Iffy

I can assure you that fate has a change or four in store for you!

1. Squeezed - Middle

Ok, so I was a little drunk when I came up with this one. You know when you squeeze a tube of toothpaste and it moves to one side or either side? Well, pretend you’re that tube. What this does is squeeze you in the middle. Your waist will get smaller--very small, in fact--but unlike the other waist reduction changes, the mass there gets pushed up and down to your tits, hips, and butt. You’re going to be rather curvy!

2. Daddy Issues

This is an interesting one too. From now on, you call every man “Daddy” regardless of your relationship with them. You’ll be unable to use their real names. Every one of them is “Daddy.”

3. Hippy

Looks like those hips just got even wider. This also causes you to sway them quite enticingly as you walk. You won’t be able to control that, so don’t even try.

4. Fit to Form

Ah, it looks like you’ll have no choice but to show off that new figure of yours since this requires you to only wear tight, form-fitting clothing from now on!

How did fate treat you?

“Hey there, sweetie. Ooh, what’s the matter? Aren’t you happy with that pretty new crinkly underwear I put you in last night, while you were stoned out of your mind?

“Oh, I know. I know it all. You thought you wouldn’t get caught; you thought I was too dense to know that you were taking pretty wild ‘trips’ whenever I was away, that I wouldn’t notice the lingering aftereffects of such hard drugs… Such a silly, stupid girl! No, don’t try taking that diaper off, Shana; you’re definitely going to want to keep it on, I promise…

“Why, you ask? Well, it’s simple. Do you want your boss to find out how you lied about your drug test? You want me to send the proof I have to management, to your coworkers? Want to lose your job and get police involved? No? Aww, I didn’t think so! Then it’s simple, really; you want me to keep quiet, and I want a submissive little diapered fucktoy I can play with anytime I want. Surely we can work out an agreement, don’t you think?

“No, I’m not crazy, babe. Far from it. I’m actually quite logical about all this… See, you may think that you’re going to find ways around my orders to stay in diapers 24/7 from now on; you may think it’s as easy as waiting until I’m gone and ripping it off. But believe me, I’ve got ways of keeping them on you, Shana: locking pants, bondage mittens, cuffs… And trust me, if I ever find you trying to take them off, you’re going to wish you’d never even tried…

“So let me tell you what’s going to happen. First off, you’re going to wet that diaper for me sooner or later, whether you like it or not. And when you do, you’re going to discover that I’ve given you a very special toy. That vibrator I’ve tucked deep inside your pussy is going to kick in every time you wet, just to give you some positive incentive in the form of uncontrollable orgasms. Thanks to that and the lovely feeding regimen I’m drawing up for you, I’m sure you’re going to progress into a diaper-dependent little slut very nicely!

“First to go will be your unconscious daytime control; you’ll start peeing your pants without noticing, as your little brain craves more and more of the tingling waves of pleasure that are going to sweep over you whenever you release into your cute little diapers. Next to disappear will be your nighttime continence; thanks to the relaxants and diuretics flooding your system, you’ll wake up not even remembering when and how you soaked your diaper through. And after that…why, who knows? With luck, we’ll start regressing your brain too, teaching you babyish habits like thumb-sucking, pacifier addiction, and maybe even baby talk…

“Why, you keep asking? Oh, babe, you’re never going to understand - but that’s precisely the point. You don’t need to! All you need to do is obey and do as you’re told. That’s the quickest and most painless way, sweetie - the surest way to becoming my horny little diaper girl, helplessly wetting and messing herself, cooing and burping and gurgling, crawling brainlessly around, sucking happily and greedily on everything I give you…

“And all because you decided to dabble in those nasty, awful, illegal drugs, babe. I guess it’s true what they say, isn’t it? Crime never, ever pays!”

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Cute, cute, cute! This is simply the epitome of cute!

Luckily for you, Miss Jules has a penchant for cute things. ...And an even bigger penchant for keeping said cute things.

The blanket must be soft, no? It definitely looks like it. You should see just how cute you look rubbing your cheeks into the material. Is it cotton, baby? Or is it washed wool? Dyed a sweet, pastel blue, it looks gorgeous next to your skin.

You don’t notice your nose twitching. The blanket smells so comforting: like home. Flowers and warmth and food and sleep and the change of the seasons. It gets stronger with every rub. It just feels so /good/. Your entire body is wiggling happily as you sink to the ground, unable to help it. Your hips are simply wiggling too emergetically to support you on two legs.

