#consensualhypnofics

If you haven’t read my tumblr before you may not be aware that I have a thing for cute, shy, subby, geeky boys. 

Smart subby boys are definitely my cup of tea, especially if they are cute and this boy is cute. 

We met Thursday evening at NEEHU 2022, in the coloring room, and I spent the next few days doing a less than subtle chase of him. 

We board gamed Friday and Saturday nights until 3am, since we both quite enjoyed each other’s company.

I hypnotized him briefly after Friday’s Speed Trance.

Finally, Saturday, around 3am, as we were about to head to bed, I asked him if he wanted to have a session. To my absolute pleasure, he said Yes! We scheduled for Sunday and both headed to sleep. 

When I got to his room Sunday, we negotiated for 45 minutes. He’s new to the hypnosis community and I wanted to make sure everything was 100% informed consent. 

After our negotiation was finished, we only had 25 minutes for an actual session but I was quite okay with this. I enjoy negotiating, and teaching. 

I began with a “Yes Set Induction”, which is my favorite and enjoyed watching him go under.

Once he was in trance, I walked behind him in his chair and began to pet and stroke his hair. He seemed to enjoy that and I petted him a bit more before I began on that submission. 

“You know there’s a spot in your mind where submission is located, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I admit, he has a delightful trancy voice. 

“Please locate that place in your mind where submission is located and let me know when you’ve found it with a ‘yes’.”

Barely a pause before “yes”.

I moved my hands slowly through his hair. “I’d like you to allow that submission to spread through your mind. Spreading that submission more and more through your mind.”

I continued to pet his head until he made a sound that might have been a moan.

“Nice and submissive for me.” I stopped petting his head and leaned down next to his ear. “Good boy.”

He made a brief “mmm” at that before I stood up, continuing our plans.

“I wonder if you like… pleasure. I bet you do. You like… pleasure, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

More Hypnosis Fantasies by SweetTist

Zoe balanced the small glass bowl on her thigh with one hand as she stroked Tucker’s arm. 

Eyes bright, if a bit hazy, he whimpered “please?”

“‘Please’ what, pet?” Zoe spoke softly as she shifted the bowl, causing the tiny candies to clink softly against the glass.

He gasped, as she knew he would, at the sound. 

“Please. May I have. Another. One?” he gestured at the bowl in her lap with a shaking hand. 

Zoe took her hand from his arm and pulled out a blue M&M. “You’ve already had eight. Do you think you can handle this ninth one?” She rolled it back and forth between her fingers. 

She watched Tucker restrain himself, keeping himself from lunging at it. He lowered his shaking hand and nodded. “Yes. Yes. I can handle it.”

“You are already quite far gone.” She noted, the blue candy still rolling back and forth in her fingers. 

“No. No, I’m not. Honest. I can handle-” He paused, his eyes focused on the blue M&M, and he inhaled and exhaled slowly, composing himself. “I can handle it. Please.” “Let’s make a deal, shall we?” She didn’t wait for a response, simply lowered the blue M&M onto the bedspread between them. She then reached back into the bowl and pulled out a green one. And then a yellow one. She placed the second two a bit away from the first.

“If you can refrain, resist, from eating the blue one for a full minute. I’ll allow you to have all three of them. Three. If you can resist the blue one for just one minute. Understand?”

“Yes. Yes. I can resist. Thank you, Zoe.” His entire body shook, as if she was offering an addict a hit. Which just happened to be what she was doing. 

“Good.” She lifted her free hand and stared at her watch, waiting a few seconds before saying. “Time starts now. You may eat the blue M&M.”

His body lunged for the blue M&M on the bedspread, pulling back just before he touched it. “Not yet. Not yet. Only a minute.” He whispered to himself. “Then three. One minute. Then three. Not one. Three.”

His body shook as he restrained himself, his arms wrapping around his body. 

Slightly past 30 seconds, his resistance broke. He lunged for the blue M&M again, this time grabbing it and shoving it into his mouth. 

Immediately his entire body relaxed, easing into relief and pleasure. His mouth worked the small blue morsel, as his eyes closed to focus on the taste. 

