He turns her into a nice little piggy

Chuck was waiting, hoping, really, that Delilah would put up more of a fight. She’d already resisted the hypnotist once, talked back, taken a hit to the face without flinching. Maybe that defiance meant something. Maybe there was a limit to what this bastard could do. Maybe it wasn’t just words and snaps; maybe there was something supernatural at play here, some dark edge that only worked on people who were already weak or willing. If Delilah could resist, if she could stay herself even for a minute longer than the others, then maybe Katie still had a chance buried somewhere under all the suggestions.

His thoughts snapped apart when Katie walked right in front of his table again.

She looked worse than before. Hair no longer in loose strands, someone had gathered it up into a lazy, messy bun, the kind she wore when they were just lounging at home on a Sunday, no makeup, no plans, comfortable. Chuck was used to seeing it like that. Loved it, even. But outside? In public? She’d never let herself be caught dead with her hair looking that careless. Yet here she was, walking through a room full of strangers like it was nothing. There were streaks of cum in it, white, drying in clumps near the roots and tips, making the black strands stick together in places.

Her whole body was covered in splotches. Cum on her tits, her stomach, her thighs, some fresh and glistening, some already flaking off. She was completely naked now. No lingerie, no stockings, nothing. She carried a tray waitress-style, balanced on one palm, drinks clinking gently, moving with that same confident sway.

Chuck’s eyes dropped lower. Something was dangling out of her ass. One of the red bra straps, still attached to the ruined cup had been shoved inside her, the rest hanging out behind like a humiliating tail, swinging with every step she took.

“Katie,” he called out, voice cracking but audible.

She heard him. Turned. Gave him the bright customer-service smile she’d been flashing everyone else. Then her eyes focused, recognized him, and the smile twisted into pure disgust once more, lip curled, nose wrinkled, like he was something stuck to her shoe.

Before he could say anything else, a guy at the table right behind Chuck yelled, “Hey Katie! Come here and let me fuck your pussy, why don’t you.”

Katie’s face lit up again, professional, eager. “Right away, sir,” she said sweetly. “I’ll be with you shortly.”

She turned and kept walking, tray steady, bra-strap tail swaying, disappearing toward the side tables.

Chuck couldn’t follow her with his eyes. Couldn’t turn his head that far. The invisible grip yanked his gaze back forward.

On stage, Delilah was already naked and on all fours. Her long blonde ponytail had been yanked out, hair loose and wild around her shoulders now. She stayed perfectly still in position, ass up, head down, waiting.

The hypnotist circled her slowly, mic in hand.

“…folks, Dirty Lilah here will eat whatever you put in her face,” he was saying. “Your ass, your pussy, your dick, because she’s a good little piggy, aren’t you, Lilah?”

Delilah lifted her head just enough to look out at the crowd. Then she oinked, loud, wet, ridiculous. The room laughed.

Em walked out from the wings carrying what looked like a full apple pie, golden crust, steam still rising from the top vents.

The hypnotist took it from her, held it low in front of Delilah’s face.

She didn’t hesitate. Dove right in, face-first, hungry, no hands. Pie filling smeared across her cheeks, nose buried in the crust, bits of apple and cinnamon sticking to her lips and chin. She ate like she was starving, grunting and snuffling, not caring that half the pie was smashing against her skin.

“See, folks?” The hypnotist said, laughing. “What a pig.”

He grabbed the rest of the pie, what was left in the tin and smashed it hard against one of her ass cheeks. The crust cracked, filling oozed down her thigh. Delilah stayed on all fours but immediately started twisting, trying to reach around and lick it off her own ass, turning in clumsy circles, tongue out, chasing the mess like a dog after its tail.

The crowd roared.

The hypnotist gave her ass a light pat. “Off you go, piggy. Go find your own food.”

Delilah crawled forward, still on hands and knees, oinking softly as she headed for the ramp off the stage. Pie still smeared on her face and ass, hair hanging in sticky clumps. She disappeared into the audience the same way Annie had, already scanning for whatever “food” she could beg or steal.