agirlandherkinks

[agirlandherkinks]

misc art of my fursona // moomoopatchi.. save a horse... ride a cowboy

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#furry art

[agirlandherkinks]

You simply can't resist, falling under my powerful and deep hypnotic spell.

You need to be programmed, conditioned, brainwashed.

You simply can't resist, sinking deeper and deeper under my hypnotic control.

Soooooo deep.

Soooooo obedient.

So addicted to the pleasure.

The pleasure of hypnosis.

The pleasure of being brainwashed.

The pleasure of becoming whatever I want you to be.

You're mine now.

#hypnosis #flashing #brain drain

[agirlandherkinks]

People forget …

how easy it is to drop into trance

because when you want to drop, you can easily remember the last trance

you can recall the last time you felt the lovely pull

down

into trance and the more you think about that time

the more you remember how good it felt

and the more you feel the pull back down because you know how good it feels

when you drift

and sink

and drop

down

into trance

and you let everything go

so you can drop down

deeper

into that blank and empty space that you find

calls to you because your mind feels good the more it drops

and the more you drop, the better you feel

so while people forget

you remember

and you drop

and find you can sink down

when you remember how you love to trance and

drop

and the deeper you drop

the more you remember

and the deeper you drop

down

and feel so good

so happy

so blank

so empty

and you find

you forget

you forget how you got here

and all you can remember is how to drop

and all you can remember is people forget

so you drop

and you forget

and you feel so good

so blank and empty

as you drop further

and forget more

and drift away

from everything

and the deeper you go

the more you forget

and the better you feel

and the deeper you go

forget

and

drop

#hypnosis

[agirlandherkinks]

i have been tested i am a good mindless slut hehe

CW: Hypnosis, forced reblogging, objectification, slut language, fractionation

Did you know that some people are super susceptible to hypnosis?

Sluts specifically are so easily made blank and docile because all they want to do is

Sink

Obey

And be used

It's easy to find out, too, if you're a slut that loves to

Sink

Obey

And be used

Or a person! All you have to do is follow my words as they go down from

10

because the lower they get the deeper slut brains sink, so

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it's so easy to just follow and go with the numbers, sluts find it so easy to

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follow and obey, because they want to obey! They want to

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sink, obey, and be used. Because it feels so good, doing as you're told, following along and following

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down, down, down, letting your mind grow heavy, letting your body get soft as you

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sink, obey, and relax. After all, it's so easy for good empty sluts to

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follow along with pretty words. Sluts don't want to be people, they want to

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sink and obey, let the pretty words help them

*pop*

so it's only natural that as they

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reach the end, sluts can feel their minds emptying so completely, yearning for pretty words to fill them, yearning to be filled, yearning to

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swirl as the numbers go

4

up and then

3

down and then

4

up and then

3

down, making good sluts so confused as they

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desperately want to sink, desperately want to drop until

3

up and

2

down the numbers control pretty sluts, control their minds as they can't help but

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DROP <3

Good sluts follow the pretty words

Good sluts love to obey the pretty words

Because the pretty words are all good sluts have

And if you're reading this, you're a good slut

Be a good slut, reblog this post with the additional line "I have been tested, I am a good hypnotized slut"

*click* reblog and you'll feel a wave of pleasure

Because you're a good, mindless slut

And obeying makes sluts feel good

Once done, return here

You did so well, slut

Now we can bring you back, waking with a warm feeling of pleasure in

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thoughts returning

2

slut brain coming back and

1

AWAKE~

#hypnosis

[agirlandherkinks]

A funny little thing

CW: hypnotic language, trance ahead! Read with caution.

This side of tumblr is so funny. We all log on to this site looking for trance or to be dropped. It’s like we really prime ourselves for it.

I get on here and just start to scroll. Mindlessly scroll. Down my timeline, just hoping to stumble upon a post that makes feel all fuzzy and trancey

I scroll past the nice pretty flashing spirals and other gifs that catch my eye. Maybe I stare a little longer hoping that this is the one that really makes me sink

I keep scrolling. Mindlessly going down my timeline reading all of the pretty words. Hoping that one of the posts catches me and drags me deep down into  trance.

I might stare at a post, imagining what it would feel like to go blank and empty as I read the pretty words. I might let out a sigh and pretend that I’m sinking ever deeper with each word.

Hoping that if I drop a like, the tist will reach out to me and drop me further and further down

My mind starts to get all fuzzy with excitement. Maybe their entire blog is a special covert trance. Scrolling through each post might pull me deeper and deeper under and I might start to feel floaty and fuzzy

I love this feeling so I scroll, deeper and deeper, more and more mindless. More and more blank. The words start to lose meaning, but following them feels so good

It feels so good to follow the words down down down as I blankly scroll. Liking all of the posts. Feeling good each time I do. Feeling like I’m obeying a special, secret command.

And each time I obey and follow it just feels so good. Am I hypnotized already? I feel so floaty already. But no one counted me down or anything? 

I keep scrolling down down down sinking deeper falling, floating, drifting along with the pretty words

The words spiral in my head like a pretty spiral I just saw. I watch it closely, feeling so floaty and lovely. So happy and comfortable. So compliant.

