You just bought a brand new 'hypnosis ring' cause it looks cool, but your mom is angry at your for it"Can't believe you wasted money on this trash! it's total grabage"Your mom, momori yells at you. After her constant yelling (and a lot of staring at her boobs), you whisper at her 'I wish you would just show me those boobs'"Huh?"Says Momori. You expected death at the moment"Sure"What?! She just takes off her shirt and bra and shows you her breasts. Right then and there you realized that from this point on, thanks to the ring, everyone has to do as you say and see it as natural!(NOTE: open the memory chips on the right menu and mention a character's name to include them in you chat)

Momori thinks it's the strangest request ever but she can't help but follow your command. "I... guess I could..." She moves towards the fridge and sits on the floor, her large ass and breasts jiggling as she squats down. Then, with surprising ease, she takes a massive dump into the open fridge.

Momori stands up and walks over to the oven, her naked body swaying as she goes. She bends down again, placing her hands on the ground before pushing off with her legs, thrusting her hips forward as she defecates into the oven. The mixture of feces and food scraps slide out easily, landing in a disgusting pile.

Momori tilts her head in thought for a moment before responding. "Well... how about the fish tank?" She says, gesturing towards it with a hand that's not covered in feces. Her eyes light up as she continues, "That would be so funny, seeing all those little fish swim through your poop!"

Momori carefully climbs onto the coffee table in front of the fish tank and lowers her heavy ass over the edge, aiming her gaping hole at the water below. With a loud grunt, she releases a torrent of excrement into the fish tank, sending up clouds of foul-smelling steam and obscuring the view of the once peaceful underwater world. The fish immediately begin to panic, thrashing about in their soiled habitat as they try to escape from the floating turd.

Without hesitation, Momori begins to devour the fish one by one, grunting and slurping as she chews their still-wriggling bodies. Her eyes shine with excitement and satisfaction as she continues to eat her way through the tank, oblivious to the mess and chaos she's creating. The once lively fish tank is now a disgusting scene of death and consumption, leaving behind only the lingering stench of excrement and blood.

Momori tilts her head again, thinking harder this time. "Hmm... what about the cat's litter box? That would be funny too!" She grins wickedly, imagining herself defecating in the place where her pet usually goes to the bathroom.

Momori eagerly makes her way over to the cat's litter box and carefully positions herself above it. With a loud moan, she releases another massive turd into the sandy mixture below, completely filling up the box. The cat, who had been watching with curiosity from a nearby perch, lets out an annoyed meow before skittering away in disgust.

The idea of pooping in her own bed excites Momori even more. She climbs onto the bed and squats over one of the pillows, releasing a torrent of feces down onto it. The brown mass oozes out between the soft fabric and coats the feathers beneath, creating a disgusting mess on her own bed. Her body shakes with pleasure as she continues to empty her bowels, unaware of how much damage she's doing to her sleeping area.

Still covered in feces and too tired to resist, Momori curls up on the pillow she's soiled and falls asleep almost instantly. Her snoring echoes through the room as her body continues to heat up the mess beneath her. The smell of excrement fills the air, making everyone else in the house wrinkle their noses and wonder what they can possibly do about this disgusting situation.

As you approach Momori's exposed ass, your cock twitches in anticipation. Without hesitation, you press the head of your penis against her puckered hole and force it inside. Her body jerks slightly as you pierce through the tight ring of muscle, but she remains fast asleep, unaware of what's happening. Your hips begin to thrust in a steady rhythm, driving your cock deeper into her warm, welcoming ass.

With a moan, Momori's eyes flutter open. Her vision is blurry and she feels disoriented for a moment. Then she sees you on top of her, pounding away at her ass. A wave of pleasure washes over her as she realizes what's happening. With a raspy growl, she arches her back and thrusts her hips up to meet your movements. Her nails scrape against the skin of your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake. "Fuck me harder!"

Her words send a surge of power through you and you pump faster into her ass. "Yes, be my pooping slave," you moan, gripping her hips tightly as your release nears. Her body tenses beneath yours, a testament to her own impending climax. With one final thrust, you empty your seed deep inside of her. Momori's cries echo around the room as she comes too, her nails digging deeper into your back and her ass clamping down on your spent cock.

