Warp My Mind

(Hypnosis Story)

Scott told Tiffany, “Watch your head,” as she followed him down into the basement.

Anyone who looked at the two of them could tell their social roles by their clothes. He was a nerd. She was a cheerleader, and a tall blonde one at that. An odd pair to be seen together.

Tiffany ducked under a low beam and asked him, “What do you have down here?”

“Something I want to show you,” Scott vaguely explained. “Don’t you want to know what it is?”

“Yes,” she said, sounding somewhat annoyed. “I mean…” Her voice drained of any emotion, and, in monotone, she stated, “I want to see what you have.”

“Good,” he said, walking across the concrete floor littered with electronic components. “Come have a seat over here, and I’ll show you.”

Tiffany set her bag down at the bottom of the stairs and followed Scott over to an ordinary wooden chair that looked like it came from a dining room set. Attached to the back of it was a boom arm, at the end of which was a metal colander with computer parts strapped to it. Wires ran down from the makeshift device over to a computer terminal set up on a table next to it. All of this taken together created the disturbing impression of a home-made electric chair.

Tiffany hesitated.

“If you sit down,” Scott said, “then you’ll know what I have.”

She sat down and did not object at all as he positioned the colander device over her head like a salon hair dryer.

“What is it?” Tiffany asked. Again, she intoned, “I want to see what you have.”

Scott walked over to the computer on the table and said, “This is what I have.” He flipped a switch and the colander hummed to life.

Tiffany felt her body go limp as the hum vibrated right through her skull down into her brain. She did not feel paralyzed exactly, but she sensed that her body would not move, as if she had become somehow too lazy even to lift a finger.

“What did you do to me?” she asked. She had meant to yell, but the words dribbled from her lips with little force behind them.

“I’ve taken control of your mind, and through it, your body as well,” Scott explained, with vindictive glee. “Just now, when I flipped that switch, I interrupted your brain’s ability to take voluntary control of your movements from the neck down.”

“What?” she said. “How?”

“The same way that I got you to come down here with me,” he explained. “I used a similar, but portable, version of the Mind Warper on you during class, while I was sitting behind you. It was hidden in my backpack.”

“‘Mind Warper?’”

“My invention,” Scott said. “It influences your brainwaves by bombarding them with extremely rapid repeating thought patterns, like subliminal messaging on steroids. The thought I implanted in your mind during class was ‘I want to see...’”

“‘...what you have,’” she said, completing the sentence, the words bubbling up on their own.

“You heard those words (and the intention behind them) thousands of times during class without realizing it. I programmed you to want to come down here to satisfy your curiosity.”

Tiffany looked worried, but not quite terrified. “What are you going to do to me now?” she asked.

“First,” he said. “I’m going to remove your inhibitions and make it impossible for you to lie to me.” Scott typed, and the hum took on a new undertone. Tiffany felt as though her mind had been released from heavy chains.

“Tell me,” he said, grinning. “How do you feel right now? Are you afraid?”

“I’m concerned,” Tiffany admitted. “But, actually, I’m kind of… enjoying this?” She sounded surprised by this realization.

“What?” Scott said, sounding equally surprised.

“I’m… turned on?” Tiffany said, trying to make sense of her own mind. “Wow. Yeah. This is making me horny… somehow.”

“Um,” he said, doubtfully looking down at his computer screen. “Maybe I didn’t calibrate this right.”

“No,” she said. “I think I just find it really sexy to have someone control me like this.”

Scott gave her an uncertain look and asked, “Are you a... sub?”

“Am I?” Tiffany asked herself. “I am!” she answered, smiling. “Wow. That explains why I wanted Chad to try handcuffing me to the bed. He was never willing to do it, though. Such a disappointing boyfriend, now that I think about it.”

“Huh,” Scott said, trying to figure out how to respond. The whole plot had unexpectedly derailed on him.

“Is this going to damage my brain?” Tiffany asked.

“No,” he said. “I tested it on my dog. Then, I ran brain scans. There were no negative effects.”

“What did you get your dog to do?”

