The Hypnotized Swimmer

By

Cone

It was late at the high school swimming pool. All of the swim team had gone home, except for Jimmy.

Slim, blue-eyed, blond-haired Jimmy. The most dedicated member of the swim team. Swimming was one of the few things Jimmy truly cared about. Jimmy was an orphan, and lived in the orphanage. No one wanted to adopt a high school kid. Jimmy had run away many times, until the townsfolk was quite used to him being gone for days, even weeks at a time. Jimmy always came back when he got hungry enough. But he did not like the town or the townsfolk. Well, except Coach. The swimming coach was someone he talked to a little and respected, but did not open up to.

Jimmy was swimming laps. It took a lot of laps to tire him out. And he was finally tired out. He felt good, a little tingly.

He heaved himself out of the pool and dried himself off. He paused a moment, towel still in hand, and looked at his Speedo-clad reflection in the water. Very slim, but muscled, and hairless. Coach had given him a great hair remover so he could always keep the feeling of the water, and slice though it like a hot knife through butter. "No wonder the chicks love me," he thought happily. Girls were only one-night stands to him. He had slept with most of them at school, and he was getting bored with them. He stared into the water, thinking about ditching town again.

Jimmy's thoughts became a little blurry. He was becoming lost in the sparkly reflection in the water. It seemed that he could get distracted and fascinated very easily. Just by staring at blinking lights, or at some of the prettier girls on campus, or shimmering water, Jimmy would get slightly tranced, and he had to shake himself awake. It was only a matter of time until Jimmy was hypnotized by something.

A very short time.

Jimmy was snapped out of his fascinated staring by a noise behind him. A cough that was meant to get his attention.

He whirled about and faced a tall, sexy woman. Before he could catch himself, Jimmy drank in the sight of her, and there was a bit of flesh to see, with her short pants and her belly-shirt. Large (although completely covered) chest, long legs, flat washboard abs, long flowing black hair, and a build like Chyna. Jimmy was a little surprised to be this fascinated by a women wrestler type, but there was something familiar and reassuring about this one.

Maybe it was her eyes. A deep cobalt blue with a lot of glittery makeup around them. Eyes like, well, like Coach's eyes, when he was lecturing the team with his steely gaze. But her gaze was more intense, zeroed in only on him. A gaze that seemed to look right into the center of his mind.

"Are you Jimmy?" the stranger asked in a throaty, purring voice, a rather deep voice for a woman.

Jimmy blinked a moment. "Uh, uh, y-yeah." That body was fascinating. It seemed to sway gently, almost musically, fitting that voice perfectly.

"Your Coach sent me here to tell you that he would be a little late. His car would not start, and he has to borrow another one." Just like your mind is not starting now, thought the stranger.

Jimmy had been watching the lady's chest, but now he noticed just how sparkly the eye makeup was. He looked into her eyes. She took a sultry step closer to him, smiling slightly. Now Jimmy's vision was filled by the stranger's face, black flowing hair, and rhythmically breathing chest.

"Maybe we could talk for a few minutes? Just to pass the time till Coach picks us up. I had to walk over here to make sure you were safe. You know how Coach is protective of his team, and you were here all alone."

Jimmy blinked rapidly. His vision had gotten cloudy for a couple of seconds. "Yeah, he does that, he is usually here if there are just a few swimmers here. Say, how do you know Coach?"

"I'm his twin sister. Can't you see the resemblance?"

Jimmy looked at her face. "Yeah, you do look like him..." And her face was a lot like Coach's face. Same high cheekbones, same slightly pouty lips (except hers wore bright red lipstick), same dark intense eyebrows, same cobalt blue eyes (except that she had that glittery makeup, that seemed to draw Jimmy's eyes to her eyes, and yet have the same lovely glittery look as shimmering water...)

She spoke again. "Coach says that if it were not for my chest and hair, we could be doubles."

Jimmy's eyes flicked to her chest a moment, then back to her eyes. He thought, "Can still see some of her chest if I look at her eyes. She is big enough to deck me if I stare too much at her chest, I'll just look at her eyes."

