The Hole

(text-colour:#ff8080)[''//[[You->you]]//''] come across a hole in the wall. You walk home the same way every day and you've never seen it before. Strange. Not a literal (text-colour:magenta)[hole], though you get the impression this sleazy spot would have some of those too, but a small bar lit in pink neon. "Girls, girls, girls" and captivating (text-colour:magenta)[spirals] captured in mirrors, bathing the otherwise damp and dark alleyway in (text-colour:magenta)[pink]. The flashing sign above the door blinking from letter to letter, before flashing them all in unison... (text-colour:magenta)+(text-style:"bold","italic")[[The Hole->page 2]]

(text-colour:magenta)[''The Hole'']... Your mind immediately wanders to what the inside of the strange place could look like... A series of stalls playing adult videos, with (text-colour:magenta)[thumping] bass and smoke filled air. (text-colour:magenta)[Holes] in the black plywood marked with UV lit arrows and hastily scrawled phone numbers, lewd sketches drawn in sharpie alongside. Or perhaps it's a deceptively small entrance to a larger club, (text-colour:magenta)[poles] and spotlights, girls in various manners of undress with big smiles and even bigger tits. Bunny ears and fishnets. Serving drinks with (text-colour:magenta)[giggles] and (text-colour:magenta)[bounces], dancing on the stage with a kind of happy confidence that you admire. You (text-colour:#ff8080)[''//[[blush->blush]]//'']. You've always wanted to see what it looks like on the inside and you decide that today will be the first time. After months of walking by, finally you're going to sate your curiosity, you're going to go inside (text-colour:magenta)[''//[[The Hole->inside]]//''].

You. The you that you happen to be. Right now. Sitting, standing, laying down. You. You're aware of yourself right now, how your body feels, the texture of the fabric you're wearing or the feeling of air on your skin. The feeling of your focus captured on this page, reading this so diligently, word by word, line by line. This is your past. Or is it your present? Your future? Can you remember? (text-colour:magenta)[''//[[Will you remember?->Opener]]//'']

The shame hot on your cheeks. You really had all those thoughts on your own? Is it curiosity or are those desires? Can you tell the difference? Ideas so vivid it's almost like you've been inside before. They surely couldn't have come from you, right? (text-colour:magenta)[//''[[Right.->page 2]]''//]

You take a (text-colour:magenta)[deep] breath and step through the doors made of tinted black glass, the (text-colour:magenta)[pink] neon coating your skin. It almost blinds you as the door closes automatically behind you. Your heart is racing, you have second (text-colour:magenta)[//''[[thoughts->thots]]''//], you start to turn around to leave but someone yells your name and you jump. "Hey!" the bubbly woman behind the dimly lit counter waves enthusiastically. "It's really great to see you again! This is like, your sixth time here right? That means you get a free drink!" Yay! You really love the little fruity drink with the umbrella, you order it (text-colour:magenta)[''//[[every time->time]]//''].

Hi! Thanks for checking this little project out! It's my first time writing something like this, let alone something interactive, so I really hope you enjoy it! This story is linear with some side paths to explore as well, keep your eyes open for //''Bold Italics''//! Before we get into it, some content warnings: This is a piece of fiction and a fantasy. It has some hypnotic language with very simple word-idea association. It contains brainwashing, gaslighting, bimbofication, IQ loss, memory loss, noncon and subservience. It is written in second person and as such can be read as something happening to the reader. This is not intended to have lasting effects or trance the reader. Enter with care! (text-colour:magenta)[''//[[PRESS START->Opener]]//'']

Your mind is racing. What will people think? You aren't dressed (text-colour:magenta)[right]. You could have dressed up a bit before coming here, but you didn't plan on it, you were just on your way back from... Where were you coming from? Where were you going? You try to collect your thoughts but coming to (text-colour:magenta)[The Hole] was your plan all along, wasn't it? It's a good thing you got all (text-colour:magenta)[//''[[dolled up->inside]]''//]!

You love it so much that they even have it ready and waiting for you, the (text-colour:magenta)[//''[[bubbly->bubbly]]''//] girl bouncing over with it on a tray, miraculously (or with a lot of skill) without spilling a (text-colour:magenta)[drop]. You take the drink and smile, the cool glass feeling familiar in your hands. She beams at you like an old friend who is seeing their bestie after a long time apart, it's infectious, her personality is (text-colour:magenta)[addictive]. It's no wonder you keep coming back here. You sip at the drink and the flavor of tropical fruits, rum and syrup envelop your mouth and cool your throat on the way (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[down->down]]''//].

Bubbly. You don't really remember ever describing someone with it before, but with her it just feels (text-colour:magenta)[right]. In fact, around her, everything feels (text-colour:magenta)[right]. Good, even. Her smile and energy is so friendly and welcoming that you barely even noticed how little she is wearing. You're losing focus. Things are slipping. ''Focus'' She's in a very well polished latex bunnysuit and fishnets. If you were to kneel down you could see your reflection in her belly, you think that would be a lot of fun. (text-colour:magenta)[''//[[You giggle at the silly thought->time]]//''].

