bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: CocksDavies the examiner descended the steps into the basement of the bu
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: CocksDavies the examiner descended the steps into the basement of the building. The Cardiff site was one of BMBO’s more unique bimbo conversion centres since it housed a research area in its depths. After showing his ID and passing through a sterilisation checkpoint he walked down a clinically white corridor to one of the assessment rooms. Just before he entered he noticed the sign on the door. ‘Verbal Conditioning’Once inside he observed that the walls took on a lighter shade of pink though it was just as pristine. It was largely empty except for a table, chair and the girl. She stood before him in silence as he sat down and prepared his workspace. When he was ready he took a moment to admire her slinky frame and bouncy blonde locks before speaking.“So, dear, I see you’ve just finished an intense bout of research and development mental sessions. How are you feeling?”He watched carefully as her left arm reached under the knot of her flimsy shirt. He thought she was going to hug herself but instead her right arm arched up, the elbow resting on her hand. Then he observed as her face and large, doe like eyes shifted sideways and her finger pointed onto her lip. It was the classic sign of intense thought which made her simple response all the more surprising”.“Cocks”, she squeaked.“Come now, that’s not an emotion or a feeling is it? How about you start by telling me your name”.Her brow furrowed and she tapped on her lip, her mouth dropping open dumbly.“Cocks”.“Well we can certainly call you that if you like. C…O…X. Cox. It has quite the ring to it actually, don’t you think”.“Cocks”.Davies returned back to his notes and had a thorough read of her details. It seemed she had been quite the rebel student at the local University. A fierce liberal and a defiant feminist, two toxic combinations that BMBO clearly felt the need to neutralise. She had already been assigned an owner who happened to be a professor at the University, no doubt one of her lecturers who had taken a shine to her. It wasn’t clear why he had consented to exposing her to BMBO experimental research before taking ownership though. Perhaps it was an added layer of humiliation or simple curiosity. Either that or he approved of the overall ethos of study since it fell into the realms of his line of work. In the end it didn’t matter. His job was to evaluate the consequence not the cause and it appeared the researchers had been successful. “Single word programming”, he said, reading the hypothesis of the report. “Those guys at the lab sure are clever”.“Cocks”.Davies filled out his sections of the report. It was fairly brief, more of a tick box approval exercise more than anything except for the final section.“It says here that I have to make a recommendation on your physical attributes”, he smiled at her and then speaking as he wrote “Tits as big as her empty head, as large as her back can support. Further cinching at the waist advised for a full hourglass effect. Remove some ribs if required”.Her face showed no signs of recognition or resistance, proof that her intelligence had been significantly eroded and suppressed. With a flourish of a signature he put his papers to one side.“So, what are we going to do with you” He muttered.“Cocks”“That’s right”, he smirked, unzipping his trousers and motioning. “Under the table now Cox. Let’s take a break from all this talking and put your mouth to better use”.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link