Idea that I’ve only ever seen a few times in the past: Tentacles breeding inside someone, only leaving their body to enter someone else’s
Imagine you get caught and restrained by someone in a secluded place. They look heavily pregnant and overdue, out of breath, and you’re not sure what they want from you. The person groans, holding their belly which starts to warp and gurgle from the movements of something inhuman inside. They lean back and spread their legs, just in time for a thick, slimy tentacle to push out of their hole. You barely get time to react before the tentacle shoves itself into your hole. Moving deeper, and deeper, and deeper. No signs of stopping even as it bulges your belly. The person who caught you is moaning and panting as the tentacle drags its way out of them, you do the same as it forces itself in. You might beg and plead the person to stop it, but they won’t listen to you. Your belly is stretched wider, the tentacle squirming within as it takes up more and more space. Finally the end of the tentacle exits them with a wet pop, leaving them sighing in relief as their belly is much smaller than it was before. While they hobble away leaving you to your fate, you still have longer to go. The remainder of the tentacle thrashes and wiggles, pulling itself inside of you. Once everything is fully packed inside, it finally calms down. You’re free to return to normal life, if only with a bigger belly
But you gradually keep growing as the days and weeks pass by. It doesn’t take long to realize there’s more tentacles than there were before. And they don’t seem to stop growing. Your stomach expands, reaching the size of the person when you first saw them, and getting even bigger. You realize now why that person did what they did. But as strained as you feel, you can’t just do this to someone else. So you try to bear it, keeping the tentacles inside yourself, no matter how big they grow.
But then you see through a window that there’s someone alone in their house. It would be irresponsible. But you’re just so full, it’s like you’re gonna burst if you move wrong. You just need one less tentacle inside you. Just one, right?
collaring you with a magical collar that gives me total control over everything you do. That’s way too overpowered? Where did I get that? That’s too many questions from a cute pet like you. On your knees and bark, toy. From now on, my word is literal law on your body. Any time you think about disobeying me, all you have to do is slap yourself. Hard. Don’t worry, soon the only thing you’ll be able to think about is how to please me <3
Not from everybody. Maybe your best friend knows, or your partner. Maybe you've made friends, forged relationships, made memories with people who share the same secret.
But not everyone knows. You're still keeping it hidden from some people in your life.
Your little kink.
The fact that you get so much pleasure out of being drained of all thought, all resistance, all free will. You're so, so deeply weak when it comes to the idea of mumbling sleepily, new thoughts and mantras filling your head while you whisper "I obey."
You hide it from some. Not everyone knows.
Wouldn't it be so easy to spill your secret, though?
You already feel the temptation. Whenever mind control pops up in media, when you see an advertisement that utilizes spinning spiral imagery, your secret presses against your lips. It takes self control to not blurt out what a horny, mindless toy you are.
Silly thing.
You don't want self-control, do you?
How long do you think it'll be before you can't fight it anymore?
It'll slip from your lips one day. Maybe soon, maybe far in the future. But you could always slip up, let your tongue get a little too loose...
...and everyone would see you for what you really are.
With COVID-19 affecting many companies, they had their employees work from home. They logged into the software wearing a number of different kinds of clothing. Some still decided to wear a suit and tie, while others didn’t even change out of their pajamas. However, none of them went nude, or even topless. Oaxana Ltd. was a wholly online company, even before the pandemic spread throughout most of the world. They did rent some office space for in-person meetings, but it was all mostly online.
They were selling masks and respirators, so of course they would be busy. However, it was all mostly automated, and the humans were just there to quickly fix a problem if it came up. The CEO of Oaxana came up with an ingenious solution to help bring a bit of levity to the situation his employees were feeling, and to have some fun! He sent out an email to all of his male employees, and just the male employees.
Justin was one of them. He was a Chinese coder who kept relatively in shape. He wasn’t as hunky and muscular as someone like the Rock, but he certainly wasn’t overweight! He opened the email from his boss, which was labelled urgent. As soon as he did, a bright and pulsating spiral filled the screen. Their boss had sent them practical joke emails before, and Justin knew it was probably not a good time to be sending them. But there was no way to exit out of it on his iPad. Even turning it off didn’t do anything.
