Post by Wrique on Jun 12, 2005 3:14:38 GMT -5
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Would you please welcome the "Amazing Rik"
"oh God" I thought I can't believe my wife and friends convinced me to go to this cheesy "Adult Hypnotist"...after all this stuff really doesn't work.
My wife and I had a drink as the hypnotist on stage began his spiel "Tonight will be the first day of the rest of your lives!" he stated in a booming theatrical voice.
"Great" I thought, "another cheesy theatre major trying to make some cash"
"For the show to begin, we will need a couple of volunteers from the audience" Stated the cheesy hypnotist.
At this point, a table of guys began pointing and goading on this one middle aged woman, who seemed to cringe at all the attention.
"You" pointed the Great Rik, come up here.
The woman looked like a deer in headlights as she cautiously approached the stage. "Here, Here" said the hypnotist, "I don't bite...YET"...this last comment got a chuckle from the crowd. "It's alright. Relax"
"What's your name?" asked Rik.
"M-My name is Tara" the girl said nervously.
"Well Tara, since you are the first participant, why don't we get to know one another"...he said as he waved a small vial under her face.
"Here breath this in, it will help you relax and become more receptive while we have a little chat"
Even from where I was sitting I could see Tara visibly relax. She did look kind of cute up there in a pair of khakis, shammy shirt and short brown hair. Your typical suburban house wife.
"Tara are you here with anyone tonight?"
"Yeah my husband Mike is in the audience with a few friends from work" at this point she vaguely pointed off to her table.
"Tara...we are alone her together so you can be honest with me when I ask you a couple questions?"
"I-I guess so" Tara ventured
"Ok then let's begin"..."so Tara why don't you tell us a little something about yourself..."
"I live here in town, married 15 years and Mike and I have two beautiful children and I-I"
"Ok Tara, suffice to say you lead a very safe, normal life. Say what do you do?"
"I am a support manager for a Software company..."
"Well I think that we should move to a separate topic. Say why don't you tell me a little about the type of woman you wouldn't like."
"Well I think that all woman should be treated the same as men, so I hate any woman that doesn't try to break through barriers. I also hate any objectification of woman. We should be treated as people.'
"Well, I think we understand where you are coming from Tara." So turning to the audience Rik begin to raise his eyebrows to the crowd and shrugs. "So should we have a little fun folks?"
I was surprised by the amount of yelling this question caused. Even my wife was cheering him on.
"Tara, I couldn't help but notice that lovely outfit that you are wearing, can I ask if you are wearing any underwear under it?"
"Of course I am, what kind of question is that?"
"Well according to my issue of Cosmo, it says right here that if you wear a bra and underwear, you increase your risk of contracting BSD. Surely you must have read that this week?"
"No I hadn't Rik what is BRD?" asked Tara nervously.
"Oh that is Bimbo Reversal Disease. Apparently it has something to do with blood flow being constricted or something." Rik stated to the crowd in a grandiose sweep of his arms." The laughter from the crowd echoed through the club.
"Really?" asked Tara.
"Yes" said Rik. "In fact it says right here that one of the first signs is a slight tingling in your nipples. In fact, you are beginning to feel that right now aren't your Tara?'
"Y-Yes..b-but I don't want to be a bimbo. Is there anyway to stop it?" Even from my seat I could see she was beginning to squirm....
"Well I am not an expert, but I heard that the first thing to do is loose the underwear."
At this Tara began to slowly do the "Remove the bra with your shirt on trick" after which she handed the bra to Rik. Oh the tag here says 34b. "Not bad" as he threw the soveigner to the crowd"
"Ah Rik what about my panties?" she asked Rik?
"Time is of the essence. I would be quick if I were you. Reading the symptoms of decreased intelligence, and a high state of arousal, I would imagine that to be a little degrading for a woman of your background."
With that Tara wiped around and yanked her pants and panties off in one movement and pulled her pants back on. She quickly distanced herself from the offending undergarments. We at least were treated to a glimpse of her butt.
"Tara, I don't know if you were fast enough. Says here that if the tingling persists you may already be infected. You do still feel the tingling in your nipples don't you?"
