John27:

Is that Jen?

Alias13516:

What’s going on?

“Honey? Are you listening to me?” Nathan insisted. Jennifer offered no response, unblinking eyes seeing right through him as she touched herself. “What the...?” He thought, using his back to obstruct the camera view. He pushed her slightly beyond the bedroom door’s threshold and returned to his streaming setup to announce:

With that taken care of, he darted out of the bedroom, followed by his fluffy four-legged pet. Jennifer leaned against the corridor wall, shoulders drooping, three fingers inside her slick pussy. A gentle moan escaped her lips as he pushed even deeper and smiled.

Something stirred inside her mind, his sudden scream shattering her altered perception of the world. Stumbling on her own feet, Jennifer landed on the carpeted floor and bit her lower lip on the fall.

“I don’t know. It seemed like you were elsewhere.”

“Yeah, you did.” He sat beside her and kissed her forehead. “That was weird.”

“That’s okay. It’s a strange movie, anyway. Are you feeling okay now?”

“But what?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“When was that? How long have you been there?”

“Me neither. It appears you were affected by the movie somehow, which is odd.”

“Hypnotist from Outer Space. It’s an obscure cult classic.”

“They sure did. It’s been highly requested for a while now. Are you sure you remember nothing else?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“No clue, but this...” he pointed at her dripping pussy. “... this isn’t natural.”

“Sure.”

“You didn’t have to come with me.” Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognized her reflection.

“Please don’t. I know how much this venture means to you. Go back out there and give them a show. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“And I appreciate it, I really do, but this is your special night. I don’t wish to be a burden.”

She splashed some water on her face and then turned on the shower. A warm jet of water running down her body was everything she needed before going to bed.

“And work? How was your day?”

“Tell me.”

“Sure.”

“I caught him stealing Vodka at the end of his shift.”

“Nope. And it seems like it wasn’t the first time either. The prick laughed on my face when I confronted him about it, but he’s going to pay for it big time.”

“Yeah. I already told the boss what happened. He’s going down, but it’s such a bloody mess.”

“Me too.” She undid her clothes and stepped inside the shower and beckoned him with a sultry smile. “If you’re not in a hurry to return to your audience, want to help me clean?”

“I can live with that. How about you?”

“When did you get so big?” She purred like a cat in heat.

“Is that what you really want to talk about?” She dropped to her knees to help him take off his pants.

“I’d rather have you inside me. When was the last time we did something like this?”

“Then let’s not waste another moment.” She reached for his hard cock and twisted it inside her right hand. “Hmm, that’s it! That’s the way I like it.”

“Trying to show off?” She kissed him avidly to break his dominating concentration. It was her favorite tactic; one she could proudly proclaim herself as an expert.

“No, but I love it when you do...” She freed the left arm and wrapped his neck around it, guiding him to the perfect space between her tits. Nathan breathed in their intoxicating scent, the tip of his tongue circling the closest nipple.

“Then, why don’t you?”

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, they emerged from the sweaty pod, blushing like horny teenagers who had just had their first sexual encounter. She was wrapped in a pink towel while he remained naked.

“Mine, too.” Nathan kissed her right earlobe and suggested: “Maybe we should go for round two.”

“What?” He feigned annoyance.

“What if I don’t want to go back?”

“What about you?”

“Are you sure you’re fully recovered from whatever that episode was?”

“That seems far-fetched.”

“I will need some fresh clothes then.” He headed to his side of the walk-in closet, a small cubicle compared to the rest of the space where she kept her attires. He put on a new pair of jeans, a comfortable leaf-print shirt in shades of blue and green, and said his goodbyes.

“You remind me of it every day. Say ‘hi’ to everyone for me, okay?”

Nathan left the bedroom, a towel in hand to finish drying his hair on his way back, and a slew of unanswered questions stuck in his throat. Jennifer said she was fine, and he wanted to believe her, but the lingering feeling of uneasiness remained. While he hadn’t been vocal about it while the camera and thousands of prying eyes were on him, he too had experienced something off while watching the first half of the movie. He wasn’t sure whether to attribute it to the sound design, the lighting prowess on display or simply the good looks of the main character, but Samuel Brown’s sci-fi extravaganza was more than its quirky nature for sure and chat knew about it.

