Meet My Imaginary Friend: Hypno

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“BLOO!”

“YOU CAN’T PROVE ANYTHING!”

Frankie Foster clenched her temples. How was it only Tuesday? It felt like this week was already dragging on, but that was the general feeling she always had working here. Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends needed a lot of help, and she didn’t really get it as the single jane-of-all-trades caretaker. Which meant keeping everything clean and tidy, while also caring for the huge variety of abandoned imaginary friends that lived here. Though she loved it here, Frankie did feel like a holiday was long overdue.

Honestly it was just hard keeping up with the amount of imaginary friends walking through their doors these days.

The world had changed a lot since she reached her thirties. Internet trends of making viral videos around making imaginary friends just for single use, as well as general internet brain rot turning kids to zombies, meant Foster’s was filling up more than she could balance.

That Ryan Reynolds movie ripping them off was a pain too…

All this to say that Frankie had to take a moment to register that the yellow creature standing in the doorway of the home was indeed new.

It was about the same height as her, with a long nose, white fuzz around its neck, and a simple silver yo-yo swinging back and forth. She felt like she’d seen him before, but after a few seconds of staring at his yo-yo she decided to welcome him properly.

“Oh, hey there, new guy! Welcome to Foster's, I'm Frankie. What's your name?” she asked, trying to sound cheerful despite the mounting pressure behind her temples.

The creature said nothing. It just stared, eyes keeping a firm lock on her own.

Frankie frowned, silent friends weren’t super common but some kids did prefer to just have someone to hug and listen. The fact he was human sized was a little disorientating, a few inches shorter than her but still looking rather like an adult in a suit. Had the kid who imagined it wanted an adult in their life and abandoned it when their parents came back? A bright yellow adult that loved to yo-yo?

Was he ever going to do a yo-yo trick? Frankie folded her arms, staring at the swinging string with growing interest. It was like the more it swung, the more her focus was being pulled towards the-

“FrAnKiE! I have proof I didn’t-oh wow, is that a Pokemon?!”

She blinked in confusion as Bloo pushed her out of the way. The new friend looked like he was shocked and angry at the interruption, though Frankie didn’t notice as she was feeling a rippling headache from looking away from the yo-yo.

“Haha! Yeah! It’s a Hypno! One of the kids at school was obsessed with him. Me and Mac used to burn that guy’s Hypno deck down with our kickass Charizard card all the time!” Bloo laughed, earning Hypno’s ire even more. “Hey, is this pendulum real?”

Realising the blue blob had swiped his prized item, the yellow friend tried to swipe it back, “H-Hypno!”

“Wait a minute! Let me try and hypnotise you first!” Bloo insisted, easily gliding away from the Pokemon, “Ohh! Or Frankie! Then she’ll KNOW I didn’t do it! Come on, Frankie~ You’re getting very sleepy~”

“No one’s hypnotising anyone!” Frankie snapped, stomping up and snatching the pendulum from Bloo before shoving it in her jacket pocket. Hypno tried to grab it back but she blocked him, “Bloo, just… show the new guy to his room. I have to get a pain killer…”

As she trudged off, Hypno was glaring at Bloo.

“What?” asked Bloo with a dismissive shrug. “Come on, new guy. I’ll show you the garden where we keep all of the Pokemon that unimaginative kids make… New guy?”

The Hypno was gone.

Bloo gave one courtesy look around the home’s greeting hall before giving up forever and rushing off to play video games, “Hmm. Oh well! Not my fault!”

For the next few hours, Frankie found herself bothered in a whole new way: various lame yo-yo tricks.

This ‘Hypno’ was following her around quite a lot. She had no idea why, having already forgotten that she had his pendulum in her pocket due to the stress headache from earlier. But every time Hypno appeared he just… hung something in front of her.

She could only assume it was more yo-yo stuff, but he never even tried to flick the item. It was always just a weird back and forth motion, as if his kid never taught him anything cooler.

The first was a Wii remote hanging from its cable. She assumed that meant he wanted someone to play with, and sent him off with Eduardo.

