Entranced

Entranced

"Oooo, you're turning gaaaaay oooo. You crave the diiiicccck, oooooo. You want to dress up like girl and ask
for your boipussy to be pounded ooooo."

"Wilma I..."

"Yes?"

"I want to... to..."

"YES?!"

"Give you a god damned noogie you damn weeb!"

Wilma cried out as Greg reached over and rubbed his knuckles on her head. She flailed about, giving protest, her long, black hair becoming a mess through the process. Well, more of a mess anyway. When Greg finally relented, she pulled back and crossed her arms, pouting as she looked away.

"That was mean!"

"Yeah, well so is trying to hypnotize me into being a fucking trap."

"But you'd look so good as a trap! I mean, your features are kind of masculine, so maybe it would be better for
you to be the seme, but I'm sure you can pull it off with a little make-up."

Greg groaned and ran his fingers through his short, brown hair. "How long have we known each other, Wilma?

Ten years? And yet you still keep trying to get this damn hyponosis stuff to work despite it not having any effect
at all. The only difference is you've gotten more and more degenerate with your attempts."

"Listen, I'm sorry you can't appreciate fujoshi culture but it's part of who I am."

"Yes, the shut-in who lives surrounded by yaoi porn and open browser tabs showing men getting rammed in the ass while she has visitors, that's a great person."

She huffed again. "Well, you're the only person who visits me anyway..."

"Sometimes, I wonder why that is." He groaned.
"Because you loooove me?"

Greg stared flatly at the girl in front of him. At twenty years old, she was in the prime of her life, though you could never tell. Her hair was an unkempt mess, made even worse by his noogie. Her clothing choice was a loose t-shirt with shirtless anime men and stains on it while underneath he was certain she wasn't wearing underwear. Not that she really needed it given how special her body was.

Yes, Wilma was not your average human. Infact, she wasn't human at all, but instead a form of Monstergirl known as a Gazer. While her basic form was of a petite, small breasted humanoid, there most of the comparisons stopped. Her skin was a pale grey made paler by her shut-in tendancies and was covered in places
with a thick, black goo that she produced...somehow. Her face only had one, large, red eye while her teeth were sharp and pointed, giving her smile a wicked quality.

While these are certainly very distinguishing characteristics, the feature of hers which defined her species was her long, bushy tail and the multiple stalks leading from it, each terminating in eyes almost as big as the one on her face. There's probably ten of them, but frankly the way they move about independently it's hard to tell.

Greg had made peace with these strange eyes years ago, each of them moving around Wilma with a mind of their own. Or perhaps they're just manifestations of her subconcious behavior, which explains why two of them constantly try to snake around and look at his ass. It was too tiresome to create much of a stink about it.

Wilma sighed and patted one of her stalks, the eye closing and nuzzling against her cheek, splotches of her black goo running down the stalk. The eye opened again and they both turned to look at Greg with hurt expressions, such as a singular eye without other features could give.

"Nope, not going to work on me." Greg said, crossing his arms. "If your stupid hyponosis won't work on me, don't think that cute little expression of yours will."

A smirk crossed Wilma's face. "Cute, huh?"

"Sure, whatever." Greg said. "Listen, now that we've got the bullshit out of the way, I'd like to ask again if you'd consider going to college."

Her smile faded. "Dad asked you come here, didn't he?"

"Yes, but I'd have come anyway. You can't just waste your life with this shit, you need to get out and experience something."

"But I like this stuff!" She said, eye stalks behind her nodding in agreement. Two others looked off to the side along with her main eye. "Besides, I don't need to go outside, you come here and see me."

Greg sighed. "Yes, I do, but Wilma you need to be able to care for yourself too. Your father won't keep paying for this lifestyle forever."

"I know that, but-"

"Forever means by next semester."

She tensed, her eye stalks looking at each other with worry. She bit her finger and looked at one of her other stalks, as if having an internal monologue with herself. After a few minutes she sighed and nodded her head.

"So my father says I need to go to school and find a way to support myself, huh?"

"Yes."

"But if I go to school I might have to move away from here."

"It's likely."

"And then I won't get to see you anymore."

Greg paused. He didn't really think about that. Unconciously his hands clenched, fingernails digging a little into his palms. After a moment he said, "I suppose that might happen."

Two of Wilma's stalks stared directly at his hands while the others watched his face. They all convene on Wilma's face, who nods to each in turn before she takes a deep breath and says, "Take a seat, Greg."

"Listen, Wilma we've been over this hyponotism shit-"

"Take a fucking seat, GREG."

