Babe, you'll never believe what happened today.
No, it's great news.
It's fantastic.
You're going to love it.
I almost want you to go sit down for this.
Okay babe, are you ready?
I'm not a person anymore.
I mean, not technically.
Isn't that great news?
Babe, trust me, it is.
This is really awesome when you think about it.
How?
Okay, so you know how there's been these pushes for universal testing and registration?
Like everyone needs to carry their vaccine card everywhere and their insurance card and
their intelligence quotient card and their proof of occupation card, right?
Well, one of the newest tests compares your breeding potential to your competency, like
smarts versus fertility or something.
If you can't put a square peg in a square hole, it's supposed to qualify you for living
assistance.
They assigned you someone to be your handler, to do your taxes and budget for you and other
day-to-day forms and paperwork, but like, who doesn't struggle with the way all that
stuff's written anyways?
So on the test I took, there's this box that the doctor can check if your score's really
low in smarts, but really high in fertility.
The girls at work are calling it the Bimbo Box.
Bimbo Box.
That's funny, right?
I know, sometimes I tell the girls like, hello, we should be a standup group.
What was I saying?
Right, so the box, if the doctor stamps it, it means you're not qualified to make your
own decisions anymore, but you're like super desirable in the fertility category, so it's
not a total loss.
Do you get where I'm going with this?
Babe, why do you look so worried?
This is all great news.
Once they stamp that box, you're not expected to do your own errands anymore, or like drive
yourself, or you could drive, but you don't get tickets anymore.
Instead, the cop will just strip search you.
Long story short, you're my little caretaker now, or handler, or whatever they're calling
it.
Babe, seriously, stop looking worried.
I'm your Bimbo.
You're my handler.
I even filled out your name on the little dotted line.
You make all my legal decisions now.
You even oversee all of my purchases.
You get to keep me, and you have exclusive rights to my Bimbo body anytime you want.
I mean, you kind of always did, but now it's official.
This pussy is yours.
Do you want to see it right now?
What do you mean this is weird?
What's weird about me pulling down my skirt right here, right now, and you can see exactly
what you're entitled to?
Babe, you need to see what's yours.
This is your hot, tight, perfect little Bimbo pussy now.
I'll even trim it any way you want, and I'll wear anything you want, lace thong, short
made outfits, garter belts with nothing else.
I'll keep my cute little thought slot on display for you with slutty clothes and have it ready
for you at all times, or I'll wear nothing at all.
If you tell me, that's what you want.
You can do anything with your Bimbo, anything at all, anywhere, anytime.
Want to finger me while we're driving down the highway?
I want that too.
No seduction, none of that put me in the mood bullshit.
Just reach over and check how tight I am for you.
Want to claim me in the front window to show me off?
You can smash these big, perfect Bimbo tits against the glass while I clinch around your
cock.
I just ask you to be careful not to hit my head against the window, but who am I kidding?
You could fuck my brains out, literally, and I'd still just be your personal empty-headed
whore.
Or, if you really want to show me off, you could put a chain on a dildo and fuck me with
it, and then hold on to the end while you walk me around the neighborhood.
I bet I'd be dripping by the time we made it back, and my tongue would be hanging out
in the middle.
I'm such a fucking slut for you.
You could even take me to work like that, position me under your desk, and have me keep
your cock warm with my mouth while you take calls.
That's right, you can literally do anything to your Bimbo, babe, I'm such a Bimbo.
You shouldn't even consider me a person anymore.
I'm just a fuck toy.
Your Bimbo fuck toy.
You know, when you take me to the doctor's to get a checkup, I don't want you to think
of it as a doctor visit for me, I want you to think of it as your fuck toy maintenance.
When you sit in the waiting room and put me on your lap because I'm not allowed to sit
in people chairs anymore, I want you to tell the hot receptionist that you're here to have
your fuck toy checked and maintenance'd to make sure the brutal pounding you've given
your Bimbo won't result in a permanent stagger.
