dumbditzyginger

[dumbditzyginger]

✵ So, I'm a disgusting goonette. A paraphile on main. One of those bad transes. But y'all have got to understand something....those "Send me anything and I'll jerk to it" graphics?

Those originated as coded requests for cp.

So if you send me one of those, or I see one on your blog? Instant fucking block. I don't fuck around with predator shit. Period.

[dumbditzyginger]

Ditzy like... doesn't want much, but like, Ditzy really wants someone who can sweetly tell Ditzy nice things like this. Ditzy's working hard to get dumb, so like, praise Ditzy for it!

[dumbditzyginger]

But like, that's totally GREAT tho! Now you don't gotta hide it from them! You can be your dum bimbo self with them n like, not pretend to be smart! Your bimbo world just got bigger!

super dumb confession

i worrid this would happen someday but i wore my dumb choker outside without realizing n 2 ppl i kno were around me for 5 mins and like totslly had to have seen it but said nothing plz km jk jk but big oof

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[dumbditzyginger]

Perfect!

Mini-Me

You had gotten perfect. So fake, so plastic, so pretty. You wondered what was next to be the best bimbo possible.

Then the answer came. It was so obvious even a ditz like you could guess it. You needed a BFF!

So you found someone. An aspiring doll. A plastic protégé. Someone to train to be a bimbo worthy of being your bestie.

There was a lot to learn. Hair, makeup, surgeries, even how to think. Slowly you found success. The start of a perfect mini-me that was a little like looking in the mirror.

You can't wait until she's perfect. Until she's just as airheaded and inflated and hawt as you. You're excited because then she gets to choose the next budding bimbo in your girl group. Because good dolls make more dolls. That's true bimbo perfection.

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Ditzy thinks (hehe) that nice as like, it'd be to be a blank empty toy, um, like, isn't it WAY hotter to remember when you weren't? Like, to be JUST thinky enough to know like, that you used to know things.

So Ditzy picked Airhead! So you still totes have a brain, but like, it's all smooth and slow n can't think so good, but not like, gone so you can totally like still be ashamed of bein' stupid!

[dumbditzyginger]

This is why bimbos are um, totes the best role models! Everyone should be like that, and th easiest way is like, just BE a bimbo!

[dumbditzyginger]

There's a dynamic in bimbokink that really needs more people exploring it in bimbo fic/caps/etc.: the dominant bimbo 'tist that's too dumb to know about boundaries and assertive enough to just... bimbofy people to help them be happy like her.

There's lots of stuff about bimbos getting all submissive after cumming out all their brains, but not anywhere near enough about bimbos that take charge.

Think about it. You meet someone who's all bubbly and pink and hot and utterly stupid, and you're immediately unguarded around her. One thing leads to another and she notices you're always sad because you're always thinking about things that get you down.

And she used to think about things before she became a bimbo, and now she doesn't and she's not sad anymore.

So naturally she decides to make you happy the only way she knows how. Sure, it'll involve a lot of sex, but it also involves her gradually taking over more and more of your life. One day she's picking your outfits to be more cute. Then it's partying with her. Somewhere along the line she's giving you cool new music to listen to, and it's so catchy. After a while she's moved in, and you're not eating or drinking anything that she hasn't brought you.

Your performance at work starts to suffer, but you've never felt better about things, and when you tell your bestie she says her porn hustle has been doing well enough that she can support you if you just quit.

Months down the line, thanks to following along with her daily workout you've got thighs that can crush a watermelon and a cute toned tummy. None of your old clothes fit you anymore, but it sounds so smart when she says if you got some huge fake tits like hers you'd fit into most of her wardrobe. And since you're getting work done anyways, why not plump those lips up, enhance your cheekbones, and shrink your nose a little? And it'd be great if you could share her shoes too, so having some work done to your feet would only make sense...

All the medical papers are so confusing, but thankfully your Big Sis has been through it all before and shows you where to initial.

When you wake up, you don't even recognize yourself in the mirror. You're a total knockout. A sex doll, right down to the empty, slightly unfocused look in your eyes and the "O" shape of your lips.

Recovery takes a while, and you're at her total mercy for it. Once you're in bed at home, she cuffs you to the posts "for your own good". You're too far gone to question it. Everything Big Sis says sounds like a good idea, and she really IS doing everything for your own good.

And that's when she tells you what she's been doing like you've always known. After all, how couldn't you have known from the beginning? She's just a dumb bimbo after all. And now you're about as dumb and pretty as her. But she wants you to be the HAPPIEST bimbo you can be, so you gotta be like, totes dumber than her.

