**Submission**

Daphine's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the familiar sight of her bedroom ceiling. But as she sat up, she realized that something was off. Her mind was foggy, and her thoughts were consumed by the same obsession that had been plaguing her for weeks: cock. She couldn't explain why, but the thought of it made her giggle uncontrollably. As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her reflection showed a vacant, giggling bimbo, with a far-off look in her eyes. Her hair was mussed, and her makeup was smudged, but she didn't care. She was too busy thinking about her next "treat." The mysterious texter from earlier that day had promised to meet her again, and Daphine's bimbo persona couldn't wait. She had agreed to meet him at a seedy bar on the outskirts of town, and she was planning on wearing something "special" just for him. As she got dressed, Daphine's normal self tried to make a comeback. For a brief moment, she was aware of her surroundings and the absurdity of her situation. She thought about how far she had fallen, and how much she had lost. But her bimbo persona was too strong, and it quickly pushed her normal self back into the background. At the bar, Daphine's bimbo persona was in full swing. She was laughing and joking with the texter, a sleazy-looking guy with a receding hairline and a paunchy stomach. He was feeding her lines of bull, telling her how beautiful she was and how much he wanted to fuck her. Daphine's bimbo persona was eating it up, giggling and batting her eyelashes like a pro. As the night wore on, things started to get hazy. Daphine's normal self was barely holding on, trapped deep inside her mind as her bimbo persona called the shots. She was aware of the texter's hands on her, of his lips on hers, but she couldn't do anything to stop it. The next thing she knew, she was waking up in a strange bed, with the texter snoring beside her. Her head was pounding, and her mouth was dry. She looked around, trying to take in her surroundings, but everything was a blur. As she stumbled out of bed, Daphine's bimbo persona was still in control. She stumbled to the bathroom, where she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her reflection showed a mess of makeup and tangled hair, with a vacant look in her eyes. She knew then that she was lost. Her normal self was gone, replaced by a caricature of her former self. She was a bimbo, pure and simple, with no interest in anything except cock and cum. As she stared at her reflection, Daphine's bimbo persona started to giggle. She knew that she had a "treat" waiting for her, and she couldn't wait to get it. The story of Daphine's bimbofication had come to an end, and the result was a vacant, giggling shell of her former self. The intelligent, confident Daphine was gone, replaced by a mindless, cum-obsessed bimbo. She was trapped in a cycle of submission, with no escape in sight. And as she drifted off into the void, her bimbo persona was already planning its next move, eager to see what the future held for her.