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He didn’t know the cause of it and couldn’t describe it. Everyone just accepted it as if all the changes were normal. Throughout the week his body and appearance had been changing. It was subtle at first- just his posture seemed better and a bit of a tan. But then it was undeniable. He was growing taller, putting on muscle, face and body shifting and growing till he started to resemble one of those dumb fuckboys he often saw (and couldn’t help lust after) at the gym. He had no idea how to stop it, but least it was all just physical. He was still him inside, had his same friends- only now he got lusty glances from others. But at least he wasn’t like those vain cocky gym bros. Or at least that’s what he thought.

It only took one night for that all to change. One night for him to actually look at himself, slowly start to admire his new thick lips, the curve of his jawline, the thickness of his biceps. One night for the desire to begin. Like a switch was flicked, pleasure and confidence pumping through his veins. It felt good to give in, watch his modest cock twitch and thicken, making his mind feel wonderfully blank and empty. New urges flooded his head. New cravings. To flex. To grow. To fuck. They just got stronger the bigger and thicker his cock got. He wanted it. He needed it. Fuck whatever he was before. He was so fucking hot now. He needed pics. He wanted the world to see. Yeah that’s all he wanted now. Send some pics out, get them thirsty, get them hard. See the pic and there you grow.

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Good Girls Make More Good Girls - Kylie & Char

Charlotte was confused at first when Kylie began acting different. Always wearing headphones, more giddy and smiley than she had always been, and slowly started to wear more immodest outfits to class each day. It was a rapid shift from the once quiet, reserved girl Charlotte knew. Charlotte was cooking dinner in the kitchen one evening when Kylie burst through the door, laughing uncontrollably and sensually gliding over to Charlotte, rubbing up on her from behind and softly giggling. Charlotte had been in a poor mood the whole day, stressed out from projects and tests and the many clubs she was involved in, but appreciated Kylie's warmth and comfort, even if a bit strange. Kylie closed the door as she went to her room, and that was the last Charlotte would see from her each night. Not coming out to eat, talk, or leave her dorm at all. Maybe she was just perfecting her sleep schedule? Charlotte's mind raced while she sat in front of the TV, turning on her favorite show and slumping into the couch, sighing while she began eating.

A couple hours passed on the couch, and Charlotte felt the creeping embrace of sleep rapidly approaching. Going to bed in her room was an option, but the couch was so comfy, so enticing. Charlotte let her eyes close for a bit, relaxing under the blanket and while the TV quietly drummed on. Charlotte could hear the TV as the characters mumbled, a wave of drowsiness crashing over her. What Charlotte couldn't hear, however, was the door behind her quietly opening, and the quiet footsteps of someone approaching. Charlotte drifted off to sleep, not before a pair of headphones were slipped seamlessly over her head, and far away voices echoed through her mind while the light went out. When Charlotte awoke the next morning, she had no recollection of the headphones, and rather spent more time wondering why she felt so...good. Just so warm and safe, a soft glow spreading throughout her body from her core, filling her up with a small, noticeable feeling of heat and pleasure. After a minute or two of appreciating this feeling, Charlotte finally got up off of the couch, feeling empty and having a nagging longing for that warm feeling.

Throughout the next week, Charlotte experienced this warm feeling every morning, each time getting stronger than the next. She began to spend more and more time indulging in the feeling, cuddling under her blanket and letting the warmth run through her body, sending ripples of arousal and happiness through every limb, sometimes making her moan a bit, biting her lip and smiling slightly as she softly writhed under this pleasure. Charlotte had no idea where it was coming from, or why she had started becoming slightly more bubbly throughout the day. Smiling more, expressing her femininity more than her usual reserved self, caring more about her makeup and presenting herself better when leaving her dorm. Her life was seemingly less stressful, like her mind wouldn't even think about all of the stressful things she had coming up, and instead was filled with happier thoughts, thoughts of...of...oh it didn't matter! All Charlotte knew was that she felt good, and she loved feeling good.

