Pink-Pilled Anthology: Sweetheart Ch. 02

Welp, I don't really know what to think about the reception of part 1 yet. I understand that as an erotic tale goes this one is much slower paced and meandering than my previous ones.

I hope you are ok with this much more 'Slice of life' take on a trans/bambi story.

I will continue to finish the story at my own pace since it is as much for me as it is for you guys.

If you guys have any thoughts on how the story is developing or, how you would like it to develop please comment. I read all of them and they 100% mean the world to me.

Always living for the approval of others as any good bambi should.

All characters portrayed in the story are over the age of 18 any ambiguous description is simply meant to represent the petite form of the main character.

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After leaving the doctor's office and riding down the elevator a few floors, I started to recognize this place for what it was: A resort.

Many companies had their logos represented in what to the outside world surely looked like any other glass covered business tower. But on the inside, it was a different story.

The elevator stopped on a floor with a T shaped logo. Beyond an elegant entrance foyer there was a grand indoor spa. A large man opened the door to leave into the foyer, laughing and making jokes with a smaller executive; I caught a quick glimpse of what was hidden behind the heavy wooden doors: stone clad walls with wooden flooring, one of the sides was completely framed by a large reef aquarium that spanned the distance of a long and wide hallway. The other wall was full of entrances to smaller rooms.

And standing in front of each of the entrances:

~Sisters! ~ cried out Sweetheart inside my mind.

~Sure enough...~

A dozen young women stood at attention, in that all too familiar pose, or handed out drinks out of small glass trays. All of them with barely any clothes covering their bodies. On their crotch area right above the pantie line, where tight little bulges or soft fleshy camel toes were, an unmistakable sign of servitude: tattooed in sharp black ink, the company logo, a small 'T' shape with a low arc riding on top.

~Will I too end up having a car's company logo, branded permanently onto my flesh? ~ The thought made me shiver even if Sweetheart made my small dick flick at the thought of finally becoming permanently owned.

I collapsed against the back wall of the elevator. The mental strain of having my whole reality completely turned around in the past couple of days started to take its toll.

As I walked out of the building, I finally managed to take and deep breath again, feeling some of the tension in my posture beginning to relax. I realized I had been walking and standing in much the same way as all the girls inside that cursed building.

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I took a cap out of my handbag and attempted to stuff my hair into it. It proved more difficult than I first thought, and I started to struggle clumsily with the long strands falling on my face.

~Useless. Shouldn't you just disappear and let me take over completely? ~ Her voice banged on my head with such force that took me by surprise. Instantly and without any input from my will, my hands moved up and expertly tied the hair into a neat bun.

It stroke me as several levels of strange that I was about to have an argument within my own mind. But I responded instinctively:

~Are we not supposed to peacefully merge? I think I did more than enough, in accepting this would be my fate, without putting up a fight. ~

Her response came in a fraction of a second, forming the thought, delivering it, understanding its meaning, and feeling the hurt it caused, everything at once:

~I don't care about you. You are disgusting, you don't follow orders, the only reason I am not taking over like before is because He told me to give you space to merge with me. I don't need to like you one bit; I only want to consume you quickly so I can finally become owned. ~

The feeling of my foot hitting the floor surprised me a bit and I realized that I had this conversation in the instant that took me to finish taking a single step.

~So... I need to live my life sharing a mind with someone that finds me disgusting. ~ I asked sarcastically.

~Or you could just give up and become completely pink-pilled... hehe~ she replied.

Strangely I found her answer cute, hearing her giggle with honest happiness.

~These are going to be some difficult weeks for me. ~ I sighed

Walking through the crowd made my inner demon quiet down and I focused on how interesting it was to view life from this new perspective. ~Last time I was this height I must have been eleven or twelve. ~

~I KNOW, much better to be this petite. Everybody notices how cute we are! ~ she said

I glanced around, sure enough some people looked my way, even with the incognito style I was rocking.

As I was nearing the tram stop, I looked around, a small crowd of about fifteen people, going about their normal routines.

