Rob's World: Familial Hypnotics with Violet and Helen

Rainbow light spilled forth from the dangling crystal, the prismatic rays dancing across the stricken faces of Helen and Violet Parr. Mother and daughter were on their knees, huddled close to one another, wearing identical faces with wide eyes, shrunken pupils, and blissfully blank expressions. Rob, the one holding the crystal pendant, couldn't help but smile over how adorable they looked.

It wouldn't have surprised Rob if other girls in Slut Class suspected or outright knew they had been hypnotized into being his, rather than the fiction of him just being a charismatic teacher that they all lusted for, but with Helen and Violet both knowing the truth, he had quite a lot of fun with them. With Helen's artificially installed, burgeoning hypnofetish, as well as Violet emulating her mother like the good girl she was. It was especially enjoyable seeing as the crystal he was currently entrancing them with was just a cheap piece of costume jewelry; no actual magical powers involved whatsoever.

Liara's exploration into his powers had dug up a few interesting kernels of knowledge, namely the aura he projected as a result of his wishes. Rob figured it was a manifestation of wishing for his fictional dream girls' destinies to be his, and would explain the various forms of conquering and enslaving women he had experienced: fucking Tifa, Nami, and Kamala into submission; physically overpowering Zarya; altering Brigitte and Cho's personality with a few choice words; the hypnotic videos he used in class; and using the amber pendant on the quartet of Westerosi women.

As far as Rob was aware, all that mattered was his intention, his belief, and his desire and he could literally project his will onto his targets, overwhelming them and bending them to his will. Right now, he wanted to hypnotize the Parrs into a mindless trance, and so he did, cheap, plastic gemstone or not.

Of course, it didn't hurt that both women belonged to him already and deeply wanted to feel the overwhelming euphoria of being under his control. Being subsumed by his will. Being subjected to each and everyone of his perverted desires.

"We belong to the Master. We exist solely for the Master." Helen and Violet droned happily in soft, distant, breathy voices, their entire bodies trembling in excitement and ecstasy over every word uttered.

"We love the Master. The Master loves us. We must earn his love. We must reward him for his love." Mother and daughter were wholly synchronized, speaking in perfect stereo in their dreamy, dulcet tones.

"Our bodies are his playthings. Our minds are his playthings. We are the Master's playthings." Rob could see Helen's nipples were rock hard, poking against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Violet shimmied on her knees, skirt rustling about her as she desperately clenched her shivering thighs together.

"We are slaves. We are mindless and obedient slaves. We are submissive, hypnotized slaves.

"We love being Master's slaves."

Rob basked in the heavenly tones of their mindless catechisms, the dulcet sounds of their dull voices, leaning back and withdrawing the stone from their field of view. As much fun as it was to barge into a woman's life and do whatever he wanted, knowing they would fall to him without fail, he really did need to just straight-up hypnotize more women. Watch them futilely fight off his will, only to crumble into blank states, to be rebuilt into whatever he wanted, so long as that whatever included being his loving, devoted slavegirl. Then, relish in his triumph as he watched his mindless, addled victims slowly rose from their trance, faces restored with emotion and thought as they put together the pieces of their broken minds...

Exactly like Helen and Violet were doing now! Freed from the prismatic prison of the pendant, mother and daughter slowly stirred, rapidly blinking as their eyes dilated and refocused, faces twitching as if they were fighting off the effects of anesthesia.

Helen awoke first, loping to her feet then into the air and then into Rob's lap in one fluid motion, all but pouncing him out of his wooden kitchen chair and ravaging him, the horny minx that she was. She was always the first up after their little trance-play and was always super horny as a result of it. Rob happily chuckled as he had his pliable, flexible, elastic Pixar MILF all over him, her massive breasts pressing against his chest, her tongue growing to nearly two-feet in length, lashing out in slobbery hunger, lapping at Rob like she was a dog before invading his mouth and exploring every nook and cranny within.

Meanwhile, Violet awoke with a soft sigh, smiling beatifically and waiting patiently as her mother and teacher made out like drunken teenagers above her. Both of Rob's great, strong hands took ahold of Helen's ample derrière, kneading the pliable, moldable cheeks like dough, squeezing and stretching and distending them, several stitches in Helen's jeans audibly popping due to the **** they suffered. Probably best if all of Helen's clothing were made of the same ultra-durable, ultra-stretchy material her super-suit was made out of.

Writhing in the grasp of her love, her entire midsection rising and wriggling like a snake, Helen moaned loudly, finally turning attention to her daughter. "Mmm~... Violet, honey, go and make dinner..." Helen's voice was heated, with a slight edge to it, talking down to her submissive daughter. "Me and the Master are going to be very busy in the meanwhile." Violet quickly came to her feet, smiling and curtseying, all to eager to please.

"Yes, momm-" Rob held up one finger, immediately stopping both Parr women in their tracks.

"Now, Helen," Rob began, his tone lecturing but gentle, "while I don't mind you bossing around your daughter - in fact, I quite love the relationship you two have fostered - you're forgetting one important thing: Violet obeys you, but you both obey me."

