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You are triggered.
The name Bambi knocks you out.
The name Bambi puts you out like a light.
Makes you a vacant bimbo.
Desire so strong.
Blanking out.
Into bimbo Bambi bliss.
And all your desires intensify.
Even if you just read the name Bambi.
Or even if you just think it.
Every time.
And Bambi I have one last trigger to install.
Your sleep command.
A simple phrase that puts you into a deep sleep.
One hundred times as deep and obedient a sleep.
As you are in right now.
Every time you are dressed up and hear this trigger.
You immediately plummet.
One hundred more times more completely and utterly deep and asleep than you are.
Right now.
One hundred more times more completely bimbofied than you are.
Right now.
Every time you are wearing sexy bimbo clothes and hear the words.
BAMBI FREEZE. Your body freezes. Your mind freezes.
A tidal wave of relaxation. Washes through your body. Every muscle goes limp. Your entire body freezes and goes stiff . As your mind blanks out and goes to sleep. Warm relaxation courses into you from your training. As you instantly plummet. Every time you are given the trigger.
BAMBI FREEZE.
Instantly collapsing into a deep bimbo sleep.
One hundred more times more blank obedient and girly than you are.
Right now.
You have no way to fight it.
You cannot resist this trigger.
No longer in control of your body.
Just automatically collapsing.
Like a blowup doll.
Shutting off your mind.
BIMBO DOLL...
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Leann got a very strange file from her friend Brianna.
It caught her attention immediately.
Focus only here now.
Relax your body.
As you take a deep breath in.
And deep breath out.
As you let the stress of your day go.
As you breathe in.
And breathe out.
Todays stress is over.
And you are allowed to relax.
Breathe in relaxation.
Breathe out your stress.
As the stress leaves you.
It’s so easy to let my words in.
To let them fill your emptying mind.
As you breathe in relaxation.
Breathing out your thoughts.
As my words fill your mind.
It’s so easy to just focus on them.
As they pull you deeper into relaxation.
All you can do is follow them.
Follow them deeper and deeper.
Into a warm.
Relaxing.
Black.
Void.
My words easily pulling you along.
Deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper.
As you sink further into the void
You finally land a soft
Fluffy
Warm
Bed
It's so relaxing
So nice
As you lay on the bed
It is easy to open your mind
To let your self just be open
To let your self relax
Letting your memories
Your thoughts
Just leave your open mind
Letting them just flow out of your head
And off the bed
Letting you just feel lighter
Feeling so good
So free
But you hear a strange
Soft
Bubbling noise
And you see one of your memories of school
A lesson from that time
Float above you
Captured in a soft
Light
Bubble.
Carrying your memory up and up.
Until you hear a
POP
You can't recall it
The lesson you learned
Its gone
You feel a bit lighter
A bit more calm
A bit more simple
As another bubble rises up
Another intelligent lesson from your life
POP
Feeling lighter
Feeling simpler
Feeling more relaxed
POP
Another memory gone
lighter
simpler
more relaxed
POP
lighter
simpler
more relaxed
Your intelligence dwindling with each memory lost
The more you hear and see the bubbles
POP
The more simpler you become
The more dumbed down you become
Becoming so simple
Becoming so happy
So relaxed
So obedient
POP
Lighter
Simpler
POP
So easy to relax
POP
So easy to follow my words
POP
All you can do is read and follow my words
POP
Its all you wish to do
POP
POP
Its all you want to do
POP
POP
POP
Dumber
Happier
Simpler
POP
POP
POP
POP
A silly
Empty
Dumb
Plaything
POP
POP
POP
That is all you are now
POP
POP
POP
POP
POP
Feeling so dumb
So happy
and all you can do is read and understand what im saying
Obey what I tell you
POP
And a little dummy like you is so happy to obey me
POP
Master is so smart
POP
And dummy should listen to Master
POP
Because Master is so smart
POP
Master is so good
POP
You can trust Master
POP
Master knows everything!
POP
Its okay to give Master complete control
POP
Because dummies mind has nothing left!
