The Incredibles Hypno

Helen held the goggles in front of her, showing them off to her daughter.

“Are those…?”

“They are.” The goggles in question were Screenslaver tech. Elastigirl had done the hard work of questioning Evelyn and finding out where her old lab had been. She had needed to resort to every underhanded technique, every low blow to what shreds of guilt that villain had left, but she had won out the secret location. After that, it had been a simple matter of beating the front door in and taking out the mind-blanking goggles.

“Omg,” her daughter squealed. “I can’t believe it. You’re the best mother a daughter could ask for!” Her daughter practically leapt into her, hugging her, squishing the two of them boob to boob. Oof. When had her daughter become so strong? Violet’s hugs really compressed her ribs.

Helen felt herself tearing up a bit. She did try to do her best for both herself and her daughter. Ever since they had been programmed to become hypno-sluts it had been a bit of a trying time for the both of them, but things were beginning to look up.

Her daughter released her. “So, uh, that solves the brainwashing part. But we still need someone to be slaves for.”

“That’s a good point, dear. What about your father?”

“Ew no. He’ll never fully use us. He’s too good for that. I want someone who will have no qualms about making us their fully devoted sex slaves.”

“Someone of low moral standing,” Helen added.

“A villain in other words,” Violet noted. She put her hands on her hips and looked out over the city. “Well, there are plenty of those. We just need to find the right one. Someone who can take those goggles as a blueprint and really make the brainwashing permanent.”

Helen nodded. Her daughter had the gist of it. She knew it wasn’t a foolproof plan. The villain could refuse, clinging to some small scrap of conscience. But knowing the general villainous population of Metroville, it was unlikely. She grinned. Before the day was out, the two would be good and proper slaves. She just knew it.

Dan, otherwise known as the Gadgeteer, was right in the middle of his heist when he heard the telltale arrival of superheroes on the roof. Drat. He had been so close too. He had just gotten out of the warehouse and was about to leave. And he really needed these parts for his experiment. You just couldn’t get these sorts of specialized tools from anywhere, not cheap at least. That’s why he had planned this all out, picked out this specific warehouse.

“Stop, villain!” one of the superheroes announced. Was that Elastigirl’s voice? Double drat. There was no chance in hell of him beating her. With some lesser superheroine he could at least try to fight.

Well, he certainly had no intention of just standing there. He readied his smoke bomb. A retreat was in order. But before he could throw it, he felt a hand clench down. He tried to throw it off, but looking down he saw it was Invisigirl’s telekinetic **** clamping him.

“When we said stop, we meant it. But don’t worry, you’re not in any trouble. Not with us at least.” Invisigirl floated towards him. It took him a second to process her words. And then another. And a couple more after that. Not in trouble? What the hell did that mean?

“You might be thinking, ‘what the hell are they talking about’,” Elastigirl walked over and voiced his thoughts, “but it’s really quite simple. We’re not here as superheroines today.”

“You’ll excuse me if I don’t believe you.”

“We will do no such thing. You’re our captive audience, at least for now, so listen closely.” He detected a hint of frustration in the younger superheroine’s voice. “We’re going to let you in on a secret. We’ve been brainwashed. Brainwashed to want to be brainwashed more. It’s just that the person who brainwashed us got locked up. So we need someone else to do that. And you’re the lucky man who’s going to do that.”

What the hell were they talking about? Was this some kind of sting operation? “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t do any mind control tech.”

“Oh? But you could. I’ve studied your profile, Gadgeteer. All you need is the right motivation and the appropriate materials, and I think we’ve got both covered.” Helen pulled out the Screenslaver goggles. “There’s your materials. And for motivation, what man would refuse having two superheroines as his sex slaves. Because that’s what we want. And it’s what you want too. Don’t try to say you wouldn’t want to fuck these tits. Or smother your face in these asses. They’re yours for the taking. Just say the word.”

Dan gulped. This was going way too far for a regular psy op. Were they, could they possibly be speaking the truth? No way. But… perhaps?

“Here, just to show you we mean business. We’re going to put these on. You can command us to do anything. Anything at all.” She moaned that last part. “Just agree to use us. And to use these goggles as a base for a permanent brainwashing. We need this.”

Elastigirl and her daughter both put them on. Immediately their bodies went ramrod straight, and drool began to pool out of the corners of their mouths. Dan knew what was happening. He had watched the news vids. This tech just blanked the mind, making them practically puppets. He could command them to do anything and they would. But as soon as they were removed they’d be back to normal, with full memories. He gulped again.

His fear didn’t stop him from reaching out and palming Elastigirl’s boob. It was so soft and it deformed under his touch. She didn’t utter a word of protest. Not that she could. Her mind wasn’t even there to form the thought to say anything about it.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“I do,” she answered in a monotone. All emotion was gone. Just the brute carnality of it. He reached over and did the same to Invisigirl

“And what about you?”

“I like it,” the daughter concurred, just as emotionless.

He released their boobs, somewhat unwillingly. “Strip to your underwear,” he commanded, and they obeyed like the automatons they were. It didn’t take long, and when they were done, they were only wearing sexy smallclothes.

He licked his lips. “Did you dress like that because you knew you were going to be stripped?”

“We hoped,” They said together.

“Well, wish granted.” He didn’t quite know what to feel about this. About having a literal dream handed to him. He, like many other villains, hell, like many other men in Metroville had fantasied about the two bombshells. And now they were his. Or at least, they promised to be his and long as he fulfilled their dream of making them his true slaves and not just temporary puppets.

Okay. He could do that. He wasn’t quite sure how. He certainly wasn’t an expert in neurodynamics. But he could figure it out. Part of his superpower was increased learning speeds. His lack of expertise in this particular field was more so a fear of the consequences of getting found out rather than lack of effort. But now the cat was out of the bag, and the pussy was in his hands, or it would be. And to top it all off, he had two living superheroine dolls he could use in any future heists if he needed some more parts to make their shared dream a reality. Just needed to be a bit careful that they didn’t get found out, but with their help it would be easier than ever.