Babe? You're never going to believe what happened today. No, no. It's great news. It's fantastic.
It's fantastic. You're going to love it. You're going to love it. I almost want you to sit
down for this. Okay? I almost want you to 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. It is. This is, this is really awesome when you think about it. How? Okay. So, you
know how there's been this like push for universal testing and registration and like everyone
needs to carry their vaccine card everywhere and their insurance card and their intelligence
quotient card and the proof of occupation card, right? Well, 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 and they assign you to be, to have somebody be your handler,
to do your taxes and your budget for your day-to-day forms of paperwork. But like, who
doesn't struggle with the way all that stuff is written? Anyway, so on the test I took,
there's this box. The doctor can check if you score really low in smarts and really
high in fertility. The gals at work are calling it like the, the bimbo box. Bimbo box is so
funny, right? Yeah, I know. I know. Sometimes they tell the gals like, hello, we should
be doing standup. What's that say? Right. So the box, if, if the doctor like stamps it,
it means you're not qualified to make your own decisions anymore, but you're like super
duper desirable in the fertility category. So it's like not a total loss. Do you get
where I'm going with this? Hey, why do you look so worried? This is great news. Once
they stamp that box, you're not expected to do your own errands anymore or like, and drive
yourself or, I mean, you can drive, I guess, but you don't get tickets anymore. Instead
the cops will just like strip search you. Long story short, you're my legal caretaker
now, or handler, whatever they're calling it. Babe, babe, babe, seriously, please stop
looking so worried. I'm your bimbo and you're my handler. See, I even, I even filled out
your name. It's here, right here on the dotted line. See? You make all my legal decisions
now. You even oversee all my purchases. Yeah. Yeah. 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? Do you want to see it?
What? What do you mean this is weird? What's so weird about me pulling down my skirt right
here right now so you can see exactly what you're entitled to? Babe, babe, you need to
see what's yours. This is your, this is your hot little perfect bimbo pussy now. I can
even trim it any way you want, wear anything you want. You want lace thongs, you want short
maid outfits, garter belt, nothing else. I'll keep my cute little thoughts on display for
you with all those slutty clothes and have it ready for you at all times. Or if you should
like, I'll wear nothing at all. If you tell me that's what you want, I'll do it. You can
do anything with your bimbo, anything at all, anywhere, anytime. You want to finger me when
we're driving down the highway? I want that too. No seduction. None of that putting me
in the mood bullshit. Just reach over and check how tight I am for you. Want to claim
me in the front window and show me off? You could mash these perfect bimbo tits against
the glass while I clench around your cock. I'd ask you to be careful not to hit my head
against the window, but what am I getting? You can fuck my brains out, literally. I'd
still just be your personal empty headed whore. Yeah. Or if you really want to show me off,
you could put a chain on dildo and fuck me with it. Then hold onto the back end of it
while you walk me around your neighborhood. I bet I'd be dripping by the time we made
it back. My tongue would be hanging out like a little puppy. Is that just slut for you?
You could even take me to work like that. Position me under the desk. Have me keep your
cock warm with my mouth while you type or take calls. Thinking about it? That's right.
You can do literally 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. Oh, and you know,
when you take me to the doctor to have a checkup, I don't want you to think of it as a doctor's
visit for me. I want you to think of it as having 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've been there to have
your fuck toy checked and maintenance to make sure the brutal pounding you've been giving
your bimbo result in the permit stagger. I want you to finger me and play with my tits
while you talk about me while you talk over me. Oh, while you talk over me like I'm not
even there. Fuck. Oh, babe, this is making me so hot. Thinking about all the ways I can
serve as your bimbo. Can I sit in your lap, please? On that erection that's just trying
to rip his way out. Please take it out. Please let me take it out for you. Sorry, babe, I
asked for that wrong. Oh, babe, can I put your cock where it belongs? In your fuck toy
bimbo's tight pussy? Oh, thank you, thank you. Oh, where was I? Right. I was talking
about having my doctor's checkup. Sorry, sorry. Oh, my fuck toy maintenance. Oh, but you don't
need to worry about wearing your little bimbo out. No, because there's a lot of me to fuck.
Look, look, come on. Look at these perfect tits. Oh, they're all yours. And they need
your cum too. If I ever look bored while you're checking your phone or watching TV, just undo
my bra and get me on my knees. I wouldn't want this perfect cock of yours getting cold
after all. That's what my tits are for now. Your cock warmers. Yes, yes. Oh, your cock
warmers. And that's what my ass is too. Just another tight bimbo hole for you to keep your
cock when it's not busy elsewhere. Yes, yes. But I'm not kneeling at your feet. That's
where I didn't meet, 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. Oh, you just keep
your cock jammed in my ass, feeling the vibration of the car through my tight, tight booger.
Just don't hit too many potholes unless you like feeling me clench that hard. What about
my tongue? And those perfect, perfect bimbo lips. You probably love seeing those lips
stretching on your cock, right? Yeah, anytime you need your bimbo on your knees, just put
your hand on my shoulder and push me down. Yeah, that could even be my default if you
want. What kind of, what kind of super bimbo would it be if I wasn't on my knees almost
all the time anyway? Waiting, waiting to have that cock of yours slide down my throat. Oh,
what do you mean? We've never done that before, babe. I know. I know, babe. That's why I'm
telling you. My mouth, my throat. Oh, oh, oh, oh. It's all for keeping your cock hot and
wet now. If you, if you want to hit your balls on my chin and come down my esophagus and
into my stomach, I want you to. I'd eat you too, please. Please. And if it's a worm or
a squirrel too much, just place your fingers behind my head and hold me there until I swallow
everything you give me. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. If I, if I have to gag and pass out
on your cock to learn my lesson. Oh, that's just how I'll have to do it until I lose my
gag reflex. Oh, babe, babe. Oh, I need you to remember this. I'm such a bimbo. I'm not even
a person anymore and that's exactly what you want me to treat. That's exactly how you want
me. Please. I can't even say it. That's exactly how I want you to treat me. Oh, fuck. Are you
getting close? Fuck. Please, baby. Please, please. Claim your bimbo. Claim me anytime
you want. And remember, according to the tests I'm extroverted on, anytime you come, I need
you to come at me or inside of me. Yeah. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Even you pre-cum should
be on my skin or my mouth or it's a waste. Oh, babe, you know how I do my cute little
exercises in front of the TV. I do that so I can keep this body and mind perfect for you.
So you can shoot your load all over my tummy, on my thighs or my chest, wherever you want.
It's me. Me. I'm your perfect, perfect bimbo body and I'm all yours. Whatever you want.
I'll just, I'll sit like a doll just for you, hands on my lap, waiting for you to come on me,
waiting for you to grab my ponytail and stretch my lips around your cock or for you to take
fistfuls of my hair and throw me over a chair. Please. Please. Please. I'm a bimbo, babe. Please.
Please. Just use me. Use me. Use me. Fucking use me. Use me up if you want. Use your little
bimbo until I break. Please. Please. I mean that. Fuck. Leave me sweaty and exhausted
and leaking your cum and just don't let up. Oh, fuck me over and over. Just fuck me. Fuck me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck your mindless bimbo until there's nothing left. Just a beautiful, beautiful,
fuck, stupid husk for you to breathe. Use me. Use me. Use me. Use me, baby. Fuck. Use your
fuck time. Use your bimbo. Oh, please. Fuck. Oh, babe. I think I'm going to enjoy being
your property. So do you want to buy a frame and hang in? Frame what? The test results.
You're so silly. The piece of paper that says you're my handler.
I think we should hang it right here. Right 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.
