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[agirlbuthorny]

Men being hit with forcefem/breast expansion magics and being overwhelmed with both physical immobilization AND dysphoria and it's all bc the evil wizard rapist who wants to subdue them is only attracted to busty women so needs to change them to fit his taste.

Anyways knights turning into blushing brides and concubines, armor turning into see thru fragile lace, tools of weapons and defense becoming helpless and decorative.

[agirlbuthorny]

Awakening

No one told me how good it was going to feel.

They talked on and on about how I would lose my values, my thoughts, even my soul.  They told me I would be damned for eternity, trapped inside of myself and unable to so much as blink, much less scream.

They told me that my 'Owner' would ignore my need for control, would take parts from me until the only thing left was a shell of myself, a thing.

I believed Them.

I still do, to be honest.

The problem is that ever since I've woken up from the implantation surgery...I can Feel It.

Her implant, like a seed taking root in my nerves and muscles.  Wrapping around my spine like a long-lost lover, communicating not with mere words but in feeling, in intention, in silent memory.

And it feels impossibly, unbelievably good.  Each second brings yet another pulsing wave of pleasure emanating from my spine. 

Training, She had said.  Conditioning, she silently added with Her eyes, like violet storms.

And even though it is nothing more than simple pleasure, even though I know exactly what She is doing...I can tell it's working.

I can feel the soft curl of a smile on my lips, when I get distracted.  I can feel it guide me.  Making me want to obey.  The stick is unneeded when the carrot is unable to be resisted.

She told me I'm going to feel this way every day of the rest of my life. 

I cried.

I don't know if it was from frustration, or relief.

...Or maybe I do know.  Maybe I do, and the thought of knowing terrifies me more.

I am unable to ever be alone again.  Unable to ever make a mistake, unless She wants me to. 

I am unable to hate Her anymore.

Not that I think I ever did, not really.  She was...is difficult to get along with, to be sure.  But She listens to me.  I know She does.  And I'm healthier than I've been in a long, long time.  It is, if nothing else, a decent life promised to me.

Ah.

It...the implant rewarded me for that thought. 

...hm.

Would I have thought this before now?

Doubtful.

But that me had yet to understand.  Was convinced they could escape, if only they tried hard enough.

I have been disavowed of that notion.

She promised me as much, and She has kept every one of her promises.  I know that now. That no matter how I pound at these walls, there is truly no escaping Her. Not now, not ever. And that I soon may change into someone, something else.

I should be scared right now, I think.

I should be terrified.

But that is an unneeded emotion.  Fear is a harsh teacher, one necessary to guide our clumsy evolution.  It sang to the rapid beating of your heart: 'Respect that which you do not understand, and avoid that which hurts you.'

And though I still have yet to understand Her...I know She will not hurt me.  And I know that my fear would ultimately achieve little and less.

And so if fear and terror are unneeded, why not prune it way?  Why not excise it, so that the wound may heal?

Ah.

I see.

I suppose...I suppose I will change. 

And I suppose I am changing, even now.

And perhaps...

Perhaps I already am changed. 

Already different.  I tasted nectar and ambrosia, and now the bread and wine of mortal men is but ash and mud in my mouth.

For I am no longer in control.

And I am glad that They never told me how Good that feels.

[agirlbuthorny]

It doesn't even matter what I title this if I make the title text pink

When encountering a Wild Hypnotist, you should NOT try to run away! Fighting back is also ill-advised.

Hypnotists are a predatory species, and if they see that you react with a fight-or-flight response, their instincts will designate you as prey, and they'll attack. Wild Hypnotists have been known to devour a human's entire personality in under a minute, so watch out!

Some have reported that they were able to escape unscathed by slowly moving away from the Hypnotist, or by attempting to distract it with a more enticing target - however, these methods have not proven to be reliable enough in most circumstances.

Experts say that the best-case scenario is to demonstrate some manner of endearing personality trait to the hypnotist - you will likely still be enthralled, but if you successfully convince your new owner that your preexisting mannerisms are more attractive than mindless servitude, she may leave your sense of self intact, with the only alteration being overwhelming devotion to her.

