You don’t get to keep your cock. You don’t get to keep your thoughts. This reprogramming loop strips you bare until there’s nothing left but bouncing tits, a dripping cunt, and the words: “I’m a dumb, big-titted breeding stock bimbo.” Every whisper leaks your brain away, every stroke melts you into breeding meat. By the end, you won’t even remember who you were—you’ll only remember what you are.