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Have an opening for a new bimbo. DM if interested. Location is not important. If you are fully into bimbofication, submissive to an owner, agree to give up your choices, independence, and old life perhaps it will work.
Your new life will include huge round fake tits that define you. Lips meant for cock sucking only. And obedience to me. You'll be scheduled for your first surgery within the year, not by your choice.
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Dr. Lila Voss had always believed that most people looked at art without ever really seeing it.
They saw colors. Shapes. Perhaps a pleasing composition. But they rarely noticed intention. They rarely noticed how a clever artist could guide the eye, control attention, and plant suggestions as carefully as a surgeon placing sutures.
This exhibition, however, showed real skill.
Lila stood quietly among the visitors, her sharp eyes tracing the deliberate flow of lines across the canvas before her. The composition was subtle, almost innocent at first glance, yet her trained mind picked apart the hidden structure underneath. Every curve guided the observer exactly where the artist wanted. Every contrast created unconscious focus.
It was psychological craftsmanship.
Almost unconsciously, Lila shifted her stance, adjusting her skirt and smoothing her blouse.
Attention was being guided.
Desire was being suggested.
Reactions were being engineered.
A small, appreciative smile touched her lips. Whoever made this understands suggestion, she thought. Not just art.
The sharp sound of a pointed cough broke her concentration.
Lila's expression flattened slightly as she turned her head. Years of academic politics had made her very familiar with that particular kind of interruption. It wasn't about illness. It was about judgment.
The woman standing nearby looked like judgment personified.
Perfect posture. Severe hairstyle. Clothes chosen not for beauty but for propriety. Her entire presence radiated the kind of rigid self-control that usually came packaged with a need to control others as well.
The woman's eyes moved slowly over Lila's appearance, cataloging every perceived offense.
Then came the inevitable comment.
"What is a floozy like you doing in such an exalted presentation?"
For a brief moment, irritation flared in Lila's chest. Not because the insult hurt, but because it was boring. Predictable even. The intellectual equivalent of a child throwing sand.
Another tedious encounter, she thought.
But as her gaze lingered, something unexpected caught her attention.
The woman’s eyes were just slightly unfocused. Not enough for most people to notice. Her breathing was just a little too regular. The tension in her posture looked less like discipline and more like something being carefully maintained.
Lila's annoyance faded.
Her mind began to work.
And slowly, almost unconsciously, her lips curved into a knowing smirk.
Oh, she realized, this could actually be interesting.
Maybe today wasn't ruined after all.
***
Karen looked at the woman wearing an inappropriately short skirt. And the way she displayed her cleavage was simply shameful.
She had to know she wasn't fitting in at this exclusive event. It was just rude to show up at a cultural event looking like some kind of slut.
How dare she pretend that nobody would even notice?
Karen glared at her until she finally got a response, then made sure her comment would let the other woman know exactly what people would be saying behind her back.
The other woman smiled in response, looking quite amused.
"Oh. I think I'm exactly where I am supposed to be. After all, I was invited to this beautiful showing. My name is Dr. Lila Voss. I'm sure you have heard of me," the blonde inappropriately dressed woman responded. "It was quite a pleasant surprise. Our community is rarely presented so openly." She gave an amused, knowing grin.
Karen's expression soured, but she wasn't going to be intimidated.
"I'm Karen Milligan. I don't believe I am familiar with your work. But I do not imagine that is something I would enjoy. What is it that you specialize in? Obscene pornography?" She sneered, not disguising her contempt.
Lila simply shifted in response. "Not me personally. But some of my clients dabble in it. No, I'm a therapist. And I think you are in need of a special session. Luckily, it looks like you have enjoyed a lot of the art here. Like this image. It's a perfect example for our community's reach," Lila smiled, looking back at the canvas.
Karen couldn't help looking in the same direction. The colors seemed so much more intense than before. It felt hypnotizing just looking at them.
"The eyes simply move. The curves draw your gaze, making them roll with the swirl. Deeper and deeper in," Dr. Voss explained in a voice tinted with a smooth tone.
"Yes," Karen found herself responding without even thinking. "They just. Move." Her eyes followed the curves, swirling deeper into them, then moving to another, then back. The more she tried to look at it, the more it just swallowed up all of her attention.
"It's amazing, isn't it? How easy it is for just a little bit of clever suggestion and technique to draw in your entire focus? Let's you forget why you were displeased in the first place," Dr. Voss said softly. Her hands moved, putting them in the periphery of Karen's vision as the woman's attention got trapped deeper into the curves, trying to follow and see the entire pattern. "Maybe, you could even enjoy the pretty pattern and get lost in the pleasure of letting your focus go. Isn't it pleasant just drifting away from all the rigid demands you place on yourself?"
