Thursday, 9:47 PM
diana_angel: Hey, guess what?
diana_angel: Remember how I said I had some family that lives near you?
gst443: i think so. what was it, an aunt or something?
diana_angel: Yeah. Well, my cousin’s getting married in the fall, so I’m going to be out there visiting them!
diana_angel: I’m going to take some time off work, fly out there…
gst443: that’s cool
diana_angel: So… I was thinking… maybe I could take a couple of extra days and instead of rushing home, I could drive down and visit you?
diana_angel: …you there?
gst443: you think that’s a good idea?
diana_angel: What? Why not?
diana_angel: What do you mean?
gst443: look, I have fun talking to you online and all, and you’re really… well, believable, mostly. but c’mon, quit pretending already.
diana_angel: Um, excuse me?
gst443: you know what I mean
diana_angel: I really don’t. What the hell, Greg? What are you talking about?
gst443: you’re going to make me say it?
gst443: I know you’re not really a girl
gst443: so you can drop the act
diana_angel: What the fuck? What are you talking about?
gst443: knock it off
gst443: you’re fun, we enjoy talking, all that, but let’s stop acting like we dont’ both know what the deal is here
gst443: i figure you probably started doing it just for attention, and now you’re stuck with this role
diana_angel: Greg, you’ve got to be shitting me.
gst443: so you keep playing along
diana_angel: We’ve been chatting for months!
gst443: no idea what your plan is for this whole ‘lets meet up’ thing, probably cancel at the last second
diana_angel: This is insane. I can’t believe you!
gst443: well, I mean, it’s not like you have any proof
diana_angel: I’ve sent you pictures of me!
gst443: two times
gst443: that’s it
gst443: and that could have been anybody
diana_angel: I can’t fucking believe this.
gst443: you never talk about any kind of girly stuff
gst443: makeup or whatever
diana_angel: oh bulshit, like you want to hear about my makeup!
gst443: but I’m betting you never mention it because you don’t wear any
diana_angel: I don’t! Hardly any!
gst443: cuz you’re a dude
gst443: if you were a real girl, you’d wear makeup
diana_angel: This is fucking absurd. When did you turn into such an asshole?
gst443 left the chat at 10:22
Friday, 11:03 PM
diana_angel: Hey. Didn’t think you’d be around after last time.
gst443: yeah, well
gst443: no big deal. so you’re not really a girl
gst443: not like I haven’t known for a while
diana_angel: Greg, seriously, cut that shit out!
diana_angel: Fuck, I even bought some new makeup yesterday, just to shut you up about it.
gst443: oh yeah?
gst443: what’d you get?
diana_angel: It’s a lip plumper… I’ve never used that before. Feel pretty fucking ridiculous, to be honest.
gst443: well, you can’t just use that
gst443: you need gloss, as well
gst443: any real girl would know that
diana_angel: I AM wearing lip gloss, too!
gst443: is that right? how’s it look?
diana_angel: I feel silly. I never wear makeup like this.
gst443: right, because you’re a guy
diana_angel: Greg, seriously, stop it! Why can’t you trust me, here? I’m really trying to convince you. I want to meet you! We’ve had such good conversations these last few months.
gst443: i know we have
gst443: trust me, I want to believe you
gst443: but I still think you’re full of it.
diana_angel: What? Why?
gst443: well, tell me what you’re wearing now
diana_angel: Don’t be gross.
gst443: see? evasive
diana_angel: Oh, come on
gst443: like you’ve got something to hide
diana_angel: Fine! I’m in my pajamas, okay? It’s a black tanktop and some sweatpants.
gst443: not really
gst443: sounds like something a dude would wear
gst443: but nice try
diana_angel: Goddammit, Greg
gst443 left the chat at 11:40
Sunday, 8:55 PM
diana_angel: I missed you yesterday.
gst443: yeah, i was busy
gst443: what’s up?
diana_angel: Ask me what I’m wearing.
gst443: okay, okay
gst443: hey diana, what are you wearing?
diana_angel: Oh, nothing, just my bra and panties and a pair of heels… why do you ask? :)
diana_angel: It’s true! C’mon, I’ve been thinking about what you said, and… well, maybe I could dress a little more feminine sometimes.
