Mesbear

silly scenario of putting hypno visor on macro guy and make them stomp on your command

A blank bear puppet.

Two moods

Guilty pleasures after work

Hello, grunts.

It’s been a while, but a new file has been uploaded for your use.

Simple. Serve. Enforce.

The Enforcer File 1.0 is available. Your training awaits.

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Such good dumb bear grunts. Nothing else between your ears but my words and my voice.

Just wanting to salute for me. Tell the world how much you must obey. ;)

Yeah, and I know that’s why Brad likes it too ;)

Not to mention all the grunts. Showing off their empty brains. All for Boss.

in fairness I think the people who wants their heads emptied out are also the ones with heads stuffed way too full lol

either way it’s good to be excited and passionate about things

Which Pokemon though~?

@biffpup.bsky.social enjoys turning eager pups into obedient drones.

Revenge!

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Thank you for reading!

“Joining job requires a brain donation. Thinking is unnecessary for the work being provided. All necessary thoughts will be provided by higher ups. If this is acceptable to you, sign below.

You agree to all terms and conditions required to perform in this role.
Signed: Blake.”

Meanwhile, Blake remained at attention waiting for new thoughts to enter his currently restricted brain. He had no idea when he would move again, but he had no mind to consider such concerns. After all, on the table behind him was a form reading:

The bear smirked as he hit yes. Boss loved receiving confirmation of a new grunt to start his day. He would have to check on this Blake later once he arrived in the collection.

Brain status: Agreed to donate via paperwork. Preliminary scans show little activity or knowledge.
Proceed with enforcer role programming?”

Next to it read:
“New grunt acquired. Name: Blake. Role: Assigned as part of enforcer recruitment plan. Current recruiter and builder assigned to new grunt on route to pick up new grunt. Will report back with more information afterward.

In an unknown location, a black bear looked on as a new marker appeared on one of his many monitors sitting around his throne. A silhouette of the head of a bearded bear appeared with an image of a brain inside.

Blake had no idea what was happening, but he also lacked the ability to perceive something as happening to begin with. He stood there and waited. Deeply at attention. His mind completely subjugated.

Or rather, how he would have had he been able to think. Instead, he felt the thought “Salute” enter his head and immediately obeyed. Drool trickled down his open chest as he stood there.

Suddenly, Blake heard a voice. It wasn’t in his ears, though. Had he tried to place where the voice was coming from, he wouldn’t have been able to even start. In fact, heard might not be the correct way to describe it. It was more like he had thought it. That’s how Blake rationalized it.

They suddenly completely vanished. His mind was completely empty. A single word appeared on his red visor now: “DOMED.” Blake stood in complete silence. Blank. Empty. Nothing left in his brain as his cock dripped cum.

As he came in complete ecstasy, a red light appeared in the antenna atop his head as a wire extended down below the antenna and went directly into Blake’s brain. If Blake’s thoughts were described on a heart monitor, it would have looked like they flatlined.

The tip was a dark, dull gray. Blake paid it no mind, however, as he was too busy serving and stroking his simple mind. The strokes became faster as he almost reached climax. “Simple. Serve. EnFORCE.” Blake yelled out as cum began to leak out of his newest suit.

And as he kept failing to form an original thought, his cock almost reached a climax. The helmet recognized this, and it began to prepare accordingly. The gray nub on the top of the helmet extended out into an antenna.

“SIMPLE.”
“Simple…” Stroke. “SERVE.” “Serve…” Stroke. “ENFORCE.” “Enforce…” Stroke. Blake said and stroked with a face full of the deepest pleasure. Any anxiety could never have formed in such a tenderized, pleasure filled brain. He was stroking. He was simple. He was serving. He would enforce.

But neither his hands nor his cock were in charge of anything. They were simply an extension of the biggest puppet of all. Blake’s tiny pink brain sitting in his dome. His mouth turned into a dull smile as the words kept flashing across his eyes.

At first, it was slotted between the other words, but with each flash of the mantra, the time between became shorter and shorter. But Blake barely noticed. He had instinctively began stroking his cock. His massive hands matching his equally massive snake of a cock.

Each word increasing the size further until it could no longer extend. Each word causing a new throb. A few words started to repeat more often than the others, however. “SIMPLE. SERVE. ENFORCE.” Over and over again. “SIMPLE. SERVE. ENFORCE.”