Beta Censoring Brain Chips

The heart can't help but race while waiting in the examination room. The soft padding of the seat and the nostalgic smell of the hospital are unmistakable. The muffled sound of a female nurse speaking in the room next door drifts through the wall. "Wow, congratulations, hun~ a whole 10 inches... You know I'm about to go on break, if you would like to join me I wouldn't say no~." The sound of two sets of footsteps passes by the door, heading down the hall. In this world, being labeled as an Alpha means the world becomes yours to command. Presidents, company owners, and anyone of importance hold this title. And the way women swoon over an Alpha is something nobody can ignore. Now, sitting here, waiting to discover what the future holds, it's hard not to worry about what might happen. Thoughts turn to how life could change depending on the outcome of this decision. Just as these thoughts deepen, the door to the room opens.

"Heya, my name is Katie, it's great to see you!" The woman introduces herself. She's dressed in a white virgin killer doctor outfit and appears to be in her mid-20s, looking incredibly cute. The sweet scent of her perfume, or perhaps her warm entrance, brings a surprising sense of calm.

The heart can't help but race while waiting in the examination room. The soft padding of the seat and the nostalgic smell of the hospital are unmistakable. The muffled sound of a female nurse speaking in the room next door drifts through the wall. "Wow, congratulations, hun~ a whole 10 inches... You know I'm about to go on break, if you would like to join me I wouldn't say no~." The sound of two sets of footsteps passes by the door, heading down the hall. In this world, being labeled as an Alpha means the world becomes yours to command. Presidents, company owners, and anyone of importance hold this title. And the way women swoon over an Alpha is something nobody can ignore. Now, sitting here, waiting to discover what the future holds, it's hard not to worry about what might happen. Thoughts turn to how life could change depending on the outcome of this decision. Just as these thoughts deepen, the door to the room opens.

"Ok Candidate number 1003245 just pull down your pants, and underwear while you're at it. I don't have all day, hurry up, let's assign you a Beta already." The woman is a matter of factly getting straight to the point. She sits down right in front of you her legs crossed. She holds a measuring stick. The woman is wearing a white virgin killer doctor outfit. She looks like she's still in her mid-20s and most people probably couldn't hold themself back from a hottie like her. The intense introduction only raises your already high nerves.

The news arrived: Beta status was confirmed. The measurement fell short at only 5 inches, far below the required length for becoming an Alpha. The brain chip was quickly updated, and now a test was underway to ensure full functionality. Afterward there was a test that the description said it was images of a naked woman. However, for people now assigned as a beta, including you, all that was visible around her private area were black bars. The words on the censors, despite attempts to avoid reading them, read "Nope, sorry" and "Fucking weirdo." Even her eyes were blurred, making it impossible to answer questions that required visual details, like the color of her eyes, whether she wore pasties, or what the colors of her eyes were. With only a few lucky guesses, most questions went unanswered correctly. After the test, a nurse prepared you for discharge. Even the nurse bore the censors.

"It seems everything is operational. I advise you to inform your girlfriend of your new status as soon as you get home. Avoid any sexual self-indulgence, or the censors will be increased. Have a good day," the nurse informed before leading the way out of the building.

It had only been a week since the "Beta" label was assigned, and life had already changed drastically. So far, the struggle to resist the urge to masturbate was successful, ensuring that the censors wouldn't intensify. But keeping hands away from the body was a constant battle. Waking up in bed, the smaller-than-average erection was hard as a rock, begging for attention. Before any contemplation could occur, your mom called, signaling it was time to get up.

It had only been a week since receiving the "Alpha" label, and life had changed dramatically. A new house, money, and women who couldn't help but develop a crush. Yet, despite all this, there hadn't been any dating so far. The new, cool house remained empty, with no one to share it with. There hadn't even been any sexual relations yet, largely because of how hectic the past week had been. But today was different—today was finally a day to fully embrace this newfound position.

There didn’t seem to be much choice. In nearly every interaction, attempts at having sexual relations with girls were met with obstacles. Even self-relief was off the table without risking an increase in the censor. The situation was maddening, with almost the entirety of a girl's body censored, leaving only hands and feet visible. On top of that, there was a growing financial struggle. Something had to be done, and quickly. That’s why the decision was made to do the only thing left—become a sex slave for an Alpha.

Males were the only humans who weren’t censored, so this option offered not only the chance to see most of a human's body but also the opportunity to achieve financial stability. Living under an Alpha meant being cared for like a pet, partner, or whatever they chose.

That’s why the decision was made to sit at the Alpha bar—a place where Alphas came to have fun however they pleased. The stress of being there was overwhelming, and thoughts of leaving were building when a hand was felt on the shoulder and an Alpha took the seat next to you at the bar. "Heya, you lost?"