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I've come to pay you for your services. During the past few years I've slowly conditioned my scientist girlfriend to be more of a bimbo around the house, but now it seems like I'm stuck. Please help me. I've always wanted to have a real blonde dumb girl in my life and I'm not gonna stop now. I'll pay you anything you want.
Hm. You’ve been toying around in your one true love’s head, trying to make her a sex dolly against her will? Naughty, naughty… Well I’ll take my payment, but since you’ve been so dishonest and cruel to a person who trusts you… I’m not going to keep it for myself. I take the payment of your intelligence, problem solving and self-preservation… and I’m going to bestow them on your poor bimbofied partner… Now… while i bestow come come-uppance….nightie night!
You wake, and immediately you know something is wrong. The light juggle on your chest conforms it before you even open you eyes…. but you don’t really know what to do about that, so you open them! A pair of enormous natural breasts greets you! normally, you feel like you’d be panicking here… but instead there’s like a dumb back hole in your behaviour… you cant think of how to do that? So instead you grab one of your new assets and squeeze it roughly…. sending tingles down your spine into your crotch…. Hm. Your cock is different too? What are you supposed to do about that? You’re not really sure…. but one thing is for sure, you’re definitely curious to see what all that tingling looks like! You waddle over to your girlfriend’s dresser, grab her little hand held mirror and have yourself a little look….
Uh oh! You, like, have a tight little hairless pussy! You’re supposed to… supposed to… something? Something different? But gawd, it looks so teeny tiny, like its never been used? You think that maybe you should use it… it is tingling so very fiercely…. but how? You can’t think of any way to stop those pleasant sensations, so you simply carry on staring at the mirror until you hear a noise behind you.
“Hey, you’re awake! I bet you’re wondering what’s going on?”
Your beautiful, bimbofied girlfriend is standing in the doorway smirking to herself as you stare blankly at the reflection of your pussy…. You want to ask her how you’re supposed to make the tingling go away.. but… like… how? What words to use?
“Okay, wow. He said you were going to be dumb now, but wow. Oi! Put my mirror down and stand up!”
You can’t think of any reason why you shouldn’t so you happily comply with the orders your girlfriend has given you. You place the mirror on the ground and rise to your feet, staring blankly at the person in front of you.
“okay, bitch… I can;t believe you’d do that to me, you little skeezbag! I loved you, and you took my intelligence away? You tried to turn me into some pathetic slut who couldn’t think for herself? Well, good think you wrote that stupid request, becasue Age Savage showed up here! He explained everything you’ve been doing to me, and we… well ,after we finished fucking, he transferred your intelligence over to me, as well as a few other things to make sure you wouldn’t be able to control me anymore!
You are finding it a little hard to follow this story, so you just keep staring, wondering how to make all the beautiful tingles keep happening all over your body.. You know there should be some way… but how?
Your girlfriend approached you and gets right up in your face.
“The trouble is, I’ve lost most of my own intelligence! I can’t remember most of my research, and when I got yours… well… I now have some very new interests. I’ve spent some time combining what’s left of my own brain with the filthy, kinky creativity that’s come to me from yours… and, well… Modifying you has just become my new hobby!”
As she finishes this, she sticks her tongue out and gives a long sensuous lick across your lips… and the tingles flare up all over them,. So many, so sensitive… yes it feels so good! You love this, you want more… but just as the lick began, suddenly it stops, leaving you confused. Why did they stop? How do you get more? Gosh, you really want to feel so good in your tingly lips again… but you don’t know how???
You feel so dizzy and blank as your girlfriend walks over to her dresser and starts rummaging through her makeup… she grabs something, but you’re facing the wrong way and you can’t figure out how to tell what she’s doing…. so you stand there, unsure of what to do… as she approaches you from behind and starts doing something to your butt… You’re dying of curiosity, but for the life on you, you cannot figure out how to tell what’s happening behind you!
She chuckles as she grabs you by you long blonde hair and drags you roughly out into the lounge area… you can barely keep up. Why doesn’t she just tell you where to walk? It would be much easier if she just figured out all these things for you!
“Go kneel there bitch, and suck on this while I work. This is your new favorite spot, you’ll spend most of your days here. I’m going to start going through your phone and inviting your friends over to meet the new you!”
As a 19/yo slutty girl, I doubt you could make me any more fuckable :P
“More fuckable…”
More fuckable? You seriously doubt that I can’t make you even the slightest bit hotter than you already are?
