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Tits on a Train (Rwby titnosis/bimbofication)
🕑 Added 2022-01-12 18:01:02 +0000 UTCHi folks!
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Another two stories today! This first one was a commission I got just before I went on hiatus, and the commissioner was very patient waiting for it until after I returned. I hope you enjoy!
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The train journey to Atlas was a long affair – you couldn’t just cross from one kingdom to another in the blink of an eye no matter how much you might wish to, after all. Unless you were Raven, at least, but Yang had found that her mother was of the criminally unhelpful sort, and probably wouldn’t have done the group any favours even if she hadn’t run off after the battle of Haven. That was fine though – the blonde had spent enough of her life chasing after that woman’s shadow. Giving up on her was like putting down a weight she’d been carrying for far, far too long. She had more important things to worry about now, anyway – like saving the world, and keeping Ruby out of trouble.
She was probably off to a bad start with that second one though – as soon as the train had set off Ruby had vanished along with Qrow, babbling about some famous old scythe user being onboard a few carriages up. It was probably fine though – Weiss had gone along to make sure the younger girl behaved herself, and Blake… Well, Blake had run off saying she thought she’d seen something suspicious and wanted to talk to the conductor.
Maybe Yang should have gone with her, but her feelings towards Blake right now were kind of complicated? And in that messy way that left her uncertain what her complicated feelings were, at that. She was happy to have her partner back, make no mistake, but… Well, it was complicated. Whatever. She’d work it out eventually.
Which meant that Yang had been left alone in team RWBY’s cabin – JNR and the others having taken their own rooms up the hall. Awesome! Sure, the blonde was a social gal and all, but she still hadn’t entirely recovered from her time spent in self-isolation after the loss of her arm, and really after the busy morning they’d spent getting packed and boarded, she was ready for a little relaxing solitude.
Ker-chack!
Well, as relaxing as riding in a train where the whole carriage jumped on the tracks every few minutes could be.
… So the knock on the room door not five minutes after the train had set out was less than appreciated.
“Who is it?” She half called, half yawned – oh wow, the early start really had exhausted her. She was more of a night owl than an early worm, so that made sense.
“Ticket collector!” Replied a female voice from the hallway – an oddly familiar one, actually. Hadn’t she heard them somewhere before? Maybe while they were boarding…
Tch. Yang grunted and got to her feet. She could have sworn that Weiss had already dealt with this ticket stuff. Oh well, whatever. Grumbling, she grabbed the pack where they’d kept all their paperwork and wandered over towards the door, sliding it open. “Okay, what do you- Hey!”
A second too late, she recognised the smirking woman in a conductor’s hat standing outside her door. Cinder Fall might have once been a mistress of disguise, but her wounds during the fall of Beacon had left her rather distinctive – there was little she could do to hide her missing eye, after all. They had not, however, reduced her speed or sapped her strength, as Yang found out when the quick little viper of a woman struck forwards, knocking the blonde off of her feet and onto her back, the fall maiden kneeling over her, a fireball in her hand held directly over the huntress’s face.
“Hello there Yang. Mind if I come in?”
Yang growled, almost pushing the other woman off her and starting a fight – but she knew the power of the fall maiden was strong enough to punch through her aura without difficulty. That fireball was a lethal threat. Cinder had the advantage here, and the blonde wasn’t an idiot. If she wanted to get out of this, she needed to play along for a bit.
Ker-chack!
“I thought you were dead. What the hell are you doing here, you-” She bit herself off as the fireball drifted closer, the black-haired villain looking all too amused at her defiance.
“Raven’s betrayal was an upset to my plans, but I persevere anyway.” Cinder’s smirk turned cruel. “Did anyone ever tell you that you look like her, by the way? Maybe you can make it up to me in her place~” And then her free hand began to play with the blonde’s top, slowly unbuttoning it…
“Wh-what the hell?” Yang shifted, preparing to throw the other woman off – she was more than strong enough to do so – before, again, that fireball sparked and drew her attention back.
“That pathetic excuse for a bandit queen may be gone,” the maiden explained casually, fingers plucking another button loose. “But I think humiliating her daughter will be a good start on my revenge. It’ll give her an idea of what I’ll be doing to her once I find her again.
‘Oh great. Thanks mom.’ Yang gritted her teeth. Once again, her mother had proven to be far, far more trouble than she was worth. To think she’d spent so many years looking for the woman… And now, as thanks, here was a villain with magical powers looking to do who knew what to her for the slight Raven had dealt her. She should have taken up knitting instead. “Look, I don’t know what she did to you, but trust me, mom doesn’t give a damn if you kill me or not.”