A quick internet search on his phone produced surprising results. Upon its release, Hypnotist from Outer Space was considered a flop, with its box office earnings failing short of its overall budget by about twenty percent. Critics lambasted the third act for its sloppy editing as well as “poor plot decisions”—whatever that meant! There was also concern from ultra-religious groups concerning the moral stance the movie was trying to defend. However, the star of the search was a tabloid article whose concluding sentence was no other than: “despite a strong start and some impressive camera work, Samuel Brown’s sci-fi romp crawls towards its ending in such a forgettable fashion that half of the people inquired after leaving the theater didn’t even remember what they had just seen. You might as well forget to spend your money on it, too.”

“Hey, everyone. I’m back. Sorry to keep you waiting but, like I said, something came up, and I had to see to it. Everything should be okay now. By the way, for those of you that know her, Jennifer is in the house and she asked me to say “hi” on her behalf so... Hi! I hope you’ve been enjoying yourselves tonight so far and that you haven’t given the mods any trouble while I was gone. Mods, is everything okay on your end?”

RexJ (Mod):

Everything is a-okay.

TheGreatTom (Mod):

Sorry, I had to go away for a bit too because of the twins. They’re finally asleep now, thank God!

MoviePhanGreatestFan:

How’s Jen, by the way? I would love it if she were to watch the rest of this with you, but I guess she’s exhausted.

“Yes, she is, so you’re stuck with me.”

Allthebestnamesweretaken:

I wouldn’t mind being stuck with you anywhere.

DannyO:

More flirting? You’ve learned nothing from this stream, have you?

Allthebestnamesweretaken:

Relax, I’m kidding.

WalterZ:

Something came up, huh? I know exactly what it was.

No1buttMe:

What do you mean?

WalterZ:

Isn’t it obvious? He changed his clothes, his hair is still wet, and he’s been gone for way too long. You have my respect, Phan. I’m sure it was worth it.

RexJ (Mod):

Now, you’re being inappropriate. Here’s a little timeout to cool off.

WalterZ:

Wait! It was just a silly joke.

User WalterZ has been temporarily suspended. Minutes until the suspension is over:

15.

RexJ (Mod):

I hope that was okay, Phan.

“Yeah, Rex. I trust you completely. Thanks. To be fair, guys, I thought of stopping for now and continue this at another time, but Jennifer reminded me many of you have been waiting for this for quite some time and I don’t want to let you down so let’s get this going again, okay?”

DannyO:

Yay! Thank you, Phan.

Ggwin:

You’re an outstanding guy. Thank you for everything you do for us.

Nathan took a sip to hydrate himself, adjusted his slightly sore muscles on the chair once more, and resumed the reaction/commentary.

The alien hypnotist’s piercing gaze took hold of the screen, the synth sounds in the background dropping an octave and then another almost instantly, creating a strange dissonant effect reverberating through his headphones. Her eyes were even prettier this time, something he never thought possible, and he could feel the air been drawn out of his lungs as he remained transfixed by this otherworldly majestic vision. Even after the scene was over, he needed some extra time to collect his thoughts.

Kizzme:

You’ll need more than one considering what’s coming.

RexJ (Mod):

Agreed.

“Man, look at the body language and the posture of the Sheriff right now! First, he was all cocky, going around like a Macho man that could do no wrong, and now he’s just a whimpering mess. I’m still unsure of her motivations, but I’m confident they’ll be revealed, soon. And of course, he’s her thrall, now! Her power is so overwhelming he has no choice but to follow her lead and do exactly as she commands. Movies always do this exaggerated account of hypnosis and mind control for some reason. Not a dig at this one, mind you. I’m talking about the creative landscape as a whole. It’s a cliche, guys, and one that rarely adds much to the films themselves. Still, things are what they are, I guess, and one needs to consider this movie is almost fifty years old.

* * *

Meanwhile, Jennifer laid in bed, eyes glued to the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep, the gap in her memories still very much present and growing with each passing second. The alien hypnotist’s magnetic stare was burned into her retinae like a cattle brand, binding her to a mysterious fate she couldn’t yet comprehend. A sensation of incompleteness spiraled across her burning thighs, pushing away the need to rest in favor of an addictive desire that couldn’t be sated by normal means. She needed more!