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Angle of submission (Nino BE Hypno TF)
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 22:55:00 +0000 UTCThe quiet hum of the afternoon was a rare moment of peace in the Nakano household, but for Futaro Uesugi, it was the perfect opportunity for a different kind of lesson—one he hoped would resolve the persistent disruptions caused by the most challenging of the quintuplets.
Nino Nakano was currently the thorn in his side, having managed to thwart his plans more times than he cared to count. Determined to find a solution, Futaro had delved into some unconventional methods involving psychology and hypnosis. Today, he decided to put his research into practice.
He found her alone in the kitchen, a sanctuary amid the chaos, where she was pouring herself a coffee. “Nino, can we talk?” Futaro’s voice broke the silence, causing her to turn with a start.
Her guard went up instantly, eyes narrowing. “What is it this time, Uesugi? Another tedious lecture?”
“No, not a lecture,” Futaro replied, stepping into the room, his demeanor calm. “A challenge. If you can manage a simple task, I’ll leave you and your sisters alone for a week.”
Interest flickered in Nino’s gaze, mixed with suspicion. “What’s the challenge?”
“Just keep your eyes on my finger for one minute,” Futaro said, raising his index finger in front of her. “If you do that, you won’t see me for the rest of the week.”
Nino laughed dismissively and crossed her arms. “That’s it? Fine, you’re on.”
“Alright, let’s start.” Futaro held his finger steady, just at eye level. “Keep looking here.”
Nino focused on his finger, her expression smug. Futaro began muttering under his breath, his words barely audible, like a gentle breeze whisking through the room. It sounded like nonsensical rambling, a soft, monotonous drone that seemed endless. Is he trying to summon a demon or something? Nino wondered internally, her thoughts tinged with amusement.
The minute stretched on, and just as Nino was about to chide him for his weird performance, Futaro’s voice suddenly sharpened, clear and commanding. “Your eyes are now stuck to my finger. You can no longer look away.”
The abrupt change caught Nino off guard. She intended to scoff, to break away just to prove him wrong, yet she found herself unable to divert her gaze. Okay, weird. I’ll just play along... she thought, trying to convince herself that her compliance was just part of the game.
"Your legs are stiff and rigid. You can no longer move them from their place," Futaro continued, his eyes locked on hers, searching for any sign of faltering.
Nino felt a subtle stiffness in her legs. Right, like I’m really under some spell. I just don’t feel like moving, that’s all, she argued internally, her rationalizations fighting against the growing oddity of her physical responses.
Futaro’s next instruction came softly, yet it resonated deeply. "Your eyes must always be level with the tip of my finger. When I move my finger down, you will bend at your hips to remain level."
A tingle ran down her spine, the sensation unsettling yet oddly compelling. No way I’m actually going to bend. This is ridiculous, she thought defiantly, even as she prepared to resist.
"Lastly," Futaro's voice dropped to a whisper, each word heavy with intent, "when I slowly move my finger down, all of your negative thoughts towards me will trickle down into your boobs and butt. Any thoughts that don’t include obeying me will simply leave your head, move down and convert into mass and be placed into your boobs or butt. Maybe even both. And when your body reaches a bow angle of exactly 90°, then there will be nothing left in your head besides a desire to follow me."
The ludicrousness of his claim was almost laughable. He’s gone mad, Nino thought, even as cold shower ran over her back. Her chest felt tight and her behind tingled, but that couldn't possibly be because Futaro said those stupid things.
But then, the madness began.
As Futaro's finger began its slow descent, Nino felt a strange pull, her body responding with a subtle forward tilt that gradually intensified. At first, the movement was minimal, almost imperceptible, and she wondered why she couldn't seem to straighten up. Her eyes stayed glued to his finger, locked in a visual embrace she couldn’t break.
Nino's thoughts whirled chaotically as she noticed her slight forward lean. Why am I bending? It’s just his stupid finger moving. I can stand up straight anytime I want, right? But her body didn’t respond to her mental commands, her torso inching forward as if tethered to his movements.
Her mind raced, grappling with the reality of her situation. This is ridiculous, I don’t believe in hypnosis. It's just a trick, and I'm just playing along... aren't I? Yet, the eerie precision of her movements, mirroring Futaro’s hand, suggested otherwise. She felt a creeping doubt, an unsettling question of whether her will was truly her own.
As the angle on her hips reached about 10 degrees, Nino’s internal debate deepened. She could feel a light strain in her back, her muscles tensing subtly as she maintained her awkward posture. Okay, maybe I’m not entirely in control here. But it’s still just a silly game, isn’t it? Why can’t I just straighten up?
