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[jordanleighsblog]

Just a girl with a big vibes ❤️👌

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Carpool

“I seriously cannot keep doing this, because getting from my apartment to campus every morning without a car is a complete nightmare of a routine. The bus is always late, the walk is miserable, and by the time I get to my first lecture my hair is frizzy, my shoes are damp, and I already want to go back to bed. I wish you weren’t at school at the other side of the city, then we could go together but I am going to ask around and see whether anyone wants to carpool, because I am done wasting half my life dragging myself across the city like some exhausted little goblin.”

⸻

“You are going to hate this, because the person who offered me a ride was Sienna, and yes, I mean that Sienna, the gorgeous spoiled girl who struts around campus like she owns every building. I still cannot stand her smug face, her perfect curls, or those ridiculously expensive clothes she wears like she was born in them, but I need the lift badly enough that I said yes. Honestly I surprised her highness even offered the ride but if I have to sit in the back of her ridiculous luxury car and listen to her and her little clique talk for twenty minutes every morning, then fine, I will suffer through it.”

⸻

“The ride was annoyingly pleasant, which is inconvenient because I wanted to keep hating her properly. Her car smelled amazing, the seats were warm before I even sat down, and when I glanced at myself in the window mirror I swear my skin looked clearer and my hair looked less hopeless than it had that morning. Sienna told me I had pretty eyes, Chloe said I was hiding a really good figure under those sad baggy jumpers, and Madison said I would look incredible if I straightened my hair. I still don’t know how truthful or sarcastic any of it was but obviously I spent the rest of the day thinking about it.”

⸻

“I sat in the front seat today, because Sienna said she wanted to take more of me in, which I thought was a weird way of phrasing it. I thought I would feel intimated being in the hot seat but honestly the whole thing felt weirdly thrilling. Riding shotgun with her was like getting some weird approval from royalty and I know this is going to sound crazy but it was like the car approved too. It felt better up front. The mirror flap kept catching my reflection and making me look softer and prettier somehow, and by the time we got to campus I already felt, well, kind of hot. Then they dragged me shopping instead of class, Sienna picked out a fitted top, Chloe found a tiny skirt, Madison helped me with my makeup, and I actually heard myself say, ‘Don’t I look hawt in this new skirt and top?’ like some bratty little bitch, and honestly, I did.”

⸻

“You know what is strange, I ended up driving Sienna’s car this morning after she complained she was too tired and needed both hands free to fix her makeup, and the second I put my hands on the wheel it felt so damn right. I thought riding as a passenger felt good, being the driver feels like getting supercharged. The car must be some smart AI car or something because the seat shifted for me, the mirrors angled perfectly, and I got this rush like the car was purring under me, as though it preferred me in charge, like for a brief moment I was the queen bee. I think it may have gone to my head because when some plain girl clipped my shoulder outside the library I made her apologise in front of everyone, which was mean, yes, but it was also satisfying as hell.”

⸻

“I drove again today, Sienna was nursing a hangover, and now I am starting to think there is something about that car, because every time I get behind the wheel I end up looking better by the time I get out. My hair was straighter, my waist looked tighter in this red mini dress, my lips looked fuller. Like don’t my tits look amazing? It’s probably some extra feature Sienna paid for that adds a filter to the mirrors but I can’t say that it’s not a huge ego boost. When some bitch at the coffee shop tried to cut in front of me, I told her she should worry less about getting a coffee and more about that tragic cheap blouse, and Chloe and Madison nearly cried laughing, which only made me feel hotter. Sienna meanwhile only gave a little chuckle.”

⸻

“I am starting to understand what Sienna really is, and that is not some natural born queen, it is just the girl who happened to be sitting in the right seat for long enough. I took the keys from her today and insisted I drive and she didn’t even put up a fight. How pathetic is that? I think the car likes me more anyway. She looked tired, drained even. Her hair looked flatter, her makeup was not hitting quite the same, and even her voice sounded weaker when she snapped at people. Meanwhile I looked fucking unreal. Don’t I look like an absolute baddie? I know you agree because I see that bulge in your pants baby but you can’t have any tonight because I have to attend the sorority mixer. I practically organized the whole thing because Sienna has been dropping the ball so much lately. I can’t believe she wastes power she clearly does not deserve. Anyway don’t wait up!”

