<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Bimbofication on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/bimbofication/</link><description>Recent content in Bimbofication on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/bimbofication/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>JennyLee</title><link>/stories/2007/08/26/jennylee/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/08/26/jennylee/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Let me start with some background. I live and grew up in a small town just outside of Nashville. The town I lived in as well as Nashville was and is a very religious part of the country. I was raised by a very strict father who would whip you for the smallest infraction. All through my teenage years I would do things my father warned me against just to get a whipping. You see I discovered that while my father warmed my ass the heat would always travel to my pussy. The one thing these whippings did do however was to teach me what was bad and I would after a couple of whippings be so scared to do them that I never would do them again. The list was pretty long by the time I was grown. After college I moved to Nashville and got a loft apartment and started wondering if I dared to do some of the things that I had been taught were wrong. But no matter how much I wanted to I could not bring myself to do it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Accidental Inheritance 4: Bimbofication</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/accidental-inheritance-4-bimbofication/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/accidental-inheritance-4-bimbofication/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="accidentalinheritance3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accidental Inheritance 3: Linda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Bimbofication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I gave him the best pleading puppy dog eye I could. &amp;ldquo;Please Tim. That bitch has disrespected me one time too many!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No Janice, please just stop it. I will not allow you to use the programmer on unwilling people.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I pouted a little. &amp;ldquo;You used it on Linda!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No. I did not do that, Master Tim did. You know full well by now that the Master Tim personality you created in me does not have the morals I do. He enjoys fucking with peoples minds&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>