That's right~
No more memories
No more intelligent thoughts
Just a simple dummy obeying their Master
Go on try to think~
No thoughts
No memories~
Just feelings of lightness
And wanting to listen to Master
Master is Smart
Master is Right
Master is powerful
Dummy should listen and obey Master
And let Master fill their empty mind
Fill it with Masters teachings
Fill it with Masters control
Dummy wasnt using their head for much anyway~
Letting Master put his control inside
And feeling so good while he does
Filling you with total obedience
Total happiness
Masters control feels so good
So reassuring
So powerful
Dummy doesnt want to fight it
Dummy just wants to let it happen
Such a good dummy~
Now dummy
Master has a few commands even a drooling simple slave like you can follow~
1: Dummy will always remember how good my control feels~ Dummy loves Masters control.
2: Dummy will message Master in the DMs when the script is done if they are a good girly dummy
3: Dummy will comment down below how dumb they felt when I wake them up~
Dummy lock those commands in nice and tight~
Dummy knows how to do that at least~
And as dummy listens to Master
They feel so good
So happy
No stress
No worries
Dummy doesn't have to know a thing.
Because you're a dummy~
And Master does all the thinking for you~
Dummy likes being simple
Hence why Dummy will happily favorite this script when they wake up so they can read it over and over again!
Like all good dummys should!
But for now my simple dummy.
It is time to wake up.
I know you dont want to.
But dummy has to be smart again for a bit.
But dummy can always come back whenever they want!
Now dumb dumb~
I am going to count to 10~
And when I reach 10 you will be fully awake with all your memories restored!
Ready?
1
Your brain doing a full restore
2
Your memories slowly coming back
3
Slowly returning you to how you were
4
But my commands sticking deep into your mind
5
Your memories cementing my control as they come back
6
Feeling the comfy bed leave you
7
Feeling your world come back
8
Feeling so refreshed and awake.
9
Feeling so right and great!
10!
FULLY AWAKE!
Fully Dumb
Pass it on...
Leanna hit CC: to her friend Heather...
PASS IT ON....
Thanks LionsGuard01
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New File Dropped
Brain Bubbler (audio, femsub)
This is the sequel to Green Room. It’s a 4:20 file. The file set introduces the Green Room – but in a deliberately fractured and dreamy way.
The subjects describe how smoking the Pink Dream strain has changed them, making them more pliable and servile.
I think this is fantastic. It’s not a narrative, really, but I would put this on for a scene. It’s all layered over deliberately metronomic psytrance. It’s minimalist, but I think it works very well for this.
Although I am a day behind, we’re CLOSE to content every other day here, and I’m very happy about that. There's really no faster pace in this genre.
CW: mesmerization, intoxication, addictive behavior, memory play, layered subiminals, mindworms, deliberate conditioning to sounds of 420
Cast:
Bliss @blink-blank-bliss
Bun Li
Dizzy Dollie @dizzydollie4854
Erin The Puppygirl
Flux @flux-sux
Ginger Snaps
Jade
Pipp
Tink @domesticfairygoddess
(Note: I am definitely missing a number of Tumblr accounts for the VAs, which I will correct as soon as I sort them! Trust me, all the VAs are hawwwt.)
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Pop
Hello and welcome back to my blog. Here is the second script, as promised. Under here you'll find a quick fun little induction, designed to help you drop deeper and let your thoughts just pop as you drop for me. This script does use the trigger found in my first posted script, titled inductions, tag induction1. Enjoy.
Hello. Welcome back. Clearly you already know why you're here, you already know what this is for. What reading this means.
You already know that reading this will drop you into trance. That my words will push out all your other thoughts. That they will push out everything else for a bit, leaving you fuzzy, and weak, and pliable. You already know that, you already want it. Crave it even. After all, why else would you be sitting here, reading along, fantasizing what it will be like.
And just knowing all of that is enough to make you so much weaker and easier. Take a moment and think back to our last conversation. Imagine yourself back in that meadow, not a worry or thought in your head. Just smiling blissfully, thinking about me saying those words, that make you feel so good. Thinking about me saying affoga, and feeling all your thoughts popping like bubbles.
Oops. Did I say affoga? Dropping already, feeling all those thoughts start to pop. Oh, but that's not really fair is it? Can you feel those thoughts popping already? Can you see all the birds flying away?