So while you're recovering from your surgery in bed, she's feeding you all your meals and bringing you all your medicine... including super doses of what she's been putting in your smoothies all along. And the hypno files she's had you listening to all along laid a lot of groundwork, now it's time to wash that brain of yours until it's all squeaky clean and every last wrinkle is ironed out into a happy smooth brain!

And it doesn't matter if you didn't want it before, but now it's all you want. You were meant to be a dumb, stupid bimbo, but not a bimbo like her. You're her bimbo pet, her sub, so obviously you've gotta be even bimboier than her!

[dumbditzyginger]

You want your own on-off switch for your brain. Reblog. 🌀

[dumbditzyginger]

Ditzy doesn't want an on-off switch. Ditzy wants a dimmer switch that only half works. Ditz wants to grab the dial n turn and giggle as Ditzy gets dumber, and then turn the dial back n like, giggle thinkin' Ditzy got the smarts back. But really it JUST gets dimmer n dumber, n like turnin it the other way doesn't do anything.

You want your own on-off switch for your brain. Reblog. 🌀

[dumbditzyginger]

It's dumb to want o be dumb, rite, so like, Ditzy is already totes dumb. But Ditzy can still do smart people stuff, n' like, it'd be nice to be dumber. Way dumber. Just gotta keep tryin' to break my brain...

[dumbditzyginger]

It doesn't even have to be as extreme as that, either. Just… Your Bimbo Big Sis wants you to be happy, and she knows that being a total dummy makes her super happy, and you'd be way happer if you were a bimbo too. And like, you'd toooootally be a bigger dummy than her to let her make decisions for you, right? I mean, it'd be real stupid to let her pick some hypno files for you. And if you're worried things are getting out of hand, you'd have to be a complete ditz already to trust her judgment when she says everything must be fine if it feels good...

And listening to her does feel good. Because the more you're like her, the more you go even further than she did, the better it feels, and you must be happy and doing the right thing if it feels good...

And sure, there's shame involved. I mean, of course there's shame. You were so easy to ruin even a bimbo could do it, and now you're so dumb that she thinks cats and dogs are the same species but you're the dumb one. But there's something so hot about a bimbo pulling you down to her level and then some, and not out of any desire to hurt you or degrade you or anything like that... she just wants you to be happy like she is, and doesn't know any other way to be happy except to be Just. Like. Her.

There's a dynamic in bimbokink that really needs more people exploring it in bimbo fic/caps/etc.: the dominant bimbo 'tist that's too dumb to know about boundaries and assertive enough to just... bimbofy people to help them be happy like her.

There's lots of stuff about bimbos getting all submissive after cumming out all their brains, but not anywhere near enough about bimbos that take charge.

Think about it. You meet someone who's all bubbly and pink and hot and utterly stupid, and you're immediately unguarded around her. One thing leads to another and she notices you're always sad because you're always thinking about things that get you down.

And she used to think about things before she became a bimbo, and now she doesn't and she's not sad anymore.

So naturally she decides to make you happy the only way she knows how. Sure, it'll involve a lot of sex, but it also involves her gradually taking over more and more of your life. One day she's picking your outfits to be more cute. Then it's partying with her. Somewhere along the line she's giving you cool new music to listen to, and it's so catchy. After a while she's moved in, and you're not eating or drinking anything that she hasn't brought you.

Your performance at work starts to suffer, but you've never felt better about things, and when you tell your bestie she says her porn hustle has been doing well enough that she can support you if you just quit.

Months down the line, thanks to following along with her daily workout you've got thighs that can crush a watermelon and a cute toned tummy. None of your old clothes fit you anymore, but it sounds so smart when she says if you got some huge fake tits like hers you'd fit into most of her wardrobe. And since you're getting work done anyways, why not plump those lips up, enhance your cheekbones, and shrink your nose a little? And it'd be great if you could share her shoes too, so having some work done to your feet would only make sense...

All the medical papers are so confusing, but thankfully your Big Sis has been through it all before and shows you where to initial.

When you wake up, you don't even recognize yourself in the mirror. You're a total knockout. A sex doll, right down to the empty, slightly unfocused look in your eyes and the "O" shape of your lips.

Recovery takes a while, and you're at her total mercy for it. Once you're in bed at home, she cuffs you to the posts "for your own good". You're too far gone to question it. Everything Big Sis says sounds like a good idea, and she really IS doing everything for your own good.

