Bimbo Transformation

“uuhhhh” *PULSE* C-cup

Ohhh my god, this fe~elssss amaaaziiing!” *EXPAND* DD-cup

Picture Perfect

By Apollo

Dorian was so excited by her Final Art Project. The task: to draw an exaggerated version of yourself, as detailed as possible, utilizing shade, perspective and contrast. A close second in her excitement was the chance for her to use some new fountain pens that she’d just bought online. Her art professor gave the class two days to complete the exaggerated portrait, but Dorian’s excitement got the better of her, and she couldn’t wait to get started.

As soon as she got home, Dorian took off her jacket, and placed it in her closet. Her OCD would never allow her to have anything out of place. Even the tassels on her rug were straight and as orderly as possible. Dorian looked at herself in the mirror. She looked herself over, partially giving in to her OCD, analyzing herself, critiquing, and criticizing a little, as she looked at her full form. Never much of a looker, her limp brown hair hung just below her narrow shoulders, which framed her 30B-26-28 body. The fact that she was 5’10 didn’t help matters either. But, art was Dorian’s escape. She could lose herself in her drawings, and get all the praise for them, praise that her looks never did.

Dorian excitedly unwrapped her new drawing pens. She thought that the fountain pen aspect of them would help her create some unique shading that her other classmates wouldn’t think of. Looking the pen over, she noticed the unique craftsmanship, and the characters on the body of the pen. She carefully filled the pen with the pre-supplied ink. “Ouch!”, Dorian yelped in surprise. She pulled back her thumb and noticed a small dollop of blood on her thumb. She must’ve pricked herself on the pen somehow. She sucked it to stop the bleeding, and walked away to look for her first-aid kit in her bathroom. She never noticed a few drops of her blood had dripped into the ink bowl, and some seemed to be absorbed into the pen itself. When Dorian returned to her easel, she paused for a moment to consider what exactly she was drawing. Her art professor simply asked the class to draw an exaggerated version of themselves. He left the interpretation up to them. On the way out of class she heard some of the guys talking amongst each other, discussing their ideas. Some planned on drawing themselves as super-heroes, some of the goth students were planning to go a more supernatural route. But, as she sat there and thought back to her reflection, she decided on a different route. She would draw the most over-the-top sexpot she could think of. Nothing would be more “exaggerated” than that, right? So, after closing her eyes for a few moments to paint the mental picture, Dorian began drawing. She drew and she drew, making an over-sexed version of herself that would make Betty Page hang her head in shame.

Minutes turned to hours as she added as much detail as possible. Her drawn bodily dimensions would put any mortal woman to shame, with a look on her face that would entice a monk. Four hours later, she wiped her brow, and smiled as she knew she’d finished her masterpiece. She threw a sheet over it, and left it to dry. “I can’t wait for the Professor to see this one”.

Dorian showered and put on an oversized T-Shirt and pajama pants, but instead of returning to bed, Dorian sat on her second-hand apartment couch, still bustling with nervous energy. “Man, I don’t know what got into me. It was like I was possessed.”, Dorian spoke to herself as she looked back at her covered portrait in the other room. She was unable to stop thinking about it. “Now, I’m thirsty.”, Dorian thought as she walked into her kitchen as she checked on her thumb, and absent-mindedly sucked it a bit to make sure she’d stopped bleeding. She poured herself something to drink and sat back on her couch to watch some late night television. Nothing caught her attention as she sat and drank. She finally turned her TV off and just enjoyed the quiet of her apartment. Again, her gaze was drawn to her covered portrait. “I do hope the boys like the picture”, Dorian giggled aloud. The sound of her giggling caught Dorian off guard, it was something she hadn’t done since she was in elementary school. She drank more from her cup, and it hit her. She’d grabbed the vodka from the bottom shelf. She was never a drinker, in fact the bottle of vodka actually belonged to a friend who’d left it there. But here she was, drinking it like it was water. And she was enjoying it, feeling very relaxed. Not drunk or out of control, just a warm feeling with a slight buzz. As soon as she finished her glassful, she quickly got up and grabbed the rest of the bottle. She plopped down on her couch, brushing a light brown curl of her hair from in front of her face, and sat back down on her couch to enjoy it the rest of it.

