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title: Hypno Weekend I

copyright: WhisperingVoid ©2023

collection: Bryn and Val

about: Before Bryn met Val and before his job at PacOceanic was anything more than a warehouse worker; the red panda loved to fantasize about how technology could wipe his pesky thoughts away and leave him a happy, horny mess. In the search for mods to the newest tech gadgets, Bryn finds someone that shares his interests.

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The red panda was squirming in his seat as the computer monitors in front of him, all six of them, scrolled cryptic lines of output. While he enjoyed himself his search program worked its magic on the Internet. Bryn had the chair leaned back, feet propped up on this desk with his legs spread wide and tail wrapped around the chair's base. He was naked expect for the stylish new virtual reality headset that he'd procured last week as a perk of his job. There was the sound of heavy buzzing coming from the hefty plug currently buried in his ass while his hands were busy at work on his cock and balls.

Toes curling at the sensations overloading his ass and cock, Bryn's mouth hung open under the frame of the headset. His mind was transfixed on a dazzling display of colors and patterns that were feeding his thoughts instructions on how he was a happy, horny hypno-drone who only teased himself. Bryn had been playing with himself for almost a full hour already and he felt he could go even longer. Even though the desire to grip harder or stroke faster burned in his head, he was being a good drone who only edged. Bryn's Saturday morning was going splendidly.

Everything was going so well, in fact, that Bryn didn't notice the soft bleep from his program running on the main computer. He missed all of the lines of output freezing momentary before continuing, only this time printing the same line of output over and over. The headset dazzling his eyes with color and his ears with harmonics prevented Bryn from seeing the small blue light atop his web cam as the device turned itself on. With his mouth struggling to form the words being flashed into his eyes, the red panda's back arched as he slipped a little closer to an orgasm than before. His hands slipped off of his lube covered cock to rub the dark, wet fur around his belly while his body quivered and edged. He moaned as the precum dribbled out the tip of his twitching shaft, mixing with the lube in his fur.

Silently and unnoticed, the monitors on his desk all closed their programs together. The room was cast into a darkness lit only by the bright purples and pinks leaking out from the headset pressed against Bryn's eyes. As his hands slowly reached back up, one cupping his balls while the other lightly spread the leaking precum over the shaft, Bryn's head lulled to the side. A little drool slipped out of his mouth as he shook violently at just a simple touch. His hands let go of his tender parts to rub his chest and tease his nipples instead. At the same time, a single command window opened on his main monitor with the words 'run sleep.exe'. Bryn's headset flashed brilliantly in the dark room and the red panda's body shook with surprise before going limp.

For an hour, Bryn lay flopped back in his chair as more activity lit up his computers screens. His arms lay where they fell on his stomach with the random twitch as his fingers wiggled. Occasionally he would mutter some slurred words talking about pleasure and obedience. Those mutters were the only indication that he wasn't sleeping but was actually deep in trance. His erection remained through the time that he drifted. The tip of his hard cock bounced slowly with his pulse as the lights of his headset flickered and flashed in wild patterns. Near the end of that hour, as the activity on the computer screens stopped, the lights flickering around Bryn's eyes died out and he gave a great stretch as if waking up from a nap.

"I have to say", said a voice from the computer speaker on the desk, "you are an absolute fucking cutie. I'd normally be pissed finding someone treading on my turf but with an ass like that? Hard to be mad, babe." When Bryn leapt forward, swinging the headset up off his eyes only to gasp as he forgot about the toy in his ass, the voice laughed. "Oh yeah sugar-tip, push that plug in deep for me."

"Who the fuck?" Bryn blurted, hands flying over his keyboard as his eyes scanned the empty screens. He checked for remote connections and found the path blocked by a password prompt. "Look, whoever the fuck you are you have no idea what you're doing messing with this system."

"Oh that is rich", the voice said, laughing again. The unknown female sounded absolutely delighted as they laughed. "Is that a threat coming from a horny edge slut that was actively hacking into my database using PacOceanic tech? Oh sugar-tip. Oh sweet bubble butt. Don't you worry. I'm not interested in messing with your employer. I know not to swim with the sharks. Now, for little minnows like you though? I got your number bubble butt."

Bryn let out a half gasp and half squeal of surprise as the toy in his ass jumped to the highest vibration setting without warning. Frantically standing up, legs shaking with the sensations, Bryn pulled the plug out with an embarrassingly loud slurping noise and let it drop to the floor where it shut off. He gingerly sat back down to catch his breath. Through his panting gasps, ignoring the continuous laughter, he muttered, "Fuck you, you little"-his voice stopped, eyes going wide as he stared at his monitors-"wait, your database?"

The laughter was almost uncontrolled now and didn't stop for a solid minute. As the voice on the computer calmed down, they final said between gasps, "Oh my god, I wish I had kept control of the camera to see how wide you must be gaping right now. That sound! Here I thought you just called it AlphaPlug on your network because you're a guy. That thing must be massive!"

