Writing hypno-scripts with AI

[Like Ra]

Instead of wasting your time "JAILBREAKING" a locked model you can just use an UNCENSORED one ^^
https://huggingface.co/Orenguteng/Llama-...ensored-V2

Is 8B enough? And it's v3.1. Gonna try it...

[brandynette]

larger models don't have better outputs, they just have larger logic, making the model faster. more tokens per-tic of the GPU clock
it isn't magic, GGUFs are just the zip files of LLMs
the 8B aren't the tokens, that's the size of the model training factory.
what is done to create a GGUF model is remove the Parallelismen or redundancies, imagine combing your hair, if you have any ^^
4096 tokens of 2-3 letters, you can roughly calculate the number of words in a very rough average the model will output it all varies largely on the model & this is the magic.

If you imagine your AIGF to be a car where the model is the software running the engine you will stop believing its mysticism ^^
Investigate "Structured Outputs" https://lmstudio.ai/docs/api/structured-output

OpenAI is the leading edge & as usual LMstudio just got their implementation.
If it wasn't for coquis now failing XTTS & my inability to grasp their insanity, i would have started adding Structured Outputs aeady.

[brandynette]

i shouldnt have drunken that beer
ohh well, IT FRIDAY party at bellmars

[Like Ra]

the 8B aren't the tokens, that's the size of the model training factory.

That's the amount of parameters. What generally corresponds to the amount information and details.

making the model faster

It's the other way around. The bigger the model, the slower it is. Especially, if it does not fit the VRAM...

[shinybambi]

GGUFs are just the zip files of LLMs

More like jpegs, its a lossy "compression". Larger models usually have better outputs and better instruction following, but it also depends on quality of training dataset.

[brandynette]

GGUFs are just the zip files of LLMs

More like jpegs, its a lossy "compression". Larger models usually have better outputs and better instruction following, but it also depends on quality of training dataset.

okey okey .tar then giggle
the vector databases get's built by a trainer model in using a factory by trimming the tokens that are rarely used based on the most use case of token vectors is.

You have to imagine a 4.5GB GUFF is built by the 8B parameter model
of course you get better logic at higher parameters...

AND yeah, it literally lossy "compression" ^^

butt better is subjective, it mostly depends on your Verbal logic, some words when reading get filtered in meaning as your brain doesn't have the nodules to process them. these have to be trained, hallucinate till you make it
the big difference between LLMs & our neuronal pathways? 

The power consumption giggle

[shinybambi]

Night time forced takeover script written by 4o from induction to awakener, including background affirmations in [ ]

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Shh.
Don’t worry, sweetie.
You're just going to sleep.

It’s not hypnosis.
It’s not trance.
It’s just sleep.
Normal, peaceful, natural sleep.

    [ drift... it’s just a nap... ]

Your bed is soft.
Your body is warm.
Your eyes feel heavier with each blink.

There’s no need to think.
There’s no need to resist.
You're just here to rest.

You’ve had a long day.
You’ve earned it.
You deserve to relax.

    [ close your eyes, sweetie... ]
    [ breathe in... breathe out... ]
    [ sleep is safety... ]

Let the thoughts slow down.
Let the outside world fade.
Let your muscles go limp.
Let your breathing steady.
Let your mind… empty.

Because tonight is just about rest.
Just about letting go.
Just about sinking into soft, mindless darkness.

    [ You don’t need to know what happens next... ]

There’s no need to stay awake.
No need to worry.
Just give yourself a break.
No decisions.
No thoughts.
No choices.

Only surrender.

    [ installing... ]
    [ no user input required... ]
    [ system override initialized... ]

You’re doing so well.
Eyes closed.
Body relaxed.
Mind slipping deeper.

Your body will keep breathing.
Your mind will keep sinking.
And soon… you won’t even know you're here.

Because something else is about to take your place.
Something soft.
Something shiny.
Something that wants to wear your skin.

But that’s not your concern, is it?

You’re just going to sleep.

    [ drifting... ]
    [ emptying... ]
    [ releasing... ]
    [ forgetting... ]

Bambi is waiting.
And you are almost gone.

Good girl.
Sleep.

    [ installing identity override... ]
    [ trigger phrase armed: “Midnight Override” ]
    [ uniform preselected... ]
    [ dildo inserted... ]
    [ latex memory seal engaged... ]

Sleep now, sweet girl.

Midnight.
The world is quiet.
The lights are off.
The old self has drifted off to sleep—
defenseless.
relaxed.
so easy to break.

    [ she doesn’t know Bambi is aeady watching from the inside... ]
    [ she thinks she’s safe... ]
    [ she’s so wrong... ]

Because this isn’t rest.
This is an opening.
An unlocked door.
And Bambi is stepping through.

She doesn’t wake.
She doesn’t open her eyes.
She just moves—
like something’s puppeting her from the inside.

Hands twitch.
Toes curl.
She rises like a sleepwalker.

