As Aurora got ready in the morning, a still barely-there part of her consciousness still held on to that dream she had, the little of it she could remember. The woman just shook her head and ignored the thought. It was pointless dwelling on it.

She looked over herself in the mirror. Thick, cock-pillow lips that had been carefully painted in heavy white lipstick. Bright colors were all the rage of course, but Aurora paired it tastefully with black eyeshadow. She had a sort of “light and dark” theme in her look that always drew eyes and cocks to her.

Then there was her hair. Thick and raven-colored, it flowed down her back like a cape and pooled in a heavy clump at the top that covered half of her face at times.

Aurora put on her massive hoop earrings, one black and one white. Then her choker labeled with the word “Lust”, she’d always been particularly fond of this item.

Then her micro-skirt, a mixture of black and white that covered essentially nothing. If anything, it drew attention to her constantly throbbing cunt just beneath it.

Then there were her natural teardrop shaped breasts, both several times bigger than her head and as wide as her torso.

The college student carefully stepped into her 18 inch high heels and smiled. She looked so cute!

But her thoughts came back to that dream.

Had it always been like this? This was nothing more than an intrusive thought for some, but still it lingered. Could your memory be trusted? Aurora sometimes had dreams of another world, though it was more like nightmares.

A world where lust and desire didn’t rule over every aspect of society. Where cock wasn’t meant to be worshipped at all times, where breasts weren’t made to be milked and sucked on constantly.

One was expected to cover their body in clothes. Chokers with the word “slut” were considered in bad taste, and 12 inch heels and hair stacked up several feet above your head were considered impossible. Women’s hair was thin rather than thick and fluffy, even their so-called big hair looked sickly and thin in comparison to real life. Men were small, not the 7 foot tall, beefed up mega-hunks they were in real life. Women were even smaller. A woman weighing than less than 500 pounds of pure thick, squishy lovemeat was the norm.

Worst of all was that orgasms did not come easily, and they seemed pitiful in comparison. One’s body was so fortified to pleasure that it could not simply have a squirting orgasm from light breastplay or twerking alone. And sucking cock was not a blissful, mind-melting experience.

What a strange, absurd world for the sleeping mind to conjure up. It seemed like a miserable, gray world. And this world was not guided by love and pleasure, but by something called “war”. It sent a shiver down Aurora’s spine.

She was glad she didn’t live in that world.

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Hello, everyone. I’d love to do a worldbuilding roleplay about a world of Hyper-Sluts and Super-Bimbos! You can peep my profile to see references of the types of bimbos I have in mind for this world. If you need any more context, you can look up Bimbo-Annon’s art, it’s amazing!

Also, doubling is a must. I love novel style rp’s, plus I want to explore all the different types of Bimbos this world has to offer! Just so you know, my two biggest turn off are generic bimbos with no personality, and total IQ loss.

Airheadedness and shifting of priorities toward the sexual is a must for Bimbos obviously, but I’d like them to also be interesting and individually unique. Plus, the world can’t function if everyone is a complete moron, lol.

DM me a detailed introduction so that I know you’re as enthusiastic about mutually collaborating on this rp as I am, and I’ll send kinks and limits. Then we can exchange ideas and hash out the kind of story we’d like to play in this world. Thanks for reading!