Doctor’s Journal, May 11th, 1113 CE.

Today I answered a mysterious summon that I had received a week prior. It was from a mysterious individual simply known as ‘Acorn’ asking me to demonstrate my hypnosis to them. Not needing an excuse to flex my hypnotic power on someone rich and powerful, I wrapped up my patient queue and prepared to set out. The trip was long, leading me to an isolated palace hidden in a forest. The village surrounding it was a little unsettling, but I shrugged it off as nerves. I was escorted into the palace’s inner chambers, where Acorn was finally revealed to me. He was a massive kirin lamia, longer and thicker than any I had ever seen. He looked down on my smugly from his throne of coils, trying to intimidate me, no doubt. It was effective, but having dealt with lamias before, the best way to deal with them is to not indulge in their quirks. He suddenly grabbed me with a dextrous segment of his serpentine body, bringing me close and setting me on his snake belly. He asked me to show off my abilities, which I gladly did. However, no matter what I tried, Acorn remained resolute. A swinging watch, magic swirl, glowing eyes, hypnotic maw…nothing I did worked, even though it would have fried the brain of any other individual. He even had the audacity to chuckle at me when I couldn’t get a single ring to reflect in his eyes.

“My, such weak hypnosis,” he said with a subdued intensity. Suddenly, he leaned forward, cupping my chin in his broad, cloven hooves. It held me in place as his own eyes blossomed with hypnotic rings, pulsing infinitely outwards. Red and yellow, burning into my mind…my very soul…

“…My powers suit you much better~” he continued as his sweet, sweet voice tickled my ears. The more I stared the more I could feel his power entering in me, rewriting me…such hypnotic intensity required nearly a dozen sessions of build up and conditioning on my end, but he was doing it on command.

“I…weak? …y-yes…” I muttered as I could feel Acorn’s wondrous power filling me. I couldn’t even begin to fathom the source of this hypnotic power. Compared to it, my strongest spells were weak…I was weak. Acorn was right…he was right about everything. I felt connected to him, like my mind was a part of his. I could feel his dominating thoughts as his hypnosis created a mental link between us. Little by little he was taking me…my mind…my soul…even my very identity…and I was loving it. With every second that passed, I was filled with more and more pleasure, more and more submissive desire…it was overwhelming to the point where I reacted to him taking away my very power and colors with the same awe-struck open mouth expression that I had since the moment I saw his perfection.

By the time Master Acorn was done, his magic and color filled my being. There was a purple spiral on one of his belly scales. It was vaguely familiar, but I just shrugged it off. It didn’t matter, anymore. Only Master Acorn mattered, and he gave me the important mission of sharing his power with all of my patients. I know that they’ll love it…and him too…