Justin didn’t power it off, though, because by that time, a dreamy and calming voice began speaking to him. “Focus on the spiral, men. Focus on the middle of the spiral, where all the pretty colors combine. Don’t they look nice? All the colors get combined and lose their identity, much like you will. Listen to my voice and stare at the center of the spiral. As you continue to stare, you will find yourself falling deeper and deeper under my control. You want to do as I say, because it makes you feel good inside. It makes your dick hard.
“Good boys. Sink deeper and deeper into the spiral and fall under my control. Soon enough, you will be completely under my control. I will control your every action and thought. But you will enjoy that, right? Won’t that make you feel good inside, get your dick hard as a rock? It will, because you have continued to listen to my voice and stare at the center of the spiral. Now another voice will give you commands. Even though I’m not the one telling you these commands, obeying them will also make you feel good inside and get your dick erect.”
There was a slight pause, and then Justin’s boss began speaking. “After this hypnosis is lifted, you will act normally. You will continue to work, whether it be coding or in meetings all day. However, you will strip buck naked. You will not wear any clothes for the duration of your work day. You will make sure your camera is always active, even when you’re not in a meeting. In addition, following these commands will make your dick hard. Your dick will remain hard the whole day, until you log off.”
Another pause, and then the silky voice of the hypnotist returned. This was just to bring them out of hypnosis. Soon enough, Justin and the rest of the male employees of Oaxana Ltd. went back to work, naked. As Justin quickly typed in a code fix for one of the machines, he heard some snickering from the other coders. It was mostly men on the team, but there were a few women, and all of them had their cameras going. Justin wondered what was going on. The code was just a simple copy and paste, and nothing had really changed since he opened the email. He continued working the rest of the day, never realizing his nude and hairy body, and impressive erect cock, were visible on camera for the whole day.
Katie had discovered the forgotten bathroom on the third floor during her second week at college, after a humiliating afternoon in which Layla and three of her friends had spent an entire lecture whispering loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear about Katie’s secondhand clothes, her scuffed shoes, and the way she nervously pushed her glasses up her nose whenever a professor called upon her.
Katie used this bathroom precisely because nobody else did. Whenever the noise of campus became too much, she could lock herself inside the final stall, lower the lid of the toilet, and sit with her backpack held against her stomach until her breathing slowed and she no longer felt as though the entire university had been designed to remind her that she did not belong.
That afternoon, however, the bathroom door struck the wall with such force that Katie nearly dropped the book resting across her knees. She froze, recognizing the decisive rhythm of the approaching heels before the woman wearing them had spoken a single word, because Layla moved through the college with the unmistakable confidence of someone who expected corridors to clear before her.
She had long platinum blonde hair that was always styled perfectly, luminous skin, expensive clothes, and a figure that drew glances from across crowded rooms, yet it was not merely her beauty that made her powerful. Layla understood exactly how beautiful she was, and she used that knowledge like a weapon, rewarding people with smiles when they pleased her and reducing them to embarrassed silence when they did not.
“Oh my God, the look on her face was priceless.” Layla said as the door swung shut behind her. Her voice was bright, amused, and cruelly confident. “She actually thought I was complimenting her Igoe ass grandma sweater. I love it when they cry.”
Katie’s shoulders tightened, because she knew if Layla found her in the stall then she would be the next one in the crosshairs. However after a few seconds Layla spoke again but this time it sounded different. So different that Katie though for a minute it was someone else. The new voice was quieter and uncertain, stripped of the lazy superiority that normally clung to every word Layla said.
“Why did I do that?” Layla whispered to her reflection. “She looked so happy before I spoke to her.”
Katie leaned forward very slightly, staring through the narrow space between the stall door and its frame. She could see Layla standing at the sinks, both hands gripping the marble counter, her head lowered as though she were fighting dizziness.
The confidence returned abruptly. “Because it was funny, and because everyone was watching me. Because it felt so fucking good.”
“I shouldn’t enjoy it.” The quiet voice replied a bit more defiantly.
“Mmmm but I did. Being a bitch is so much hotter than being some loser goodie goodie nobody.” The confident voice chimed in, and Layla slowly raised her head to regard herself in the mirror.
Katie covered her mouth with one hand, scarcely daring to breathe. Layla’s reflection looked as immaculate as ever, but her expression kept shifting in ways that made her seem like two different people forced to share the same face. One moment her chin was raised, her lips curling into a knowing smirk, while the next her shoulders sagged and fear clouded her eyes.
