Tina looked hot.

Like…really hot.

Hot like the popular girls at school. The ones who made fun of her for caring more about books than hot guys. But now it kind of made sense. Hot guys were…hot.

But not as hot as Dr. Cooper.

Tina ran her hands over her big boobs. They looked so good in her new push-up bra.

She’d always hidden them under baggy hoodies and bulky jackets. Always treated like a slut just because of the shape of her body.

But she didn’t care anymore.

Now she loved her body. She felt better than ever. Her big tits made her special…and hot.

Like…really hot.

Dr. Cooper loved big tits.

Ever since she started therapy, her worries had dissapeared. He made all the problems of being an eighteen-year-old girl just go away. Everything seemed so simple now.

Therapy was amazing.

She used to feel scared and confused around him. Now she left his office feeling happy.

And super horny.

That’s how you knew it was working.

She used to worry and overthink things. Now she barely thought at all.

She didn’t argue anymore. She just listened. It felt so good to listen

Dr. Cooper always knew best.

Then she heard a noise. Something she’d heard every single day these past few weeks. Her mom having sex again.

Loud, desperate moans and screams of pleasure. Dr. Cooper was pounding her good, like the slut she was.

But this time it felt different. Instead of being ashamed and disgusted, she felt something new.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes!” Anna cried out.

Tina shivered. Her mind was spinning.

Was this…turning her on?

It felt so wrong. She should’ve been angry, disgusted, and horrified, but instead she felt…proud.

Was she proud of her mom? Proud that she was being such a good slut for Dr. Cooper? That was what sluts were supposed to do. Especially big-titted sluts like her.

Or was she jealous…

Why did her mom get to feel that good? Why did her mom get to be so happy? Why did her mom get to be with him?

Because she belonged to him now.

Dr. Cooper had taken her, molded her, turned her from her stern, serious mom into his perfect little slut…and he did such a great job.

Did she secretly want to be up there too, moaning his name, surrendering to his therapy? She shouldn’t want that. But the thought was warm and sticky. It felt good just thinking about it.

A fresh wave of arousal spread through her body, making her toes curl. She looked up and saw herself in the mirror.

Her mind was spinning, slipping, sinking.

Suddenly, she wasn’t in her bed anymore. She was upstairs in her mom’s room.

Watching. Waiting. Wishing. She could see it all so clearly now. The warm, pink lamp. The messy sheets. And that big spiral painting hanging up on her wall.

And the two of them fucking.

Her mom was on her knees, her big tits spilling out of her tiny, pink lingerie. Her plump glossy lips wrapped around Dr. Cooper’s perfect cock. Her head bobbing, sucking, worshiping.

And the sounds, god, the wet desperate sounds: slurping, gagging, and moaning.

Her mom’s eyes were so empty now. Her smile… so dumb, so slutty.

So perfect.

“Sluts love to serve Dr. Cooper!”

Her mom’s voice was high-pitched and eager. She looked so happy.

Tina should’ve looked away…but she couldn’t. Something strange was happening. A pull, a warmth, like the walls between watching and feeling were starting to crumble.

Then she felt it.

The heat of his strong hands on the back of her head. The weight of his big cock on her tongue. The delicious taste. Her big boobs bouncing up and down. It wasn’t her mom getting fucked by Dr. Cooper anymore.

It was her.

Tina gasped. She was on the bed now. She could feel it. Her wet mouth bobbing up and down his big cock, moaning, and begging.

Oh, fuck…

You’re just like her now.

“Just like Mom… just another big-titted slut.”

Her lips were plump and glossy. Her ultra tight crop top stretched tight over her heavy tits. They were so hot. So sensitive. So… big.

Such a big slut…

She cupped them, amazed at how much they jiggled. How slutty they looked.

They were perfect.

Perfectly slutty.

Big tits are meant to be seen. A good girl loves to show them off.

Another wave of pleasure. So strong she could barely even think.

Dr. Cooper loves big-titted sluts.

She pushed her tits together, making them look even bigger. She loved how huge they looked. She loved showing them off. That’s what big-titted sluts were for. To make men hard.

To make Dr. Cooper hard.

Dr. Cooper has a really big cock.

She wasn’t sure where the thought had come from, but she knew it was true. Everyone knew Dr. Cooper had a big cock. Just like everyone knew her mom was a big-titted slut. And soon, everyone would know she was too.

A heavy fog rolled through her mind, wrapping around her thoughts, turning them into something new.

Dr. Cooper would love seeing her like this. She needed him to see her like this.

She tried repeating her mom’s words, just to see how it would feel.

“I’m a slut, Dr. Cooper….”

Tina moaned with pleasure. The words came so naturally, because of course she was. She always had been. She just hadn’t realized until now.

For a moment, Tina tried to fight against it and remember who she was. But it was no use. Every time she tried, she became even more intoxicated with arousal. So dumb and horny.

Made her sink. Made her feel so fucking good. Made her forget.

Her hands slid up her body and squeezed her big tits. They were so big. So sensitive.

So…hot. Like really hot.

Big tits were everything.

She loved them. She loved showing them off.

