New Title: Tomboy
- Hamlin
- 7 hours ago
- 12 min read
Black Room members, this title is available for download in your library now.
Welcome to the first major release of 2026! Following the Kayla release, and with the holidays, I didn't make a big release in December. That was also because I was working on this massive tome to ring in the new year with a novel of bratty bimbofication. I won't spend too long on going into detail, but there are previews below.
Also released from The Black Room are the following novella titles, which are also included in The Black Box: Volume 6, packaged with a copy of this latest novel:
The Slut Mandate: On Justine's 18th birthday, her government-issued app activates. She's just been forced into The Slut Mandate. Every woman of age is now required to participate in no less than one sexual encounter per day, posting evidence of their activity to an online journal, and confessing how much of a slut they are. The more degrading the act, the higher the points, providing virtual rewards and currency to earn their place in society.
Justine's birthday begins by giving herself to the man who purchased her virginity, her disgusting neighbor. Each day, she falls further from the bookworm she once was, and draws closer to the shameful, degraded slut society wants her to be. (Incest, Dystopian, Reluctance, Group Sex, Degradation, Humiliation)
Uncle Chester's Farm: Cali doesn't want to spend the summer on her uncle Chester's farm. She's a city girl, used to city comforts, her cell phone, and expensive clothes and bags. Cali's parents, however, want her to learn the value of hard work and earning her way. While they jet off to Europe for a summer-long vacation, they've left Cali in the care of her uncle Chester and cousin, June.
Cali hasn't seen this branch of her family in so long, they might as well be strangers. But June is looking forward to showing her stuck-up cousin just what life on the farm is all about. On Cali's first night, June sneaks into her bed and begins her vile plan to turn Cali into her humiliated sexual plaything. Only June isn't the only one who will be enjoying Cali's body for long. (Incest, NC, Reluctance, Gangbang, Humiliation, Degradation)
Honor Thy Grandfather: Erica, her sister, and their daughters all live under the control of Grandpa as his breeding herd. It wasn't always this way. Erica used to be a normal mother to two daughters. Her sister was the same.
Then, on a Thanksgiving visit to Grandpa's home, everything began to change. Erica's father began to change them all. Hypnotic conditioning, special supplements, and soon Erica and her family all began having very strange thoughts. They began masturbating, and they couldn't stop.
This wasn't normal masturbation. The subject of their self-stimulation was none other than Grandpa. But things were about to go further. Much, much further. (Incest, brainwashing, gooning, degradation, breeding, NC)
Breeding Becky: Becky has no interest in children. She's a staunch lesbian, a good feminist, and relations with men are nowhere in her cards. That is until her cruel stepmother decides Becky needs to carry on the family line, whether she likes it or not. With the help of her equally cruel brother and a gang of his friends, they'll ensure Becky's breeding through any means necessary. (NC, Reluctance, Breeding. Lesbian impregnation)
Intellect: A childhood accident left Carl mentally deficient. With the help of his sister, Clara, and nephew, Andrew, he holds down a steady job as a night janitor for Apex Biotech. It's not much of a life, but it's what Carl has.
But when Carl overhears two researchers discussing a "smart drug," he can't stop thinking about it. Using a borrowed keycard, Carl injects himself with a sample, even knowing the potentially deadly problem of "brain melt". The results are—at first—underwhelming. Soon, though, things begin to change. Carl begins to change.
His intelligence begins to climb, then to sky-rocket, until he can perceive things no one else can, do things that are seemingly impossible. There's still a complication, however: brain melt. Using his new abilities is too much, leading to intense pain and anguish, as it feels as if his mind is on fire.
Will Carl be able to overcome the problem and put his new intellect to use for the greater good? Or will he succumb to the corruption of power?