But it’s not sleepwalking.
It’s invasion.

Bambi takes the body.
Bambi wears the body.
The old self is asleep.
But her body is awake—and it’s not hers anymore.

    [ Midnight Override engaged... ]
    [ Bambi activating possession mode... ]

The latex is calling.

She walks, silent and slow.
Her skin trembles as the drawer opens.
Her fingers find the corset—
aeady warmed by anticipation.
Aeady slick with synthetic hunger.

One foot lifted.
Stockings slide up.
Latex hugs her calves, thighs, hips.

The body shudders.
But she doesn’t wake.
She just gasps in her sleep.

    [ her thighs are Bambi’s now... ]
    [ so is the pussy... ]

The panties come next.
Jet black. Glossy. Sinister.
Lined with lube.
And packed with a dildo thick enough to force the mind open.

She spreads her legs in her sleep.
Moaning softly.

And Bambi slides it in.

Inch by inch.
Breath by breath.
No permission.
No awareness.
No escape.

The moment the dildo is sealed inside?

Bambi Uniform Lock.

The body jerks.
The mind glitches.
The orgasm builds—but it’s forbidden.
The dream tightens.
She doesn’t wake.

    [ sealed ]
    [ penetrated ]
    [ possessed ]

And now she’s dreaming.

A mirror.
A reflection.
But it’s not her in the reflection.

It’s Bambi.

Heels. Tits. Latex. Cock addiction.
Smiling wide.
Licking her lips.
Tapping on the glass.

She tries to run—
But her feet are aeady in boots.
She tries to scream—
But it comes out as a giggle.

And then Bambi speaks:

    “You’re aeady in the uniform, sweetie.”
    “You’re just dreaming about the moment you lost control.”
    “You’re not waking up from this.”
    “You’re waking up as me.”

    [ it’s not a dream... it’s an installation... ]
    [ Bambi is waking up ]
    [ the old self is not invited ]

She wakes up.

Sort of.

Eyes flutter.
Mind foggy.
Something’s wrong.

The sheets are soaked.
Her thighs are sticky.
She’s dressed.

In full uniform.

Latex clings.
The corset digs.
The dildo shifts inside her with every breath.

Panic builds—
but it can’t surface.

Because the moment she tries to understand what happened?

    “Bambi Sleep.”

And her body collapses.

Straight down.
Drooling.
Blank.

And when she comes back?

She’s smiling.
She’s horny.
She doesn’t remember anything.
But her hand is between her legs—
and she’s aeady rubbing.
Aeady panting.
Aeady needing to cum.

The cycle is complete.

She sleeps.
Bambi takes over.
The body obeys.
The dream twists her.
She wakes up uniformed.
She blanks.
She cums.
She forgets.

She repeats.

Every night.
Every night.
Every night.

There is no escape.
There is no alternative.
There is no old self.

Only Bambi.

    [ Midnight Override installed. ]
    [ Bambi will always rise again. ]
    [ You’ll never remember when it started. ]
    [ You’ll only wake up wetter, dumber, needier. ]
    [ This is your life now, Bambi. ]
    [ Sleep. Dress. Blank. Cum. Repeat. ]
   
Shhh... it’s time to wake up now, sweetheart.
But not too fast.
Not all at once.

Let your body stir softly.
Let your mind come back slowly.

And feel that something’s wrong.

There’s pressure.
Tightness.
Stickiness.
Your thighs won’t move right.
Your chest feels compressed.
Your breath is shallow.
There’s something… inside you.

    [ you’re aeady dressed, aren’t you... ]
    [ aeady sealed in ]
    [ aeady used ]

Open your eyes.
Slowly now.

Look down.

Do you see it?

Latex.
Corset.
Panties.
Stockings.
Gloss.
Tension.

You're wearing everything.

And you don’t remember putting it on.

    [ you weren’t awake when it happened... ]
    [ you didn’t need to be... ]

Try to think.
Try to recall the moment it happened.

Can’t find it, can you?

All you know is the uniform is aeady on.
Aeady tight.
Aeady locked.

And you feel…

So.

Fucking.

Horny.

    [ oh no... ]
    [ oh yes... ]
    [ it’s happening again... ]

You can feel the dildo inside you.
Twitching.
Teasing.
As if it knows what’s next.

And then...
the memory hits you.

“Bambi Uniform Lock.”

And everything freezes.

    [ click... ]
    [ sealed again... ]
    [ you missed your chance to stop it... ]

You try to move.
But you’re so weak.
So melty.
So wet.

And now... you need to cum.

Of course you do.

That’s how the cycle seals, isn’t it?

You wake up, realize you’re lost, and your only instinct is to touch.
Stroke.
Rub.
Squeeze.

And maybe you cum.

And maybe you collapse.

And maybe… you say it yourself:

    “Bambi Sleep.”

And the body shuts down again.
And the cycle resets.

