Strobes’ Sissy Hypnosis It was the weekend again, and Strobes was excited. He always took Sundays off at his studio just for this. He pulled in at Ember’s house and parked next to her Firebird. He grabbed his small duffel bag and walked into the house, not knocking. “Ember, I’m here.” Heading down the hallway to the living room. Ember was sitting on the couch, arms spread across the back. She turned her head to look at him. “Hey there, sug,” she said, looking like she had already had a few beers. " I got some of the usual waitin’ for ya.” On the table was a usual six-pack of Left Paw Milk Stout. “I’m gonna go change right quick.” He was still wearing his bike shorts and work shirt. He went upstairs to change in the bathroom. He loved Sundays. Ever since he learned that Ember lived so close to home, they made it a point to meet every weekend. They met years ago online but didn’t even know where they lived because they neglected to mention it until last year. Since then, it’s been a great stress relief. Being a dance instructor isn’t as fun as people think it is. They have all the same kinks, they’re chill with lewd stuff, and they hang out. He closed the bathroom door and set the duffel bag on the counter. He pulled out his favorite outfit for the hangout days: White stockings with pink trim, a pink thong with ribbons, a white tube top with pink lace, pink garter straps to attach to the thong, white arm gloves with finger holes, and pink collar with a large bell. As he removed his shirt, he looked at himself in the mirror. The Lynx that looked back was masculine enough. He always thought about that when he was dressing up in his sissy outfit. Why did he like it so much? He didn’t know why, but it felt relaxing and calming. His fiancé loved his feminine side, but not all the time. When he was here with Ember, he could wear it all the time, and she didn’t care; she loved it even. She always had this look on her face whenever she spoke about it with him. This look told him she loved it and wanted him to embrace it. He took off his pants and briefs. As usual, he stared at his dick. It was smaller than the average lynx, but he was happy. The hair around his dick was climbing up his chest, but he liked it that way. It was a fashion statement. He slipped into his outfit with ease. This wasn’t his first rodeo, after all. He was sliding his paws through the arm gloves and stockings, making sure to fit a digit into the ring that kept them in place. Slipping into the thing, he adjusted his balls so they looked just right. Reaching his arms into the tube top, he adjusted it so his muscles were perfectly centered and hooked the clips to the thong. The collar was always the most challenging thing. He always ended up looking at himself in the mirror with the collar backward so he could find the right hole to hook it through, the bell making noise constantly while he fiddled with it. He rotated it once it was hooked up and adjusted his fur afterward so it didn’t look all twisted. Ready for their fun night, he grabbed his bag and walked downstairs, excited and dressed up. Ember was already looking in that direction as he entered the living room again. “Well, well, went with the white and pink getup tonight?” She was a big fan of just about anything he wore when he was dressing like a sissy, but this was one of her favorites. The tube top suited him so well, showing off just enough of his chiseled pectoral muscles. The thong made his small dick the center of the piece. Ember was dressed in her usual outfit for their night. Topless with tight boxers on, leaving her bulge on full display. Occasionally, she decided to wear a top, but that was on days when “the girls were sore and didn’t like hanging free.” Her cybernetic tattoos were cool to look at, too. When he asked her about them, she said they symbolized a significant change in her life but never elaborated. Whenever she got hard, he knew it. He had long since gotten used to seeing Ember in nearly her complete nakedness and didn’t get hard at the instant sight of her tits anymore. Ember, however, always got hard at the sight of him; no matter what sexy outfit, he decided to rock those nights. He was more than allowed to touch, though; he often did. Ember, of course, would return the favor by touching him. Strobes sat on the other end of the couch, putting his duffel bag on the floor. Ember had indeed drunk a few beers already. Sitting by her feet, propped up on the coffee table, reaching for one of his beers, Ember offered her claw to pop it open. Thrusting her claw inside the bottlecap, she pulled it off with ease. He could do it himself, but he didn’t like the risk of chipping his claws. Ember did it once, but it was fine the next day. She never told him her secret about nail care either. “Ugh.” Strobes let out a groan once she opened it. He took a long pull. “Long day at your fancy pantsy dancy studio?” Ember loved to tease him, but she liked that he was willing to embrace and accept his hobbies, no matter how feminine they may be. ‘Ya got no idea.” He finished his first beer in two pulls and grabbed another one. This was a three-beer day, at least. Ember automatically reached over and snagged the cap. “Tell me all about it, sweetheart.” She put one of her large hands on his small shoulder. It may have been small, but there was plenty of muscle. Ember took the last swig from her beer and popped another one. That made number four. Oberon’s were easy drinking for her. She reached for her bowl of pita chips on the table, steering clear of the bowl of salt and vinegar chips. Those were for Strobes and only Strobes. “Well, one of the dance moms got in my face again.” “Oh, was it the blond one?” “No, the black-haired bimbo.” “Lord.” They had many backs and forths about her. They even refused to use her name and just called her bimbo or black-haired bimbo. “The hell did she want this time?” “I got put in the ballet section this week. That’s fine and all; I can do that.” He got up and performed a pirouette and transitioned into a renversé. Ember clapped enthusiastically. He sat down and took a pull of his beer. “Then Bimbo comes to me after class and says I’m not doing it right. She tells me,” clearing his throat to perform a nasally voice, a spot-on impression, “When I was in ballet, my professor did it this way. And she fails her