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lrb i need more shit like that to remind me to actually work out.............endorphins from exercise feel so awesome. and it ups our t levels and flattens our chest. gotta remember this
"you're so sensitive after a workout, aren't you?" he purred, reaching around them to rub their nipples as he pressed against their back.
they were still in a trance, and their muscles felt weak. they didn't have any desire to resist, but they felt like they couldn't, even if they wanted to.
and their chest did feel sensitive. it felt like the blood that was pumping through their body was going everywhere except their brain, especially to their chest and genitals. like it was making them become swollen and needy.
their arms trembled as they held themself up above the bed, until he put a little more of his weight on their back, murmuring for them to relax, and they just melted into it, their arms dropping, their stomach and chest collapsing onto the mattress.
"that's it," he said, his voice droning in a hypnotic tone. "this is just part of your post-workout routine, shark... after all... you'll be more motivated... if you're rewarded for it. it will feel better... knowing that your workout is not only changing your body and making it stronger, in the long term... but that it's preparing your body to relax, let go, and be penetrated... in the short term."
they could feel his hard cock pressing against them, even with both of their underwear between them.
"besides," he continued, "that same testosterone that makes it easy for you to gain all of this muscle... can cause atrophy... so it's important to keep the blood flowing... deep inside of you... and to stretch you out frequently. you're already working out three times a week... it should help... if i just push deep inside of you... after every workout..."
he slid down their underwear, pulling out his cock, and rubbing against their wet entrance.
"it's so easy to relax now, isn't it? your body needs to relax... every muscle is exhausted..."
they could feel how easily he pushed inside of them. how they were completely open.
the inside of their body was so sensitive, too, even though they were just letting him in, completely unable to even clench around him. every thrust felt so satisfying, they could feel every movement against their walls. they could feel how he was stretching them, filling them. how deep he was going. and they could hear how wet they were.
"it felt so good, didn't it?" he purred, thrusting inside of them at an even pace, using just enough force that they could feel it, but still saving enough energy to talk. "it felt so good, being in a deep trance as you moved your body... as you pushed yourself... as you put all of that tension on your muscles... and you did such a good job, maintaining your form... you were so obedient... and you can feel how well you did, can't you? you can feel how well you used your muscles... you can feel the exact muscles you were targeting... it feels nice, doesn't it? that weak feeling..."
it really did feel good. they loved every moment of it. the workout itself almost felt like getting fucked, really, when they were straining and panting and they kept being pushed even when they felt like they couldn't take much more.
"it's sort of ironic, isn't it? how you're becoming stronger, but it still makes you so weak... how the more you push yourself, the more your muscles grow and bulge... and yet, you feel so tired and helpless afterward... how you become more masculine... and yet, you become so easy to dominate and penetrate..."
one of his hands continued touching their chest, while the other moved to their t-dick, holding it between two fingers and squeezing it with every thrust.
their mouth was open, their tongue out slightly, moans slipping out without any thought. it felt so good, it was unbelievable. it was hard to do anything except take it.
"you get so hard, but you also get so wet..."
they were already getting close. he felt so big inside of them. they could feel his cock throbbing.
"and your mind gets so open, too, doesn't it?" he murmured, his own breath getting heavier. "every part of you is so open... so weak... so vulnerable... ready to accept whatever i give you... isn't that right?"
they could only respond with a moan. now, on top of the nipple stimulation, and their t-dick being touched, and the vaginal penetration, they could feel his words penetrating their mind. it only turned them on more, overwhelming their body.
"that's right," he said breathily, his movements becoming just a little less even. "that's good... complete relaxation... complete surrender... just stay nice and open for me... the way you should always be, after a workout..."
his thrusts were getting harder, more forceful, but their body took it so easily. they felt nothing but pleasure.
"you're going to cum already, aren't you?" he whispered, pressing deep inside of them. "you can't help it..."
it didn't even feel like an actual command, but they were already on the edge, and it pushed them into an orgasm before they could even think about it, their body just completely succumbing to the pleasure, twitching and shuddering and pulsing on its own, as their mind went numb.
"good, good," he whispered, continuing to thrust deep inside of them and touch their sensitive t-dick, "such a good boy..."
it was already too much, but the feeling of his cum being pumped into their body made them cum again, the weak, helpless sensation making everything so sensitive, making them completely lose control of their orgasms, making them feel like their body was completely his.
he stayed inside of them for a moment, softly stroking their arm, cooing praise at them and directing them to stay calm and relaxed. if he hadn't done that, the overstimulation really might have gotten unpleasant, but everything felt alright when he was reassuring them, and they were able to slowly come down from their orgasm.
"in a moment, let's get you your protein shake," he murmured, "and then we can take a shower, and give you a nice massage..."
"that sounds good," they whispered, realizing they hadn't even said anything this entire time.