Okay. Game on.
I had a look at your life, little miss anonymous. While you are indeed 19, I don’t think much of the rest of your story. Your claims of “already being a slut” are pretty cute, I had a quick peek into your memories, and well… I can see that you THINK you’re a slut, but just banging a different boy every other weekend doesn’t really cut it in my world. Oh, you post the odd gym selfie of your flat stomach? You sent on guy a slutty mirror pic with your pussy showing? Beginner stuff, kid. Let’s do something about that.
From this moment on, you’re a REAL slut. As in, MY definition of one. You’ll do anything sexual, and I mean literally ANYTHING. I know you thought you were already super experienced, but come on. You’ve only ever had three cocks up your butt, and none of them were accompanied with a pussy stuffing! So let’s just reach into your brain, and start amping up that dial labelled “libido”. It’s currently at a pretty average 5, which i can see you think is really high, but no. You only masturbate once every couple of days! Let’s turn it shall we? 6… your thoughts are regularly getting interrupted by images of yourself being dominated. 7… your juices are starting to really flow, look, you’re even getting a few drips run down your thighs! 8…. I saw that shudder. Your brain is starting to flood with hormones… the primal urge to breed, to become impregnated is starting to overpower your personality. 9… Your nipples are now permanently stiff and sensitive… Every vibration from a little jiggle, every rub up against the inside of a bra or t-shirt is going to shoot pink lightning directly into your pussy…
Should we keep going? You wanted to be “more fuckable” didn’t you?Meaning more able to be fucked by anyone, more likely to participate in more sex with more people? I’d say it’s pretty much a guarantee now, as soon as I give you back control of your hands they’re going to shoot straight into your panties, and I doubt you’ll have the mental capacity to remove them… So where are you right now? Perhaps you’re hanging out with friends, maybe you’re in a crowded nightclub? Or maybe you’re somewhere more suitable to your… level of slutdom. A college campus maybe? Sitting in the back of a lecture wondering if the nasty slut-maker will ever respond to your ask? Well, wherever you are, they’re all going to be talking tomorrow about the girl who ripped her clothes off and started frantically fucking anything that came close to her…
Heh. I actually have a thing for round numbers… I can’t stand it when my TV volume isn’t a 5 or a 0 number… So that 9 is just kind of bothering me… let’s just round it up to a nice even 10…. Yeah, you’re going to have trouble forming sentences, that pure heat that’s throbbing from between your legs is going to be a constant, all-consuming distraction… Look how much blood is pumping down there, you’re totally rocking a hamburger slit now! Even your clit even looks like a teeny weeny cock…
I’m going to leave you to it now… As soon as I’m out of sight, your body is going to snap back into your control…. So good luck, I guess. Not that it’ll help… I’ve made pretty sure you’re going to experience between wanting to be more slutty, and NEEDING to be fucked in all holes at every minute of every day….
It’s currently 6:10am; one of those hours that respectable people refer to as “ungodly” when, in a moderately priced city apartment block, the sounds of high heeled shoes are heard in a third story hallway. The footsteps stop, and the jingle of keys gives away the presence of a resident returning home. The door opens to reveal a figure, balancing on unsteady legs and unruly stiletto heels. A *flump* is heard as a pink handbag is tossed haphazardly on a the floor and then a *tick* as dim light floods the apartment. The tiny, single room dwelling is undecorated except for a large four-poster bed in the centre and a long mirror leaning against the far wall. Next to the mirror sits something unusual, covered by a white sheet.
This girl who calls the place home, her blonde hair at the moment very messy and her face, slathered with running makeup, is fair skinned. She wears a very dainty pink bra, which is barely managing to hold up a pair of obviously fake, gravity-defying breasts. Across her hips is draped a lacy pink suspender, and some of the wispiest panties imaginable, and she sways with precarious balance on a pair of 8-inch heels. Aside from that, she is wearing no other clothing. What she is wearing, however, is spattered on her stomach, her neck, and streaming lightly down her taut thighs. The seed of her apparently many evening mates is even lightly caked across her face, the cause of her ruined makeup. If this wasn’t enough, the faraway look in her glazed eyes is a dead giveaway to even the most casual observer; this is a girl who is coming home from having her brains totally and completely fucked out.
