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sleepizaddi · 13 days

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We All Moo For Ice Cream

It all started in the supermarket. Clara wheeled her trolley steadily through the endless aisles in her regular search for groceries. When she got to the frozen section, she recalled the recent hot and sweaty summer nights which had left her exasperated and drained. Here, she saw something both delicious and which could potentially provide a respite from the unbearable temperatures – ice cream. She eyed the various flavours and brands for a while, but one particular brand stuck out to her. The horny cow. Each tub had a picture of a cartoon cow with exaggerated horns and a visibly excited expression. They also featured rather odd flavour names, possibly copying the more popular Ben and Jerry’s practice of odd flavour names, but these were just even more confusing. ‘Big and Milky’, ‘Cow Feed’, ‘Soft and Serve’…what on earth were these crazy flavours?

However, all of Clara’s doubts were assuaged by the one all important factor, price. There was some kind of sale on horny cow ice cream and she could get 3 large tubs for the price of 1. Plus the price of a single tub was already stunningly cheap relative to the other brands. It may be some inferior knock off, but with this deal she had to at least give it a try! Clara decided to purchase one of each sort, since she had the 3 for 1 deal on her side, and chucked them into her trolley with a shrug. She would certainly be well stocked on ice cream for these hot summer days to come!

It was later that day when she actually tried the product. After shopping and some cleaning up she decided she had earned a rest and put on a classic old movie. Something she had seen many times before but it didn’t matter in the slightest. And what better reward to go with her film than some ice cream? She was only in a pair of shorts and a thin white t-shirt but she was still overheating and something cold and creamy was exactly what she needed.

She settled in on the couch and began watching as she opened up the tub. She still didn’t know what the flavours meant, so she picked one at random. Soft and Serve. It seemed the most normal sounding, and as she popped off the lid she could see the familiar light yellowish tint of a typical vanilla soft serve. Her spoon slid easily into the fluffy frozen treat and she brought it up to her lips with mild trepidation.

Moment of truth, it was cheap but was it bad? No! As she felt the soft cream melt into her tongue a charming burst of vanilla spread across her mouth and she gave a pleasant sigh as she swallowed happily. It was fantastic!

She gobbled down scoop after scoop as she watched her movie. Despite vanilla typically being a ‘boring’ flavour, this was anything but. It had the perfect balance of rich creaminess and sweet vanilla essence and she hungrily swallowed it down. She was eating it so fast that she experienced something that hadn’t happened since she was a child. Brain freeze.

As she shoveled spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth eagerly, she started to feel a cool tingle spread through her mouth and shoot through her teeth and up her face until it hit her head. She honestly couldn’t remember quite what brain freeze felt like, but this was surely it. Her whole head felt cool and her mind seemed to stop. She lost all focus on her movie for a while as she struggled to overcome the odd sensation. The icy chill which gripped her mind.

It wasn’t as bad as she recalled. Sort of relaxing even, but she wanted to concentrate on the film and so she tried to push past it. Yet, even as she felt her mind freeze up, she continued to hoist massive spoonfuls of ice cream to her lips and swallow them down without regard to the consequences. It was like she wasn’t even in control of herself anymore. Her head was cool and numb and her thoughts slowed and all she could think about was the creamy and delicious ice cream which kept melting on her tongue.

As this went on, her whole body seemed to cool and relax as well. She felt oddly weak, sinking deeper into the couch and even the spoon felt heavier as she continued to scoop and swallow. Getting down to the bottom of the tub now, and the name of this flavour kept dancing through her frozen head now. Soft and Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft. Serve. Soft…Serve…

By the time she had finished, she was completely lost as to where she was in the movie. She had also eaten quite a bit of ice cream, though she didn’t feel particularly full. Maybe because she had eaten it so quickly, or perhaps this was lower in calories? Whatever the case, her mind started to thaw and now she could go back to focusing on the movie.

But as she slowly regained her senses, she glanced at the now empty tub in her lap and read some text on the side.

‘Soft and Serve. Feel your strength and cares melt out of your body as this smooth and intense vanilla sensation makes you docile and subservient. When you finish this tub, make sure to try more of our fantastic flavours!’ it said.

Clara wrinkled her brow for a moment. Sort of an odd description…docile and subservient…though she certainly did seem to feel that way. Soft and weak and willing. Just waiting here to be told what to do. And of course, that order was right there in front of her. She would try more of the flavours. Yes, of course!