"of course it does," he droned. "you always want to follow along with what i tell you to do, don't you?"
they knew it would have sounded good to them anyway, but their mind buckled at even the slightest dominance from him, and they found themself feeling weak and fuzzy again. even during the aftercare, he was asserting his control... he was serious about it.
a smile spread across their face, and they shuddered again. it felt good.
getting a lot more in touch with my woman-identifying side again. and just feeling really at home in a sapphic identity, while still enjoying being seen as a boy. boydyke type vibes. the gender fluidsâŠâŠâŠ..
it's always been difficult for us to identify with femininity, because everyone makes it plain that the main things that define "feminine" are simply not qualities that we possess. softness, big breasts, pronounced curves etc. going on T has enabled us to sort of see past that a little bit better, and notice just how many people appreciate women who are like this. it feels like the only thing that really made anyone see us as a woman was that we're small and waifish, which aren't even qualities that i personally look for in women lmao. and since transitioning we no longer have the high pitched voice or estrogen soft skin. we scar a lot more easily, and our chest has gotten smaller. these are factors we're seeing more often in the women that the people we're surrounded by are attracted to. it's kind of nice in that way i suppose.
picturing a hypnosis app that you can synchronize a vibrator to, with the pulsations calibrated to intensify on each throb, and it skips along with the waves and undulations
getting a lot more in touch with my woman-identifying side again. and just feeling really at home in a sapphic identity, while still enjoying being seen as a boy. boydyke type vibes. the gender fluidsâŠâŠâŠ..
buying magic pills that say they'll make you horny beyond comprehension. you take one first thing in the morning on your day off, but you can't really tell if it's just placebo making you horny. you eventually forget you took it three hours later and you aren't really feeling it anymore; must have been a bust/scam....or maybe you just need a higher dosage. so you take two pills this time, the thrill of potentially having overdosed sending your head a few places for an hour or so.
.....buuuut you actually don't think you're any hornier than you usually are, and you wind up cooling down pretty quickly after a brief masturbation session, so you figure that it was indeed probably just some placebo effect getting to you.
the packaging says to not take more than 6 pills over 24 hours. so you tell yourself that three at once will be your final attempt for the day, and you swallow them down with some juice after dinner to a mild thrill.
idly, you stroke yourself in the shower, but can't really tell if it's just your head in the space of anticipation that's making you so painfully hard. it's pretty normal for you to be this horny under the hot water anyway, so by this point you have to conclude that the pills were a bust. damn.
in the warmth of your bed, you sigh bitterly in disappointment. those pills were pretty expensive. the nymph who sold them to you was super cute, too, and you were hoping you'd have reason to go back and buy more. he had a lamia form with four arms, gorgeous white antlers, shimmering jewelry all up and down his humanoid upper-half's figure, and a soft-yet-coy countenance to enhance his bizarrely-colored eyes. maybe the "coy" part should have been a red flag....
in the middle of the night, you awake uncharacteristically with a start, realizing you have to pee like crazy. eugh, hopefully this isn't a side effect of having taken so....many.......uh.
you frown after you finish your bathroom ministrations, realizing that the pressure in your bladder still hasn't ceased. you definitely feel like you've finishedâthe flow tapered off like normal and you're not in any pain, but the distension of your lower belly nonetheless feels like you still have a somewhat full bladder. your sopor gets chased away by the slowly building anxiety that the pills are the cause. you have to scold yourself repeatedly for letting your libido make the decisions for you all day, swearing under your breath and hoping that you didn't just give yourself a UTI.
you head back to the toilet, reposition yourself, and attempt to get the flow going again. no dice. with a sigh, you press on your lower belly experimentally...and feel a small pop behind your pelvic bone.
completely awake now, you start to panic that you have a kidney stoneâbut nothing like pain accompanies the sensation. in fact, it feels distinctly more smooth and soft than you imagine any kidney stone could be. it's finally given you the urge to urinate again, so you make the motions of trying with a squeeze of your kegels. you can feel whatever solid object might be in your urinary tract make its way steadily along your urethra, drilling you with that feeling of panic as you anticipate pain...but it appears to pass harmlessly, as you hear a tiny plip. into the bowl.
you look down and see nothing but what looks like a small and clear, pinhead-sized bead bob up to the surface. you almost could have mistaken it for a bubble, but it definitely appears to be a solid object....you suppose that it wasn't a horrible process passing it, though, so maybe it's actually fine?
you try to see if anything else comes out, putting on the pressure from outside again, but somehow aren't successful in the least. huh. the still-present bump of your bladder having distended makes you think there might be more where that came from, but perhaps that one was just already on its way out, and the rest will take a while. at any rate...you're not in pain, you don't need to pee anymore, and your exhaustion is too great to find it worth any more urgency.
you're confused more than you are distraught, and if that's all that's in there, it will probably all resolve in like manner to the one bead you managed to get out....eventually. so you have to heave a sigh of relief as you give up and trudge back to bed.
you decide you'll play it safe and head to urgent care in the morning, seeing if they have any remedies for this weirdness, but are suddenly embarrassed by the idea of explaining how you think this happened. looks like the better option would be to go back to that nymph's magick shop, and see if he has anything to say about it...
