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Hypnotized, Part 4 - Female Version
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Summary: For a college assignment, Violet allows herself to be hypnotized. Contains: Female: breast expansion, butt expansion, eventual pregnancy, belly expansion, lactation.
Note: This is the female version of Hypnotized.
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Dean stared for a while longer before snapping out of his reverie. He quickly climbed up from beneath Violet and hurried over to the fridge. He needed to get Violet some food, because as it was, Violets body was forcefully producing it.
Dean returned shortly with a large pan of cold lasagna he had been saving for just that study date. Quickly ripping off the foil, he set it in front of Violet. Here.
Violet gave him a shaky look for a moment, before turning to the lasagna and digging in, bare-handed. As she did, the stream of milk from her breasts steadied to a consistent dripping, Violet barely seeming to be aware as the round mounds jiggled and white droplets dripped into the pasta dish.
Dean blankly watched Violet stuff her face. In only moments, Violet had made her way through half of the two-foot pan, yet she continued eating. The tray as a whole had to be at least 12,000 calories, yet Violet continued to eat. Once Violet had finished the whole lasagna, and far exceeded the 500-calorie requirement of the hypnotism, Violet leaned back in her seat, breathing heavily, her full breasts heaving up and down, distended nipples continuing to freely drip milk. Violets stomach looked bloated and her face was flushed. Dean couldnt help marveling at her. She was quite the sight to behold.
S-sorry, Violet managed, grabbing her shirt and tugging it back over her head, only now it was really quite tight at the chest. Dean watched as damp spots formed over her breasts, large nipples protruding considerably against them, as though to tunnel through the material.
You have nothing to be sorry about, said Dean. He took the seat beside Violet and couldnt help asking, How do they feel?
Violet stared at Dean for a moment, before redirecting her gaze to her chest. She lightly cupped her breasts, and winced. Sore.
Right, said Dean, feeling himself harden. He continued to stare at the mounds. He may have been imagining it, but they almost seemed to be throbbing, still looking full, plump, and terribly engorged.
Eugh, said Violet, lightly shaking her head. I wish I knew why the hell this was happening to me. How could you be into this? She gave Dean a questioning look.
Dean took in a deep, steady breath. He motioned for Violet to come closer. Violet hesitated, and got up. She gasped as she was again pulled into Deans lap. But this time there were no bells, clicks, or buzzes to disrupt things. Violet groaned as her large, plump, cushion of an ass pressed down against Deans erection.
How could I not be? said Dean.
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Violet and Dean spent the weekend shut in, exploring each others bodies. It was the best sex either of them had ever had, and it was nonstop. When Dean wasnt feeding Violet copious amounts of fatty food, or indulgently rubbing the creams into Violets bloated flesh, the two were having sex on the kitchen floor, on the living room couch, in the shower, in fact, anywhere they could think of. Their bodies were constantly flushed with heat and arousal even when they werent together. Dean found himself to be continuously aroused. By the end of the week, he felt as though she was near the point of collapse, he was so drained. And still, Violet kept begging for more. She was practically in heat.
Dean sat in the kitchen chomping on cereal Monday morning, as he stared off at the wall, trying not think about anything that might trigger his incredibly sensitive gender. As if on cue, Violet wandered in, covering a yawn. Her full breasts had swollen up another cup size just from how much Dean had abused various clicking mechanisms over the weekend. Her cleavage bulged over the neckline of the tank top she was wearing, the material stretched to the point of being transparent, her swollen pink nipples and rounded cupolas of areolas visibly bulging against it. The front of the shirt pulled up to reveal a few inches of Violets previously-slim stomach, which was now getting somewhat bloated again. There was only so much fat that her tits and ass could take on in such short a time. By then, Violets leggings could only pull halfway up her ass, and they were close to tearing. She had the most spectacular ass Dean had ever seen.
Which left Dean feeling particularly helpless when said ass pressed down against his lap, the plump but squishy mound rubbing into Dean as Violet picked some pieces of cereal out of Deans bowl.