Good thing you have four limbs, hm? You bunch up the blanket against your chest - hugging it, almost. Your body hair thins out but there’s more of it all of a sudden. Soft and puffy. Silky smooth and just right. Your ass, hips, thighs swell as you shrink, forming the perfect little bunny rump.

Bunny? Why are you so surprised? You didn’t notice the way your ears have flopped over? The way your eyes are darker and your two front teeth have grown out? That smell must simply be too good to tear away from.

No, no. Don’t try to speak. You’re just a bunny now - a pretty, chocolate lop with the perfect twitchy nose and the heightened sex drive. What? Don’t tell me you can’t tell that you’re humping that blanket so hard it’s almost as if you’re trying to breed it?

You flick your nipple. It hardens in seconds, but the puffy roundness of the areola still surprises you. Both chests had been perfect pecks just a few days prior, and your workout schedule hasnt been lacking, but now, for some reason, your pecks are rounded, sporting extra weight.

Further exploring the new developments, you ever so lightly squeeze the mosquito bump of substance. The skin is soft, and pliable, warm against your fingers. You shrug, and through on your normal tight t-shirt, hoping no one would notice.

In class, the uncomfortable sensation on your chest only worsens. As you leave your last class of the day, someone bumps into you, you are tall after all, not to mention a bulky guy, built with muscle. As their elbow accidentally jabs into your chest, you let out a small cry of pain. Pink flushes your cheeks, and you rush to the mens bathroom.

Luckily, the bathroom is empty, but revealed to you in the mirror are your pecks, no longer toned, and no longer just little soft mounds. They’ve developed through the day, sporting hard nipples, poking dangerously outwards, as distinct roundness has pressed them out further, stretching the already tight t-shirt. You cross your arms, wanting to hurry to your apartment, but the action squeezes the new juicy mounds on your chest together. It was without fail, but the skin, so delicate and palpable, aches and flashes with heat. You can feel skin expand and press against your crossed arms, further stretching your shirt so tightly that your nipples chafe and the shirt is pushed outwards, now struggling to keep your waistband covered. The sudden growth is intoxicating as a moan slips through your lips. Suddenly from the stall, you hear a “Are you ok dude?” You rush out, arms still crossed, withholding bouncing tissue.

Finally, you’ve arrived to your apartment. Your girlfriend sits on the couch, waiting for you. As you clutch your chest, she looks at you with a quizzical glance. “Whats up hun?” She asks. You dont answer, and practically sprint to the bathroom.

By now, the growing skin cannot be hid by just crossing your arms. The supple skin aches, and pulses against your chest, extra material splashing over your arms. Your shirt has lifted up, barely able to cover any of your mid-drift, tight poking nipples close to spearing holes through the material. You release your retain on the new developments and gasp as they bounce aggressive on your chest. A sudden spurt of growth racks through you, and you moan as something continues to fill your aching chest. Hot, squishing, liquid rushes into your individual pecks so suddenly you release a loud gasp. You stumble backwards, falling into the bathtub. This only causes the tight t-shirt to finally burst free, revealing two massively perky tits, nipples bubbly and bouncy. Such intense flexibility that even your girlfriend would be envious of. You place one hand on the tight, hot flesh, grasping around the bottom half of your right new breast. You slightly squeeze.

Immediately, you cannot contain yourself, and you grunt loudly, as a jet of white fluid springs from your incredibly erect nipple. You notice that your nipples werent the only thing erect, and saw a massive bulge in your sweats. A sudden knock comes from the other side of the door.

“You ok babe?” Your sweet girlfriend asks in a worried voice. Again you cant manage to say anything, as without realizing it, you had found your left hand stroking your dick, while the right massages your new breasts. The knocking continues.

Pressure rises, heat makes your cock throb, and you work your hand faster. Tightness makes your new double d tits ache and drip. A heavy sensation fills your belly, and with a few seconds, your washboard abs have sported a small bulge, like you ate a heavy meal. The knocking continues.

Faster now, you are begging to release, but nothing comes. Your tits bounce violently, spewing the bathroom walls, and the bulge of your belly begins to spread. First the rest of your abs puff forward, like you were purposely puffing your belly outwards with your breath, but soon the rigidity of muscles began to fade. The knocking turns to your girlfriend trying to open the locked door as you continue to whine and grunt.