TBC
hi i hope you liked my writing. i'm a big fan of giving the highs and lows of anxiety of what could be a health crisis that turns out to be a sexy time. in my storyverse, "nymphs" are variants of beings called "sylphs", who are plant-based, humanoid lifeforms. nymphs in specific are sylphs who take on animalistic traits to let them commune with nature, and some can look mostly human or mostly animal. this is sort of an AU setting for the story i've been writing for fun that i may publish as an eroge one day. if you happen upon it in the future, just pretend you didn't see this post, ehehehe.
this story is going to get a little clinical, with a bit of "mad scientist experiments on you" for funsies. shh don't look at those tags. okay maybe do because they will warn you. somewhat.
you called in sick to work today, which has you counting your blessings for your workplace's "no questions asked" policy on that front. fortunately, your "sickness" hasn't seen any changes, but unfortunately, your sickness hasn't seen any changes. you had a repeat of the middle of the night's bathroom trip, only this time it didn't really seem like your bladder is going to throw you a bead bone regarding whatever is going on in there... so you get dressed feeling still full, still uncomfortable, and still anxious as to what the hell the deal is.
you make it to the nymph's magick shop in a rush, passing breakfast for favor of water to give your stomach reprieve from the hole you feel the anxiety is eating into it. initially, the clerk's post is empty, but you nigh-immediately hear some shuffling noises that lead to his emergence but a few seconds after you enter.
he appears to appraise you with an initial frown, and you wonder why the hell that is for a split second before he clears his throat. "I imagine you're not here for a refund, but perhaps you think there's something else I can help you with?"
you blink at this, getting the odd feeling that he just read your mind. sylphs in general tend to have a sixth sense for knowing what people are feeling in a given moment, so maybe that's close to the truth. "well, I eventually wanted to ask for one, but first I need to know if the product you sold me has anything to do with a problem I'm having..."
he seems nonplussed by this. "I see....hm." he leans forward on his elbows atop the counter, looking to be scanning you up and down like he's judging your fashion choices. then, his eyes light up with realization. "You took quite a few of those at once, didn't you?"
you open your mouth, but stop in your figurative tracks once you realize that he somehow got it in one. "Y...Yes. Because it...didn't seem like they were working when I took just one or two. Er, how did you know...?"
a slow-emerging grin alights his features that rings amused. "I can just tell these things. Though I'm a little intrigued at what sort of problem seems to have emerged from that sort of follyâbecause you wouldn't even be able to functionally walk straight right now, if you really did take three at once."
you feel incredulous at this information, mouth gaping like a fish's as you try to formulate how to respond.
"Oh, don't look so horrified, it's not that serious. Hereâcome on down to the back, and I'll take a look at you. Ah, do a favor and lock up the storefront for me." He pulls out a key and places it on the counter. "Flip the sign too, if you'd please."
before you can question why he doesn't do it himself, he's backed away and disappeared behind the curtain, and the security gate attached to the counter seemingly opens by itself. you find it a little weird that he wants to "take a look at you", but you suddenly start feeling dizzy the second you flip the sign on the door like he asked. at the same time, you feel an involuntary shudder course through you, and a feeling like a tickle behind your breastbone. you wonder if it could just be heartburn from anxiety, but it ghosts away before you have time to really determine the nature of the sensation. still, it's concerning enough that you feel someone "taking a look" as soon as possible overrides any and all hesitance you had over the matter, and speedwalk after him.
nervously, you make your way down the hallway behind the curtain where he disappeared, noticing the floor appears to be slightly curved downward from what you assume is his lamia tail wearing into it. ah. that's right, he probably had you lock the door because of how cumbersome it would've been for him to do it himself... and now you suddenly remember the reason why you were convinced to buy the product from him in the first place.
you just relocated into this city for work about a month ago, and the district your apartment is in is well known for a predominant population of fae folk over humans. when you'd heard there was a magick shop run by a nymph, your fascination with the idea prompted you to take a look and see for yourself. nymphs are well known for being pretty sparse in the cities, primarily choosing to live in the wilds and commune with nature, so you were interested in seeing what type of nymph both enjoys city life and runs a store of this caliber. you yourself aren't a skilled mage, but you do work with rune magic in the technology your company develops, so you figured it would be a nice diversion to educate yourself on what the average city mage might equip themselves with for day-to-day living.
you didn't realize just how eclectic a magick shop run by a nymph might possibly be. it reminds you more of a bodega than anything else, what, with the "magic sex pills" at the checkout counter being a whole product. you felt silly when you asked about them, half-jokingly, but when this aesthetically pleasing store clerk gracefully pivoted into explaining how they work in a flirtatious manner....you came away 60 quid poorer, and buzzing with electric anticipation.
you were almost convinced he'd magically charmed you in some way (despite how super illegal that is for businesses to do), because you really don't think yourself the type to normally be into this sort of thing. but the way he talked about it made it seem so...enticing.
"Maybe it'll help take the stress off at that new job you've found yourself in, hmm?"
