Becoming. . .(Part V)

Warning: This is the fifth in a series of stories that when read will result in partial or complete bimbofication of the reader. Like most of my writing this is designed to not interfere with your normal life in any negative way, however, it will cause some noticeable changes to begin to happen. This first story is really an introduction and won't have extreme consequences. The more into this series you read, the more dramatic the effect. This will intensify the hypnotic body shaping as well as causing you to always cum on command while you are a bimbo. This will also intensify the want to write about what is happening to you.


Blog Entry

8/17/2007

Megan Silverman

Subject: You won't believe this.

Somehow, my breasts are bigger. I don't understand it, it's like they grew in the middle of the night. Not a full cup size or anything, but enough that my bra doesn't fit quite right. It's so weird, I just woke up this morning , and after cuming, I was trying to piece together something that happened yesterday, and then I tried on my bra, and , I don't really know what is happening but something has defiantly changed with my hormones over the last couple weeks, with being this horny and then my body noticeably different, and I think it has something to do with this massage place I keep going to because something weird happened there and I don't know how or why, but it was amazing and wonderful and scary and didn't make sense at the same time and I don't know what to do about it and just thinking about what happened is making my pussy all wet again and I just came like only ten minutes ago.

Ok Megan, calm down. I am not sure if this is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me or if something very strange is going on. Think for just a moment, what do you remember about the massage parlor? Think back to what happened. I really can't remember why I was working there, that doesn't even make sense, but I came so many times. I have to go back there and find out if it has to do with the massage parlor. I'll keep you all posted.

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Megan sat at her desk naked for just a moment looking down at her body. She hadn't been kidding about being aroused, it was enough that she could feel her lips swollen between her crossed legs. She remembered the feeling, the sensation of her breasts growing, the intense and constant arousal, and the wonderful massages she had gotten there. She tried to remember why it had all happened and she couldn't. Her back arched, her pussy pressing downward as her hips seemed to move on their own. She bit her lip and ran her fingers through her hair contemplating playing with her breasts which actually felt noticeably fuller.

She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, that she had always wanted larger breasts, or at least had wanted to sometimes display the ones she had more prevalently. She had never really felt sexy before though, not enough to feel confident in it, she was all brains and all work and very serious and. . . But now, she did feel sexy, very sexy. For the first time in her life, she couldn't think her way out of enjoying herself, the feelings in her body were just too strong.

She told herself she shouldn't cum a second time, she had to get to the bottom of this. That she shouldn't be happy about sucking off someone she barely knew who's touch could give her orgasms. She told herself that she shouldn't let her hand slip between her legs and masturbate to the thought of someone having such control over her pleasure as her legs uncrossed and spread. She told herself that she should be more concerned about the fact that she didn't know why she had worked there on a Saturday instead of fantasizing about how she would fuck his brains out if she ever worked there again.

She told herself that she wasn't really a very sexual person as her fingers found her clit. She told herself that it was impossible for her body to have changed at this age as her other hand cupped her heavier breasts. She told herself that she should remember some kind of reason for all of this as she tried to focus on something that she couldn't remember, but there just wasn't anything to even try to remember except the wonderful way her body felt.

She told herself no one should be able to cum just from talking to someone, even as her mind drifted over the memory, evoking a trembling inside of her that nearly brought her to climax. She told herself that she wanted her fingers all the way inside of her as she imagined spreading her legs and letting him slide his dick in.

She told herself that letting him have her right there in the massage parlor would bring her the most powerful orgasm of her life. She told herself that she was the sexiest woman alive and it was even hotter that she didn't know why that felt so true. She told herself to let go and cum even as she imagined his voice telling her, softly yet firmly, "CUM NOW YOU CANNOT RESIST MY COMMAND."

Megan's insides tightened and her pussy flooded around her fingers. She felt a bolt of pleasure run up through her body as she felt the muscles, now strong from so many orgasms, ripple around her fingers in waves of pleasure. She imagined massaging his dick with her orgasm.

It was only now that Megan realized she was moaning as her scream of delight filled the room and her wetness poured out onto her computer chair. Her head tilted back as her body relaxed under the release of pleasure. Her breathing took some time to settle down.