“I don’t want this anymore!” The quieter side said. She lifted trembling hands toward her chest but stopped before touching herself. “I’m so mean to everyone since I found these things. They’ve turned me into a monster I don’t recognize.”
She noticeably shivered in pleasure as if she force was pumping her full of endorphins causing her to laughed, low and indulgent. “Mmm, but it feels so good being the girl everyone wants. It feels good walking into a room and knowing that every guy is imagining how good of a fuck I’ll be, how every girl seethes with jealousy.”
Layla’s breathing grew ragged as her hands pressed against the countertop. “They don’t like me. They like what these things made me.”
“Who cares if they like, as long as they fear me.” The confident side almost roared back. M
Katie watched Layla close her eyes, her face contorting as though she were physically wrestling with herself. When she opened them again, tears had gathered along her lower lashes.
“No!” She said, louder this time. “I can’t go on like this. It isn’t right, and it isn’t me.”
Layla suddenly seized her own chest with both hands. At first Katie thought she was merely clutching herself in distress, but then Layla dug her fingers along an invisible seam beneath the fabric of her blouse and pulled. Her face tightened with effort. A strange wet suction sound filled the bathroom, followed by a sharp pop that echoed from the tiled walls.
Layla staggered backward holding what appeared to be a pair of perfectly formed breasts in her hands, attached together by a thin, glistening membrane that trembled as though it were alive.
Without them, Layla’s appearance started to change. It happened gradually enough that Katie could observe every detail. The exaggerated curve of Layla’s waist softened first, losing its impossible precision as a natural fullness returned to her stomach and hips. Her flawless skin dimmed from radiant gold to an ordinary, slightly uneven complexion.
Her lips thinned, her cheekbones became less sculpted, and her face grew a little rounder as the almost artificial symmetry faded from it. Her long manicured nails shortened with tiny clicking sounds, the glossy polish cracking and flaking away until her hands looked bitten and neglected. Even her hair seemed to lose some of its shine and volume, settling around her face in limp, slightly tangled strands.
Layla stared at the plain young woman in the mirror, and the relief that spread over her softened features was so genuine that Katie almost felt sorry for her.
The living objects twitched faintly in her hands. Layla recoiled from them. She snatched several paper towels from the dispenser, wrapped the breasts hastily, and dropped the bundle into the metal waste bin beside the sinks. For a moment she stood over it, breathing heavily and rubbing her palms against her skirt as though desperate to remove their warmth from her skin. Then she hurried from the bathroom without looking back.
Katie remained motionless inside the stall while the sound of Layla’s footsteps receded along the corridor. Her mind refused to assemble what she had witnessed into anything coherent. Layla, the most beautiful and feared woman at college, had apparently been transformed by a pair of living breasts that she had now abandoned in a trash can. Katie knew she should stay where she was, wait until she felt calm, and then leave without touching anything. She even whispered this sensible plan to herself several times.
“You are going to stand up, wash your hands, and go back to your dormitory.” She murmured. “You are not going to inspect the supernatural body parts that the campus bully just threw away, because that is how people in horror films get cursed.”
Despite this, Katie unlocked the stall. She approached the bin one cautious step at a time. The crumpled paper towels shifted slightly at the top of the rubbish, although there was no draught in the bathroom.
Katie swallowed. “That could have been the radiator.” The bundle moved again.
She should have fled, yet curiosity drew her closer until she was standing over the bin. When she reached inside and lifted the bundle, warmth immediately spread into her fingers. She placed it on the counter and peeled back one layer of paper, then another, revealing smooth flesh beneath.
The breasts were impossibly realistic, even possessing the faint weight and softness of a living body, but there was something subtly unnatural about the way their surface seemed to respond to her touch. When her thumb brushed against them, the skin tightened as if awakening.
For one dangerous moment she imagined what it might feel like to press them against herself. She pictured walking into a lecture hall and hearing conversation falter, passing Layla’s old friends and seeing envy instead of contempt, or entering the cafeteria without lowering her head because everyone else would be the ones staring. The fantasy arrived so vividly that she nearly lifted the living breasts to her chest before fear overcame her.
“No!” She said firmly, wrapping them again. “Whatever they offer, they take more.”
The bathroom door opened behind her. “What was I thinking?” Layla muttered as she rushed inside. “I need those back before someone finds-”
She stopped. Katie turned slowly, the bundle held in both hands. Layla’s plain face went white. “Katie.”
