks laid on them.

As I moved one foot off the bed, I felt it standing much higher, almost having to let myself fall off it to reach the floor.

I placed my sole on the floor.

"Whose feet are these?!"

I looked at them. Then at the legs. I grabbed my own foot and surprised myself to feel it as my own.

Then looked at my hands. Thin, dainty, small.

Nails that were in their natural state but long and well-manicured.

"What the hell what happened to me?!" I screamed in a voice that startled me. I rushed and lifted my hand to grab the doorknob of the bathroom. Quickly noticing how much further above the ground it stood.

I turned my sight right beside the door, the light switch placed at eye level.

My heart started to race, and I started to feel cold sweat forming in my hands.

I tried to twist the knob and open the door, finding the resistance to be almost too much.

As I opened the bathroom door, I found a scene equally as perplexing as the bedroom.

A small pink plastic ladder was placed in front of the sink cabinet. I could barely see the top of my hair in the mirror from where I stood it.

~Black and... long? ~

I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves and forced myself to place one foot on the stepladder, then the other.

When I reached the third and final step, I lifted my gaze. And recognized myself finally.

~a pretty...~

Big round eyes...

~little...~

Delicate features...

~plastic...~

Filled lips...

~toy...~

"I am.... Beautiful..."

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The next time I looked at the clock, three hours had passed.

I was lying on the bed, covered in a fine layer of sweat.

As I looked down my flat abdomen, I saw my hairless penis and balls, flaccid and spent. A warm puddle of cum had formed on my belly button and it reached up all the way to my... breasts?

A deep feeling of guilt had fallen on my stomach and the rush of fear was there once again.

The room came back into focus and my thoughts cleared up.

"I am going insane!"

I quickly cleaned myself. As I tried to figure out what was going on with my mind.

Looking around my apartment it felt alien and stuffy. Like it belonged to someone else.

~I need to get out~

I grabbed the first thing I saw on the pile of clothes that I knew belonged to me. A large cream t-shirt that ended up falling almost to my knees. I felt like I was wearing my dad's clothes from when I was a child. I tied down shorts and put on a pair of XL flip flops.

I wasn't going to wear any of the girly clothes hanging on the closet.

~I must get out~

The lock of my apartment door calmed me down for a moment. I decided to go to the rooftop of my apartment.

It always used to help me think, to be in the open air.

The elevator's doors opened and the mirror on the back wall caught me off guard. I didn't use to think about it at all. But as soon as my reflection appeared.

~fuck... doll...~

I avoided the sight at once. The pull wasn't so strong this time. Even if for a fleeting moment, I felt my mind becoming much slower.

~perhaps because I'm dressed in these weird clothes? ~

I glimpsed once more with cautious curiosity.

This time I felt a low fog start to cloud my mind, but I managed to recognize it, and even.... fight it.