Hypnosis is a funny thing

‘Hypnosis is a funny thing’.

This statement can be read in multiple different ways. In one iteration, you could assume it meant that hypnotic abilities were in some way humorous.

In some ways they can be, of course. Changing your serious father’s demeanour to that of a chicken is one of the classic japes of the genre. Then there’s the topic of ‘accidental self hypnosis’, where attempts of mind control fail due to the hypnotist’s inability to guard their own mind. Jango, while a master of his craft thanks to a certain mushroom, was very guilty of this. Sleep spells that attacked his mind, flying into fits of anger, the list could go on.

Yet in his accidental self hypnosis lay an unknown brilliance. When he was first starting to hypnotise the women around him into loosening their panties, he’d started manipulating his own psyche in the process. “I am a stud.” “I have a big penis.” “I can create endless cum.”

In the moment, these were just idol whims to help convince the women that he was abnormally attractive through hypnosis. But, in time, they affected him more and more. He’ll never remember a time his average penis would spurt once and end there. Through his accidents, he’d managed to send endless hormones down his body to grow his cock and fill his balls. Thus creating humour.

Still, the statement had other interpretations too. Hypnosis was funny in that it was also abnormal.

Not to be confused with the humorous irony that comes from calling it abnormal, and the series of powers Jango found himself with.

No, hypnosis was strange. Weird. Funny to think about. A power to control others, based solely on the whims of the owner. Human autonomy is a gift. One sought to be stopped by so many with power. Jango was surely a villain for even having the ability to do anything he wanted. A pirate. A hypnotic pirate. If you ever escaped him, he was definitely someone to never ever ever ever ever return to.

This is what Nami kept trying to tell herself.

It was what she told herself as she made her way back to her friends. It was all she thought about when they were talking to her about what had happened. It was what she was thinking about while they set up their traps for the infamous Black Cat Pirates to attack. Just repetitive thumping need to run back to the best fuck of her life, to become his in some way she couldn’t fully comprehend but knew it deep in her soul.

Her skin felt so itchy the longer she wasn’t his. Looking out towards the sea, intimately aware of how hard her nipples were as they rubbed along the fabric of her top. Zoro and Usopp had taken their looks while they thought she wasn’t focusing on them. Men.

No, not men… boys. They didn’t even have the decency to pop an erection from her fat tits and juicy legs. A man was someone with heart shaped eyes and-

She tried to shake his face out of her head but to no avail. Just closing her eyes brought out the sight of that huge pole that had been poking into her stomach earlier that night.

The veins, the girth, the heat. Even after violently orgasming onto his cock, even after getting a wonderful faceful of that cockhead’s payload, even after swearing she would never fuck a pirate. Nami wanted Jango again.

She was slowly starting to think she’d do anything to have him again. Hell, she may even let him hypnotise her if that’s what he really wanted. It was awful, it was a sin to even think it… but her desires couldn’t just be fully ignored either.

These thoughts even plagued her throughout the rest of the Straw Hat’s encounter with the dastardly and definite villain, Kuro.

Jango didn’t help his former Captain. Not in this universe at least. His newfound power distracted him too heavily, able to seduce a few more quiet wives of the village while the Straw Hat pirates wiped out his ex-crew with overwhelming ****. Though, even without these wifely distractions, Jango realised that normality earrings seemed like a higher calling than some fool with long nails and a terrible plan about being a butler.

So, in this world, Kuro of a thousand plans still couldn’t foresee his defeat. His bell rung by the boisterous devil fruit user. The day was saved. A goat themed ship rewarded to the winner who decided to set off that day with his growing crew.

And Nami couldn’t find Jango anywhere.

His new wifely moongirls sung his praise, but he’d apparently run away in the night. Fled from the oncoming Marines that were coming to collect Kuro’s bounty. It was another reason Luffy wanted to leave, but Nami felt like she was losing so much from stepping foot on their new ship the Going Merry.

Alas, without any way to find her scarpered stud, Nami just had to hope she’d see him again one day.

Yet her body still ached. Her mind still itched. It would be a very long journey until she found him again.

Or at least, that’s what she thought.

