i think with my tits...i think with my tits...
i used to wake up from trance and be scared...
covered in drool and precum, hand wrapped around my throbbing cock as the audio faded out of my ears.
my mind completely blank except for the lonethe mantra reverberating through my empty head
bambi thinks with her tits
what?...no thats crazy...i dont think with my tits...
i would glance down at my bare chest, see the wetness from my mouth glazing my nipples in clear circles where i rubbed.
even after cleaning myself off, after clearing my head of bambi and her influence, the connection to tits resonated with me
the next day, i awoke to the same sight, my nipples and chest soaked from the drool that dripped down my chin, my files still echoing through my head.
i tried to fight it. i really did.
i deleted my account, blocked Bambi Cloud on my computer, tried to surround myself with external sources of fun to try and drag my mind away from bambi.
shirts became uncomfortable, the linen rubbing up against my nipples sending shocks of pleasure through my body. i had to resist the urge to lift my hand under my shirt to try and ease the pressure, the just sneak one quick rub.
the urge was unbearable, the thought of the mantra, bambi thinks with her tits, re-entered my mind more powerful than ever before, wearing down my mental fortitude.
finally, and thankfully, i gave in to the pressure. i threw on my headphones, booted up Bambi Cloud, and pressed play on my first file. In seconds, i was completely gone.
i woke up sometime in the middle of the night, my nipples stimulated, my cock hard in my hand and the files winding their way through my brain.
bambi thinks with her tits
bambi thinks with her tits
i panicked. i tried to take off my headphones, to reach for them and throw them off, to free myself from bambis words.
the mantra repeatedly cleared my thoughts instantly, striking down my attempted resistance and instead leaving me helpless to the mantra and its advances.
i found my mouth opening on its own, repeating the mantra in a glazed over, monotone voice i didnt recognize. the steady flow of drool down my chest made me shiver as my hand moved itself, rubbing my sensitive, hard nipples, making me release a small moan
the raw pleasure made my will melt away, feeling the bliss tear away the facade of resistance i still tried to show.
"bambi thinks with her tits"
b-bambi thi-thinks with her...her tits
"bambi thinks with her tits"
bambi thinks with her tits
the mantra became engrained in my head as the last of my futile fight dissipated, leaving me to the mercy of the files. it was overwhelming, the wave of submission and happiness i felt from just saying the mantra out loud, it was too much.
i finally gave in, let my mind simply disappear and let bambi in. letting her take total control. bambi had won.
i woke up that next morning feeling total ecstasy, still wet from the night before. instead of being afraid, it only turned me on more. oh my gosh i was so messy.
with a light giggle, i immediately went about scheduling the first major change on my journey to becoming a perfect bambi doll, the most beautiful, feminine bimbo that i was compelled to be.
that was, scheduling my breast implants.
my body writhed as i scheduled the date, 2 years in the future, leaving enough time for my body to feminize from the estrogen that i also scheduled to begin. bambi was completely in control, and i couldnt have been happier.
the estrogen kicked in way quicker than i thought. with each dosage, i felt as though a piece of me was being replaced by bambi, by her will, her thoughts, her commands.
by the time 2 years had rolled by, which had felt like no time at all, i was completely unrecognizable.
my hair was a beautiful mane with long, platinum locks that fell unbounded down my back. my face, altered by plastic surgery and lip filler, portrayed a dumb, slutty, empty-headed doll that i strived to be. my body had slimmed down, my legs and arms smooth.
the biggest change thus far was the round, bubbly ass that perked out from both sides of my hips, always sensitive and so big that it forced me to walk with a little flick in my step, showcasing off my curves to anyone who walked by.
my bimbo journey was almost complete, and i was eager to match my bottom with a top just as large.
the operation was a huge success. the double d orbs that now sat upon my chest felt even better than i couldve ever imagined. i felt complete, and bambi was pleased.
after a couple weeks after the operation, passing the time with the constant listening and reinforcing of my files, my new breasts finally were ready to play with, to think with.
with each bounce of my heavy bimbo tits, i could feel any thoughts i had before draining out, instead replaced with the pleasure of the intense friction from my shirt rubbing against my sensitive nipples.
i could play with them all day, let them control me completely and pleasure myself while my tits did all the thinking. now, its on command, my boobs sitting perky on my chest will not hesitate to suddenly take control.
it brings me so much pleasure to let my breasts control me, knowing that as bambi, my free will is completely non existant and is instead controlled by my files, by the control granted to my tits that compels me to do whatever they want.
whether im on my knees sucking cock, or rubbing my nipples while my files clean out my brain, or am getting ready for a night out with my other bimbo friends, my boobs have full control over my thoughts and my actions. after all, bambi thinks with her tits.
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