August 2022 Microstory Collection

Dedicated to all the Hypno-Switches Out There

Content warning: hypnosis… but it’s actually consensual woooo

“Here you are, my dear flower.” She handed her flower a cup of warm tea, and she drank of it.
“Thank you, mistress,” her flower said. Of course, the tea had some soothing nectar added to make her flower extra bubbly and suggestible. She settled on the sofa, thoughts already soft.
Mistress’ vines curled around her flower, holding her down with a gentle massage. Mistress sat her laptop on the table in front of her flower and sat next to her on the couch, taking her head in her hands. Her flower looked up to her, and mistress smiled and kissed her forehead.
“Now, my flower,” mistress said, “breathe in… breathe out…”
“Mmyes, mistress,” her flower said, already sinking from her touch and the tea. Her eyes dropped. Mistress laughed as she wiped a little drool from her flower’s mouth.
“Breathe in deeply,” mistress said.
As her flower did mistress’ smaller flowers around them puffed out pollen, filling her flower’s senses with her scent, dropping her to mistress. Mistress turned her flower’s head to the computer, a spiral spinning on-screen to steal her flower’s attention.
Her flower sighed, thoughts melting as a voice from the computer commanded her to relax, spoke gentle words to sink her into a peaceful trance. Mistress smiled at her flower, her glazed look at her snuggling against mistress in the vines.
Mistress took a cup from the table.
Once her flower had settled into her easy trance, mistress drank of the same nectar tea, relaxing as she breathed deeply of the same pollen.
She watched the spiral on the screen, letting her own thoughts fade into the spiral, her senses sinking into her soft surroundings.
As if on their own, her vines gently curled around her like they had her flower, holding her down and against her flower. The recording on the computer echoed in her mind. Sleep. Relax. Snuggle. Mistress and her flower both drooled a little as mistress pulled her flower close.
They sank together, thoughts intertwined and entwined in the trance, cuddling in a soft dream for the evening.
Mistress would have to wake up eventually, but she could enjoy the evening with mind muted alongside her flower.


CW: Hypnotized language, poetry

with sparkling eyes like brilliant jewels
you draw me close to you
your perfection fills my entire soul
every word is true
you hold me close as your scent surrounds me
overwhelming my mind
i must stare into your glorious eyes
as your spell begins to bind
your soft touch as you gently hold me
in a loving caress
fills me with joy as i sink to my love
to be with you is blessed
as your kisses so soft nuzzle my skin
and scatter my thoughts away
your melodious laughter fills my head
and with my thoughts you play
i let you do what you may
as i sink under your sway

Jock of the Jungle (Veggie Strength)

Content warning: Hypnotic scents and pollen, bullying, claustrophilia, locker room