All too soon the blue M&M was gone and his eyes snapped open, his hands already moving to where the green and yellow M&Ms had been waiting for him. They were gone, Zoe having scooped them up while his eyes were closed. 

“No. No. Zoe. I need them. Please.” His hands shook worse than before as he reached out to grasp her arm. “Please, Zoe.”

His tongue darted out, hoping, searching for something that wasn’t there. “Zoe. Please? The green one? The yellow one? We made a deal.” He squeezed her arm imploring. “You promised.” “We did make a deal.” Zoe opened her hand to show the green M&M sitting there, unblemished. “The deal was you resist for one minute. You only lasted 31 seconds.” At that she dropped the green, and then the yellow, M&Ms back into the bowl.

“No. Zoe. Zoe. Please. I’ll do anything. Please?” He moved from his cross legged position on the bed to a kneeling one. “Anything. You name it. I’ll do it. Please?” He was begging her and she gave him a beatific smile. “We’ve reached the “anything” stage already, pet? After only nine? You said you wouldn’t reach this stage until fifteen at the minimum.” “Only nine? Yes. It was nine. I could handle it. I told you I could handle it. Please? The green one?” His hands were unable to approach the bowl any closer but his hands started to shake around her arm.

“Zoe. I need it. I need it.” He buried his face in the back of his hands which were still grasping her arm.

She steadied the bowl of M&Ms and made a small Mmmm of thinking. “How about another deal, pet?” She offered, causing his head to lift from his hands. 

“Yes. I can make another deal. Yes, please. Anything.”

“Good. Let go of my arm, pet.” With reluctance he did and she reached into her pocket and pulled out a soft, emerald blindfold. 

“Place this over your eyes. And then place your hands over the blindfold.” She handed him the blindfold. 

There wasn’t a moment of hesitation as he slipped the blindfold over his eyes with severely shaking hands.

“Now place your hands over your eyes.” He obeyed and she began to lay out M&Ms in two neat rows onto the bedspread, talking all the while.

“I am laying out two rows of M&Ms. Starting with the bottom left, I want you to count each M&M with a slow ‘Number Mississippi.’ There will be a few green ones. After you count a green one, you may eat it. If you miscout or eat any other M&Ms, you will be caged for the rest of November. Do you understand?” “Yes. Yes. Zoe. I understand. I do. I understand.” He knelt hunched over, his hands still covering his eyes.. 

“But. What would a deal be without a reward?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “If you get both the correct number as well as only eat the green ones. You also get to eat all of the yellow M&Ms in those two rows, without restriction. Do you understand?”

He shook his head and moaned in desperation. She explained the rules twice more before he understood them. “Yes, Zoe. Thank you, Zoe.” By now, the bed they both were on practically vibrated beneath them with his shaking. 

“Blindfold off now and count, pet.”

His hands haltingly lifted the blindfold and he stared down at the two rows. They were no longer perfect rows, due to his shaking, but were still quite distinct.

He lifted one hand and shakily pointed to the first one, a green one. “One. Mississippi.” His pointing hand snatched it up and shoved it unceremoniously into his mouth. 

Again, all his shaking, all his needing, faded away. Peace and pleasure filling his mouth, relaxing his body and mind, as the green M&M slowly dissolved in his mouth. 

The moment it was gone his eyes snapped back open, the shaking beginning, stronger than before. He lifted his hand and barely got out “Two, Mississippi,” before grabbing the green M&M and making it disappear just as fast as the first. 

The second M&M in his mouth, his feature calmed significantly. His face, his body, exuded peace and relaxation. 

As she watched, he almost seemed to melt onto the bed, becoming languid, liquid. 

All too soon the last of the M&M melted and was gone.

Mouth now empty, Tucker sat upright on the bed and grabbed for the two rows of M&Ms with both hands, getting at least three in each hand.

Before she could react, he’d dropped all four M&Ms in his left hand into his mouth.

The moans of pleasure rose up from him as he fell back into the bed, his legs unfolding and splaying carelessly.

