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Mesmer's New Assistant Day 1

By The Hypnotized Quill

Albert had come into the carnival by himself late one summer night as the crowds were winding down. He was an athletic wolf who played football for the state college, and he'd always been a sucker for the state fairs and carnivals that came through the small town he grew up in before moving to the big college town. It was nostalgic.

It had been just a couple dollars to enter, and he bought several rolls of tickets to ride the rides and play the games. He rode the whirl-a-tron, the swinging swings, the little coaster, and then went to the midway, munching a corndog and following it up with a snow cone.

He was having a blast playing the midway games: a pellet-gun shooting gallery, a ring toss, the water balloon filling game, and dart tosses. He lost most of them, they were rigged of course, but as he did he relaxed more, so when his eyes were drawn towards the tent at the center of the carnival he decided to check it out.

There were several people coming out of the tent, a couple of guys, a few women, and some beefy, buff guy wearing the letterman jacket of his college. He curiously went over, his arm carrying a huge bunny plush he'd won at the ring toss. The gorgeous white bunny gal at the front of the entrance smiled up at him, pressing her breasts together, threatening to pop out of the top of a uniform that looked eerily similar to the ones the playboy girls wore.

He was gay, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate feminine beauty. All the more so when she had a bulge in her uniform that made his own stir in his pants. "So, what is this," he asked, tilting his head.

"Ah! This is the crown jewel of the carnival! It's Master Mesmer's Magnificent Marvels of the Mind~!" She beamed happily, bouncing up and down on her large hind paws. "It's 20 tickets, which is quite a lot, yes, but it's so worth it! Oh, it is an 18+ show," she added, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and giggling.

"Oh, uh, yes I am. Just turned 21 actually," he answered with a grin, taking the rest of his tickets and offering them to her.

She counted out the tickets and then slid them into a locked box, taking up a stamp and pressing it into the back of his paw. She beamed at him as a tingle spread through his paw, up his arm and into his spine. "This is usually just good for the night, but since there's only a couple shows left, I'll let the others know that you can come back tomorrow free of charge~." She chittered softly, leaning against him and kissing his paw softly as the ink solidified. He somehow knew it would last at least a full day, no matter what. How he knew this he didn't know, but he wasn't going to second guess it if it got him some free hypnosis shows.

He'd always had a light thing for hypnosis in shows and movies, always finding it a bit more erotic than it was meant to be. He stepped into the tent, where two other bunnies were sweeping the floor, picking up trash, and wiping up... was that jizz? He shrugged and walked in further. One of the bunnies, this one with no visible bulge and much longer hair than the one at the entrance, smiled up at him. "Hi~! Master Mesmer will be out when the show starts in 10 minutes. You can go get a snack or just sit and wait, but he doesn't see the audience during breaks," she explained, only to have a dazed looking girl wander out and put lie to her words, cum dripping from her cunt. She saw Albert and giggled up at him, fingering her drooling cunt a few times before the bunny cleared her throat. She broke out of her haze and pulled up her shorts, buttoned them and scurried out, her rat tail lashing behind her.

"That was, uh.... Well, I guess this is an adult show. I guess I know what I'm getting in for then," he said with a smile, tilting his head. The bunny giggled and went back to her work. It was several more minutes of scrolling through twitter porn threads on his phone while several people began to come into the tent, all above 18 as promised, muttering amongst themselves, a little over a dozen of them in all. They broke off into separate groups and scattered into the bleachers. The stage was at the focus of a half-dozen of them in a wide circle, a curtain drawn across the back of the stage.

Circus music started to play as fog spilled out from between the folds of the curtain, sparks spraying up into the air after a moment with a snap and a crackle. With a twirl and a snap of his cape the tall, older fox dispersed the smoke and fog, grinning to the crowd. He spoke with a projected voice, deep and warm, welcoming.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to Master Mesmer's Magnificent Marvels of the Mind!" He said with a flourish of his arms into a bow. "I am your humble Master of Ceremonies today. When you crossed the threshold you crossed into a world of mental manipulation, of trances and suggestions. If you are not interested in having your mind toyed with in the most playful of ways, might I suggest you leave and pick up your refunded tickets on the way out?"

Two people from the groups left, grumbling as they took their tickets and walked out. Everybody else shifted and looked up at him, unsure of what was going to happen, but there was an unspoken excitement in the air.

"Now then! I'd like a volunteer please," he said with another snap of his cape, scanning the crowd. A young twink of a tiger bobbed up and down. He was no older than 19, maybe even still 18.

"You there, young tiger. Come on up," he said invitingly, holding out a paw and helping the excited young man up onto the stage and into a nice, comfortable armchair. "What's your name, son?"