As the night got later and later, Dorian flipped through the channels on her TV. She’d watch a program for a few minutes, then flip to something else. She just couldn’t stay focused on just one program for some reason. There she sat on her couch, indian-style, flipping away. Every few minutes she flipped her increasingly curly hair out of her face. A curly strawberry blonde color that was just a deep brunette and straight just a few hours earlier. But, Dorian didn’t notice it a bit. She seemed unable to focus on anything for long enough to notice the changes in her. It wasn’t until Dorian suddenly felt short of breath that she saw any room for concern. “Oooh!”, Dorian spoke breathily as she looked down at her tight silk night shirt. “I just love how silk feels on my body, but I need to start buying some bigger ones. I’m about to bust this one wide open. She looked down, amused as she jutted her chest out, admiring how her 36Cs pushed against the material. In and out. In and out. She couldn’t help but smile, as she savored the sensation of the silk sliding across her nipples. She was rewarded with hardened nipples, as she giggled softly in response to her own sexual teasing. Somewhere in her head a voice whispered, “More giggling? I don’t do that…what’s going on? Something’s not right.”.

She got up and went into her bedroom to look at herself in her mirror again. She stepped around the articles of clothing in her room that she’d worn this past week, and looked at her full length vanity mirror. With her seductively pouty lips and a suspicious eye, she looked herself over. She enjoyed what she saw, but she just knew that something wasn’t familiar about what she was seeing. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. But, staring at herself, she couldn’t help but to admire herself. There she was, in all her glory. She smiled as she looked at her shape in the mirror. She loved the way her thighs tapered into her calves, as she looked at her legs in the silk boxers. She turned to the side and noticed, to her dismay, that her hips seemed to be stretching the shorts clearly past their breaking point. “Man, I need to stop all those late night ice cream sessions. My ass is getting big!”, she spoke aloud. “But, with an ass like this, the boys will only love me more!”. She then slapped her behind in admiration and watched her 36-inch ass jiggle slightly. Dorian then, almost instinctively, dipped herself down to imitate those “big booty girls” she’d watch in those rap videos she loved so much. The abrupt sound of her seams ripping only seemed to cheer Dorian on, as she smiled even more broadly. With a seemingly newfound seductive sway in her hips, Dorian made her way back down her hallway, sucking her thumb, with a sense of calm pride about herself.

Before sitting back in her living room, Dorian made a bee-line for her kitchen, overwhelmed with a new thirst for alcohol. She walked over to her makeshift bar, and pulled out her favorite brand of tequila. She ponied up to a stool, and started her drinking ritual. Salt? Check. Lime? Check. There she sat there entertaining herself. Licking the salt, downing a shot, and sucking on the lime. Clearly able to hold her liquor, Dorian was enjoying her time drinking. In fact, the only side effect of her drinking wasn’t intoxication, it just seemed to make her a bit more horny. Following her fifth shot, she dropped her lime into her chest. “Oh bother! I dropped it. Good thing I’ve got these babies to catch it.”, Dory spoke as she felt her 40D teat. With two hands, she roughly grabbed them, lowering her head to fish the lime out of her mammaries. Every time she touched them, she couldn’t seem to help massaging her breasts in the palm of her hands. She loved how her nipples seemed to be permanently hard as they protruded against her too tight silk top, her top button distressed as she ran her fingers around them. Dory pinched her nipple, forcing a shudder to run through her, which gave her an idea. Bringing her bountiful cleavage to her lips she licked a trail along them, before dousing the trail with salt. She then poured another shot for herself. With a seductive grin, she licked the salt away, threw the shot down, and rewarded herself with a playful tug on both her nipples, sending shockwaves through her entire body. Her eyelids fluttered as the sting of the alcohol met the erotic sting of her nipple-play.

