Eruption

Okay, it wasn't just me. There was usually at least one or two (out of twenty) in the office. And one of them usually was Luz. Luz didn't like working from home. She didn't like having to act as her own IT support. She didn't like the distractions. She thought working from home was some namby-pamby millenial shit.

Because she was in the office so much, I ended up talking to her. Not exactly the type of work-friend I wanted. She wasn't far off from retirement. She just wanted to make a little bit more money to supplement her husband's life insurance payout, and gossip about her co-workers. She had been working alongside these people for twenty-some years, so she cared a lot, even if they didn't come in that often anymore. But she talked about them a lot.

Honestly, I was bored out of my mind. The job was not hard. I had maybe 15 hours of work to fill my 40 hours a week. Which I had to spend in the office. I ended up browsing some sites that I'm pretty sure would make IT give me a talking-to. But I didn't fully go down the rabbit hole at work. I did it at home. I was at home when I found the dark web address for BimboTech.

Honestly, once I bought the Slow-Burn Coffee Creamer, it became kind of a game for me. A lot of days, it was just me and Luz, but not all days, and probably not most days. But when it was just me and Luz, I'd get her a coffee. Luz loved coffee, and she loved the way I made coffee, she decided. She started pouting on days where other people were in the office. "Its just kind of a pain in the butt to make nice coffee for so many people; its better for it to be a nice treat for just the two of us." I had explained -- I had worked in a coffee shop in college, that's how I knew how to make such nice coffee, which as far as she knew was true.

But slowly and surely, there were days when it was just me and her and the coffee. She started "working from home" if there were too many people in the office. Her workload wasn't much higher than mine, and if she couldn't get her coffee, she didn't care. The days she was here, she was still talking to me. A little less office gossip and lot more about her personal life. She was getting so horny now-a-days, and wasn't it so weird that her hair was getting its color back? She had gone in for a trim, and her stylist, whom she knew for nineteen years, didn't recognize her at all!

I ended up getting her a sex-toy from the BimboTech site, and convincing her to put in her retirement papers with the company. According to my boss's records, she did her last two weeks entirely from home. He hadn't come in that entire time. She didn't actually stop coming in. People thought the new girl in Luz's cubicle must have been Luz's replacement. Sandra thought it was hysterical that new-Luz was using old-Luz's desk!

It wasn't too long after that that Luz got too dumb and too horny to do her old job. Which suited me fine; it didn't sit with me right to have Luz do her old job and not draw a paycheck. She still came in everyday to the office, she just stayed beneath my desk the entire work day.

I have to admit, that once I started getting Sandy coffees when she came in to the office, it started having a knock-on effect, and male attendance on the 5th floor started returning to pre-COVID levels.

Hello and welcome all my fellow lovely, ditzy bimbos, all the bimbofiers we ought to be grateful to - as well as everyone else curious about the kink! There was, a long, long time ago, a huge master post with all the bimbo blogs in pre-purge tumblr. This is kind of like it, except a very early version! If your blog is missing - I either didn't include it through stupidity or ignorance, send me a DM or an ask with your blog and I'll see if it fits to be added to the list

To qualify, your blog cannot just be reblogs of pictures and nothing else from yourself (with the exception of archived blogs from pre-purge). Your page being majority AI-generated also disqualifies you from presence here (I permit the odd reblog/some occasional post).

If you have any feedback as to the tagging, structure, etc. - it's all welcome <3

1: Blogs who are bimbos!

@bimbosanddolls (stories + lifestyle)

@bottomheavybrainairy (bimbo + drone)

@whoremoansbimbo (general)

@goodgirlfuckdoll1 (lifestyle)

@cottonundiestf (stories)

@feli-bimbo-journey (lifestyle)

@lexxiesbimboboobs (lifestyle, me! yay!)

@xxbimbobratxx (general bimbo)

@kitzykat69 (petplay + bimbo)

@beingabimbo (general bimbo)

@pinkofatom (stories)

@lustfae (bimbo / hypno)

@deepgoonette (general bimbo, denial)

@sophiesbimbofantasy (lifestyle)

@airheadedashley (lifestyle)

@blushingbubbles (lifestyle)

@kitty-kat-kutie (lifestyle)

@lilibecomingsilli (lifestyle)

@low-iq-high-libido (lifestyle)

@mer-bimbo (lifestyle)

@reluctantbimbo (lifestyle)

@bexxidoll (lifestyle)

@thehandthatfollows (lifestyle)

to be continued - make sure to message me!

2: Blogs who make bimbos!

