I couldn't just stand by and watch you kill yourself with work anymore. When I compared you to the woman I first started to date you were stressed to the bone. Your work had a big merger going through and they had you dawn till dusk on it. There was the possibility of a big promotion. Of your career taking off. But I could see how it was killing your soul. Not to mention your sex drive.

(Ooc note, I'm not looking for cuckold play here. I'm looking for you to start as a stressed out and overworked young woman)

What's more, those few times when you were home it wasn't really you. You were tired and drained. You had enough energy to eat, tell me about your day and cuddle as you fell asleep to something. I knew you loved me. But your job was just too much. It was taking too much. I wouldn't ever force you to choose one or the other. But something had to change. After you feel asleep behind the wheel of your car one day, that's when we made the agreement.

Most of it was understandable. Less hours at work. More time to focus on us. On taking care of you and your mental health. But the one that would cause the trouble was this new anti-depressant I had found. It would take away all your worries and fears. Allowing you to focus on the hear and now. On having fun, pleasure and pleasing your partner.

What neither of us expected was how it would affect you. How it would focus your whole being on sex. On us. On me. What's more, when you took it, it worked so much better than you thought it ever could. Nothing else mattered. The fog went away. The world beyond us, our bodies, how you looked vanished. It was bliss. But then, they wore off. And all those worries came back.

There was a warning on the label as well. It was only intended for short term use. Using it too often and the changes might become permanent.

Ooc> So, I'm looking to explore the bimbofying pill but in a different way. I've left a number of vague but one thing I'm not looking for is is roofying you or sneaking the pill to you. That's been done to death. Nor am I looking for hot wife or cheating story.

Instead, I'm looking to explore a theme of self bimbofication. Your character has a choice. Face this world that seems harder with every day. That's almost killed you and keep fighting. Or enjoy this pill. The pill that'll change and shape your mind. It'll make you into a happy sex pet. It'll take away everything that stressed you out. You'll be mine.

The other angle I am looking for is that I don't intend this. Yes, I want to relive your stress and I know there'll be good sex. But I don't intend the bimbofication. I'm looking for two loving well adjusted adults in a stressful situation that find this fantastic escape.