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Cow print, like if you agree, reblog to be turned into a milk machine,

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fuck my tits look so good tonight, all it took was me standing up to see them bounce in the mirror, it's SUCH a shame nobody's groping me right now :((

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url change as well as the last post!! breedingbambibimbo -> tits-fxr-brains

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little bit of an update

okay so uhhhh funny thing LOL, gotta love being a system, some system restructuring happened and now "Bambi" as we knew and loved her is... gone? kinda? she and another system member (Lily, I'll be reblogging this to her blog too) merged, and now as a combination of the two, I exist. My name is Connie, I'm still into the same stuff as Bambi, just presented in a different way. I might rename this blog and her nsfw one so they reflect me a little better (I identify more with Bambi than Lily, so while Lily's blog is staying up for personal/system archival purposes, Bambi's stuff is basically getting rebranded to be my stuff)

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Making someone mindless is hot and all, but what about making someone dumb? Hypnotizing them to drool their brains out and mercilessly gaslight them, because they’re just so stupid and naive they believe everything you say. You tell them their name is Pretty Bunny and they’re your personal sex doll? Duh, of COURSE they are! The fact that they can’t remember doesn’t mean anything with their brain so melted~

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Cow print, like if you agree, reblog to be turned into a milk machine,

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Why don't you post more or respond to messages

gonna take this as a genuine question lol

so as it's mentioned in the pinned post, this particular Bambi is an alter in a system, meaning she isn't always the one in control of the body (in fact currently the alter typing this is Bailey), and we all usually try to leave each others' blogs alone (unless we see a post and think "they'll like that", then we'll reblog it). since we're transitioning as a transmasculine system, we're growing more body hair and looking more masculine by the day, and Bambi gets super dysphoric and doesn't like fronting as much these days, plus due to various reasons in our personal life we're not having as much sex, which means Bambi's having to try to figure out how to exist as a person separate from her sexuality. when she's around and she's horny she'll post on here and she'll be the same giggly bimbo slut we all know and love, but she's also made a sfw blog (@bunnys-yap-palace) for her to figure out her interests and post about nonsexual stuff for when she's not horny.

yes Bambi's purpose is to be a silly sex toy, but it's not healthy for anyone to be that all the time, and with 15 of us sharing the body and it looking less and less like Bambi would like it to, it's hard for her to be around as much or to keep up the bimbo persona as much

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Bambi was getting a little cold walking around in just her panties, so she put a top on too 🩷

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clean + shaved 🩷

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good girls brainwash their friends until theyre both obedient sluts

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can Master also get behind Bambi pretty please (and fuck her) 🩷

Bambi reallyyy wants to corrupt one of her pretty friends to be a good slutty girl like her, good girls make good girls! 🩷🩷

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Bambi reallyyy wants to corrupt one of her pretty friends to be a good slutty girl like her, good girls make good girls! 🩷🩷

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Bambi bought herself a wig (the host of the system cut our hair 😭) and she feels sooo pretty!!! 🩷🩷

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@doll-sophie

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🖤 creating a needy cow slut, who only wants to breed and be milked. And then purposefully ignoring her swollen tits for hours at a time, watching her squirm and writhe around, aching for the release until finally I give her it, milking her completely empty of every drop as she becomes even more cow-brained and dumb. And then, after that, I wait a day this time, then two days, over and over again until eventually she's left constantly mooing and whimpering, her breasts so constantly full she looks like a lovely cow no matter what she's wearing. I would love nothing more than to take her on a walk like that, seeing how long she can handle the pleasurable agony until her mind snaps and any chance of returning to normal vanishes, only then, will I milk her once again.

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i need someone to decide that a perfect slut like me is going to be a cow whether i want to or not. snatching me up randomly from work, or the park, or the grocery store, taking me to their basement, tying me up and pumping me full of drugs to make me more horny and compliant while a milking machine tugs nonstop on my nipples. within days i would stop thrashing against my restraints as the drugs kicked in and my engorged udders started to drip milk through my new fat teats, giving up my unnatural human urges and settling into life as my kidnapper’s cow, mooing uncontrollably as i’m bred with the first of dozens of their babies. i’ll have no say in how big i get, how much milk i produce, or how many children i birth— but i’ll be too dumb and needy to care. all i’ll be able to think about is how good it feels to have my teats milked and my animal cunt flooded with their seed over and over again. nothing else matters.