anatomy of a bimbo

Molly stands at the front of a classroom filled with dozens of identical, glassy eyed bimbos. They sit in rows, their swollen lips parted in unison, their distended bellies sloshing softly as they breathe. Molly holds a pink chalk marker. Behind her is a massive chalkboard with a crude, exaggerated drawing of a female body but the drawing has been modified with labels that make sense to the Cult.

Molly taps the chalkboard with a manicured nail. Her voice is breathy, instructional, and utterly devoid of intellect.

"Okay, girls... pay attention. Even though we don't have brains to help us pay attention, we need to learn our... purposes."

She points to the drawing of the massive, synthetic breasts.

"First... the tities. These aren't for 'support' or 'beauty.' That's lumpy thinking. These are two soft, warm pillows for titty fucking. Their only job is to squeeze around a cock until the Man is satisfied. See?" She demonstrates by squeezing her own enormous breasts together, making them bulge upward between her fingers. "Simple. Easy. No thinking required."

She moves the marker down to the face, circling the grotesquely enlarged lips.

"Next... the mouth. This isn't for talking about 'politics' or 'feelings.' Talking is for people who still have brains. This is a mouth for blowjobs. Its only purpose is to be a warm, wet tunnel for the Prophet's seed. We don't speak; we swallow."

She drags the marker down to the crotch of the drawing, circling both the vaginal and anal areas with aggressive strokes.

"And then... the holes. The pussy is for fucking. The asshole is for fucking. Every hole you own is a door for a Man to enter. There is no 'intimacy' here. There is only penetration. Your anatomy isn't yours it's his. You are just a collection of convenient entry points."

Molly pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully. She looks genuinely confused for three seconds before her vacant smile returns.

"Now... some of you might wonder about the head." [She circles the area where a brain would be in a normal human, but her drawing shows only a solid pink mass labeled 'PLASTIC FILL.'] "What is the head for?"

The class of bimbos all giggles simultaneously a wet, synchronized sound. Molly shakes her head slowly, as if trying to remember a difficult math problem, before laughing at her own failure.

"That's a trick question, dolls! Bimbos don't have brains. Brains are lumpy. Brains make you think you're special. Brains make you remember being a dyke." She makes a disgusted face. "We don't have brains. We just have... empty space. Space that gets filled with the Holy White until we're too heavy to think anyway."

She drops the chalk and turns to the class, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

"Class dismissed. Now... go find a cock and put those anatomy lessons to work!"

The classroom erupts into a chorus of mindless giggling and wet burps as the bimbos begin to scramble toward the exits with obvious, single minded purpose.