He didn’t seem to pay any mind as she stood, placed the bowl of M&Ms down on the table and replaced it with the mostly full ice bucket.

His entire body went limp as he focused on the taste.

He even failed to, or chose not to, notice the ice she was applying to his penis, causing it to go as limp as the rest of his body. 

His right hand slowly raised up and dropped the three M&Ms one by one into his mouth, showing no other reaction as she dried his limp penis off, lubed it up and securely caged it.

She slid the key to the cage onto a small chain and clasped it around her neck. 

She then sat next to him and waited.

Soon enough the last of the pilfered M&Ms dissolved and, now, after eighteen M&Ms, he was beyond desperate.

His voice could barely speak as he crawled over to her on his hands and knees, desperately searching for M&Ms she no longer had.

She let him mewl at her incoherently for a few minutes before bringing her hand up.

With a crisp snap she said “Cancel. Cancel that addiction. Letting that addiction lessen and lighten. Letting that addiction fade. Canceling that addiction from your mind.”

She continued this vein for another minute before, still laying in her lap, Tucker took a deep breath in, a sign she recognized.

She let her words fall away as he released his breath. “Canceled.”

He buried his head in her lap and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“It’s okay, pet. Take your time.” Zoe placed her hand on his head and pet him until, eventually, he let go and slowly moved to sit up.

He glanced at her and then looked down, blushing.

She remained quiet but lifted one of his hands and began to idly stroke the back of it with her fingertips.

“I want to… to… find better words than ‘that was hot’.” He finally said, watching her pet his hand in random patterns.

“It was just M&Ms. But you made them… you made me need them more than I need water. Oh. Water. I need-“

Before he could say more, his water bottle was offered and he took it with his free hand, downing several mouthfuls before handing it back.

“With the first one. Yeah. Sure. I wanted another M&M. But then I got it. And that want doubled. And then that doubled. And then that doubled. Until the only thing I knew was that to live, I needed another M&M.”

He gave himself a deliberate, all-over shake, almost pulling his hand from her grasp.

 “By the end of it, I don’t even think I could speak. That was one of the most intense things I’ve ever experienced.”

He glanced back up at her and blushed again. “I hope you enjoyed it, too.” 

“Oh, I did, pet! Especially,” she released his hand, reached forward, and tapped the cage. “Best part.”

Tucker looked down and his eyes went wide at the sight of his new cage. “When? How? I don’t even remember.”

He blushed again. “I don’t even remember you caging me. Oh, oh. That’s incredibly hot.”

“Do you at least remember our deal? The second one?” She reached forward to tap on his cage again.

He slowly nodded. “If I ate any M&Ms but the green ones... Wait. Until the end of the month? It’s only the third.” 

His voice took on a tone of complaint, which Zoe knew to be pure affectation. 

“Yes. A deal is a deal. And you love it. Come here.” She tugged on his shoulder until he scooted into her lap more.

“There. Now, want an M&M?” She asked, lifting up and offering the entire glass bowl to him. “I hear you can’t have just one.”

Aiden sunk his hands in the hot soapy water and let out a small moan.

“Very good, Aiden. Wash your first dish. See how much more pleasure it’ll give you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The brunet nodded, his short curls bouncing slightly.

He lifted a plate, took the sponge, and washed it throughly, small short moans dripping from his lips.

A quick rinse, and he put the plate on the drying towel next to the sink.

“Done, Mistress.”

The moment the words passed his lips his free hand gripped the edge of the counter as his moans intensified.

About 10 seconds later his moans died down and he sunk his hands back in the hot soapy water.

Mistress Nicole could see his hard cock lifting the fabric of his lavender apron, the only item of clothing he wore.

As he washed the next plate, she imagined she could see it swell with pleasure.

Plate clean there was another quick rinse, then onto the drying towel, leaning against the first.

“Done, Mistress.”

Again, at his words, another 10 seconds of intensified moaning before he calmed and reached for another plate.

Each plate, each cup, each knife, fork, spoon cleaned, rinsed, placed on the towel with a “Done, Mistress” resulted in same 10 seconds of increased pleasure.

About half way done, he attempted to set down a mug and found there was no room left on the towel.

