Hypnofantasy

Fox to Foxy

How would you define foxy as it relates to individuals?

Gift From A Secret Fujinist (Jay-Fujin Collab)

Fun little story collab I did with Jay-Fujin over on Deviantart

You find the first half of the story on my page;

https://www.deviantart.com/hypnofantasy/gallery

And second half on their page;

https://www.deviantart.com/jay-fujin/gallery

Reconditioning A Delinquent

Hypno goggles are a fun concept

It’s like VR with purpose

Suggestive Sound Quality (Hypnokink Tech Control)

Awful lot of Tech Control this week

I’m a bit of a fan

Caught In A Transformative Fursuit

Hey, you know that’s not a costume right?

Huh? What do you mean?

That’s Kathy, dude. She’s a living fursuit.

Haha, very funny!

I’m not joking, man. You seriously haven’t noticed your body changing yet?

What’re you talking abo-H MY GOD! ARE THESE TITS?! W-why can’t I take… this… OFF?!

You can’t stop her mid merge man - Gotta just ride it out for a bit. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t fuck too many dudes with you in there~

WHAT?!

Emergency Advisory: Avoid Drinking The Water

I feel like there’s a lot of body horror, body invasion, and possession content that can be inspired by the Green-Banded Broodsac

Spooky~

Playing More Than D3ad

Opossum femboys like playing LOTS of roles~

Forced Futa Femboy Crossdress (Futa / Femboy TF)

Go check out the story for free over on my Deviantart~

Medical Milking

When you’re in dire need of mammary release, an emergency visit to your local experts is always an option~

Unless you’re in the US…

Then it’ll be a few thousand dollar charge minimum :(

Giving Motivation And Motive (Dog TF)

If you don’t have anything nice (or constructive) to say, then maybe just don’t say anything at all~

Checkmate

Fun lil Hypnokink stuff~

Reminds me of a shadow game from Yu-Gi-Oh! Lmao

Backseat Bimbo

Nobody likes a backseat driver, so next time one pops up, just transform them into a backseat bimbo

(The prattling might be just as annoying, but at least it won’t be about your driving)

I Thought You Said You Could Keep Up?

“Look, all I’m saying is that sports bras really aren’t that important.”

Ellie scoffed in disbelief while crossing her arms as Fred continued his ludicrous rant.

“They don’t provide THAT much support as opposed to other bras. And they’ve gotta be uncomfy for everyone except women with small tits - No offense Ell. And honestly, I think they’re just there deprive us guys of a good show when y’all run.”

Ellie stood there, dumbfounded by the ignorance that just spurted forth from the depths of what she could only imagine as some of the most ignorant misogynistic psyche borne from boomer-America.

“So let me get this straight; You think there’s some sort of conspiracy where women only wear sports bras to deprive men of bouncing tits?” Ellie asked incredulously.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it like that, but yeah I guess.”

Ellie stood baffled as the insane double-down continued; “And you think they’re ONLY for women with small boobs? Also fuck you, by the way - I’ve got C’s.”

Fred looking almost offended shot back. “Look, I’m just saying they wouldn’t be better for women with larger breasts than any other bra. And really? You’re like a B at best!”

Ellie’s face burned a subtle crimson as she clenched her teeth. She knew just how to deal with men like this. “Fine. Want to make a bet?”

Fred raised his eyebrow, curious as to where Ellie was going with this. “A bet? About what?”

“About sports bras, obviously! If you’re SO sure that any bra is as good as a sports bra for running, then why not race me and prove it?”

Fred’s three and a half neurons fired in rapid succession, trying to understand the point being made before retorting. “I mean, what will that prove?”

Ellie quickly shot back; “Well you’re OBVIOUSLY in much better shape than me, right?”

Fred’s ego led him directly into her trap, just like she knew it would. “I mean, yeah. You’re in great shape for a girl and all, but I’m an athletic guy. I’ve been playing sports for-” Ellie cut off his vain posturing.

“Yeah, yeah - Big strong man. Must be in better shape than a woman like me. So, if you raced me, it wouldn’t be hard to prove your point, right?” Ellie stepped closer, invading Fred’s personal space and looking up into his eyes, leaving only a few inches between them.

Frank let out a nervous chuckle while trying to avoid eye contact. “Look, I’m not scared to race you. I know I’d win! But it wouldn’t prove anything because I don’t have a big ‘ol’ pair of-”

Ellie refusing to accept any further insults interjected again. “Bet.” As she snapped her fingers and an electrifying force rushed throughout Fred’s body.

Fred’s voice shot up in pitch as his once cool demeanor turned to shock and in confusion. His once chiseled pectorals rapidly swelled into massive F-cup breasts as his feminine voice squeaked out the end of his sentence;

“TITS?!”

The changes didn’t stop at his vocal cords or chest, however. The rest of Fred, or rather, his now female body, was quickly transformed into a voluptuous buxom beauty. His toned arms and legs became soft and curvaceous. His hips widened and his ass ballooned out. Finally, his previously sizable package shrank and retreated within himself to reform into a new form of genitalia.

He, now she, stood in utter bewilderment as she felt the weight of her new massive milk jugs pulling down on her back. Her hands shot up to her new sensitive assets to help relieve some of the sudden newfound stress.

“Wow Fred, or maybe Freid suits you better now? Looks like your back is already feeling the strain of those, huh?” Ellie mocked as laughed at Fred’s newfound discomfort.

“W-what the hell, Ellie?! What did- How did- Why did-” Fred continued to stammer in utter bewilderment.