At the edge of the crowd, something caught my eye: a large man of dark skin, staring directly at me. His eyes were dark and slightly tired but when he met my eyes he looked away.

I stared at him and found him turning his eyes to me once more. His large build covered by an olive-green coat. Middle aged but still strong, blue collar of sorts. He glanced at me a few more times as I moved ever closer to the station.

He seemed... anxious?

~He is trying to figure out whether or not he could go to jail for fucking me. ~ Sweethearts voice was filled with desire.

I instantly blushed at the thought. I wasn't a virgin, but I had never been with a man. Much less someone so much larger. ~Larger... ~ She cooed.

My eyes darted down to catch a glimpse of the large silhouette forming on his trousers.

~Bambi freeze~

The fog was not there. None of the mind-altering effects. If I wanted to do something I would have to...

I found myself getting slowly closer to the man. A few other people still waited on the platform, but I had found what I wanted.

~Bambi sleep~

Sweetheart was strong, too strong, she knew what she wanted, and she wouldn't take no for an answer.

I didn't put up that much resistance anyway. I was small, pretty, and delicate. And that large man was... smiling?

Something in his eyes had changed. Either he realized that I wasn't jailbait, or he didn't care anymore because as soon as I took another step, he changed posture. His hands on his belt's buckle and he slightly brought his hips forward. I could now see the massive cock growing tightly against those grey pants.

~She sees his cock...~

A ringing sound started to hum in my ears. Then I saw the cock moving away. Or rather the man, slowly moving to climb up into the tram. His eyes looked down at me.

I found pleasure in realizing how much I needed to tilt my head up to catch a glimpse of his face.

~And needs to suck it...~

Sweetheart was relentless on my mind, and I could almost hear the rhythmic beat that always accompanied those suggestions.

I looked up before climbing into the cart right behind him.

~At least this is the correct tram. ~

I thought as the car started to accelerate.

It was more packed than expected for the hour. And due to my height, I ended up being slightly suffocated between the bodies of other large strangers, smelling the mixture of body heat, sweat and perfume and finding that I enjoyed it somewhat.

I would have moved away from there, or tried to find a more comfortable spot if it would not have been for the fact that Sweetheart had what she wanted: right behind me, and slowly pressing harder and harder against my frame was Him.

~Bambi does.... as she is told~

I heard the music louder in my mind as Sweetheart took over my movements once more.

I found my hips slowly dancing, to what seemed like hypnotic patterns.

My butt was rubbing on his body, as I started to hear his quiet moaning.

Softly I danced, for this man, making myself his little plaything.

I gyrated and rotated, until I felt his full girth straining.

His voice then slightly woke me: 'You little bitch, I'm almost Cumming.'

Something was wrong, this was not right, but even still I continued to dance.

I felt his hand grab my arm, and then it squeezed tighter, like a vice.

~This man can't become our master. But even still a cock is here... so let's go faster~

I felt my hips rub in circular motions and as I pulled my head back, He convulsed.

A wet sensation formed on the small of my back. And I turned to see the first man I had pleased.

A shadow of his former self. His face now lay in the throngs of extasy, deep inside that fog that I knew so very well. All his former power... gone.

~You are going to have to give me much more than that to keep me quiet. ~ Blurted out Sweetheart.

~Slut...~ I replied instinctively.

~WE are a slut. Remember that. ~

He was still catching his breath as I looked away from him. Sweetheart quietly dismayed at how easily he surrendered. I looked away taking in my surroundings, the tram had gotten slightly emptier and then, I found eyes.

Three pairs of eyes, fixated on mine, had seen it all.

I didn't dare to record which faces they belonged to. The redness went away from my cheeks and my once perked up dick shrunk limply at once.

~How could I do something like that?! Everybody saw me! ~

I felt the tram stop and I flew from the wagon, I felt the hand of the man trying to get a grip on me, but soon I managed to slide out from it. Even with the amount of people densely packed in the doorway crossing in and out, I slid between strangers and found that I crossed the distance much more dexterously than expected.

In no time at all I was on the other side of the street, the tram had its doors shut and was starting to leave. Hopefully with the owners of the eyes that had seen what a ~filthy little slut I am~.

