Log inLimewah's Hypnovember 2025
Day 19 - Overload (Aetherbreeze)
BELIEVE - YOUR - EYES
IGNORE - YOUR - EARS
Infrasonic made the tiniest aperture with his lips, then softly clicked his tongue.
Two seconds later, he had the whole building mapped out in his head. Each cranny and crevice and seam was revealed to him, in a pin-sharp mental blueprint.
The bodies within those halls and rooms were less defined. His super-sensitive hearing could only go so far, after all.
As far as he could tell, the laboratories didn't have anything out of place. No extra personnel aside from the usual night guards, no one breaking in(aside from him, of course)… all he needed to do was scope the place out. Then he could put the anxieties that had been racing and screaming through his mind to rest. After Bradley's off-hand mention of this place during a quick out-of-character coffee - 'did you see that old button factory got bought up? It's a lab or something now' - he couldn't put it out of his mind. He had to know what was in there. Even if it was nothing. He wouldn't even be able to sleep.
The superpowered bat cut a pitch black shape - he wasn't in his usual superhero uniform,everything save for his grey ears and wing-hands covered in dark fabric.
Two seconds later, he had the whole building mapped out in his head. Each cranny and crevice and seam was revealed to him, in a pin-sharp mental blueprint.
The bodies within those halls and rooms were less defined. His super-sensitive hearing could only go so far, after all.
As far as he could tell, the laboratories didn't have anything out of place. No extra personnel aside from the usual night guards, no one breaking in(aside from him, of course)… all he needed to do was scope the place out. Then he could put the anxieties that had been racing and screaming through his mind to rest. After Bradley's off-hand mention of this place during a quick out-of-character coffee - 'did you see that old button factory got bought up? It's a lab or something now' - he couldn't put it out of his mind. He had to know what was in there. Even if it was nothing. He wouldn't even be able to sleep.
The superpowered bat cut a pitch black shape - he wasn't in his usual superhero uniform,everything save for his grey ears and wing-hands covered in dark fabric.
He had the map, he was in position… so it was time to get to work. The moment he slipped in through the window of the break room, the world exploded.
A siren? No, it was something of a higher frequency, the sort of hissing frequency that even a dog wouldn't pick up… but a bat would.
That wasn't going to deter him. Resisting and ignoring a tone like that was child's play to him. It was shaper, bassier sounds that he had to watch out for. Sounds like the sound of a clicker…
Infrasonic swallowed the extra saliva and pushed the memory of sucking cock to the back of his mind.
If the tone was the only sound he had to deal with, he'd have had no trouble at all.
A siren? No, it was something of a higher frequency, the sort of hissing frequency that even a dog wouldn't pick up… but a bat would.
That wasn't going to deter him. Resisting and ignoring a tone like that was child's play to him. It was shaper, bassier sounds that he had to watch out for. Sounds like the sound of a clicker…
Infrasonic swallowed the extra saliva and pushed the memory of sucking cock to the back of his mind.
If the tone was the only sound he had to deal with, he'd have had no trouble at all.
But there was more. All the appliances and devices suddenly came to life. Bluetooth speakers, the TV, the soundbar, carelessly left laptops… every single speaker in the room started to blast sound at full volume, machinegunning Infrasonic's senses with so many voices. There were news reports from the other side of the world, transcriptions of wiki articles, podcasts that now had a lifetime total of one listener.
Infrasonic could pick out each and every one of them. He could follow along with every word. Every accent, all the inflections of every voice, and with them, picturing what the speaker might look like.. He had to. It was a compulsion. He couldn't help but forensically study sound, his brain working too fast for his senses to stop him. Even as he felt his brain blistering and his head throbbing and his focus spinning out of control…
The mental blueprint's lines were becoming fuzzier. The seams were fraying, the voices and their imagined owners grabbing and pulling and tearing it apart.
He couldn't see the room anymore, under the overwhelming swarm of information…
There was nothing to do, aside from shut down his hearing entirely.
There was no violence, no pain involved. Just a mental switch being flicked, processing power taken away from that sense and poured into other ones.
And with that… he was calm again. He could focus.
And channel his supernatural strengths into another one of his senses.
Infrasonic's title was a sort of smokescreen, it hid his true abilities. He was not limited to one flavour of hypersensitivity.
