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Hypnotized, Part 5 - Female Version
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Summary: For a college assignment, Violet allows herself to be hypnotized. Contains: Female: breast expansion, butt expansion, eventual pregnancy, belly expansion, lactation.
Note: This is the female version of Hypnotized.
Previous Chapter
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Dean always made sure to have food prepared at the times that Violet was due to eat. Dean often found himself getting up in the middle of the night just to bring food back to bed for Violet. It was exhausting just for Dean, he couldnt imagine how Violet had been able to handle the periodic feedings over the past few weeks.
By the time the psychology presentation was due, Violet had gotten sick. After days of suffering from nausea and vomiting, she could barely summon the strength to get out of bed (except to run to the bathroom).
Dont worry. Ill handle the presentation, Dean murmured to her, running his fingers through Violets hair.
Violet momentarily stared up at him, before offering a weak nod, and closing her eyes. Dean could tell that she was miserable. Violet wasnt one to put her grades in other peoples hands.
Heading to the kitchen, Dean lifted a large plate containing a mountain of warm, soft, freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. They were easily 500 calories a piece. He brought it back to the bedroom and set it on the night stand for Violets next feeding time. He didnt know if it would mix well with Violets bouts of nausea, but he hoped for the best.
Finally, Dean grabbed his backpack and headed to school. Upon arrival to his morning psych class, he apologized for Violets absence, but asserted that he and Violet had contributed equal parts in the researchin fact, that Violet had done more. With that, Dean went to the front of the classroom and unloaded his display.
It wasnt exactly the presentation that Violet might have expected.
Dean pulled out posters, charts, and enlarged photographs, all detailing Violets considerable breast development, butt growth, and generalized weight gain. The class gasped at the images detailing the progression of Violets growth. There were pictures of Violet in which her breasts were just beginning to bud in her T-shirts, her bottom only slightly plump. And then there were pictures of her miserably clutching her round plump breasts, pictures of her tugging her pants up her swollen ass, or recent ones, of her early in the morning, yawning, or rubbing her face, her mounds on full display. There was one of her profile, taken only a day or two ago, that showed off the true extent of her growth. She was wearing an extra-long T-shirt that served as sleeping attire for her, her incredibly round GG-cup breasts stretching it out, her fat grape-sized nipples protruding evidently, and her ass sticking out like two volleyballs behind her, the hem drawn up to reveal several inches of the twin mounds bulging in the thong she was wearing. Her stomach was starting to get rounded as well, but it was barely noticeable compared to her other growths.
My presentation is on the power of hypnotism, said Dean, pulling a laser pointer out of his pocket as the class continued to gawk at his display. Through the use of hypnotism, I turned this thin, stubborn friend of mine
Dean focused the pointer on a photo of Violet just preceding the hypnotism, back when she was still quite small. To this. Dean moved the pointer to the latest image of Violet in the long white T-shirt that was stretched to transparency over her mounds. Of course, the subject had no idea that I was documenting any of this. But there was a certain sense of complacency as things progressed. Just look at the arch of her brow. Dean returned to the first image: thin-Violet. Clenched jaw. Tense shoulders. A naturally stressed demeanor. Dean returned to the latest photo: plump Violet. In this photo, her features are completely relaxed. I have no doubt that she has come to accept her continuous growth. In fact, she may have found some comfort in it.
Dean lowered the laser pointer, and went on to explain the nature of the experiment, from the specifics of the hypnotism, to Violets inability to resist it, despite her skepticism of hypnotism and obstinate personality. Using charts and graphs, Dean went on to detail Violets progressive expansion from week to week. He discussed Violets behaviors at school and during their study meets, and Violets inability to ignore even one subliminal command.
By the time the presentation was close to over, Deans classmates faces ranged in expression from disturbed, to fearfulsome even looked disgusted. While some students gave Dean shocked looks, others took care to avoid meeting Deans eyes, as though they feared he might try to hypnotize them.
The bell rang, and the conclusion of Deans presentation was cut short. The other students hurried out of the classroom, one roughly pushing past Dean. Dean simply smiled and straightened his tie. Youre one sick fuck, another student muttered as they walked out.
With a shrug, Dean began to pack up his presentation. Someone cleared their throat beside him, and Dean looked up at the professor.
You would understand that your presentation may have prompted some ethical concerns from your colleaguesmyself included, said Professor Andrews. Her expression was tight. Hypnotizing a student without her knowledge, even compelling her to drug herselfone might feel obligated to bring this matter to the authorities.
I got full consent from Violet prior to even starting the experiment. She signed my written proposal. Thats the hazard of skepticism, I guess. I have a copy of all the paperwork filed with my parents attorney, if you wanted to make an appointment? said Dean.
Professor Andrews frowned, but said nothing.
Then Ill see you in the fall, professor. Dean finished packing his bag and exited the classroom.
When Dean got back to his apartment, Violet was still in bed. Dean wondered if she had been there all day. The plate of cookies had been emptied, not a crumb spared from Violets appetite.
Dean climbed into bed with Violet. He wrapped around her from behind and absently held Violets bloated belly, wondering if she was still feeling sick or just stuffed by then.
Regardless of which it was, Dean couldnt help the feelings of guilt that had occupied him since leaving class that day. Professor Andrews had been right. The ethical issues of this were profound. And so, reaching into his pocket, Dean withdrew the compass. He then placed it into the palm of Violets right hand, wrapping Violets fingers around it. Violet was mostly asleep, but she held onto it.
Dean leaned over to Violets ear. Focus on my words, he said quietly. Envision the needle. The spinning needle. Suddenly it stops. Everything stops. You are no longer under my control.
I am no longer under your control, Violet repeated faintly.