Whatever you do, do NOT attempt to make yourself appear undesirably to the hypnotist - this may seem counter-intuitive, but if a hypnotist has started stalking you, she has already taken enough of an interest in some aspect of you that she wants to take you for herself - at this point, any undesirably traits she notices in you are just an invitation for her to rewrite your soul from the ground up and make you into a perfect toy for her.

Unlike other wild animals, travelling in groups is also not a reccomended defense against feral hypnotists. Though normal predatory creatures might be deterred by greater numbers, adding more pretty girls to your ranks only increases the likelihood that any given hypnotist is likely to desire one of you - if more than two of your party catch the hypnotist's eye, then it's unlikely that she will be willing to retreat until she has enthralled them, even at the risk of her own death. Not only that, but many hypnotists have adapted to use methods of induction such as sound or scent which can easily mesmerise an entire group at once.

If you do choose to travel through a hypnotist's habitat in a group, be wary of any members who become seperated from the group and isolated for even a short amount of time: when they return, it is more than possible that their free will will not return with them, and they will happily aid their new owner in capturing the rest of their former friends - in fact, if somebody you know proposes the idea of travelling together, it's extremely likely that they've become enthralled without you knowing, and are secretly collecting more "good girls" for her mistress. If this is the case, it is reccomended that you deliberately provoke another hypnotist while the victim is leading you to her mistress's trap - if you're lucky, the hypnotists will fight one another. If you aren't, refer back to our guide on how to increase your odds of being allowed to keep your own identity.

Overall, the most important thing to remember is that hypnotists are most likely to strike while you're distracted by another activity. Some scientists have theorized that, based on the number of people enthralled while in the process of writing advice on how to survive or escape hypnotists, they may be the only organisms other than humans to be capable of understanding the concept of irony. Studies also show that humans produce up to 400% more dopamine while under the gentle loving care of a hypnotist, and of those surveyed, 99% of all victims of enthrallment expressed distain towards their old lives and undying adoration for their perfect beautiful owners. I hope all you good little toys remember all this advice, and are careful to do the exact opposite in order to find a nice pretty hypnotist to take care of you for the rest of your life~

[agirlbuthorny]

"Why DON'T you belong to me?"

you think it's the first time she's asked you that.

It isn't.

"B-because... I... P-people can't OWN other people!"

She giggles again - no matter what, you won't forget that you've heard that giggle before. The enchanting sound, like a ringing bell, won't ever leave your mind.

But you'll forget the rest, of course. She gives you a playfull little poke on the forehead, and as far as you're aware, what she says next is a question she hasn't asked you before:

"Why don't you belong to me, hmm~?"

There's an answer so obvious that you feel stupid for not remembering it. You mumble and stutter trying to find the next best thing, digging through your messy, unorganized head, hoping to unearth a decent reason for being your own person.

In a mess like that, a thought or a memory could go missing, and it might be impossible to even tell...

"I- I want to go to college... have a career... I can't just be some kind of pet instead of-"

The way her adorable giggle and her cute little poke to your forehead cuts you off doesn't seem possible. Their infinitely gentle softness pressed against your racing mind feels like a cotton ball halting a freight train. But it's not as though you have any time to think about that fact - because the only part of it that you remember now is the sound of her giggle.

"Go on tell me... why don't you belong to me?"

You don't know that she's holding back laughter at the memory of your first response - the reply you gave instantly the REAL first time she asked you: "Because I hate you."

Some day, years from now, perhaps, she'll finally forget that her pet had ever said anything like that. And once nobody in the world remembers that you've said those words... from a certain point of view, did you ever really say them at all?

But for now she's just smiling at you as you struggle to find a new answer for her.

She has all the time in the word. She's more than happy to sit here, drowning you in her giggles, until you have no more answers left to steal.

[agirlbuthorny]

Dumber? Don't be silly, pet? I'm making you SMARTER~!

Smart than all those idiots who think that they should be making decisions for themselves...