"Are you finished?" Bryn asked, face burning with embarrassment. He mind was rolling with the possibilities that this could actually be the voice of the single most successful virtual and augmented reality creator on the Internet. Sure, he had been looking to data-mine some ideas from their work. He didn't, however, expect to actually meet them and certainly not like this.

"Not quiet, my sexy little thing", the voice said, "I took the liberty of digging through the code you were running when I popped in and saw that wonderful show. You've got some good ideas, sugar-tip, but you really held back on the control factors and influence vectors. Tell me the truth; are you afraid you couldn't make it even a day without popping a load over that coco soft tummy of yours?"

"I am not having this conversation", Bryn snapped, reaching for power switch of his computer.

"If you don't you'll regret it", the voice said, stopping Bryn's hand with the seriousness in their tone.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Bryn asked, shifting in his chair with unease.

"Answer my question first", the voice came back, "You ever go longer than a few hours of edging before you give in and orgasm?"

"Look this isn't", Bryn stopped and sighed. He hung his head in his hands, muttering, "My best is three hours."

"Thought so", the voice chimed, a giggle very clearly bubbling up from her voice. "Well drone, you're in luck 'cause I'm a gracious soul who rewards horny little toys for good shows. Seriously, babe, I made such a mess watching you I almost blitzed my keyboard. So anyway, I went ahead and adjusted some of your code for you. Feel free to spend the rest of the weekend digging through it for anything you can learn. It's a bit more, how to say this politely, functional than yours."

A tight knot of panic clenched Bryn's gut as he leaned forward, almost shouting, "You did what?!" His hands slapped the keyboard as he pulled up his VR headset's internal storage only to find his small recreational program was bloated to almost six times the original size. "Some of the code? None of my code is here! What did you do?"

The voice laughed, higher pitched and warmer as if the speaker had leaned forward into the microphone. "You were after my code sugar. So, I shared it with you. Don't worry. I'll call you back Sunday evening. That's only about twenty-seven hours from now. I've got some boring work to do and that gets me pent up like nothing else. So, my new sexy friend, when I call back you're should consider putting on another show for me. You can help me relax and then I'll show you how to remove the suggestions my code put into that empty little head while you were tranced out. Otherwise, you're welcome to try and figure it out on your own. Only took me seven years to learn how to do what I do. I'm sure you'll manage eventually."

"You've got to be kidding me", Bryn cried, "tell me what you did to me!"

"Oh you'll figure it out ya little butt slut", the voice purred. They were up close to their microphone and the lust in their voice was plain. "You get breaks between sessions for meals and some sleep, but not too much. Oh"-the sound of fingers being snapped bounce out of the speakers-"one more thing. I'd love to see you insert that plug toy of yours. I bet something that sounded that large makes your face all twisted in the most sexy ways as you work it in. Okay sweetie, see ya round. Little slut."

The speakers popped, shutting off, and Bryn knew the connection had been dropped. He cursed, adjusting himself in his chair, and started to pull open the files of the new code. He didn't know what the stranger had changed but he wasn't going to be daunted by the size of the program alone. After he'd opened his editors and compilers, however, his eyes caught movement in the corner of his vision. The clock on his computer screen, normally showing the current time, was counting down from twenty-seven hours and a few seconds. It rolled over to exactly twenty-seven hours and his computer speakers emitted a single, ringing note. The tone echoed through the room pure and clear, like a bell being struck by a brass hammer.

Bryn felt his eyes cross and his legs squeeze together as his body flushed with heat and arousal. With a gasp, he leaned back in his chair and looked down at his cock which had jumped to full attention almost instantly. The hot, heavy weight of need was already causing his muscles to twitch and his toes to dig into the carpet. His ragged breathes turned into low moans as Bryn let his hands dance up his thighs and over his sticky cock. Tingles of lust shook his abs while his back arched.

"Horny", he moaned, the word leaving his mouth without him meaning it to. As one hand reached for the lube bottle and the other squeezed his balls playfully, more words slipped out in a drone-like monotone, "Obedient. Good drones edge. Good drones play. Good drones never orgasm."

Letting his eyes closed on their own as he applied some lube to his hands, Bryn tried to stop himself from repeating the mantra of his own hypno-program. The words, however, relentlessly slipped out of his mouth. When he felt his hands working the lube up and down his shaft it was clear to him that he would obey them. Maybe, Bryn thought before his mind started riding the waves of pleasure, he could get enough edges in by dinner to satisfy the raging wildfire of arousal burning in gut. Then he could work on the code and fix this mess. That thought, and most others, slipped away as he kept slowly stroking his overly sensitive cock. Drool was already flowing from his mouth as the infectious mantra oozed from his lips.