Kelly inched open the side door into the abandoned school and it creaked with a whine that seemed to fill the empty halls and rooms of the building. He slipped through the narrow opening—no need to make more noise than needed—and stumbled on the roots covering the floor.
As Kelly stepped into the overgrown den of lost student dreams he stumbled again on the uneven footing. His heavy pack pulled him backwards and he let it fall from his shoulders.
After adjusting his glasses he took a quick inventory check and swigged some water.
Rumors abound about this old school, but the facts Kelly found indicated it had simply closed down years ago for normal reasons, no conspiracy or disaster or monster. The rumors really started when the jungle of plants sprung up around it, faster than anyone deemed normal.
A forgotten lab experiment or just the luck of nature? Kelly wanted to know. What educational gems of school culture might he find buried in this building? Lost books? Rare maps? Overflowing science experiments were just the beginning.
Kelly tied a rope around the doorknob.
He tied the other end around one of the sturdier plants. Better safe than sorry.
He marked the wall to show the direction of his travel and marched forth down the hall of hanging vines and sprawling ferns and blooming flowers lined with lockers. They were surprisingly intact.
While the thick plant stems and trunks burst through the broken drywall and classroom doors in some places, very few of the lockers were missing doors. Those that were had a plant growing inside; others only had the plants growing around them.
Kelly peered around the corner.
The plants looked thicker down that hall, and after Kelly marked his direction he had to choose his steps carefully and duck around the thick foliage. If they were thicker further into the school, they could converge at a single place, the source of the growth.
The school felt much like a jungle, the air humid despite the cool temperatures outside. With all the plants it looked like one, too, aside from the lockers and broken fluorescent lights.
It didn’t sound like one, though.
Kelly expected chirps and yowls and buzzes in a jungle.
Here there was silence save for the shuffling of the foliage.
Foliage that Kelly would swear moved when he brushed past them sometimes.
He wouldn’t let the rumors get to him, though. Word was kids entered the school as a dare and ran out drenched and screaming.
They said someone shoved their head into a toilet, but they probably just tripped on the roots or an old pipe burst or something.
He coughed at the next junction. The air was getting hazy and thick. He pulled a secure mask from his supplies and slipped it on over his face.
Of course the planets would produce pollen. They were clearly reproducing in the school, and the vents Kelly saw were clogged with vines and stems and leaves. There wasn’t much ventilation in the building. He’d have to be careful.
He stopped at a few classrooms but came up empty.
For most of Kelly’s trip he followed the thickening foliage. He even had to wade through the plants a few times. Fortunately he wore proper protective clothing, much as it made him sweat in the growing heat. No one ever said science and discovery would be spent at a desk, though.
Passing into some halls felt like passing through a curtain with the thick draping vines and leaves. It became harder to find a place on the wall to mark as creeping plants were more plentiful than wall space. Finally Kelly looked around and decided to head back.
He had time, and he needed to be better prepared to find the source of these plants.
He turned around and stared at the wall.
He couldn’t find the mark he made. He pulled at the plants on the wall but they hardly budged.
He didn’t know which hall he’d come from.
He turned back around. No sense in worrying about it, he’d just forge ahead and find the source. Finding a way out should be trivial anyway, the straight hallways would keep his path in one direction and he’d hit the edge of the building eventually.
He marched forward.
Soon he came to a dead end hallway the plants seemed to originate from, the doorway at the end burst open. Kelly pushed his way through the plants and emerged on the other side to a vast room like a small jungle, plants filling the center and rising in staggered rose at the sides
Vines hung from the tall ceiling and crossing structures, flowers covering a suspended board and more vines dangling from hoops.
It’s a gymnasium, Kelly realized!
That had nothing to do with science!
Kelly turned around and headed back out the hall. Surely that wasn’t his goal.
The plants before him trembled. The walls creaked. Kelly stumbled back as the ceiling buckled and collapsed, masonry tumbling into a dusty mountain.
Kelly stared at the new wall before him. The school was old, yes, but nowhere had it appeared to be on the verge of collapse.
The plants must have been heavy on the floor above. He stood up and dusted himself off, then examined the barrier of collapsed drywall, fallen lockers, school furniture–he wasn’t making it over that.
He turned back to the gymnasium. He supposed that was the only option.
He entered the rather more literal jungle gym. Perhaps there he could find another way out.
He checked the door on the other end but it wouldn’t budge. It looked held shut by the overgrown plants. Side passages were blocked by hanging plants, but he might be able to pull them off
Kelly turned at a long sound, like the roar of a waterfall. That was the most significant sound he’d heard in the building aside from a single instance of crashing masonry. Steam floated out an open door. He peered inside and grimaced.
Ah, yes. The locker room.
Kelly avoided them whenever he could. In his experience, a sweaty den of testosterone posturing. He never fit in.
This locker room looked as plant-dense as the rest, but everything remained in place. The room looked pristine, as if the school had shut down yesterday.
The steam emerged from one of the shower rooms, where water splashed out. One of the showers must have been on. Did all that water help cause those plants to grow?
