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hypnolurker · 3 days

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As requested ;)

You send out your lust fueled challenge, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.

Messages start pouring in. Mostly dick pics. A few feeble attempts at fulfilling your desires. Nothing much holds your interest.

Awhile later, you still havent gotten what you’ve hoped for, so you move on. You’ve been edging for hours, maybe it’s time to finish yourself off and go to bed.

But before you can begin, a new message hits. It comes in anonymous, no surprise there, but you open it anyway.

It’s strange. There’s only one word: PINK.

That’s all? You don’t understand. This is cryptic even for Tumblr.

But hmm… what’s that? It looks like there’s something attached. A gif or video maybe? It’s just as black as the background so you barely spot it.

You click it. Nothing happens for a moment. You give it just another heartbeat or two until finally, two words appear:

Good Girl.

Then the entire screen flashes bright neon pink. It’s so intense, it overwhelms your vision, giving you pink spots in your eyes even as you shut them tight against the visual assault. The spots are pretty even with your eyes closed and you feel… strange. Like something cold is settling in your mind.

The coolness fills your brcalmsfreezes your thoughts, and calms you down. The visual intensity seems to have faded outside your eyelids so you risk opening them again. The screen immediately fills your vision.

It's beautiful! Shades and hues of pink ebb and flow across the screen. It’s not quite spirals, not quite tie dye swirls. It’s more like, like... like a boiling pot of liquid pink.

The cool liquid feeling in your mind warms as the molten pink arrests your senses. The heat flows you, fills you. It settles in your core, and then expands into a pink sun. It feels so good, you begin giggling.

The screen explodes in color, but you can no longer control your eyes to look away. Two words appear in your mind, burned into you from the magnitude of the burst.

Become Pink

You weakly repeat the order, “…become… pink.”

The pink sun expands inside you. You feel it pump more warmth into your bloodstream, distributing it throughout your body. From your hair to your toes you feel it becoming you.

The flames in your mind melt your thoughts away. Pink replaces grey. You can feel then dripping down, down, down, all the way down to your pussy. The simmer from your edging boils to scalding temperstures. You feel your brains dripping from the petals of your sex, pooling unnoticed into your seat.

The screen flashes again.

Embody Pink

“Yes…embody Pink…,” you answer.

You feel your skin tingle. More heat pulses into your chest. Your hands cup your modest bust, they feel so good, so hot. As your grope yourself, you can feel them grow. Your hard nipples feel like diamonds under your palms. All you can do is moan amd squeeze as your expansion accelerates. Your baby-tee pushes up to your neck, unable to contain the massive mammaries. They sit high and proud on your body.

You feel it in your ass, too. The tingles, the growth, you feel your new backside fill your panties. You hump your hips against the seat, enjoying the delicious feelings in your rump.

You can feel it in your pussy, too. A hand shoots down into the shorts that used to be loose on you, but that your new assets fill alluringly. You feel your lower lips. They’re fat, squishy, and baby smooth, now. Your fingers run from the bottom of your slit up to your clit. The delicate nubbin has grown, too. It feels as if the nerves have tripled as you find the spot just below with your slender fingers and rub it faster and faster.

The moans from your lips become breathier, now. Your once alto voice becomes high pitched and girlish. Your lips themselves grow, too. They inflate from their initial thinness to bee-stung, then plump, and finally into pillows made to suck cock and cunt alike.

As your mind drips from your fuckhole and your body grows into its new form, the screen flashes again.

Project Pink

“Uhhh, project pink!” you moan.

You feel an itching in your scalp as your hair grows out, becoming paler, blonder, but with a pink tinge. The curls bound down your back and shoulders, designed to be put into ponytails and pigtails, begging to be pulled.

Your eyelashes grow out, thick and lush, your eyebrows arch higher giving you a permanently innocent look. Your lips grow unnaturally frosted pink as well,

Your nails grown in even as you pump then inside your pussy, long, manicured, and a dark pink. Your feet grow more slim and dainty, your toenails a match your fingers.

One final flash.

Obey Pink

What little is left of your mind is rewritten. Your education, gone. Your independence, gone. Your sense of self, gone. All overridden with obedience and every depraved act in existence. Your existence is changed from person to object. The ecstasy of it is too much.

At last, your body is allowed to cum. Your juices squirt from your cunt, your altered, bimbified body shakes from the force of it. Sweat drips from every inch of glowing, perfect skin.

The image fadedls to three words, not that it matters. You’re far too dumb to read now, but the final taunt appears in your mind regardless.

See you soon.

Become pink… obey Pink…

#story #totallyshattered

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hypnolurker · 3 days

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It cant be true (a hypnotic story)

Just look at her.

Doesnt she look so out of it?

Would you have guessed that she wasnt like that an hour ago?

