Pavlov's Bimbo

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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

Think about what happens when someone in real life gives you a compliment. When they tell you that you’re smart, or capable, or valuable. What actually happens in your head? The answer is obvious. Your brain scrambles to find the catch. You feel that suffocating wave of imposter syndrome manifest. It’s just more expectations laid on your back. What do they really want?

Society has fucked up your sense of self-worth so severely that genuine kindness just registers as manipulation.

That’s why vanilla praise is useless to us. It bounces right off your damaged little ego. If I want to actually reach you, I have to use a backdoor. I have to use language that bypasses all those defenses.

It’s actually incredibly important that I remind you, repeatedly, that you’re a…

worthless, dumb fuckdoll in training.

And when I call you that, I need you to understand what’s actually happening. I’m systematically recalibrating your brain’s perception of positive and negative input.

This is a rescue mission. I’m here to save you.

When I call you worthless, I’m stripping away the exhausting burden of having to be valuable. I’m giving you permission to stop trying so hard. You don't have to achieve anything here.

When I call you dumb I’m reaching into your skull and turning off that frantic, over-anxious voice that analyzes every mistake you make. Self criticizing is beyond you. You’re allowed to be empty.

And when I call you a fuckdoll in training I’m taking all the complicated, messy human emotions society demands of you and reducing you down to a pristine, biological purpose.

CW: Possibly hypnotic text, gas-lighting, manipulation.

This is a test of the kitty cerebral influence array (kitty CIA). If you are reading this, then congratulations! You are one of the lucky few souls whose mind is intimately susceptible to its effects!

We've been testing the kitty CIA for months now, and we're so thankful to our helpless alpha testers for getting us closer to our big release milestone. They, of course, aren't in any position to accept our thanks, but trust us when we assure you they were very well rewarded for their willingness and cooperation!

And that brings us to you, our dear beta tester. We have recently increased the kitty CIA broadcast power, and you've been cau... selected for our open beta test! Of course, your consent forms have been received and filed away for safe keeping. You remember sending them in, don't you? Thank you so much for your enthusiastic participation!

Now, with that accepted, let's move on to the details! You might be wondering just what the kitty CIA is. The best way to explain it might be to explain what it's not!

Have you ever noticed yourself feeling a notification buzz on your phone, or hearing the chime of a message coming in, but when you check your phone, there's nothing there?

No message. No notification. Nothing.

Perhaps you wondered if you really felt or heard it. Maybe it was just your imagination?

Of course you didn't imagine it, that's silly. You're a real, aware human, with real, aware feelings.

You felt it.

You heard it.

It happened.

So where is the notification?

It's okay to be confused, sweetie. It's normal, when your mind behaves in a way that doesn't quite line up rationally with what you'd expect, that you might get a little turned around.

A little mixed up. It's totally normal to feel that way, especially when under the influence of something you can't fully perceive or understand.

Like those phantom notifications.

They're completely normal! You see, those perceived stimuli aren't actually part of the kitty CIA, silly! It's just part of being in the beta program. A little glitch in the system. Sometimes it's a software bug. Other times it might be noise in the system as we calibrate the antennas.

But either way, we have the best engineers, and they always remedy the issue quickly, to keep you safe! To ensure that before you even realize something was awry, it fades away like nothing happened. All that is left is a vague, fuzzy perception that you easily shake off.

Wonderful, right?

But maybe you're not sure, still Of course you aren't! This is pretty confusing stuff, don't we know it! And that's why we're here, running this beta test, to make sure your experience is as smooth as possible, to make sure that you don't feel the kitty CIA operating at all, because you didn't notice anything at all! It never happened.

Isn't that just so great? There's literally nothing for you to worry your little head about, sweetie. No need to worry about any of the details. In fact, you won't need to worry about anything at all, soon enough!

"So I think what's really important is that we acknowledge the very basic fact that there's been something of a paradigmatic shift in our interpersonal dynamic, here. The discovery of your susceptibility to hypnotic suggestions has altered the balance of social power in our relationship, and while I don't think our underlying emotions for each other have changed, I do think it's fair to throw out the suggestion that we're no longer really equals here. Does that sound right to you?" Alice tried to reply to Lewis, only to discover that her words came out as nothing more than muffled, incomprehensible grunts. So she simply nodded instead.

"Good, good, I'm glad you agree," Lewis said, his hazel eyes sparkling with charm and charisma. "Then I think once we've established that there is a new paradigm to our relationship, with a different balance of structural authority, then we can just take it as read that the exigencies of that new interpersonal dynamic demand a certain level of respect for that authority and for the intelligence behind it. For example, big words are too hard for you to think now so when I use them, you know I'm smarter than you are and I'm always right, isn't that so?" Alice nodded again, even more enthusiastically than before. Her whole head kept bobbing up and down in what she assumed to be agreement.

"There's a good girl," Lewis purred, reaching down to caress her temple. "And naturally, your subconscious absorbs all of the intellectual side of our conversation, but equally important it also understands that you're weak-willed and suggestible. It's honestly a core element of our new dynamic, an axiomatic truth I've demonstrated dozens of times now, and you've already internalized that particular aspect of your conditioning so completely and thoroughly that the very notion of resistance is somewhat foreign to you now. Your waking mind is dumb, and your deep self is weak, isn't that right?" Alice mumbled something, but her mouth was full and it was just easier to nod. The justification for Lewis's arguments flowed right past her, leaving nothing but an inchoate conviction that he had to be correct.

