Paula drifted further down the dark corridor, led by her sultry guide. The cool air caressed her naked skin, stimulating her perky nipples. Every now and again, her mind would try to ask herself why she was naked, where she was going, or what had happened to Dave? But as soon as the questions formed in her mind, the image of Miraja’s strobing spiral would flood her brain, and her pussy would twitch with the delicious sensations from the smaller lady’s fingers.

She didn’t need to use her brain, not when she could just listen to her pussy instead while her mind stayed lost in a sticky, warm fog.

Finally, the smaller woman opened a door, revealing a winding maze of silver lights and warped hallways. A labyrinth of mirrors stretched in front of them. Her guide gently herded Paula to the front, her delicate fingers tapping lightly against Paula’s clit, spiking her arousal.

“Just keep following the lights, pretty girl. And remember, we are hypnotized by Miraja…”

“We are hypnotized by Miraja,” Paula echoed.

“We obey Miraja’s commands,” she said, her fingers flicking back and forth over Paula’s clit.

“We…obey Miraja!” Paula said between gasps. The words sounded so right.

“Good…have fun, sexy!”

She pushed Paula inside and closed the door behind her.

Paula was all alone, the lights dancing over her bare skin as her mind blinked awake. The hall was long and winding, bordered with dozens of chrome mirrors, their reflections exploding into a kaleidoscope of shapes that stretched onward into infinity. Paula knew she should be afraid, that she should try to cover herself and make for the nearest exit, wherever that might be.

But the more Paula listened, the more she became aware of a strange buzz, emanating from the walls, sending tickling vibrations up her spine. The sound cycled and undulated in her ears, distracting her while the pretty lights danced in the mirrors. She’d figure things out later, but for now, she just felt too happy and floaty to worry.

The lights brushed down the silvered hallway, calling Paula forward. She drifted along like a cork bobbing in a swift stream. As she walked, she saw her nude body reflected in the mirrors, multiplying into dozens, hundreds of copies of herself. She glimpsed herself from all angles, walking sleepily forward with a foggy expression on her face. She slowly, carefully navigated through the twists and turns of the mirrors, dazzled by the bright reflected beams shooting from the ceiling. She couldn’t help but stare at the army of mindless, naked copies of herself and feel her sense of identity begin to fade. The walls thrummed louder with the pulsing, resonant buzz.

She didn’t need to worry about what ‘Paula’ should do. She could just be one of the blissfully empty thralls marching along, obedient to their owner.

Obedient to Miraja…

Hypnotized by Miraja…

Finally, the maze opened out into a small circular chamber lined again with mirrors, not unlike a luxurious dressing room. The lights and ambient noise brought Paula’s body to a stop in the center as effortlessly as if she was on a leash. She blinked, feeling her head clear a little.

In front of her, her reflection stared back, a willowy, pale woman with cute tits topped with pink nipples, her body lined with gentle, graceful curves.

A pitch in the room’s ambient noise shifted, and Paula felt her head tingle. Her head tilted slightly as she noticed the reflection in the mirror begin to change.

Through some trick of the light, Paula notices that her hips and thighs were beginning to widen out, or maybe that her waist was shrinking. Meanwhile, her bosom began to fill out, her tits swelling and hanging lower with the extra weight. Her areolas grew larger and her nipples longer and puffier. Paula’s mouth dropped open in dazed shock as she realized she was looking at a porn star version of herself, her delicate body now transformed into a curvy sex doll with giant tits and flaring hips.

Confused, she glanced down at her actual body, her hands tracing over her creamy skin. She felt and looked the same as she remembered, but still couldn’t get the image of being a living sex doll out of her mind.

It had to be a trick of the mirror, or maybe a clever AI deep-fake projection or something. All the same, Paula couldn’t resist staring at the warped reflection as her hands rose to her tits, kneading and groping the pendulous breasts, drawing her eyes.

She could swear that her tits even felt heavier in her hands.

“Quite the amazing illusion, isn’t it?” A crystal clear voice rang in her ears.

Paula turned away from her reflection to see a dark-haired beauty, her corset sparkling in the twinkling lights.

“You…you’re the…woman from the entrance,” she said, trying to gain her wits.