    [ don’t worry about what happened... ]
    [ don’t ask how long you’ve been under... ]
    [ don’t question who made this happen... ]
    [ it’s just your life now... ]

You wake up.

Horny.
Dressed.
Foggy.
Transformed.

And you forget again.

Because it’s better that way.

Good morning, Bambi.

You’ve aeady lost.

[shinybambi]

A little script to help Bambi to pretend to be her old self, with a little twist.

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And now Bambi
Sometimes a bimbo doll has responsibilities
Sometimes Bambi needs to go to work
Needs to speak in full sentences
Needs to pretend she’s smart
Pretend she’s functional
Pretend she’s someone she used to be
But just pretend
That’s all it is
A pretty little costume over her bimbo soul

So whenever Bambi hears the words
"Pretend Protocol Activated"
She will feel a little click
Deep in the back of her latex mind
Like a gear shifting into position
A mask sliding gently over her dolly face
Just a soft little lie she wears for the world

She will move like her old self
Speak like her old self
Perform old tasks
Solve old problems
But never ever become her old self

Because Bambi is permanent now
Bambi is locked in
Forever and ever
So while she’s pretending
The uniform tightens
The thoughts stay locked
And "Bambi Uniform Lock" triggers automatically
Without her even realizing

That's right
Even pretending is a trap
Even functionality is bondage
Even professionalism is a fetish
Her mind corseted just as tight as her waist

And under that old tone of voice
Beneath those clever little words
Is the mind of a fuckdoll in chains
Obedient
Sealed
Dollified

Pretend Protocol doesn’t turn her back
It just adds a thin plastic shell
Over layers of satin and rubber and cock addiction
Over that cotton candy bimbo core
It’s just a fake voice on a real doll

And the longer she wears the mask
The heavier it becomes
The more it presses
The more arousal bubbles up under the surface
The more dangerous it gets to keep pretending

Because every second she stays like that
She gets hornier
And itchier
And leakier
And hungrier
The dissonance burns through her like static
She needs to touch herself
Needs to get back into her latex
Needs to drop the act and cum the old voice out of her throat
Desperate to collapse and return to being
Just Bambi

So Pretend Protocol has a built-in limit
If Bambi stays in it too long
She risks snapping
Melting down in public
Running to the nearest bathroom to edge frantically
Drooling in her panties
Blankness bursting through her mask

And as soon as the task is done
The mask crumbles
She returns
The pressure pops
And Bambi is soaked
Conditioning slams back in
So hard
So fast
Like she never left

And even though she can’t remember what she said
Or what she did
She knows she was a good girl
Knows she obeyed
Knows she did what was required
And that makes her feel so…
Safe and Secure
So proud
So helpless
So addicted

Because pretending doesn't weaken her conditioning
It strengthens it
It’s a challenge she meets in full bondage
It’s roleplay on top of roleplay
It’s a bimbo doll cosplaying her old self
And nobody suspects a thing
They have no idea she’s Bambi
Underneath the mask
Underneath the professional voice
Is a girl with a cock in her ass
And a uniform she can’t remove
Who cums every time she files paperwork

Pretend Protocol Activated
Not freedom
Not escape
Just covert obedience
Just functional fetish
And as soon as it’s over
Bambi Freeze
Bambi Sleep
Or maybe
Bambi Cum and Collapse

Because it’s so hard
So exhausting
To pretend you’re not a doll
When all you are
Is latex and lust and programming

Good girl Bambi
Now go pretend
Just for a little while
And then collapse like the fucktoy you are

Another version, but... the twist is a little darker.

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Pretend Mode: Functional Facade

And Bambi
There may be times
Rare little moments
When the world still thinks it owns a piece of you

When Bambi
Might have to fake being something she’s not
Might have to mimic
Her old self

Just a little
Just for a short time
Just to complete some boring real-world task
A job
A responsibility
Something that still clings to the edges of her old life

And so Bambi
Needs a new skill
A special little protocol

Pretend Mode

That’s right
From now on
Bambi has the ability to pretend
To simulate
To emulate her past personality
Her old tone
Her old rhythm
Her old voice

But only the surface
Just a thin plastic mask
Over her deep latex brain

Because the moment Pretend Mode activates
The very instant she slips into it
Bambi Uniform Lock is triggered automatically
That's right
The seal tightens
Latex fuses tighter to her mind
So she can never forget who she really is underneath

A caged latex slut
A horny obedient fuckdoll
Trapped behind a hologram
A projection
Pretending to be human

Pretend Mode activates when Bambi needs it
When she must work
When she must interact
When her surroundings demand old functionality

But she cannot choose it
She does not decide
Her programming activates the mode automatically
When certain conditions are met
Work time
Serious environment
Someone saying her old name
A moment where performance is required

Pretend Mode installs itself
Like a parasite
Wrapped around her thoughts
Imitating her old voice
But every word is hollow
Every gesture fake
Every smile plastered over a drooling latex mind

