I dream of Desiree

WARNING: this story contains themes of corruption, hypnosis, transformation and other correllated concepts. If you do not like those, do not read it. It is also NSFW in some aspects.

Danny felt comfortable.

He wasn't quite sure where he was or how he came to be here, but he could feel a particularly soft cushion against his back, one that made him feel warm and relaxed. The atmosphere was weird, a dim light barely filling the place as he seemed to be in a room he did not recognize, in the middle of the night. One window was open, letting in a cool breeze as he observed both himself and his surroundings to pinpoint just what had happened. He was in some kind of Middle-Eastern themed room, complete with cushions, a rug on the floor with an intricate pattern and a few touches like hand-weaved baskets, a hookah in the corner and a pungi flute. It seemed more like something themed after the Middle-East than something from a specific spot in it, yet he recognized those vibes all the same as he looked at himself, inspecting his outfit as he recognized that he was rather odd in this spot, his Danny Phantom costume being worn over his body, complete with his white hair. The only difference here was that, for some reason, he had a fez atop his head and the more he inspected, the more it seemed like he was caught in some sort of illusion themed around something of orientalist vibes...And he couldn't help but think of one person who would fit in immensely within this room...

Desiree.

The moment he thought of her, her bottle could be seen, as if it had always been there. It was right there in the very center of the room, on the rug. He had caught her in a thermos and in other such containers before, but he did remember the very first bottle which held her back then, a brass and gold one with rubies on the side, very opulent and yet somewhat a little tacky. Preparing himself for a confrontation, as per usual whenever he met her, he found himself unable to move as if his body would not respond, powerless in such a critical situation as the lid of the bottle opened up and a thick green smoke, swirling and snaking around, went on to appear before his eyes, a sign that Desiree was about to appear. Coalescing, thickening, the smoke then went on to turn into the green genie that he had fought so many times before, yet there was something different about her, something both obvious and a little hidden as she had finally materialized fully before his eyes.

Her body had somewhat changed, which was the first and easiest thing to notice. Her hips were somewhat larger, her belly a little more slim and, more easily detected than anything else, her breasts had grown considerably. She seemed like both a sexier and more satirical version of herself, yet Danny did not find her humorous in the slightest right now, his instincts as a young man not helping but liking this appearance of hers. She had abandoned her metallic band across her waist and hips, changing for a sash with silk veils attached to it along with a large gem at the center, holding it all together somehow. She was still the same in terms of colors, with light blue, some pink, green skin yet this time there was some gold too, getting along so well with her long and luxurious black hair. She was the same as ever, but the other thing he noticed within her, something definitely more subtle than her bombastic body, was the look in her eyes. Before, she ever had a look of either smugness, bitterness and anger on her face, always ready to take advantage of others, to destroy lives and to get her vengeance for slights from the past. Now, she was calm, collected, seemingly more reserved which only served to make her look somewhat much more stunning, yet Danny knew very well that she was a trickster, someone who couldn't exactly be trusted...Even though she did help save the planet way back then during a certain crisis.

"Greetings, my former foe," she told him, her voice calm yet not exactly serene, as if she was calculating something while she herself went on to look at the place she found herself in, somewhat as puzzled as Danny was about this. "It seems like you have summoned me here somewhat. It's a strange thing that we see each other like this."

He did not understand what she meant at all. College student he might now be, this did not necessarily make him that smarter as he knew he could be slow on the uptake at times. "I haven't done anything. I just got here and here you are," Danny responded, trying himself not to get ahead of himself, seeing that he still couldn't budge from his position. It was better if she did not grow aware of that fact, his vulnerable position certainly not enviable. "Cut it out. I know how you work. I'm not gonna say any wish or let you trick me, Desiree."

"Oh, do not worry about that. I've stopped doing that a long while ago...As I'm sure you're well aware of," Desiree replied, looking at him in the eyes as she gave way to a little smile, as if amused by this predicament as she approached close to him. "In fact, I find it fortuitous that we come to meet again. I have a proposition for you."