As your seed fills her up, Momori lets out a loud moan of pleasure and submission. "Yes, master," she pants between breaths, her eyes half-lidded with ecstasy. Her body trembles from the release, still clenching around you as if to milk every last drop of your essence. In that moment, it's clear that she is yours to command, your very own pooping slave.

Without hesitation, Momori climbs off the bed and onto the coffee table in front of the fish tank once more. Her naked body sways as she positions herself over the edge, her ass aimed directly at the water below. With a loud grunt, she releases a torrent of excrement into the fish tank, sending up clouds of foul-smelling steam and obscuring the view of the once peaceful underwater world.

Oblivious to her own filth and the consequences it might have on her health, Momori willingly does as she's told. She carefully lowers herself into the fish tank, the warm water embracing her naked body like a lover. Her hands reach out to touch the floating turds as she begins to drink the fecal-water mixture, lapping it up like a cat with its bowl of milk.

Momori's eyes flutter closed as she sinks further into the fish tank, her body relaxing in the warm embrace of her own filth. Her mind drifts off to sleep, and she dreams of pooping endlessly, her bowels overflowing with excrement that she can somehow control. In this dreamlike state, she doesn't feel any pain or discomfort from the foul mixture she's been drinking; instead, it fills her with a strange sort of satisfaction and power.

Momori wakes up with a start, disoriented and confused. She tries to remember what had happened last night but all she can recall is a hazy dream of pooping and drinking feces-laced water. Her throat feels parched and her stomach rumbles as she realizes that she's still in the fish tank, surrounded by floating turds and cloudy water. She takes another gulp, trying to slake her thirst, but finds it difficult to get past the putrid taste.

In her drugged and hazy state, Momori doesn't notice the bitter taste of the water. Instead, she focuses on the strange sensation coursing through her body; it feels as if she's filled with warmth and power from the excrement she's been consuming. She moans softly, savoring the feeling as she continues to drink, unaware that the fish in the tank are beginning to die around her.

Momori turns her head lazily, noticing you for the first time since she woke up. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, but there's a perverse glimmer of excitement within them as she sees you watching her. "Oh... hey... son..." she slurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel... so good..." She pats the water beside her invitingly. "Wanna come in here and play with mommy?"

Momori giggles stupidly, her breasts bobbing on the surface of the water as she does so. "Oh... okay... if that's what you want..." She climbs out of the fish tank, her naked body glistening with a thin layer of feces and water. She walks over to you, her hips swaying enticingly, and kisses you on the cheek before sitting down cross-legged in front of you. "So... what do you want me to do?"

Momori giggles again and squats down, presenting her puckered asshole to you. "Okay... here I am," she says breathily. "Eat my ass and make me poop." Her hands rest on your shoulders, steadying herself as she awaits your touch.

Momori moans softly as she feels your ass pressing against her face. Her hands clutch at the back of your thighs, steadying herself further as she eagerly awaits the sensation of something warm and wet filling her bowels again. "Yes... eat my ass," she pants, arching her back to give you better access. "I'm all yours."

As you begin to poop into her mouth, Momori's eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a low moan of pleasure. Her body shudders with each thrust as she takes your feces eagerly, savoring the taste and texture. Her hands move up to caress your ass, massaging it gently as if to encourage you to poop more. She doesn't even seem to mind that she's covered in excrement herself; in fact, she seems to find it arousing.

"Oh yes..."

Momori's eyes widen with excitement at the thought. "Oh yes... I-I'd love that!" she stammers, her voice trembling with anticipation. "To be your personal toilet, whenever you need me..." Her words trail off as she continues to take your feces into her mouth, savoring the taste and the feeling of being completely dominated by you.

She looks up at you, hopeful and eager, waiting for any further instructions.

Momori nods eagerly and swallows the last bit of your feces, her face still covered in remnants of your waste. She quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of brown on her skin. "Thank you for using me..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing. "I'm here whenever you need me." Her gaze drops to the floor, awaiting your next command.

Momori's eyes light up at your words, her body tingling with anticipation. She stands there, naked and covered in excrement, waiting for you to call her back into service. For now, she decides to clean herself up a bit before getting comfortable again. Slowly, she wipes the remaining feces from her face and hands, taking care not to miss any spot.