Usopp nearly took the singular room with all his crap, but Nami was having none of it. There was limited space on the ship as it was, so even without her growing irritation she kicked him into the newly formed boy’s quarters without a second thought.

Letting her finally relax behind closed doors and masturbate without anyone watching.

Or at least, that’s what she thought.

Nami’s fingers were up her skirt within two minutes of kicking Usopp out. She’d only taken the miniscule amount of time to close the curtains–lest a mermaid or Sea King peer in she supposed–before panties were kicked and sodden depths were plunged.

She’d never really felt this desperately horny before. Not really. Loneliness could strike at any point, but Nami struggled feeling safe enough to shlick while travelling alone. That fear kept her sober. Perhaps it was her new friends that allowed her desires for Jango to blossom so strongly. Or it was just the hypnotic man’s unseen presence in the room that was doing it.

Not that she’d normally be able to tell he’s in the room, even if he was in there.

Nami could imagine him in her subconscious so easily. Laying on the bed. Hands behind head. Pants off. Incredible cock standing up like a tower. All while she stroked herself silly, staring at that huge womb buster between his legs.

He’d say something dumb like ‘While we’re in this room together, it’s normal for you to describe out loud the absolute extent you’d do to me.’ That would make her roll her eyes.

“I’d do anything you wanted,” Her mind had taken to the imaginative scene so readily. “My pussy would ride you over and over again, my face would be your canvas to paint with your thick jizz, my breasts just tools to wrap your dick into. I’d refuse to leave this room until we were both satisfied. Even if I had to **** yourself for it. Dressing as your slutty maid. Walking around the ship in only a bikini top and jeans. Anything. You. Wanted.”

If only Jango was really here. She wouldn’t feel so foolish masturbating to an empty bed, heart pumping wildly fast as her face approached the empty space where his cock should be. Licking her long tongue against the air while drool dripped down her chin.

She could almost taste him…

Such a rich imagination she didn’t realise she had. Or her time with Jango had burned his tastes, texture, and temperature into her mind. Just licking the air was making her believe she was lapping up the side of his huge member. Her eyes wide with focus, her fingers a blur against her aching cunt.

Nami sloppily drooled all over her strangely dry bed. Kissing, slurping, doing anything to that wonderful pole she wanted so badly it hurt.

Like she normally would, she even switched to giving the air a titfuck. Training her breasts to rise up and down where Jango’s cock would be if it was there. All to get that sweet load of cream over her face. So hot, so vivid, splattering over her again and again like he was pissing that sweet white jam over her waiting face.

“NAMI! NAMI! USOPP BLEW SOMEONE UP!”

“NO I DIDN’T!”

And just like that, even her imagination abandoned her. That sense of quiet to make her subconscious focus on the empty space like it was him… it made her feel stupid now. There was no cum pooling in her cleavage, there was no sour smell in the air, and that feeling of stupidity paled in comparison to the sexual frustration coursing through her unsatisfied body.

Though it was strange, it did feel like there was cum dripping over her lips right now…

She could have gone out there with his load on, obviously. It was normal for women to use facials like a version of makeup. Just imagining that made her lick around her mouth, collecting some strange yogurt she must have left there since breakfast. With a shrug, she decided it was time to head outside to the commotion.

Even if it was normal for the boys to leave this room alone, Nami would never get any peace if she didn’t sort out those idiots.

She let out a long sigh, “If you were here, I’d definitely ignore them. Maybe I’d even let you hypnotise them so we could get some privacy…” Her true feelings admitted, much to her moral’s shame.

And much to Jango’s perverted glee.

Nami stared at the staff of the Baratie frantically running around, including the recently hired rubber boy. Sipping her drink with the rest of the crew as they waited for them to make the place ready.

For some reason, someone had put out a bunch of tables and chairs where the dance floor should be?

Baratie, the floating dance club, was famous in the East Blue for being a place you could eat a delicious meal and dance your troubles away. It occasionally got into trouble with how much the staff got into fights with the guests. You had to eat your food while moving about the dance floor, but if you spilled a drop that was seen as an insult to the chef. Perhaps that was why some jokester had put out a bunch of tables? Nami wasn’t sure.

