Chapter 5: Debate
The tracks we're playing in the background as Gil snacked on bon bons and a @Milf Shakes while playing 'Hypnosis', a game Jenny had downloaded for him. The game was about a group of girls who had been hypnotized to believe their boobs and butts grow from eating and spent all of their time overeating and becoming bustier and bustier while their waists stayed thin.
It was strange, but also really hot, and Gil was idly massaging his chest - now sporting some shapely mounds - as he played.
His hands moved with an automatic, hypnotic rhythm as he watched the girls in the game stuff their faces with cake, their bra busters plumping up bigger than their heads as the weeks went by. The new hypno tracks were playing, the words reaching into his subconscious, whispering, "You want big boobs. You want to be a busty babe, bigger is ALWAYS hotter when it comes to titties... You want to be the hottest, sexiest girl in the room." His grip on the controller tightened as he started to believe it, his breath hitching as his boobs jiggled with the motion.
Jenny watched him from the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
She had been sneaky about it, but she knew exactly what she was doing when she slapped on those hypno tracks in the background. The sight of Gil, his hands mindlessly kneading his newly developed breasts, brought a wave of heat between her legs. She had always been attracted to him, and enjoyed being bigger and stronger than him, but the thought of him transforming, becoming softer, more feminine, was even more enticing. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill of dominance, a thrill of power, as she watched him succumb to her will.
She stepped into the room, her eyes never leaving him as she approached and loomed over him.
He didn't notice at first, his attention fully absorbed by the game and the hypnotic tracks playing in the background.
"Come on, baby," one of the girls on the screen cooed, her voice smooth and inviting. "Take a bite. You know you want to."
Gil's eyes widened as he watched the girl on the screen take a large, cream-filled pastry and stuff it into her mouth. Over the last week of game time she'd gone up a cup size and there was no sign of her slowing down."
"Look at her," he heard Jenny said behind him. "She's really filling out. What do you think of that, Gilly?" Jenny leaned down, her voice soft but laced with a hint of demand. "Do you want to be like her?"
Gil hesitated, his hands pausing in their automatic rhythm. He looked up at Jenny, her tall, muscular frame looming over him. Her eyes were intense, her cheeks flushed with excitement. He could feel the power dynamics shifting between them, and a shiver ran down his spine. "I don't know, Jen," he stammered, his eyes flicking back to the screen.
"That one's Grace, right?" Jenny asked. "The one who pretends she doesn't want bigger boobs, but secretly eats more than the others because she finds the growth so fucking hot. Isn't she your favorite character?" Gil couldn't hide the slight tremor in his voice, his body reacting to the combination of Jenny's dominating presence and the hypnotic suggestions of the game. He swallowed hard, his hands resuming their kneading motion on his newly developed breasts.
Jenny nodded, her eyes never leaving Gil's face. "Yeah, she is. She's always been my favorite." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you want to be like her, Gil? Do you want to be that girl who secretly loves growing bigger?"
Gil hesitated, his breath hitching as he felt a strange, almost desperate need welling up inside him.
The game's hypnotic suggestions were weaving their way through his thoughts, the images of the girls on the screen stuffing their faces and growing bigger and bigger, more and more desirable, more and more irresistible.
"I...I don't know," he stuttered, his hands still absentmindedly massaging his chest.
"Shhhh," she murmured, grabbing the @Mazzola Bust Oil to massage him. "I have an idea. I want to to relax and imagine that you're in your game here." She began to rub the oil into his shoulders, her voice taking on a low, soothing tone. "Picture yourself sitting in that house with them. What does it feel like? What would it be like for you?"
Gil closed his eyes, his body relaxing into the massage. The scent of the oil filled the air, its warmth spreading through his skin, deepening the trance-like state he was in.
He imagined himself as Grace, his favorite cutie from the game. He was hanging out by the pool at a fancy apartment in the game in a bikini, one which over the past couple of weeks he'd been outgrowing.
In the game, he'd been stuffing his face with cakes and pies, the other girls always teasing him about his supposed "diet." The more he ate, the more he grew, the bigger his boobs got, the more he felt the urge to keep eating. It was dirty, decadent, and incredibly sexy. He could feel the oil on his skin tingling, the warmth of it spreading, his body relaxing into Jenny's touch.
"You're at the pool with them," Jenny murmured, her voice low and soothing. "It's hot, the sun is warm on your skin.
You're sitting by the pool, surrounded by your friends, all of you in your bikinis. Your top is straining a little at the seams, but you don't mind—you love the way it feels, the way it looks. You can see the others watching you, their eyes lingering on your bust, their cheeks flushing with desire."
