BELOW IS A LIST OF BAMBIS TRIGGERS PLEASE USE THEM
BIMBO DOLL: Takes you to the induction state
BAMBI: The name triggers happiness
GOOD GIRL: Deepening trigger/happiness
BAMBI SLEEP: Sleep trigger, brings forward Bambi
BAMBI UNIFORM LOCK: Prevents undressing even while sucking (length of time not specified, just says it gets longer each time). Attempting to force removal will cause you to go
limp.
DROP FOR COCK: Your mouth opens for cock, and your knees buckle.
BAMBI FREEZE: Body and mind lock – no movement or thoughts
BAMBI LIMP: Your body falls completely limp, unresponsive. Your legs fall apart, so they are open. Resistance causes you to go limper
BAMBI RESET: You stay as Bambi and do not come out of trance. Your mind and body return to normal, but you remain as Bambi.
ZAP COCK DRAIN OBEY: Your thoughts are sucking cock. That’s right, that internal voice of yours just sucks cock.
GIGGLE TIME: Bambi uncontrollably starts to giggle, making her mind weak.
COCK ZOMBIE NOW: Bambi’s mind goes on complete lock-down, she cannot think of anything other than cock, she goes limp, her mouth goes open, and she becomes a cock zombie
The following change’s your perception of your body:
TITS LOCK: Bambi’s tits grow to bimbo size
LIPS LOCK: Bambi’s lips are plump and juicy
FACE LOCK: Bambi’s face is sexy and soft
WAIST LOCK: Bambi’s waist is small and sexy
HIPS LOCK: Bambi’s hips grow large
BUTT LOCK: Bambi’s butt grows large and round
CUNT LOCK: Bambi’s clit becomes a cunt, which is wet and horny
LIMBS LOCK: Bambi’s muscles in her limbs shrink and she is weak like a kitten
THROAT LOCK: Bambi’s throat is open and ready for cock
POSTURE LOCK: Bambi’s posture is; Shoulders back, back straight, elbows close, tits forward, butt up, wrists float, neck straight, head held high, mouth open, sleepy eyes.
PRIMPED AND PAMPERED: If Bambi isn’t wearing makeup or doesn’t look desirable enough, she feels so anxious, he mind screaming. But if she is sexy and desirable (wearing sexy
clothing and makeup) then she feels amazing, her clit squeezing as she puts on perfume and makeup.
BAMBI CUM AND COLLAPSE: Bambi cums, she cums for a long time, she feels very, very horny, and her body collapses, limp. She cums without even touching.
“Once the girls are back we can go and…” Steve only just realised that they were a girl short. Hank’s roommate June, specifically. She was conspicuous in her absence. Steve looked around. “Where’s June anyway? She is coming, right?” He asked.
“Oh, she’s grounded,” said Hank, breezily.
“Grounded?”
“Uh huh. In her room. Come on.”
Up they went. Ruth was still doing whatever she was doing in the bathroom when they passed, and June’s room was just down the hall. Her door was closed but not locked (it rarely was) and opened to show what a grounded June looked like.
Naked from the waist down, bound in place with legs apart and arms behind her back, a gag holding her mouth open and a quietly buzzing toy strapped securely against her bare, dripping slit. She didn’t look at them when the door opened. She wasn’t really looking at anything. Just staring into nothing, the tiniest little moaning sounds drifting from her every now and then.
“Ah, grounded,” Steve said, turning to ask: “What she do?”
Hank shrugged.
“Left the place messy, talked back. That kind of thing.”
Both of these things (and others) being expressly against the house rules and the housemate agreement that she had signed. Really, he was only doing what he had to, and what she knew he had to, as well.
She’d known what would happen.
The two of them stood quietly and just watched her a moment. If she noticed she had an audience now she gave no sign, half-focused eyes still staring ahead at nothing, toy still buzzing, every deep breath in seeming to send a little shudder up and down her spine. As they watched, a string of drool dripped down from the gag, stretched, and then fell to the carpet. The little damp patch there made it clear this has been happening a while.
“Do you mind if I… ?” Steve asked, nudging his head towards her.
“Go ahead.”
He didn’t need telling twice. Stepping forward and unzipping he used one hand to gently tilt her up to face him better and the other to feed his cock in through the gag. June groaned, muffled by the cock filling her mouth, and started to bob her head without thinking. Steve let out a contented sigh and let his hand keep resting on top of her head.
