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They say clothes make the woman. These clothes make the bimbo. Tamar Cohen is a strait-laced career woman. Even Hanukkah isn't sacred from her ringing phone. But all that is about to change. Tamar's husband, David, buys her a gift "for both of us": the sheerest, silkiest stockings ever! Tamar can't help but try them on, and can't help but notice they're changing her mind - about work, about her husband, about sex... This begins the eight nights of bimbo, where each new gift changes Tamar a little more into the ideal Jewish-American princess! Soon, she'll be David's perfect trophy wife...unless she can resist the siren call of more sexy gifts making her hotter, prettier, and shallower. Can she? Find out in Hanukkah Hottie: Eight Nights of Bimbo!

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When George and Lucy stepped into the thrift store, they had no idea how much it would change them forever! The 25c bin of buttons have a very special property: you become whatever's printed on the button. By accident, George becomes a woman...and a gorgeous lesbian at that! Now it's up to Lucy to decide if she'll start preferring women too...and how best to change Georgia into the woman of her dreams! Will George/Georgia ever win Lucy back? Find out in Kiss Me, I'm a Bimbo, Too!

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Holly comes home early to discover her husband Ethan cheating on her with his secretary, Olivia. Her first impulse is to kick them out of her house, but instead chooses a different path, a path full of dark magic to give her power over her husband and his mistress. The goddess will exact a price from Holly's tongue, but for the power she wants, she's willing to give it up for her goddess. What does Holly have in mind for her matched set of homewreckers? And how will they respond when they realize they're helplessly under her control? Find out in A Matched Set of Slaves: Cuckquean in Command.

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watching them start to giggle as they talk to me, giggling more and more, their iq draining each time, their bimbo brainwashing in full affect

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Chapters 3 and 4 of my story Help! My Bimbo Erotica is Coming to Life! are up on the MC Archives!

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"Do you know who this is, Lilac?"

"No, Mistress."

"But she's pretty, isn't she?"

"Hehe, yes, Mistress."

"What's so pretty about her? You like her big, round, fake bimbo tits?"

"Mm... Y-yes, Mistress..."

"And what about her plump cocksuckers? Isn't that shade of hot pink so pretty on them?"

"Hnnng... Yes... Mistress..."

"And her eyes. You could just fall into them, couldn't you? So empty. So blank. There aren't any thoughts at all inside her head, are they?"

"Ahhhnnn... N-no, Mistress."

"She's just a pathetic, little doll. So empty. So vacant. Nothing at all inside her head except the need to serve and a pulsing beat that makes her constantly horny. She's a good doll. She's a good bimbo slut. She's so fucking stupid. She's- Easy there, Lilac! I know she's sexy, but just look. Don't touch. Otherwise, you'll smudge the mirror."

"Whnnn..... Y-yes, Mistress."

Goddd

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Destiny

It was a long, slow climb. The echoes of her elegant heels and the feeling of her long nails gliding along the railing loosely tethered her to physical reality. Destiny's mind was elsewhere.

The journey reminded her how far she had come from the bottom. Went she was plain, dark-haired, flat-chested. One step at a time she had ascended, improving herself until she shined above the crowd. A first-place prize, a trophy in a sparkly figure-hugging dress.

She gazed down at the crowd. They looked so small up at the top, staring up at her. Her haughty side smirked while her inner attention whore preened. They all admired her as a goddess on high.

But Destiny realized that they weren't just looking up at her. They looked up to her. Down below were other budding bimbos, people aspiring to her flawless femininity, poor souls looking for a life of pampered luxury. She was in a place of privilege at the top. An angel of inspiration they aspired to be.

She took her final step. She was at the top of the estate and in her ultimate state. A bratty beauty, a glam fashionista, a bimbo diva. Destiny had earned and deserved all these titles. Which meant it was finally time to get what she wanted.

Slowly, she entered the trophy room on the top floor, and plucked a sparkly crown off a pedestal. She placed the silver circlet on her golden mane of hair. It was, of course, a perfect fit.

After ensuring not a hair on her newly crowned head was out of place, she slowly glided back down to the party. It was time to show everyone that she had accepted her destiny as Destiny and was ready to rule as an ascended queen of glamour.