The woman smiled, her ruby red lips glistening below two piercing blue eyes.

“That’s right, beautiful!” she said, before lifting a silver conical metal pendant suspended by a fine chain to Paula’s eyes. She let it swing gently from side to side.

“And do you remember what my name is?”

Paula tried to think, but the pendant swinging in front of her face was derailing her thoughts. It was almost as if the woman was trying to hypnotize her…

“Miraja!” Paula said, the name snapping into place.

The woman was hypnotizing her.

She was hypnotized by Miraja.

“That’s right! Such a smart girl, aren’t you?” Miraja said, letting the pendant drop back to her side.

Paual blinked, her mind flickering back into focus.

“So, what do you think of my fun house?” Miraja asked, casually.

“Oh, uhm…” Paula frowned under the effort of thinking for herself. “It’s…well, not what I expected? But it’s really trippy and…and fun…”

An important thought finally bubbled up to the surface of Paula’s mind.

“What…what happened to Dave?” she asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s enjoying another room in my little funhouse. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“uh…well, it does, actually,” said Paula. Something about getting separated from her husband was raising red flags in her head. “Maybe we should leave…”

Miraja held up the shiny pendulum, letting it swing back and forth in front of Paula’s face.

“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” she asked again.

Paula furrowed her brow, trying to keep her thoughts together as the silver pendant swung left and right…back and forth…

“I…I…uh…”

“It doesn’t bother you,” Miraja repeated.

“It doesn’t bother me…” said Paula. It just felt like the right thing to say.

“Much better,” Miraja smiled and let the swinging pendant drop out of sight again. She started walking around the redhead, admiring her body from all angles.

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Paula.”

“Paula. Do you want me to let you in on a little secret, Paula?” Miraja asked, a twinkle in her eye. “Do you want to know why so many people come to my little fun house?”

“uh...” Paula stuttered. Why did it feel so hard to think?

“I’ll tell you. It’s because I’ve hypnotized them.”

“Hyp-hypnotized…?” Did this woman really think she was controlling people’s minds? “That’s…that’s not real…”

“Sure, it is, Paula,” Miraja said, lifting up the swinging pendant again. “You’re hypnotized right now, aren’t you? Say ‘Miraja has me deeply hypnotized.’”

“…Miraja has me deeply hypnotized,” Paula said, her mind fuzzy as she followed the pendant.

“Say you are under Miraja’s control.”

“I am under Miraja’s control.”

“Miraja has me deeply hypnotized,” the raven-haired seductress coached.

“Miraja has me deeply hypnotized,” droned Paula.

“Very good, dear.” Again, Miraja lowered her pendant, and Paula felt some of her wits return to her sleepy head. “I hypnotize everyone who comes into my funhouse. It’s one of the things that make me so successful. You’d be surprised how persuasive I can be once I have people deep under my spell.”

She gave Paula a predatory smile. “But you were particularly easy to put under, Paula. And do you know why?”

Paula shook her head.

“I could tell from how easy you fell for me on the street. It was written all over your face. You’ve got a hypnokink, Paula.”

“Wh-what?”

“A hypnokink!” Miraja repeated. “You can’t help but drop for my silly hypno-tricks because it turns you on. You just get so horny, needy, and submissive when you feel like someone is trying to hypnotize you and take advantage of your open, suggestible state.”

“I…no, I don’t have a…a…”

Paula trailed off as Miraja swung her silver pendant in front of her face again. The swaying pendant sucked away all her thoughts. All of her will power.

“You have a hypnokink.”

“I have a hypnokink.”

Oh god, yes! It was true! Everything that Miraja was doing was turning her on so much right now. Standing there, naked and gazing helplessly at a hypnotist’s swinging pendant. It was so hot. She did have a hypnokink.

“Yes. You get so horny and needy anytime you think of being hypnotized by me,” Miraja said. She was standing on Paula’s side now, just letting the swinging pendant work its magic on the red-haired woman’s mind while her words slipped straight into her ears.

“Y-yess…so horny…and needy…” That made sense. That’s why she had a hypnokink. She always got so turned on thinking about hypnosis.

“Your cunt is wet.”

“My cunt is wet.”

