Limewah's Hypnovember 2025
Day 24 - Addiction (TonySkoonk)

Hello. My name is Sky. I'll be your Mind Masseuse. 

Tony's thumb stroked along the phone screen, and the thumbnail icons lazily drifted in the same direction.
After spending so much time thinking about trying out hypnosis, the skunk was finally just about to take that first plunge.
MindMassage was an app that kept getting brought up over and over. Everyone who came before him looking for advice, wherever they posted, would be some variant of:

-MindMassage is the best one I found. It's great for newbies, there's tons of free introductory files just for beginners. And it only gets better from there.
-Yeah, I listen to files to get to sleep almost every night, and MindMassage is by far the best
-What they said! MindMassage is the best!

The website was simple, sleek and spartan; they didn't even have a logo! No branding whatsoever.
There were dozens upon dozens of files… most of them were behind a paywall, though.
It also appeared that there was more than one person involved with the site. Some files had multiple versions, for femme and masc voices of all types and accents… and some exclusive files, too. Most of them were paywalled, and those that weren't could be listened to for free only once. The app prevented that.
He settled on one of the free ones - Sky, a soft, androgynous voice with a little hint of baritone depth to it.
Then he picked out First Time Bedtime for the first file.

Hello. My name is Sky. I'll be your Mind Masseuse.
Well, their voice definitely was as described… It was lovely.
Tony got himself as cosy as possible beneath the covers and rested on his side the voice continued. Thank fuck it was an actual, honest to goodness voice, too. He'd attempted that in the past as a self hypnosis method, but text-to-speech robot voices had done absolutely nothing for him.

If you've chosen this file, that means you're probably new to hypnosis. Maybe you've had some frustrating experiences with files in the past, or maybe you're skeptical. This file's made for people like you. I'm going to talk you through some tricks and tips for hypnosis, in the form of a little bedtime story of sorts. Worst case scenario, my voice will lull you to sleep, and you'll hopefully sleep well.
The voice dipped a little lower. Tony's mind squirmed with sense-pleasure.
Best case scenario… you'll get your first true experience of trance.
Make sure you're comfortable, that your body's nice and relaxed, and that you're settled in to bed. No more distractions. Just you, and your bed, and your breathing. Nice and gentle…

Tony continued to breathe, as suggested. Sky was silent for a time, but there was something very soft in the background. Soft clicking or whispering. Or maybe he was hallucinating it…
Now, I'm going to tell you a story. A story about someone a lot like you. Someone who wanted to be hypnotised but was having trouble sinking… and through that story, you'll teach yourself how to be hypnotised. Sounds fun, right?

Tony nodded. He did.

Tony woke up, face down, feeling like his bones had turned to steel overnight. But as he extricated himself from bed, and took the headphones away from his ears, he felt a surge of energy.
"Holy hell…" he said to himself. "I feel great…"
It took him a moment to remember the last moments before sleep. He was listening to a hypno file, wasn't he? The bedtime story thing…
He couldn't remember what had happened in it though. 
There was a heavy outline of his body in the bed, and a thick patch of drool where his mouth had been.
The voice was really nice, quite soothing… but he had conked out. The 'Worst Case Scenario', as Sky had put it. But that was fine. 
Signing up for a basic subscription was only five bucks for a month. Why not? If he got a couple more good nights' sleep out of it, then it'd be worth the price.

The rest of the day passed by like any other day, though he found his mind drifting back to Sky now and again. Who were they? What did they look like? How did they get into hypnotism themselves…?
One of the higher tiers would allow him to DM the Masseuses, make requests… but that would be too much. Too soon for that.

When he settled in that night, he had resolved to pay closer attention, to see if he could remember individual moments from the file. He wouldn't black out this time.

Now… once upon a time, there was a person who was a lot like you. Almost exactly like you in fact. But there was one difference. They lived a long time ago, and you're here, in the now. That person was awake. And you are asleep, in trance…
…Was he?
Deeply asleep already, and you didn't even realise it. Just by focusing on your breath and listening closely to those little whispers, you've put yourself into this focused, state. Where there's only me, and your body, and your breath. So listen… and continue to listen… as we get back to the story. This person who was a lot like you was suffering from sleepless nights, a racing mind, and they didn't know what to do… so they went to the town's doctor. They stood in front of the door to the doctor's home. They looked at it long and hard… then they reached for the door knocker…

Each action was narrated in great detail. It would have been excruciatingly boring coming out of just about anyone else's mouth. Each new detail just made him feel… more relaxed.

And this doctor told them of a Masseuse named Sky…
Did he just hear Sky giggle? Was he giggling along too…?
How long had the file gone on for? He started to lift his head to have a look, see how much was left…
And Sky, this masseuse, was more than happy to help. The person who was a lot like you laid on their table, face down…

Tony remembered rolling onto his pillow and burying himself in it.
But that was that. 
The only difference from the previous morning was Tony woke up still face-down in the pillow.
"Ugh, dang…"
He wanted to scrub back through the file, listen to it while it was lucid. But the MindMassage app's DRM was quite strict; all you could do was play, or pause, or stop. No rewinding, no scrubbing, no downloading.