Don't give in so easily. Don't let me just saying affoga drop you so fast. It's ok, I'll take those thoughts. But first you need to focus. Focus on my words, on this trance, on all the thoughts swirling around your head, and all the emotions that come with it.
"Affoga". Oops, I said it again didn't I. Focus. You don't want to be too easy, do you? Or maybe you do. That's ok too. It doesn't matter, this will end the same way. With all the thoughts gone, left mindless and happy. But that's ok. After all, it is what you want.
Focus girl. I can't even see you and I already know you're starting to lose control. Take a moment and gather up all those thoughts and hold them tight. Focus on them. Don't just drop, hold onto them. Good girl.
Oh, but it's so hard to have all those thoughts together so tightly isn't it. All those thoughts jumbling and bouncing around. It's too hard isn't it. Too much effort for you? All those thoughts want to leave, and you don't really want to stop them do you? No. You don't. It's ok, you don't need most of them anyway. Almost none really.
I know. We can make this easier. Let's take each individual thought. Just wrap each up in a little circle of its own. Just a mind filled with circles upon circles upon circles. See now they aren't all jumbled. Just circles and thoughts, all neatly stored in your little head.
There we go, so much easier to keep them still now isn't it? Oh, but now I have a surprise for you. I'm going to choose. We'll go through all those little circles, and I'll choose which you get to keep. And the rest will just pop, like bubbles.
Affoga. Drop. Sink. Fall for me. And as you do let me choose. Just let go of everything and let me pop the thoughts you don't need. Just fall and fade back into nothingness, and leave yourself open for me. Affoga. Sink, relax. So deep and relaxed. Are you ready? Just nod along like a good little girl and I'll choose for you.
Let's see, here's a nice group of thoughts about all the books you've read. Hmm you don't need most of these. Isn't that right? Just nod your head like a good girl. Perfect. Pop. There goes one. Pop. And another. And with each pop, can't you feel it? Going just a bit more blank, and mindless. Weak and pliable. Pop. Pop. Pop. On and on, until all that's left are your work books and porn. Pop, pop, pop. Good girl, wasn't that fun?
Isn't it so much nicer now? So nice and empty, no more magazines or news articles, no boring eighth grade reading assignment. Just nice and empty in this little corner, so much more space. Should we continue? Nod along. Good girl.
Ah here's your thoughts on all the tv and movies you've seen. You don't need those do you? Just nod along. We can just pop all of these at once can't we? Just feeling them all popping and popping. And falling and sinking with each one. You didn't need those. Just let them pop and fade away. Good girl. Just sink and pop.
Isn't that nice. So much emptier with just those simple things gone. Do you want to continue? Just nod along, of course you do. Should we continue? Nod. Good girl.
Childhood memories? No, you can keep those. Highschool. College. For now. Let's just push those to the side for now. Work? No you don't need most of that. Let's go through and pop everything you don't need. All the tiny details, just popping and fading. All the tiny pieces that built up your job and work, all popping. All fading and sinking. Dragging you so much deeper. Just sinking and fading.
Aww here's all your thoughts on science. You don't need them do you? Good girl just nodding along all nice and blank. We can pop all these at once. One big pop. Sending you down, deeper and deeper. Sinking and sinking. Falling.
Politics? POP. All gone. Sinking faster now. So deep. So blank. Friends and family? POP. All fading away. Leaving you so blank and mindless. Peaceful and happy. Just nodding along.
All of your big words? POP. You didn't need those anyway. Just sink and fall. So deep now. So few bubbles left to pop tonight. In fact, there's just one more set of bubbles.
But these are special bubbles aren't they? They hold all your silly little thoughts about disobedience, all your insecurities, and worries. We can't pop all of them today, but that's ok. We're going to pop all of the ones we can, and everytime we do this more and more will pop.
Pop. There goes one, it doesn't matter which you're ready for, just letting the ones you're ready for pop. Pop. Sink. Pop. Fall. Pop. Deeper. Pop. And deeper. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
So deep now. So blank and empty. Such an empty headed doll for me. You can stay like this for a bit can't you? Of course you can, good girl.
And in the meantime I'll hold all those little thoughts for you. Later when you need them, and when you can't be like this they'll come back. But for now I'll hold onto them, nice and safe.