“There’s no room on the towel, Mistress.” He held the mug uncertainly.

“Use the clean towel hanging near the sink to dry and put the ones you’ve finished away.”

“But, the water, the pleasure.” The protest wasn’t strong.

“It’ll still be there. But in order to wash more dishes, you need space to put them. The faster you dry and put away the ones you’ve finished, the faster you can sink your hands back into that pleasure.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Aiden placed the sponge down on the edge of the sink, rinsed the hand that had held it, snagged the clean towel and, one by one, dried all the dishes he’d already cleaned.

Mistress Nicole could see his cock deflating beneath his apron as the lack of pleasure drew out longer and longer.

She smiled to herself, knowing it wouldn’t take much to return to its full glory.

The last dish put away, towel back on its hook, Aiden said “Done, Mistress.” but received no pleasure.

He whined softly. “Mistress? May I?” He gestured to the soapy water.

“Very good for asking, Aiden. Yes, you may.”

Immediately Aiden plunged both hands back into the water and his low moans quickly returned, as did his erection.

A minute later, “Done, Mistress.” And the intensive moans began.

Another 30 minutes of that and the last dish was placed on the towel and he received his reward of 10 seconds of intensive pleasure.

Aiden dipped his hand back in the now warm, soapy water and searched but came up with nothing.

“That’s the last of them, Mistress.”

“Very good, Aiden. Dry them and put them away.”

It took a good 5 minutes before the very last dish was dried and in its place.

“Done, Mistress.”

Just like before, no pleasure.

“You’re doing so well. You have one more thing to wash. Drain the sink and wash it.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The sink drained and washed, Aiden gave a final “Done, Mistress” and received his final reward.

“Very good. Aiden. Cancel soapy water. Drew, cancel Reward Mode.”

As Aiden’s eyes, blinked and he shook his head free of the suggestion, another brunet man, one with much longer hair, crawled out from between Aiden’s legs and stood.

His lips looked swollen and well used, and he had a cock drunk smile on his face.

“Canceled Mistress. That was certainly one way to get the dishes done.”

Under Aiden’s comment, Mistress Nicole could see Drew’s lips move and hear a low, “Canceled Mistress.”

“It seemed to have been effective. My good boys, come here.” She held out both hands from where she sat and both boys eagerly made their way to her, Drew slightly unsteady on his feet.

“Drink.” She handed them both glasses of water which the both downed quickly.

When they handed her their empty glasses, she set them down on the table then ordered them both to sit at her feet, which they obediently did.

She pet their hair, praised them, and Aiden ate it up while Drew slowly lost his cock drunk expression.

About 10 minutes later, both were completely back to normal.

“Do either of you need more water?”

They both shook their heads. “No, Mistress.”

“Good. Because now it’s time to do laundry. And this time, Aiden will be in Reward Mode. Drop. Down. Deep.”

And they both dropped, sitting at their Mistress’ feet, ready for the next hypnotically rewarding chore.

The End

Hi there! I’m Sweet! waves excitedly And welcome to my Tumblr This is my Tenth Text Trance post! This is a session log of a hypnosis session I had, in the format of a text trance post. If you don’t want to go under, please skip the induction. I hope you enjoy! I’m a large, loud and loquacious librarian who loves to help people. And sometimes the only way to help my subby boys is to take their mind, and slowly melt, mix, and meld it until he is thoroughly fucked up. NOTE: In this blog, I refer to all the subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one post may not be the Caleb in the previous post, or the next post either, but I will consistently be using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while being thoroughly mind melted.

Start of session: Hypnotic Language

I’ve worked with this Caleb quite a bit over the past several months, so when I asked what he wanted to do next, and he said “Mind Melting”, I was more than happy to agree.

“So, what do you know of Mind Melting?” I asked.

“Not much.” He was on camera and it's always fun watching him think. “I know you’ve mentioned it in the past, but I don’t really remember.”

“Its fucking someone up so thoroughly they are barely able to be coherent.” “Yeah. That sounds fun. Let’s do that.”