...damn it. it didn't even occur to you that he might have been buttering you up, trying to make small talk about where you were from and what brought you in here. but in retrospect that seems exactly like what was going on.
you sigh as you push past a second curtain at the end of the hall, now ready to start reading him his rites for the ripoff....but you're suddenly locked in place, stunned by the scene before you.
you had no idea what to expect, but the "back" of the shop appears to be some sort of...no, a verifiable wooded atrium, at least half the size of a football field, apparently centered as the courtyard of the city building of which the shop is apart. there's a crystalline skylight up above, letting what little sunlight of the overcast day there is shine down and illuminate everything inside... but the garden itself appears to be aglow on its own, with biofluorescent plants of all kinds peppering the landscape, various multicolored fabrics with ornate patterns hanging between the trees. and in the center of it all, a positively enormous weeping willow tree next to a large, crystal-wreathed fountain.
"Over here, now," a faint voice calls from your left. you notice the sight and sounds of the nymph's large, slithering lower form snaking its way along a soft-looking, moss-covered path beneath the billows of fabric and between the trees. your eyes trail up its length and manage to catch just the smallest glimpse his upper, humanoid half disappearing behind the curtain of what appears to be a colorful, ornate tent in a nearby corner. you're baffled for a moment by just how huge his tail is, much longer than you expected, before quickly following it under the curtainâthis guy sure loves curtain doorwaysâjust before it's out of sight.
the inside of the tent is just as decorated and colorful as the outside, though there are significantly fewer fabrics draped around....and also a plethora of multicolored bottles, mechanisms, and knickknacks of the alchemical variety. you were about to mistake the scent wafting through the air for incense, but it would probably be more accurate to presume it's something you can see fizzling in one of the beakers on a high steel shelf.
re-asserting the otherwise soft and comfortable vibes of the abode, the sheet-lined floor is littered in cushions and pillows of various shapes and sizes, some charmingly kitsch and pop-culture-y for what you expected. you can see his tail moving along to push them aside and make a path towards yet another curtain that appears to be separating the tent (room?) in half. he himself has disappeared behind said curtain, and it seems like he's keen to just let his tail sit in the front half of the room whilst he sticks an arm out and gestures for you to stop with his two right hands.
"Remove your shoes before you step off the welcome mat, and leave them next to it. It has a sanitizing charm in effect, but I'd rather you didn't otherwise track any 'urban grime' into my home, thank you." he gesticulates as he speaks, wagging a finger of one hand to the sounds of several bangles on his arms jingling at the motions before withdrawing fluidly with a musical flair.
you look down at said welcome mat where you've stopped, noticing the spots where the bottoms of your shoes are touching it are aglow with what looks to be ultraviolet light. you stare in amazement for a moment, your work brain suddenly kicking into overdrive as you try and figure out just what materials he employed to make this spell happen. your workplace is the company that develops most magic-powered technology for mass production, and you don't recognize this as a product in its home appliances line one bit. you also remember that he's a sylph (a nymph, at that), and sylphs generally do things the old-fashioned way, so it's probably something of his own making with an archaic form of spellcraft. you think it's an ingenious idea, though, and you silently stow it away as an something to bring up at a board meeting later before you finally as you do as he asked and remove your shoes to leave beside the fascinating thing.
you hear an impatient tsk. "Are you done analyzing my decor, yet? Come on, now. I have to get all the details of your condition before I can figure how to help."
"...."
welp. guess you've technically gone home with the attractive nymph who sold you possibly defective magic sex pills, and he seems like he's trying to help with the problem he caused. can't see much of a downside to this.
...other than how bizarrely foreboding this all feels.
~
TBC
it seems you've entered the home of a possibly eccentric sort of mage/alchemist. what's his deal?
[reminder that sylphs = plant-based beings and nymphs = nature-communing sylphs with animal traits. there are other faefolk living in this world, but they're not in focus in this story]
i'm using the spelling "magick" to describe the shop and not "magic" because i feel it sets it apart as "a shop that sells magical items" rather than "a shop that is magical". if that makes sense.
i wasn't anticipating making this a whole second person short story at first but i'm certainly invested in it now, lol. next installment soon!
buying magic pills that say they'll make you horny beyond comprehension. you take one first thing in the morning on your day off, but you can't really tell if it's just placebo making you horny. you eventually forget you took it three hours later and you aren't really feeling it anymore; must have been a bust/scam....or maybe you just need a higher dosage. so you take two pills this time, the thrill of potentially having overdosed sending your head a few places for an hour or so.
.....buuuut you actually don't think you're any hornier than you usually are, and you wind up cooling down pretty quickly after a brief masturbation session, so you figure that it was indeed probably just some placebo effect getting to you.
the packaging says to not take more than 6 pills over 24 hours. so you tell yourself that three at once will be your final attempt for the day, and you swallow them down with some juice after dinner to a mild thrill.
idly, you stroke yourself in the shower, but can't really tell if it's just your head in the space of anticipation that's making you so painfully hard. it's pretty normal for you to be this horny under the hot water anyway, so by this point you have to conclude that the pills were a bust. damn.
in the warmth of your bed, you sigh bitterly in disappointment. those pills were pretty expensive. the nymph who sold them to you was super cute, too, and you were hoping you'd have reason to go back and buy more. he had a lamia form with four arms, gorgeous white antlers, shimmering jewelry all up and down his humanoid upper-half's figure, and a soft-yet-coy countenance to enhance his bizarrely-colored eyes. maybe the "coy" part should have been a red flag....
