“478…479…480…”

The numbers were getting louder in Amy’s head and her world was slowly coming back into focus. She blinked as she realized it was her voice counting.

“492…493…”

Her brain felt like a fine-tuning microscope as the edges of the room became sharper. Amy frowned. This wasn’t her room.

“497…498…499….500.”

Amy’s mind snapped back to full alert and she immediately froze in panic. It was weird enough that she didn’t recognize the living room she was kneeling in, and double weird that she couldn’t quite remember how she got there or why she was counting to 500 for no good reason. But all that paled in comparison to the bafflement the young lady felt when she realized there was a cheap-looking, plastic toy carrot dangling a foot and half from her face.

Amy glanced past the strange floating carrot at the wall mirror on the other side of the room. She could see the carrot tied to a thin pink string held by what looked like a toy fishing rod. She gasped and threw her hands up to her head.

Was she wearing a helmet?

Her hands confirmed what she saw in the mirror. There was a hard-plated yellow helmet strapped under her chin, the thick foam padding resting snugly around her scalp. The fishing rod was wired to the top of the helmet, keeping the carrot perpetually suspended in view.

“What the fuck?!” Amy said, yanking at the helmet’s straps.

The sudden motion made the toy carrot jump and swing through the air. For some reason, the motion riveted Amy’s gaze like it was the most fascinating phenomenon she had ever seen. She froze while the carrot danced with it own momentum, pulling Amy’s thoughts and eyes.

The motion made her think of something.

It made her remember a voice.

A pretty voice…that spoke back and forth…

Swinging with the carrot….so nice to watch…

Letting it put her to sleep…brain going blank…

Letting her be a happy, dumb bunny…

…

Amy blinked, her mind stirring to life, like waking up after a deep dream. What just happened? Did that stupid, cheap toy hypnotize her or something?

The thought stuck like a bur in Amy’s mind. It was stupid, insane! But, for her, it was the only logical explanation. Why else would she be sitting in a strange house, wearing a button-up shirt that wasn’t even hers, and the most ludicrous, degrading thing on top of her head, if she hadn’t been hypnotized?

Hypnotized to sink into trance…every time the carrot swings..

Back and forth…remembering the pretty, pretty voice…

…

Amy snapped awake again. She quickly realized that any extraneous motion would cause the stupid carrot to rock on the string and inevitably draw her down into a helpless trance. How long had she even been there? She didn’t dare move her head enough to look at her phone. Come to think of it, she didn’t even know where her phone was.

She breathed deep, her long dark hair draping over her shoulders. She had to stay calm and think things through. Maybe she could reach up and unhook the plastic fishing rod from the helmet. Holding her breath, she inched her hands higher, careful not to send a single tremor down the stick to the carrot. She let her fingers crawl across the smooth plastic of the helmet, questing over the thing wire, trying to find its weakness.

No matter how slow or delicately she moved her fingers, she couldn’t stop the carrot from gently swaying…

Swinging and swinging…back and forth…

The voice talking in her head…as the carrot swings…

Mind fixated on the carrot…no thoughts except for the carrot…

Just like a silly bunny…can’t think of anything except carrots..

Too dumb and stupid to do anything…just watch the carrot…

Back and forth…like the pretty, pretty voice…

….

Amy’s hands dropped to her side with a loud slap. She didn’t care, she was just smiling and looking at the silly carrot…So hard to think anyway…she should just give up…watch the carrot…

Once again, Amy found herself blinking awake in the room she still couldn’t recognize. She was pretty sure the sun had moved at least a foot or two across the floor. Was she going to be here all day, waking and dropping like a hamster in a wheel?

Like a bunny chasing a carrot?

She closed her eyes, not daring to shake her head, but anxious to banish the thought.

She was NOT a stupid bunny!

Right?

Amy took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. The carrot hung motionless in front of her. She could do this. She could get up, walk to the front door, all without moving the carrot, and escape. Somebody would see her and call the cops and they could help her out of this mess.

That was it, she just had to keep her eyes trained on the carrot to make sure it didn’t move an inch.