You close your eyes and relish the cool refreshing feeling. You feel good, you realize, more than before. You (text-colour:magenta)[smile] and (text-colour:magenta)[giggle]. When you open your eyes again, the glass is (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[empty->empty]]''//], the little umbrella in a state of disarray after too much anxious fiddling. You've gone deeper down (text-colour:magenta)[''The Hole''] too, you're in a different room now. It's a little larger than the entrance you were in before. There's thumping bass in the next room, but you can't see into it. The wall next to the door is covered in pretty pictures, of other clientele you presume. Your face is there, of course, the happiness in your eyes sparkling brighter than you ever thought possible. (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[When...->when]]''//]? It reminds you of (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[her->Her]]''//], actually!

You realize she's on your arm, her (text-colour:magenta)[tits] pressed against your side. You're both seated on a comfy couch nestled neatly in a cozy private little corner. Your gut is saying you should feel shy or embarrassed about her being this close to you but... there's just nothing there. Your mind entirely (text-colour:magenta)[empty] save for the warm (text-colour:magenta)[bubbly] energy you've been feeling since you got here. Initially, you thought, she was the source. That you only felt it when you were around her, but... it's in you too. It never stops. It follows you home at night, it tucks you into bed when you lay down. At first the energy felt like a stranger, your usual lonely solemn serious self feeling so in conflict with a new (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[identity->identity]]''//]. After months together you can barely tell the (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[difference->difference]]''//].

When did things change? When did you (text-colour:magenta)[lose] track? When was the first time you started feeling your mind (text-colour:magenta)[slip]? When did your grip on reality shift? Do you care? Would knowing when you started falling deeper and when you started becoming who you were always meant to be really change anything? Would you go back to the way it was before? We both know the (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[answer->down]]''//].

(text-colour:magenta)[Empty]. The word ringing in your head as if it wasn't you who thought it. It relaxes you in the strangest way. An apt description of the bottom of your glass to be sure. No longer containing the cool refreshing cocktail that once was held within. (text-colour:magenta)[Empty] like the promise of forever from your ex. (text-colour:magenta)[Empty] like your protests and struggles in accepting who you really are. (text-colour:magenta)[Empty] like your head. (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[But you knew that->down]]''//].

You hear (text-colour:magenta)[giggling], the kind of (text-colour:magenta)[vapid empty] laugh that makes you smile. The kind of laugh that ensures nobody will ever take you seriously. It's your (text-colour:magenta)[giggle] and (text-colour:magenta)[it feels too good] to stop. You're strapped to a chair in the center of the room. She's not the only one here with you any more, there's a crowd. You wonder what they're here to see. They're looking at you. She turns on a projector, it fills the bare wall in the room with a test signal. She's smiling at you in that way that makes your heart (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[flutter->flutter]]''//] and your mind (text-colour:magenta)[bubble]. The crowd is still looking at you. When the (text-colour:magenta)[spiral] starts you lose track of (text-style:"fade-in-out")[(text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[you->new you]]''//].]

You have to stay grounded. You're losing pieces of you but there's some pieces that are still there. You're a hypnokinkster. You //know// hypnosis. (text-colour:magenta)[Spirals] don't work. Binaurals are bullshit. These are facts that you know and facts that you use as shields. The (text-colour:magenta)[spiral] makes you lower them before you even remember you had them. The sounds and (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[whispers->whispers]]''//] overwhelm your resolve. That's not supposed to happen. In all your reading and understanding of hypnosis, that shouldn't happen. The edges of your vision dull and your head is filled with cotton. Do you want this? Is this really happening? Of course it is. You know it (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[is->is]]''//].

A visceral feeling of (text-colour:magenta)[bliss] and (text-colour:magenta)[pleasure], or at least, that's how it feels to you. Like slipping into a warm bath with your favorite bath bomb scents, or a "(text-colour:#ffff80)[good doll]" gracing your ears from the one you kneel for. It's a feeling that makes it so (text-colour:magenta)[hard] to feel any other feelings. A feeling that makes it so hard to think any thoughts. Making sure you stay (text-colour:magenta)[empty]. You aren't sure if that's how her smile is supposed to make you feel but... It feels (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[right->difference]]''//].

Is time passing? You can't tell. The (text-colour:magenta)[spiral] is in your head and you feel it crawling (text-colour:magenta)[deep]. You realize that you're moaning. Not the shy kind of moans you gave your exes when you thought they were close to the edge. No. You're moaning the (text-colour:magenta)[right] way. You want this. The kind of moans that are followed by trembling thighs and panting. Slutty moans that linger in the air. The crowd claps when you moan, and you like it when they clap. You need this. Every night you visit (text-colour:magenta)[''The Hole''] ends up like this. It always ends with you moaning and losing yourself in the (text-colour:magenta)[spiral]. You're losing pieces of you that you don't remember you ever had. You have to (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[remember->remember]]''//].