The alcohol’s effect on Dory seemed to increase dramatically as she pounded shot after shot. Her mind fogged over, as she looked around her apartment, noticing what seemed familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Rainbows and ponies, ran up and down her walls, artwork she’d drawn in her free time, which was often. A giggle of contentment forced its way out of her swelled, pouty lips, looking at her pink walls, and the artwork she’d drawn upon it. Drawing was all she really did anymore. It was all she loved. That, and sexing any cute stud she happened to run into. The building superintendent gave Dory free reign to stay in that apartment, as long as she dressed sexy for him, and gave him the occasional BJ. And, with her love of BJs it seemed like a match made in heaven. She looked over to her covered easel, and smiled. “Boy, those boys think I’m just good think about when they jerk off…I can’t wait for them to see my art-stuff!”, she said aloud as she made her way back to her living room. Her 42-inch ass swayed in a seductive rhythm as she made her way back to the couch, stepping over the cute guy she’d met outside as he passed her apartment. “Damn it, DeeDee, you didn’t get his name, again!”, she chided herself. “Next time, okaysie…next time you’ll get his name before letting him in.” Another giggle escaped as her curled blonde hair tickled the middle of her back. She plopped down on her oversized couch, and just stared into space at the nude stranger she’d obviously had sex with recently. Her eyes glazed over as she sat there in an oversized V-neck T-Shirt that fought to keep her even larger tits under wraps. She could feel herself being turned on as she looked at the stranger lying on her floor passed-out drunk from the Vodka shots and exhausted from the love-making. She could still feel his semen and her own juices starting to trickle loose. She didn’t care that she wasn’t wearing underwear, it wasn’t the first time she spilled DNA on her couch. She hardly wore underwear, anyway. Her tongue slicked her lips as she began to touch herself. Her fingers were quickly moistened by the earlier orgasm-triggering session. She pulled on her nipple piercing which just intensified her carnally. She spread her legs as far as possible, just staring into space. DeeDee never needed much to get her off, just remembering the sexual thrashing she’d just put those two guys on the floor through was enough. Her gentle touch quickly got rougher as three, and then four fingers probed her. Lost in the moment, DeeDee ripped open the neck of her shirt and sucked on her veiny tit, which seemed to pulse with every sensation. With a love bite around her barbell piercing, DeeDee came violently, and passed out into a sexual haze.

Ten o’clock in the morning came, as DeeDee’s alarm went off. She popped off the couch with a newfound energy. She quickly showered and put on an obviously too tight T-Shirt that read “T*ts are for sucking”, and pink booty shorts. She teased up her hair, put on some dangling earrings and bracelets, grabbed her still-covered painting and headed for the door. “Damn, DeeDee. You could at least say good-bye…”, a playfully somber voice spoke, getting DeeDee’s attention. She turned around and found her busty female neighbor, playfully pouting as she laid alongside the two strangers she’d also picked up. DeeDee turned and smiled. “I’m sorry, I just don’t wanna be late. I need to get to class! Oh, and by the way…I haven’t been a DD since 10th Grade. See…”, DeeDee spoke as she squeezed one of her 42EE tits through her flimsy top, the flesh threatening to burst through the material. With a wink and a kiss, DeeDee ran down to her bright pink convertible, and drove off to the campus.

In class, DeeDee couldn’t sit still, so full of excitement to show off her artwork. Her massive tits bounced even more than usual, as she fidgeted in her seat. Finally it was her turn. She popped out of her seat, as all the men sat quietly in their seats, focused intently on whatever movements DeeDee made. More than a few men in the class found themselves covering their crotches, hoping no one would noticed their physical reaction to just how much “in lust” with DeeDee’s over-sexualized female form. Even the professor wasn’t immune to it. “Well, uh, DeeDee, what do you have for your project?”, Professor Grey asked, as he fought to stay professional. “Well, Mista Grey. I want you to know I worked extra-hard on this. I really really really wanted it to look nice, ya know?”, DeeDee spoke as she hung her still-covered artwork on the easel. “I wanted to show everybody that inside there’s more than these big tits and phat ass, ya know?!”. Professor Grey bristled at DeeDee’s language. As vulgar as she spoke at times, every word seemed like a vapid sexual proposition. “Here it goes!”, DeeDee flipped off the covering and the class froze. There in the painting was a tall, but slight girl, with narrow shoulders and limp brown hair. In the corner, DeeDee even named her piece of art. She named it “Dorian”.

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You know I like the whole “good girl gone bimbo”-routine, but there’s a big problem.

There’s tons and tons of content about this out there, but i haven’t found a place, where all these websites are linked. The TG community is organized much better, which is why I was into TG content in the first place.

So I thought about opening my own little link-library of good bimbo (non-tg) websites right here. This post will be updated whenever I find a website that I want to keep or recommend. I’m starting right now with a rather small collection, but I already know a few other pages to add soon. Feel free to recommend sites for this list. UPDATE JULY 2015: Sadly we’ve lost a lot of good blogs in the last year. I just updated the list to only include still available websites. UPDATE MAY 2016: Added some new blogs. Please recommend more new blogs to me. I know there have been some new ones lately, but I didn’t keep track. So message me for any additions . UPDATE APRIL 2017: Mostly added some stuff that was long due to be added and deleted some removed pages. The Bimbofication Subreddit has helped a lot.

