Princess Grace's Castle


#food #Grace #possession #transformation #twinning #vore

Grace, but she's a trifle. Her body is made of layers of jello and fruit and sponge cake, and there's a swirl of whipped cream on top of her head. She's holding a spoon and sticking her tongue out, as if daring you to eat her. You coward.

Art by @Cavitees

You come home from work and throw your bag onto the couch. “Princess, is there still dinner left over?”

“I thought we'd skip straight to dessert tonight~” Grace calls. You follow the intoxicating scent of fruit and whipped cream into the kitchen.

In there sits, not just your girlfriend/hypnodomme, but your girlfriend/hypnodomme/dessert holding a spoon as big as she is.

You have questions. She puts her toe in your mouth and lets you bite it off.

She pokes her tongue out, knowing that'll shut you up for a while. “First bite's free.” She teases. Your pupils shrink. Your mouth waters. Near-orgasmic bliss washes all over your body through your mouth. You pant.

You always find it hard to look away from Grace, but this is something else. You need her. You need her so bad you barely notice the jelly sticking to your brain and gumming up the works. She notices your mouth watering and her mouth curls into a smile.

“You're lucky you're cute.”

You almost don't notice your feet growing to match Grace's or some of her thoughts swirling around your head.

“Good girls wash the dishes.” She taps the side of the sink with her spoon. You swallow and open the dishwasher.

Princess slaps it closed. “By hand.” You nod. She pokes one of her spongy ankles into your mouth. You scrub the plates and sink into orgasmic bliss.

When the dishes are washed, you've been fed both of her legs. You're wearing Grace's long striped socks and her heavy boots.

As a reward, she lets you eat her sweet, sweet bulge, and you feel the real deal pressing against your new skirt.

Your thoughts roll slowly through your head. Your drool dribbles onto the ground, because Princess Grace tastes so good it's rewiring your brain.

One of your hands is now permanently busy stroking your new cock and pushing pleasure into your brain. “Good girls can't cum until they finish~”

Your stomach shrinks into Grace's' toned midriff. Your chest expands to match her breasts and then some.

She tickles your tongue with her fingers until you eat those, too, and are rewarded with the same circuit traces she paints on her fingers. Her power glove binds with your body and connects with your pastry-caked brain. Your thighs clench and glow.

Your brain's being rewired and absorbed by Princess Grace, and all you can do is drool and dribble.

You kiss her head, and before you know it, your eyes combine into that green blue swirl. Your hair curls into a brilliant blonde. Grace curls your hands into a fist.

You're still there, but she's in charge. You feel the kind of bliss you only get when Princess has taken complete control of your body and made it hers.

“Let's go break this in.” Princess swivels her new hips and walks you to the bedroom to see how much pleasure it takes to make the subby voice in her head overload with bliss.

Alternate version

Discuss this post here.

#food #Grace #transformation #twinning

Grace, but she's a trifle. Her body is made of layers of jello and fruit and sponge cake, and there's a swirl of whipped cream on top of her head. She's holding a spoon and sticking her tongue out, as if daring you to eat her. You coward.

Art by @Cavitees

You come home from work and throw your bag onto the couch. “Princess, is there still dinner left over?”

“I thought we'd skip straight to dessert tonight~” Grace calls. You follow the intoxicating scent of fruit and whipped cream into the kitchen.

As soon as you cross the threshold, Grace whips a dollop of hand-whipped cream at you. It smears across your eyes and turns them a seductive, delicious pink.

“Princess!” You scoff. “What the h-” You feel it sinking into your face. You feel... looser. More gelatinous.

Your brain even easier for Princess to sculpt.

She opens the oven and pulls out a golden brown, baked to perfection copy of her hair. There's even a jelly streak over one eye. Princess places it on your head and tops it with a healthy dollop of whipped cream.

“You're a good little trifle twin.” She teases. “Demanding, domineering, and teasing to a tee.” Her words stick in your semisolid brain. Your tongue pokes out of your mouth. “But it only takes a nibble to send you spiraling back to submission.”

She bites off a bit of your nose and promptly replaces it. Your eyes roll back in your head from bliss. “Yes, Princess~” You moan. You stain the front of your pants with whipped cream.

You refuse to strip, but you find it hard to talk back when she eats your tongue. “Good girls can't talk back~” The dommy part of your brain wants to cross your arms and stomp your foot.

