Horny Hypno Toy

Thiss 1 makes mee feel sooooo stoopid and soo goood... it feels sooo good to rubb my pusssyy while I listen over an over 4 hourrsss....

You don’t think too hard about it, gulping down the whippit and letting it rest in your lungs for a moment, before breathing out and letting it go. Your ears start to ring, and your extremities go numb. Without even realizing, you’ve gone cross eyed. You collapse into the mattress and bite down on the bedding, stretching your limbs out to get more of that fuzzy tingly feeling. All you can feel for certain is your central nervous system.

Before it even wears off, you hear the flick of a lighter, and big sis is holding a joint to your lips. “Hit.”

You put your lips to the joint and inhale, washing it down with a breath of clean air afterwards, and finally releasing it. The smoke trawls up your face and assaults your nose, just another layer to the sensory attack you were experiencing. Your thoughts are hazy and your whole skull feels…heavier? Or maybe lighter, you can’t really tell…You’re so caught up in your high, you don’t even notice as big sis slips a pair of floppy brown puppy ears over your head, delicately threading the headband through your hair.

“Wuh…?” You tilt your head up, accidentally giving her just the angle she wanted. Faster than you can react, a leather collar slips around your neck, complete with a tag in the shape of a dog bone with your address and big sis’ phone number on it. It locks behind you with a click, and your tummy starts to turn. She tricked you again, didn’t she?

“Sorry, baby sis.” She quickly fills another balloon with nitrous and holds it to your lips, and you inhale it again, your desire to get high outweighing your desire to avoid what was coming. She clips a leash to your collar and pulls it taut. “You know you never play Puppy with me sober!”

And you’d thought she was just being nice by offering you some of her drugs…Your body goes numb again as she gets up and tugs your leash, forcing you to clumsily crawl off your bed and follow her on all fours, too disoriented from your last whippit to try and stand. She pulls you to her room, taking another hit of her joint and blowing the smoke down into your face, earning a scowl from you. “Awwww, don’t be grumpy, pup! You want another hit?” Your ears perk up, and you nod rapidly. “Yeah? You do? Sit, puppy!”

Without thinking, you kneel with your hands between your legs, flashing her your big wet puppydog eyes. “Good girl!! Oh you’re such a good puppy aren’t you!!” She ruffles your hair, turning your cheeks pink. God, she’s so embarrassing! ”Now roll over!”

This one’s easy! You roll onto your back and pull your shirt up, giving big sis the perfect opportunity to lean down and give you some tummy rubs, and if you had a tail it’d be reluctantly wagging at lightspeed right now. “Good girl! Good doggy!! Sweet sweet puppy oh who’s a good girl…oh yes it’s you…”

Your muscles melt and your higher functions slow to a crawl. The dredges of your proud resistance quiet to a dull murmur in the back of your brain, muffled by THC until it’s completely muted. You are a good dog. You always have been! “Now, speak!!”

“Arf!” You bark for your sister, the noise leaving your lips before you even register the command. You wait so so eagerly for your praise, and like always, she delivers! “Very good !!!! yes good girl good puppy good pet !!! yes you are yes it’s true you’re my good puppy!!!! Time for one last trick pup!!!” You tilt your head, and she walks you to her closet, where a fully furnished kennel is waiting for you, the door already wide open.

You gasp, a bit scared of being locked in such a tight space, but it looks so cozy, dolled up with pink fairy lights and blankets and all your favorite plushies…”Kennel up, pup!” The command finally comes, and with a whine, you shoot your big sis a worried glance. She only smiles, holding the joint between her fingers, waving it over you ever so slightly, reminding you of the treat you’ll get if you obey…

With a sad little puppy whimper, you crawl in, finding one of her old shirts tucked next to your pillow. It smells just like her, and that puts your silly puppy brain at ease. You paw at the bars of your new home for the night, and big sis does as she promised, holding her joint between the bars and letting you snag a good, long hit. You hold it in, roll it over your tongue, and exhale.

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