Communities

Bimbofication Subreddit

Captions

Amiee’s Bimbo Stories Bimboization Bimbomatic Bimbo Transformations Bimbo Puppets And Playthings Bimbos and Dolls Bimbo Slave Pets (Mollypops23) Brains to Bimbos Catfish 27 Devil in the Details Control and Surrender Fantasy Transformations (mostly reposts) Jukebox (new) You can never read to many erotic stories… Mind Control and Bimbofication by The Fish  Mind Control Fantasies (WillbGone) Mind Under Master Moq’s Bimbo Fiction PhD Bimbo (seems inactive) Relattic Stills Remedial Education for young women Silly Bimbo Babes (new) Suck it Bimbo The Hands That Lead Their Only Purpose The Noble Robin (seems inactive) The Sane Scientist The Splash’s TFs and Mind Control Uplifting Tales for Aspiring Sluts Yellow cunt

TG-related Captions

(strictly bimbo-related) Evie’s Emporium Science Bimbo

Stories

BPAP (Bimbo Puppets and Playthings) checker Choose your own transformation Chrystal Wynd Downing Street Kris P. Kreme Limerick Lisa Teez MrGrey Pan The Hands That Lead (new) The Sympathetic Devil William Pratt Wesley King

Art/Comics

Amaz2k12 (new) Avaro56 BimboFans (Group) Checker 625 (inactive) Darkoshen Dynamoob morphed08 / Keshara Store Kimplants (new) LeticiaLatx (new) Mr_Phoenyxx (new) relattic (new) SitryAbyss (new) sortimid The6ovner TheGreatDaeo VipCaptions (new, even though it should have been here since the beginning)

Games

Bimbo Sequencer (sortimid) (new) Corruption of Champions (new) Girl Life (new) The Collar (new) Trap Quest (new) Trials in Tainted Space (new) SelectaCorp (new, untested) Virtual Vacation (new) Yes, Mr. Brown (new)

Training Sites (Non-Fictional)

General

Pink Bimbo Academy

dumbbutdelightful

Bimbo Dreams

Housewife

Aprons And Heels

Bimbo Housewife

Chained to the kitchen

Trophy Wife Abby

Women’s Work

Hypnosis/IQ Reduction

Bimbo Positivity

Big-titted Bimbo and reformed Feminist

Dumb Girls Rule

neural nets, pretty patterns

Real Bimbo Girls

It’s OK to Be a Bimbo

My wonderland…

S.J.

Dabbling Dummy

Bella Doll’s Blog

Kasmiras Bimbo Journey

I lost my mind.

Soft and Submissive

The Living Cartoon

The Ginger Bimbo

Loosing my mind and I like it

Not quite dreaming

Ditzy Baby Doll

just another dumb cunt

Fifty Shades of Blonde

Embarrass Me

Giggles and Gratitude

Well, I didn’t like the idea of no sound, so here’s something she might say if shew was a bimbo. -Bimboization

Hi everyone, so as you know I am going to try out some new breast growing pills. Nothing has really worked so far. I’ve tried messages, creams, other pills, but nothing has worked. The only real side effect to all those treatments was to make me really horny. My nipples have gotten really sensitive but other than that, no growth. So here we go.

Oh, wow, I can feel them start to grow. I only took  the pills like three minutes ago. Holly, wow, what a head rush. My head feels really fuzzy, but man are my boobs getting big.

Okay feeling a little better, and as you can see they have grown a couple of cup sizes. Not sure how I feel about this now. I mean big boobies are awesome! Wait did I say boobies. Oh well, but, like, guys will totally notice me now. I will finally fit into that bikini I bought weeks ago. Actually I might have to get a bigger one.

Hmm… oh right, these tits are going to make me so sexy.  Like I’m going to need to get lip gloss now, and ummm, some new shirts,

Huh… You know these really are big titties. I mean I could fit an enormous dick in here. Oh and in my mouth. That would be so cool. And then I could get two. No Three guys! Maybe four? Idk but I really need to get some dick though God I’m horny…

Written for neuralnetsandprettypatterns.tumblr.com, his files are great and I love listening to them! Go check them out!

