bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: E-mail picture submissionRock RescueI dropped the last of the stones and
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: E-mail picture submissionRock RescueI dropped the last of the stones and pattered across the rocks to the edge of the water in the bay. It was a pretty creative plan in my opinion. In this particular area the short stretch of beach was perfectly sloped. It wasn’t steep enough that rocks tumbled down it but was curved to the point that it was visible some distance out to sea.Over the last few days I had been gathering rocks to enact my escape attempt. It hadn’t taken as long as I had expected to spell out the words ‘help me’. I was confident that any boats passing by would be able to see the letters shaped by the stones and come to my aid. The question was how long it would take before someone spotted them.I looked backwards and up to the imposing building perched on the top of the cliff. To a regular person it would have looked like a harmless, quaint lighthouse with a small accommodation building attached to the side. I knew the truth though. The bimbo conversion centre started in there and stretched down into the bowels of the rocks. The place was almost entirely powered by solar energy which BMBO were particularly proud of. I personally would have been happy to see every panel smashed to pieces to end what they do to us.I turned back to the ocean desperately. It would only be a matter of time before the global corporation decided to melt down my mind, turning all my memories and opinions into useless slush to be replaced with the need to serve and obey. After all they had made some considerable progress with my physical conversions already. Fortunately there was a glimmer of hope.The small fishing boat had been a tiny dot on the waves but it started to grow larger as it approached land. The sight of it made my heart skip a beat behind my big bolt on boobs. It was coming right towards me. I bounced up and down like a cheerleader waving my arms wildly to catch the driver’s attention and it must have worked as it quickened its pace. Eventually it stopped just close enough that a guy could hop out and wade over to me.“Did you see my message?” I squealed unable to hide the changes BMBO had made to my voice box as I slid into the water.“Yeah” he smirked rubbing at his crotch. “I’d be delighted to”.His reaction made me stop in my tracks. For a second I thought the worst. Perhaps he was a BMBO spy or a guard patrolling the water. My instincts told me otherwise though. His boat was leaden with fish that must have taken him all day to catch. If he was putting up a front he was playing his part far too well.“You have come to rescue me…right?” I murmured nervously.He looked confused and pointed at the rocks.“I thought you wanted to…”I rubbed a hand against my temple thoroughly bemused. There was clearly some miscommunication going on between us. It wasn’t until I looked back at my message in the rocks that I gasped with horror.“Fuck me” I read in horror. “Fuck me…Fuck me?!”How could it have happened? How could I have thought of the word help and written fuck instead. For a second my silly brain wondered if the wind or birds could have moved the rocks somehow. Then it sank in. BMBO had messed with my mind after all, so subtly that I hadn’t even noticed. They had ensured I sabotaged my own rescue attempt.“Oh God, I’m a bimbo”, I muttered weakly.For such a large bulky man he had a delicate touch. His rough hands were on my shoulders and he guided me carefully to the beach. I didn’t push him away or resist. My feelings had been compromised. I felt like a fool, tricked and betrayed by myself. There was more though. The words stuck. I knew I was a bimbo so now I felt almost duty bound to act like one. Their mind control had hit me in one big rush.When we were out of the water my shaky legs gave way and I slammed into the sand. My butt was up in the air in an instant, desperate to be slapped. I didn’t have the chance to consider whether he was attractive or not. My brain simply saw him as a man now and regardless of who he was and how he looked he needed to be pleased and satisfied.The fisherman wasted no time with me. I felt a rough jerk as he grabbed my ponytail and after a brief rustle of clothing his had cock was slapping against my bum cheek as he got hard.“Come on baby” I heard myself beg. “Shove it up my arsehole. Fuck me, fuck me”.He obliged with little hesitation. I had never had a cock up there before and it was a tight squeeze. My helium voice was deafening as he persisted and finally he had the whole thing inside me. Then he humped. Despite the pain I pushed into him and grinded along with every thrust. He tugged on my hair like a leash and I cried out at the ocean as I felt it twitch and then finally explode. The sticky semen gushed inside me and I gurgled in content. When he released me I tumbled into the sand spent.As I lay there I heard his footsteps travel along the beach growing fainter and fainter. After a splash in the water I heard the sound of his engine kicking into life and he was off, my freedom travelling away with him. I was left there to contemplate my future whilst I still had the brain capacity to do so. I was just a doll now, a man toy to be used and discarded once my holes had been filled. I wanted to feel shame and hatred but all I could feel was joy and ecstasy.I had become another of BMBOs completed bimbo conversions.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link