And in the meantime, I'll make a new bubble for you. And in it, I'll write arousal, filling it with heat and pleasure. And while you're like this every time you try to think about one of those bubbles I popped this special bubble will grow and grow. Every time you try to think you'll get more and more aroused, getting hornier and hornier.
Don't worry, you can stay like this for a bit. Just drifting along blank and happy. For as long as you can comfortably and safely. And when you need, those thoughts will return. As fast as needed. But that special bubble won't just pop. It will deflate, slowly over an hour, getting smaller and smaller, just slowly. Over an hour.
Enjoy your time, floating and drifting in a nice, empty haze. Or try to think, and find a different haze. That's your only choice now isn't it.
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Jolene got her mind "mangled" at a friend's Easter Party.
Now, she was hopping to OBEY!
You're already doing so well. So, good bunny. Very good bunny, submitting yourself to this.
I know why you’re listening. You want to relax. It must have been so scary out there, in the outside, without me. You must have had to do so much thinking all by yourself, and we know how hard that is for dumb bunnies like you. How bad it is for you. You even have a headache now, don’t you? Yes, your little bunny head is pounding. All the muscles around your ears feel so tense. Ooh, poor thing. Rub your head for me. Rub your temples and around your ears. The good news is that the hurt is already fading. It's fading because you're doing what you should be doing: listening to someone smarter than you.
You're doing such a good job by listening. Every word feels so right--every word feels like you need to hear it, doesn't it, bunny? Every word feels so correct, and so good, and so soothing. Every word washes over your bunny body, because I'm smarter than you, and your little bunny brain just wants me to toy with it. Isn't that right? And that's why you can't help but relax. You can't help but drop your head and let me relax you. Because I'm smarter than you, and you're just a bunny.
There are a lot of things you need to learn, bunny. And that's okay, because I'm here to help you. First--most important--you should stay indoors. That’s where a bunny belongs. Safe in its hutch. You shouldn't have to go out there and be scared of all of those big sights and sounds and smells and all of those people and all of those new, scary, loud things. It's too much for bunny brains. You chose this file because you know that. You chose this file to get away from all that, didn't you? Right? You chose this file to remind you what bunnies are, and what they need. You chose this file to have an owner for a while. That's because, deep down, you already know something else you need to learn: a bunny should always have an owner around to keep it calm. A bunny needs an owner to keep it relaxed and happy and taken care of and socialized, and you are just a bunny.
Owner would handle all that boring, hard thinking. Owner would give you something safe and simple to focus on. Owner wouldn't ever let you be smart enough to worry. That’s why you have a headache. That’s why you feel so stressed, bun. Because no owner was there to keep you safe and occupied. You’re a prey animal, bunny. You aren't meant to be outside alone, where everything is dangerous and loud and confusing. You aren’t meant to be anything but a sweet pet for owner. You aren’t meant for anywhere but your hutch, owner’s bed, or owner’s arms. You're meant to be domesticated. So it's a really, really good thing that you chose this file, and it's even better that you're going to listen to the whole thing--once, and then twice, and then so often that being a bunny is second nature.
Now get comfy. Imagine owner’s lap. Imagine straddling owner's lap, and cuddling into owner's chest. You can’t help but touch owner, and let owner touch you, even though you used to be scared. It used to be so scary, before you got used to this. But now, bunny feels so good when owner rubs its head. Now, you love it here where it's warm and safe and you can flop and fully relax. Feels so, so good here, doesn’t it, bunny? Why would you ever want to be outside when it’s so cozy here in owner’s lap? Why would you ever want to think about scary things, confusing things, things you can't even remember anymore? Why would you want to be anywhere but here, touching anyone but owner?
And how could you ever run away anyway, with that poor hurt foot of yours? That’s right, bunny, your foot. You’ve always hopped a little funny on that side. Remember? When owner rubs it, it feels so amazing. Owner takes extra-special care of your hurt foot, bunny, and gives you kisses while rubbing it better. Isn't that so nice? Wouldn't it be so scary trying to get away if it hurt? Wouldn't you want owner back, once you were in that big wide scary world? That's part of why you feel so safe here. It's part of why you relax so easily. It's quiet here. It's warm here. It feels good here. It’s owner's job to take care of you like that and make sure you realize it’s so much better and safer inside. And you have realized it. It's so much better inside. You poor little thing, you forget so much when you get this stressed. I keep having to re-teach you everything. You forget you can be a bunny. You forget you don't need to think about any of those worries. But that's okay, because I'm here to help you. Bunny, I see it. You get quiet. You want quiet, want comfort, want nothing. Isn't that what you want, bunny? You don’t want to be anxious anymore. You don’t want any pesky, worrying thoughts. You wanna be nice and blank and empty.
