With a disheartened sigh, Annette looks in the mirror and gazes at what she has become.
Every morning Annette is given a chance to reflect. After a thorough beauty regimen and getting dressed to Master’s specifications, Annie is programmed to rest her hands on the bathroom vanity. This is when Annette’s true consciousness is allowed to bubble to the surface. She’s stuck in the pose, unable to move anything but her head, but it’s the only time Annette has even a modicum of control.
The first few weeks, she took the opportunity to scream and yell. At first it was in desperation, then it was in anger. Eventually she even tried bargaining with her captors, but it was no use. Her moment of control was nothing but a sick joke, she decided. Day after day, nothing changed. Well, nothing about her situation changed.
Her body, on the other hand, changed significantly. Being a captive in herself, Annette watched as Annie bounced eagerly into procedure rooms. She felt the pain of her body changing to suit her captor’s desires and, begrudgingly, she felt the pleasure when her captors decided to admire the handiwork. Annie was in control. Annette could do nothing.
Today, during her moment of control, she studies the results of months of procedures. Plump lips, inflated tits, sculpted nose, a clinched waist, bronzed skin and long silky hair. There is no longer any resemblance between her and the nerdy bookworm who was abducted however long ago. All that remains is a living doll designed by her captors… and it kind of turns her on.
But that’s not her doing. Right? Surely the warmth between her legs is all Annie, eager to take the reigns once again. Right? There’s no way Annette is turned on by the idea of being a walking sex doll, desperate to please and obey. No way.
Annette tries to be firm on her stance, but her growing arousal begs to differ and inflates the doubt buried in Annette’s mind. Feeling the very pleasant buzz in her crotch, Annette gazes at the mirror again and gets a very sick feeling in her stomach. What she had once decided was a sick joke may actually be the next step in their process. These daily moments of reprieve may actually serve a purpose in her transformation.
As she feels herself fade back into the recesses of her psyche, Annette decides not to believe the nagging thought. There’s no way she’s enjoying what these sick fucks are doing to her. She will never enjoy being someone else’s puppet. She will never-
As Annie bubbles again to the surface, she looks at her reflection and loves how hot she looks. She can’t wait to see the tent in Master’s pants when he drinks in her beauty. Annie giggles and adjusts her top to better show off her tatas. Her pussy feels wonderfully wet and she knows that it’s just a matter of time before she no longer had to share control of her body. She winks at the girl inside and prances off to see what the day has in store.
This is really hott! I would love to see it go on a bit longer. Or maybe even a second chapter. I want to see that seed of doubt in annette grow into full fledged horror then some kind of futile bargaining (maybe all the stages of grief) before finally accepting her fate and merging with annie.
That was all the first text said. She ignored it. She didn’t recognize the number it came from. Maybe, she assumed, it was some weird sexting game that went to the wrong person.
A few days later, she got more.
-You’ll be my brainless bimbo dolly. -You’re going to giggle while you beg me to fuck you. -I’ve already started, I just think it’s funny to tell you that it’s happening.
She was starting to get a bit freaked out. Weird sex game or not, this was uncomfortable. She didn’t hear anything else that day, though. The next day there was another.
-When I send you a text, you reply to me right away.
She laughed aloud at that - no chance she was going to engage this creep! - but despite herself, she found her fingers moving, texting him back.
-Who are you? Why are you bothering me?
They texted back and forth like that for hours. She couldn’t stop herself. Every so often he’d give her a command - start your sentences with ‘Umm’. Use ‘like’ and ‘totally’ more often. No words over three syllables. Call me ‘Sir’. She couldn’t help but do as he said. She wanted nothing more than to shut off her phone and run off, but she knew she had to reply to him right away.
-Do you know what I’m doing to you? -Umm, no Sir, I don’t understand what’s going on. -I’m mindfucking you. Just like I said I would. -Umm, please don’t, Sir! I like, just want to be left alone!
He ignored her pleas that he stop. He told her to go put on something sexy for him and she couldn’t keep herself from hopping up eagerly, slipping into a tight black top that her showed her breasts wonderfully. He told her to sound happy and her requests to be left alone vanished. All her texts now were giggly and excited, spoken like a true ditzy doll. She fought, but she could barely resist his commands for a second.
-Are you having fun, dolly? -Umm, like absolutely, Sir! Ohmigawd this is soooo cool! -I know it is! I know you don’t mean that, either. But you will in a moment. -Ummm, what do you mean, Sir?
She read that last text nervously. What was he going to do to her? She tried desperately to not read the next text as it came through, but it was useless.
