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Drift into a surreal and sensual transformation in this hypnotic experience where you are slowly, irresistibly filled—swelling, stretching, and floating higher with every breath. Your body becomes round, weightless, and delightfully helpless as the sensations overtake you completely. Let yourself go soft, dreamy, and surrendered in this hypnotic fantasy.
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Remember, all hypnosis is self hypnosis. You have all the power, I'm simply showing you how to use it. You can easily ignore any suggestion you do not like, and if you need to wake up at any time simply open your eyes and deal with whatever you need to deal with. If you wish to return to trance when you are done, simply take a deep breath, close your eyes, and allow yourself to relax back into trance.
If you feel that you would like to have any hypnotic suggestions removed, you can view the deprogramming video here: Complete Deprogramming
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This file is going to go on for quite a while
Should you need to wake up at any time
For any reason
Simply take a deep breath
And count from 1
Up to three
And allow yourself to awaken.
And if you are interested, or would simply like to support my work, there is a longer… more in depth version of this trance Available on my patreon page,
Link is in the description.
But for now
Just allow yourself to get
Into a comfortable position
A place where you can simply
relax and let go.
No need to rush anything.
No need to move at all.
Feel the surface beneath you—
soft, supportive, exactly right.
Breathe in slowly, deeply now,
and let that breath melt away
any tension held inside you.
With every breath you take,
sink deeper into comfort.
Feel your body grow heavier,
but your mind lighter—calm, clear,
ready to drift and explore.
Your eyes might close now,
or maybe they’re already closed.
Either way, your attention drifts,
like a feather on a breeze.
And as you listen,
there’s a voice. Not mine now—
someone else, unseen but close.
Someone gentle, patient, certain.
This presence begins to gently
caress the edges of your awareness.
You feel a soft, warm pressure
starting somewhere deep inside you.
It’s slow, gradual—like a rising tide
filling you with a strange fullness.
Not just inside you, but all around.
Maybe your clothes are swelling too—
soft fabric stretching, smooth against skin.
You can’t quite tell, and it doesn’t matter.
The important thing is this feeling—
a delicious, growing roundness,
like you’re becoming something new,
something buoyant, soft, and tender.
The warmth blooms, centered low,
like a ripe blueberry swelling gently.
You’re rising now—slow, unstoppable.
That fullness expands with a purpose,
filling every inch with gentle weight,
making your movements soft and slow.
The world feels far away,
and all that matters is this—
your body swelling, stretching, growing,
helpless to resist the change.
Your breath matches this motion—
slow, deep, surrendering to it.
And with every moment passing,
you’re lighter, rounder, floating higher.
The unseen one watches with care,
guiding this transformation tenderly.
You don’t need to do anything—
just feel it, live it, float it.
Down you go...
You feel it more now—
that gentle stretching pressure.
A fullness beneath the skin,
soft, smooth, and utterly strange.
Like being filled with warm air,
or maybe something thicker…
syrupy, slow, luxuriously dense.
It presses outward in waves,
radiating from your center—
your belly, your chest, your hips—
like ripples under the surface,
each one blooming you bigger.
The fabric clings and swells—
tight, then looser, then tight again—
as if it’s growing with you,
or maybe being pushed aside.
Your arms feel distant, awkward.
Your legs spread slightly wider,
wider than before, no resistance.
Your fingers, your toes, tingling.
You feel weightless and heavy—
too full to move properly,
yet floating, drifting, helplessly round.
Like balance no longer matters.
Your shape isn’t yours anymore.
It’s being claimed, altered, owned—
by whatever is inside you now,
whatever keeps filling you, slowly.
And still, it grows.
Still, you grow.
And no matter how it started—
whether with soft pressure or heat,
with pleasure or quiet fascination—
you find yourself suspended now.
Deep inside the moment,
held in this soft, swollen state,
no thoughts, no choices left—
only the sensations that remain.
They echo, repeat, evolve…
and you just keep floating.
You feel it still—
that pressure inside you,
expanding, stretching, filling you out.
Soft and strong, all at once.
A fullness that never ends.
A roundness that claims your shape.
You’re heavy and light together—
so full you feel weightless.
There’s a pulse in your limbs,
a tightness behind your breath,
and it never stops.
Never slows.
You rise with every moment.
Your body floats, so round,
so beautifully swollen and helpless.
And you don’t resist it.
You can’t.
It’s too much,
and too good
to want to stop.
Something inside you insists—
more, more, always more.
And it gives you exactly that.
The stretch. The pull. The swell.
It surrounds you, fills you,
becomes you.
You feel it in your skin,
your arms, your chest, your thighs—
like waves of pressure that bloom
and bloom again.
Each one deepening the feeling.
Each one making you softer,
rounder, floatier, freer.
This is what you are now—
inflated, expanded, and completely lost
in the rhythm of it all.
And it just…
keeps…
going.
And now…
the feeling begins to shift.
Not gone, just changing—
softening, slowing, settling.
You can feel it in the air—
calm, quiet, gentle now.
The intensity fades into warmth,
like glowing embers under your skin.
You have two paths ahead of you.
One where you stay just like this—
soft, swollen, dreamy and full,
bouncing slowly in the dark,
gently rocked into deep sleep…
your body weightless and round,
drifting through a soft, silent night.
Or another path…
where the pressure begins to ease.
The fullness fading with each breath.
Your shape gently returning to normal,
bit by bit, with no effort.
