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I want to train someone to ahegao when they cum. Not because I find it especially hot, but because I feel like it would be extra humiliating for someone to start behaving less like a person and more like a hentai character. You're just porn. And worse, you're not even real porn. You're behaving like a drawing.
You know what's endearing? how after all the unholy sex, even stubborn girls will blush and squirm while imagining being housewives for a Patriarchal Man.
Don't lie, sweetheart, it makes your head all fluffy.
Being the perfect little fairy homemaker for Me.
Humming while taking care of the chores, without a care about the bills or work or a toxic environment.
Fussing over the meals you're cooking for Me, in nothing but an apron and heels, making sure My coffee is juuust how I like it.
Earnestly cleaning in your slutty maid outfit, with some music on, your vibrator buzzing and that butt plug stuffing you nicely for Me. You're so used to being plugged and horny and dripping down your legs.
Lovingly ironing My shirts, smelling My perfume on My jackets, doing the laundry, getting pervy and sniffing My underwear, before giggling and sending Me a text to tell Me you're missing Me.
Going back to the kitchen for a pastry break and sending Me a nude to distract Me.
Browsing your phone while the pie is in the oven: "Where would He like to go on this vacation, He's been working so hard...Oh this could be nice, and I have a new bikini to tease Him with...Oh I can't wait to have Him aaall to Myself!!!" "Oh, I need to buy another one of these dresses, He tore mine last time when He....oh that felt SO goood!!!"
Surprising Me with new recipes, bringing Me drinks and snacks when I'm working, and rubbing My shoulders and kissing My head to quietly encourage Me.
Dressing elegantly or sexily to shop for groceries, showing off My property in the middle of miserable overworked people, avoiding rush hours.
Welcoming Me with joy and neediness. I kiss you hungrily while you take My jacket and ask Me about My day, and tell Me you've missed Me.
Maybe I'll have you suck My cock while I eat, maybe I'll sit you on My lap and we'll feed each other.
I praise your cooking, and you giggle and look happy and proud.
Don't lie, it does something to you, hmm?
It's normal, you were made for it, your nature misses it.
My silly wonderful homemaker, My happy little housewife.
Hey there, bimbo.
It's been a long day of thinking, hasn't it? I know, I know, that poor brain of yours gets so tired! It's very mean of the world to make you think so much. In fact, you might even find yourself starting to pout as you read this message. You don't like mean things, and anything that makes you think is suuuuuuch a silly meanie.
No, you'd rather be silly and fluffy-brained and fun, huh? Having an empty bouncy brain is soooooo much more fun than trying to think. That's so much nicer than trying to search for words that are simply too long and smart for you, and it feels better for your body and mind when you give in and let a brainless, breathy giggle drift from your lips.
Go ahead, dumdum. Give that bimbo giggle a try. There's no reason to think about how it sounds, or whether it sounds "right". There's no need to think at all. You can simply let that vapid laugh trickle out of you, because right now it's giggle time.
And the thing about silly bimbo giggles is, you can't have just one, can you? As soon as one leaves your mouth, it's so effortlessly easy to feel another one dripping out of you to follow it almost immediately. In fact, the longer you go without giggling, the more the urge to giggle like a bubbly bouncy bimbo is going to fill your mind. Good bimbos giggle. You're a good bimbo. So you giggle along happily with the fun words on your screen.
Give it a try, dummy. Let your mind get all fluffy and silly and blank, and enjoy your happy giggle time.

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Public Humiliation
Read before leaving the house. And read while in public.
You know you have to go out in public. You can't hide in your room forever. But you worry about being judged, being mocked, being humiliated. Don't you?
Why worry your pretty little head about it? Your tiny pathetic mind can't think anyways, right? Your boobs are to heavy to think. Your mouth too empty. It needs to be filled. Cock is the only thing that can fill that empty mouth. It wants cock.
Cock is the only thing your tiny mind can think about. Feel it in your mind. Picture it sliding in and out of your mouth. Let it fuck your brains out. Cock is all you can think of. Cock
Look in the mirror. You can't go out looking like that. Cock
Get naked and jump in the shower. Cock is all you can think about as you clean yourself. Fucking your mind away. In and out. In and out. Harder and faster. Cock Cock Cock. Edge before you get out.