-You’re a bimbo. My brainless bimbo dolly. Everything you’ve been acting like in these texts, that’s who you really are. The old you’s gone, the new, better you is all that’s left. My little empty-headed toy.
She read it, feeling her resistance vanish. She squealed happily as the knowledge of who she was washed over her. Why had she fought against this? This was amazing!
-Ooooooh Sir I feel soooo great! Ummm, thank you for mindfucking me! Mmmm you’re like, totally the best!
She giggled to herself happily, twirling her hair as she texted her new Master.
(Thanks to theducttapechannel for the idea of a girl knowing she’s being bimbofied, but being unable to stop it. This was challenging to write, but a lot of fun!)
That was all the first text said. She ignored it. She didn’t recognize the number it came from. Maybe, she assumed, it was some weird sexting game that went to the wrong person.
A few days later, she got more.
-You’ll be my brainless bimbo dolly. -You’re going to giggle while you beg me to fuck you. -I’ve already started, I just think it’s funny to tell you that it’s happening.
She was starting to get a bit freaked out. Weird sex game or not, this was uncomfortable. She didn’t hear anything else that day, though. The next day there was another.
-When I send you a text, you reply to me right away.
She laughed aloud at that - no chance she was going to engage this creep! - but despite herself, she found her fingers moving, texting him back.
-Who are you? Why are you bothering me?
They texted back and forth like that for hours. She couldn’t stop herself. Every so often he’d give her a command - start your sentences with ‘Umm’. Use ‘like’ and ‘totally’ more often. No words over three syllables. Call me ‘Sir’. She couldn’t help but do as he said. She wanted nothing more than to shut off her phone and run off, but she knew she had to reply to him right away.
-Do you know what I’m doing to you? -Umm, no Sir, I don’t understand what’s going on. -I’m mindfucking you. Just like I said I would. -Umm, please don’t, Sir! I like, just want to be left alone!
He ignored her pleas that he stop. He told her to go put on something sexy for him and she couldn’t keep herself from hopping up eagerly, slipping into a tight black top that her showed her breasts wonderfully. He told her to sound happy and her requests to be left alone vanished. All her texts now were giggly and excited, spoken like a true ditzy doll. She fought, but she could barely resist his commands for a second.
-Are you having fun, dolly? -Umm, like absolutely, Sir! Ohmigawd this is soooo cool! -I know it is! I know you don’t mean that, either. But you will in a moment. -Ummm, what do you mean, Sir?
She read that last text nervously. What was he going to do to her? She tried desperately to not read the next text as it came through, but it was useless.
-You’re a bimbo. My brainless bimbo dolly. Everything you’ve been acting like in these texts, that’s who you really are. The old you’s gone, the new, better you is all that’s left. My little empty-headed toy.
She read it, feeling her resistance vanish. She squealed happily as the knowledge of who she was washed over her. Why had she fought against this? This was amazing!
-Ooooooh Sir I feel soooo great! Ummm, thank you for mindfucking me! Mmmm you’re like, totally the best!
She giggled to herself happily, twirling her hair as she texted her new Master.
(Thanks to theducttapechannel for the idea of a girl knowing she’s being bimbofied, but being unable to stop it. This was challenging to write, but a lot of fun!)
“Oh Master! You made it beri hard for me to figure out what to get you for Christmas this year! i even had to think! But it was like totally worth it for you! So like every time i would ask you what you wanted you would say ‘I have everything I want. I have you my pet.’ i was like totally stumped :( But then it totally came to me :D You were like giving me the answer the whole time! Duh! *giggle* Here! check it out! she’s like exactly like me! she has the same hair as me! she has the same tits as me! her pussy is lasered smooth just like me! we wear all the same clothes! and she like totally can’t wait to worship your yummy cock… JUST LIKE ME! Oh and if you wanted to know what to get me… um we me US for Christmas, could you like please call us both “bunni” so that we can be like the same bimbo-slave for you? Merry Christmas Master!”
This was it! This was her last chance to get out and to leave this life that she had been pursuing with every fiber of her being for the last year and a half. In mere moments she would be walking down that aisle and each inevitable step would plunge her deeper into the life of a completely vapid yet devoted bimbo-wife.
True, there would be that part in the ceremony where the Minister asked if anyone had any reason the couple should not be wed. …and He would probably ask her if she took Him to be her Husband forever and ever. But from the moment she met Him, she never could say “no” to this Man.
