Controlling Devon (hypno)


"You are so deep, Devon, that you can't remember your own name. What is your name?"

"I don't..know."

"Where do you live?"

"Peterson Hall. Room 615."

"And what is your name?"

"I don't know."

Carey didn't expect Devon to be such a good subject. He had hypnotized a number of people since taking a class in psych and being fascinated by it. None had been such a quick and deep subject. Carey had suspected his approach with Devon had to be authoritarian since Dev often mentioned how fearful he was of his father, but Carey never expected him to go under and so deeply in less than five minutes.

"I'm going to touch you on the shoulder now and when I do you'll find that you'll be able to remember your name. There. Now tell me your name.


"Very good, Devon. Now tell me, you don't like the fact that Carey smokes, do you?"


"Have you ever tried smoking?"


"That's good, Devon, because do you know what would happen if you did try smoking?"


"You have a very addictive personality, Devon. Did you know that? You tend to go overboard in everything you do."

"I do?"

"Yes. And if you were to try smoking you would like it so much that you would be addicted to it almost immediately. Now tell me, what would happen if you tried smoking."

"I'd be addicted to it."

"Yes, and every cigarette you smoked you would like it more and more and the addiction would grow, wouldn't it?"


"The difficult thing is that you aren't aware of this when you are awake. You have no idea that you would be addicted, do you?"


"But it is still very true. Whether you remember it or not , it would happen to you, wouldn't it?"


"Now, I'm going to touch you on the shoulder, and when I do, you won't consciously remember that you have an addictive personality, just like when you are awake - just like when you forgot your name, but that personality will exist very much there inside you. There. Now tell me what will happen to you if you were to have a cigarette."

"I don't know. Nothing, I guess."

"Very good, Devon. You are going deeper and deeper every minute. Feeling so good You love the feeling of relaxation and peace, don't you?"


"In a minute I'm going to wake you up, Devon, and you aren't going to remember being being aren't going to remember Carey asking you if he could try it on you. The last thing you will remember is talking about Janet Greenway. Do you understand?"


"But any time Carey looks you in the eye and says "Sleep, Devon!", but only when Carey says it, you will fall immediately into a sleep much deeper than you are in now. Do you understand?"


"Now when you wake up, Devon, you are going to feel very good. Better than you have felt in days. So much energy. You are going to be anxious to try new things, open your horizons a little. For example, if someone suggests that you try a food that you don't usually eat, you will be very open to trying it - very open to trying new things The word "try" will trigger that response in you.. So much energy.


"How are you feeling right now, Devon?"

"Lots of energy."

"And what are you anxious to do, Devon?"

"Try new things. Open myself up."

"Very good, Devon. I want you to count to ten in a minute and when you hit ten you will be wide awake, remembering that you were just talking about Janet and that Carey just left for the kitchen to get a Pepsi. Now begin to count, feeling more and more energy and with each number forgetting what has just happened."

I walked to the kitchen as Dev began counting. I opened the cupboard and got out some anchovies which I remembered hearing Dev say he didn't want on a pizza once. I opened them and my Pepsi and returned to the living room. Devon was looking out the window.

"Well, fuck Janet. I don't care about her any more," Devon turned and said. "Boy, I feel like I need to go for a walk or something. Do you want to go play a few hoops or something?"

"I suppose," I said, "but I wanted to have a little snack first. Would you like a couple of these?"

"What are they?"

"Just anchovies."

"Yech! You eat them right out of the can like that? Aren't they fish?"

"Yeah, a little salty - but good. Try one."

"Well...okay," Dev said, "I'll try it but I'm not sure. I don't like fish all that much." Devon grabbed an anchovy from the can and wolfed it down.

"Well?" I asked.

"Not bad. Really is salty, though." Devon then proceeded to go down on the ground and started to do push-ups. "God, I need some exercise tonight. I feel like a wild man.I've got so much pent-up energy!"

I pulled out my cigarettes and started to light one. "Okay, we'll go out in a few minutes. Just let me have a quick smoke and we're outta here."

Devon frowned. "I thought we decided that you and Bert weren't going to smoke in this room. Only in your bedroom or on the balcony." The three of this had decided this before Bert had quit and left the two of us sharing the flat.