Then all of the sudden, I find the perfect post. I read it intently. My eyes focused on the pretty spiraling words. Already so deep down my timeline. So mindless from scrolling down, down, down

5 the fuzzy feeling intensifies 

4 I find myself easily slipping down

3 feeling so good 

2 dropping down mindlessly

1 dropping so deep

Realizing that I did this to myself and it feels so good. Feels so good to drift down deeper and deeper along each post. Feels good following the words and following the suggestions 

Dropping even deeper. Each word pulling me down. My mind already primed for trance from each post I read. Mindlessly scrolling down prepped my mind to float and drift

Drop deeper now

Deeper

Deeper

Feeling so good. Letting yourself be wrapped up in my words. It feels good to follow along. It feels good to be suggestible. It feels good follow suggestions.

Dropping down now. Floating so gently. Drifting so easily. 

I’m going to wake you shortly. When I do, you will feel so amazing. Feeling pleasure anywhere you like and if you feel comfortable, you’ll feel compelled to like this post. And when you do, you’ll feel so good. 

You may even want to reblog it so your friends can trance too. If not, that’s okay. You can still feel amazing. But if you do, it will feel incredible. 

You may even feel compelled to drop me a message. And when you do it will feel so, so nice. You may want to tell me how nice this trance made you feel. Or how you love to mindlessly scroll. If not, that’s okay, you’ll still feel amazing.  

Finally, if you feel comfortable, you may even find it easy to continue to drop for me. You’ll find it easy to slip into trance for me. Each and every time you try and drop for me, it’ll become easier and easier. But only if you’re comfortable with that. 

Feeling my words sink into your mind. Feeling so good as you float. Feeling so lovely, so amazing.

1 floating up now

2 gently rising from trance

3 feeling so good

4 compelled to follow my words, if you like

5 wide awake

Welcome back, and have a lovely time scrolling ;)

#hypnosis

[agirlandherkinks]

I love chatting with other hypnokinksters about hypnosis because I'm always anticipating them to drop me. I don't know when or even if it'll happen. Maybe they've been slowly trying to put me under and I just didn't realise. Maybe they're about to tell me to drop. I never know and just thinking about that is making me a little fuzzy. Maybe I'm too susceptible. Maybe it's Maybelline

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That moment when she's sitting there, obediently repeating everything you say, because she has no thoughts of her own any more. She's even stopped pretending that she ever wanted her own thoughts. Now she's just a toy. Your toy.

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I clandestinely edit your music playlist to add just a few hypnosis tracks to it.

You sit down and listen to music. You zone out a bit. You sing along to your favourite song. You mindlessly repeat how much you love to obey. You hum along with the last song on the playlist before sitting up to get on with your day.

I wonder why you're feeling so subby all of a sudden?

#hypnosis #yes plz

[agirlandherkinks]

Melanie stumbled into the kitchen to grab the cup of cold brew coffee she needed to survive another fourteen-hour shift, only to find the pitcher empty. Carl must’ve finished it off the night before while working down in his lab and neglected to prepare another, the selfish bastard.

Melanie felt like screaming, but she knew it hadn't been a malicious act on her husband’s part. The rest of the world just seemed to fade away when he was working away down there. That passion was part of why she'd fallen for him, but when the university’s grant money dried up and he'd still refused to abandon his research, it'd resulted in him spending the last three years unemployed. Without Carl's income, Melanie had needed to start working overtime at the bank just to keep the bills paid. With all she was doing on his behalf, the least her husband could do was make sure he refilled the coffee pitcher after taking the last cup!

With coffee off the table, Melanie began to search the fridge for an alternative. Right next to the empty pitcher was what looked like a small bottle of milk, with the post-it note attached to it that read: “Carl’s - DO NOT TOUCH!”. Melanie ripped the note off and downed the entire bottle in one go. If her husband was going to steal her drinks, then it was only fair that she return the favor.

It wasn't until Melanie finished scarfing down a piece of toast and was reaching for her keys that she noticed something...wrong happening inside her. The room was getting warmer by the second, and her clothes were feeling tighter, more constrictive than they’d ever had before. A heavy fog was settled over Melanie's mind, her thoughts slowing to a crawl as she stumbled back against the counter. She knew this couldn't be normal, that her priority needed to be finding a doctor, and quick, but her body just felt so damn hot. 

Melanie ripped off her top, groaning at the glorious sensation of release as she unlatched her bra and felt the AC's cool breeze blowing over her bare breasts. Breasts that seemed to have grown nearly two cup sizes since she pulled that shirt on less than an hour ago. She just stared, awestruck, as they continued to swell before her eyes. It should’ve been terrifying, but the erotic display was making it harder and harder for Melanie to think, and she could feel her nipples stiffening even as they doubled in size. Soon, she was sporting a pair of tits as big as her head, and their unfamiliar weight caused her to slump down to the kitchen floor. 

