**Chapter 3: Loss of Control**

Daphine's fingers flew across her phone's keyboard as she scrolled through her social media feeds. She was searching for something, anything, that could help her understand what was happening to her. The past few days had been a blur of bimbo episodes, each one leaving her feeling more lost and helpless than the last. As she browsed through her feeds, she noticed that her mind was fixating on suggestive ads and videos. They seemed to be everywhere, popping up in her newsfeed, her stories, and even her private messages. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that her phone was somehow... watching her. Her eyes landed on a particularly provocative video, and she felt herself slipping into that familiar, trance-like state. Her mind began to wander, drifting away from her normal thoughts and concerns. She pictured herself as a sexy, desirable woman, surrounded by handsome men and lavish gifts. "Gosh, he's so hot," she whispered to herself, her eyes locked on a muscular male model. She knew she was in trouble. Her bimbo persona was taking over, and she couldn't seem to stop it. She tried to scroll away, but her fingers seemed to move of their own accord, typing out a flirtatious message to a guy she barely knew. As she snapped back to reality, she felt a wave of horror wash over her. What had she just done? She quickly deleted the message, but the damage was done. Her phone seemed to be feeding her bimbo persona, fueling its growth and influence. That night, as she lay in bed, Daphine couldn't shake the feeling that she was losing control. Her bimbo episodes were becoming more frequent, more intense. She was starting to feel like a different person, one who was obsessed with men, makeup, and... well, cum. She tried to focus on her breathing, to calm her racing thoughts. But her mind kept drifting back to cock and cum, those two words echoing in her brain like a mantra. She knew she had to get help, but she was too ashamed to reach out. Her therapist, Dr. Lee, had seemed kind and understanding, but Daphine couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow... broken. As she drifted off to sleep, Daphine felt a sense of despair wash over her. She was losing herself to this bimbo persona, and she didn't know how to stop it. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew that she was in grave danger of losing her grip on reality. The next morning, Daphine woke up feeling... different. Her bimbo persona was still lurking, waiting to pounce. She knew she had to be careful, to try and keep her normal self in control. But as she got dressed and ready for work, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was walking a tightrope, balancing her intelligent, analytical self with her ditzy, airheaded bimbo persona. It was only a matter of time before one of them took over completely. And Daphine wasn't sure which one she wanted to win.