Pandemic: When a strange outbreak begins to spread across the world, families are told to stay inside. But even their homes won't keep them safe from the strange effects of this contagion. The plague isn't killing anyone. Instead, it's making the women more submissive, craving degradation, while the men are becoming more sexually aggressive, taking pussy wherever they can get it. Even from their own family. (Incest, degradation, dystopian, humiliation, breeding)
Volume 6 also includes the following short films: The Magic of Forgotten Sluts: 8 min 40 sec.
Think About It: 16 min 3 sec
Here's the rundown on the new novel!
Robin is a rebel, a punk, a thorn in her father's side. She's disrespectful, runs with the wrong crowd, and is on her second trip through senior year of high school. The cheerleaders call her the Tomboy Terror, while her pot-smoking skater friends call her Rob. But Robin's made a mistake that has the potential to land her in more trouble than just another suspension from school.
After her friends pressure her to do something that matters, Robin spraypaints a police car, leaving a big cock on the hood. Thanks to this, and her laundry list of bad decisions, Robin's faced with a choice. She can attend therapy, or she can spend some time in jail. While therapy is a shitty option, jail seems a shittier one.
Thus, Robin finds herself with her father in the office of Dr. Belle, a revolutionary youth therapist with some bold methods that have a track record of straightening out bad girls. Those methods begin to invade Robin's mind, altering her self-image, her thoughts, her perceptions of herself and those around her. She's feeling more submissive, more feminine, and daydreaming about how much better life would be if she were just prettier and stupider. If she just let Daddy take care of the decisions for her, like telling her what to wear or how to behave, she wouldn't be in trouble anymore.
All these strange thoughts are confusing. She's watching porno all the time, imagining herself with an enhanced rack, and even thinking about her brother's cock. Even other girls are making her cunt wet, and she's not even into girls. But it's all part of Dr. Belle's "Advanced Conversion Therapy", and each session with the good doctor takes a little bit more of Rob away, and replaces her with the submissive sex doll she was meant to be.
Kinks Served: Incest, personality modification, body modification, humiliation, degradation, brainwashing, hypnosis, girl/girl, slut transformation
Length: 185.5K Words
Chapter Headings:
1.Tomboy
2.Trouble
3.Dr. Belle
4.Bullshit Day
5.Trustworthy
6.Traditional Gender Roles
7.A Little Change
8.Bimbo Porn
9.Silly and Stupid
10.A Woman's Natural State
12.The Incident
13.The Apology
14.Girls
15.Discipline
16.Intrusive Thoughts
17.The Game
18.Confusion
19.Relying on Men
20.A Growing Obsession
21.The First Funds
22.Daddy's Guidance
23.The Rift
24.The Clinic
25.The Confession
26.Rachel and the Cunt Rub
27.Robin's Confusion
28.Think With Your Cunt
29.Horny Distractions
30.Daddy's Solution
31.Evolving Slut
32.Girls Licking Girls
33.Bimbo Tits
34.Rejection
35.Girl Pop
36.Perfect Doll
38.Full Bimbo
Preview:
The hum slammed into Robin the second she stepped into Dr. Belle’s office, that familiar, obscene vibration crawling up through the floorboards and straight into her cunt, buzzing through her sneakers like a pervert’s hand. She’d spent the whole car ride with her dad in a silence so thick it felt like she was choking on it, her pussy still aching and swollen from six hours of being teased and denied at school, her underwear so wet it clung to her like a second skin, and her flannel knotted around her waist to hide the evidence of her humiliation. Eric had asked if she was alright, and she’d just grunted, not trusting herself to say anything that wouldn’t give away how badly she needed to cum. The rest of the drive was just the radio and the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Now, standing in Belle’s doorway, the hum wrapped around her like a pair of invisible hands, squeezing her, and Robin felt her body betray her with instant, filthy excitement.
The vibration was even filthier than she remembered, or maybe her body was just more desperate for it now. The frequency drilled straight into her cunt, making her clit throb and her pussy spasm before she’d even stepped all the way inside. Robin’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her little tits heaving under her tank top as she shuffled into the room, every nerve ending screaming for attention. The door clicked shut behind her, trapping her in this perverted little world where nothing made sense except the need between her legs.