“Okay girls! Like everybody stick together ‘n’ stuff. Listen! Learning to function ‘n’ flirt in a public setting is like an important part of becoming a bimbo. Most Guys don’t want like a complete idiot for a bimbo. Some guys will even expect you to do grocery shopping ‘n’ stuff! …Ashley!!! Back over here with the group sweetie! …I know it’s pretty, butt… Look don’t make me tell Miss Kimber on you! *sigh*
Kay! Where was i? Oh yeah! Like shopping! If you wanna be able to go shopping ‘n’ stuff ya gotta like keep focused on what you’re there ta buy, and not forget where your Master lives. It’s like really scary if you get lost or something, somebody really mean ‘n’ scary might find you, and make you do all kids of sick ‘n’ perverted stuff. …like wear baggy pants, or a mumu or sumthin!
So like everybody stick together ‘n’ like Miss Kimber said I could buy everybody lipstick on the school’s credit card. *giggle*
…Dammit samantha! get back… Okay fine get His number ‘n’ get back to the group. We’re never gonna get there at this rate.”
“Hi honey I’m home! How was work at the… Hi, honey. Who’s you'r friend?" I knew without asking but I had to go through the motions of asking anyway. Ever since kandii got a job at the salon, she had a never ending stream of would be bimbos pass through her station every day, and she took great pride in bringing the best of them home for me to enjoy. ”Oh hi hi hi, Sir! This is like bambi! she wants to be your bimbo too! Can we keep her?!?“ I knew her name was probably not "bambi”, but kandii was not above bending the truth to get a new girl into My harem. “I’ll bet she does. she’s single?” I asked “Well… Ummm… Like not exactly.” she said squirming. I had trained her well enough that she could not tell me an out and out lie, at least not when it counted. “baby girl!” I said sternly. “Okay fine! she’s been dating this Guy for like a couple of months. But i was like telling her about what an awesome Cock you have and how i can’t think smart thoughts after you fuck my brains out, ‘N’ she totally wants to try it out! Please can we keep her???” she begged. I don’t know how kandii did it! she had no talent for hypnosis whatsoever, but once a girl got into her salon chair, she could talk to her for less than 20 minutes and a girl would stand up ready to give up everything to join my bimbo harem. “you know My rule about play with other Men’s toys!” “Yes sir.” she said meekly. bambi was beginning to pout. “Take her back home” Tears were welling up in bambi’s eyes. “But what about, like just a sleep over?” kandii asked hopefully. “Well, okay, but only if she get’s a permission slip signed by her Boyfriend. And He really has to sign it.” “Yayy!!!!” they both said in unison. I was peppered in tiny kisses before they scampered off to get a permission slip.
~ LATER THAT DAY ~ “Here you go Master!” kandii said handing me the permission slip, bambi bouncing up and down with excitement half a step behind her. “we’re like gonna go try on some of my lingerie. You know, just so that you know *giggle*” “WAIT!” Both girls froze mid bounce. I had a strong suspicion that strange things were afoot at the Circle K. Why you ask? Maybe it was the fact that the girls were gone for barely 10 minutes. Or maybe it was that the permission slip was filled out in a pink from a glitter gel pen. but mostly it was just that I know my bimbo. “Did her Boyfriend really sign this?” “Ummm…” Not bothering to wait for kandii to fess up I dialed the number on the permission slip. “Hello?” A Man’s voice answered. she had found a Man to fill out the form this time. she was learning. I might have to see to that later on. “Yes I am calling about the permission slip you filled out.” “What? Oh you mean the two babes I just met!” Uh-huh. “Yeah like I’m just here working at the gas station when out of no where, these two super models are all over me and want me to fill out this form for like a sleepover. I figured it was some kind of prank, but what am I going to say "no”? I was hoping that maybe they just wanted my number.“ "I see. you have been most helpful.” “Wait do you like have her number? I’d like to ask the redhead…"
I hung up before He could finish.
"kandii! Take this young lady home right this instant, and apologize to her Boyfriend. Then come straight home. you and I have an appointment with the punishment room.”
“Sigh. Yes sir.” She said dejectedly. “See I told you He was like totally smart.” kandii said to bambi confidentially.
“And strict too!” bambi said impressed.
“i know right?!?” kandii said with a giggle.
The girls scampered off, hopefully to return bambi to her Boyfriend, but if I knew kandii they would probably swing by the mall on their way. I sighed and not for the first time questioned the wisdom of keeping a harem of ditzy bimbo slaves. God help me I did love it though.
Author’s note: I know this ”story” didn’t really go anywhere. It’s more of a story “snippet”. It was inspired by a conversation that I was having with my bimbo. I didn’t want to let it sit in my drafts folder forever, waiting to become something more.
