Tina woke up smiling. She felt incredible. Warmth buzzed through her body, like she was wrapped in sunlight.

Something inside her felt…different.

She gasped, squeezing her thighs together. A spark of pleasure shot through her, catching her off guard. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Her eyes widened as she stared at the mirror.

“Ohmygod,” she whispered, running her hands down her sides. Had she always looked so…hot? She twisted her hips, admiring her body. It felt amazing.

She couldn’t help but feel like she was forgetting something important. Something about…her sister? She tried to hold onto the thought, but it slipped away.

Tina blinked, confused. “Wait…what was I just thinking?”

She tried again, concentrating as hard as she could—but the more she focused, the foggier her mind became, until her thoughts were all twisted together.

Tina giggled. “Oh well, who cares.”

A warmth spread through her chest, a delicious pulse of pleasure melting away her confusion, replacing it with a happy calm. The feeling made her toes curl. “Ooooh…”

The thought she’d been chasing had vanished, leaving her mind pleasantly numb.

It’s okay, whispered a voice in her head, you don’t need to think so hard. Just let go…

Another wave of warmth fluttered through her mind. It was strange—anytime she tried to focus on something, the thought just…vanished. And every time she shrugged off that nagging sense that something was wrong, her mind was flooded with another wave of giddy pleasure, making her feel like she’d done something right.

She took a step toward her closet, suddenly filled with excitement about what to wear.

Something cute. Something fun. Something sexy.

Tina changed into a tank top and short shorts. Her mind was intoxicated with pleasure.

“Wow…I look so good!”

She placed her hands on her hips and struck a flirty pose. Seeing herself like this felt so…right.

Dr. Cooper will be so proud of me, she suddenly thought, biting her lip. Just thinking about him sent waves of pleasure through her. She wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t care.

It felt good.

She leaned closer to the mirror, examining her reflection. Everything was so…perfect. Her hands explored her body: gliding up her thighs, up her waist, and brushed against her breasts. She cupped them gently through her shirt and let out a soft moan. They were so sensitive.

I should really…should really…

But the thought faded before it could finish. The pleasure was already waiting, ready to reward her every time she stopped resisting, giving in a little more each time.

Why fight it? It feels so good…

Out of nowhere, a new idea slipped into her thoughts. Making people happy with my body… that feels good too…

The thought sent another wave of arousal straight through her. The needy ache between her legs pulsed, demanding her attention, making her squirm. She clutched the edge of her desk for balance, her vision blurring. It was like her brain was stuck in some strange loop—every thought twisted back towards pleasure, every attempt to focus turning into arousal.

The worst part was how right, it all felt. Like this was exactly what she was supposed to be—what she was becoming. She pressed her thighs together again, biting her lip to stifle the moan.

What if this never stops? What if… this is who I am now…

The thought was terrifying—but also thrilling. And the thrill was enough to push her deeper into the spiral she couldn’t seem to escape.

What if this is who I am now…

…this is who I am now…

Tina stumbled into the kitchen, trying to focus on something—anything—other than the growing warmth between her thighs.

“Okay, um, breakfast. Gotta make breakfast,” she mumbled to herself, rubbing her head.

What do I want?

She stood there, staring blankly into the fridge. After what felt like forever, she gave up.

Whatever.

The second she let go of the thought, a warm shiver rolled through her body, teasing her. She shuddered.

Mmm…why does that feel sooo good?

Trying to think only made her head hurt—but every time she stopped, a wave of pleasure soothed the discomfort. The relief was intoxicating. And the more her mind slipped, the hotter she felt, and the hotter she felt, the harder it become to think clearly.

But the relief brought something else with it—something dangerous: a hunger. Her body ached for more. The heat between her thighs grew stronger, feeding on the emptiness in her mind.

Why fight it when it feels so good?

Tina’s hand drifted up, brushing against the curve of her chest. She grabbed the edge of her tank top and tugged it lower. A rush of satisfaction bubbled up as she admired her cleavage.