"Erm, my name's Harry," he answered with a nervous smile.

"Just relax, Harry, and accept that you're safe with me." As the fox spoke he pulled out a gleaming golden pocket watch on a chain, and started to swing it gently in front of his eyes. "I know this may be a bit cliche, but it helps to have something people associate with hypnosis. So just relax and stare, watch it swinging back and forth, gently, quickly, the soft ticking of the watch becoming the only sound other than my voice," Mesmer spoke loud enough for people to hear, but soft enough not to startle the tiger.

Harry looked skeptical as the fox pulled out the pocket watch, but as soon as his eyes locked onto the watch something washed over him, a need to stare and listen. He listened to the words and breathed in deeply, slowly in, slowly out, muzzle hanging open just slightly, feeling stress melting away from his head, to his shoulders, and further down, as if it were fluid running down a series of ramps down and down. His eyes grew heavy and he let out a soft, lazy purr.

"That's it, good boy. Tell me about yourself," Mesmer urged softly, whispering into his ear, his warm breath causing the ear to flick gently. "Tell us about your kinks, your deepest secrets about your sexuality..."

"My name is Harry, I just turned 18 a couple months ago, I came here on a dare, but I'm so curious about hypnosis. I watched these shows as a kit, with hypnosis and it always made me feel weird," he started explaining, uncertain why he was giving so much detail, but he couldn't resist. "As I got older I started reading hypnosis fiction, porn mostly, and it got me off quicker than anything else," he continued, breathing deeper, his body relaxing more.

In the audience Albert squirmed, trying to hide his erection from watching the cute guy getting sunk so deep. He had also had certain feelings about the subject, but hearing this tiger purr out about his fantasies, it was getting to him. He heard moans from behind him, looking up to see another tiger stroking his cock.

"I started having fantasies of dominatrixes hypnotizing me into their slave, into their pet," he purred out, obviously sporting a hard-on.

Mesmer undid the tiger's pants and let his 5 inches of cock out of his pants, stroking the tip gently. "Ever had any thoughts of men doing it," he asked gently, soothingly.

Harry nodded, swallowing, "I always thought I was straight, but lately...the thought of some big, buff jock just hypnotizing me, twisting..."

"Harry, you're such a good boy, and good boys get so hard and horny for anyone more dominant than them, men or women or anyone in between, and they throb at the phrase 'good boy'," he started, watching with satisfaction as he watched that cock ache and throb. "I'm going to put a trigger into your head now, buried so deep you won't know it's there, not consciously, but you'll obey regardless," rumbled the fox, sporting his own erection. "Whenever you hear 'trigger happy' you'll orgasm, and for the next 24 hours, cumulatively, you'll have a sensitive hair trigger cock. A couple of strokes or enough teasing and you'll burst into a fit of orgasms, your refractory period gone," Mesmer smiled at the audience, winking at them as if they were in on the joke. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master Mesmer," He moaned, suddenly so much more submissive...this male was his master, anyone who talked to him like they owned him did so. "Yes, Master Mesmer, I understand...." He was drooling now, cock aching and twitching.

Mesmer stopped the swinging watch by catching it in his other paw. He clapped a paw on the tiger's shoulder, suddenly and firmly enough to startle him out of his trance. "How do you feel, my boy?"

"Oh um..." He looked around, and then noticed his cock out of his pants. "Eep! I...what the heck?!"

"Oh, don't worry about it, you were just being a good boy," he said, testing the trigger, smiling reassuringly at him.

Harry shuddered and moaned, cock throbbing as he humped the air, panting softly. "Oh gosh! It feels so good, Master Mesmer," he exclaimed.

"You know, some of my subjects find themselves so trigger happy with the word 'master' that-" Before he could finish the tiger spasmed and came, spraying an under average amount of seed across his length and legs, moaning lewdly and trembling. "Oh my, you are so sensitive to that word, aren't you," he asked with a smile, leaning down and blowing on the cock, warm, moist air. The tiger came again, whimpering and huffing, writhing in the chair.

"F-fuck..." he wheezed out, drooling as his tongue hung out. "Oh god that feels so good," he purred happily as he spoke.

"Such a good boy," he rumbled softly into his ear. "Now, be a dear and go back to your seat," he commanded, looking out into the crowd as Harry walked back to his seat, looking dazed and with his cock still hanging out and throbbing.

"Now, who's up next?" A bull stood up and went to the stage without being called on. He was a big, beefy guy with bulging pecs and biceps, a large cock obviously packed into his jeans.

"I'll go next. You obviously planted this fucker in the crowd to make us think you can actually turn people into premature ejaculators," he snorted, sitting down on the chair, which despite having been smaller than he'd need for his hips was now the perfect size.