She smiled. "Oh, I saw your eyes look at my chest for a second. That is OK. But really, don't you think my eyes are my best feature?"

"Yeah," Jimmy breathed. His towel slipped unnoticed out of his hand. His vision was getting a little cloudy again, the glitter of the stranger's eyes flashing at him.

"Why, some people say my eyes can affect people like a snake can affect a bird. They can hold the bird just by staring at them. But it is OK if you feel yourself held by my eyes. After all, I am Coach's sister, and I will hold you here safe and sound until Coach arrives. It feels good to be held by my warm, blue, safe eyes. Are you held safe by my eyes?"

Jimmy made a slight effort to move, but his body felt like it was wrapped in warm cotton. He could not take a step forward or backward. "Um, can't move much." But he did not mind. He felt safe and warm, and relaxed.

Unnoticed by Jimmy, the stranger took a step closer. Her face was now inches from Jimmy's. "My eyes are very blue, very sparkly, just like the water. You love the water, don't you Jimmy? You love to swim in nice warm relaxing water?"

"Yes, I love to swim..." Jimmy breathed.

"And you find my eyes so blue, so glittery, that you would like to swim in them. Would you like to do that, to swim in my eyes?"

"Swimmmmaahhhh..."

"Well, I am going to let you do that. I will count down from ten down to one. And as I count, with each number, your mind will walk down a diving board towards my big huge swimming pool eyes, and when I reach one, you will dive way, way down into my eyes, and you will swim forever in their nice warm blue depths. Ready, Jimmy?"

"Yeah..."

"Ten, and you are taking that first step." Jimmy's body swayed languidly, as though his paralyzed body tried to mimic the step that his mind was taking. Getting closer to her eyes.

"Nine, and you take one more step, and you see how my eyes get a little bigger."

"Eight, and you are closer, my eyes bigger, so you no longer see my chest."

"No... chest..." breathed Jimmy. The stranger's eyes held Jimmy's wide, glazed eyes with black-hole suction. The stranger's hands reached up behind her and unzipped her shirt. It came off, padding and all, revealing a flat, muscled, hairless chest.

"Seven, and you again step closer to my eyes, and they grow bigger and warmer."

"Six, and you no longer see my hair, only my face."

"Face..." sighed Jimmy. The stranger reached up and removed the black wig, revealing a black crewcut.

"Five, and you no longer see my mouth."

"Four, and you no longer see my nose."

"Three, and you see only my eyes, growing bigger, moving closer together."

"Two, and my eyes are now one huge blue warm swimming pool glittery eye. An eye you want to dive into, away from your body and into my eye."

"And... ONE! DIVE, JIMMY!"

Jimmy jerked slightly, gasped a second, and his eyes went wide, then rolled up into his head and closed. Jimmy's face flushed, and his head fell forward.

The stranger looked at the hypnotized, swaying swimmer. Then the stranger chuckled.

"Well, I no longer need this," said Coach, as he slipped off the shorts with the padded rump, and the tight waist to pinch in his waistline. Not that it needed much pinching.

Coach smiled, and ran one hand along Jimmy's face. He took Jimmy's chin in hand, and raised Jimmy's head to face him. "Open your eyes, boy, and look at me."

Jimmy did so. Coach asked, "Who are you?"

"I dunno," Jimmy sighed through limp lips.

"Do you remember anything? Your name, or anything else?" The answer came in a soft breath, "No." Jimmy was swimming, going farther and farther away.

"Do you know I used to be one of the best female impersonators in the country? I even would out-do RuPaul when we worked together. The men loved Ru, but always went a little more nuts for me."

Jimmy stared at Coach with totally blank eyes, eyes with nothing active behind them.

"Maybe my knowledge of hypnosis gave me an edge. I could dance in ways to fascinate any man. But the men always were drawn to my eyes. And they would cheer loudest when I got some guy in the crowd so fascinated, hot, and horny that when I danced right in front of him for a minute, he would jack off in his pants, and then faint dead away into a trance. I always got at least one man every show that way."