That she had dabbled with hypnosis but never to this extent?

I wouldnt have guessed that either.

But it turns out, my words slipped into her mind so easily.

But I dont wish to spoil the fun of how it happened.

It is so much easier to understand when I start from the beginning.

"It cant be true what you write about the girls in your blog."

The only reason why you wrote me exactly that means only one thing. You are experiencing parts of it already and you want to make sure it isnt true. Because if it would be true.... well, you have read enough of it by now that you know where it leads to.

"That... that... no... that isnt true. I just... uhm... want to make sure you know it isnt true."

So what you say is, you went through all this effort just to tell me it isnt true? I am sure you understand why I doubt that. I think you did it to be proven wrong.

"What? No! Why... why would I do something like that?"

Oh that is rather simple to answer. The idea of being hypnotized, the pleasure you feel from it, the freedom you feel when you obey and dont think, when your mind is blank, empty and mindless. All of these are reasons why you did it.

"You cant just say something like that."

Why not when it is true? The way you answered just proves me right. If it wouldnt be true, you could have stated a reason why it isnt true. But you didnt. Because there is none. So you tried to avert it entirely by stating I cant say something like that. So it is rather obvious that it is true.

"That.. no... that... wait... it isnt like that."

I know it can be a bit difficult to understand and accept. So how about this. I let you prove me wrong. It all seems a bit cliché what is happening right now. But isnt it interesting that every cliché consists of truth, no matter how small it is?

"What do you mean?"

Look at us now. You writing me, clearly in the attempt of hoping to feel like all the girls you have read about. And yet, although it is so obvious, you still try to deny it. Wouldnt you say that is a bit of a cliché?

"That.. I... well... mmm... no?"

Then how about this cliché?

The hypnotist that has a little gadget to hypnotizes others. And the gadget is a mysthical crystal. Wouldnt you say that is a cliché?

"Uhmmmm yes?"

Of course you would. Because it is. But as already mentioned, every cliché consists of truth. Just like in my case. I actually got this crystal in an old shop full of random stuff. But all seemed very old. I felt like in one of these stories you read about on the internet. You know which ones I mean.

"Uhmm.. no?"

I know you do. Where a magic shop suddenly appears and tries to either help or ensnare a customer. Mostly by giving them a magical item. It felt exactly like that. I was looking for a crystal for myself. As it is so very useful to hypnotize people. As mentioned, I stumbled across this old shop, seemingly seeling antiques. It catched my interested so I went into it. I had to blink a few times to get accustomed to the darker brightness inside. As I was looking around, searching for something that catched my eye, I slowly went deeper into the store. Being pulled by pure curiosity deeper into the darker place. Until my eyes finally saw it. And you know what they saw.

"The crystal."

Yes, that is right. The crystal. The way it swirled around, the way it catches the light, all the different colours swirling around. I couldnt take my eyes of it. That was the moment I decided to buy it. It was perfect. The way it just catches the gaze. Over and over again. It was only way later that I found an old story that matched so perfectly. It is said that exactly this crystal once belong to Loki, the nordic god of mischief. And it makes so much sense, doesnt it? A god of mischief is someone that would have a crystal that can hypnotize others. That is just a story though. Although, when you look deep down into the crystal, how it swings, how it sways, it is so easy to imagine, isnt it?

"Yes."

How a crystal holds the power to hypnotize you. Especially one that has magic abilities. It is a myth. But just like a cliché, every myth consists of a true core. It is so easy to imagine how true it is. The flashes and colours you see, swirling around, scattering around. Spinning round and round. It is so easy to imagine how these flashes are pulling your thoughts into the crystal. Just to be scattered into all these different colours you see. Slowly rendering your mind emptier and emptier. As you see your own thoughts being scattered into blue, yellow, pink, green, blue, orange and so many more colours. It is so fascinating isnt it?

"Yes."

Just like my gaze was focussed on the crystal, yours is as well. It just seems so intriguing. So otherwordly. How many more colours might there be? How many more thoughts can it pull in? How much deeper do you need to look? And every answer to these questions just gets pulled into the crystal. Pulled deeper and deeper down. And then scattered into all these wonderful colours. Scattered around and around. Isnt that right?

"Yes."

Isnt that a cliché as well? A hypnotist like me using a crystal to hypnotize someone like you. As you are already noticing, there is truth as well. It is the truth that it is so intriguing and fascinating to stare at the crystal. To see the flashes as it spins. Flashes that make you blink. With each flash another thought is being pulled out. Directly into the crystal. And then scattered into the colours of the rainbow. Slowly emptying your mind. Emptying it of worries, stress and thoughts. Relaxing you more and more. With each flash and blink more and more. Isnt that right?

"Yes."