There was none of her usual mockery in the name now. She spoke carefully, as though approaching a frightened animal that might bolt with something precious.
“Katie, listen to me very carefully and give those to me ok?”
Katie’s fear began to transform into anger. She remembered every laugh Layla had encouraged, every remark she had made about Katie’s clothes, and every afternoon Katie had hidden in this very bathroom because Layla had made being seen feel unbearable. The breasts seem to pulse in her hands the more she remembered.
“You threw them away.” Katie replied.
“I made a mistake.” Layla retorted quickly.
“You made the right choice for once.” Said Katie, a sharpness in her voice that was rarely present.
Layla stepped closer. “You don’t understand what they are.”
Katie tightened her hold on the bundle. “They made you cruel.”
“They made me visible!” Layla snapped, and for an instant the hunger in her expression resembled the queen bee she had been only minutes earlier. “Do you know what it feels like to walk into a room and have everyone notice? Do you know what it is to be wanted so badly that people fall over themselves just to be near you?”
Layla advanced another step, her voice becoming feverish. “It is intoxicating. I thought I was stronger to resist them but when I stepped outside and not a single person looked at me I felt a longing I hadn’t felt since before I found them. I don’t want to go back to that Katie, I can’t!”
“You hated yourself five minutes ago!” Katie reminded her.
“I hate myself now!” Layla said. “I hated what they made me, but I hate being this even more.” She gestured helplessly toward her softened body and ordinary face. Layla winced, but desperation quickly hardened her expression. “Give them to me.”
“No.” Katie said steadfast.
“Katie, I’m warning you. I will take them from you if I have to.” Layla threatened but when Katie didn’t move that’s when Layla lunged forward, desperate for the breasts.
Katie instinctively pressed the bundle against her own chest, turning her body to shield it. “No you can’t have them!” The instant the living flesh touched her shirt, it melted.
Katie gasped as the paper towels collapsed empty between her fingers. A warm substance flowed through the fabric without tearing it, spreading across her chest like liquid silk before tightening against her skin. She clawed at her hoody, but there was nothing separate for her to grasp. The breasts had seeped in, sealed themselves to her body, their warmth spreading inward through muscle and bone.
“Katie, pull them off!” Layla shouted. “Do it now, before they root themselves!”
Katie dug her hands under her sweater and tried, but the moment her fingers touched the newly attached flesh, pleasure and power surged through her so intensely that her knees weakened. She caught herself against the counter and threw her head back, a breathless cry escaping her as the transformation swept through her.
“Ohhhh fucccckkkkk meeee.” She moaned as her skin cleared first, every blemish and patch of redness dissolving beneath an expanding luminosity. The tired pallor caused by too many late nights studying faded into a smooth, warm complexion dusted with delicate freckles. Her lips tingled and gradually swelled into a glossy, sculpted pout, while her jaw refined and her cheekbones lifted, reshaping her face into something both familiar and breathtakingly new. Her lashes thickened, darkening around pale, striking eyes that no longer needed glasses. The frames slipped down her nose and fell to the floor, unnoticed.
“Stop making me enjoy this!” Katie pleaded, although her hands no longer searched for a way to remove them. Instead, her palms travelled over their curves, testing their weight and warmth. “I can feel you changing how I think.”
Then another sensation entered her mind, deeper than pleasure and more intimate than a voice. It was hunger, wounded pride and possessive approval, as though the breasts themselves were pressing their desires into her.
Katie’s breathing slowed.
“You want me?” She murmured. The warmth surged in answer.
Her hair loosened from its practical, uneven bun. It lengthened rapidly, growing thicker and silkier as it gathered itself high at the back of her head in a sleek ponytail, with two carefully arranged strands framing her transformed face.
“You chose me because I hate Layla and she rejected you.” She said, her fingers curling possessively around the new flesh. “You gave her everything, and treated you like trash like she does with me every day.”
A smile formed on her plumping lips. “You want to punish her.”
The realization sent another exquisite wave through Katie, and this time she did not resist it. She arched into the sensation, pushed her shoulders back and watched her new figure become even more magnificent.
“Yes!” She breathed. “I understand now. We have a common goal, a common enemy.” Her expression sharpened as the last traces of nervousness disappeared.