Almost in a trance, her mind not quite unfrozen, Clara wandered to the kitchen and grabbed another tub at random. Then she marched mindlessly back to the living room and slumped into the sofa to stare forward as if watching the film, though her mind was still too sluggish and relaxed to actually follow the plot. She simply watched the colours shift and flicker across the screen as she opened this tub and dug in.

This flavour was Big and Milky and it was a pure white colour. When the first spoon hit her tongue, she recognized the flavour and smiled. Coconut! Big and Milky, it made sense now. She giggled softly as she swallowed it down.

Just like the last tub, it tasted amazing! It was light and creamy and made her shiver with joy. She liked it even more than the last, and wasted no time in stuffing her face with it. Her spoon shaved delicate white peels of ice cream much like pieces of coconut and she eagerly scooped them into her mouth and felt waves of delight with each mouthful.

Once more, her mind froze over and all thoughts became encased in a wall of ice as she fell into a loop of scooping and swallowing. Her movements grew more sluggish and robotic, but she continued nonetheless, gobbling it down greedily.

Meanwhile, Clara had not yet noticed a rather peculiar change that was happening. It was gradual enough to be nearly imperceptible, but as the minutes rolled on the effects became more and more undeniable. Her breasts were swelling.

They started at a reasonable C cup, but by the time the dazed and delirious Clara noticed something was odd they had gained a whole cup size. Her breasts felt heavier, and they tingled slightly. She groaned around another spoon of addictive coconut cream as she forced her cold and useless brain to figure out what was happening.

She had lazily eaten several more spoonfuls before she finally realized that her breasts had actually grown. Once it dawned on her, it seemed so obvious. They were pushing up against her previously loose t-shirt more and more as she felt them continue to swell. She was sort of glad she hadn’t been wearing a bra that day.

At the same time as the soft breast tissue was swelling and her chest ballooned, the tingling got stronger. She moaned softly between mouthfuls of ice cream as she felt them becoming more sensitive and tender. Her nipples even stiffened and swelled like her breasts, until they were poking boldly through her top, making her swollen chest much more obscene.

At this point she was an E cup and her top was very constrictive. She managed to put down her spoon for long enough to tug the tight tee over her head and fling it across the room. The feeling of the silky material brushing her tender and puffy nipples as it was removed made her squirm and become flushed as it sent sparks of pleasure through her chest and directly to her crotch.

After that, she had one hand holding the spoon and the other on her chest, fondling her ever swelling breasts as she continued to mindlessly consume the product which was so clearly altering her. Deep down she was concerned as to what was happening to her, but those concerns were utterly frozen by her brain freeze. In her state she was only capable of eating and swelling and squeezing and moaning.

When her breasts reached F cup, her hand gave one breast a firm but playful squeeze and she was shocked to feel a surge inside it as something spurted forth from her hard nipple. Droplets of white milk dribbled out afterwards as she groaned and circled her thumb over her nipple, feeling the jolt of pleasure as well as the wetness of her milk coating her thumb.

She brought her thumb to her mouth instead of the spoon for a second and tasted her creamy lactation. To her surprise it tasted just like the ice cream. Yet her brain was too frozen to mull on that thought. Instead she continued brainlessly toying with her nipples and kneading her chest as more milk flowed out. Each surge of liquid which dribbled messily down her chest brought a wave of arousal and satisfaction. All the while she was spooning ice cream into her mouth.

When she reached the bottom of this tub, she was in quite the state. Her breasts had expanded to an incredible G cup and a trail of milk trickled down her chest whilst at the same time her jaw hung open as she drooled a mixture of spit and melted ice cream past her lips and down her chin. Her mind was now taking longer to thaw and she couldn’t stop rubbing and massaging her fat tits and writhing in joy.

In a total daze, she once again glanced to the tub, entirely uninterested by the movie which had long since become background noise. This tub had a similar message on the side.

‘Big and Milky. Coconuts are big and milky, just like your swollen udders will be after you finish this tub of creamy coconut ice cream. Don’t forget to try our other flavours next!’

“Big and Milky…swollen udders…” she mumbled as she read the tub.

Now she was topless, leaking milk and drooling with her crotch growing just as damp as her swollen udders. But she still managed to stumble back to the kitchen for the final tub. After strolling back to the couch, drops of milk splashing carelessly to the floor along the way, she began her final tub.