The bat couldn't rely on his ears anymore, but he had four other senses to play with…
Well, maybe not taste. And touch would be fine if he was staying stationary in one place, but that wasn't the mission tonight.
Scent was the next best thing. An even more vivid painter of mental pictures, even if it wasn't quite as precise as hearing…
Unless there were sharp smells like bleach or cleaning fluid.
Which… there was a lot of. Damnit
Scent was a wash. Which only left…
He couldn't see the room anymore, under the overwhelming swarm of information…
There was nothing to do, aside from shut down his hearing entirely.
There was no violence, no pain involved. Just a mental switch being flicked, processing power taken away from that sense and poured into other ones.
And with that… he was calm again. He could focus.
And channel his supernatural strengths into another one of his senses.
Infrasonic's title was a sort of smokescreen, it hid his true abilities. He was not limited to one flavour of hypersensitivity.
The bat couldn't rely on his ears anymore, but he had four other senses to play with…
Well, maybe not taste. And touch would be fine if he was staying stationary in one place, but that wasn't the mission tonight.
Scent was the next best thing. An even more vivid painter of mental pictures, even if it wasn't quite as precise as hearing…
Unless there were sharp smells like bleach or cleaning fluid.
Which… there was a lot of. Damnit
Scent was a wash. Which only left…
The bat stifled the urge to sigh. He didn't enjoy using his vision all that much - sight was so limiting in the information it could provide, even if he could see frequencies others couldn't. To him, sight was far less reliable.
But it'd have to do until he switched off all the noise in the room.
Infrasonic slowly and carefully removed his blindfold, and stared directly into the blue and white ripples of colour, flowing through the faceplate of the tall, towering figure, though he could not see anything outside of the screen, it pulled his already hyperfocused senses right into it… his sensitive eyes could see every warble and shift of the millions and millions of electrons that made up the screen, every little distortion of the rings when they passed along the boxy snout, the flickering of other colours between the blues and the whites, gradients no one else could appreciate, faster and faster, and he felt
But it'd have to do until he switched off all the noise in the room.
Infrasonic slowly and carefully removed his blindfold, and stared directly into the blue and white ripples of colour, flowing through the faceplate of the tall, towering figure, though he could not see anything outside of the screen, it pulled his already hyperfocused senses right into it… his sensitive eyes could see every warble and shift of the millions and millions of electrons that made up the screen, every little distortion of the rings when they passed along the boxy snout, the flickering of other colours between the blues and the whites, gradients no one else could appreciate, faster and faster, and he felt
oh
so
good.
As the pleasurable tunnel-vision eventually began to widen out, Infrasonic became aware of just a tiny periphery.
He could faintly start to process the rest of the shape outside of the screen - bright white, long, well trimmed fur, a handsome perfectly tailored suit. A collar in a gloved hand.
They were stooped down low to meet him, far taller than the little bat. The bat's craned neck lowered to follow it until the screen was level with his face. Almost close enough to press his nose against it.
It wouldn't have made the pleasure any stronger. He didn't approach. He just swayed and stared.
There was a sudden burst of white at the lower periphery of his vision, painting uneven glistening stripes along the other figure's slacks. For an instant, the spiral vanished. Two narrow eyes and an annoyed grimacing line appeared behind the plate. The eyes rolled with exasperation, and Infrasonic's mind began to hyperfixate. Did he do something wrong? Where was he, wait, what, where…?
Then the spiral returned, and all was forgotten. Infrasonic stared again, and smiled again.
If the creature was speaking, Infrasonic could not have known, deafened as he was. There was no mouth to lipread. Infrasonic could see sound waves, but could not parse them, especially when there were colours, pretty lights to gaze at, they seemed like the most important thing in the world…
The screen flashed suddenly, text superimposed over the spirals, One - Word - At - A - Time.
BELIEVE - YOUR - EYES
The bat believed. How could any other sense make him feel as good? He couldn't hear spirals, or smell them, could he? Only with his eyes could he take in the pretty lights, feel their radiation wash over him, let them twist and nestle into his mind.
IGNORE - YOUR - EARS
He was already doing that… but the reminder was nice.
BELIEVE - YOUR - EYES
Infrasonic's lips moved with them. He saw his white breath curl out from his snout.
