Sometimes You Just Need To Bundle A Girl Up In A Fluffy Bathrobe, Paint Her Nails, And Make Out With

Sometimes you just need to bundle a girl up in a fluffy bathrobe, paint her nails, and make out with her for 2-3 hours

being brainwashed into a helpless stupid brainless princess who needs my handmaiden to think for me and tell me what to do and say and I'm so silly and airheaded and just the dumbest fucking girl

buy me cute little dresses that get shorter with each new purchase because "it's just what they had available". braid my hair into pretty new styles and say you're just practicing. surprise me with a new set of lingerie every month until it's all i wear every day.

of course you're not doing it on purpose. it's just that with this lighting, maybe i should wear lipstick.

for the last time they're not "government femtrails" coming off of planes, it's just regular condensation trails (you know, contrails?). you suddenly feeling like a girl is a you issue that I'm happy to help with, but you can't get into mass feminisation conspiracy theories because you're embarrassed about wanting to be a maid

There's a dynamic in bimbokink that really needs more people exploring it in bimbo fic/caps/etc.: the dominant bimbo 'tist that's too dumb to know about boundaries and assertive enough to just... bimbofy people to help them be happy like her.

There's lots of stuff about bimbos getting all submissive after cumming out all their brains, but not anywhere near enough about bimbos that take charge.

Think about it. You meet someone who's all bubbly and pink and hot and utterly stupid, and you're immediately unguarded around her. One thing leads to another and she notices you're always sad because you're always thinking about things that get you down.

And she used to think about things before she became a bimbo, and now she doesn't and she's not sad anymore.

So naturally she decides to make you happy the only way she knows how. Sure, it'll involve a lot of sex, but it also involves her gradually taking over more and more of your life. One day she's picking your outfits to be more cute. Then it's partying with her. Somewhere along the line she's giving you cool new music to listen to, and it's so catchy. After a while she's moved in, and you're not eating or drinking anything that she hasn't brought you.

Your performance at work starts to suffer, but you've never felt better about things, and when you tell your bestie she says her porn hustle has been doing well enough that she can support you if you just quit.

Months down the line, thanks to following along with her daily workout you've got thighs that can crush a watermelon and a cute toned tummy. None of your old clothes fit you anymore, but it sounds so smart when she says if you got some huge fake tits like hers you'd fit into most of her wardrobe. And since you're getting work done anyways, why not plump those lips up, enhance your cheekbones, and shrink your nose a little? And it'd be great if you could share her shoes too, so having some work done to your feet would only make sense...

All the medical papers are so confusing, but thankfully your Big Sis has been through it all before and shows you where to initial.

When you wake up, you don't even recognize yourself in the mirror. You're a total knockout. A sex doll, right down to the empty, slightly unfocused look in your eyes and the "O" shape of your lips.

Recovery takes a while, and you're at her total mercy for it. Once you're in bed at home, she cuffs you to the posts "for your own good". You're too far gone to question it. Everything Big Sis says sounds like a good idea, and she really IS doing everything for your own good.

And that's when she tells you what she's been doing like you've always known. After all, how couldn't you have known from the beginning? She's just a dumb bimbo after all. And now you're about as dumb and pretty as her. But she wants you to be the HAPPIEST bimbo you can be, so you gotta be like, totes dumber than her.

So while you're recovering from your surgery in bed, she's feeding you all your meals and bringing you all your medicine... including super doses of what she's been putting in your smoothies all along. And the hypno files she's had you listening to all along laid a lot of groundwork, now it's time to wash that brain of yours until it's all squeaky clean and every last wrinkle is ironed out into a happy smooth brain!

And it doesn't matter if you didn't want it before, but now it's all you want. You were meant to be a dumb, stupid bimbo, but not a bimbo like her. You're her bimbo pet, her sub, so obviously you've gotta be even bimboier than her!

Hey welcome to this totally normal hotel, you look beat, you should get some rest right away, please ignore any reports you hear about the air being drugged to put you to sleep on that nice comfy bed. It’s not like we move the bed down into a secret basement and then surgically alter you to be a beautiful girl and then do your hair and makeup and replace all your clothes and give you just enough time to wake up and be shocked by what you see before we start rinsing all your resistance out of your head so we can make you a good girl just for us~