"Now, officer, you won't leave this trance until your tongue has polished every inch of each urinal. Say 'Yes, sir' if you understand."
"Yes, sir," he nods obediently.
In this state, he thinks I'm his commanding superior, and this is his job. Hypnosis is easy when ranks and authority have already been trained into his mind.
"Repeat your other orders..."
He straightens up, puffing out his chest like he's about to recite the policeman manifesto from the bathroom of a donut shop, "Yes sir. I will moan and touch myself while I lick the urinals. If another man walks in, I will immediately pause and shift to polishing their shoes. To keep the urinals clean, I will beg them to instead piss on me and my uniform."
"That's right, officer," I chuckle at how well the hypnosis has taken. Can't believe I made him say all that with a straight face.
With a flick of the hand, I dismiss him. He doesn't waste any time, already smashing his mouth into the porcelain with moaning that can only be described as professional. As far as he's aware, he's protecting and serving like usual. Can't wait until he wakes up and realizes what he's been doing! That'll teach him to pull over a Hypnotist for speeding.
Now, maybe I'll just enjoy a cup of coffee. I suppose I should catch anyone before they go into the men's room; give them a quick induction so everything in there seems normal. Don't want that stud of a rookie getting in too much trouble. After all, his partner seems much more annoying.
"How's it going Officer?" I ask the senior cop.
"Gooeugh, surh!" He reports, his mouth stuffed with donuts. A whole dozen still sit in front of him. Jelly and crumbs litter his beard, and his bloated stomach is straining against his uniform shirt.
The rookie cop will just have bad breath and a bruised ego when I'm done with him.
This cop's going home as a bloated pig, with a new uncontrollable urge to around donuts.
Hypno'ed Bully Cleaning, Inc. Have you heard of them? I hired this company to clean my house and I CANNOT recommend it enough!
It was so easy! I saw an ad, made a quick call, and began scheduling an appointment! The guy on the phone made it so easy. Who is my bully? What kind of service do I want? He explained the entire process, and I gave him every detail he needed. All you have to know is it worked perfectly…
Jason showed up exactly as I had specified; SHIRTLESS, toting all the cleaning supplies, proudly announcing “Bully-Maid, reporting for duty, sir,” with his head held high.
He sure thinks so. When he pulled on that tight t-shirt he actually groped his own pecs—had the AUDACITY to think, “Big as melons.”
Got some news for you, bud: MELONS ARE WAY BIGGER. But it’s cute that you’re so impressed with yourself.
That’s okay. I have the power to show him what “bigger” really is, starting with his warm, plump balls.
BWOMPH. He has to adjust his stance, make room for the hairy, throbbing globes in his pants flooding his body with so much testosterone he feels almost drunk.
Then come the secondary changes. The car creaks under two hundred new, solid pounds bending the frame. His beard blossoms. His oversized heart hammers in his triple-sized chest.
NOW they’re big as melons, big man. NOW people will finally see you as the brute you’ve always wanted to be.
Hypnotizing guys like this is so easy. I barely had to lift a finger. Then again, it's not so difficult to commandeer the mind of two simple-minded brutes. I doubt guys like this even really use their brains. All their auto repairs and detail jobs are just muscle memory at this point.
The sweat of simple labor is in their blood.
Literally!
It's a family business, or at least, that's what the sign says. These brothers took on the auto shop their dad left behind. That makes those god-awful work clothes their second skin. It makes them grease monkeys since birth, laboring on the cars of greater men.
They have about the intellectual capacity of a monkey.
Well, they did when I first walked in here. Now, it's closer to the intelligence of an obedient dog. I'm definitely going to test that obedience out...
Just finished hypnotizing the two mechanics as this little family garage. I could tell them to do anything and they'd think it was completel
This kid has reality-warping powers. You'd think that would lead him into a life of fighting crime, saving the day as a superhero or something. Nope. He's happy to just hang out on his dad's couch and play videogames. Still, the ability to warp somebody else to his whims is pretty convenient...
When you want to make your subject more comfortable by pulling him back into the chair, but he's limp like a ragdoll and his head just flops all over the place. Eyeroll included.
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