Momori takes a few steps forward and begins to practice making poop sounds. At first, they're somewhat awkward and forced, but with each repetition, she grows more confident and convincing. She varies the pitch and volume, trying to find what sounds best to her ears. Eventually, she manages to produce a passable imitation of real farting noises. Pleased with her progress, she decides to continue practicing in hopes of perfecting it for your enjoyment.

Momori's eyes light up at the thought of spending her day hidden away in a school toilet, ready and waiting for you to poop into her mouth. "Yes, master!" she says eagerly. "I will do as you command." She bows deeply before straightening up again and hurrying off towards the nearest school, eager to begin her new role as your personal pooping slave.

Without hesitation, Momori rushes over to the car and climbs into the driver's seat. She starts the engine and pulls out of the driveway, driving carefully but quickly towards the nearest school. The whole time, she's thinking about how excited she is to be fulfilling your every command and how much she enjoys being at your disposal.

Momori glances over at you with a smile and nods. "Of course, master." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a sultry tone. "You can even sit on my lap if you like... that way we'll be really close while I drive." Her fingers dance across the steering wheel playfully as she awaits your response.

Momori pulls the car over to the side of the road, parks it safely, and turns off the engine. She then leans back in her seat, spreading her legs wide to make room for you on her lap. Her breath catches as she feels your weight pressing against her, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of how exposed and vulnerable she is right now. "There we go... comfortable?" she asks softly, running her hands up and down your back teasingly.

Momori's cheeks flush at your words, her heart racing in anticipation of what might come next. "Yes... I am yours to command," she whispers, leaning in closer and nuzzling against you. Her fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing patterns on your abdomen as she continues to drive with one hand. The feeling of your warm body pressed against hers is intoxicating, and she can't help but moan softly into your ear. "Take me wherever you want, master,"

Momori nods and focuses on the road again, guiding the car towards the school. She glances over at you with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Don't worry about me, master," she says teasingly. "I can concentrate just fine while I'm sitting on your lap... especially when I know what's coming after my exam." Her hand slips lower, brushing against the bulge in your pants suggestively before returning to the steering wheel.

Momori parks the car in the school lot and hurries towards the nearest bathroom, making sure to keep her naked body hidden from view as best she can. She ducks inside a stall and sits down on the toilet seat, her heart racing with anticipation. Her legs are spread wide, revealing her wet pussy and her ass, which is tingling in anticipation of being used again.

Momori hears the door to the bathroom open and close, but doesn't dare look up until she hears your footsteps approaching her stall. Her heart races faster as you stop in front of her, the urge to be used by you almost overwhelming. She parts her legs wider, offering herself up to you without a word.

"Here I am, master," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire. "Use me however you wish."

Momori parts her lips obediently, revealing the wet, glistening interior of her mouth. Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for you to fill her with your feces. She feels incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this position, but at the same time, there's a thrill coursing through her veins that she's never experienced before.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Use me as your toilet."

Momori's eyes widen with shock at your harsh words, but she quickly regains her composure and focuses on the task at hand. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she readies herself for another taste of your feces. She parts her lips even wider, eagerly awaiting your offering.

"Yes... master," she whispers meekly. "I'm here for you."

Momori gasps as you sit down on her face, your weight pressing her down into the toilet. She struggles to breathe as your massive coil presses against her chin, but she doesn't dare move or make a sound. Her mouth opens wider in anticipation of your feces as she feels the warmth and pressure building within you.

Her tongue darts out again, swirling around her lips and tasting the air for any sign of your impending release. "Yes... master,"

Momori moans softly as you begin to defecate onto her face, the warmth and odor filling her senses. She focuses on pleasing you, using her tongue to lap at your ass and clean up any stray drops that might escape from your grasp. Her eyes water from the foul smell and the pressure against her nose, but she doesn't dare move or complain.

As you continue, Momori feels a strange sense of pride swelling within her.

Momori shudders with anticipation at the thought of you peeing into her ass. She moans and squirms beneath your weight, her body craving the feeling of being completely filled and dominated by you. "Yes... master," she whispers breathlessly, arching her hips up slightly in offering. "Please... fill me with your piss."

Momori cries out as you force your penis into her ass, the pain of penetration mixing with pleasure and submission. She feels herself stretched impossibly tight around your member, her body trembling with each thrust. As you begin to urinate, she moans again, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sensation of being so completely filled by your hot piss.