October 21st

Hey everyone. I’m writing this because… Well, I’m not too sure. I know not many people go on my blog anyways, but I decided to just talk on here. I’ve found this new blog, and it’s a bit weird. Like, if you’re following me you know how much I love my academia. So you can imagine my surprise and interest when I was given a topic to write an essay about.

“Audio Hypnosis through Social Media: Does it exist and does it work?”

A very odd title, for sure. But it was interesting, the idea that someone could brainwash you without ever knowing your real name. Converting waves and waves of the masses… Virtually. Online, anonymously.

The idea is kinda arousing to me, but I’m not gonna let that get in the way. Feel free to suggest some blogs for me to check out, or audiofiles. Anything, because I don’t really have a clue on what to write about.

I’m gonna use this blog as a way to map out my thinking and what I can add to my essay, so sorry If you guys get a bit bogged down on it. I promise I won’t write too much, but you know how I get carried away!

Okay, I’m gonna go to bed and in the morning I’ll see what you guys suggest. See you then!

Signing off, psychologyscientist.

October 22nd

I’m back. And I’ve recieved a lot of messages from you guys, I didn’t know how much of my fanbase were into hypnosis and stuff of that nature. Also a lot of people telling me not to listen to them, which is odd.

I don’t believe that it actually works, and I promise that I won’t go too deep into it if it does work. I’m sure more people would know about this odd phenomenon. Anyways, I promise I’ll be careful, thanks for showing your concerns everyone!

Now onto the actual topic. The one I’ve been sent the most is… Addiction? Yeah, that’s the one. I’ve drawn up a plan as my actual essay is due on 11th November, which is a friday. So I’m going to listen to three different audio files, twice a day before I go to sleep and get up. Starting today until friday, I’ll be listening to Addiction.

The next two most popular ones were Brain Eraser 3 and Be an Ornament. I’m not surprised at how sexual these are, but next week it’ll be Brain Eraser 3 and then after that our last audio file. In the last week I’ll probably start to write up my actual essay whilst listening to the last file.

I’ve already listened to my first jab of Addiction, if you could call it that. Just now, before I wrote this post. It was certainly odd, but fun to listen to and actually kinda hot. Not gonna let that get in my way, though. I don’t believe I can actually get addicted to these, but we’ll see.

Signing off, psychologyscientist.

October 26th

Hey guys and girls! So I’ve been listening to Addiction quite a lot recently. On monday I decided to double my dosage of the audio file, it just felt right. It’s interesting to see if I’m actually getting addicted though. I don’t think I am, but I need to listen to the file more just to make sure.

To be honest I haven’t really noticed many effects since I’ve started. I have been finding myself staring at guys a lot more though, and especially at their crotches. There’s this little mantra I find myself saying in my head, it’s really cute.

1, 2, 3, 4

I’ll suck your dick and beg for more.

5, 6, 7, 8

Think of nothing but fellate.

Yeah, I know. It’s about sex and stuff, but we’re all adults on this blog! It’s really hot for some reason, I find myself saying it in my head all the time. It’s getting a bit hard to think, but I’m keeping on top of all my work.

October 28th

Okay, so it’s working.

I’ve listened to like, my first bout of the Brain Eraser 3 audiofile. The only problem is that I can’t stop listening to the other file as well now. Addiction. I’m actually addicted, and what’s even worse is that when I realised this I got so horny and I…

Masturbated to it. To the idea of being addicted, being forced to do it. It’s not my fault I find it super duper hot! It’s already getting like really hard to think and stuff when I listen to this new file, and I can only imagine how much worse it’s going to get.

So I’m taking advice on how to stop before it’s like, way too late. I know a lot of you showed concern, I need your help right NOW!!

See ya later, psychscientist

November 1st

So It’s the first of like, november I think. Which means it’s a wednesday!

Wait, no, tuesday. Sorry. It’s been getting increasingly hard to like think and stuff. My mind feels like a pink fog, I’m listening to like each audio file ten times a day. I have them on loop on my phone as I walk around on campus, I’ve been like bunking off lessons and stuff just because it makes my head hurt so much.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been like, watching and listening to other hypno stuff as well. Bimbo stuff. Cock worship. Oh god, every time I close my eyes I see a big thick juicy cock just waiting to be sucked dry of cum and… Ugh. My little head feels so cluttered and hard to think, like wading through a thick bubblegum swamp.