“You want someone who will embrace becoming beautiful, powerful and completely merciless. Katie stroked the tops of the breasts with open affection.
“I’ll destroy her.” She promised. “I’ll take her friends, her attention and every person who ever wanted her.” Her smile became cold and delighted.
“Keep changing me. Make me hotter than Layla, crueler than Layla and so much better that she spends every day regretting the moment she threw you away.”
The breasts pulsed warmly beneath Katie’s hands, and the pleasure they sent through her no longer felt like an invasion. It felt like approval, as though they were delighted by every cruel promise she made and eager to reward her for becoming the woman they deserved.
The changes moved lower. Her shoulders drew back, correcting years of nervous slouching, while her waist tightened into an elegant curve. Her hips rounded, her legs became shapely and toned, and the strange living breasts settled into perfect proportion with her altered body.
“Oh, I’m going to make her suffer!” Katie murmured, watching her waist draw tighter while her hips developed another sumptuous curve. “I’m going to make that pathetic little nobody watch while I take every single thing she thought belonged to her.”
Her clothes transformed around her. The baggy burgundy sweater tightened into a fitted blouse with a sharp collar and long sleeves, tailored to emphasize her new silhouette. Several buttons remained open in a deliberate, fashionable arrangement, while the fabric gathered neatly at her waist.
Katie adjusted the neckline until it displayed her cleavage more boldly. The gesture came naturally, accompanied by a knowing little smile that seemed to belong to the bitchy beauty emerging in the mirror.
“I’ll walk into every party with these gorgeous weapons pushed right into everyone’s faces, and every hot guy there will forget Layla ever existed.” Katie rolled her shoulders back, admiring the way her breasts rose with the movement. “They’ll stare until their girlfriends drag them away, and I’ll laugh because those poor little bitches will know exactly what their boyfriends are imagining.”
The breasts throbbed again, sending a deep, luxurious heat through her. “Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” Katie whispered, stroking them possessively. “You want me to use you. You want me to make men stupid and girls miserable.”
Her shapeless plaid sweatpants shortened and unfolded into a pleated skirt, resting above her newly sculpted thighs. The ensemble looked expensive without seeming formal, daring without appearing accidental, exactly the sort of outfit Layla might once have worn while mocking Katie for trying too hard.
Her eyes narrowed as she imagined the campus bending around her. She pictured walking through packed corridors while men offered to carry her books, buy her drinks and abandon whatever plans they had made merely because she crooked one glossy finger.
“I’ll have the hottest guys on campus crawling over one another for the privilege of taking me out.” She said. “They’ll empty their wallets, cancel dates and lie to their girlfriends just for the chance to hear me say their names. Maybe I’ll let one of them into fuck me when I’m bored, and afterward I’ll send him straight back to whatever desperate little loser thought he belonged to her.”
A laugh escaped her, rich with delighted contempt.
“No, I’ll do better than that. I’ll make them brag about me. I’ll make them tell everyone that one night with me ruined every other woman for them, and then I’ll pretend I barely remember which one they were.”
Her nails lengthened into immaculate pink ovals while her cheap tiny earrings expanded into golden hoops at her ears, swaying beside her sharpened cheekbones. Katie touched one earring, but her attention remained fixed upon the arrogant stranger smiling back from the mirror.
Her breathing deepened as another wave of corruption rolled through her, and she leaned forward until her glossy lips nearly touched the mirror.
“I’m going to be the hottest, nastiest, most spoiled bitch this college has ever seen.” She promised her reflection. “I’ll take whatever I want, fuck who whoever amuses me and destroy anyone stupid enough to think they can tell me no.”
Layla stood several feet behind her, horrified. “Katie, don’t listen to them, you still have a chance to take them off and save yourself.”
Katie barely acknowledged her. She leaned closer to the mirror, pressing her lips together to admire their fullness, then ran both hands down the sides of her narrow waist.
“Did you hear me?” Layla demanded, although her voice trembled. “Take them off before they change who you are.”
Katie’s head turned sharply. The expression she gave Layla was not loud or exaggerated. It was a cold, controlled look of personal offence, as though Layla had violated an obvious rule merely by speaking without permission.
Katie saw the fear appear on her face, and something warm and delicious unfurled inside her. For years, Katie had experienced that fear whenever Layla approached. Now the balance had shifted so completely that it seemed impossible the old order had ever existed.