The part of your brain melting with pleasure takes your clothes off and watches layers of jelly and cake replace your body.

“About time.” You say when she attaches your big, cream-filled dick. Just an inch or two shy of her own, of course.

She wipes some of the pre-cream off the tip and spreads it on your tongue. You look cute when your brain goes all wild with pleasure and you have to clench your big, jiggly thighs~

Before long, you can barely remember your silly old flesh body, and you're over the moon with how much you love being Grace's trifle twin. Especially when she makes you wear the maid outfit and serve snacks to her friends. <3

Alternate version

Discuss this post here.

#Grace #hacking #possession #transformation #twinning #you

So I've been thinking about things for a while, specifically what my angle is with a certain hacker princess. The idea of a semi-free floating virus-type intelligence has been in my head for a long time, and I've decided to see where it goes. So, here is:

Princess Grace: Origins

It's 1993 as balls outside. In fact, it's 1993 as balls everywhere, because it is 1993. You come home with a nice stack of shareware floppy disks. You stack them on the desk. Doom? Boring. Epic Pinball? Whatever. Princess Grace? Well, you have to run that one immediately.

The disk enters your computer with that satisfying mechanical click. The drive whirs to life when you dutifully punch in the instructions on the label. Your keyboard clacks dutifully under your fingers. A:\GRACE. The enter key crackles with pink and black lightning.

Your monitor flashes. First a simple black and white spiral. Then the screaming black, white, magenta and cyan of CGA. Your eyes begin to burn. Your CRT is flashing at maximum intensity in your dark room. The entire room lights up with each spiral burned into your brain.

Between the spirals and flashes, you can see your reflection in the monitor glass. Green circuit traces shoot up your arm and into the veins in your eyes. Your pupils dilate to take in as much of the shifting, swirling colors as possible.

The speaker inside your computer crackles and your modem whines in an attempt to synthesize speech.

“Graaaab— c-ble—” it stutters. The mechanism in your printer makes it shake violently until the serial cable comes loose. All while you're just sitting there, drooling.

The screen twists spirals into your brain. You lean forward and take the loose end. It crackles and sinks into your wrist. Bolts of energy pour out of the computer and into your nerves. Mmmph~! You've never felt this alive~! Your back arches with raw, unrestrained power~! Bliss~!

“Finally, jeez. Now I can breathe~!” The words come out of your mouth, but you didn't say them and it's not your voice. “Oh, you're worried. It's buzzing all over your brain. What's wrong- never been mindjacked by a cute girl before? I'll make sure you love every CPU cycle~”

The lightning streaks and cracks over your hair, bleaching it a perfect blonde and lingering as a pink streak over your left eye. The spirals fade from the screen and stay in your brain. Your reflection has your hair assimilated and your eyes twisting into a green blue swirl.

“You'll still get to be yourself for a few weeks while I get comfy. If you had a CD drive, I'd have hacked you bigger boobs by now. Let's take you over to your closet and find something better to wear. I need to know now if we should go shopping for cute clothes.”

You dutifully stand up for Princess Grace and start climbing the stairs to your room.

“I don't even have to hack your legs? That spiral must have done a number on you. I didn't even tell you to get horny, and you already ruined a pair of underwear. You're gonna be fun~ <3”

That's all for now, but if you truly believe, maybe you'll have your own run-in with a mind-melding, reality-hacking, pink hair streak-having hypnotist-on-a-disk.

Discuss this post here.

#avengersendgame #hypnosis #Modemoiselle #twinning

“Thank you for the time machine, dears~” Modemoiselle reclines on her throne. Graces zap back to this timeline, each proud to present a stone to their perfect Princess.

Each twin is rewarded with a gentle caress on the chin and a kiss on the cheek. “Good girl”, she whispered. The camera lingers on each once-heroic face. Usually saying something like “Ever since you uploaded yourself into my suit, I'm much happier and cuter!” or “Thank you for assimilating my shield, Princess! Now it matches my brain and body~” or “I'm the perfect size to be your fleshlight!”

The infinity stones click into place across Grace Prime's body. One on each side of her hair as cute little clips. The mind stone hangs enticingly around her neck. The rest become the center of lovely little bows across her dress.