in the middle of the night, you awake uncharacteristically with a start, realizing you have to pee like crazy. eugh, hopefully this isn't a side effect of having taken so....many.......uh.
you frown after you finish your bathroom ministrations, realizing that the pressure in your bladder still hasn't ceased. you definitely feel like you've finishedâthe flow tapered off like normal and you're not in any pain, but the distension of your lower belly nonetheless feels like you still have a somewhat full bladder. your sopor gets chased away by the slowly building anxiety that the pills are the cause. you have to scold yourself repeatedly for letting your libido make the decisions for you all day, swearing under your breath and hoping that you didn't just give yourself a UTI.
you head back to the toilet, reposition yourself, and attempt to get the flow going again. no dice. with a sigh, you press on your lower belly experimentally...and feel a small pop behind your pelvic bone.
completely awake now, you start to panic that you have a kidney stoneâbut nothing like pain accompanies the sensation. in fact, it feels distinctly more smooth and soft than you imagine any kidney stone could be. it's finally given you the urge to urinate again, so you make the motions of trying with a squeeze of your kegels. you can feel whatever solid object might be in your urinary tract make its way steadily along your urethra, drilling you with that feeling of panic as you anticipate pain...but it appears to pass harmlessly, as you hear a tiny plip. into the bowl.
you look down and see nothing but what looks like a small and clear, pinhead-sized bead bob up to the surface. you almost could have mistaken it for a bubble, but it definitely appears to be a solid object....you suppose that it wasn't a horrible process passing it, though, so maybe it's actually fine?
you try to see if anything else comes out, putting on the pressure from outside again, but somehow aren't successful in the least. huh. the still-present bump of your bladder having distended makes you think there might be more where that came from, but perhaps that one was just already on its way out, and the rest will take a while. at any rate...you're not in pain, you don't need to pee anymore, and your exhaustion is too great to find it worth any more urgency.
you're confused more than you are distraught, and if that's all that's in there, it will probably all resolve in like manner to the one bead you managed to get out....eventually. so you have to heave a sigh of relief as you give up and trudge back to bed.
you decide you'll play it safe and head to urgent care in the morning, seeing if they have any remedies for this weirdness, but are suddenly embarrassed by the idea of explaining how you think this happened. looks like the better option would be to go back to that nymph's magick shop, and see if he has anything to say about it...
TBC
hi i hope you liked my writing. i'm a big fan of giving the highs and lows of anxiety of what could be a health crisis that turns out to be a sexy time. in my storyverse, "nymphs" are variants of beings called "sylphs", who are plant-based, humanoid lifeforms. nymphs in specific are sylphs who take on animalistic traits to let them commune with nature, and some can look mostly human or mostly animal. this is sort of an AU setting for the story i've been writing for fun that i may publish as an eroge one day. if you happen upon it in the future, just pretend you didn't see this post, ehehehe.
this story is going to get a little clinical, with a bit of "mad scientist experiments on you" for funsies. shh don't look at those tags. okay maybe do because they will warn you. somewhat.
Seeing a hot girl with genuinely interesting and intense fetishes be constantly pestered by men who see penetrative sex in various situations and manners as the pinnacle of kink will always be such a pity. Like leave that poor girl alone she's destined to be with someone who will fundamentally alter her mind and state of being in ways most men could never dream of...
the doll rain customized to look like herself sat in her clear bag as she knocked on the door. it was hard for her to put herself out there like this, but if there happened to be other people who liked dolls nearby, she figured she shouldn't pass up the opportunity.
the person who answered the door wasn't anything like she expected - it was a man wearing plain clothes.
"oh, it's a new person," they said. "you can come in. you even have a doll with you? that's cute."
she would have thought everyone would have one. "yeah, it's..."
she stopped in her tracks, freezing in the doorway, struck with the feeling that she misunderstood something.
"um, this is... this is for... like... people who make custom dolls and stuff... right?"
their eyes widened, as another, more serious looking man stepped toward both of them.
"i told you we should have been clearer," he said.
"sorry," she said quickly. "i must be in the wrong place. i just, i guess i misread something, or..."
"it was our fault for not being explicit enough," he said.
"well we put more details in the description-"
"but the club name wasn't clear, and there's another doll club that someone could get mixed up with ours," he interrupted. "sorry," he said to rain. "this isn't what you were looking for. i didn't want something like this to happen, but... i guess at least we caught the misunderstanding right away."
it was discouraging running into such an awkward situation right when she was trying to be more social, right when she finally mustered up the courage to go out and meet people like this. "i guess i'll just... go, then?"
a third person, the last person in the room, yet another man, stepped closer to all of them. he was taller than the other two, and seemed very calm, especially considering the bizarre situation they were all in. "well, we're actually just having some tea and snacks at the moment, anyway. you could have some, too, if you'd like. it's cold outside today, so you should at least take some time to warm up before you leave. we can just resume our club activities afterward."