“Listen here Leah, you nobody loser, you don’t tell me what to do ever again.” Katie said quietly as she stepped towards a surprised Layla.
“That’s right, I know your real name, the name you had before you were queen bee of this hive. I know because these delicious beauties told me everything.” Katie said as she stroked the top of her tits lovingly.
“Katie, please.” Leah pleaded.
“They know how much you are craving them right now. How much you want to crawl over here and beg me to give them back. You miss feeling them against you, don’t you? You miss walking around with every hot guy staring at your tits instead of listening to a word coming out of your mouth.” Katie said self satisfied.
“Katie, you need to listen to yourself.” Leah pleaded. “You sound completely deranged.”
Katie turned with a slow, dangerous smile. “My name isn’t Katie anymore.”
She approached Layla, each click of her new heels echoing across the bathroom like a countdown. Layla backed away until the counter pressed against her lower back, leaving nowhere else to retreat.
“Katie was the pathetic little virgin who went home crying because you called her clothes ugly.” She said. “Katie spent Friday nights studying while girls like you got drunk, got spoiled and got fucked by every gorgeous guy on campus. Katie believed that being clever and kind would eventually make someone notice her.”
She leaned closer, her perfume surrounding Layla as thoroughly as her presence did. “Kayla knows better.”
Layla stared at her. “Kayla?”
“Queen Kayla.” She corrected. “You should practice kneeling, because you’re going to be doing a lot of it.”
“I will find a way to stop you!” Leah said defiantly that made Kayla chuckle.
“You’re serious aren’t you? I admire the fire babe. Maybe I can make you part of my clique, like a sex pet that can lick up my juices after a guy has railed me. In the end I will make you kneel for me.” Kayla said with no ounce of irony.
“Not in a million years.” Leah said.
Kayla’s eyes narrowed. “You still think you get to give orders, how cute.”
Kayla’s manicured hand shot out pulled Layla close, ignoring the startled protest that escaped her. Leah placed both hands against Kayla’s shoulders and tried to push herself free, but the enchanted breasts grew warmer beneath Kayla’s fitted top, swelling subtly against the fabric as though they had sensed their former owner nearby.
The breasts pulsed. A deep wave of pleasure travelled through Kayla, but the energy flowing into Leah was different. It was soft, heavy and smothering, spreading through her thoughts like warm fog. Her frantic struggles weakened almost at once, her fingers loosening against Kayla’s sides as the magic dulled every instinct urging her to escape.
Kayla laughed quietly and stroked Leah’s hair.
“That’s right.” She whispered. “Breathe me in.”
Leah’s resistance slowed. Kayla felt the precise moment panic became confusion. The body in her arms stopped fighting with purpose, and Leah’s hands remained resting at Kayla’s waist as though she could no longer remember whether she had placed them there to push or to hold.
A faint sound escaped Leah, something halfway between a protest and a sleepy sigh.
Kayla’s smile sharpened. She could feel the breasts consuming every spark of pride that had once made Leah dangerous, smoothing her ambitions away and replacing them with a blissful need for simplicity.
The breasts pulsed again, and her shoulders slumped as the final tension drained from them. Kayla watched with growing delight as Leah’s fingers curled into the fabric at her waist, no longer attempting to escape but clinging to her for support.
“That feels better, doesn’t it?” Kayla asked. “You spent so long trying to be the clever, gorgeous queen who controlled everyone, and now you never have to make another difficult decision.”
Leah gave a weak, muffled murmur.
“Tell me who makes the decisions.”
There was a long pause while the magic rearranged the thought inside Leah’s clouded mind. When she finally answered, her voice was soft and distant.
“You do.”
Kayla moaned with satisfaction, cradling Leah more possessively as the answer sent heat rippling through her transformed body.
“And who is the most beautiful bitch on campus?”
“You are.”
“Who deserves everyone’s attention?”
“You do.”
“Who do you obey?”
Leah hesitated for only a heartbeat.
“Queen Kayla.”
Kayla pulled her away at last and titled Leah’s chin upward. Kayla stroked her thumb across Leah’s cheek with condescending affection. “You were such a vicious bitch when you had these breasts, yet underneath all that attitude, this is apparently what you were always meant to be.”
