Trance Advisory: This story, like all my stories is meant to hypnotize the reader. It is filled with bimbofying suggestions about being a dumb submissive slutty bimbo.
BimBella
Bella lay in bed staring at her phone and moaning softly as her arousal grew. The green walls of her room had long ago blurred into a hazy backdrop. Her attention was focused absolutely on the mesmerizing device she held in her hands.
It was just a regular smart phone, but it was oh so much more, for she had been listening to a skilled hypnotist. Bella wasn't quite sure how long she had been staring entranced. Long enough to feel like the words she was reading were stroking across her clit as they slowly sank into her thoughts.
"I want to be a bimbo hotwife" the caption read, on a sexy image of a bare breasted bimbo. The slut in the picture was down on all fours in a skin tight black leather skirt, hiked up to show her dripping pussy lips and ass. No panties, but she was wearing a shear pink shirt, pulled up and dropped all the way down to her wrists. The sexy bimbo stared, hazy eyed at three hard cocks that were ready to fill her needy fuckholes. Her nipples stood erect on her oversized plastic fuckdoll chest, a clear indication of just how aroused she was to be their ditzy sex toy.
Bella stared at the cocks and craved them thrusting deep inside her. She hardly noticed that one was a girlcock, or that another was a lifelike strap-on attached to smoking hot dominatrix. Her eyes just focused lustfully on the cock as her drowsy mind focused on a deep desire to become a horny bimbo fuckslut.
Two seconds later a message appeared below the image.
[JenOfHearts] How does that one make you feel?
"It makes me feel wet and needy" Bella typed in response, then hesitated to send her reply.
Bella believed that she had met Jen just a few hours ago, and she felt quite nervous about sharing her desire to be the slut in the picture. She wasn't quite sure when or how exactly the conversation had shifted to obedient bimbo fucksluts, but she could not deny the arousal between her legs. She wasn't quite sure whether she should be sharing such intimate fantasies with a relative stranger.
[JenOfHearts] you still there slut?
"Slut?!" Bella thought. "Oh gosh. I am a slut!" There was something about that word that made Bella feel hazy, horny, submissive, and eager to talk about sexy things.
[BimBell] Yes, I, um, *blushes*. It makes me feel wet and needy
[JenOfHearts] very good slut, and how about this one?
"Slut?!" Bella thought again obediently. "Oh gosh. I am a slut!" It felt like a new and profound realization every time. She didn't remember thinking that same thought moments ago, and she certainly couldn't remember how Jen had hypnotized her to think it. The part of her that remained aware of such things knew that the hypnotic trigger word 'slut' could only make her feel like a slut when she truly trusted and wanted to submit to the person who said it.
Another picture loaded a few seconds later. This one had five people sitting around a poker table, being served by a sexy and scantily clad bimbo. Her big bouncy bimbo boobies were practically falling out of her sexy red dress. The wet spot on her panties was clearly visible as she bent over to retrieve something from the oven. The poker players all stared with lustful eyes. Four of them had obvious bulges in their pants and three had perky nipples clearly visible through their clothes as they stared at the hottie bending over for their pleasure. The caption read "You're out of chips. Wager some time with your wife."
The wife in the picture was being treated like an object. She was dressed for their gaze and hot at the thought of bending over to show off her curves as she obediently served. Oh fuck. Why was that so arousing?
Two more naughty pictures flashed in front of Bella's eyes, but then she blinked and they were gone and Jen was signing off. The first one took her deep deep down into a hazy foggy trance where all her thoughts had drifted away and only vacant blissful obedience remained in her drowsy mind. The other filled her empty brain with a temporary trigger word that would turn her into a horny eager bimbo fuckslut for the next person who said her forgotten trigger word.
[JenOfHearts] I've got to get going. See you later slut.
"Slut?!" Bella thought, without realizing how many times she had thought that very same thought obediently. "Oh gosh. I am a slut!"
[BimBell] See you later Jen
"thanks for, um, uh err. what were talking about again?" Bella thought, as she watched her friend sign off. She felt so happy and good and grateful for something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Then she looked down at the clock with read 6:30.
"When did it get to be so late?" The mindfucked slut thought to herself. The guests would be arriving soon and she wasn't even dressed yet. "Wait? wasn't I wearing my white and yellow floral dress? Or did I only think I wanted to wear it. Where did it go?"
She spied that dress a moment later, lying discarded on the carpet next to dampened pair of panties. "Actually, I think I want something a little sexier tonight," the obliviously brainwashed slut thought to herself. She opened her closet and reached for a red and black lacy corset. Then she laced it tight enough to give herself some jiggly cleavage. It looked great below her shiny shoulder length red hair.
Below the corset she wore a matching pair of panties, red with a black lacy interlocking pattern to draw attention down to her needy fuckholes. Oooh, and black fishnet stockings all the way down her sexy legs like a truck stop whore. Cover it up, just barely, in a short short skirt so that she could bend over and flash those pretty panties.
"Wait! When did I start thinking such lewd thoughts? These are our friends. I can't just put my body on display for them like some kind of hypnerhorny fuckslut. Oh! Slut?! Oh gosh. I am a slut!"
Then her worries all melted away as she wiggled into a shiny pair of black come-fuck-me heels. They were opened toed to show off her freshly painted nails. She waggled her toes and marveled at the sparkly neon pink polish which she couldn't quite recall applying.
"Jen really did turn me into a horny bimbo like she promised," Bella realized. "I hope Steve likes the new me!"
She scampered out the door and down the hallway, with a little extra pep in her step. There was something special in the way she swung her hips, back and forth seductively like every step was emphasized to draw attention to her curves. She felt happy and confident about how irresistibly sexy she looked and she knew that she wanted to turn on everyone who saw.
Steve was sitting in the living room, laying back on the couch and reading something on his phone. "He's so smart, like totally reading and learning things that a dum ditz like me wouldn't get." The bimbofied slut thought to herself when she saw that Steve's eyes weren't focused on her body.
Jen had said something about that earlier, how ditzy bimbos totally want to be seen by everyone, and like how everyone loves to look at horny bimbo fucksluts, but like when they look away it's because smart people gotta do smart things that silly bimbos don't understand.
"
Damn babe!
" Steve said, when he finally looked up. "
You look hot. You feel comfortable dressing this sexy in front of our friends. I mean. You look like a total slut.
"