And that's when she tells you what she's been doing like you've always known. After all, how couldn't you have known from the beginning? She's just a dumb bimbo after all. And now you're about as dumb and pretty as her. But she wants you to be the HAPPIEST bimbo you can be, so you gotta be like, totes dumber than her.

So while you're recovering from your surgery in bed, she's feeding you all your meals and bringing you all your medicine... including super doses of what she's been putting in your smoothies all along. And the hypno files she's had you listening to all along laid a lot of groundwork, now it's time to wash that brain of yours until it's all squeaky clean and every last wrinkle is ironed out into a happy smooth brain!

And it doesn't matter if you didn't want it before, but now it's all you want. You were meant to be a dumb, stupid bimbo, but not a bimbo like her. You're her bimbo pet, her sub, so obviously you've gotta be even bimboier than her!

[dumbditzyginger]

There's a dynamic in bimbokink that really needs more people exploring it in bimbo fic/caps/etc.: the dominant bimbo 'tist that's too dumb to know about boundaries and assertive enough to just... bimbofy people to help them be happy like her.

There's lots of stuff about bimbos getting all submissive after cumming out all their brains, but not anywhere near enough about bimbos that take charge.

Think about it. You meet someone who's all bubbly and pink and hot and utterly stupid, and you're immediately unguarded around her. One thing leads to another and she notices you're always sad because you're always thinking about things that get you down.

And she used to think about things before she became a bimbo, and now she doesn't and she's not sad anymore.

So naturally she decides to make you happy the only way she knows how. Sure, it'll involve a lot of sex, but it also involves her gradually taking over more and more of your life. One day she's picking your outfits to be more cute. Then it's partying with her. Somewhere along the line she's giving you cool new music to listen to, and it's so catchy. After a while she's moved in, and you're not eating or drinking anything that she hasn't brought you.

Your performance at work starts to suffer, but you've never felt better about things, and when you tell your bestie she says her porn hustle has been doing well enough that she can support you if you just quit.

Months down the line, thanks to following along with her daily workout you've got thighs that can crush a watermelon and a cute toned tummy. None of your old clothes fit you anymore, but it sounds so smart when she says if you got some huge fake tits like hers you'd fit into most of her wardrobe. And since you're getting work done anyways, why not plump those lips up, enhance your cheekbones, and shrink your nose a little? And it'd be great if you could share her shoes too, so having some work done to your feet would only make sense...

All the medical papers are so confusing, but thankfully your Big Sis has been through it all before and shows you where to initial.

When you wake up, you don't even recognize yourself in the mirror. You're a total knockout. A sex doll, right down to the empty, slightly unfocused look in your eyes and the "O" shape of your lips.

Recovery takes a while, and you're at her total mercy for it. Once you're in bed at home, she cuffs you to the posts "for your own good". You're too far gone to question it. Everything Big Sis says sounds like a good idea, and she really IS doing everything for your own good.

And that's when she tells you what she's been doing like you've always known. After all, how couldn't you have known from the beginning? She's just a dumb bimbo after all. And now you're about as dumb and pretty as her. But she wants you to be the HAPPIEST bimbo you can be, so you gotta be like, totes dumber than her.

So while you're recovering from your surgery in bed, she's feeding you all your meals and bringing you all your medicine... including super doses of what she's been putting in your smoothies all along. And the hypno files she's had you listening to all along laid a lot of groundwork, now it's time to wash that brain of yours until it's all squeaky clean and every last wrinkle is ironed out into a happy smooth brain!

And it doesn't matter if you didn't want it before, but now it's all you want. You were meant to be a dumb, stupid bimbo, but not a bimbo like her. You're her bimbo pet, her sub, so obviously you've gotta be even bimboier than her!

[dumbditzyginger]

Oh fuck yes, all of this. Like, the moment of no going back. Ditzy wants it so fucking much. To just have the pill right there, 'n like, know that takin it would totes scramble Ditzy's brain forever. And then have someone like make Ditzy pick between never cumming again or takin the pill.

DItzy wants to like, have to beg for it. To have to say out loud like, all the ways it'd ruin Ditzy. To say it's a totes stupid pill to take, but like, that's the point.

And then after Ditzy takes it, like, it'd be over. It'd be 1 less thing in Ditzy's control. A thing that can't ever be taken back.

Ditzy wants that moment, n' like, every moment after.

You know what’s hot? Permanence

Tell me how edging and consuming porn is permanently changing how I think.

Tell me how once you’re done with me I’ll always prefer boys.

Tell me how you’d drug me to permanently reduce my intelligence and make me dependent on you.