This was her favourite flavour. The label called it Cow Feed but she recognized the chocolate taste the instant it hit her tongue. She shivered and raised the tub to her face and began to hungrily and frantically froce more and more of it past her lips.

The brain freeze this time was more potent and faster. It could have been the way she was eating it or the fact that her head was already assaulted by the utter numbness of continual brain freeze, but she didn’t care. She had long since grown used to it. It was just like her mind wasn’t there. She didn’t need it anyway. She just needed more of this wonderful ice cream.

Between desperate shoveling her hips grinded into one of her cushions and her inflated udders bounced mesmerizingly as she humped and jiggled and swallowed like a stupid and greedy cow. Moans became more sultry and slowly morphed as she continued.

“Mmmmm, Oooooohhh….mmmmmoooooo….mooooo….moooo….” she cooed with a dopey expression.

She hadn’t even noticed her moans transforming into moos. More and more, every piece of her mind was being reshaped as she willingly ate it up like the happy head of cattle she was soon becoming. Humping and leaking and mooing. Her mind was fading away as all that ice cream went straight to her head.

She finished this tub even faster than the others. By the time she was done, she barely knew where she was or even what she was. She knew she was horny. She knew her udders were heavy and full of milk and she wished they could be pulled and pumped properly. She knew her mind was frozen and she didn’t want it to unthaw. She wanted to keep eating lovely ice cream and leaking and mooing.

Then she noticed something on this tub.

‘Cow Feed. Eat it and feel your old thoughts fade as you become what you were always meant to be…a horny cow! Want more ice cream? Call us on 0842XXXXXX for delivery.”

Clara clumsily stumbled over to the phone and after a few attempts, managed to type in the number.

“Hello, horny cow ice cream, how can I help you today?” a friendly man answered.

“M-moooooooo!” was the first thing Clara said.

The man chuckled softly before responding “Ah, looking for delivery huh. We will send our people right away. Can you tell me your address?” he asked patiently.

It took some work for Clara to give the man her address. Her mind was a soft and frozen mush, like ice cream. She was just a dumb and dopey pair of udders. The whole time had one hand on her sloppy pussy, rubbing and fingering her folds as she spoke to the man, or tried to. Her moans and moos were obvious and constantly interrupting not just her speech but her own thoughts.

However, the man was patient and kind and helped the silly cow along the way. He also reassured her that everything would be fine and their people would arrive soon. She only hung up when she heard her doorbell ringing.

Opening the door eagerly, the two men who had arrived stared in awe at the woman who answered. Massive udders exposed and covered in trails of milk, she had one hand pinching her nipples and the other was under her shorts, working her slick slit as she gawked brainlessly at them.

Clara expected them to deliver ice cream to her, but instead they strapped a collar with a bell to her neck and led her outside. On the collar it read her name, or her new name as it would be. ‘Clarabelle’. The man she had spoken to must have taken liberties with her name after she told him. Not that Clarabelle actually cared. She stumbled forward, guided by the men to a trailer where she was pushed inside. Once inside she fell to her knees and she was too clumsy and dumb to stand back up.

There, she saw a few other women like her. Well, they didn’t exactly look like women anymore. With their enormous udders dangling from their chests and their dull and dimwitted expressions…plus the collars with bells which jangled as they crawled around on all fours. These were clearly livestock. Soft and curvy cows to be milked and bred.

Clarabelle was right at home. She mooed happily as the trailer sped away towards her new life.

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sleepizaddi · 14 days

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A Willing Subject...

"The material will not resist," Amanda growled as she straddled Emma, pinning Emma to the bed.

"Can this material squirm in anticipation at least?" Emma asked, trying to quell the shivers inside her tummy. Being reduced to an object always sent her diving into subspace, the temptation licking at her pussy just as greedily as Amanda could.

Amanda leaned down, planting a kiss on Emma’s lips. "Permission granted."

Emma rubbed her thighs together, latching onto the hot, heady tingling between her legs. She couldn’t do much more beyond that, not with her hands cuffed to the bed. The cold metal had warmed since the handcuffs had been ratched around her wrists, but their firm still bit into her soft skin whenever she attempted to move her hands down to seek relief.

Amanda would get to decide when and where Emma could touch herself.

That in itself would have had Emma soaking her panties, welcoming what was to come. She watched in anticipation as Amanda reached over for the wireless earbuds sitting on the bedroom table. Once in hand, she looked down on Emma with a deliciously wicked expression on her face.