Gil could feel the oil sinking into his skin, the warmth spreading through him like a drug. His body felt light, almost weightless, as if he were floating. The images in his mind were vivid, almost real.
He could feel the sun's warmth on his skin, the cool water of the pool lapping at his legs. The scent of sunscreen and oranges filled the air, mingling with the sweet, floral aroma of the Mazzola Bust Oil. He imagined his friends around him—Grace, with her ever-growing bust, and the others, their chests plumping up with each passing day, their eyes filled with a mix of envy and admiration as they watched him grow.
"What are you doing, Gil?" one of them asked, her voice a low purr.
" tasting one of her own milky treats."
Jenny's voice was like a gentle caress in Gil's ear. "They're asking you to join them, Gil. They want to see you grow, to watch you swell with all that sweet cream. Don't you want to keep growing, Gilly? Don't you want to be the biggest, the curviest, the most desirable one there?"
Gil's body was on fire, his mind swimming with the images and sensations Jenny's words conjured. He could almost feel the weight of his growing breasts, the way they jiggled and swayed with each movement.
The idea sent a spark of excitement through him, a thrill that filled his stomach with butterflies. He pictured himself stuffing cake into his mouth, the sweetness melting on his tongue, the deliciousness of it all making his breasts swell and grow.
"That's it, baby," Jenny murmured, her voice low and husky. "Imagine it. Feel it. You're growing, Gil. You're getting bigger, curvier. Your breasts are swelling, filling out your bikini top. You can feel the sun on your skin, the cool water of the pool against your legs. And your friends... they're watching you, their eyes filled with desire.
You're the center of attention, the focus of their envy and admiration. And you love it, Gil. You love feeling their eyes on you, their desire palpable like a physical touch. You want to grow, to swell, to be the biggest, the most desirable. You want to be the one they all watch, the one they all want."
Jenny's voice was a soothing, hypnotic melody, weaving a spell around Gil. He could feel his body responding, the warmth of the oil spreading deeper, the tingling sensation intensifying.
"Now I want you to imagine me there with you, but I'm taller and stronger...my workouts have helped me grow almost a foot taller than you. Bigger, and stronger. What happens then to you?" Jenny's voice was low, almost a purr. "How do you feel, having me there, bigger and stronger than you? Do you feel...protected? Safe? Do you want me to take care of you, my little busty babe?"
Gil's breath hitched, his body tingling with a mix of fear and desire. The thought of Jenny towering over him, her strong body casting a shadow over his soft, curved form, sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his body responding to the dominant tone in Jenny's voice.
He tried to imagine it—Jenny, towering over him, her muscles toned and defined, her presence overwhelming and all-consuming. The idea sent a wave of heat coursing through him, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want you to take care of me, Jenny. I want you to protect me, to... to make sure I'm safe."
Jenny's fingers traced the curve of his shoulder, the touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "Good boy," she purred.
"I'm going to take such good care of you, Gil. You'll be my little busty pet, always growing, always getting bigger and curvier for me. And I'll be here to make sure you're safe, to protect you from anything that might try to hurt my little babe."
Gil felt a wave of warmth and security wash over him at her words. He could almost see it—Jenny, her strong arms wrapped around him, shielding him from the world as he grew and changed, her presence a constant, comforting force in his life.
Jenny's hands drifted from his shoulders to his chest, her fingers finding the soft, swollen mounds of his newly developed breasts. She gave them a gentle squeeze, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she felt the firmness beneath her fingertips. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through Gil. He let out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation. "That feels so good, Jen," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Jenny hummed in agreement, her hands continuing to explore his body, her touch lingering on his breasts before moving lower. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way his body responded to her every touch. It was intoxicating, and she felt a thrill of power and possession as she took control of his pleasure.
Her hands moved lower, tracing the curve of his waist, the softness of his hips, and finally, the hardness that was growing between his legs. She could feel his body responding to her touch, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she took him in hand.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "You're so hard for me. You want this, don't you, Gil? You want me to take care of you, to make you feel good."
Gil's eyes were closed, his body arching into her touch as she began to stroke him, her grip firm and sure. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking gently into her hand. "Yes," he said, the word catching in his throat. "I want you, Jen. I want you so much."
Jenny's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
"There you are, my busty pet. I'll take care of you, but I want you to tell me, Gil. How big do you want your boobies to grow?" Her voice was a command, a challenge, as she stroked him, her grip firm and sure.
