bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Brittany’s Bimbo Beat“Oh God!” Brittany groaned, looking once again at h

bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Brittany’s Bimbo Beat“Oh God!” Brittany groaned, looking once again at her tight fitting outfit. “Please don’t let me go out to my exercise class wearing this”.She appealed to Albert, the representative of the organisation that had intruded into her life and was starting to pull it apart. His stern unsmiling face suggested he wasn’t going to overturn the outfit choice he had forced upon her.“What have I told you? Don’t, won’t and no have all been banned from your vocabulary. I can have them removed by the world’s best mind controllers at a bimbo conversion centre if you prefer”.“Sorry sir”, she mumbled with a silly little courtesy for emphasis. “It’s just, they’re all going to laugh at me and think I’m some sort of slutty tease”.“That’s the point dummy. You’re a cock tease, an object of men’s entertainment. It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing. This would be second nature to you if I’d had you bimbo converted, which I’m still not ruling out. Now get out there”.Brittany tugged nervously on the neon pink belt as she tentatively approached the door of the class. She grabbed the handle and stood there for a second, debating what to say and how to act. It took a rough swat of Albert’s hand on her arse to jolt her into action.“Hi class!” She cried in her usual energetic sing song voice as she entered. Then she stopped dead in her tracks in stunned surprise.In front of her were three rows of perfectly spaced dolls, at least they looked like dolls anyway. All were stood in the same pose; hands by their sides, feet slightly apart and all looking forwards. They didn’t blink, they didn’t talk and they kept the same vacant smiles plastered on their porcelain faces. None of them seemed to truly acknowledge the fact that Brittany had walked into the room and as a result none of them seemed fazed or opinionated about her outfit, making her concerns seem irrelevant.“Whose…Ready to break a sweat?” She muttered reluctantly as she approached the sound system and continued to observe the girls before her. Not a single girl answered or showed any trace of emotion. Brittany thought her usual class had all been replaced but then her eyes caught sight of the girl on the end of the front row.“Kate? Is that you?”The exercise class veteran was almost unrecognisable. The plumped lips and make-up around the eyes had distorted her face as had the vibrant bleach blonde styled hair. The biggest shock however was the huge globes that had been attached to her slim athletic frame. They looked completely out of place and Brittany wondered how an earth she was going to keep up in the class with them in the way. When she relooked at the other girls she realised a majority of her regulars were still there except they had all been morphed into a sea of sluts. As she stepped back, shaking in horror, Albert appeared in the room.“What have you done to them?” Brittany gasped at him. I can’t…I can’t do this”.“Yes you can”, he replied, ignoring her disobedient words. “They need to be fit for their new masters and you need to be paid so I want to see you turn the music on and start prancing about. Take a minute or two to compose yourself and then begin. Understand?”Brittany looked back at the girls and then to Albert. She knew that if she refused she would end up in the line-up with another girl taking over the class. As usual she came to the quick realisation that she simply had no choice but to obey.“Yes master”, she nodded sadly, focusing on her breathing to stop the hyperventilation.“Good girl”, he answered before his mobile phone rang. He hurried out to take it.“Yes boss”, he said. “We’ve raised the prices of her exercise class…we think it’ll take three months before she has enough for the boob job and a further three for the bum implants and lip fillers…There’s plenty of interest for ownership…we can put her in an auction to let the guys fight it out…Yes, she’ll do as she’s told, she’s an obedient airhead”.As he hung up Albert heard the music start to play and Brittany shout her instructions.“Left, left, right, right and jump!”He peered through the small window of the door. There he saw the army of girls moving in perfect unison, a collection of jiggling boobs bolted onto athletic figures. With his back to him Brittany was wiggling her bottom as she moved to the beat, as eager and animated as the bimbo they were planning for her to be.He smiled and started to plan which one he was going to fuck when the class ended.Check out my DeviantArt page for past material that was deleted in the Tumblr purge and more explicit pictures.  https://www.deviantart.com/bpapAlternatively I’m on Bdsmlr. https://bimbo-puppetsandplaythings.bdsmlr.com/Also follow me on twitter for announcements, news and general thoughts of a bimbo fiction writer.  https://twitter.com/BPAP15 -- source link

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