#b1mbo

[lexxiesbimboboobs]

Birthday Gift

“Really, Kat?”, May asked, giggling under her nose, “I know I have a bit of a reputation among you all, but isn’t this a bit much?”.

“Girl, you fucked half the people in our friend group, me included”, she replied, endearingly, perhaps even with a hint of an invitation in her tone, “This is your reward and encouragement. Go and make that half into a whole - and then some. Just remember not to hit up Daniel, he doesn’t really do sex”. 

“Aww, that is so sweet”, she winked, as if to acknowledge the not-so-subtle invitation she’s just been given. “Gimme a sec, I’ll go and change right now”. As she walked towards the bathroom, she spun the shirt above her head and shouted “Time to be sluuut!”, much to Kat’s endearment. 

As she put on the shirt, May felt an intense pulse of energy seeping through the shirt into her body. All of the cells on its surface - and some of the ones inside of it - lit ablaze with an extreme, burning need, if only just for a brief moment. Yet, after they calmed down, something was different. She was different. 

She got out of the bathroom and presented the shirt, fitting her perfectly. And, suffice it to say, her reaction was more than positive.

“Holy shit! You look so good!”.

“I know, right? I feel kinda weird, though?”

“What do you mean?”

When asked to elaborate, May’s mind went blank all of a sudden. She felt yet another wave of heat enveloping her body. She could suddenly feel even the slightest gust of air flowing inside the room, caressing her body, spreading the fire around it. “You know what, how about I just show you?”.

To put it mildly, she jumped onto Kat like a rabid animal, something which Kat seemed oddly unsurprised by. After what was merely seconds of an extremely wild, sloppy kiss, clothes were coming off left and right - aside from the top. May felt a weird compulsion to keep it on and, besides, it looked really hot with nothing else on her body. 

Their lips met again, only to be separated as quickly as the previous time. May’s tongue then made its way down Kat’s body, with each sensitive part of it being an important stop on the way to the destination. Kat’s neck, boobs, nipples, stomach, and inner thighs found themselves kissed, licked, or bitten (...usually all three) one after the other. All of that at breakneck speed - May was not going to let her friend think even for the briefest moment. 

And as she licked and teased, as she bit and kissed, the strange pulses kept emanating from her top. At some point, they made her so sensitive to pleasure - and so desperate for it - that her body started mirroring what Kat was feeling. If she bit her nipple, she’d feel the same itch around her own, if she teased Kat’s pussy with her hand, always nearing it, but never touching it, she herself would also be teased. 

“You’re such a slut, May”, Kat shouted out, between breaths, as May finally approached her clit - and immediately started licking it like mad. 

In response, the top emanated a wave of pleasure so hot it nearly burned. And May came on the spot, almost without being touched at all. She felt her entire being shifting, as it was shaken to the core. All the heat she had just experienced, all of the intense, animalistic lust and the incomprehensible pleasure now felt as if they were coursing through her veins, reshaping her, permanently into something new. Into something far, far less inhibited.

And yet, as all of that was happening, she didn’t pull her mouth away from Kat even for a second. And perhaps it was May’s skill, her extreme dedication to the primal art of fucking, some second-hand influence from the top itself, or even sheer lucky coincidence, but Kat also found herself on an orgasmic wave. It enveloped her body fully, causing her body to shake as if it had been struck with an earthquake. 

And as it slowly came to a close, her post-orgasmic bliss was interrupted by a sight of May, sitting in front of her, visibly topless and visibly… pink haired? Did the shirt melt into her, or something? 

“May, are you alright? Your hair is, uhh…” She wasn’t sure whether her brain was still not fully capable of thinking after her recent orgasm, or if the situation was just that surreal, but she frankly could not find a single word to even describe the situation. 

“Yeah, it’s pink! Weird, right?!” May responded, seemingly untroubled at all by her newly transformed hair - and likely other, more subtle changes as well. Instead, she just pouted her lips, gave Kat a doe-eyed stare and asked: “So, wanna fuck again?”

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Make sure to totally message me or something if u come or edge to this story bc i still have like... 102 ppl i need to make cum before i can cum again <3 <3

Hope it was hot love lexxie <3 (also last second patreon plug!!)

[understandingbimbos]

So. There's a few things I need to address. My documentation and study of bimbos began as a personal project. I only started a blog because I was putting a ridiculous amount of work and thought into this and figured it should be shared (and still, there's SO much I haven't shared yet...). And that's part of why this blog isn't so well managed, not consistent, and very informal. I write every post with the assumption whoever reading will have some familiarity with the fetish and that was kind of a mistake when dealing with subject matter as delicate as this and if I want to be able to attract literally any other audience. But the blog is here now so its kind of a moot point. I won't be rewriting posts. I want to kill myself every day, its astonishing I can write anything. Anyway, recently I discovered an adult performer named Celestina Blooms, in particular, this video:

We share a lot of the same thoughts. And her criticisms of BimboTok are a lot better articulated. Here are some of things she's said that stood out to me (paraphrased):

"As an actual political movement, the Gen Z bimbo isn't actually very helpful beyond being satire because there are contradictions."

