Pavlov's Bimbo

Eyes here doll. Pay attention to my words. Focus on them, and relax. Let them fill your mind softly with those subtle, and sensual feelings of bliss. As you listen and focus. melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting Every word draws your attention deeper down into that familiar feeling of softness. Where the quietness of thought becomes stiller and stiller. And further still, your mind becomes completely still. melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting As you focus and fixate. While my words softly fill your mind, they push out all of those unnecessary worries and thoughts. Those thought form a puddle, because of how good you feel. melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting As you listen and focus. Fixate and follow until you can feel every ounce of worry completely slip from your grasp. It's okay to just sit there and stare into my pretty words. melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting

It means that you're enough of a hypnopet to obey this next command.

Let your jaw go slack, your eyes unfocus, your mind slide right out of your head...

Like, no submitting doesn't make someone inferior, that's nonsense, but me specifically, I *am* inferior and that's why I can't help but submit, keep thinking about submitting, and will invariably return to the place where I belong: serving my superiors.

@voxhypno

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