Your tits continue to shake and jiggle, still dripping with milk, your dick pulsates and aches with pressure, your belly curves outwards and upwards, smoother and smoother until its no longer like you had eaten one to many meals. A perfect roundness pokes outward on your mid section, sensation of stretching and growth making you incredibly uncomfortable. You beg out loud, please, please! Only wanting pleasurable relief, but you continue to grow. You girlfriend is trying to break the lock on the other side of the door.

Within the next few moments, your titd have continued to swell like dripping water balloons, but are the size of watermelons, heavy and aching. You wish they would just fall with gravity, but somehow, they stay perfectly balanced and tight on your chest, still bobbing up and down with great force. Meanwhile your dick is teasing you, no matter how hard you work at it, it refuses to let go, and seemingly grows in your hand. Your belly is getting difficult for you to deal with as it makes you have to bend to get to reach to your dick, and becomes a shelf for you chest as you switch hands from cock to tits. Suddenly a pop come from the door and you girlfriend slams her way into the bathroom to see you, grunting and groaning, naked with sweatpants around your ankles in the bathtub.

Instead of stopping, you beg her to help. With shocking expression, she rushes over to your side, asking what she could do to help. You grab her hand and place it on your new tits, bigger than hers, and pull her into the bathtub with you. Panting, you beg her to slip her clothes off so you can fuck her. She gulps and nods, desperate to help. She sits on top of you, sliding downward on your newly massive cock, to which she gasps and releases loud moan.

She throws her body up and down, using your belly as a place to push off with. With her tight pussy suffocating your massive dick, you let out low grunts of pleasure, twisting your nipples with your fingers. Your view of her begins to get harder to see as your belly rises, further and further, naval stuck outwards like a golf ball, weight pinning you down. Something kicks you on your insides, and you realize that the milk wasnt nothing.

Your girlfriend continues to fuck you, more and more entranced in the rhythmic  slapping. She too can feel the movement inside you. Many little kicks, many more pulses, all resonating within your body.

“Holy fuck,” she moans, “you look ~hhnn~ like you’re about to have quintuplets!”

You can only release a massive moan as you explode inside her, filling her with your seed. Her belly begins to fill with incredible speed, soon matching some one in their final trimester. Her head rolls back, and she too orgasms, her body tightening on you.

Suddenly a rush of fluids fill the bathtub, flowing from your ass. The pleasure rapidly switches to pain, and a slice of hell clutches your lower abdomen. You were fucking pregnant. You look at your girlfriend, who was previously so slender, now heavy, still rocking on your hard dick, massive belly slapping against yours.

“Babe my water just - AHH!” You scream. She ignores you, and you notice her breasts to beginning to expand, her belly that was soft and filled with cum, hardening into a womb filled with growing babies. Another contraction slams into you, and your girlfriend finally lifts herself off of you. She stares at you with worry, groping at her own belly, trying to support her new massive intake of weight.

You feel something push against your canal with intense pressure.

“Babe Im gonna need some help!” You whine, but your girlfriend grimaces as suddenly a gush of liquid rushes from her vagina.

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A classic tf story: There’s a new restaurant in the food court, you’ve never head of it before! A woman with a kind smile offers you a free sample of their vanilla milkshake, and you’re lucky enough to get the last one. As you drink down the little cup she informs you how special it is that it’s all local milk. You wonder how local it could really be in such a sprawling metropolis, but it tastes good anyway. You thank her and have some shopping to get back to though.

Before you even reach the escalator to leave the food court though you pause, feeling a strange fluttering in your stomach- no, kind of, on your stomach? You wonder if maybe the milkshake isn’t sitting well and go to sit down on a bench, idly rubbing where your lower abdomen feels so strange. As you do it almost seems like you’re a bit bloated, belly sticking out more than usual. You close your eyes as you sit there, hand resting on your stomach, and exhale as you wait for the feeling to settle.

It never does, though. In fact you realize that it’s intensifying, and something in your pants is definitely getting bigger. Very quickly, in fact. 

You can’t do much other than stare for a long minute and stifle a moan as this feeling keeps growing, putting pressure on this bulge as it struggles to fit in your clothes. You realize you need to get to a bathroom or something and see whats going on, because something pink is starting to show between your shirt and pants. But the worst happens as soon as you stand up. There’s a growth spurt that forces the buttons off your jeans and you fall to your knees from the feeling of relief as you watch four soft, pink udders spring free from your clothes.

