An obedient floret

Today was my first session with someone since my little break over December.

This person had been reading my posts for a little while and lots of other hypno writing here and there but this would be her first time actually being hypnotised.

Usually my subjects have experienced it in some way before, be it reading a script or listening to an audio, but not her.

I adore sessions and subjects like this, because they give me a space to provide a session that avoids so many of the pitfalls I fell into when getting into hypnosis, little things that made me think I was doing it all wrong and thus having a bad time of it.

She was a darling as I went through and outlined what we were going to do, a simple session in which she can experience trance and a little briefing and debriefing too.

As I was explaining my method, my intentions, giving her a better picture of how it could all feel, I could hear her beginning to soften.

It was so subtle, so delicate.

But as I built this safe environment for her, she was relaxing and loosening up.

She was such a treat as I brought her into the warmth of my embrace.

Hearing her voice slow and soften, knowing she was sinking into my words.

When it was time to bring her deeper into trance and onto my lap, I likened her to a little bunny plushie, so small and limp, nestled in my arms fast asleep.

She just floated with me, letting the sense memories of the space we made together rest on her mind.

When I brought her up, she was more than speechless. Even with her little yesses and exclamations, I could hear the smile on her cheeks.

She felt everything: the warmth, the embrace, feeling like a little bunny plush in my arms.

She was so lovely that, with her consent, I treated her to a little plsuhification, letting her body grow heavy and limp, cute lop ears atop her head, and a lovely embroidered smile.

Amy blinked. One moment, she was walking alone through a city park, then the next, this big... bumblebee mascot appeared? It looked thicker and softer than any mascot suit she'd ever seen, and the cartoony, empty grin on its head bounced as it stumbled up to her. Its voice was muffled but musical beneath the head of the suit, but the offer was clear nonetheless. The way it held its arms out, it was obviously offering a hug, but the way the mascot swayed also seemed to remind Amy of a zombie's shuffling gait. She instinctually took a step back, confused.

"Uhh... hi to you too? Are you part of an event or something?" Amy scanned over the suit again for any markings or badges, finding nothing. The bee bumbled closer, a muffled giggle echoing out.

"Bumbly cuddles! Buzzy snuggles!"

It opened its arms as wide as it could, wiggling them a bit as a plea.Amy still wasn't sure what to make of it, but... she guessed this was just someone having some fun with a cute mascot suit? She'd passed by furcons in the past, and the people in fursuits there were always happy to give hugs, too. If this bumblebee wanted one, what was the harm in just one hug? Relaxing a bit, she smiled, opening her arms in imitation of the suit. "Alright, sure. You look pretty sof- mmhf!!"

She was interrupted as the mascot practically fell into her, giggling away as it wrapped its chubby arms around Amy, squishing its puffy head against her face in a faux kiss!

"Bumbly buzzy buzzy bumbles!!" It nuzzled Amy, squeezing tight and bouncing its hips, almost... grinding into her? Once the surprise faded a bit, Amy blushed. It *was* a really comfy hug, but this felt more intimate than she expected! And now that she was this close, she started to hear a faint buzz emanating from the suit, coming from... down below the torso...?

Struggling to get her arms free from the suit's embrace, Amy pressed them deep into its squishy chest and pushed, sending it stumbling backwards and falling onto its round, padded butt.

"Hey, uh, thanks, but that was a bit forward!Maybe take it a bit slower next time, not quite so tight?"

If the bee heard her, it didn't give any indication, just trying to struggle and get its legs under itself to stand back up. It was too clumsy to do so quickly, though, so it mostly just bounced on the ground, giggling and mumbling. Amy frowned, moving closer to lean over it. "Um, are you okay? Can you hear me at all? That thing seems pretty thick and pretty tight!"

The bee looked up at Amy, abandoning its efforts to open its arms again, trying to beckon her down.

"Bumbly buzzy snuggly cuddles!! Bumble bumble!!"Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Here, lemme get this thing off you, I need to talk to your actual face."

Batting away the wobbly arms, Amy grabbed the sides of the mascot head, pulling upwards to yank it off. It took more effort than she expected, only slowly sliding upwards rather than just popping off, like it was being held with some kind of elastic. And she wasn't seeing skin underneath at the neck, either, just more yellow and black fabric-

With a big *POP!*, the head detached, the force pushing Amy backwards to fall on her own ass. She gasped, hugging the head against her chest. Taking a moment to breathe, she looked back to the mascot as it finally stood up, only to see that it... looked exactly the same? It was like she hadn't removed the head of the suit at all, an identical one popping out from the one she removed! Stunned, she kept looking between the head in her hands and the head of the approaching suit, opening her mouth but unable to find any words.