"A volunteer, ladies and gentlemen! And a skeptic, as well," he said with a loud emphasis on skeptic. The tiger boy and his friend booed the bull, who glared back at them in turn.

"Hypnosis is just weak ass mental trickery, it ain't gonna make someone a hair trigger, and don't even try to use that damn watch on me," the bull gruffed and snorted at him.

"All right...If not the watch, then how about this," Mesmer asked, smiling as he leaned in, lifting the bull's chin in the crook of his fingers, his eyes pulsing an icy blue glow that caught the bull off guard. Before he could say anything the bull was enraptured by the stare.

"Just relax...." The next half-hour consisted of the bull being turned into another hair-trigger, with the added humiliation of his foot-long cock losing an inch each time he was set off. Because Mesmer was feeling generous, he made that stop once the bull was down to four inches.

The bull left the stage, holding his hands in front of his cum soaked pants with a heavily embarrassed blush once he was brought back.

A woman, a lamb, went up to the stage when called. Her part of the show was less interesting to the gay wolf, but it intrigued him all the same. The sheep was dropped into a deep state of relaxation and then had her IQ dropped a few points, her breasts growing with every snap of the fox's fingers.

"Relax and drop, drop and relax, feel yourself becoming more and more aroused as your breasts fill with those pesky IQ points, no need to make use of them for the next, say, week or so," Mesmer said with a smile.

The lamb moaned and pawed at her growing breasts, wincing as her bra began to feel too tight. She unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked the front clasp of her bra, letting her breasts bounce out with another wince, sighing happily as she felt relief.

"Such a good girl, look at all those horny people in the audience, staring at you, enjoying the view of your breasts growing and swelling out, isn't that the most erotic thing you've seen?" The wolf was obviously putting an exhibitionist twist into her mind, a kink for showing off those breasts.

The lamb giggled and nodded, playing with them, arching her back, showing them off to the crowd as she pressed her thighs together.

"For my final trick tonight," the fox began before his eyes snapped to Albert when he stood up and raised a hand like the teacher's pet, bouncing his arm up higher to get his attention. The fox grinned as he saw him, seeing something in his mind and soul as they locked eyes. Perfect. "You there, eager young wolf! Come up here and be my last subject of the show!"

Albert, who didn't know why he was so eager for this, climbed up onto the stage and smiled down at Mesmer. Maybe he just needed this kind of release after finals. "Tell me, do you believe in hypnosis," Mesmer asked, motioning for him to take a seat.

"Oh uh, yeah, especially after tonight seeing what you can do with just a watch or coin or your eyes," he stammered out, suddenly flustered and blushing around the hypnotist, even though he was not a blushing, wilting lily of a gay boy.

"Good! Tell me..." Mesmer said, leaning in, his eyes glowing blue, "Tell me your secrets," he whispered into Albert's mind.

Albert shuddered and groaned softly, feeling a stirring in his sheathe. "I um...I look up sissification porn, and actually listen to hypnosis files to help me get off, conditioning files..."

Mesmer's maw split into a grin, a wicked, predatory grin as his eyes' glow increased in intensity. "Gooood boooy. You loved it, didn't you? Seeing that tiger turned into a hair trigger? That bull's cock shrinking with every throbbing gush?"

Albert's chest was heaving heavy, panting breaths now as he nodded, humping the air; his hips met the paw of mesmer who groped and fondled that large jock member. "Oh fuck...y-yes, it's...it's so hot," he exclaimed, humping more as Mesmer groped and fondled and then suddenly leaned in and planted a hot kiss on Albert's muzzle. His eyes went wide, groaning into it.

There was a sucking sensation in his chest, in his head, in his loins. Every throb of his cock intensified the sucking sensation. Mesmer's eyes were still glowing in his view, words filling his head. "You're perfect, you have such a fertile, perverse mind already, you'll make a wonderful assistant," came the voice in his head. Albert's eyes rolled as images of him shifting into a rabbit girl filled his head, pulsing and throbbing in his mind until he finally came. He came so hard that jizz squirted through his boxer-briefs and the zipper of his jeans. He whimpered and bucked his hips as he came over and over, his mind fogging up, melting from the steaming heat building in his body.

Mesmer broke the exploring, draining kiss with a smack of his muzzle, sighing as he seemed just a bit more... dominant, virile, masculine, without being overly muscular under his stage clothes. Albert was just that much more lean, his pecs deflated, his biceps smaller, that bulge just a tad more petite than it had been before the kiss.

"Ladies and gentlemen! That's it for the evening. Please, help yourself to a souvenir from the basket Candy is holding, and I do believe the carnival is still open for another half hour or hour," he said with a charming smile, wiping the saliva from his muzzle, proudly displaying the bulge in his pants without any shame.