“I taught her to use the toilet and flush it.”

“That worked?” Tiffany asked, excitedly.

“Yeah,” Scott said, chuckling. “I was surprised at how easy it was to do.”

“Could you do something like that to me?” she asked.

“You need to be potty trained?”

“No,” she said. “Something else.”

“I thought I might make you do something embarrassing, and then I would make you forget about it before you left.”

“I like the sound of that,” Tiffany said. “But, don’t make me forget, please. I want to remember being embarrassed.”

“Okay, do you have something in mind?” Scott asked.

“A couple of things,” she said. “One for me and one for you, I suppose.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want to start lifting weights, like, hardcore,” Tiffany declared.

“Really?”

“I’ve always wanted to have ripped muscles, but the other cheerleaders were calling me a dude when I started showing off my abs. I want to not care about what anyone says about my body.”

“Okay,” Scott said. “I could have the machine tell you that you don’t care what people think about your body. I could even boost your desire to be more muscular.”

“Yeah,” she said. “That’ll do it.”

“How about the second thing?”

“Do something to me that’s humiliating, like, really degrading.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” Tiffany said. “Give me some kind of strange kink or something. You know, something that I’ll want to hide from people, but nothing illegal.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Just the idea of you messing me up is turning me on even more.”

Scott thought about it for a long moment. “How about… I give you an intense oral fixation?”

“Like, you’ll make me want to put things in my mouth?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Like… something long and thick?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

“Um, yeah,” he said, blushing.

“So, like, I’ll be addicted to putting things in my mouth?” Tiffany said, sounding as though she approved of the idea. “Pens, Popsicles…” she hesitated a moment “...penises?”

“Should I do it to you now?”

“Yes,” she said and added. “Wait, one more thing.”

“What?”

“Make it so that I want your cock in particular.”

“Why?”

“You’re such a damn nerd. I’ll hate myself for wanting to suck you off all the time. It’ll be so… embarrassing.” Tiffany moaned gleefully at the thought of it.

“Sure,” Scott said and started typing.

“Are you cool with that?” she asked. “I’ll be begging you for it a lot, I bet.”

Scott blushed again. “I’m cool with it.”

Sensing his hesitation, Tiffany asked, “Have you ever had your cock sucked before?”

Scott kept on typing. “Um, no,” he admitted.

“Wait,” she said. “Are you a virgin?”

Scott did not reply, and that was all the answer she needed.

“Oh, boy,” Tiffany said. “This is going to be fun.”

“I’ve got it all programmed in now,” Scott said. “You’ll feel free to start muscle building without worrying what people think about it. And, you’ll want to put things in your mouth regularly, my cock in particular, as you suggested.”

“Perfect!” she said. “Do it! Mess up my head.”

“Are you really sure?”

“I can’t lie, remember? I really mean it.”

“Okay,” he said. “Here it goes.”

Scott pressed the button, and Tiffany felt a wave of intrusive thoughts rush through her head. The hum shook her down to the center of her being, destabilizing her deepest thoughts and rewriting them. Time stretched out. The whole thing could have lasted a minute or an hour. She had no way of knowing. Eventually, she felt the hum fade out, depositing her into a blunt silence.

“Tiffany?” Scott asked her. “You alright?”

She felt in control of her body again and lifted her arms to test them. She flexed her biceps and imagined what they would look like after a few years worth of curls.

“I’m good,” Tiffany said. “I’m really good. I feel… liberated. I’m free.” She ran one hand over her abs, picturing the six pack to come as she absentmindedly began sucking on the thumb of her other hand.

“How do you feel about me?” Scott asked, nervously.

Tiffany pulled her thumb out with a pop and turned her attention away from her muscles towards him. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch. She licked her lips, with a hungry moan.

Scott watched her push the Mind Warper aside and stand up. Although she had not changed at all physically, Tiffany now moved with a muscular confidence. He was getting hard seeing her approach him, dressed in her cheerleading uniform, visibly craving his cock. Then, she stood in front of him, looking down at him. He was 5’6”, and she had at least half a foot on him. Fear and lust competed for dominance in his mind, stunning him into immobility.