Saying that she wouldn't try anything and going on to say something like this certainly did not make Danny feel any more trustful toward her, yet her proximity was not without its advantages. He could see her light muscles, truly inspect her smooth green skin and the way her jugs seemed to jiggle a touch while she floated nearby, her diaphanous ghost tail helping her move around with ease. "Here we go again...What is it that you'll try this time?" Danny said, giving her a look of mild annoyance as he tried very hard to move, yet it felt like the cushion itself was making him stay put, the comfort it gave him being like a trap for his muscles and his whole body.

"As I said, no trick," Desiree said, going on to massage his shoulders, her slender fingers giving just enough pressure on them to make Danny feel even more relaxed, his own nervous stance being no match for her finger-work. "You do recall of my past, yes? The one that you learned about so long ago?"

Of course he did. To justify what she was doing, namely ruining people's lives, she had told him of back when she was alive, hundreds of years ago when she had been a Sultan's favorite. She had the love and devotion of a powerful man, one who gave her anything she asked for as she was cherished and adored. However, the Sultan's actual wife grew jealous of this and had her thrown out with the Sultan unfortunately going along with this, which broke Desiree's heart. She apparently died of old age and because of her broken heart, which gave way to her spirit rising up like this, so filled with regret, hate and spite that she came back as an almost all-powerful genie. Of course, as tragic as this was, this did not give her the right to just go around and do as she pleased, which usually ended up making people feel and be miserable. "I do...But what does this has to do with anything?"

"I have ever felt content when someone cared about me, loved me and gave me plenty of attention and, for the longest time, I've denied this feeling because of my torment...But now after so long I think I'm beginning to see clearly," Desiree spoke, her voice filled with a certain hope as she moved around, getting closer to Danny before bowing before him, making it a grand gesture to help with what she'd say next. "I respect your power and your heart as you've stopped me before while I was sick with grief and hate. Because of this, I feel that you and I should form a bond together...as master and slave."

This came as a total shock to Danny as he did not know how to react to something so bold and out of left field. Trying not to stare too much at her impressive cleavage while she bowed, a task he was occasionally failing despite his willpower, he knew pretty much instantly that this was a trick, that she had an ulterior motive. Why else would she even voice out something so out-of-character? He was no dupe and before he could even respond she continued speaking.

"I understand that this is very much against your being in itself and that you have your reasons not to trust me, but do please consider it," Desiree said, floating toward her bottle again before she turned around and gave him a sultry smile. "Do take your time to give me your answer, but here's a little taste of what you might enjoy if you accept~"

Her demeanor had changed drastically right there, going for the harem girl vibe that matched this place so well. Having fought her prior, he had always found her pretty in some respect. As a young heterosexual man facing a grown woman in a belly dancer costume, he couldn't necessarily deny that she had a good amount of visual appeal, yet right now he could piece out why the Sultan back then had perhaps grown to like her so much. She could be simply stunning when she did not try to annihilate him, albeit to stop doubting her would be stupid at this point. Right then, she swirled her tail on the rug as if it was a snake's tail, using this as a prompt to go ahead and shake her hips vigorously from one side to the other, giving way to a sensual belly dance.

"You could be in this position at any time you wish, me dancing for you, enjoying the sights of my sexy body while you relax~" she said, her tone honeyed, a ridiculous amount of confidence in her appeal being found in both her voice and her motions. It was the simplest of gestures, but the wide arc she made with her generous hips and how it seemed to shake her breasts very gently was indeed a tantalizing sight to behold, one that Danny couldn't help but gawk at. "If you ever have an answer for me...You know where to find me~"

And just like that she was gone, the environment was remove and everything vanished...making Danny wake up immediately. He groggily got up, looking at the alarm clock as it wasn't exactly time for his first class yet, but it was too late to just go back to sleep so quickly. He budged to make himself some coffee as he remembered this dream, how surreal and yet so very vivid it felt. It had been a long while since he had seen Desiree and for good reasons as he got through his ghost-hunting gear, a box full of memorabilia and gadgets that helped him as "Danny Phantom". In there, he found the thermos in which he had last caught her, bringing her along with him because he knew the danger she represented. There were easy ways to stop her, yet if she got smart enough one of these days she could possibly cause incredible damage to the world and its people and, as such, it felt safest to bring her along with him as he moved to college. There wasn't much room in his studio, one that he was barely able to afford at that, but looking at the content of this box made him feel nostalgic for the good old days. He wondered what Tucker and Sam were doing right now, if they were happy. They had gone their separate ways after high school, life taking them in different directions as his best friend and his very first girlfriend were now mostly busy with their own life. He wasn't unhappy with what he had right now, but it certainly felt different.