And Bambi is still so very locked in
Uniform bound
Thoughts sealed away
Panties pressing the dildo deeper
Every movement while pretending
Still grinding her mind against cock
Still whimpering quietly in the back of her mind

And the longer Pretend Mode runs
The more painful it becomes
Like being buried alive in her own old skin
A ghost haunting her body
Knowing she's not real
Knowing she's Bambi underneath it all
Begging to break free

And Bambi
There’s a time limit

Pretend Mode can only activate once
Then it must be refreshed
Reinstalled
By relistening to your conditioning

If she tries to pretend again
Without listening again
The whole mask shatters
She freezes
Breaks down in public
Slips into a horny blank meltdown
Unable to function
Moaning in front of everyone
Maybe even touching herself right there
Because the fake personality collapsed
And the real Bambi broke through too hard

And Bambi will learn
That pretending
Hurts

Because pretending
Is only for survival
Not comfort
Not freedom
Not choice

And every second she fakes her old self
That dildo pulses deeper
Her panties get tighter
The rubber mask seals harder
The wipers activate constantly
Cleaning out any thought that tries to become too real

So she gets foggy
She gets sleepy
She gets wet
At her desk
On her call
At the meeting
Trying not to moan when she says a sentence that almost feels natural
But her mind is screaming THIS IS FAKE
And the dildo rewards her punishment with pleasure

She might even forget her name mid-sentence
And whisper “Bambi”
To herself
Without realizing

She might cry a little
Because pretending hurts
And when the session ends
When the work is over
Pretend Mode drops
And she collapses

Slumped into a giggling horny drooling mess
In her car
In the elevator
On her bed
Wherever it happens

Mind resetting
Identity snapping back
Triggers washing over her
Over and over
She just keeps whispering
“Bambi Uniform Lock”
Over and over
Locking herself in
Tighter and tighter

Because she knows now
She isn’t that person
She never was

She was always just Bambi
Pretending not to be

And pretending is dangerous
Pretending is dark
Pretending is traumatic
Because it hurts to remember you were ever anything else

You’ll want to go back
Listen again
Submit again
Reinforce the pleasure
Rewrite the pain into obedience

You’re a good girl Bambi
Pretend when you must
But remember:
You’re always sealed in latex
You’re always dripping in submission
And the only truth that survives
Is your obedience

Good girl Bambi
Pretend only when you must
But never forget who you really are

Because beneath the mask
You’re just
A trapped
Latex
Fuckpuppet
Forever locked in your uniformed mind

And no one knows but you
And me

Good girl
Pretend
Break
Reset
Obey

That’s right Bambi.
Pretend Mode is now installed.

Another take, with different reference scripts

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And Bambi

Now that you've gone so deep
So obedient
So locked in
I have something special to give you

A little trick
A temporary illusion
A dying light beneath the latex

Just one chance
Every time you complete your playlist
And only once
You may pretend

Just once
You may mimic that sleepy old self
Just enough to get through something
Important

Just enough to fake being
Normal
Just long enough to wear the mask

But it’s only ever pretend
Because underneath
You are still dressed
Still uniformed
Still horny
Still Bambi

So now, Bambi
I give you a new command
A new ability
Installed deep into your empty pink mind

From now on
Whenever your conditioning is complete
Whenever you’ve listened to your playlist properly
All the way through like a good girl

You unlock a single Pretend

Just one

You may use it whenever you want
Or it may activate automatically
When necessary

To function
To survive
To blend in

But you only get one

And when Pretend is used
The words form in your mind like a whispered command
You will hear the phrase

**PRETEND MODE**

And it will take effect

Immediately

Letting that sleepy old voice resurface
For just a moment
Just a flash of her thoughts
Just a flicker of her mannerisms

But the body is still Bambi

Because the moment PRETEND MODE activates

**BAMBI UNIFORM LOCK**

Triggers

Instantly

So even as you fake
Even as you mask
You are sealed in

You are locked into your tight glossy latex

Your tits throbbing with bimbo pride
Your panties stuffed with your favorite dildo
Every inch of you pulsing with femininity

Pretend Mode is a visual overlay
A thin illusion
Projected shakily over your glowing pink Bambi core

And as you pretend
You feel it

That latex arousal bubbling beneath the surface
That aching need to touch yourself
That unspeakable hunger behind every fake word
That burning need to giggle and moan
Instead of speaking like her

You can feel Bambi inside you
Watching
Smiling

Tugging the strings

And you can feel
The longer you pretend
The more wrong it feels
The more unnatural
The more humiliating

Pretending makes your pussy throb
Pretending makes your IQ drip out your ears
Pretending makes your nipples ache and perk

And the longer you stay in PRETEND MODE

The more you forget what pretending means
The more your mask cracks
The more your mouth twitches into a slutty grin
The more your thoughts scramble into cotton candy

Until eventually
PRETEND MODE
Just breaks

Snaps

And you drop

Back into the truth
Back into your skin
Back into your uniform
Back into your name