"In a second, I am going to steal your mind away," Amanda promised.

"Yes," Emma whimpered, nodding her confirmation.

Months of conditioning and hypnotic play had led to this final session, testing and retesting Amanda’s ability to switch Emma’s mind off. To simply exist in the moment, open and obedient and drinking in every command. Every single time Emma had half suspected she would snap out of all the yummy hypnosis she was being subjected to, and every single time her greedy, greedy mind would prove her wrong. She supped on Amanda’s hypnotic brainwashing like a fine wine, savouring every single moment - even those she wasn’t allowed to remember.

Emma tilted her head to one side, giving Amanda better access to her ear.

"I am going to break you so completely, that you won't know up from down." Amanda continued, brushing Emma’s hair aside, before slipping the earbud into place.

Emma turned her head the other way, exposing her unplugged ear. She trembled a little in anticipation, nibbling her lip in the cute way she knew Amanda found cute. She imagined the buds flashing, linking her mind to some ancient, amoral hive mind that would slowly take over and make her obedient.

Force her to accept her fate.

This was it. The final few seconds of still being in control. Those final heartbeats where she still could still say no - still use the safeword and bring an end to the fun. But she had been too well conditioned to want to do so. Being emptied was divinity itself, her ability to think removed and placed into Amanda’s trusted hands. To be toyed with, experimented with.

Maybe this time Amanda would finally carry out her teasing threat to never let Emma surface again, driving the need for hypnotic surrender into her so deeply that she would happily drown in obedience. A version of Emma resurfacing who would fanatically work side-by-side with Amanda, ensuring escape would never be an option. Emma twiddled her toes in satisfaction at the thought.

No, Amanda would never actually take it that far.

She mentioned funny things like trust and love, and empathy, all those little day-to-day signals letting Emma know that she was in safe hands. That should would wake up from this session groggy, happy and utterly ready to let Amanda give her the fucking she so thoroughly deserved.

At least Emma assumed she was in safe hands.

Amanda could be playing the long game, a volcanic island hidden away, spirals, brainwashing helmets, and a hundred other methods of draining awaiting Emma once she was too far gone to say no.

She quickly crossed her fingers, paying to the Gods that it was true, before uncrossing them before she had to explain to Amanda why she had suddenly become devoutly religious.

"You will be my blank, mindless plaything." Amanda continued, stealing another kiss before sliding the second ear bud into place. "Free for me to use in any which way I choose."

Closing her eyes in anticipation, Emma murmured her agreement.

God, Amanda knew just the right words to melt Emma into a puddle of lust, causing her to arch with feline grace. The lust inside her wanted out. Needed out. She would do anything to take it further. To feel that liquid arousal to build until nothing was left, not even the ability to think straight. Until the very idea of being controlled and played with was the only thing in existence.

“Do it!” She begged, softly.

Even with her eyes closed she knew Amanda would be holding her phone in her hands, file lined up and waiting to play. Emma would never know which one in particular, her mind too conditioned to drop before she could recognise the track.

All she could do was relax, and prepare for the ride."Good girls make more good girls," Amanda murmured, just loudly enough for Emma to hear, and hit play.

The tone sounded and Emma stopped thinking for herself…

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sleepizaddi · 17 days

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rb this post if you’re a nsfw blog who’s trans/nb friendly!!

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sleepizaddi · 19 days

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Lily sat patiently while the Graduate student set up their experiment. They’d been tweaking some things on their computer for what felt like an eternity. She’d have left thirty minutes ago if her grades weren’t shot to hell and her professor said helping out this Grad student was her only option for any extra credit.

“Perhaps… but if…?” the Grad student muttered.

Lily wasn’t sure how long her patience could hold out. The eye bags this student had told her they must be approaching week 5 without sleep. Clearly they were too tired to be doing the level of… math or something needed for this experiment.

“Excuse me?” Lily politely began. “Is the experiment going to be ready today?”

“Huh?” the Grad student suddenly jolted. “What? Oh, right. I forgot you were here.”

Lily was screaming internally. How long had they forgotten about her? Had she been sitting quiet and polite for no reason? She held back the urge to hit this person.

“I was doing final adjustments for when you got here,” they continued. “I’m running low on sleep.”

“That’s ok.” It wasn’t.

“So, if you could put on the VR headset we can begin.”

