A new plot acronym: LTB

[Charmolypi]

That would be “Lobotomize The Bitch/Bastard” fully spelled out.

The plots swept into this category include any story that requires a character to speak and behave so stupidly, they’d have to be lobotomized for it to be plausible. An example scene. Made up, to protect the innocent.

Twenty stories up, Mandy teetered around the outdoor penthouse patio in five inch metal heeled stilettos. Her blonde head bobbed oblivious to the clouds blackening behind her.

“You won’t last long out there,” called Bruce.

“Why’s that?” she giggled while trying to fling her body pole dancer-style around a metal cabana pole.

“Because there’s a thunderstorm coming.”

“Whaaaa-?” Mandy attempted to reply but a hiccup stopped her feeble train of thought.

“I said a thunderstorm is going to-“.

“Are these your golf clubs?” Mandy asked suddenly curious while pointing one to the churning sky.

“Ah — this is pointless. You know what? Yes, I want to show you my golf clubs and my favorite one is right here,” Bruce coaxed her patting the crotch of his trousers. “And if you stop talking, I can show you how we make a hole in one.”

Other signs of an LTB story include characters that charge into ominous alleys, dark rooms or forcefully ignore their own inner dialogue warning them to go any direction except the one they are hell-bent on going. Yes, Non-Con is a regular culprit relying on the LTB plot.

LTB stories often have very physically imbalanced characters who are prone to tripping and landing onto dicks in the wild. While typically physically perfect themselves, LTB characters pften have two bodily flaws: very poor eye sight and dullness to foul body odors in others. They can be witnessed performing sex acts with the most physically unappealing and troll-like characters. For some reason LTB characters are more likely to be named Crystal, Brandi, Candy and of course Mandy. Lastly LTB characters are necessarily young to sidestep the pesky accumulation of life experience that would cure 99% of their bumbling.

Do you have any stories to submit for the LTB category? Please feel free! Or even better, we could try adding intellect to the story! You never know? It might work. It’s free. Let’s give it a chance.

 

[Hypoxia]

Do you have any stories to submit for the LTB category?

My narrator in One Blade of Grass ain't exactly the brightest LED in the loop.

 

[lovecraft68]

Just what we need a new way to spew hate in the Loving wives section. And that's nice that you through the token word 'bastard" in there, but we all know 99.9% of this will be aimed at women because 99.9% of LW readers are women haters and the authors have to deliver that to pander to the pond scum readership.

 

[My I]

Twenty stories up, Mandy teetered around the outdoor penthouse patio in five inch metal heeled stilettos. Her blonde head bobbed oblivious to the clouds blackening behind her.

“You won’t last long out there,” called Bruce.

“Why’s that?” she giggled while trying to fling her body pole dancer-style around a metal cabana pole.

“Because there’s a thunderstorm coming.”

“Whaaaa-?” Mandy attempted to reply but a hiccup stopped her feeble train of thought.

“I said a thunderstorm is going to-“.

“Are these your golf clubs?” Mandy asked suddenly curious while pointing one to the churning sky.

“Ah — this is pointless. You know what? Yes, I want to show you my golf clubs and my favorite one is right here,” Bruce coaxed her patting the crotch of his trousers. “And if you stop talking, I can show you how we make a hole in one.”

Sounds like Elloelle/Debbie. But she didn't need to be lobotomized. Come to think of it, I know a few people like that. Might even be one here.

 

[Charmolypi]

Just what we need a new way to spew hate in the Loving wives section. And that's nice that you through the token word 'bastard" in there, but we all know 99.9% of this will be aimed at women because 99.9% of LW readers are women haters and the authors have to deliver that to pander to the pond scum readership.

Very observant! LTB characters are almost exclusively female. A woman can’t have both intelligence and a sex drive. That’s just greedy!

And yes, yes, an undercurrent of misogyny is almost essential to write LTB stories. Without it, you’ll catch yourself doing curious behaviors while writing it: smacking your forehead, even laying your head down on the keyboard while muttering “I can’t...it’s too stupid...”, rolling your eyes to a medically dangerous degree. You must go full woman-hater for this category.

 

[Bramblethorn]

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IdiotBall

 

[Charmolypi]

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IdiotBall

Oh my gosh, that’s exactly it. Only men can’t hold the ball in erotica for some reason.

 

[jaF0]

There's one on the other site (kind of been hoping the author would transfer it her) about 'Sara' and a number of similar scenes of Bimboification. Certain words set her off and she has no will to fight it. Parts of it are pretty good, but other parts are too abusive for me.

I saw another one there (maybe here) about a Stepford type community where the wives are altered to extremes. In one case teeth removed and the mouth/lips formed to a permanent 'O' shape. I kept wondering how she ate or kept from drooling all the time.

Don't see that acronym in either though.

 

[Charmolypi]

With a name like Bimboification, where else could the plot go?

I should add that the LTB plot is extremely flexible. Did you start your leading lady off too brainy? She is top secret agent who has made her name as a renowned cryptologist and speaks a dozen languages? How do you dumb your character down so she can finally do the sex? Just lobotomize her!

Marcia’s eyes scanned the lines of code while Brad lustily focused on the plumpness in her lips, the sexy furrow in her brow, and the lines code reflecting off lenses of her glasses. “There. Right there,” she summoned Brad. “Do you see that?”