“W-What are you doing?” he asked.

Tiffany knelt down in front of him and said, “I want to see what you have.”

Scott watched as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and carefully pulled his underwear down, revealing his throbbing erection.

Again Tiffany licked her lips. “That’s more than I was expecting,” she said and leaned in with her mouth open, but before she wrapped her lips around it, she added, “You’d better last a while, a few minutes at least. I want to feel it in my mouth for as long as I can.”

“I’ll try,” Scott said, feeling concerned about disappointing her.

Tiffany swallowed his cock, inserting it deep into her mouth until her lips slid down nearly to the base of his shaft. It took all Scott’s self control not to blow his load right then and there, but he held on, trying not to think too much about the situation, how a sexy blonde cheerleader had his cock completely stuffed into her mouth.

Tiffany moaned in ecstasy as she started slowly sliding her lips up and down his shaft, enjoying every inch of him as she went. Her pace picked up, and Scott felt himself fighting with all his might to hold on as long as he could.

It ended sooner than either of them wanted, but it was the best he could do for his first time.

“I’m coming,” Scott announced, expecting her to move away, but she kept on sucking, even after he drained his load into her mouth. He nearly fell over, it was so intense.

Once he had begun to soften, she let him slip out. Then, he watched as she swallowed it all down.

After licking her lips clean, Tiffany said, “Wow! I can’t believe I swallowed that. I never swallow. God, I feel gross, like your personal cum sock, like a dirty toilet bowl.” She smiled. “That was great!”

Scott took a seat on the chair by his desk, feeling that he needed a minute or two to recover.

“Aw,” Tiffany said, seeing him in the afterglow of his first blowjob. “That was great for you, too, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he said. “That was… incredible.”

“And,” she said, “there’s much more to come... no pun intended.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “I already feel like I want something in my mouth again. It’s like a… compulsion. I want to suck on... everything.”

“Maybe I overdid it,” he said.

“Maybe,” she agreed.

“It’s alright,” Scott said. “The effects start to wear off over time, unless we put you back in the Mind Warper for a refresh.”

“How long?” Tiffany asked, sounding concerned.

“A week or two?”

“Okay,” she said. “We’ll just have to make this a regular thing, then. I’ll come by at least once a week to get warped again and blow you. Sound good?”

Scott smiled. “Wonderful.”

“I might even need a little cock time with you during school, if we can sneak away to do it without anyone noticing.”

“I can’t believe this,” Scott said, shaking his head, unable to accept his good luck.

“Me neither,” Tiffany said. “I feel so damn dirty and low. Every time I think about how messed up you made me, though, it just makes me horny again. I hate it, and I love it. It’s… wild.”

“You’re… welcome?” he said.

“Thank you,” she said, standing up. “I think I need to get going. I want to get in a workout tonight.”

“Want me to walk you out?” Scott offered.

“No,” Tiffany said. “I’d be embarrassed to be seen with you.” She chuckled. “Can you believe that? I swallowed your cum, and now I don’t want anyone to think I even know you. Ugh, I love this.”

Tiffany started to run up the stairs, but paused and turned back to pick up her bag. After fishing out her cell phone, she demanded, “Give me your number.”

Scott did, and she typed it into her phone.

Then, she shouldered her bag, hurried upstairs, took a moment to pet his dog, and left his house.

***

That night, as Scott lay down to sleep, he was still struggling to believe what had actually happened that day. It all seemed like a crazy wet dream come to life.

His phone buzzed, and he checked the message.

It was a text from Tiffany, a selfie of her with a red Popsicle in her mouth followed by the words “thinking of you.”

Scott smiled and typed a reply, “You were on my mind, too.”

“Tomorrow?” Tiffany inquired.

“Tomorrow,” he wrote. “Come by after school. We’ll have some fun.”

“Gross,” she said. “Looking forward to it. Bye!”

“Bye,” Scott wrote and set down his phone. Then, he readied himself for some wild dreams to come.