"well, if i'm not like, intruding..."
as awkward as she felt, she really didn't want to just turn around and go back home after making her way here. even if it was a little weird hanging out with complete strangers who didn't even share an interest with her.
she sat down with them, and they all introduced each other. the person who answered the door was shark, the serious person was jim, and the calm one was adrianus. the tea was good, there were cookies, the couches were comfortable, and they were all nice and polite and understanding to her - instead of talking to each other and leaving her to just sit there silently, they made small talk about things like the weather that she could participate in, and complimented her doll. they made more effort to include her, a random person who wasn't even going to join their club, than a lot of her friends ever did.
but she still had to wonder what their club actually even was.
"so, like... i know i was apparently wrong about what you actually do here, but like... you've all been really vague about that," she said quietly.
"well," jim said quickly, as if to stop the others from having a chance to respond, "it's not necessarily something you need to know. i feel like just telling you would be involving you on some level..."
"you're making it sound really ominous," shark said. "you're making it sound like it's illegal or something."
"well, obviously it isn't," he responded. "it's just weird. i don't know, just saying it in this context..."
"i mean, she's asking."
"would you like to know?" adrianus asked her directly. "it is something you might find a bit creepy."
she felt like if she went home without knowing, she'd never stop wondering about it. "well, you can tell me..."
"it's about hypnotizing people," adrianus said gently. "hypnotizing people to become dolls."
her mind went blank. it wasn't really that it bothered her, she just had no idea how to react.
"hypnotizing people to become dolls?" she repeated.
"yes," he simply responded. "or, to become like dolls, at least. to be still. sometimes limp, or sometimes holding whatever pose they're placed in. often while feeling sort of blank and empty."
"i feel like you're giving too much detail," jim said. "she didn't ask to hear all of that..."
"i mean, it's fine," she said quickly. "i mean, like, i'm not... i don't have a problem with it, i just..." what could she even say? it was sort of creepy to imagine, but there wasn't anything outright sinister about it, exactly. "i'm just trying to process it," she said.
really, rather than being too much information, it just gave her more questions.
"so, like, you... who here... gets turned into a doll...? and who's... who's the one doing it?"
"you know, i really would've thought anyone could tell that adrianus is a hypnotist," shark said.
"well, it isn't always adrianus," jim responded. "i've hypnotized you before, too."
"usually i hypnotize both jim and shark," adrianus said.
she had kind of figured - it was true that adrianus gave off a certain vibe, and seemed in control of things. it was more that it was hard to imagine shark and jim being turned into dolls. it was weird, really, seeing these relatively normal people casually hanging out, and then learning about those dynamics.
"so you just... you turn them into dolls... but... why? i mean, after that, what do you..." she trailed off, wondering if this was even something she should be asking about.
"i can dress them up, pose them, talk to them, brush their hair, have a tea party... and at times, i can also wake them up, just to pull them back down again." he said it all so casually, as if he wasn't talking about treating the two people sitting with him like they were objects. "i can't really explain exactly why it's enjoyable to me," he added. "there's just something satisfying about seeing someone become completely still."
a chill ran down her spine.
"well, and, like, jim might get mad at me for saying literally anything about this," shark said, "but you know, we like it, too."
"why don't we address jim's concerns now?" adrianus asked. "rain, can we trust you to let us know if anything we say is too much, or you're uncomfortable with it? we can stop at any time, and you're also free to leave whenever you like."
she nodded. "i really am fine, though," she said. she wasn't even thinking of stopping the conversation - the whole thing was so weird that all she could think was that she wanted to know more.
"there," adrianus said, turning to jim. "does that make you feel any better?"
"i guess so," he said. "it is true that we like it, too. it isn't just for adrianus."
"but, like... all you're doing is just... sitting there?" she said.
"well i mean, it's nice to relax," shark responded. "and like... it just feels good to be hypnotized."
something about hearing someone casually say that was so strange. "like... it actually does?"
"what, you think i'm lying?" they asked. "or do you think he just made me say that, or something?"
"well, like... it just seems weird that it'd even feel like anything..." she said. "i've never even been sure if hypnosis is, like... real...? and i've heard that only some people can really be hypnotized..."
"i mean, it's mostly a subjective experience," jim said. "it's real in the sense that it's real to us, at least... whether anything special is happening or not. the hypnotizability scale is a whole different can of worms, but... well, really when they say only some people can be hypnotized, all they mean is that only some people perform well enough at the standardized tests to be considered 'highly hypnotizable.' basically anyone who's willing to cooperate and listen can go into trance, or at least subjectively feel like they're going into a trance, and can respond to basic suggestions and feel as if they're happening involuntarily. feeling as if you can't move is actually pretty simple for most people, i think. it's usually amnesia and hallucinations and that sort of thing that are difficult for most subjects."
"so being turned into a doll is, like... easy?"
"yeah, honestly," shark said. "well, staying that way is another thing. i mean, if a hypnotist just leaves you there, you might just get bored and wake yourself up. some people are into just being left there and will stay like that for a long time, but it takes a lot of convincing for me to stay like that, personally."
this stuff really was just normal for these people.
"i still don't really understand what you mean by it... feeling good, though."
