EternalsA2Z TG Captions

An Eternity of captions from A-Z. Posts are fictional fantasy prose focused mainly on M2F, bimbo, and brat transformation themes

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Bimbo Moments: Driving

You thought you recalled being a world-class Formula 1 racer and needing to drive away from this mansion really fast! Luckily Daddy reminded you that was all silly and you actually don't drive anymore because you get distracted by the pretty green/yellow/red lights and stiletto heels aren't good for driving. So you giggle and hop out of the driver's seat cuz you prefer being a passenger princess and fooling around in the backseat anyways. Thankfully Daddy was there to steer you straight...you had a total #bimbomoment there!

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Destiny

It was a long, slow climb. The echoes of her elegant heels and the feeling of her long nails gliding along the railing loosely tethered her to physical reality. Destiny's mind was elsewhere.

The journey reminded her how far she had come from the bottom. Went she was plain, dark-haired, flat-chested. One step at a time she had ascended, improving herself until she shined above the crowd. A first-place prize, a trophy in a sparkly figure-hugging dress.

She gazed down at the crowd. They looked so small up at the top, staring up at her. Her haughty side smirked while her inner attention whore preened. They all admired her as a goddess on high.

But Destiny realized that they weren't just looking up at her. They looked up to her. Down below were other budding bimbos, people aspiring to her flawless femininity, poor souls looking for a life of pampered luxury. She was in a place of privilege at the top. An angel of inspiration they aspired to be.

She took her final step. She was at the top of the estate and in her ultimate state. A bratty beauty, a glam fashionista, a bimbo diva. Destiny had earned and deserved all these titles. Which meant it was finally time to get what she wanted.

Slowly, she entered the trophy room on the top floor, and plucked a sparkly crown off a pedestal. She placed the silver circlet on her golden mane of hair. It was, of course, a perfect fit.

After ensuring not a hair on her newly crowned head was out of place, she slowly glided back down to the party. It was time to show everyone that she had accepted her destiny as Destiny and was ready to rule as an ascended queen of glamour.

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Bimbo Moments: Popping

If your booty is so popping you're think the guy on TV's eyes are popping out as he stares at them...you might be having two #bimbomoments

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Bimbo Moments: Deep Thoughts

Sometimes people see you looking all contemplative and assume you're putting your Ph.D in philosophy to good use. In reality, you're just think about your outfit and whether it's butting your DD enhancements to good use. There's no deep thoughts...just a ditzy thot having a #bimbomoment

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Bimbo Moments: Flotation

If you complain about lack of flotation devices in the shallow end of the pool and the lifeguard just stares at your newly enhanced chest...you might be having a #bimbomoment

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Bimbo Moments: Pet

When your Daddy or Mommy talks about getting a pet and you dimly think that means you need to dress up cute to apply for the position...you might be having a #bimbomoment

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Doll Deliverer

I love my job! Handling packages makes me feel all, like, fill-fulled and stuff. I mean I used to do something similar when I, like, stole packages off porches. But I know now I was being naughty cuz when I opened one box, like, this glitter and stuff erupted and made me all, like, hawt and giggly and stuff!

Sooooo now I work for SluTech, the company who made the Bimbo Box! I get to, like, shake my booty door-to-door and deliver these special boxes to evvvvvveryone! It makes me feel sooooo good knowing someone else is gonna, like, get a sexy surprise like me. Or maybe, like, that's just cuz my deliver dildo which gives me a moan-making buzz for every, like, package I put down. Either way...I loooove my job as Doll Deliverer!

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Bimbo Moments: Top

When you get reeeeeeally excited to show off a suuuuuuuper cute top but everyone, like, seems to be focused on something else...you might be having a #bimbomoment

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Balance

She is the yin to your yang. The dark to your light. Always there to keep you in perfect balance.

Like when you wanted to get a tattoo, she went with you. When you thought about lip fillers, she signed you up. When you wondered how big to inflate your chest, she decided to go first as a huge example.

She's the perfect partner, protégé, and goal to pursue. A bimbo bestie and transformation twin all in one. How lucky are you to find an ideal other half?

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Kiss Goodbye

You didn't want to believe it. Not when you felt the compulsion to extend and dye your hair. Nor after you spent hours thinning your eyebrows and practicing elaborately excessive makeup application. Even after you started dressing so scantily and showing off so much skin, you refused to see the truth.

But now you see the next change. Those big, massive, bimbo lips. You can't deny that someone is brainwashing you into a total bimbo sex doll. No one will see anything else with that plump plucked up duckface. You might as well kiss the old you goodbye and give in completely. It's better this way.

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Break

Sometimes a bimbo needs a break. Even those who strut in the highest heels can feel fatigue in their feet. Not matter how much you love your boobs, it can be a lot to carry. All the time spent on makeup, tanning, haircare can be soooooo tiring.

It's okay to relax. Let your mind drift off. Forget all thoughts of who you are and how you feel now. Dream of the absolute doll you'll be...

...then you can get back to training to be the bestest bimbo you can become!

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Kiki

"Hey KiKi...it's Kiki! I'm planning another kiki tonight! Yes at 'sexy six o'clock' per ush. See ya then girlie!"

Kiki's Kikis were always the best. All the dolls got dressed up in their pinkest, prettiest outfits and got together to gossip about cute clothes, hot new hairstyles, and giggle about what sexy things all the bimbos on the block were getting up to.