Suddenly she stood, grabbed a towel and cleaned up. She walked quickly to her closet and looked at her cloths. She reached for a pair of her more conservative pants, the kind she usually wore to work, but then realized that if she got as wet as she had been every time she had gone to the massage parlor lately, it would be extremely visible. She hung the pants up and opted for a skirt, of which she didn't own very many. She picked the sexiest of the three, thinking only about which one looked the best on her.

She slipped it on and grabbed a bra. She tried it on, felt uncomfortable, and discarded it as quickly as she had picked it up. She grabbed a top to match the skirt, it was one she used to wear clubbing in her college years. She slipped it on and grabbed the only shoes she had to match the outfit, a pair of surprisingly comfortable heals she bought specifically for clubbing.

She grabbed her purse and keys and headed quickly out the door to her car, determined to get to the bottom of all of this, she never realized that she had completely forgotten to wear underwear.

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Megan stood in the doorway of the sitting room, feeling very strange, but not being quite able to put her finger on what it was. She had opened the door, the bell on it clanging quite loudly, then had stood there, for a moment trying to take in everything that was happening. At the desk was the secretary she had seen the first time she had come here, the blonde woman who's face was still blushing even now. But this time, as she stood in the doorway she was also incredibly distracted. She felt a strange kind of mental massage and it was causing her pussy to throb so intensely that she was almost afraid to walk because of how good it might feel to do so. She was immediately glad that she hadn't worn the pants.

She took a step forward, determined, but having a hard time remembering what she had been determined about. She felt her breasts bounce even with the first step, braless, swelling, and heavy, her nipples so hard that she was sure they were visible through the tight top. They felt somehow like they were growing.

With another step she felt the curves of her butt and hips in the tight skirt, she felt her wetness swollen between her legs, tingling slightly with each step she took. She smiled, though she wasn't entirely sure why. She approached the secretary almost seductively, unable to fully control the movements of her body. She felt intensely sexy, almost unable to turn off the part of her that was able to be simply seductive, her body giving away her ever feeling with every move it made.

She reached the desk and bent over slightly, her legs and butt accented by her heals, 'I. . .I'm here because. . ." Why was she here again? 'I wanted to. . . Hey, do you ever feel like, different somehow when you are here?"

The blonde woman looked up from her reading and smiled, "Absolutely, I don't know what it is about this place. I think it's the massages. I've lost twenty pounds sense I started coming here, I have so much energy, I don't know what's up with me. It's better then any gym membership I've ever had. My body feels perfect now."

Megan was almost taken back by her response. She hadn't lost any weight, not that she wanted to, she had only ever wished her breasts were bigger, "Have you noticed. . . Well, your breasts changing at all?"

The woman appeared lost in thought for a moment then responded rather quickly, "No, not really," then went back to reading as though the question had seemed quite normal. Megan stared at the woman's chest for a moment, her breasts were huge. Then she looked at her own, and found that somehow they were even bigger then when she had walked in.

For a moment Megan's mind reeled. She could hardly think through the throbbing in her pussy and the hardness of her nipples as her breasts continued to swell like they were still in the process of growing. She tried to decide if she should just get a massage, this woman obviously wasn't experiencing the same thing she was: this woman was loosing weight, Megan's breasts were mysteriously getting bigger. She considered for the moment that she might just be changing somehow without any real explanation other then hormones. Her pussy tingled.

"Well, then can I just see the masseuse?" Megan finally said, trying to decide if it was crazy to ask a complete stranger if she was behaving differently because of his massages. The blond woman stood and said, "Sure, this way."

Megan followed quickly, looking at the woman's outfit and trying to figure out why it was significant that she had worn one like that only the day before. The woman showed her to a room, opened the door and let her in, then closed it quickly. Megan heard the woman's heals clicking quickly as she hurried back to the front desk.

Megan looked around at her surroundings and sat on the massage table, beginning to take off her top to get ready for her massage, then stopped. Had she come here for a massage or to find out something? She smiled and said out loud, "I can do both."

She stripped down quickly, then got under the towel, not really taking much care to cover herself, hoping with anticipation that he would hurry up and come into the room. To her delight she didn't have to wait long. The door swung open and the Masseuse entered with a smile on his face, "Back so soon?"

"Yes," she said, almost giddy as she felt her breasts still swelling larger, "I actually came to find out something, but I figured if I was here I might as well have a massage."

