Helicopter
“Honey, control your magic!” Patricia exclaimed.
“What do you mean?” Judy asked.
“You called your brother a baby and now he´s wearing diapers. Then you called your father a pig and…” a snout brushed against her legs.
“I’ll be careful, but stop being such a helicopter mom, okay?”
Spinning blades tore the kitchen in half.
I learned something new today. I had literally never heard the expression “helicopter mom” before and I thought it was so funny I decided to do something with it. For some bizarre reason, I decided to make the expression literal with some botched magic and this weird little thing came out. Magic and transformations are often associated with mind control. These are two topics I still don’t use much in these little tales but I think I’m getting better in that department. Expect to see more magical stuff appear here throughout the year.
Think Small
The swelling refused to stop.
“You said there wouldn’t be side effects!” Peter complained.
“The mind often plays tricks on us…” Ashley replied.
“Are you saying this is my fault?”
“You’ve always wanted a bigger cock, baby.”
“How do I fix this?”
“Think small,” she smirked.
Peter whimpered, the need for erections slowly fading away.
I received a Covid booster shot yesterday morning. The only reaction I experienced at the time was a slight swelling on my right arm, but not today. Today, I was in pain pretty much all day, and with violent headaches going on. They’re still here and it’s pretty annoying. Anyway, the work never stops so I got everything done nonetheless, hoping things clear out by tomorrow. I had a similar reaction the first time and it cleared out after forty-eight hours. I’ll wait to see what happens.
Because of all the swelling, I decided to incorporate something similar in a story, except this one is hypnotically-induced. People often use the expression “think big” as a motivational factor to accomplish something but in this case, thinking small is required if you want your man to go into chastity for you. Ashley sure is a piece of work, isn’t she?
Vile Sorcery
Queen Umbra’s army continued to grow.
“What sorcery is she using?” King Harrold asked.
“It’s called… hipnosis, Sire,” Meron, his advisor, replied.
“And how does it work?”
“She sways her hips and everyone becomes her slave. Resisting is impossible. Trust me, I know.”
“You too?”
“I’m sorry, My King.”
A knife glimmered in the darkness.
Random impromptu that came to me after mistakenly writing the word hypnosis wrong. My finger slipped and I accidentally typed an ‘i’ instead of a ‘y’ changing its meaning completely. I wrote this around it for the fun of it and I did say a few days ago you would see more pieces revolving around magic in this year’s challenge, so…
Still Writing
Candace discarded Peter’s manuscript, stepping on its yellowish pages with her six-inch heels.
“This is not what I asked!” she hissed.
“I tried,” he retorted, “but I don’t know anything about femdom hypnosis!”
“Then it’s time for you to learn,” she produced a pendant from her cleavage.
A week has passed. Peter is still writing.
No magic today, just having a bit of fun with writing. I know for a fact I’ve written things before while in an altered state of mind, some good, some bad, some in the middle ground. It’s certainly a unique kind of experience. Inspiration works without hypnosis but I don’t think the Muses mind the extra push.
Anyhow, late night impromptu because Friday was a busy day as usual and tomorrow promises to be even worse. With the end of the month drawing near, there’s always more paperwork to handle, and more crises to deal with. Despite being used to it, it’s always somewhat annoying. Wish me luck handling whatever comes my way in the next twenty-four hours.