Babble Like A Bimbo [F4A] [Bimbofication] [Bimbo] [Loop] [Hypnosis] [Talk Like a Bimbo] [IQ Play] [Dumbing Down] [Light Degradation] [Gender Neutral]

Babble like Have you ever noticed that the stupidest people bat tend to be the one that keep the most things to say? They always spend the days just blabbering on and on and on about nonsense, about nothing, about vapid stupid things that don't really matter. Like you, perhaps. Perhaps you could find the joy in babbling your mind a bit. You see to babble is to just talk like a bimbo.

Everything all I want I babble like a bug. And bimbos do that the best. Babble like a bubbly. A bimbo is a person who is stupid, whose backward, who is empty handed, who loves sapping, who loves to shop, and some of them even like to have sex. Some of them like to wear nice clothes and makeup.

Others might happen, but The one thing all bimbos have in common is Bimbo. They tend to talk about nothing but everything about police. Bimbo. They tend to be overshares. They tend to be fuck.

Over talkers I'm Bapol. Because they spend their lives in a constant hate of not thinking and just talking. I'm Bapol. And that's okay. I'm sure we could learn something from the bankers, Camry.

Bimbo. We could …

Babble like Have you ever noticed that the stupidest people bat tend to be the one that keep the most things to say? They always spend the days just blabbering on and on and on about nonsense, about nothing, about vapid stupid things that don't really matter. Like you, perhaps. Perhaps you could find the joy in babbling your mind a bit. You see to babble is to just talk like a bimbo.

Everything all I want I babble like a bug. And bimbos do that the best. Babble like a bubbly. A bimbo is a person who is stupid, whose backward, who is empty handed, who loves sapping, who loves to shop, and some of them even like to have sex. Some of them like to wear nice clothes and makeup.

Others might happen, but The one thing all bimbos have in common is Bimbo. They tend to talk about nothing but everything about police. Bimbo. They tend to be overshares. They tend to be fuck.

Over talkers I'm Bapol. Because they spend their lives in a constant hate of not thinking and just talking. I'm Bapol. And that's okay. I'm sure we could learn something from the bankers, Camry.

Bimbo. We could learn the joys of just being able to open a mouth and say words. I babble. That they came through. Bimbo.

And you I babble. As a previously intelligent person previously might not The joys of feeling stupid as you babble your mind away. It's easy to do after You see, all you really, really have to do, to babble like a bubbly bin. It's just to say what's on your mind. And, eventually, the more you talk, the less there will be on your mind and the less there is on your mind, the more you'll just keep babbling about nonsense until words Stop making sense of the gap.

You see, it's that need to share, that need to communicate, but yet that lack of knowledge and what to communicate about that makes a Bimbo. Bao a babbly, a bubbly Bimbo. Bimbo. Bimbo is on set about that. You probably imagine somebody who is happy.

And dumb people are always happy. Dumb people are always happy for should say that they've got no worries, no cares, no nothing to be worried about. Bimbo. Those worries, those cares come with intelligence. And so bimbos have found the secret to joy, the secret to happiness, by babbling their minds away, by just talking about nothing, about everything all at once.

I'm you, perhaps, as you find yourself bubbling away like And it's funny because you and I both know that this is recorded audio. I can't talk back to you, and you're not like talking to me, but, yeah, in the back of your mind, your wither mind knows that you can just talk and talk and talk and talk as if I was there. I've been Wouldn't that be fun? Wouldn't that be fun to have this imaginary conversation as you babble your mind away, babbling your mind away, babbling your mind away, Losing the thoughts of the loop. And you see, every time you think about babbling like a bimbo, every time somebody talks to you about babbling Like a bimbo and says those words, I babble like a bimbo.

That's right. Like a bimbo In a place where you can be bombathied in a safe and comfortable manner, you can just find yourself talking thoughts away. And isn't it so much that I know? Isn't it so joyous and freeing to lose your intelligence and just babbling my way. Just talk and talk and talk and talk until you're told to stop.