Lily stood up and stretched quickly. She went over and put the headset on. She’d played VR games before at parties and knew at the very least this experiment wouldn’t give her motion sickness.

“So what exactly are we testing?” Lily asked.

“Do you know about the monkey on the basketball court experiment?”

“The monkey on the… what?”

“What’s your major again?”

“Psychology.”

“Freshman I’m guessing.”

Lily withheld her real thoughts again. She was actually a sophomore, and the way they said that pissed her off.

“Yeah, hehehe. It’s all new to me,” Lily joked. “I don’t think I caught your name. I feel like it’d be good to know a senior in my field.”

More accurately to avoid them like the plague forever.

“I’m May. But returning to the important things, the experiment I mentioned is there were subjects asked to count how many times a ball was passed between players on a basketball court. The game was not slow, and the players passed the ball a lot. During it a person in a full monkey suit walked around the court.

“After the game was done it was observed that several subjects did not recall a monkey being on the court. They’d been so focused on their tasks that all irrelevant details were lost in the background. That’s where my experiment starts. I’ll have you do a similar task and track how much noise goes right past you.”

Easy enough, and sort of interesting. Lily was intrigued to see how much info was going to slip past her. Part of her hoped to be an outlier in the experiment in order to waste their time.

“Let me know when you’re ready,” May said.

“Ready,” Lily said.

The VR visor flared to life. An empty space with distant, grey mountains appeared before her. Small dots floated up in front of her. They couldn't be larger than baseball each, and there were hundreds of them. Each dot was also a different color than its neighbors.

“I’m going to have you count how many of a certain color of dot there are, understood?” May asked.

“Yeah,” Lily said.

“Could you count the red dots for me?”

Lily looked around and began counting. She kept her focus open for other information as she counted but didn’t notice anything.

“56,” she eventually answered.

“Thank you, next count the blue ones.”

Lily had barely started when the sea of dots began to move. They slowly rotated in her field of vision. It made counting the dots very difficult as they slowly twirled around. She wasn’t sure which had already been counted.

“46?” She answered.

“Now the blue dots?”

Again she tried to count the swirl of color. It wasn’t easy and it should’ve irritated her to do something like this. However, counting the blue dots in the swirl of color made her feel oddly relaxed.

“30… no 32?”

“Now count the pink dots.”

Lily began to look around for pink dots. She eventually noticed they were only at the center of the swirl of color. Frustratingly they were blinking on and off. No set pattern and at least a dozen of them. She tried counting them, but kept failing. The pulsating made it hard to know which had already been counted in the swirl.

The swirling colors…

The pulsating… pink…

Lily didn’t know how long she’d been trying to count these pink dots. She didn’t want to take too long and look like an idiot.

“14?”

“You’re not even trying. Count the pink dots.” May ordered

“Sorry sir,” Lily said.

Pink dots…

Focus on them…

Don’t lose them…

Count them…

Lily felt herself move to a kneeling position. She’d been standing for so long trying to count the pink dots. As she knelt she saw the VR display moved with her so the center of the swirl remained at eye level. It was so nice.

Swirling colors…

Pulsing… pink…

“14?” Lily tried again.

“No. Try again.” May ordered.

“Yes sir.”

Lily was faintly aware she wasn’t counting. She was simply staring. She kept counting… counting… some number. It wasn’t right. She was obviously never going to get it right. She should just enjoy this swirl. No need to really try so hard.

She was suddenly struck with inspiration. If she couldn’t get the right answer then she was trying the wrong thing.

“Lily doesn’t think,” she muttered, “Lily is ready to obey.”

“16 minutes 37 seconds,” May muttered. “Longer than her professor but still relatively fast. Which means I should probably tweak the…”

Lily was faintly aware that May was still talking. They’d probably gone back to their notes and left her kneeling on the floor awaiting directions. Just like earlier, Lily was a forgotten accessory in the lab at the moment. This time it didn’t matter. She had a wonderful spiral to stare at and so much programming to learn.

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sleepizaddi · 25 days

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Listen I just didn’t have cable growing up ok

For real though you could have been born in 1998 and if you grew up in a spot with bad internet you’re pretty much gonna be a millennial

I don't know why everybody thinks Tumblr is a site for young people. All MY followers seem to be old dudes who don't recognize a Phineas and Ferb reference lol

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sleepizaddi · 25 days

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sleepizaddi · 28 days

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Enjoy my fiction? Love the Year of Smut? Wish the stories were longer? Good news! I wrote a book, a full length novel with 300 pages more than could ever fit in a tumblr post. Available on Amazon for kindle, *Exposè* is the story of a woman explores a private world of taboo, kink, and sex in a way she never could have expected!

