For some, there’s nothing and no one as hot as a beautiful, big-breasted, giggly, empty-headed servile bimbo babe. All she wants to do is serve and please in every possible erotic way. She’s happy to serve her Man with her cream-filled, overflowing cups forever, and to give him all the heirs he could ever need—and is completely ecstatic to be on her knees for him at any time he wants.
The bimbos I write about are possibly a little different than what you might find from most other erotica authors. I don’t necessarily find it all that exciting to degrade women (I mean, besides the obvious ways in which I do), and a woman transforming into a bimbo doesn’t mean she automatically becomes a trash can or a punching bag or anything else distasteful like that. Usually, the bimbos in my stories are quite happy! Sure, they’ve been mind-controlled into servile bliss, but it is servile bliss and not endless anger or resentment at their situation. That’s certainly a kink, and it definitely has its appeal–mine are just different, that’s all. By and large, in all my stories, what you’re going to find are happy endings. That means, mind-controlled or transformed or whatever, the protagonists and his or her chosen mates are largely pretty thrilled about whatever state they’re in. And a lot of the time, the bimbos in my stories, while not necessarily intelligent, are super cunning. Something more akin to “bimbo seductress” might be a more accurate term–a really sultry, hot, seductive woman with nothing on her brain to distract her from how much her man deserves.
My kind of bimbofication stories feature beautiful women becoming the bimbo goddesses they were born to be. And all the time they’re serving lucky men, usually hugely virile studs who can keep up with the nymphomaniac needs of their new gorgeous pets, often taking several at a time and creating harems of gorgeous beauties created just for their service!