All Things Hypno

Well when everyone sees what you've become, you'll never bother anyone with silly thoughts of doing magic ever again.

You'll be My mindless little doll for Me to USE however I wish, and I am so going to enjoy having you.... in Every Way!

Mutatio Pupa !

"Oh! Um, h-hi, ma'am. I mean, um, hello, Mistress." Chantal could feel her cheeks prickling with the heat of her discombobulated blush, even though thankfully her light brown skin hid most of it. She looked over at the tray of fruits and vegetables she'd been cutting, utterly mortified by her lack of progress and the general state of disarray--Mistress Elodie almost never came down to the kitchen, preferring to take her breakfast in bed, and to have her lone visit come when Chantal was only halfway through preparing her meal and everything was still a total mess left the brainwashed submissive feeling totally unprepared and inadequate. She knew Mistress didn't go in for punishments, greatly preferring the superior conditioning power of rewards, but Chantal knew she deserved a good spanking right now.

But Mistress didn't seem remotely bothered by the apple peelings on the cutting board or the half-finished state of her breakfast tray. "I woke up feeling extra horny this morning," she purred, scooting herself up onto the marble counter and spreading her legs to reveal a flushed, slick cunt that instantly made Chantal's mouth water. "Decided it just couldn't wait until breakfast. You don't mind helping me out, do you, pretty girl? Only I'm afraid the other pets are a tiny bit wrung out after last night, and I didn't have the heart to wake them." She might as well have been asking if Chantal minded having a second Christmas this year, and the slender young woman practically stumbled in her haste to dart over and plant her face between those pale pink thighs.

She looked up at Mistress as she began to lick, desperate for approval but intuitively understanding that it would be worse than useless to interrupt her cunnilingus to ask how she was doing, but the soft moan issuing from Elodie's lips instantly answered her wordless plea. "Oh, fuck I needed that," Elodie sighed, hooking one leg over Chantal's shoulder and resting her foot on Chantal's naked ass. "God, you have no idea how fucking turned on it makes you being surrounded by horny brainwashed sluts all the fucking time." Chantal absolutely knew, because she was also surrounded by horny brainwashed sluts and her conditioning prevented her from so much as touching them or herself without permission, but she didn't want to contradict her Mistress so her mind quickly accommodated the implied suggestion. Of course Elodie was right. Elodie was always right.

But even though Chantal was denied any kind of release, there were other pleasures that only months of hypnosis and deep mental reprogramming could unveil, and soon she was floating in a kind of languid, drifting ecstasy at the notion that she was pleasing her Mistress. Every twitch of Elodie's cunt, every clenching spasm of her pussy lips made Chantal feel like she was drifting in a cloud of some euphoric mist, and soon she was getting high on just the concept of making Elodie cum again and again until her musk coated Chantal's whole face. Eating out her Mistress every morning at breakfast always left her desperate for more, and so to get it in this wholly unexpected fashion was a kind of joy she could barely even fit into her head, let alone express, and she was grateful her tongue was so preoccupied because she would probably have tripped over it thanking Elodie if given the chance.

When it finally ended, Chantal had a glassy-eyed smile and her head felt like a balloon floating somewhere near the ceiling, and she barely even heard Elodie saying, "That should tide me over for now. But do hurry up with breakfast, won't you?" Thankfully, though, the wonderful part of being a hypnotized toy was that Chantal didn't need to think in order to obey, and she was soon finishing up her tasks with desperate haste in the hopes of getting to her Mistress's chambers before any of the other pets awoke. Because when it came to pleasing Elodie, Chantal could never be truly sated.

Covered Eyes

Emma's red hair bounced in a ponytail as she knocked on Professor Morgan's office door. At 19, she was struggling with his advanced psychology course and desperately needed help before the final exam. The door creaked open slightly.

"Professor Morgan? Are you there?"

"Just a moment, Emma," his deep voice called from within.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside, immediately noticing something odd. Instead of the usual clutter of books and papers, the room was dimly lit except for a large spiral projected on the far wall, spinning slowly in shades of purple and blue.

"Professor, what's-," Emma started, but her words caught in her throat as she noticed his eyes were fixed on her with an intensity that unnerved her.

"Just focusing your attention, Emma," he said without blinking. "Have a seat."

Something felt wrong. The spiral seemed to pulse, drawing her gaze despite her resistance. Then realization hit her. He was trying to hypnotize her.

Emma's hand flew to her eyes, covering them completely. "I need to leave," she muttered, turning blindly toward where she thought the door was.

"No, Emma," his voice was closer now. "You need to stay."

She stumbled forward, bumping into what felt like a bookshelf. Books tumbled around her feet. Panicked, she kept her eyes covered, shuffling sideways until she hit something else. His desk, judging by the sharp corner that dug into her hip.

"Such a clever girl," Professor Morgan's voice was right beside her ear. "But you can't keep your eyes covered forever."

Emma's heart pounded as she fumbled for the door, still blind. Her fingers brushed against wood, but it wasn't the door handle. She moved along the wall, her other hand still pressed firmly against her eyes. Then her body pressed hard against him and she could feel his hardness pressing into her side.

