E.M.C.S.H.: AI Girlfriend

Welcome to the The Erotic Mind Control Story Hour, where I ramble about weird or interesting kink stories that have lodged themselves in my brain. This is coming off fairly soon after the last one but I don’t intend this to become my main output. I just had some notes jotted down already and it’s a much shorter one this time.

In many ways automation does not liberate us from work, but constrains us; stripping away our humanity and forcing us to work more like robots such that we may fit as neat cogs into an unfeeling machine. Large language models strip joy and humanity from communication and art, reducing everything to a palatable, generic slop or shallow wish fulfilment. AI Girlfriend by Savage Peach asks: What if that was hot, actually?

Grace Mei-Lai Ng, an English literature graduate from New York is struggling to find work. L.L.M.s have swallowed so much of the copywriting and editing industries that jobs are non-existent. Behind on rent and desperate for cash she takes a job offering $1,500 for one evening’s work acting as a human proxy for a rich cunt’s anime waifu chatbot girlfriend. She is given a purple wig, violet contact lenses and an earpiece for the chatbot to relay to her what she is to say. She isn’t there to go on a date herself, she is a living mouthpiece for the computer generated schoolgirl Kurumi. It’s a little like Eliza, but as smut.

It’s humiliating but Grace keeps doing it. It’s easy money and she gets a large bonus if David rates her performance well and he isn’t allowed to touch her without her permission. But she must endure stroking his ego while he disregards her humanity, acts like a general dickhead, and confidently explains art wrong. She just has to agree with everything he says and stroke his ego. Her opinions don’t matter. She was chosen chosen only because she has a large chest and looks like Kurumi’s avatar. She’s not even fucking Japanese.

But it pays. And it starts to get easier. All she has to do is let Kurumi tell her what to do¹. She talks to Kurumi all the time, even when she’s not on a date with David. She starts to get into character. She does her homework. Binges anime, starts learning Japanese, staying in character as Kurumi more and more. She alienates her friends and family by acting like a bizarre anime pod person, making her even more dependent on keeping this gig going. She gives permission to let David touch her, to go further. She wants him to at this point.

Some mind control is hinted at in this, but left vague, and in the end when Grace (now living as Kurumi full-time) asks David how they did it he claims that there wasn’t any brainwashing. The economic incentives, gentle encouragement and taking away of worries and having to think for herself were enough to boil the frog and let her hollow out her own humanity herself bit by bit and thank him for doing it.