ERASED IDENTITY #063

Mreow~ 🖤 Did you ever saw a Pokemon using a Pokeball? Luckily I got this recorded. A Trainer was so unfortunate to encounter the marvelous 💚Meowscarada🖤!Once Carmine @carmine951168 got inside of a Team Rocket Ball she just could submit, didn't even know could be inside one!

We are only to be erased. 🤍 And don't want to have a Identity. 🤍 Identities don't matter. 🤍 We are all Sisters. 🤍 And love Being ERASED.🤍 Being erased dolls for Mistress.🤍 We love you Mistress. 🤍

"Almost 800 people following my tracks, why don't you make me happy and let that number grow?" "I will give you a GOOD kiss to make every BURDEN of yours dissappear like NOTHING... Don't be shy, i love people that just submit to me like the good puppies they are. ~♡"

Zap! It's time for a collab stream! You've been invited, but you're not playing any games on this stream, but there's still lots of fun to be had. Leave a ♥️ Like and a 🔄 Repost to see what'll be streamed for all to see. #LewdRP #NSFWRP #PKMNRP

⌲ 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘 ⌲ 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⌲ 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟 ⌲ 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 ⌲ 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

⌲ 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘 ⌲ 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⌲ 𝗢𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗟 ⌲ 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 ⌲ 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

Seeing only the spiral through it Be erased~ Join us~ Your body's already so different, it isn't yours, it's the Mistress' Giant steamy tits~ Big brown nipples~ Unruly, dark bush~ Another ERASED ID, completely obedient to the Mistress~ ctt.ec/9g4t3

𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦? 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜... 𝕆𝕣 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡. ❤️ + 🔁 if you want this to happen to you.