“Kill you?” Cinder chuckled as she finished opening the blonde’s top, removing her bra with a snap of her fingers and a rush of flame. “Oh Yang, I have far, far more interesting things to do with you than just kill you.” Then her eye flicked, briefly, to the doorway. “Neo, close the door and make sure no one disturbs us. This will require privacy.”
“Neo?!” Wait, that small pink haired bitch was here?!? Ignoring how her breasts were now fully exposed Yang looked towards the hall, and caught a flash of pink just before the door slammed shut. “How the hell did you get her to work with you? Didn’t you get her boss killed?!”
Ker-chack!
“Me? No no,” the maiden laughed, as if Yang has just told one of her trademark killer puns. “I didn’t kill him. Your sister was the one that killed him. And Neo would like to discuss that with Ruby very, very much. Something you’re going to help us with.”
They were after Ruby? Like hell! The blonde’s eyes flashed red. “I’ll never help you hurt Ruby.”
But Cinder just looked smug. “You don’t think so? Well, Yang…” The fireball in her hand began to twist, thick, dark lines starting to creep over its surface, flames swirling together in a spiralling pattern. “You were never very good at thinking in the first place. So why don’t you watch my little flame here, and let me help you be the brainless bimbo you were always meant to be, hm~?”
Wh-what…? A bimbo? Was that what Cinder thought of her? The blonde growled again, the red in her eyes growing stronger, even as she found herself staring into the spiralling flame that was being held over her face. The maiden’s plan was all too clear. This was supposed to hypnotise her, was it? Then…
… Then why didn’t she feel anything weird from it? Wasn’t this kind of thing supposed to make you feel sleepy and confused? It was supposed to lure you into a hypnotic trance or something at the very least, right? Everyone knew that. But Yang felt fine. Angry, sure, enraged even, but aside from that she felt completely clearheaded. This spiral thing wasn’t affecting her at all.
And that must have showed, because Cinder was looking annoyed. There was no trace of her smug attitude left on her face – in fact, the mighty maiden looked just a touch nervous.
And Yang, despite still having a blazing hot metaphorical knife to her throat, wasn’t the sort who could resist mocking an opponent when things went wrong. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to say ‘You are feeling veeeerrryyy sleeeepppyyy’ too? I don’t know how this is supposed to hypnotise me if you’re not going to give it the full effort.”
Cinder frowned, her one eye glaring down at her captive. “How are you doing this?” She muttered – more to herself than to Yang. “This technique has worked on countless others. How are you resisting me?”
Yang just smirked. “I guess I’m not as much of a bimbo as you thought, huh?”
“Insolence!” Cinder snarled, the flaming spiral in her hand twisting harder, faster – and to just as much effect as before. “You are a bimbo, Yang! Just look at you! That hair, those tits! Even the way you speak – you’re a brainless, pathetic bimbo that deserves nothing more than-”
Ker-chack!
The carriage bounced – and as it did, Yang’s breasts bounced to, jiggling in place, just as Cinder’s eye glanced towards them.
“- Than… Than… Uh…” And suddenly her speech stumbled. The two women blinked at one another, both confused by her abrupt stop. “Um…”
Yang interrupted her before she could get her thoughts back on track. “Okay, first? No one insults the hair, this stuff is glorious.” That was important to get out there. “Second, you okay there? You kind of trailed off in the middle of insulting me. What’s the matter, run out of steam?”
“Sh-shut up,” Cinder growled, shaking herself and trying to remember where she’d left off. She’d just been looking at Yang’s tits when-
Ker-chack!
Boing!
-when… When…
… Wow…
Yang shifted uncomfortably as Cinder fell completely silent, more than a little confused at the direction this had taken. She wasn’t exactly feeling threatened anymore – in fact, as she watched, the fireball that had been threatening her vanished in a puff of smoke. Now the woman responsible for the fall of Beacon, as well as numerous other problems in her life, was just sort of sat staring at her.
“Oooohkay…” Enough was enough. Yang slid her arms free of Cinder’s grip and slid herself backwards, out from under the villain and giving herself some room. Cinder didn’t move – save her head following the blonde around the room. No wait, she was following…
“What the hell are you staring at, perv?” Yang yelped, covering her exposed chest with one arm and glaring at the other woman.