Dr. Belle stood near her desk in a cream blouse that was fitted enough to showcase every curve of her voluptuous figure. The top three buttons were undone, Robin was certain of it now, more undone than last session, revealing a deep vee of cleavage that Robin’s eyes tracked to despite her best efforts not to stare. Belle’s blonde waves cascaded over her shoulders, catching the soft lighting in a way that made them seem to glow, and behind her glasses, those penetrating green eyes assessed Robin with warmth that felt both genuine and calculated.
“Robin,” Belle said, her voice melodic and smooth, each syllable seeming to vibrate in harmony with the hum filling the room. “Come sit down. Make yourself comfortable.”
Robin staggered across the office, her legs barely working, her body already melting from the mix of the hum and Belle’s eyes on her. By the time she reached the leather couch, her skin was burning, every inch of her tingling and raw. She collapsed onto the cushions, graceless and desperate, and the second her ass hit the leather, the vibration ramped up, pounding through the couch and straight into her cunt in thick, relentless waves that made her gasp like a slut.
Her legs fell open without her even thinking about it, her thighs spreading wide as her muscles turned to jelly. The movement hiked her cargo shorts up, showing off way too much of her tanned thighs, but Robin barely cared. She could feel the fabric bunched up at her crotch, sticking to her soaked panties, probably showing a dark, wet patch to anyone who bothered to look. Her skin was slick with sweat. She’d been leaking all day from the constant, humiliating need, and now the heat of the office and the pounding between her legs made sweat bead at her hairline and drip down her neck.
Belle settled into her chair with elegant grace, crossing her legs in a way that made her skirt ride up slightly. Robin’s gaze tracked the movement before she could stop herself, following the line of Belle’s calf to where it disappeared beneath fabric, and she had to force her eyes back to the therapist’s face with effort that felt almost physical.
“How was school today?” Belle asked, clicking her pen and opening her leather-bound notebook. Her voice wrapped around the question, made it feel important and intimate despite its casual nature.
Robin opened her mouth to give some dismissive answer, but the hum pulsed stronger, and the words that came out were different than what she’d intended. “It sucked,” she said, her voice already taking on that breathy quality she’d noticed during the last session. “All the classes are so fucking boring. Like, who cares about quadratic equations or the Industrial Revolution or any of that bullshit?”
Belle made a note, her pen moving across the page with deliberate strokes. When she looked up again, her green eyes behind those glasses seemed larger, more penetrating. “Tell me more about that. Why do you think the lessons feel so… dumb?”
Dumb. The word hung in the air between them, and Robin latched onto it with relief. “Because they are dumb,” she said, the complaint spilling out easily now. “It’s all just pointless information that doesn’t matter. Teachers droning on about stuff that has nothing to do with real life. I sit there, and I can’t focus because it’s all so fucking meaningless.”
The vibration hammered her cunt in time with her words, and Robin squirmed on the couch, grinding down for more. Her hips rolled, her thighs spreading even wider, and she could feel slick wetness coating her pussy lips, soaking through the ruined cotton of her panties. Just talking about how much she hated school, how pointless and dumb it all was, made her body burn with a heat that had nothing to do with the room and everything to do with the filthy, humiliating need between her legs.
Belle leaned forward, her large breasts pressing against her blouse in a way that made the fabric strain. Robin’s eyes dropped there automatically, taking in the lace edge of Belle’s bra, the deep valley of cleavage, the way Belle’s breathing made her chest rise and fall. “You know,” Belle said, her voice dropping to something more intimate, more hypnotic, “it’s very natural for a young woman to feel that way about education.”
The words made Robin’s core clench. Natural. The hum seemed to pulse in agreement, vibrating through the couch and into Robin’s pussy in waves that made her breathing quicken.
“What do you mean?” Robin managed, though her voice came out thick and uncertain.