Remember. Remember what you're supposed to be. What you've always been deep down. This is who you are. You've always enjoyed eyes on you, you've always moaned this loud. You've always been this (text-colour:magenta)[happy and brainless]. You've always been this (text-colour:magenta)[empty and deep]. You've always been a regular here, and you will always come back. It's just the (text-colour:magenta)[right] thing to do. She told you that after tonight you'll be complete. You really want to be (text-colour:green)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[complete->complete]]''//].

The (text-colour:magenta)[whispers] are all encompassing. They swarm and overlap to the point where they almost become white noise. You try your hardest to get the cogs in your head to turn, they grind up against the (text-colour:magenta)[spiral] gumming up your thoughts. You need to hear the (text-colour:magenta)[whispers]. You need to understand. Eventually the white noise becomes clear and a sparkly bright smile forms on your face. //''(text-colour:magenta)[(link-reveal: "Bubbly.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Holes)]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Holes)[(link-reveal: "Holes.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Empty)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Empty)[(link-reveal: "Empty.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Deep)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Deep)[(link-reveal: "Deep.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Right)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Right)[(link-reveal: "Brainless.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Kneel)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Kneel)[(link-reveal: "Kneel.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Giggle)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Giggle)[(link-reveal: "Giggle.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Addict)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Addict)[(link-reveal: "Addict.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Doll)]]] (text-style:"buoy")[|Doll)[(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[(text-colour:magenta)[[Doll.->mantras]]]]]''//

You're so grateful that she invited you here. She's such a good friend. When she told you about this place, told you how much happier you'd be after even just one visit... Well it was impossible to turn down, even with a healthy dose of skepticism. You've been coming here for years together, so it just made sense to become a part of the team. You just really want to help others feel complete too. (text-colour:magenta)[You always come back] and you always want to make more people as happy as you are. You caress your fishnet covered legs, wiggling around in front of the staff room mirror trying to get a good look at your bunny tail. It makes your tits and ears (text-colour:magenta)[bounce] and that makes you (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[giggle->giggle]]''//].

Thank you so much for checking this little piece of fiction out! I really appreciate the time you spent and I hope that you enjoyed it! Either way, feel free to reach out and follow me on my socials using the link below, I would love to hear your thoughts. I hope to make more things like this in future too! Take care of yourself, drink water! (text-colour:#ff8080)[''//<a href='https://twitter.com/SwarmingBats' target='_blank'>Bats</a>//'']

Over and over. (if:visits is >=1)[Keep going. You won't stop when it feels like this. You feel so good when you listen.] (if:visits is >=2)[More. You need more.] (text-style:"italic")[(text-colour:magenta)[(link-reveal: "Bubbly.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Holes)]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Holes)[(link-reveal: "Holes.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Empty)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Empty)[(link-reveal: "Empty.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Deep)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Deep)[(link-reveal: "Deep.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Right)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Right)[(link-reveal: "Brainless.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Kneel)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Kneel)[(link-reveal: "Kneel.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Giggle)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Giggle)[(link-reveal: "Giggle.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Addict)]]] (text-colour:magenta)[|Addict)[(link-reveal: "Addict.")[(t8n:"blur")(show: ?Doll + ?Hot +?Yes)]]] |Doll)[(if:visits is <3)[(text-style:"buoy")+(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[(text-colour:magenta)[[Doll.->mantras]]]]]] |Yes)[(if:visits is >=3)[(text-colour:#ff8040)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[Good doll->new you]]''//.]]] |Hot)[(if:visits is <3) [The whispers are you, it's your voice. You can keep listening forever. You love this, your whispers sound so (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[hot->new you]]''//].]]

Are these memories? How long has this feeling been your shadow? Your mind is scattered and you're trying to collect the pieces, to make sense of your past. You know that you were different before. You were always a bit different from the other people around you. They always had it together. You are falling apart. They didn't have problems keeping track of their pasts. You can't remember your name. They know and accept who they are. (text-colour:magenta)[//''(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-arrive:"blur")[[Shouldn't you accept it too->Her]]''//]?

You just feel so (text-colour:magenta)[good], so fulfilled, free of thoughts and worries... and your partner doesn't mind either! It's impossible to complain when you eagerly get on your (text-colour:magenta)[knees] at every available opportunity. You hear the thumping bass in the club get louder, your eyes sparkling in the (text-colour:magenta)[pink] light as you grab your drink tray. It's time for your shift, it's your turn to (text-colour:green)[''//(t8n-depart:"blur")+(t8n-time:0.8s)+(t8n-arrive:"blur")+(t8n-time:1.8s)[[complete->fin]]//''] someone tonight.