Brad jerked his eyes off her body and looked back at the screen. “How did you find this? Our suspect is siphoning money and directing it weapon smugglers right under the Agency’s nose.” He rubbed his forehead. “Marcia, you’re a genius.”

“It was a matter of recognizing the transaction pattern and knowing that ISIS operatives prefer to — LTB switch — Do you really think so?,” Marcia giggled and deferentially lowered her gaze to receive his compliment and offer the thanks due for it. “But that’s not where I do my best work.” She flung her glasses off and released a cascade of hair from her ponytail.

“Oh yeah?” smiled Brad as he took a step toward her to place his belt buckle square with her nose. “Why don’t you rest that tired little brain and put that needy little mouth to work instead?”

“Yes of course!” Marcia giggled again. “Should we, um, alert, um anyone about the critical ISIS, um, thingy I just discovered?”

“Shhh,” dismissed Brad. “My commanding member requires your attention first.”

And now smarty pants Marcia can perform the sex needed from her character and Brad won’t be burdened with discovering the information needed to stymie the terrorist organization. LTB solves so many tricky plot problems - and readers won’t question it. They don’t believe female brains and sex drive can coincide!

 

[Bramblethorn]

And now smarty pants Marcia can perform the sex needed from her character and Brad won’t be burdened with discovering the information needed to stymie the terrorist organization. LTB solves so many tricky plot problems - and readers won’t question it. They don’t believe female brains and sex drive can coincide!

There was a lovely XXXenophile story that inverted this trope: the heroine develops an ability to do super-hard mathematics, but only while she's aroused.

 

[Charmolypi]

There was a lovely XXXenophile story that inverted this trope: the heroine develops an ability to do super-hard mathematics, but only while she's aroused.

Brain The Bitch! I’m legitimately excited by that.

 

[jomar]

One winter morning at breakfast a couple was listening to the radio. They heard the announcer say, "We are going to have 8-10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the snowplow can get through."
The wife went out and moved her car.

A week later while they are eating breakfast, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10-12 inches of snow today, you will need to move your car to the odd-numbered side of the street so the snowplow can get through." So the wife went out and moved her car again.

The next week, while they were eating breakfast, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 12-14 inches of snow today and you must park..." Then the power went off! The wife was very upset. With a worried look on her face she said, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the street am I supposed to park on?"

With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are married to blondes exhibit, her husband said, "Why don't you just leave it in the garage this time.

And then they fucked.

 

[JasonClearwater]

LOL. Oh yes.

Depressingly, my most favourited story on here. An old nude day story entry. Jesse finds himself naked and gets invited into the cab of a truck. A TRUCK. No alarm bells going off.

He stared down at me, trapped in that small space, and I realised I had my naked arse parked on his bedspread.

"Uh... I should."

I gestured helplessly and he seemed to get the idea. "I know, there's not much room. Here, I'll have a seat so you're not ah...."

I nodded quickly and got to my feet, and he put his hands on my shoulders and manoeuvred around me until we'd swapped places.

As we slid past each other, I realised something confusing was happening under my hands.

As Troy sat on the bed, his hands slid down my arms to my wrists, pulling my hands away from my crotch.

"Are you sure you're warm enough?" His green eyes held mine as his big hands held my wrists.

"Yes." It came out as a squeak. I cleared my throat. "Yes, thanks."


Narrator: It was later discovered that Jesse had had part of his brain removed in a skiing accident during his teens.

 

[Charmolypi]

LOL. Oh yes.

Depressingly, my most favourited story on here. An old nude day story entry. Jesse finds himself naked and gets invited into the cab of a truck. A TRUCK. No alarm bells going off.

He stared down at me, trapped in that small space, and I realised I had my naked arse parked on his bedspread.

"Uh... I should."

I gestured helplessly and he seemed to get the idea. "I know, there's not much room. Here, I'll have a seat so you're not ah...."

I nodded quickly and got to my feet, and he put his hands on my shoulders and manoeuvred around me until we'd swapped places.

As we slid past each other, I realised something confusing was happening under my hands.

As Troy sat on the bed, his hands slid down my arms to my wrists, pulling my hands away from my crotch.

"Are you sure you're warm enough?" His green eyes held mine as his big hands held my wrists.

"Yes." It came out as a squeak. I cleared my throat. "Yes, thanks."


Narrator: It was later discovered that Jesse had had part of his brain removed in a skiing accident during his teens.

I wonder how far you could take it. How dumb could you write your character before readers started to comment and dock you for it? Or does a significant part of the popular just insist that sex and intelligence never intersect?

 

[Bramblethorn]

Brain The Bitch! I’m legitimately excited by that.

I can't remember which XXXenophile book it was in, but the solution is to buy all of them. It's all great.

 

[JasonClearwater]

I wonder how far you could take it. How dumb could you write your character before readers started to comment and dock you for it? Or does a significant part of the popular just insist that sex and intelligence never intersect?

My readers now don't like characters that are that vacuous. Maybe they don't mind over in non-con, but the small following I've got seem to prefer real characters. Which is great, since I prefer writing real characters. And it keeps me honest.

 

[Charmolypi]

My readers now don't like characters that are that vacuous. Maybe they don't mind over in non-con, but the small following I've got seem to prefer real characters. Which is great, since I prefer writing real characters. And it keeps me honest.

You give me hope for the future.