"it's like asmr," shark said. "well, it's more than that, though. like it can feel tingly, but it's also like... you know, you feel heavy if the hypnotist says you feel heavy, you feel sleepy if they say you feel sleepy. and there's like, a kind of pull..."
"it does depend on the person, and the suggestions," jim added. "i mean, it can feel different for different people and in different contexts... but for me, at least, it does always feel good."
"a lot of it is just listening to the hypnotist's voice," shark said. "it's like, the tone they use, and the words, they just feel good to listen to."
"like, physically?" she asked.
"yeah, i can feel it."
as much as they talked about it like some normal, mundane thing, it did almost sound like magic when they actually described the feeling itself.
"you know," adrianus said, "you do seem quite curious about it. you could watch me hypnotize someone, if you'd like to see the process. i would keep it nice and simple."
she did really wonder how it worked, what it even looked like. "well, if you don't mind showing me," she said.
"not at all," he replied. "who should i demonstrate on, then?"
"i feel like jim's usually the one you use for stuff like this," shark said.
"that would be fine with me," jim responded.
"i mean, i don't really care who..." rain hesitated. it felt too wrong to say 'who you use.' "who gets hypnotized..."
"let's use jim then," adrianus replied.
jim sat directly next to him, very close, to the point where their legs were touching. adrianus snaked one of his arms around his back, holding both of his shoulders, and leaned close to his ear.
"there you go," adrianus said, his voice low and soft, almost dreamy sounding. "you like being used as a demonstration subject, don't you?"
"i do," jim answered blankly, his shoulders falling.
the intimacy of it sort of flustered her. she had wondered about... how sexual this was supposed to be.
besides that, jim's reaction seemed so immediate. she almost wanted to ask about that, but she didn't want to interrupt it or ruin it.
"very good," adrianus murmured. "i know you're eager to fall into a deep trance for me... you're already falling into trance now, aren't you?"
"maybe that's..." jim was muttering, his voice less dull than it had been a second ago, even though his eyes were staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. "i don't know if it's as good of a demonstration, if i just..."
"don't think about it," he said softly. "you're doing very well. you can fall quickly for me... you can just give in. we're just demonstrating how easy it can be..."
he slumped back, his eyes still glassy and empty and distant.
"that's it... there you go... letting go of all of your tension... going limp... becoming a doll for me."
she could see all of the tension leaving his body. adrianus even adjusted his position to properly hold him up. he was so limp that he really could have fallen to the side or slid down.
"it can take longer than this for a beginner," adrianus said, making eye contact with rain as he held jim and absentmindedly petted his hair, still speaking in the same hypnotic tone he had been using. "but jim has been hypnotized so many times, he really only needs permission. he's a very good subject."
his voice had sounded nice when it was directed at jim, too, but hearing him talk that way while looking directly at her felt different. the way he slowly stroked jim's hair was also sort of mesmerizing.
her face felt warm.
"do you have any questions?" he asked slowly.
right. she'd actually had a lot of questions...
"it... it really happens that quickly? like... he's really hypnotized right now?"
well, it was obvious just from looking at him, but it was still hard to believe.
"yes," he answered. "he's deeply hypnotized... and completely unable to move. he could move if he absolutely needed to... but otherwise, he won't, unless i make him move, or allow him to. he's like a doll right now."
shark turned to her. "he's not just explaining it to you," they said. "these are suggestions for jim, too. that's why he's still talking like that."
"that is true," adrianus admitted. "i don't think it would take him out of it if i spoke normally. but i know that it feels better for him, when i continue speaking like this. when i continue to tell him how limp and relaxed he is... how blank he is... how he's entirely unable to move... or even to think. but, then, if that's how he feels, it is the truth. so it works as an explanation for you, too, doesn't it? i'm explaining exactly how he feels. exactly what he is experiencing."
"you get what i mean about the voice?" shark said. "it does sound nice, doesn't it?"
even their tone had changed a little bit... or was she imagining it? it felt like everyone was talking in that weird, kind of dull voice. like the entire atmosphere of the room changed, and it was affecting all of them.
"well, it does sound kind of nice," she said quietly. "it feels kind of weird to listen to, though..."
"does it feel tingly?" adrianus asked.
it definitely did when he said that. it was such a bizarre question to hear, it caught her off guard. "i... i guess." she shifted in her seat, finally looking away from him. "it's like, you're, like... it's like you're going to hypnotize me just like this..." she meant it as a kind of joke, but at the same time, when she said it, she wondered if it was true.
"i hope it isn't too much. we can always stop," he said. "unless you'd like to be hypnotized..."
if he'd asked just a while ago, she would have said something about how she wasn't really sure she could be hypnotized, or how good she would be at it. but now that she was starting to feel kind of strange, now that it felt like the whole world had shifted around her, now that he was saying that in that slow, careful, hypnotic voice, it registered as a real offer, a real possibility.
"would you like to be hypnotized?" he asked.
she really was curious how it felt, and that wasn't something she could fully understand unless she felt it herself... still, if it felt this strange just watching him hypnotize someone and just hearing him talk like this in general, it seemed like it would be overwhelming having all of his attention directed at her, having him directly, intentionally hypnotize her.
at the same time, that did seem sort of exciting...