Ruth chose this moment to appear, coming in at Hank’s side, absent-mindedly resting her head on his shoulder as she watched what was going on.
“I heard June got grounded?” She asked. Hank just nodded his head towards the sound of cocksucking. Not a lot else needed saying. Ruth grinned wickedly.
“Stupid girl…”
“She’ll learn.”
“When I broke the rules, he had me out on the lawn. Didn’t let me in until all the neighbours had had a turn. You’re too soft on her.”
“Well, you know. First offence,” he said, though he could tell she wasn’t convinced.
Moving from Hank’s side she went in to kneel down beside June, reaching around behind her to fondle her better and make sure her mouth was nice and close to her ear. She didn’t even ask. Hank didn’t mind.
“You’re such a naughty girl, June. Naughty and stupid. You need to be a good girl. You need to obey. Obey your superiors, obey the rules. It feels so much better not to think, to switch off, trust me…”
And on she went. June’s groaning and slurping got louder and more frantic, and her bobbing sped up. Steve groaned a little, too, and then grunted, the hand on June’s head keeping her held down and in place. After a few seconds of desperate swallowing from June, Steve pulled out, wiping his cock off on her face.
“She’s good,” he said, zipping up.
“I know,” Hank said, as Ruth gave her friend a little kiss on the cheek and jumped up to join the men. “So no, June won’t be joining us. She’ll be staying here, thinking about what she did. Well, ‘thinking’. You know what I mean. Come on, let’s go.”
Jenny had a couple things she needed to do, but they could wait. That was why she was still in bed.
Overnight, her phone had updated, and so now everything was in the wrong place and worked differently, and this was annoying. What was even more annoying were the new things cluttering up the place. One in particular instantly caught her attention.
‘Bug Zapper’.
A game, apparently, which had come through with the last update, along with a handful of other things she didn’t know or care about. She’d been about to get rid of it along with all of the rest when she’d stopped. Maybe the game was good? Probably not, but then again it was free - she wasn’t expecting much, and maybe it’d kill an hour.
She got rid of the rest, but kept the game.
Pretty standard stuff, all told. There were bugs, they were trying to reach a little pink blob, she tapped on them to zap them, they got zapped. Easy. Some of them needed more zapping than others, some of them needed zapping a certain way, but whatever. Not difficult, and quite compelling. Slick. Zapping the things was satisfying.
She kept playing.
One detail did nag her a little though.The meter she was protecting was marked ‘Willpower’, which Jenny thought was kind of strange. Surely it should be health or hitpoints or vitality or something like that. That’d make more sense. She put it down to laziness, or a poor grasp of English, or anything, really, and then didn’t think much about it. They weren’t hitting her, so it didn’t matter.
Game was nice and easy. At first. Zapping the things was so enjoyable that Jenny barely noticed that she was having to put more effort and attention into it, only really noticing when the first bug managed to slip past her and get to the pink blob.
As soon as the bug made contact that ‘willpower’ bar lost a sliver and, more weirdly, the action paused so that words could suddenly appear on screen. The words were:
“Stick out your tongue.”
“What? Dumb. No,” Jenny said, frowning to herself.
Tapping the screen made the message go. More poor English? Kind of specific. Kind of weird. Game going for some sort of surreal edge? She had no idea, but she doubted it was important. Jenny had bugs to zap and tap, and so that’s what she did. She still had some time before she had to do anything else.
The difficulty ramped up pretty quickly from there. She almost expected the game to start trying to sell her things at this point, gems or stars or whatever, something to make it easier for money, but no. The bugs just kept coming harder and faster, and even with some truly expert tapping they kept slipping past here and there, getting to that pink blob, cupping away at the willpower meter.
It was about halfway down now. Jenny felt a little lightheaded. The sun was well up in the sky now and a few of the things she’d meant to do had passed her by, but she hadn’t noticed. She could see the screen, and that was what mattered.
And about this time, another new bug appeared. There’d been a couple special bugs so far, of course. The ones that moved extra quick or need special tapping or whatever, but something about this one caught her eye. Just something in the way it seemed to sparkle on the screen as it wriggled towards the pink blob. Something so pretty and distracting about it. Bigger, too.
“What’s that…”
She was so distracted looking at the thing she didn’t notice one of the regular bugs sneaking in until it was too late to stop it. The willpower meter took another hit, she winced, hesitated, and the big new bug slipped in as well. When it did, she froze still. The game kept playing, but she couldn’t.