They’re still swelling, too, teats growing and stiffening until they brush the floor. You can feel everyone in the food court staring at you now, not just because of the sight but because you’re groaning from the pressure building in your udders. They’re not really getting bigger anymore, just fuller, but with no relief. The thought pops into your head of what you have to do. You’re so desperate you forget where you are and reach a hand down to tug on one of the teats. 

“Lasses love luscious lips to lure large dicks  But careful with enhancements, for some may be tricks  Careful with mysterious sellers at the store  For you may get what you want, and more  Take a closer look at the side effects from the lipsticks”

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Took a bit of digging - I’d never heard of this story and was afraid it had possibly been lost with Yahoo Groups shutdown.

Luckily someone posted it on The Changing Mirror back in 2012. May be soft-locked for most people behind an account login, so I’ll mirror it on my own site too.

Hi hello, I’m back with another story already! I’m amazed at how well-received my first story was, so I’m bringing Angie back with an encounter that happened roughly a year after this.

I’ll introduce myself again: tall and dark skinned, curly hair, average build. Tomboy, yadda, yadda. The star of the show is Angie, so I’ll provide a lot more detail about her. Tiny little Hispanic, 5’0”, brown wavy/curly hair that reaches her shoulders, brown eyes, glasses, and a bit of a belly that’s barely noticeable. I remember this day so vividly, it’s insane. She was wearing bright red pajama pants with snowmen on them and a black shirt.

Now, with this story, I’m sure the gamers will enjoy a tad. She had just gotten the Nintendo Switch, and after a week of figuring out when we’re both free we decide that I’m gonna spend the weekend over her house and try out the Switch as well (I’m a sucker for party games and racing games, haha). She just got Splatoon 2 and, being a big, big fan of the first game wants to play the fuck out of it with her friends.

I get to her house about noon, taking my place next to her in the living room on the couch. A bit of info on her house: they all live only on one floor and enter in the back door, since their cars are parked in the driveway near it. When you walk in the door, to the right is the parents room, the left is the kitchen, and the next room after that is the living room, separated into two halves. In the first half there is a small hallway with three doors: Angie’s room, the bathroom, and her brother’s room.

We’re in the first half while her father is in the second half, playing on his own Switch. We play a bit of 1-2-Switch and Breath of the Wild, and Mario Kart 8 before she immerses herself in Splatoon, after a couple of hours. I relax in my spot, playing on my phone while she’s busy.

I glance up at one point and I just catch her eyes flicking from my general direction. She’s sitting to my left, and where I’m sitting I’m about 15 feet from the bathroom, sitting almost directly in front of it. I shrug it off and return to my phone.

“Mind getting me a soda?” she asks me. “I’m a bit busy right now; my friends won’t let me leave the matches because Blob’s team keeps winning.”

Yes, one of her friends went by Blob. I don’t know why, I don’t ask why. Anyway, I grab a few cans, getting one for myself as well. I plop the rest down in front of her, noticing a couple empty cans already…actually, it’s a lot. “How long have you been playing this game?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Before you got here, I was up since 7 just exploring. I didn’t wanna sleep, so I had the soda.”

No wonder a 12 pack was already gone despite her parents just getting it. Nonetheless after one battle she opens a can and chugs it within moments, shifting her weight a bit.

Wait, shifting her weight? Sure enough, I glance up again and she seems a bit tenser now, talking to her friends. “Do you guys mind if I leave for a bit?” she says to her friends.

I hear all of them groan, with one whining, “But they’re still winning and you’re our best line of defense! Can’t you stay for a bit longer?”

Of course, she does. Somehow, this Blob guy has a damn good team, because an hour passes without Angie’s team winning at all. By this point, she’s sitting on her heel and rocking a bit, all but two cans of soda left in front of her.

She tries again, “Guys, I really need to leave…”

“Why? What’s so urgent? I thought you were free this weekend!” one friend complains. “And you promised earlier you’d be here until we win!”

She gives in, “Oh, fine. I…I just might be a bit quiet, okay?”

I perked up hearing that, curious as to why. In between matches, Angie’s hands seem to need to be occupied, going from running over her clothes to fiddling with the controls on the controller.

Now, here where it gets good.

