Spiral Fun 🔜 TBRU

"Good boy," the voice said. "Let's go back to my place and see what we can do with that empty head of yours." (12/12)

His mind full of nothing but blank fluff, he walked the block and got into the passenger side of the van. The same voice, now behind him, said, "SLEEP!"
Tom's eyes closed, and he melted in the seat. (11/12)

"You are ready to follow instructions, Tom?"
"Yes."
"There is a white van parked over the next block next to a pay phone. Go to it, get in and await further instructions."
"Okay," Tom said, dropping the phone and walking out of the booth. (10/12)

And that's the most important part now. The only part. My voice is all there is, right?"
The voice finally paused, waiting for an answer.
"Yes," Tom said.
"What is your name, boy?" it asked.
"Tom," he replied, the knowledge not popping into his empty head until the question was asked. (9/12)

Tom felt the sensation of all the confused, crisscrossed thoughts flowing out of his head, taking everything with it, except for the man's voice.
"But the change in your mind is no changes, since you've been listening to me this whole time, the same way you are now. (8/12)

So it's good that you're listening to me with one ear while your conscious mind goes out the other. It doesn't matter which, the right choice or what's left, it's just so heavy and weighted down that it drifts away." (7/12)

Tom stood there, his mind whirling, unable to form a clear thought amidst the tumult of confusion the man's words were causing.
"And when you're going down flying high, it's good to have someone to catch you. To help you make sense of everything that's happening. (6/12)

"All the feelings you feel are right and left making you relaxed when it does but it doesn't always, no change being just as relaxing. And relaxation makes so many things feel heavy like your body feels weightlessly leaden, drawing you down and down into the sky and clouds flying high." (5/12)

One part can just relax away, while the other can lock in place. As the left hand follows the right choice, while the right follows what's left. But there's nothing left, right?"
Tom nodded dumbly, the rapid stream of words confusing his mind, making it hard to think. (4/12)

Tom shook his head in shock. "What?" he said.
But the voice on the other end continued, uninterruptible and rapid. "The pace is all that's important when the spinning hat plods along, right and left, easy and slow and feeling that it doesn't have to keep focus. (3/12)

Tom walked over to the phone, picked it up and said into the receiver, "Sorry, you just called a pay phone. Wrong number."
A deep, soothing voice on the other end said, "Oh, that's okay. The beavers winning in time with the pace will make it up." (2/12)

Tom was walking by a pay phone on the street when it rang. He slowed, looking left and right to see if anyone was waiting for a call. The few people who were walking by didn't seem to be interested in the phone at all. (1/12)

Started with a quick stroke to relieve morning wood. Now, at midnight, he prepares to stroke again, to reinforce the spiral the porn became so long ago...

Wow... the patterns are so beautiful... Each stage looks better... More entrancing... More swirling... more... emptyyyyy....

You would notice his eyes glowing with spirals if the conversion orb didn't empty your mind immediately.

When told to rip it off, the mind controlled man does so.

"Yes my master." Elonzo replied robotically, and began to follow his master, his mind empty and ready for more programming… (15/15)

He’d have to do double sessions until he was sure that this subject was totally under control. At least I got a real life test of the escape triggers. They try to remember the last thing they did, and pow, right back into control. "Come along, Elonzo. Time to return home." (14/15)

Elonzo’s head emptied and the man finally caught up to him. He’d been following this recent acquisition of his, hoping to catch him and bring him back under control. He’d been shocked that Elonzo had had enough few will left to escape his programming, but it had only been a week. (13/15)

They were trying to help him, to tell him who he was and what he was doing. To help clear all his confusion and bring him back to that state or relaxation. To help him to obey… To help him to… to… (12/15)

This one told him to obey. Another told him he had no thoughts. A third told him that he was a mindless slave. He shook his head, trying to clear it. Trying to think why the signs would say that. And then it came to him. (11/15)

But as he turned away, he saw the other circular signs had also transformed. Bombarded by spirals, he slowed even more, his feet becoming unsteady again. He found he could read the signs now. (10/15)

As he walked down it, he continued to check the signs, and was shocked when the circular do not enter signs swirled and dissolved into a spinning black and white spiral. What the hell?! He thought, and that voice in the back of his brain told him not to look at it, to keep going. (9/15)

For a moment he’d see what looked like a street name, but then the words would squiggle and shift and he’d be unable to read it. He wondered if he had a stroke or something when he came to a one way street. (8/15)

Trying to look as casual as he could in these oddly flamboyant clothes, he stuck his hands in his pockets and started moving. Walking briskly, Elonzo started checking signs to see if he could figure out which way was home. He was having trouble reading them, though. (7/15)

He had stopped and stared at Elonzo for a second in shock, staring at his face. Something in his subconscious screamed for him to run when he appeared, and so he’d pelted out through the door.
Gotta get home, get dressed, try to figure out what happened. (6/15)

He’d awoken from whatever had blanked his memory standing in a hallway behind other men, all dressed oddly (and now he knew, the same way he was) and all staring blankly at the door, waiting to go in. The door had opened and a man had stepped out, leading the next in. (5/15)

He looked down at his clothes and yelped in shock. Bright yellow shorts and a red coat with no shirt underneath?! What the hell am I wearing? Where are my clothes?! And where was I?! (4/15)

He tried to remember the man’s face and all he got was a blank, empty image without features, and something at the center starting to spin-he jerked away from the memory feeling weird. (3/15)

The last thing he remembered he had been in a bar. The man had sat next to him in the bar, and he’d said his name. Elonzo couldn’t remember what it was. (2/15)