renversé and splits her jeans right down the middle. Then she blames me? I didn’t do anything!” Chugging the rest of his beer, he slammed it onto the table. “I haven’t even met this woman, and I hate her. I don’t understand dance moms.” Ember said, tossing a handful of pita chips into her mouth. “I’d much rather be poppin’, as y’all very well know.” He got up again to demonstrate. He botted for a bit, performed a spectacular demonstration of isolation, and glided back to his seat, ending with a “HOO!” Ember enjoyed Strobes when he was inebriated. Seeing a femmy-looking man in lingerie popping and locking was very unusual. She enjoyed it, watching his dick bounce with his every movement. He was loose and true to himself without hiding behind any policies or agendas his studio might have had. Sitting back down and reaching for another beer, he stopped Ember when she reached out to pop the top off. “Watch this.” He placed the edge of the cap on the edge of the table. Pounding the top of the bottle, it came off in two hits. His head was almost overflowing, but he quickly moved it to his mouth and chugged some of it. “Cut me off at three.” “Will do, hun.” She slid the bowl of chips toward him. “Eat. Helps digest the alcohol.” She ate more of hers to demonstrate. “Say, did you remember what I asked you to bring?” “What thing?” Strobes thought for a moment while reaching for the bowl. “Oh yeah!” He set the bowl back down and leaned over the side of the couch to get his duffel bag, rustling through it. Ember enjoyed the view, a sexy feline but in a thong. Her boxers tightened. She resisted the urge to spank it. He brought up a heavy-looking book from beside the couch. “I did. Made my bag super heavy, too.” He handed it to Ember, who looked at it with wide eyes. The spine was decorated with emeralds and rubies. The golden clasps are hooked around the open side to keep the book from opening. The front was also decorated with rubies and emeralds, one in opposite corners. The front read Dark Magic for Non-Magic Types. She felt the gold plating tracing the edge of the covers. There was a bit of rust from times past, but otherwise, it was kept in excellent condition. The pages were yet to be seen, but the outside was well maintained. She tried to open the clasp but decided against it; this was dark magic. Ember smirked but quickly hid it with a question. “So how does this work? Does it open for me? Do I have to beat it with a shoe? Magic words?” “No, don’t be silly.” He grabbed the book back from her and held it in his hands. He looked at the book, and it magically opened for him. “All you gotta do is will it to open with your mind. If you have magical potential and are worthy, it will open for you.” He handed it back with one hand, drinking his beer with the other. She grabbed it gingerly with both hands. “Will it to open.” She scrunched up her eyebrows, closed her eyes, and thought, ‘Open!’ The clasp shot off the hook, the cover opened, and the pages turned themselves with satisfying papery noises. Strobes looked at Ember in shock. “How do you have potential? I studied for years in my basement!” If the alcohol was getting to him at all, it sure wasn’t now. The shock knocked him sober. “I don’t know.” She acted just as shocked. “I am part dragon. Maybe dragons have magic in their bloodline?” “Well, that’s gotta be it.” The lynx sat back and took a deep breath. “What did you even want that for?” He leaned forward, looking through the book he had seen a million times before. “Oh, I was just curious.” That wasn’t a lie, either. She was curious, but everything in her plan hinged on this. She flipped through the pages delicately, careful not to poke holes in the pages with her claws. Frog transformation spell, goo removal spell, cauldron cleaning spell. There, she found what she was looking for. Hypnotic Control spell. She grazed past it quickly. “I was thinking,” she started, “there could be a way to make you enjoy your time here more.” “What are you talking about?” Strobes set his beer down. “I’ve got my beer. I’ve got my chips. “I’ve got you,” he set his paws on her knee, “and we got Steers of War 5 on Furstation 9. What more could I want?” He thought to himself for a second and grinned, keeping his dirty thoughts to himself. “Well, I was thinkin’ what if you could be more of a sissy? I know you like dressing up over here, and so do I,” she pointed to her lack of bra and boxers, “what if you could act the part, too?” It was like Ember read his mind. She didn’t cast the mind-reading spell, did she? No, he would have noticed if she cast a spell of any kind. He looked at her with a coy grin, “What do you have in mind?” He rubbed Ember’s bulge, starting to peek out of her boxers. It was hard as a rock and warm to the touch. It’s true what they say about dragons running hot. “I bet I can make you want my dick in your ass. You dress like a sissy; you should start acting like it.” They’ve taken stupid bets before, to mixed results. They’ve sucked each other’s dicks, as much trouble as it was for Strobes trying to get Ember's ten-inch monster down his throat. Ember had to eat him out, but they both agreed it was a win for everyone. All the bets ended up being a win for them both. They were relaxed enough with each other that they probably could have fucked already if they didn’t want to cross that line. But here it was, Ember crossed it. It was happening. “Oh yeah? How do you plan to do that?” He was intrigued. Maybe it was time to cross that line. Perhaps they could fuck and still be besties. “I try to hypnotize you. If you resist me, you can fuck me instead.” “Bah,” he spat at the thought, “Hypnosis. You’ll never hypnotize me. Many have tried, all have failed.” “So, you’ll win, won’t you?” She started stripping off her boxers; her dick was very hard at this point and making them hard to remove. “Don’t tell me you don’t want a shot at this pussy.” She got on her knees and showed him her wet pussy, dripping with all the sexual tension of the last few minutes. Her dick dangling between her legs. “Maybe I do.” He reached out and traced his finger against the soaked lips of Ember’s pussy. Ember moaned in pleasure, hamming it up a bit. Daring to continue, he slid his middle finger inside. Ember didn’t ham it up this time; it genuinely felt good. Stopping herself, she leaned forward, Strobes’ finger pulling out with it. “Ah, ah, ah. We have to earn it.” She turned around, still on her knees. There was no trace of her being masculine, like when she wore her boxers. Her tits were hanging in front of him, squeezed together, emphasizing cleavage. “You up to it, sissy boy?” She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “Or do you want mommy’s dick that badly?” He moved his head before Ember, looking her square in the face. “You’re on. Just try to hypnotize me, sugar tits.” * * * One hour later, he sat there, swirls in his eyes. All the buildup and trash talk all for nothing. The magic circle took an hour to draw with Strobes’ help. She could read the book, thank goodness, but the instructions for the magic circle were in some other language. She put the book away, setting it in the armchair by the fireplace. After cleaning up the magic circle made with ash from her fireplace, she addressed him. “So,” she looked at the hypnotized lynx, slumped over and beginning to drool, “what was all that about not getting hypnotized?” She looked at the Chevy clock on her wall; it only took two minutes, too. “I’ll get you riding my dick all right, but just telling you to do so now seems underhanded.” She was monologuing to herself. “Perhaps I’ll make you WANT it instead.” She grabbed a box that was hidden behind a potted plant. She hoped he hadn’t seen it, and he didn’t. Clearly shown on the box was a dildo. Pink, two inches thick, and five ridges down the shaft with a rounded head. Six insertable inches of ridged dick. She set it by the end of the couch. Now was the time. “Ok, Strobes.” She had read the book and learned how to work commands into the hypnotized individual. She began to walk around him, speaking with intent. “When I say to you ‘Girl Kitty Time, you will become my sissy. You will follow all my orders. When I present you with a toy, you will use it. You will do whatever I say while doing so. Anything action I wish you to perform, you will perform.” She checked him; he was still there, slumped and now drooling. “When I snap my fingers and say ‘Wide Awake, ’ you will return to normal, remembering nothing that transpired. My training will linger, but your knowledge of the events will disappear.” He slumped so far that his head now rested on the coffee table. She picked his head up; the swirls were still there. She removed her hand, and his head fell back on the table with a thud. Good. Time to wrap it up. “When I snap my fingers, you will wake up with this knowledge. You will forget we made a bet and that you were hypnotized.” She sat back down like nothing had happened and took a deep breath. *snap* Strobes shot to attention. He looked around in a panic. “What happened?” He felt his chin; it was wet. He wiped it off. “Did I fall asleep? On our hang-out night?” “Yeah, but that’s fine.” Ember sat there playing it cool, her dick still exposed. “If you’re tired, you’re tired. Maybe the beers hit you.” “But this never knocks me on my ass.” He looked at the bottle, “It’s only 6%.” “I don’t know what to tell you.” He set the bottle down and took a breath. This was her chance when he wasn’t paying too much attention. “Girl Kitty Time.” He shot up, swirls coming back to his eyes. He sat there upright, almost like he was in a trance. It had worked. She pulled the dildo out from behind the couch. “Alright, Kitty,” she pulled the dildo from the box, “this is your treat for the night.” She handed it to him. He grabbed it and went to work; he knew what to do. He stuck it to the center of the coffee table. He took it in his mouth first, deepthroating it and making lewd, sloppy sounds. The moans coming from him were enough to get Ember hard again. He looked at Ember while sucking the dildo; his eyes, despite having the swirls of hypnosis, showed lust. She handed him a bottle of lube that came with the toy. “Show me how you put lube on your hole, kitten.” He got on all fours on the coffee table. He opened the bottle and poured some expertly onto his asshole, not missing a drop. He then began to work the lube into his asshole with one finger, moaning loudly. The sloppy sounds of lube and stretching skin only made Ember’s erection worse. She sat there and got a front-row seat of the action. He inserted a second finger, only increasing his moans. “Enjoy your treat now, kitten.” He shuffled over to the toy and applied some lube with his hands. Squatting over it, he moved his thong aside, lined up his asshole with the rounded tip, then went for it. The rounded tip penetrated him, and he slowly lowered down onto the shaft, passing ridge after ridge until he couldn’t take any more. He sat there for a bit, letting his asshole stretch and adjust. “I’ll be nice and let you go at your pace today,” Ember said, “But no touching your dick. You must cum from your boipussy and only boipussy. If you can’t, you don’t cum today.” He began to bounce on the dildo, slowly at first. The bell on his collar made lots of noise. Two inches weren’t inside him at this point, but she was keen on fixing that. She let him bounce up and down the shaft for a while. His moans and pants were intoxicating. She couldn’t help it anymore; she had to jerk off. “Look this way, kitten.” He did his best to rotate the toy and face her; it wasn’t too far to rotate. She had plans for him today. She was now at full length and rock-hard. Watching a sissy like him bounce on a dildo, making lewd noises, and seeing that cute dick of his bounce up and down, really rocked her world. She had to jerk it. “Hope you’re ready for a shower, kitty.” She began to stroke her dick, aiming intently at him. She had never felt such joy before. This desire to jerk off to him, him putting on a show just for her, her evil plans. “Such a good sissy kitty. Can’t have fun with that tiny dick, huh?” She kept jerking it while his moans and pants got louder and louder. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you bigger toys to play with.” The squelching sounds coming from the dildo were such a turn-on. She couldn’t hold it any longer. “Take my cum, sissy kitty.” Her dick throbbed, and she shot her load all over Strobes. Her purple, gooey cum squirted all over his body. She aimed for his face, intent on getting some in his mouth. It slopped onto the coffee table and the carpet all over his chest, and some landed in his open, panting mouth. He took a second to swallow it but kept bouncing on the dildo. Ember rose from her seat, her dick slowly growing flaccid. She wiped the remaining cum on his face as he kept bouncing. “Well, you weren’t able to cum, were you?” She smirked and looked down at him. “Think you’re gonna cum for me?” Strobes managed to answer between his panting, “…no…” “Well then, bottom it out.” He obeyed. “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” He let out a loud, pleasured scream. He stopped bouncing on it completely. It was too much for him. His panting was heavy now, and he was sweating heavily. Ember placed her hand on his head. “Girl kitty.” She kissed his forehead. “Now take that toy out of your butt and relax.” He stood up on the table and flopped onto the couch. Ember grabbed the toy and tossed it in the kitchen sink to wash later. She walked back into the living room, where he was still breathing heavily. She snapped her fingers, “Wide Awake.” In contrast to what she thought he would do, he fell asleep. He didn’t shoot up in alarm; he slowly rose drearily or even fell over and woke up in a panic. He just fell into a blissful slumber. She picked him up and headed upstairs. He set him in the guest room’s bed and covered him up. He stayed the night sometimes anyway, so this was not unusual. Occasionally, they snuggled, but she figured he needed some time to himself. She closed the door and went to cover her tracks. * * * A week had passed, and it was Sunday once more. He grabbed his duffel bag, left the studio, and hopped in the car to head for Ember’s place. He quickly texted Ember before reversing his sedan and heading your way. Are you thinking of pizza tonight? As he turned onto the backroads, he couldn’t help but think about what happened last week. He couldn’t believe he fell asleep early while playing Steers of War. How could he fall asleep while playing a shooter like that, and they get to hang out on the one night a week? He turned onto her long gravel driveway. This time, he wasn’t going to fall asleep, he thought to himself as he parked his car. Walking in her front door, he said, “Hey Ember, I made it.” No response. Strange. He walked down the hallway and peeked into the living room. To his surprise, Ember wasn’t there. The beers were on the table, and the bowls of chips were there, too, but Ember wasn’t. What he wasn’t expecting was someone else. He stepped into the living room, thinking she was in the bathroom. On the couch was someone else, someone he’d never seen before. It was another Lynx. He only saw their backside, but he was able to tell by their broad hips, shapely ass, and thick purple mane that they could be female. The lynx got up from the couch, facing away from him. “Hi there, sweetie.” She turned around, swiveling on her toes. He wasn’t wrong with his assumption. She did have wide hips and a shapely ass. An ass he wanted to see shaking in his face. He loved Ember’s tits, but he also appreciated an excellent ass. This lynx’s breasts were top-notch. Not as large as Ember’s, but they were supple, prime for sucking and fondling. The kicker was that this mysterious woman had a penis! It was not very large, but it had enough girth to satisfy. The bush of dark hair surrounding it and running down her testicles only accentuated the size and foreskin covering most of it. Overall, she looked very muscular, too. What he wouldn’t give to be dommed by this woman. Her powerful thigh muscles stood out from her hips. Her arms also looked fit, with pink tufts of fur on the elbows. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She approached him, reached into his duffel bag, and pulled out his phone. How did she know he kept his phone in his bag? She unlocked it and opened the camera, and took shameless selfies of herself like a whore on Instagram: Titty shots, a close-up of her ass, tasteful shots of her dick, and an actual selfie. He just stood there, dumbfounded. Who was this in Ember’s house? Why did she look familiar? He hadn’t seen her around, had he? Unable to get a word out, he let her do as she pleased. She returned his phone, looking up at him, twitching her short, fluffy tail. Rising and leaning close to his ears, she said, "Girl Kitty Time.” He dropped his duffel bag and stood bolt upright, all confusion removed from his eyes. The swirls returned to his eyes. The mysterious lynx started to laugh hysterically. Her body began to warble and mush, and she lost her sexy feline shape. In a matter of seconds, the blob took on a purple tint. Forming legs, arms, and a longer tail, it was clear who this lynx really was. Standing there, naked as the day she was born and full mast, was Ember. “Ya’ll should have seen your face.” Ember was more than pleased with herself. Mimicking herself, she spoke to the now hypnotized Strobes. “Take a picture; it’ll last longer. HA! If I had a nickel for every time I told that to some dumb muscley meathead.” She slapped her knees in pure hilarity. She had looked through his book every week and learned a few more spells, such as this body morphing spell. She started to work out her plan with magic at the center of it. “Ok,” she took a deep breath, tears in her eyes, “enough of that.” She addressed Strobes directly now, still standing there, swirly. “Follow me, cutie.” He grabbed his duffel bag and followed his mistress. Sitting down on the couch, he stood there by the sofa. She popped open a beer for herself and said to him, “Now give me a strip tease as you get in your sissy stuff.” She got her phone out of her pocket and found some mood music for her performance, lots of drum and bass, which he liked. His mind may have been hypnotized, but his heart was one with the beat. He stripped off his shirt, popping with the beats. He swung it above his head like a towel and threw it across the room. His pants were next, and he had a surprise. He unbuttoned his jeans and, gliding towards Ember, slid them off by pressing them against the floor as he glided across the carpet. Thrusting his ass in Ember’s face, he stripped his briefs off, letting them fall around his ankle, leaving his asshole inches from Ember’s face. Ember didn’t know that Strobes was this talented. Maybe she’d leave hypnotize him more often after this. She took her opportunity and thrust her tongue right into his asshole. This threw him