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Tmp. Tmp. Clap! Tmp. Tmp. Tmp. Clap!\n\n[/i][i]It was a hazy spike of lucidity as bubbly elecronic tones and cheerful voices cooed in your ears. You awoke to feel your ears had been a little sore from wearing these earbuds. you were exhausted, more than you had ever imagined possible. The only thing you lacked was context as to why. \n\nThen you looked around. \n\nRhythmic thumping was not just contained to the headphones, but also came from a unified percussion in the form of a synchronized jog. Dozens of blonde women in identical gym uniforms ran in place on treadmills. Doll like smiles staring forward vacantly, an expression you were unsure if nobody was home, or they were lost in total concentration. The synchronization didn't even stop at their jog. Blonde ponytails whipped back and forth like a metronome in time with one another. Even the ladies walking on the gym floor kept in time with this metronome. \n\nThey were all gym bunnies.[/i]\n\n[i]You stared at the regiment of bimbo ditzes running in place on treadmills. The same speed, same range of motion, same tufts of white bunny tails obscured by the swinging mass of groomed blonde hair that swung like synchronized pendulums. It was enough to get lost. You realized you were on a treadmill. How long had you been jogging? You yanked on the emergency cable and slid off the platform with a dull thump; a slightly different shock to your legs that woke you up a bit more.[/i]\n\n[i]In the back, there was a door with a sign that said \"Trending Room,\" where bunnies took pictures of themselves in cute poses. Winking and poking their tongues out as their brains were flooded with dopamine by the positive chimes of likes and re-shares their respective accounts were getting. \n\nYou clutched your head, pounding in time with the movement of the bunnies. You stumbled into the locker room to try and get away from the incessant rhythmic pulsing. It was only worse there. The song still playing while gym bunnies showered and gossiped about nothing important. Changing into their gym outfits with the same expression as the girls on the treadmill.\n\n\"I used to like, totally hate the gym.\"\n\"I like, live there now?\"\n\nIt was all the same. Giggling about trending, about needing to train their bodies and brains. You gripped one of the girls to get their attention, they stared back at you like a doll. Eyes a deep pink, with their pupils glowing a slightly brighter pink. With a shake, you hoped to get her some self awareness from this bubbly haze. She stared at the ceiling past where your head was and giggled.\n\n\"Shut up, brain~.\" You let her go, there wasn't any point in holding her. She didn't even pay attention to you as she stripped down to go shower.[/i]\n\n[i]You looked down to see a pair of blonde paws for your hands, holding a cellphone, you were on social media, you had an account as BIMBUNNY6969. That wasn't yours, wasn't it? Were you always a bunny like them?\n\n[b]<3[/b]\n\nA positive chime struck your eardrums and made your heart skip a beat. You felt a spike of pleasure. A like! Your spade of a bunny tail wiggled with delight and satisfaction. Gawd, all that for just one like? What would happen if-\n\nCLICK!\n[/i]\n\n[i]You took a picture, two other girls had naturally slid up behind you for a group photobomb. Already your fingers were typing without a thought. Like your hands had minds of their own. Posted. Who was making you do this? Why couldn't you stop?\n\nYou used to like, Totally hate going to the gym. But you like.... Live there now? [b]For real.[/b] \nTmp. Tmp. Tmp. Clap! Tmp. Tmp. Tmp. Clap!\n\nYou shook your head again. None of those words were yours, they were just gym bunny thoughts invading your psyche. You craved a jog. Craved bouncing in time with the other gym bunnies. You looked to the mirror to convince yourself that you weren't like them. That you had thoughts outside of vapid gym bunny programming.\n\nAll you saw was a crowd of gym bunnies on the other side of the mirror. It served to trick your brain into thinking it wasn't a mirror at all, but an open doorway to other gym bunnies happy to see you were as blank as they were. The music was taking your self determination. Hell, it was taking your object permanence.\n\n[b]<3 <3 <3 <3[/b]\n\nYour phone exploded with positive reinforcement. You looked down and that picture already had 500 likes, the number was rolling up like a slot machine. It felt like a big strong hand wrapped its fingers around you and pushed your brain down down down. Far into the back. Buzzing delightfully. Likes were like the BEST likes. You giggled.\n\nYou like.... Your trainer used to be so mean. But your new trainer is so nice. He talked to you, he said you want to train your body. Train your body. Like, Train your body. Train your body? But like, you want to train your body. but if you want to do that...\n\n[b]We have to train our brains.[/b][/i]\n\n[i]You felt the thump of the treadmill under your feat. in perfect step. In perfect time as the other gym bunnies flanking all sides. The blonde bimbo in the front's ponytail whipped in perfect metronome to the music. To your movement. you smiled as the pink mark on your bust tingled with a potent cocktail of dopamine and endorphins.\n\n[b]Shut up, Brain~.\n\n[/b][/i]____________________________________________________\n\nI Sometimes find myself traipsing across the internet looking for curious files and audio to listen to. ASMR, Hypnosis files, things to examine and better understand so my own work can be more interesting. I happened across NeuralNets archive in Soundgasm. While I do enjoy their hypnosis works, a good percentage of them are not QUITE my thing. But the Gym bunny file they have sparked my imagination in all of the best ways. \n\nArtwork by HOwLingMAdFoxHatter\nInspired Audio: https://soundgasm.net/u/NeuralNets/Gym-Bunny", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Tmp. Tmp. Tmp. Clap! Tmp. Tmp. Tmp. Clap!