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“You keep saying I sound arrogant like it’s a bad thing, I can’t help it if saying I’m an alpha bitch sounds conceded when it’s true. Everyone knows it’s true. Even the car! It unlocks for me before I reach it now, the music starts on my playlist, and Chloe and Madison look at me for instructions before they even glance at Sienna, who by the way has been relegated to being in the back seat with Chloe and Madison rotating the seat next to me. It’s adorable how they are vying for my attention. Which is hilarious when you remember whose car it technically is. I think it was making Sienna seethe with jealously because she tried to make a crack about Chloe’s shoes. I told her to shut the fuck up because her tantrum was boring. The girls laughed, and the look on Sienna’s face was so wounded and pathetic that I nearly smiled all through lunch.”



⸻

“Sienna tried to reclaim the driver’s seat this morning, which was cute in a desperate little washed up bitch sort of way. She was saying some nonsense about how she only offered me a ride in the first place so she could drain my smarts but the car turned against her. Honestly it was cringe. I told her she didn’t deserve the car and that I would be taking it off her hands now. I handed her the registration I told her to sign it over to me. She tried to argue but I told her I would step on her neck with my heel until she changed it. She signed it fast after that. I slid into the drivers seat as its new owner and smiled through the window and drove off as I watched Sienna stay sobbing on the sidewalk. It is my car now, my clique, my campus, and frankly she should be grateful I only left her stranded instead of humiliating her properly.”

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“Oh, stop staring at me like I have broken your heart, because this is honestly the funniest part of the whole thing. I am the hottest, best dressed, most feared bitch on campus, I drive up like I own the fucking university, and people practically trip over themselves to please me, and you expect me to stay being your girlfriend? I cannot be seen with a loser like you anymore, and I definitely cannot drag around some boyfriend who remembers when I was a shy, frizzy haired nobody begging for bus fare, so I am dumping you before your mediocrity stains my reputation. That girl is dead, darling, and the new queen bee standing in front of you would not piss on you if you were on fire, so do us both a favour and get lost before I start laughing.”

[luisflakis]

🔥🔥🔥🔥

[thenewbimbotrainingacademy]

A favorite of the Bimbo Training Academy.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Denial is absolutely a form of corruption there's no better way to put it.

Imagine a dynamic that uses your denial against you, mandating denial for you by forcing you to have a unique orgasm with each and every release you earn, making you worse and worse each time you're allowed to cum.

Maybe you'll get lucky the first few times. I make you cum giving you head, fingering you, fucking you normally, using a vibrator on you. Then it gets a bit less typical. Making you use a dildo on yourself while you gag on my cock, or touching yourself while I jerk off onto your face. Weeks pass until you can finally cum from having your ass fucked,

Maybe you'll have to agree to accept a new twisted form of forced orgasm in order to cum. Finally agreeing after extended denial and teasing that leaves you feral enough to actually want me to experiment on you. Or maybe I won't give you a choice at all, forcing you to undergo new, twisted humiliations whenever I feel like making you cum. It could be weeks before I force you to try something new for me, weeks before you're finally denied enough to orgasm how i want you to. Or I could make you do it multiple times a day just to see how fucking pathetic you can get for me in a short period of time.

It's only a matter of time before absolutely anything that's reasonable has been exhausted and you're relegated to completely pathetic orgasms while you hump away on a boot, or grind on your bedposts, desperately whining and crying while you miss the easy, sweet orgasms I gave you at the beginning of your corruption. A pathetic objectified little toy desperately and willingly getting worse just for a chance to cum again.

[gaynerds]

Being vers be like

[dumblilface]

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[sizebreed]

Her pregnancy has been absolutely legendary. Unforgettably colossal. I wish her all the best!

[boringkate]

You wanna log in? What's your username? No. What's your email address? What's your password? What code did we just send to your email address? Now what code did we just text to you? New IP address detected. We sent you an email. Click the link to confirm the new address. Scan your fingerprint. Turn on your camera for age verification. Sign the updated user agreement. Accept all cookies? That feature isn't available on the website. Download the app. Those features are in the app. The app that's really a web browser.

[consensualdomination]

You’re not corrupted, silly!