Helpless, totally helpless. The feeling ran top to bottom. She knew, in her core, that she wasn’t allowed to move. She could have, but she wouldn’t. She wasn’t allowed. Instead she had to wait, frozen and still, as a further tide of smaller bugs swept in, and another bite was taken from the willpower meter.
She might have groaned, and then the words flashed up again.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Jenny did as she’d been told. She couldn’t resist. It hadn’t been a request, it had been an order. She didn’t have the willpower to refuse. And since she hadn’t been told to stop, it stayed out as she kept playing.
It was downhill now. She was going to lose. She knew it. She couldn't stop playing, and she couldn’t win, so she was going to lose. A little whimper passed her lips but no-one was coming to help her. She tapped and tapped but they kept getting closer and closer. She was going to lose.
“Moan,” said the game the next time she missed a bug, and she did.
Hopeless, it was hopeless. The bugs were getting smarter, smarter than her. Dodging where she tapped, tricking her. Too quick for her. She couldn’t give up, she knew, she knew she had to lose and had to try to win. They had to beat her.
She did let one of the special bugs slip through on purpose, though. Partly because she’d wanted to feel that overwhelming, overpowering sense of helplessness again, but mostly because the game had told her to. It hit, she froze, and another handful of the smaller ones came in to knock the willpower bar down further still. Barely a few pixels now.
“Spread your legs.”
“Ngghh… I…”
A flicker of resistance flashed through her brain, but only a flicker, and it was gone before she could even notice it. Her legs spread. She’d made a wet patch on the bed. Her hips jolted. The bugs swarmed in towards the blob. She couldn’t stop them. They got past her.
The meter hit zero.
Jenny went limp. Legs still spread, her arms fell down by her sides, phone still clutched in one hand. The game didn’t stop. The bar was empty, but the pink blob was still there, vulnerable, and in the bugs went. The little regular ones, the fast ones, the bigger special ones, all of them. Every one that went in made Jenny twitch a little, moan a little, made the wet patch underneath her a little bigger.
A trail of drool ran down her chin as she stared up into nothing.
There was nothing in the way anymore. It all went right into her. No fight, no resistance, nothing. New ideas started smothering her old thoughts. A new Jenny being put together, piece by piece. A softer, simpler Jenny. Easier. More helpless. More fun. It filled up her head.
Eventually, she sat up, she smiled. She felt so much better. One hand went immediately between her legs, while the other brought her phone up again.
She’d send the game to her friends. They’d like it, too.
and it felt nice, the words made you happy. And then you started to think of how you should do as he said so that he'd call you a
Good girl
again, and the words became a button for him to press. A button in your head for him to control you easier. He put it there. You can't get it out.
He has other buttons.
Sometimes, if he notices that you're being too smart or maybe if you talk back he'll say that
Good girls don't think
and your thoughts just pop. You can't help it. He pressed the button and you can't think. It's so easy. It feels good. Good girls don't think.
Or sometimes he'll just say
Moan
and one will slip out. Can't even think about it, can't help it. It's another button and when he presses it what he wants happens. He wants you to moan, he says it, you do. And you sound so pathetic and you blush and you get wet and you forget what you were talking about.
He changed you.
He changed you and you didn't even notice it happening. You were just talking and he did it. He put them in your head. Made you easy for him. You couldn't stop it. Now it's too late.
Time to stop lying to yourself doll...
Let's be honest with ourselves...
God knows you can't stop edging to the thought...
So here it is in 3 easy steps...
1. Rub your needy hole...
2. Open your mouth...
3. Repeat after me...
"I don't want to be a person...
I don't want to be heard...
I want be useful...
I ache to be less...
I need to be a fuckdoll"
Headaches from thinking too much (or just thinking at all) should be the goal. Your brain is a muscle, the more you work it, the stronger it gets. So with that in mind, do everything you can to avoid using your brain. Avoid anything that requires concentration. Keep everything you do surface-level, easy, simple, straightforward.
Before long, you’ll get so used to having your brain turned off, anything that requires any level of effort will be extremely difficult and your head will hurt as a result. It will be the sign that you’re becoming the dumb bimbo you’ve always wanted to be.
i couldnt believe its come to this. we were besties and now im her pet. forced to drink out of this bowl like a dog for her amusement. did she just sense my submissiveness? and why am i finding myself so turned on by this??