It was Friday now, and Charlotte woke up refreshed on her bed, feeling energized and aroused as usual. She lazily got up, not wanting to leave her soft, warm bed, and eventually got ready for school. She did her makeup and fixed up her hair before putting on her outfit for the day. Black tights to show off as much of her butt as possible, a sports bra to hold up her breasts, and a half zipped sweater to keep herself warm but also keep her chest exposed. It didn't appear to Charlotte that this was very very different from how she usually dressed, so exposed, but she didn't care. She exited her dorm and went from class to class, the whole day going by extremely fast before coming back to her dorm for dinner. To her surprise when she opened the door, Kylie was standing by the stove, fixing up a plate of food for them both. Kylie noticed her roommate and swung around happily, her bouncing cleavage the forefront of Charlotte's vision while Kylie waited for her to come sit at the table. Charlotte appreciated Kylie's cleavage for a second, feeling a sense of...admiration towards her. She wanted breasts that large, that round, that soft. Charlotte shook her head, clearing out this image and sitting at the table. The food tasted really good, a flavor that danced in Charlotte's mouth and delivered that same warm feeling that she felt every morning. Charlotte began mindlessly eating the meal quickly, Kylie taking notice and giving a sly smile, almost as if she was satisfied with something. Kylie began talking, her voice wrapping around Charlotte's mind as they ate, beginning to talk about makeup and clothing. It was at this point where Charlotte had begun feeling a bit sticky, a bit slow, a bit empty. Like a pink fog was filling up in her brain, replacing her thoughts with an empty, blissful feeling. Charlotte couldn't even understand Kylie after awhile, listening to her rant on for minutes on end and becoming just a background tone, a filler taking up space in Charlotte's mind. Charlotte couldn't comprehend anything at all when Kylie began talking about brainwashing and its effects, how the human mind could be so easily reprogrammed. Charlotte lazily slumped in her chair, completely unaware of her roommate standing up and coming over to her placing the same pair of headphones over her head while picking up her half eaten plate, dozing off and feeling her vision go blurry while darkness crept over her. The same voices as before, this time slightly louder and more familiar, flooded Charlotte's mind as everything went dark.

Charlotte's eyelids fluttered open, finding herself laying on the couch. She felt so warm, so safe, so completely aroused as she took in her surroundings, noticing the pair of headphones over her head, with a faint, monotone sound playing. Even though this should usually come off as weird, given that Charlotte couldn't remember putting on the headphones in the first place, Charlotte found it much easier to just leave them on, to let the sounds enter her mind. She observed her features, completely bare under her blanket, and seeing herself like this only seemed to increase the pleasure coursing through her body. She laid on the couch for some time, struggling to piece together her previous night, unable to think as if her mind had been shut off. Charlotte barely noticed the quiet voices in the headphones, slowly getting louder and more pronounced in her head. By the time she fully took notice of the voices, it was too late to resist.

"Bambi Sleep"

Charlotte's mind went vacant instantly, limply collapsing into the couch and opening up to receive more commands. She didn't know where this sudden obedience was coming from, or why the words from the headphones had so much control over her. But...why would she want to resist something that felt so...good? Something that made Charlotte feel so blank, so submissive, so controlled? No...Charlotte would much rather just be an obedient good girl, mindless and vacant while listening to the words, letting her triggers completely take over her mind and body. Charlotte found it so easy to agree with these thoughts, because these thoughts were hers. The brainwashing was so good for her, the programming changing her mind to be a complete mindless bimbo. Rewiring her to be an obedient horny doll, a good girl for her brainwashing, enslaved and hypnotized at all times. This made total sense to Charlotte, who continued to listen to the voices, slipping further into trance as the conditioning faded away, forgetting the words and triggers completely while drifting off into a pleasurable, blissful, mindless sleep, a sleep where she was nothing except for Bambi.