"Well then, lets get started shall we? Deep trance. . .

You drop like a rock, slipping suddenly so deep that you are no longer even aware that you are reading. The mental massage becomes so intense that it's all you seem to be aware of. Each time you have gone under it has happened quicker, deeper, and felt better, and by now it's so natural that you couldn't stop it if you wanted to. Not that you would ever want to, it feels too good, you feel yourself being massaged everywhere by the best hands in the world.

You feel your mind and body changing as you feel both massaged. From now on, the words "Mental Massage" will do far more then they have done before. In addition to making you feel so good you can hardly think straight, making you incredibly horny, and making you so suggestible that you are practically a complete bimbo who cant help but cum on command, it now also activates the changing of your body. You feel yourself becoming sexier, the entire time you are getting a mental massage, your body activating the hormones it did when you became a woman.

Your body changes in exactly the way you wish it would, and it does so constantly as long as you are receiving your mental massage, because as I massage your mind you also feel me touch the parts deep in your mind that connect to your body. You feel yourself becoming incredibly sexy the entire time you are receiving your mental massage, which lasts as long as you are reading these stories or an hour after you read or hear the words "Mental Massage" from me.

It's strange, as long as you are receiving your mental massage you feel like a sex object, but in the most wonderful ways. You feel sexy, and you keep getting sexier. You feel horny, and your body seems constantly stimulated sexually. You feel so good that all you can really think about is sex as your pussy constantly moistens. You will also find that the more time you spend getting mental massages the easier and easier it becomes to cum, as well as your orgasms getting stronger.

And every time you receive a mental massage, it reinforces the changes to your body as well as the need to cum every time you wake up. You can't help yourself any more, if you don't get your orgasm in the morning you end up wanting it all day long.

Also, as you find your body becoming more and more permanently sexy, you will want more and more to look sexy in the way you dress as well. You will of course dress appropriately under most circumstances, but you will also practically be looking for an excuse to look hot. You enjoy feeling sexy and looking sexy, it leaves you with a nice sexual charge, a kind of buzz that makes you feel good all over.

Now let your mind imagine your body as though it were perfect. The body you wish you had. And feel how you are closer to that body now then you were even just days ago. With each time you get a mental massage your body changes to become more like what you want it to be, and your self image of what is perfect changes more to be like how your body is, meeting in a healthy middle where you just always feel hot.

The amazing thing about this is that as you change, becoming more sexual and more sexy, your normal life will, for the most part be unaffected. You will of course begin to look very sexy, but at the same time you normally feel like yourself, just hotter. But when you get a mental massage you become a complete bimbo as the changes accelerate and you become lost in the bliss of your very sexual body.

When you wake up from this trance you will feel as though you just woke up from sleeping, although you will also feel like you just got the best massage of your life, each time, it gets better. But because of the fact that you just woke up from sleeping, you will be intensely horny and needing to cum, on top of feeling your mental massage continue. Luckily you will find yourself reading a story and feeling amazing changes in your body.

Today is a special day for the mental massage though, it will not wear off until you are done writing in your blog about how different you feel.

Blank this trance.

1 Waking up.

2 More awake

3 More awake. Megan's hand slipped down to her pussy, her breathing quickening, she was dreaming about going to the massage parlor and being fucked silly on the massage table. She had woken up from this dream cuming more then once.

4 More awake She let her fingers begin to play furiously as she enjoyed the hands massaging all over her body. She could still feel the mental massage and the physical massage as her fingers played furiously with her clit. She began to moan rhythmically as the hands touched all of her erogenous spots.

5 Wide awake. Megan's eyes opened, and she looked down at the ground. It suddenly dawned on her that she wasn't sleeping at home in her bed dreaming about being in the massage parlor being fucked. She was on the massage table.

She felt her face flush bright red as she couldn't quite bring her fingers to stop. She was moaning pretty loud as she neared an orgasm. She felt her pussy contract, his fingers ran up her back, she moaned loudly as her back arched and her butt pressed up into the air, his fingers running back down her spine to grope her wanting ass. Then it happened, the words "CUM NOW" echoing in her mind, the clenching inside, the rush of pleasure, the flood of heat and wetness. Megan let herself go, the orgasm pouring through her uncontrollably like her body was nothing but a conduit for bliss.