Then Hypno appeared an hour later with a donut on a string, again just waving the ring thing back and forth but not in any way that made her want to watch, instead she just took the donut from him thinking he was offering it to her to eat. He walked off in a huff.

Hypno made a ball at the end of a scarf, swung the end of a headphone, strapped a belt onto a hula hoop, and every time Frankie tried to just be kind and calm. She was humoring the new guy a little to not discourage this creativity even if his yo-yo tricks were… well, nothing. It was weird. Even trying to clap after his little shows just made him look angry.

After the failed attempt at handbag hypnosis, the Pokemon was discouraged. Trudging through the hallway with a defeated slump to his shoulders.

“You’ll never control Frankie like that.” said Bloo, eating a donut in front of the Hypno while leaning in his doorway. “Now, if you get a box of Cookies? That’ll have her doing ANYTHING you want.” Bloo laughed, earning a quizzical eyebrow raise from the Hypno.

An hour later, Frankie was finally getting a moment's peace, doing her usual act of scrubbing a mysterious purple stain off the hallway floor. Her shift was nearly over, which meant she could retreat to her room for the rest of the night very soon. The chefs knew what to cook, no one was causing any major ruckus, and some Disney movie was being played on the TV. Once this was clean, not even Mr. Herriman would bother her.

The smell hit her first.

“Gasp!” Frankie’s head spun in every direction it could, trying to find the source, “Does somebody have one of Madame Foster's world-famous triple chocolate chip cookies?!”

Just the smell was enough to go feral. Drool pooling in her mouth at the mere idea of getting one of those perfect chocolatey circles. The scent of chocolate and cookie dough sent her far from the stain, following it as if the cookie had a visible brown trail in the air for her to sniff down.

At the end of the road was a cookie.

It didn’t matter to Frankie that it was hanging from a string. She didn’t mind that she had been led right to her bedroom and that Hypno was inviting her inside. All she wanted was the cookie.

Hypno continued to shake the cookie back and forth. Back and forth. Guiding Frankie into her own room as she locked her eyes on the waggling edible with pure unadulterated hunger.

“Gimme!” she insisted, rushing forwards.

A part of her was very annoyed that he somehow figured out how to do a yo-yo trick as the cookie flew around the world away from her. The Hypno pushed her back with his other hand, keeping her prize away from her as he went back to gently swaying the cookie.

“Hypno.”

Somehow, Frankie knew it wanted her to shut the door behind her.

The Pokemon smiled. It sat on Frankie’s queen sized bed with a demeanour of power over her, waving its makeshift pendulum back and forth for her. The box of cookies it had found in the back of the pantry had certainly done the trick, this girl’s weakness was pretty clearly defined.

Hypno pointed at her jacket pocket, “Hypno.”

“Here you go…” said the mostly mind blanked Frankie. She didn’t even mentally acknowledge she had the Hypno’s pendulum, but gave it back to him in a second, hoping dearly that he’d give her the cookie soon.

It was like a piece of him had been returned, and Hypno breathed a sigh of relief once the disc on a string was in hand again.

He placed the cookie down and began to swing his iconic hypno pendulum.

Frankie wasn’t looking.

Her eyes were locked on the cookie.

He snapped his fingers, trying to return her focus to his actual psychic powers.

“Are you gonna eat that?” she asked, drool still running down her chin.

Hypno rolled his eyes, grabbing his chocolate chip pendulum and just swinging it alongside his other one. Either one would work for him, as long as she was staring at the swinging back and forth, back and forth…

Compared to the mother of his last kid, it took far less time to break Frankie Foster.

“Fuck yeah! Master Hypno! Nnng! This is the BEST!”

Frankie had stripped for half a cookie. She’d danced around for a quarter of it. And had even sucked crumbs off his cock while blowing him. Somehow, without being able to speak Hypno, she understood all his commands. His psychic link while waving his pendulum was strong enough to bridge that gap, or she was just good at understanding imaginary friends after all these years.