off his groove, but he didn’t seem to mind. He moaned loudly with the surprise attack. Hands-on his knees, he thrust his ass closer to Ember, and she grabbed his ass, keeping it there. She’d eaten him out before due to one of their bets and knew he was tasty. She thrust her tongue deeper, lengthening her tongue to give more pleasure. Swirling her tongue around the deepest parts of his insides, he moaned louder than before. No toy could ever give him this pleasure. Ember reached underneath the throw pillow and pulled out the dildo she had hidden there the night before, the same one that she had made him use last week. She couldn’t take it anymore; she wasn’t going to wait for him to put on his sissy lingerie. Her dick had been hard since she changed back. “you’re going to retake this toy, sissy. No cummin unless you cum from your ass.” She pressed the tip against his asshole, and he quivered with a small cry. “Take it.” She thrust it into him in one go; she went to the base this time. The lubrication from her tongue was plenty. He let out a loud moan, bordering on a scream. His asshole tightened around the toy, clenching it like he was clinging to a life preserver in the ocean. Ember gave him a moment to stop breathing so heavily. He wasn’t ready to take it all in one go. She slowly started moving it out of his asshole, his breathing calmed. “Did I fool you?” She started to thrust the dildo in and out to the music’s tempo. With that many 16th notes, it’s a miracle he survived afterward. His breathing became erratic, loud, and heavy. His moaning now considered screaming as he happily took the toy in his asshole. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck!” He usually would have reached for his dick, but he was not allowed to, so he tried his best to cum with his asshole. Ember abruptly stopped thrusting at one point to give him a moment to breathe; then, it was right back to thrusting again. Ten minutes passed, and he was still unable to cum. Ember stopped and pulled the toy out. She looked at his asshole. It was red with friction and abuse. Strobes flopped over on the coffee table, exhausted, knocking over the beers. Breathing heavily, knees on the floor, his chest was rising and lowering with each big breath. “Did you cum for me, sissy kitty?” She stood above him, looking at his back. She didn’t expect an answer. Usually, he didn’t talk at all when he was under her hypnosis, whether it was by design or not. “No. I. Didn’t.” “A shame.” She began stroking her dick above his exhausted body. “Flip over.” He did his dick as hard as Ember’s. “I’m gonna give you a cum bath, sissy.” She was so close to cumming the whole time that she demanded satisfaction. She stroked her shaft above him. It didn’t take long for her to explode. “Open up, sissy.” Strobes opened his mouth wide and awaited his treat. She thrust her hips, and her dick exploded with cum. Her purple-tinted cum flowed out the shaft in ropes, falling from the air and onto Strobes. It covered his chest, coated his face, and covered his dick out of sight, not like it was that hard to do. After about a minute of shooting her cum, the pipes were empty, and her dick started to go flaccid. She looked at her handiwork: A com-covered sissy kitty. She found her phone and took plenty of pictures of the spank bank. “Go shower and get in your sissy clothes.” He got up and followed her orders. While he was in there, she took more photos for later. They’ll come in handy later. He returned, again dressed in her favorite outfit, the pink and white ensemble with the bell collar. She bode him to sit down on the couch. “Wide Awake” *snap* Strobes came to, the swirlies gone. He looked around at the beer, the chips, and the Furstation 9 loaded up with Steers of War 5. “Oh, sick.” His mind had filled in the events between coming into the living room the first time and now. He went upstairs for a shower, got dressed, and came down. “Anything crazy happens at the studio?” She popped open a bottle of Left Paw for him. “Man, don’t get me started about today…” * * * Strobes had just pulled in at Ember’s house. He had a weird feeling but didn’t know what it was. “Nah, I just had a weird day at work.” It was true. For some reason, he couldn’t glide properly; one of his usual students, who was almost an equal in dance abilities, missed class, and… he was getting a call from Ember. Why is she calling him? He looked at his phone; Ember was calling him. Maybe it was important? “Hey, I’m here already. What’s up? You never call me.” There was a pause. “Hello? Ember?” “Girl Kitty Time.” His eyes went swirly again. He held the phone by his ear; luckily, or Ember would have to come outside; not like anyone could see much of the house from the road. “Come to the living room, sissy kitty. Leave the phone on until you get there.” He opened his car door, grabbed his duffel bag, and went inside. He marched in like everything was normal. Stopping a step into the living room, he stood in place and turned off his phone. She was prepared for the night, wearing nothing at all. Her cybernetic tattoos were the only thing she was “wearing.” Ember had a large shipping bag from Bamazon. “Come here, sissy.” He strode over to her as she ripped open the bag with a claw. She handed it to him, “These are your new clothes. Put them on and make it sexy.” Strobes looked inside the bag, grabbing one item at a time, seeing what he had to work with. A blue corset with faded white stripes and pink garter straps, and pink on pink stockings and arm gloves. He hastily opened them from their plastic wrappers and set the sexy articles on the table. Ember got her phone out again and put on a strip tease playlist on Spoofy. He got to work, removing his plain shirt and tossing it aside. Walking over to Ember and grinding against her chest, he removed his shorts, letting them stay on the floor around his ankles. Ember’s dick was hard now, but she would resist her temptation today. It was a shame that a cutie like this wore briefs, but the cuteness of the print saved it. Purple with kittens. Knowing exactly what she wanted, he sat on Ember’s growing dick, assisting her erection. Grabbing the band of his briefs, he slowly, teasingly, lowered them down his legs. He removed them entirely and tossed them on her face. The smell of a femboy’s sweat and dick was one thing Ember