His touch changed to a light caress as she tried to think of what to say. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch herself in front of someone, at least she thought she wasn't., was she? She couldn't think straight, she blushed so red she could feel the heat in her cheeks. Breathless she managed, "I. . I am like, so sorry. . . I don't know what got into me."

"It's alright, stand up," he said and she did, still trying to apologize as the towel dropped to the floor and she came to her feet. She turned to face him, completely naked, her breasts swelling, nipples hard, pussy throbbing, heart pounding, blushing, never even realizing that she had stood up.

"No, seriously, I'm not normally like that, I'm soooo not a very sexual person normally but. . ." She seemed to be rambling as her pussy made her just want to scream "fuck me."

"No worries, bend over the massage table," He said as she tried in vain to explain herself, she looked up at him as her body bent in the middle, still talking as he walked around behind her. She rested her elbows on the table.

"I think I have, like, some kind of hormonal imbalance, or something. I don't know, something weird has been going on with me for a while now and I just can't help myself sometimes, it's like, actually the reason I came here, but I decided not to tell you because, who does that?" She heard a zipper as she kept talking, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, her face, her nipples, her stomach, her pussy. She had butterflies in her stomach like she had never experienced before in her life.

She felt his hands on her ass as he said, "Hormonal imbalance, interesting. Spread your pussy open with your fingers."

"Seriously. Like, my breasts are bigger and. . .oh my god." She felt his dick slide between her fingers and deep into her pussy. Megan's eyes rolled back in her head as she braced herself against the massage table, nothing that came out of her mouth after that point was intelligible.

She felt every inch, every detail of his dick, it's swollen soft head, the hard long shaft, even the individual veins as they slid into her swollen and overly sensitive pussy. She felt a rush of wetness and her insides involuntarily contracted, the penetration setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that only kept growing inside her.

Megan's mind seemed to simply stop being able to process everything, the physical sensations were to intense that it was all she could do just to handle the pleasure. She knew her pussy had been getting more sensitive, but it felt to her like her pleasure was now more intense then every other emotion she had ever felt combined. Her insides clenched as she heard the words, "CUM NOW."

She felt as though she lost all control at that moment, her pussy being pressed open and into an orgasm as he thrust deep inside rythmically. It felt like more then one climax somehow, as with each thrust into her, the orgasm seemed to come to a peak again. She felt the wetness begin to drip down her thighs as the pleasure grew so intense she could no longer really support herself with her arms. She collapsed over the table, her butt sticking high in the air as her feet nearly came off the ground with each thrust.

She no longer cared weather or not it was proper, or if she was embarrassed, as long as he kept going. Her stomach muscles tightened, her pussy surged to life in pleasure, cuming uncontrollably at his command yet again, "CUM NOW."

Megan felt her back arching, her butt pressed high in the air, her pussy eagerly accepting each thrust. She felt something in her mind seem to snap, at one time other things were very important to her, but now, she found herself wishing that she could simply feel this way at will. She felt as though she would give anything to continue becoming more sexy, to be able to cum like this daily, to really become lost in this side of herself. She felt his dick so deep in her pussy it made her weak in the knees.

For just a second Megan had a moment of clarity, she realized she was still talking, had never really stopped, "Oh god, fuck me. . . Yes, please, oh, oh fuck." And then she lost herself in another orgasm, "CUM NOW," her pussy actually squirting onto him as her insides tightened yet again into a rush of tingling hot bliss.

The orgasms were happening more frequently now and Megan didn't want them to stop in spite of the fact that she knew she couldn't take much more. Each thrust had her ready again as black sparkles closed in around the edges of her eyes, "CUM NOW," her lower stomach muscles tightened involuntarily, her legs flexed, pressing her butt back into him as her eyes rolled back in her head, "CUM NOW."

Her pussy clenched so tightly she thought she would surely push him out, but his thrusts kept coming, pressing her into yet another orgasm, "CUM NOW."

The muscles in her pussy seemed to almost vibrate with pleasure, quivering out of control as his hardness forced her open again and again, "CUM NOW."

She no longer cared what happened or why, she was in such constant pleasure that her mind could no longer manage anything but awe, "CUM NOW."

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