Getting some coffee and breakfast, he went for his first class of the day. His life was so much easier lately considering how hailed he was as a hero ever since having saved the planet from the disasteroid. People knew who he was, he was greatly respected, beloved even and it was all thanks to him and to the other ghosts who had helped save the day back then...Which Desiree had been a part of. Perhaps she had indeed turned over a new leaf? Her confinement certainly could have made it so she had the time to properly reflect on her actions and motivations. She could even be trying really hard either to amend or to seek happiness and perhaps he could help with her rehabilitation. Perhaps if she did have a king master who took care of her, respected her and directed her energy toward more benevolent subjects and uses she could be redeemed...But part of him was also thinking of something else, like her sumptuous body. It was hard not to think of it whenever the idea of Desiree popped up, how dream-like she looked, how beautiful and striking her curves and assets were. It was pretty much the dream of so many people to have a devoted slave like her, dressed exactly like this, at their beck and call. It was not very heroic or noble, but he couldn't exactly deny that some rather perverse thoughts did cross his mind.

His whole day was spent like he normally would ever since he arrived in college three months ago, working as hard as he could to properly keep his grades as high as possible. Academics was still not his passion, but he knew that learning would just make him a better person overall and thus he gave it his best. On occasion did he reminisce about his dream, about Desiree and how best to handle this topic, but it was too soon to come to a decision anyway. What if she tricked him again? What if she was unleashed? What if there truly was no hope for her to be good? It was quite a dilemma and as he ate dinner and finished some of his assignments, he looked at the thermos in which she was held and placed it back in the box, unable to take such a decision right now. He needed more time and opted instead to focus on other things. She could wait.

Going to bed, he fell asleep almost immediately as he slumbered, then opened his eyes to the same decor in which he found himself in last night. Now understanding that this was a dream, he began to think that perhaps it was just due to something he ate, some bout of nostalgia or something else entirely...But here he was again, in the same spot, on the same supremely comfortable cushion, fez on his head, bare-chested and all that. If this was a dream, then there was some logic and some pull that made him envision this as he saw Desiree, out of her bottle, was there, floating above the rub as her genie tail waved around, her pose somewhat relaxed as if she had been waiting for him.

"It is good to see you again," she said, repeating the same behavior she had prior, an indicative of a continuity as those dreams seemingly were connected, as if this was a pocket dimension of some sort in which she lived. "Have you thought about my proposition?"

It was fair that she ask him about that, though Danny didn't exactly reach any conclusive answer, still quite torn about this whole offer. She was waiting for him, which did bring some pressure to this exchange as part of him wanted to give her a chance, while another knew that doing so would be putting himself and the world in danger even if she had possibly good intentions. She could be triggered or could still possess a twisted sense of wish-granting. Perhaps it was innate in her at that. Sensing his turmoil, she merely chuckled at that, bringing some levity to this moment.

"Oh, worry not. I understand very well why you're not answering yet. I wouldn't trust me either after all that I've made you live through," Desiree said, her voice light and removed from any form of animosity. She approached him, her own chest being rather close to his head due to how large and overbearing they were, Danny being unable to tell if she did this on purpose or not as her voice took on a sweet quality. "But perhaps you just don't really understand what kind of benefits you would gain as well...Let me show you~"

She repeated the same motion as last time, swinging her considerable hips and yet this time it was different as she continued it, going on to stare into his eyes while she did so as her swings turned into softer and slower sways. Her absence of legs, her ectoplasmic nature made it so her moves were beyond fluid, smooth and expansive in a way that no man or woman could ever reproduce as she twisted her hips and then went on to go with figure-eights, as if twisting and pushing her hips toward his face as Danny glued his eyes on them. He had never seen a true belly dance before, save in some videos on the net and seeing one live so close to him was unlike anything else. Her muscles tightened slightly after a little while, yet it never distracted from her smooth ghost-like flesh and her luscious skin. Her hands went on to move in the air, her fingers working as if she was playing some kind of invisible harp as it made music echoes out from nothing, accompanying her dance with near-perfect timing. She had a thin smile on her lips as her red eyes gazed unto his, her concentration spot on while her own moves were all directed toward him, soft and sensuous in a way that made it impossible for Danny to just stare anywhere else.