And like that, it was over.
With a sigh, Dean closed his eyes.
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A few weeks later, Dean hurried around his apartment, doing some last-minute packing before his flight in an hour. He was visiting his parents up north for the summer break. He had invited Violet to stay in his apartment during his absence. Violet hadnt really responded to the invitation, but she didnt seem to be in a rush to go anywhere.
Dean paused in the bedroom to observe Violet thoughtfully. He approached the bed and sat on the edge of it.
Though it was almost noon, Violet was fast asleep. At present, she was lying on her stomach, wearing just a tank top and some panties. The underwear was straining to contain her ass, which was bulging out at all sides of it. Dean found himself starting. He watched Violets ass tremble, before the briefs started to tear. Violet groaned. Not again, she mumbled as she sat up.
Violet was outgrowing a lot of her clothes. With the end of the experiment, Dean had thought that Violet would start to shrink, but that was not the case. If anything, the opposite was happening. She was still eating a lot, but not like clockwork, like before. It was a habit she couldnt seem to kick, and she was getting rounder, fuller, chubbier too.
Violet frowned down at herself, and at the damp spots in her shirt. Her nipples still leaked sometimes. Her breasts were round as ever, her ass hugely plump, and her stomach was growing as well, now round and protruding like a beer belly. Presently it was sticking out beneath the stretched tanktop, pushing down the waistband of the panties.
See you in a few months, said Dean, leaning over to give Violet a deep kiss on the lips.
Cant wait, Violet said back with a weak smile.
Dean grinned, and hurried off.
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A week into Deans absence, Violet did what she should have done a long time ago.
She went to the doctors.
She wore a large thong, a T-shirt, and pulled out a pair of large sweats only as far as it would go. Atop that, she pulled on a massive trench-coat she had ordered online. It hugged her frame, and did little to hide her shape, but it was better than nothing.
She sat in the waiting room, skin burning red, feeling the stares of the other waiting patients. The only person she felt comfortable around anymore was Dean. Finally, her name was called, and Violet walked into the examination room, feeling her round ass cheeks rocking behind her.
Stunningly enough, her doctor maintained her composure, even as Violet was forced to remove the trenchcoat, most of her round bottom bulging out over the waistband of her pants.
Feeling too ungainly to climb onto the exam table, Violet took a seat on a chair, her ass barely able to squeeze through the metal arms. She breathed heavily, her breasts heaving where they bulged against the low neckline of her shirt.
Your vitals look good, said the doctor, after the initial exam. But I will run some blood tests. My guess would be an extreme hormone imbalance. I can refer you to some surgeons following treatment.
Violet looked down. She had never thought of her condition as being curable. She had somehow come to think of it as a permanent part of her. She wasnt sure, at that point, of exactly why she had gone to see a doctor. Maybe to find out why all this had happened. But the thought of changing herself back to the skinny young adult she had formerly been startled her a little. Dean liked her this way.
No thanks, said Violet.
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A few months later, the summer was over, and the first semester of grad school would be starting up in only a few days. Dean was beyond excited to return to his apartment. Oh how he missed his adorably plump girlfriend. When Dean entered his apartment, his bags in hand, he immediately spotted Violet seated at the kitchen table. Violet looked up at him in surprise. Violets face looked fuller now, and she was wearing a strapless dress. Dean couldnt help smiling at how delightful she looked. Violets breasts were bulging heavily against her neckline, nearly spilling out of it. The mounds looked larger than ever.
Dropping his bags, Dean approached the table and immediately leaned down to kiss Violet. Violet kissed him back, though with delayshe was surprised. After all, Dean had returned a few days earlier than scheduled.
Dean grabbed Violets hand, wanting to pull her to the bedroom.
Violet was flushed. Dean she said breathlessly.
Violet, its been three months. I need you. Badly.
Gripping the table, Violet stood, with difficulty. Her dress was stretched tightly over her body, the back hem riding up her ass. Her belly was hugely round, breasts engorged, her nipples the size of coke caps, and gushing fluid into her clothes.
Dean was rendered mute.
I'm...p-pregnant, said Violet, still sounding out of breath. She forced a smile. There are about
twelve of them in here. World record, apparently. Her belly was wider than she was, her button the size of a golf ball.
Dean continued to be speechless.
My doctor wanted me to get rid of them, but I
couldn't. And I knew how much you liked when I grew. I figured Id s-surprise you.
Her honeydew-sized breasts perched upon it, Violets beach ball of a belly rose and fell, her face flushed red. She was more pregnant that Dean had even thought someone could be. She looked ready to burst! Grunting, Violet rubbed her lower belly. As it heaved and swelled, Violets swollen hips trembled, like a baby might pop right out of her. Nnnnnghhhh
Violet gripped the table more tightly as she took deep breaths of air. She was struggling at something. Whether it was to keep the babies in or push them out, Dean didnt know, but Violets belly was visibly throbbing up and down, her face uncomfortable and strained as she panted out, S-surprise.
The End
Comments
Kompera
Hm, I'll have to think on that.
Phat94
Oh right, will we get the alternate ending gender swapped? It feels more special to wait for it to be done rather than reading the original, if you have it planned.
Kompera
Thanks for pointing that out! And I'm glad you enjoyed. I hope to do more with the Hypnotized plotline in the future :)
Phat94
Dean refers to Violet as his boyfriend at one point. Just saying! What an utterly fantastic story though. A surprisingly happy ending, so sweet! I'm crushed that this is the end. I'd love to have a second part dealing with her pregnancy, with even more milk, possibly using hypnosis to help treat or deal with her nausea... this is just such a fantastic concept, not to mention a sweet couple! Can't overstate enough how much I'll miss these updates. Bravo.