It was only when her line of sight to the blonde’s chest was broken that Cinder blinked and seemed to come back to herself. Shaken, she reached up to touch her forehead. “What- What was I…?” Her thoughts were thick and slow – trying to think was like trying to shake up the sediment at the bottom of a bottle that had been left to sit for too long; stubborn and unresponsive. Something had caused her mind to just, just settle, like water in a dammed river…
Yang, of course, didn’t know any of that – she just knew that her very dangerous enemy had just revived after stalling for some unknown reason. And that while she seemed dazed and confused, if she recovered fully it was very, very likely that she was going to turn this entire train carriage into a heap of molten slag. So she did the only reasonable thing she could do.
“Haah!” She charged, barrelling into Cinder and knocking her back down, the two tumbling over one another across the compartment, until they ended up in the reversed position from where they’d started – with Yang now crouched over Cinder, pinning her to the ground. “And stay d-huh?”
She’d expected her opponent to fight her – to actually be struggling, at the very least, and possibly summoning magic at the worst. She had not expected the woman to just go still again, laying beneath her as limp as a doll and staring up at her- Ah.
Yang blushed. Her chest was still uncovered, and Cinder was staring right at her tits again. Huhm.
“Again with this?” The blonde sounded exasperated, even to herself. “God, Cinder, I never knew you were such a boob fiend…”
The maiden just stared. Yang thought she heard her whisper something, just under her breath. “What was that?”
Cinder wet her lips, eyes still rooted on the huntress’s chest. “… Boob… fiend…”
The blonde paused, frowning. Carefully, she leaned to the left, and then to the right, watching as Cinder’s eye tracked her faithfully from side to side. She bounced her chest a little, and heard the maiden’s breath hitch. Then she went still, and thought for a bit, sitting calmly on Cinder’s stomach.
“Holy shit,” she finally decided. “You’re hypnotised.”
“Hypno… tised…” Cinder blankly agreed.
“Or should I say… Titnotised?” Yang waited for the inevitable groan that usually followed her puns. When none came, she figured that was the strongest evidence for hypnosis that she’d ever heard. “Wow, you really got it bad. Huh.”
Now, there are a few things you can do when you discover you have hypnotic boobs. You could immediately bind your chest and swear never to use such a dangerous power. You could wonder, with quite reasonable incredulity, how the hell you came to possess such a trait. Or, if you found yourself in the company of a mortal enemy who absolutely wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of these things if your position was reversed, well…
A smirk crept across Yang’s face, and she leaned down, letting her chest fill Cinder’s vision. “Okay then, Cindy! Remind me… What was it you were going to do to me with that little hypnoball of yours again?”
The maiden was actually starting to drool a little as she found herself helplessly answering, her voice completely monotone. “Was gunna… turn your brains to mush… Make you into a mindless… big titted bimbo slave… Use you as an example for Raven… And to get to Ruby…”
Yang snorted. “Still calling me a bimbo, huh? Well I’m not the one drooling over a pair of tits.” She grinned hefted her chest for a moment, enjoying the way it made Cinder’s eye bounce. And then a wicked idea occurred to her. An idea for how to test just how deep her control of the other woman went…
“So- what was it? – a ‘big titted bimbo slave’, Cinder? Well, I think that’s a great idea! With just one tiny, minor change… You’re a dumb bitch, aren’t you Cindy?” The blonde smiled, without a single hint of mercy.
Cinder groaned – as if some part of her knew what was about to happen, but couldn’t do anything to stop it. “Nnn-nuh-nnnot… dumb…”
“Oh yes you are~” Yang cooed, giving her breasts another heft and enjoying the way the maiden shuddered underneath her. “I know you think you’re this big smart sassy schemer, but these big boobs here say you’re dumber than a post – and who are you going to listen to? My tits, or the dumb dumb brain stuck staring at them?”
“I… I… T-tits…” Oh yeah, Cinder was really starting to drool now. Yang could practically see her boobs taking up more and more space in her head – and leaving less and less space for her brain. Best to shrink that down so she didn’t go pop~
“That’s right! My tits are the boss now, and you’re a dumb, dumb little dummy who doesn’t know any better. But that’s alright – just let my boobs tell you everything about how things are going to be from now on. All you’ve gotta do, is stop thinking.”
“S-s-ssstop… thinking…?” Cinder gasped, her breath hitching. Yang could see it in her eyes – a growing dullness, a glaze of vapidity… but also, the embers of resistance. Her words were having an effect, but the fall maiden was still trying to fight. That would never do.
“That’s right.” Yang nodded. Then, gently, she scooped her arms underneath Cinder’s head, lifting her up off the ground slightly. “In fact, let me help with that!” Then she shoved the woman’s face right between her tits.
Cinder’s body jolted once, every muscle going stiff for a split second – then she relaxed, completely and utterly, going limp in Yang’s arms, drool starting to pour out of her loose hanging jaw. She was well and truly utterly tranced.