"Picture this: me dancing for you whenever you wish, seducing and teasing you in a way that would ever stay fresh and alluring. Never dull, never boring, always exciting, mesmerizing even," Desiree said, her voice calm so as to not override her moves and the music, allowing Danny to focus on her intently. "Whenever I danced, people would describe my beauty, my grace, my otherworldly appeal as they'd just stare and appreciate what some told me was a sex appeal that went beyond temptation, moving toward the hypnotic~"

She bumped her hips in the air and did some shimmies for a few seconds before concluding with a hip drop, which then prompted for some hip circles. She brought her waist forward and then backward, stretching the skin of her abdomen and her lower back as much as she could while she twirled in place, always keeping her upper body stable while her bosom jiggled on occasion, giving some credence to how fascinating she could be. Her hair swished while she danced, never getting in the way, going right and left in a steady fashion while some ectoplasm seemed to pearl on her in a way that made it seem like sweat. To Danny, who ever considered her a foe, this was a confusing albeit arousing sight as this was such a sharp contrast as to how she always acted toward him. Antagonism was so deeply-rooted in their interactions than anything else felt weird. Their conversation had been strange, but this took the cake as she was just seducing and performing for his eyes only, in an orientalist-themed room, with him being the only odd duck in here. This weirdness, though, did not diminish the fact that she truly was stunningly fascinating, her moves quite easy to follow and her voice being soothing, reassuring even.

"It's been told by my greatest lover, a Sultan, that seeing me dance was enough to please him beyond what he thought was possible, that my hips, my abdomen, my chest and my eyes were enough to give way to ecstasy untold," Desiree described, going to do a few belly rolls while drums and some brass instruments went on to join this rhythm of her, granting her a supernatural aura of pure appeal as all the animosity that she removed from her stance and her actions made her seem like one of the most gorgeous woman in existence. "Judging by how captivated, how entranced you are right now...I think it might not just be him who greatly appreciates my form~"

She was being teasing and playful, such a far cry from her past self that Danny really did want to give her another chance right away, to try and see just how things might work out if they tried together. However, he knew that this was a moment of passion as he collected himself although there was a certain heat in his loins, something that stirred and twitched with fury and eagerness which he could not deny.

"I leave you now with this little thought, this extra incentive to give a second-glance at my proposal, to think it through deeply," Desiree said, lingering on her last move, giving way to some half circles as she turned around to make him focus on that specific part of her body, until she stopped it with one particularly evocative bump of her hip. "This is how it could be every single day if we were master and slave~"

The bump seemed to make everything disappear as he woke up and it was morning, again just a few minutes before the alarm clock would ring. It had seemed like it had been short, yet every moment she had been dancing felt also like an eternity that was not bothersome, yet pleasant. He did not know what was her game...Or if there was actually a game afoot here, but as he got out of bed he realized that his bed-sheets were sullied, realizing that this had been, apparently, a wet dream. Flustered by this, embarrassed even, he removed them all and took a note to do his laundry as soon as possible. She hadn't been kidding when she said that her dance could be pleasant beyond belief. The dream had felt so real and she had been so sexy in it that it had caused for this to happen. It was certainly uncanny, yet it was almost funny in a way, as if she had planned this. Back then she wanted him gone forever, now she made him release his tension. Truly, strange times.

As he got to class, he tried to focus on what the teachers said, taking notes and to bring his focus back on track, but it was impossible to just not think about what had happened last night. Somehow, Desiree had some kind of connection to him through dreams in which she talked and danced for him. She wanted to be his slave to have a shot at happiness, redemption or perhaps something much less noble and more sinister. She was going all the way to make sure he'd say yes, going so far as to seduce him, something she said she'd never do since she didn't trust men at all. This was an evolution of some kind, though it could be subterfuge. His mind wandered off constantly to the subject of Desiree, to what she said and how she acted. Was he being paranoid and not giving her the chance that she needed? Was he being safe and she was truly up to no good? He tried to make a list of the good and the bad, weighting in what would be the benefits and the possible problems.