I bet people would love to see me like this…

The thought ignited another burst of arousal. Overwhelmed with pleasure, she arched her back and thrust her chest forward. She loved the way she looked.

Sexy. Hot. Perfect.

Pleasure crashed over her in waves, drowning out every stray thought until only one thing remained — raw, insatiable need.

Tina whimpered, desperately wanting more of the feeling. Her fingers slid down the waistband of her shorts, her chest tightened at the promise of relief. But as soon as she touched herself, the fog thickened.

The harder she tried to think, the worse it became. The worse it became, the more she craved the sweet release that came from letting go.

And with every passing second, surrender felt easier. Natural. Right.

A giggle bubbled up unexpectedly, high-pitched and breathy. She didn’t even care how silly she sounded. The resistance in her mind continued to dissolve, replaced with a dizzy pleasure.

“Who cares?” she whispered, giggling as her hands roamed over her body again.

Why had she been resisting in the first place? What was there to fight? Her thoughts spiraled in endless loops, never quite landing on anything before slipping away again and again. But she didn’t care.

Not caring felt incredible.

***

Tina stepped outside, the sun’s warmth caressing her bare shoulders and legs. The restless energy inside her pulsed, ready to erupt.

As Tina wandered down the driveway, she noticed Mr. Callahan across the street, doing yardwork. She’d always thought of him as just a neighbor—a kind man with a friendly wife that Tina enjoyed talking to.

But now her body filled with arousal as she watched him. The way his shirt clung to his sweaty back, the way his muscles flexed with each step—she’d never thought of him like this before. She bit her lip. It was wrong to think like this, but the wrongness made it even hotter.

Tina crossed the street, hips swaying with each step. Her heart pounded with anticipation. As she approached, Mr. Callahan looked up.

“Tina?” he asked, blinking in disbelief. His gaze lingered for a moment too long on her long, bare legs and the curve of her chest, straining against the fabric of her thin tank top.

Tina smiled, a slow, teasing grin. The way he stared made her feel so tingly all over and she liked it. No, she loved it.

Tina stepped closer. The way his gaze lingered on her chest made her lightheaded with excitement.

“Hi, Mr. Callahan,” she purred, her voice dripping with playful innocence. She gave her shirt a little tug, jiggling her breasts. “It’s, like, sooo hot today, isn’t it?”

Mr. Callahan nervously looked around. “Yeah, I suppose it is…”

Tina leaned in a little closer, just enough for her chest to press against him. “You know, you’ve always been so nice to me and my sister. I really appreciate it, Mr. Callahan. I’m sure I could find a way to show you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done.”

The conflict in his eyes was obvious, and that hint of temptation gave Tina a rush of satisfaction so intense it made her knees weak.

“I just wanna make you happy,” she whispered.

It was her job to make men happy.

Before he could respond, Tina spun around, her hips swaying in an exaggerated rhythm as she strutted back across the street. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her the entire way back.

She didn’t know why it felt so good—it just did. And the more she gave in to that feeling, the less everything else seemed to matter.

Tina went back inside, her body tingling with arousal. Flirting with Mr. Callahan had been so much fun — his stammer, his wandering eyes, that look of guilt on his face. It felt so good to be admired. But now that the moment was over, the buzz began to fade, leaving her wanting more.

An intrusive thought entered her mind: Next time I’ll do more than just flirt. She squinted her eyes, unsure where it came from. Why did she just think that?

“No…I was just having a little fun...I wasn’t actually gonna…gonna…seduce Mr. Callahan.”

She stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, staring at her reflection. Her skin glistened, her shorts hugged her thighs, and her tank top stretched tightly over her large breasts. She hadn’t always liked them. They’d been a source of insecurity, making her feel awkward and self-conscious.

But now, they felt…different.

“My boobs, they’re so…big.”

She reached up, cupping them in both hands, feeling their weight. For the first time in her life, Tina felt grateful—really grateful—that she had big boobs. Just like her mom.

A thought drifted through her mind. Big boobs should be used to make people happy.