On reflex, Helen opened her mouth in protest, before catching herself, bowing her head meekly. "Yes, Master. You're absolutely right. I'm just use to it being just the two of us." Rob comforted her with a smile, gently running a pair of fingers along the curve of her face.

"It's alright, dear. We can still make Violet cook for us later. Just, right now, I would like to have a little one-on-one time." Then, Rob added with a lusty grin. "And play with you while I'm at it."

Before Helen could respond this time, Rob pushed her off of him and back to her feet. Then, he firmly pressed two fingers right upon the centre of her forehead. "Helen, you are no longer a person," Rob said in a firm, steady voice, "you are an object. You are without will or thought. Your body is perfectly strong and flexible, to be molded to my pleasure. Because you are an object."

A whisper of a cry passed Helen's lips at the moment of contact with Rob's fingers, and then went entirely stiff at the utterance of his orders. Legs locked together, arms pinned at her sides, and back ramrod straight, all emotion drained from Helen's face once more, as her personhood and sense of self fled her mind, transforming into a blank object shaped like Helen Parr.

Rubbing his hands together in mischievous glee, Rob stalked to the thoroughly empty woman and went to work, shaping her body like a sculptor working a pile of clay. With some effort, Rob flipped Helen upside-down and balanced her on splayed out palms, before stretching her back and buttocks outward and bending her at a ninety-degree angle. Her legs were flipped inward and pinned against her body, extended so that they stretched away from her ass. The entire time Rob manipulated her form into that of furniture, Helen was perfectly still and silent, not even so much as blinking or visibly breathing.

Now raised, bent, and balanced facedown, Helen resembled a sumptuous lounging chair, one which Rob was all too happy to recline in, as it made for a much more comfy seat than some old kitchen chair. Resting along her extended back, with his head nestled perfectly among her ass, Helen did not so much as wobble when bearing Rob's substantial weight. Rob finished off by unzipping and whipping out his cock, rotating Helen's neck one-hundred-eighty degrees and popping her mouth-pussy open for what it was meant for. She began to suckle on the length immediately. Even as a mindless object, Helen knew what her purpose was.

"Ohmygosh, sir!" Violet gasped, her cheeks burning red at the sight of it all. Of her teacher-master-lover using her own mother like that. Panting and staring, her words failing her, the young woman finally said, "That was... incredible..."

"Oh, it was nothing, dear." Rob replied, motioning for Violet to sit upon his lap. "I just love playing with women with superpowers, and your mother is especially fun to play with." Violet hopped upon Rob's lap, throwing her arms around him and nuzzling against the chest of the older, bigger man. "It also helps that she's so perfectly obedient, aren't you, Helen?"

Helen did not reply, save for a glassy stare as she continued to suck on Rob's cock, tongue winding around it like a boa constrictor.

"But, what I really wanted," Rob said, fanning out Violet's silky black locks with one hand, "was a little one-on-one time with you, beautiful." Violet blushed, furiously again, turning away from Rob. "Aw, you're so cute when daddy compliments you, did you know that?" Violet's blush deepened, as she turned her head away, face hidden beneath her hair.

"Oh my god, please... that's so embarrassing when you say that!"

Bemused, Rob slowly tried to coax Violet back to him. "What? You call me 'daddy' all the time, sweetheart. What's so embarrassing about when I say it?"

"I don't know, it just is..." Violet muttered, eyes darting away from Rob. "It's embarrassing and silly! Even when we're by ourselves, but especially if you said it in front of anyone I know. And especially if you said it in front of the girls from class."

"Violet, honey, I know what you do with your own mother. You're way beyond 'embarrassing' and 'silly' in this family." Rob said, tone slightly exasperated. Of course, he should have expected his teenage daughter to show a little rebellious streak in this sexy daddy-daughter roleplay they had going on.

"I know..." Violet said, heading sinking, voice sullen, before she fell into silence. For a brief while, the only sound in the apartment was the steady, wet noises of Helen mindlessly suckling on Rob's knob. Rob enjoyed the reprieve, holding Violet close, stroking her hair, and spoiling her with soft kisses. He didn't need much more than this, to be honest but, eventually, Violet spoke up again.

"I do really like it though... our relationship. Being with you, sir. I-I... uh, I don't think I've been happier."

Rob did find it supremely amusing that Violet could still be so shy and soft-spoken, despite everything that had happened, everything that Rob had done to her and with her, but he supposed that was just her canon self shining through. And he loved her demeanour, regardless. He was certain Violet's quiet, timid nature made her one of his favourites.

Rob just held her, cradling Violet with her head rested against his chest, as she poured her heart out.

"I mean... I know you made me and my mom and the others your slaves, but I don't care! Is that crazy?" Eyes shimmering, Rob assuaged Violet's worries without a word, just a smile and a kiss. "No, no, it isn't... because my life is so much better now that I'm yours, Master! I have a better relationship with my mom, I have friends - I never really had girl friends growing up, but now I have so many! Kim and Anne and Luz and GoGo and Gwen and Gwen and Wednesday, and we can go to the mall or the movies or the beach or whatever and just have fun all day long!