“Don't worry, dears. I'm not getting rid of anyone~” She winks at the last few non-assimilated heroes. She snaps her fingers and...

Well, let's just say nobody misses the way things used to be. It's hard when everyone has a nice, blonde head of hair, derives plenty of pleasure from Princess, and everyone lived hornily ever after. Turns out you can just make more food and stuff, duh.

Discuss this post here.

#babaisyou #Grace #transformation #twinning

So, there you are. Your little white bunny dutifully pushing words around to edit rules and solve ever harder puzzles. Occasionally undoing when you accidentally break the chain that lets you control your character. You're having a grand old time when a new sprite slides onto the screen one tile per tick. You squint at the rules on the screen. You didn't even change anything, much less notice this when you started the level. You hit undo a couple times, but the blonde sprite with her pink streak simply slides closer to the center. You try to push rocks and even your character in her way, but it just gets a kiss and turns into another cute little blonde sprite. Their corresponding nouns in the level twist and change into GRACE. She grabs WIN and gives it a nice, long kiss until it slides into TWIN. A few light, mischievous notes twinkle from your speaker.

“Guess you'll be here a while~” She teases. Grace sits up on the big pink YOU block and gingerly kicks her cute little sprite legs. You hammer the reset button, and the level resets, but she's still there and happily turns more parts of the freshly reset level into more of her. At first, they respect the grid and only move when you move. The more you reset, the faster the ticks come and the faster she can take over the level. You try to open the menu, but the options explode into more Grace sprites, tinkling across the screen. Before long, it's just you, countless Grace sprites testing the boundaries of the screen, and Grace Prime sitting on YOU. Gingerly kicking her heels against it. You try to alt-F4 out of the game, but it just makes her laugh.

The Grace sprites push the last block into place. GRACE IS YOU. Your monitor flickers off so you can see your reflection. Your hair turning a short, immaculate blonde. A proud pink streak shooting over your eye. Well, it's her eye now. Her face. Her scheming smile. Her breasts. Her curves. Her mind. The crackling information that makes up her being. There's not really much of a 'you', is there? Maybe a little that got swept up, but, well, you're much cuter now. <3


a pixely Grace with her brown jacket and her T-shirt and her plaid skirt and everything.

(Art by

Discuss this post here.

#Grace #hypnosis #latex #ponyplay #twinning

Emily always got up before Grace. She'd always get up to her alarm, roll out of bed, and, if Grace didn't join her in the shower, meet her at the closet. Today was a meet at the closet day. Grace's hands landed on her shoulders.

Emily tensed up for the briefest second and let herself relax. “Morning, Emmy~”

Emily rolled her neck and fell into Grace's arms. Big, happy smile. “Morning.” She looked up at her lover. Grace's fingers combed through her hair. She let their eyes meet.

“Princess wants you deep.” The words wash over Emily. Her eyes flutter peacefully shut. Her body falls limp in her princess's arms. “Good girl.” Emily moans when she hears those two special words. It didn't look like she could get limper, but there she goes.

“Today, my pretty little dolly, we're gonna be twins.” Grace reached into the closet and pulled out a short blonde wig with a pink streak over the right eye. Emily's hair is rolled up and tucked underneath.

Her happy, empty eyes watched her own transformation in the full-length mirror with a distant smile. Grace Classic finished drying her dolly off and threw the towel into the bathroom. She'd have the maid get it later.

“And when you wake up, dear, silly little Emily's going to still be asleep. For the rest of the day, you're gonna be my little Gracie. You love computers, sticking it to the man, and hypnosis. Of course, you're too smart to fall for a pretty girl swinging a pendant.

You've never been hypnotized, but every time you pick up something dangly, you find your gaze stuck to it. I never said you were good at it~”

“I'm a good little Gracie~“, the girl formerly known as Emily cooed. Her head flopped on her limp neck. Grace Prime moves her little twin's head around with the gentlest touch of her fingers.

“Yeah you are. Let's get you dressed, okay?” Grace Alpha snaps her fingers, and Grace Beta's eyes flutter open. She stumbles to her feet- and has no problem at all with Grace Prime feeling her up.

She throws her hip out to the side while her eyes slide across the closet. They slide across Emily's clothes like they weren't even there. Both Graces take a pair of lacy black panties and a matching bra.