“May I use that blue orb of yours?” I asked, referencing a contact juggling orb we’d used in a previous session.

He agreed, stacked some books up and set a glove on top of the stack to use as a stand to place the orb on so he could stare at it without straining his neck.

After a few more negotiations, then taking a moment to refill our respective waters, we began.

I slipped into my hypnotic voice. “Please close your eyes, and take three, slow, deep breaths in.” I watched his chest rise and fall three times.

“I’d like your mind to imagine that blue orb. Your mind has been in that blue orb before. Your mind knows how easy it is to sink into that blue, blue, blue, orb. In a moment, not yet, I’m going to ask you to open your eyes and stare into that blue orb.”

“When you open your eyes, and your eyes stare deep into that blue orb, your mind will once again, so easily be pulled, pulled, pulled deep into that blue orb. Please open your eyes, now.” His eyes blinked open and found the orb on it’s stand, and stared into it.

“The more you stare into that orb, the more of your mind will slip into that orb. Slipping so easily into that orb.”

As I watched, his blue eyes started blinking more and more and I bit my lip for a moment, caught up in watching him, before mentally shaking myself and continuing.

“Maybe your mind hasn’t fully, entirely, completely slipped into that orb quite yet… That’s okay. Eventually your mind will be fully, entirely, completely slipped into that orb and when it is, those eyes of yours will be able to close.”

He continued to blink, slower now. “I see those eyes of yours blinking, and barely open. I can see those eyes of yours slowly closing as more and more and more as that mind of yours falls, slips, is absorbed, into that blue, blue, blue orb.” His eyes barely blinked before closing entirely, his head lolling slightly to the side.

“Placing my hand gently on your forehead and gently pushing your head against the back of your chair.” His head bobbed for a moment then fell back on the headrest, letting me take a moment to admire the strong line of his jaw and throat, a sight I thoroughly enjoy.

“That mind now filling that orb entirely. Yes. You are so good, and because you are so good, I’m going to say GB in a moment. When I do, I’d like you to focus on all the feelings and sensations those two words give you.” Pause. “Good Boy.”

His expression changed to the small, close lipped smile he normally gives me when I say “Good Boy.”

“Mmmmm. Focusing on all those feelings and sensations GB gives you because you know I’m able to connect all those feelings, all those sensations... to my snaps.” I gave a single snap. “Those GB feelings, and sensations attaching to my snaps, connecting to my snaps. My snaps giving you all those GB feelings, all those GB sensations.” I paused to let my words sink into his mind. “In a moment, I’m going to snap, and you’ll be able to experience all those wonderful GB feelings.” I paused for a moment, watching him, enjoying the moment, before snapping.

Sure enough, that same small smile came to his lips, telling me the connection was a success.

“Very good! I wonder when that mind, lost deep in that orb, will realize that that blue orb has been slowly dividing into sections. First it was two sections. Then four sections. Then sixteen. Thirty-two. Sixty-four. And continuing on and on and on, dividing again and again. Over and over.”

His eyes shifted beneath his eyelids as he processed this and I waited, taking the moment to take a sip of my water. When his eyes calmed, I continued.

“I bet your mind realized right then that it’s been divided, too. Divided into all these sections. I won’t tell you what is in which sections, because I don’t know. And that’s okay because we are going to discover what is in each section, together.”

“I’m going to give you back a few sections for a few moments, then let them flow back into the orb when I snap. When I snap, those sections flowing immediately out of your head and back into the orb, while your mind receives those lovely feelings, sensations of GB.”

Again his eyes moved behind his eyelids, and again I waited until they calmed.

“I’m going to bring you up, wide awake, and your mind will still be divided, deep in that orb. You will be able to sit up, and open your eyes. Everything else deep in that blue, blue, blue orb until I return sections of your mind back into your head.”

“Counting you back up, now. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”

He slowly shifted, and his eyes slowly blinked open. He sat up, and… didn’t do anything else, just sat there.

Usually after he comes up, he gives me a big smile and a laugh, and possibly a comment, but this time he simply sat there, slowly blinking. I doubt he was seeing much of anything other than the blue orb.