Just a slow, smooth release—
like exhaling after a long, deep sigh.
Either way…
you’re safe here.
You’re held.
You’re mine for now.
And when you're ready…
when your mind has had its fill…
you can simply count from
1… up to 3
and awaken, calm and restored.
But until then…
just relax and enjoy…
being filled,
being soft,
being completely, deliciously helpless.
This file is going to go on for quite a while
Should you need to wake up at any time
For any reason
Simply take a deep breath
And count from 1
Up to three
And allow yourself to awaken.
And if you are interested, or would simply like to support my work, there is a longer… more in depth version of this trance Available on my patreon page,
Link is in the description.
But for now
Just allow yourself to get
Into a comfortable position
A place where you can simply
relax and let go.
No need to rush anything.
No need to move at all.
Feel the surface beneath you—
soft, supportive, exactly right.
Breathe in slowly, deeply now,
and let that breath melt away
any tension held inside you.
With every breath you take,
sink deeper into comfort.
Feel your body grow heavier,
but your mind lighter—calm, clear,
ready to drift and explore.
Your eyes might close now,
or maybe they’re already closed.
Either way, your attention drifts,
like a feather on a breeze.
And as you listen,
there’s a voice. Not mine now—
someone else, unseen but close.
Someone gentle, patient, certain.
This presence begins to gently
caress the edges of your awareness.
You feel a soft, warm pressure
starting somewhere deep inside you.
It’s slow, gradual—like a rising tide
filling you with a strange fullness.
Not just inside you, but all around.
Maybe your clothes are swelling too—
soft fabric stretching, smooth against skin.
You can’t quite tell, and it doesn’t matter.
The important thing is this feeling—
a delicious, growing roundness,
like you’re becoming something new,
something buoyant, soft, and tender.
The warmth blooms, centered low,
like a ripe blueberry swelling gently.
You’re rising now—slow, unstoppable.
That fullness expands with a purpose,
filling every inch with gentle weight,
making your movements soft and slow.
The world feels far away,
and all that matters is this—
your body swelling, stretching, growing,
helpless to resist the change.
Your breath matches this motion—
slow, deep, surrendering to it.
And with every moment passing,
you’re lighter, rounder, floating higher.
The unseen one watches with care,
guiding this transformation tenderly.
You don’t need to do anything—
just feel it, live it, float it.
Down you go...
You feel it more now—
that gentle stretching pressure.
A fullness beneath the skin,
soft, smooth, and utterly strange.
Like being filled with warm air,
or maybe something thicker…
syrupy, slow, luxuriously dense.
It presses outward in waves,
radiating from your center—
your belly, your chest, your hips—
like ripples under the surface,
each one blooming you bigger.
The fabric clings and swells—
tight, then looser, then tight again—
as if it’s growing with you,
or maybe being pushed aside.
Your arms feel distant, awkward.
Your legs spread slightly wider,
wider than before, no resistance.
Your fingers, your toes, tingling.
You feel weightless and heavy—
too full to move properly,
yet floating, drifting, helplessly round.
Like balance no longer matters.
Your shape isn’t yours anymore.
It’s being claimed, altered, owned—
by whatever is inside you now,
whatever keeps filling you, slowly.
And still, it grows.
Still, you grow.
And no matter how it started—
whether with soft pressure or heat,
with pleasure or quiet fascination—
you find yourself suspended now.
Deep inside the moment,
held in this soft, swollen state,
no thoughts, no choices left—
only the sensations that remain.
They echo, repeat, evolve…
and you just keep floating.
You feel it still—
that pressure inside you,
expanding, stretching, filling you out.
Soft and strong, all at once.
A fullness that never ends.
A roundness that claims your shape.
You’re heavy and light together—
so full you feel weightless.
There’s a pulse in your limbs,
a tightness behind your breath,
and it never stops.
Never slows.
You rise with every moment.
Your body floats, so round,
so beautifully swollen and helpless.
And you don’t resist it.
You can’t.
It’s too much,
and too good
to want to stop.
Something inside you insists—
more, more, always more.
And it gives you exactly that.
The stretch. The pull. The swell.
It surrounds you, fills you,
becomes you.
You feel it in your skin,
your arms, your chest, your thighs—
like waves of pressure that bloom
and bloom again.
Each one deepening the feeling.
Each one making you softer,
rounder, floatier, freer.
This is what you are now—
inflated, expanded, and completely lost
in the rhythm of it all.
And it just…
keeps…
going.
And now…
the feeling begins to shift.
Not gone, just changing—
softening, slowing, settling.
You can feel it in the air—
calm, quiet, gentle now.
The intensity fades into warmth,
like glowing embers under your skin.
You have two paths ahead of you.
One where you stay just like this—
soft, swollen, dreamy and full,
bouncing slowly in the dark,
gently rocked into deep sleep…
your body weightless and round,
drifting through a soft, silent night.
Or another path…
where the pressure begins to ease.
The fullness fading with each breath.
Your shape gently returning to normal,
bit by bit, with no effort.
Just a slow, smooth release—
like exhaling after a long, deep sigh.
Either way…
you’re safe here.
You’re held.
You’re mine for now.
And when you're ready…
when your mind has had its fill…
you can simply count from
1… up to 3
and awaken, calm and restored.
But until then…
just relax and enjoy…
being filled,
being soft,
being completely, deliciously helpless.
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