Pavlov's Bimbo

Jess wanted to condition her friend to tell her every time they masturbated. She wasn't really sure why, but the one time her friend told her, it sent a ripple of electricity through her, and her mind just latched onto the idea. She praised her friend, reinforcing it as best she could.

And sure enough, a few days later, they brought it up again out of the blue, and Jess got a little thrill and felt an urge to silently edge along with them, like any good girl should. They weren't a couple and they didn't have any sexual history, but that didn't mean they couldn't share this little friendly connection, right?

So Jess told her friend how she liked knowing, because it put her at ease about exploring her own sexuality, thanking them profusely, and within weeks they were exchanging messages every time they touched themselves, laughing at how often their arousal seemed to synchronize, like they had a special connection.

Jess smiled the first time her friend visited her house since they started this new routine. She had plans, and couldn't wait to train them to masturbate with her in person. After all, what's a little platonic, consensual, mutual masturbation between good friends?

Like pennies arnt even made anymore, thats how much your thoughts are worth.

The complete compute of your mind is worth something not even deemed valuable enough to create.

[   ] Heavy, thinking, worried about tomorrow.

or

[ X ] Glassy eyes. Brain turning to warm gloss. A voice telling you that you don’t need those thoughts anymore. The sweet weight of knowing someone else is doing all the thinking now.

Most days, it was effectively dead, leaving Katherine time to rest by the register. Another day, another eight hours of boredom, the redhead mused as she lit a joint and took a long draft from it. "Who knew being a witch would be so boring!" She quietly grumbled to herself. "Certainly doesn't help that most people know magic isn't real." She said as she held a fistful of crystals in the palm of her hand.

As Katherine released the plume of weed smoke, the crystals in her hand instantly grew warm. Her eyes fluttered as her body felt like she was being bathed in sunlight while her mind felt fuzzy, like her very thoughts became TV static. When she had the strength to open her eyes, the rake-thin redhead saw how her body had changed. She had grown and ballooned outwards:

Her thighs had softened and thickened to nearly three times reducing her flowing skirt into a microskirt that barely covered her ass. Speaking of which, her asscheeks were bigger than basketballs, effortlessly swallowing and turning her lace panties into a thong. Her belly was soft and fat, spilling over her waistband, filling her lap, and giving her a set of plump lovehandles. Finally, her cute green top was stretched beyond all measure as her tiny B cups swelled to what had to, at least, be the size of a HH cup. HOLY SHIT!!! I'M LIKE, A TOTAL FUCKING BABE! Katherine mused as she squeezed her breasts together.

She stared at her reflection, tracing her tongue over her glossy, pink, plump cockpillows as tingling pleasure slowly faded from her mind. A part of Katherine knew she should tell someone to get help and transform back to her real self. But a bigger, louder, hornier part of her made her hold onto the gems in her hand and take another drag of the shop's unique and proprietary blend. If for no other reason than to see if she'd grow again.