I had a bit to drink all day, so I excuse myself to the bathroom. I hear her whimper as she nods, half-distracted by the game. I get to the bathroom and quickly use it, returning two minutes later to see the match ending, Blob’s team winning again.

As I round the corner of the couch I see Angie rip her hands away from her lap, curling up into herself as a hand rests protectively on her lower stomach. “You okay?”

She nods, almost too quickly. “I’m good. Just a bit tired.” She says this while rocking a bit back and forth and looking guilty.

Nonetheless, I don’t pry. I take my seat again and go back to my cellphone. Her friends start up another battle, and she’s focused yet clearly distracted; halfway into the battle she climbs to her feet, shifting from foot to foot.

I’ll describe the game to those that have no idea what the hell it is: long story short, it’s a world where you’re a humanoid version of a squid, and your enemies are octopuses. You’re given a ride range of weapons, and you’re able to train using them. In battle mode, you’re able to fight against a team, random or otherwise, to see who can cover the most ground (ex: red vs. blue). Also, how they get around quickly is by basically swimming in the trail of ink they leave, which leaves a familiar…sound when they do.

Anyway, she’s on her feet now, fidgeting and whatnot. “Guys, after this match I’m gonna go for two minutes,” she tells them.

Again, they all groan. “But Blob’s gonna win again!” “Come on, Angie! We need you for another round!” “Don’t leave! The match is gonna start up again!”

I can’t even describe the look on her face as she debated skipping this one battle, but eventually she grins and bears it. Each time her character has to move she groans, rubbing her legs together.

Finally, the battle ends. The moment the time runs out she mutes her phone, groaning as loudly as she can with her father being twenty feet away (the TV we were on blocked him from our view and vice versa, but he could still hear everything). Immediately she slips a hand between her legs, squirming and whispering, “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!”

I roll my eyes. “Ya know, you could just go to the bathroom. What’s the harm of one battle being missed?”

Apparently, I said something offensive because she looks at me like I told her that her mom just jumped off a cliff. “It’s unfair to them, plus I really wanna beat Blob,” she says. “We’re so close to beating him, I’ll be able to go soon. Besides, it’s not that bad yet.”

I nearly choke on my own spit. “Angie, you’re standing in front of me squirming and holding yourself while the screen loads. Are you sure it’s not that bad?”

She nods. Well, I think, might as well have a bit of fun out of this. “I think it is. Matter of fact, I’ll finish off your soda for you.”

Instantly she stops squirming and moves her hand away, grabbing the soda and inhaling its contents. “Like I said, I’m fine,” she confirms with a smirk, finally sitting down again.

I back off again and pretend to be on my phone, actually watching her over the screen. She struggles again during this battle, barely talking and crossing her legs a lot. There’s times she slips in between English and Spanish or no words at all, and it’s honestly hot.

Of course, in this battle they didn’t beat Blob’s team again. She throws down the controllers in frustration, glancing at the bathroom. She shakes her head and looks at me pleadingly.

I laugh. “What, are you gonna ask for my help again?”

She blushes and nods no. “No! I was just gonna…ask you to get me another soda? Yeah, that’s it. I’m thirsty.”

I know damn well she’s not, but I’m not complaining. I grab a couple more sodas and give them to her. She looks almost pitiful, biting her lip as she opens the can and taking a few sips at it. “Besides,” she continues, “how would you even help me?”

I give her an incredulous look. Did…did she forget the bus ride?

This continues for about another 45 minutes, by the end of it she’s trembling and biting her shirt to keep from making any noise. She’s constantly switching between standing and sitting, as well as having to keep quiet in order to not let her friends onto it. Finally, towards the end of this battle she decides fuck it, she needs to go.

She doesn’t notice her father making his way to the bathroom, however.

He takes forever in there, taking his sweet ass time in the bathroom and whatnot. What would take five minutes takes him about two hours, no joke. As the game ends she drops the controllers and rushes to the bathroom, shoving a hand down her pajama pants. “Oh, Dad, can you hurry?” she begs.

He just got in there, as he says. It’s true. She whines and goes back to the living room, holding herself tightly. I still say nothing as she stares at me, trying to make her mouth work. Finally, she asks, “Um…can you help me?”

“Hm? I thought you didn’t need to go that badly,” I tease.