Gil's eyes flew open, his body arching into her touch. He hesitated, a mix of fear and excitement flashing across his face. He could feel the heat of the oil, the tingling sensation spreading through his body, his thoughts clouded by the hypnotic suggestions of the game and Jenny's dominant touch.
"I...I don't know, Jen," he stammered, his hips bucking gently into her hand. "I just...I just want to be big enough to make you happy." His voice was soft, almost a whisper, the words laden with a desperate need for her approval.
Jenny's eyes gleamed with a dark, possessive light as she released him, her hands moving to cup and squeeze his breasts instead. "How happy can I be if I don't know how big you are?" she murmured, her voice low and demanding. "Let's find out, shall we?"
She reached over to the side table, picking up a tape measure. Gil's eyes widened as he watched her, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jenny's smile was wicked, her eyes never leaving his as she held up the tape measure. "Measuring you, of course," she said, her voice dripping with dominance.
"I need to know how big you are, baby. I need to know how much you've grown for me."
Gil's heart raced as Jenny wrapped the tape measure around his chest, her fingers brushing against his skin. He could feel the warmth of the Mazzola Bust Oil intensifying, the tingling sensation spreading through his body as she moved the tape measure higher, encircling the soft, swollen mounds of his breasts.
"36 inches," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she read the measurement. "That's a good start, baby. But we can do better, can't we? We can make these babies grow even bigger, even more perfect."
Gil's breath hitched as he felt a pang of anxiety mixed with a strange, almost masochistic thrill.
Jenny leaned in, her voice dropping to a low whisper, her breath warm against his ear. "Bigger, Gil. I want you to be bigger. I want your tits to be huge, massive, absolutely fucking enormous. I want every time you grow, every inch you gain, to be for me. Understand?"
Gil swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He nodded, his body trembling slightly as he absorbed her words. He could feel the oil on his skin, the warmth of it spreading, the tingling sensation intensifying. He was hers, completely and utterly. He would grow for her, become whatever she wanted him to be.
Jenny's eyes gleamed with a mixture of lust and dominance as she stepped back, her hands still cupping and squeezing his breasts. "That's right, baby. You're here to grow for me.
To be my busty, curvaceous pet. Let's make sure you're on track." Jenny's voice was firm, authoritative, as she stepped back and picked up the scale from the bathroom. "Now, let's weigh you."
Gil's breath hitched as he watched her approach, the scale in her hands. She had never weighed him before, had never been so interested in his body's measurements. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation and anxiety down his spine.
"Jenny, I..." he started, his voice soft and uncertain.
"Shh," she interrupted, her eyes never leaving his. "This is for you, remember? This is what you want. To grow, to be bigger, for me."
Gil nodded, his body trembling slightly as he stepped onto the scale.
The metal plate squeaked under his feet, and he watched Jenny's eyes flicker with excitement as she leaned in to read the numbers. Her smile widened, her eyes gleaming with pleasure.
"Perfect," she murmured, her voice low and satisfied. "You're right where you need to be, baby. You've gained almost fifteen pounds since we started this little adventure. Fifteen pounds of pure, delicious, busty goodness going here," she cupped his titties, "and here," she squeezes his rounded rump.
Gil let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he stepped off the scale. The weight gain was noticeable—his clothes were starting to feel tighter, and his body was beginning to take on a softer, curvier shape. It was both exciting and terrifying, a constant reminder of the changes he was undergoing.
"Come on, baby," Jenny cooed, her voice soft and reassuring. "Let's get you something to eat.
You must be hungry after all that growing," Jenny said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and concern. She took Gil's hand, leading him towards the bathroom. "First, let's get a look at you."
Gil followed Jenny, his eyes fixed on the floor, his mind still swirling with the intensity of their encounter. He felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, his body buzzing with the aftereffects of Jenny's touch.
As they entered the bathroom, Gil looked up, his eyes meeting his reflection in the mirror. He let out a soft gasp, his hand flying to his chest as he stared at the unfamiliar figure looking back at him. The person in the mirror had curves where there had once been only soft lines, the hips flaring out from a narrow waist, the breasts full and rounded.
Gil's hand trembled as he reached out, tracing the curve of his hip, feeling the softness beneath his fingers. He looked up, his eyes meeting Jenny's in the mirror. She stood behind him, her tall, strong frame a stark contrast to his own softening body.
"Look at you," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with pride and possession. "You're growing so beautifully, baby. You're becoming so much more...feminine."
Gil's breath hitched as he took in his reflection, his mind struggling to reconcile the image with his self-perception. "I...I feel different," he admitted, his voice soft and uncertain. "I feel softer, more delicate."