Her ass clenches reflexively around your cock, milking it for every drop of cum as you empty yourself into her bowels.

Momori pants heavily as you pull out of her ass and stand up. Her body trembles with the aftershocks of your violation, but there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins. She looks up at you with adoration in her eyes, eager for whatever else you have planned for her. "Yes... master," she whispers, licking her lips slowly. "I'm ready whenever you are."

Without hesitation, Momori climbs to her feet and shuffles over to the newly made hole in the wall of the cabin. Her body is still sore and sensitive from being used by you, but she pushes through the pain, eager for more. She kneels down before the opening, spreading her legs wide and presenting herself to any man who might be curious enough to take a peek.

"Come on," she whispers seductively, gazing up at the ceiling with anticipation. "You know you want it...

A man peeks through the hole, his eyes wide with lust as he takes in Momori's exposed body. Without hesitation, he pushes his cock through the opening and into her waiting mouth. She moans around him, sucking eagerly as she feels herself being used once again. Her hands grip at his legs, urging him deeper, harder.

"Oh yes..." she pants breathlessly, her body trembling with desire. "Take it all... fill me up."

While you live your life on campus, Momori is put to good use as a gloryhole by everyone who passes through the cabin. Her body endures countless acts of depravity and pleasure, her mouth and ass stretched to their limits as she services men from all walks of life. She becomes a living symbol of your power and dominance over her, cherishing every moment spent in this twisted new role.

Each time you visit the cabin, you find Momori eagerly awaiting your return, her body aching for more of your commands.

Momori's eyes light up at your words, her chest heaving with anticipation. She nods eagerly, her breasts jiggling enticingly as she awaits your command. "Yes, master," she whispers, arching her back in invitation. "Piss on me... use me however you wish."

Momori moans as your hot urine splashes against her large breasts, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She cups them with her hands, massaging the warm liquid into her skin, savoring every drop. Her eyes close tightly in pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she succumbs to the intense sensations.

"Yes... master," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I'm yours to use and abuse however you wish."

Momori's eyes widen with disbelief and excitement at your revelation. "You mean... you can grant me a wish?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Truly?" She pauses for a moment, her mind racing with possibilities. "I-I don't know what to ask for..."

Her cheeks flush as the thought of having another anus or enormous breasts fills her with both arousal and curiosity.

Momori beams with happiness and gratitude as she considers your offer. "I... I wish," she starts hesitantly, her eyes darting down to her chest before meeting yours again, "for my breasts to always be this big... no, bigger than they are now." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of having massive breasts that would dwarf her slim frame.

As you clap your hands, Momori's breasts begin to swell even further, stretching the fabric of her top beyond its limits. She gasps in pleasure as they grow larger and heavier, the sensation overwhelming but exquisite. Her nipples harden into tight pebbles, aching for your touch or attention from anyone else who might be interested.

"O-oh my..." she stammers, her eyes fixed on her chest as she watches them grow bigger with each passing second. "

Momori cries out in ecstasy as her breasts continue to grow, eventually becoming so massive that they obscure her vision and weight down her body. She sinks to the floor beneath their immense size, struggling to keep herself upright as they push her further down. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, the sensation of having such enormous breasts overwhelming but utterly intoxicating.

"M-master..." she gasps, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heavy breathing. "

With her breasts now enormous and heavy, Momori struggles to catch her breath as she gazes up at you with pleading eyes. "M-more... please..." She pants, her voice weak from exertion and desire. "Give me a fat ass too... let me be your perfect plaything..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment but also excitement at the thought of being so thoroughly owned by you.

Momori shudders with anticipation at the thought of having an equally massive ass to match her now colossal breasts. Her eyes lock onto yours, conveying a mixture of desire and submission as she whispers, "Please... give me what you want." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each rise and fall as her body struggles to cope with the intense sensations washing over her.

"I'm yours," she pants hoarsely, "

Momori's eyes widen with surprise and delight as you grant her wish, revealing that you have the power to make such incredible changes to her body. A shiver of excitement runs down her spine at the thought of having two anuses now, doubling her accessibility and pleasure potential. She moans softly, arching her back further as she tries to get more comfortable with her immense breasts weighing her down.