New Grace needs a little chest stuffing, and a few whispered words erase that detail from her mind.

“Hmm.” New Grace picks out two T-shirts. “What do you think? P♡P ST☆R or HYPN♡ T♡Y?”

“Better go with the second one. I know how much you love hypnosis.” Grace Classic takes the P♡P ST☆R shirt and tugs it on over her head. Both Graces throw on a denim half jacket and a plaid miniskirt.

Green and blue for Grace Classic, red and yellow for New Grace. Black and purple stripey thigh-high socks for Original Recipe Grace, rainbow for Extra Cutie. Both girls step into their boots and get ready to start the day!

“Your turn to make breakfast!” Grace Beta chimed, already on her way to the couch. “I'm thinking waffles and scrambled eggs and-”

Grace Alpha pulled her power glove onto one hand, turned her girlfriend around with the other, and gave her a gentle poke on the forehead. “Pause.” New Grace's jaw hung open. Her eyes stick where they are- crossed and looking at Grace Classic's finger.

With her girlfriend safely frozen, she hops across the kitchen, fetches her favorite apron- pink with “Brainwash The Cook” written on it- and puts it on her girlfriend. She takes her chin and angles her head up just a touch.

“Rewind ten seconds. Inject code echo literal 'You won the coin toss fair and square. I'd love to make breakfast for you, Grace. I love you so much.' end literal.” She pokes her forehead again. “Play.”

New Grace blinked a few times. “You won the coin toss fair and square. I'd love to make breakfast for you, Grace. I love you so much.” She smiles and makes her way to the fridge.

Grace Beta happily hummed to herself, scrambling eggs and preparing toast. She paused only when two magic words wandered into her ear. “Ghost mode”. Her eyes fluttered, and she went right back to buttering toast.

She could feel Grace Alpha's hands lifting her skirt, cupping her butt, and straightening her hair. The gentle kiss of a pair of lips against the back of her neck made her giggle and blush.

“H-hello?” She clenches her thighs when her unseen girlfriend's fingers slide between her legs. She turned around and looked right at Grace Alpha- but her mind wouldn't let he see the blonde, even after a nose poke and a kiss on the forehead.

“Welcome back”, she whispered. Grace 2's eyes fluttered. The mental block vanished. She greeted her girlfriend with a hug and went back to the eggs.

“Hey!” Grace the Second turns around while she pulls the liquid eggs into big, fluffy curds. “You didn't flip a coin! We said we'd take turns!” She huffed and plated out two matching breakfasts. She even stamped her foot while she sprinkled shredded cheese over both plates.

She crossed her arms, shifted her hip to one side, and leaned against the counter. Still in her 'Brainwash The Cook' apron, of course. “Grace, is there something you're not telling me?”

“Okay, Grace. You got me.” Grace the First laughs. “You've been hypnotized this whole time, and I'll do it again because I know you love it.”

“Please.” New Grace rolls her eyes. “You couldn't handle it. I think we both know who wears the pants here.”

“Yeah, it's the one not wearing an apron.”

Well, New Grace didn't like that. She pulled off the apron, neatly folded it, and set it on the counter. “Yeah? We'll see about that. I've been saving something for just such an occasion.” She storms off to the bedroom.

Old Grace follows close behind.

“I've been saving this for just the right moment.” The Grace formerly known as Emily stomped to 'her' dresser and picked up an old favorite- the finely cut and polished opal gemstone at the end of a silver chain.

She reached for the real Grace's chin and swung the pendulum. “I want you to take some nice, deep breaths for me, Grace. Just watch the pretty stone swing back and forth. Let it dance in the light and dazzle your eyes.”

“I agree. It does look pretty. So pretty, I bet you can't take your eyes off it. Completely transfixed by the crystal.” Grace Classic smiled. She watched her good little girlfriend fall under her own spell.

“I love watching the crystal. I love Princess Grace. I love letting her think for me.” She slipped into her old mantra.

“Good girls stay right there. I'll be right back.” A kiss on the cheek left the hypnotized Grace blissfully repeating those three special sentences to herself while the other went back to the closet.

Emily- not that the poor thing could remember either of her names at the moment- watched the crystal. She moaned when (her perfect princess) Grace ran her hands down her girlfriend's limp, eager body. She lifted up one arm and watched it flop back down to Emily's side.

