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@pavlovsbimbo
🩷 you look cuter dumber hunny, it's true. An empty-headed look on your face makes you the cutest you can be. So why don't you stop trying to be smart, and focus instead on looking good. It's not like you have much brains anyway, so stop pretending to be something you're not. Embrace stupidity, embrace cuteness, embrace obedience~ give in to the fuzzy warmth of dumbness, and make sure to thank me for the advice~
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Ughh imagine being gaslighted into needing injection every day to be able to be a person and feel the sensations of your body, to be able to feel pleasure. In reality the injection turns you into an always needy and wet brainwashed mess that exist to obey and serve. Your body is always ready, always available and each morning you are the one begging for the injection because otherwise you cannot feel them touching you.
Omg, my trainee has a "Bimbos in STEM" sticker! Okay, I love my group!
Omg, my trainee has a "Bimbos in STEM" sticker! Okay, I love my group!
Overheard at work today: Nevermind, I'm getting my holes confused.
And he was right, I had no idea what he was talking about.
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So like, I totes read that maladaptive fantasies can exacerbate depression, and like, I know you're asking "Girlie, what do those words mean?" So let me make it easier: when you dream about things that can't happen or aren't happening, you wake up from those dreams feeling sad.
So what's a bimbo to do? Don't dream it, do it! Make those dreams real, use them not as temporary escapism, but as motivation! Be the bimbos you read about and wish you were. You'll like totes be happier.
Okay so, words are hard, but I'm gonna try. I just listened to this file that was like t4t misogyny, telling me my place was to worship trans mascs and omfg that was so hot. It hit my buttons so well, I don't know if I can really explain but I'm just here like mmmmfff.
The file in question:
Coincidence
Jess wanted to condition her friend to tell her every time they masturbated. She wasn't really sure why, but the one time her friend told her, it sent a ripple of electricity through her, and her mind just latched onto the idea. She praised her friend, reinforcing it as best she could.
And sure enough, a few days later, they brought it up again out of the blue, and Jess got a little thrill and felt an urge to silently edge along with them, like any good girl should. They weren't a couple and they didn't have any sexual history, but that didn't mean they couldn't share this little friendly connection, right?
So Jess told her friend how she liked knowing, because it put her at ease about exploring her own sexuality, thanking them profusely, and within weeks they were exchanging messages every time they touched themselves, laughing at how often their arousal seemed to synchronize, like they had a special connection.
Jess smiled the first time her friend visited her house since they started this new routine. She had plans, and couldn't wait to train them to masturbate with her in person. After all, what's a little platonic, consensual, mutual masturbation between good friends?
Such a good idea for a couple of good toys.
Penny for your thoughts is really degrading if you think about it.
Like pennies arnt even made anymore, thats how much your thoughts are worth.
The complete compute of your mind is worth something not even deemed valuable enough to create.
No wonder you get brainwashed so easily.
Everyday I see a hot picture or gif that I would love to post on Tumblr, but I know it will get me banned if I did. Tumblr came to be consistent about it, so it's impossible to know what they consider "safe"
You know, in case you wonder why I don't post as much as I used to.
I've been thinking about finding somewhere else, like a Lemmy or Mastodon server or something. Someplace where the bans and content violations weren't as unpredictable.
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Cow print, like if you agree, reblog to be turned into a milk machine,
That hypnotist with the calming voice and the soft smile will fix you, by the way.
No, really. All you have to do is stare into his eyes... listen to his words... and before you know it you'll be kneeling, blank and obedient, waiting for the correct thoughts to be given to you.
Choose your brain setting for today:
[ ] Heavy, thinking, worried about tomorrow.
or
[ X ] Glassy eyes. Brain turning to warm gloss. A voice telling you that you don’t need those thoughts anymore. The sweet weight of knowing someone else is doing all the thinking now.
(The choice has already been made for you.)
😵💫😵💫😵💫
A happy head a emptyy head
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Repeat after me: I was hired for my butt not my brain.
Katherine had been a new hire at some blink-and-you'll-forget-it new age spiritualist shop, Magical Journeys. One dedicated to things like mystic herbs, potioncraft, and magic crystals; things that the bespectacled redhead didn't put any weight in. She was only there because it was simply the only place to respond to her application.
Most days, it was effectively dead, leaving Katherine time to rest by the register. Another day, another eight hours of boredom, the redhead mused as she lit a joint and took a long draft from it. "Who knew being a witch would be so boring!" She quietly grumbled to herself. "Certainly doesn't help that most people know magic isn't real." She said as she held a fistful of crystals in the palm of her hand.
As Katherine released the plume of weed smoke, the crystals in her hand instantly grew warm. Her eyes fluttered as her body felt like she was being bathed in sunlight while her mind felt fuzzy, like her very thoughts became TV static. When she had the strength to open her eyes, the rake-thin redhead saw how her body had changed. She had grown and ballooned outwards:
Her thighs had softened and thickened to nearly three times reducing her flowing skirt into a microskirt that barely covered her ass. Speaking of which, her asscheeks were bigger than basketballs, effortlessly swallowing and turning her lace panties into a thong. Her belly was soft and fat, spilling over her waistband, filling her lap, and giving her a set of plump lovehandles. Finally, her cute green top was stretched beyond all measure as her tiny B cups swelled to what had to, at least, be the size of a HH cup. HOLY SHIT!!! I'M LIKE, A TOTAL FUCKING BABE! Katherine mused as she squeezed her breasts together.
She stared at her reflection, tracing her tongue over her glossy, pink, plump cockpillows as tingling pleasure slowly faded from her mind. A part of Katherine knew she should tell someone to get help and transform back to her real self. But a bigger, louder, hornier part of her made her hold onto the gems in her hand and take another drag of the shop's unique and proprietary blend. If for no other reason than to see if she'd grow again.
Not like I was, like, y'know using my silly brain. Big boys totally, like, like slutty girls with a fat ass and juicy tits! Katie mused as she felt that same heat rush through her as her mind was pulled deeper into the fuzzy static than before.
