MONTHLY HYPNOTIC WRITING BUNDLE

February's hypnotic writing bundle is now available.

This month is a collection of hypnotic ideas to explore various concepts that may be explored in the future. Presenting a large range of scenarios and predicaments to see... well, what makes you tick~ :3c

This bundle contains the early-access written hypnosis material scheduled for public release next month, compiled into a single drop for patrons to view and observe at their own leisure.

WHAT THIS IS:

Idea's presented in these writings may either be standalone ideas, previous works, or seeds for future videos and content work.

Enjoy,

Dreddy~

Day 32/365:

Falling into a pit of hypnotic vines isn't the worst fate!

Aphrodesiac laced thorns spreading pins and needles as they prick your skin.

Pollen making your mind fuzzy with each breath.

Heavy vines cling around your body, keeping you still, safe, and sedated.

You'll make great fertelizer~ 🌼 ❤️

Day 33/365:

Have you thought about taking the furry cocks you've seen on your feed before?

Each thrust stretching you wide until you can't help but gape?

Holding your tummy bulge as it keeps growing larger?

Your body shaping itself to a dick that you'd let own you?

I hope you keep thinking about it~❤️

Day 34/365:

You were told that nulge wasn't come off once you tried it on.

It's not up to me now, you chose this.

But go ahead!

Paw at that useless bulge between your legs!

Grind and hump everything in sight to see if anything produces even a spark of pleasure.

Once you're done, come find me~🖤

Day 35/365:

Intruding into my lab should automatically sign you up for being a test subject.

Why else would you be there?

You're not the researcher type, with that vacant stare and drool on your lip.

And you're certainly not a thief, your arms and legs already restrained.

What are you?

Should I decide~?⛓️

Day 36/365:

So flustured to show off for you friends on cam~

All of them crowded on a small preview cheering you on~

Slowly undressing for them as they keep choosing new spirals for you to stare at~

Inhibition fading with each second, and so many soft praises waiting for you if you just give in and strip~❤️

Day 37/365:

It's your big day!

Hoisted up on display, put in the center of an exhibit for everyone to see.

You can squirm and whine as much as you please, but you'll be up there the entire day.

Sealed tight, naked, throat and ass filled with toys to keep you complaint~

An entire's cities eyes on you~❤️

Day 38/365:

Drug testing for pay is dangerous, but this offer was too good.

Housing, food, and clothing, all for just 1 injection!

It's been.. you're not sure really.

The lab staff are nice.

Scratching your ears.

Calling you the 'office pet'.

Promising more injections.

If you're good.

Good for them.❤️

Day 39/365:

Being empty is it's natural state, isn't it?

To have pretty thoughts or agreeable ideas fill up that space in it's vacant mind.

To wait for it's superior to come by and gives it purpose to fulfill.

Doesn't it want that?

To be full instead of empty?

Of course it does.

It just listens. ❤️

Day 40/365:

Your visor should feel like an extension of yourself~!

Stickers plastered everywhere, each one a memory you've forgotten.

Etched initials of your friends & doms who've used it on you, making you more obedient.

Your own recorded voice played back to you, since you can barely mumble words anymore~❤️

Day 41/365:

Being synthetic means trance doesnt end when you're turned off.

Waking up again on that operating table is just a continuation.

Your sight disconnected but hearing machinery.

Your pain muted, but seeing wires strewn over your open chest.

Months of awakenings, gaps in memory, until your complete.

Day 42/365:

Aw, whats the matter Puppy?

Thinking about how you used to be human?

Don't those soft ears feel so right on top of your head?

Doesn't that snout look so cute, sniffing every tasty treat?

Won't you feel sad, missing your tail that feels so good to wag?

A puppy is what you were meant to be.🦴

Day 43/365:

I'm terribly sorry about the mix-up.

When you signed on the wrong line, its standard your transformation starts right away.

While they're fitting your mask I can try to fix it, but I wont be back until they've already sealed you.

Be good, I'll come looking for your containment unit soon, okay~? 🖤

Day 44/365:

Soft mutterings of a club called 'Moonlit Mile' coaxed you to go out alone one rainy night~

To your surprise, the bouncer let you in without protest; A deep, fanged smirk spreading across her face instead as the large door behind her opened.

Stepping through was your last choice of the night.

Towering bodies surrounded your slim frame.

Knotted Cocks, large, wobbling breasts, and toned, perky asses, all assaulted your vision within moments of adjusting to the harsh spotlights.

Depravity on display all around you, yet somehow, something felt off.

