By u/Mental_Trap. Written for adults, but adults, all characters are 18

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Babe, you’ll never believe what happened today.

No, it’s great news. It’s fantastic. You’re going to love it. I...I almost want you to sit down for this. Okay, babe, are you ready?

I’m not a person anymore.

I mean, not technically. Isn’t that great news?

Babe, trust me, it is. This is really awesome when you think about it.

How?

Okay, so you know how there’s been that push for universal testing and registration?

[Annoyed] Like, everyone needs to carry their vaccine card everywhere...and their insurance card...and their intelligence quotient card...and their proof of occupation card...Right?

Well, one of the newest tests compares your breeding potential to your competency. Like, smarts versus fertility, or something. If you can’t put a square peg in a square hole, it’s supposed to qualify you for living assistance. They assign you someone to be your handler. To do your taxes and budget for your, and other day-to-day forms and paperwork. But, like, who doesn’t struggle with the way all that stuff’s written?

Anyway, so on the test I took, there’s this box the doctor can check if you score really low in smarts and really high in fertility. The gals at work are calling it the ‘Bimbo Box’.

‘Bimbo Box’ - That’s funny, right? I know! Sometimes I tell the gals like, hello, we should be doing stand-up!

...What was I saying?

Right, so, the box. If the doctor stamps it, it means you’re not qualified to make your own decisions anymore. But you’re, like, super-desirable in the fertility category. So it’s not a total loss.

Do you get where I’m going with this?

Babe, why do you look worried? This is all great news. Once they stamp that box, you’re not expected to do your own errands anymore. Or, like, drive yourself. [Confused] Or, you can drive, I guess...but you don’t get tickets anymore. Instead the cops will just strip-search you...

Long story short: You’re my legal caretaker now! Or, handler. Or whatever they’re calling it.

Babe...seriously, stop looking worried. I’m your bimbo, you’re my handler. I even filled out your name in the little dotted line. You make all my legal decisions now. You even oversee all my purchases.

[Whispering] You get to keep me, and you have exclusive rights to my bimbo body. Anytime you want.

[Flirty] I mean, you kind of always did. But now it’s official...

This pussy...is yours.

Do you want to see it? Right now?

What do you mean, ‘this is weird?’

What’s weird about me pulling down my skirt right here, right now, so you can see exactly what you’re entitled to?

Babe, you need to see what’s yours.

This is your hot, tight, perfect little bimbo pussy now.

I’ll even trim it any way you want, and wear anything you want. Lace thongs? Short maid outfits? Garter belt with nothing else?

I’ll keep my cute little ‘thot slot’ on display for you with slutty clothes, and have it ready for you at all times. Or I’ll wear nothing at all, if you tell me that’s what you want.

[Whispering] You can do anything with your bimbo. Anything at all. Anywhere, any time.

Want to finger me while we’re driving down the highway? I want that, too. No seduction. None of that ‘putting me in the mood’ bullshit. Just reach over and check how tight I am for you.

Want to claim me in the front window to show me off? You could mash these big, perfect, bimbo tits against the glass while I clench around your cock. I’d ask you to be careful not to hit my head against the window, but who am I kidding? You could fuck my brains out, literally, and I’d still just be your personal, empty-headed whore.

Or if you really want to show me off, you could put a chain on a dildo and fuck me with it. Then hold onto the end of it while you walk me around the neighborhood. I bet I’d be dripping by the time we made it back. And my tongue would be hanging out, I’m such a slut for you.

You could even take me to work like that. Position me under the desk, and have me keep your cock warm with my mouth while you type or take calls.

That’s right. You can literally do anything to your bimbo. Babe, I’m such a bimbo, you shouldn’t even consider me a person anymore. I’m just a fucktoy. *Your* bimbo fucktoy.

You know, when you take me to the doctor to get a checkup, I don’t want you to think of it as a doctor’s visit for me. I want you to think of it as having your fuck-toy maintinanced.

When you sit in the waiting room and put me on your lap - because I’m not allowed to sit in people-chairs anymore - I want you to tell the hot receptionist that you’re there to have your fuck-toy checked and maintinanced. To make sure the brutal pounding you’ve given your bimbo won’t result in a permanent stagger.