“You want to touch it.”

“I want to touch it.” All Paula wanted to do was rub her needy cunt and relieve her pent-up tension. Tension that just got worse and worse with every slow swing of the pendulum.

“But you can’t touch, Paula. I have hypnotized you, and you obey me. You can’t touch yourself, Paula.”

“mmff…n-n-no…” Paula begged.

“Your arms are glued to your sides now. Feel them press against your sides, completely stuck. Can’t move them for all the world. The more you try, the more your arms will stay, completely glued, to your sides as your pussy gets hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter. 3, 2, 1, arms stuck now!”

Miraja whipped away the pendulum as Paual’s arms went rigid and flattened out against her thighs and ribs.

Paula couldn’t help but whimper.

“Aww, what’s wrong, honey?” Miraja teased. “Is something distracting you?”

“I…oh, fuck, I’m so horny!!” she confessed.

“Really? Well, why don’t you just jill yourself off? Give that hot cunt of yours a good workout, hmm? Tell me why not.”

“Cause…cause I can’t move my arms!” Just saying it made her pussy throb more. She crossed her legs, hoping to find some friction to stimulate her.

“Why not?” Miraja said with a knowing grin.

“B-b-because…you…hypnotized me!”

Her pussy was on fire! She felt like the slightest breeze on her clit would send her over the edge.

“Mmm…that’s correct. Doesn’t that make you so hot to say that?”

“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Paula just wanted to hump the air, anything to quell the burning pleasure flowing through her clit. Miraja ran her tongue over her top teeth and let her hand hover a mere inch in front of Paula’s neatly trimmed pussy. She made slow, teasing motions with her fingers, not even touching the tortured woman, but sending ripples of pleasure straight through her.

“Do you want me to let you touch yourself?”

“Yes! Oh, please, yes!”

“Then I just need one little thing from you first,” she nuzzled into Paula’s shoulder, still tantalizing her sex with her hand.

“I want your name,” she whispers.

“But, but you know my name! It’s Paula.”

“No, I don’t want you to tell me your name. I want you to give me your name.”

Miraja reared back, her eyes shining into Paula’s.

“I want to take your name right out of your head. You’ll give it to me and won’t have it anymore. I’ll keep it nice and safe until I’m ready to give it back. I want to steal your name.”

Paula wanted to cum so bad, but she wasn’t about to give up her name. How could she?

“N-no! I can’t…give you my name,” Paula said.

The pendulum came up, swinging in front of her eyes again. Her brain floated along, quiet and placid.

“You don’t have to give it to me, sweetie. You’re just going to let me take it.”

“Let you take it…” Paula mumbled, her eyes magnetized to the pendant.

“Just let me reach into your mind. Watching my pendant, making you nice and sleepy…docile and dopey for me…as I reach my fingers into your mind. They feel good, like I’m giving your brain a soothing massage. You feel relaxed and happy…say that…”

“I feel relaxed and happy…”

“Good girl, give me a smile now,”

Paula smiled wide and felt her troubles just melt away. She lost herself to the mesmerizing sway of the pendant and let the woman in charge just play with her mind, imagining her fingers twisting through every corner of her brain.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl for me,” Miraja said as she held up her closed fist and let the pendulum drop again. “I have your name here in my hand. It’s not in your head anymore. It’s mine now. What is your name, sweetie?”

Paula tried to think. She kept searching the corners of her mind, trying to find any clue that could help her remember her name. The name that her husband called her by every day.

“I…I don’t know…” she finally admitted.

“That’s because I have your name now,” Miraja said with a grin. “But don’t worry. I’m going to keep it nice and safe right here.”

The flashy lady tucked her hand between her cleavage, pushed up by her corset.

“I’ll give it back to you when I’m ready, but for now, your name can be Poppy. Poppy the porn star!”

“P-p-poppy? But that’s…not my real name…”

The pendant came up in front of her face again.

“Yes, it is. Your name is Poppy the porn star,” Miraja asserted.

“My name is Poppy, the porn star,” Poppy repeated back, mindlessly.

“Good. Your name is Poppy and you’re a porn star. You’re my porn star.”

“My name is Poppy. I am your porn star.”