You’ve always been a lust-frenzied, sex-addicted submissive needy fucktoy

The real hypnosis is what happens next

[hypnocutie]

Hhhhhhh, the idea of trying to resist being hypnotized as I say “I feel funny…” and “what’s happening to me…?” As I’m all dazed and fuzzy only for the hypnotist to hush me and say “nothing, you’re just tired~” as my eyes grow heavier and I simply drool and nod along and comply…neeeddddd 💕

[fanterfane]

Malformed Merge!

A series where Star and Gabby accidentally merge with each other following a horrible teleporter incident! For Shadowxx25!

Gabby seems to have tons of fun being part Star, while Star is trying to focus on fixing them. It seems like he's losing that battle so far...

[qu1etpl3ase]

Angelic and classically empty.

📸: @upallweek

[hypnoswriter]

Nice.

[hypnoconditioning-dailly]

Before coming here ✨

You had behaviors and thoughts

[saturne21]

Eve Cherry 🍒

[domtherapy]

Therapy is full of harsh truths, like:

You are a good boy.

Good boys submit.

You are a good boy.

Good boys submit.

You are a good toy.

Good toys submit.

It’s completely okay for you to submit to your inner desires of subservience, as long as it makes you happy 🥰

[yourworstinfluence-deactivated2]

[abandoned-conscience]

I always warn future good girls who are new to this space that they need to be careful.

It all seems like innocent fun until you find yourself with your hand down your pants, mindlessly scrolling and rubbing each and every minute. You'll find yourself softly humping anything you can stick between your legs.

One day every notification will make your cunt soaking wet and your brain blank, knowing we're using you for pleasure.

Before long, you'll know that your purpose is to be an empty cockslut ready to obey whenever we need. You'll be ready to do anything to be told you're such a good girl.

[makemewobble]

Gem and their “Growing” collection

This is a requested prompt by a friend for a femboy who gets more than they bargained for in their pursuit for a hobby!

Please enjoy

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Gem had been getting bored lately. Their DMs were getting dry, the local dating scene was practically dead these days, and any social club and gathering just seemed to vanish in the last five months. With nothing more left to see, they decided to check out the local game store! (Ooh a femboy entering the nerd store! How dirty~)

The door rang with that cheap electronic speaker these old shops all installed. Gem walked and explored the first few shelves of merchandise, going over board games and the cheap toys you see in all those influencers on YouTube buy along with some pins and keychains. They continued on a little deeper into the store, going past the booster packs and anime figures and instead making a b-line right to the one item that got their heart racing. It was the gunpla and mini figurines section, an embarrassing hobby they had done their best to hide from their friends in fear of being seen as an outcast.

They were so engrossed in the inventory on display, the one employee on staff was completely unnoticed before clearing their throat and catching the attention of the newcomer. “Hey there, welcome to my shop! Don’t forget to grab a bite to eat while you look around!” Gem nearly jumped out of their skin and spun around to see the worker smiling and shook their head a little before responding, “you serve food here as well?” They asked before taking another whiff of the atmosphere and finally smelling the deep fried goods hiding in the back.

After a glance down to their waistline and pinching a roll, Gem sighed and drooped a little before a growl had emanated from their belly. Upon hearing that and seeing the melancholic look on the new shopper, they booked it to the back and started putting a lunch tray together. Rolling back out from the kitchenette, tray in one hand and a beer in the other hand, they set it down on a table and pat a chair “first meals free with purchase of a model set!” Being one to never skip out on a good deal, Gem parked their ass right in a folding chair and started digging in. The curly fries were perfectly crispy, the smash burger was dripping with just the right ratio of grease and sauce, and the beer was perfectly chilled. Each bite left a small mark on their body in the form of a bloated gut on their first visit.

With one meal finished and a gunpla kit in hand, Gem was burping and hiccuping on their way home from the shop. Smitten as can be, they were barely embarrassed by the scene they made in front of their growing crush! Gosh how could they just pig out in front of someone they met!? But that food was so good and the deal was even better! Once they were home though, almost everything went out of their mind as they got to their workstation and started on assembling the new kit. Like a person possessed, they meticulously separated each piece and splayed them out, connecting and assembling like a perfect machine. Though there was something weird behind the scenes here. Their shorts were getting just a bit more snug with each successful piece finished.