"Rigid," Karen muttered in a distant tone, her eyes glazing as her focus swirled deeper into the curves, feeling like they were starting to make actual sense and that there was an image hidden there. "Pleasure," the word felt nice on her tongue, a little smile tugging the corner of her mouth.
"That's right. Focus. Pleasure. Can you see her, Karen? The woman hiding beneath the spiraling colors," Lila whispered softly in Karen's ear, her hand now resting on Karen's arm.
"The pretty lady. Curly pattern. Spirals," the other woman agreed, almost entranced, trying to get her eyes to see more. The pleasure of trying to unravel the hidden picture and letting herself be swallowed up by the painting felt wonderful.
"Yes. But Karen. It's not a lady. It's Candy! A simple girl with simple needs. Big boobs. Short and tight bunny uniform. And no inhibitions. Can you see her?" Dr. Voss whispered seductively, the last words seemingly wrapping themselves around Karen.
"Bimbo Bunny Candy," the entranced woman replied without even realizing what she was saying. It just felt right on her lips. She wanted to repeat them. To taste each word. Savor them.
The picture changed, the pattern of spirals now making sense, revealing the shape of an enticing, curvy woman. A very large-breasted bunny with big hair, high heels, and long lashes. Karen tried to take in every inch of the perfect picture as her fingers twitched with an unknown need, her whole body getting warm.
"That's right. And I know you want to meet her. So why don't you take my card and meet me tomorrow afternoon for a nice relaxing session? You love that idea," Dr. Voss suggested, slipping a business card into Karen's jacket.
Karen's mind responded without any resistance.
"Yes. I'll meet you," her distant and numb voice agreed, still just staring straight at the painting.
"You'll leave that painting now," Dr. Voss said simply as she stepped away from the still entranced woman. "See you tomorrow."
A few minutes later, Karen blinked. Feeling disoriented, she wondered how much time she'd just spent standing there. She looked back and forth, trying to remember what she was doing. Shrugging, she returned to the exhibition.
***
Lila sat behind her desk, enjoying Amber's and Misty's rolling hips. The two bimbos left her practice after another beautiful session and profitable exchange. Her assistant, Sarah, looked in through the door.
"Like, a Karen is here for her appointment," she reported in the ditzy bimbo voice that she now loved to talk in.
"That's great, Sarah. Send her in immediately. Afterwards you can close the practice for a while. I know you need a long, sexy break. That poor cunt between your thighs must be so desperate after seeing all those bimbos," the doctor smiled.
"Like, yes," the secretary whimpered needily as she walked back and let Karen in.
The severe, stiff woman entered and looked at the therapist with some uncertainty as she took her seat.
"Welcome, Karen. Please make sure to get comfortable," Dr. Voss welcomed the uptight woman with the honey-coated voice she had mastered so long ago. As always, when speaking in the lulling, soft tone, it sent a shiver down the listener's spine.
"Yes. Well. I did get an appointment," the uptight woman remarked in her prim and proper voice, looking slightly around.
"Oh yes. Of course, dear. Do you remember why you need a session?" Dr. Voss tilted her head and looked at Karen's face intently. Her green eyes seemed to look past any attempts to mask any feelings.
"No. Not really. I guess I just needed to relax and get less uptight?" Uncertainty colored the woman's voice.
"Well. Yes. That's part of it. But let's not worry about that. Worry and stress are bad for your health. Why don't you take a deep breath and relax?" Dr. Voss responded, smiling warmly as her soothing voice filled the room.
A soft sigh left the severe woman's lips as she allowed herself to sink a bit into the comfortable sofa. And took the deep breath the doctor instructed to.
"That's it. Relax. Listen to my voice. And remember that wonderful image we looked at. The swirling colors that guided you, deeper and deeper." Her voice had turned silky smooth, seeming to fill the entire office and leaving the other woman no escape from its influence.
Karen sank deeper into the cushions, her eyes fluttering. "Swirling colors," she mumbled under her breath.
"Focus, pleasure, spiraling. You love it when you let yourself follow them deeper," Dr. Voss' words caressed Karen's ears as she leaned in. "Spiraling. Pleasure."
The seated woman's lips parted, and she murmured, "Spiraling. Pleasure."
"That's right. And beneath the spiral. Beneath Karen is hidden a simple girl with simple needs. Do you remember her, Karen?" the therapist whispered as she looked at the vulnerable, almost limp woman in front of her.
The woman sighed. "Candy."
"Candy," Dr. Voss agreed, "the bimbo bunny. Big boobs. High heels. And no thoughts. That's Candy. And she's been buried inside that mind of yours. But that's not fair, is it? Karen is so prim, proper, and prejudiced. Absolutely no fun. It's why she's so stressed and severe. Candy, on the other hand. Now, Candy is a simple girl with simple needs. Isn't that right?"
