I Am In The Middle Of Being Hypnotised Chapter 1 23 Jan 18, 2020

Episode 1: When I woke up, I was already transformed

Author Note:

I was hypnotised and ordered into setting the characters' names, personal information, and personalities.

It was evening.

It happened precisely 10 minutes after she had given the man his change. The girl's feet stopped after arriving at the back of the convenience store. Just as she was wondering why she had come here, she restlessly glanced at her surroundings before tilting her neck.

“Huh? Why…!!? Who!? ah……”

Her eyes met with the man who quietly approached from the shadows. And then, she got into said man's car.

There was little light in the parking lot behind the convenience store, and if shadows were formed, one would be near invisible within said shadows. Even more so, if there were no noises or other such things which attracted attention.

What happened inside the car was the girl's performance of a clumsy blowjob, and the confiscation of her underwear.

At that time, she became fully nude, and painted the released the sperm, which had been saved up and spurted into her mouth, onto her chest.

After she had finished wiping her sticky hands countless times on her body (from her stomach to the back of her hips to her armpits), she finished up by—*slurp* *slurp*—licking her fingers clean one by one.

As she was manipulated by hypnosis to follow the man's exact order, she was not aware of her current behaviour. It was normal to her. It was almost as though she had found some free time during her part time job, took out a comb and combed her hair, grooming herself with indifference.

And the moment she wore her clothes, the man murmured, placing a suggestion before seemingly ending the fun for today.

He spoke a phrase that was so long that one wouldn't know it unless they wrote it on paper. It was not something common that could be remembered easily.

However, after wearing her clothes, carefully bowing once before saying “Please take care of me from now on”, and stepping out of the car—the very instant she closed the door, that suggestion was seared into her brain.

She was lucky that, after she returned to the store's interior, she was informed that she would be done for the day after replenishing the drinks and throwing out the garbage bags.

The girl went back and forth between the trash can installed in the store's interior and the back of the drinks shelf. As she did so, she was not aware of the fact that the male customer who was standing while reading, the ‘gal' who was choosing ice cream, and the high school couple who held hands even inside the store recognised that the smell which should not exist originated from her.

Those gazes on her back. Her unusually swaying chest and chafing tips. Even her own odour. She carried on, behaving as though there was nothing wrong.

“Good work for the day.”

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Somehow, my body feels heavy…

Well, who could blame me…after all, it was the first time that I took such a detour after finishing my part time job.

While not wearing anything, I took the vibrator which rolled near my pillows and the vibrator that was crushed by my ass and painfully moving with a *buzz* and stood them up onto the side table.

Beside that was one of the four Adult DVDs that I rented for a week, whose sex scenes I had rewound and replayed for I'm not sure how many weeks. As such, I took the vibrator and, while largely sticking my tongue out and licking my wet finger, I used my other hand that wasn't wet to turn the button off before I sat on the edge of the bed.

I gazed a little at the transparent piercings on the tips of both of my breasts. While feeling that the stinging pain was pleasant, I remembered that my clean up after returning home yesterday was sloppy and so I stood up.

I really wanted to eat something sticky on my way home last night, and so I left the sticky salad bowl that I bought so that I could eat while studying on the table in front of the TV, along with my notes and pens. But, in the end, I didn't pick it up.

Argh, geez…in the end, I ate the salad that was left out for over an hour, got myself a piercing, and finished my masturbation…

Come to think of it, I haven't showered ye~t. Since I had to take a picture, I took it without even removing my makeup before falling asleep on the spot, huh…

And then, when I picked up my smartphone that was on top of my notebook, I confirmed that yesterday's picture was taken properly before pasting it into my text message……

Eh? …aah…found it. That person's address. Somehow, I'm getting excited since this is the first time I've sent him a message, but I wonder if I should use lots of heart marks so that I can get him to give me lots of semen cologne?”

…thinking this, my fingers never tapped the hearts.

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Attachments: 5

[Fully Nude After Returning Home Photo]

[Sticky Salad Meal Masturbation Photo]

[First Nipple Piercings Photo]

[Pussy-Upload Photo]

[Exceptional Wink & Peace Photo]

Subject: Implementation Report & Today's Schedule & This Week's Rough Schedule & Self Introduction.

Message:

Hondanaka Chinatsu.

20 years old.

162 cm G Cup

College Student.

Living alone in an apartment. Layout is 1DK.

A member of the tennis club. Mainly there to get together with people, rather than participate in activities. I was invited by my friend and reluctantly joined.

I've gone 2 months without a boyfriend. We broke up naturally. I have no regrets.

My experience with males is 2 people. Ordinary sex. Basic Missionary. When asked, we'd do it doggy style. Or standing doggy.

I haven't experience climax during sex. I have acted as though I have before.

My masturbation frequency is twice a month. I mainly tease my clitoris, and my climax frequency is 5 times per session.

The number of toys I possess are two vibrators as of yesterday.

Honestly speaking, I have confidence with regards to my body, and the people around me often comment about this. I act modest because I believe that would give people the best impression of me, but I actually think that being told the obvious and acting humble about it is troublesome.

If possible, I want to walk around grandly with a bra that fits me just right, but it was written in books that such girls were hated, and they also said guys like cleavage, so I endure it a little bit.

I know that there are many merits to improving people's perception of me, so, in order to become a person of interest, I thought that I should overcome the talks that have a slight tendency to become excessive. That said, I do not have even the slightest intentions of gaining favour with my friends (girls that are much lower than me), y'know? It's fine for me to be this lax, right?

Sometimes I'm told “aren't you a scheming woman?” from men that I meet for the first time at drinking parties. But seeing that I believe I can ultimately deal with such statements by proudly returning a refreshing smile, I think that I really might be a schemer.

However, do you think that I, who gets good grades and doesn't cut corners with body care, don't try hard?

Really, I'm troubled because there are few men that can stand up to me…

Today's Schedule Report.

Today I have a break from my part time job. After finishing my afternoon lecture, I'm done for the day.

Afterwards, I'm planning on participating in a drinking party with some guys. Once decided, they'll send me the place and time.

Rough Schedule Report.

I have plans to go shopping with my friends next weekend.

I will go to the beach with my friends the weekend after next.

The following week, I will go and see fireworks with my friends.

All plans can be cancelled.

Lastly, I will send you my address and phone number………______

Sent….now, I guess I'll go and take a shower first. The moment I said this and tried to put down my phone, it suddenly vibrated.

*Piroron!*

Whoa!? So quick…did he already respond??

Opening the text message, my eyes, that were reading the message, lost focus. And then, the insides of my head once again tingled before getting fried……

Author Note:

I feel as though the need to apologise for my short, irritating sentences is getting steadily bigger, but I don't want to apologise.

I won't apologise…apologising is…apo…..lo, …I'm sorry.

It would appear that I'm currently being hypnotised.

Don't you also want to bookmark this story and hypnotise me?