Haha! (Requires 0 Orgasms)

The heat suddenly drains out of your body like a bottle. Normal temperatures return to your shoulders, and chest, and stomach, and thighs, and as it reaches the edge of your pussy....

The heat leaves your body. You blink.

Looking over to the top hat man, he furrows his brow and removes his hand from your bosom. "That's...." He never finishes his thought. He just pants a little and stares at your crotch. Oh, hey, you can move again!

You stand up from the seat. The man takes a step backwards across the stage. "How did you.... I put everything into that....."

You grin. Hehe! Pure people don't cream themselves! He takes another step back. Is this guy scared of you? "You... you can't have resisted that! You can't!"

"No you!" You shout, lunging for him and pushing your hand through the buttons on his shirt to grab at his chest. You're not exactly sure what he did, but-

"AIIEEEE!!!!" The man collapses forward to his knees, his top hat falling off, as a damp spot becomes visible across the front of his pants. It doesn't stop growing, even after passing his knees. It's got to be spilling out of his underwear.... geez.....

Remarkably, as the man clutches at his groin with both hands, he remains conscious. Leaning forward heavily onto his knees and staring down at the ground as his top hat rolls away.

M-maybe you went a bit too far... hey, wait, no way! This guy's a performer too, like you, so he's got to be faking! Magic's just tricks, and you have no idea how to do anything like this, s-so this guy's got to be faking! If this was real, he'd be all sleepy right now. Yeah! Well, the show goes on....

Walking over to his hat, you stop its rolling in its tracks with your foot, and bend over to pick it up. You bring it up to your head. It's a little big for you, and your eyes are half-covered, but it works! If only you knew where your shirt was.

"So, you think you can't be hypnotised by me?" You ask as you make your way over to him, still kneeling. He's stopped, er, cumming now, but his entire body is shaking. You're not even sure if he did think you couldn't hypnotise him, but you'll roll with it!

"G-get away from me...." He speaks weakly. He clears his throat, and with drawn-out pained movements, lifts his head to look at you before speaking more strongly. "You don't have what it takes." There's fire and hatred in his eyes. Wow, this guy's such a good actor! "You're weak. Y- ah- you think you can upstage me? You're nothing but a-"

He stops speaking as his eyes lock onto your swaying hand. Watches are expensive, so you just use your wrist. "So then," you say in your best in-control voice. It's really hard not to burst out laughing! Actors must be so cool. "You're not going to be hypnotised by me?"

He pauses for a little while before realising he needs to answer. "N-no.... You're-"

"That's a real shame. I'd love to hypnotise you! But, if it's not going to happen, then it's not going to happen...." You sigh, but continue swaying your hand.

"Y-yes." He says, but it sounds like a question. His pupils are getting dilated. Is it working?! "I r-refuse to let.... You cannot...."

"I'm going to count back from three." You cut him off. "Just for funsies. Three...."

"I cannot... be subdued.... you're too weak...." The corner of his mouth fills with drool.

"Two...."

"You cannot.... I won't allow... m-my -- my mind...."

"One!"

His eyes roll up back into his head, and he slumps forward, his face gently impacting the floor of the stage. The audience lets out a polite round of applause.

"Now then, since you used up all of my time, I won't let you see the other shows! Being mean doesn't pay." You stand above him, with your hands on your hips and chest puffed out. You almost forget that you don't have a shirt on. "So! You're going to go back to your seat to sleep for the rest of the day now. And I'm going to keep the hat!"

Moving like a zombie, the man drags himself up off of the stage, and lumbers over to his seat. As he stands, you catch a whiff of something strong smelling -- it makes you tingle a little. {if GymFondle == 1}It's kind of like what your Personal Trainer rubbed into you!{else}You don't recognise it though.{endif}

The man slumps back in his seat in the front row, and his head falls backwards as he returns to his deep sleep, legs spread wide apart and damp patch visible for all to see. Oh no! Unless he breaks character, he's actually going to have to sleep there now! Well, even still, he did interrupt your show.... and now your time's up!

With a polite bow, met with equally polite applause and chatter, you hop down off the stage -- the jiggle reminds you to yank the hat off your head and cover your chest with it. At least now you can see everywhere again. That was kind of fun! Magic is fun!

You're paid $115 for your show, and sit at the bar to enjoy the rest of the night's shows. You order another drink -- this time a pineapple juice, that should be sweeter -- and keep the top hat covering your shirt. You'll be able to grab another one from home for tomorrow, and you don't want to miss any more magic.

That guy was definitely an actor though. All signs point to it. So, not only did you not do anything wrong, but there's also no reason for you to try to use or grow that ability ever again for the rest of your life. Or the rest of this story!