"Yessss..what do I do?" she looked pretty frantically.
"Maybe you could try to squeeze out the virus Tara", Rik said with a smirk.
"h-h-would I do that?" Tara asked on the verge of tears obviously shaken by the news.
"Cosmo says to start squeezing your nipples to try to expel the virus..."
With that Tara began to knead and rolling her breasts and nipples through her shirt. "I don't want to turn into a bimbo" Tara began to whine. The crowd began to titter as Tara obviously became more and more anxious before the crowd.
"Tara, I don't think you are doing it right, why don't you show me how you are doing it." With that the Great Rik turns to us and then says "Does everyone want to see Tara's technique?" With that a resounding "Yes"
"Tara go ahead and take off your top so we can make sure you are doing it right"
I thought Tara would have a heart attack at this point, she obviously had her jaw drop....but slowly she unbuttoned the shammy shirt and let it fall to the floor. Once the shirt was off her hands returned to her breasts and she began to tug and roll on her nipples again. Both nipples were hard as rocks and her areola were crinkled. It was an interesting contrast with her nice gold cross hanging between her massaged breasts.
"Tara, I don't think we are in time. I think that you are beginning to feel the tingle spread to the rest of your body, aren't you? I bet right now your girl thingy is beginning to get moist isn't it?"
Tara began to whine and whimper a little..."y-y-yeah...but I don't want to be turned into a bimbo!"
"I'm afraid it’s too late. I can already see the typical dopey look starting to spread over your face. In just a minute you will become a bimbo."
Tara's face became a little slack as she still continued to tug on her nipples. "I-I don't want to be a bimbo... I am a smart woman.."
"You don't sound too sure of that Tara...says here in Cosmo that in 10 seconds the change should be finished...". With that Rik turned to the crowd and said:"why don't we all count"
"One"
"I am a smart woman"
"Two"
"Please help me"
"Three"
"G-god"
"Four"
"Stop"
"Five"
"I-I"
"Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten"
I guess the crowd got a little over-excited but suddenly Tara stopped playing with her breasts and froze like a deer in headlights mid nipple tweak.
"Tara how do you feel?"
"I-I feel", she began confused, "totally awesome Rik"
The change was truly amazing. I thought that this "planted audience member" definately took a lot of acting lessons to be so convincing.
"So Tara how do you feel about the objectification of woman now?"
"huh?"
"Well why don't you keep playing with those titties while we chat"...Tara instantly began playing with her breasts.
"Say what do you call those things anyway Tara?"
"b-breasts?" Tara was clearly not too sure.
"That seems to be quite a big word for such a simple girl. Hey why don't we call them something easier for you to say...how bout B-Cups?"
'k-kay"
With that Rik took out a marker and wrote over her breasts "B-cup". "Tara why don't you take off those old lady pants?"
Tara took off her pants slowly while still trying to play with her titties when possible. I couldn't believe it, here was your typical subburban housewife standing naked in the club on stage. She certainly didn't have the tightest body I had ever seen, sort of a little gut and a large butt, but I was amazed she was going along with it.
"Now Tara, why don't you wave to your husband Mike over there. "Ha Mike I love you shouted Tara hee hee". I couldn't help but notice Mike just sitting there taking it all in and waving slightly back. He was obviously embarressed.
"Now that you are a new person, I think we need to come up with a new name for you Tara. How about "B-Cup Baby"?" that way it is already written on your chest."
"hee hee kay"
"Now B-cup baby you just got a new job tonight working for the club."
"Really like totally cool!"
"Your new job is boobie presenter. Any time anyone in the club calls out "B-cup baby" they have empty hands that you need to put your boobies in and let them feel"
"Really? That would be totally awesome!"
"In fact we will give you 10 cents for every guy that gets to touch them! Here take this so we can keep track." With that he handed her a magic marker. "Oh and let me be your first customer!"
With that Rik yelled out "B-cup baby" and cupped both of this housewives bosoms and began to massage them. After a minute he took the marker and put a hash line on her forehead. She just stood there glassy eyed.
"Ok off with you then", Rik gave her a slap on the ass and then sent her into the crowd with a chorus of "b-cup baby"
'Now let's see any other volunteers?"