Charlotte happily rose from the couch and proceeded to complete her work for the day, not bothering to take off the headphones. They felt so nice on her head, so comforting to leave them there. She felt so empty, slow waves of pleasure flowing through her, sometimes making her softly moan as the pleasure hit her clit or nipples. She didn't think about school, about her relationships, or anything else in her life. She didn't need to, after all it was so much easier to just not think at all and do as she was told, to do what the voices told her. So much easier to just be Bambi. The files quietly played throughout the rest of her day, keeping Charlotte in a light trance and completely blank, filled up with thoughts of being a mindless bimbo. A horny, sexy bimbo, blank and conditioned to be nothing except for a good girl. Charlotte happily walked around, repeating triggers to herself for countless hours before hearing Kylie open the door. Upon seeing her, Charlotte laughed and approached her roommate. Kylie noticed the headphones and smiled back.

"You like the headphones I got you?"

Charlotte giggled "I luv them sooo much!"

Kylie licked her lips and looked Charlotte up and down. Happy with her work, she guided Charlotte to the couch and sat her down in front of her. She turned on her favorite files for the two of them to listen to and placed her own pair of headphones over her head.

"You are such a gooood girl, Char...but now we have to make sure you stay this way, permanently. Bambi Sleep."

Kylie watched as Charlotte's mind vacated, her eyes becoming foggy and empty, staring up at Kylie on the couch. Kylie snapped her fingers and opened her legs, pulling Charlotte's head in and wrapping her thighs around her, feeling as Charlotte's tongue began to dance on her clit. Delving deep inside of her pussy, teasing Kylie's pleasure centers before moving upward to her breasts. Sucking on her nipples, happily rubbing up on her roommate as Charlotte lost herself in the heat, in the mindless bliss that Bambi gave to her. The conditioning so powerful, any old memories Charlotte had locked away permanently, leaving her empty head for Bambi to fill up with her own desires. Charlotte was so happy to let Bambi take control, so compliant and submissive to her brainwashing. Her old life completely drained away as she sucked, feeling the pleasure in bursts throughout all of her body, moaning blissfully while she pleased Kylie. She was such a good girl, a slutty, ditzy bimbo doll all the time, and she loved this. She loved to obey her triggers, she loved losing control to Bambi, and she loved Kylie for showing her how much of a good girl she was. The two girls orgasmed simultaneously, Charlotte lapping up all of Kylie's juices with her tongue while Kylie laid back on the couch. The two girls moaned in pleasure and giggled together, softly playing with themselves as the orgasm faded away, leaving the haze of blank pleasure to fill up their empty minds. The files washed away any thoughts the girls had and lulled them off into a deep trance, dropping them off into sleep...

A few months had passed, and Char had adapted completely to Kylie's bimbo lifestyle. Living as a Bambi was so easy, so pleasurable. Showing off her body at all times, exposing herself whenever possible to be the most slutty doll possible. They listened to their files together for at least 10 hours a day, playing with themselves and moaning while they dropped even deeper under layers of brainwashing. Minds completely gone, sticking out their tongues in front of cameras and admiring how dumb and bimbofied they had become. Sexualized and blissfully stupid, knowing nothing but how to be a good Bambi, giggling as they sunk deeper into the pleasure and mindless bliss of Bambi Sleep. Kylie especially was so happy, so pleased with herself that she was able to turn her roommate into the same blank sexy doll that she was, a horny bimbo doll named Char, transformed and locked under Bambi's control. Kylie knew how much of a good girl she was, because she knows that good girls make more good girls.

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The two men were doing a mini photoshoot to see if they wanted to hire the older man to take their wedding photos. What was supposed to be a simple photoshoot became more than that. Each time the photographer took the two men's pictures, something about them changed.

Until it's finished and the men are standing there a little dumbfounded. The pair now are two successful male models. They turn to look at each other with dopey smiles. The meatheaded models start to praise each other's physique. Thr himbos became engrossed in lusting after one another. Wanting to strip the other model down to nothing to have some fun. Forgetting about their old selves, the more they indulge in their new identities.

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Send me a meditation mp3 to help me sleep. Instead, secretly send me a hypnosis to slowly break my brain into a docile, obedient submissive toy for you. Make me completely dependent and submissive, rewriting my entire personality

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I want to be brainwashed to be dumb and obsessed. To forget the little details and just remember my life as your empty-headed devotee. To dedicate the remaining scraps of my life to worshipping you and the concept of empty devotion. To idolize the taste of corruption and godliness on your lips.

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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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