I love my job! Handling packages makes me feel all, like, fill-fulled and stuff. I mean I used to do something similar when I, like, stole packages off porches. But I know now I was being naughty cuz when I opened one box, like, this glitter and stuff erupted and made me all, like, hawt and giggly and stuff!

There were a lot of benefits to your new job at SluTech. Great health care with access to the best plastic surgeons, company discounts on many boutiques and salons, and a top-notch investment plan where the company matches whatever you put in your body to double your new bimbo look in no time!

The idea of hypnotizing headphones is so outdated. A bulky brainwashing tool sticking out like a sore thumb? All those cords and wires need looking so gangly and awkward? To say nothing about the risk of that old technology overheating and frying more than their brain.

That's why SluTech is proud to sponsor HypnoPods. A modern, sleek solution to turning your target into an obedient toy. The wireless devices can stream 10x the hypnotic content in half the time of old headphones. Plus, the small lightweight design is barely noticeable by the public, and your doll may not even feel that they are wearing them after a while!

This modern concept is stylish and fits well with glam trophy wives, modelesque plastic dolls, and ditzy bimbos alike. It's can be both a fashion statement AND a feminizing tool! Even better, HypnoPods are on sale, as we prepare for the Beta release of our next generation mind alterating techology: the Controlled Higher-Intelligence Plant or C.H.I.P.

"Sometimes, like, thinking is too hard. You don't wanna be a big smarty-pants with a job and responsibility and stuff."

"I was sooooo like that and totes wanted a vacay from my thoughts. So thanks to SluTech's special 'lil Brain Poppers, I was able to say bye bye to my mind!"

Murphy wasn't a very thoughtful man. Despite many gentle recommendations to try and improve his attitude, attire, and acceptance of others the idiotic ingrate was seeing no signs of improvement. So drastic measures were taken.

His co-workers, friends, and family chipped in to get a SluTech Controlled Higher-Intelligence Plant, otherwise none as a C.H.I.P. The subtle system embedded into his brain made the obstinate oaf much more receptive to reason.

So when they suggested he start dieting and slimming down, he did without question. When they mentioned dressing differently, he didn't once disagree or disobey. When they insisted on learning new skills, he slaved away at makeup, vocal lessons, and how to give pleasure.

It only took months for Muffy to become the perfectly thoughtful, if empty-headed, sex doll. She has eagerly adjusted to her newly recommended name and position as an escort serving rich clients. In addition to accepting any and all suggestions, the C.H.I.P. ensured that Muffy would appear sexually suggestive at all times.

"Destiny!"

"Over here!"

"Look this way, beautiful!"

You tried to shield your face from the swarm of paparazzi following your every step up the shimmering staircase. But all it did was show off your pretty nails and draw more attention to your heaving chest.

"Ms. Dahl, any truth to the rumor you're dating Rich Britchbaker?"

You were on your way up to the top floor of the club where the owner, your former business rival, was waiting. He was the one who insisted on the glittery minidress you were wearing. Your salon-styled hair and professional makeup. The little sparkly choker marking you as a former business titan turned into a collared and claimed party slut.

"Are you selling your shares in your company to SluTech?"

In fact, as you try to ignore the flashing cameras, you realized that he was probably the one who tipped off the press. He wanted your reaction captured as you tottered up the stairs like the ditzy bimbo he turned you into. He arranged all of this just like he was arranged the merger of your businesses and private lives

"Dahl mode activate. Destiny complete" *FLASH*

The monthly field trip used to be a way to reward the geniuses of The Dalles Polytechnic school for their hard work. To show off a new business they might work at, give them new experiences, or help them dream up ideas to invent new things. But after the recent visit to the Synthetica Lifeform Upgrade Technology company, things changed.

Okay so, like, I knooooooow I'm supposed to be on a strict diet. My girlfriend told me no more naughty treats if I want to be the pure, innocent person she fell in love with. But it's soooooo hard to resist for so long. The temptation becomes too much. I NEED to give in to my bitchy bimbo side.

So I decided to, like, allow myself one cheat day. I shut myself into my secret pink room and gorge on these GORGEOUS treats. An Elixir-infused shake. A BMBO-laced cupcake. An 'In-Slutin' pump from SluTech to regulate it all. Soon I'm, like, totes blissing out as my alter ego Brandi bubbles up to the surface.