About me
Infatuated by transformations and breast expansion. Have had success with trance to feel female breasts on my chest.
Hypnosis
Hypnotic Preference
Subject
Years as a Subject
5
Favorite HypnoFantasy
Triggered transformation and breast growth.....this was a scenario I entered into a hypnosis contest in 2007
I have given much thought as to how to make this post. I have had a
significant infatuation with breasts for quite some time, and made
this known as part of my questionnaire. With this posting, I am
taking not only my obsession with breasts, but all of the ideas I
would like to experience in hypnosis and try to tie them all
together for one magnificent session.
Since it is the reason I am most interested in hypnosis, my idea for
a session would start with the feeling of the growth of a very nice
heavy pair of breasts swelling on my chest. I would be very excited
just with the intense feeling of them growing in. Mistress would
have told me to let her know when they get to be just the right size
for me. With her knowing this, just about the time when I would ask
her to stop their growth on my chest, she would make my fingers feel
verrrry heavy .too heavy to type the words needed to make the growth
slow down. My new boobs would grow to magnificent proportions then,
clearly straining the fabric of my shirt. My sensitive new nipples
would be detailed in their outline coming through.
Then, just when I think that Mistress has gone over the top (no pun
intended) in my gift of endowments, she would ask me how I liked my
top set of breasts! I would be shocked to see the words top set .oh
my goodness, I am already being pulled forward with the pair that I
would have already been given, but now, she is going to add a second
set under those. My chest, and then down to much of my stomach,
will be covered with magnificent breast flesh. The growth will be
beyond even that of my wildest fantasies.
I love the feeling of my four huge globes hanging on the front of
me. I then ask Mistress if I way take a minute to walk to the
mirror to look at myself. This is when Mistress corrects me "Walk,
you say .how is it that you plan to walk exactly? You have four
huge udders on your chest. You remind me of more of a cow at this
point. You no longer have the ability to walk on two legs, but you
may crawl to a mirrored area on all fours if you like." Oh my
Goodness she has done it. I can not remember how to walk. I knew
that I used to know how to walk, but now, it is just gone. I get
off of my chair, and slowly bring myself to the crawling position,
my massive double cleavage hanging so heavily underneath me. I make
my way into the adjoining room where our floor length mirror sits so
I can see the udders that Mistress referred to in my cow like
state.
As I approach the mirror, I then notice something behind me a
TAIL?!?! When did that get there? As I see it in the mirror, I can
make out its shape, and I can feel it moving behind me as I get
closer to the mirror itself. I still can not make out the kind of
tail I have, I still feel it growing. It is not that of a cow, it
is getting long. I do not focus on the tail anymore as the reason I
am at the mirror is to look at my beautiful breasts. My shirt is
difficult to remove as it is so extremely tight (could it be that my
breasts are still growing) but fortunately, the bottom pair popped
out on their own. Mistress did in fact do a great job on them.
They are perfect full, heavy, sensitive, with nipples that send
little shockwaves through my body when I play with them. I do not
play with them too long as I need to get back to the computer to ask
about this tail!
I then start to make my way by to the computer. My breasts make it
very difficult for me to crawl along on the floor. I feel my long
tail wagging high in the air behind me. I get back to the computer,
but am in no position to be able to sit in the chair anymore. I
have to reach up to take the keyboard to the ground to type. I
alert Mistress that I am back. She tells me that she is none too
pleased that it took me so long to make my trip. I am nervous. I
sat down hoping to try on a pair of boobs, but now, I have four of
them, a long fluffy tail, and I can not walk. I am anxious as to
what will come next. Mistress then fires away with my final
transformations. I feel my ass swelling out into what can only be
described as a ghetto booty. It looks funny as I peek back and see
black ass cleavage on my otherwise white body. I then feel my feet
elongating .I am so happy that I was not wearing any shoes or socks
as there was no way that they could have supported what can now only
be thought of as the feet that would fit into a clown's shoes.
Mistress asks what I think of my feet, and when I tell her that they
reminded me of those of a clown, she says that I have just given her
a couple of ideas. I feel my scalp tingling, and my hair pours down
my head, cascading all around me as a long curly rainbowed mop. I
feel my nose swelling and reshaping itself as a bright red ball.
My session is nearing its end. I take stock of my body and all of
my varied changes from head to toe. I am shaking with excitement at
all the feelings and all of the changes that I have gone through.
Mistress is a kind one though, and she does allow a return to
normalcy soon enough. She does leave me with one final thought, and
that is to wait for the surprise that my next shower will bring.
I then log off of the computer, waiting to see what fun trigger
awaits me at that next shower, and thinking of the adventure of the
next session.