Because, of course, at one point or another, a Bimbo might get caught up with giggling, being so happy, so joyous, so full of bubbly, babbly glee. But they just giggle and giggle and giggle and giggle like babbling, and they get caught between babbling and giggling and giggling and babbling, and it just takes over. And, of course, you and I both know, but this state can be easily brought out of life. You can bring yourself out of this state by waking yourself up. Or if there was an emergency, you'd wake up right away.

Or perhaps you have somebody who could help you wake But the problem is it feels too good to be a bare bug. It feels so good to be a Circadian. The feeling on your mind. The feeling of being so dumb and stupid. The thing that comes with being a babbly, babbly bipod, giggling and chatting the mind away.

It feels too good to stop, so you don't get to, as you keep going. But that's okay. Perhaps it's fun to show How you like to babble your mind? Perhaps there's a certain joy in talking to intelligent people because intelligent people know what to think. They know what to say, and they think about what they say before they open their mouths.

But when you talk to them, you just spill words all over the floor. That's alright. You just open your mouth, and words just pour out of you. And you don't think about them. And that's okay.

And you might notice the looks they're intelligent people looking at you as you babble your mind about it, as they smile at you, As they giggle at you, as they look at you with a look that says, I can't believe them. They're so stupid. How do you like that, don't they? Because you do. It's like they've caught on to your secret, your secret that you just can't hide because you are too dumb to try and hide anything from anyone.

That's right. Too dumb when you're in Bimbo Moon. I bet Too dumb when you're dumbed down like At first, when you're so stupid, I'm able to hide your inner thoughts and feelings. So and that's okay. It's kind of fun, isn't it?

To know that the intelligent people look at the book that says, oh my god, they are just that stupid. But you like that, that black, black, black. But you almost crave that reaction from your black, because you know if you can get that reaction from them, that you can feel that happy, joyful feeling of knowing that you are so stupid, that Your intelligence is just one night about being, like, popped out of your mind, like a slew of pink bubbles just popping and popping and popping about being away. Like, each word just pops into the bubble in the back of your head. Like, in each word just starts to drip and dribble your intelligence out of your mouth.

And that's okay. The words spilling like a faucet, like a leaky tap that just keeps dripping and dripping and dripping until all the thought, all the intelligence has just dripped out of your mind. And you and I both know that when somebody says that phrase, Babble like a bubbly bimbo. Babble like a bimbo. You can just come back to this place.

And it doesn't matter whether you say it to yourself or if someone it do you? You can just enjoy those feelings, those happy, bubbly, bimbo feelings until you have to return to the world of the waking, Until you have to wake yourself up or until somebody wakes you up and you find yourself back to yourself. But for that time while you were a Bubbly bimbo. You can just enjoy the feelings of being so fucking stupid. You can enjoy the feelings of being An empty headed, battered bim bop.

Somebody who talks and talks and talks. And you might even want to play with your hair while you talk, or you might even wanna bite your lip on your cock, or you might even wanna show signs that you're getting dumber and dumber and dumber, like a happy, blank, wide eyed expression crossing your face. Like, a confused look every time somebody tries to explain something to you. That's okay. Because those thoughts, those feelings, those faces that you pull just make things even better for you.

Because you're really living out your fantasy of being I'm bimbo. Living out that fantasy, realizing your truth, your bimbofication comes from the inside out. And you can imagine it, can't you, how you'll look, how you'll stand there, like, blinking, vapid eyes, smile across your face, Giggling happily to your side, and that's okay. It's fun, isn't it? It's fun to feel his feelings, And everybody else's words around you about just seem to swirl around your head because it's so confusing as you just lose track of those words, of those thoughts, of those smart concepts because you don't need to know that.

Your mind is so simple. You, I bet, are just as simple as living, and that's okay. But that's okay for you to just that's okay. That's okay for you to just follow along. Not following.

Smiling vacantly, nodding, not understanding or comprehending anything at all. And that's just fine because it feels good to be a bimbo, a bubbly, babbly bimbo. Feels good to be a bimbo, I babbly babbly bimbo. And it feels good to look at this file again and again, training your mind to be a bimbo, training your mind to let you know that you are a Bimbo. Always have been.

It always will be. I And that's just Bimbo. The way Oh, my kid. Isn't it