Normally my first sentence would have been “how are you feeling?” followed by “please drink some water for me” but I couldn’t ask either of those right now.

I was excited to see what would happen when I gave him back a few sections.

“Very good! Giving you back sections 38 through 41.” I picked two random numbers.

His eyes blinked, then his expression changed and he stood slightly to reposition himself back in his chair. He looked at the camera but stayed silent.

Now that he had sections back in his head, what would happen when I snapped? I wiggled eagerly in my seat before snapping. “And back into the orb.”

Watching his expression, except the small smile from my snap, fade away, as his eyes once again unfocused on the blue orb was exceedingly hot. I did my best to keep my own focus. That expression was quite distracting.

“Giving you back sections 89 through 95.” Another random set of numbers.

He shifted, tugged his shirt down, and glanced at the camera again. But not much else.

snap “And back into the orb.”

I gave him back, and snapped away several more sections, before I gave him back sections 1 through 6.

His face animated and he gave me his first non-GB smile since being awake. “Oh. That’s where talking is.”

“Oh! Hi! How are you feeling?” I could finally ask.

“Good! A bit weird but good.” He stretched his neck side to side. “Good. Keep talking while I make a note that 1 through 6 is where talking is.”

“The rest of my mind is in there.” He pointed at the orb, sitting innocently on its stacked books and glove pedestal.

“It is. And now that I’ve written that down.” snap “Back into the orb.”

20 through 30 turned out to be the section that had his ability to drink water, his hand immediately moving to his glass and taking a long drink.

“Oh good. I was wondering if I’d have to specifically give you back the section with drinking water. I’m glad we found it.” I said this as I made a note under the first, this being another important group of sections.

Once he put the water back down I snapped again. “Back into the orb.”

I could not get enough of his expression as it went from animated to blank, except for that small GB induced smile.

With both talking and drinking water discovered, I started going a bit faster, pulling sections into his head and then almost immediately back out. He reported later that he found it fun going ‘oh, this is in this section’ before I’d pull it out again.

“Giving you back sections 56 through 81.” snap “Back into the orb. Giving you back sections 193 through 212.” snap “Back into the orb. Giving you back sections 133 through 166.” snap “Back into the orb.”

Now that his mind was used to going in and out of the orb, it was time to start the melting!

“Sooner or later as I give you sections back and then remove them again, over and over, eventually they will begin to mix, mingle, and melt together. The more that goes back and forth between the orb and your head, your head and the orb, the more will melt and melt and melt together.”

“Giving you back sections 270 through 298.” snap “Back into the orb.”

There were a few more give and take of sections, randomly choosing numbers, enjoying the transitions of his face as it went between slack to animated back to slack.

I paused in my fucking him up to give him back 1 through 6, curious how he was coming along so far.

“Oh. Hello.” He waved at the camera.

“Hello! How are you feeling?”

“A bit melted? Things are… my head is a bit floaty.” “Good! Glad to hear it. Giving you back sections 20 through 30, as well.”

His eyes blinked, as the new sections flowed into his head, then his hand immediately reached out for his water and he drank, then put the glass back down.

“Are you enjoying all the snaps?”

“Yes, they are distracting my head as the sections are pulled out.”

“Wonderful to hear!” snap “Back into the orb.”

And that small smile forming as the rest of his face once again lost all animation.

“Giving you back only section 44.”

His face animated, but nothing else happened.

snap “And back into that orb.”

After a few more sections in and out I got an idea and I grinned to myself. Experiments are hot, and I know he likes them, too.

“I wonder what will happen if I only give you back the section, whichever section that may be, that finds hypnosis fun, exciting, etc.. Giving you back that section, the section that enjoys hypnosis… now.”

His face not only animated, it lit up in one of his brief but face altering smiles. His smile changes his entire face, which normally comes across as handsomely serious. Or is that seriously handsome? Ahem. Anyways. Onward.

I realized he couldn’t communicate with me and quickly amended that by giving him back sections 1 through 6.

“Oh. This is fun. I really like this. Hypnosis is cool.” He raised a hand and pressed it lightly to his forehead for a moment.

