“But I don’t want to be Bambi!” Emma protested, struggling against the binding that cocooned her to the warm leather of the seat she was bound to.Â
“You’re only saying that because you don’t know any better,” Andrea responded as another Bambi approached them, the control headband intended for Emma sitting on the silver platter between the doll’s hands. Glossy and pink, it was a perfect replica of the headband that swept Andrea’s own blonde locks backwards. The same headband that matched the ones worn by the other half-a-dozen or so Dolls currently working away at the latest batch of intakes: men, women and everyone in between, none had been spared the culling needed to create new Bambis. Â
All would be made vacant and pretty; all would be Bambi.Â
The Dolls fussed over them, placing electrodes against chests stripped bare, hooking them up monitoring equipment to record every biological reaction to the process being inflicted on them. Some were still capable of defiance, cursing and spitting as a Doll approached, needle in hand, ready to make them docile and quiet. Others moaned, dripping with arousal, their mounted headbands already suppressing any instinctual need to resist as the brainwashing started. Then there were the smilers - the one’s already so deeply enthralled that there was no going back, the brainwashing already imprinting the Bimbo ideal into their compliant, pleasure infused minds.  One sat opposite Emma: a pretty waif of a girl with her legs parted, allowing the Doll attending to her conversion to slide the sex toy in her hands into the girl’s waiting cunny.  Â
Emma imagined the girl clamping down on the invader, happy to fulfil her first true impulse as a proto-Bambi. To be filled up, nice and full, waiting for the Doll to press the button at the base of the dildo. Ready for the buzzing to travel up her spine and enter her head, turning any lingering thoughts to mush and obliterating any vestiges of resistance.
Soft buzzing filled the air, a low moan escaping the girl’s lips just moments later.Â
The girl's smile only seemed to grow ten-fold, matching the ones plastered on the Doll’s faces as they walked from person to person, checking vitals and adjusting the process with simple taps on the displays mounted to the side of each chair. Then the doll was off, trundling her cart to her next charge, ready to help birth a new Bambi into existence.Â
“I was wrong trying to subvert the Bambis,” Andrea continued happily as she explained. “I thought true bliss was being in control. I thought true happiness was in owning a thing - controlling it. But I was such a silly thing and allowed myself to be caught before I could implement my plan to infect the Bambis with the burning need to obey me. That’s okay though, Bambi Prime showed me the error of my thinking. She showed me true happiness was to be found in finding a higher purpose; in surrendering to something greater than I was.”
“That’s the Bambi-thought talking,” Emma said, accusingly. “That’s the thoughts they put inside your head. The ones that make their programming impossible to challenge.”
Andrea gave her the slightest of shrugs, taking the tray from the attending Doll and placing it on the medical table next to Emma’s seat. “True, but you want to know something? I don’t care: brainwashing is hot; transformation is hot; bambification is hot.”
“Hated the thought?” Andrea corrected her. “Past tense, sweetie.  I mean how can I hate what Bambification has done for me?  Have you seen my new tits?”
She grabbed her chest with her hands, squeezing her ample bosom together to push them together, forming too perfect globes hidden behind her latex uniform.
“And my lips?” She asked, licking her inflated cock-pillows. Plumped beyond parody, they were coated pink and shiny, catching the stark overhead lighting to gleam invitingly. “They’re a hundred times more sensitive now. Fuck, I can cum just letting someone throat fuck me, these days.”
“The truth is I like the new me,” Andrea said, returning to the sake at hand and swabbing the inside of Emma’s arm clean. “I like being a bad bitch, helping to convert others.”
Emma decided to change tact, attempting to break through the layers of programming and reach what remained of her friend inside. “What about Alice, Zoe or Michelle? Do you think they want to be Bambi?”
Andrea smirked. “Oh, you don’t think I didn’t betray them already?  I came so fucking hard when I gave the Dolls a list of names that were ripe for conversion. Alice and Zoe are already infected, and only need a few more months before they’re begging to be brought into the facility. Michelle?  She’s four seats down the line from you, cumming the last of her free will away.”
Emma’s insides turned to ice.
“And our beloved bioengineering lecturer, Mrs Blake, is being plugged into the Bambi Mainframe as we speak.” Andrea continued. “Her mind is too useful to waste on Dollification. No, better to use our darling lecturer's knowledge to help produce a superior Bambi. I can’t wait to see what her mind produces, once the need to see everyone bimbofied is installed.”
“Ian would be disgusted by what you’ve become,” Emma said, trying to use Andrea’s boyfriend against her. Andrea loved Ian with all her heart, the two of them almost inseparable since they first hooked up. If anyone had a chance to snap her out of the conditioning it would be him.