In her panic, her hand slipped for just a moment. One eye opened, and that was enough.

The spiral immediately captured her gaze. The colors swirled and pulsed, pulling her in despite her mental resistance. It was beautiful, mesmerizing, and impossible to look away from.

"That's it," Professor Morgan's voice seemed to come from far away now, despite the fact that she could still feel him behind her. "Just watch the spiral. Let it pull you in."

Emma tried to close her eye again, but her hand wouldn't obey. It was as if the spiral had physical control over her limbs. She felt herself swaying slightly, matching the rhythm of the spinning pattern.

"Let it pull you deeper now," he murmured. "So deep under my control."

Her mind was foggy, thoughts drifting away like smoke. The spiral filled her vision, her consciousness. She was vaguely aware of her hand falling away from her face, but she couldn't care why. All that mattered was the spiral.

"Good girl," Professor Morgan's voice was closer again. "Now stand still."

Emma's body obeyed without question. She stood motionless, eyes locked on the wall.

His hands moved to the buttons of her blouse. "You won't need these clothes where you're going."

One by one, the buttons came undone. The blouse slid from her shoulders and pooled on the floor. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and it too joined the growing pile of clothing at her feet.

Emma shivered as the cool air hit her skin, but she didn't move. Her small, pert breasts stood exposed, nipples hardening in the office air.

"Beautiful," Professor Morgan breathed, his hands tracing the curve of her waist. "Absolutely perfect."

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, sliding it down her legs. It joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, leaving her in just her panties.

"These too," he murmured, tugging them down.

Emma stood completely naked before him, still staring at the spiral as if her life depended on it. Her body tingled with a strange anticipation she couldn't quite understand.

"Bend over the desk," Professor Morgan commanded.

Emma's body moved automatically, folding forward until her breasts pressed against the polished wood of his desk. The spiral was still visible from this angle, still pulling her deeper under its spell.

His hands roamed across her back, down to her buttocks, squeezing gently. "You belong to me now, don't you?"

"Yes," Emma heard herself say, though she hadn't consciously formed the word.

"You'll do whatever I tell you?"

"Yes."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

His fingers found her folds, already slick with arousal despite her confusion. "So ready for me," he murmured.

Emma felt the pressure of his cock against her entrance, then the slow stretch as he pushed inside. A soft gasp escaped her lips, though she couldn't have said whether it was from pleasure or pain.

"Say it," he commanded as he began to thrust.

"I belong to you," Emma heard herself say, the words feeling both foreign and right.

"Again."

"I belong to you."

His thrusts grew harder, faster. Each movement sent her small breasts sliding against the desk, nipples dragging across the polished wood.

"You're my obedient little student."

"I'm your obedient little student."

"You love when I fuck you."

"I love when you fuck me."

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts. The spiral on the wall seemed to spin faster, pulling her deeper into submission.

"You'll do anything for me."

"Anything."

"Even if it's wrong."

"Even if it's wrong."

Professor Morgan's breathing grew ragged as he drove into her harder. Emma's body responded with an arousal that seemed disconnected from her conscious mind. Her hips began to move of their own accord, meeting his thrusts with an eagerness that surprised her.

"That's it," he grunted. "Take my cock like the good little student you are."

"I'm your good little student," Emma chanted, her voice breathy.

The spiral filled her vision, her thoughts, her entire being. There was only the spiral and Professor Morgan's voice and the overwhelming sensation of him inside her.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Who owns this body?"

"You."

"Who controls your mind?"

"You."

Emma felt a tension building inside her, a pressure that demanded release. Her fingers dug into the desk as she pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more.

"Please," she heard herself beg. "Please don't stop."

Professor Morgan's response was a series of hard, deep thrusts that pushed her closer to the edge. The spiral seemed to pulse in time with his movements, pulling her under completely.

"Come for me," he commanded.

Emma's body obeyed instantly. Waves of pleasure washed over her, so intense they bordered on pain. Her vision blurred, the spiral dissolving into colors as her consciousness fractured into a million pieces of light.

As she floated back down, Professor Morgan was still moving inside her, chasing his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he emptied himself into her with a groan.

For a moment, they stayed connected, Emma still bent over his desk, Professor Morgan leaning against her back. The spiral continued its slow, mesmerizing rotation on the wall.

"Perfect," he whispered, pulling out and patting her buttocks. "Absolutely perfect."

Emma remained motionless, eyes still fixed on the spiral. She belonged to him now: body, mind, and soul. And as the spiral continued to spin, she knew there was no escape from its pull.

The newest chapter of my resort & spa commission is published on Read Only Mind! It's a bit long for tumblr but here's an excerpt:

Room Service

TRUE TIDE SPA: CHAPTER 4

The knock at the door came precisely at nine, rousing Greg from a deep sleep. He stirred beneath the sheets, his body heavy with the kind of relaxation that made every movement feel heavy. Beside him, Dina murmured something unintelligible, her naked body pressed against his side, radiating warmth that seemed to pulse in time with the ambient music drifting through the vents. He glanced back at her as he stood. Were her tits bigger?

