Bimbo Dildo

by Daniel Guy

Clive stares at the cardboard box lying in the hallway and sighs.  His ex-girlfriend Julia had taken everything else that belonged to her when she’d walked out three weeks before, except this one box. She said she would collect it but despite several messages reminding her, the box is still there.   

‘Fuck it’ he mumbles and picks it up. He’s about to take it out to the bin but can’t quite do it. Supposing there’s something valuable in it?

He peels off a bit of tape and peers in beneath the lid.  It looks like clothes and nothing more. He shakes the box to make sure and hears a faint rattle.  He peels off the rest of the tape and opens the lid.  Among the summer skirts and colourful silk knickers he finds a black rectangular cardboard box, about eight inches long.  On the side is written:

Bimbo Dildo – A vibrator to possess you.

He smiles. The box is unopened. He can’t imagine Julia ever owning a dildo.  He believes she was hung up about sex, and that’s why the relationship didn’t last.  So what’s she doing with this?  And what exactly is a ‘Bimbo Dildo?’

The phone rings. It’s his dad, a frail man of ninety, checking up on his son. Clive says he’s fine, coping well without Julia. The conversation doesn’t last long and when it’s over, Clive sits in the kitchen, eats his cold Chinese takeaway from its tin foil container, and drinks his can of lager.  The house is a mess now Julia has gone.  He used to keep it clean and tidy when she was there but now she’s gone he can’t be bothered, despite the fact that when he gets home from work each night he has nothing to do except watch television, bored out of his mind.

Later that evening he notices the black box on the floor in the hall.

He can’t resist breaking open the clear plastic wrapper and seeing what’s inside. It turns out to be a long pink rubber bullet, about six inches long and it comes with instructions written on a small piece of paper.

The Bimbo Dildo Vibrator has five settings.

1.         Gentle

2.         Medium

3.        Intense

4.        Pulsating

5.         Extreme.

Warning:  Do not use setting 5 unless you wish to be transformed into a mindless cock-loving bimbo slave! 

Bemused, he pushes the start button at the end of the dildo but nothing happens. He finds some batteries in the kitchen drawer and slots them in. He presses the soft rubbery button once more and this time the vibrator begins to vibrate.  Clive grins. Why would Julia want one of these?  Perhaps it was just an unwanted present.  Clive feels the long soft smooth warm rubber plug vibrating in his hand. It feels strange but somehow very nice.

Later that night he finds some baby oil and manages to get the vibrator into his ass. He’d never put anything up there before so it’s very tight and quite painful at first.  He switches it on and when the vibrations begin, he gradually becomes aroused and relaxed and the discomfort drains away. He can’t resist pressing the button once again. Now the vibration is more intense and arousing. He wonders why a woman would want to become a mindless cock-sucking bimbo. He giggles to himself as he imagines Julia on her knees with her mouth open and an empty gaze.  

Now he’s undressed and sitting at his computer. The dildo feels so good inside him. He is intensely aroused. He goes on line and looks up ‘mindless bimbo’ and very soon he is staring at images of gorgeous, drooling women with enormous breasts and pink lips staring mindlessly back at him.  For a while he is mesmerised. He stands up and presses the button once again. He cannot help himself. Now the vibrations are even more intense, causing his whole body to tingle in a very pleasing way. He sits back. He wishes he had breasts. His cock is stiff and hard but he cannot touch it. He wants this to last as long as possible.

He presses the button one more time.  At once the rhythm changes and the vibration starts to pulse through his body and into his brain.  He becomes very weak. He sits back and his head falls back and his eyes close.

He imagines the vibrations are now in his head and it amuses him to think that they are electronic signals designed to rewire his brain, making him docile and happy, a mindless bimbo, free of all responsibility. He enjoys the fantasy.  It’s not him, it’s the evil dildo and now he can’t stop it.  He’s helpless. He wants to just let go stop thinking and just be mindless. 

An hour later, when the first phase of the reprogramming is complete, Clive is allowed to ejaculate. It is an intense and mind-blowing orgasm that makes him moan aloud and sends him into divine and blissful serenity. Later he lies in bed exhausted and fuzzy headed, and wonders what had just happened to him.

Although it had been an intensely pleasurable experience, it was still a crazy thing to do, and now he feels ashamed and uneasy. He promises himself that he will throw the dildo out with rest of Julia’s things first thing in the morning. 

But the following night he cannot resist inserting the dildo into his ass again.  Soon he is back up to level five. Again, he is lost in a daze, his cock on the edge of coming, unable to release till the re-programming session is complete and only then will the Bimbo Dildo let him come.

Later, after he has gently eased the rubber plug out from his ass, and wiped away the spunk on his belly with a dirty towel, he feels guilty again.  He doesn’t want to be a mindless bimbo. He has to somehow find the will power to stop. 

