The Hypnosis App

Satoshi Sonobe had just finished bringing in the last of the baseball team’s equipment after practice, with no help ass always from the arrogant but undeniably talented team pitcher Asuka Morishima. The sun was beating down on the practice field as always, and he was covered in sweat from both practice and collecting the last of the equipment. Why did Asuka never help get everything back in storage? Why did he have all the luck?

Sonobe pondered this while changing out of his baseball club uniform, his frustration growing into anger as he did. When he finished changing he checked his phone before going toward bus stop. There was a text notification on the lock screen. The number was unfamiliar, but it said:

“I can help.”

Sonobe was confused, but he felt compelled to text back.

“Help with what?”

“I can help you be the ace, get you everything you want.”

Sonobe’s confusion was being washed over by a mysterious sense of ease. “How?”

The next message was just an app installation message. “Hypnosis App, would you like to install?”

Sonobe’s ease for whatever reason became an unbridled confidence. He clicked yes.

The app installed and loaded almost immediately. It felt supernatural. Then it loaded with its rules of use.

Hypnosis controls:

First: Specify your target, full name

Second: Fill prompt for hypnotic suggestions

Third: If suggestions that might result in physical/biological changes are made, significant time is needed to show effectiveness

Fourth: Hypnotic suggestions cannot include anything with lethal intent

Fifth: You cannot hypnotize those under the age of 18

After the rules flashed by on the screen, it began to swirl in a multi colored constantly shifting pattern, locking Sonobe’s eyes onto the screen.

Sonobe didn’t question this. It was filling him with too much confidence and strength to matter. The bus pulled up to the stop and he got on quietly. Aside from the driver, there was just one other person on the bus, an woman about in her twenties who was dressed for work at a relatively nice office building. Sonobe walked towards her and, subtly, read the name tag hanging from her coat pocket: Tazuna Mizuno.

She was undoubtedly beautiful, way out of his league. Not that he wasn’t handsome himself, she was just older. Her pencil skirt went down to just above her knees. Her blouse was well fitted enough to show off her curves, and straightened jet black hair perfectly outlined her beautiful face. Sonobe knew what his end goal was, but he needed a test subject.

Writer’s note: This story is based off a preexisting hentai comic by TSF no F and Nomu. While the broad story’s main line will be the same there are already multiple divergences and I intend to continue adding more.