diana_angel: I’ve been wearing more makeup, too. It does make me feel pretty.
gst443: yeah? how did you dress today?
diana_angel: A skirt
gst443: thanks for being so specific, fuck
diana_angel: Come on! This is new to me.
diana_angel: It was a denim skirt, about knee length. I had on a white blouse and some wedge sandals.
diana_angel: I got kind of self-conscious because you could see a bit of my bra. I had an extra button undone because it was warm out.
diana_angel: And my makeup was all done up… it felt weird, but I liked it. I kept noticing guys staring at me.
gst443: you did all that?
gst443: just because I told you to?
diana_angel: Well, I mean…
diana_angel: I guess, yeah.
diana_angel: Do you believe me now?
gst443: well, it doesn’t hurt. that was pretty girly of you
gst443: doing what you’re told like that.
gst443: that’s what girls do, after all
diana_angel: Stop it
diana_angel: That’s super sexist.
gst443: it’s true
gst443: girls just aren’t as smart as guys, so they do better when they’re told what to do
diana_angel: Jesus, Greg…
gst443: any real girl would know it’s true. they don’t let it bother them, they just dress up cute and smile and do what men tell them
gst443: anyway, I have to go
gst443 left the chat at 9:17
Monday, 7:21 PM
gst443: you’re on early
diana_angel: Yeah, well, I was looking forward to talking to you!
gst443: yeah? still trying to convince me you’re not a dude?
diana_angel: Greg! C’mon, will you knock that off?
diana_angel: What do I have to do to convince you?
gst443: you’re asking me to tell you what to do?
diana_angel: Well… yes
diana_angel: Isn’t that what girls are supposed to do?
gst443: that’s right
gst443: good for you
diana_angel: …so? Are you going to tell me what to do?
diana_angel: I thought that’s what guys did… told girls what to do
gst443: but girls need to show initiative, too
gst443: I mean, you’re hear for men’s pleasure, aren’t you?
diana_angel: we are?
gst443: of course
gst443: didn’t you know that?
diana_angel: well, no…
gst443: you really have a lot to learn
gst443: if you’re a real girl, you’ll know what I want from you
gst443: show some initiative, then I’ll believe you
gst443 left the chat at 7:44 PM
Tuesday, 8:58 PM
diana_angel: hi Greg
gst443: hey, what’s up
diana_angel: can I show you something?
diana_angelhas sent pic4greg.jpg
gst443: that’s you, huh?
diana_angel: I swear!
diana_angel: do you believe me?
gst443: well, you look different
gst443: makeup, wearing a little pink… showing off your tits, even
gst443: I hardly recognized you
gst443: don’t be dumb, diana
gst443: at least
gst443: dumber than you already are
gst443: I knew you were a girl
gst443: i just wanted to make sure you were a REAL girl
diana_angel: what are you talking about?
gst443: you know… dumb, slutty, easy to manipulate, eager to please
gst443: a ditzy bimbo
gst443: that’s what I’ve been making sure of
gst443: keeping you using this chat client long enough that it could fuck your brain for me
gst443: seems like it worked, huh?
diana_angel: you.. wait, you did something to me
diana_angel: to my brain
diana_angel: what the fuck
diana_angel: I feel so strange
gst443: of course I did, dummy
gst443: you were fun enough, but I wanted a bimbo, not just some geeky chick
gst443: if you’re coming out here, I want you to be a real girl
diana_angel: i am!
gst443: well, real girls do as they’re told.
gst443: real girls dress slutty.
gst443: real girls love to suck cock.
gst443: real girls giggle.
gst443: real girls take it up the ass.
gst443: real girls are stupid
diana_angel: ohhhh god
gst443: real girls don’t think for themselves
diana_angel: my brain
gst443: real girls are whores
gst443: are you a real girl, diana?
gst443: yes or no
diana_angel: yes sir
diana_angel: I’m dumb and slutty and I love to fuck and I suck cock
diana_angel: i can’t think and i’m giggly and i’m a whore
diana_angel: i’m a dumb bimbo slut who will do whatever you say master
gst443: good girl.
gst443: let’s look into booking that flight now.
diana_angel: yes master
(thanks to all the delightful folks in the chat who helped me brainstorm this one!)
