[TF, Mental Changes, Bimbo/Himbo, Dom/Sub]

Diane looked at the warnings for the site stacked on top of the warning ls for the server she wanted to join.

"WARNING: Social Bimboing is inherently the most risky of our websites. It uses magic to alter your mind, and as such you may perform actions you typically wouldn't otherwise."

"WARNING: Social Bimboing uses "SB Points" to modify our users. Increases in these points will make you smarter, more dominant, and more sexually reserved. Decreases in these points will reduce your intelligence, make you more submissive, and more sexually promiscuous."

"WARNING: While participating in a Battle, users are unable to leave a match before it's completion. Premature disconnection will be marked as a loss, with the appropriate point transfers. In each battle there is a guaranteed winner and loser."

Diane snorted and selected that she agreed. The system scored her at 110 SB Points, slightly above baseline. It made sense, given her disposition toward being in charge and the edge she held over other people in general conversation.

Her first opponent popped up, and she was facing a man wearing a suit. His score was 112, and he went by Derek. "So, you ready?"

Diane chuckled. "Yeah. What, is this your first time?" Before Derek could respond, the screen changed. It now showed the wager the challenge. The system decided that each opponent should have to bet ten of their SB Points, and the competition would be to see how many times each person could snap their fingers before getting tired.

The screen gave a countdown, and then showed a giant zero. Diane snapped her fingers once and the number changed to a one, with a red circle fading away around it. Before it could complete, she snapped her fingers again, resetting the timer and giving herself another point.

On she went, snapping her fingers. It quickly started to ache, and she wondered how many points Derek had. The ache turned into a full pain as her fingers started to refuse to cooperate, and she had to give up. The moment she finished, the match ended and the final scores displayed.

Diane sighed, releasing a breath she didn't know she had been holding. She'd beaten Derek by nearly double, and she watched as the points transferred to her. Derek looked slightly perplexed, loosening his tie before the system disconnected.

Diane, on the other hand, felt on top of the world. She sat up a little straighter in her chair, adjusted her top to make sure she looked presentable. She didn't feel prudish - that was a misconception about the site, that higher SB Points would make some lose an interest in sex. No, she still craved it, but she wasn't about to start stripping on camera. She'd rather a sensual lover take her, someone she would make sure would tend to her needs.

The website reconnected her with a new opponent, the time to safely disconnect having passed. The name read as David, and his score was already lower than when she started at 89 points. He was wearing a latex crop top, and he couldn't stop playing with his erect nipples through it.

"Ooh, I bet you won your last match, I hope you win against me too!"

Diane was at a loss for words and could respond before the system closed the chat window and opened up the next event. Seemingly David was a 'Brain Drain' junkie, a term the community came up with for people that willingly threw matches to become little more than slutty bimbos, usually then heading back over to Quarantitty or Assolation to get donations for the show they would put on.

It just meant an easier match for Diane in the end. Both Diane and David had already played a match, so the system doubled the bet to twenty points. The challenge was just a typing race, to see who could retype a short story the fastest.

Diane took off, blazing through the typing. She was done with plenty of time to spare, and waited impatiently as the clock ran out for David. The screen then split to show a side by side comparison of their writing samples, showing David had accomplished a handful of words compared to Diane's short essay. The points transferred, and Diane looked her opponent in the eyes.

"Best be careful, Davie, wouldn't want someone to take advantage of you like that."

David for his part squealed and giggled, tugging his latex top a little further down as though to tease her back. The screen went blank - save for the disconnection timer - and Diane was baffled at her behavior. Where had that come from? She wasn't normally the provoker, and here she was teasing her mentally drained, sexually charged opponent. The most surprising part is that it made her wet as she did it, though she wouldn't let herself confirm that detail.

The next opponent popped up, and it was a girl this time. Candace, with 120 points. Diane felt confident in her odds of winning, and it reflected in her appearance. She sat back, head tilted ever so slightly as she eyed up the opposition. Candace had twenty points less than Diane, but was still rather self assured. The pair sat quietly, watching the other until the match started.

The wager doubled again, to forty points. A sudoku board popped up onto the screen. Diane quickly went about filling it in. A second board popped up on the screen after she had completed it, and this one was more difficult. Each board she solved was replaced with another, harder board until she was finally stumped. A countdown time ticked down in the corner, but she was unable to find another number to place in the puzzle.

The board disappeared, replaced by the face of her opponent. Their scores appeared and her opponent lost her temper.

"How dare you take this away from me! I… oh, wow… no! I'm not going to be a slut. I have to be the best, the best… the best at what?" Candace giggled, pouting at the camera.

"Go have some fun, my pet." Both Diane and Candace groaned pleasurably, Diane from commanding a diminutive pet around, Candace for being put in her place. Candace disappeared from Diane’s screen.

'A sensual lover'? That had been her fantasy moments ago, but now she could picture it. A lover implied being equal, and she was nearly twice as magnificent as an ordinary person. No, only a subservient little slut would do for someone like Diane.

As if reading her mind, a perfect example came up as her next opponent. The girl wiggled in her chair and couldn’t help but giggle airly.