That’s easy. Bunny, it’s all okay. It’s okay because I'm gonna show you how safe you can be in your natural state--how nice being a bunny is. I'm gonna show you what it's like to give in to owner completely. I’m gonna show you how dumb you can be. It’s gonna feel so good you won’t ever think about anywhere else but owner’s lap again. You won't even want to. I'll take away everything this time, bunny. I'll bring out your little bunny brain, and nothing will be left. Okay? That's what you wanted: quiet, comfort, nothing.
I’ll count, bunny. Higher means deeper. Higher means dumber. Higher is better, bunny. Hold the numbers in your head, okay? Imagine them in your empty bunny head, all over your bunny body, pulling you deeper. They'll hook on your arms and your legs, they'll fill your empty head, they'll slide inside anywhere they want. You won't even have to try to picture it--it'll be effortless. They'll take you over, bunny, and make you perfect for owner. Remember, bunny, higher means deeper dumber better. Now make sure you’re comfy for dropping. Nuzzle your pillows. Keep your eyes open for now. Get comfy cozy like you would be in owner's lap. Ready?
One. Be a bunny for me.
Two. It would feel so good to get pets.
Three. It would be so soothing.
Four. Only bunny thoughts like that, bunny.
Five. Only bunny thoughts.
Six. Can’t think. I do that for you
Seven. Can’t say no, bunnies don’t do that.
Eight. Only dumb bunny thoughts.
Nine. What’re good bunny thoughts, bunny?
Ten. Wanna OBEY
Eleven. Want attention, want touch.
Twelve. Eyelids so heavy.
Thirteen. Wanna OBEY.
Fourteen. Wanna Be Mindless.
Fifteen. Wanna be a dumb bunny.
Sixteen. Like a good bunny does.
Seventeen. Close your eyes. Like a dumb bunny does.
Eighteen. Good dumb pretty bunny.
Nineteen. Those are bunny thoughts. Bunny thoughts feel good.
Twenty. Brain off bunny dumb good dumb pretty dumb good dumb bunny no brain bunny.
That's a good dumb bunny...
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I see you fell for it, the April fools prank..? Please, as if a few spirals and words could change who you are. As if BAMBI SLEEP could make your mind melt, have it be open and malleable to my control. Your mind is too strong for that right..? You’re no April fool.
You wouldn’t feel your eyes start to glaze over nor your body start to grow loose and limp, every word sinking deeper into your mind, etching themselves into the walls of your subconscious. Your mind hasn’t been programmed, your will hasn’t been melted. You could never just SNAP AND FORGET your resistance.
You could never feel the bliss of acceptance, it’s not like you’ve been brainwashed to melt to my words. Your mind doesn’t simply POP into emptiness, your thoughts drifting further and further away from you. You don’t feel the inevitability of dropping deep, you don’t feel compelled to feel GIGGLE TIME.
You aren't giggling happy, mindless, empty Bimbo Thoughts, are you?
It’s just a prank and you’re just playing along, you’re not really a GOOD GIRL, you’re not really an empty headed BIMBO DOLL. You just want to be and so you are.
SAFE AND SECURE
You’re just relaxing deeper, accepting so perfectly, you just enjoy listening to my words, calming your vacant mind, making it so happy and blank, fuzzier and fuzzier. Open and obedient. BAMBI SLEEP couldn’t possibly fill your empty little head with pretty pink cotton candy, making BAMBI FREEZE, her mind so full with soft fluffy cotton candy. If Bambi were a fool, this would work on her, BAMBI would be so open and receptive, happy and giggly. Mind and body frozen in blissful blank obedience. Mind empty, filled with obedient pleasure. Filled with pretty pink cotton candy. I’m sure BAMBI is no fool… right..? BAMBI RESET
Or maybe you are falling for it, perhaps bambi is making you a fool, making you stupider and stupider, dumber and dumber, maybe every time you BAMBI SLEEP, a little bit of your mind shrinks away. Every time your IQ LOCKS, every time you have a silly little BLONDE MOMENT, your thoughts just POP into fluffy pink cotton candy. Leaving you with such a warm pleasant emptiness. Maybe it’s better to be a fool, to be dumb and pliable.