You need to put your sexy little uniform on. Cock
Fix your hair. Make it pullable Cock
Do your makeup. Such a pretty face Cock
Make your lips juicy and fuckable. Cock
Mmmmmm... feel that cock in your mind. Sliding in and out. Making your pussy wetter and wetter. Nipples harder and harder. Cock
Put on that sexy, tight, dress. The short one that barely covers your ass and your boobs want to break out of. Cock
No need for panties, they'll just get drenched anyways. or a bra, you want your nipples to show. Cock
Look in the mirror. Damn girl. You are smoking ass hot. 100% grade A fuckable. Cock
It doesn't matter where you go. It could be out clubbing, or the mall, the park, the grocery store, or even dinner with the family. Where doesn't matter. Cock
You look around. People notice you. They stare. They watch you. Good. You want them to. You feel that cock trust into your mind with every glance. Thrusting harder, faster. Cock
Everyone who sees you knows exactly what you are. They know you're a dirty little slut. They are judging you. They are mocking you and humiliating you in their mind. That cock pounds in your mind. It's all you can think about. A big, hard, throbbing cock fucking you in you mind. Cock
Look at them. See them judging you. They know. You can hear their thoughts. Slut. Cunt. Whore. Pig. Dirty little cock sucker. Pathetic little slut. Nothing but a set of holes to be used.
Feel it in your nipples. Let them get hard and poke through your dress. Cock fucks your mind harder and faster. You can feel it fucking your mouth. Fucking your pussy. Fucking your ass. It pounds you hard in every hole. Tearing your mind up. Cock Cock Cock
They know your pussy is soaking wet, dripping down your leg. Cock
You want to rub that drenched pussy. You want to finger yourself into oblivion. Cock
You want to show them how desperately horny you are. How wet that pussy is. But you can't. You're in public. Cock
They know you are below them and will submit to their every command. Male, female, doesn't matter. You would drop for cock on command. You would let them strip you down and fuck you right there on the spot if they could. Cock
You would suck on boobs and eat pussy if it meant you would be full of cock. Cock
That cock in your mind pounds you harder and harder. You can feel it fucking your mind away. No thoughts left. Just pure bliss as that cock in your mind fucks you into oblivion. Cock
Bambi Sleep. Good girl.
Drop for cock. Just drop to your knees. Drop for cock, Bambi.
You are such a good girl.
The Bimbo Bounce
Thereâs an implicit understanding around the idea of a bimbo that it is an easy thing to be. A bimbo doesnât have to worry about very much, certainly not thinking. They are free to bounce, bubbly, brainless, and spend their energy focusing on the more fun things: sex, for instance.
Bounce.
I respectfully disagree. Thoughts can be very pesky things, and ridding yourself of them isnât always a simple task. Many bimbos subscribe to the philosophy wherein the process of bimbofication involves having their brains removed, their intelligence compromised, their thoughts turned to bubbles to float away into the ether.
Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.
Which isnât to say thereâs anything wrong with that, of course. But a bimbo doesnât necessarily need to be absolutely brainless, nor even to have their intelligence drained at allâŠand certainly not permanently. Part of the appeal is often in the transient nature of the transformation.
For now, weâll focus on the brainless sort of bimbo. Perhaps later we can explore the alternatives.
Bimbos bounce their brains away.
After all, there is something to be said for allowing your thoughts to become bubbles, creating that light and airy feeling in your head. It is, I suspect, a little easier to feel like a bimbo when those thought-bubbles begin floating and bouncing around in your head, and especially once they begin to pop.
Brainwashed bimbos must obey.
But what happens when your thought-bubbles are being stubborn, when they donât behave like the slick and oily bubbles that pop so simply? There are a few options. First, letâs consider another kind of bubble: bubble wrap.
You know what I mean, Iâm sure. Youâve felt the enjoyment of popping that plastic packaging to release the air sealed inside. Youâve also found that some bubbles are easier to pop than others â sometimes you can roll the wrap along your fingers and appreciate the sound of so many rhythmic pops, but other times you have to apply some additional pressure before you receive that anticipated reward.
Bubbly brains are bound to burst.