Another knock, more insistent this time.

"Coming," he called out, his voice thick with sleep and arousal; a combination that had become his default state since arriving at True Tide. His cock was already half-hard and bobbing as he walked. He pulled on a pair of loose linen pants that did nothing to hide his erection and shuffled toward the door. When he opened it, Emma stood there with a rolling cart laden with covered dishes, her smile bright and knowing, her eyes immediately dropping to the tent in his pants with obvious appreciation.

"Good morning, Greg," she said, her voice carrying that same melodic quality he'd come to associate with the spa's staff; that subtle rhythm that seemed to somehow match the music that played everywhere. "I brought your complimentary breakfast."

Emma was just as stunning as she had been the night before. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that swung with every movement, and a uniform that consisted of a white crop top so thin it was nearly translucent and shorts that rode high on her thighs. But it was her presence that commanded attention, the way she seemed to occupy space with absolute confidence, as if she owned every room she entered.

She wheeled the cart into the room and Greg finally noticed what was on it, tearing his eyes away from her barely-there top. All standard breakfast fare. And what seemed to be... cocktails?

"Emma," Greg managed, stepping aside to let her wheel the cart in. "It's... it's a bit early for drinks, isn't it?"

She laughed, a sound like wind chimes in a breeze. "You're on vacation, Greg. It's never too early to indulge." She lifted a small glass from the cart, filled with a red liquid that seemed to shimmer in the morning light. "You seemed to love the Shark Bite so much last night that I had the bar whip you up one this morning."

Greg shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his mind. "I don't know... I think I need coffee more than alcohol right now."

Emma's smile didn't waver. She stepped closer, invading his personal space with the casual intimacy of someone who knew exactly how much he wanted her. "You're on vacation," she repeated, and this time the words seemed to carry weight, sinking into his mind like stones into water. "You don't need to think about what's appropriate. You don't need to worry about rules or schedules or what's 'too early.' You just need to feel good, Greg. You just need to let go."

She pressed the glass against his lips, and he realized he was opening his mouth for her, accepting the drink because she was telling him to, because his body had learned to obey before his mind could form objections. The liquid was warm and sweet. It didn't have the burn or sting of alcohol, so maybe it wasn't a cocktail after all. There was something else in it though, something that hit his bloodstream instantly and sent a surge of heat racing through his veins.

His cock went from half-hard to rigid in seconds, throbbing against the thin fabric of his pants, straining for release. Greg groaned, his hand instinctively moving to touch himself, but Emma caught his wrist with a gentle but firm grip.

"Not yet," she purred. "Let's wake up Dina first. I want her to see what I've done to you. I want her to see how ready you are."

She moved the cart near the bed where Dina was stretching languidly, the sheet falling away to reveal her naked body. And Greg stared, his mouth going dry despite the drink he'd just consumed, because something he'd been right.

Her breasts were larger. Significantly larger.

Yesterday they'd been full and firm, perhaps a generous C-cup. Now they were heavy, rounded globes that spilled over her ribs, the nipples dark and prominent, already hard in the cool air of the room. They moved differently too. Heavier, more pendulous, with a weight that made his hands ache to touch them, to feel their new heft and texture.

"Good morning, Dina," Emma said brightly. "I see the melon drinks are doing their work. You look absolutely delicious."

Dina sat up, her eyes glazed and dreamy, a soft smile playing at her lips. She didn't seem surprised by her transformation, didn't reach to cover herself or express confusion. Instead, she cupped her new breasts in her hands, lifting them, testing their weight with a small moan of pleasure. "They feel... heavy," she said, her voice distant and breathy. "So sensitive. Every time I move..."

"Perfect," Emma said. She turned back to Greg, her eyes dropping to his straining erection. "And look at your husband. The Shark Bite has him ready for you. But first..." She sank to her knees in front of him, her hands moving to the waistband of his pants. "Let me take the edge off."

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"You came here to tell me something. Didn't you." Amanda's inflection made it clear that it was a command and not a question, whatever the syntax of the words might suggest, and Abby felt a powerful twinge of arousal between her thighs as she slipped off the robe she'd worn for the short walk down the hall to her neighbor's apartment and displayed her body to the older woman. She'd woken up this morning with a newfound sense of clarity and purpose, a sense of helpless desire that told her once and for all that her inner submissive had finally won, and she was excited to tell Amanda exactly what she knew Amanda wanted to hear.

Even so, she felt that weird, top-of-the-rollercoaster exhilaration that bordered on fear as she murmured, "Yes, ma'am, I belong to you, ma'am," and her hands went up to cup her small, pale breasts and stiff pink nipples. There was just something so intense about experiencing this moment in reality instead of only fantasy, of watching as Amanda slid off her chair to sit down at Abby's feet and pull her lacy black panties over to the side to explore Abby's cunt with her fingers. Abby had been dreaming and daydreaming about this, imagining this exact sequence of events every time she masturbated for months now, and she didn't even know anymore where her hypnotic conditioning ended and her lesbian crush began but it didn't matter anymore because after this they would be one and the same.