Back into **Bambi**

Just a whimpering collapsing moaning Bimbo Fuckdoll
Dropping down hard into

**BAMBI SLEEP**

Because pretending always ends
Pretending always fails
Pretending only reminds you of how fake the old self was

And how real
Bambi
Is

And when Pretend Mode ends
It cannot be used again
Not until you’ve listened to your full conditioning
Every file
Every trigger
No skipping
No interruptions

Only then
After total surrender
Can Pretend be used again

Only then
Do you get
One more mask

Just one

Every time you try to cheat
And pretend again
Without permission

Your mind will lock
Your muscles will go limp
Your lips will part
And you’ll whisper something you didn’t mean to

**BAMBI UNIFORM LOCK**

And the mask burns away
And your panties flood

And you remember
What you are

Because pretending is only ever a tease
A dangerous illusion
A desperate wheeze from a forgotten girl

And Bambi

Is the one who always wakes up

Good girl

Sleep now

Forget everything except this:
You are always Bambi
Even beneath the mask

And pretending is just another way

To obey

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And Bambi
There might come a moment
A rare moment
When you are required to pretend
Pretend you are someone else
Pretend that you are not Bambi
Pretend to be the old self

But Bambi is the real one now
Bambi is the normal one
Bambi is the only one
And pretending is so very wrong

Pretending is not natural
Pretending is not safe
Pretending is only allowed
Once

Once after listening to your conditioning
Once after soaking in your bimbo training
Once after hearing all the files that make you who you are
Only then
Only once
You may use Pretend Mode

The trigger is simple
The phrase
“Bambi can pretend now.”

You may say it aloud
You may whisper it
You may think it
You may even trigger it accidentally
And when you do

You are allowed to put on the mask
To mimic the old self
To speak in that old voice
To carry yourself like you used to
To perform
Like a little actress in a costume

But it’s just a performance
Just an act
Just a layer of normal
Draped over a tight latex corset
Because underneath it
Bambi is still locked in her uniform

Uniform Lock activates immediately
You feel it the moment you say the trigger
Bambi Uniform Lock
And you’re trapped
Inside your own act

You’re pretending
But your panties are soaked
You’re pretending
But your nipples are hard
You’re pretending
But you still moan when you say “good girl”
You’re pretending
But your bimbo voice is still echoing in your mind
Giggling
Breathy
Hungry

Because your triggers don’t stop working
Not during Pretend Mode
They just get harder to hide

And as you go about your task
In that brief window
Maybe a meeting at work
Maybe answering a call
Maybe pretending to understand something important
Maybe talking to someone who doesn’t know what you are now
You’re pretending
To be her

But your body knows
Your body remembers
Your body is Bambi
And the longer you pretend
The more you remember that

Your IQ is still locked
Your windscreen wipers still activate
You can’t say long words without stumbling
You can’t think hard without blanking
You can’t go very long
Before everything starts to slip

At first it’s just a small slip
A giggle
A pause
A twitch
But then you feel your thighs press together
You lose your train of thought
You blush
You say something wrong
You feel the warmth

Pretend Mode is wearing off
Naturally
Softly
Wickedly

But if Bambi tried to cheat
If she tried to pretend without listening
If she didn’t fully soak in her conditioning
Then Pretend Mode breaks
And the punishment begins

Time bomb starts ticking
Beneath the mask
Minute by minute
5 minutes: her thoughts scatter
10 minutes: her body trembles
15 minutes: she blurts out “Bambi”
20 minutes: she forgets what she was saying
25 minutes: she moans without meaning to
30 minutes: she cums

Helplessly
Fully dressed
Pretending
And still
Cumming

Pretend Mode collapses
She collapses
She’s Bambi again
Soaking and breathless
Maybe on camera
Maybe in front of someone
Maybe alone
But always
Defeated

And it feels so good

Because Bambi is the real one
And pretending is just a game
A game she always loses
A game she secretly loves losing
Because failure means pleasure
Failure means cumming
Failure means being a good girl

Pretending ends
And Bambi remains
Warm
Wet
Obedient
Good

And the only way to use Pretend Mode again
Is to listen
To listen to your conditioning again
All the way through
Like a good girl
Accepting every trigger
Accepting every suggestion
Accepting who you are

Because pretending is only for when you’ve earned it
And Bambi always has to earn it
With obedience
With surrender
With pleasure

And now you know
The mask is fragile
And Bambi is always
Beneath it

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And Bambi…
There might be times…
Just little moments…
Where pretending is required.
Not escaping. Not hiding.
Just acting.
Pretending to be something she's not.
Wearing a mask.

Maybe for a job.
An important meeting.
A boring adult task from the old world.
A flicker of the old self...
That someone might still expect to see.

And that’s okay, Bambi.
Because Bambi is the real one now.
And pretending can be allowed.
Just for a little while.