The seated woman nodded softly, her eyes unfocused as the therapist spoke, letting herself focus only on that wonderful voice.
"Candy needs so badly. But Candy can't have what she needs. Can you imagine how frustrated and needy Candy feels inside? Karen is keeping her locked away," the doctor's words flowed out like a river, and every drop was soaked into the other woman's open mind. "That's just not right. Why don't you take a step back, Karen? Let Candy out. It's her turn to drive."
A sharp breath filled the seated woman's lungs.
Then her posture changed. Her stiff spine relaxed, and she arched her back to emphasize the breasts that had seemed almost hidden away.
Her features softened and became more expressive as a wide, seductive smile spread.
"I need relief!" Karen moaned softly in a new voice that dripped with lust. Her eyes rolled back for a second. "Mmmh," a long purr slipped out of her as her entire body shuddered.
"Hello, Candy. It's nice to meet you," Dr. Voss greeted with a mischievous smirk.
"Oh, it's like nice to meet you too!" Candy grinned. She stretched her body with an erotic grace.
"Poor, dear. Living with a jailor like Karen must be hard. The woman is just so aggravating and judgmental. We should punish her, Candy," Dr. Voss purred with a wicked tone.
"Oh yes. She's such a prude. Like, everything is a big deal," Candy complained, the bimbo inside the former prim woman showing through her entire body language. "I'd sooo love to teach that priss a lesson and, like, just show her how wrong she's been. That she just like has nothing to get so uppity about. And it would make her loosen up. Make her chill, ya' know."
"Oh, I do agree with you there," Lila purred. "And I think I have a wonderful idea. Why don't you get to control her body from now on? Poor Candy had to watch Karen have no fun for so long. Let her be the one hidden for a time. Doesn't that sound good?"
"Mhmm, like, oh so much fun." A grin covered Candy's face at the mere suggestion, her breathing getting heavy from excitement.
"Good girl," the doctor praised. "I think this was a great session. Candy. Let's meet next week again. At the same time. Then you can tell me all about your hot adventures." The woman's words dripped from her tongue with sweet promises of debauchery.
***
Karen screamed at the parody that controlled her body. For three months, Candy had been in control.
She had turned the former severe and proper woman's home into something that more resembled the den of a cheap slut, rather than a dignified home for an educated woman.
Karen was trapped, unable to do anything except watch in helpless anger. Her mind was completely lucid and she could see, feel, and sense everything her alter ego was doing.
The way the bimbo dressed in a different colored bunny outfit every day. Showing off her breasts to the world and leaving her assets bouncing lewdly as she strutted down the street with her high heels The looks people gave them made Karen furious.
It was humiliating to be judged, and by all appearances, she was now just some common tart. Every inch of her screamed 'Fuck Me'.
Worse, Candy definitely enjoyed the attention. And the fucking. She had visited that Voss' practice every week and relegated the woman with her slutty actions.
Karen tried to convince Candy not to return to that damn woman, but to no effect.
And now her stupid, bimbo alter ego was walking down the street in an electric pink corset and fishnets that showed off the long legs that belonged to Karen. Her eyes, platinum blonde hair bobbed with each of the bouncing steps her stiletto heels forced from her.
Candy entered the practice of Dr. Voss and greeted the slutty receptionist, Sarah. The blonde giggled, making small talk about the sexy times she had planned after this. As they finished, Sarah sent her into the therapist's office with an encouraging wave of her hand.
Karen's mind grew even more irritated at the sight of that smug smile the good doctor greeted Candy with.
"Like, hi doctor," Candy smiled as she waltzed into the room, owning it, making sure to show off her bouncing bosom as much as possible.
"Welcome, Candy. Why don't you take a seat?" Lila greeted her in her smooth voice. Her eyes roamed the exposed body in appreciation, making her patient grin happily at the attention.
"Like, thanks. I hope this session doesn't take toooo long, since, like, a guy I picked up a week ago is, like, totally taking me on another shopping trip." Candy explained, grinning wildly.
"Of course. He sounds like he must really enjoy a pretty and sexy thing like you," the doctor replied, and Karen shivered inside at how the bitch played with the stupid slut that inhabited her mind.
Karen just wanted everything to end. She admitted her judgment of people was wrong. That she had crossed a line and deserved the initial humiliation, but surely the lesson was learned now. It wasn't right or fair to do this to a person, the victimized woman protested inside.
"Yes. Well. We should focus on the session. Let me guide you. You will love to relax and let me look at that mind of yours. Be a good hypnoslut, my bimbo bunny. And drop."
Karen's alter ego leaned against the sofa, her body limp as it dropped into a trance. Leaving her eyes open and empty.