I want you to finger me and play with my tits while you talk about me, while you talk over
me, like I'm not even there.
Fuck, babe, this is making me so hot, thinking about all the ways I can serve you as your
Bimbo.
Can I, can I sit in your lap on that massive erection that's trying to rip its way out?
Let me take it out for you, please.
Sorry, babe, I asked that the wrong way.
Babe, can I put your cock back where it belongs, in your fuck toy Bimbo's tight pussy?
Yay.
Thank you.
Where was I?
Right, talking about having my doctor's checkup.
Sorry, fuck toy maintenance, but you don't need to worry about wearing your little Bimbo
out, because there's a lot of me to fuck.
I have these perfect tits, they're all yours, and they need your cum too.
If you ever look bored while you're checking your phone and watching TV, I'll just undo
my bra and get on my knees, and I wouldn't want this perfect cock of yours getting cold
after all.
That's what my tits are for now, they're your cock warmers.
That's what my ass is to you too, just another tight Bimbo hole for you to keep your cock
when it's not busy elsewhere, whenever I'm not kneeling at your feet.
That's where it should be, right?
Sitting on your lap with my skirt hiked up, we could even drive like that.
Me on your lap, holding the wheel, pretending to drive, while you're keeping your cock
jammed in my ass, feeling the vibration of the car through my tight pucker.
Just don't hit too many potholes unless you like feeling me clench that hard.
What about my tongue, and these perfect plump Bimbo lips?
With how big you are, you probably love seeing these lips stretched around your cock, right?
Well, anytime you need your Bimbo on your knees, just put your hands on my shoulders
and push me down.
That could even be my default if you want.
What kind of super Bimbo would I be if I wasn't on my knees most of the time anyways?
Waiting to have that cock of yours slide down my throat.
What do you mean?
We've never done that before?
Babe, I know, that's why I'm telling you, my mouth, my throat, is for keeping your cock
hot and wet now.
If you want to hit your balls on my chin and come down my esophagus into my stomach, I
want you to.
I need you to.
And if I squirm or squeal too much, just place your fingers behind my head and hold me there
until I swallow everything you give me.
And if I have to gag and pass out on your cock to learn my lesson, that's just how I
will have to do it until I lose my gag reflex.
Babe, I need you to remember this, I'm such a Bimbo, I'm not even a person anymore and
that's exactly how I want you to treat me.
Are you getting close?
Fuck, please babe, please claim your Bimbo, claim me anytime you want, remember, according
to that test, I'm extra fertile, anytime you want to cum, I need you to cum on me or inside
of me.
When your pre-cum should be on my skin or in my mouth or to waste.
You know, I do my cute little exercises in front of the TV, well, I do that so that I
can keep this Bimbo body of mine tight for you, so you can shoot your load all over my
tight tummy or my thighs or my chest or anywhere you want.
This perfect fit of a Bimbo body is all yours, whenever you want, I'll just sit like a doll
for you, hands on my lap, waiting for you to cum on me, waiting for you to grab my ponytail
and stretch my lips around your cock or for you to take a fistful of my hair and throw
me over a chair, I'm your Bimbo babe, just use me, fucking use me, use me up if you want,
use your little Bimbo until I break, leave me sweaty and exhausted, leaking cum, don't
let up, fuck me over and over, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck your mindless Bimbo until there's
nothing left, just a beautiful fucked stupid husk for you to breed, use me, use me babe,
use your fucked boy, use your Bimbo, please, please, please, please, please, please, please,
please, please, please, please, please, please!
Fuck babe, I think I'm going to enjoy being your property.
Do you want to buy a frame and hang it?
Frame what?
Well, the test results.
The piece of paper that says I'm your bimbo and you're my handler.
I think we should hang it right here in the front room.
Not that any of our guests could doubt what I am after they see how you dress me.
Or how you use me.