It was a hazy spike of lucidity as bubbly elecronic tones and cheerful voices cooed in your ears. You awoke to feel your ears had been a little sore from wearing these earbuds. you were exhausted, more than you had ever imagined possible. The only thing you lacked was context as to why.

Then you looked around.

Rhythmic thumping was not just contained to the headphones, but also came from a unified percussion in the form of a synchronized jog. Dozens of blonde women in identical gym uniforms ran in place on treadmills. Doll like smiles staring forward vacantly, an expression you were unsure if nobody was home, or they were lost in total concentration. The synchronization didn't even stop at their jog. Blonde ponytails whipped back and forth like a metronome in time with one another. Even the ladies walking on the gym floor kept in time with this metronome.

They were all gym bunnies.

You stared at the regiment of bimbo ditzes running in place on treadmills. The same speed, same range of motion, same tufts of white bunny tails obscured by the swinging mass of groomed blonde hair that swung like synchronized pendulums. It was enough to get lost. You realized you were on a treadmill. How long had you been jogging? You yanked on the emergency cable and slid off the platform with a dull thump; a slightly different shock to your legs that woke you up a bit more.

In the back, there was a door with a sign that said "Trending Room," where bunnies took pictures of themselves in cute poses. Winking and poking their tongues out as their brains were flooded with dopamine by the positive chimes of likes and re-shares their respective accounts were getting.  

You clutched your head, pounding in time with the movement of the bunnies. You stumbled into the locker room to try and get away from the incessant rhythmic pulsing. It was only worse there. The song still playing while gym bunnies showered and gossiped about nothing important. Changing into their gym outfits with the same expression as the girls on the treadmill.

"I used to like, totally hate the gym."
"I like, live there now?"

It was all the same. Giggling about trending, about needing to train their bodies and brains. You gripped one of the girls to get their attention, they stared back at you like a doll. Eyes a deep pink, with their pupils glowing a slightly brighter pink. With a shake, you hoped to get her some self awareness from this bubbly haze. She stared at the ceiling past where your head was and giggled.

"Shut up, brain~." You let her go, there wasn't any point in holding her. She didn't even pay attention to you as she stripped down to go shower.

You looked down to see a pair of blonde paws for your hands, holding a cellphone, you were on social media, you had an account as BIMBUNNY6969. That wasn't yours, wasn't it? Were you always a bunny like them?

<3

A positive chime struck your eardrums and made your heart skip a beat. You felt a spike of pleasure. A like! Your spade of a bunny tail wiggled with delight and satisfaction. Gawd, all that for just one like? What would happen if-

CLICK!


You took a picture, two other girls had naturally slid up behind you for a group photobomb.  Already your fingers were typing without a thought. Like your hands had minds of their own. Posted.  Who was making you do this? Why couldn't you stop?

You used to like, Totally hate going to the gym. But you like.... Live there now? For real.
Tmp. Tmp. Tmp. Clap! Tmp. Tmp. Tmp. Clap!

You shook your head again. None of those words were yours, they were just gym bunny thoughts invading your psyche. You craved a jog. Craved bouncing in time with the other gym bunnies. You looked to the mirror to convince yourself that you weren't like them. That you had thoughts outside of vapid gym bunny programming.

All you saw was a crowd of gym bunnies on the other side of the mirror. It served to trick your brain into thinking it wasn't a mirror at all, but an open doorway to other gym bunnies happy to see you were as blank as they were. The music was taking your self determination. Hell, it was taking your object permanence.

<3 <3 <3 <3

Your phone exploded with positive reinforcement. You looked down and that picture already had 500 likes, the number was rolling up like a slot machine. It felt like a big strong hand wrapped its fingers around you and pushed your brain down down down. Far into the back. Buzzing delightfully. Likes were like the BEST likes. You giggled.

You like.... Your trainer used to be so mean. But your new trainer is so nice. He talked to you, he said you want to train your body. Train your body. Like, Train your body. Train your body? But like, you want to train your body. but if you want to do that...

We have to train our brains.

You felt the thump of the treadmill under your feat. in perfect step. In perfect time as the other gym bunnies flanking all sides. The blonde bimbo in the front's ponytail whipped in perfect metronome to the music. To your movement. you smiled as the pink mark on your bust tingled with a potent cocktail of dopamine and endorphins.

Shut up, Brain~.

____________________________________________________

I Sometimes find myself traipsing across the internet looking for curious files and audio to listen to. ASMR, Hypnosis files, things to examine and better understand so my own work can be more interesting. I happened across NeuralNets archive in Soundgasm. While I do enjoy their hypnosis works, a good percentage of them are not QUITE my thing. But the Gym bunny file they have sparked my imagination in all of the best ways.

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