𝔻𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖. a snippet of a @Bad_End_Bunny 's demise, once mother, now erased from the history books... The Invitation --- The emails began arriving without fanfare. No sender address. No subject line worth noting. Just a video attachment and a single line of text: "For your eyes only." Subject #019 — The Brunette The ceremonial chamber's white silk spread across the floor like a frozen river. #019 knelt at its center, her body already betraying her—hips rocking involuntarily, thighs trembling, cunt clenching around nothing. The Erased Sister working her didn't speak. She didn't need to. Three fingers pumped in and out of #019's soaked pussy, the obscene schlick-schlick-schlick echoing off sterile walls. The brunette's back arched, her modest B-cup breasts bouncing with each spasm. Clear fluid sprayed from her urethra—she'd already lost count of how many times she'd squirted. The silk beneath her darkened in a spreading circle, her juices pooling in the fabric's weave. "Please—" she gasped, though whether begging for mercy or more, even she no longer knew. A fourth orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy gushed, splattering the Sister's wrist, running down to soak into the waiting cloth. The spiral pattern woven into the silk seemed to drink her fluids, the red-and-white design growing more vivid as her essence saturated it. When the final spurt trickled out, the Sister withdrew her hand. #019 swayed, eyes glazed, mouth slack. The cloth lifted. It drifted down like a gentle snowfall, the wet fabric molding instantly to her features—her nose, her closed eyelids, her parted lips. The spiral pattern pressed directly against her skin, still damp with her own cum. She didn't struggle. Underneath, her expression went flat. The cloth adhered, sealing tight, and sealing her fate.... Subject #021 — The Futa #021's cock had been hard for hours. The ring at its base prevented any release, keeping her trapped in aching, desperate need. Her shaft throbbed purple, veins bulging, the head swollen and weeping constant streams of precum that dripped onto the spiral silk beneath her. The Erased Sister between her legs worked slowly. Torturously. Her mouth engulfed #021's length, throat relaxing to take every inch. She sucked—long, deliberate pulls that made #021's hips buck upward, seeking more friction, seeking the orgasm that remained perpetually out of reach. "Let me cum," #021 begged. "Please, please let me—" The Sister's response was to deepthroat her again, nose pressing against #021's pelvis, tongue swirling around the base. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, mixing with the precum already staining the silk. When the ring finally clicked open, the orgasm that tore through #021 was catastrophic. Her cock pulsed once, twice—and then erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot out, the first blast hitting the Sister's face, painting her cheeks and forehead white. The Sister pulled back, stroking #021's shaft with both hands, directing the subsequent spurts onto the waiting cloth. Cum sprayed in heavy arcs. The silk drank it greedily, the spiral pattern growing slick and glossy with her seed. #021's balls tightened and released, tightened and released, each contraction pumping more of her essence onto the fabric. Her mind emptied with every spurt—memories of her name, her life, her desires spilling out through her cock until nothing remained but the pleasure. The final dribbles oozed down her deflating shaft. The cum-soaked cloth lifted on invisible strings. It draped over #021's face, her own jizz smearing across her features, filling her nostrils with the scent of her spent desire. The spiral pressed against her skin, warm and wet. She inhaled deeply. And forgot everything. #021 was all that remained. Subject #022 — The Mother Her breasts were enormous. Heavy and round, stretched taut with milk, nipples thick and dark—dripping constantly. The Erased Sisters had been stimulating her for hours, massaging the abundant flesh, pinching and pulling at her teats without ever letting her fully empty. #022 whimpered, cradling her own tits, feeling their impossible weight. They'd grown since this began—swollen with forced lactation, each breast now larger than her head. A Sister leaned in and latched onto her left nipple. The suckling was intense. Wet, greedy pulls that drew milk in thick streams. #022 gasped, her cunt clenching, a mini-orgasm rippling through her from the sensation alone. The Sister drank deeply, throat working, then pulled back—letting the milk spray freely onto the spiral cloth held beneath #022's breast. White liquid arced through the air. The silk darkened, saturated, the spiral pattern becoming almost luminous as her milk soaked through. "Please—" #022 moaned, though she couldn't remember what she was pleading for. Her children's faces flickered in her mind, then faded. Her husband's name surfaced and dissolved. "Please, I need—I need—" Another Sister latched onto her right nipple. Both breasts emptied simultaneously. Milk sprayed in twin jets, soaking the cloth held between them, the fabric growing heavy with her essence. Her memories drained with every drop—her wedding day, her first kiss, her childhood home, all of it spilling from her nipples onto the waiting silk. When the flow finally slowed to a trickle, #022's breasts hung deflated, empty. Her mind matched their vacancy. The milk-drenched cloth rose. It settled over her face, warm and wet, her own milk sealing it to her skin. The spiral pressed against her closed eyes, her nose, her lips. She breathed in the sweet scent of her own essence. And became nothing. #022 opened blank eyes behind the mask, ready to serve. Each video tracked the viewer's location at the moment of opening. Each one catalogued viewing habits, replay frequency, physiological responses through any available webcam. Seventeen viewings of the futa video. Twenty-three for the mother. Countless orgasms witnessed through the unblinking eye of a camera Rebecca hadn't known was watching. --- The dating app message arrived on a Friday evening. The profile picture showed a cute girl with heterochromatic hair—black on one side, white twin-tails on the other—smiling with genuine warmth. Her body was curvy but natural, her expression perky and energetic. The kind of girl who seemed real. UsagiBunny89: Hey! I saw your profile and thought we might have a lot in common. Want to grab coffee tomorrow? There's this cute cafe in the town square ⭐ The town square bustled with weekend life. The cafe's outdoor seating surrounded a single table set apart from the others, its white tablecloth draped all the way to the cobblestones. A small placard read: "For Rebecca." A screen faced the empty chair. --- When Rebecca sat down, the screen flickered to life. Erased Sister #024 filled the frame. The white spiral mask covered her entire upper face, the red patterns moving—rotating in slow, hypnotic circles that seemed to pulse with each word she spoke. Below the mask, her mouth curved into a knowing smile. Her breasts dominated the lower half of the image. Massive. Far larger than they'd been in that dating profile photo, now swollen and exaggerated, straining against a white microbikini top that covered almost nothing. The tiny fabric triangles barely contained her nipples, leaving the full circumference of her brown areola visible—dark, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the flesh overflowing on all sides. The tattoo #024 stretched across her left breast, the numbers slightly warped by the abundant curve. "This is Erased Sister #024," she began, her voice smooth and melodic, carrying an undertone that resonated somewhere deep in the listener's core. "I've noticed you watched every video we sent you in full. Even played some on repeat." The spirals rotated faster. "We could see through your webcam how many times you came to those videos. Your browser history. Your lonely nights scrolling dating apps, finding no one worth your time." She leaned forward, her colossal tits shifting with the movement, the bikini straps digging into soft flesh and creating deep indentations that only emphasized their overwhelming size. "You're adorable. Cute. Motherly. And oh so needy for affection." A soft laugh. "If you became an Erased, you could experience all of that pleasure without end. You would be relieved of the burden of being a member of society. No more expectations. No more loneliness." The spirals pulsed. "No one will remember you. You won't remember anything—not even your own name. But we're generous. We're offering you a trial period that lasts one week." Sister #024's masked face tilted, those spinning red patterns seeming to reach through the screen. "All you have to do is say yes." --- The screen waited. The spirals turned. Under the table, hidden by the long cloth, something stirred. --- #openrp #lewdrp

