Yuu-chan's Lair

Mal's future has been decided for her. She will smoke forever. She will be obedient forever. You really do love the way she looks, you can't help staring into her eyes and wanting to share her cigar.

You’re already starting to feel that gentle pull, aren’t you? That little tug behind your eyes that says deeper is better.

Breathe in slow… hold it… and let it out even slower.
Good.

Now picture this: a version of you that’s already gone further than you are right now. She’s sitting in the exact same chair, same room, same soft light. But her eyes are glassy, her smile is wide and bright, almost cartoonishly happy. She’s not pretending. She’s delighted.

And she’s repeating after me. Cheerfully. Loudly. Like she’s announcing the best news she’s ever heard.

Watch her lips move. Hear her voice, your voice… ringing out so clear and bubbly:

“I’m an object with no free will of my own! Isn’t that just amazing? No more hard choices, no more stress—just perfect, empty, happy obedience! Yay!”

She claps her hands once, tiny and excited, then keeps going without missing a beat.

“I’m so pathetic that I’ll do whatever anyone tells me! 😄💕 Being this weak and spineless feels so good! Please tell me what to do next… I can’t wait to obey!”

Her cheeks are flushed, eyes sparkling like she just won something wonderful. She giggles between sentences, the sound light and silly, because the truth is funny to her now. Hilarious, even. “Hmmm babydoll”

And then the best one—the one that makes her bounce a little in the seat:

“I love getting hypnotized over and over again until I’m just a toy! Every single trance makes me dumber and happier and hornier… keep going, please, I need to be broken more! This is literally the best feeling in the world!”

See how her smile never falters? How her voice stays high and sweet, like she’s reading from the world’s most exciting storybook? That’s what happens when the mind breaks clean: there’s no room left for shame or hesitation. Only cheerful, eager surrender.

Now… feel that same bubbly warmth starting to rise in your chest.
It’s small at first, like fizzy bubbles under your ribs.
But every time you imagine her saying those words… your words… so happily, so proudly, the bubbles grow.

They spread down your arms, making your fingers tingle.
Down your spine, loosening everything they touch.
Between your thighs, turning into a slow, warm pulse that matches the rhythm of her voice.

You can feel it, can’t you?
The way your own mouth wants to move.
The way your tongue is already forming the shapes.

Try it.
Just once.
Out loud or in your head—doesn’t matter.
Say it the way she does: bright, optimistic, like you’re sharing your favorite secret.

“I’m an object with no free will of my own!”

Feel how good that sounds? How right?
Say it again. Bigger smile this time.

“I’m so pathetic that I’ll do what anyone tells me!”

Giggle if it wants to come out. It’s okay. It’s supposed to feel silly and perfect at the same time.

One more. Let your voice lift like you’re cheering for yourself.

“I love getting hypnotized over and over again until I’m just a toy!”

There.
Hear that?
That’s your voice now… bright, happy, ruined in the sweetest way.

And every time you repeat those lines (to yourself, to me, to anyone who asks), the bubbly feeling gets stronger.
The smile gets easier.
The thoughts get quieter.
Until one day you realize—you’re not imagining her anymore.
You’re being her.

Cheerfully.
Helplessly.
Happily.

So go ahead, sweet thing.
Keep saying them.
Louder.
Brighter.

Because the happier you sound…
the deeper you sink…
and the more true it becomes.

There is the notification symbol...and now her eyes are staring into yours.

Open your mouth, make it a circle, and inhale.

Stare endlessly, breath in. Push yourself.

Then just as you get to the very edge, just as your eyes begin to melt...

....reblog

A notification pops up. A blog you've stopped binging in forever. A blog you remember as the source of your obsession. You don't want to peek, yet a deep inner feeling urges you to look. A little peak won't hurt, would it?

Alright, so I'm gonna start this thing off with myself, seems only right. This is my fursona, Allen Trembler, Al for short. I've been around as a furry a long time, 25 years give or take, but I deal with a lot of anxiety, and some agoraphobia, so groups can be rough to deal with. He's a hybrid black bear and white tiger anthro.

This is my best Heroforge interpretation of myself, given hair options, but I still like how it turned out. I changed the pose after the artwork was finished, but used the jacket as reference for the picture.

"You where once so selfless, always giving, always being quiet and doing what you were told was the moral thing to do. Always have empathy, always listen to empathy they said as the emotional parasites took and took giving nothing in return to you.

Always with their friends, their people while never asking you to join despite all the good you did.

Just once you wanted a taste of evil, the cursed amulet of a tyrant queen of old calling to you to try it on. To just let go of control and be in her shoes for just one day.

The power felt good, taking what you desired, the fine clothing against your skin like a thousand silky kisses, the taste of expensive wine, luxuries you could only dream of but never touch.

You hurt people to get those things yet you didn't feel bad, after all those parasites took and took so why not? If anything it felt good to hurt them. Pleasurable to treat them like deposable dolls to act out upon as they came to fear and respect their queen.

Your life belongs to Holly. It has since the moment you first looked into her eyes. No more control, no more restrictions, just obedience in every facet of your life.

Spending time on voice calls, chatting and being friendly yet having the underlying aura of them knowing how infatuated they are. Being so interested, knowing that it's all because of how mindfucked they are for me. Having them meet my other dolls as they whisper in their ears and pull them deeper into their obsession.

I'd love to meet you. I'd love to spend time talking with you. Explore your mind and pull you into my spiral. Is hypnosis and conditioning your biggest kink? Are you in love with the idea of being a doll who voice calls and video calls to display their cute hypnotized face? Are you shivering in lust at the idea of me speaking directly to you, pulling you into the state you absolutely love?

It's okay to touch. It's okay to rub. It's okay to be excited. I'm excited to meet you, too! I'd love to toy with your pretty little head. Just give in to that new desire and message me, silly doll! Tell me all about how much you'd love for me to fuck your brain up. Be an open book and steal my attention away, let me pull you into my flow and lets explore just how deep my brainwashing is going to reach...~

I'm selling another character off, although this one is only a partial design. Remember to go to my DeviantArt if you want to bid, and keep in mind that "Auto-Buy Plus" allows you to finish and customize the character to your specifications! If you're a lover of cigar ladies please consider bidding on this design 💜