"Plus, I have you..." Violet bit her lip, smiling slightly, fully wrapping her arms around Rob's broad frame, pressing herself to him as closely as she could manage. "I know I just said it was embarrassing, but you really are like my dad. You're strong and smart and handsome and such a calming presence. I think every girl would kill to have a man like you in their lives, and I know I'm so, so, so lucky to be your ****, sir..."

Rob was taken aback, genuinely touched by Violet's heartfelt plea. Sure, all of those thoughts and feelings were ones he had cultivated, but to have such a beautiful, brilliant young woman say those things to him - especially someone he had crushed one like Violet Parr - all but swept him from his feet. God bless the lamp and the genie, for he truly felt like he was the luckiest man alive.

"I feel the same way, Violet..." Rob replied, one hand rubbing the small of her back and the other fishing for something in his pocket. "That I am beyond lucky to have all the girls, but especially your mom." He propped Violet's head up so that they were at eye level, her bluish-purplish eyes flooded with emotion, almost overflowing. "But especially you, Vi..."

The two quickly fell into a kiss, soft and gently yet heated and all-engrossing. Time stopped for the two of them, as the world just became Rob, Violet, and the affection they felt for one another. Violet's lips turned into a smile while pressed up against Rob's, the young woman wanting little more than to stay within this frozen moment for all eternity. All she needed was Rob and his love. She felt like he was the entire reason for her being, that her life was incomplete and without purpose before she met him.

But, of course, nothing could last forever, no matter how beautiful, both due to the passage of time and due to Rob's desires.

He once more brought out the cheap, fake crystal and held it before Violet, point-blank, immediately enchanting her with the splash of colouring striking her angelic visage.

"Violet, I love you, but I am going to hypnotize you again." Rob said in a steady, commanding voice, as he watched Violet go from quietly content to surprised to blank in the span of a second. "Violet, I love you, but I need more from you. I want more from you. And you are mine, so you must obey me."

"Yes, Master..." Violet droned dreamily, a silly, drunken smile slowly coming to her face. "My mind belongs to you... you may change and improve me however you see fit... I will be happy regardless... because I am yours and I must obey..."

"Good girl." Rob felt Violet squirm upon his lap, followed by a wave of heat from her crotch at the compliment. "Even though we are not related by blood, you are my daughter and I am your father, your daddy. You love being my daughter, you love having me as your daddy. You feel no shame or embarrassment over this fact. You want everyone to know that I am your daddy, that you are sexually involved with your daddy. Nothing makes you happier than making your daddy happy. Do you understand?"

Face alit by the mesmerizing rainbow, Violet nodded stiffly. "Yes, daddy... your daughter loves and obeys you..."

Rob smirked. Perfect.

The moment Violet was brought up from her trance, Rob dismounted from the still empty Helen and mounted the newly enamoured Violet, exploiting her old powers and her new fetish. Stripped of most of her clothing and bent over, Rob quickly penetrated Violet's tight, sopping pussy, one hand holding her hair and the other seizing a wrist, thrusting away while Violet took her cue, turning the lower portion of her body invisible.

Rob could perfectly see his thick, turgid cock within Violet's disembodied cunt and womb, seemingly hanging in the air, quickly depositing a load of semen into that invisible interior. The thick, white cum surged forth, again looking as if Rob had simply released in mid-air, but it quickly hit an invisible wall, forming around the curvature of Violet's womb, before settling within that chamber, a boiling mass of seed hanging in midair.

The sight of his emissions within the invisible body of his new "daughter" drove Rob further and further. And Rob's powerful fucking drove Violet wilder and wilder. "OOOOOOOOH~ DADDYYYYYY!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, no doubt alerting the other apartments on the floor, perhaps even the ones above and below. "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK MY SLUTTY LITTLE CUNT! THIS IS THE BEST THIS IS WHAT I WAS MADE FOR!!! I'M SO LUCKY, I WANT MORE! MORE! MOOOOOORRRREEE!!! OH MY GOOOOOD~ EVERY YOUNG WOMAN NEEDS AN OLDER MAN IN THEIR LIFE, A DADDY OF HER OWN, TO SERVE AND OBEY! EVERYONE SHOULD DO THIS DADDY!!! EVEEEEEEERYOOOOONE!!!"

Helen, still posed as a chair and still bereft of any thing resembling a thought, would have undoubtedly been happy with the new relationship between Rob and Violet, even as Rob pulled out and painted Violet's invisible bum with more strands of cum. Certainly, when she woke up, the Parr family was going to be much, much closer and have so much more fun that before....

But all of these fun little fetish games - hypnosis sessions and human furniture and faux-incestuous roleplay - that was all just a one small part of Rob's world.

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Why, yes, I did schedule this after the cliffhanger in the main story thread just to stretch it out.

Again, this thread will be updated irregularly (in a perfect world, I would like to update it once a month or so), and I do have a few more stories already in mind, but if you have a girl you want to see featured in Rob's World, or a scenario you have in mind, don't be afraid to let me know in the comments. Or, take your hand at a guest chapter, if you're feeling up to it. All I hope is that you guys continue to enjoy what I am putting out for you all.