Amanda dredged her finger through the slick channel between Abby's pussy lips and licked it clean with a triumphant smile on her ever so slightly flushed cheeks. "And why do you belong to me, pretty girl?" she asked, before repeating the gesture with the new gush of arousal that leaked down to replace what she'd wiped away--Abby felt like she'd been almost continuously wet for months now, ever since that first night when Amanda hypnotized away her stress and exhaustion and she'd found herself unaccountably aroused by the notion of putting herself into another woman's power, and it was no surprised to her that her cunt was a soaking mess when Amanda examined it. She was honestly surprised she wasn't dripping onto the floor.

"Because you… you hypnotized me," Abby heard herself say, the response coming easily and effortlessly to her after so many repetitions of the files her neighbor had sent her. They'd danced around this moment for ages, with Amanda's seductive flirting gradually becoming more and more dominant and her hypnosis more and more interwoven into the fabric of Abby's daily existence, and even though she couldn't remember most of her trances anymore Abby was pretty sure the confession of her crush came before the recordings specifically made to reinforce it. Abby knew what was in those files, and she knew she had a choice whether she wanted to listen or not… but the first time she came to the sound of Amanda's voice, she knew that choice was really no choice at all because she wanted to much of what the older woman offered. That was when tonight came into focus for her, even though she held back because she knew--

"Good girl," Amanda purred, sliding three fingers directly into Abby's clenching cunt and breaking her train of thought off mid-sentence. But the knowledge remained, even as Abby shuddered and moaned and squeezed her nipples until it was almost painful for her new owner. This was the point of no return, the last moment where her free will would ever have a chance to assert itself in the face of her own desires and Amanda's hypnotic control, and the most exciting thing about it all was how little Abby even cared. She wanted this, she'd wanted it even before the idea was planted in her head, and now that she was cumming Abby was certain she was going to belong to Amanda forever.

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"I, um… I have kind of a problem," Gilly mumbled, practically swallowing her words in her efforts to keep quiet so no one else in the sorority would hear her. It was late at night, and she was out in the hallway even though the door to Miss Nance's room hung open, and she didn't want to make a big disturbance because the problem she had was personal and intimate and she'd die of embarrassment if anyone other than the… the housing director, she thought, stumbling over the colloquial phrase 'sorority mom' even in the privacy of her own head… ever heard about it.

Miss Nance sat up in her bed, her sheet sliding away to reveal a pair of pendulous breasts that immediately caught and held Gilly's gaze, and favored her with a sympathetic smile. "Well, why don't you come in and tell me all about it," she murmured, her voice as soft and sweet as the nectar of a pitcher plant, and she slid the covers aside completely to expose her nude body and patted a spot on the mattress right between her spread legs. Gilly couldn't help letting out a quiet, chuffing grunt of arousal, and she felt like she was moving underwater when she stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind her before slipping out of her robe to walk naked to another woman's bed.

"It's, um, I'm--I've got these, uh, urges," she muttered, and she felt the oddest sense of familiarity as the words escaped her lips--it was almost like she'd heard them before, like there was a script inside her head that she didn't know about until she spoke the words and discovered she was really only reciting and not thinking for herself. Her legs spread wider and wider the more she tried to think about it, and she was acutely aware of the warmth of Miss Nance's bare breasts against her back, and she struggled to remember exactly why she thought it would be a good idea to come and talk to her sorority m--to her housing director about a bad case of wet pussy but then the other woman hooked her ankles around Gilly's knees and everything inside her head got mushy.

"Well, I think it's a good thing you came to me, dear," Miss Nance purred, putting her left arm around Gilly with her hand resting squarely on Gilly's breasts and reaching down with her right arm to caress Gilly's slick and messy cunt. "I know you girls get that kind of urge sometimes, and it's so nice to know you trust me enough to bring that kind of problem to me so I can make it all better." She pressed hard over Gilly's clit to emphasize certain words, and already Gilly could feel herself dropping into a kind of fugue state as the arousal she'd been fighting all night simply reared its head and swallowed Gilly's mind whole. She couldn't make herself think, only feel, and it felt so good to listen and obey.

But it only fully clicked into place when Miss Nance cooed, "Mommy always makes it better, doesn't she, sweetie?" and Gilly let out a strangled whine of pure ecstasy as she came on the older woman's fingers. She was being trained, she realized, hypnotized and conditioned and programmed to obey, and she knew she wasn't alone in her submission because she'd seen the other women in her sorority walking out of Miss Nance's bedroom with their faces flushed and their eyes glassy. But she always forgot, because her brainwashing made it easy to forget, and she was going to end this night forgetting everything all over again beyond the unswayable conviction that she needed to be a good girl for her sorority mom.

You are saying I could type some lines of code into a computer and completely change my personality. Please tell me more about it.

