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“That’s it, big smile and...”
The photographer flashed his camera and Kendall froze. He walked over to her and lifted her arms up to her head, her body was stiff but posable.
“Another one ready!” He called out as two men came in and lifted her, taking her away as if she were nothing but a mannequin.
What’s wrong.... with.... my phone....
Ariana mesmerized
Thank you for the new outfit master....
Had to clean out the requests because I was inactive for awhile so if you sent one please send it in again. You can also submit specific pictures through the submit button or by chatting me. Bad news is it’s been so long I forgot how I made the spiral eyes a gif but hopefully I’ll figure it out soon again 😅
Please come home soon, Master...
Taylor loved interviews because she’s able to show people how smart she is and break that typical dumb model stereotype. There’s nothing she hates more than being labeled a dumb model and nothing she loves more than seeing their face when she proves them wrong.
“Ready?”, said the scruffy cameraman.
“Always ready” Taylor retorted as she straightened her posture and put her game face on.
“Okay so just look right into the camera and I’ll ask you a few questions before the interviewer gets here.”
The cameraman hit a button and Taylor looked into the camera seriously.
As Taylor looked into the camera she noticed something different. The lens seemed to swirl and move back and forward and she couldn’t look away from the center as the swirling encompassed the eye of the lens and slowly encased her mind as well.
Taylor’s lips started parting into a smile as she stared into the camera.
“How do you feel?” Asked the cameraman.
“Gooood” replied Taylor mindlessly.
“Perfect” said the cameraman as he hit another button and Taylor felt her mind drain even quicker as her mind became a completely blank canvas.
“You’re a dumb model aren’t you?” Asked the cameraman matter of factly.
“I’m a dumb model” repeated Taylor as it sank into her mind and personality.
“You’re a dumb, bubbly, model” he commanded.
“I’m a dumb, bubbly, model” repeated Taylor.
“I think you’re ready for your interview now” said the cameraman as he turned off the camera.
Taylor blinked a few times, looking up at the cameraman and wiping some drool from the said of her mouth.
“Hehe, sorry” said Taylor, her accent audibly different and more like a typical California valley girl now.
“Are you ready for the interview?” Asked the cameraman
“I’m so excited!” Exclaimed Taylor, her eyes lighting up. “The questions will be easy right?” Whispered Taylor, winking at the cameraman.
“I can put in a word,” said the cameraman, returning her wink.
“Hehe thank you” flirted Taylor as she twirled her hair and bit her lower lip.
Selena-Bot ready to serve you.
Madison walked around the party completely unaware that she was the life of the party and was flashing anyone that snapped their fingers.
Camila stood off stage waiting for the soundcheck to start. The stadium was empty besides her, the sound guy, and some other crew members bustling around. She was about to walk out there to see what was taking so long when she felt a stinging spank on her thick ass. She quickly turned to scold the assailant but her anger quickly turned to a smile when she saw it was her boyfriend James.
“I’m loving the new outfit” he said, eyeing her up and down.
It was an all white bodysuit with sheer stripes strategically placed. It accentuated her curves perfectly as it wrapped tightly around her entire body, leaving only her arms bare.
“You like?” Camila asked playfully, as she did a little spin for her boyfriend.
“Most definitely” he responded, and pulled her in for a kiss. The tiny Latina didn’t have to go on her tiptoes for once as her giant heals brought her lips up to his perfectly. Camila broke the kiss.
“Wait a second, what are you doing here so early?” She asked, still in his arms, but looking up at him with an eyebrow raised.
James laughed, “what, I can’t come see my girlfriend during her soundcheck?”
“Hmmm” Camila let out, looking up into his eyes, she was used to getting lost in them. “If you say so” she said, giving him another peck on the lips.
They’d only been dating a few months but Camila knew she was falling in love. How could she not be? He was handsome, charming, funny, sweet, and most interestingly a stage hypnotist. Camila didn’t even know what that was before they’d started dating but now she couldn’t get enough of it, always asking him questions, and begging for stories, and of course, asking to be hypnotized as well.
Camila loved the feeling of being hypnotized and just letting her mind drift away for a while, especially as a celebrity. She learned hypnosis could be helpful as well, as he helped her with stage anxiety and insomnia. Another interesting thing she learned was erotic hypnosis. She loved when he used it in the bedroom and had her mindlessly following his orders, or her body frozen as he teased her with his tongue, or when he made it so his cock tasted like chocolate, or —
Anyways, she was suspicious when she showed up because even though she loved him and loved hypnosis, he was still a comedy hypnotist at heart and loved to pull his pranks on her. Just a few days ago he had her cleaning the entire house butt naked but thinking she was completely clothed, and she can’t even count how many times he’s had her only be able to talk in song during an argument. So that’s why she was suspicious when he showed up unexpectedly because it can mean anything.
She loves to playfully act annoyed whenever he takes advantage of her mind but the truth is she loves it. She loves the thought of him being able to do anything to her and her only having the power to say “yes sir”.
“Babe?” James said, snapping his fingers and snapping Camila out of her trance. “I think they’re ready for you”.
“Oh, be right back” Camila said as she started walking out to the stage before turning her head back to him. “Enjoy the show” she cooed.
“Oh I think I will,” said James with a wink and a patented wry smile.
Camila knew what that look meant but before she could even react she heard the music start and with that her mind instantly melted away. She hunched her body a bit as her perfect ass stuck out nicely, her arms went to her sides like chicken wings and began flapping, and she strutted out on stage scratching at the ground with her heels as if it were farmland. She let out perfect clucks to the music and pecking as she did so.
James watched as his beautiful girlfriend walked the stadium stage as a perfect chicken, even clucking into the mic as her hand brought the mic to her mouth when she flapped her wings. James loved his life, right now he’d watch his beautiful pop star girlfriend cluck around mindlessly and later after a nice Cuban meal, he’d take her to the bedroom and have her kneeling before him begging to be fucked and begging to make him come.
Riley shook her tail, well the tail she thought she had now that she had the mind of a playful puppy.
Yes Master, I love being your dirty girl
Yes Master, I love to please you.
*SNAP* She dropped to her knees, looking up expectantly... *SNAP* She opened her mouth, salivating as she stuck her tongue out... *SNAP* "Please master, I want your cock.." She whimpered, barely able to speak as drool dropped from her wet, expectant tongue.
Selena’s Hypnotized Ahegao Face
Dua Lipa hypnotized to be a chicken