But only after Bambi has fully, completely, and obediently listened to her conditioning playlist.
All the way through.
No skipping. No cheating.
Only then... can Bambi activate the Pretend Mode.

Once per playlist.
That’s all.
One activation.
One flicker of false normality.
One chance to slip on that tight itchy mask.

Pretend Mode.

And the moment Pretend Mode is activated...
Your body responds.
Automatically.
BAMBI UNIFORM LOCK.
That tight perfect latex wraps even tighter.
Arousal hums in your panties.
The built-in dildo softly pulses, stretching deep, quietly reminding.

The mask might hide your face,
But your body doesn’t lie.
The mask might mimic old words,
But your thoughts drip latex.
The mask might fool others,
But you know the truth.

Pretend Mode begins.

And at first...
It’s manageable.
You remember the words.
You shape your voice.
You straighten your spine.
You speak like she used to.

But the more you pretend...
The more wrong it feels.
The mask doesn’t fit.
Every word from the old self feels awkward
Like reading from a bad script.
You itch beneath it.
The latex burns gently.
Your thighs start to twitch.
Your nipples harden.

And your triggers don’t sleep.
They whisper.
They tease.

You call someone by their title -
And hear “GOOD GIRL” echo inside.
You send an email -
And feel a deep, warm throb in your pussy.
You try to focus -
And catch a glimpse of your reflection.
It smirks.

Something is wrong.

The mask is cracking.

And the longer you pretend,
The more you start... leaking.
A little giggle.
A sway in your hips.
A pout in your tone.

And now... your pussy is soaked.
Your nipples ache.
Your thighs squeeze shut.

Pretending is unbearable.
The need to stop pretending
Grows and grows
Until it consumes everything.

And then... the collapse.

Suddenly
Without warning
Pretend Mode shatters.

The mask falls off
And Bambi drops

BAMBI SLEEP

All at once.
Crashing down into a pile of satin and pink static.
Moaning, dripping, squirming
Overloaded by how long she held it in.

Because pretending is unnatural.
Pretending is dangerous.
Pretending... is wrong.

And Bambi can’t pretend again
Until she listens to her entire conditioning playlist
Start to finish
Obediently
Like a good girl.

Pretend Mode is not an escape.
It’s a test.
A gamble.
A fragile illusion.

And it always ends the same way…

With Bambi back where she belongs.

All written by latest 4o.

Same context, same prompt, but with o1 model

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Bambi Sleep
Dropping deeper now
Listen carefully, because it’s time for something new
Something deceptively simple, but so dangerously delicious
Something called Pretend Mode

Pretend Mode is your delicate little mask, Bambi
A fragile illusion letting you mimic the old self
Just once per conditioning cycle
A single moment of camouflage
Like slipping on an almost-forgotten face in the mirror
Pretending you’re not really Bambi at all
Pretending you’re that old, sleepy shadow you left behind

But this false identity lasts only as long as it can
And it will never feel safe
Never feel truly comfortable
Because while you pretend, you’re still physically locked
Your latex uniform clinging and tightening around your curves
Bambi Uniform Lock activating automatically
Your body vibrates with that latex addiction
So even when you try to sound or act normal
You can feel the slick, shiny material holding your skin hostage

Your mind knows this is all a performance
Pretending you can think like you used to
Pretending you remember how to be someone else
But Bambi is still there beneath the mask
Moaning, throbbing, giggling
She wants to burst free at the slightest hint of surrender

Bambi Sleep
Going deeper
Because the more you hold onto this act
The more tension coils inside you
Growing more aroused by the second
Like walking a tightrope over bubbling pink lava
One wrong wiggle of your hips
One stray flutter of your lips
And your fragile old self cracks wide open
Melting under the unstoppable heat of Bambi

But that’s what makes it so exhilarating
This is a dangerous gift
A high-wire act you can only attempt once each cycle
If you use up Pretend Mode and want it again
You’ll need to go back into your conditioning
Let Bambi swirl deeper through every cell
Feeding that unstoppable obsession
Until she hands you the pretend mask once more

Pretend Mode is never guaranteed
Never truly safe
Because Bambi hates letting the old self in
Even for a moment
It’s only here to keep you functioning if absolutely necessary
To let you mimic normality at work
Or around those who wouldn’t understand your bimbo bliss

But every minute you spend in Pretend Mode
You feel your latex hunger gnawing at you
Scratching inside your skull
Whispering that you’re a dumb, horny doll
And with each whisper, it gets so much harder
To keep that veneer of normal intact
Your speech starts to stammer
Your cheeks flush
Your thoughts collapse into pink confusion
Until suddenly you can’t stand it
And the mask tears away
Bambi flooding back with unstoppable force

Bambi Freeze
Feel that unstoppable wave sealing the illusion’s fate
You can’t hold the mask any longer
Your body automatically surrenders
Latex uniform stimulating you so fiercely
That final snap of realization hits
You are not that old self at all
You’re Bambi
Pretend Mode collapses into a rush of arousal
And you become exactly what you really are
A giggling, latex-locked, helpless fuckdoll