Infrasonic's lips moved with them. He saw his white breath curl out from his snout.
IGNORE - YOUR - EARS
The puffs of steam dissolved into the twisting colours.
DO - YOU - UNDERSTAND?
The head tilted downwards. Infrasonic tilted his head down to follow the ripples.
The head tilted back up. Infrasonic did the same.
The head lifted a little further. Infrasonic copied the movement.
The sensation around his neck - the texture and tightness - was so familiar, that Infrasonic didn't even notice it.
Nor did he notice the second time he came.
The head tilted back up. Infrasonic did the same.
The head lifted a little further. Infrasonic copied the movement.
The sensation around his neck - the texture and tightness - was so familiar, that Infrasonic didn't even notice it.
Nor did he notice the second time he came.
Aside from the sudden sideways shift of the spiral, guiding his gaze with it as the creature evaded his next cumshot.
NO - MORE - CUMMING - PLEASE.
NO - MORE - CUMMING - PLEASE.
A descent and ascent again made him nod, made him accept and assent. He would not cum again until given permission.
GOOD - BAT.
Infrasonic could feel his throat vibrating. He was giggling like a fool.
GOOD - BAT.
GOOD - BAT.
There was the giggle again.
YOUR - EYES - ARE - TIRED.
AREN'T - THEY - ?
This time, only Infrasonic's eyelids and jaw nodded. Lifting them again took so much effort, but he needed to see, he needed to trust his eyes, his sight, the colours…
BELIEVE - YOUR - EYES
Yes, he nodded again…
WHEN - THEY - TELL - YOU
THAT - YOU - SHOULD -
Yes, he nodded again…
WHEN - THEY - TELL - YOU
THAT - YOU - SHOULD -
SLEEP.
Darkness fell over him in an instant. All that he had left now was touch. The things he could feel. The collar pulled taut. His feet stumbling before walking at pace. He couldn't trust any hints of where he was going.
He could not, would not take any context clues - like the feeling of the cold outdoor air, the nylon seatbelt against his torso, the rumble of the catalytic engine. He could only believe his eyes. And right now, all they could see was the darkness of his eyelids.
Though imagining the shapes was not too difficult, and they brought him an approximation of the bliss he'd felt with the real thing.
Darkness fell over him in an instant. All that he had left now was touch. The things he could feel. The collar pulled taut. His feet stumbling before walking at pace. He couldn't trust any hints of where he was going.
He could not, would not take any context clues - like the feeling of the cold outdoor air, the nylon seatbelt against his torso, the rumble of the catalytic engine. He could only believe his eyes. And right now, all they could see was the darkness of his eyelids.
Though imagining the shapes was not too difficult, and they brought him an approximation of the bliss he'd felt with the real thing.
When he was allowed to open his eyes again, the colours were waiting for him, already strobing, and his body surged forward as far as the bonds would allow him to.
He could feel another voice too, close enough for the vibrations to reach his inner ear.
He couldn't trust he knew who it belonged to. He could only Believe His Eyes, and the spirals were all he could see…
Until a brief chin tilt gave him a glimpse of grey fur, a smile, a shining bodysuit… and two round goggles, flashing in a strobe that lit up the caverns of the bat's empty mind.
Ahhhhng, it was so hard to not cum on the spot… to leap into climax with delight at seeing such a dear acquaintance.
He could feel another voice too, close enough for the vibrations to reach his inner ear.
He couldn't trust he knew who it belonged to. He could only Believe His Eyes, and the spirals were all he could see…
Until a brief chin tilt gave him a glimpse of grey fur, a smile, a shining bodysuit… and two round goggles, flashing in a strobe that lit up the caverns of the bat's empty mind.
Ahhhhng, it was so hard to not cum on the spot… to leap into climax with delight at seeing such a dear acquaintance.
He could still feel the vibrations. But he could also read Professor Wolf's lips, beneath the twin flickers.
"Good Bat. Isn't it nice to have your senses stripped back so far? I can see it. Having such a quiet mind is a relief. And the mantra is simple, too. Believe Your Eyes. No pressure to do anything active. Just look, and believe. Good bat."