It was unknown to them now, but those kits were cursed! It would dull the owners senses and mind to their newfound gains when they started assembling them. They would feel compelled to finish them no matter how long it took them to do so. Once completed, the satisfaction from a job well done would be met with the desire to start another project, to go back to that shop and get just another meal, to stay and hang out more, to order more food each time. It was going to be a fun journey!

In the most recent visit to the shop, gem was offered to stay after closing for them to build their kits in a more private and focused space. The cook and shop owner knew what was going on since they last saw their new patron, yet another budding prodigy in the making~. Of course the after hours shop came with catering service for the V.I.P as to ensure they wouldn’t have to break focus on their crafts. The cook was working overtime to make sure they had enough to serve gem as they went to crafting.

Anytime they came back to the workshop they’d spot a few extra inches on their ass or waist, more blubber had found its way to their curves. A shiver of anticipation runs down the cooks spine while they wheel in another cart of curly fries and boneless wings sauced up to the point they’re swimming in it. At some point they just ended up feeding gem, focus unbroken but they were constantly scarfing down whatever they felt press against their lips as they continued to piece together kit after kit. The growing tightness of their cloths had gone completely unnoticed even when they ripped right open after hitting 300 pounds. Belly plopped down onto their lap, hips now overflowing and prompting the need for a second chair to be slipped under them. They swiped their forehead as they felt a bit of sweat dripping down, not realizing that an even layer was starting to coat their entire body as they continued to eat more of the grease laden food was being pushed past those perfectly lubricated lips. When the cook would reach down and massage the growing cauldron of a gut, Gem would release a shelf shaking burp before returning back to their hypnotic focus on kit crafting.

It wasn’t till they exhausted the shops inventory of incomplete kits, that they would finally take notice of their now massive body. Concern starts to flood their senses as they try to move but fall right back into the chair that had nearly stuck to their sweaty ass, knees not ready to handle that load. Panting and huffing, they look to the cook and realize a little more of what was going on as they see the cart next to the cook and their sauce stained hands, “what the fuck did you do to me?!” They shout to them. Our cook nearly jumps outof their skin when shouted at like that, turning to Gem with the leftover sauce bowl and slowly walking towards them. “What did I do to you? Not a damn thing. You’re the one who wouldn’t stop working on all those kits. Did you think that was gonna be free to go through all my inventory?” They ask, pressing a knee down between Gems leg while their belly pushes down into it. “Did you think you could just come back here and do all the work you wanted without consequences? Did you think you were gonna eat all my food and just walk out of here? Oh no, that’s not how this works.” They grab Gem by the hair and pull their head back and make them drink the sauce while slowly grinding against their gut

“You just happened to trigger my anti theft system is all. At first it was just the model kits, they’re a little special back here, turns out they come with a side effect of expanding ones waistline. Never learned why but I’m not complaining~.” They moan into Gems ear when they hear how much they’re struggling to keep pace with the sauce. “The second one was activated the moment you lost any self control and kept on making them. It’s just a little protocol I had installed to deter any folks from thinking they can do whatever they want.”

Gem was now panicking as they felt their belly continue to bulge out with every swallow, legs continuing to swell with fat. Soon the fattening bubbles up towards their arms and chest, feeling them soften up like clouds but heavy as lead. “Mmm, mmph!” They moan when their biggest crush is now slowly grinding against their gross body.

“Shush now my shining Gem~ it’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna make sure to take good care of ya.”

[hypnosubtyler]

Stench of a Man

Liam was wandering around outside the club he just got kicked out from for being too intoxicated. The night was only young at 1:04am and Liam wanted to stay out so he decided to take a little rest out back to regain himself.

About 2 minutes later and he started to walk back to the main street but he bumped into someone on the way back.

"Sorry mate, didn't see you there" Liam apologised, rubbing his eyes.

"No bother. Was hoping to meet someone tonight..." The man responded, smiling back.

"Woah.. what's that... thing??" Liam asked, stepping closer for a closer look.

"What do you mean?" The man responded, putting a confused look on his face like a mask.

"That... tail?" Liam pointed at it, and took a step back, scratching his head. He wasn't that drunk surely?