All this is forgotten the following morning, when he finds himself on line, buying the largest pair of silicon breasts he can find.  He has to wait a week for them to arrive.  The moment he has finished ordering them he is ashamed of himself. He’s never had any interest in transforming into a woman before.  He can’t work out what’s happening to him.  Is the dildo really making him do it? The idea lingers in his brain.  Supposing it isn’t him choosing to do this, but the bimbo dildo?  The truth is that he has given up all control, and all resistance is futile. This fantasy starts to haunt him and it makes him feel very horny indeed.

Yet at other times, in more rational moments he promises himself that he will cancel the order, next time he goes on line, but somehow he never gets round to it.

The days pass slowly.  As he is wondering around the shops during a lunch break, he finds himself in a charity shop, glancing furtively over to a rail of dresses.  After all, if he’s just ordered big rubber breasts, well then he may as well buy females clothing. And what about a wig and make-up?

A day later Clive buys a pink lycra top, pink panties, cream stockings, pink lipstick and a long blonde wig. He regrets it the moment he has finished the purchase.  He is afraid of going mad.  Now he is racked with guilt, unable to concentrate at work and unable to focus on anything. It’s like his brain has already been re-wired and his objective thinking mind is slowly being deactivated.  Each night he lies in bed with the dildo inside him, lost for hours in a trance like state, making himself believe that the dildo is in control. It will keep him edged for hours while it continues to hack into his head and then when it has finished it will send him into a state of blissful orgasm.

Finally the parcel arrives, early one weekday morning.  He takes the package and closes the door and sees his hands are shaking. He decides to take the day off.  The breasts are huge and soft, with plastic straps to hold them in place. He knows what he must do. He finds himself slipping away and letting go again. He undresses. He inserts the dildo into his ass and switches it immediately to level five.  He lies down on the floor and closes his eyes.  Moments later he starts to dress.  The huge rubbery breasts feel so incredible, pressing against his chest.  The pink lycra top covers them beautifully. He slips on the pink panties and stockings. They make him feel so soft and silly and dumb.  He goes to a mirror and puts on the lipstick thick, and then fits the wig carefully over his head.  He stares at his reflection and gasps with delight. Now he sees the bimbo he has been programmed to be. Now at last he is there. He is free. His mind empties and he kneels on the floor. He drools. His cock is hard and drips with pre-cum.

On the kitchen table his phone bleeps but he’s too lost in trance to hear it. It’s a text from Julia.

I’m passing by your flat lunchtime tomorrow.  I’ll pick up my box of things. I found a spare key so I can let myself in.  Hope you will be out at work. Prefer not to see you.

He sits there for hours, poised to come, lost in a daze, all worries long forgotten.  Bimbo needs to serve and do bimbo things, so she decides to clean the house. She gets up, and starts to clean. She licks the toilet seat before she cleans and that arouses her more. She goes from room to room, tidying, dusting, cleaning till everything sparkles and the air is loaded with the smell of disinfectant.  This feels good. Bimbo will gladly do all the things that Clive can’t be bothered doing, as long as she can stay on her knees and keep the dildo vibrating inside her.

The following day Julia arrives at the flat. She hopes he is not there.  She stands in the hall and calls out his name just in case but the house seems empty.  She looks for the box. She opens the door to the lounge and sees Clive on his knees, dressed in pink, in front of a large mirror leaning against the side of the sofa. On it he has stuck a huge black dildo, and he’s sucking it slowly and rhythmically.

She watches from the doorway for a moment.  She is shocked, unable to comprehend what she is witnessing.  Then she remembers the silly present her gay friend Martin had given her which she’d never used but has never quite got round to throwing away.

She looks around the flat till she sees the cardboard box of her things. She looks inside. All her clothes are there but the dildo is missing. She guesses where it is now. She goes back into the lounge.

Clive?

He doesn’t respond. She walks over to him and touches his arm.

He stops.

Clive. Have you become a mindless bimbo?

He stares blank at his own image in front of him. His mouth hangs open. He is drooling. He cock is limp. He is caressing his huge rubbery breasts with both hands. He nods.

An hour later she has managed to get through to Martin.

You remember that dildo you bought me last Christmas? Was it intended for me or for Clive?

She hears Martin laughing and waits for him to stop. Then he says,

Of course it was meant for Clive! Why?

Julia explains.

 Well I walked out on him three weeks ago. I accidentally left it in the flat and he seems to have found it.   I’m back in the flat now, lying on the sofa with my legs apart, and Clive is on his knees in front of me, like a mindless zombie, dressed as total bimbo, and he’s happily licking me out. He never did this when we were living together.

She hears him laughing again.

Julia – that’s fantastic! I’ve heard that Bimbo Dildos are becoming very popular these days. It won’t be long before half the straight male population is walking around with those things buzzing inside them.  Then frankly, I think the world will be a happier place, don’t you?

Daniel Guy