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2 months ago
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Flesh Hypnosis: Amateurish
Don't hypno the flesh if you are a noob.
(Woman into bull)
How and why someone like Camilla Esperansa was in Zhi Tong’s cramped room late one weekend night instead of being on the dance floor of some exclusive club is a mystery that requires an entire story to tell. The two young women and coworkers, were polar opposites after all. Camilla, the department chief, was a white, buxom bombshell, her wild curly blonde hair and large green eyes were already top model worthy, but she had the whole package, height, ample breasts, curvy buttocks, the face of a stone Aphrodite and a body she kept at its athletic peak with rigorous weekly gym sessions. Zhi, a new intern, was on the other hand, and pointing it out as respectfully as possible, rather dorky looking, asian, pale and not even remotely fit, her brown hair braided into a pair of pigtails that hung down on top of her flat chest. She had some cuteness to her, in her clumsy manners and awkwardness, but mean eyes would focus too much on her brown eyes, thick eyebrows or porky nose and deem her a dull sight. A cute dork is still a dork to a bully.
One was fierce and strong willed, always finding a way to get what she immediately desired.
One is meek, nervous, nerdy and weak to manipulation.
It might be easy to tell which one was which.
How they ended together in the room is perhaps the simplest part of this narration to explain: Because Camilla wanted it so. After poking Zhi for several months she had finally found something that caught her attention, so she cornered her during a break and asked for a meeting after work and what could Zhi do but say yes to the requests?
So there they were together, out of their business suits, wearing comfy clothes. There was no space in the room for chairs, Camilla sat on the floor with her back against the bed while Zhi noisily looked for something inside her petite scrambled closet.
Camilla yawned, wearing shorts, a t-shirt and red flip flops, with blue nail polish on fingers and toes. She gave the room another inspection, walls full of posters of anime characters, a tiny desk with a laptop and small stool, tons and tons of figurines of the characters on the posters, on the single shelf in the space and on the desk. On the bed, between the plushes of happy farm animals, there was a long pillow with a depiction of the anime character that seemed to show up the most in the collection of merch. He was depicted laying half naked and sexily showing his abs with a blush on his face.
Must be Zhi’s favorite.
It made Camilla frown.
“HERE IT IS!” squeaked Zhi with triumphant enthusiasm as she pulled out an old shoebox that originally contained a pair of black tennis shoes.
She rushed, or more correctly spun round, to face Camilla. Kneeling down she put the box on the floor. Zhi was wearing simple, comfy clothes, a pajama shirt, panties, her prescription glasses and black socks.
“Sorry it took me so long to find it,” she apologized. “Haven’t tidied up the closet in a while and… have to keep this stuff well hidden cause, well,” snickers. “You know why!”
Camilla stretched showing off her bust and sat crossing her legs.
“It’s fine, no hurry on my part.”
“Of course you aren’t in a hurry, cause,” Zhi blushes and giggles. “Cause you are the TF victim!” Camilla wasn’t bothered by that remark.”Luckily my roommates are out for the weekend so we have plenty of time!” jumpy fingers opened the shoebox, unraveling its content.
Magicks, trinkets and other arknae gizmos.
A humble collection of tools for an amateur practitioner of the simplest forms of witchcraft, some spare runes, a pendulum, an empty vial, an incoherent assortment of notes, dice, a couple of pencils, three black feathers, the skull of a squirrel, half a pentagram and the most important, an overly used book with a pendulum on a chain as its bookmark and with the corners of its cover wrinkled, that Zhi picked up with careful reverence and showed to her guest.
“With this I can transform you into any beast!”
Time had faded the face of the sexy woman in a dress in the middle of the cover into a blur, but the large title in bold letters remained legible: Flesh Hypnosis For Dummies, by Madame Garcha.
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The rest of the tale will be exclusive for subs for a few months, read it in advance in one of these links!
