I'm just here for the hypno

agesavage:

The pretty, freckled, ginger girl blinks, snapping back onto reality. She’s woozy, disoriented. She knows only three things for sure: she’s very confused, she’s totally naked, and just a second ago, there were three people in the room.

Now though, there are only two.

The second occupant of the room peers into the ginger girl’s eyes and smirks a knowing smirk.

“That worked a lot better than I thought it would… are you both in there?”

The ginger girl sudders and whimpers, Behind her eyes,overlapping personality traits and memories are warring with one another, clashing and creating paradoxes in her brain.

“Wha….what’s happening? Where’s FrankKay?”

The naked ginger girl suddenly feels dizzy as she tries to say two words simultaneously and her whole mind shudders.

“Ooooh lovely! It seems to be working just great!” says the other person in the room, a raven-haired woman with deep, knowing purple eyes.

A so-called “witch” who goes by the name Savage.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I don’t like it when people break into my house, I really dont like it when people question my witchhood, and I REALLY fucking hate it when little teenage bitches question my choice of decor!”

As the witch gets angrier, purple haze starts venting from her eyes, and the dizzy ginger girl flinches.

“You, a few minutes ago, as I’m sure you’re trying to figure out, were two very seperate people. Im sure you are very confused by your sudden abundance of memories, two different childhoods, two different sets of birthdays, two different personalities, right?”

The ginger girl, so disarmed by the swirling mess inside her.head, just sobs and nods.

“Well when you came in here and were both so very rude to me, I decided to just sort of….. smoosh your timelines. Imagine you’re the sides of a zipper, and I’m going to zip you both together! We’re going to take some of her life, and some of his life, trim all the rest, and really teach you both a nice little lesson!”

The witches words ring true. Inside the ginger girl’s head, two personalities, two sets of memories are merging, becoming one. Already, their recollection of their home life is totally different to what they know it should be. Instead of Frank and Kay’s families being next-door neighbours, with their kids growing up and playing together, everything is kind of… smooshed. Kay’s pretty mother married to Frank’s drunk of a father. Their house is built like Frank’s, but is filled with the decor of Kay’s. Moments merge so that they are at once recognisable to both, but also different and unsettling. A lifetime of moments zip by, cementing their place as the only, true memory of their history.

Savage chuckles and waves her hands, pausing their view for a moment. A memory from before, showing Kay, dressed in a leotard, gracefully performing gymnastics, surrounded by adoring spectators.

“Quite the athlete huh? Look’s like you’ve been taken with gymnastics your entire life… At it every day… trophies, training… Driven by your desire to be the best. You were completely obsessed with it!  We can work with that, can’t we?”

“Obsessed? How dare you? I just… I enjoy the sport, it’s my life okay! Don’t you fucking judge me!” Kay screeches within her and Frank’s shared mind.

“You are a little obsessed,” Frank’s thought-voice chimes in timidly. Reliving these memories from this angle, he can see Kay’s whole life revolves around it, as do most of her thoughts, all of her ambitions…. All centred around being the very best at this one thing she loves…

“Speaking of obsessions, aren’t we keeping one of our own to ourselves?” Savage asks, snapping her attention to Frank, bringing up another memory, this time one of his.

“Nooo… Please don’t…. Don’t show her that…” Frank begs, but the memory rises to the surface anyway, for all to see. A memory of Frank, watching through his closed curtains, one hand down his pants, as Kay next door changes her clothes.

“Ew! You watched me get dressed? I thought you were my friend! How could you?”

“That’s not all he does,” chuckles Savage, waving a hand and revealing the extent of this behaviour.

A cavalcade of memories rush by, all of them involving Frank’s many instances of lust. To Kay’s shock, Frank’s sexual tastes are wide, and extremely developed…. She sees Frank masturbating to her facebook profile picture, Frank taking photos of her and later squirting semen all over the part with her face on it. It seems Frank has been hiding an obsessive lust for his neighbour and friend, one that has grown in secret over the years. She chokes a little as in the fleet of a moment, she witnesses years and years of Frank masturbating many, many times, to all sorts of different porn and weird shit on the internet, bondage, gangbangs, pet play… and imagining Kay’s helpless face every single time. Kay shudders as she experiences these memories, finally losing her temper at the memory of Frank cumming under her sheets, only inches from her ass at a friendly sleepover they’d once had.

“You fucking perv! I thought we were friends, and instead you just wanna fuck me? Oh groooossss…  All that weird porn shit? You’re getting off imagining me in all those disgusting videos? You’re sick!”

“Kay, it- it’s not as bad as it seems… You’re just so hot, and I get so… sometimes I can’t help myself… I don’t do it that often…”

“Yes you do! Oh fucking yuck! I can see so much of it! You’re sick!

They continue bickering for a few moments while Savage chuckles.

“Hmmm an over-obsession with Gymnastics… and skeevy little wanker… alright… These should be rather fun to merge…. Aaaaand ZIP!

Frank and Kay’s inner voices stop arguing suddenly as the zip goes up a notch, merging their memories into one new history.

For her, suddenly memories of hours and hours of gymnastics turn to memories of herself, filled with lust and curiosity, looking up weird stuff on the internet. Trying out for the school gymnastics team, as her parents looked on proudly, became discretely touching herself to porn for the first time, on her laptop at the kitchen table while her family watched tv in the adjoining room. Pleasant times like making friends with her fellow gymnasts and finding her body’s fluidity and grace all morphed in front of her mind’s eye, into chatting with strangers online in the dead of the night, discovering a range of new fetishes and the addictive thrill of fingering herself to filthier and filthier porn.