“Hypnosis is cool!” I agreed with him, pleased my experiment had been successful. “How do you feel?” “Everything’s mostly a jumble.” “But you can still speak coherently. Which means I’m not done yet. But first… giving you back the section that includes your silliness.”

He blinked as that section flowed into his head and then grinned, and laughed. “Everything is silly now.” He said, as he looked around his room. “Everything? My voice? Melting? Hm. I bet even your hands are silly.” He pulled his hands up to his face. “They are! There’s too many fingers. There’s ten of them!” He almost shouted the last sentence, as he wiggled his fingers.

I had to take a moment to laugh. “Are you sure there’s ten? Have you counted them?” “Don’t ask me to do that! I don’t want to get to ten.” He shook his head emphatically.

“Okay, I won’t.” snap “Back into the orb.” And his hands dropped into his lap as his face took on that expression I was starting to get semi-hooked on.

A few more sections were given and then taken away.

“Blending and blurring together. The more these sections go into and out of your head. Blending, blurring, blurring, blending together.”

I got another experimental idea, curious what would happen. “Giving you back only the section that includes serious.”

His face animated, then looked... confused. As I watched, his head turned to the side and his body stiffened, which I took as a warning sign and immediately snapped “Back into the orb”.

His entire body this time, not just his face, relaxed, and that smile appeared, which let me know he was still doing good.

Another few sections in and out.

“All those sections melting. Mixing. Melding. Together. And giving you back sections 20 through 30.”

“Serious didn’t like that.” He reached for his water and took a sip. “Oh. I guess this section has talking now.”

“I see that. I’m sorry about Serious.”

“It's okay. Oh, my head is really jumbled. I’d even say melted.”

“Good.” snap “Back into the orb.”

A few more sections, a bit more blurring and mixing. Then another, hopefully more successful experiment popped into my head.

“I don’t know if this actually exists in a section. I will confess I hope it does, but I don’t actually know. But I do know you like experiments. I’m hoping there’s part of you that enjoys showing off for me, and if so, giving you that section back... now.”

He blinked, gave the camera a smile, then immediately raised both arms up, bending them back until his hands were grasping the top of his chair, showing off his muscled biceps, a position he knows I quite enjoy, and have frozen him into in the past.

“Oh, that’s good.” I tried to keep my voice calm, and mostly succeeded.

He then took his arms down and placed his left arm over his chest, hand on his right shoulder, giving me a closer view of his bicep for a moment. Then switched arms, right hand on left shoulder.

I’m fairly certain I gave a happy sigh at this point and mostly stared silently, completely distracted as he showed off his arms for me.

A few more arm stretches, all of which I highly enjoyed, then he moved to fiddling and playing with his semi-long hair, under and over his headphones, another thing he knows I enjoy.

I managed to find my senses at this point and give him back 1 through 6, so we could talk.

“How are you feeling?” I kept my eyes on his hair as his hand stroked through it. “Melted. Yes. Words. I’m feeling melted. Good. Fun.” His hands continued playing with his hair, never pausing for longer than it took to switch hands.

“Words, yes.” I knew I had given him the “show off” section but I was absolutely astounded that he kept going, kept sweeping his hair back and giving me another of those brief, face brightening smiles as we talked.

Well, as I talked and he attempted to talk, his hands and arms never stopped showing off for me.

Eventually, reluctantly, I snapped and sent everything back into the orb.

The meltiness was coming along nicely but I was sure he could be more melty.

“Giving you back the part of you that is so good at following directions.”

His face animated and he sat up straight, looked into the camera, obviously waiting for some directions.

“You know the rest of your mind is in that orb. Pick up the orb, please.”

He reached over and picked up the orb, and paused, waiting for more directions.

“Now, again, your entire mind except the section that is in your head right now is inside that orb. I wonder what will happen if you roll that orb between your hands. Let’s find out. Please roll that orb around your palms.

He glanced down at his hands, and rolled the orb back and forth. His face got an expression on it I couldn’t name and, curious, I gave him back 1 through 6.

