Hypnotized, Part 1 - 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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“I’m not sure about this topic. Hypnotism? Do people really believe in that stuff?” said Violet. She leaned her elbows on the kitchen table of her classmate’s small apartment.

“You’d be surprised,” said Dean.

Violet frowned. She had been matched with her classmate, Dean Jacobs, for the final project in their psychology class. Seniors in college, Violet and Dean were both twenty-one. As they shared a major, they often had classes together, though admittedly, they had never really talked. Not until that day, when their professor had assigned them to the same group project.

“I think we should choose a different topic,” said Violet.

Dean shrugged, an easy-going smile gracing his face. “How about this? We’ll give hypnotism a shot. If we don’t see any results by the end of the week, we’ll shift to a different idea of your choosing.”

Violet reluctantly agreed. She still thought that hypnotism was a dumb idea, but she tried to be negotiable.

“Great,” said Dean, taking Violet’s hand, and causing the other young adult to redden slightly.

Dean placed a flat, round object in the palm of Violet’s hand. Violet looked down at the face of a compass. But it didn’t seem to be functioning normally. The needle was revolving slow and endlessly.

“I want you to focus on the compass,” said Dean in a calm, steady tone. “Not the needle, but the center. Allow the needle to blur. Allow everything to blur. Just focus on the center.”

Violet continued to stare, trying her best to focus, trying to keep an open mind.

“Breathe deeply,” Dean continued. “I want you to relax your body, from your shoulders to your fingertips, then down to your toes. Good…very good. Now it is time to go to sleep.”

Violet’s head dropped, her chin hitting her chest.

Dean took a moment to observe her. “Violet?” he said quietly. He snapped his fingers in Violet’s face. “Violet?”

But Violet was unresponsive.

Dean smiled as he took a moment to survey her. “Violet, I am going to give you a series of commands. You will carry them in your subconscious from this point forward. I want you to know that following these commands is crucial not only to our success in this course but also to your success as a human being. Do you understand? Following these commands is all you want to do.”

“All I want to do…” Violet mumbled.

Dean was a little surprised by how susceptible Violet was to hypnotism. Based on Violet’s reservations, Dean had expected her to be a more difficult, strong-willed subject.

Dean pulled some objects out from under the table. “I am going to be placing some items into your backpack, Violet. You will carry them around with you every day. Listen carefully, and remember these commands: Whenever you hear a bell ring, I want you to find somewhere private and rub the contents of the beige tube onto your ass. And whenever you hear a clicking noise, I want you to find a private place to rub the contents of the white tube into your chest.”

“…into my chest…” Violet echoed.

Dean placed both tubes into Violet’s backpack. They were large, and resembled lotion containers, though they had no labels. Finally, Dean pulled out a bottle of pills. He rattled it so Violet could hear. “Every time you see me, take one of these.”

Violet nodded lethargically.

Dean placed the pills into Violet’s backpack with the unlabeled tubes. Dean then took Violet’s wrist and unlatched her digital watch. Dean tinkered with it until he had set it up to go off every four hours with a buzzing alert. He then replaced it on Violet’s wrist. "Every time your watch goes off, I want you to stop what you're doing and consume a minimum of 500 calories of food.”

“…500 calories…”

“Understood?”

“Understood.”

Dean reached over and absently stroked Violet’s hair. He pulled away as he muttered, “It’s time to wake up, Violet.”

Violet’s eyes snapped open. The two stared at each other.

“I told you this was pointless,” said Violet irritably. She lowered the compass to the table and began to rummage in her backpack.

“So it didn’t work at all?” said Dean.

“Of course not. I spent the past five minutes staring at the compass as you mumbled inaudibly. Nothing happened.” Violet seemed to find what she was digging for in her bag. She pulled out the bottle of pills Dean had placed there and absently popped one into her mouth.

Dean tried his best to contain a smirk. “I see… Sorry then. Maybe we can give it another shot. Tomorrow?”

Violet rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she said, beginning to gather up her things. She had wasted enough time at Dean’s place.

With a shrug, Dean turned his gaze to the notebook lying in front of him and absently clicked his pen.

Violet froze. “C-can I use your bathroom?” she asked nervously.

Dean blinked, then nodded to the corridor. “Second door on the left.”

Violet walked off, taking her backpack with her. Once she had locked herself into the bathroom, she pulled her shirt off, pulled out the white tube, then spurted some of the cream onto the palm of her hand. Violet didn’t know why she proceeded to rub it into her flat chest. It was like some weird…compulsion. Once the cream had been completely absorbed into her skin, Violet pulled her shirt back on and replaced the tube in her bag.

When Violet got back to her house that evening, she plopped down behind her desk and decided to start getting some work done for her other classes.

She tapped her pencil as she tried to decide on an essay topic for her English class. She nervously tapped her foot, her heart pounding as it tried to adjust to the new hormones racing through her.

Violet’s watch buzzed for some reason. She glanced down at it and suddenly craved a snack. Violet got up and headed to her kitchen where she made herself a large hero sandwich loaded with roast beef, cheese, mayonnaise, olives, tomato, mustard, and a couple of strips of bacon.

As Violet sat down and eagerly munched on her sandwich, she was a little surprised with herself. She had always been small and slim, and not much of an eater. Frankly, she never seemed to have much room. Even then, Violet’s stomach felt uncomfortably full, but she continued to eat.

Before bed that night, around midnight, Violet made herself another snack, this time a couple of peanut butter sandwiches. And in the middle of the night, Violet was surprised that she awoke again craving food. Not so much craving it than just wanting to consume it, place it in her body—for what purpose, she didn’t know. She was full, and tired, but still she shuffled into her kitchen, opened her fridge, and stuffed down what she could. In the morning, she had a filling breakfast or an egg and cheese omelet with a buttered bagel.

By the time she got to school, Violet just didn’t feel like herself. She was tired, sluggish, bloated, and in a small amount of discomfort. She was even a bit nauseated, and she didn’t know whether it was just her psychological disgust with herself or from physically packing her small stomach with food over the course of the past twelve plus hours. Her stomach was sticking out slightly, still stuffed with food she had yet to digest. “Might skip lunch…” Violet mumbled to herself as she slammed her locker closed that morning. She turned around only to spot Dean walking down the hall.

Dean gave her a slight nod as he continued. Violet nodded back and her hand dug into her backpack. She pulled out the bottle of pills. Popped one into her mouth.

“What’s that?” said a female voice.

Violet turned to see her friend Sam standing to the left of her. Violet looked down at the bottle of pills in her hand. “Uh…”

“Meds or something? Are you sick?”

“I…er…” Violet didn’t know how to answer. She was suddenly quite confused.

The bell rang and Violet blinked. “Excuse me,” she said as she distractedly replaced the pill bottle in her bag.

“Violet?”

Ignoring Sam, Violet hurried off to the nearest restroom. She locked herself into a stall, shoved down her pants, and pulled out the beige tube of cream. She impatiently spurted a glob of it onto her hand.

Violet rubbed the cream into her relatively boney ass cheeks, oblivious as to why, just knowing that it had to be done. The bell rang again, and Violet groaned, before spurting more of the cream into her hand. She rubbed it into her bottom until all of it had been absorbed into her skin.

It was only as Violet put the tube away that she registered that she was late to class. Her eyes going wide, she grabbed her backpack and hurried off.

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