Kelly also wondered how the building had running water, but regardless of how, it did seem to. He crept closer.
Perhaps an old lab experiment had fallen into the shower. The poor ventilation of the room increased its growth. He wondered what he’d find.
He peeked into the shower stall. He blushed and stumbled back over a bench, clattering against the lockers. He slid to the floor.
There was a woman in there! A naked woman! He scrunched his face. Was he in the woman’s locker room?
Wait, why was a woman taking a shower in a long-abandoned school?
Wait… did she have green skin?
He blushed more at the thought that he saw her bare skin, green as it was.
With a squeak, the roar of the shower stopped. Wet steps slapped across the shower room and out into the locker room.
Kelly stared at the green woman, her skin glistening. Her arms and legs appeared to have enough muscles to throw him. Her vine-like hair stopped at her shoulders.
Hair stopping just short of hiding her—
Kelly shut his eyes and blushed.
“Sorry! I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t know someone was in here!” He clambered up to his feet. “I didn’t mean to see you naked, I’ll get out of—” He stumbled against the bench and fell back down.
“Oh, for—”
Her voice had an strong element to it, as if she could shout across an entire field, yet a shadowy quality. It nearly sounded like a facsimile of human speech and not actual speech. Kelly heard scraping and shuffling as if rustling leaves and sliding vines.
“Open your eyes, I’m not naked now.”
Kelly peeked and saw leaves over her upper body like a tight sports bra, vines wrapped around her waist. A single vine like a headband held her hair up.
“Sorry,” Kelly said. “I wasn’t expecting to find someone else in here.”
Especially someone who seemed to have plants growing out of her head, from her arms, from her feet—in fact, she appeared to be part of the plants. Kelly was wary.
The woman stood over him and glared down. She really was—well, she’d developed more than just muscles.
She looked like she should’ve been a model for a boxing calendar, not in an abandoned school. Kelly tried to introduce himself, but the woman lifted him up under his arms against the lockers.
“Stand up, buttercup,” the woman said. “Can’t hear you all the way down there.”
She lifted Kelly to the tips of his toes. She towered over him. He glanced down to see if the vines were suspending her, but no, she was standing on her feet.
“The name’s Rhona,” she said. “This is my locker room. Everything in here is mine.”
“Okay, good to know,” Kelly said.
“Not to worry, I have no intention of taking anything out of this room.”
Rhona grinned. It wasn’t a bright grin. It was a laughing grin. A darkly laughing grin. A grin that said “I know you technically just gave the right answer but I’ve decided it’s the wrong answer anyway.”
“Good,” she said.
Kelly heard the vines and leaves and flowers around them rustle. He felt a few above and below him, too.
“So,” he said, reaching his foot for the ground to pull away from her, “I’ll just get out of your vines–er, hair–er, way, and—”
She slammed her palm against the locker next to Kelly, blocking his way. She stopped holding him, but with one hand on his shoulder and foliage clinging to his feet he felt she held him even more.
“Perk up those ears, little deer,” Rhona said. “Everything in this room is mine.”
“Uh, uh, yes, and I won’t take anything out of it,” Kelly said. He backed against the locker as much as he could, but Rhona just moved forward until their faces were inches away. She knocked on his head.
“You’re pretty dumb for someone who looks like a nerd,” she said.
“Everything in here is mine,” Rhona said, “so if you take yourself out of this room, you’re taking what’s mine.”
Kelly ducked under Rhona’s arm and scrambled for the way out, but Rhona stuck out a leg and tripped him to the spongy plant-covered floor. Vines whipped around him.
The vines held Kelly to the floor as Rhona placed a foot on his back.
“Can’t we talk about this?” Kelly asked.
“Don’t think so,” Rhona said. “But I’ve been bored in here, so I’ll give you a chance. We’ll play for you. Name your game–rugby, soccer, preferably a contact sport.”
“Er, chess?” Kelly said.
“It’s a contact sport when it gets really competitive.”
Rhona brushed her foot across Kelly and the vines flipped him to his back.
“I can’t hear you with that mask on your face.” She yanked the mask from Kelly’s face.
Kelly coughed, eyes wide as the thick wave of pollen and sweat and floral scents mixed with heavy odors flooded his senses. His mask had been tight enough to keep it out. Now he was overwhelmed with everything Rhona had to offer.
“Now, if you’re going to act like a nerd…”
Rhona lifted Kelly off the ground, his body limp as her scents pummeled his mind as much as they seemed to fondle it. Now even closer, Rhona seemed to encompass the entire world, contained in one spot before him yet surrounding him. The room spun. Kelly couldn’t think straight.
“I’m going to treat you like one,” Rhona said. She opened one of the lockers and shoved Kelly inside. Covered in flowers as the walls were, he barely felt the hard steel, not least because even more pollen thickened his head. He forgot where he was, only Rhona in his head now.
Kelly fell against the back wall as Rhona shoved herself inside, squeezing against him until no part of his body wasn’t pressed against Rhona or the flowers.
“Hope you don’t have asthma, nerd,” Rhona said, pressing her face against Kelly’s, “because you’re gonna breathe deep.”
Kelly did so, breathing in of Rhona, and she pressed closer to kiss Kelly as she closed the locker door, squeezing the two of them inside. Vines surrounded Kelly from Rhona, from the walls. Somehow something removed his clothes.
“Pfft, wow, you went down like a rock,” Rhona said.
Her skin against Kelly’s, her vines against Kelly, her flowers against Kelly, his mind crumbled like plant shoots breaking through concrete, turning it to rubble. She squeezed his body, and he moaned.
“I’m gonna give you a workout,” Rhona said. “Try to keep up, buttercup.”

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