Oh, damn, there he is again.
Sophie’s neighbour smiled that wide, toothy smile at the girl under his arm. With a wave of his arm he took in the apartment building’s corridor, saying something unheard to the girl, who laughed in response. Sophie glared through the open crack of her door. She was a short blonde, lithe body wrapped in a white sundress.
Not that she’ll stay that way for long.
They’d never believed her story. She hardly believed it herself sometimes. One evening he’d come home with some girl he’d picked up on his arm. The next morning, he’d be kissing goodbye another girl - but what girls. Full, voluptuous curves, barely contained in dresses or jeans pulled taut by what it almost failed to contain. Long, silky hair falling to their waists. And in their eyes -
He finished toying with his keys, and approached the door beside hers. Quiet as a mouse, Sophie leaned back to close her door, pausing worriedly after the soft click. Good, he hadn’t heard.
It wouldn’t be long now, she knew, as she paced across the room, pulling off her work clothes as she did so. The moans, the screams, all the noise from through the wall as if it wasn’t even there. She’d left notes, of course, slipping them under his door, but they hadn’t had any affect. Finally it had only been when she’d noticed the similarities between the girls he took in there and those that left that she’d stopped, out of fear.
They were the same.
Different, of course, she’d explained to the others. Of course different. But - but something in the face had clued her in. The eyes, or the mouth, maybe, or an oddly-set nose, or…. they were the same. She was sure of it. Why couldn’t they just have believed her?
Sophie’s thoughts were interrupted as the noise began. Her nightly serenade. A spark of anger made her stride over to the wall, raise her fist to hit it, ready to yell for him to shut up - before lowering it again. It might make her feel a little better, but it had got him to stop. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep breath, turning to lean her back against the wall. The screams echoed through her room and on the night air outside, the squeaking of springs and the pounding of a bed all added to the headache she was quickly getting. Ugh. The reverberations seemed to pound spikes of ice into her brain, shaking her body as her ass slid against the wall. It almost felt numb and yet nervy all at the same time, her shifting to move away stifled by the strange feelings-
Her tired eyes sliding down her body opened wide as her sight revealed the cause of the sensations. The panties that had felt so suddenly pinching against her skin stretched, as within her hips slowly grew out along the wall. Even as Sophie stared, terrified, threads began to shift, the edge of her plain black panties thinning and lightening as lace began to form along the edges.
She had to pull herself away from the wall! Away from the pounding that vibrated around her body, entered through her wide, jiggling ass, and rebounded within, pushing against her skin, stretching, enlarging.
Still she expanded. A sudden touch below confused her already-addled mind, until she realised that her thighs had swollen enough to touch. Sophie clenched her legs together, though she was no longer sure whether it was to build up the strength to propel herself away from the wall or just to try and stem the heat that was starting to build between them. She rocked from one side to the other, one cheek flat against the wall at a time, her sense of balance utterly thrown. Momentary strength gone thanks to her efforts, she reeled, her shoulders slapping against the side.
Her breasts ached. Every pounding blow from the room behind her pulsed through her back and surged into her chest, rhythmic blows heralded by lace creeping out ever further in time with the sound. Her nipples felt like tiny daggers, tipping growing orbs that began to bounce themselves, an off-beat counter that only served to add another source of the delicious palpitations spreading through her changing form. Her hands reached up to cup them; her fingers barely contained them now, tips disappearing from view as they sank into deep, soft breasts. They were the size now that her ass had once been; that was still bursting outwards into ridiculous curves that only served to leave her touching the wall with more burning skin. Moaning, she willed her hands away, stroking her skin that almost seemed to vibrate to the touch now, up past her neck and through her tousled hair-
Once she’d had a pixie cut. Now, thick waves of beautiful hair spread downwards past her hands, tickling the tops of her breasts. No. It couldn’t reach her head. It was one thing if this gave her a wide, spankable ass, or made her breasts yearn to be touched, to be held, but if it got in her head, she’d… she’d be one of them. One of the after day girls. The pounding filled her, a jackhammer at her core, each beat as familiar and necessary to her as her own rapid heartbeat. She’d just be another of the girls in his room, moaning, screaming, changing. Throbs echoed through her skull. Have to… have to focus… focus…. Even her own thoughts now came in waves, brief moments of clarity erased by the ferocious, relentless blows. She could feel them building inside her, the moans from next door twins now to her own, and the pounding now at last directed itself inwards, downwards, deep inside her, deeper, deeper…..