She crawls onto the comfortable bedspread and for a moment, she just sort of… stares dreamily into space. Her eyes flutter a little and a hand roughly squeezes a breast, drawing a small coo as an abnormally large nipple stands erect and at attention. She runs through her evenings activities in her mind, smirking as she thinks back to each creamy string of cum flying through the air at her. When she wonders what that icky boy would have to say about it. Her hand snakes under the flippy skirt as she remembers all the new cocks she experienced tonight, having just enough time to collect a small dab of creamy fluid on her fingers before an alarm begins to go off.
The girl pouts as she crawls off the bed and looks at a large digital clock sitting next to the mirror. 6:12. Ugh. The icky boy will be back soon… But she still has time. She steps in front of the mirror, a whimper of arousal escaping her lips as her eyes take in her sordid, oversexualised reflection. She peels off the tube of cloth covering her tits, exposing her round e-cups to the room. She jiggles them in the mirror a little, pulling a cheeky face as she pinches a fat thumb-sized nipple. Then she unbuckles her little skirt, and lets it fall to the floor, careful not to let the clothing wipe any of the semen off her legs. She makes a randy “mmmm” noise as she looks down at her swollen cameltoe, and turns her hips to take in the curve of her lucious, jiggly ass.
An eye flicks to the clock, and she begins redressing herself, but not in any regular, respectable clothing. The clothes she pulls on seem more appropriate for a sex dungeon than for pyjamas. Black latex bra and panties are stretched over her body, followed by pink fishnet stockings up her legs. Next she clips a fetish collar around her neck, and touches up her lipstick, going for neon pink to add to the raw sexuality of the outfit. After making a few kissy faces in the mirror, she smirks at her reflection, uses the lipstick to write block letters on her head. She giggles to herself, pulling out her cell phone snap a quick mirror selfie. She again checks the time, fussing to herself before deciding she indeed still has time. She goes through her contacts and sends the selfie she just took, a horny looking blonde with SLUT written on her forehead, along with a words “Now. Bring a friend.”
For the next 3 minutes, she fusses over some kind of apparatus in the corner, frequently looking over at the closed door. She plays with the clock near the mirror, checking several times that the timer is set for 7:31pm.
There is a knock on the door, her pink lips break into a cheeky grin and she darts over to answer it. Two grinning men are standing there, they do not seems surprised by the attire of the girl.
“Hey Bambi…” one of them says.
She invites them in, urging them to be quick. They seem to know the drill, not at all shocked as the girl kneels on the bed, pulls her latex panties aside and then tugs on the jewelled assplug that has been lodged inside her all night. It comes loose with a wet POP, and the men stare hungrily into the gaping pink hole being presented to them, squeezing their cocks in excitement. Just where darkness obscures their vision, they can make out the huge lake of semen that always seems to be there at this time of day. She’s been busy tonight.
And with that, the first man steps up, and shoves himself inside the twitching hole. The girl squeals in delight, spewing profanity, proclaiming her love of being fucked. The man, as promised, quickly empties his balls inside the little blonde as she coos and moans with pleasure. The second man waits for a moment as the first man extracts himself from the gaping hole, and the girl recovers from her anal orgasm. Even through her dizziness, she is careful to keep her ass pointed always upward.
Panting, she glances over at the digital display. 6:45am. There’s still time. She grins and winks at the second man, wiggling her used ass invitingly. The second man steps up, but before inserting his cock, uses his fingers to spread the womans puffy pussy lips. He smirks to himself at the way her cunt visibly throbs, the steady trail of creamy fluid dripping from the entrance, and the little pink gumball that is her clit, inflated and tantalizingly pink.
The second man fucks her sloppy ass while squeezing her clit between his thumb and finger. She screams and writhes and wobbles, unable to balance herself through the sensations, but he gently holds her ass upwards as he cums, squirting even more sticky white fluid inside her to join with the amount already inside her, and pulls out. At her insistence, he re-plugs her ruined ass with a rubber plug, this one connected to a clear plastic tube.
Almost delirious and giggling like an idiot, she gestures to the two gentlemen to leave, saying she’ll text them “next time, maybe tomorrow”, and they grin at each other, buttoning up their pants. The second man takes a moment to wipe his messy cock on her face, smearing the word on her head before leaving.
On shaky legs she crawls back towards the mirror, pulling a sheet cover off a lump in the corner. There sits a shoebox and a saddle, fitted with an internal vibrator and clit stimulator. A sybian. It had been expensive, she’d had to do some truly degrading things to pay for it… but so worth it on that final day. The day she had finally outplayed him.