“Hey, I’m Emmi, and like, god I’m so horny!” Another giggle escaped her lips, and Diane noticed that one of Emmi’s hands was buried between her legs. Diane rolled her eyes. “Like, I gotta win, I have a date tonight with my totally hunky boy! We’re gonna -”

The chat disconnected to prepare for the next game. Diane was grateful Emmi had been interrupted; she wouldn’t have minded hearing about the girl’s sexual adventures though she had no interest in what would happen with her boyfriend. Rather, it only made Diane wish for what she would make Emmi do to *her*.

Diane snapped to her senses, realizing Emmi wasn’t her conquered subject but rather her opponent at the moment, another obstacle in her way to becoming truly great. Her daydreaming spell had taken time off the clock, and Diane realized she didn’t even know what the challenge was. She panicked for a brief moment, but before she had time to come to a rational choice, the time was up. Unless the competition had been idly fantasizing about intimacy, Diane had surely lost.

It still stung though when she saw just how badly she had lost. Emmi had scored over fifty times, in whatever was being scored, while Diane had no points at all. The chat reopened as the points were exchanged, and Diane saw her score plummet. Emmi had been launched up to 147 points, and sat confidently in her chair. There was a glint behind her eyes as she sized up Diane.

It had been eighty points. Almost half of what made Diane feel powerful and commanding was stripped from her. She didn't even have the points she started with. It felt like she could feel the difference in her thoughts compared to her normal state, but she had just gone through such a wild point swing so it was hard to tell. It was easy to notice the change in her lust though, as her thoughts of possessing and controlling Emmi no longer interested her, but instead she wondered if Emmi would enjoy playing with her more.

Emmi chuckled - distinct from her previous giggles - and waved goodbye to Diane. Diane waved back, and tried shook herself out of the stupor she was in. It seemed whether she had a wealth of points or not, she'd only keep getting hornier, a well known feature of the site that escaped her at that moment.

Her next competitor was another guy, shockingly with lower points than her again. He seemingly had stopped by both Quarantitty and Assolation before battling on Social Bimboing and was left well endowed in both departments, though his face and front-facing bulge indicated he was still male in some aspects.

He spent their cam time fondling himself up, giving Diane a show that she wasn't terribly interested in compared to before her major loss. This game was a math challenge, with solving the most puzzles possible. It seemed the website wouldn't let her opponent give up too many points, and capped the match at twenty SB Points to be won or lost.

The math wasn't terribly hard, though she felt her mind wandering back to Emmi, and to lovers in general. She'd always led in the bedroom if not being outright dominant, so the idea of having someone else lead her was an entertaining notion. Pulling herself away from such distracting thoughts was becoming difficult, and Diane forced herself to focus on the math test.

Diane was surprised she won, though she wasn't sure why that caught her off guard. She felt her mental state restore a bit, and she noted she was slightly ahead of where she started - albeit much hornier. Her opponent hardly noticed the camera that was active, humping at his desk and making his chest quake before the feed disconnected.

Diane hovered her mouse at the disconnection button, watching the time countdown. She played with fire, almost came out behind but pulled it together at the last moment and managed to get ahead. But… She tasted the temptation of being out of control. That desire to let someone else lead. It felt too good to ignore, too good for her to just walk away from and forget about. She let the timer expire and the next match started. Lindsey smiled, giving a small polite wave. The two looked each other in the eyes, and Diane recognized the hunger in her opponent’s gaze, the craving to win and become better. Diane imagined that the same desire was no longer in her own eyes, but rather now a need to lose.

It didn’t matter, and the next match started. Diane forced herself to look away from the screen - it wouldn’t do to be tempted to earn even a single point if her opponent wasn’t as skilled as she was. She sat quietly, fidgeting as she waited out the time. Agonizing, knowing that at the end of it she’d be *less* in so many ways. It perplexed her, trying to think of *less* as more of what she wanted, but she didn’t have long to worry about it. The match ended.

Her zero points didn’t stand a chance to Lindsey’s dozens. Diane felt her heart catch in her throat when she saw that eighty points were on the line. She’d be reduced farther than she had seen anyone go this night, so far away from who she normally was. The idea of how far away that was became impossible to grasp, the numbers slipping from Diane’s mind. Even complex words started to disappear, and all that she could think about was the girl on the screen in front of her.

Diane started to drool a bit, her tongue licking the air in front of her as though she was already kneeling in front of her opponent. Her button up shirt felt restrictive, and she roughly pulled it open, letting her bare chest hang out in view of the camera. She was acting like a wanton slut, but she didn’t mind it. She felt incredibly horny, and the feeling only built as she showed off for the camera. Lindsey just watched, though Diane swore she noticed Lindsey’s hand moving around between her legs.

The screen went black again, the session disconnected. Diane wasn’t sure she’d be able to click anything with her mind filled with lustful thoughts and her hands full of her breasts, but suddenly a private video chat invite appeared from Lindsey. She only had a couple seconds left on the clock to make her choice. She could still come back from this, from barely functioning as a person with forty points and work back up to where she had started. The invitation felt irresistible though. Diane knew she had to obey it, it was more an order than a request from someone so much more superior than her.

She clicked, and instead of the next battle round, Lindsey reappeared on her screen.

“Good pet. Glad you came.”

And came she did.