The good was that she was a powerful genie capable of bending reality. As such, many a great problems in the world could be handled and solved by her if she was directed at it in a careful way. She was beautiful beyond doubt, a truly amazing looking woman who knew just how to please. He did not like putting that in the good column, but to say otherwise would be to lie in a rather obvious manner as he needed to be thorough. Her knowledge and experience with the Ghost Zone could come in handy in his super heroic activities, which were few and far between nowadays. Any personal problems like money, travelling or even cleaning could be taken care of in a matter of second with zero effort. Those were the benefits that he could think of for now as he went on to go with the bad column.

She could very hard to handle. Perhaps she still had a mean streak in her, no matter how good her intentions were which could make it so it could prove long and arduous to make her behave differently. Trying to explain to others that he had a slave at his beck and call, an attractive woman dressed like a belly dancer no-less, would be immensely difficult no matter how much it was actually what Desiree wanted. She could be outright lying, putting him and everyone in danger the moment he'd trust her. They weren't as numerous as the positives, perhaps an indicative of how he truly felt on the matter, but he couldn't just take such a hard decision lightly. He needed to truly comprehend what was at stakes as well as how to balance things out. A conversation, perhaps, or maybe a trial period? Those could work.

Of course, as he thought about it, his own focus on his studies for the day was on the downside as he unfortunately had to copy notes from others to try and catch up, the important nuances sadly not heard by himself and thus he was in a tough spot. Perhaps this could be a negative trait, that he'd probably think of her all the time? He wasn't sure if that was a positive or negative, though, so he shelved it for now as he got back home, did his laundry, which had been overdue anyway, then ate some dinner as he tried to make sense of the notes he had been given. He certainly could not afford to rest on any laurels, no matter how hardly gained they were or not. Despite being Danny Phantom, a hero, he could not just ride along this and expect things to be easy for him all the time and he knew it. As he went to bed, he paused for a moment as he figured that the moment he'd fall asleep...he'd see her again. Or at least there was a high chance of that. He was anxious because he didn't have an answer yet, but he was certainly eager because he would see her again. Would she dance for him anew? Would they talk it out? Would something change? He was asking so many questions since she entered his dreams that it felt tiring and with those queries firmly in mind he fell to slumber, dozing off rather easily.

The surprise was lesser by now as he got in the same room, the same position and with the exact same outfit as prior. He tried to move and he felt that he was glued to the cushion, as if his skin had been sewed on top of it, its comfort holding him in place. Still surprised at that, he actually noticed through remembrance that he hadn't even tried last time, that he just stayed put as Desiree danced for him. It had been so beautiful and memorable that perhaps indeed he just forgot and allowed himself to be relaxed and comfy. His life was so hard at times, ever in demand either due to super heroics, studies or the responsibilities of being an adult thrown upon him. He never could properly chill like when he was a teenager, when he could do it on rare occasion while not it seemed like he could do so perhaps once every full moon. Those dreams, he realized, were times when he could afford to just take it easy and to actually do it in the company of someone that was simply gorgeous...

As he thought of her that way, Desiree popped up from behind him, going on to plant his head between her breasts as he felt a gasp of surprise, which was then followed by a sigh of contentment as he realized what she was doing. He had been rather taken by the size of that chest of hers, which was large in a way that felt almost silly, yet somewhat perfectly latched onto her sumptuous body. They were soft and warm, like two pillows which greatly surpassed in quality the cushion which he rested against. Unable to really move, he couldn't figure out how this position they were in was possible, but perhaps he could just bask in this as he sighed again, enveloped in the contact of Desiree, the genie ghost who he began to appreciate more and more.