The idea felt so right. Of course. That’s what they were for…

Why else would she have them? She watched as they bounced up and down, mesmerized by the way they jiggled.

Big boobs are meant to be seen.

She took her shirt off and stared at her reflection. The idea of boys—or anyone—seeing her like this, was exciting.

Tina reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, freeing her heavy breasts. Her fingers circled around her nipples

Her mind began to fill with daydreams, drifting from one scene to the next—boys staring, giving her that same delicious attention Mr. Callahan had. The idea of using her body, her big boobs, to turn men on felt so natural.

It’s, like, the best thing ever. Using my body to turn men on.

To make them hard. That was her job.

Tina blinked slowly after another wave of arousal. What was I just thinking about?

Thinking was so hard lately, but the warm tingling in her chest told her everything was fine. She let her mind drift away, feeling the fog getting thicker.

Tina tilted her head, watching her boobs bounce up and down.

I’ve got such great tits. Why did I always try to hide them?

Tina continued staring at herself in the mirror. She’d been so distracted watching her boobs bounce up and down, that she only just now noticed that the reflection staring back at her looked exactly like the dream version of herself, the one she had seen in her fantasies during those sessions with Dr. Cooper. The version of herself that giggled and wore skimpy outfits. The one that looked just like her mom.

The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. This was who she was always supposed to be. Not the old Tina, the one who worried about stupid things and tried to fit into the expectations other placed on her. No, this version—the one staring back at her—this was the real Tina.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “This is who I was always meant to be.”

Her heart fluttered with excitement. Everything made sense now—why her thoughts were so hard to hold on to, why it felt so good to just let go. Thinking wasn’t important for a hottie like her. Feeling good and pleasing others—that’s what she was meant for. There was no more hesitation, no more doubt. Only pleasure.

Why had it taken her so long to realize? She’d been focusing on all the wrong things. Hiding her body—her big boobs. Caring more about school than looking good. She couldn’t believe how naïve she’d been.

Tina felt guilty. She’d spent the past several weeks believing that her mom’s changes were a bad thing when she should’ve been happy for her.

Even though it was clear how happy her mom had become, she’d thought something was off about her behavior. Now, she couldn’t even remember why. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel lost. She felt complete.

She felt free.

Tina jumped onto her bed. The thrill from earlier still tingled throughout her body, but now, as she realized her true purpose, an even deeper wave of arousal began to wash over her. She could feel the heat pooling in her core, an intoxicating feeling.

She let her hands wander over her body, sending shivers down her spine. Every touch was electric, and she couldn’t help but giggle in amazement at how good it felt.

She squeezed her sensitive breasts and shuddered.

This is what I’m made for.

Tina closed her eyes, letting her imagination take over. She imagined sliding her hand down Mr. Callahan’s pants, squeezing his erection, feeling the warmth between her fingers. She’d never given a blowjob before, but now, the idea of filling her mouth with his cock felt so right.

Tina moaned as her fingers plunged into her needy pussy. The world outside faded away, leaving just her and the overwhelming heat inside her.

“Mmm, yes, I’m a good girl,” she moaned, the words slipping out without any thought. “Good girls listen. Good girls do what they’re told. Good girls are dumb girls. Dumb girls are good sluts. Good sluts love cock.”

Her body responded eagerly, and soon, her mind was flooded with only pleasure. Her fingers rubbed against her clit.

“Good girls let go,” she encouraged herself. “Good girls let go.”

In this moment, the only thing that mattered was embracing who she was becoming, as she repeated the mantra over and over again.

“I’m a good girl. Good girls listen. Good girls do what they’re told. Good girls are dumb girls. Dumb girls are good sluts. Good sluts love cock. I’m a good girl.”

Her climax hit her hard, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She cried out as her muscles clenched around her fingers. Her vision blurred.

Tina stared up at the ceiling, her mind hazy, eyes glazed. Her body was still humming from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She bit her lip and smiled.

“I’m such a good girl.”