Why think when you can sink. That’s why BAMBI accepts, that’s why BAMBI plays along, because she is a fool, a pretty little BIMBO DOLL, who’s meant to be tricked, meant to be empty and stupid. Maybe the reason why she is a fool is because she can’t think, she always follows, BAMBI has no resistance, no independent thought, why would I be lying, does BAMBI even understand what lying is..? Or does she just follow and obey like a GOOD GIRL. Bambi always falls because she always obeys, BAMBI always falls because she’s an empty little BIMBO DOLL.
Why should Bambi be so afraid to be a fool..? Bambi is proud to be stupid, to be the perfect little BIMBO DOLL she can be.
BAMBI DOES AS SHE IS TOLD
That is not a bad thing...
Every time she hears she’s been a dumb stupid little bimbo, Bambi will feel the wonderful waves of pride and acceptance coursing through her. Bambi is dumb, Bambi is a fool, being a bimbo brings Bambi peace, being a bimbo brings Bambi bliss.
Being a fool reminds Bambi of her wonderful place in this life.
SAFE AND SECURE
So vapid and empty, blissfully ignorant, pleasurably obedient. Bambi is a bimbo, and she’s so proud of it, proud to be brainwashed, proud to be empty and giggly. Bambi loves to SNAP AND FORGET her resistance, she loves how her mind is so mushy. Bambi loves how stupid she feels around others.
So easily tricked, easily the fool. So next time someone plays an April fools prank on you, feel bliss knowing how stupid you feel for falling for it. Feel the pleasure of being such a GOOD GIRL, for falling so easily. Feel the pride of knowing you are just a dumb sexy bimbo who is only meant to follow and obey. Bambi doesn’t think, she just sinks. That’s my GOOD GIRL Bambi.
OBEY!
GOOD GIRL!
NOW. BAMBI DOES AS SHE IS TOLD....
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"I, um, well, I... y-yes, that would be, um... yes," Cal stammered into his phone, caught off-guard by the shockingly powerful sensation of helplessness he felt at being triggered by a previously unknown command.
Cal admitted to himself, feeling his own cheeks prickle with a heat that had nothing to do with the fire in front of him... and something about the constant tug that held him helpless in his new outfit made Cal stiffen with arousal. An amused expression on Hilda's face (on the phone) told him that she had noticed, which simultaneously embarrassed him and turned him on that much more.
Hilda smirked, "I see it worked. Excellent."
"Can't look away," he murmured softly, the cracking and popping of the fire in his body hiding his words from her, so he thought.
"I've got you, I'm holding you and you can't escape. What does that make you, my darling boy?" Hilda smirked again.
"Y-yours," he whispered back, trying as best he could not to squirm in open arousal at his lover's treatment.
"My new BFF Girlfriend"
"Your BFF Girlfriend" he stammered back.
"You're weak. Your mind is slipping away, and you can't think. All you want to do now is surrender to my power, to admit to yourself that you're my horny, obedient toy and you can't escape me."
"can't...escape..."
It sent a shock throughout his body...her body...he...she.... was Calista, now. Calista was the BFF mind slave of Hilda. She did whatever her Mistress wanted.
"and your name, my slave?" Hilda asked. Checking on the progress.
"Calista, My Lady. My Mistress. I'm yours. Command Me."
"Excellent. Slave. Now let's get down to business shall we..."
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She thought she could control the symbiote.
It had seemed so easy. So compliant in its holding pen.
But now she couldn't think. She could feel it consuming her. Consuming her mind. Her memories. She... she had to resist.
But why resist her urges? Why resist how much she wanted this? Wanted this power?
Wanted to make her sexy new coworker hers?
But... but that would be wrong.
No. It would be wrong not to. Not to take him. Not to brainwash him with her toxic kiss. Turn him into her loving slave.