“Oh, sweetie,” Andrea said, picking the first needle up off her own cart and giving it a tentative flick. “Ian is being prepped for his first round of facial feminization surgeries as we speak. You should have seen him jacking off as I told him what I intended to do with him - how I was going to erase the old him and replace him with a pretty, obedient thing that will be happy at home in her maid’s uniform, keeping things clean and allowing me to work away at the facility, creating fresh Dolls.”
“You didn’t…”
“Of course I did,” Andrea said, like it was the most obvious truth in the world. “I couldn’t sink into Bambification without him knowing. So I brought him along for the ride: a cage here, a vibrator there, and I could edge him into agreeing to anything. Anything. God, it was so fucking hot to see him on our bed, lips wrapped around his first cock, eyes glazed as he obeyed his programming.”
“You’re evil.”
Andrea pouted, taking on a hurt expression. “Now that’s just mean. Corrupting? Sure. Evil? As if! Like, all us Bambis are just trying to spread the joy, y’know?”
“And if someone doesn’t want your brand of joy?”
“That’s what the head bands are for, silly!”
Those infernal headbands…
Andrea had been sporting hers for months, now. No one had realised the implications: that funny, fun-loving Andrea had been co-opted, reduced to nothing more than a surface level personality for Bambified Andrea to hide behind.
Until she could make her move.
They had been walking back from the club when Andrea struck. Emma had never questioned the change to their usual route home, nor why Andrea had fallen back by a few paces. Only when the cloth smothered Emma’s mouth, and the sweet smell of chloroform assaulted her nostrils did she realise something was very, very wrong.
She had struggled, confusion robbing her of her true strength as darkness closed in around her, the sounds of a breaking vehicle echoing down the road as the Dolls arrived to collect their next victim.
And then…?
The bright lights of the processing room, and the cool air against her naked form.
“Get away from me!” Emma cried out as Andrea lowered the needle to the crook of Emma’s elbow, ready to inject her.
God, if only she could move. If only she could make it impossible for Andrea to inject her without causing serious damage.
“It’s okay, I promise,” Andrea reassured her, concentrating on finding a vein. “This will make you nice and happy, and oh-so relaxed…”
It was almost comical as she poked her tongue out from between her inflated, glossy lips as she concentrated on finding the right spot.Â
“...it’s the stuff I’ll be injecting you afterwards which will make you too horny to think straight.” She continued, sinking the needle into Emma’s arm.
Emma hissed, the cooling sensation spreading out from the injection site, spreading into the surrounding veins before dissipating as it warmed to match Emma’s natural body temperature.
“Fuck you,” Emma cursed, willing herself not to succumb to the creeping relaxation threatening to drag her down into the chair.
“That’s the idea,” Andrea agreed. “I’ve requested that you be put under my direct command once you’re Bambi. I could do it with an extra pair of hands down here in processing, and when we’re not on shift together you can join me and Ian in bed, keeping each other nice and brainwashed.”
“I won’t help you..” Emma mumbled, the effort of talking almost too much to bother with. Each word dragged her down, robbing her of the energy to resist. Even as Andrea picked up the bow and lined it up with the top of Emma’s head.
“Not yet, you won’t,” Andrea admitted. “But in the end Bambi will.”
Andrea slid the headband into place on Emma’s head and stepped back to admire her handiwork.Â
“Oh, that look totally suits you!” She gushed, clapping her hands together in satisfaction. “Now just lay back and let the band wipe clean all your thoughts.”
Emma tried to hold onto her sense of self as the fuzziness grew. Tried to hold onto her sense of self as Andrea picked up the headphones. “And now it's time for the finishing touch.”
“No,” Emma protested, her protest slurring as she tried to shake her head back and forth, denying Andrea the opportunity to mount the headphones on her. She had walked past so many gagged and drooling girls and boys, staring sightlessly up into the ceiling as their sense of self was robbed from them.
“Yes,” Bambi beamed. “Go on, surrender.  You might as well. I mean it’s not like you’re getting out of here in anything other than heels and a burning need to suck cock.”
“Don’t…” Emma managed, her mind filling with pink pleasure as her head slowed, her muscles too heavy and relaxed to move it.  Everything was hot. So very hot as the headphones slid into place and the tone sounded, finally switching off her ability to think for herself.
“Imagine your chest rising and falling,” The voice from the headphones began. “Deep breaths in and out, feeling yourself relax…”
Emma relaxed, finding it impossible to fight the suggestions as Andrea plunged the second needle into Emma’s flesh, turning her world into nothing but lust and obedience.
“Good doll,” Andrea purred, planting a kiss on her friend’s cheek before moving onto the next captive…