Would you please welcome the "Amazing Rik"
"oh God" I thought I can't believe my wife and friends convinced me to go to this cheesy "Adult Hypnotist"...after all this stuff really doesn't work.
My wife and I had a drink as the hypnotist on stage began his spiel "Tonight will be the first day of the rest of your lives!" he stated in a booming theatrical voice.
"Great" I thought, "another cheesy theatre major trying to make some cash"
"For the show to begin, we will need a couple of volunteers from the audience" Stated the cheesy hypnotist.
At this point, a table of guys began pointing and goading on this one middle aged woman, who seemed to cringe at all the attention.
"You" pointed the Great Rik, come up here.
The woman looked like a deer in headlights as she cautiously approached the stage. "Here, Here" said the hypnotist, "I don't bite...YET"...this last comment got a chuckle from the crowd. "It's alright. Relax"
"What's your name?" asked Rik.
"M-My name is Tara" the girl said nervously.
"Well Tara, since you are the first participant, why don't we get to know one another"...he said as he waved a small vial under her face.
"Here breath this in, it will help you relax and become more receptive while we have a little chat"
Even from where I was sitting I could see Tara visibly relax. She did look kind of cute up there in a pair of khakis, shammy shirt and short brown hair. Your typical suburban house wife.
"Tara are you here with anyone tonight?"
"Yeah my husband Mike is in the audience with a few friends from work" at this point she vaguely pointed off to her table.
"Tara...we are alone her together so you can be honest with me when I ask you a couple questions?"
"I-I guess so" Tara ventured
"Ok then let's begin"..."so Tara why don't you tell us a little something about yourself..."
"I live here in town, married 15 years and Mike and I have two beautiful children and I-I"
"Ok Tara, suffice to say you lead a very safe, normal life. Say what do you do?"
"I am a support manager for a Software company..."
"Well I think that we should move to a separate topic. Say why don't you tell me a little about the type of woman you wouldn't like."
"Well I think that all woman should be treated the same as men, so I hate any woman that doesn't try to break through barriers. I also hate any objectification of woman. We should be treated as people.'
"Well, I think we understand where you are coming from Tara." So turning to the audience Rik begin to raise his eyebrows to the crowd and shrugs. "So should we have a little fun folks?"
I was surprised by the amount of yelling this question caused. Even my wife was cheering him on.
"Tara, I couldn't help but notice that lovely outfit that you are wearing, can I ask if you are wearing any underwear under it?"
"Of course I am, what kind of question is that?"
"Well according to my issue of Cosmo, it says right here that if you wear a bra and underwear, you increase your risk of contracting BSD. Surely you must have read that this week?"
"No I hadn't Rik what is BRD?" asked Tara nervously.
"Oh that is Bimbo Reversal Disease. Apparently it has something to do with blood flow being constricted or something." Rik stated to the crowd in a grandiose sweep of his arms." The laughter from the crowd echoed through the club.
"Really?" asked Tara.
"Yes" said Rik. "In fact it says right here that one of the first signs is a slight tingling in your nipples. In fact, you are beginning to feel that right now aren't your Tara?'
"Y-Yes..b-but I don't want to be a bimbo. Is there anyway to stop it?" Even from my seat I could see she was beginning to squirm....
"Well I am not an expert, but I heard that the first thing to do is loose the underwear."
At this Tara began to slowly do the "Remove the bra with your shirt on trick" after which she handed the bra to Rik. Oh the tag here says 34b. "Not bad" as he threw the soveigner to the crowd"
"Ah Rik what about my panties?" she asked Rik?
"Time is of the essence. I would be quick if I were you. Reading the symptoms of decreased intelligence, and a high state of arousal, I would imagine that to be a little degrading for a woman of your background."
With that Tara wiped around and yanked her pants and panties off in one movement and pulled her pants back on. She quickly distanced herself from the offending undergarments. We at least were treated to a glimpse of her butt.
"Tara, I don't know if you were fast enough. Says here that if the tingling persists you may already be infected. You do still feel the tingling in your nipples don't you?"
"Yessss..what do I do?" she looked pretty frantically.