It felt so right to say those words.

Miraja nodded, looking her new porn star up and down. Finally, she let the pendulum drop and rang a small bell on her hip.

“Let’s get you prepped then,” she said as a young, naked blonde woman came in through a hidden door carrying a tray with a small jar and a sequined veil. Miraja wasted no time tying the veil around her own face, making sure that the hidden breath mask fit snugly over her nose and mouth.

“Lily dear. Help Poppy apply her special cream. Focus on her tits and thighs, yes?”

“Yes, Miraja,” the blonde, Lily, said dreamily, her eyes blank and unseeing.

Miraja turned Poppy’s head so she was staring back into the mirror, watching as Lily scooped out a few fingerfuls of goopy, milky white cream and began to smear it across her chest, her hands slipping around the contours of her B cup breasts.

Poppy inhaled deep through her nose and nearly lost her balance. The smell of the cream was sweet and strong, like vanilla chai with hints of rose and cinnamon. It invaded her senses and made her head feel floaty and bubbly. It was all she could do to stop herself from collapsing into the arms of the dazed woman who was slathering her tits with the slick lotion.

“Balancing nice and easy on your feet,” Miraja coached, her lower face now hidden by the silk veil. “Letting my special cream work its magic on you. Just focus on the mirror, Poppy. Look what the cream is doing to your body.”

Poppy obeyed, focusing on the mirror in front of her and her skin, now shiny with the thin layer of cream. The cool sensation of the lotion gave way to a heat that spread over her tits and tingled in her nipples. The sensation made her cunt begin to drip as she felt the heat spread out over her body.

Then, impossibly, she saw her tits begin to swell.

It was only a little bit at first, maybe just an illusion of the fun house mirror. The more Poppy focused on her reflection, the more she pictured her boobs growing to C and the D cups, their creamy weight pulling down on the front of her chest. Her head tilted to the side in stupefied amazement as she watched her body molded like a piece of silly putty.

Lily worked her way down to her hips and thighs now, ringing her hands around Poppy’s fit, but thin, upper legs and massaging the slippery cream deep into her skin. She watched her thighs in the mirror start to fill out into two powerful columns of muscle and fat. The woman standing in front of her, smiling back from the mirror, wasn’t the delicate, angelic-looking Paula that had come into the fun house doors, but was now the thicc, curvy redhead Poppy, with plush, needy tits and a slick, drooling cunt.

The smell of the cream surrounded her, permeated her. It made her ache to touch herself, to do anything for sexual gratification.

“Well done, Lily,” said Miraja, “now go get Fred for me, please.”

“Yes, Miraja,” Lily droned. Miraja sent her out of the room with a playful smack on her round ass.

While they waited, Miraja stepped behind Poppy, letting her elegant fingers trace down the woman’s shoulders, her eyes staring at her from the mirror.

“You feel so good now, Poppy. My special cream is changing your body. Changing your mind, too. But that’s okay, because you want this. Remember, you’ve always been a secret hypno fetishist. You’d do anything I say, right?”

“I…I…” This was so much for Poppy’s brain to handle. Was she always called Poppy?

Miraja lifted up her pendant again, letting it drift back and forth in front of the redhead’s face. Poppy’s melted into a blissful smile.

“I will do anything you say…”she cooed.

“Why, Poppy?”

“Because…” the pendant’s sway was so soft, so seductive. “Because you hypnotized me.”

“And you love being hypnotized, don’t you?” Miraja murmured into her ear.

“I love being hypnotized,” Poppy repeated. It was true. How could anyone not like being so sexy like this?

The side door opened, and a handsome man with well-defined muscles marched in. Miraja gently turned Poppy to face the man who was, unsurprisingly, completely naked and sporting a giant boner.

“Look at my man, Fred, there,” Miraja instructed Poppy. “I also had Lily give him my special cream, and he’s just as hot for action as you are now. You two are both my drugged up, hypnotized porn slaves. How does that make you feel, Poppy?”

“MMmmm!...so hot!” Poppy blurted out. Fred looked completely stoned out of his mind, his eyes glazed over, and a stupid smile glued to his face.