They’d made a deal. He’d had no choice. He couldn’t control her anymore, she was coming out to play at random, inconvenient times. It was messing with his life. So they made an agreement. He could have the days to be himself and she could have the nights to be Bambi. 7:30pm till 7:30 am, Bambi would have free reign, but other times, the stupid boy would be in control.
It was hard at first. She had to sit dormant all day, and even after having all her fun at night, he kept undoing all her progress on her perfect body! He cancelled appointments she made, and refunded down payments. He wasn’t letting her be herself the way that she so desperately needed to be. So after awhile, she came up with a solution. Opening the shoebox, she removes a rubber ball gag, and inserts into it the tube currently dangling from her new ass plug. She then puts the gag into her mouth and roughly tightens the strap. For the next 12 hours, what gets sucked through this tube will be the only sustenance her body can reach. Giggling with evil excitement, she settles down into the saddle setup next to the mirror, locking her legs into the bonds. They won’t open again until the timer goes off.
2 minutes. It all started with him brainwashing himself anyway. Fantasizing about being like Bambi. Every time he watched more, listened more, tranced more, it made her stronger. More defined. He created her from nothing, and now he’s the one who is nothing. Now he’s the figment of her imagination. She puts on the noise-cancelling headphones and pushes play on the laptop. The only 2 things in her field of view are now a never-ending set of porn and hypnosis gifs, and the mirror, with the words “YOU LOSE, BITCH” written in lipstick at the top. It shows in graphic detail the cum covered blonde, SLUT smeared on her forehead, wrapped in bondage gear and locking herself into some kind of sex torture rack.
She lowers her pussy onto the vibrator, groaning like an addict finally getting a hit as she feels it stretch her out deliciously. She praised the experimental surgical procedure she’d had a few months ago. They’d told her that biologically it wasn’t a real vagina, but it sure looks like one, down to the smallest detail. And if real vaginas feel anywhere near as pleasant to be fucked and stretched out she really doesn’t see the difference. Except for her enormous, bulbous clit, but she thinks hers is sexier anyway.
20 seconds. She puts her arms behind her back, feeling the bonds automatically close themselves over her wrists, locking them there until the timer she set earlier goes off and, back in control, she can let herself out. She can’t help but let out a sigh of arousal… Bondage always makes her drip.
They don’t share memories, so just as he was once able to block out her early shenanigans, she has no idea how he’s doing. She doesn’t really even care about him, but she wants him to know how badly he fucked up. She made sure the computer screen regularly shuffles in videos from her own personal porn collection. She’s quite proud of the view-count on her self-shot gangbang series, and is currently applying to major studios to become a 24/7 porn slave… just waiting to hear back on their response to her offer. Her current favourites to show him are the public bondage she did for some old friends of his, and his pathetic mental breakdown the first time he woke up with a pussy between his legs. Watching him orgasm while staring down at his mutilated body through tear-filled eyes… Just thinking about it makes her want to ride another fat cock into girly oblivion… But there isn’t time. Perhaps tomorrow… Definitely tomorrow.
Bambi takes one last look around her, watching as the sun peeks over the horizon, giggling as the internal vibrator turns itself on and begins a long day of unrelenting pleasure… Of forcing orgasm after orgasm from her modified body… and waits for the icky boy to awaken.
I don’t normally post non-stories, but I just had to tell you all about trapquest. It’s a rougelike rpg where you get turned into a sex-addicted nympho slut! Check chests for loot, a trap might shoot out a needle and grow your boobs! Get too humiliated and your dick shrinks, eventually turning you into a girl!
This is everything I look for in a bimbofication videogame. Go play it!
I see you’re awake. You might as well calm down and listen to what i have to say. I’m a professional, so believe me when I tell you that no amount of struggling is going to get you out of those knots. Especially not with that weak little body you have now.
Yeah, that right. You didn’t even realise you’d been changed did you? Teeny little blonde girls don’t get away from rope bondage this good. And that’s what you are now. So stay still and behave.
You’re here because you saw something you weren’t supposed to. Something that nobody is supposed to see. And the person you saw, he’s a very frequent client of mine. He could have just chosen to have you killed, but I suppose another chance of sampling my product was too good to give up on. So he called me, and here we are.
I make slaves, you see. Not train, not break. Make. I take regular everyday people and I change them into something unrecognizable. Obedient, horny sex servants for the superrich. I’m about halfway done with you, as you can tell from the supple little body you now posses. Thats you now, so get used to it. Your family and friends will never recognise you, nobody will ever come to rescue you. You’re basically dead to the world, outside of my records book and the inside of your head.
