Zombie
“Disgusting!” Victor exclaimed, looking away from the computer.
“What is?” Amelia asked, able hands massaging his shoulders and the back of his neck.
“This article about funghi that zombify ants. Thank God we don’t have to deal with this shit!”
“Not yet, but soon…” she thought, a solitary spore emerging from her right index finger.
This piece was inspired by the article I read. Yeah. these things are actually real and gross indeed if you think about it. Fantasies are one thing, but this? Anyway, I adapted the concept to one of these micro-fiction entries. It has a horror vibe to it because I’m still in Halloween mode, it seems. I hope you liked it.
The Cure
Thomas stared silently at the inane male fornication on his computer screen.
“Well?” Katherine queried.
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “You did it! Your hypnosis cured me of my addiction to gay porn!”
“Good,” she smiled. “There’s still hope for you. Here’s your gift.”
She opened another video and dark images of hardcore femdom filled his mind.
The hypno-fetish comes in all forms. One of the most common ones involves sexual “re-arranging” like sissification or becoming gay. I’m not fond of either even though the idea of “forced conversion” is hot in its own way.
Porn addiction can also play a huge part in these fetish scenarios, namely using it as trigger for changing and reinforcing behaviors.
For this piece, I used both. As the controlled party, Thomas must be cleansed from the fetishes that his hypnotic owner finds irrelevant before learning and accepting the new ones. This is what will happen whether he wants it or not.
Slaveway
“Excuse me Miss, but you’re in my seat,” Mayor George McClellan said.
“Oh?” The time-travelling hypnotist replied. ” I suppose… It’s just I like the word ‘subway’ so much.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but ‘slaveway’ is better…”
The Mayor glanced at the passengers behind him, all kneeling in worship. She closed the vehicle’s doors and the ride began.
At 2:35 on the afternoon of October 27, 1904, New York City Mayor George McClellan took the controls on the inaugural run of the city’s innovative new rapid transit system: the subway.
As usual when it comes to historical events, I love to twist them under the fetish knife and this time I did it with a pun. If you’re in New York, the next time you ride the subway remember that perhaps one day you’ll be so lucky to have this happen to you.
S-Unit
“OBIndustries Helpdesk, this is Shauna. How may I help?”
“Hello, my name is Gwen Miles, client number 148993, and my S-Unit is frozen.”
“Have you tried rebooting it, Mrs. Miles?”
“Several times, yes.”
“Please do it again while I check the Unit’s parameters.”
Gwen pressed the red button at the back of her husband’s neck.
Most of the time, the first thing a technician will offer as a solution to one’s technological problems will be “have you tried rebooting?” It happened to me a lot. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes, it doesn’t.
I wrote this piece as a parody of that recurring situation but of course the fetish angle had to come into play. I chose robotization because it fits with the overall theme. Let’s hope this doesn’t happen often when all men are turned into mindless drones in the future.