WHAT IF I HAD THE POWER TO SEND ANYONE INTO A DEEP HYPNOTIC TRANCE WITH JUST A SNAP OF MY FINGERS? Flash.
WHAT IF MY HYPNOTIC POWERS WERE SO STRONG, I COULD ALTER PEOPLES BODIES? Flash. WHAT IF, WHILE PEOPLE ARE UNDER THE EFFECTS OF MY HYPNOTIC TRANCES, THEIR EYES DISPLAYED A SPINNING SPIRAL? Flash. With those initial changes done, Max stood up from the machine and ran to his mothers room. He threw open the door and flipped on the light. The door slamming into the wall woke both his mother and his Aunt Alison who were sharing a room.
“Max? What’s going on? Why…” Britney was cut off by Max snapping is fingers. Both her and Alison’s eyes became spirals as Max’s power put them into a trance.
“Come and sit on the edge of the bed,” Max instructed. Both woman did as commanded and sat on the end of the mattress. Closing the door behind him, Max locked the door with a smile. What to do first?
“Mom, how old are you?” Max asked.
“42,” she responded evenly. Her face remained expressionless as she answered.
“No. You’re 32,” Max corrected.
“I’m 32?” Britney repeated, sounded a little unsure.
“Yes. You’re 32 years old,” Max confirmed.
“I’m 32 years old,” Britney agreed.
Max was confused. His mother didn’t look any different. Maybe she only now believed she was 32. Maybe he had to give her more specific commands to change her physically. “Mom. You’re 32 years old correct?”
“Yes, I am 32 years old,” she reiterated.
“Feel yourself become your correct age. Let your body fill with the youth and vigor of a 32 year old,” Max instructed.
“Yes. I feel myself become 32 years old,” Britney said. Max smiled as he saw the wrinkles fade from his mother’s face. Her boobs regained some of their perkiness and her hair regained the color it had begun to lose. “I am 32 years old,” Britney declared.
“Excellent. Aunt Alison, how old are you?” Max asked.
“I am 45 years old,” she responded with the same monotone voice of her sister.
“No, you are 35 years old.”
“I am 35 years old.”
“ Feel yourself become your correct age. Let your body fill with the youth and vigor of a 35 year old.”
“Yes. I feel myself become 35 years old.” Much like her younger sister, Alison’s skin regained its suppleness, and her breasts traveled back upwards reclaiming what gravity had stolen. “I am 35 years old.”
Max rubbed his hands together greedily. His powers worked just as he had hoped. “Mom, Aunt Alison. How tall are you?”
“I am 5ft 6in.” “I am 5ft 8in.”
“No. You are both 7ft tall.”
“We are both 7 ft tall,” they declared in unison.
“Feel yourselves growing. Let your bodies grow to your correct height,” Max instructed. Both woman let out small groans as their bodies began to change. Each grew in their own unique ways as their bodies climbed to their “true height.” Alison’s legs began to elongate, causing the ends of her pajama pants to travel up her shins while Britney’s torso climbed upwards, taking her night gown with it. Their clothes appeared to shrink on them as they grew taller and taller. Soon both women were 7 ft tall. “How taller are you?”
“I am 7ft tall,” both women declared.
Max was over the moon. Physical changes were awesome, but it was time for some mental ones.
“Mom, Aunt Alison what is your sexual preference?”
“I like men,” Britney declared. “I like men and women,” Alison informed.
Taken a bit off guard, Max continued. “Mom you are sexually attracted to both men and woman.”
“I am sexually attracted to both men and women.”
“In fact, you are sexually attracted to your sister,” Max commanded.
“I am sexually attracted to my sister,” both women acknowledged. Not intentional, but Max was going to give the same order to Alison. He needed to remember to specify the target of his commands.
“You both find me sexually attractive,” he instructed.
“We both find you sexually attractive,” they confirmed. Max was really digging his hypnotic power, but had a thought. Was there something the women wanted to change about themselves?
“Mom, is there something you would change about yourself if you could?”
“I wish I was more confident,” she admitted.
“Well mom. You are confident.”
“I am confident.”
Saying it again to reinforce the command. “Mom, you are confident.”
“I am confident.”
“Mom, you are confident.”
“I am confident.” Max saw his mother sitting up straighter than she had been before.
“Very good. Alison, is there something about yourself that you would want to change?”
“I want my breasts to be bigger,” she declared, no shame present in her voice. Max nearly did a spit take. His Aunt’s breasts weren’t small. DD cups at least. And she wanted them bigger? Well, he couldn’t deny the idea had merit. However, Max didn’t really know cup sizes, and he didn’t want a bunch of trial and error to find the best size. So, a new command was needed.
“When you hear me clap my hands, your breasts, ass, hips, and thighs will grow bigger.” The women responded as usual and Max repeated the command twice to really plant the seed.
Clap.
Both women moaned quietly as their tops filled with flesh.
Clap.
Alison’s already too small pajama top began to strain the buttons while her face became flushed.
Clap.
Sweat began to bead down the deepening cleavage of Britney’s night gown.
Clap.
Both women began to squint in discomfort as their clothes begin to tear in places.
Clap.
The bed groaned beneath them as their growing ass cheeks lifted them higher into the air.
Clap.
The first button surrendered from Alison’s top, sending it careening across the room.
Clap.
Another button gone, and the seams of Britney’s shoulder straps began to pop.
Clap.
The bed groaned as the weight of both women climbed.
Clap.
More buttons popped off Alison’s top, her boobs using the free space to escape the confines of the shirt as she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Clap.
The left strap on Britney’s gown snapped, but the right one still held. Her panties however were ripping in stops across her ass.
Clap.
The button on Alison’s bottoms flew off like most of her top’s. Alison herself let out a relieved sigh as the pressure on her waist had been released.
Clap.
The remaining shoulder strap gave out, revealing Britney’s basketball sized tits as the gown feel onto her thickening thighs.
Clap.
The thigh gap on both women disappeared completely.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
Both women let out a scream as they climaxed. Their clothes in tatters on the floor or holding on by a string. Each tit was so large they sat in and filled their owners’ lap, however, instead of sagging teardrops they kept their perkiness giving them an almost spherical shape.
“Stand up.”
Both women struggled to stand to their full 7 foot height, their unfamiliar center of gravity and extreme body weight putting them off balance. Their hips had swelled well past their shoulders, and their thighs were so fat they touched all the way down to their knees despite the distance between their legs.
“Turn around.”
They turned, knocking their tits into each other and almost falling over. They managed to keep upright and presented their asses to Max. Both had an ass shelf that protruded almost two feet behind them, and their tits were so wide Max could see them from behind.
“God, you’re huge.”
“I’m huge,” both women repeated.
“You love being huge.”
“I love being huge.”
“You love your huge tits and ass.”
“I love my huge tits and ass.”
Max’s cock was painfully erect. He didn’t know if he could stand this any longer.