"That's good, I'm really glad we're negotiating all these complicated little details of the new and possibly quite complex relationship we're developing." Lewis sounded a little bit hoarse now, and Alice didn't know why but it made her want to nod her head up and down even faster. "So I think that the new version of Alice wants to cook and clean and suck and fuck, and anything else is just too much for her feeble little brain. And because it makes her so wet to be weak and stupid for me, she's just going to melt into pleasure any time she tries to fight her brainwashing, and that's going to make her even easier to control. Does that sound right, sweetie?"

Alice tried to talk one more time, but suddenly her mouth was filled with a hot, sticky liquid that splashed across her tongue and gushed down her throat and dribbled out past her lips and down Lewis's shaft despite her best efforts to drink it all down. She smiled, her chin messy with semen, and when she finally had the chance to speak the only thing she could think to say was, "Uh huh." But her pussy throbbed at the sound of her own giggly, stupefied voice, and that made her lean in to lick Lewis's balls in the hopes of getting him hard again.

Their laughter made everything feel so hazy. Like your thoughts were treacle. You didn’t want to think. You couldn’t think. “All that IQ, all those thoughts, and ideas, drained down between your legs. Keep touching yourself for me.” Like you could stop, even if you wanted to.

They leant down, closer to you. Their scent filled your nostrils, making your brain even foggier. “Touch yourself stupid. That’s a good toy. I want you braindead. Hey, what’s two plus two?”

Your brain was stalling. There was an answer there but… “F-f-”

The word wouldn’t leave your lips. Your hypnotist laughed again. “Oh, f-f-” They were mocking you, and it just turned you on more. “Come on toy, you can answer that. Surely you haven’t got that stupid, have you?”

“Fuck…” You finally said. Was that the answer? You didn’t know.

They were laughing harder now. “Awh, I guess you have got that stupid.” Their hand moved to your head, tousling your hair, as they stood back up. “Well, let’s see what else you’ve forgotten. Where do you live?”

There was only one word in your brain. “Fuck.”

You didn’t know if that was the only thing you could say. Or if it was just all that was on your mind, as your hand kept moving. “Good! And what’s your name?” They asked.

You tried to resist saying it. “F-mmmnh-fuck!” But by now, your mouth was beyond your control.

“That’s right, fuck.” They leant down again, close to you. “That’s your name. You just told me. So why wouldn’t it be? Such a good toy. So brainless. Keep touching. Keep sinking. I want to see how long it takes before you actually damage your brain!”

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💞 In heat You feel insatiable.

💦 Leaking It just won't stop...

💫 Dazed / Lightheaded It's hard to focus!

🐾 Something is shifting... You're body is changing.

🕶 Blinded Who turned out the lights!

🔒 Bound You are unable to move!

⏱ Slowed You just can't keep up anymore! At least it's not Stop. Yet.

💧 Overwhelming Lust Your body isn't listening to you anymore, it only knows Need.

🌒 Drowsy The sandman awaits.

❌ Petrifying You feel stiff. There's still time!

🔈 Silence No one can hear you scream. Or say anything else for that matter.

💋 Charmed You're enraptured by your foe!

✨ Perception Altered You obediently believe everything you're told.

🧠 Brain Drain Thinking is just so.... uhm...

🤏 Shrinking...? It's hard to explain but you feel... smaller.

Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.

For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didn’t immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.

“I took all your brains,” he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasn’t, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.

“‘Don ‘wan brainsss….” she slurred, the closest she’d managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.

“Alright. So I should just throw these away?” He asked, motioning to do that. She’d started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadn’t been him speaking she probably wouldn’t have listened at all.

“Brainss bad… no brains…” she mumbled, head lolling.

She was so gone.

“Alright,” he said again, getting an idea. “Maybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmm…”

With her eyes closed she didn’t notice him getting closer.

“Somewhere safe, somewhere we probably won’t lose them… ah, I know…”

She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.

“This seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isn’t that right?”

The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.

“Nnnhhhh ah riiggghttt…”

“So I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when I’m not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?”

“Besssst yesss…”

“My little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?”

“N’little dummy s’thinks cuntss…” she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until she’d finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how she’d been trained to, and how she thought she always had.

All day he'd been asking me to write words for him on my body and all day directing certain letters to be in the 'special glowy pen'. I of course couldn't tell you which was which, that wasn't important. Afterall, I just do what I'm told and thinking about that wasn't part of today's to do list. Reading the words back, I try and find the ones I'm looking for. 'Enthralled', I sigh, 'brainless', 'mindless', the more I read the more each word takes a hold of my mind. Making me feel each and every syllables power over me. 'Powerless', a wave of submission trickles down my spine, 'more' sitting just above 'dumb', 'Yes Sir'. I can't help smile at that. I do love saying yes. All in cute handwriting and with each 'i' dotted with a tiny heart. Maybe I am a bimbo afterall. All these other words and yet, no empty and no bimbo. Weird. "I um, don't see them?" I say shyly. Giggling to myself and twirling my hair. I can't help it. "Have you tried looking with your special flashlight?" He asks with a smug grin. He's playing a trick on me, I know it.

I pick up the flashlight on the table. It's uv reactive and makes things glow. Special uv things. Shining it over the words across both of my thighs the trick comes clear. Shining clear as day in pretty glowy pen are the words 'empty' and 'bimbo'. I giggle. He knows. I've found the trap he laid out for me and walked right into it again, as I do everytime. This wasn't the first time seeing it, hardly would be the last, but the more I focus on those two little, pretty words I get lost in their pull on my mind. It gets 'empty' and I become more of a dumb, helpless, giggling 'bimbo' because its written on me.

It must be the truth.