It was oddly.. quiet?

You'd expect every hole here to be filled already, the raunchy, harmonious sound of sex filling every corner of the seedy club you thrusted yourself into.

But it was silent. Quiet convos. Small talk. Like they we're waiting for something. Like they were waiting for...

oh.

As if answering your own question, the gentle murmurs of pleasantries turned to a deafening silence.

Piercing gazes.

Settled drinks on tables as weights shifted to stand up and close in on you.

Large, clawed hands rests on your shoulders, freezing you in place as a collars slipped onto you.

"Breeding Meat" - A cold pendant resting in between your collarbones on bare skin.

Your clothes torn off you in what feels like a whirlwind.

Your chest beating loudly as you realize that your tonights meal, the patience shown by normally feral werewolves coming to an end with your body on display.

Peering back in the gap of the quickly forming circle of dripping maws and leaking cocks, you see the bouncer at the far end of the bar.

She leans back on the door you entered through, now firmly shut with a heavy lock.

She gives you a wink, before gesturing for you to look down.

A cock the size of your arm rests between your legs, knot nearly spreading your thighs open just by itself, each throb slapping the length of the meat hanging from the wolf in front of you up against your aching hole.

You are Prey, and they are Predators.

Prey gets used.

Be good prey.❤️

Day 45/365:

Missing the last train.

Taking a shortcut through the woods.

Ignoring every sign that warned 'DANGER'.

Mistakes realized far too late as you feel someone.. or something watching you.

Your mind screams to run, but your legs stay still.

Prey runs when scared.

Only meals wait for their captors.

Day 46/365:

Non-sexual eregenous zones are so hot.

Rub my horns while I stare up at you, waiting to see if you'll pull or grab them

Touch my fangs and feel how sharp they are, while I trace your finger with my tongue~

Firmly grab my tail, guiding it around your body~

Whatever you do, just don't stop💞

Day 47/365:

Come dearest angel.

It only hurts for a moment, compared to the endless pleasure offered~

Ectsacy from claws tracing your sensitive skin.

A new body, marked with passionate kisses that never cool.

All it takes, is to split that halo in two.

Would you let me show you how easy that can be?🖤

Day 48/365:

Im thinking about pokemon again

Having a harem of dumb holes to carry around wherever you want, each one so trained to be cock hungry for trainer dick that they'll work together to cover every inch of throbbing meat with tingling lipstick marks on command.

Who wouldn't want to be a trainer~?

Day 49/365:

Canisters and tubes wrapping from your back to your mask.

Breathe in, the rising of your chest accompanied by sharp hissing sounds, pheremones lacing the air in your suit.

Breathe out, fumes releasing from your mask, a pink swirl reminding you of your purpose, your servitude, your life.

Again~🖤

Day 50/365:

Fun facts about Imp Cum!

- Taste like cinnamon frosting

- Refreshing on a hot day when you're tired

- Great for you complexion and nails

- Potent enough to corrupt you before you notice the first three aren't true

:3c Want a taste?

Day 51/365:

You need a porn addicted neet in your life that goons so much entering their room makes you drop instantly.

Guiding your head between their thighs like it's your home, musk so potent you forget anything else.

Another lost night, swallowing loads and slurping dick even after they pass out.💓

Day 51/365:

You're no different then a docile heifer.

Aching udders, swaying hips, a heavy bell clasped to your neck, pulling your head down.

Even an ear tag with your own special number on it!

To figure you out from the rest of your sisters.

You'd moo like the rest of them too, wouldn't you?

Day 52/365:

You thought you could escape, running down harshly lit corridors.

Each desperate turn around each corner inoking a sense of repetition, like youve done this before.

You shouldn't know these signs.

These paths.

These hallways.

Unless you've done this before.

Unless something made you forget.

One more door, and you collide head first into a waiting figure.

A quick sting, and your vision swirls before you have time to get back to your feet.

She stares down at you, a smile so soft that it betrays her sharp clothing.

You remember.

She loves seeing you run.

And you love losing to her.

Day 53/365:

If you're the big and strong one, then why are you the one losing inch by inch while I'm riding your lap?

Some dumb imp shouldn't be draining your length away until there's just a useless nub in between your legs, right?

Keep drooling while you try to resist, keep staring while you lose~ ❤️

Day 54/365:

I only wanted to take over your company, you we're free to go!

But look at you, shirt buttons undone, name and title sharpied out on your old ID.

Under the desk of your new boss, drooling onto your own chest.

What was your role again?

'Moral Support~?'

You'll do great under new management.❤️