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A curated collection of NSFW story captions from around tumblr. Featuring transformation, hypnosis, WG, BE, AE, bimbofication, and assorted other fun things.
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Paying It Forward
“OK, Carlos. Here are my panties,” Belinda replied, indulging his request yet again. “Though I can’t begin to imagine why a young man like yourself would want to see an old lady’s underwear.”
“Well, it’s not so much the underwear as your willingness to show them to me, Belinda” he said. “Why do you suppose you did that?”
Belinda giggled and shrugged.
“Because you asked me to,” she said.
“And that’s a very good reason to do things, right?”“ he pressed.
“Right!” she agreed.
She’d been worried there for a moment, but clearly Carlos was right. She’d been doing what he asked her to do for a while that afternoon and each time she had complied it felt like a better decision than the time before.
The first time, it had felt a little weird, she had to admit. The young man had come up to her in the grocery store and asked her to hand him a box of cereal. There wss no reason he couldn’t get it himself, but it was such a tiny thing, it seemed silly to argue about it.
And of course, once he had asked her to put it back and hand him a different box, she had done that too, since if she had handed him the first box, it would be odd to refuse him the second. And since she had put the first back, why not put the second back upside down, especially when he had asked so nicely.
And the tower he had asked her to build in the middle of the aisle just kind of followed naturally from there.
Carlos had asked her to think of him as a friend, and of course she did. She wouldn’t build a cereal box tower in a grocery store with a stranger, would she? And since she thought of him as a friend, she didn’t hesitate to tell him all about herself when he asked. And she was glad to buy him anything he wanted, which was how she had ended up with a cart full of booze, pudding and whipped topping.
And she was glad to store all the alcohol at her house, of course, since he was only 19 and couldn’t legally have it. Which was how she’d wound up showing him her panties in her living room.
“Belinda, could you get down on all fours and pretend you’re a dog for me, please? ” he asked. “I’d really appreciate it.”
“Oh sure!” she said, and gladly complied. “Ruff! Ruff!”
“Oh, and pull up your skirt so I can see your panties while you waggle your ass, please,” he said.
Of course she did. She had already shown him her panties. She had already acted like a dog. Why not do both?
“You are such a good little bitch, Belinda,” he praised.
“Ruff-Ruff!” she said, happy to be a good little bitch, wiggling her ass with joy.
Carlos pulled his dick out. Belinda blinked. She really wasn’t expecting this when she took him home with her.
“Please crawl over here and jerk me off, Belinda,” he asked.
She guessed if she was going to wiggle her ass at him and be his good little bitch, jerking him off was just a natural continuation of what she had already agreed to. And besides, he had asked so nicely. She crawled over and started gently tugging on his swollen member without hesitation.
“I want you to really enjoy this, Belinda,” he said. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Of course!” she said, delighted the way his erection be felt in her hands “It’s really fun!”
“You enjoy the way you can’t help doing everything I ask you to, don’t you?” he pressed.
“I do seem to, don’t I?” she said. “I was hesitant at first, but I don’t know why. Really, this is the best day ever!”
“It’s going to get even better, I promise,” he said. “Can you think of anything you wouldn’t do if I asked you to?”
Belinda didn’t hesitate.
“I’ll do anything I can for you, Carlos,” she pledged.
“That’s a very good attitude and a very good start,” he praised. “But you can do more, Belinda. Once you’re willing to do everything you can, it’s just one small step to start doing everything else as well.”
“Everything else?” she asked, confused.
“You’ll do the impossible for me, won’t you Belinda?” he asked. “Please?”
How could she possibly refuse when he asked so nicely?
“I will,” she agreed.
“Would you be younger for me, Belinda?” he asked. “Please get younger.”
Belinda had no idea how to do that. But after coming this far, she wasn’t going to let that stop her. She concentrated and shed 20 years in 20 seconds. It was such a relief to have 40 year old knees in her current position, she couldn’t help but giggle. Not that she minded suffering to do what Carlos asked, but she had asked her to enjoy it, and this definitely made that easier!
“Oh, that’s very good, Belinda,” he praised. “But you can do more. Be younger, please, Early 20s.”
Belinda shed another 20 years even faster, her hair streaming down to how dhe had worn it in college. She’d do anything for Carlos, but she was so glad he had asked her to do this! She felt amazing!
“Oh, you make a very pretty 20 year old, Belinda,” he praised. “Please be naked so I can see what we’re working with.”
He hadn’t asked her to strip. He had just asked her to be naked. So Belinda just made her clothing disappear in her eagerness to comply.
“Nice!” he said. “But it would be nicer if your tits were bigger, don’t you think?”
“Yesl” she agreed, delighted at how young her voice sounded.
She grabbed hold of her boobs and focused on then growing. It felt so nice as ther began to swell beneath her palms.