Now, normally I don’t ever comminicate with subjects. I drug them, I change them, I test them out, off they go. But you’re a special case. I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with why you’re here, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So the least I can do for you here is give you a choice.
My client specifically requested you be “a tiny, weak blonde doll who can’t talk ever again”. He wanted to make sure youd never tell anyone what you’d seen. There’s a bit of wiggle room in the interpretation there, so I’m just gonna run you through your two options.
Firstly, you cant talk if you’re too dumb to know how. This first syringe here, thats what its designed to do. Your mind will dull to the point that everything that was once “you” is effectly trapped as a passenger, too stupid to even know how to move on your own. You’ll be a doll, literally. I’ve used this stuff a few times before, and the subjects remember to breathe, but that’s about it. You’ll be at the mercy of your owner, my client. He’ll feed you, dress you, fuck you, all however he chooses. But that’s all beyond you because by the time you get there you’ll pretty much be at the IQ of a potato. And just in case you learn how to speak someday, as sometimes happens with long-term dolls, I’ll prevent oral control by swelling your lips up like flesh balloons. No sense letting mouth go to waste, right?
Now, you seem a little upset at this idea, so if you’re interested in keeping your mind intact we can arrange that instead. Only, ill have to make sure you can’t talk, so I’ll have to take your mouth from you.
Its not a horrible life. I mean, granted, you’ll be a pussy-faced blowjob slave, but theres no plastic surgery involved here. That’s a real vagina, grown from black market stem cells, and it comes with all the pleasures of the female genitalia. I’ve visited a few of my older dolls that have had this modification, and believe it or not, they seem happy. Well, to be totally honest, they seemed totally addicted to having their faces fucked by cocks. And I didnt add that in anywhere, so it must feel really, really good to orgasm so close to your brain. And you should completely retain you mind and sense of self this way, so if your owner decides to unchain you once in a while, at least you’ll be able to appreciate it.
Well? There’s your options. I don’t have all day, so I’m gonna need a decision right now…
Men say they love shoving their cocks into Stupid Fuckdoll’s face.
Which is a shame, because Stupid Fuckdoll REALLY needs someone to try her pussy soon. Not the one on her face. The other one, the one with the normal-sized clit, and located where it’s supposed to be. It’s so hungry, it wants to be filled soooo badly.
But instead of being bred, she keeps getting fed. Men keep shoving their cocks into the dripping pleasure hole on her face, and her nose-clit drives out any thoughts at all….
Stupid Fuckdoll thinks it’s probably adding the force of her jaw into the mix that makes the difference.
Uuummmm like…. When I said i wished things were all normal again I think…. I think I wanted to like, be differents? But now I totes feel like I’s always been this way…. Ooooooh soooo horny! Imma start dripping everywhere if I don’t get fucked soon, just like always!
Im so glad my friends offered me all the yummy cock I could ever need…. All I gotta do is like, clean their houses dressed all sexy with my hungry pussy all hanging out…..
Like, can I have another wish? I wanna wish for bigger boobies so I’s gets even moooooore cocks! Yummy!
Ugh, that’s so good, what a little slut…. Look into her eyes. She’s so into this! They’re so…. deep and soft, so piercing… Hypnotic…. They make me feel a little…. Different…. Like for a second I can’t think of anything at all-
-huh? Man i drifted for a second there, I must have gotten drawn into this total babe sucking on such a yummy cock….. Wait what no I didn’t mean to think tha-
-huh? What happened… mmmm….. what skills…. This girl is so pretty, I love her eyes… They make me feel so tingly… I cant decide if its a good feeling or a bad-
-huh? I feel…. Yummy…. mmm this little slut is blowing me she’s such a cutie….. What amazing makeup I think ill ask her for some tips after she’s done…. Imagine if i could look as cute as-
-huh? Hehe this babe is so good at sucking my lil sissy cock…. I hope she’s into butt stuff…. I could really use a finger or tw-
-huh? Oh wow wee youre totes amazeballs at this lovely….. Yeah suck on my clitty….. I love having my clitty sucked on ever since I was a little gir-
-huh? Babe I must have came sooooo hard from you licking my cunny soooo goood hehehe I feel funny…. I can’t remember anything…. Except your pretty eyes babe…. They make me wanna go find some yummy cocks to split me open and make me squirt like a lil slut!
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