Big boobs are meant to be seen.

She loved when Dr. Cooper touched them. She loved his strong hands on her big dumb tits.

Sluts love to show off.

Tina moaned. She arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. She was so fucking horny.

Good girls don’t think. Good girls just feel.

The words felt so true. So deep, like they’d always been there.

Thinking is so hard. Dr. Cooper does all the thinking for me.

Another rush of pleasure. Her mind sinking further. Drifting away. Gone.

The words melting into her brain and becoming her new reality.

Dr. Cooper knows best.

Her hands slid between her thighs. Oh…

Oh, fuck. That feels so fucking good.

Reminding herself that Dr. Cooper knows best made her feel so good. It’s why she liked to always remember.

She was so wet. Dripping, needy, and desperate. Like a good slut should.

Good girls obey Dr. Cooper. Good girls make Dr. Cooper proud.

Yes, Dr. Cooper. Yes, Dr. Cooper.
Oh, god, yes, Dr. Cooper!

She could see it now, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust in and out of her.

Yes!!!

Her hips rocked back and forth, desperate for more.

“I love being your slut, Dr. Cooper.”

Her voice sounded different. Higher. Dumber. Perfect.

Good girls don’t think.

A burst of pleasure.

Thinking is boring. Thinking is stupid.

Oh, fuck, that feels good.

Why had she ever fought this? Why had she ever tried to be smart? Smart girls were miserable.

But sluts? Sluts were happy. Sluts didn’t think

Sluts got fucked.

She was dripping wet. Good girls were horny sluts. And horny sluts got fucked.

Fucked by Dr. Cooper. By his big doctor cock. His special sex therapy.

Because Dr. Cooper always knew best.

Her mind flooded with dumb arousal.

I don’t need to think. I just need to obey.

Tina whimpered, fingers moving faster, every stroke sending another wave of pure stupid through her dumb, horny brain.

It felt so good. Too good. Too much. She was slipping under, deeper and deeper. Her mind was breaking from all the pleasure.

And it felt…So. Fucking. Good.

Her orgasm hit like an explosion of slutwaves crashing through her body.

She moaned loudly, toes curling, fingers tightening, hips jerking, and then silence.

Euphoria.

Tina lay in bed, panting. Her mind completely empty.

She’d never felt so relaxed. So horny. So completely gone.

God, she loved feeling like this. Feeling stupid. Feeling slutty. Feeling like his.

Tina stretched, sighing happily.

She swayed on her feet, vision blurring.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice whispered: Emily wouldn’t want this.

The thought stopped her cold.

Emily… Her sister?

You’re smarter than this, T.

Emily always told her to think for herself.

To not let anyone ever tell her what to do, especially Dr. Cooper. To not let him control her.

For a moment, she felt strange. It almost felt like fear, like maybe she really was in too deep.

Like maybe Emily had been right all along…

Wasn’t she supposed to be trying to stop Dr. Cooper?

But why? Stop him from doing what? Helping people feel good? Why was Emily so against people feeling good? It didn’t make any sense, but she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that something was wrong…

She needed to think about that…a little more…but thinking was so hard now…

Why can’t she remember…

… remember why Emily…

Dr. Cooper’s voice echoed in her mind. “Emily doesn’t want you to be happy. But I do. I’ll take good care of you.”

“…Yes, Dr. Cooper,” Tina moaned, “…thank you, sir…”

The warmth returned, drowning out all the worry. Her body was hot and her mind was slow.

What was she thinking about again? Oh well. It didn’t matter anymore. None of it mattered. Dr. Cooper will take care of her now.

Dr. Cooper will take care of everything.

He was going to be so proud of what a good girl she’d become.

Good girls love making Dr. Cooper proud.

Tina loved having Dr. Cooper there to guide her.

To guide his big cock between her tits…

Good girls love making Dr. Cooper hard.

She needed to thank him.

She adjusted her top so that her tits looked perfect.

Big boobs were meant to be seen.

And isn’t that what a good girl does?

Make Dr. Cooper happy?

Tina whimpered from the heat that pooled between her legs, overwhelming her ability to think. She’d been so horny lately, but that was normal, wasn’t it? Sluts were always horny, and being horny felt good.

Good girls were good sluts.

And good sluts always made men happy.

Especially Dr. Cooper.

Yeah… this is who I was always meant to be. A good girl. A good slut.

His good slut.

Tina spun around and admired the way her skirt flared up around her thighs, showing off her big butt.

She wondered if Dr. Cooper would like to see her in something even shorter. She should go ask him right away.

Good girls always ask permission.

Her body tingled with excitement at the thought of it.

She closed her eyes and whispered, barely aware of her own words.

“…Please can I cum, sir…”

She needed to go see Dr. Cooper and show him her new look right away. She needed to thank him for everything he’d done for her.

She needed to suck his big cock.

Then he’d finally be proud of her.

…Where did that come from?

But it was true…wasn’t it?

Good girls made Dr. Cooper proud.

Good girls made Dr. Cooper cum.

Tina adjusted her skirt, pushed her tits up, and stepped into the hallway.

Time to be a good girl.