Bambi sat on the bed pushing her tits out while leaning back ever so slightly, not moving or even blinking.

Of course she did blink every once in a while, it was impossible not to, but she tried as hard as she could to keep it to a minimum.

She disliked these times the most, between clients, when she had time to think. Think about things like the fact her name wasn’t Bambi.

Oh she didn’t know what her name had been, as hard a she tried to remember, in every memory she could recall people called her Bambi.

It was like someone had loaded up all her memories in a word processor like a book and simply done a search and replace on her name. She could even find “mistakes” in the process, at least she thought she could, where some one she knew had the same name as her but now in her mind they were Bambi too.

There were other things as well, whole paragraphs or maybe even chapters missing. She couldn’t remember a single day of university, but she suspected she had gone as there were gaping hole’s in her memory between the age of 18 and 23. What else would they have wanted to edit out of those years?

And then there were the really strange parts of her memories. Times when she could remember doing something, like being at the mall with friends, and then all of a sudden a dump of information filled her memories, perhaps of how to do makeup or fashion trends, only to jump back a few hours later to the mall. It was like they’d just found useless chunks of time in her memory and simply inserted a bit of knowledge they wanted her to have.

The worst though was the strange feeling she got when she thought of certain things. Things like her ass.

She really liked having her ass played with. Jiggled and slapped, she loved showing it off and encouraged men to touch it as much as they liked. But it felt off somehow. Like she really didn’t like it but someone had convinced her somehow that she did.

Bambi heard the door open just as her eyes fluttered and rolled in to the back of her head, her body collapsing back on to the bed.


Bambi sat on the bed pushing her gigantic tits out while leaning back ever so slightly, not moving or even blinking.

Of course she did blink every once in a while, it was impossible not to, but she tried as hard as she could to keep it to a minimum.

She disliked these times the most, between clients, when she had time to think. Think about things like the fact her name wasn’t Bambi.

Oh she didn’t know what her name had been, as hard a she tried to remember, in every memory she could recall people called her Bambi.

It was like someone had loaded up all her memories in a word processor like a book and simply done a search and replace on her name. She could even find “mistakes” in the process, at least she thought she could, where some one she knew had the same name as her but now in her mind they were Bambi too.

There were other things as well, whole paragraphs or maybe even chapters missing. She couldn’t remember a single day of university, but she suspected she had gone as there were gaping hole’s in her memory between the age of 18 and 23. What else would they have wanted to edit out of those years?

And then there were the really strange parts of her memories. Times when she could remember doing something, like being at the mall with friends, and then all of a sudden a dump of information filled her memories, perhaps of how to do makeup or fashion trends, only to jump back a few hours later to the mall. It was like they’d just found useless chunks of time in her memory and simply inserted a bit of knowledge they wanted her to have.

The worst though was the strange feeling she got when she thought of certain things. Things like her tits.

She really liked having her tits played with. Jiggled and slapped, she loved showing them off and encouraged men to touch them as much as they liked. But it felt off somehow. Like she really didn’t like it but someone had convinced her somehow that she did.

And they were too big weren’t they? Oh sure they matched her ass, which was another thing that seemed off when she thought about it, but would she have ever gotten two such large round implants of her own volition?

That sat too high on her chest, her chin almost touched the tops of them when she tilted her head down, and they stuck too far out of the sides of her body as well.

Her thought was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and the footsteps of a man walking over to the bed. He stood in front of her, a small card that he fumbled with in his hand for a moment before speaking, “Op…option 1… 4… and 8.”

Bambi blinked several times and then looked up at the man in front of her, smiling, “Like, hi! I’m Bambi, will you play with me?” she asked as she shook her gigantic tits and pushed herself up from the bed, wrapping her arms around the man.

He placed his hands on each side of her tits and buried his face between them, “Bambi loves her tits played with! *giggle*” she squealed.

Soon they were on the bed, his dick between her tits as he pumped them hard.

She hoped he’d be able to last, she loved her tits being fucked, but more than that, she loved the fact that she didn’t have to think about anything else while the client was there.

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