"Jesus, Mel, put them away! I know you got fake tits. You didn’t have to take me all the way out here to show me them!"
"You… mean I should’ve shown them to you at home?"
"No! Mel, I mean, I don’t want to see them at all! I don’t know why you went through with it. Was this for a guy or something?"
"Duh, Lil, I told you! I was camping out here and these fairies came and-"
"You were visited by the Boob Fairy. Sure, I remember."
"It’s not the Boob Fairy, silly! They’re just forest spirits! And they, like, said the forest was all dying and stuff, so they needed more fer.. fer…"
"Yeppers! Like, so they gave me these huge boobies, and now I’m all like, super-fertile and stuff!"
"Ok, you’ve cracked. Let’s just go home, ok? We can… Wait…. are those things growing?"
"Oooh, yes! They said if I brought a friend, they’d bless me even more!"
"Bless you- Mel, I don’t know what’s going on here, but we’d better gooooo…….. oooooooooooh…..”
"Oh, wow, feels great, doesn’t it Lily? Wow, I think you’re going to end up even bigger than me!"
"Haha, yeppers! Don’t worry about that weird feeling, that’s just your unconsh… unconsu…. your mind being all changed so you like sex and stuff!"
"Heehee! Oh, wow, come on, I can totally hear some people camping up the hill! We’re sooooo gonna fix up this forest, like, super quick!”
My breasts were my whole world.
His fingers delicately yet somehow powerfully kneading and flexing. His palms cupping and caressing. His skin on mine. His touch igniting flames within me that built and burned and threatened to consume me entirely.
The feelings were beyond description. The sensations beyond measure. On the pleasure.
Oh dear god the pleasure…
From the moment his fingers touched me I was lost. I needed more. No matter the cost. I would do anything. I had never imagined it could feel like this. Never thought anything could be like this.
I don’t know what had changed. It had never felt this way before. They had never felt like this before. Or had they? Had it always been like this? Had I always existed in this moment? In this fractional second of bliss that would never, could never end? In this moment of ecstasy, the world being dissolved until there was nothing but my tits, and his hands?
He was talking. Whispering sweet nothings, or questions, or commands in my ear. But I couldn’t understand the words. Couldn’t find the few moments of attention to tear away from the glorious pleasure to decipher their meaning. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
I just nodded, eagerly nodded, urgently moaned, and desperately whispered “Yes, Anything” over and over again. Agreeing without question to words unheard. Anything to let this rapture continue. Anything if he would just keep playing with my tits. Letting me feel the perfect joy and contentment of knowing I was fulfilling my purpose, my reason for existence.
He spoke. And he kneaded. And the pleasure grew. Impossibly grew. It spread, and filled, my body, my mind, my soul. It filled and caressed and reshaped what it touched.
He spoke, and I moaned.
He spoke, and I answered.
He spoke, and I begged.
His hands left me then, they rose to take my shoulders, to turn me around. And I whimpered in loss and confusion, only to find the pleasure unabated. The rapture undiminished. I looked up into his eyes, and he spoke, unheard, incomprehensible words, lost in the boiling seas of lust and bliss that separated us.
But I heard my voice answer, “Yes Master”, and I smiled, for I knew completion. And I knelt, in submission and joy, to serve my purpose.
omg, so hot.
This gif catches my favorite moment in mind control or hypnosis. That instant where the subject — me, if I’m lucky — realizes that they’re about to go under, and that there’s absolutely nothing they can do about it. That moment of loosing control and of *knowing* that you’ve lost control? It gets me wet every time.