The photo beside me is all I have to remind myself, and others, who I am inside this ridiculous body with its strange curves, jiggles, and delirious needs. Picked up by traffickers and rescued just a few weeks too late, my scholarship is gone... along with my ability to read, write, and count higher than "lots", my hopes and dreams replaced by pornographic loops when I close my heavy-lashed eyes, my entire world turned upside down by what I've become!

Solicitous rules and slutty behaviors are written in my bones, libidinous expressions in my eyes, and everything except words in my mouth... Words which take flight as lusty moans from my drooling cocksucker lips, feet which can't walk without high-heels, hands which... don't exist since I tried to fight back.

Do you recognize me inside?

Even with these ahegao eyes, I recognize you, **\[pOteNtial cLiEnT 32b\]**, my childhood best friend who just happened to be assigned as my rehabilitation specialist all these years later! But was I always so into you or is it just because I suddenly want to spread my legs for everyone I meet?

Help me learn to communicate, to control myself, to see past the needy compulsions, to separate love from lust...

Or take advantage of me, sabotage my recovery, make me yours when we both realize undoing this would just make me a disfigured, disabled drain on my family.

Looking for someone who can steer and own the scenes, put me in predicaments, embarrass and challenge me instead of just fuck and suck. How will my parents react when I'm delivered at their door, "rescued" and "saved"? What about my younger brother? What happens when I can't turn a doorknob? When I try to go back to school? What about trying to find clothes that fit my new curves?

It's going to be a challenge, but I'm made to be handled. My name is **\[J.O.I.\]**, nice to meet you!!! ❤️

[F4M] Do you even recognize me?!? (Extreme Bimbo TF)