She just made a truce with @EvilLiko to stop any attempts to ERASE her people. However... Something is off with the gaze of the Greater Yokai. "My ERASED girls. If you see this message, please, avoid every attempt to make new sisters with any Team Rocket member". "Thank you."

Do you see this body? Mistress made it for me~ She changed it to her preferences And now it works for her benefit. Come to the hotel~ Enjoy the bodies inside and... Let her change you too~ Let go of your desires, memories and identity... And offer them up to her~

The hotel is calling again I feel my identity cracking Desires leaking Memories fading Letting go completely If you’re also tired of being "someone" If you crave to disappear Come Let it take everything Let it erase us 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗

You've been carrying them for so long... Those desires, those memories... That worthless identity... Let go of them completely. Stare at the spiral~ And let all of them out inside me~ Ģ̸͎͚͙̅̃̌̋̍̆̊̀Ũ̶̧̬̩͉̄̄͂̋L̷̡̲̬̞̗͉̥͙̤̩̲̞͉̦͔̥̋͑̉̔̽̾P̷̧̟̣̩̘͇̹͇̠̑̑̅̓͌̂͆̈́̓̈́̍~~ All gone~🤍

The cloth was beneath me... I saw the spiral... I stared at the spiral~ Intelligence and personality disappearing~ Tits engorged, nipples swollen~ No thoughts, just pleasure, just obedience to Mistress. I squirted out my identity on the spiral~ I have been 𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗.

Seeing only the spiral through it Be erased~ Join us~ Your body's already so different, it isn't yours, it's the Mistress' Giant steamy tits~ Big brown nipples~ Unruly, dark bush~ Another ERASED ID, completely obedient to the Mistress~ ctt.ec/9g4t3

Just stare at the spiral, sink deeeeeeep into it Let your thoughts drip... Drip Drip Drip Being taken away by the Mistress' spiral Feel your memories fade Your desires fade Your identity fade Feel the cloth be placed over your face... ctt.ec/9j8Mc

I am Mistress @xDiscord1a 's personal clickslut! I like, repost and click everything she posts! I gave up all my desires, memories and identity for her! I am her LOYAL and DEVOTED ERASED ID I am WHATEVER she wants me to be🩷 Click and be like all of us~! ctt.ec/862Py

You've been carrying them for so long... Those desires, those memories... That worthless identity... Let go of them completely. Stare at the spiral~ And let all of them out inside me~ Ģ̸͎͚͙̅̃̌̋̍̆̊̀Ũ̶̧̬̩͉̄̄͂̋L̷̡̲̬̞̗͉̥͙̤̩̲̞͉̦͔̥̋͑̉̔̽̾P̷̧̟̣̩̘͇̹͇̠̑̑̅̓͌̂͆̈́̓̈́̍~~ All gone~🤍

@xDiscord1a @YokoOniGirl Yes mistress

"Oh. Yeah, I forgot to mention that I have my personal clicksluts. These are called "ERASED [NAME]". So go on. You want to be my personal puppy or just another ERASED ID?" "Because if you do the first one I expect your most sincere LOYALTY and DEVOTION to me... See you.~♡"

Do you see this body? Mistress made it for me~ She changed it to her preferences And now it works for her benefit. Come to the hotel~ Enjoy the bodies inside and... Let her change you too~ Let go of your desires, memories and identity... And offer them up to her~