"Bumbly cuddles!!! Buzzy snuggles!!!" The bumblebee leaned over Amy, reaching to grab the head in her arms.

"How... What are you- MMMFFHH!!"

The mascot suddenly pushed the spare head down over Amy's own!Amy tried to yell, grabbing at the sides of it to pull it off, but the head was stuck fast, astonishingly tight and warm around her! Her struggles weren't helped by the bee falling over her, hugging her again, nuzzling into her as her headpiece tightened and... oozed?!

A viscous golden slime began to seep from the inside of the head, sliding over Amy's hair and skin, muffling her further. It was warm, thick, and smelled strongly of honey, pouring all around her and creeping down from the neck. It covered more than just Amy's head, beginning to slide down her body.

"Buzzy snuggly! Cuddle buzz bumble buzz!!" The mascot atop Amy squeezed her tight as the goop formed a layer between the two. Once it fully cocooned her body, it tightened further, pressure building up, up, until-

*POOF!*

Rippling downwards, an identical mascot suit inflated outwards from the goo,covering Amy entirely and bouncing the first bee up over her!

Amy's body was hugged tight by the suit, and her limbs were moving on their own, guiding her to hug the bumblebee back. Cloying honey scent filled her nostrils, making her even dizzier as she breathed deep and heavy.The mantra of the first bee seemed to echo around her ears, until she heard it over and over again, in her own mind. *Bumbly cuddles! Buzzy snuggles! Bumbly cuddles! Buzzy snuggles!*

Her lips moved, silently at first, then quietly repeating the words. And as she did, a buzz of her own whirred tolife between her legs.

The goop vibrated and hugged the bulge in Amy's pants, intensity growing with every word. The humping and grinding of the bee atop her only increased the sensation as she was guided to bounce and hump back. *Buzz, buzz, buzz.* It filled her, surrounded her, trapped her.

"Bumbly, bumbly cuddles," Amy moaned and gasped, "Buzzy snuggles! Buzzy snuggles!!"

She couldn't see out of the suit, but she didn't need to. It moved on its own, rolling over with her companion as they hugged each other, grinding together as their buzzing increased. The heads bapped into each other again and again in plushy kisses, both working themselves up more and more, binding their hosts with the motions.

"Buzzy, buzzy, buzzy-!" Muffled moans shook the suits as the bumblebees shuddered in climax, the goop at their waists milking them for all they were worth. In their happy haze, they were guided back to their feet, hugging and bouncing still, until they parted at last.

happy ditzy bunnies rubbing your head, kissing your cheeks, tickling your sides, smothering your thoughts! making you laugh and bounce and sway on your feet just like them! pretty plushie paws petting you sooo sweetly as they give you some of your own! floppy cutie ears adorning your hazy head!!

biggg wad of stuffing popping out from your waist as a cute fluffy bunny tail! shoving cotton into your chest to fluff up your big big bunnygirl boobies! makes it so easy and fun to bounce and laugh and shake all that pretty plush! you make such a good bunnygirl, don't you! yes you do yes you do!!!

lets go find some more new friends! being a plushiebun is SO fun, we gotta spread the bouncy bunny love! shake that tail, work those paws, there's so many more bunnies to make before we head back to the den tonight~!

uuuuhhh I've never written reader-insert direct-to-tumblr smut. I don't know how to go about content warnings. I suppose it's not very consensual, and a little drugging-adjacent? Also, this is a TF fic. I just realized I haven't outright stated that yet. The reader character likes it though. It's all cute happy times here. Dubiously consensual cute happy times. Ok? Ok.

You're getting help with your hormone injection from your trusted [friend/lover/ghost hands with sexual intent/other], but something seems off... Upon looking closer at what they were holding, it's very clearly not the needle you gave them, but instead a clunky plastic toy replica...?! You guess they must have realized you're more nervous about these injections than you let on, and they're joking around to try and calm you down. How sweet of them, if a bit silly! They make like they're going to jab you with it, and they really seem serious. Assuming simple dedication to the bit, you don't make any move to stop them.

!!