Jenny's hand rested on his shoulder, her grip firm and reassuring. "That's because you are, baby. You are." He wanted to curl up against her, to feel her strength and protectiveness envelop him completely.
Jenny leaned in, her voice dropping low, almost a growl. "And when you're a good little babe, I'll reward you. I'll feed you the best shakes, the creamiest cakes, until you're bigger and softer than you ever imagined. I'll help you grow, Gil. I'll help you become the most irresistible, desirable thing you can be."
Her words sent a shiver down Gil's spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through him.
He could feel the warmth of her hand on his shoulder, the weight of her presence behind him, and he leaned into her touch, his body already responding to her dominance.
"You like that, don't you?" Jenny murmured, her voice low and husky. "You like the idea of being soft and curvy, of being the center of attention, the object of desire. You like the idea of growing for me, of becoming what I want you to be."
Gil swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I do."
Jenny's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Good boy," she purred, her fingers tracing the curve of Gil's waist before sliding up to cup his growing breasts. "You're learning so fast. And you're growing so beautifully."
Gil shivered under her touch, his body responding to her words like a flower turning toward the sun. The warmth of the Mazzola Bust Oil still lingered on his skin, making every caress feel electric. He watched in the mirror as Jenny's hands moved over him, her strong fingers kneading his softening flesh with practiced ease.
"You're so responsive," Jenny murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "Look at how your body reacts to me. You were always so passive, but now?
Now you’re *mine* to shape. And I’m going to make you *perfect*," Jenny whispered, her voice dripping with possession as she squeezed Gil’s growing breasts. The oil had left his skin warm and pliant, his body responding to her touch like clay in a sculptor’s hands.
Gil let out a soft, breathy moan as her fingers traced the swelling curves of his waist, his hips, his thighs. The changes were undeniable now—his body had softened, rounded, *feminized* in ways that sent a thrill of both shame and arousal through him.
And Jenny knew it. She always knew.
Before Gil could react, her hands were on his waist, lifting him with effortless strength—his smaller, curvier frame no match for her toned muscles. The air left his lungs as she tossed him onto the bed with a playful growl, his breasts bouncing as he landed. He let out a startled yelp, his hands instinctively flying to cover himself, but Jenny was already looming over him, her smirk pure dominance.
"You're getting *so* much easier to handle now," she teased, running a finger down his collarbone before tracing the swell of his chest. "Look at you—all soft and pliant. Just how I like you."
Gil's breath hitched. The way she said it—like he was hers to shape, to *possess*—should have made him angry.
Instead, his body betrayed him, his chest rising and falling faster as her fingers traced the growing swell of his breasts. He tried to protest weakly, but the words died in his throat when her hands slid down his sides, her grip firm and unyielding. "J-Jenny, wait—" he managed, but his voice lacked conviction, his body already melting under her touch.
She didn’t wait. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, and with a single, effortless tug, she pulled them down, leaving him exposed. The cool air of the room brushed against his skin, and he shivered—not from the chill, but from the way her eyes darkened with hunger as she took in the sight of him. "Look at you," she murmured, her voice thick with approval. "So soft. So *mine*." Her fingers trailed lower, and Gil’s breath hitched, his body arching into her touch despite himself.
Before he could protest, Jenny moved down, her lips pressing against his skin, her tongue tracing the soft curves of his stomach as she went. Her hands never left him—one cradling the growing weight of his chest, the other gripping the soft, yielding flesh of his rear, pulling him closer. The warmth of her mouth enveloped him, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles, and Gil let out a choked gasp, his fingers tangling in the sheets as pleasure shot through him. He should have been embarrassed, should have pushed her away—but the way she held him, the way her hands molded his body like clay, made resistance impossible. He was hers to shape, hers to pleasure, and the realization sent a shiver of submission through him.
Her fingers kneaded his chest, rolling the tender flesh between her fingers as her mouth worked him with slow, deliberate strokes.
Gil’s hands trembled as they traced the hard, sculpted lines of her bicep, the contrast between their bodies sending a dizzying thrill through him. Just weeks ago, he had been the one with the strength, the one who could have overpowered her if he’d wanted. Now, she was the dominant one, her muscles coiled with power as she pinned him effortlessly to the bed, her grip firm and unyielding. He was the one who trembled under her touch now, his body softening, yielding, *feminizing* in ways that should have terrified him—but instead, he found himself arching into her hands, his breath hitching as her fingers traced the swelling curves of his chest.
He had never felt so small, so *possessed*, and yet—he had never felt so desired.
Jenny’s lips curved into a smirk as she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes dark with hunger.