loved. Getting up, he reached for the corset first. Slipping it underneath his pecs, he pulled the strings as tight as he could, really emphasizing his chest. He could tie it, too; he must have worn them before. Swinging the clips around like a rope, he tried to lasso Ember with them first, succeeding in wrapping them around her neck and pulling himself toward her without pulling on them and choking her. Hopping on her lap, he rubbed his chest against her tits, feeling the power difference. Ember allowed herself a minor pleasure and licked his neck. Strobes moaned in a high pitch and unmounted her lap. He began to put on the arm gloves. Their smooth material slid on his arms with ease. He sat on the coffee table and put on the stockings, bending one leg to start the stockings, then extending his leg to show off the fit and sexy shape being covered by them. Attaching the clips, she returned to his lap. “Good girl.” Ember placed her hand on his cheek. “You’re gonna answer to ‘good girl’ today, got it?” “Yes, Ember.” His eyes were still swirly, and he had no idea what would happen today. “Good. Now,” she pulled a toy out from behind her, “you’re gonna take this today.” This wasn’t the old one, though; this was a new one. It was thicker, a bit longer, and had a knot. The head was tapered, and the shaft had plenty of veins. She placed the toy in her mouth and sucked on it, working up her saliva. She removed it; it was plenty wet now. “Now Lynxy, if you cum today, there’s a punishment.” She wrapped her arms around him and stood up. She carried him with one arm and slapped the toy on the coffee table, the suction cup holding strong. “You’re going to take this toy. If you cum today, I’m starting you on hormones. You’ll be my little girl kitty. Ok?” “Yes, Ember.” Of course, she didn’t mean testosterone and estrogen. She had a magic book that could do that without all the nonsense with doctors’ appointments, going to a pharmacy, and injections or pills. She began to lower him onto the tapered tip of the toy. He whimpered, remembering last week. “No complaints. Put your legs on the table. He supported himself with his legs, his asshole now touching the tapered tip. “Lower yourself onto it in one go.” Strobes took a breath. He took the dildo to the knot; he couldn’t go further. He let out a loud moan of pleasure, almost sounding like a primal yowl. “Good girl. Now fuck your boipussy with that toy.” He had no choice but to obey. His body moved on its own, riding up and down the shaft, moaning and panting as he did so. Ember sat on the couch and watched, stroking herself slowly. He always stopped at the knot. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t take the knot, even if he made progress. Trying his best to speak between bounces and through his pleasure, “I can’t. Take. The knot. Its. Too big. For. My Ass.” “Boipussy. It’s your boipussy now.” “Yes, Ember.” He said, still moaning and panting. “For my. Boipussy.” Ember rose and stood in front of him. “Then you need a little push, don’t you, Lynxy?” She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed down lightly. The knot stretched his boipussy a little bit. “Haaaaaaa!” He was in ecstasy as his hole stretched further. “Does Lynxy like it? You do, don’t you?” She was egging him on, all part of her plan. “You like having dicks on your boipussy. Stretching you wider and wider.” She pushed harder, and he went lower on the knot, a little at a time. She didn’t want the hypnosis breaking from pain. The knot was half taken now; all he needed was one more push. “That’s it, Lynxy. You remember the deal. If that tiny thing squirts hands-free, we’re getting you on hormones straight away.” “I’m gonna…” he said quietly. “Oh? You’re going to what?” “I think I’m gonna cum!” “Keep going, kitten, you’re almost there.” She wanted this. He wanted this. She pushed his shoulders to get the knot fully in his boipussy. “MREOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!” Strobes let a wild scream loose from deep in his throat. It wasn’t a pained scream but primal. His dick shook violently as it spewed cum, the toy stimulating all the right places. Each rope of cum shot out like bullets as if those previous days feminizing him had built up and released in one explosion. His cum shot so far and so high it covered Ember’s tits; a few droplets even hit her face. His sack grew smaller after every shot, draining until nothing was left. “Good girl.” Ember cooed. “Good girl cumming from their boipussy.” She stepped toward the bookshelf where she had hidden the spell book. The moment she held it in front of her, the clasp opened and shot to the spell she wanted. She smirked. Over three weeks, she learned the language from the book. The spells were unique for each cast, based on who it was being cast on. She had read it repeatedly and practiced it on birds that flew into her backyard. Hopefully, no one sees that swallow that she gave a nice pair of tits too. She held a hand out, palm facing Strobes. He was still on the coffee table, knotted and panting heavily. Closing her eyes, she cleared her mind, imagining her desired result. Her eyes shot open and glowed bright with her magic power. Pronouncing her words clearly, one syllable incorrectly would result in disaster. Sak vyann, ki pa kontan ak aparans, Mwen konvoke konvokans mwen an pou fè apèl a dezi mwen yo. M ap transfòme kò ou, kò ou nan pitye mwen, temwen pouvwa mwen, vin yon veso nan lanvi ak dezi. The book began to float in front of her, the pages fluttering. Ember raised her other hand now and aimed both hands towards him. She flapped her wings to keep her floating above the ground. White light flowed from her hands in ribbons the moment she began chanting. It flowed into Strobe’s mouth, working its way into his body. Ember focused on the form she wished Strobes to take; her intentions were clear. She would have to pump her full of more magic before any changes occurred. Her focus was unwavering. As more magic flowed into Strobes, he started to bounce on the dildo again. His boipussy had recovered from the sudden stretching on the knot and was craving more. He started panting heavily again as he rode the dildo, from base to tip, stopping at the base for a split second to savor the knot in his boipussy. He was too distracted by the pleasure to realize that the changes were finally setting in. Strobes’s hips started to fill in. His hips were wider than usual, but those were due to his muscles; dance instructors like him often had impressive muscles. His muscles were soon hidden under a layer of fat, forming broad, sexy hips that would make a supermodel jealous. Bouncing on the dildo suddenly became a bit more difficult because of all the weight being added to his body, but it didn’t deter him, nor did he notice why. The muscles in his calves developed as well. Soon, they were more robust and more powerful than ever before. The stockings he was wearing stretched with the increased mass inside of them. He found it easier to ride the toy now and went faster, moaning louder and panting faster. Her dick bounced up and down, beginning to leak cum, what was left in the reserve tanks anyway. There was a tingling in her chest. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. Not only did he see his slutty body bouncing up and down, he saw his chest begin to inflate. Where there were once toned, muscular pecs, there sat soft, plump flesh. It was growing, too. He reached up to feel the pudgy flesh developing on his chest and thought it was growing in his hands! It felt so good to touch too. They popped over the edge of his corset, only emphasizing the change. Cupping them, he felt the weight increase. He understood now that he had breasts. Not resisting his urges, he pinches his nipples. The jolt of pleasure shook him to his core. Could he call himself he/him anymore? Whatever, think of that later. He continued to pinch his nipples as his breasts continued to grow. They could sit comfortably in his hands now and still growing. Riding a dildo and rubbing himself was hard work, but the pleasure and stimulus gave him the will to go on, his tits flopping as he bounced. They soon were too large for his hands and spilled out of them, nipples getting puffier and rounder as they ballooned. About D now, he got rougher with them. He was nearly as large as Ember. The flow of magic ceased, and the last ribbons sank into her mouth. The last of the effects were showing. His thick mane of purple fur grew lusher and shiny, better than any stylist could give. Her tits ceased to grow as well, sitting at a supple DD cup just shy of Ember. Ember set foot back on the floor as the book fell to the floor with a thump, closing itself with the clasp. Ember looked at her handiwork, walking around the coffee table. “Nice ass.” She spanked him, and he gasped, continuing her self-pleasure and riding. She reached around him and began to massage her breasts. “Nice heft and size.” She pulled on her nipples as if to milk them. He moaned louder, begging for more. She released her grip, and Strobes’s hands shot right back to his breasts. “You like your body, don’t you?” “Yes, Ember.” He replied between pants.” “I bet you want to stay like this, don’t you?” “Yes!” “We’ll see what your other self thinks.” She held her hand up and snapped, “Wide awake.” Strobes kept his momentum and kept riding the toy. He stopped panting and looked around but suddenly started moaning again. “AaaaaAaaaaAaaah!” He looked down at himself. He didn’t recognize anything! Tits? A new outfit? Why were his hips so big? “Ember!” “Yes, my dear?” “What is going on?” He tried to stop himself from riding the toy and fell backward off the coffee table into Ember. Luckily, Ember was already there to catch him. The toy popped out of his boipussy with a *pop* and stood upright, his juices leaking down the sides. “What did you do to me?!” He looked up at her, Ember’s face peeking past her breasts. “I gave you what you wanted, remember. You always wanted to be trans, so I gave you the experience of a lifetime.” He looked at himself, the toy, Ember, and back again for a few seconds. He did remember saying that, but something felt odd about it. He didn’t remember ever thinking about it for a long time. Or did he? He wasn’t sure. He had images in his head of a sexy female version of himself. Was it a dream, or was it a reality? He jerked himself out of Ember’s arms and ran upstairs, his breasts weighing him down and making him wobble. Ember followed him in a stride. Running into the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. It was the Lynx he saw in his memory. The giant tits, wide hips, and the thick hair. He turned around repeatedly, touching himself and leaning forward to see more closely. How did this happen? He took everything off, not knowing where it came from, getting a closer inspection. He slapped himself, “Ow.” This wasn’t a dream. Looking back at him, the feminine face was him, not an elaborate trick. “You done checking yourself out?” Ember stood in the doorway, one arm leaning against the frame. “How did you know I wanted… well…” Had he let his secret slip? He didn’t even tell. “To be trans? Honey, don’t you remember?” She approached him and held his chin, “You told me two weeks ago. The night you fell asleep?” The memories came flooding back to him. He remembered him in his white and pink sissy outfit, telling her how he wanted to be a trans but knew it wasn’t meant to be. That’s why he wore the sissy lingerie. The hypnosis certainly did the job. “Oh yeah…” He thought about it. “So, is that why you had me ride a dildo?” “I used your spell book.” She looked at him with a smile. “I read that the Body Morph spell couldn’t be cast on yourself. I figured that was why you hadn’t done it to yourself yet.” That was also true; no hypnosis was needed. You can’t very well focus on the form you wish to be while fighting through the pleasure of transformation. “So, I did you a favor.” He thought about this. He had lingered on this thought for years but didn’t have the guts to do it. Ember, his best friend, had done him a favor, and she was looking a gift horse in the mouth. “Oh, there’s a reality shift spell too, you know. I’m shocked you didn’t use it.” Strobes cursed himself for not thinking of that. “If we make this change permanent, I can cast it, and everyone will think you were always a trans.” Strobes considered this option. “But how do we make it permanent?” Ember’s dick started to get hard again. “Well, come with me to the bedroom to find out.” She grabbed his hand and took her next door to her bedroom. She pushed him onto her king bed. “You have to have sex in your new body.” “Oh.” He