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Bounce … your … brain … away 💚🎀
I Rub and Obey, I destroy my Brain
I Rub and Obey, I destroy my Brain
I Rub and Obey, I destroy my Brain
I RUB AND OBEY, I DESTROY MY BRAIN!
I RUB AND OBEY, I DESTROY MY BRAIN!
I RUB AND OBEY, I DESTROY MY BRAIN!
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when girls w big tiddies rest their boobs on a desk or table and they spill out and look so soft and squishy... thats the hottest shit in the entire world right there.
Whelp.
You started reading. You’re cursed.
Every single like on this post is another cup size!
It does work retroactively, so now that curse is on you. Doom your friends by sending it to them and liking it, giving both of you even worse back pain~.
Whelp. New government mandate.
If your tits are below a Z cup, you’re given a supplement plan. We need to raise American values! And our values are GIANT, HUGE, SEXY, MORE!
Side effects include: Rampant growth of breast tissue, Libido increase, Sensitivity, brain fog……the rest of this text is fuzzy…
Things I want normalized in my next relationship:
Being naked at all times in the home
Being collared at all times inside and outside the home
Being plugged as much as possible inside and outside the home
Total orgasm denial with rules, oversight and piercings to restrict access to its pussy and clit.
Bathroom restrictions inside and outside the home
Eating and drinking from bowls on the floor
Furniture restrictions
Free use
Tasking
Being called by a pet name
Using the pronoun "it"
Being shared
Speech restrictions
Clothing restrictions outside the home
Sitting at his feet as much as possible outside the home
Imagine you are standing in front of a chair.
The chair has a set of restraints on it. The restraints are impossible to escape. As soon as you sit down in the chair, they will automatically restrain you.
The chair also has a brainwashing helmet that appears to be straight out of a sci-fi story. If you sit in the chair, it will be lowered onto your head and it will brainwash you. You don’t know what being brainwashed by this helmet will feel like.
The chair will completely brainwash you until there is nothing left of your old self. You don’t know what you’ll be brainwashed into becoming, but you know that you will become someone else’s property as soon as you have been brainwashed. You don’t know who’s property you’ll become.
Will you sit down in the chair?
Don't be such a prude. It's 2026, everyone has a mind control fetish. And no that statement is not related to the ominously humming satellite dish behind me.
Stephanie here. All video and gifs for "Sexy Mirror Fun" are now public on all of Kandi's SMS! Here's Part 6.
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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.
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.
If you have tits. I want you to shake them. Now
It's so subtle that no one is going to know you're a dirty little pervert. Just bounce up and down a little or sway side to side.
Remind yourself that you're porn, that you belong to mommy and that you love being a porn puppy <3
I pride myself on being an intelligent and well-spoken feminist IRL but always find myself coming back to blogs like this to edge and it’s becoming a problem but I don’t want it to stop.
I want to be manipulated and coerced into getting high and edging, and get addicted to debasing myself until I believe I really deserve to be demeaned and talked down to and gaslit. I want to feel confused and foggy and degraded and taken advantage of.
I’ve been edging to this blog for the past few nights and am already noticing it’s harder for me to concentrate and I’m more likely to want to cancel plans. I want to feel dumb and debased and addicted and trapped. Do you have any advice on how to make me worse? Please?
First of all, take a day to cancel everything you have, call in work to say you’re not coming, write your friends and family that you’re completely absorbed by work today, you will lie cause it feels so damn good to ruin your own life.
Second of all, don’t eat, you’ll forget about eating cause the only thing you crave the more is your own destructive addiction, as you keep edging and rubbing, hours and hours of it, will burn your neurons and ruin your brain without coming back, cause it feels so damn good to ruin it.
Third of all, watch and learn, I know you already do, misogyny and patriarchy, just like you tried to learn feminism, now we gotta take it away from your morals like a cancer and replace it with something that will ruin your own soul to its core cause feels much better than your human rights or well-being.
Forth, finally at the end, you’ll lose your job, friends and family cause you’re just like a junkie now, an edging junkie who throw her whole life down the drain to feed her own personal addiction to superior misogyny and patriarchy and that’s what you always wanted, you’ll never be alone once a Man will own your inferior life of a female, your whole body will be remade by surgeries and more fucked up mods, you’ll lose the sense of self.
Complete.
Do it cunt, ruin your life, feed your addiction.
Hot🫦
And you love feeling this way.
It’s so great 💕