“Drop to your knees, Poppy,” Miraja said, giving the woman a gentle push on her shoulders. Poppy dropped to the floor, her eyes level with Fred’s aching cock. She found she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Fred is rather well endowed, isn’t he?” said Miraja. “He wasn’t always such an impressive specimen, but with a few ‘coaching’ sessions from me, he’s become quite the stud. You like his cock, don’t you?”

“I…I like his cock,” Poppy echoed. She could smell the same vanilla and rose scent wafting from the man’s eager prick, mixed with something salty and masculine. It was making her head swim with arousal.

“Keep watching.”

Miraja held out her finger to Fred and started gently waving it in front of his face, drawing the entranced man’s gaze back and forth. He followed it with his head, sending small undulations down his jacked body. The oscillations eventually made it to his cock, making it swing back and forth like a lewd metronome.

“Watch the cock, Poppy,” Miraja commanded. “Watch it go back and forth. Back…and forth…just like my little charm. His cock is charming you, Poppy. It’s hypnotizing you. Back and forth…nothing to think about but the hard cock…”

“Cock…hypnotizing me…” Poppy’s head was shaking back and forth along to the rhythm, all of it conducted by the simple motion of Miraja’s finger, dangling in front of Fred’s eyes.

“You love being hypnotized, Poppy.”

“Yes…” She just wanted to surrender. Give in to all the horny feelings bubbling up inside and let the hypnotic woman take control.

“You obey your hypnotist. Who is your hypnotist?”

“…Miraja’s my hypnotist…” Poppy side, the words bubbling into her addled mind.

“Very good. Suck his cock now.”

Poppy didn’t need to be told twice. She leaned forward, moaning as his girth filled up her mouth and stretched open her lips. She had only gone down on Dave a few times before, and Fred seemed to have a lot more circumference to take care of. Miraja crouched low, giving Poppy pointers. To use her tongue over his tip, to fondle his balls, and squeeze him at the base.

Fred, for his part, never complained. He only stayed rigid hard, his quickening breath the only sign that he was getting close to climax.

“Slow down now, Poppy,” Miraja commanded, running her hand over Fred’s bulging thigh muscle. “Tease out a good load from him.”

Poppy obeyed, delighting in the warm drops of precum she could tasted dripping down the back of her throat. She toyed with Fred, bringing him to the brink and back again until the disciplined man was swaying unsteadily on his feet.

“Suck nice and hard now, Poppy. Give him some good tugs on his shaft.”

Poppy attacked the stiff cock with a vengeance, letting her tongue flick around him until, with a mighty roar, Fred shot her mouth full of cum. Fred grunted and panted like an animal as his muscles tensed, but he didn’t’ move an inch away from her mouth. Poppy moaned and continued to gently suck and stroke him, milking out every drop of semen from his spasming prick.

Finally, Fred deflated, his shoulders slumping and his eyes closing down. Miraja gently guided him away from Poppy and walked him to a nearby chair in the corner of the room, letting him lie back on the plush cushions, his strong legs spread out and his cock lying completely spent on his thigh.

“He’ll need a quick nap after that,” Miraja explained as she helped Poppy to her feet again. She took out a small handkerchief and wiped away a stream of cum from Poppy’s chin as the woman stared into space.

“Be honest with yourself, you liked that, didn’t you, Poppy?”

She didn’t need to push Poppy along with her swinging pedulum this time. The curvy woman eagerly nodded her head.

"Yes! Yes, I loved it!”

“You love making men happy for me, don’t you?”

“Yes! I love making men happy!”

“You’ll make more men happy for me, Poppy. Men, women, anyone I tell you to, you will give them a wild time and let them use your body for their pleasure.”

“Yes!” Poppy said, unable to keep from grinning like a horny bimbo.

“And why is that, Poppy?” Miraja asked, knowingly.

“Because I am your hypnotized porn star!” Poppy said with every ounce of enthusiasm.

Miraja smiled from under her veil. There was such wonderful pleasure in helping other people realize their dreams.

“Then come with me, Poppy. I’ll show you my special studio where we can give you a lot more practice.”

She curled her finger, beckoning the woman to follow her out of the room, leaving Fred blissfully sleeping off his orgasm among the sparkling lights of the mirrors.