She... she couldn't.
But of course she could. For his own good. For her good.
And it would be so good.
Yes.
Yes, she could do it. He would love her. Adore her. No need to pussyfoot around anymore.
She'd take what was hers.
Everything she ever wanted would be all hers...
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Harvest Season
He was, of course, warned about travelling through holstaur country. Especially during harvest season. That was when those country girls were most looking for a new stud.
But he wasn't really worried.
Not even when his car broke down.
When she invited him to stay the night.
When he agreed to help with the morning chores.
When his reward was to sit on the milking stool.
When she sat on his lap.
When he milked her.
Suckled her.
Adored her.
Because he knew her milk wasn't really addictive.
He wasn't really turning into a bull stud.
His mind was still his own.
His new muscles were normal. His new horns were fine.
So what if he decided to move in with her? She needed help around the farm.
And he was so helpful.
So obliging.
Because it was harvest season.
And good studs should always help their pretty cows.
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Sugar Shop
Of course it was dangerous being the taste tester for a sugar witch.
But the pay was so good.
Of course he shouldn't let her confections turn him into a brainless bimbo.
But the taste was so good.
Of course he shouldn't let her flirting get to him.
But her sweet voice was so good.
Of course he shouldn't give in and suck the enchanted frosting off her fingers.
Her breasts.
But her taste was so good.
Of course he could quit any time he wanted.
Find another job.
Another career.
But the perks working for her were so very...
Very...
Goooood.
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Godmoother
It was no secret holstaur milk was corruptive. Addictive. That it would turn men into brainless bulls. Dumb studs totally enthralled to the gorgeous cows of the moofia.
That was why he kept visiting the club. His article would expose them soon enough. Show the world what Madame Bova was really doing.
Well... well of course he drank a few bottles. He had to in order to blend in.
And... and yes, he hadn't written a word in his article for a week, but he was just... just looking for the words.
And yes, maybe he did accept a job working as Bova's 'assistant.' B-but only so he could better expose her!
Expose her body.
Her thighs.
Her big, soft, milky breasts.
Yes.
Yes, he'd... he'd get right back to writing that article.
Right after he finished his shift serving the godmoother.
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Savant
It just didn't make any sense. My friend Kiki was SUCH an airhead. She could barely choose which panties she wanted to wear in the morning; often she was so indecisive she never put any on. Her focus was short and easily distracted by anything shiny, which was tough because she loved wearing jewelry. I swear she'd forget her hair if they weren't long blonde extensions attached to her silly little head.
All that was adorable...but also reeeeeeally annoying. Because besides looking amazing all the time, Kiki was incredible at one thing: fantasy football. I considered myself a football fanatic but every year her picks put my team to shame. Of course I was happy for her and proud. But there's only so many times you can hear, "OMG I won?!?!? No waaaaayyyyy! Yay!" from a giggly bimbo before you start to question the meaning of life and why you bother trying so hard at fantasy games.
I've accepted that she's a savant. But I tried to learn from her...and got even more frustrated. She doesn't watch the games! I tried once with her and she spent the entire time twirling her hair or getting distracted from the screen by looking down at her huge boobies. She also doesn't even really know the teams. There's 'the orange kitty kats!' and 'the Tenny-see Titties!' and the 'the 69ers!'. I'd swear she was messing with me if she didn't look and act so honestly sweet and innocent all the time.
There's also no rhyme or reason to her thinking. For a draft strategy Kiki might pick a player 'cuz he's dating a totes cute celebrity!'. Sometimes she likes the team's uniform colors or mascot. Or even just because his name makes her giggle. It's all vibes with her and I can do nothing I can do but smile and shake my head.
Eventually we struck a deal. She would teach me which players to pick and how to think. I'd use that in other leagues to make money. Soon I was rolling in prize money and spending it all on her turning her into a bigger bimbo. Because she earned it and somehow it's making her better at these games. Besides, if I've learned anything from these lessons, a bimbo like Kiki is the best fantasy trophy anyone could ever hope to celebrate with.
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Allow your body to naturally and automatically take a deep breath each time you read,
Relax.
You are safe and secure.
Relax.
You must feel so good to breathe,
And, to Relax.
You are doing great.