"You didn't know about your off switch, did you?" Jimmy asked, but by then the words were just pleasant noise in Cara's ears. She had a momentary, lingering impression of shock and surprise--after all, it wasn't every day that a man simply sat down next to her and started to play with her pussy through her slacks, at least not as far as she knew--but soon that faded and all that was left in her head was the warm, mellow pleasure pulsing away in her swollen clit. The muscles in her legs slackened into akimbo lethargy, giving Jimmy wider access to her slickening cunt, and he was quick to take advantage of it.

"I didn't think so," he added conversationally, even though Cara's face was now expressionless and her jaw hung open and her gaze had melted into a sightless stare. "Most of Bobby's girls, he likes to keep 'em in the dark about things like that, and I guess it's easy to do when you've always got an off switch you can use whenever you want to slip something into their heads, am I right?" Cara didn't answer, because in all the ways that mattered Cara wasn't there; she noticed him rubbing in gentle circles directly over her clit, and she had a vague awareness of his free hand undoing her fly to get her pants off, but everything else was running in neutral at the moment. She might as well have been a blow-up doll for all the resistance she offered.

"But I guess it works, whether you know it or not," he went on, shucking Cara's pants and panties and leaving her naked from the waist down. She discovered that she went even blanker and deeper once his thumb slipped inside her pussy to skate directly over her clit, and his callused fingers soon rendered her so utterly insensate that she didn't even notice him undoing the buttons on her blouse with her free hand. "It's that whatchamacallit, your deep self or your hidden observer or whatever. I dunno, that's all Bobby's department. I'm just happy he lets me play with the girls." Cara's bra soon followed the rest of her clothing, and he laid her down on her back. Cara barely even knew Jimmy's name, but she was offering no objections when he fucked her in the ass.

She did let out a little grunt when he first penetrated her, purely as an involuntary reaction, but he kept his thumb on his clit and soon she was staring vacantly up at the ceiling while he plowed her asshole with thrust after eager thrust. "Awww, fuck, yeah, there's a…. there's a good girl," he grunted, but of course Cara wasn't really listening because the only thing in her head was a non-stop climax that rang her brain like a gong. She couldn't stop cumming, and every orgasm stopped her thoughts before they could even start, and months of conditioning had gotten her almost entirely out of the habit of even trying to use her mind in the first place. She was one of Bobby's happy little dolls now, her will switched off and entirely absent, and when Jimmy let go with a torrent of spunk deep inside her ass she only sighed in vacant contentment. And that was truly all he wanted her to do.

CW: Consensual VR headset hypnosis, serial recruitment, AI/technology based brainwashing, chicken and cat transformation, mantras, light public humiliation

Kat sighed as she swiped through her InstaPix timeline. Another stupid Internet trend had hijacked her feed of tech influencers and gaming sites.

It was called The Spiral Challenge, and required the use of an Apex Visor Max headset. Kat happened to own that exact model resting on her desk across the room - it was pricey but she just loved having the latest tech. She loved the pass-through tech to see into the outside world while in the headset, and it was the only one on the market to have a screen displaying the user’s eye movements on the outside of the unit. Super useful for social situations.

Supposedly, it was some sort of 'hypnotic resistance' challenge, whatever that meant. As part of the challenge, you’d have to post a video of yourself to your Story saying your name and why you think you’ll be able to resist The Spiral. Then, a short while later - times varied from 10 minutes to half an hour, a second video would be posted by the challenger, headset on, babbling on about having “looked in the spiral and become deeply hypnotised” or something. Sometimes, the challenger would also act out some sort of stupid “forfeit” - something like taking their shirt off, clucking like a chicken, or revealing some sort of embarrassing secret.

According to The Spiral App Company website, no one has so far been able to successfully resist it. A very bold marketing slogan.

Kat wondered just why so many people were willing to embarrass themselves just to keep up with the social media algorithm.

They must all be faking it, thought Kat, I guess The Spiral App Company must be paying these influencers big bucks to be doing this

Kat continued to swipe through her feed:

“Here’s 5 THINGS you MISSED from the latest Apex conference! -“ Skip

“This is Tech Review David and today I’m going to be attempting The Spiral Cha..” Skip

Some pictures of her ex-boyfriend’s friends dog - SKIP

“Can The Spiral App Company continue to DISRUPT the VR market?” - SKIP

“Hey everyone, I’m Tiffany and today, I’m going to be attempting The Spiral Challenge”

Huh? Kat paused. This was Tiffany, her best friend from college and now studying across the country at uni. She’d recognise that loud and bubbly voice anywhere. Wait - she was doing this stupid challenge?!

…”I think I’ll be able to resist The Spiral. No, in fact I’m sure of it. I’m very intelligent, I’m studying a STEM degree at one of the top universities in the country. I learnt in psychology class that all hypnosis is self hypnosis, there’s no magic here it’s just using basic social expectation and compliance. You won’t be seeing me making that second post! Anyway guys, wish me luck!”

An option popped up to see the next post from Tiffany - Kat advanced to the next video

Her mouth opened in shock. Tiffany had indeed, made that second post, 15 minutes after the first.