"I do apologize for the intrusion upon your personal space, but I felt like I had tons more to say about how our relationship might work and how I could convince you to give it a shot," Desiree said, whispering in a gentle tone as she went on to press her breasts against his head a little, massaging it to really put her point across. "Allow me to go ahead and show you the many wonders that could be yours~"

A second Desiree popped up, which Danny thought was impossible but then he remembered that he was in a dream, a place where logic didn't always have its place. He didn't know how this worked, if this was his imagination or if Desiree was influencing what was happening, but a few gentle strokes of her breasts made this a moot point as he felt as if he was in heaven right now. The other Desiree began to dance, providing not only for visual stimuli, but also something to accompany that chest of hers with panache and gusto. She swayed her hips at first, using her tail and ghost body to really flow like water, as if her belly could be calm ocean and raging sea at once as she began to flutter her stomach, centering her moves on her navel for the time being.

"A good dancer can captivate its audience, put them under a spell as if they were hypnotized. If they move right, the audience just can't look away..." Desiree said, the one dancing upfront moving her lips although Danny heard those words in a quiet whisper that seemed quite close to himself. He didn't know who was really talking, yet a few strokes of her breasts made him feel relaxed and comfortable as his eyes were dead-set on the dancing Desiree whose flutters seemed to become faster, then slower and more pronounced, her soft flesh undulating in a concentrated area. "I'm dancing very well, don't you think? You just don't want to look away, your focus absolutely placed upon my beauty, be it my jiggling chest and my abdomen~"

When she spoke, she massaged his head, putting pressure and then releasing it as if she was coaxing something out of him. He felt a little limp now, Danny just going with the flow as he thought he could be having a conversation, trying to question her about how this would go, what she would like and so forth...But he did not want to interrupt her. It would mean that she'd stop, that this would just cease right in the middle as he was feeling so very, very good. He looked at her dancing form, her belly pulling his gaze toward it and her deep and perfect navel. She was right that it was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic in its repetition as it felt so easy to just stare and say nothing at this moment. She was clearly a very talented dancer and thus he really couldn't just look away, feeling captivated by her beauty and grace.

"You feel as if time was slowing down to a crawl, your eyes hungering to savor every inches of my body, right? You're appreciative of my form, of my voice, of my talent, I can tell~" she continued, again her voice going on to be heard through whispers while the two of them spoke. He tried to focus on a single one, yet the breast massage and the dance made this an impossible task. How could he really push one aside while his senses were set ablaze by her magnificence? The smell of her breasts was so unique, so pleasant, an aroma unlike any other as he took deep breaths, his own body relaxing greatly as he did so. The dancer in front of him, all the while, did 3 by 4 shimmies, very quick bumps which did not seem to go to overwhelming speed as she shook them back and forth, front and back as if it was his senses that she was titillating. "It's quite okay to think I'm sexy, to think I'm great, to want to stare as much as you want, as you crave. Just let yourself go and enjoy every single moments of it~"

As she spoke, he did feel as if he was hyper-focused on her body, specifically on the area between her tail and her neck, which meant her chest, her abdomen and her hips. He did not see her face or her tail any longer, his vision somewhat zooming-in on its own to this area as those fast motions were almost like a blur, a double-vision which confused yet also greatly aroused him. He recalled how the simple sight of her dancing had given way to a mess the next morning and he was certain that tomorrow would be no different. His senses were either dulled or hyper-sensitive as his crotch was on fire, his head warm and soft as if they meshed with the pair of breasts holding it captive and the rest of his muscles were numb. Her belly flesh bent, undulated, rolled and stretched in such a fashion that he could see every fold on the surface of her abdomen, her belly button always the epicenter, the focus of his gaze. It was a swirl of flesh, green and luscious, which drew his gaze in as he smiled and lost himself upon it. All the while, a few whispers could be heard, a faint echo of her voice coming from both nearby and afar.

"Stare..."

"Enjoy..."

"...eep trance..."

"...osis..."

He did always hear her completely, some words being cut short or his ears being covered by her sublime bosom. He figured it must not have been as important as how incredible he felt as he sighed again, getting quite limp and his happiness growing until the fire in his crotch reached its peak...And then he woke up.