His last family had rejected him once the eighteen year old who imagined him after reading too much hentai got kicked out. He’d had a lovely life fucking that guy’s mom and aunt, but with how many memory wipes they went through they probably didn’t consciously miss him. Though the idea of them being subconsciously unfulfilled did bring him some joy.

Still, Hypno had a new toy now. A beautiful busty redhead that was jumping on his yellow cock while he lay back in her bed, lazily shaking his coin in front of her.

Despite clearly being more hypnotised by the cookies, Frankie wasn’t immune to the pendulum. She was bending to his will just as easily as the rest. It just meant crossing some different wires in her head. Every taste of the cookie she got was now accompanied with a powerful orgasm from his cock, linking the two in her mind the more she fucked him. Soon, Frankie would be as addicted to sex with Hypno as she was to eating her grandma’s cookies.

Frankie herself was in heaven. Her mind was too riddled with pleasure to question where she was or what was happening. The huge cock in her pussy just felt too good mixed with the taste of triple chocolate chip in her mouth.

Each swing of his pendulum just made her hornier and wetter, which made her want to jump harder and faster on his fat dick. The stretching of her cunt was incredible. She’d never really been into sex, but now realised she just hadn’t found the right partner until Master Hypno had deemed her worthy of his time.

The hypnosis was making everything so much better, like when he reached forwards and groped her chest, sending waves of pleasure right from her pierced nipple.

A guttural moan that clearly aroused him escaped her lips.

Sweat poured off Frankie the more she jumped around. Hypno put a piece of cookie on his tongue and she darted forwards to suck it off of there, transitioning to a passionate and sloppy make out with the yellow creature.

His eyes began to tighten, and his hands pressed firmly onto Frankie’s huge ass to push her down. The feeling of his cum blasting past her cervix made Frankie scream right into his mouth, shuddering violently as her own orgasm overcame her. The boiling semen felt incredible inside Frankie. She just melted into him with her eyes rolled back and tongue lazily rolling against his own.

After a few minutes of making out with her master, he rolled her off of him. Bringing the pendulum to her eyes to finalise whatever mental control he needed to on her. She let it happen, not having the mental bandwidth to consider the dangers.

As a reward, he brought out a fresh cookie and rubbed it gently against her pussy lips. A huge smearing of his cum covered the dough, practically glazing it with his thick seed before offering it to Frankie. She took it in a heartbeat, sucking it off his fingers before chewing properly.

She moaned, shuddering in pleasure from the tiny micro orgasm she felt, “I didn’t think these things could taste any better… but I don’t think I’ll be able to eat them without your cum ever again…”

That was a year ago now and things had changed shockingly little since Hypno moved into Frankie’s room.

Bloo had assumed the Pokemon was adopted and stopped thinking about him pretty quickly afterwards, as did all the other friends that had seen him. The only major change was that Frankie locked her door up tightly, with no one allowed in or out. Frankie had taken a few of her first ever holiday days to treat her master to trips out, usually just for date nights at a hotel where they’d spend a few days fucking over the weekend.

Hypno rarely needed or wanted to leave the room. Only occasionally sending a mental command to his new sexy maid to return to his side with food, or to spend the rest of her shift without panties.

Despite the workload increasing, and the amount of sleep she got decreasing, Frankie became much happier around the home. Her body always feeling refreshed if achy, and many friends commented on the glow she had around the mansion. She didn’t even remember Hypno was up there, but every time she returned to her room the memories of her master would come flooding back.

It became a lot easier when Imaginary Frankie joined their thrupple. She was an imaginary friend that a horny kid had imagined up, looking a lot like Frankie but with bigger tits and a sluttier demeanour. Which was ironic considering how real Frankie acted behind closed doors. Imaginary Frankie hadn’t been allowed to stay with her original family, and was the only friend who had managed to get into Frankie’s room and discover the truth of Hypno. Imaginary Frankie had also been just as easy to hypnotise, and now spent all day every day in that room alongside her master.

Hypno looked down at the two mostly identical redheads licking his dick with pride. Now this was a home.