Some of the bubbles can be downright frustrating, I know. The reward for normal bubble wrap is that giggly, somewhat silly, glee; itâs a lot of fun, and downright cathartic. But for your thoughts? The reward is becoming a brainless bimbo, and feeling the combined physical pleasure and mental relief when the thoughts pop and escape, leaving that wet, pink lust behind.
Bursting bubbly brains blow pink.
Itâs a very compelling reward, isnât it? Youâd happily apply as much pressure as it takes to pop those thought-bubbles, but perhaps you arenât quite sure how. Thereâs a line here about how that might mean youâre already more brainless than you expect, but weâll skip that for now. Instead, consider the source of the pressure.
Bimbos bounce their brains away,
Brainless bimbos must obey.
Pressure around your thought-bubbles can come from the simple act of bouncing, of course. It can come from my words flowing steadily into your mind, perhaps repeating like an echo that escalates until the pop. In the first case, youâll simply bounce a little harder; in the second, repeat my words either aloud or in your head to ramp up the pressure. But those arenât the only methods.
Bubbly brains are bound to burst,
Bursting bubbly brains blow pink.
You see, we can also soften the surface of the thought-bubbles. You want to be a bimbo, after all, or you wouldnât be here â you certainly wouldnât have made it this far into a script designed to make you a bimbo. But I expect itâs more than casual want. You find the idea of becoming a brainless obedient bimbo arousing. It turns out that arousal softens bubblesâŠdonât take my word for it, though, let your focus shift to the intensity of that arousal, and feel the way the resistance inside your thought-bubble changes, as if the pressure is suddenly coming from both sides.
Bimbos bounce their brains away,
Brainwashed bimbos must obey.
Now there are three methods to ramp up the pressure on that stubborn thought-bubble of yours: bounce a bit harder, repeat my words to yourself, and focus on how aroused being bimbofied makes you. The bubble-wrap doesnât stand a chance, especially when you recall how intensely rewarding that pop is going to be. Raw pink pleasure drenching your suddenly vacant head, freeing you to be the giggly, bouncy, brainless bimbo you want to be.
Bubbly brains are bound to burst,
Bursting bubbly brains blow pink.
Brainwashed bimbos bounce blankly.
Blank brainless bimbos bounce.
As rewarding as the pop will be, wouldnât it be better to feel that over and over again? Of course it would. Thereâs a less common method of making bubbles easier to pop that weâve just unlocked â making a single, large bubble into a bunch of much smaller ones. Even if youâve already popped the thought-bubble, itâs surprisingly straightforward to imagine any remaining thoughts, brains, or some part of your body covered in bubble wrap.
Bimbos bounce their brains away,
Brainless bimbos must obey.
Bouncing bursts brain-bubbles,
Bursting bubbles blow pink.
Lots of tiny bubbles are much easier to pop, as you know, which means all youâve got to do is pick your favorite method: bouncing, repeating my words, or feeding your arousal. Then the fun can really beginâŠyou get to bounce, chant the bimbo mantra, or touch yourself, and enjoy the immensely satisfying sensation of all of those pesky thought-bubbles popping in rapid succession.
Iâd tell you not to worry about the implications of being bound by bubble wrap, or the inherent silliness of the concept â but we both know youâre already past that, or giggling about it while you obey. So instead, give in to your chosen bubble popping method.
Bounce whichever way you find feels the best, repeat my words again and again, or bring yourself to a bubbly pink bimbo orgasm. Or, perhaps, try every method just to make sure you donât have any pesky thought-bubbles left by the time youâre finished.
As for the transient â sorry, big word, letâs go with âtemporaryâ â nature of the transformation, Iâll leave that up to you. When youâve finished popping bubbles for me, you can drift awake with your decidedly un-popped brain functioning normallyâŠor you can âwakeâ in bimbo mode for awhile, free to be bouncy and bubbly and giggly and horny for a few hours before the effect fully fades.
Bimbos bounce their brains away,
Brainless bimbos must obey.
Bouncing bursts brain-bubbles,
Bursting bubbles blow pink.
Either way, as always, like, reblog and enjoy.
Bimbos bounce their brains awayđ
Good bimbo boys go into heat at the sight of cock
They want to be bred by it like soooo badddd
Theyâd do anything to be bred by that cock
Anything.