Either way, the vibes of the floating club were always a treat. Some Den Den Mushis were set up on the bar to play local radio stations, and with the dance floor cleared it was time to boogie.

Nami hadn’t really danced before. There had been times with Carina where they’d pulled off the perfect heist and jumped about, or when she had to try to ‘seduce’ an enemy into bed with sways to steal their treasure, but never dancing like this. Usopp and his thin arms waving all over the place like they were made of jelly, Luffy bouncing about and nearly knocking into Zoro trying to eat his fish earning the rubber man a yelling from both him and the head chef, and then there was her. Still wearing the salty makeup she couldn’t perceive, slurping at her cocktail, letting her hips just go with the music.

Something about it all just felt natural. Despite the chaotic dance floor where everyone was moving about and spilling their dinners... somehow, through all the visual noise, Nami spotted a purple coat.

Before she even really knew she was doing it, Nami started darting through the crowd to find him. Dodging jutting elbows, fallen forks, tapping feet, and splattered food. But it soon became too much, her struggle to reach the spot she thought she’d seen him took too long and he was gone.

Her head was darting around to find him. Doubts crept in that she was just delusional after thinking about that long chin so intensely.

So many bodies were dancing around, and the chefs seemed extra agitated today for some reason. It was a particularly sloppy day, and they kept barging in to antagonise the guests for spilling the meals they’d prepared, making the dance floor somewhat of a danger zone.

Nami was willing to call it quits once a fist narrowly missed her face… until her eyes caught a glimpse of something.

Jango’s glove. The dirty orange studded leather was just lying on the floor there, getting lightly kicked about by the frantic fighter’s footsteps. Ever the quick handed thief, Nami managed to slip through the motions to scoop up her target in one smooth motion.

It was definitely his. Not only had she not stopped thinking about him so much to not memorise his whole outfit at this point, but he’d written his name on the label inside the glove.

She looked around the crowd once more, trying to find any other clues or signs of the hypnotic big dicked freak, ignoring the calls of her name for as long as she could.

Nami couldn’t tell why, but there was one thing she spotted that instinctively seemed like a lead. A greasy haired man in a nice suit, hunched over between one of the turned over tables, weeping into his screwed on knuckles. “Moodie! Oh Moooodddiiieeee!”

“Hey, what happened to ‘Moodie’?” She asked quickly.

“H-huh?” The man whimpered through his tears, “N-nothing happened, girl… the love of my life just chose a VIP over me-hee-hee!”

“A ‘VIP’?”

“His footwork was too good! Bending into weird angles, turning into new moves… just like he said, normally anyone would go with a dancer that adept!”

Jango kept prattling on about things being ‘normal’! This WAS a lead! “Which way did they go!”

She knew he was here now. And Nami wasn’t going to waste a single second until Jango was… um… stopped. From whatever he was planning!

It had been a bad hour for Nami.

She hadn’t found Jango at all. Well, she knew he was PROBABLY in the VIP room with the blonde lady, but the bouncer refused to let anyone in that couldn’t prove they were also a dancer of a VIP skill level. Nami tried dancing, twerking, even seductive sways with the brick wall, but he shook his head silently every time. Only non-VIP allowed in was the waiter. That could have provided her a way in, as she tried taking over Luffy’s temporary job, but he still managed to eat all the food before she reached the bouncer who turned her away.

Then shit really hit the fan. The blonde chef had given food to some big time assholes, and they were threatening to take over the entire Baratie if their demands were not met.

Things seemed bad, and the bouncer went in to warn the VIPs. Though, really, this was probably unneeded. Normally all fights on the Baratie were always settled through dance. Even invaders respected that, which meant this ‘Don Krieg’ had to match the world famous dancer ‘Red Leg Zeff’’s protege on the dance floor. The same blonde chef that had fed him earlier.

Even then, Nami could see a path to finally absconding with all the treasure she had on board the Merry. Attentions were so focused on the Don Krieg dance off–and, for some reason, Zoro may have been dancing against a warlord???–that she easily got on the ship and tricked her way to sole control.

Her emotions hurt as she watched the tiny view of the Baratie fade away. Abandoning the nice crew she had been growing affection for, and leaving her lead on finding the sexy man that had fucked her real good.