Once all of the people had left, a couple groping up the bunnies who gave playful swats or pinches, Mesmer went to work. The bunnies closed up the tent and stood in a triangle around the pair, all smiling sweetly. "Now...I've been needing a new assistant for a while after Candice got...burned out, and needed a change of pace," the way he said this should have set off a warning bell, but the wolf was far too mind melted at the moment.

"So, how would you feel about becoming one of my pretty bunny girls, to live out that feminization yourself~?" Mesmer asked with a hot rumble, leaning in and wiping up some of that drool with a thumb, smearing it across the wolf's cheek.

"M-my family, college," The wolf whined, his mind going to the first place all of Mesmer's marks went, to the reality that they lived in now.

"Tsk tsk tsk, thinking so... three dimensionally; no no, my lad, if you take me up on my offer, over the next two days I will help warp you, shape you, your mind, body, your reality. You will always have been a bunny as far as your family will be concerned, and your friends and the like. It takes a week or so for the changes to settle in permanently. But no, you will have nothing to fear, nothing to lose, only endless obedience and pleasure to be gained," he said with another predatory grin as he unzipped the wolf's jeans and pulled out that half hard, cum-slathered cock.

Albert moaned as Mesmer began to stroke him off, leaning in so closely, staring into those eyes. They weren't glowing, but they were just as deep, though without the glow they looked more... hungry? "Y-yes, please, I've always wanted to... to be..." He howled out as he came again, blowing a thick, virile load, sloppy and tacky over Mesmer's gloved paw. He held out his glove for the bunnies to slip off and lick and suck clean of the seed. They shared politely, each shuddering and moaning, looking like they were getting high on the cum.

"Good boy. Now, tonight when you go home, use this hare and body lather, use this conditioner as well, and masturbate while you do so. You'll notice some shrinking, some muscle loss, that's normal. Come back here tomorrow first thing. We'll feed you and you'll sit in on our shows, get the feeling of it, and just enjoy the carnival all day," said the head bunny with short, fluffy hair, large firm breasts and a bulge in the crotch of her uniform. "You'll love being one of us. Getting to spend all day every day with our Master and his marks," she giggled, leaning in and smooching his nose.

Mesmer grinned and kissed one of his bunnies on the cheek, "Get him all set up girls, I'm going to finish up with that bull that stayed behind. I have a bounty on making a cow boi for the local farmer. Worth an easy 10 grand for a good, productive one," he exclaimed with a loud laugh, moving behind the curtains.

With his care kit and written instructions he was ushered out of the carnival by Candy, who helped him back towards his home. She seemed to know the way almost better than the mentally drained wolf did. Once they were off his street she pointed out the house, smiled, and gave him a peck on the cheek, walking off down the path, vanishing quickly between the shrubberies that fenced in the dirt path.

The next thing he knew, he was awake in the shower, rubbing some very fruity, flowery smelling shampoo into his hair and fur, rubbing it in deeply. His paws moved on their own seemingly as he actually began to scrub the color from his dark fur, showing patches of pure fluffy white. As he rubbed it into his scalp he shuddered, his eyes crossing as he reached down with his left paw and starting to stroke himself off, still working the right into his fur along his body. It didn't take long before he came, sighing in satisfaction as the still thick but definitely thinning cum swirled down the drain with a gurgle. His cock felt much smoother and leaner now, about 6 inches left, though it was also thinner.

Next was the conditioner, rubbing the runny, musky smelling gel into his hair. Almost immediately he felt his mind swimming and dropping deep into a warm pool of fantasy and memories, the two mixing and melding into reality. He let himself swim in the warm waters of his mind, his eyes closing as he felt a rumble in his chest spreading out.

He only realized how long he'd been in the shower when he felt himself overheat from the hot water. He cooled it off, sending shivers through him at the sudden rush of cooler water, letting his body products wash off of him. He stepped out of the shower and when he wiped the water out of his eyes and looked into the mirror, he saw a smiling snow wolf looking back at him.

The reflection still had some dark gray and black along its body, as well as in its hair, but its face and chest were fluffy and white like an arctic wolf's. He dried himself off with a large fluffy towel and walked naked into his room. Once he was sure he was dry enough he fell onto his bed and let the memories of the day wash over him.

The carnival, the food, the rides, the bunny girls, the hypnotist show, the bunny girls, the tiger being turned into a hair trigger, the bull, the bunny girls... He hadn't been told to paw again tonight, but he felt the need again, starting to stroke and rub himself as he thought of what it must be like to be a hot, busty bunny girl... As his last climax of the day came and went, so did his consciousness into the realm of Hypnos, deity of dreams.

END OF DAY ONE