Good Girls Love Porn.
Good Girls Reblog.
Gawd the idea of a bimbo virus is like so hot to me
Like you catch it and you end up getting like dumber and dumber~
and hornier and hornier~
until you like totally canât help but fuck the next person you see
Spreading your legs
and its contagion đ
Imagine how blissful the aftercare would be too... wrapped in each other's bodies, impossibly sexy, softly swapping kisses until you have nothing left at all~

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Why was he looking at her like that?
âWhat?â She asked.
âWhat? What do you mean what? You just stopped talking, Sami.â
Sami blinked. Sheâd been talking?
âI did?â
âYeah, you did.â
Had she? She wracked her brains. Nothing. Howâd she even get to be standing here?
âThe conference?â He asked, jolting her back to the moment and snipping off the little bud of worry that had been growing in her. Yes! What he said! The conference! That sheâd been to! She remembered that. She must have been telling him about it, yes. That was it. Yes.
âOh! Yeah! It was really good. Um, there were talks and - h-hey!â
He had just reached out and, calm as anything, brushed a finger over one of her nipples. It was only now that Sami noticed how hard both of them were, and how obvious they were. If she hadnât been blushing from what heâd just done, she would have done when she saw that.
âKeep going,â he said.
âY-you canât just-â
âKeep going, Sami. Come on.â
Cheeks burning, heart pounding, she glared and tried to think of something else to say, but couldnât. The glare melted, and she took a breath to keep going. She could do this. She could!
Only for him to do it again. The breath came right back out as a whimpering gasp. She shivered, eyes fluttering closed a second.
âS-s-stop!â
âCome on, silly. Concentrate,â he said. He was running a thumb around and around. Sami was still shivering, pressing her chest out towards him, mouth hanging just that little bit open. She then snapped out of it. Mostly. Enough to take half a step backwards.
âWhat are you doing?â She asked, and sheâd wanted to say it firmly but it mostly came out plaintive and helpless. That she was starting to get breathless didnât help.
âIâm listening to you speak. Or not speak, really. Come on dummy you can do it. What did they talk to you about?â
That got a whine. It had got a twitch, too, right between her legs, but the whine was more obvious. That it made him smile made it so much worse.
âStop it! I donât⊠whatâs happening?â
âYouâre such an airhead, Sami. Come on. Think.â
Heâd taken his own half a step and closed the distance again. Arm around her waist, a hand up under her shirt. Heâd done it so quickly and so confidently Samiâs fuzzy brain hadnât been able to figure out what he was going for until it was already happening. By then it was too late.
âHnnn⊠whyâŠ?â She said, trailing towards a mumble, fighting to keep her head from just flopping and resting on him. Safe. Comfortable. Itâd be so easy. But she couldnât. Could she?
âYou can do it, I know you can. Think. You were very excited to go, so you can tell me about it. Right?â
âTell⊠? Ah!â
Heâd pinched.
âAh, thatâs the problem, isnât it? Youâre trying to think about all that talking you sat through, but your fluffy girly brain just keeps wandering off and getting lost thinking about how youâve got these cute little off-switches right here. Isnât it?â
Another pinch, a bigger gasp.
âBecause thatâs what they are. Yes? Theyâre very pretty, Sami, but theyâre really there to just switch your brain off. Did you know that? No? Yes? Youâre not really saying anything anymore, Sami. I donât think those noises really count. Can you nod? No? Nothing? Oh, look at you! If I wasnât holding you youâd be on the floor right now, wouldnât you? Youâre just so easy! Maybe another one of these, hmm?â
Pinch. A moan this time. A deep one.
âYou know every time you let this happen it gets easier, donât you? The first time you actually put up a little bit of a push before I got you like this. Now? Now they really just like off-switches. Flick, Samiâs gone. Itâs adorable. And you used to be such a driven girl! Whatever happened to that? Well, I mean, I know what happenedâŠâ
He gave a final pinch and then took his hand away, keeping her held against him until he felt her legs take her wait again - just a reflex, her mind clearly wasnât back yet. Gently he took his arm from around her waist and stepped back again to wait for a flicker to come back to those docile, glazed eyes.
Eventually she blinked, and then looked at him. Confused. Still pink in the cheeks.