“That’s a good girl,” said Yang, who was all too happy to take advantage of the fact as she gently stroked the other woman’s hair. “Just stop thinking. No more thoughts. Just a nice, empty, relaxed head… Good girl~”
She could feel it working – feel Cinder’s body shiver, just a little, as she gave in. And she knew that now, at last, the maiden she was cradling in her arms was truly mindless. The wind was whistling in through one ear and out the other. Now was the time to strike at her core.
“Good, good. That’s a very good girl. Now.” Yang leaned down, without removing Cinder from her nice nestled nook in her cleavage. “I’m going to tell you something that is going to become the foundation of your entire existence, understand? It’s going to be entirely, completely, undeniably true, and I want you to engrave it onto your very soul, okay?”
There was a quiet moan from her tits that might have been a yes. Yang smiled and nodded, before putting her lips right against Cinder’s ear and unleashed her ultimate attack.
“You are my big titted bimbo slave~” she whispered, “and you absolutely love it.”
That was a big one. Another jolt ran through Cinder, her eyes rolling up in her head as the command slipped into her soul and took route. Without a doubt or so much as a shred of resistance, she believed those words to be true with all of her heard – she was Yang’s big titted bimbo slave, and she loved it.
Several things suddenly happened at once. The most noticeable one was Cinder’s moan as her brains began to shrink. Whatever difficulties she’d had over the years, she’d still arranged for the fall of an entire academy underneath the most powerful man on Remnant’s feet – she was a smart woman. Or, she had been. Because as soon as Yang’s order slipped into her brain, it took a fire axe to the kneecaps of her intellect, and kept on hacking until what was left in her head probably wouldn’t have filled a McSchnee’s puzzleo sheet – the kind for kids to fill in with crayons. Knowledge and sense was thrown out of her brain, discarded as senseless trash as the woman was totally convinced she had less brains than a potato. The process was quick and brutal, and by the time it was done, the vapid look in her eye would tell everyone who looked what they needed to know about the lack of activity behind it.
The second most noticeable – at least to Yang – was a sudden pressure against her belly. Confused, she pushed Cinder back – exposing her drooly, blank face once again – only to find that the source of the pressure was the other woman’s chest. Specifically, her breasts, which were growing bigger by the second. Stunned, the blonde could only watch as the maiden’s dark dress ripped open, her tits swelling to almost the size of her head before settling down.
And then the third most noticeable thing followed a moment later, as Cinder’s torn dress suddenly morphed, turning into a pink sundress that wrapped around her chest and hips like a second skin, held up by a pair of thin plastic straps over her shoulders – and her hair suddenly lightened, the black bleaching out and being replaced by a warm honey colour from the roots outward, until there was no sign of darkness left. Even her eyepatch turned into a little pink heart.
Yang stared at her, mouth hanging open in shock. Apparently, the words ‘big titted bimbo slave’ had meant a very specific mental image to Cinder…
… Who was now giggling as she began to recover from her trance. “Mmm, that was like, super fun Mistress!” She said in a voice that sounded nothing like her normal, smug tones. This Cinder sounded more like a valley girl than a seductress. “Wanna do it again?”
Blink. Blink. “Um. Come again?”
“Ohhh, I’d love to!” The newly-made blonde reached up and squeezed her seriously enhanced chest with a wide smile. “How would you like to play with me, Mistress?”
Blink. Blink. Nope, she was still there. Still offering up her tits with an eager expression on her face. “Wow. So you’re… You’re really…”
“I’m a big titted bimbo slave!” Cinder – or, Cindy, now – giggled, her chest jiggling along with her. “Your big titted bimbo slave, Mistress. And I’m all yours to use as you please!”
Yang swallowed. Holy crap, had her chest done all this? Had the trance she put Cinder in actually physically transformed the woman? This was incredible! The power at her finger tips – or, at some kind of tips, anyway – was amazing! There was so much she could use this kind of thing for – so much good she could do in the world with this new power.
The blonde eyed the other blonde for a moment, and then her eyes slipped over to the door. Actually, come to think of it, she knew exactly what kind of good she could do right now, if she wanted to.
“Oh Cindy,” she called, her voice taking on a nice sing-song lilt as she shrugged the rest of her top off and left it on the floor. She gave her chest a few test flexes. “Why don’t you call that other friend of yours in here, so we can give her a taste of these as well?” She grinned viciously. “Let’s find out what they can really do.”
The train journey to Atlas was a long affair – and suddenly, she had a lot of fun ideas for how she was going to spend every second of it~