The wolf's soft baritone voice was nothing but kind and sympathetic. His gloating barely even felt like gloating. There were… a lot of villains who had their hooks in the superpowered bat's brain, but… if Infrasonic had to play favourites, if he were given the choice of who to be brainwashed by, it'd be hard to pick someone else.
Especially not right now, not with the flickering strobe burning away what little thoughts remained like flashpaper from a magician's wrist.
A gentle, gloved chin-tilt drew Infrasonic's gaze back to the hypnotic faceplate.
"Good Bat. Isn't it nice to have your senses stripped back so far? I can see it. Having such a quiet mind is a relief. And the mantra is simple, too. Believe Your Eyes. No pressure to do anything active. Just look, and believe. Good bat."
The wolf's soft baritone voice was nothing but kind and sympathetic. His gloating barely even felt like gloating. There were… a lot of villains who had their hooks in the superpowered bat's brain, but… if Infrasonic had to play favourites, if he were given the choice of who to be brainwashed by, it'd be hard to pick someone else.
Especially not right now, not with the flickering strobe burning away what little thoughts remained like flashpaper from a magician's wrist.
A gentle, gloved chin-tilt drew Infrasonic's gaze back to the hypnotic faceplate.
BELIEVE - YOUR - EYES.
OBEY - YOUR - EYES.
THEY - TELL - YOU - TO - SINK.
SO - SINK.
DEEPER.
DEEPER.
DEEPER.
DEEPER.
The flashed words… were they commands from the screen, or from his eyes? It didn't change the outcome. He Believed. He Obeyed. He Sank Deeper. As he did so, the pleasure grew, a familiar reward for his obedience. The spiral shapes seemed to grow bigger, the spirals escaping the screen and taking shape in the very air…
It seemed impossible.
But he believed his eyes.
It seemed impossible.
But he believed his eyes.
Wesley tilted his head from side to side, his arms behind his back, flickering new patterns, new fractals, each one reflected in the dazed bat's serving-plate eyes.
He was bottomless, too, his snow-white fur and toned legs bared… since his trousers were currently hanging in the bathroom, awaiting delivery for dry-cleaning.
"With The Greatest Of Respect, Professor," Wesley said, "I Would Have Liked A Warning About Infrasonic's Hair-Trigger."
"It slipped my mind, Wesley," Professor Wolf said, still stroking the back of the chirping bat's head. I thought you'd have been able to guess someone as hypersensitive has him might cum a little quicker than others!"
"You Flatter Me, Professor, But I Am Not Quite That Omniscient."
Professor Wolf chuckled. "Well… now you know. Keep working him over for me. I'll get your clothes to the dry cleaners."
"Very Good, Professor."
Infrasonic heard none of the conversation. His body was numb and insensate. His eyes stared into the pretty colours. Each new spiral shape created a new sensation, a new flavour of toe curling ecstacy.
There was a very simple process to it all. The spirals poured pleasure into the eyes, which relayed the signals to the brain. The brain sent the pleasure signals down to the bat's cock. The cock throbbed and oozed and squirted. The flow of information could not have been more efficient and streamlined.
All the more reason to only Believe his Eyes.
He was bottomless, too, his snow-white fur and toned legs bared… since his trousers were currently hanging in the bathroom, awaiting delivery for dry-cleaning.
"With The Greatest Of Respect, Professor," Wesley said, "I Would Have Liked A Warning About Infrasonic's Hair-Trigger."
"It slipped my mind, Wesley," Professor Wolf said, still stroking the back of the chirping bat's head. I thought you'd have been able to guess someone as hypersensitive has him might cum a little quicker than others!"
"You Flatter Me, Professor, But I Am Not Quite That Omniscient."
Professor Wolf chuckled. "Well… now you know. Keep working him over for me. I'll get your clothes to the dry cleaners."
"Very Good, Professor."
Infrasonic heard none of the conversation. His body was numb and insensate. His eyes stared into the pretty colours. Each new spiral shape created a new sensation, a new flavour of toe curling ecstacy.
There was a very simple process to it all. The spirals poured pleasure into the eyes, which relayed the signals to the brain. The brain sent the pleasure signals down to the bat's cock. The cock throbbed and oozed and squirted. The flow of information could not have been more efficient and streamlined.
All the more reason to only Believe his Eyes.