Her thoughts were a tangled mess of denial and creeping realization. The sensation wasn’t painful, but it was impossible to ignore the movement that seemed completely out of her own control. The initial amusement was fading, replaced by a dawning awareness that Futaro’s absurd claims might have some effect after all.
When her upper body tilted to 25 degrees, the change became undeniable. A strong tingle that was surging through her was gradually intensifying, starting at her spine and radiating outward. To her horror, she could feel her rear and bust beginning to swell, the fabric of her uniform stretching uncomfortably tight against her skin.
This can’t be happening! It’s like my thoughts are actually... filling them up? But that’s impossible! Nino’s mind raced, her logical self wrestling with the absurdity of the situation. Yet, the physical evidence was irrefutable, her body morphing in ways that defied explanation.
The sensation was bewildering, completely surreal. As her bust and rear expanded, the weight shifted her balance further, enhancing the bow of her body. Is this really because of what he said? Am I just imagining things, or is this actually happening? Or… Or… The thoughts continued to drain, seemingly seeping into her expanding curves, each one swelling with what felt like the weight of her forsaken skepticism.
No, no, no! This isn’t what I want. But why does it feel like I’m not the one deciding anymore? Panic fluttered in her chest, mixed with a bizarre sense of resignation as she realized her resistance was not only futile but diminishing. Her body obeyed Futaro, her mind caught in whatever he did, leaving her helpless but to follow the path his finger traced through the air.
At 45 degrees, Nino's mind felt lighter, as if her thoughts were being skimmed off the top like cream from milk. The resistance and complex reasoning that characterized her usual mental state were draining away, leaving simpler, more basic thoughts in their wake. Why is this happening? I don't want this... but it’s getting hard to remember why.
Her awareness of the transformation grew alongside the physical changes. The tingling sensation that had started as a mere whisper now roared through her, funneling into her bust and rear. Her bust, now more than doubled in size, strained against the fabric of her blouse, the buttons threatening to give way under the pressure. Each breath she took was accompanied by a strange, new heaviness that seemed both foreign and increasingly natural.
Equally, her rear expanded, providing a counterbalance that kept her oddly stable in her inclined posture. It was as if her body was morphing to maintain equilibrium, ensuring she could continue to obey Futaro’s downward motion despite the unnatural position. The growth was both a reason for panic and somehow a reason for bizarre relief, as it somehow made her able to keep standing despite the weight shifts.
It's too much... but what can I do? Her thoughts swirled, simpler now, less about defiance and more about the strange, growing urge to just let go, to stop fighting an increasingly irresistible force. I feel like... it's leaving me…
As Futaro’s finger descended to the 60-degree mark, the changes escalated dramatically. Nino’s thoughts, now mere shadows of their former complexity, began to echo the singular focus Futaro had implanted. Follow Futaro, listen to Futaro, obey Futaro... The mantra pulsed through her mind with each heartbeat, each swell of her body reinforcing the command.
Her bust had grown so large that it altered her silhouette completely, the contours of her body now exaggerated to an almost comical extent. Yet, there was nothing humorous about her situation, not to her. The weight was immense, pulling at her spine, yet bizarrely balanced by the equally massive growth of her rear, which now made her feel like she was carrying heavy weights perfectly distributed to keep her pinned in this transformative bow.
The physical transformation was no longer just an external change but a deep, internal realignment of her sense of self. Each additional degree of bowing seemed to pump more of her rebellious spirit out of her mind, inflating her physical form with what was left of her resistance.
Can’t think... too heavy... too hard to focus on anything but him... Her mind fuzzed at the edges, thoughts becoming sluggish, sinking under the weight of her transformed body and the draining of her will. The desire to resist, once a fierce flame within her, was now just a flickering ember, smothered by the overwhelming need to comply.
Around 75 degrees, the physical and mental transformation of Nino seemed to slow down. Her thoughts, once a vibrant tapestry of opinions, plans, and rebellious streaks, had simplified into a serene stream of basic impulses and directives. Obey Futaro, listen to Futaro... These thoughts repeated rhythmically, syncing with her heartbeat, a mantra that filled the dwindling spaces of her mind. There simply wasn’t much left in her head.
Her body had transformed dramatically. Her bust and rear, now absurdly enlarged, seemed to pull her further into her bow, as if gravity itself conspired to keep her in this subservient posture. The weight was substantial, yet her body had adjusted, her spine curving naturally to support the new mass. Each movement felt both foreign and oddly predetermined, as though her body was no longer her own, but a vessel shaped by external will.