"Oh, come on, Dev. Just one. I don't do it very often. I need one right now. You probably can't understand that because you've never smoked."

"Nor do I intend to. Just hurry up." Dev continued the push-ups.

"You know, it's not all that bad - I find it really relaxing. You are so hyper - maybe you should try it sometime."

Devon stopped doing pushups. He looked up at me. "You think I should try it? Why?"

"Maybe you don't know what you're missing. Sure you won't try?"

"Well... I don't know." He was sitting up on the floor now.

"Here. Just try a drag. Look, you put it to your lips. Draw a little smoke in your mouth.. then swallow it by taking a breath in through your mouth. There's nothing to it." I held out the white stick to him.

Devon frowned, but still reached for the cigarette. He looked at it for a second, and began to think better of it.

"Just try it. If you don't like it, at least you will know you don't."

Devon slowly put the butt to his lips. He pulled in a little smoke with his eyes closed, inhaled, and then opened his eyes to see smoke coming out his mouth and nose. He had an odd look on his face. "That's it, eh? That's all there is to it?"


He took another drag - a little deeper this time and seemed fascinated with the smoke coming out of his mouth. "Hhmmm. That's kinda neat."

Five times more he inhaled and slowly let the smoke out, quickly getting more practiced looking. It was strange to see this short-haired, wimmers-body with a goatee putting a cigarette to his lips. I found it kind of erotic thinking of the control I seemed to have over him.

He put the cigarette out and urged me to go out with him. We went to the gym and shot a few, Devon being much more hyperkinetic than usual. On the way back I lit up a smoke and was surprised to hear Devon ask for one, too.

Over the next two weeks Devon became a real smoker. I no longer had to worry about where I smoked. Devon was smoking everywhere and was up to a pack a day at the end of two weeks when I put him under again.


"Devon, you are tired of your silly goatee and you want to do something outrageous with your hair. You are now very interested in your hair. Every time you look in the mirror you consider what to do with your hair. You're becoming obsessed by your hair. You want to try different styles and experiment with colour. You love to have someone fiddle with your hair."

Devon was under even deeper than he was a week ago.

"Love it..." he replied.

"And how much are you smoking, Devon?"

"A pack a day."

"Do you like smoking?"

"Yes. I think I'm addicted to it."

"Why do you say that, Devon?"

"I keep wanting to smoke more and more."

"Devon, I want you to listen very closely. One of the effects of your smoking is that you are also developing a love for muscle. The more you smoke the more you want to work out. Soon you'll be working out every day and each smoke you take will make your muscles bigger and bigger and you will love the feeling of working out and getting more and more muscular."

"Love it..."

"You'll love watching yourself smoke in the mirror and seeing those muscles getting bigger and bigger with every deep drag you take. You'll love pushing yourself more and more each day. As you watch yourself get bigger and bigger you'll find yourself getting more and more turned on looking at yourself. Watching yourself smoke and seeing the muscles will give you an immediate erection."


"And what do you want right now, Devon?"

"A cigarette...."

"And what will the cigarette do, Devon?"

"Give me muscle."

"And do you want that, Devon?"

"Oh, yes."

"And what happens when you look at yourself smoking, Devon?"

"I get hard.."

"That's right. And you don't mind other people admiring your muscle, do you? You get harder knowing that people are appreciating your body.... especially Corey."


"You really like to get Corey interested in your muscular body... the more muscular, the more you want to look at it and want Corey to look at it. You like it when he admires your body. It makes you feel proud."


"In a minute I will wake you up and you will start your path to the new body you so desperately want. You will not remember being asleep. You have been watching televison and must have drifted off. On the count of 3 you will wake up. One. Two. Three."

Devon opened his eyes.

"Hi, guy. Did you fall asleep on the couch?"

"Shit. I musta. I wanted to see this movie, too. Oh well. I musta needed it." He reached over and grabbed his pack, took out a cigarette and lit it. He inhaled deeply, then inhaled again twice more. Then he stood up and walked over the the door. While pretending to look out the door he actually was watching himself in the mirror, playing with the cigarette in his mouth, and trying out different poses and exhalations."

Out of the corner of Devon's eye, he could tell I was watching him. The show got a little better for my benefit.