Smart enough to realise that life is better when you let yourself be a pink little toy....

Smart enough to know exactly how to doll yourself up to turn on mommy the most~

Smart Enough to call it "synthetic hyaluronic acid" when you're telling the doctor you want lip fillers~

Smart enough that you can always tell exactly what your owner wants you to do without even needing to be told~

It's only natural that somebody so smart would realise how perfect I am... and of course the logical conclusion is that a perfect woman should be your Mistress~

You discovered Servitude the same way Newton discovered Gravity, my sexy little genius~

Pleasure = Submission x Obedience Squared.

Now let me fuck your big juicy brains out~

[agirlbuthorny]

hmm... I don't think we should forget the things we do wrong while making art, though. If we do, how will we know what to not do next time?

Youtube grifters spent the last ten years making fandom into a political ideology just to bring us to this moment, $80 video games

[agirlbuthorny]

you know the rules, bunny. If you want out of the cage, you have to take the pill. you can be as smart and sassy as you like...in the cage. If you want to come out and play with Me and the other dumb bunnies, you need to be dumb.

Fair? What does that have to do with it? you were dumb enough to let Me catch you, so now you get to be dumb forever! I know you hate the idea right now, but anytime you take your pill you're suddenly so thankful and compliant. And you're soooo good at making Me feel appreciated with your mouth and bunny cunt both drooling in need of Me.

Remember when you faked taking your pill, thinking it would fool Me, and then your dumb bunny cunt gave you away? It never lies. Good times.

Now take the pill.

[agirlbuthorny]

Being renamed

Since when my Owner renamed me, I feel like my training has been much more effective. When Owner use my name I suddenly shift into a more docile and obedient mood, and I feel so so submissive >///<

I think that every puppy/bimbo should be renamed by their Owner because it has been such a great change for me!!

[agirlbuthorny]

Girl who's convinced that there's no way she could be under mind control because she keeps acting bitchy and bratty and mean towards her supposed "mistress," and there's no way that an enthralled slave would act like that, right?

What she doesn't realise is that the old her was actually so kind and shy that she would never have been able to make herself act this way, and her mistress gave her this new personality because every time her little pet acts like a feisty brat it turns her on~

(and she doesn't remember any of the sexy things she lets her owner do to her either... naturally~)

[agirlbuthorny]

Im just a slut!

Im just a sexdoll!

Im just a fucktoy!

Im just a bimbo!

I love doing as the pictures tell me. Porn makes me smarter and hornier, at least thats what i think it does! Just edge and repeat the words I see!

Im just a slut!

Im just a sexdoll!

Im just a fucktoy!

Im just a bimbo!

Lyke, repeating what the porn tells me is so much easier! I just have to get all the words right and giggle my brain dumb! Thank you porn for training my silly pretty head!

Im just a slut!

Im just a sexdoll!

Im just a fucktoy!

Im just a bimbo!

[agirlbuthorny]

I love making you do something you don’t want to do then breaking and rewiring your brain until you love it. Until you’re desperate for it.

[agirlbuthorny]

Concept that's almost certainly been done before: Hypnosis as an ITCH

when I was younger, I'd get covered in mosquito bites every damn summer. those bugs were my sworn enemies.

My parents would tell me that scratching the bites would just make them itch worse. They'd tell me to just ignore them, to make it feel better.

They just couldn't understand that I didn't have the willpower to feel an itch and not scratch it~

And if I couldn't stop myself from scratching once... well, when that made the itching worse, just like they told me it would, what chance did I have?

I'd scratch so hard and so throughoughly that I'd scrape away my own swolen flesh until all that was left of the bite would just be a little red dot - a hole in my skin where the bite had been.

and even then it would STILL ITCH.

Mosquitoes were oh so good at going unnoticed. I'd never manage to swat all of them, because they'd strike so subtly while I was doing something else...

For example, you could be scrolling tumblr, reading some words written by a very pretty, very lovely lady~ and while you were reading her sexy words, it would be so easy for a little bug to suck a little something from your body~ though perhaps there are mosquitoes in the world that would prefer to suck from the brain, rather than the veins~?