Shifting her weight ever so slowly, she lifted her body to her feet, keeping her blue eyes crossed, focused on the carrot like it was menacing snake ready to strike. She finally came to standing and took the smallest step forward.

The carrot trembled. Amy felt her eyelids flutter slightly. She steeled her focus.

She moved just like a sleep walker, her limbs floating out in front of her, trying to maintain perfect balance to keep the carrot from dancing its mesmerizing dance. Amy found it was easiest to let her gaze soften, so she couldn’t even see the details of where she was walking. Then it was just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other…in front of the other…and then the other…

Amy was completely focused on keeping the carrot still, her entire mental capacity spent on that one task. She felt her legs walking slowly and carefully, but she couldn’t pay attention to where she was going.

Soon, Amy felt the texture of the floor change underneath her. For some reason, she thought she heard a strange ticking. Breathing deeply, Amy let her gaze waver just a little from the carrot and realized with dismay that she had wandered into somebody’s bedroom. The ticking continued as Amy struggled to locate the door she had come in through. All she could remember was watching the carrot, fixating on keeping it still.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, RIIIIIIINNNNGGG!!!

Without thinking, Amy jerked her head in the direction of the alarm clock, realizing her mistake a second too late. The orange carrot swung like an acrobat in front of Amy’s face. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth fell into a dazed, slack-jawed grin as she watched the carrot swing wildly back and forth, each swing brushing more and more thoughts out of her head…

The voice filling up her mind…with every swing of the carrot…

Turning her into a silly bimbo bunny…with every swing of the carrot…

So excited to be a stupid bunny slut…watching the swing of the carrot…

Remember bunnies don’t wear clothes…too stupid to argue…

Bunnies need to take off their clothes…Be a good bunny…

Unbutton your shirt…its fun to be a dumb bunny!

Amy couldn’t understand where the voice was coming from. She couldn’t understand much of anything right now except that she liked being a dumb bunny! She liked carrots! She liked listening to the beautiful voice. She liked taking off her clothes!

Her hands fumbled with her buttons, almost tearing them off. The motion only continued to jostle and swing the silly carrot that kept filling up Amy’s mind with fluffy clouds of cotton candy.

Take off your shirt…play with your tits…

Bunnies love to play…you have nice tits…

Bunnies love to play with tits…you get horny when you play with your tits…

Amy had thrown off her shirt and was now smooshing her tits together, giggling stupidly as she felt her libido kick into over drive.

She was horny as a bunny!

With each stroke of her breasts the carrot continued to sway back and forth and the voice continued to hiss in Amy’s mind.

You want to take off your pants…bunnies don’t wear pants…

Bunnies are naked…you want to be a naked bunny…

Being naked makes you so horny….like a bunny…

Play with yourself….go wild like a bunny…

Don’t cum…just edge again and again and again…

Edging your brains away…watching the carrot…

“Like a dumb bunny…” Amy sighed, the vibrations of her fervent hand teasing and stroking her clit fueling the sway of the stupid, silly carrot. With a trickle of drool, Amy surrendered to her fate.

It was about 3 hours later before Lola came back from her day shift. The cute, unassuming bartender put down her things and then tip-toed to her bedroom. There was the girl she had brought home last night and smooth-talked into trying hypnosis for the first time.  Amy was completely naked, lying on her bed with her fingers working her cunt like there was no tomorrow. She wore a wide-eyed mask of mindless bliss as she stared at the swinging carrot dangling over her head like a brainless animal.

“Imma good bunny…horny as a bunny…wanna screw like bunnies…I love being a horny dumb bunny.”

Lola grinned like a schoolgirl. It wasn’t every day that she bagged somebody this hot and susceptible to hypnosis. She sat down next to Amy, tenderly taking off her helmet and untying the carrot on the string. She waved it playfully in front of Amy’s face, teasing and baiting her.

“I don’t think we need to bother with this anymore. Right little bunny?” Lola said in the pretties voice Amy ever heard.

“No, master…”

“I didn’t think so…Now why don’t you take a break from all that and go freshen up. I invited a few friends over tonight…”