looked at her penis, now fully erect. Compared to hers, he had nothing. Would it even fit?” “I still don’t understand why you had me ride a dildo.” “Do you think this,” she thrust her dick in his face, “would fit if I didn’t?” She was right. It was twelve inches of raw, meaty cock. The ridges that lined her shaft looked intimidating. He leaned forward and felt his boipussy. It was wide now, wide enough to take it, but could he take the whole thing? He sat there, thinking about it. He felt his breasts; they felt so good to hold in his hands. His nipples were sensitive, too; the stimulus he received just by touching them! He had decided. “Ok.” He leaned back and held his powerful legs up high, exposing his used and abused, wide boipussy. “Fuck me raw. I want this.” Ember smirked, “Very well.” She stroked her dick while she reached for the lube on her bedside table. She applied ample amounts on her dick and Strobes’s boipussy. She had abused it enough; she would be excellent for this. “Here I come. She lowered her dick and kissed his boipussy with her tip. The lube made wet noises as she slowly inserted her entire length. He let out gasps as inches entered him. “Ha. Ha. Ha. HA. HA!” He was amazed he could take her this far, and there was still more! Stopping at ten inches, she let her dick sit there, let him get used to her size. “Why did you stop? Please do it. Fuck my boipussy already.” The hypnosis had worked its magic alright. “You asked for it.” So much for being gentle. She thrust her last two inches inside him and started pumping. She had heard his moans for the previous few days, but these were different. The moans he made under hypnosis sounded almost hollow and lifeless. These were guttural, loud, and exuberant. “Oh my god!” He shouted; his voice sounded higher. “Ember! You’re so deep inside me!” It was true, she could see her dick bulging out of his stomach a bit. Her dick grew harder seeing this and thrust harder and faster. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!” He couldn’t keep his voice in. “Fuck!” Her new tits were flopping around like balloons filled with water, almost slapping her in the face. She couldn’t resist it. She leaned forward and grabbed her funbags. Groping them, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, and pulling them. “HaaAAAAaaaAAA!” Her voice wavered as she toyed with her body. This was what Ember had wanted. He may not have been a femboy anymore, but this was the sex with her cute femmy friend that she had done all that planning and scheming for. Ember picked him up. Carrying him, she used him like a living onahole, her dick going even deeper now. Strobes still didn’t hold his voice in, only getting louder now. She sucked his nipples, making her scream in pleasure. He reached around Ember, grabbing her and holding on tightly, her breast in Ember’s mouth and unable to be removed now. “I’m getting close, Strobes!” “I’m getting close too!” He looked at her now and said, gasping for breath, “Let’s cum together!” “I’m cumming!” Ember could feel her dick pumping her cum into him like a firehose. Strobes screamed as he came, feeling Ember’s bulging dick in his boipussy. Cum filled his boipussy and slopped onto the floor once it was full. Ember wasn’t done, though, all that cum pumping into him as he sat there in her arms, shaking from the pleasure. A bright light overtook Strobe’s body, covering him from head to toe. A ringing filled the room. A second later, it was gone. Strobes sat there in her arms, resting on her shoulder with a lack of energy, breathing heavily, and cum dripping from her boipussy. “I suppose you should start using she/her now, eh?” Ember looked at the back of Strobes’ head. “Yeah…” she said. It’s official now. * * * Life went on as always. Strobes kept working at her dance studio, her students still attended, and the black-haired bimbo still decided to be Karen, whether she was a sexy female Lynx or not. Her girlfriend didn’t know about the change once Ember cast the reality shift spell, nor did her parents. It was hangout week again, and she drove her car to Ember’s. She knew that today was going to be just as fun as always. She had started buying new lingerie, too. She bought a sexy witch lingerie for this month’s fun purchase and would show it off. As she walked into the house with her duffel bag, Ember met her at the door. “Girl Kitty Time.” The swirlies returned to her eyes. It had been a while since Ember had hypnotized her, but wanted to pull a little prank. “Come into the bedroom.” She followed, her tits bouncing as she walked. The bedroom had a tripod with a camera mounted onto it. A laptop sat on her side table. “Change into your outfit; we’re gonna have fun tonight.” Strobes did as she was bid just as the weeks before when she had last hypnotized her. She stripped off her regular shirt and tight jeans. She removed her black bra and panties, which Ember had given her to accommodate her new sizes. It was going to be a surprise, but so much for that. Putting on her slutty witch outfit, she put on the purple striped socks and began to put on the lace babydoll when Ember stopped her. “No, just the socks.” Strobes set the babydoll back in the bag. Ember peeked inside, curious at what was in there. “Ok, the hat too.” Ember reached into the bag and gave her the hat. “Get on the bed.” She hopped on the bed. Ember pulled out a dildo from under her pillow. “You’re gonna show everyone how slutty of a witch are.” She fiddled with her computer, and the red light on her camera turned on. She turned to her camera on a tripod and turned it on. Everything was set. The chat was already pouring in on the stream, giving comments like, Where is she? Who’s this stream for? TITTIES ( . )( . ) . This one’s trans I heard! Ember turned on the camera, and Strobes appeared in the stream’s feed. Ember passed her the dildo from off-screen. “You know what to do with this.” She did know what to do. Without hesitation, she immediately took the dildo in her boipussy. The chat was going nuts. She started to touch her clitty, making soft moans and panting. It wasn’t long before she was leaking, but that’s all that ever happened lately. It stayed soft and never got hard. She rode the dildo like she did when she was hypnotized before like it was second nature. This was going to be QUITE the vod to show her afterward.