False Perceptions Of A Full Moon (Furry Hypnokink)
Added 2025-09-19 10:00:13 +0000 UTC“No, No, NO!” Linda’s heart raced as she fumbled unbuttoning her pants. Her hands ached as her fingers throbbed with a familiar heat; Her breathing heavy as she overheated.
“T-this can’t… I’m not… It isn’t s-supposed to work like this!”
Her nipples flared outwards as even the slight brushing of the fabric of her clothing was sending her into overdrive. She felt so… Needy!
Minutes ago, Linda was having an amazing time online with a Hypnokink group. One of the tists had really hit it off with her, and they’d decided to a fun little impromptu session.
Linda moaned as she finally yanked her pants down. A very discernible cameltoe throbbed against her panties; A noticeable heat radiating from within. Just in time as she watched her hands transform. Delicate human hands rapidly replaced with large clumsy furry paws.
The session was going great. A little hypnotic bondage, some light trance, and really engaging conversation. It was everything Linda needed to unwind from the week. But then the two started messing with warped perception.
Linda grunted as lightly pawed at her aching womanhood; “F-fuck… Shit… t-this isn’t happening… this ISN’T happening!”
Linda legs spasmed as she was sent into sensory overload. Her ears exploded in size, giving an auditory bombardment of her thrumming heartbeat, grunts, squeaks, and moans. Her shrunken reformed nose twitched, assailing her with her own intoxicating scents of sweat and nectar.
The tist had asked her to imagine a magnificent night’s sky. Filled with starry lights, celestial bodies, and most frighteningly, a full moon.
Linda had snapped away from her trance at the thought. The tist couldn’t have known, and Linda should’ve known better than to immediately disconnect without properly exiting her tranced headspace or informing the tist of her boundary. She believed it wouldn’t happen if she’d left immediately, but Linda was already so deep by that point. So suggestible.
Linda couldn’t stop herself. Animalistic thoughts clouded her judgement as she desperately rubbed and grinded herself against whatever she could angle her wetness against. The last lucid thoughts crossing her mind before her werebunny transformation concluded bounced between denial, arousal, and regret.
The changes accelerated; Linda’s body bursting forth in size & sensitivity. It didn’t matter that full moon wasn’t real; It was real to Linda and her bunny. And just like every full moon, her inner beast took over, and it wanted one thing;
To fuck like a bunny!