The physical sensations were overwhelming but no longer uncomfortable. Instead, they seemed to reinforce her new reality, each pulse of growth a reminder of her diminishing resistance. It’s easier not to fight... easier just to follow... Her mind floated in a haze of compliance, the effort of resistance now seeming pointless and exhausting.
And then it happened. Her upper body was parallel to the ground, her eyes still inexplicably locked on his finger, despite the unnatural position. And that's where her thoughts completely ceased to be her own and became echoes of Futaro's commands. Follow Futaro, listen to Futaro, obey Futaro...
Her physical form was a caricature of femininity, with her bust and rear swollen to extreme proportions Her breasts each resembling beach balls if not larger, so big that she couldn’t even reach her nipples anymore with her hands. And her butt was so massive that it looked like she was smuggling award winning watermelons in her trunk.
Futaro is right. I must follow. I must obey. These thoughts were no longer her own but implanted commands that felt as natural to her as breathing. The complexity of her previous life was gone, replaced by the straightforward necessity of obedience. Her physical form, while cumbersome, now seemed the perfect representation of her new, simplified existence—large, noticeable, impossible to ignore, just like her need to obey.
As Nino maintained her 90-degree bow, the heaviness of her transformation weighed both physically and mentally upon her. Futaro, observing the rather extreme effects of his hypnotic commands, prepared to give a new command—one that would redefine her sense of self. One that was a lot more pleasant to be around of course.
Futaro spoke with a calm authority, his voice cutting through the quiet that had settled around them. "When I raise my finger again, your skills, passions, and knowledge will return to you, but slightly changed. The mindset you have now, this is your one, true mindset. 'Futaro is right. I must follow. I must obey.' Any thought returning to your head that contradicts your mantra will simply be changed so that it fits your mindset."
Hearing this, Nino felt a flicker of confusion—an unusual sensation given her current state of simplicity. She couldn't recall having any thoughts that didn't revolve around obeying Futaro. The concept of having other passions or skills seemed alien, almost like a story told about someone else. Skills? Passions? Do I have those? She wondered briefly, but even this thought quickly realigned to fit her mantra: If I have them, they must help me obey Futaro.
Futaro watched her closely, noting the brief ripple across her otherwise placid demeanor. "Are you ready? Remember, your eyes must always be at eye level with my fingertip." His tone was gentle yet firm, a guiding force for the commands he was about to reinforce.
As Futaro slowly lifted his finger, Nino's body responded almost mechanically. Her spine straightened, pulling her torso upright in a smooth, controlled motion. Her eyes, locked onto his finger, maintained perfect alignment as her body unfolded from its extreme bow. The movement felt natural, as if her body was designed to respond to these cues and nothing else.
As she straightened, the earlier sensations of expansion and transformation were no longer present, her assets stayed just as they were. Instead, a rush of information began to flood back into her mind. Memories of cooking, arguing passionately with her sisters, plans for the future—all flickered at the edges of her consciousness, each tinged with the new perspective that had been ingrained into her.
However, as each memory and skill resurfaced, it morphed subtly. Her cooking skills now seemed relevant mostly in how they could serve Futaro. Her assertive nature, which was once a tool for defiance of Futaro, was slowly getting reformed into a means of better handling for Futaro's commands. Even her dreams and ambitions shaped themselves around the central pillar of her existence: obedience to Futaro.
Nino found herself standing fully upright, her gaze never wavering from Futaro's finger. The confusion had faded, replaced by a clear and undeniable truth that everything she was and would be centered around her service to him. The complexities of her previous life were simplified, distilled into a pure desire to follow and obey.
Futaro assessed Nino, his eyes carefully noting every minute shift in her expression and posture. "And when I snap my fingers, your trance is lifted. Your eyes are no longer bound to my finger, your legs no longer stiff. You will simply 'wake up' and wash out of your mind the notion that you have ever been hypnotized. That simply is impossible in your mind. Ready?" His voice was even, the command embedded smoothly into the flow of his instructions, ensuring it lodged deep within her subconscious.
With a crisp snap of his fingers, the air seemed to shift slightly, marking the transition from hypnotic submission to a semblance of normalcy.
Instantly, Nino's eyes blinked open rapidly, breaking free from the mesmerizing hold of Futaro's finger. She glanced around, her mind foggy, as if she were surfacing from a profound, disorienting dream. As the stiffness in her legs eased, she moved them tentatively, feeling an unfamiliar freedom in her limbs. Then, as her gaze dropped to her body, shock jolted through her.