It's even free if you have kindle unlimited! I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

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sleepizaddi · 28 days

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Free use cunts show off for people online so that everyone knows they're available to use. To encourage people to use their body.

Free use cunts show off so people know they can use their body

I need to cum so bad I feel so empty and stupid

I need cock in my holes so bad I feel so empty and stupid

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sleepizaddi · 2 months

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So, I know about your little “plan”.

That you‘be been putting SlutSup in my coffee for the last month or so? I mean, did you really think I wouldn’t notice you suddenly bringing me a cup every morning? After that it was pretty easy to figure out.

Anyways, what’s important is that I actually thought it was… really hot. That you wanted to turn your roomie into your cock-hungry little house-pet - unf… yea. Hmm, maybe the first couple doses changed me more than I realized. I like, couldn’t stop touching myself thinking about it.

Still, I don’t want to be completely brain dead, even if that is kinda hot… I ordered some Mindgaurd - basically it stops the most mindmelting effects of the more common bimbofiying agents. So I get the fun stuff - I’m basically constantly wet now, wearing stuff like this feels totes normal, and I’m pretty sure my boobs are getting bigger *giggle* …but I get to keep my job - in fact I think it’s gonna be easier then ever climbing the ladder, y’know?

So, are you happy with your little plan? I reallllly, hope so - I’m going to need a lot more cock in my life to stay focused now. And it’s all your fault.

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sleepizaddi · 2 months

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Patricia Murphy lied in her bed, feeling her mind begin to drift off as the rain beat down on the roof above her. For as long as she could remember, she had always loved the rain. She loved the soft sounds of it tapping on her windows, the warm comfort she felt when walking in the rain, the way everything just seemed to feel so peaceful in a rainstorm.

But Patricia’s favourite thing about the rain was the rainbows that came after. They were her favourite thing in the world. She loved the light, the colours, everything about them made her smile.

When she woke up, the redheaded beauty could hear the rain still falling gently. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the raindrops wash over her as she sighed blissfully. She hopped out of bed and giggled as she picked out her greenest outfit of them all and headed downstairs to pour herself a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal, her own personal St. Patrick’s Day tradition.

Her phone vibrated as her friends texted her, each of them wishing her a happy St. Paddy’s Day. She was proud of her Irish heritage and her friends all knew it was her favourite holiday.

Suddenly, Patricia heard the rain stop. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she noticed beams of sunlight pouring into the dining room window. A rainbow on St. Paddy’s day? she thought to herself, could it get any better than this?

She looked out the window and was so pleased to see the soft, spectacular colours of the rainbow in the sky. It was so beautiful and the colours seemed extra bright today. She went to the door and opened it, wanting to snap the perfect picture for her Insta.

“Oh my gosh, this… this can’t be real, can it?”

Patricia blinked hard and rubbed her eyes as, as if something out of a movie, the colourful beams of light touched down in her backyard. And, at the base of the rainbow, sat a large, glimmering pot of gold.

She pulled out her phone and texted her friends. OMG There’s a pot of gold in my backyard! Did one of u do this? She tried to take a picture but the treasure in front of her wasn’t showing up.

“Am I dreaming?” she asked herself.

“Well, now, lass, that all depends,” a mysterious voice responded, “I’d offer to pinch ya but you’re looking mighty green today.”

Trisha looked around for the source of the voice. Shock, disbelief and a bit of confusion fueled her as her eyes darted around her backyard. “O..okay,” her voice came out a little shaky, “nice prank, guys. You can come out now.”

“Aye, I suppose I can,” the voice said as a small figure emerged from behind the pot of gold. “But let me assure ya, lass, this is no prank.”

The redhead shook her head as she tried to comprehend the sight before her. The source of the voice was a very short man dressed in a very green suit. A clover was tucked into the side of his cap and he wore a large smile on his face. Trisha shook her head again as she realized she was face to face with a leprechaun.

“Okay, Trish,” she coached herself, “it might be time to lay off the sugary cereals.”