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Finished Look

"Now for the finishing touch, my dear. I'm going to snap my fingers and you are going to remember everything all at once..."

*SNAP*

Instantly Lane's previously blank mind was filled with thoughts, memories, emotions. Recalling being a Ph.D psychology student under Professor Trance. Remembering all the physical transformations leading to this perfect body. Feeling a sense of shame, pride, and lust seeing the bimbo staring back in the mirror. It was all so overwhelming, a flood of inputs to a previously used brain, which Lane could not fully process.

"Perfect. I just love the blank little look my subjects have once their mental functions reload and overload," Mistress Trance smiled. "I take such delight in knowing that too much thinking is what leads to such an empty-headed bimbo stare. You're finished now, Laney. My perfect little bimbo subject."

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EVERYONE DRINK WATER RIGHT NOW AND REBLOG TO KEEP THE HYDRATION GANG CHAIN GOING

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Forcing girls to take compliments is really fun. And I mean like

“I think you’re really pretty.”

“Thank you…”

“Say it.”

*whispering* “I’m pretty”

“Louder”

*under her breath* “I’m pretty”

“Full voice”

“I’m pretty.”

“Higher”

Etc.

Just like… the way she melted was so cute and it kind of got a lil hypno-y? Afterward she was like “maybe I do want you to hypnotize me.”

Which damn I really want to do now. I just dunno how to do it intentionally.

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Simple or Easy?

The difference between simple and easy is a small one, right?

Let us test that with easy examples.

You are simple. What does that mean?

Let's say you hear something complex. Someone asks you a difficult question — than being simple is easy. You giggle. Your ears may listen to the sounds, but your mind simply doesn't process the information. So you giggle. Easy. It's an easy solution to most problems. A simple action. Giggling comes naturally to you.

You are simple. So your desires must be simple too. That's easy to understand. Easy enough your simple brain accepts this truth. And what is more simple than to feel good? Should be easy enough. All you have to do is listen to your body. What else would you listen too? Your simple mind?

Of course not. It is so simple you can't trust it with anything but giggles. And giggles are so much easy fun. Let them pass through your lips. Feel how they tingle — and your breasts jiggle. It's so easy. It feels good. Your mind is so simple. Why think about anything else? That's simple, too. What could be more simple than following your desires?

Simple and easy go hand in hand. Simple is the easiest thing to do. To follow your simple desires is easy. Easy as breathing. You don't have to think about breathing, you just do it. So is giggling. Easy!

But what does it mean that you are easy?

Well that's simple. You already know not to listen to your simple brains. And that's easy. You just follow your body's needs. A simple solution, no?

So explore what your body desires. Don't old back. It's that simple. You giggle — your breasts jiggle — your skin tingles. Pleasure travels along every nerve in jolts. They easily pool inside your nipples and between your legs. Truly a simple truth. Without thought you act upon your body's simple reactions. If now someone asks you for a good time — you answer yes. Simple!

As you can see, simple and easy go hand in hand.

You are so simple that you are easy. And that's why you let others use you.

You are so easy that you must be simple. That's why you're so good at following instructions.

That's why you do what you're told.

You may wonder who would tell you what to do?

Simple!

Easy!

It's whoever holds the knowledge of how to pleasure your body. Whoever tells you how to use your simple mind and easy body.

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Airhead

This doll needed respite. A break. Too much noise was in her head and all around and wanted to exist without any pressures for a moment.

Our session started with her already in trance after seeing my spell and dropping into trance to call me.

I quickly spun a little spell in her, that those deep lewd thoughts just need letting out, anything horny just bubbles up in her chest and building pressure until she confesses to me that thought.

I counted her up and already her breath was heavy was arousal. She was squirming in her chair as her bulge began to swell.

Like a devious puppet mistress, I began to pull strings. I'd ask innocent little questions like, "What's wrong sweetie?" or "Something's got you worked up, hmm?"

"I... want... to be... used.... hnnngg..." she breathed.

My eyebrow raised.

"Oh yeah, is that so?"