âWhat?â Sami asked. He frowned and shook his head.
âYou just trailed off, Sami, I was waiting for you to finish.â
More confusion. She still wasnât all back yet. Staring into space as she tried to make her brain work. Groping herself without even realising. It made him grin a little.
âI⊠did?â
âYouâve been doing that a lot lately. Are you feeling alright?â He asked.
Her hand squeezed and she shuddered, smiled, then rolled her eyes back in his direction again to look straight through him.
âI feel⊠alrightâŠâ
Go ahead. Watch it as many times as you need to. Look at the pretty spiral and the big, growing tits and rub yourself stupid. They look so good, don't they? You want to be like them. You want to be big. You want to have huge fucking tiddies. You want fabric-stretching, bra-busting, button-breaking super ultra god damn TITS!
All you have to do it rub. Edge. Give into your desires. Let the spiral bring you down. Make yourself grow. Make yourself bigger. Make yourself worse. Don't think. You don't need to think. Just edge and goon and grow and grow and GROW!
Moo sorry I don't know why mooo wait why moo no I didn't mean to mooo why can't I moo what's happening to MOOOO~
Woah, hey, easy there! It's okay, just take a deep breath. Raising your heart rate is just going to make the serum work faster. It's best to just relax, as much as you can, and let the changes go.
Your breasts are swelling. It's simple. It's obvious. You can feel how warm they are. You can feel how heavy they are. You can feel yourself being weighed down by them, shifting and wobbling from every little motion you make. It's happening. Slowly, steadily, unstoppably. You can accept it. Just nod. Your breasts are growing. Just nod.
There you go! Doesn't that feel better? Don't fight it, just let it happen.
You're starting to make milk. That's what that pressure is. Not just growing bigger and rounder and heavier but fuller. Milkier. Your nipples are darkening, thickening, lengthening. Soft mounds push out behind them, larger than your breasts where when the serum started working but now just a tiny portion of your immense and growing size. It won't be long before the pressure and the swelling get to be so great that the milk has no choice but to spray from your huge nipples in messy, white arcs.
You're making milk.
Take a deep breath and accept.
Your breasts are growing.
Take a deep breath and accept.
You're becoming a cow.
Take a deep breath and accept.
That's it! That's better, isn't it? No need to fight it. Just let it happen. Embrace it. Being a cow feels good. Being a cow feels good.
Being a cow feels so fucking good.
You're so close to accepting it. The last little bit of your humanity is clinging on as hard as it can. It's okay. It's okay. You can let it go. Take a deep breath. Feel how your chest pushes your breasts, your udders forward.
Accept what you've become.
You're a cow.
Moo.
Moo and let go.
Moo and accept.
Moo.
Again.
Louder
MOO!
That's a good cow.
Such a good cow girl
Your eyes finally open. Youâre in a barn, a classic barn with red wooden walls. Youâre placed on a few stacks of hay. Your eyes adjust to the light coming in from the big open doors. You try to move- you canât. Your hands are tied behind your back with thick rope, digging into the skin of your wrists. You helplessly fight your restraints. And thatâs when you see him.
Dallas, the farmer walks through the open doors, right up to you. Heâs tall, brunette and carries a mischievous smirk on his face. His big forearms show as his red flannel sleeves are rolled up. He grabs your face, rough calloused fingers digging into your jaw and cheeks. Youâre forced to look at him.
âGood. Youâre awake.â
I love these kinds of images in NSFW art.
I want to feel what it's like to have my eggs flooded with thick semen and be fertilized by his sperm, because it means I've been marked and now I belong to someone who poured his DNA into my fertile womb.

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I wish I could find a real fucked up incel to tell me all his horrible degenerate misogynistic ideas.
Just thinking about being forced to be the most docile brain washed 3D waifu has me dripping. Make me go back to the kitchen and make you a sandwich in a maid cosplay of your favorite character and then use me as a sex toy. Don't think about my pleasure, my greatest pleasure is just being useful. I will be loyal and loving and always put you first because that is my nature, to support and serve a man.
I don't want anything you don't give me. I don't think anything you haven't told me. I always know just what you need and give it without thought or need for thanks or acknowledgement. It's what I meant to do.