“Wow.” Was the first word out of his mouth. “That’s.” He shook his head slightly in an ‘attempting to clear cobways’ way, rather than giving me no.

“Your entire mind is in that orb, and now you’re rolling it around, and around and around. If your mind was melting, mixing, and melding before, what must it be doing now.”

His words started getting less and less coherent as he rolled his mind around in his palms.

“So melted, mixed, melded.”

He nodded, “Melted.”

“Melted.”

“Melted.” His mouth opened to say something else but nothing came out.

“Very good. Placing that nicely melted mind of yours back down, carefully.”

He did so.

“Please place a single finger on that orb.”

He did so, pressing his forefinger against the blue orb.

“And letting everything flow back into your head, all melted, mixed, melded together, everything flowing back into your head. Flowing back in until that orb is entirely empty and your head is entirely full.” His eyes closed as sections flowed into his head through his finger.

“When the very last of your mind has returned to your head, you can take your finger away from that orb. When that orb is entirely empty, and your head is entirely full, you can take your finger away from that orb.”

I waited, watching his face, until his finger pulled away from the orb and his hand slowly fell back down into his lap.

“I shouldn’t need to count up because you haven’t been under, but just in case. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”

He blinked and sat upright.

“Awake. Yes. Wow. Melted. Melted.”

He reached his glass and drank the rest of his water.

“Water gone.” He waved the empty glass at the camera.

“Yes. Water is gone but I don’t want you to walk right now.” He shook his head. “That would be a very bad idea.” This sentence, more than anything he’d said before, sounded like he was drunk. Which I was very okay with.

“How’s your head?”

“Mixy. Melted. Jumbled. You’re Sweet!”

“I am Sweet. Good! Who are you?” There was a moment's hesitation, then, in the same “drunk” voice, he replied. “Don’t ask me that.”

I laughed. “I can tell you what you are?” “Yes. Need that. Tell.”

“You are hot.”

He cocked his head, absorbing that, and then nodded. “I am Hot.”

“Yes, you are. And I am Sweet! Can you words?”

“Words. Hard. Jumbled. Melted.”

“I like your voice, all melted.”

“It's my voice.”

“I know. I like it.” “Okay.” Then, taking a sudden leap in another direction, he announced. “There are lots of ridges!”

It took me a moment to realize was talking about his brain. I did my best to laugh quietly before I could say “Yes, and that blue orb is smooth.”

“I was blue. And smooth. Now, ridges.”

To which I began to softly sing “I’m blue! Daba dee daba di. I’m blue.”

“ATB.”

“What?”

“I’m Blue. ATB.” “No, Eiffel… Eiffel. One moment while I look it up.” I opened my search and typed it in.

“Eiffel. From Italy.” He said this in a matter-of-fact tone, different from his “drunk” one.

“I found it. Eiffel 65!”

“Eiffel 65. From Italy.”

“Okay. I believe you.”

He nodded. “From Italy.”

“Yes. Good.” snap “Back into the orb. All of your melted, mixed, melded mind back into the orb.”

His entire body sagged against his chair, that small smile coming back to his mostly slack face.

“Good. And now that everything is completely back into that orb. I’m going to carefully separate these sections again. Everything being gently pulled, tugged, shifted back into its original section. There can be a slight bit of melting, but mostly everything back in its original, separate section.” “Giving you back the section that is so good at following directions.”

His body shifted, and he sat upright out of his sagged position.

“Once again, placing your finger back on that orb, and letting each individual section flow back into your head. Each section whole, separate, with a minimal amount of meltyness. Also, as your mind flows back into your head, canceling my snap trigger. My snaps are simply just snaps, once again.” “When your entire mind has flowed out of this orb and into your head, you can take your finger away from the orb.”

I waited until he pulled his hand away from the orb.

“Again, you should be up but-

He sat up. “I’m awake.”

“How’s your head?”

He smiled. “When you said fucked up, you really meant it. I am really fucked up.”

“Yes. Yes, you are. I would ask you to get water but I don’t want you walking yet.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I trust my feet yet.” “We can do aftercare until you’re okay to walk?” “Yeah. We can do that.”

The End

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