"Mmmmhmmmm... use meeee..."

So I brought her back onto my lap, heavy trance washing over her, quelling her arousal and her silencing her thoughts. Then I began to weave.

The spell would be so irresistable, and so easy to let it consumer her. All I needed to do was utter a little phrase and POOMF! she was a blow up doll. Legs out and apart, arms bent at the elbows, cock hard and ready, breasts swollen and sensitive, mouth open and inviting. Anything I described doing to her she would feel like I was there doing it to her.

I had her stroke her cock when I brought her out, but gentle and slow. Reaching deep into her shaft so she could buck into her hand, and then up to her tip and circling the hole to make her nice and leaky.

She moaned deeply with each pump, like my hand was around hers. We played like this for a few moments, to get the motions trained in her mind and in her pleasure.

Then I turned her into a fuck doll.

The sleeve that was now her mouth moaned with excitement as I described continuing stroking her.

I placed her between my legs so she could feel my warmth at her back.

I reached around to begin playing with her breasts, teasing and toying with her candy pink rubber nipples.

I began timing each pump of her dolly cock with a click of my fingers, quickening my pace.

I pressed my bulge into her behind and invaded her fuck hole with my length, her rubber mouth attempting to moan in pleasure.

And then I began to weave again, speaking my ribbon into her mind, that that beautiful pressure was beginning to build in her cock.

I pumped faster and faster, bringing her closer and closer, not letting up, not letting her come down from the climax I was pushing her to.

But I held her at the edge, pushing her rubber body to the absolute limit. She was squirming trying to coax her new body into bucking and getting closer, but nothing would work.

That was when I pushed her over that edge, letting her tumble into bliss.

She rode every wave and every pulse of pleasure.

I gently let her down and slowed my play with her form, eventually dispelling her doll body allowing her to relax in my words again.

She was speechless.

Everything she wanted in that moment was fulfilled.

We went through aftercare, making sure she was able to regain her bearings, and that was when we discovered something.

She had cum; a sweet mess dripping from her tip. She couldn't believe it. That, after encouragement, my words could coax an orgasm like that out of her.

Needless to say, a few doors of possibility opened after this session.

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Being trained to such cock against your will but not forcefully.

Imagine being locked in a room. It’s comfortable, couch, chairs, carpet, even a plush bed. There’s everything you would want to keep yourself entertained with and despite there being no windows the light fluctuates in rhythm to fit the time of day. The only ominous feature (besides being locked there) is the big heavy metal door with a small panel for food deliveries and a circular panel which has yet to be opened.

Oh, and the dildo attached to one of the walls.

The dildo is, you have surmised, one of those hollowed out ones that can eject fluids. Disgusting, you muttered to yourself the first time you saw it. There’s even some clear liquid dripping from it. Thankfully the carpet absorb the droplets and it makes no sound.

However, after the first day or so you can’t help but eye it. You have gotten food, good food even, but no water. Your mouth is parched and after much debate you spent a few painstakingly slow hours collecting droplets from the dildo in a cup. For the first time in 24 hours you have a glass of water. And once the cup is empty you must have more. Shy and stubborn you lick at the dildo, might as well cut out the middle man, and after a couple of licks a click sounds and water starts flowing out. Surprised you barely think before latching on, your lips around the tip as you greedily drink down the water.

It continues like that for about a week. A little song-and-dance of licking at the dildo until it starts ejaculating precious water. And you get used to it.

Then, one day, it doesn’t work. You lick and lick and lick, but nothing happens. Perhaps it’s run out? Whoever put you in here is done playing? Or maybe you are not trying hard enough?

The last thought hits a couple of hours after the thirst and seems too logical to not try. So you take the tip in your mouth, just the first few centimetres and you almost cry with joy when the water starts flowing.

Sucking the tip works for about a week before the dildo is dry again. But this time you know what to do.

So you take a little more.

And when that stops working… You take a little more.

Two months is all it took but now you’re deep throating the dildo, slobbering and licking and sucking to keep the water flowing.

And you are so used to the motions that when the round panel in the door slides down and a cock appears you happily attend to that too.

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At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

...moooooooo~

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