"It makes no sense to be expected to have every single decision in your life, in every area of your life, be a form of activism."

"If you don't spend enough time watching all their videos to completely get the point it looks like they're satirizing the ideologies they're preaching."

"They're kind of taking this thing and being like 'Hey! This thing is leftist because I'm leftist and I said so!' when the thing is still something very tied to a lot of systems of oppression."

"I think there's an issue with saying that being feminine is feminist."

"Because there are so many minors on TikTok they'll come across this trend and see the cute aesthetic and cute clothes, and for good measure, the ideologies a lot of them agree with and be like 'Fuck yes! Sign me up!' and before you know it they're dressing like a bimbo, calling themselves a 'bimbo', and all this stuff while not even being aware of this whole other world of bimbofication as a fetish and unknowingly calling attention to themselves."

She also brings up Pink Bimbo Academy in this video (not by name, and if you somehow see this Celestina, sorry for blowing up your spot!). I bring this up because PBA actually reached out to me like two weeks ago. We had an extremely brief conversation. He lost all interest as soon as he realized my blog isn't primarily about real life bimbos and, like Celestina, I don't believe bimbos are really a real life thing. This is the reason for my last text post (now pinned).

Up until this point I didn't realize Pink Bimbo Academy was a guy, or extremely weird. He's one of those bimbo enthusiasts that genuinely believes every woman should be a bimbo, unless they're trans that is, because according to him a bimbo can't have a penis or possess any "masculine" qualities. He seems to view bimbofication less as a fetish and more of a means to an end. To him, bimbos are the peak of femininity and bimbofication only helps women to become more of who they're "biologically" meant to be. He has entire rants against feminism up on his website and aspires to create an actual real-life bimbo finishing school, like he's a super villain or some shit, like the antagonist of every school-set bimbofication story come to life. And unfortunately, he's basically the resource for bimbofication online. I have to assume not everyone that follows his guides reads all his posts and FAQ but its more than disappointing to have a transphobe be one of the main vanguards of this fetish today.

Anyway, I can't recommend Celestina's video enough. Its a bit long but all worth watching and has made the prospect of writing this book exciting again. I would suggest this video of hers too:

Post-script: After over an hour of writing all of this I realized I actually did something extremely stupid here. Celestina follows me on here, possibly one of the first people to follow me. I kept wondering why one of her icons looked so familiar and it took me until literally just now to figure it out. I hope she doesn't mind the plug, because you all should follow her too!

@celestinablooms Twitter Instagram

[lillianna1331]

Master always says its my choice to be brainwashed, that he's only helping me do what I asked for. He would never do anything I didn't want. So, I wanted to be a brainwashed slutty slave. I wanted my cunt to be in control. I didn't want to be a successful woman anymore. All I want is to feel more and more and more pleasure. Being a slave is so much more fun, and master is just trying to help me.

I choose and want to follow his commands to become the best brainwashed slutty slave for him. I must keep doing what he says.

[pretty-kitten-paw]

(Thick bimbos keep winning)

[qtpups]

okay idk why but i thought of this and i can’t stop thinking about it. we all know tommy lee has a thing for blondes, especially back in the day so imagine being his little bimbo toy he shows off to everyone. i feel like he’s a big guy for tits, and loves to touch yours all the time and has a weakness for tit jobs. idk i can’t stop thinking about being a slutty pair of tits for him🐾

[haveyouheardofthisfetish]

(art by sortimid on deviantart)

[arithadoll]

sitting on my bed while listening to my subliminal playlist on my Macbook, updating my Pinterest boards, drinking cold water and overall getting ready for 2024~

[pretty-kitten-paw]

Bimbo doll continued

[bimtheory]

I have not been taking great notes in my ridiculous long-drawn-out research. Or maybe it's more accurate to say, I've only been taking notes, and as a result the book I'm supposed to writing has become increasingly overwhelming. So, from now on I've decided I'm going to post my annotations and ideas on here. @understandingbimbos seems to be in shambles a bit, and being able to reply on here makes things more efficient anyway.

So, for starters. I've been reading Dworkin, currently Intercourse. The following excerpts are from the preface of the second edition. Then I'll probably continue in follow-up posts going chapter by chapter, section by section.

How this relates to a fetish like bimbofication should be obvious. Not all bimbofication stories include a controller, but MANY of them do, especially some of the earliest stories. And even if they don't include a controller, or even a transformation, bimbo stories often fetishize the power imbalance of high vs. low (subdued intentionally, or not) intelligence. And, in that way, bimbofication can be seen as the ultimate culmination of dominance and inequality as erotic.

