Sophie's Contract

This story is based on a post and a request from sophiesbimbofantasy.

CW: mindbreak, dubcon, CNC, bimbo/dumbification stuff, hypnosis, trans nsft (but NOT forced fem!)

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Sophie knew she should read the contract carefully, she knew she held a sizable chunk of her fate in her hands, in the form of a pink ballpoint pen.

But for the life of her, she just couldn't summon the will to read the long, dry legalese. She knew how these things worked, big pharmaceutical companies like BIMCO. LLC had to protect themselves from liability, and the easiest way to do that was to pack their legal documents with jargon and subclauses and big words that people wouldn't read, and thus wouldn't have power to sue over after the fact.

It wasn't that Sophie COULDN'T understand the text - she had just finished medical school at the top of her class, after all, and was among the brightest members of any friend group, cohort, or workplace she'd ever taken part in, and had a decent understanding of the legal system overall - it was that she just couldn't shake the nervous excitement promised by this trial drug.

And besides, maybe she'd prove a valuable data point. Sophie was trans, and surely the company would be interested in how its drug influenced a girl who was AMAB.

Sophie settled for scanning it. She'd done well on tests with less prep, she figured. Everything seemed to be in order: she'd be under the company's care for a year, given food and water and shelter and a living wage deposited in her bank account, as well as a monthly dose of the drug. She could opt out at any time, though doing so would hurt her credit score or something, probably through some financial wizardy. The company was not liable for any accidents or self-imposed predicaments, including but not limited to... yeah, OK, boilerplate stuff.

Fuck it.

She signed on the dotted line, and felt the sting of a needle in her neck before she finished sliding it across the dimly lit table, to the middle manager seated across from her.

"Damn you guys were really waiting in the wings with that, uh, y'know, that..."

The word escaped Sophie.

"The thingy. The juice you like, uh, put in me? I can feel it filling me!"

She stumbled through the end of the sentence, giggling at the euphemism.

Then she giggled some more. Objectively, she still knew it wasn't that funny, but she couldn't stop thinking about the implied sex: something being put inside her. Something white and wet filling her. Her mind wandered to the subject of creampies as she chuckled, then stayed there.

"It's kinda like, hehe-" she interrupted herself with another snort. "Just like cum!"

"What did you say your name was?" Asked the man opposite her at the table.

Sophie blinked through a few more chuckles.

"Ummmm, I don't remember!" She blurted out, beaming absentmindedly. "Gimme a hint?"

The man smiled. He picked up the contract and waived it.

"For the next 365 days, your legal name is 'Slut.'"

Sophie just stared back, blissfully confused.

"That's like, a lonnnnnng time," was the last the she remembered saying as her mind went foggy.

The next month was a blur. Sophie literally couldn't remember a thing: the drug suppressed her ability to learn new information, but that meant her long-term memory was fucked in the process.

She remembered starting to come to, naked, back at the lab.

"You're injection's wearing off, hold still," was all the pretty man in the lab coat said before injecting her neck with more of that wonderful white fluid.

He didn't have time to step away before Sophie reached out and grabbed at his pants, her mouth gravitating toward his cock.

They were surprisingly easy to pull down. The slowly resurfacing rational part of Sophie's brain wondered if that was an intentional element of the uniform's design, before the drug kicked in and pushed such silly thoughts deep, deep away into her subconscious.

The next time she returned to self-awareness, Sophie was not in a lab, but staring down at a blonde woman with the body proportions of a high-end sex doll. The girl was lapping at Sophie's clit - weird, she didn't remember having a clit - before a prick to the back of the neck ripped awareness away once more.

The brief moments of coherence grew fewer and father between: A group of men pounding her in every feasible orifice, then a stranger cumming in her through a glory hole, then a far-too-big fuck machine stretching out her newly formed pussy, then a much shorter girl edging Sophie with a vibrator to the brink of madness, then the handsome scientist again, railing her on a balcony overlooking a courtyard full of equally obscene sex acts.

They were all Sophie could remember as she stared at the contract, 365 days later, fresh out of her mindfucked stupor. Her last dose wore off a full 24 hours ago, part of the company's requirements before test subjects could sign for renewal.

It might as well have been 5 minutes since she signed the last form, based on her extremely limited memories. And yet, each one felt so euphoric, so deeply, intimately packed with lust that she didn't know if she even wanted to go back to her old life, to take the hospital position she knew she was qualified for if she just stood up and walked away.

This new contract was for 10 years. The company apparently no longer offered 1-year versions, as they tested a more developed version of the drug. Signing now would effectively give away the education, the career, the promising life she'd worked so hard for.

But God,, it'd feel so hot.

Fuck it.

Sophie signed the contract in glittery pink ink, and giggled as she felt the familiar warm sensation of a prick on the back of her neck.