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Ben sat in the dark, the only illumination in his room was the blue glow coming from his computer screen. The screen was filled with the Instagram feed of a cute girl-next-door blond by the name of Sarah, a former college classmate of his and the object of at least 50% of Ben's masturbatory fantasies. His favorite, the album titled 'Summerrr ~<3", provided the best jerk-off material, the bikini she wore poolside showed off all of Sarah's best features, her smooth silky legs, tight, curvy midriff, and of course, her big perky Sweett-16-boob-job breasts. 

Ben stared, unblinking, hand on his twitching erection, studying every curve of Sarah's body on his screen. As he stroked, the fantasy that filled his head wasn't a typical sort of fantasy that a guy would have while jerking it. Ben had the unconventional and unfortunate fetish for sexual humiliation. Instead of the usual scenario a guy might imagine, say, plowing Sarah's brains out while she screamed his name, he instead envisioned her and her sorority sisters from back in their college days pointing and laughing hysterically at the unimpressive size of his genitalia. 

God, he would have done anything to have a real-life memory of that experience to have as fuel for his jerkoff habit. Just one solitary memorable experience would satisfy him for the rest of his days. But unfortunately for him, this was all but impossible for him to pull off. Even if he could engineer a social situation in which it would be possible, he hadn't seen Sarah, or any of her sorority sisters for that matter, since he'd graduated years ago. If only he could do it all again… But even then, there was no guarantee it would go according to plan.

As he scrolled through the semi-lewd gallery, it was almost like the advertising algorithm had read his mind; on the side of the webpage was an ad reading "Cognito-Architects- We Make Your Fantasies Come True." 

'What is this...?' Ben thought to himself, skeptically. Even with his mind occupied by whacking off to Sarah, the ad was compelling enough to earn a click.

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Ben cautiously stepped inside the claustrophobic downtown office. This was the place, apparently. All that greeted him was a plain white room with a single unoccupied desk. He stood for several moments, unsure how to proceed. Just as he was about to get cold feet, a bespectacled woman with short black hair emerged from the back office. 

"Sorry, how can I help you?" She pushed up her glasses as she sat down, smiling a customer service smile. Ben noticed her nametag read "Stephanie."

"Uhhh..." Ben stalled. He didn't think through the fact he'd actually have to elaborate his fantasy to another person. Fortunately for him, the clerk had been doing this for years and could read him like a book.

"Sex fantasy, huh?" Stephanie looked down at the computer terminal on the desk, her expression not conveying any judgment, just a resignation about what she deals with day in and day out. "Pull up a seat and tell me the details."

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Stephanie held a blinding bright light in Ben's face. It began to flash rapidly and in a matter of seconds, he felt the life being drained out of him, his body going limp and everything going black.

Ben snapped awake. The first thing he felt was the cold on his skin; quickly realizing he was tied naked to a chair, outside in the quad of his old campus. As his vision came into focus, before him were the sorority sisters of Sigma Phi Heta looming over him, grinning ear to ear. Sarah, the alpha bitch, was the first, Her immense fake tits jiggled enticingly as her shrill giggles pierced the air, signaling her sisters to join in, cackling uncontrollably. Samantha the class slut doubled over so hard that she was on the floor, Rachel the sexually-liberated feminist lifted her glasses to wipe the tears of laughter from her eyes, Vicky, the shy repressed nerd, giggled girlishly into her palm and waived her pinky finger in the air. Naturally, Ben tried to groan with humiliation and arousal but failed, owing to the ball gag in his mouth he only just noticed. His erection twitched in the cool night breeze, threatening to blow at a moment's notice.

"Let's see how little it takes to set shrimpy here over the edge..." Sarah said to her sisters with the most evil grin, earning a hoot of approval.  She turned back around to face Ben, her sadistic smile going nowhere. She pulled her crop top off over her head, causing her immense silicon jugs to flop out. The tits that Ben had dreamed of for years were absolute perfection, he stared hard as euphoria overtook him. Another round of cackling laughter snapped him out of it; he'd just realized the sight of the most perfect breasts he'd ever seen had set him over the edge, with a few weak ropes of cum dribbling down his tiny twitching erection. 

"Fucking loser." Sarah quipped coldly. She snapped her fingers and she and her cohort of bitches turned to leave, having had their fill of sexual humiliation for the night.

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In a flash, Ben's eyes snapped open and he was back in the dingy office he'd been in a moment ago. 

"Was it good?" Stephanie asked with feigned interest, pushing up her glasses. Ben simply nodded still coming down from the high of the experience. 

"Good, good..." She crossed the room, and lazily tossed a towel at Ben's face.

"What's this for?" Ben picked it up, confused.

"Trust me, you need it." Stephanie snort-laughed. Ben looked down to see that his simulated orgasm wasn't quite as simulated as he thought; there was a dark stain on the front of his pants.