Tell me how you’d make me a permanent pet with no hope of thinking or independence ever again

[dumbditzyginger]

Ditzy is in this post and, like, totes doesn't like it.

i have a bimbofication/mind control kink and i enjoy it but god does it make me feel like shit sometimes. Because at the core of it is being desirable enough that people would put in the effort to own you. And I'm simply not. I mean i can't even be the only one that feels that way it feels like all of the kink is centered on the most conventionally hot cis female subjects for cis male gratification and that's a narrow spectrum of people. I don't know maybe I'm bad at looking for anything else.

And the worst part is the core piece of the fantasy (at least for me) is getting more attractive to please people better, but I can't even do that bc I don't have the money, time or energy to do it on my own and like hell is someone gonna be willing to do it.

God depressed horny is the worst

[dumbditzyginger]

I know everyone's got their kinks. We can't help what turns us on. Some things just hit the brain in ways that make the feelgood chemicals flow and there's no real logic to it.

But patriarchy kink is a weird thing. It comes up SO MUCH in bimbo kink stuff, in the context of "oh, of course you're dumb, you're a girl."

And I get that for a lot of women, that's coming from a place of lived experience, about thinking about how easy it would be to just... stop pushing back against it in your day to day life and accept being less than a man. It gets tied up with all those degrading thoughts that really make a subby brain go wild.

And maybe this is just my enby pansexual self coming at the whole bimbo thing from another angle.

But like

To me, it feels way more degrading to think "I, specifically, am less than everybody".

It's not that men are smarter than my dream bimbo self because they're men, it's that almost anybody is smarter than my dream bimbo self.

But then, part of me also just goes "what if we consider 'bimbo' to be its own gender" and I guess it checks out? Like, being dumb and silly and obedient is just a natural state for a bimbo. It's natural for a bimbo to defer to non-bimbos on things because non-bimbos are smarter and know better than the bimbo and that's just the way it is.

It's just... hotter and more interesting if "non-bimbos" refers to the overwhelming majority of the world's population instead of just men, I guess.

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Cyberpunk and Hypnok1nk

Chronic pain hit me young, and I've pretty much always had a fluid sense of identity (trending femme, but fluid nonetheless). So it's not really surprising I've always been fascinated by the idea of full-body-replacement transhumanism, Ghost in the Shell style.

Like, I don't want to be in pain anymore, but that's just a fact of the meat I'm trapped in. It's going to hurt, no matter what, for the rest of my life. It'd be nice to keep on existing but feel good instead, y'know?

And sometimes I might want to be smol and cute so I can be someone's little spoon and feel safe in their arms, while other times I might want to be a seven foot tall amazon with a giant dick. I might want both of these things alternately several times a week, and it'd be great for that to be possible.

But there's the classic thing people talk about in scifi where full-body-replacement cybernetics are a thing. The brain-computer interface. That bit where you'd (in theory) have to expose every single thing that you are to an outside connection to hook everything up.

It'd be a huge security risk, where people could turn you into a passenger in your own body, or delete your childhood and replace it with another set of memories as easily as you can move files around on your PC. And maybe they don't want you to be able to stop them, so they lock you out of your own systems while they keep hacking away at your very personhood until all that's left happily agrees that you walked off the assembly line for brothel dolls only a few hours ago and expecting you to read or have opinions would just be silly.

And yeah, like, that's a nightmare scenario, right?

But also, that's so hot, right?

But it never really occurred to me that it's also kinda the same dynamic with hypnokink. It's basically just handing your tist - whether they're an actual person or just a hypnofile you like to listen to - the keys to the kingdom. Letting them root around in your file system, ripping some folders out, dropping new media in, changing some configs.

It never occurred to me that maybe my hypnokink might have partially come from just going "y'know what, fuck it, I want a hacker to turn me into their joytoy". If I'm happy with the idea of someone getting into my head and ruining me, then the only drawback of full-body-replacement cybernetics is that it's not here yet.

I'm ready to have someone reduce my clock speed to a crawl, wipe my memory, swap my language database from English(US) to English(Grade School Dropout Bimbo), delete my optical character recognition software, and reduce me from Admin to Guest user privileges. Fuck playing it safe, I'll intentionally put myself in the same chassis as last gen's most popular sex dolls, and while most people are gonna worry about random people tapping in to their hardline ports, I'm just gonna leave my wireless wide open with no password and no firewall and accept the inevitable.

A ditz can dream...

[dumbditzyginger]

you’re an incredible writer! The transformation story was soooo good

Awww like, thanks! Ditzy's just happy that you liked it!