Sydney Sweeney and the art of hypnosis

"So, hypnosis," the talk show host was asking the first guest of the night, "real, or fake?"

"Ah, don't tell me you're a sceptic!" the magician chuckled.

"Not at all! But there must be plenty of people who go to your shows just to try and catch you out?"

"How about if I perform a hypnosis live on the show tonight? Would you guys like that?" he called to the audience, who cheered in affirmation.

"That's coming up later, folks!" the host declared. "But now, please put your hands together for our next guest: the beautiful, the talented, and if I may say, the very well endowed, Sydney Sweeney!"

More applause broke out as Sydney walked onto the stage.

The host wasn't lying; she was gorgeous! Her blonde hair flowed in a wave down her back, her dark red lipstick matched her dress, which pushed up her breasts and gave away that she wasn't wearing a bra. She moved gracefully despite the high heels she was wearing, sitting down next to the hypnotist and waving at the audience.

After a few exchanges of banter, the host got the conversation back on track.

"So, Sydney, how do you feel about volunteering to be hypnotised?"

"Err...yeah, sure," she shrugged. She hadn't been expecting the conversation to immediately veer in that direction, but it sounded like fun!

"OK, Sydney, first things first, I need you to relax," the magician said, immediately springing into his routine. "Clear your mind...close your eyes if you want...but just focus on my voice."

Sydney's large chest rose and fell metronomically as she regulated her breathing, sinking back on the couch.

"Sydney, I want you to obey my voice, and do everything I say. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," Sydney nodded.

"Very good. Try standing up and walking over to the middle of the stage."

The audience were surprised at how submissively Sydney followed his command.

"Well done, Sydney. I'm going to need you to take off your shoes next."

Raising her right leg, the hypnotised girl worked her foot out of her high heel, temporarily unstable thanks to being taller on one side than the other. This was soon remedied after she freed her other foot.

"Tell me, Sydney; what are you wearing underneath your dress?"

"Just some panties."

"OK, I'd like you to take your panties off now."

Without hesitating, the blonde girl reached underneath her red dress and moments later, a pair of pale panties came into view, tumbling down her smooth legs and bundling around her bare feet. The actress stepped out of them, showing no reaction to being commando on national television.

"So just to clarify; the only thing you're wearing is that dress?"

"Yes."

"If you were to take it off, you would be stark naked?"

"Yes."

"Tell us how you would feel about being completely naked on TV."

Sydney shivered, her face turning as red as her dress.

"I would be really embarrassed! Being the only one nude in a room full of people would be awful, but millions of people on TV seeing my boobs...I...I..."

"OK, Sydney, you can calm down now," the hypnotist said with his victim becoming emotional. it didn't take long for her face to return to its normal colour, and for her breathing to become a steady rhythm once again.

"I'm sure there are some of you watching who still don't believe Sydney is hypnotised. Allow me to prove that she will do anything I ask." The magician oaided for dramatic effect.

"Sydney, I want you to take off your dress."

She immediately began to move. Twisting around awkwardly, Sydney's fingers blindly located the zipper, and pulled it down. As the two sides of the dress parted, Sydney was able to slip her arms out of the sleeves. This caused the garment to fall away from her torso, allowing her breasts to fall free. Once the dress was loose enough, the blonde girl was able to ease the red material past her hips, down her legs, and over her feet.

Silence fell in the studio.

The blonde bombshell, who had just admitted to hating public nudity, was now standing completely bare in front of them and not attempting to cover up!

Slowly, a ripple of applause broke out, which soon turned into a standing ovation.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the hypnotist bowed, accepting the appreciation of the audience. "Now, who wants Sydney to stay naked for a while longer?"

A deafening roar made it clear that there was not a single person in the room who wished for the nude girl to be clothed anytime soon.

"That's what I thought," the hypnotist chuckled when the crowd eventually quietened. "OK, Sydney," he turned to the naked girl, who was swaying gently, her arms by her sides. "I want you to act as if you're fully dressed, and be completely normal for the rest of the show; that means no shivering. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Sydney nodded and returned to the couch, her large chest jiggling as she shifted herself into a more comfortable posture.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," the host said. "After that performance, I don't think any of us will ever question the art of hypnosis again! And can someone get Sydney's clothes out of here?"

As the audience began to clap and the hypnotist departed the stage, a producer rushed out, scooped up Sydney's pile of clothes, and hurried away.

"Now that's all sorted, let's get onto why you're here," the host said to his naked guest once the crowd had fallen silent. "You've got a new film coming out..."