“Bigger?” she asked hopefully.
“Bigger,” he nodded decisively.
Belinda dutifully complied, delighted to become what he wanted her to become.
After all, he had asked so nicely.
He asked her to stand and turn about and politely asked for other little chanes to her body, which she was, of course, delighted to make. And once she looked and felt the way he wanted her to look and feel, she felt much more confident returning her focus to his cock and doing what he asked to get him off.
After doing this in many different ways all over Belinda’s house, making creative use of the pudding and whipped topping she had bought for him what seemed a lifetime ago, they lazed on her bed, propped up on pillows, sipping wine while he casually fondled her.
He explained how he developed his powers to ask for things when he turned 18, just like many of the men in his ancestral line. But his family members always seemed to use their power for selfish reasons. Carlos had vowed to use his powers to make the world a better place.
“You’re so good!” she said, with the adoring respect he had asked her to feel for him.
“I’m glad you think so!” he said. “And you can make the world a better place too, Belinda.”
Belinda giggled.
“I don’t have powers the way you do,” she pointed out.
“No,” he conceded. “But doing what you’re asked is its own sort of power. I’m not asking you to do everything anyone asks you to do. I’m just asking you to remember how good it feels to comply when someone asks you nicely before you decide. Can you do that for me, please?”
“I can!” she promised. “I’m going to pay it forward!”
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He snapped his fingers and the girls sat up straight. Their eyes were half-open. On some level, they understood now why the drink was called The Bimbo-izer. He smiled. “What do you know,” he thought, “the Yelp reviews were accurate.”
“Do you enjoy your drinks, girls?” he asked.
“yesss,” Sarah slurred.
“sooo delicious,” April agreed.
“Good girls. Now, you will listen carefully.” The girls nodded slowly in agreement. He explained to them that they found him very attractive. That they wanted to please him. That the drink made them feel like such bimbos. They nodded as their alcohol soaked brains accepted each new thought. Then, he snapped his fingers twice.
The girls giggled and resumed sipping their drinks.
“Oh my god, this drink like makes me feel like such a bimbo!” exclaimed Sarah.
“I know, riiight? My head feels all like fluffy and stuff,” agreed April. “And I’m sooooo horny!”
“Me, too, Apes!” Sarah repiled. Then she turn to him and swirled her tongue around the straw. “Could we go back to your room and like fuck or something?”
“Pleeeease,” April pouted.
“Hmmm, well, I think I have some time for that,” he smiled.
“Yay!” Sarah bounced in her seat.
Both girls quickly sucked up the rest of their drinks. Their eyes rolled back into their heads. For a moment, he worried that they may have had too much.
After a few seconds, they both grinned and giggled. Sarah began to sing-song, “We’re gonna get fuuu-ucked. We’re gonna get fuuu-ucked.” April giggled and joined in. Then the happy bimbos took his hands as he led them toward the elevator.
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Since everyone found his art so captivating, here is more Shono from Deviantart.
https://www.deviantart.com/search?q=shono%20hypno
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Giving in is all you’re supposed to do.
It’s a spiral that you’ll never escape from
Swirling down deep into my control
Waking up everyday looking for more of my posts
Wanting to succumb to my words again
To surrender and edge like you’re always supposed to
My words are your addiction.
They’re your infatuation.
They’re your fix.
And you will never stop coming back to me.
Giving yourself to me.
And being mine.
Reblog saying “I’m addicted to your words”
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She smiled as she felt her tits growing bigger and bigger. she couldn’t wait to burst right out of her top. Her smile wasn’t because her tits were so big (although, she did enjoy their size), it was because she was watching me across the room stroking my massive cock. It was already nearly 15″ long and growing bigger as her tits grew bigger. As soon as her tits freed themselves, she was going to be all over it.
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What a Jerk-Off
“Oh GOD, are you really trying to hypnotize me again?” Mallorie rolled her jade green eyes and made a jack-off gesture with her right hand. “Seriously, Frank, this really has to stop. It’s been, like, six cons now, and I don’t know what you think it’s going to do at this point. Can’t you just bug off and find some other girl to mess with?” Frank didn’t respond. He just sat down across from her, silently staring at her with an intense, smoldering gaze that he probably thought was really cool and seductive but really just made him look a little bit constipated. Mallorie intensified her wanking motions.
A moment of awkward silence later, and the social pressure drove Mallorie to speak again. “No, really, Frank,” she said, still reflexively moving her arm back and forth in the same derisive gesture. “Just… just go away and find someone else to bother, okay? I’m not interested in these weird head games right now. Registration opens in a couple of hours and I don’t want to spend the whole time in a fucking staring contest.” She rolled her eyes again. A part of her wanted to just get up and leave him to it, but she’d found a nice secluded spot and all her stuff was spread out and it just seemed like a huge hassle to pack it all up. And Frank would probably just follow her anyway.