She sobs and shudders as even a moment she deeply treasures warps beyond recognition. The day she had decided to dedicate her life to the sport, a day where she had landed a perfect septuple somersault on the balance beam, surrounded by her friends and supporters, folded into her new timeline. It too, changed shape, until all that she could remember of that day was how she had broken her own limits… how she had.been irreversably changed…. but in a different way. She’d been extra pumped up, her online friends had floated the idea and then been pressuring her to do it for weeks. On that day, in front of hundreds of strangers, she’d strapped herself onto a sybian that had arrived in the mail, bound her hands so she couldn’t get away, and ridden it to 7 back-to-back mind-melting orgasms. 

With horror, Kay realized how similar the two situations were, how many little details carried over. After the 4th orgasm, she’d felt so dizzy, weak, like she wanted to give up, but her supporters cheering her on had kept her there. Right before the 7th, she’d had a moment of panic and pure fear, but before she even knew what was happening she had made it, she came harder than she ever had before and the rush of endorphins through her had made her mind weak and vulnerable, totally addicting her to what she’d just done. Trapped there, totally unable to move, in the daze and the sweat, her belly twitching, her body totally exhausted, a flood of intense pleasure rushing through her, she had discovered the way her body reacted to being watched by strangers, and recalled very clearly the conclusion she came to, the crystal-clear realisation that she wanted desperately to do this again. To be admired, To feel fucking fantastic while doing so. To become a world-class porn star, and be lusted after by people all over the world.

His memories too change, in a way much less drastically, but in another way much more so. His lazy afternoons of feeling horny, jerking his cock and watching a bit of porn now contain new features: an overdeveloped female body, and the frenzy, passion and enthusiasm that Kay had bought to her gymnastics. Frank whimpers as hours and days and weeks and years of first-person female masturbation fill his memories.

A lifetime of having a dripping pussy and fucking it to intense, overwhelming orgasm over and over hit him like a freight train. His roughness with himself while he fantasized about Kay next door translated over to his new timeline, where they were now the memories of the ultimate sexual narcissist. She grew to love watching herself perform, his secret, desperate crush on Kay was now her fetish for watching herself orgasm, for seeing herself as she got off. Memories of how badly she was attracted to her own body grew to encompass her whole life, until he remembered single instances of catching glimpses of her own reflection or looking down at her own ample cleavage causing her to feel a rush of heat and soak her underwear with arousal. One of his most regular pastimes, touching himself while looking at photos he secretly took of Kay, turned into intense mirror masturbation sessions, locking eyes with herself while she came, roughly diddling her clit until she collapsed from the intensity of her own orgasms.

As these memories merged with Kays, and everything began to slot together, both began to recall their first time recording their own porn on their phone, how the addiction of being watched combined with the fetish she had for her own body. She started small, recording herself masturbating in her room, and watching it back obsessively, cumming hard at seeing her own lithe body be so dirty. Then one night, in a fit of horniness, she’d uploaded her entire collection to the internet and experienced the thrill of knowing that strangers were jerking off to her all the time. She would finger herself for hours, watching the view countcounts rise and cumming to reading the graphic, lewd comments about herself….

Frank and Kay both reeled as their new memories settled in, totally replacing the old ones.

“What the fuck…. I’m a girl… a slutty girl? I… I should remember being a guy… I still know I am one… but… Jesus…” Frank thinks, a lifetime of looking down to see a feminine perspective replacing all his old memories. “I can’t… I can’t remember my own dick!”

“What the fuck you disgusting pervert! You’re upset you remember the horror of being a woman?” Kay shoots back, outraged by her own updated memories as a teenage masturbation enthusiast and amatuer pornstar. “Oh my god, I can’t remember gymnastics at all… just… oh my god… all your fucking wanking!”

“Me? What the fuck, it was YOUR stupid obsession and single mindedness that made us such an addict… Oh my god, your body… Female orgasms… So many of them… I can’t even think straight…”

“Well that was certainly entertaining! Seems like your timelines merged in some fun little ways there! Gosh, her drive and focus on top of his little hobbies and interests… The merged version of you certainly loves to touch herself, doesn’t she?

Kay, totally horrified at her new memories, does her best to recall any little detail from her other life, but the more she delves, the more dirty memories rise… and the more aroused their shared body becomes… Their tight teenage vagina moistens and starts puffing up, as its years of overuse have conditioned it to do at the drop of a hat….

“Kay, stop bringing up these memories! It’s making me so horny… I don’t want this…. Oh god, I have a cunt! A fucking cunt! I can feel it getting…. wet…. throbbing…. Fuuuck why does it feel so good?”

“No! Fuck I’m not this pervert…. I… I did gymnastics… I was the best… I won gold medals… I know I did… “

“Well, do you remember it? You remember that you should remember it…Or maybe you just think you should… But is that really the same thing? Somehow, I just don’t think so… Shall we continue?” Savage asks, chuckling to herself as she reaches around the quivering girl, roughly grabbing her by the cunt and stimulating her swollen clit, extracting an involuntary, guttural moan from the fused boy-girl.

The witch giggles to herself as she looks again into the mind of the former pair of friends, now trapped together in the body of an easily-aroused narcissistic nymphomaniac, and wonders what other effects the timeline merge spell might have…