Her hands instinctively reached for her chest, touching the enormous swell of her bust, each the size of beach balls. Why are they so heavy? she thought, panic creeping in as the weight pulled at her frame. She shifted slightly, and the movement sent a ripple through her, her rear feeling just as massively altered. My butt too? What's happening to me?
“What the heck?!” Nino’s heart raced as she realized she was standing there, looking absolutely ridiculous, and in front of Futaro no less. What the heck happened? And why now? And right in front of him! Her mind reeled with a mix of embarrassment and confusion, struggling to process the radical changes to her body.
But before the panic could fully grip her, Futaro's calm, authoritative voice cut through the turmoil. "Don't worry about them. Just accept your new curves." His words were gentle yet firm, carrying an authority that resonated deeply within her.
At the sound of his command, a sudden wave of calm washed over Nino. If Futaro says it’s okay, then it must be okay, she reassured herself, feeling the initial shock and panic dissipate almost instantly. Her breathing slowed, and her mind settled. Futaro’s commands matter more than anything. If he tells me not to be worried, why should I be?
"Yes, I see," Nino responded, her voice now steady and devoid of any earlier distress. The crisis was washed away by Futaro’s words, leaving her with nothing but acceptance for her new and improved body.
As she adjusted her clothing to better accommodate her new dimensions, her movements became fluid and natural. Futaro watched on, satisfied that his commands had fully taken hold. Nino, for her part, felt a quiet happiness about her current state. This is just how things are now, she thought, finding solace in the simplicity of that acceptance.
"Nino, as you know, it's important that all your sisters cooperate with their studies," Futaro began in his casual but authoritative tone. "We need to maintain a good pace if everyone is to succeed this year."
Nino nodded, her movements still slightly awkward as she adjusted to the balance required by her new size. "Of course, Futaro. Whatever you think is best. I'll make sure they all fall in line."
Futaro smiled slightly, pleased with her response. "I'm glad to hear that. And I was thinking, with your... new perspective, perhaps you could help me more directly. Would you consider being my assistant in organizing the study sessions? Your attention to detail could be quite beneficial."
The suggestion seemed to please Nino, her expression brightening as she responded, "I'd love to help, Futaro. It sounds like a perfect way to ensure everything goes smoothly."
Encouraged by her enthusiasm, Futaro took a moment to admire the effectiveness of his hypnotic suggestions before following it up with a more personal request. "And Nino, seeing you bare the burden of... bustyness I can only recommend sharing it with other people. For example I would love to feel their weight at some point. I hope you understand."
Nino's cheeks colored slightly, a remnant of her old self flickering for a moment before she responded. "If you think it’s appropriate, Futaro, I trust your judgment. You always know what’s best."
"Thank you, Nino. I appreciate your trust and cooperation. Let's ensure this semester is a success." Futaro nodded, his expression one of both satisfaction and anticipation. " That said, considering how well you've adapted, what do you think about assisting me in giving your sisters a hypnosis session too? It could really help them concentrate better."
Nino, ever eager to support Futaro's initiatives, replied without hesitation, though with a hint of bemusement, "I'll help with whatever you need, Futaro. But I don't really believe in hypnosis myself—it seems a bit unrealistic, doesn't it?"
Futaro's response was a gentle smile, his expression amused. "Of course, you don’t," he said, a light chuckle escaping him. "Glad to know that your mighty assets are fully on my team now, though. That is a massive help to me… as well as a treat to watch."
From Nino’s perspective, Futaro's words floated through her mind, slightly puzzling yet pleasing. Being 'a treat to watch,' was some of the highest praise she could hear, so she didn’t pay too much attention to everything else. The rush of happiness she felt knowing that her colossal boobs and mega butt were to Futaro's liking was more than enough for her. He's happy with how I am now, so everything must be right, she thought, her mind free from the need to question or analyze his words further.
He's always right anyway, Nino concluded internally, her contentment anchored deeply in the trust and acceptance she had for Futaro. And the idea of extending this 'help' to her sisters seemed perfectly natural under Futaro's guidance, her doubts about hypnosis irrelevant to her dedicated support for his plans.
And he knew that too. After all, the success lies in the angle of attack.
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Fuutarou found a way to actually get Nino to cooperate with him by… hypnotizing her into full submission. But if it works, it works. Sketch by ThatFreakGivz.