I want you to finger me and play with my tits while you talk about me. While you talk *over* me. Like I’m not even there.

...Fuck, babe. This is making me *so* hot, thinking about all the ways I can serve as your bimbo. Can I...can I sit in your lap? On that massive erection that’s trying to rip its way out? Let me take it out for you, please.

Sorry, babe...I asked for that wrong.

Babe, can I put your cock back where it belongs? In your fuck-toy bimbo’s tight pussy?

[Gasp, Being Entered]

Thank you.

[Moans Should Be Regularly Included From Here On - Like You’re Riding Him]

Where was I? Right...talking about having my doctor’s checkup - Sorry, fuck-toy maintinance - but you don’t need to worry about wearing your little bimbo out. Because there’s a lot of me to fuck.

Like, these perfect tits. They’re all yours, and they need your cum too. If you ever look bored while you’re checking your phone or watching TV, I’ll just undo my bra and get on my knees. I wouldn’t want this perfect cock of yours getting cold, after all. That’s what my tits are for now - they’re your cock warmers.

That’s what my ass is to you, too. Just another tight bimbo hole for you to keep your cock when it’s not busy elsewhere. Whenever I’m not kneeling at your feet, that’s where I should be, right? Sitting on your lap with my skirt hiked up? We could even drive like that. Me on your lap, holding the wheel, pretending to drive. While you keep your cock jammed in my ass, feeling the vibration of the car through my tight pucker. Just don’t hit too many potholes...unless you *like* feeling me clench that hard!

[Moans - Picking Up The Pace]

Mmmm, and what about my tongue? And these perfect, plump, bimbo lips? With how big you are, you probably love seeing these lips stretched around your cock, right? Well, anytime you need your bimbo on her knees, just put your hand on my shoulder and push me down.

That could even be my default if you want. What kind of super-bimbo would I be if I wasn’t on my knees most of the time anyway? Waiting to have that cock of yours slid down my throat...

What do you mean, we’ve never done that before? Babe, I know! That’s why I’m telling you: my mouth, my throat, is for keeping your cock hot and wet now. If you want to hilt your balls on my chin and cum down my esophagus into my stomach, I want you to. I *need* you to. And if I squirm or squeal too much, just lace your fingers behind my head and hold me there until I swallow everything you give me. If I have to gag and pass out on your cock to learn my lesson, that’s just how we’ll have to do it until I lose my gag reflex.

Babe, I need you to remember this: I’m such a bimbo, I’m not even a person anymore. And that’s exactly how I want you to treat me.

[Moans - Quicker Now - Almost There]

Are you getting close? Fuck, please, babe. Please, claim your bimbo. Claim me anytime you want.

Remember, according to the test I’m extra fertile. Anytime you cum, I need you to cum on me or inside of me. Even your pre-cum should be on my skin or in my mouth, or it’s a waste.

You know how I do my cute little exercises in front of the TV? Well, I do that so I can keep this bimbo body of mine tight for you. So you can shoot your load all over my tight tummy, or on my thighs, or chest, or anywhere you want. This perfect, fit, bimbo body is all yours.

Whenever you want, I’ll sit just like a doll for you, hands in my lap, waiting for you to cum on me. Waiting for you to grab my ponytail and stretch my lips around your cock. Or for you to take a fistful of my hair and throw me over a chair.

I’m your bimbo, babe. Just...use me. Fucking use me. Use me up if you want. Use your little bimbo until I break.

Leave me sweaty and exhausted and leaking cum...and don’t let up. Fuck me over and over...just, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck your mindless bimbo until there’s nothing left. Just a beautiful, fucked-stupid husk for you to breed...

Use me...use me, babe. Use your fuck-toy. Use your bimbo...please...

[Orgasm Sounds]

[Heavy Breathing]

[Happy Moan] Fuck, babe. I think I’m going to enjoy being your property.

So, do you want to buy a frame and hang it?

Frame what? The test results! The piece of paper that says you’re my handler. I think we should hang it right here in the front room. Not that any of our guests could doubt what I am, after they see how you dress me.

...Or how you use me.