She rolled her eyes again, but when they returned to Frank’s face, he still had that same confident stare that made Mallorie shiver just a little bit in discomfort. “It’s… it’s not going to work, Frank,” she said, noticing on the edges of her field of vision that the black Tri-Force symbol tattooed on her pale wrist was still going back and forth automatically as she continued the silly jerk-off motion that now seemed too awkward to stop. “It’s never worked. I don’t even remember how many times you….” Mallorie trailed off for a moment, not liking the sound of that phrase. It sounded a little too much like there were things she didn’t remember about her encounters with Frank. Mallorie knew that was something really good hypnotists did, they made you forget things. She didn’t want Frank to think he was a really good hypnotist.
“…how many times you, um… hyp–um, tried to hypnotize me.” Mallorie realized she was sounding a little bit scatterbrained, a little too much like the ditzy blonde people took her for. She suddenly wished she hadn’t worn an outfit that showed off her lithe, athletic body quite so much; Frank probably got ideas in her head looking at her tight halter top with its mesh boob window. Why had she even worn this to an anime con? Why hadn’t she chosen somewhere more public to hang out before Registration opened? The answers were stuck somewhere in the back of her brain. Mallorie couldn’t find them.
She rolled her eyes again, trying to pretend that it was a disdainful dismissal and not an excuse to look away from Frank’s unblinking stare, but somehow they got stuck staring straight up at the ceiling and Mallorie couldn’t move them anymore. She could still notice, just barely in view, her hand going back and forth to stroke the imaginary cock between her fingers. She didn’t seem to be able to stop it. The motion felt good, almost soothing. And familiar, too, she mused absently. Very familiar. Almost intimately familiar. “…s'not working, Frank,” she mumbled distantly, suddenly very conscious of how tired it made her to keep gazing directly overhead like that. “G-go away an’, an’ let me… um… get back. To what I was doing.” Mallorie didn’t remember what she was doing when Frank found her. Waiting for someone, she thought? That sounded right.
But if they showed up now, they’d see her looking all weird and slutty with her eyes rolled back and her tongue slowly extending like an ahegao girl and her hand pumping back and forth like she was trying to jack off an imaginary cock right into her open mouth. They’d see her drooling onto her own tits and sticking her fingers into the waistband of her lycra pants–wait. What? Mallorie tried to look down to see what she was doing, but she’d forgotten how. All she seemed to be able to do was sit there, descending into an increasingly erotic reverie, while Frank’s expression slowly broke into a calm, confident smile at her surrender. “oh,” she whimpered at last, her mind finally connected the details in the instant before her thoughts fell away into trance for her Master.
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Secret Wish
Millie was a young girl who just became an adult. Tommy was her loving boyfriend who she adored and spent most of her time just hanging out with.
One afternoon she went to visit him and found that nobody but his dad was at home. She greeted him when he let her in and she admired the place. "Tommy has such a wealthy family. Gosh I wish I had all of these luxuries" she thought and did not notice the sudden glow of a small statue at the very back of the shelf she was standing in front of.
Now sat in Tommy's room she couldn't help but feel a sudden heat around her. Soon it got too much and she undressed right there. Her fingers tiptoed to her now wet core and she began to play with herself. What she failed to notice was the sudden was that the more she played with herself the more she changed.
Her petite form became curvy and she got paler. Her hair grew longer and her ass became plumper. Her modest boobs grew into giant melons that bounced while she played with herself. Her mind was soon corrupting and when she came, she felt different. She went to pick up her clothes but found that they were replaced by different clothes. Her pale green eyes hazed over before she snapped out of it. How silly! Of course they were hers. She quickly pit them on.
She then stalked to Tommy's father and couldn't help but grin at the lusty look he had. In no time the two were fucking like animals in heat. Millie knew it was wrong yet the more Tommy's father fucked her, she felt like she deserved this. She deserved this thick and big man and not some loser like Tommy.
Miranda had become Tommy's new step mother a month later. Tommy didn't know where his girlfriend had disappeared to. Not that he complained. Because when his dad wasn't around, he was Miranda's play thing and he felt lucky that he could fuck such a sexy goddess. Miranda meanwhile soon forgot all about her past life and became the hottest milf in the neighborhood. And loved to play with all the men and women that lived here.
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Madison walked around the party completely unaware that she was the life of the party and was flashing anyone that snapped their fingers.
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“You think they’re getting bigger? That’s crazy, my tits have always been this huge, my bra just shrank, that’s all.”
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*SNAP*
She dropped to her knees, looking up expectantly…
*SNAP*
She opened her mouth, salivating as she stuck her tongue out…
*SNAP*
“Please master, I want your cock..” She whimpered, barely able to speak as drool dropped from her wet, expectant tongue.
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