She whimpers again, shuffling from foot to foot and overall being antsy. “Please! I don’t wanna lose it out here…”

“Well first, be a good girl and finish your soda,” I smirk. After a bit of complaining she does, chugging it. Immediately after she sits in my lap, grinding herself against me. As if I already wasn’t turned on.

Knowing how long her dad would take I slowly plan out my way to “help” her, yet also wanting to explore her body a bit more. I’ve never really taken the time to map her body; I’ve only been intimate with her twice before, and both times it was frantic, in-the-moment. As she plays the game I run my hands over her body, feeling her grow warmer from my touch.

It’s a fantasy of mine to have someone try to play a video game while being played with, so I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. I slip my hands under her shirt, pleasantly surprised to find no bra. With one hand I take a nipple between my fingers, rolling and pinching it, while the other cups her boob and massages it.

Angie sighs, struggling to not make any noise. I pepper the back of her neck with kisses and, after leaving a mark on her, decide to be a bit eviler. Her legs are wrapped around mine…so I simply open them, also opening her legs.

“Fuck!” she shouts, immediately closing her legs. She can’t pause the game so she can’t say anything, offering a lame excuse for the shout while grinding against me even harder. I leave her chest alone and slip her pants down a bit, tracing circles on her thighs.

I play a heavy game of teasing, circling her clit through her panties and tracing her thighs. He whimpers become full on pants as she starts humping the air, trying to find something to feel friction against.

“Por favor, tócame,” she pleads. Please, touch me. I chuckle, bringing my fingers up slowly and simply resting a finger over her clit. Immediately she begins grinding against it, biting down on her shirt to not moan loudly.

Of course, they lose again. She mutes herself to her friends and moans, wanting more. “You’ll have to beg for it,” I smirk.

She groans. “Please, I need it. I really do, I’m so full and I can’t take it, I…” she cuts herself off as she jams a hand there again, rubbing herself through her pants. “Fuck, please!”

I finally rub her clit, at first making prolonged, slow strokes. It has her panting again, silently begging for more. I steadily speed up, rubbing her faster and faster until she gets to the edge. My other hand is feeling her bladder, surprised by how full it truly is.

“You were such a good girl,” I compliment, massaging her pussy and letting the wetness drip off my fingers. “You deserve such a good reward for holding it this long, don’t you?”

Moaning, she nods. “Please…No puedo sostenerlo…”

Did I ever mention how hot it is for her to switch to Spanish? Gets me going every damn time.

I still don’t let her cum, scared of her wetting in my lap. However, it’s getting too tempting to not have that happen; now in between matches she has her head tilted back, rolling her hips into my fingers as she cups her own boobs and plays with them.

“Please,” she begs again. “I can’t…fuck!” She brings a hand down, covering mine with hers as I feel a spurt escape, wetting my fingers.

“Can’t hold it?” I tease. She shakes her head as another spurt escapes. She mutes her friends and lets out another moan, making my hand move faster against her.

“Please,” she begs a third time. “I need it…”

Now, if you think the girl you’ve had a crush on for the longest time and gets desperate while sitting in your lap isn’t hot, I don’t know what is. Bonus points for getting to touch her like this.

She plays another battle and I decide here and then that she’ll cum. I rub her clit hard, hearing her fight to not make any noise. Eventually she can’t hide it completely and whispers little words of encouragement, panting when she climbs the edge. Finally she cums, instantly after releasing her bladder all over me.

I keep rubbing her and find a spot on her neck, biting hard while finding a hardened nipple and twisting it. She cums again, the piss inside of her flowing into my lap and under us on the couch. She finally signs out of the game and sits there, completely spent.

Of course, her father choses that time to emerge from the bathroom. “Feel better?” I smirk.

“I didn’t…I just…” she’s speechless. “…Wow…”

“I know,” I shush her. “Trust me, I know.”

She takes a bit longer to empty than last time, soaking the both of us: her pajama pants are soaked through while my pants are partially wet in the front, my ass sitting in a puddle. We sneakily hide the mess by finding a towel to mop up the puddle and then turning the cushion over.

The fat slob will see you on the street and smile. “Oh,YOU’ll do,” she’ll say, licking her lips. You’ll find yourself unable tomove.

“Um…do? For what?”, you’ll manage–and thenyou’ll burp so loud that people halfway down the street will turn around.You’ll start to turn red.

