This story is the third part of my series, "Eat At Bambie's", all of which are inspired by the amazing 'Bambie Brainwasher', an incredibly talent content creator. If you like this story or hypnotic/mind control/brainwashing, check her out!
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It's getting late when you finally spot it, but you know there's nothing to worry about. Bambie's is always open.
Especially for regulars like you.
You can't quite remember the first time you stopped here, or even how you stumbled upon it, but ever since then, you've found it hard to stay away. Sure it's out of your way but again and again you come back for more. It might look like your run-of-the-mill middle-of-nowhere diner, but as anyone whose ever eaten there will tell you, there's just something special about this place.
The familiar sign greets you as you finish your approach, brightly shining in the night sky like a beacon calling you home.
Bambie's.
A dull smile crosses your lips as you park your car, the only one in the lot save for one whose license plate bears the same name as the diner itself. You barely even notice it as you glide through the door, the ringing of the welcome bell music to your ears, even as the familiar soft music which fills the air slowly makes itself known.
Eyes glassy and stomach growling even though you don't recall being that hungry when you first left the house, you make for an empty booth, not bothering to wait to be seated. And as you sit there, your eyes are immediately drawn to the wall across from you.
Or more specifically, the large TV screen hanging off it.
A mix of red and white spirals fill it, not unlike the ones which cover every empty surface in the diner.
Seeing them makes you happy, and oh so hungry, the subliminal spirals and messages therein hidden so deep within them you could never hope to understand them even if you tried. So you simply watch them as the familiar sights, sounds and scents of the diner wash over you and your already empty head.
It feels so good being back here. Almost like home.
No one else is here this late. No one except you and her.
You see Bambie by the counter out of the corner of your eye, wiping it down with a rag, her heavy breasts moving back and forth, their pull nearly strong enough to pull your gaze from the screen in front of you. But you manage to refrain, and after a moment or two, she seems to notice you sitting there.
"Howdy stranger," Bambie says as she slides her way over to you, her warm smile just as lovely a greeting as her ample bosom threatening to burst free from her top at any second or her amazing legs just barely covered by her daisy dukes. "What can I get you this evening?"
So lost in the spirals on the screen and the booth and the table and the wall and everything else, you barely even hear her approach, let alone ask you about your order, but as you look from her smiling face down to the spiral-covered menu, you find yourself going even deeper than you already were.
You've been here so many times before, you practically know the menu by heart. But that doesn't stop you from reading the red and white words again like it's the first time you've ever seen them.
Bambie's
Try Our Thighs, Breasts Or Legs!
Best Milkshakes In The World!
Amazing as all those choices are, you've tried them all before. Bambie's succulent legs, incredible thighs, juicy breasts and mouth-watering milkshakes. You love them all it's true, but tonight... Tonight you feel different. Tonight you want to try something new.
"I... I'm not quite sure..."
Bambie frowns, somehow making even that expression look so very enticing. Then she nods reassuringly. "I get it, sweetie. You've tried my shakes, you've tried my thighs. And you've definitely tried my breasts," she says with a wink, then her eyes light up and her lips come together in a smile that almost makes you melt into the booth. "But I bet you've never tried them with my special sauce."
You search your foggy memories before shaking your empty head. "No Bambie..."
"Well that won't do, will it? Sit right there and relax. I'll whip up something real nice that'll knock you straight into next week."
She winks at you again and then as quickly as she appeared she's gone again, heading into the depths of the kitchen even as you sit there dazed and unsure of what exactly just happened. With a shrug, you turn your attention back to the screen once more.
The spirals keep on moving- not simply the ones on the TV but the ones on the walls, tables, booths and chairs. A veritable sea of slowly spinning red and white spirals threatening to wash over you and drown you in a seemingly endless hypnotic sea.
As if you haven't already gone under more than once.
As if you weren't already down so deep that even if you tried you wouldn't remember why you decided to come here tonight.
As if you can't recall a single thing before stepping through those doors.
As if you aren't already Bambie's.
The scent of something from deep inside the kitchen wafts out, filling your nostrils and adding further strain on your already weakened senses. Your eyes so focused on the spirals, your ears on the sweet music that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, now your nose and mouth practically on edge with desire for whatever is being prepared for you.
And they aren't alone.
Your cock is quite excited as well.
Try as you might, you can't explain what it is about this place that gets your motor running so. Whether it's the food or the ambiance or even simply Bambie herself, every time you come here, sooner or later, you find yourself feeling so very horny. It's a little embarrassing, but you don't care. You're craving whatever Bambir has in store for you so badly, nothing else matters.
Without thinking, your hand slips past your waistline and starts to rub your slowly-growing cock. And as you do, the spirals seem to spin even faster, washing over you and sending words of encouragement and pleasure into your ever-pliable mind. It's like they want you to do this. They want you to touch your cock.
So do you.
But then you hear the sound of soft footsteps on the cool tile floor of the diner, and instinctively pull your hand from your pants as you drift briefly out from the depths of the hypnotic haze you've been in ever since you walked in.
You gaze up in time to see Bambie standing there smiling, a steaming plate in her hand. From your seat, you can't quite make out what's on it, but it smells amazing, just like everything here, including Bambie herself.
Placing the food down on the table in front of you, she looks at you expectantly.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Bambie asks, her voice soft and sweet but her tone quite serious. "Hurry up and get your pants off before your food gets cold."
For a moment you stare at her blankly, as if even in your current state you're still somewhat taken aback by her words. "My... pants?"
Bambie rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Yes, you silly boy. You can't start eating until we make the special sauce, and I need your help to prepare it. You want to try Bambie's special sauce, don't you sweetie?"
Without thinking, let alone considering the ramifications of her words, you nod in agreement, much to her glee. "Then we better get started."
She pulls you up from the booth effortlessly, as if your body is as light as your head feels. Then she undoes your pants and slides them to the floor, followed by your boxers. Once they're off, your erection springs free, and you gaze down at it as your cheeks go red with embarrassment.
Bambie simply smiles, then guides it and you so you're standing over the plate of food.