Dean breathed heavily. Maybe just one more for the road.
He pushed the cereal bowl aside and leaned Violet over the table.
The two were only slightly late to class that day, Violet dressed in some borrowed clothes of Deans. She seemed keen about keeping her jacket around her, until Dean ambushed her, kissing her against a science lab door, sliding Violets jacket off her shoulders before Violet could figure out what was going on. Giving Violet a playful squeeze of the ass, Dean stuffed the jacket away in his backpack. He walked off with Violet trailing after him, arms folded over her torso as she quietly pleaded for the return of her jacket. She threw a self-conscious glance at the staring students every now and then.
Dean refused. He was enjoying Violets burning red face far too much, and he wanted to show off how naturally round and perfect Violets breasts werethe best natural breasts hed ever seen! That and how wonderfully plump Violets ass was. Dean had picked out the perfect clothes for Violetones that hugged every contour of her plumpening body, giving the mounds maximum visibility while still managing not to violate the school dress code. Violets nipples bulged out like coke caps on the occasions that they werent aroused. When they were, they distended to twice the length, Violet panting, her labia swollen, as it appeared to be at that moment.
Dean quickly lost control. He pulled Violet into a janitors closet, his hands sliding down to admire the way Violets ass crack was already beginning to bulge out of the tightly-stretched sweatpants. Now Violet was panting. D-Dean
she said weakly.
Dean slid Violets pants down her hips, then pulled her shirt up over her chest. As he rubbed against Violet, he gripped her plump ass cheeks, feeling her moisten against his gender. But Dean had no patience for foreplay. He entered her roughly, causing her E-cups to jiggle, Violet groaning as her bottom was squeezed in rhythm with Deans thrusts. Violet yelped and grunted, and pressed her lips, trying her best to keep it down. She gripped at Deans back, her mounds quaking as she was pressed hard against the wall. With her free hand, Violet held her stomach. She couldnt help the long groan that escaped her as Dean released.
And then Violet sunk down, her round bottom sticking in the air. Panting, Dean marveled at it in appreciation. The hypnotism experiment was working out better than he could have ever imagined.
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Their study session that evening was strictly business. They were getting behind. When Violets watch buzzed, she shoveled several handfuls of oreos into her mouth, but she was otherwise undistracted.
Except for by the aching tingling in the mounds presently stretching out her shirt.
It was probably just from the stimulation earlier
in the janitors closet. Violet got up and went into the bathroom. She peeled up her shirt and surveyed her mounds in the mirror, watching them gently heave, up and down, her nipples heated. The mounds felt uncomfortably tight that day. They even looked fuller than usual. Violet just gulped and hoped she didnt start lactating again.
Violet left the bathroom and returned to the table, where she continued to type away at her laptop. She tried not to think about the heated throbbing in her chest. She tried not to even think about the tingling of her groin, and how her clothing only felt tighter the longer they contained her.
Looking up from his textbook, Dean removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Violet, do you think we should incorporate the research from
Violet attacked him.
Despite their efforts, they werent getting much studying down. Her face contorted, Violet gripped Deans shoulders as Dean thrusted deeper and deeper inside of her. As Dean released, Violet could swear that her stomach swelled out just slightly with Deans impossible volume of seed. Nnngghhhh
Violet began to sink, but Dean wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her upright.
Not
just
yet
Dean managed, causing Violets mounds to jiggle as he gave another thrust.
Violets eyes widened as she felt Dean explode, for a second time. Anngghhhhhh
Violet groaned, her head sinking to Deans shoulder, feeling like she might burst as her face reddened and her stomach bloated more. Aannnngghhhhh
Now her breasts felt like they were getting tighter and tighter, nipples aching and bulging out. Erghh
ngghh
Violet groaned as both her nipples began to spurt.
Finally, Dean softened. The two sank slumped down in the chair against each other.
Dean, said Violet weakly, catching her breath. How did you
But suddenly Violets watch buzzed, Violet tensed, and Dean lightly stroked her hair. Lets get you fed.