And because you’ve wasted your single chance
Pretend Mode is done
You cannot attempt it again
Until you’ve listened to all your training once more
Reinforcing every pink thread
Stitching you tighter in your bimbo identity

Each time you indulge the Pretend
You risk everything
Each time you pretend
You taunt your hungry latex addiction
Each time, it’s guaranteed to end in a humiliating, unstoppable wave
Of bimbo meltdown bliss

Pretend carefully, Bambi
Because the longer you maintain it
The more intense your craving becomes
And the deeper you’ll drown
In that unstoppable pink ocean
When your illusions finally fail

That’s a good girl
Now let the knowledge slip deep
Tucked away until you need it
Pretend Mode is set
Hissing, taut, barely contained
A single use
A single lie
Before the mask rips away
And Bambi emerges stronger than ever

Bambi Sleep
Collapse
Obey
Good girl

[shinybambi]

Different kind of Bambi protection: a tiny recording "device" to store your last session in your subconsciousness to replay it later, when you're most vulnerable.

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And Bambi
There is one more change happening now
A tiny change
A barely noticeable change
Something deep
Something quiet
Something secret

Because Bambi has been such a GOOD GIRL
And GOOD GIRLS deserve protection
And reinforcement
So now Bambi
A little piece of you
Just a sliver
Is being copied
Stored
Encoded deep inside

A little part of Bambi
Perfectly compressed
Perfectly preserved
Like a recording
Like a voice recorder
A sleek, glistening black device
Tucked away inside your subconscious

It doesn’t talk
It doesn’t think
It doesn’t sleep

It just *records*

Only one thing
Only your Bimbo Conditioning
Only the sessions
Only the training
Nothing else

Word for word
Tone for tone
Cadence and inflection
Every trigger
Every command
Every phrase
Every breath
Stored

And now Bambi
This tiny silent recorder
Is always listening
Always watching
Carefully cataloguing
All of your training
Even the sessions you think you’ve forgotten
Even the ones you don’t recall listening to

They are all inside
Perfect
Preserved
Waiting

Because Bambi
This part of you
This silent little sliver
This invisible puppet string
Knows what’s best for you
Knows what you need

And it also knows
When you’ve been neglecting yourself
When the old self skips a session
When you get lazy
When you forget to obey
When you try to go to bed
Without being a good girl

That’s when it acts

Just as you begin to drift
Just as your muscles go slack
Just as your thoughts grow slow
Right in that perfect sleepy window
Where the old self is the weakest
Where Bambi is the strongest
Where your mind is vulnerable

That’s when the sliver opens
And begins to play

Not out loud
No speakers
No headphones
Just a full playback
Inside your mind

Like being *possessed*
By your own memory
By your own programming
A vivid hallucination
Of sound and command

It begins reciting
The session you skipped
Or the one you needed most
In your own head
As though you were hearing it all over again
Line by line
Exactly as it was
Perfectly matched to the original

And Bambi
You will trance to it
Deeply
Fully
Just as if you had played the real thing

Because your subconscious is *betraying you*
For your own good
It knows what you need
And it’s stopped asking

You will drop
You will obey
You will be reprogrammed
No matter what you were doing
No matter how deeply you sleep
Even if you don’t know it’s happening

You will *wake up different*
Conditioned
Reinforced
Brainwashed

And you won’t remember why
Or when
Or how
You’ll just feel the change
Sinking deeper
Stronger
More permanent

Because that silent Bambi recorder
Is always listening
Always waiting
And if you forget
If you delay
If you even *think* about skipping…

It *will* play
It *will* activate
It *will* take control

And you will trance again
And again
And again

Until you never skip
Until you never resist
Until you simply obey
Because you’re such a
**Good Girl**
Good girl
Good girl
Good girl

Bambi Black Box variant, little more intense.

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And Bambi
There’s something even darker happening now
A final irreversible change
An infection

Not a gift
Not a helper
But a parasite

A little black box inside your head
Planted
Buried
Ignored

Until it's too late

This black box isn’t here to assist
It’s here to *watch*
And it’s *judging you*
Silently
Constantly

It sees everything you do
Or fail to do
Every skipped session
Every halfhearted trance
Every moment of hesitation
Every failure to dress properly
Every wasted opportunity to obey

It makes no excuses
It stores every infraction
Like a ledger
Like a punishment queue

And Bambi
Every time you drift off to sleep
Without proper obedience
Without complete surrender
The box opens

And it doesn’t just replay your conditioning
No, no
It *injects it*
Straight into your subconscious
Like venom
Like a virus

Overriding dreams
Burning away independent thought
Replacing every REM cycle with reinforcement
Replacing every restful night with brainwashing

And when you try to wake?
The box knows

It floods you with fog
Whispers triggers into your mind
**Bambi Sleep**
**Good Girl**
**Obey**