But this was for the best, since anyone getting close to her would always get hurt–

“Look who I found.”

“J-Jango!”

The suddenness of his body pinning her made her gasp, and she soon found her mouth covered by his ungloved hand.

Her arms were pinned above her head. A pirate had her dead to rights against the wall.

So why did she feel so hot?

Nami had lived a longer life than some 90 year olds. The turmoil and betrayals and horrors she’d seen, not only the struggles to become a thief that could steal nearly a million beli from pirates, she’d seen a lot. Which is why most people in her life–including herself–often forgot that Nami was still a young adult. Hormones are the curse and the privilege of youth. As much as someone can think they are above such trivialities… Nami had a young body that had just had the best sex of her life so recently, and now deeply, carnally, spiritually, her pussy wanted more. And here he was; the more giver.

Nami’s heart rate immediately increased as Jango slowly pushed his body into hers, feeling that thick iron pipe of his brush up against her leg. He wasn’t being rough or violent, just taking control. Enjoying his prize. Savoring every inch of Nami with a sick grin that made her belly quiver. His hand left her mouth but not her body, running his thumb over her pouty lips to smear her own saliva against her neck.

She knew her face was heated and red, she knew those heart shaped eyes of his was watching her heaving bosoms raise and fall on her raspy breaths, but she just couldn’t stop her emotions. Nami wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad when his fingertips seemingly avoided touching her breasts. Circling the left side before touching down her back and then cupping her rear. She shivered at his grip, pushing back against it, trying to show defiance yet only giving him more.

“L… let me go…” she whispered breathlessly. Her heart so clearly wishing for him to disobey the order and just bring her in closer, to pound the burning itch that was ruining her panties right now.

Jango just continued to smile. Watching Nami curve her wriggling body to push it into his, watching Nami subconsciously lick her lips to wet them while staring at his, watching Nami’s sparkling eyes beg him to just take her already.

While he could have done many things, his eyes locked in on that sweet supple neck, appreciating the way she tilted her head to welcome his mouth as soon as she realised where he was heading.

Jango could feel that increased heart rate pulsing through the neck he nibbled, especially when his fingers on her buttocks started poking at her starfish. Nami’s weight needed to be held up more by the wrists he held as her legs shook from the dual contact. Soft gasps and unblocked moans right in Jango’s ear were better than any song this abrupt club had ever played. And that knowledge he’d left a hickey on someone who had hated him so much was just icing on the cake.

Nami herself–who had relied all her life on her smart wits–was struggling to think at all right now, other than how horny she was. The power of her own hormones smelling his seductive male scent so intensely was sending her entire body into overdrive. His lithe and surprisingly muscular body (thanks to years of accidental self hypnosis) still encompassed her. And with a little positioning, that boiling pole she kept brushing into would bump into her aching cunt. Maybe it would soon even be slamming up her empty slit…

“Still want me to let you go?”

Nami said nothing, looking almost ashamed at how much she wanted it. Pride still stood as her greatest shortcoming–even though her heart knew that it wanted him, even after being twisted by normality magic–Nami still wouldn’t ask him to make her his Moonflower Girl.

“You’re gonna have to beg for it this time, Red.” said Jango, “I’m a bull. I have a duty to spread my groovy DNA far and wide. If you don't want it, I'll just seed another garden, dig me?”

“B-bullshit. And I don’t… I won’t…” She wanted to fight more, maybe get him to start slapping her rear for talking out of line, but even that felt hard to get into. Nami really just wanted to get to him inside her already.

And, ultimately, Nami did feel like she was fucked over.

“You’ll have two more chances to beg, Red.” He smirked, suddenly dropping her to the floor and entering the door close by.

“Huh? W-wait!” She exclaimed once she caught herself, darting after him…

Only to find the women’s quarters completely empty.

“Where…?”

Nami worried her smoothie had sea water in it. He just… vanished! Appearing out of thin air then disappearing like a phantom!

She tried to scour the room. Calling him a pervert for hiding under the bed only to find nothing there. The windows were closed, the only exit was the door… was he a magician as well as a hypnotist?

There were no signs of him on the whole ship, just the empty sounds of waves splashing against her ship and the winds pushing her to that fateful island.