This is a very short story featuring themes incest, forced feminization and hypnosis.
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Your adult son is so useless All he does is smoke pot, play video games and refuses to get a job. Sure, he says "he's applying" and "no place is hiring", but you know he has no intention of working anytime soon.
He's such a disappointment as your son, as a man, and as a productive citizen. You've had enough. Maybe if he won't be such a burden as your airheaded live-in girlfriend.
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You've been spiking his food with estrogen for weeks now. He's such a gross pig he barely tastes what he scarfs down, he'd never notice if things tasted a little off. Already it acne riddled skin is starting to look a little clearer. With the way he eats you're sure he'll start developing some curves in no time.
You know this is the right thing to do. His life has no direction. He's an angry loser who'll end up homeless or couch surfing sooner or later if he doesn't make some big changes, and you know he'll never make them himself.
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After a long talk with him about his aggression, you gave him an ultimatum, take therapy or be kicked out of the house. What he doesn't know is that these "therapy" sessions will actually be hypnosis sessions. You know a guy who does this stuff and doesn't ask questions. Your son is oblivious enough he won't be able to tell something is wrong until long after it's too late.
His personality and attitude has always been rotten. Trying to get him to change now would be a losing game. You know you need to break him. You need to start over fresh.
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The hypnosis sessions are going well. He goes into and leaves each one thinking it's normal therapy, and doesn't remember at all what's really goes on.
Each session erodes that lazy, crude personality. He's becoming nicer, bubblier and more obedient. The way he talks, moves, all noticeably different.
He's gone from cursing every other word to saying things like "golly" and "gosh". Instead of calling me by my name or just "dude" he now calls me daddy. Not something I requested but it's a very nice touch.
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It's been months now and he's still unaware of all the changes, or at least unaware of what's going on.
His breasts are budding nicely. Already give a nice jiggle as he walks.
At the rate they're growing you might not even need to buy him implants. Nah, who am I kidding, that boy is gonna end up with fake plastic melon bigger than his head.