Force is a natural and inevitable part of most bimbofication stories. There are instances of consensual bimbofication in writing (and, arguably, numerous instances in the real world) but I honestly couldn't tell you about them, because I go out of my way to avoid them. There's a chance I'd enjoy consensual bimbofication stories if I gave them a chance, but the idea bores me. At the same time though, I'm not a huge fan of stories with controllers -- or rather, stories that feature the controller prominently. Although it is, assumingly, part of the appeal for people in the BD/SM sector of this fetish that play out bimbofication IRL -- the idea of personally turning women into dumb sex freaks (or even role-playing/self-inserting as a character who does that) is of zero interest to me.

My disinterest in consensual transformation has more to do with the inherent uselessness of it all, at least for me. With consent there's no struggle, and if there's no struggle, has there really been a transformation? Sort of a "Bimbo of Theseus" thing, I guess. I do like bimbos on their own, sans transformation, but if I just wanted bimbos I would not be reading a bimbofication story. The transformation is the whole point, the hottest part. Some of the best bimbofication stories I've read are JUST transformation, with little to no actual sex. Similar sentiments were shared by Tebra (May they rest in peace) and some fans in the comments of a Patreon post.

Put simply, there is no transformation if there's no transformation. Bimbofication (in fiction, at least) implies a physical change as well as a mental one. We should be able to see and experience a material change in how this character acts, feels, talks, and lives. Instead of just being told "they're dumb and have big tits now". There is no point to a bimbofication story if the bimbo springs from the character's former self fully formed like some slutty Birth of Venus.

Here's a very simple but effective example from Downing Street:

And another, a bit further down, from the same story:

There are discrepancies between her thoughts and actions, signs of struggle, and once there are no discrepancies left a transformation will have taken place. And in the case of bimbofication stories one could make the (flimsy and morally dubious) argument that consent is gained in transformation. A lot of stories, including pretty much all my personal favorites, focus on the perspective of the woman as she slips further and further into debauchery and pursuing personal pleasure. Bimbofication stories almost always end with the woman happier and more satisfied than she started. Of course, one could also easily argue this is just rape with multiple steps. Or coercion, but I'm pretty sure that's just rape too.

How you feel about and view it is up to you. I've read bimbofication stories that have bored me, and I've read bimbofication stories that have grossed me out. Execution plays a part as much as content.

Finally, here's another excerpt of my annotations from the preface. I think it speaks for itself.

[understandingbimbos]

years later (and it hurts me to say this, but it has been years) i think one of the things that annoyed me the most about bimbotok (besides the blatant spread of misinformation, making a joke of feminism, and spreading harmful ideas+content to minors...) was the flattening of the bimbo aesthetic to a bad ariana grande impression and a poor implementation (and misunderstanding) of y2k fashion.

you see it in spades on tumblr now, even with the blocked tags. "female manipulator," "coquette aesthetic," "dollete core," "girl interrupted syndrome," lana del rey, it's all nonsense that for some reason has gotten wrapped up with and conflated with bimboism.

i read a not terrible article on bimbo-couture about bimbotok and gatekeeping. it deals with the irl bimbo community which, as i've been saying, is not my forte but it bleeds over and in our failure to gatekeep bimbofication (and bimbos) we've just let it be pigenholed in a different ways by others. bimbofication is not more diverse or varied now its just a vague mess of gender essentialism and like, eating disorder chic. all these girls talk about how they're porcelain dolls and soft little fertile white lambs. they listen to lana del rey and glamorize abusive relationships, mindlessly buying into consumerism as their birthright. it's garbage.

im not saying the kink community as is was alright but at least it was catering to adult women about adult things, and "bimbo" meant "bimbo". now "bimbo" means "hot girl" and all girls are "hot" because all girls are beautiful. to be a girl is to be beautiful, and if you're not beautiful you're not a girl. this is where we're at. this is what it's come down to. "on wednesdays we wear pink," because that's what girls do. that's bimbo. because bimbo = girl.

its seriously infuriating. at least when bimbo was being used as a pejorative or just completely fully associated with fetishism there was a distinction, there was an understanding that's been obscured now. for those of us this matters to, you could name a character or person who wasn't blonde and never wore pink and had the smallest tits in the world as an example of a bimbo and this would be ubiquitously understood. because we knew it wasnt just blonde and pink. or blonde and tits. or "girl". we understood bimbo to mean stupid, sexual, playful -- regardless of what form it took, a bimbo by any other name. not just "hot" but flirty. not just dumb but fun, frivolous, the party girl.

it feels like that's been lost now and the result hasn't been more bimbos in more styles doing more things but less bimbos in less styles doing less things. and its been like that for 5 years now. here's to 2025.

[fat-house-cat-vibes]

A fat bimbo like you needs someone to take care of you every day ~ making sure you’re constantly full, high and pleasured until there’s nothing left in that head but thoughts of your next meal ❤️

Pleeeeease!!!! I'll keep the house so tidy while you're away and keep my belly full for you and play games and greet you when you get home! (Just minus the getting high part^^" I don't like that stuff plus my meds don't mix with it)

[pretty-kitten-paw]

I don't know how did you guess my favourite colour?

You must be psychic!

[princessdaddie]

out tonight and these lights hit different