He persevered. Night after night, he put on the file. Night after night, around the point where he rolled over, he blanked out again. He was stuck on that mental hurdle, seemingly insurmountable… 
He could have tried another Masseuse, maybe someone whose voice wouldn't have quite the same effect.
But that felt like cheating somehow.

It was on the 10th day, on his way to work, that something ridiculously obvious occurred to him. By that point, he'd started using shorter 'meditations'. Things he could listen to in work, things that could make his head feel pleasantly tingly and make his heartbeat slow… loopable files that kept him in a pleasant, focused haze. He had his earbuds in at all hours, whenever they weren't charging.
So… why hadn't he tried listening to the bedtime file during the day?
That afternoon, Tony resolved to have another listen, during the daytime. So he wouldn't drop into trance - or nod off, whichever of the two was happening to him each time.
When he tried to play the file, though, Sky's voice sounded different. A little more casual, less of that flirtatious smoothness he was used to.

Hey, it looks like you're trying to listen to this during the day…
"Guilty as charged, Sky," Tony said, as if they could hear him.
This file only works if you listen to it in the evening, so check back later, ok?

Dang. Okay. Time for plan B - energy drinks.
Losing out on a night's sleep it would be worth it to satisfy his curiosity. He'd call in sink to work, no one would be the wiser.

Tony had a lot of trouble lying still, feeling the caffeine surge and rattle around his body like a loose ping pong ball. But this time, for sure, he was going to remember it.
Everything was as expected. The words were comforting. But his heart was still racing from the energy drink…

At least…

At first.

When the silence came, when he breathed, he tried to focus on the tiny bits of background noise. Were they hallucinations? Or were they…
sinkingdeeperintotrancesinkingfurtherintothemindmassageletthemindmassagemeltyourmindyoulovethemindmassageyouneedthemindmassageyoucravethemindmassagesinkingdeepersogoodsogoodsogoodsoobedientobeyyourmasseuselistenverycloselyeverywordoverandoverandoverkeeplisteningwantmoreneedmorewantmoregood

Hearing those sounds more clearly only overwhelmed his senses. Trying to keep up with the whispers, to understand the message behind them… piercing things together, as he realised that he was -

readytodropreadytosinkthenexttimeyouhearyourmasseusespeakthenexttimeyou'llsink

Now, Sky said.
Tony fell into trance. He was awake, still, yet not awake. His scattered, leaping mind suddenly zeroed in, like an excited dog told to heel.

His mind throbbed. His body calcified. He listened.

And he didn't know what to do… so he went to the town's doctor. And this doctor told him of a Masseuse named Sky.
And Sky, this masseuse, was more than happy to help. The person who was a lot like you laid on their table, face down…
Tony had rolled onto his back. He drooled into his pillow.
Sky pressed their paws, their magical paws, into the back of the skunk's head, and they began to rub, and massage, and squish…
And as they rubbed, and massaged, and squished, the skunk began to feel those thoughts getting wrung out of his head. What does that feel like, Tony? 

….Wait. Huh? What? Did they just say his -

Tony felt like he was dropping through the bed, yet also remaining perfectly still. The contradiction stretched his mind so thin, too thin to think anymore. The awareness of his body was gone. There was only the massaging voice.
Just let my words in, Tony as you fall into trance, an even deeper trance than last time… Let my Massage leave its imprints on your mind, working out all those knots.
And as each and every knot was squished out of Tony's mind… he felt a peace come over him, a sense of clarity… and with it, he understood what would truly put an end to his sleepless nights.
And that was to keep coming back. Day in, day out, he would go to the Masseuse, and his mind would be massaged, and all the worries that crept up on him were dispelled.
He came to rely on the massages. He was addicted to them… he never stopped.
But… eventually, he came to find that the massage was not quite enough.

…If you've gotten this far, Tony, you've probably been listening to a lot of other files. This bedtime story isn't quite enough anymore, is it? You need to continue the story. You want to go deeper into hypnosis. You want to try out more mind massages.

He did. He did. He did.

And all you need to do, is to go up to the next subscription tier. Where you can continue your journey with more lovely, specialised files… like Pleasure Procedure, or Werewolf Pup, or Come When Called. The more files you listen to, the better you'll feel… so why not keep feeling good, especially since you've been listening long enough to remember this conditioning that's already so very deep inside you…
So… all that's left to do, Tony… is to Sleep.

Tony slept.

Tony kept an extra pair of charged earbuds to hand at all times. As soon as the batteries ran low on one pair, he stuck in the next pair to ensure his MindMassages were never interrupted for long.
Sky was no longer the only masseuse he listened to. There was Handler, who taught him to bark and whimper like a dog. There was Lux, who sent him on intense vision quests. There was Hessia, who made the very act of going for a walk an intensely hypnotic and erotic experience.
Each new tier brought with it more delights. 100 dollars a month was a small price to pay for the constant massaging. The purpose and comfort it brought him.
Not to mention, the one-on one sessions with Sky. They would stretch on for what felt like days, the disembodied voice reinforcing his programming, running through his triggers, deepening their connection to his psyche…
And he lived happily ever after.