"i... maybe i would try it," she finally said.
"do you want to become a doll? just for a little while..."
well... she did also wonder if they really couldn't move. at the same time, she had to wonder if that was a fetish for him... she had to wonder what kind of pleasure he would get out of it.
but the thought that he would enjoy it like that... was kind of exciting, too.
"i'd try it," she said.
"would you like to stay where you are?" he asked. "or would you like to come closer, and sit with me?"
"i'll... i'll sit with you," she said, standing up and walking over, wondering if she was moving strangely, if it was more automatic than usual.
she sat next to him, but not as close to him as jim was.
"do you want me to hold you and murmur into your ear, like i did with jim?"
it was unfair for him to ask things like that. she wouldn't have just said that if he didn't ask, but when he was so direct, she had to answer... "i... i think so."
he carefully adjusted jim's position, freeing his arms.
before he held her, he slid her bag off of her shoulder, admiring the doll inside, and turning it to face her.
"you'll be just like this," he murmured, running his fingers along the side of the bag.
she didn't know why it flustered her so much. even the most basic, simple sentences seemed to really hit her, when he said them like that.
he gently set the bag down, before wrapping an arm around her back, pulling her just a bit closer.
just that light touch felt so much more sensitive than she expected.
"you seem quite susceptible," he remarked, talking right into her ear. "you haven't been conditioned the way jim has, but you've still reacted very quickly..."
"did i?" her heart was pounding.
"oh, yes," he murmured. "i could see it in your face... you were so focused... especially when we made eye contact. you felt it, didn't you?"
"i felt something, but... i don't know if it was..."
"you don't know," he said, his tone just a little more firm and dominating. "but i know."
her brain short circuited. there was no way she could even respond to that.
"you were very curious, too, weren't you?" he continued. "i thought you might want to be hypnotized when you asked so many questions about it... but i didn't want to rush you, or pressure you. but when you said that you felt like you might end up hypnotized, just by listening to me... i knew i wanted to hypnotize you, if you'd let me."
"you wanted to?"
"you're so tense..." he murmured, lightly rubbing her shoulders. "i'd like to help you relax... to help you relax so deeply... that you can't even move. that your body just goes limp... your mind is racing, too, isn't it? wouldn't it feel nice, if it just... slowed down... if you could just be a doll... if you didn't have to think about anything."
a strange sensation washed over her.
"it might even feel nice if you couldn't think about anything... what do you think about that? would you like that? are you curious how that would feel?"
how was she even supposed to answer that? even when she thought that, somehow the answer felt obvious.
"i am curious..." she muttered.
"good," he cooed. "then i'll help you feel that. you'll just be a doll... you'll be nothing more than a doll... that's all you're going to be."
as creepy as it was, the words felt so nice in her ear. in her brain. it almost felt too good, too indulgent, like she wasn't sure if anyone was even allowed to feel this much pleasure all at once. especially from someone who she'd only just met. it was... a little bit sexual. it didn't really even matter how he felt about it - if anything, she hoped he felt the same way, or else it'd only make her feel more awkward for being kind of into it. for almost hoping that every weird, creepy, perverted thing that she could have projected onto him in that moment was true.
"just relax for me," he murmured. "i know you're excited... but you need to relax... and no matter how excited you are... those feelings will gradually dull... they'll become quiet... and faded... after all... dolls can't have such strong feelings... can they? and your body needs to let go of all of its tension... to go completely limp... it's alright if it doesn't happen all at once... you can ease into it... just let yourself gradually change... gradually becoming a doll... more still, relaxed, and blank, every second..."
her body was relaxing. some of it was her trying to listen and cooperate, but... somehow it did sort of feel like it was happening on its own, especially as he spoke, especially when he said the word, "relax." and it kept happening, even when she thought she was as relaxed as she possibly could be.
"that's it," he said softly. "that's right... just like that... let your body react... all on its own... don't try to force it... just let it happen. just give in... you're becoming a doll. do you feel it?"
she wanted to nod, but her head didn't move. it wasn't even like she was trying, but just couldn't do it... it was like she couldn't try in the first place.
"very good," he said, pleased with her lack of an answer. "it's already getting difficult to move, isn't it? and that means it's only a matter of time until your mind will follow... even your thoughts will slow down... and eventually... they'll be completely still... unmoving... frozen... blank. you'll still be able to listen to my words... you'll still be able to feel... but other than that... you'll be little more than an object."
her mind felt trapped, like a bug caught in a web. it felt kind of good, but it surprised her how real it seemed. but even in her surprise, her expression didn't change, her body didn't move.
it really was like something was happening to her. it really was like she was becoming a doll.
"just keep listening," he droned. "feel the way your mind is becoming emptier with every word. don't worry... i have much more to say... even if it's happening very slowly... i'm sure by the time i'm done... there won't be anything left at all... i'll be very thorough... alright? you'll make such a good doll..."
her mind was already feeling fuzzy. he was holding her more tightly, holding her up, stopping her from falling, as he lightly stroked her hair.
maybe she came to the right place after all, she thought vaguely, before it became too difficult to really keep thinking about anything.
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