Daddy gave me a simple assignment: Write an essay on why I should post a picture of my new fake tits. That was it. If, after having written the essay, I still didn’t want to share my picture, I didn’t have to. But if I changed my mind while writing it, well… The pictures above are both of me; one before I started my bimbofication, and one after. Here’s the essay that made me change my mind:
Why I Should Post My Tits
By Bimbo Candy, 2013
I have great tits. Big, firm, and obviously fake.
But it wasn’t always like that. Ever since I was a teenager I’ve had disappointingly small titties. I’ve been so jealous of busty girls and the attention they got from guys. I didn’t become sexually active until I was 19 because I was self-conscious about my body. And even when I did start having sex, I was still very unsatisfied with that part of my body. Having a bofriend tell you that he actually prefers small titties and then instinctively crane his neck whenever one of your busty friends walk by does that to a girl.
Getting fake tits has been the best decision I ever made. Daddy loves them, and judging from their looks, other men do as well. Now I’m the girl guys crane their necks to see.
I know it’s not political correct to say, but I actually enjoy being seen as a sex object. I love that when men look at me, they only see my long blonde hair and oversized funbags, wondering how my tits would look with their cock between them. I know they see me as a ditzy bimbo, and why shouldn’t they? I certainly look the part.
My only regret is that I don’t know if that’s what they’re really thinking. I would love to be a fly on the wall in a male locker room or wherever else guys talk about girls. Listening to them talking about girls they fucked, rating their bodies, being rowdy and coarse, without worrying about what the girl would say if she heard.
Tumblr is like the locker room of the world. Guys repost or comment on pictures of girls all the time. Why shouldn’t my picture be one of those commented on? For over a year I have been reposting pictures of hot girls, knowing that they will get cocks hard behind computer monitors all over the world. Why shouldn’t my picture be one of those getting cocks hard?
If I post my picture, I lose control of it. It can be reposted, saved to people’s harddrives, and edited. One day I might see the picture of my fake tits, with the picture of my natural small titties cut away, reblogged by one of the blogs I follow. Just one among thousands of other girls exposing themselves on the internet for guys to jack off to. Another step in my bimbofication. I know it sounds weird, but that turns me on. The powerlessnes, the thrill of not knowing what’s going to happen.
Being a bimbo is about being seen as a sex object, about not having full control over your life. And that is why I should post my tits.