“It’s like you said, Freid,” she calmly and cockily said as Fred cut her off.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT,” she squealed. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”

But Ellie continued. “You’re right. It isn’t. But I guess it’s the only way to make you reconsider how ignorant you were being. Now, let me help you out… at least a little bit,” Ellie said coldly as she snapped her fingers once more.

Fred immediately felt the fabric of her shirt shifting and reshaping over her chest. Where once an oversized gym shirt was hanging loosely, now stood a revealing lingerie-esque bra in its place, showing so much cleavage and midriff that very little was left to the imagination.

Fred squeaked in horror at the pure level of feminine aura her new body was emanating.

“T-this is too much! PLEASE! Just change me back!”

But his begging didn’t sway Ellie. “Not yet, FREID. You haven’t learned your lesson… yet. But how’s your back feel? The bra helping?”

Fred whimpered as she removed her hands from her breasts, letting the bra assist in carrying the weight of her grand new mammaries. She reluctantly answered; “Y-yeah. A bit. But please. Please change me back. I don’t wanna be a busty chick.” The arrogant tone once carried now lost from her voice.

“Nope. Not yet at least. We made a bet, remember?”

Fred’s eyes shot open wide. “N-no! I can’t! N-not in this!”

“But it’s a bra, right? This should be EASY for you, right?” She knowingly teased. “Now come on. We’re going to race back to the dorms, and if you win, I’ll change you back immediately.”

Fred’s voice shook in terror. “A-and if not?!”

“If not? Well, we can see how you’re doing in a week or so. That might be enough time to gain a little perspective, right?”

Fred gulped. Even walking the few steps towards Ellie let her know she didn’t really stand a chance. Her center of balance. The shockwaves of jiggling that persisted after each step. All of her. It was all too different for Fred to have any real chance against a seasoned runner like Ellie, but she knew she had to try.

“Ready? Set. GO!”

The first couple steps proved her suspicions true as breasts bounced and shook with each move. Ellie laughed at Fred’s inability to run as she teased him from ahead;

“Come on! I thought you said you could keep up?”

Boombox Beatdown

Shoutout to the booty boombox

Fluffier Positions Available

Floofier Fluffier

C.I.T.S.O.S

Those square iris goat eyes are kinda cute~

A Focus-Drawing Goth

Does she have your attention

When She Was In Control

Those pesky alter egos making you say things (you’re too ashamed) you don’t want to say (out loud)

Happily Displayed

There’s a certain joy in not only being owned, but being shown off for the beautiful toy that you are…

The absolute jewel of ANYONE’s collection~

Kain Being A Good Little Bunny (Hypnokink / Furry)

Kain seems to be having some bunny-related issues, but he can’t seem to keep her out of his routines~

On Her Knees, Eager To Please

Bimbo transformations are great or something

I Love Kaa Eyes

Do you think lamias are also susceptible to kaa eyes hypnosis?

Foxy Good Morning Stretch

She’s a good girl

Your Own Worst Enemy (Hypnokink / Unaware / Smug)

Smug unaware hypnotees give me the big neuron activation

Smug hypnotees that fluctuate between being unaware to acutely aware & flustered give me the BARK BARK AWOOOGA

Oozing With Pleasure

Is it gooping in or seeping out?

Does Puppy Love Her New Collar? (Furry TF)

What kind of collar would YOU like to wear?

Dragon Whoard (Dragon Bimbo TF)

So does this make her the whoard or the other person the whoard?

Discuss

Running From The Bim-Bomb

“Why the hell are YOU running?!”

“Just because I’m a hot blonde doesn’t mean I’m a submissive sex-crazed bimbo!”

(Holy fuck, she’s moving FAST!)

Pawfully Sensitive (Story / Paw Fetish)

AI image with edits performed by me

All writing done by me with peer review from a cat

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“You’re serious?” Taylor asked in disbelief.

“Y-yeah, I am! Please don’t make fun of me - This is already super embarrassing to ask!” Fenn squeaked; Her voice layered in equal parts humiliation and anticipation. “It’s just… they’re… I’m-”

“Sensitive?” Taylor asked.

“YES! When someone rubs my… you know.” Fenn shifted uncomfortably as she avoided matching Taylor’s gaze. “It just feels so good.”

“So you want me to massage your paws because it feels good?” Taylor crossed their arms and cocked their head at the strangeness of the request. It seemed like an innocent request, but was being asked in such a lewd manner.

There wasn’t an immediate response. Fenn just continued to fidget and shift until finally relenting to heaviness hanging in the air.

“mmph, nnngh, y-yeah. It feels good. Better than good! It’s mind-numbingly amazing!” Taylor was taken aback, but the words continued to pour from Fenn’s mouth as her tail unfurled and began to wag.

“When someone rubs them, I just get lost in the sensation. The feelings… the pl-” Fenn stopped herself as she realized she’d gotten carried away. Away in the daydream of having Taylor gingerly and firmly kneading her pads. In the thought of how their skin would feel against their own. Of the sensitive friction between their fingers and palms as she was being expertly pampered & massaged.

So lost that they realized they’d been verbalizing their daydream right to her crush’s face. “I-I’m s-sorry! I didn’t mean- I’m not- Nevermind! We don’t have to-” Fenn spluttered flusteringly before Taylor calmly reached out to hold her paws.

“Hey, hey! Relax - it’s okay, Fenn…” they reassured. “No worries - I’ll do it. Sounds fun!”

Chubby Hypnovabeast

Punny AND Furry