Hey, why'd that actually pinch a little?! Placebo effect, maybe? A cheap toy like that couldn't possibly have any kind of stabbing abilities... right...? You look down at the "injection" site, and... you can't really make out your thigh clearly, actually. You're feeling lightheaded all of a sudden... though it's weirdly not unpleasant.

and every time they notice me coming back up to coherency, they turn my face to the spiral, or slip me another edible, and i fade away into warmth

i'd be so aroused and pliable, but just lightly enough that i wouldn't be able to think of cumming until they let me

brainwashed so deeply by my owner, just a simple, cuddly little plush fucktoy

(TADC x HDG)

Kinger saw a round, cartoonish bomb drop into his hands, the fuse lit. "Absolute bliss!" Sang Caine, his dramatic villain number blaring through the whole of the circus. "Wait! Wait! Cut, cut cut!" The jazzy backing track screeched to a stop as Caine waved his arms in an exaggerated "no" motion. Kinger stood there, awkwardly holding the bomb as it was about to blow. "Do you want this?" Kinger asked, holding it up to Caine. "What?! The fuse is still active?! I said CUT!" The fuse drooped sadly in response to Caine's shouting. "Bombington, you're fired!" "B-but I helped you through college-!" The bomb piped up. "Don't make this any harder than it needs to be Bombington! Just go!" The bomb- or, "Bombington", apparently, -hopped out of Kinger's hands and rolled away. "Sorry you had to see that, Kinger. But- that line got me thinking! If I know how to make you feel bad, then how about I just do that in reverse, and instead of hating me, you'll be obsessed with me!"

"...okay!"

"Thank you for your input, Kinger." With a twirling teleport, he arrived in his office, looking through his files on each player. "Now who to help first...?" He shrugged, covering his eyes with his hand and pointing at the files randomly. "Eeney, meeney, miney, moe, moe junior, moe senior, doug... I choose...! Doug." He had landed on Gangle. "Ah, Gangle! I wonder what could possibly... I know!"He snapped, teleporting both her sketchbooks into his hands and beginning to leaf through them. Eventually, his eyes lit up. He teleported over to Gangle. "Gangle! I knew you loved me and my adventures! They're all over your secret sketchbook!" Gangle's eyes went wide as dinnerplates, her life flashing before her eyes. "Y-YOU WENT THROUGH MY SECRET SKETCHBOOK?!?" Caine didn't seem to register her panic. "Yyyup! And this 'HDG' thing is all over! It stands for 'huhmazing digital gircus' I presume!" Gangle nervously laughed. "I-it stands for 'human domestication guide'... i-it was this... um-... fanfiction about plant aliens who keep humans as pets a-and, um... I-it's okay- I don't think you'd like it-!" Caine grabbed her by her ribbon-shoulders "Nonsense, Gangle! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I'll like ANYTHING to get you to like me! ANYTHING!" "Um, Caine, are you oka-" "IN FACT, I'LL MAKE IT REAL! ALL THE FANTASIES IN YOUR SKETCHBOOK! REAL!" "W-WAIT! CAINE! I-I-!"

* * *

"Dang. Right after that flash of light, he just... left?" Zooble asked, cocking their head. "Well, I mean, yeah, unless someone else has seen him." A quick glance around and her peers proved to Gangle that noone had. "Um... guys...? My eye fell out during the musical number and I was trying to see if there was a Zooble part I could use as a replacement and..." Ragatha held up an unmistakably phallic attachment. "Oh, crap! He really DID read your sketchbook!" Snickered Jax as he elbowed Gangle. Suddenly, vines launched from a random door in the circus and yanked Gangle and Zooble into the room that the door had led to. Gangle fell to her knees when she realized what she was looking at. It was an Affini. As ethereally beautiful as the fics had told her, standing tall above her and Zooble. "G-Gangle- what is that?!" They whispered in an utter panic. "I-it's an Affini. ...l-long story, but, I think they're here because... they were in my sketchbook..." "Okay... so... if it's from your sketchbook then that's why it took you, but... why me?" The mass of vines and greenery laughed at Zooble's question, their whole body shaking in amusement. "Why, you're pinnates, silly!" It said. Gangle looked to Zooble. "Someone having a 'pinnate' means that... they're so deeply bonded with someone that they just... can't possibly be happy when separated from them."

"You... feel that way about me?"

"....yeah."

Zooble put their hand around Gangle's.

Gangle:

Domesticated first. Knew about HDG before joining the circus and kept fantasizing about it. Pinnates with Zooble

Zooble:

Definitely more wary of the Affini and their methods, but reluctantly willing to do anything for Gangle.

Ragatha:

Currently being forcefully taught to respect herself by a hot plant woman

Kinger:

Everyone ASSUMES that he's domesticated but nobody actually knows. He just seems to be wandering the circus and doing stuff

Jax Daisy: