Victoria stepped out of the shower, cold water dripping from her skin onto the tiles beneath her. She’d really needed that. She had returned from the gym a little while ago, flesh and clothes sodden with sweat, mind spacey and dazed. The cool shower had helped refresh her thoughts and cleanse her body.

Working out had become a lowkey hypnotic trigger for her - she wasn’t even sure if it was Samantha who put it there, or if she’d unwittingly created it herself. But she had this idea that the bigger her muscles got, the blanker her mind would get - because she could hide her thoughts inside her muscles. The more she worked out, the stronger she got, the more of a mindless gym babe she would turn into.

Glancing at her reflection, she tensed an arm muscle, grinning at how it bulged. She was well on her way!

She strode back to the bedroom, intending to cross straight through to the kitchen. There was no point lingering - she couldn’t get dressed without permission from Samantha, who wouldn’t be home for another half an hour. Victoria wanted to prepare a nice meal for her in the meantime.

But as she glanced in the direction of her bedside table, she hesitated, frowning. There was something stopping her, stalling her in her tracks... What was it? She had this feeling that she needed something from in here, but what?

As she stood there for a minute, struggling to figure out what she was waiting for, a thought crossed her mind. A thought she didn’t remember ever having before...

I’m happiest when I’m full.

What did that mean? Happiest when I’m... full? What, did that mean she’d be happier if she got some food in her? Because honestly, fair... No, that wasn’t it - somehow she knew it meant something else.

I’m happiest when I’m full. Full how? With what?

A moment later, as her gaze continued to linger on her bedside table, it finally clicked. She smiled broadly. Of course!

Approaching the table, she opened a drawer and pulled out a thick purple dildo - one of her favourites - and a long cotton rope. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs wide and slid the toy inside her pussy, gasping with ecstasy as she did so.

I’m happiest when I’m full. Her nimble fingers expertly tied the rope around the end of the dildo that protruded from inside her. She wrapped the cord once around her waist and brought it round to her front, quickly but skilfully tying it into a basic lattice that would hold the sex toy in place. She tied the rope up behind her with a simple slipknot, and then gave the woven harness an experimental tug with her thumb. There was a little slack, but it was definitely tight enough that neither the rope nor the dildo would slide out of position - but not so tight that it would be uncomfortable to stand or sit. She stood up to make sure of this, and then sat back down again, repeating this a couple of times, moaning softly as the toy inched back and forth inside her each time.

“I’m happiest when I’m full,” Vicky murmured aloud, a droplet of drool escaping her lips and dropping down onto her thigh. She no longer noticed the strangeness of those words. She no longer remembered that she’d only started thinking them a minute ago. They just felt right in her brain, and coming out of her mouth. Just as right as the toy filling her cunt, held in place with the soft, smooth rope, keeping her nicely fucked, making her feel so horny and foggy.

Standing up once more, whimpering as the dildo slid within her, Vicky trotted off to the kitchen to get dinner ready for her Mistress, so she would soon be full and happy too!