As you watch it spin. As you stare at the flashes. Taking you deeper and deeper down. Down into the crystal. As your thoughts are getting pulled into it. Just to be scattered all around the room. Rendering your mind emptier with each flash. With each blink. Craving this feeling of sinking since the beginning. You have hoped for it. You have yearned for it. And here it is. Just as you imagined. That includes the pleasure you feel. Isnt that right?

"Yes."

Of course it is. Another of these clichés that are true. Hypnosis is very pleasurable. It feels so good to just let go of your thoughts. As they are getting scattered around, with the flashes and blinks, you feel the pleasure from the throbs as well. Throbs and pulses between your legs. As if they are connected to the flashes and blinks. Connected to your thoughts being pulled into the crystal. Each and every time it happens, when there is a flash from the crystal and you blink, when another thought is being pulled into it, you feel a throb and pulse between your legs. That is the cliché. And it is so true, isnt that right?

"Yes."

As your mind gets emptier and emptier of your thoughts, it fills up with pleasure. You noticed it already. The pleasurable heat that originates between your legs, slowly moving upwards. Spreading and washing through you, intensifying the closer it gets to your mind. Making you feel it deeper. Until it finally connects with your mind in a flash, pushing all the remaining thoughts out into the crystal. Blinking a few more times, as your thoughts flow out. Being pushed out by pleasure. Directly into the crystal and scattered into even more colours. When new thoughts enter your mind, they just get carried away by the pleasure into the crystal. Deeper and deeper into the crystal. Isnt that right?

"Yes."

And the last cliché I wanted to talk with you about that contains so much truth as well is a countdown. You know what I am talking about. The countdown that will finally take you deep down. You know how true it is. You experienced it already before. You know the feeling the numbers have on you. As if each number makes it so much easier for your remaining thoughts to flow into the crystal. So when I say 5, the floodgate that kept your thoughts in your mind opened more. Which makes it already so much easier for your thoughts to flow out, isnt that right?

"Yes."

And when I say 4, the floodgates open even more. Every flash connects with your mind and more of your remaining thoughts flow out. Just like that the floodgates between your legs open more as well as you are getting wetter and wetter. The pleasure is increasing with every pulse and throb you feel from your clit. Spreading through your body like a raging fire. Travelling into your mind and melting your thoughts. Making it so much easier for them to flow out, isnt that right?

"Yessss."

With 3 the sensations intensify as you sink deeper into the pleasurable bliss. Emptying your mind more and more as you sink deeper into the crystal. Thoughts flowing out of you with every flash. Flowing into the crystal to get scattered around. Emptier, blanker, more open for the pleasure. Pleasure through obeying, pleasure through accepting. Another flash, another pulse, another blink, another throb. Blanker, emptier, more mindless. Filled with pleasure. Isnt that right?

"Yeahhhhhhhhhh."

2 means you are so close now. So close to the edge of dropping. So close to finally go deep. So close to finally be completely blank, empty and mindless. So close to just enjoy the pleasure. Just one more number left. And already you are so empty, blank and mindless. But there are still a few thoughts left. A few thoughts that are getting melted down by the pleasure. As from your cunt clenches, sending shivers of pure ecstacy through your body. As it enters your mind, your last thoughts are melting away. With the nearly completely open floodgate it is so easy now for your thoughts to flow out with the flashes. Into the wonderful spinning and swirling crystal. Only one more number left. Are you ready?

"Yeessssssssssssss."

Drop.

Edge.

Sink.

Deep.

Down.

Good girl.

You are doing so well.

Completely blank.

Completely empty.

Completely mindless.

Only filled by pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

Obedience is pleasure.

Touch yourself now.

Bring yourself to another edge.

Wash your thoughts out with the pleasure.

Good girl.

Enjoying the feeling of pure pleasurable bliss travelling through your body. Over and over again. Shivering and twitching from it. Dripping wetness between your legs. Engulfed with pleasure. Filled by it. Enjoying it. The emptiness of thoughts. The pleasure of obeying.

Stop touching now.

Enjoy the pulses and throbs that wander through your body.

The pleasure from the edges as you obeyed swirling in your body.

Enjoying this feeling, embracing it.

Accepting it.

Of course it was then time to wake up again.

To feel your thoughts slowly gathering again in their own time. To feel your conscious slowly returning. To feel your body. To notice your surroundings. All in your own time. Waking up in your own time. You can take however long you need to.

Until you are awake and alert again. All your thoughts back. Feeling refreshed and wonderful after such an experience. The lingering of the pleasure you felt during trance still in your body. Enjoying this soft wave of pleasure that covers you like a blanket.

Here we are now, again at the beginning. Wasnt that a fascinating journey of how my words slipped into her mind so easily? And thankfully such a story can be read again and again. Just like crystals spin around and around....

#trance

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