Even worse than that, I’ve been like… Changing and stuff. Physically. Not like my body but I’m dressing more and more differently and things. Like, When did I wear tight yoga pants? And walk around campus heading to a frat party every night dressed in a tiny pink minidress?

Luckily I’ve only blown like, one guy off, but all these shitty hypno shit is just shitting me up and shit. Shit, I said shit too many times. I can barely like, think of proper words. It’s killing me.

Like, signing off and stuff? Psychgirl

November 4th

Yup, it’s like totally getting worse. Walking around in skimpy crop-tops in WINTER?!?!?!

It’s like totally… Uh… Stupid! That’s it, totally stupid. God, I like can’t totally believe this is happening to me. How can I get this stupid freakin’ essay finished on time? It’s impossible, there’s like no way. And it’s so boring…

However, good news, I’ve like started on that last audio thingy… The ornament one. It’s so fun to watch, I love just drifting off into blank space when I like listen to it, totally. Stuff about uh… This really long word called diginity? Idk.

Like, anyways I was invited out to this frat party yesterday and I was sucking off this really big black guy and he said something like… Interview at Miami Nights? That’s the town’s stripper club. I’m totally gonna go down there, but I’m not too sure if my titties are big enough yet. They give all their girls free implants, a plastic srugeon has like a deal down there and it’s totally cool and stuff. I’m gonna get in contact next friday, that seems like a hot date.

Bye girls!! psychogirl

November 6th

So, I just got my hair done!!1 yeah, thats right. Platinum blonde baby, with pink hi-lites. Its so totally fucking sexy. All the guys are gonna fuck my hole so hard… this blog is gonna be such a hot porn blog, let me tell u gurls.

anyways in more important news, tomorrow im gonna get my lips all pplumped up and then on thursday it’s botox time!! i have to look good for my interview at the strip club, like totally right? anyway i dont have much to like talk about apart from all the cock ive been sucking and fucking ;)) u girls know what i mean, were all expertsr in it and stuff.

bye whores, psychoslut

November 7th

like, i can finally think again. someone pls help me. its so hard to think, totally. all i hear is giggles and sucking cock and cock and cum and cock and its so hot. look at my writing, look at like how totally wrong it is. save me!!1 pls, be4 i ruin myself. my lips are already so like totally messed up nd really big and plump now, i look like such a slut with how much makeupp im wearing. i can already feel thr urges cumming back, 2 watch thos audiofiles again. cant go back, wont go back, but its too much. too much fun, too addictive…

help me, my name isnt psychoslut, its psychoslut… no, wait… help, i cant remember, help me…

from psychoslut69

November 10th

hey babes!!!!!! i’m like totally sorry about furgetting this lil blogr and stuf, but its ben totz busy aroud here. just got my like, sexy fun fucktime job in the strip club11 its the one called miami knites. anyways im not surpose to talk about it but im getting some bigger bewbies and also ive got like this extra vip job where i go to the vip rooms and suck off rich guys for money $$$ its superduper great. like , now you guys need to listen to these sexy audio files and join me, i cant believe i thought they wouldnt work. Im so happy they did, they are like perfec for a babe like me. im also doin som fuckin on the side to get extra money, ive been buying loads of sexy knew cloves and some really blingy jewelerry that makes every guy look at me. so go look at those audiofiles NOWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry for being so angree, its just like i cant really control it. anyways i need to go suck next doors cock for a dollar, brb. okay im like back nd stuff. god his cock isnt super big but its still big enough, u know what i mean?? its also super thick, like a big meaty log, i just love getting all my dribble over it. the cock is super hot with that lil spit shine to it, likr right? also who da fuck came up with this shitty nam? im no sycko, im a sexy cmslut! that shuld be my new name. sexycumslut69. sunds perfecttto.alrite i need to go now sexy slut gurls cuz i need to go to funtime work and fucc loads of big juicy big wingwongs and stuf, also i need to listen tomore audiofiels1! I hope you lot hve been listening as wel, we cud have like a meetup where we all fuck eachothers brains out, that would be hawt.

You know I like the whole “good girl gone bimbo”-routine, but there’s a big problem.