"But I had a little run-in with some unsavory characters, and I had to make myself scarce. So I moved across the country. I came here. I had plenty of money, enough to live on for a long time. But I wanted more. My other career was, as I said, a hypnotist. I was very good at that. I wanted to try my hypnotic powers again. Now, don't you agree that I am a very good hypnotist?"

"I agree." Said Jimmy in a flat toneless voice.

"And you don't care if I am a man or woman, you only care about me?"

"I only care about you."

"I make you hot," said Coach.

"You make me hot." Jimmy's Speedo, already having tented from the long induction from what he thought was a sexy woman, grew to full-tented erection in a matter of seconds.

"I am your master."

Jimmy fell to his knees without being told, and gazed up in lusting slavish fascination into the face of his master. "You are my master. I love you, master."

"Well, now. I did not expect you to say that so quickly. Are you gay?'

"I am your slave," said Jimmy. Coach thought, "Hmm, he probably does not remember his sexual preference. He only remembers that he is mine."

Coach continued. "You know, I recently read in the papers that those who were chasing me met with foul play themselves. So I can now get back into the business. But I was always a little lonely. I always wanted a companion. Someone who would be my lover. And when I saw you, I knew that not only could you be my lover, but you could be my business partner."

Coach looked at the kneeling hypnotized slave before him, and thought about a blowjob, but decided to wait. Coach took Jimmy's chin in his hand and raised him to his feet. He then wound one arm around Jimmy's back, the other around Jimmy's neck, and kissed Jimmy deeply. To Coach's joy, Jimmy automatically responded, his arms wrapping around Coached neck, his tongue darting into Coach's mouth to dance with the older man's tongue. Although Coach was only a few years older.

After more than a minute, Coach had to break the kiss. He gasped, laughing softly. He looked at Jimmy standing, swaying slightly, smiling slightly.

"Wow," said Coach. "Wow. This is going to work out just fine. I am going to quit tomorrow. I am going to move back to where I came from. And you can come with me. Would you like that?"

"Yes, master."

And with your build, I bet you too would look good dressed up a bit. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, master!" Jimmy smiled brightly at the thought of being more like his master.

Coach moved to Jimmy's side, putting one arm around Jimmy's waist. Jimmy looked into Coach's eyes, never wanting to look away. Coach walked Jimmy into his office, feeling Jimmy's lovely flowing muscles as he walked. "Let's see how you will look."

A short time later, Jimmy looked like a smaller Coach, but more slim, sexy, wearing shorts with padded rump and tough elastic to pinch in the waist, halter top with padded chest, and long blond wig. "Hmmm, you won't need that wig after your hair grows out. And you look great, even without eye makeup." Look at yourself in the mirror, boy."

Jimmy did so, and heaved a happy sigh. "I am beautiful, master."

"Yes, you are." Coach came up behind Jimmy, hugging him again, his hands exploring Jimmy's smooth thighs, belly, arms, face, and stroking Jimmy's crotch. Jimmy breathed a little faster, his eyes half closing, his shorts tenting again.

"Then it is settled," murmured Coach into Jimmy's ear. Jimmy felt wonderful, Coach's throaty voice purring and relaxing him and making him hot. "After we leave here tonight, you will return to the orphanage and act normal for just three more days. I will tell you how to remember and act normal. I will quit my job tomorrow. In three days, at 7 PM, you will meet me at the abandoned shack on the north edge of town. When you see me, you will look into my eyes, and you will happily swim deep, deep into them again, ten times deeper that you are swimming now. From then on, we will forevermore be together. I will teach you how to dance, to excite men. But you will not need to learn hypnosis. You will just need to stay in hypnosis, swimming deeper into hypnosis forever and ever. Right, boy?"

"Yes, master, I will swim for you forever," and as Coach pulled off Jimmy's halter top and shorts, and pushed Jimmy gently down to lay on the large cot in his office, Jimmy felt more beautiful and relaxed and happier than he had ever felt before, and he knew that if he just let that part of him whose name he could not remember just keep swimming farther and farther away, he would feel like this forever.

And three days later, Jimmy hypnotically swam happily ever after.

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