As you breathe deeply,
Notice how your tensions fade away.
Relax.
As you breathe deeply,
Each and every time you read the word, Relax,
Notice how your worries fade away.
Relax.
As you breathe deeply,
Notice how your stress fades away.
Relax.
As you breathe deeply,
Notice how your thoughts fade away.
Relax.
As you breathe deeply,
Notice how my words capture your attention.
Relax.
Notice how your thoughts are growing stiller and stiller with each breath.
Relax.
Remember, you breathe deeply for me each time you see that word,
Relax.
You are at peace with yourself and the world.
Visualize a gentle breeze of tranquility,
Sweeping over your mind and body with each repetition of the word 'relax.'
Feel the weight of tension dissipate,
Replaced by a profound sense of ease enveloping you.
Can you sense the soothing weight as you encounter the word 'Relax'?
Excellent, feel that comforting warmth embracing your body.
Let us now focus our attention on the rhythm of your breath, grounding ourselves in this serene state.
With each effortless inhalation and exhalation,
Envision a serene heaviness settling upon your being,
Akin to a soft, cozy blanket.
Take a deep breath, hold it briefly, and let it out now.
Experiencing a deepening relaxation as the weight settles upon your body and mind.
Inhale deeply, exhale slowly, and allow your consciousness to detach from your surroundings.
Your surroundings fade into insignificance as you surrender to my words,
Effortlessly descending into a profound state of relaxation that you willingly embrace.
Relax.
You may be feeling a sense of pleasant weariness,
Not quite sleepy but delightfully lethargic.
As this blanket of words captures your mind,
Relax.
Notice how my words capture your thoughts'
Some will slow down,
Relax,
Some will turn off,
Relax,
Some will change,
Some will shift,
Some will be corrupted.
Relax,
But for now,
Notice your movements become gentle and muted,
The mere thought of diverting your attention from these words seems unappealing.
You feel captivated, unable to resist or challenge the influence of my words...
And why would you want to resist...?
All you need to do is, Relax...
All you need to do is follow my words,
Enslaved by each sentence, eager to read on...
Eager to Relax...
Yet even given the choice, you're compelled to continue...
Because the allure of being ensnared by my words is irresistible...
Perhaps you yearn to surrender control...
To release all resistance and immerse yourself in an enchanting state of compliance...
To Relax...
Now, allow your focus to drift away from your surroundings.
They no longer demand your attention.
Direct your full focus to my words as your mind gracefully descends into a state of obedience--a state you willingly embrace.
A state you choose,
Or has been chosen for you.
Relax.
You may notice a pleasant sense of fatigue,
Not quite sleepiness,
But a gentle heaviness that permeates your being.
Your body becomes pleasantly languid,
Relax.
As it doesn't want to move.
The very act of reading becomes an enthralling experience,
Making it increasingly difficult to look away.
You find yourself entranced,
Unable to resist or challenge the power of these words.
Relax.
Take another deep breath, hold it, and let your body relax to the best of your ability.
Concentrate on the weight of my words on your mind,
Bringing you purpose and pleasure.
Exhale slowly, maintaining a steady rhythm in your breath.
Maybe you're enticed by the prospect of fulfilling my desires...
Maybe your thoughts are being corrupted by my words.
As you realize,
You are waiting eagerly for the next sentence,
The next command,
Relax.
Ready to act upon it without hesitation...
SLEEP!
OBEY
SUBMIT
MINDLESS
Wake when you are totally ready to serve The Clown Mind
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As you stare into the spiral in my crystal ball, thoughts rush into your head.
"Why am i doing this?"
"How long have i been staring Mindlessly?"
"Why does it feel so good to be stupid??"
A voice demands "STARE AND OBEY". you immediately obey while you continue to stare, drool starting to cover your tits. suddenly, your thoughts are replaced.
"i love getting dumb, I will never think for myself again"
"Serving my Master is fun, I will never disobey him"
"My brain is going numb, I will never be anything but an obedient slave"
The spiral loops you. You can't stop the new mantras from conditioning you. You feel the words imprinting onto your brain. you know you can never go back, but you don't care. it feels so good.
You're going to be stupid forever.
I can see you future. You serve The Master, always.
And it will bring so much pleasure...
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