He blinked in surprise, almost falling into the chair at the force of her words. She walked over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning forward and giving the man a good look at her cleavage, such as it was. He gulped as she brought her eye close to his face.

"Wilma, I-" He began, staring into her globe as the red began to change, perhaps swirl even. Around her, the eye stalks began to do the same, making the man feel uncomfortable, yet captivated.

"Greg... If my father wants me to be supported, then I have no choice. Look deeply into my eye."

He squirmed, feeling uncomfortable. She'd never been so serious with her attempts before, always joking about things like turning him gay or buying her a video game. His heart began to beat faster in his chest, concern growing on his expression as he tried to look away. "Wilma, you're scaring me-"

Two of her stalks pressed on the side of his head, keeping it in place despite his protests. He tried to close his eyes but couldn't finding himself locked with her many eyes. He began to feel drowsy for some reason. Was the room spinning? How strange.

"Greg... you're feeling sleepy... let your eyes gently close."

Hey now, that's not a bad idea. Greg's eyes began to droop closed, though he was clearly still awake, just... tired.

"Yes, good... now you're ready. Ready to do anything I ask."

Anything? No... he wasn't susceptible to hypnosis. He wouldn't... he couldn't-

"Kiss me."

Greg leaned forward instantly and pressed his lips against Wilma's. His arms wrapped around her back, bringing her small body into his tight embrace. Like the goo on her body, she melted under his warmth, reciprocating his passionate kiss. They kissed until she could no longer breathe, pulling away from him with her eye stalks. Or she tried at least, Greg's strength keeping her in a tight embrace. Not that she seemed to mind too much.

"Okay, now... now take off your pants."

In a flash, Greg's pants were gone, as if they were sucked away into an alternate dimension. Naked from the waist down, he stood at full mast, his erect penis throbbing before Wilma.

She stared at his glory with awe, her eyes moving around for a 360 view. Eventually she gulped and said, "Lay
me down on the bed and take me."

Greg took her shoulders and gently laid on her the bed. She squeaked softly as he pulled her shirt off her, revealing her nude body. Panting softly, she reached down and spread her lower lips open, the area drooling with her black goo. She looked up at him, worried, as he stood over her, his shaft twitching. She didn't have to wait long until he pushed himself onto the bed, and positioned his rod to her entrance.

She gasped as he plunged into her, his initial thrust having enough force to make one of her eye stalks roll back
in its... stalk, falling to the bed. She bit her lip, sharp teeth digging in as he pulled out of her, her black goo
working as a lubricant while coating his penis. Then he drove into her again. And again. In a rhytmic fashion he made love her to, each thrust eliciting a titter of excitement from her. Even though this was her first time, her Monstergirl biology made it both easy and pleasurable for her.

He leaned over her, his eyes half-lidded as he grunted with the effort of having sex. She held out her arms and he moved into her, her goo sliding down his back as she pulled him into an embrace. Her eyes, not wanting to be left out, wrapped about his back while one watched his insertions into her snatch from inches away, a lewd expression on the stalk.

She felt him tense, his body shuddering. Biting her lip harder, she looked into his face and gasped as his expression was utterly and completely lucid. She tried to say something, but he pressed his lips to hers, stifling what she was going to say. Tears forming at the corner of her eyes from the pleasure, she moaned in his embrace as he released himself inside her, strong spurts of his semen coating her deepest place.

He let out multiple bursts, each causing a wave of warmth within her as more and more of her eye stalks rolled back and onto the bed. She almost did the same with her main eye, barely keeping concious from the mix of pleasure and suffocation from his forceful kissing. When he finished, he pulled away from her and she fell back onto the bed, not even realising that she'd been arching her back.

"Ha...hah..." She panted, feeling faint. Her body shivered as he pulled out of her, his dick a yin-yang of black goo and white jizz. Crawling to the side of her, he too fell on his back, breathing heavy from the exertion.

One of her eye stalks moved to look at his face as she laid there, staring at the ceiling. It turned back to her and
she bit her lip again. Trembling, she said in a worried voice.

"G-good. Now that you're p-properly under my control, you won't... won't say no to marrying me."

"Okay."

Wilma gasped, turning to stare at the man. He was looking at her with a smirk on his face. Her eyes, all of them that were open at least, searched his expression for a hint of a joke. Lip trembling, she asked, "Y-you're not hypnotized at all, are you?"

"What do you think?"

She turned her head back to the ceiling. Slowly, she reached her hand over to his and he took it, coiling his
fingers through her good covered ones. Chuckling softly, she said, "Hey, why don't you wear my panties and skirts?"

"No you damn fujoshi."

She smirked and nuzzled onto his shoulder. "Well, I guess I like things better this way anyway."