Kayla released her chin and turned them both toward the bathroom mirror. She stood behind Leah, magnificent and towering in her transformed beauty, while the former queen rested willingly against her, waiting for instructions.
“You are going to introduce your friends to their new queen, and whenever one of them has trouble accepting me, you can show them exactly how wonderful it feels to stop resisting.” Kayla ordered.
Leah nodded eagerly. “Yes, Queen Kayla.”
Kayla guided her toward the door with one hand resting possessively at the back of her neck. But instead of going through it, Kayla locked it and leaned close enough for her glossy lips to brush Leah’s ear.
“But first you’re going to pay tribute to your Queen.” Kayla said and walked back to the mirror and slid her perfect ass onto the counter. She spread her legs and leant back lazily.
“Well don’t just stand there slave, get to work.” Kayla said with authority and Leah knelt down in front of her, removing her underwear and diving head first under Kayla’s skirt. Kayla allows a satisfied smirk to cross her lips and she sighed in pleasure. “I told you that you’d kneel for me.”
“You’ve had a long day, my love. Let me choose the movie tonight. I'm sure you'll love it.”
She barely had time to nod before the screen flickered to life. At first it looked like any ordinary movie: soft music, gentle colors... But then the image shifted subtly.
During a scene transition, a slow, elegant spiral began to turn in the center of the screen. Black and gold, velvet-smooth, pulling inward with alluring grace. Delicate patterns bloomed and faded along its edges like smoke and starlight. The music deepened, low and pulsing, wrapping around her ears.
“Look at it,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, right beside her ear. “Just watch the spiral for me. You don’t have to think. You don’t have to choose. I’ve already chosen everything for you tonight.”
The spiral turned lazily, drawing her gaze deeper with every spin. It felt alive, breathing, pulsing, inviting her in. Colors bled softly at the edges: deep crimson, midnight blue, warm amber that reminded her of his eyes when he looked at her like she was the only thing in his world.
“You’re already sinking, aren’t you?” His fingers brushed lightly along her arm. “I can see it in your face. That soft little flutter in your eyelids. The way your body is starting going limp against me. Good girl. Just keep watching. Let the spiral pull you exactly where I want you.”
The spiral spun faster now, yet somehow slower at the same time — a delicious contradiction that made her mind slip. Thoughts that tried to form simply unraveled, turning into warm, silky threads that the spiral wound tighter and tighter around itself.
“My voice is part of it now,” he whispered, lips grazing her temple. “Every word I speak slides right into that beautiful, emptying mind of yours. You feel it, don’t you? How safe it feels to let go. How right it feels when I take control. You’ve fought so hard to keep your little independence… but deep down you’ve always known it belongs to me.”
The spiral’s center seemed to open like an abyss of velvet darkness, inviting her to fall. The room around her faded. The couch, the walls, even the feeling of her own body grew distant and dreamy. Only the spiral remained — and his voice, rich and impossibly close.
“Deeper now, my love. Let yourself drift. Let yourself dissolve into it. Every turn strips away another layer of resistance. Every pulse melts your will a little more. You’re becoming so soft for me… so open… so perfectly obedient.”
His hand slid up to cradle the back of her neck, thumb stroking gently, anchoring her even as she floated away.
“You see how easy this is? I choose the movie. I choose what you watch. I choose what you feel. And right now I choose for you to sink… deeper… and deeper… into my control. As I choose what you follow and and crave for. My desires. My rules. My love.”
The spiral filled the entire screen now, pulsing in time with her slowing heartbeat. Her lips parted slightly, breath shallow and even. Her body felt heavy, warm, and utterly relaxed against his side.
“That’s it… just like that. No more fighting. No more pretending you have a choice. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And every time the spiral turns, that truth sinks deeper into your core.”
He leaned in, with his voice sounding like the only thoughts in her emptying mind:
I want to be hypnotized again so badly. I am so happy it works on me. I so badly want someone else to take control and drop me deeper and deeper and follow commands before I even know that I'm doing it
Best friends support your decision. They support you go big. They support your secret dreams, your true self, the true you, and they force you to admit your deepest needs. With a little help from your friends you will do it. You be able to give in, to obey your need to appear how you feel, truly feel about yourself and who you are, who you truly are and want to be. They see right through you, and when you finally do it, when you become it, when you appear like it, they celebrate with you. They hug you, for you have done it. You have outdone yourself and you really raised the bar this time.
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