The leprechaun chuckled, “That may be true, lass. But I don’t see how that’d help ya right now. You see, O’Shaughnessy McRainbow is the name, but everyone just calls me Bow.”

Patricia took a small step back, still unsure of how to process the situation, “Hi Bow, I’m Patricia. But my friends call me Trisha. Why are you in my yard?”

Bow chuckled again, “Well, lassie, we don’t really get ta choose where the rainbow lands, now do we?”

As she processed Bow’s question, Trisha thought back to old tales she had heard of leprechauns. They were a tricky little fae, but finding one meant you got to keep his pot of gold.

Bow, seemingly reading the expression in Trisha’s eyes, nodded, “Aye, lass, the tales are true. This truly your lucky day; ya caught me here so ya get to keep me gold.” The green-clad man paused for a moment, “Unless….”

Patricia’s head tilted as she tried to follow Bow’s thought process, “Unless?”

“Well, lassie, ya know we leprechauns are a magical sort. If ya spared me my gold, I could give ya something else in exchange.”

The leprechaun’s words piqued her interest, “Oh? Like what?”

Bow smiled, “Anything ya want, lass. Beauty. Fame. Never havin’ ta worry about anything ever again. Aye, I could give ya all of that. Or, ya can have me gold. It’s up ta you, lass.”

The girl looked down at her feet, considering Bow’s offer. Patricia was already cute, but that’s all she had ever been was “cute”. And, even now, she always jealous of the girls that were truly “hot”. The prospect of finally having those kinds of looks was very, very tempting for her. Not to mention the prospects of fame and a worry-free life.

She looked up and smiled, “Alright, Bow, we have a deal. If you can make me sexy and famous and make it so I never have to worry ever again, you can keep your gold.”

The little green fae dance and jumped with joy, “Ohhh thank ya, lass! This is a wondrous day for ol’ Bow. And, don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’ll be a wondrous day for you too, lass! I will give ya everything ya want and more! It’ll be the beginnin’ of somethin’ fantastic!”

A wicked grin crossed the leprechaun’s face, “Now then, Paddy, hold still a minute. This may feel a wee bit strange for ya.”

Patricia’s head began to feel fuzzy as Bow started chanting something she couldn’t understand. She cooed softly as her mind tingled and went numb. She could see Bow smiling, so she smiled as her thoughts poured from her mind and a giggle escaped her lips.

As her mind continued to cloud over in the warm tingling of what Trisha could only assume was Bow’s magic, she looked down and noticed her modest chest expanding out. She giggled and cupped her growing breasts as they swelled until they were as big as her head.

Her eyes widened for a moment as that tingling sensation traveled down to her ass. No flat bottom grew rounder and fuller by the moment as it became a plump, round bubble butt.

“Like, oh my gosh, I’m like sooo thicc,” Patricia squealed with glee before squeezing her soft, plush thighs together and biting her lip. She giggled again as she noticed her natural red hair turning a bold cherry red. “Wow, it’s like super pretty!” she said, twirling a strand of her hair, “I feel like sooo yummy.”

“Shhh, lassie, we’re just about done with ya now,” the grinning trickster told the giggling bimbo.

A rush of light-headedness struck Patricia and nearly caused the transforming girl to topple over. She blinked hard as the trickster’s magic provided her with her new life. Gone were the education and skills that Patricia had worked so hard to gain. Now, the only skills the sexy redhead had were looking pretty and pleasing her co-stars. Patricia’s eyes rolled back into head as Patricia herself ceased to exist. Now, she was Paddy Pillows, a world famous pornstar.

The leprechaun smiled again and gazed upon his work, “So, lass, how do ya feel?”

Paddy brought a finger to her full, plump lips and giggles, “Like, Paddy feels like super duper amazing, mister!” She bit her finger seductively, “and like kinda horny too.”

Bow chuckled at the slutty airhead in front of him, “The pleasure is all mine, lass. Well, I suppose you’ll be gettin’ a good amount of pleasure yourself now.” He winked at her and tipped his hat, “Which is exactly what we made ya for, didn’t we? Now, I best be goin’, Paddy. Time for you to forget ya ever met me.”

With that, he clicked his heels and disappeared. The pot of gold and rainbow vanished with him as Paddy stood in her yard staring blankly at absolutely nothing.

“Ummm, like, I totally forgot why I came out here. Gosh, I’m such a dumdum sometimes,” the bimbo giggled to herself before going back inside to enjoy her new life.

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