I'm not always one for bimbofication. I have absolutely nothing against it, there are just other aspects of hypno-kink, or rather, the various sub-kinks within which appeal to my personal taste more.
That being said, I have become rather obsessed with one particular idea. Imagine it like so.
You receive a spiral in various brilliant and eye-catching shades of pink. It's a rapid, pulsating thing which lures you into a happy but nonetheless suggestible state with ease, melting you like butter upon a red-hot pan. It draws you in, deeper and deeper down the ceaseless rabbit hole until simple-minded happiness turns to complete mindless bliss, leaving you easily programmable and overwritten. Now, this is where things take shape. Assuming that I were to mold you into my perfect mindless plaything, not unlike a doll maker crafting its ideal toy, I would envision something a little like this.
Pink is everything. Not only the minimal and frankly almost worthless excuse for articles you would wear, for they would of course leave absolutely nothing to the imagination and allow almost all of you to hang out where it matters most; but your body must follow suit. Pink would become your hair, your lips always painted a matching color, with a liberal dusting of pink upon both your cheeks. Even your rump, I think, would be better suited in a pretty shade of pink.
Because that is exactly what you are.
Pretty in pink.