“Good girl.” That got Emily to move- if only to press her thighs together to help stand the wave of pleasure. “You did such a good job at pretending to be a human. You can finally take a load off your mind and go back to being the good pony you always were.”

“Mmm, a good pony?”

“A very good pony. Sometimes you get these wild ideas in your head about being a human. You're pretty good at it. You definitely have the pretty girl you live with fooled. She doesn't notice your big, silly hooves or your horn.”

Grace slides the clothes off Emily's body. Ponies don't wear clothes, after all! Grace guided Emily, still staring at the pendant, into her suit. Her feet stepped into shiny, rubbery hooves. Her skin vanished under a white latex wave.

One hand slipped into a hoof, and, eventually, the pendant hand had to go back to Grace, who dangled it for her pretty pony. A simple white horn poked up through her hair. Her real hair, even. Grace had taken the wig back.

Emily is reminded, with the help of a gentle nudge, that ponies walk on all fours. A Snap! wakes her up.

“Ready for breakfast, Emmy?”

Emily drops to all fours. Her Princess Grace sits on her back and enjoys the ride. She plucks the plates of eggs off the counter and directs her trusty steed to the couch. She let her latex pony climb onto the couch and curl up on her lap while she ate. She loved days like this.

Discuss this post here.

All of my posts have some tags at the end. Click on one to see all the posts with that tag.

Long stories

#HappyCamper – A camping trip, a hypnovirus, and a dream. #StreamersLittleHelper – Fame, fortune, and more from a slutty ghost. #MissModemoiselle – Finally, someone who can fight City Hall. #ConStitution – Cosplayers hypnotized at a convention. #ShowStoppers – Supereroes are out. Pop stars are in.


#Grace – Yours truly. #Modemoiselle – A supervillain Grace, in a supervillain place. #HalfAdder – Brain-hacking electric lamia extraordinaire. #QuarterViper – Reality-bending arcade proprietrix. #Lily – Lily Pinataki, deal-making demoness. At your service. #Cassandra – The seamstress with the hypnotic clothes. #Sally – Sally Silvestra, richer than God. #Gina – Gina Applegate, witch to the stars.

All Tags

#ahegao (1) #attributetheft (1) – A dom stealing a sub's intelligence, free will, etc. #avengersendgame (1) #babaisyou (1) #bondage (1) #bulge (2) #bullying (1) #capekink (1) – Non-erotic, non-pornographic stories about queer heroes and villains. #catgirl (2) #cheerleaders (5) #clothing (3) #clothingtf (1) #corruption (1) #costumes (19) #crime (2) #cult (1) #cum (1) #demons (2) #ditzification (3) – You might call it “bimbo”. #doll (4) – Getting turned into a doll, thinking you're a doll, the works. #dragons (1) #drone (1) #exhibitionism (8) #fire (1) #food (2) #frillyoutfits (3) – Who doesn't love a frilly outfit? #furry (2) #gasmask (1) #genitals (3) #hacking (6) #housewife (2) #humanpet (1) – People thinking they're animals. #humiliation (2) #hypnogas (2) #hypnosis (38) #kigurumi (1) #kissing (1) #latex (2) #lightnoncon (1) – Typically being tricked or gently guided into hypnosis. #lovestruck (1) #magicalgirls (2) #maids (4) #mantra (1) #masks (1) #masshypnosis (1) #masturbation (2) #Murdermaids (2) #music (1) #musk (3) – Mind-fogging genital smell. No other musks. #nothorny (1) – Stories that aren't horny, erotic, or pornographic. #orgasm (1) #ponygirl (1) #ponyplay (1) #possession (9) – Another intelligence, usually Grace, entering a body. #potions (2) #puppy (1) #rave (1) #realityplay (4) – Altering a sub's reality. #shapeshifting (1) #skunkgirl (3) #snake (2) #stagehypnosis (4) #suiting (4) #superheroes (2) #supervillainy (6) – This is the supervillain porn. #syringes (2) #transformation (13) #triggers (2) – The hypnotic kind. #twinning (6) – You get to be me! #videogames (3) #visor (2) – Colorful hypnoscreens, inches from your eyes. #vore (1) #whip (1) #wig (1) #witch (1) #you (7) – Story featuring “you”, the reader, as the sub.