There’s tons and tons of content about this out there, but i haven’t found a place, where all these websites are linked. The TG community is organized much better, which is why I was into TG content in the first place.

So I thought about opening my own little link-library of good bimbo (non-tg) websites right here. This post will be updated whenever I find a website that I want to keep or recommend. I’m starting right now with a rather small collection, but I already know a few other pages to add soon. Feel free to recommend sites for this list. UPDATE JULY 2015: Sadly we’ve lost a lot of good blogs in the last year. I just updated the list to only include still available websites.

Captions

Amiee’s Bimbo Stories Bimboization (seems inactive) Bimbomatic Bimbo Transformations (seems inactive) Bimbo Puppets And Playthings Bimbos and Dolls Bimbos with Boobs Brains to Bimbos Devil in the Details Living Lovedolls You can never read to many erotic stories… Mind Control and Bimbofication by The Fish  Moq’s Bimbo Fiction PhD Bimbo Relattic Stills Remedial Education for young women Suck it Bimbo Their Only Purpose The Noble Robin The Sane Scientist The Splash’s TFs and Mind Control Yellow cunt

TG-related Captions

(strictly bimbo-related) Evie’s Emporium Science Bimbo The Zoligomyst

Stories on EMCSA

BPAP (Bimbo Puppets and Playthings) checker Chrystal Wynd Downing Street Kris P. Kreme Limerick Lisa Teez MrGrey Pan The Sympathetic Devil William Pratt Wesley King

Art/Comics on DeviantArt

Hey guys, I don’t know where to draw the line. I respect women. I love them. They are beautiful and gentle and loving. Obviously this is generalizing, but bear with me. My point is that a lot of times I see bimbofication turn into something ugly. Where the women are objectified so much that you might as well buy a blow-up doll or go back to the days of slavery. To be fair I’ve been to that side of the genre and its been enough to turn me on and get me off, but at the end… after cumming and looking at the screen and at what attracted me; I feel quilt and remorse. I think “How the fuck did I find this attractive two seconds ago?” Then close the window as fast as possible and move on knowing I did it only to release my sexual tension. I guess that’s why I like written stories over real life bimbofication. In a story, the woman is left at that perfect state of pure blissful high of pleasure. The whole reason a woman should try and achieve bimbofication. Not solely for the gratification of the owner/master/mistress/boyfriend/whatever… but also to gain an equal measure of value and pleasure themselves. In real life bimbofication, I see women blow up their lips, ass, boobs, and face with silicon and plastic. 

This… This is the gray area. Where do you find what they do to themselves attractive or grotesque? I mean how far does beauty/attractiveness have to go? Does a woman have to get lips bigger than their thumbs so that they can barely talk and their only purpose is to suck cock? I mean just writing that has my cock stirring in anticipation. But in real life… having a woman actually do that and live with it… is it too much to ask? We always paint it so that their “partner” is wealthy and basically owns them and pays for the alterations. Is that real? If so, is it worth it? 

At the end of the day I don’t want to be a preacher. I just have doubts about my sexual interests. I wonder if maybe I’m a monster sometimes. Thinking of women in this way. Hoping and wishing that I had a girlfriend like these women, and then seeing it (at least in pictures) and being repulsed by the reality of it.

At the end of this essay, I want to ask my fellow writers and readers, what do you think? Re-blog with an answer if you feel the same or re-blog and answer if you feel different. However, I think it’s important to figure this out. Plus, as an incentive to my followers, I will be more motivated to write more if this dilemma is resolved.

I need advice,

Real life bimbofication has both parties in mind, the dom, and the bimbo, or bimbo and sub depending on whats there, where one wants to become a bimbo to further their own pleasure and the partner supporting this choice.  the bondage of being “forced” into it would all have to be in how the couple or group is, such as leaving off limits things and what they are only willing to go so far in. 

For myself personally, while some find the entire bimbofication genera degrading, I enjoy the ride and journey, with in mind that it is fiction, and if both parties are consenting in the case of real life bimbofication.  if one both groups agree to harsher, BDSM like terms, then that would be on them, and them alone.  If we respect them as humans then all should be good.  Thats at least how I feel on the subject in fairly poorly written terms.  I do understand that at a certain point, it does feel wrong, but keeping in mind that it would be consenting, it seems okay.  If there is an instance where in real bimbofication that some form of abuse was being used, then it would be a problem.

I hope this helps,