My dick twitched up once more.

I took up my surroundings.

~This is not my stop...~

~Silly little mouse. ~ Sweetheart giggled.

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I decided to walk around, after seeing that the next tram would be delayed for another fifteen minutes at least.

The area was a small shopping street with quaint little shops at the bottom floors of three- or four-story buildings: an aquarium shop, a sports shop, a sex sho....

~We are not going in there. ~ I commanded flatly to Sweetheart, and I felt her shrug at the missed opportunity.

I stared at the window aquarium of the shop, blue light shone from up top, and made ripples in the water that created fake sunbeams reflecting into the sand and rock. Colorful fish swam about, the sparkles on their skin made me smile and Sweetheart giggled.

~Such pretty little things. ~ Sweetheart said. And I found myself wholeheartedly agreeing with her for the first time.

~I didn't expect you to like anything that was not sex related. ~

~You think too little of me. I am not a construct; I am a real girl. ~

I meditated on that last idea. ~A real girl. ~ I continued in the same direction, aimlessly walking, and staring into the different stores.

I stopped at a bakery to take in the sweet smell of cinnamon and chocolate. ~Utterly delicious. ~

I looked down at my body, skinny little thing, so much beauty that even looking down from my perspective I could admire all the work that was put into it.

~Don't worry, you won't ruin it with one little sweet roll. ~ She giggled.

It was true, I didn't want to ruin this prefect body I was gifted.

~If it makes you feel less guilty, I will make you pay for it later. ~ she said.

I made up my mind and decided the cost would be worth it. I found the smallest cinnamon bun and picked it, a tiny ball of flavor that almost fitted in the palm of my hand. A single bite later. The hit of sweetness on my palate and my face lit up at once.

I felt like it brought back memories that I never actually created. ~From when I was a little girl? ~

'Aren't you just adorable... perhaps you are interested in making some advertising for me?' a manly voice said. Making me step away from that distant memory.

The old man over the counter was smiling down at me. Just the average grandpa looking baker, with a thick grayish beard and a big belly.

I felt the warmth of blush and I smiled instinctively at him, bringing my hand up to clean up the thick layer of cinnamon that had deposited itself around my mouth and cheeks, now full of sweet pastry.

'You remind me of my daughter when she was younger, adorable little princess you are.' He smiled.

I looked around, it seemed like a cozy little bakery, but as I looked more intently, I found it perhaps had lacked customers for a few years already.

'She told me I should do something about the stores image but the fancy guys downtown are too expensive.' He continued, musing by himself in the way old people do.

I found something charming about the old baker, and as I finished my pastry, I quietly listened to him.

'These modern adds are all about computers and fonts... and you well... you had such an adorable smile when eating my sweets... it reminded me of the ads in my time where it was more about the soul of the thing.' he said.

I stared up at the man, rambling ablut the ideas he had and how he always wanted to make the place a cozy retreat where you could have some coffee and love.

By the time he finally concluded:

'... So, how about a photo or something for my front sign?'

I was convinced.

I had never felt such warm praise before, I grinned and tried to compose myself but as I opened my mouth, I found Sweetheart and my own voice speaking as one:

'Only if you teach me to make something as delicious as your cinnamon rolls!'

The old man told me his name and we agreed on a small photoshoot.

I proposed some ideas, and we ended up deciding that I would not only be posing as eating his sweets but also as if I was the one making them.

'A baking fairy!' he boasted when we concluded with the brainstorming. We agreed on a time for the next day and that was that.

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~Quite a businesswoman you are, Hehe. Although it's not going to be new for you to be in front of a camera. ~ said Sweetheart after me walking away from the bakery.

~What do you mean? ~ I asked.

~You will see... ~ was her only reply. And as I tried to go deeper into her meaning I found my mind hitting a block.

~You are hiding memories from me! ~ I exclaimed.

~Patience little mouse. ~ She cooed.

I slowly made my way back home tired and defeated.

~Can't even win a fight inside my own mind...~

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I pushed the key inside and slowly turned it.