The guest list was exclusive. There was Kimberly Kiss (aka KiKi), the Delivery Service Lady (first name Kiki), Keyanna Knowles-Eyre (the artist formerly known as 'Key-Key'), and of course the hostess with the mostest, Kiki (the bimbo and doll).

But honestly, like, bimbos like attention and a little drama. So Kiki is going to gossip about her plans for OnlyDolls and what she's gonna do with her newly plumped lips and ever increasing boobies. The Kiki's at the kiki are gonna teehee and titter about her titties fer sure! Spread the word dolls!

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Clue

Ashley received an anonymous invite to a escape room / murder mystery game called the 'Best Investigative Mystery'. Supposedly dozens of participants had tried unsuccessfully, disappearing without a trace after failing. But Ashley considered themselves too smart and agreed to the terms.

They had 24 hours in an isolated mansion to find a solution to with what, by whom, and where the murder would occur. There were a dizzying amount of options to explore. The surgical center, the exercise room, the laboratory. They found a syringe, a ball gag, even a sharpened high heel as possible weapons. People were hard to come by, but there seemed to be a trophy wife, a social media star, and even a dominatrix roaming the halls too.

By the time the 24 hours was up, Ashley didn't have a clue. It turns out the answer was the MILF maid, in the hypno media room, with the magic 'Bimbo' choker. Which would've been easy to discover if they had just looked in the mirror...but BIM had made sure Ashley wasn't as smart as they thought they were!

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Simple

Sometimes I forget what my viewers care to read. They are mostly silly bimbos who have much simpler needs.

They don't want a big wall of text. They want big tits and sex.

They don't have to have an intricate backstory and plot. They just wanna see intimate backsides that are hot.

They don't need to know who a character is and who they've become. All that matters is they are now happy, giggly, and dumb.

So to keep things simpler this time: just stare at this pretty picture and repeat my rhyme:

"Be hot. Be a thot. Let your mind break. Your life mission is simple - be plastic and fake."

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The Guestbook

Porter wasn't invited to the Lovedoll wedding - but he became obsessed with the highly publicized event that promised to provide excitement. Hot bimbo starlets? High end trophy bridesmaids? A gorgeous lesbian couple with absolute 10s for friends? It wasn't just dream wedding...it was a dream for a man like him.

So he decided to crash the event. It was even easier than he thought. The bimbos had all that money and they didn't even think to buy any security? He was ready to march on into the venue ahead of the wedding march when something caught his eye.

It was the guestbook. He had noticed everyone signing it before disappearing through a side door. Porter felt a strange obligation to sign his name. A way to hide in plain sight...or perhaps a way to brag and prove he had snuck in. Before he knew it he was in front of the open red book.

Grasping the pink, almost wand-like pen, he began to sign his name with a flourish. But as the pink sparkly ink flowed, he found his hand moving of it's own accord. Signing P-O-R-S-C-H-A P-A-R-T-A-Y as long pink acrylic nails grew around the pen.

That wasn't the only change. As the ink dried, his identity died. Porscha took over and she was aghast to see that she wasn't properly dressed for the wedding! Instinctively she new she needed to stop in the anteroom to the side and see if she could find something more fitting.

A little while later and Porscha was strutting back onto the scene. Her fugly suit had transformed into a skin-tight minidress. Short buzzed hair grew darker and longer thanks to high-end extensions. Her body was also banging thanks to huge plastic tits, noticeable BBL, and an entire salon supply of fake tan slathered onto her curvy body. It was a dream look for a doll like her.

Porter's fake identity had became a real one with a really fake look. Porscha fit in perfectly with all the bodacious bimbos and salacious sluts that the Lovedolls were friends with - in fact it's why they had ensured that she was invited and would show up! She was tops on their guest list and, as her last name implied, she was ready to par-tay!

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BTO

There were a lot of benefits to your new job at SluTech. Great health care with access to the best plastic surgeons, company discounts on many boutiques and salons, and a top-notch investment plan where the company matches whatever you put in your body to double your new bimbo look in no time!

But the best part of all was unlimited BTO - brain time off. Whenever you wanted you could just tell your boss you were mentally checking out and start spacing out dreaming of girls, lingerie, lip gloss, or whatever simple horny thought entered your empty head. It was sooooo good for your mental health and got you in the right mindset to be the perfect bimbo secretary you could be!

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Test

"Come, darling. Give Mommy a kiss, won't you?"

This isn't a request. It's a test. You're still barely smart enough to understand that. So you obediently teeter over to her in your high heels.

Slowly you lean in for a peck on her perfect cheek. You can feel your fake boobs press up against her glorious bust. It feels nice...it's also her way of feeling out your implant progress.

You try not to squeak as she squeezes you between her powerful thighs. It's all you can do not to melt into her lap. But all she wants is to ensure that your skirt is so short it doesn't even graze her own glorious legs.

She smiles. You swoon a little. Pucker up your puffy lips and gently caress her cheek. After a second you pull back. Nervous about whether you smeared your lipstick. Hoping she was pleased by how plump the filler has made you.

For the final act you step back. Gracefully drop to your knees and look up at her behind big, fluttery, fake eyelashes. Waiting for judgement from the goddess on high. Wondering if you're bimbo enough for Mommy?

She pauses briefly. Watching your squirm. But thankfully, wonderfully, she smiles and rewards you with a return kiss on your botoxed forehead.

"Good girl. You are doing so well being my darling little doll."

You shudder with giddiness. Not just from relief at passing the test. But from the tender affection your girlfriend gives in her own way. It's a kiss even better because you earned it by being her obedient bimbo.