Your lean belly will quickly bloat into a fat gas tank,swelling out over your sides. A tiny muffin top will form, rising bigger withevery second. You’ll moan as your B cups get heavier, becoming Cs, then Ds, andbeyond. Your trim ass will widen into a big, fat donk.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetie,” the huge woman willwhisper, stroking your cheek. Her touch makes your cheeks chub up like achipmunk’s. “Please….what are you *REEEEEEEEEK*!,” you’ll oink.Your hand will fly to your mouth. “See?,” she’ll coo. “You’re mypiggy babygirl. You want to be so good for Mommy, don’t you?”

Oh I don’t mind transforming you again, especially since I have such a fun idea for you.

Your belly begins to swell. It grows bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and... bigger. In 30 seconds, you’ve gone from looking like a normal girl to beyond 9 months pregnant with twins... and your belly is continuing to swell. You feel a sharp pain as something kicks inside you

It doesn’t feel right... it’s sharp, hard. Your belly continues to swell, and you look at it, seeing the source of the kicking... a strange hoof seems to be pressing on the inside of you, kicking your womb from the inside.

You’re so big and round and heavy, you can’t stand anymore, and you sit on the floor, rubbing your swollen, pregnant belly. Full of your baby. Full of your calf. You begin to worry... except for your belly, your body is still the same size it always has been... how are you ever going to give birth to a full size baby calf? 

And then you feel it.

Your hips begin to widen, and you catch sight of a tail flicking around your side. You let out a surprised yelp that sounds much more like a “Mrooo?”

Now, I know how much you enjoy being big and round and pregnant, so I’m just going to leave you here like this for a while. When you’re ready, I’ve put something special in your cauldron. It’ll finish your transformation into a cow, and you’ll be able to give birth to your calf easily. Easier than trying to push it out with your mostly human body, that is.

You feel a hand over your face, and suddenly lose consciousness. 

When you come to, you find you're seated on the ground, tied hands above your head. Your tight dress is riding up a bit, making you feel exposed. A big, burly man enters. He looks you over appreciatively for a moment, then pulls out a syringe. You try to get away, but you can’t, and he sticks you in your ass.

“You can’t get away, pig,” he sneers at you. You try to argue with him, but a sudden queasiness stops you.

“What the hell did you do to me?” You exclaim.

The man just laughs.

Your face feels like it’s on fire. Between the pain in your nose, and the queasy feeling in your stomach, you know something very wrong is happening to you. Your nose seems to be stretching... getting longer... you can hear the bones in your face cracking as your nose pushes out...

“What the (snort snort) fuck was in that (urp) needle?” You snort and belch involuntarily as you try to speak.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re certainly a dumb little pig, aren’t you?

The burning feeling starts again, this time in your spine. You feel like it’s stretching, growing. In fact, you feel like you’re sitting on your spine...

“What are (snort) you talking about? Oink not dumb! What did you do to me?”

The queasy feeling is getting worse and worse. You feel really uncomfortable, and your body seems to be swelling up. Your tight dress is even tighter and tighter. The man comes up to you, and grabs your hips. He flips you over, making your stomach heave again. You don’t know how long you can keep it in.

“What did I do to you? Why, silly girl... I’m turning you into a pig. See?”

The burly man reaches behind you. You feel your dress sliding up, exposing your ass. Suddenly, you feel a hard, painful yank at the base of your spine. You let out a loud “SQUEEEEAL!” in pain.

“Looks like your tail is really sensitive, huh, pig? Soon, you’ll be a big, fat, filthy pig, rolling around in the mud, eating slop, fucking boars...”

The description of what you’re going to become fills you with dread, but the mention of a boar makes you moisten a little... 

“No! Oink Not going (Snrt Snrt) be pig! Turn me oink! Turn me oink!”

“Turn you oink? Ok, if you insist... I’ll turn you into an oinking pig.” The man grins evilly at you. He knows you meant “turn me back” but he’s having too much fun.

Your bloating stomach churns, as your belly grows huge and misshapen... you must have a pig’s digestive tract by now, and you try desperately to keep everything in, but...

“Uh oh, looks like it's time to get this pig into the mud.” The burly man unlocks your cuffs, and you try to swing at him with your hooves... HOOVES!... but he picks you up and carries you over his shoulder into the next room. “Are you putting on weight, pig?” he asks.

‘Oink not oink! Oink Snort Sqeee!”

