Inevitable bimbo

This was inspired by this post by DJ Pynchon (@DJPynchon) on twitter, about bimboifying without involving intelligence play!

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As you came up out of trance, looking at the room of expectant faces, you were confused. Nothing felt different. It had been described to you as the bimbo experience of a lifetime. But nothing was different. That was funny.

A giggle escaped your lips.

And another one.

You quickly brought a hand up, trying to keep a straight face. What was going on?

One of your hypnotists was speaking.

“How do you feel?”

You meant to tell them that you felt okay.

“Like, totally fine, you know?” Another giggle came out.

What was happening? You tried to stop the giggles, but they kept on coming. It felt kind of good to just let them flow out of you, it felt silly to try and stop them.

And that thought made you feel good. The realisation that the giggles were going to keep coming turned you on.

Like, really turned you on. Fuck. More giggles cascaded from your mouth.

The two became a cycle. You giggled and were turned on.

You were turned on, which made you giggle.

As the evening carried on, you tried talking to people. You knew what they were talking about, you tried so hard to engage in conversation, and for a time, you could. But eventually, you’d lose control of your mouth, and out would come the giggles.

The arousal was almost as distracting as the giggles. And slowly you found your thoughts turning to dirtier and dirtier things. You wanted to be used. You wanted to make sure that everyone at the party was satisfied.

You knew what would come next, and, inevitably, you found yourself walking to one of your hypnotists.

They turned, clearly expecting you.

And time hung, frozen. You battled with your body, with your mouth. You knew what it wanted to say. What you wanted to say. But it felt different to usual. 

You were still fully aware. Fully in control of your brain. Weren’t you? 

Then why had you walked over here?

“Please, please please please tell the guests I’m ready? I’m going to be their perfect toy to play with.” You said, losing the battle with your mouth.

“Oh I don’t know… Are you ready?”

“Yeah! Totally ready. I want to be used.”

They knocked a spoon to the glass they were holding. “Attention, everyone. Our bimbo is ready to play. Feel free to grab them as you need them, and if you want to share, go for it. They won’t complain.”

Your body nodded, giggling again. Your mind raced, you were looking forwards to this. As the first few people came up to use you, there was a moment where they snapped their fingers, and said a word, and that’s when you felt it.

Your brain dissolving, into pink candyfloss. Gone were your thoughts, gone were your words. Only the desire to please, and sparkles that caused you to giggle and get more turned on were left.