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wg and bimbofication are such a fun combo

like who says bimbos have to be skinny? big pretty tits, big pretty ass… don’t you think that looks awfully empty without a belly to match?

getting dumber with every pound you put on.. more and more eager to be used and objectified… just a big fat piece of eye candy. and just looking at that waistline of yours, we all know you love candy!!

when i'm sober, i'm very smart and i read a lot of books, which is why i want you to keep me stoned and drunk 24/7, so i'm dumb all the time and can't read a line to save my life, can't hold a single thought, an intellectual turned into a dumb cute pet who doesn't need to do anything but get dumber for you <3

Honey. Sweetie. Angel. Good little whore.

Do you remember what the difference between these is? Do you know why, when we're in public, I use some of them and not others?

You don't, do you? I expected as much. Don't worry, you don't need to. As long as you know what I call you, and as long as you come when I call.

I often instinctively grab and hug anything nearby when I'm being railed. Pillows, blahaj, the person doing the railing, etc. Trying to anchor on to something in a futile effort to keep my mind from melting.

it never works, of course.

need a bratty femme to taunt me and get me so worked up i just have to take out my frustration on them. hastily pulling off their shirt and skirt and panties so they're fully exposed for me, completely pinning them down on the bed so they can't squirm away. i wanna break them until all of their brattiness melts away, leaving nothing in their head but the desire to keep being the dumb free use bimbo slut they are. drooling so nicely for me when use their pretty soft lips and tongue and throat to get me ready for stretching out their other holes~ <3

mmm i love when i smoke a joint and i feel myself getting dumber and more incoherent with every puff i take. i don't want to have any thoughts or be expected to be smart, i just want to infuse my brain cells with thc and wash away everything in my brain <3

I want to take your words from you. But not all at once.

Just look you in the eyes in the morning, lull you into a trance, and then say fifty words you'll never understand again. Randomly-chosen. You won't remember which they were. But every time you hear them, or try to think of them, the meaning will slip away - you'll just feel a little shock of hazy bliss, and lose yourself to need for a moment.

The first time, it'll be a tiny little sacrifice, one that would probably never even matter. You might know 30,000 words - what's fifty of them? But every day, it'll grow, until it stops being a fun little surprise and starts being an incapacitation.

It'll take a year or two for me to take away every single one. But maybe you'll get lucky.

Maybe two months in, you'll lose "the", and never be a human being again.

transformation kink is Vibrating rn…. thinking abt being turned into the perfect pet for a dom, my ass and hips growing, my ears shifting into puppy ears and a tail growing to match, my tongue getting nearly too big to fit in my mouth and so much droolier, my mind melting until all I can think about is being bred and pleasing my owner