@stillvathek (stories + general, asks)

@thebimbowhisperer (stories)

@dumbbimbolove (bimbo lover)

@thehandthatleads02 (stories + lifestyle)

@slutforwholesomeness (gentle, stories + general)

@goodgirlfuckdoll1 ("good girls make more good girls")

@pinkofatom ("good girls make more good girls" + stories)

@thesympatheticdevil (stories)

@authorsadiethatcher (books and stories!)

@switchingdesires (bimbo + other kinks)

to be continued, make sure to message me!

3: Archive - Inactive, but preserved pre-purge/dead blogs

@timlustache

@bimboization

@bigboobiesthatwrite

@bimbotransformations

@catfish27 (semi-active)

@sjcharms (lifestyle)

@gingerbimbo (lifestyle)

@bigtittedcow (looots of reblogs from deactivated blogs)

@transformmeplease (probably one of my biggest inspirations to start writing)

@amiee-bee

@control-brain-delete

@relattic (OG list, BMO TV)

@bimbodreams (bimbo journey archive)

to be contniued, if you know any other old blogs, message me!

4: MCStories Authors

checker

Limerick

Downing-Street

Crystal-Wynd

Kris-P-Kreme

Lisa-Teez

MrGrey

Pan

TheHandsThatLead

WilliamPratt

Wesley-King

rbstorymorph

Kallie

to be contniued, if you know good authors, message me!

5: Non-tumblr blogs

https://kotep.xyz/

https://thehandsthatlead.blog/

<continued - please send reccomendations>

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That's it for now. What's in the future?

More blogs

Non-Ba*bi Hypnotists (currently I know like, four, that have bimbo content and I wish to have a larger list before I add them - IF YOU ARE OR KNOW BIMBO HYPNOTISTS THAT AREN'T "disney deer" - lmk)

“I didn’t drop out, I was kicked out, there’s a difference.”

“You were kicked out because you stopped going to class for a few months.”

“I’m not depressed,” Brayden said, annoyed.

“Oh, you’re not? But you stopped going to class and haven’t left your room for two weeks?”

“I was studying!”

“You couldn’t have studied in the classes? The classes your father and I paid for?” She said icily.

“I don’t get why you care, you’re not my mom.”

“I’ve been married to your father for nearly ten years. I’ve been married to him longer than he was married to your mother. I’m helping pay for your college! When are you going to get over your parents’ divorce and accept that I’m a part of your father’s life and that I do love you?”

The words hung in the air, uncomfortably. “I am not depressed; I was studying. I was studying something that they don’t offer classes in at school,” Brayden said after a few moments of silence.

"Well, your room's a mess, and you should clean it..." Jamie said, trying to not say the hurtful thing that was brewing in her mind.

"Seriously? You're telling me to clean my room? That's a little cliche, isn't it? And besides, a little mess is really not that important compared to what I'm working on."

Whatever patience Jamie had evaporated at that, "Oh, sure, you're working on the next Google up in here; the world can hardly wait for what you're working on. Nothing more important than that, I am sure!"

"Oh, you wanna see what I've been working on, do you?" Brayden grinned malevolently, "I was actually close to being done. I was planning on trying to use it on the Monroe twins down the street the next time they're back from school, but I suppose there isn't a reason to delay it."

He posed dramatically, with his hands in exact positions, and started chanting in a strange tongue. Jamie didn't know what it was -- After all very few people knew that ancient Harappan existed, and virtually no one knew what it sounded like. It was actually a monumentally impressive feat that Brayden was able to decipher it and master it like he had. Well worth college credit, and more likely an entire Ph. D dissertation, and possibly an endowed chair, but Brayden's ambitions with his new-earned knowledge were a bit less academic in nature.

Jamie's head swam for a moment. She could have sworn that her step-son's hands had grown green for just an instant. As she recovered her bearings, the anger still resided in her, but there was another feeling, one that she couldn't quite place. It took a moment to realize what she was feeling was a lack of pain and tension in her shoulders and hips. "What just happened? What did you do to me?" she asked, her voice sounding smoother and younger. She looked at her hand, and realized that it wasn't as wrinkled as before.

"Huh, not quite where I wanted you to end up," Brayden said, a little amused, "I wonder if I just do it twice, will it..." He screwed up his concentration, and started chanting in the strange language that Jamie couldn't place.

"Omigawd, Brayden!" He knew it would work better the second time. The first time, there was still a part of him that was doubting that this could work, even after all the research. That he'd say the incantation and nothing would happen. But now that he saw that it could work, he knew it would work. Confidence and self-possession were necessary powerful foci for this type of magic. This was what the end result of the spell was supposed to be like.

Sophie Louise