"Think you're imagining things boy..." The man stepped closer, and Liam felt a pull between them, nothing like he'd ever felt before.

Liam took a step forward again and talked to the man for a couple minutes before he suggested Liam came back to his place so they could talk properly. Liam agreed with little hesitation, still fuzzy in his head.

An hour later, they stepped out of a taxi and Liam walked up to the man's apartment.

"What's your name anyways?

"Sigurd. Come inside now, I'll get you a drink."

Sigurd handed Liam a glass of water which he downed instantly. The ride to Sigurd's apartment was long, and there was a strange smell in the taxi that seemed to linger in Liam's mouth.

Within seconds, Liam's head grew heavy and he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and fell asleep.

While Liam was sleeping, Sigurd couldn't help but smile. He loved this part, where he was waiting for his prey to awaken. They never know what's about to hit them...

Three hours passed before Liam woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he tried to move. But he couldn't. He was stuck. Paralysed.

Sigurd sat opposite, admiring his catch.

"Wh-whats happening?" Liam quivered, trying to get up and run.

"Everything is falling into place" Sigurd responded, stroking one of his tails, "see, they were real all along, you shouldn't have doubted yourself. he laughed.

"Someone will notice I'm missing, you won't get away with what you're planning!"

"Heard it a thousand times before. Never stopped me. Now. shall be begin" Sigurd softly said across the room, before taking a big breath in and...

ppppffffttttttt

Thick, green, gas came pooling out from behind Sigurd and a foul stench filled the air. Sigurd couldn't hold back his cackling as the gas filled the air, "oh I love this part..."

Liam couldn't hold is breath any longer, the foul smell began to find its way into his nose and his mouth, infecting his entire body.

Liam's body twitched and spasmed as more and more gas entered his lungs. Not long after, a black and white fur blanked wrapped its way around Liam's body, encasing him whole, keeping him trapped.

"That's right Liam... let my stench take over your body. You will soon be mine. You will soon join me and my subjects and we will take over this town one man at a time."

Liam's eyes were fully rolled back into his head now, he was barely conscious the the world around him, all he could smell was the foul stench of Sigurd, and all he could hear were Sigurd's words.

But inside his mind... Liam was trying to fight it, he was trying a shard as he could to move, to yell out, anything to save himself. But it was no use...

"I guess you'd like to know, why you? Why did I choose you to become one of us? The greatest thing is. I didn't. He did..."

Sigurd stepped aside and a man came wandering around the corner.

"Remember him?" Sigurd jeered.

Liam managed to make a slighting grunting sound, after recognising the man as someone he met while inside one of the clubs. They got talking, had lots of drinks together, but he disappeared when Liam went to the toilet.

Now that he was remembering more, Liam did remember how he started to feel even drunker after the man left him and he finished his drink...

"I had Troy here seek a mate out himself, yesterday, he was in your position. And now he needs someone to be with, roam the night with. And he chose you. How romantic. He's very new to this though, hence why he's still dressed in the clothes he was wearing where I stole him from after his basketball game. But that's something you can do together."

Liam eventually loses consciousness altogether and collapses to the ground.

"Ugh... I hate it when this happens. So weak. Troy... Finish him off and go take him to get changed before coming back." Sigurd demanded, heading out back into the night.

"Yes Sir" moaned Troy, stepping closer to Liam, pulling his face up by the chin and staring into his eyes...

The way Troy's eyes glowed as the smell continued to seep into Liam's system was making Liam feel so ethereal. He didn't even feel like he was inside his body anymore. The pleasure was building and no more thoughts about running were invading his mind.

"Come with me my new mate. We must make ourselves presentable for our Master and finish you off completely."

Troy pulled Liam to the next room, shut the door and a faint...

pppfffttt

could be heard from the other side.

20 minutes later, Troy emerged from the room, dressed in a luxury suit, not long followed by Liam who steps out looking exactly the same, with an added tail on his back.

Liam's transformation is complete and he couldn't be happier.

Liam and Troy can't hold their excitement any longer and gave into their instincts, embracing one another into a tight kiss.

Sigurd watches from a distance, gleeful at his most recent transformation, taking in the fumes that Liam and Troy were letting out in excitement.

Soon... all the men of the city will become one of them...