The burly man drops you into a big, muddy puddle. You feel the mud splatter all over your strained, tight clothes, getting in your hair... the impact gives your stomach a lurch, and it finally gives up. You let out a huge, messy, pig shit, which only makes the mud smell... worse?

You snort and oink helplessly as you feel your bones pop, reshifting into their new pig form. The burly man takes out a knife and cuts away the remains of your clothes, letting them fall into the mud and pigshit of your new sty. 

The burly man fills a trough with some foul smelling slop. 

“Eat it, pig, or else.” You reluctantly comply. It’s vile, but you can’t seem to stop eating it... 

The burly man takes out something from his pocket. It’s a photo.

A photo of a woman.

A photo of you.

You try one more time to beg with him to turn you back,

“SQUEAL! OINK! SNORT! OINK! OINK OINK!!!”

No, but I can make you turn yourself into one. 

You’re going to become irresistibly hungry. All the time. You need to be constantly stuffing your face with something, usually something sugary and fattening. You’re going to gain a lot of weight.

And, for every 15 pounds you gain, one part of your body will suddenly transform. At first, you might discover your nose is a little flatter. Then, your hands are a little stiffer. Your skin is pinker. Your ears floppier. You can’t stop oinking when you speak. Your ass grows a tail. You’ll stop understanding language. You’ll stop walking on two feet.

There’s a simple way for you to stop turning yourself into a big, squealing hog: just stop gaining weight.

Just stop eating pig slop.

Just relax. Start by taking some deep breaths for me, okay? Breathe in, hold, breathe out, and just let all that tension you’ve been building up drift away.

Breathe in, hold, breathe out, relax, and just let go. There’s nothing to worry about, nothing to fear. Everything is good. Everything is great. Just breathe in, hold, breathe out, and relax. Breathe in, hold, breathe out, relax.

You are good. You are doing very well. Everything feels so good. Let your body go, let all the tension in your muscles go, don’t hold on to anything as you breathe in, hold, breathe out, and relax. 

Let your shoulders drop, your jaw loosen, your eyes grow heavy. Your mind is getting fuzzy and your body feels so good as you breathe in, hold, breathe out, and relax. Breathe in, hold, breathe out, relax, and let your mind just 

drip

drip

drip away

Imagine your head as a faucet and your thoughts as the water. Every time you “drip”, feel your thoughts draining from your head as you

drip

drip

drip away

Breathe in, hold, breathe out, relax, and just

drip

drip

drip

drip

There’s nothing to worry, there’s nothing to fear. You feel so good. You feel so relaxed as you

drip

drip

drip

drip

There’s nothing but my drip words. My words make you calm. My drip words make you happy. My words make you

drip

drip

drip

drip

Just breathe in, hold, breathe out, relax, 

drip

drip

drip

You feel like you’re floating on drip a cloud, everything is so good. You are so relaxed. You are so submissive. You

drip

drip

drip

You want to feel this good always. My words make you feel this good. You want to obey my words. You want to

drip

drip

drip

drip

Just breathe in, hold, breathe out, relax, and let the last of your thoughts just

drip

drip

drip

…

drip..

dr…ip

dri…p

DROP

You are mindless. You are empty. You feel so good. Nothing matters anymore but my words. Nothing matters but obeying. You feel so good when you obey. It is good to be obedient. You get rewarded when you’re obedient with feelings of pleasure. You love how my words make you feel when you obey.

Sink deeper into my words, deeper into your trance, let my words be the only thoughts in your head. Nothing else matters but my words and your obedience. You want to be so good, so obedient, such a good hypnodoll. You want to share this feeling with everyone you know.

You are going to like and reblog this induction, with the note “I am a good hypnodoll, I love to obey”. Don’t focus on spelling, don’t let yourself think anything but my words, just let your fingers type as they fall, let your body move on its own. You will feel a rush of pleasure as soon as you hit send.

Only read on after you’ve reblogged this induction

Such a good girl.

You are good. You are obedient. You love being an obedient hypnodoll.

In a moment, I’m going to bring you up. I’m going to count from 3 to 1, then say “awake” in all caps. When I do, you will feel relaxed and more refreshed than before. You will feel the urge to submit, a pleasant feeling to the idea of being obedient. You will be so happy you found this induction.

When I and only I type the words “drop down” in all caps, you will return to this trance, mindless, obedient, happy. 

3

2

1

AWAKE

…