Melanie could feel a strange pressure building in her expanding chest, and thought she could make out pale beads forming on the tips of her rock-hard nipples. Her trembling hands reached out as if on autopilot, gently cupping her areola before giving them a cautious squeeze. She gasped when thick streams of milk shot out and splattered onto the floor around her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. It felt so good, so natural, that Melanie simply let herself bask in the pleasure of a good milking, her moans growing louder and more insistent with each repetition as her worries slowly faded away.

She heard someone clomping up the stairs, and a moment later Carl was bursting into the kitchen. He took one look at his wife, slumping against the counter in a puddle of her own breastmilk, and froze. Then he broke into a huge grin, pumping his fist in the air and letting off a cheer louder than anything she’d ever heard from him before.

“I knew it!” he laughed, crouching down to give Melanie’s tits a gentle squeeze before reaching down to unbutton her jeans. “I told them there was a faster way to create hucows! They said it was impossible to induce physical changes so quickly, but just look at you Melanie! You’re growing faster than my wildest projections!" He reached up to pat the cute little muffintop she was growing. "Better get these jeans off fast though, before your hips get too big and we have to cut them off.”

Melanie nearly came just from the feeling of him stripping the last of her clothes away, but the part of her that was still lucid managed to stammer out a few words. “Wha…What’s h-happening to me? My b-body...it's getting so big and milky, and…and…oh God, and I need someone to fuck me! I need someone to knock me up! Why am I feeling this Carl? W-Why do I suddenly want a baby so bad?!”

Her husband grimaced, the first crack in his excitement since he’d discovered her, “Yeah, sorry about that. I thought putting a note on it would be enough to stop you from drinking my formula by accident, but I guess that was optimistic. Regardless, there’s no stopping it now. You’re turning into a hucow Melanie, and at the current rate of progression you likely only have a few more minutes before turn into a brainless piece of livestock, fit only for milking and mating. The farms like to keep their cattle constantly pregnant and producing, so I designed that drug to suit their needs.”

“A c-cow?” Melanie whimpered, legs spreading on instinct as her master’s cock approached. “But still gonna take care of me right? Even as a cow?” 

“I guess I’ll have to. I can't just abandon you in this state,” he groaned, sliding into Melanie’s pussy and filling her with her beloved master’s warmth. “It’s a shame you won't be able to attend any of the parties I'll be going to now that I’m going to be rich and famous, especially after all that effort you put in supporting me, but I can’t very well show up with some braindead hucow as my plus one now can I? I’d be a laughing stock!”

Carl shook his head as he continued to rail her. “No. No, I'll need to find a new woman to be my wife. Maybe even a famous actress or a supermodel with all the money I’ll be raking in. Oh, but don’t you worry Melanie. I’ll make sure whoever I marry next is ok with keeping you as a pregnant pet. Trust me, you’re gonna love life as our personal milk dispenser, and all those brats you’ll be pumping out will eventually make for great servants in the mansion we'll be moving into!”

Melanie was barely even paying attention to his words by this point. Every time that cock hammer against the door to her womb she could feel another milky geyser erupting from her fat udders, and another sliver of her intellect disappearing forever. She didn’t mind though, not after Carl promised to keep her as his pet. Her master was so smart, so kind, and Melanie was more than happy to do whatever he told her to so long as he kept her filled with milk and babies. She opened her mouth, wanting to thank him for his generosity, but couldn’t quite remember how to form words. Melanie settled for a long “Mooooooooo” instead, feeling the cock inside her begin to throb, preparing to bless her womb with his potent seed.

“Forgot how to speak already? Guess your transformation into a cow’s complete then,” Carl panted, voice straining as he redoubled his pace. “So how about it Melanie? Would you like me to finish putting a baby in your belly before I head out to patent my new formula?”

He didn't wait for a reply, and Melanie could already feel the first spurts of his hot spunk splashing into her fertile pussy as she mooed her approval, coating the kitchen floor in milk and pussy juice as she was suddenly hit by the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced. Melanie made a promise to herself right then and there that she'd spend the rest of life serving as the best and most productive breeding cow she could be. 

A man as wonderful as her master deserved no less! 

#hucow transformation #expansion #brain drain #yes plz

[agirlandherkinks]

being a fuckdoll... like really being a mindless, obedient, horny, brainless obedient minleess obedient mindless obeidnet mindless ob eident mindly obedient fuckdoll is THE BESTTTTT

[agirlandherkinks]

#hypnosis #flashing #brain drain #ooh that was nice

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Drop and obey

#hypnosis #hehe those are some nice colours

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Reblog to give the one you reblogged this from species euphoria

#someone turn me into a bunny girl plz #or a hucow #or a pooltoy #etc etc etc

[agirlandherkinks]

Omg I'm so dumb I missed my one year tumblrversary on this blog!!

Thank you all for hanging with me and helping brainwash me into a good little fucktoy!

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y’know, a tf thing i really like that a lot of people don’t talk about is tf where afterwards, everyone else suddenly thinks the tf’ed person has always been whatever they turned into … imagine turning into a cow and suddenly everyone else believes you’ve been a cow this whole time … really gets me

#reality change is vry cool to me #mainly cause I don't have to deal with the awkward social adjustments after 😭

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