I have not had true consciousness for five months since.

Whatever I saw before of my place were mere glimpses and shades. A dream, colored by however much I was under Sweetheart's influence at the time.

~What had she done with my home in five months? ~ I wondered.

I took a deep breath and filled with dread I pushed on the door, feeling it much heavier than before.

I imagined every possibility: From a dark dungeon filled with BDSM things, to a pink barbie house where every piece of furniture was some form of cartoony sex object.

What had I got: a photo studio?

The apartment had always been very small, made to fit the humble life of an underpaid shut-in. A rectangular layout with the door to the bedroom at the very back wall of a windowless living room that had to the left a small kitchen area. What was on the right side used to be a couch with a tv set on the opposite side, with a small low table to have my meals on.

Now the living room area had completely been emptied out. On the back wall a roll of colored fabric hung and folded on the floor, hiding the corners where the vertical became horizontal. Opposite to it: a tripod, two, three tripods at different heights. Different cameras pointed at a focal spot where two bright diffusing lamps also pointed.

Placed right above the highest set camera, a tv screen hung on a metal brace. From where I stood, I saw bright colors emanating from it and reflecting on to the fabric in silence.

The rhythmic colors changing, slowly, fading, in and out, pulling me, into... a.... fog...

~Turn off the breaker! ~ I heard Sweetheart scream.

She took over my body, and in a flash jumped to the breaker box beside the fridge to the left of the entrance. She flipped the switch and shut down the colors and the fog in one fell swoop.

~Silly little mouse, you must really want to get Pink-pilled! ~ She said. As we stood there in near total darkness.

~Huh? What was that? ~ I replied, slowly bringing myself out of the fog.

~It is the last time I save you. Next time I'll just tell the doctor you gave in, and his little experiment is over. You fell right back into the trance; you really must love it! ~

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Thinking clearly again, I regained my senses. And after a deep breath I focused on my surroundings once more.

~What have we been recording? ~ I asked.

~Do you really want to know?~ She replied. I found myself not really wanting to.

I turned off the power to the TV, and turned on the breaker again, lighting up what had been an almost pitch-black space.

All the lights came back on, except for the TV screen. Around the photo area there were many other lamps that shone colorful LEDs, now static and set to a soft light blue hue that tinted the whole living room.

At the edge of the back wall were a few boxes and piled up clothes. One of the boxes laid open on top of the pile. And I reached forth to look.

~Big...

Black...

Cock...~

I heard sweetheart starting to chant inside my mind as my eyes made sense of the object. A large black cock, bigger in girth than a soda can and as long as one of my forearms.

My fingers slowly moved towards it and as they attempted to grab hold, I found them unable to wrap even two thirds around its heft.

It was made of a glossy soft material, that seemed to be permanently moist, and as I focused on it, I found the pressure in my briefs starting to cause pain.

~So big.../ too big! ~

I lifted it, barely holding the weight that it represented. It felt like raw power in my hands. Its very weight causing me to feel ever more vulnerable.

"When did I become so weak?" I said out loud.

But then I found that slowly, grabbing it with both hands I was bringing the tip of this massive cock ever closer to my lips.

The voice of sweetheart became softer, and it flowed over my mind like honey:

~Shhh little girl.... My mouth is not for speaking... ~

I felt the pressure of the material against my lips, recognizing the flavor at once.

~My mouth is for sucking...~ she said.

I opened my lips and let it slide in. Massive as it was, I found my jaw stretching easily and my throat getting ready to invite it in.

One of my hands moved down and I opened my pants, then I let go of the manly boxers I had bought to cover my very unmanly little cock barely a clit compared to this monster.

The texture of the cock was all I could focus on. And soon the taste of it mixed with my spit.

~Such power...~ I found myself thinking.

My tongue slowly rubbed itself against every bump and ridge of it. My filled-up mouth salivating with the pressure of the massive head filling up every space inside it.

Without looking I seemed to have had found something to secure it with, and soon my hands were free to massage the fake balls that hung at its base. Hungrily massaging them as if they were reading to...