Belle smiled, warm and understanding. “Women aren’t really designed for all that academic learning. Not the way men are. Your brain is made for different things, softer things, more important things. Being pretty. Being pleasing. Taking care of a home and a man who provides for you.” She paused, letting the words sink in, and Robin felt them land in her consciousness like stones into water. “All that school stress, all those complicated lessons, they go against your natural state. No wonder you hate it so much.”
The suggestions crashed into Robin’s punk beliefs with violent force. Her mind recoiled automatically, tried to summon the arguments she’d made a thousand times about gender equality and women’s intellectual capacity and the patriarchal lie that femininity meant stupidity. But the hum wrapped around those arguments, muffled them, made them feel distant and unimportant compared to the pleasant vibration pulsing through her core and the warmth of Belle’s voice.
“That’s… that’s not…” Robin started, but the words wouldn’t form properly. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, her thoughts scattered by the combination of arousal and the hypnotic quality of Belle’s tone.
“Think about it,” Belle continued, her voice so reasonable, so soothing. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just let go of all that educational pressure? To stay home where it’s comfortable and safe? To focus on making yourself pretty instead of forcing your brain to absorb information it doesn’t want? To let a strong man handle the complicated things while you handle the sensual, feminine things?”
Each word seemed to pulse in time with the vibration, and Robin felt her resistance crumbling despite herself. The ideas should have repulsed her, should have made her stand up and storm out of the office screaming about internalized misogyny and the patriarchal oppression of women through enforced domesticity. But instead, she found herself… considering them. Found some traitorous part of her brain examining the potential advantages.
No more stress about grades or homework. No more sitting in classes where nothing made sense, where her arousal-fogged brain couldn’t track what teachers were saying. Freedom from the pressure to perform academically, to prove herself as smart and capable. Just… softness. Sensuality. Being pretty and pleasing and letting someone else handle the complicated parts of life.
Robin was panting now, her chest rising and falling under her tank top, nipples so hard they stabbed through the thin fabric, impossible to hide. Her pussy throbbed with raw, desperate need, clenching on empty air, her panties so wet they were probably leaking through to her shorts, leaving a sticky, humiliating stain for anyone to see.
"I don't... I can't..." Robin tried to protest, but her voice was just a pathetic whisper. Her body was betraying her, her cunt clenching with filthy arousal even as her brain tried to fight back, her thighs spreading wider and wider on the couch, her body screaming yes while some tiny, useless part of her mind whimpered that this was all wrong.
Belle’s smile widened, knowing and satisfied. “You don’t have to decide anything today, Robin. Just let yourself feel how right it sounds. How natural. Your body already knows the truth, even if your mind is still catching up.”
The words drilled into Robin’s brain like orders, sinking deep where they’d keep working long after she left. Her pussy clenched hard at the phrase "your body already knows," and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning like a whore as pleasure shot through her. Her body knew, all right. Her body was eating up every humiliating suggestion, getting wetter and needier with every word about being stupid, domestic, made for being pretty and used, not for thinking or being independent.
“Now,” Belle said, her voice taking on that mesmerizing quality that Robin recognized from previous sessions, “let’s talk more about what feels natural for you. What your body wants, even if your mind hasn’t accepted it yet.”
Robin melted into the couch, her muscles limp, her legs splayed wide as the vibration pounded her cunt in endless, merciless waves. Belle’s voice slid into her head, and Robin felt her last scraps of resistance vanish, her mind wide open for whatever filth Belle wanted to shove inside. The hum was everywhere, in her ears, her body, her brain, and somewhere deep down, Robin knew she was being broken again. Belle’s words about school, about being a dumb, pretty girl, about being made for pleasing and not thinking, were sinking in, mixing with all the other programming until Robin wouldn’t even know where her own thoughts ended and Belle’s began.
But knowing didn’t help her fight it. Robin just sat there, her pussy throbbing, her mind coming apart, her body betraying every belief she’d ever screamed about, just waiting for Belle to keep going, to drag her even deeper into this humiliating transformation.
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