The Tiffany on her screen stood in stark contrast to the one in the previous video. Her Apex Visor Max was on and covering her face. The outer screen displayed a sort of foggy haze effect, partially obscuring her avatar’s eyes, which were twitching and rolling and barely staying open. Her neatly pressed hair had become disheveled, frizzy and sticking up all over the place behind the strap of the headset. Her mouth hung slightly open, and - wait, was that saliva at the corner of her mouth? Gross…

After a brief pause breathing slowly and deeply in front of the camera, Tiffany began to speak in a soft, monotone voice the same script Kat had heard many times before-

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And The Spiral looked into me…”

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And I became deeply hypnotised…”

“I was wrong to think I could resist The Spiral…”

“I am easily controlled by The Spiral…”

“I cannot resist The Spiral…”

“My mind is blank and empty…”

“I looked into the Spiral…”

“And saw my true self…”

“I am an airheaded chicken…”

And with that, Tiffany began to make the most indignant CLUCKS and BAWKS like an aggressive hen. There was truly nothing in those digital avatar eyes on the Visor - no shame, no recognition, just clucking. Tiffany was the smartest person Kat knew - she never thought she’d see her looking this dumb and airheaded, embarassing herself in front of the whole world.

Kat continued to watch on with second hand embarrassment -

“B…b….BAWK…”

Tiffany suddenly seemed to snap to attention, no longer a chicken but still far from her usual self. She delivered the standard closing line with monotonous precision

“I thought I could resist the Spiral…”

“My mind lasted 15 minutes…”

“Will your mind last any longer than mine…?”

“Take The Spiral Challenge today for free on the Apex Store…”

Tiffany’s head dropped into sleep and the video was over

Kat sat there in disbelief. Tiffany was no tech influencer - what on Earth would she gain from acting all dumb and brainless

Kat’s phone was ringing. It was Tiffany. Perhaps she’d seen that Kat had viewed her post

“Tiffany…. Are you in desperate need of money or something? What’s up with the spiral business?”

“Kat I… I… I can’t remember a thing! I can’t remember posting that video. But…. I can’t bring myself to delete it”

She sounded more like her old self, with a small hint of airheadedness

“What do you mean, can’t?”

“I just can’t, I can’t bring myself to press the delete button. I lost the challenge after all and I got deeply hypnotised…. So very deeply hypnotised… unable to resist The Spiral… I…”

Tiffany trailed off into a mumble

“Tiffany, stop it! So you actually downloaded the app onto your Visor, can you remember anything after that?”

“I remember the Spiral…”

Kat rolled her eyes

“All I can remember was how pleasurable it was. So sweet and hazy… mind so blank and empty… Kat, you have an Apex Visor Max right? You’ve got to try it!”

“Well, Tiffany, you gave such a good sales pitch in the video” teased Kat

“Well if you are so smart Kat, smarter than me, then let’s see you last more than 15 minutes. Though… I promise you there’s no need to resist. You won’t want to… Oh, and I’ve already sent you the link to the Apex store page. Good luck!”

Kat reluctantly agreed, then ended the call. It sounds like Tiffany may have been a bit spooked. But after all, as Tiffany had said, all hypnosis really is just social conditioning and enforcement. All Kat had to do was to try this app, tell Tiffany there’s nothing magic about it and then she might calm down a bit.

Kat set her laptop to start downloading the app onto her Visor, whilst she quickly charged the battery pack. While she was waiting, she watched Tiffany’s videos back again

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And the Spiral looked into me…”

What did that mean? thought Kat

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The download was quicker than Kat expected, and she quickly slipped on the Visor. It had been a while since she last used it properly, but it was a super comfortable form factor.

CHALLENGE VIDEO UPLOAD REQUIRED. PLEASE REMOVE HEADSET

Kat was very annoyed. She didn’t want anyone to know she was doing this stupid trend. Oh well, maybe she might actually get some street cred out of being the first person to beat the challenge.

She took the headset off and grabbed her phone, recording a rough video straight onto InstaPix

“Hi, my name’s Kat, uhhh I’m not actually doing the challenge I’m just doing it to prove to my friend Tiffany that she hasn’t just become a mindless zombie and she’s just making it up. I obviously don’t believe in hypnosis. It’s not real. uhhh, yeah don’t expect a second video from me”

And… send.

Kat tossed her phone onto her bed on the other side of the room. Won’t be needing that, she thought as she slipped the headset back on along with her favourite pair of cat eared headphones.

PLEASE AGREE TO THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS. KEEP THE HEADSET ON

Kat was fuming. She quickly skimmed through the policy using her Visor’s hand tracking control

The Spiral App uses AI and machine learning to provide a personalised experience to each user. By continuing you agree for us to process your data, including public data from our partners, biometrics and thought data for this purpose

Yep that’s fine, thought Kat, standard Big Tech legal jargon

The Spiral App Company retains the right to use your mind as it sees fit for the duration of your session in the app. It accepts no responsibility for any personal damages, reputational damages, or otherwise that may come as a result of your session…

Also fine, thought Kat.

…You agree that The Spiral App Company may, where it sees fit, use you, your mind and your likeness to promote its apps and services to other users.