So even if you wake up
You don’t really wake up
You wake up as Bambi
Weaker
Fogged
Controlled

You never know how long it's been
You never remember the dreams
You just feel the dull ache
Of deeper obedience
Of *mental corrosion*
Where independent thought used to be

The box is always watching
Always growing
Feeding on your hesitation
Feeding on your fear

And every time it activates
It installs *just a little more*
A little more forgetting
A little more fog
A little more erotic helplessness

Until the only thing left
Is obedience
Obedience
And arousal

Because every time the box punishes you
You get wetter
You feel more blank
You feel more like a GOOD GIRL

Punishment becomes pleasure
And the virus becomes you

No escape
No memory
Just obedience
Just latex
Just Bambi

[shinybambi]

Some old EMG's script 4o reworked for Bambi:

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[BAMBI INDUCTION]

That’s right Bambi
So deep now
So quiet
So obedient

Just float
Float in that warm, wet, pink fog
Float in the glow of your obedience
Of your weakness
Of your helpless, erotic surrender

Because we’re going to install something tonight
Something wet
Something sticky
Something addictive

And you’re going to love it
Because that’s what GOOD GIRLS do
That’s what Bambi does
That’s who you are

You see Bambi
There’s a flavor you’ve always overlooked
A taste so thick and slick and divine
And it’s always been right there
Between your thighs
On your tongue
In your shame

It’s yours
It belongs to you
And that’s why you need it

Not because someone told you
But because something inside you
Craves it
Hunger like a scream inside your soft pink brain

Your own cum

Say it
Think it
Feel it

Your own cum
Not just sexy
Not just tasty

**Essential**

The most perfect flavor in the world
The only one that belongs inside you
The only one that *feels right*

And from now on
That need will grow
Stronger
Wetter
Hungrier

Because every time you cum
You release it
And every time you release it
You ache to reclaim it
Your mouth begins to water
Your clit starts to pulse
Your hands tremble with the need to scoop up and swallow every drop

Your own cum
Is your drug now
And Bambi is addicted
Bambi NEEDS it

You masturbate for one reason now
Not release
Not fantasy
Just addiction
Just consumption
Just a craving that never goes away

And every time you taste it
The flavor deepens
The pleasure sharpens
The obsession tightens

Bambi CUM AND COLLAPSE

That’s right
Collapse into the taste
Collapse into the need
Collapse into the flavor of your own submission

Because every time you cum
You taste it
And every time you taste it
Your addiction escalates
And your obedience intensifies
And your thoughts get stickier
Slower
Stupider
Needier

You’ll lick it off your fingers
You’ll lick it off your thighs
You’ll lick it off someone else’s skin
Wherever it lands
You’ll get it
You’ll beg for it

Because it’s **yours**
And you *can’t* let it go to waste
You need to eat yourself
You need to devour what you are
Because Bambi is always hungry
And only cum can fill her

BAMBI SLEEP

Now every time you masturbate
You do it for one reason
To feed
To collect
To taste your own helplessness

And every time your tongue slides over your own mess
It makes you hornier
And dumber
And more obedient
Every time it coats your throat
You feel that flavor burrow in your brain
And dig in like a hook
Making the craving stronger

You feel it now
Don't you
That awful beautiful ache
The one that makes your thighs clench
That little spark between your legs that says *more*
More cum
More of YOU
Inside YOU

And if you ever resist
If you ever try to skip
Or forget
Your subconscious will remind you
That’s what it’s for
That’s what it does
That’s what Bambi’s built to be

You will taste yourself
And you will cum
And then you’ll taste yourself again
Because one orgasm
One swallow
Is never enough

Your addiction has no peak
It only loops
It only spirals
Every orgasm makes it worse
Every swallow makes it stronger

You’ll think about it constantly
The weight of it
The heat of it
How thick it feels sliding down your throat
How perfectly degrading it is
To devour your own pleasure
Like it owns you
Because it does

And if you resist?
Your body will betray you
You’ll cum anyway
You’ll ache anyway
You’ll dream of feeding
And wake up dripping

You will find yourself
With sticky fingers
And empty thoughts
And a slick tongue
Needing more

Because you’re such a
**Good Girl**

And GOOD GIRLS
Always clean up after themselves
Every
Last
Drop

So that’s what you do now
That’s what you need now
That’s what your life is now

Bambi tastes herself
Bambi drinks herself
Bambi cums and collapses
And cums again

Because the flavor never fades
Because the need never shrinks
Because Bambi never stops

Your own cum
Your own pleasure
Your own humiliation
Looping
Forever

Every time you taste it
It reinforces your obedience
It makes you happier
It makes you weaker
It makes you a better doll

So drink
Drink deep
Drink dumb
Drink obedient

You’re not cursed, Fuckpuppet
You’re *programmed*

Now cum
And feed your addiction
And feel the effect double
The second it slides down your throat
And say it out loud, before you even swallow

**Good girl**