Bimbo Experiments: The Sexy Science of Self-Discovery

Bimbos are like scientists. We’re always experimenting. Never satisfied with a single discovery. A good bimbo goes back to her lab for bigger and better results.

Early Stages

The bimbo journey is not a straight line. I have seen people break down the evolution of a bimbo into stages. These can be fun ways to think about progression. But real life isn’t that clean. I have written about the girl next door and natural bimbos. Most of the girls you think of as bimbos in real life probably fit in one of these categories.

These are two relatively low commitment groups. You don’t have to work at being the girl next door. A natural bimbo just is the way she is. These are just variations of fun, pretty girls. They aren’t actively seeking out bimbodom. At least not yet. That is where we enter the next stage. Experimentation.

It usually starts with something simple. I remember the first time I caught a boy I liked staring at my chest. I was covered under layers. But there was no denying he was checking out my boobs. He looked away quickly and turned bright red. My friends started giggling. I turned bright red too because I was embarrassed. I was always embarrassed by my sudden growth.

But this time, there was something more. I liked this boy. Last year, I never would have dreamed of going out with him. And now, he was obviously interested. It was clear why too. I was stacked! There were rumors I had gotten a boob job over the summer. This boy I liked, liked my tits. And that made me feel very good.

My First Grope: A Tit Experiment

It wasn’t long before he asked me out. We went on a few innocent dates. And then one night he asked if he could touch my boobs. I told him ‘no’ and he got mad. He said that he had paid for a few dates and hadn’t gotten anything out of it. I said if it was really that important to him, he could feel me over my sweater. And he did.

Some of you are probably disappointed in me that I caved to such a stupid tactic. I was sixteen. He was a senior. We were both experimenting. It’s normal teenage stuff. The boy asked if they were real and I gave him a look. Then he made a face. He looked really satisfied for just a second. And then the satisfaction gave way to near panic.

I wasn’t sure what had happened at the time. He admitted later he came in his pants. That was just insane to me. A little sweater petting got this senior guy off! I asked my girlfriends. They said sometimes guys do that. From the looks on their faces, I could tell there was something different.

Discovering Bimbo Power

I’m not going to write about my sexual discovery step by step. This isn’t Penthouse Forum. You get the idea. I was discovering that boys and men were attracted to me. Some girls too. If I paid them attention, they would fawn over me. Buy me things. Just a little flirting made boys my age trip all over themselves.

It was fun and I think harmless. I started dressing differently to show off my new curves. My mom certainly noticed. But she understood. I got my figure from her. At first it was gratifying to see guys checking me out in my peripheral vision. As my skirts got shorter and my tops got tighter, it became more a game.

I did things to get attention. Posing in the hallway. Bending over to pick up a pencil. Watching boys scramble to pick it up for me. The more attention I got, the more it was expected. It wasn’t enough to see a guy look away in embarrassment. I wanted them twisted around my finger. I liked knowing that half of the school jerked off to me in the shower.

College Experiments

You’re probably expecting some stories of me losing my virginity to the high school quarterback. It wasn’t like that. I wasn’t sexually active until I went to college. And even then, I wasn’t a slut. My memories of these things got put in a blender thanks to years of bimbo brainwashing. It took Second Life to turn me into what I am today.

I was a very serious student in college. If anything, I regressed from natural bimbo to girl next door for four years. However, my experimentation continued. I had a roomie named Steffi. She was the extrovert I only pretended to be. Steffi started stripping at bachelor parties for extra money. She asked me to come along too.

At first, I was just looking out for my friend’s safety. Buxom blonde security. The guys complained when I wasn’t part of the show. Little by little, my resolve lessened. Eventually, I started stripping with Steffi. This was like that first boy times one hundred. I’m topless, cupping my tits and a room full of grown men are going nuts. I felt powerful. Like a goddess.

I discovered something else that I was reluctant to admit. I liked getting paid. It was dirty and taboo. In some ways, it made me feel cheap. More than that, men were willing to pay for me. I made a lot more money stripping for a few hours than I did working as a resident advisor. And not that I was comparing but I always made more in tips than Steffi did.

Okay, I was comparing.

In Summary

I hesitate to call experimentation a stage in the bimbo transformation. I have never stopped experimenting. I’m discovering new ways to bimbo every day. To me, experimentation is less of a stage than a process. It’s a means of self-discovery. Uncovering the bimbo within. All that self-help stuff.

Experimentation is definitely part of the journey. If you’re trying to create an infographic, it probably fits in as an early stage in the process. Experimentation describes the phase where a cute girl finds the power of her feminity. The joys of sexuality unleashed. And all the delicious kinks that follow.

I think it’s useful to consider experimentation as a stage of bimbo transformation. As long as we acknowledge that it doesn’t end with a single discovery. A good bimbo never stops experimenting. Never stops pushing herself. Or being pushed by others. But I like a self-motivated bimbo. That’s just me. Too much, as I like to say, is never enough.