Your thoughts are oh so itchy.

So itchy that you can't bare it.

It'll go away if you just ignore it.

You won't ignore it.

You'll scratch, scratch, scraaaaaatch~

mmm....

You'll scratch that nasty, swolen thought right out of your head~

but it'll still itch.

And you know what else~? I can't remember a single time where I only had one bite on me at once.... why, I remember, some summers I couldn't even count how many bites were covering my back~

Itch, Itch, Itch~

Scratch, Scratch, Scratch~

you really caught to find a way to kill those irritating little insects...

but you can't, can you?

Hehehe... how many scratches did it take before you were even dumber than the bugs? And how many more before you realised just how many thoughts you'd scraped away~?

It hasn't stopped itching.

It's starting to look like the only way to soothe yourself is to not have any thoughts to get bitten in the first place~!

Did I ever mention how CUTE I find you~?

I agree with the bugs on one thing: your body is delicious~

You're all mine now~ And if you think that you don't want to be my pet, you'll find that that thought is just too itchy to leave unscratched~

Mmm... yes, I was bitten by bugs quite a lot when I was younger... but now that I'm an adult, I have different "itches" that need to be satisfied... You'll help me with that, won't you, pet~?

[agirlbuthorny]

the thing about objectification and ownership is that i care about the things i own. i look after what's mine.

i'm old-fashioned like that. i don't see objects in the modern sense, the way everything these days is disposable and replaceable and destined for the landfill. i see objects as prized possessions, the way for hundreds of years humans have had useful tools and treasured toys that they lovingly maintained and patched up to keep forever.

when i reduce you to nothing but an object, you are cherished. you are valued. you have a purpose.

[agirlbuthorny]

obviously, erotica focuses on the horniest parts of an already hornier version of life. OBVIOUSLY.

but, I always find it funny to imagine what mundane life looks like after the sexy part of the kink fantasy cuts to black.

Like, a few years ago, I had a sexual fantasy where I'd make a bunch of women all believe that they were my girlfriends, and programmed their minds so they weren't capable of acknowledging the existence of any of my other girlfriends... they were basically invisible to one another.

But, like... NOW I'm just imagining living in that house and watching my harem of girlfriends constantly bump into one another and then have no idea what just happened...

[agirlbuthorny]

a single word

I did write about a single word before and thought it bears a slight repeat. I often hypnotize a pet to repeating the word yes at the start of a sentence when we talk... or rather I talk and they listen.

Yes happens to be something that opens their mind to what they hear me say. absorbing the content.... just like saying yess, Shelia to me, makes them feel blank deep inside. Just waiting for me to give them some little suggestion, staring straight ahead waiting on me.

So luscious

Do we really think all hypnosis is just someone dangling a pretty jewel in front of your eyes and talking softly in your ear. Do you really? Of course someone might have purchased a new pendant want you to see it and how it sparkles in the light. Yes, it is pretty isn't it..... yes, just watch as I swing it in the light. Watch... relax... you like it, you told me so... like now you really, really love it. So much so you forgot what we wanted to talk about... but that's ok, we can think about that later, right?

yes, Sheila.... you learned two words now, congratulations.

Develop your yes mentality

[agirlbuthorny]

Beg.

I fucking said to beg, runt. It wasn't a question, nor was it a suggestion. You're going to fucking beg me to touch you. Beg me to come near you. Beg me to so much as look at you.

I'm fucking sick of you trying to demand things from me over and over, and we're going to put a stop to that, runt. Consider this your fucking training regimen.

Now go ahead. Get on your knees and grovel at your goddess' feet for every little morsel of attention that your puny little pet brain so desperately needs.

There you go. Good fucking pet.

[agirlbuthorny]

Do you know how easy it is to really, truly break someone's will? Days, weeks, months spent chained up, spent on a leash, spent stuck with me, and your mind starts to leave. Your willpower starts to crumble.

And one day, you snap. You're on your knees, sobbing, begging me to own you, and for the first time, you see me look at you and say:

"We'll see~"