*giggles*

These days, they do a kind of automatic bonding process, where the magic in them connects with the target, and then applies to the subject. You see, it has to do with the mana field within the potion and the mana field of the individual, and the relative resonance of the two. You see—

Well, yes, yes, it's all very technical. I was getting the feeling some of it was going over your head, but you didn't have to stop me like that. I guess, suffice to say, it won't do anything if she just drinks it like this.

Ok, so, how it actually works is you need to drink it first, just a little bit of it, a mouthful. Then you slowly swirl it around in your mouth to make sure it gets everywhere and picks up as much of you as possible. You want to really mix it with your essence.

Do it in front of me, please, so I can be sure you're doing it right. I don't want anything to go wrong.

There. Just like that. Look in my eyes. Good. I can see that it's working. Smile for me. I can see it in your eyes.

Friday night, Mean Friend texted me saying he was at an event down road, and teased me about how easily it would be for him to swing by. I told him my roommate was home and that I’d need time to prepare. 

I think you’re just nervous, he said, come outside in ten minutes. Worst case scenario we go for a short drive and catch up.

I got in his car and he immediately started questioning me about the previous night.

What did you do last night?

“Sucked dick,” I said shyly.

Sucked dick and that’s it?

Sucked dick for weed.

Sucked dick for weed. Wow. What a horny, needy slut you are. Aren’t you, dear?

Yes, Sir.

He grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled my head towards him.

Say it.

I’m a horny, needy slut, Sir.

Good.

He drove with both eyes ahead of him, making turns that led to places I wasn’t familiar with. I tried to keep track in my head where we were going–he hadn’t told me the whole plan.

He started talking to me. He does that when we’re in a scene. When I’m dropped so far into subspace that I can barely answer he turns his voice into a metronome, keeping in time with beats like a mental dance between us. I dropped down and lost sense of what words he was using, but he kept his tone, the voice that makes me sink down and forget everything around me. 

He grabbed my hand and put it on his pants. I could feel his hard cock just below the fabric. He instructed me to stroke it, and I did. He peppered in some trigger phrases to the words coming out of his mouth which I picked up on. He snapped his fingers in my ear and I’d squeeze tighter around his cock, moaning freely like I could feel it in my cunt. He teased me, pointing out how badly he knew I wanted to be fucked with it again.

You are just a horny, needy slut.

Yes, Sir.

What are you?

Horny, needy slut.

What are you?

Horny, needy slut, Sir.

He pulled into the parking lot of a bar not far from home. It was mostly empty with dim lighting in certain areas. He pulled into a dark space and pulled out his cock, making me feel it, skin to skin, while I edged thinking about it fucking my cunt.

Say it.

Horny, needy slut.

That’s right. Don’t stop.

Horny, needy slut. I’m a horny, needy slut.

He reclined the driver seat and started jerking himself off, humiliating me and reminding me of my place the whole time.

I could take you out there right now and fuck you on the hood of this car. Just bend you over and fuck you because you’re a…

Horny, needy slut.

That’s right, a horny, needy slut.

I cursed and started begging for permission to cum. I sobbed. I wanted it so fucking bad and he knew it but he made me wait and continue to tell him what I am. I said it crying loudly. 

Horny, needy slut.

I panicked and looked around the car for anyone outside who could see or hear us. I didn’t see anything but I was shaking with fear. I couldn’t control my body.

Finally, we both built up our orgasms so much that when he let me cum, I wasn’t being touched in any way. I had been twitching and jolting my body from the anticipation. When he finally let me, I came hard and let out a loud cry. He came, as well.

Horny, needy slut.

I get a lot of messages from girls asking me if someone like them could ever be a bimbo, and I have to say the answer is a universal yes. There's no limitations on if a girl can become a dumb, sexy bimbo doll!

For every girl who's asked me if she's too big to be a bimbo, there's a girl who's asked me if they're too skinny to be a bimbo.

For every girl who's asked me if they're too short to be a bimbo, there's a girl who's asked me if they're too tall to be a bimbo.

"I am a Bimbo!"

I also went from “I could never be a bimbo” to a bimbo, look:

A… silicone scented perfume. You know, one that’d make you smell like a freshly-unboxed sextoy

And… you know… each spritz staying for longer and longer…

And before you know it, the places where you’ve been spritzing it have a strange, delicate sheen to them, as if they were a bit too smooth and delicate. And why do they smell like that? You’ve just showered?

Oh well, you like feeling like a toy, right? You wouldn’t have bought that perfume otherwise. So, you continue spritzing and smelling like a sex toy.

Then, one day, you squeeze your boob as you’re edging to some hot porn and it feels… strange. A bit harder, maybe? Still soft and gropable… just… a little less human? And bigger? And… mnnnff shinier

Well, you’re not stupid, are you? At least not as stupid as you wish you were. You realize what’s going on, what the perfume is doing…

And so, you strip naked, take the whole bottle and spritz yourself head to toe. Then you spread, lay down on your bed and wait for the friend you’ve texted to come and use your increasingly plastic holes.

You feel the plastic spreading, the natural fat in your tits turning into silicone and growing twice as large. So tight, sitting high up your chest unnaturally,even as you’re laying down. So fake… so round and squishable.

Your ass and hips getting filled up, widening to be perfectly grabbable, your lips, your wonderful lips, opening up and filling with the same, soft-yet-unnatural silicone on the inside.

And all of your skin turns shiny and plastic, as desire, sweet lust and desire, overwhelm hunger or thirst, suddenly becoming the only thing on your mind.

You move and writhe and moan, as your new existence as a barely-human sex doll crystalizes and completes, needy, horny, plastic and fake.

A doorbell rings, you jump to your feet, unable to wait on your bed any longer, perhaps surprised at your continued ability to move. You move towards the door, hips swaying and boobs firmly settled in one spot, not jiggling even the tiniest bit.

And as you open the door, the smell of silicone fills your friend’s nose immediately, as they realize just how fuckable and usable you have become. And so they pick you up, silicone being much lighter than flesh after all, and pin you against the wall, as your mind short circuits and turns silicone too.

inspired by my new tits

having 1. more time than you know what to do with 2. being outrageously horny bc you are medically not allowed to cum and 3. being roughly 2% silicone by bodyweight really makes the sexdoll fantasies flourish in my head