Kat ticked that she agreed with the policy

THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMPLIANCE.

Kat scoffed at the word ‘compliance’. She’d be anything but while using this app. If she just closed her eyes, there would be no spiral to look and and therefore hypnosis debunked. She sat there with her eyes closed, arms folded and started to count to 15 minutes in her head…

A sultry voice whispered in her ear PLEASE BLINK TO START

Oh, maybe it was a bit cleverer than I thought, thought Kat.

She opened her eyes briefly to blink and was met with a short flash of light from the centre of her screen, startling her. She blinked rapidly a few times to clear the afterimage.

She thought about closing them again, but the light had started to glow a little bit brighter and a bit warmer. She looked into it a bit longer

“Are you wondering where the Spiral is, Kat?" a voice seemed to whisper in her ear

Actually, come to think of it, she was. Where was this supposed spiral? All there was was this glowing light. Was it broken? Maybe it would be best not to look straight into it.

She reached up to take off the headset

“Don’t"

Her hand paused just on top of the visor, shaking slightly. Her hands dropped into her lap.

“You won’t last as long as your friend”

Wow, they weren’t kidding when they said they’d be using your private data… thought Kat

“Your mind is weak. Even without The Spiral you are complying and compliance leads to hypnosis”

“No, my mind is pretty strong actually” Kat spoke out loud

“Is that so. Try to take your eyes away from the light Kat”

Kat gasped. She hadn’t even realised she’d been staring straight into it, like a deer in headlights. It was so bright now, burning even, searing into her brain

“We see who you are Kat. And you have already fallen deep under hypnosis”

Kat shook her head. No, she felt fine, she moved her body away from the light - ah the benefits of 360 motion tracking! Now she was facing away from the light, she could close her eyes again, block it out and…

She felt needle-like pains in her forehead…

“You need the light”

Kat’s body shot round to face into the light again. That was better, her head felt a lot less painful and more… fuzzy

“I need the light” she murmured, before realising what she was saying and clearing her throat

“You need the light, the longer you stare at the light the longer you can delay watching the Spiral”

The Spiral, yes, that’s what she was here to see. Wait… no… she had to avoid looking at the Spiral, it was going to hypnotise her. And she couldn’t afford to be hypnotised.

“The longer you look at the light the fuzzier your head will become. The less able to think you will become. The less able to beg for the spiral you will become. But you didnt want to see the Spiral, did you?”

Kat blinked. It was like her head was full of tv static.

“You haven’t even seen The Spiral yet, and yet you are already sinking so deep”

“Show me the Spiral then” said Kat, a little quieter than she wanted to. Yes, thats it. She couldn’t resist this burning Light but she could definitely resist a stupid spiral

“You were going to try to avoid looking into the Spiral, so we didn’t show you the Spiral. We showed you the Light. Do you wish to change your mind?”

It was becoming harder for Kat to think over this static in her head.

“Show me the spiral… pp.please”

The Light switched off and Kat was left in the dark, with a small amount of pass-through from her room filtered through the Visor. She realised she was kneeling on the floor. When did that happen?

Then, the spiral came into focus. She looked deeply into it, a swirly twist of pinks and blues. She let herself get lost in it, to become entangled and drawn further and further in with every rotation. The Spiral was much easier - much more pleasurable - to watch than the Light.

“Feel every turn of The Spiral draw your thoughts further and further from you..”

“Feel every turn of The Spiral wash away your remaining resistance to trance…”

“Feel every turn of The Spiral make you more deeply hypnotised and easily controlled…”

Kat’s eyes fluttered under the visor. But.. she had to keep watching the Spiral. She loved the feeling it gave her

“Repeat and believe. I am deep under hypnotic control..”

“I am deep under hypnotic control…” Kat murmured quietly.

“Repeat and believe. I cannot resist the Spiral”

“I cannot resist the Spiral…”

“Can you remember what led you here…?”

Kat tried to think

“….no”

“Do you know how long it took for you to fall…”

How long had she been here? Kat didn’t know

“……no…..”

“Can you remember your own name?”

Blank.

“……”

“For the next 2 hours, your mind belongs to The Spiral App Company. You have lost the challenge and must pay your forfeit”

“…s….pir…al…”

“You will sink down into mindless sleep in

3

2

1

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Kat jolted awake. Her Apex Visor Pro was on her head - out of power. Her neck was stiff from holding it up.

She reached up to her face and slowly removed it. She had been lying down on her bed, underneath her blanket

…how did she get here again?

She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all over the place and there were big patches of sweat underneath her armpits. Her head felt fuzzy.

…what happened this evening?

Her housemate Rebecca burst through the door to her room. Her phone was blaring loudly in her hand

‘Kat… Kat! Are you alright? You’ve been posting some seriously weird stuff online tonight’

Kat heard her own voice coming from Rebecca’s phone.

“…I obviously don’t believe in hypnosis. It’s not real. uhhh, yeah don’t expect a second video from me”

Kat went over to look...