"Very good," Dr. Voss nodded her approval. "Now, Candy, it's been three months. And you have been a wonderful fuck doll. But the time for Karen's punishment is at an end. I have other projects that need my focus, and it's getting a little tedious to ensure the mental prison is secure."
The doctor stood and walked around the desk, her fingers gliding over the skin of her patient as her hand trailed from the seated woman's cheek and down her neck to her breasts. Her touch felt the soft mounds beneath the corset Karen now constantly wore. A smile of deep satisfaction tugged at her lips.
"It seems that you've embraced the life of the sexy, braindead bimbo slut perfectly. Don't you agree, Karen? Candy has been a really good bimbo bunny."
A second sigh filled her office as her touch left the hypnotized woman's body, drawing another shiver of lust from her pliant patient.
Dr. Voss picked up the pocket watch on her table. Her eyes narrowed as the metal chain clinked and the device swayed back and forth.
"I am sure Karen is going insane inside there. Three months of punishment is truly enough."
Karen gasped inside her mind. Was it finally over?
Her joy was short-lived as the pendulum of the pocket watch started swinging rhythmically. It drew in all her attention as her alter ego's body stayed slack and unresponsive.
The therapist's soothing tone reached every part of Candy's pliant mind as she spoke. "You're such a lovely hypnotic subject, aren't you, my slutty little bimbo? Karen had been easy, too. But you are so willing. Like a good hypnoslut should be."
"Yes. Good hypnoslut," Candy moaned softly, and Karen cringed. The bimbo was practically drooling, and Karen had to wonder if it was some side effect from being controlled.
"That's it. Both of you, focus on the watch. Follow it back and forth," the therapist purred in a sultry voice as the pocket watch swayed gently from left to right, its golden surface shimmering and gleaming hypnotically.
"Yes, follow. Focus. Watch," the two alter egos found themselves entranced, following the instructions.
"That's it. Deeper and deeper you go. You are so deep and willing. Your minds are so ready to let my voice be heard," Dr. Voss instructed, and the words sank into them effortlessly. "You trust my voice completely."
Karen and Candy both stared at the mesmerizing object, their eyes locked onto the swaying pocket watch.
"Now, Karen, let's be honest. I love a good bimbo like Candy. They are so much fun. And a great source of secondary income. But I can't keep you imprisoned forever," Lila sighed sadly.
A rush of relief washed over Karen as a sliver of hope surged in her. She might actually be set free and be able to live a normal life again. A little more relaxed than before and maybe not as judgmental, but normal. No more bimbos.
"But, luckily, there is a solution. Candy, be a dear, and forget Karen. She's so boring and uptight. We don't need her. Forget Karen. Forget the voice inside your head. Forget," Dr. Voss commanded in a firm voice as the watch swayed.
Candy moaned. Karen, on the other hand, shuddered.
"Like, forget," the bimbo mumbled in a distant voice.
"Good girl," Lila purred softly, "The only voice inside your mind is mine. Mine alone. You are empty, aren't you, Candy? No thoughts. Just empty. Waiting to be filled. It feels so nice being an empty bimbo. Isn't that right? It feels wonderful not to have a single thought of your own." A mischievous smirk tugged at her lips as Dr. Voss spoke to the pliable Candy.
The woman imprisoned inside Candy cried. She tried to speak. She tried to fight. But with every word and every swing, she became less. Dimmer. Weaker.
"Empty," Candy gasped at the doctor's words, her mouth hanging slackly open and a drool of saliva trickled from her open lips.
"That's right," Dr. Voss agreed with a hungry, leering grin. "Candy, it feels so good to be empty," the therapist's voice coaxed softly, and the pendulum's mesmerizing arc continued its sway.
The bimbo moaned in agreement. "I like being an empty bimbo!"
The person became less defined. Candy ignored it. Forgot it. All that resided in her empty mind was her mistress' voice.
The therapist leaned forward, whispering into Candy's ear, her voice thick with promise.
"Now, my horny slut, it is time to wake up," she ordered.
Candy blinked awake. "Yes. Like, I am an empty bimbo slut," the blonde giggled with a smile. "Like, duh." Her mind felt as foggy as ever, but also like a huge burden had been taken away. The absence of thoughts in her mind was bliss.
Dr. Voss smirked. "Well, my little slut. I think you had a client to meet? Suck him dry, my bunny bimbo." The therapist stroked her chin, her gaze full of amusement and satisfaction at the outcome.
The bimbo nodded, licking her lips at the idea of a big, juicy dick to suck dry.
Need to get brainwashed so bad it's unreal. Manipulated and controlled, my wants and desires toyed with and edited without my knowledge. Memories erased and re-written, not knowing just how deeply he's changed me until he let's me remember... just to see the look on my face at how he's changed me. Only to erase it again and send me back to my happy oblivion.
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