Hypnotized, Part 2 - 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.

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Violet was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, her small belly protruding as she hunched over her pop quiz.

Violet could hardly focus. She felt completely out of it. Over the past week, she had found herself waking up every night at midnight for a large snack. If that wasn’t bad enough, she always got up again at 4AM for another snack – but who was she kidding. It was usually a meal! And it didn’t help that she had to be up and getting ready for school by 6AM every morning. With all these interruptions, Violet was barely getting five hours of sleep a night.

Which wasn’t a big deal in itself. But the cumulative effect of her constant eating and her sleep deprivation left her wiped out. Violet felt like a zombie during the day. And she didn’t know why she suddenly had these sudden, overpowering compulsions to stuff her face at certain times. She usually wasn’t hungry – in fact, she was always uncomfortably full nowadays. But fight as she might, Violet could not resist it. Her meals left her uncomfortable, and groaning – in the beginning, there was pain. Now she was just accumulating more and more pudge on her torso. She was eating way too much. Violet absently held her small mound of fat. She could hardly focus on the exam in front of her.

Violet froze at hearing a clicking noise as Professor Raymond closed a window to block out the cold air.

Grabbing her backpack, Violet began to climb up from her seat.

“Violet – I did not give you permission to step out. This is a quiz-”

But Violet left her professor ignored and hurried out of the classroom and into the nearest bathroom. There she locked herself into a stall and quickly pulled off her shirt. Violet looked at her chest, which was getting slightly fuller. Violet frowned down at herself, somewhat conflicted between her delight that her breasts were finally developing and frustration that she was clearly putting on weight.

Not really thinking of why, Violet reached into her bag, pulled out the white tube, spurted some cream onto her hand, and rubbed it into her softening chest. Once finished, she sighed, replaced the tube in her backpack, pulled her shirt back on, and began to leave the stall, when the bell rang. Freezing, Violet quickly returned to the stall, locked the door, and began to shove down her shorts.

College now consisted of continuous bathroom breaks and haphazard assignments. Violet did not know why she had all of these weird compulsions, but she knew it was for the best. To accommodate her consistent need for snacks, Violet kept her backpack stuffed with chips and pastries that she could stuff down in class, granted the professor didn’t mind.

As with her chest and stomach, Violet seemed to be putting on some weight on her bottom. It was fuller now, the seats of her pants fitting her a little more tightly than usual.

At night, even in the hours that she did allow for sleep, Violet did not get much rest. She tossed, turned, and sweated through her sheets, often waking up to feel her heart pumping and see the groin of her pants soaked in her juices. She would try to breathe, try to relax, because sleep was a luxury nowadays. More times than not, though, Violet’s arousal would not subside. Not until she slid her fingers down into her panties and took care of things herself.

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Dean kept a straight face as he watched Violet reach into her bag, retrieve the pill bottle, and robotically pop one into her mouth.

“Hi,” said Violet.

“Come in,” said Dean, stepping out of the doorframe.

Dean examined Violet closely as she walked inside.

Violet was wearing a loose T-shirt and some sweatpants. Though Violet was hunching slightly, her chest looked subtly fuller in the top. And her backside looked much fuller than it had been, now a decipherable mound that Dean could not help staring at. It wasn’t spectacular, by any means, but it was no longer the bony wall that it had been before. Violet’s stomach, meanwhile, though still clearly bloated, seemed to be stabilizing in size as fat was redistributed to her chest and ass. The creams were working better than Dean could have ever imagined.

Through the use of hypnotism, Dean had gotten Violet to periodically drug herself with unique doses of hormone creams that would directly impact her butt and breast tissue, while residual amounts would circulate her entire body system. The extra calories helped the process along – Violet’s body was in a sort of puberty and was pumping fat into the parts of her with the most concentrated amounts of hormone. The pills were just the icing on the cake: fertility drugs. Though pointless, they flooded Violet with even more hormone, effectively putting the girl in heat. It was fun to see Violet squirm in helpless confusion. For someone who knocked hypnotism, she sure was defenseless to the effects of it.

"We should choose a new topic before we get too far behind," said Violet as she took her usual seat at Dean's kitchen table.

"I don’t know, Violet. Why don’t we give hypnotism one more shot," said Dean, taking his own seat.

Violet raised her eyebrows. "You’re kidding, right?" But judging by Dean's serious expression, he was not.

Violet sighed as she was handed the compass. She glared at it for a while. This hypnotism thing was pointless, but Violet was too exhausted to fight her classmate on it. Violet supposed that Dean would figure it out eventually, hopefully sooner than later.

"Focus on the compass, like before. Focus on the center. Let everything else fade," said Dean soothingly.

Violet did as instructed. She stared at the center of the compass as the needle revolved. Slowly, Violet’s eyelids sank.

Dean snapped his fingers in Violet's face a few times, but the other student was not responsive. Hypnotizing Violet was even easier now, the girl’s defenses all but shattered.

Dean couldn't help himself, "Show me your progress."

Violet responded with a slow nod. She reached down and began to lift her shirt up over her gently bulging stomach, then over her chest, which was fuller than Dean had realized. Her chest was subtly rounded - A-cup breasts now. Her areola had grown larger and a deeper pink. Her nipples were clearly erect. Dean fell into a daze as he continued to stare.

A buzzing noise sounded from Violet's watch, causing both youths to snap out of their reveries.

Violet looked down at herself and quickly dropped her shirt, her face reddening in embarrassment. She looked rather confused, but said, "I could use a snack." She threw an uncertain glance at her watch.

Dean blinked. "Right. I’m on it." Dean got up and warmed up some pasta for Violet. He served it over, and blankly watched as the girl gobbled it down.

But afterwards, Violet still looked anxious.

“I need…more,” said Violet, looking both confused and uneasy. Now she was sweating.

Dean nodded in understanding. The pasta must not have been quite 500 calories. “Sure, I think I have some chips around here somewhere.” Dean dug a large back of tortilla chips out of one of the cabinets and passed it over to Violet. Violet tore it open and began to hastily stuff handfuls into her mouth.

But after she had only gulped down a few mouthfuls, Violet stopped and lowered the bag. She was satisfied. Looking both miserable and uncomfortable, Violet placed a hand on her stomach. It was even more bloated than before.

Dean did his best to contain a smirk. “Better?”

“Yeah,” said Violet weakly, looking down. “Sorry about that. I’m becoming a pig.” She covered a belch.

“No you’re not.” Dean idly clicked his pen.

Violet froze, and stood. “Excuse me.” Grabbing her bag, she headed into the bathroom, where she proceeded with her usual process of rubbing cream into her chest, her fingers now able to sink against the plumpened flesh that had not been there before. She quietly groaned as the sensitive tissue was abused by the constant contact. Afterwards she sagged, still breathing heavily from her meal.

Violet frowned down at the weight she had put on. Her chest was no doubt fuller. And her ass had been getting bigger as well, now filling out the seats of her pants. She had always been a skinny girl with neither fat nor muscle to speak of. So it was weird to feel her clothes getting tighter, some of her pants even getting snug. And the chest weight was really packing on, her newly rounded breasts beginning to show in her shirt. Her nipples weren’t responding well to the weight gain or the rubbing. They had gotten bigger, and were constantly erect now. Violet often shivered when the sensitive nubs rubbed against the material of her shirts. Maybe it was time for her to finally start wearing bras.

Violet slid her hands along the mound that had become of her stomach. It was her biggest frustrations. She imagined that it was just the stress of senior year. Violet was sure that this stupid assignment wasn’t helping. When was Dean going to let this hypnotism thing go?

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