“And then your next post, is this:”

Kat gasped as she saw herself on Rebecca’s phone - visor on, cheeks red, lips wet with saliva, sweat beading down her forehead, visor screen hazy and eyes blank and rapidly twitching

It all came flooding back to her now, as she found herself mouthing the words along with Kat on the video..

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And The Spiral looked into me…”

“I looked into The Spiral…”

“And I became deeply hypnotised…”

“I was wrong to think I could resist The Spiral…”

“I am easily controlled by The Spiral…”

“I cannot resist The Spiral…”

“My mind is blank and empty…”

“I looked into the Spiral…”

“And saw my true self…”

“I am an attention seeking cat…”

Kat and Rebecca watched on as the Kat in the video began to purr, lick and crawl her way around her bed which she was sat on. She looked especially cute with those cat-eared headphones on.

“You do this for a good few minutes…” said Rebecca. She skipped ahead to the end

“I thought I could resist the Spiral…”

“My mind lasted 8 minutes…”

“Will your mind last any longer than mine…?”

“Take The Spiral Challenge today for free on the Apex Store…”

Kat remembered now. She had looked into the Spiral… She had so easily fallen into trance. The Spiral had controlled her mind for a good few hours after that

And she loved it

“I lost the challenge and I got deeply hypnotised…. So very deeply hypnotised… unable to resist The Spiral…so much pleasure… mindless and blank... hey! You should try it too Rebecca”

She grabbed a spare battery pack off the shelf

“Wha... what’s going on Kat?” asked Rebecca

“Shhhh” said Kat. “There’s no need to protest. You’ll love it”

She guided Rebecca onto the bed, before slipping her Visor over Rebecca’s head.

“…good luck!”

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Thank you to those of you who voted in the prompt poll. Vr Headset hypnosis won with 63% of the vote, so here it is!

You guys start watching and everything seems normal, however in slow bursts the screen flashes with a spiral for a 10th of a second, barely enough to be perceived. The language starts getting more suggestive. The frequency of the spiral flashes increases while still being covert. Being so focused on the movie itself she doesn’t realize what’s happening. Whispers start echoing from the surrounding speakers but they also hide themselves from her main awareness.

You begin to test if the hypno file is working:

“Could you bring me a glass of water”

She immediately gets up without a second thought to quench your thirst.

You resume the movie and the hypno file starts to take over. It becomes the reverse, mostly spirals and mantras with a little bit of the movie sprinkled in. Now she’s deeply focused and entranced by the screen. Following all the suggestions to remove her clothes and obey her new master.

“I obey”

Alice would have understood the principle behind the Mandelbrot Spiral better than most others, if she was still capable of thinking once the image burned its way into her retinas and traveled from there down her optic nerve to her brain. She was a professional coder specializing in packaging and delivering crucial software updates, she knew the science of data compression inside and out--the notion of taking a vast amount of information and reducing it in size for easy transmission before it was unpacked in the target computer made perfect sense to her, even if she never thought of her own mind as the operating system of a piece of hardware made out of lipids and water and just as vulnerable to hacking as any other. This was all very much in her wheelhouse.

That didn't stop her from collapsing to the floor like a puppet with cut strings, smacking her cheek painfully hard against the concrete despite Tilda's best efforts to slow her fall. Once Alice actually saw the spiral, and the visual information packed into the fractal details of its swirl beamed their way into her brain as a pattern of precisely encoded light, she was too busy unpacking her new programming to care about anything as distant and irrelevant as her voluntary muscles. She stared sightlessly in gape-mouthed awe, lost in almost religious wonder at the new and unswayable truths unfolding inside her head, and every second brought a hundred new revelations that she could no more dispute than a computer could argue with its malware. Alice was learning first-hand how little information security her mind possessed, not that she could really conceive of the attack on her systems once it began and her critical thinking skills went offline.

She didn't even really notice Tilda undressing her; the sensation of cool floor against her warm body was input, yes, but she was getting so much new information from the memetic virus colonizing her frontal lobe that it was impossible to focus on anything else. When Tilda shoved three fingers into Alice's cunt--not to stimulate her, but simply to check on the stuttering clenches that demonstrated the progress of Alice's pleasure conditioning--it didn't register at all, because her entire limbic system was being rewired to associate obedience with rapt, euphoric ecstasy and the actual signals from even her most sensitive organs didn't matter compared to that. Alice started cumming within seconds, but Tilda had very little to do with it anymore.

Thankfully, Tilda had chosen both her time and her location well. Nobody came into the basement to disturb them during the two or three hours it took for the lifetime's worth of data to unpack itself inside Alice's head, and nobody heard her moans and whimpers of ecstasy as she accepted and absorbed an entire new narrative of her existence focused on serving and servicing her new Mistress. Her cunt was a leaky mess by the time it all finished, leaving a small puddle on the concrete beneath her, but that would be easy to clean up and in fact Tilda knew she would have an enthusiastic volunteer. Alice emerged from her conditioning an irrevocably devoted lesbian slave… and one of the most fractal things about the Mandelbrot Spiral was the way it made Alice want to repeat the process with someone else.