-> https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2126804
-> https://www.fanbox.cc/@senorincogni.....posts/10753682
Don't hypno the flesh if you are a noob.
(Woman into bull)
How and why someone like Camilla Esperansa was in Zhi Tong’s cramped room late one weekend night instead of being on the dance floor of some exclusive club is a mystery that requires an entire story to tell. The two young women and coworkers, were polar opposites after all. Camilla, the department chief, was a white, buxom bombshell, her wild curly blonde hair and large green eyes were already top model worthy, but she had the whole package, height, ample breasts, curvy buttocks, the face of a stone Aphrodite and a body she kept at its athletic peak with rigorous weekly gym sessions. Zhi, a new intern, was on the other hand, and pointing it out as respectfully as possible, rather dorky looking, asian, pale and not even remotely fit, her brown hair braided into a pair of pigtails that hung down on top of her flat chest. She had some cuteness to her, in her clumsy manners and awkwardness, but mean eyes would focus too much on her brown eyes, thick eyebrows or porky nose and deem her a dull sight. A cute dork is still a dork to a bully.
One was fierce and strong willed, always finding a way to get what she immediately desired.
One is meek, nervous, nerdy and weak to manipulation.
It might be easy to tell which one was which.
How they ended together in the room is perhaps the simplest part of this narration to explain: Because Camilla wanted it so. After poking Zhi for several months she had finally found something that caught her attention, so she cornered her during a break and asked for a meeting after work and what could Zhi do but say yes to the requests?
So there they were together, out of their business suits, wearing comfy clothes. There was no space in the room for chairs, Camilla sat on the floor with her back against the bed while Zhi noisily looked for something inside her petite scrambled closet.
Camilla yawned, wearing shorts, a t-shirt and red flip flops, with blue nail polish on fingers and toes. She gave the room another inspection, walls full of posters of anime characters, a tiny desk with a laptop and small stool, tons and tons of figurines of the characters on the posters, on the single shelf in the space and on the desk. On the bed, between the plushes of happy farm animals, there was a long pillow with a depiction of the anime character that seemed to show up the most in the collection of merch. He was depicted laying half naked and sexily showing his abs with a blush on his face.
Must be Zhi’s favorite.
It made Camilla frown.
“HERE IT IS!” squeaked Zhi with triumphant enthusiasm as she pulled out an old shoebox that originally contained a pair of black tennis shoes.
She rushed, or more correctly spun round, to face Camilla. Kneeling down she put the box on the floor. Zhi was wearing simple, comfy clothes, a pajama shirt, panties, her prescription glasses and black socks.
“Sorry it took me so long to find it,” she apologized. “Haven’t tidied up the closet in a while and… have to keep this stuff well hidden cause, well,” snickers. “You know why!”
Camilla stretched showing off her bust and sat crossing her legs.
“It’s fine, no hurry on my part.”
“Of course you aren’t in a hurry, cause,” Zhi blushes and giggles. “Cause you are the TF victim!” Camilla wasn’t bothered by that remark.”Luckily my roommates are out for the weekend so we have plenty of time!” jumpy fingers opened the shoebox, unraveling its content.
Magicks, trinkets and other arknae gizmos.
A humble collection of tools for an amateur practitioner of the simplest forms of witchcraft, some spare runes, a pendulum, an empty vial, an incoherent assortment of notes, dice, a couple of pencils, three black feathers, the skull of a squirrel, half a pentagram and the most important, an overly used book with a pendulum on a chain as its bookmark and with the corners of its cover wrinkled, that Zhi picked up with careful reverence and showed to her guest.
“With this I can transform you into any beast!”
Time had faded the face of the sexy woman in a dress in the middle of the cover into a blur, but the large title in bold letters remained legible: Flesh Hypnosis For Dummies, by Madame Garcha.
---
The rest of the tale will be exclusive for subs for a few months, read it in advance in one of these links!
-> https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2126804
-> https://www.fanbox.cc/@senorincogni.....posts/10753682
