Luna’s Tail ~ 1

Luna’s Tail ~ 1 (Edited.....sheez sorry about that!~BL)

Breathless from panting, Luna yanked the earbuds from her audio orifices with a pop and wry grin. Bent over the pillows across the breadth of the silent non-squeaking bed, she could feel the tip of her clittie recede from her asspussy. The computer screen flashed pornographic hypnotic transistion images inches from her eyes.

Luna pushed her hips hard upon the pillows inadvertently, yearning for the feeling of hard cock. Freshly re-impaled, her clitlette pushed into the wet leaking hole for a last jab, releasing the final weak spurt of gurljuice into her wet boicunt. Spent, the clitty softened and she allowed it to slip from her the tip of her entry.

She LOVED the feel of cum both being in her boi-cunt and oozing out of it. Luna could hardly wait to be deflowered properly, but COVID had kabooshed that plan.

Rolling her still quivering legs to the floor, Luna was careful not to soil the linens and kept her wet clitlette tucked behind her as she slid off the pillows. Luna was an expert as self-fucking. She had been doing it a long time, even before she had decided to transition. Discovering transition hypnos had taken her self-love to a new level --- and the secretly-leaked CIA transition hypnos she had stumbled upon had extracted even more pleasure.

Luna had found them on her then-fave pornagraphic website and in a frenzy of productivity, had begun to save them in a file on the site and download a good majority of them to a usb device for future ‘use’. She particularly liked the ones concerning planets, women taking multiple cocks at once intermixed with veiled horse-cock references.

Being a cowgurl, she had been able to ride before she could walk. Even though she had been trapped in a boi body, Luna --- almost like all girls --- loved horses.

At first, the flashing clips of giant dildos and horse-shaped, soft fleshy, fake cocks appalled her. She was spellbound by the triple penetration scenes. However, following those mages were images of massive breasts and titty jobs. Like almost all transwomen, Luna had an obsession with breasts, and the subliminal messages seemed to imply her budding breasts could grow if her subconscious was blasted with the hypnovid.

Maybe it could change her cells in her boobs at a molecular level. Luna giggled to herself. COVID has disrupted her hormone replacement therapy and she was desperate to retain what she had.

She often fantasized that the vids had been directed towards her and big gurls like her, that a strange race of horse-cock sized aliens has planted both horses and humans on this little pasture planet eons in the past as fucked herself. Luna even imagined that the vids had some semblance of order and had arranged them thusly in a playlist to take the fantasy even further.

Luna sighed as she got undressed and started the shower. She had a lot of area to maintain and she was obsessive about it. Luna always loved to smell pretty at least before she climbed on her bicycle for her daily covid commute to the store.

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“Relax, feel your body sink into the chair,” said the soothing voice into the ear of the seven-foot being. It could feel the closure of the TIME/SPACE/GRAVITY triad compressed upon its skin. It concentrated upon the center of the helmet’s visor as the flashing images were displayed for the necessary hypnosis to survive the jump. Just before falling to the spiral mentally, it touched the pouch that contained the secret 1973 treaty with the USA’s president Richard “Tricky Dick” Nixon and later initialed by Gerry Ford, who had craftily signed the document as Lincoln.