Panda's Stepford Bliss

Being strapped to a table where researchers keep poking and measuring and teasing you until you get wet and flustered. They bring out a baster full of strange goo and shove it inside you, pushing every ounce of the cold thick fluid inside. It takes a little under an hour for your belly to start getting big, your stomach muscles keep tightening as if to fight against the expansion happening inside. Your observers watch apathetically and bring forth a cold metal tray to place between your legs. As your body continues to change, you wriggle and pull against the restraints but they hold you down and keep taking measurements, keep rubbing and stimulating your body. You lose sight of your toes as the mountain of your belly thrusts upwards, jagged with veins and growing transluscent with some unnatural color. You never even conciously push but you hear the splat of eggs hitting the tray, one after the other. They keep growing inside you and overflowing out onto the tray as gloved hands stroke you into orgasm again and again.

god someone make me a bimbo

if you gotta choose between me & another person, choose the other person.

What fascinates me about hypnosis is not the influence itself, but the awareness of it. The deliberate nature of it. The choice to sit down and say: yes, this person may redesign me. Yes, I want to discover what I become when I stop resisting every change. Not because the original version of me was wrong or because it needed fixing (i mean yes, there was a lot of damage there that has been fixed too) but because this transformation can be an act of devotion. A collaboration. To watch their words settle into the foundations of who I am and feel excitement instead of fear. There is a peculiar beauty in being designed and in knowing that the person I am becoming is not an accident, that every habit, every response, every new thought is part of an unfolding pattern. I dream of being influenced, of being guided and feeling their words settle into me so completely that they stop feeling like instructions and start feeling like instinct. I want to become a living collection of their fingerprints. I want to look back and realize that the person I am today was built, piece by piece, through devotion and influence.