"Maybe you could try to squeeze out the virus Tara", Rik said with a smirk.
"h-h-would I do that?" Tara asked on the verge of tears obviously shaken by the news.
"Cosmo says to start squeezing your nipples to try to expel the virus..."
With that Tara began to knead and rolling her breasts and nipples through her shirt. "I don't want to turn into a bimbo" Tara began to whine. The crowd began to titter as Tara obviously became more and more anxious before the crowd.
"Tara, I don't think you are doing it right, why don't you show me how you are doing it." With that the Great Rik turns to us and then says "Does everyone want to see Tara's technique?" With that a resounding "Yes"
"Tara go ahead and take off your top so we can make sure you are doing it right"
I thought Tara would have a heart attack at this point, she obviously had her jaw drop....but slowly she unbuttoned the shammy shirt and let it fall to the floor. Once the shirt was off her hands returned to her breasts and she began to tug and roll on her nipples again. Both nipples were hard as rocks and her areola were crinkled. It was an interesting contrast with her nice gold cross hanging between her massaged breasts.
"Tara, I don't think we are in time. I think that you are beginning to feel the tingle spread to the rest of your body, aren't you? I bet right now your girl thingy is beginning to get moist isn't it?"
Tara began to whine and whimper a little..."y-y-yeah...but I don't want to be turned into a bimbo!"
"I'm afraid it’s too late. I can already see the typical dopey look starting to spread over your face. In just a minute you will become a bimbo."
Tara's face became a little slack as she still continued to tug on her nipples. "I-I don't want to be a bimbo... I am a smart woman.."
"You don't sound too sure of that Tara...says here in Cosmo that in 10 seconds the change should be finished...". With that Rik turned to the crowd and said:"why don't we all count"
"One"
"I am a smart woman"
"Two"
"Please help me"
"Three"
"G-god"
"Four"
"Stop"
"Five"
"I-I"
"Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten"
I guess the crowd got a little over-excited but suddenly Tara stopped playing with her breasts and froze like a deer in headlights mid nipple tweak.
"Tara how do you feel?"
"I-I feel", she began confused, "totally awesome Rik"
The change was truly amazing. I thought that this "planted audience member" definately took a lot of acting lessons to be so convincing.
"So Tara how do you feel about the objectification of woman now?"
"huh?"
"Well why don't you keep playing with those titties while we chat"...Tara instantly began playing with her breasts.
"Say what do you call those things anyway Tara?"
"b-breasts?" Tara was clearly not too sure.
"That seems to be quite a big word for such a simple girl. Hey why don't we call them something easier for you to say...how bout B-Cups?"
'k-kay"
With that Rik took out a marker and wrote over her breasts "B-cup". "Tara why don't you take off those old lady pants?"
Tara took off her pants slowly while still trying to play with her titties when possible. I couldn't believe it, here was your typical subburban housewife standing naked in the club on stage. She certainly didn't have the tightest body I had ever seen, sort of a little gut and a large butt, but I was amazed she was going along with it.
"Now Tara, why don't you wave to your husband Mike over there. "Ha Mike I love you shouted Tara hee hee". I couldn't help but notice Mike just sitting there taking it all in and waving slightly back. He was obviously embarressed.
"Now that you are a new person, I think we need to come up with a new name for you Tara. How about "B-Cup Baby"?" that way it is already written on your chest."
"hee hee kay"
"Now B-cup baby you just got a new job tonight working for the club."
"Really like totally cool!"
"Your new job is boobie presenter. Any time anyone in the club calls out "B-cup baby" they have empty hands that you need to put your boobies in and let them feel"
"Really? That would be totally awesome!"
"In fact we will give you 10 cents for every guy that gets to touch them! Here take this so we can keep track." With that he handed her a magic marker. "Oh and let me be your first customer!"
With that Rik yelled out "B-cup baby" and cupped both of this housewives bosoms and began to massage them. After a minute he took the marker and put a hash line on her forehead. She just stood there glassy eyed.
"Ok off with you then", Rik gave her a slap on the ass and then sent her into the crowd with a chorus of "b-cup baby"
'Now let's see any other volunteers?"
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