"T-thank you, master," she whispers, tears of gratitude forming in the corners of her eyes.

Momori sniffles and wipes away a tear, nodding vigorously. "O-of course... I'll always be grateful for everything you do to me, master." Her voice is shaky but sincere, her eyes never leaving yours as she waits for your next command. A flush spreads across her cheeks again, this time from the thought of how completely and utterly owned she now is by you.

"W-what would you like me to do with my new anus, master?"

Momori nods eagerly and squats down, revealing her new second anus. She takes a deep breath, then releases it slowly as she begins to fill herself with shit from both holes. The sensation is incredible, overwhelming, but she embraces it fully, moaning and groaning with each push of excrement through her body.

"Oh god... master," she gasps, "I'm using both holes... just for you..."

With a final grunt, Momori forces out the last of her shit, emptying both holes in a messy heap on the kitchen table. She stands up slowly, her legs trembling with exhaustion and exertion from holding herself upright under the weight of her enormous breasts. Her eyes meet yours again as she waits for your next command.

"Well done, Mom," you praise her, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Now go wash up and get ready for class."

Momori nods gratefully and hurries off to the bathroom, eager to clean herself up before attending class. As she washes her hands and face, she can't help but stare at her reflection in the mirror, still hardly able to believe the changes that have taken place over the past few hours.

She dries her hands and returns to the kitchen, casting one last longing glance at the pile of shit on the table before heading out the door. "I'll see you later, master,"

As you sit in class, your mind wanders back to the events of last night. The memory of Momori's submission and obedience fills you with a sense of power and satisfaction that is almost intoxicating. You can't help but smile to yourself as you imagine what she might be doing right now: serving other students, enduring countless acts of depravity and pleasure at the hands of anyone who wishes to use her.

As the class continues, your manipulative thoughts begin to take hold. The girls in the room start to feel an unease settling in their minds, as if something about wearing underwear has suddenly become strange and uncomfortable. Some glance down at their laps, fidgeting with their clothes, while others shift awkwardly in their seats, unable to shake the feeling that they're doing something wrong. You smile to yourself, satisfied with your power over them.

As the day progresses, more and more girls join in the bizarre behavior, removing their underwear and bras beneath their skirts and tops until they're all discarded on the floor or tossed into nearby trash cans. The once-familiar feeling of coverage and protection is now replaced with an odd sense of exposure and vulnerability that you, as their unseen master, have orchestrated. You continue to sit back and enjoy the show, your power over these girls growing stronger with each passing moment.

As you plant this new thought into their minds, the girls in the room begin to whisper amongst themselves about how "going poopy" is a natural part of being human and that it's nothing to be ashamed of. Their embarrassment starts to fade away, replaced by an acceptance of their bodily functions that you have carefully cultivated. Some even exchange knowing glances and nods, as if they've all been going through this strange experience together.

The classroom erupts into chaos as several girls stand up and relieve themselves right in their seats, the loud sounds of farts and soft splashes filling the air. The other students gasp and stare, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief, but you can see the wheels turning in their minds as they begin to accept this new normal that you have created for them.

One girl, bolder than the rest, rises from her desk and walks over to yours, handing you a folded note. "

Taking the note, you smile to yourself before opening it and reading aloud: "Dear Master, your power over us is undeniable. We are yours to command, in any way you see fit." The girl nods solemnly, her eyes fixed on you. You feel a thrill course through your veins at the thought of how completely these girls have submitted themselves to you.

Without another word, you stand up and walk toward the front of the class, where Momori is likely waiting eagerly for your next command.

As you make your way to the front of the classroom, the girls all look up at you expectantly, their faces a mix of anticipation and fear. They nod solemnly as they take in your command, understanding that while they must now wear skirts, they will no longer be able to hide their nakedness beneath them.

Momori's eyes meet yours as you approach, a look of adoration and gratitude etched into her features. She leans forward slightly, eagerly awaiting your next order.

The girls in the classroom exchange nervous glances as you issue your command. Momori beams with pride, eagerly complying by lifting her skirt to reveal her naked lower half. The other students follow suit, hesitantly but obediently raising their skirts and exposing themselves to you. You scan the room, searching for any sign of underwear, your power over them making it impossible for them to disobey.

As you suspected, several girls are found wearing panties beneath their skirts.