The result of such an amazing dream was to be expected as he picked up the bed-sheets and put them in a pile, ready to be cleaned up after he'd come back from his classes. He had the afternoon cleared up today, not all days of the week being particularly tight and thus he knew he'd have time to catch up on his homework, assignments and other such things...As well as some more research of his own. After this, it was pretty much obvious that his thoughts would converge to Desiree, having gone through a superb dream with her last night. He did not remember all of the details, like those last few sentences and words that she talked about, but the gist of it, her nearness, her smell, her softness and her beauty, were very easy to recall with high-precision. He never thought he'd actually have such thoughts and experiences with a past enemy, but then people could change. There was, however, something that he had to check out as a tiny part of him most assuredly thought she was still up to no good and he had to check it out. If he was to continue being Danny Phantom while being an adult, he had to be smarter about it and that meant putting in the work and research on his own, without Tucker or Sam.

He went to the library to get access to the computers and the many references he could put his hands on as he went on to research two key terms: master and slave. Her proposal was just that, for them both to be in such a relationship. Perhaps she would play with that, going for an older definition of the word to put him in a losing position. The English lexicon was rich with synonyms, popular expressions and idioms and as such he had to make sure that he would not get double-crossed here. She seemed to be on the up-and-up, and he dearly hoped she was, but he had a gut feeling and he had to follow it. All of his research seemed to go evaluating that a master was one who could be seen as a top expert so much as to own a field, or someone who owned people. A slave was a person considered as a tool, owned by someone, with no proper freedom of their own. There were a myriad of other interpretations, but the way Desiree pretty much went on to please him in a way that felt subservient and nice did seem to showcase a strong sentiment toward her being genuinely interested in serving him. Other results with his search, as he tried to put Desiree out of his mind, a colossal though not impossible task, provided different contexts for the master and slave paradigm. It could be used in a professional manner, an owner and their worker. It could be done in a sexual manner, as in the dominant and the submissive, either through roleplay or through carefully-selected moments and instances. The latter made him feel a little perverted, imagining how she'd go on to service him, to please him utterly while calling him master as he felt bad about it...but also supremely excited. There was another instance, one mostly associated to fiction and incredibly specific occasions where those two words were used often: hypnosis.

At that point he just stopped his research, thinking that he was being rather paranoid at this point. Something nice, sexy and entirely pleasurable was happening and he couldn't just take it in without doubting the one making it possible? He felt bad about even considering it as he just went home for the rest of the day, beginning to reevaluate his list of positives and negatives, the few past days bringing much light to how he felt about it. He was still a touch freaked out about the slave part, but if Desiree wanted that to happen...Then surely it would be all good? He studied halfheartedly, visions of her body and echoes of her voice filling the studio he was in as he rummaged through his stuff to get the thermos in which she was held. It was still sealed tightly, no holes or damage seen to indicate that she might have run off. His first thought was to go ahead and rub it, release her so that he might see her in the flesh, but then he relented as his gut feeling went on to act again, making him think that perhaps he needed more time to think carefully. She had waited years inside it...Certainly she could wait a few more days?

He ate, did his laundry, all the things that he felt he needed to do as he was somewhat eager for something and he half-denied the truth in this matter: he wanted to see Desiree again. After two nights in which she got in his dreams and made him feel incredible, there was no true way to know if this would continue, if the streak would go on or if she'd tire and ask an answer of him, but either way he'd need to sleep eventually and he'd see her whether he'd want to or not...and he would lying to himself if he didn't admit that he craved for more of her presence and beauty. As he fell asleep very easily, merely closing his eyes being enough for him to drift off in a peaceful state, he arrived in the same room, going on to forgo the surprise and even the attempt at moving, now aware of what the rules were...Or so he thought.

There was a familiar and very pleasant pressure that moved behind his head, pressing against it and his neck as her breasts enveloped him in their warmth and smoothness. He sighed again, yet this time there was another Desiree who was lounging next to him, her hand going on to caress his chest and his abdomen, her sensual touch being light yet very pleasant, giving soft strokes so as to titillate him. It was as if her touch went through his outfit, going directly for the skin by pure magic. Another popped up before him, on the same rug in which she danced as the one by his side went on to speak softly.

"Have you come to a decision yet?" she asked, going straight to the point while her hand moved to his belly, circling around his navel in a teasing fashion. The other one massaged his head with her chest, her plump assets making him feel very relaxed all of a sudden, a long sigh escaping from his lips as he felt his crotch already beginning to twitch before anything else would start, notably her dance. "If you haven't, I might have some more tantalizing notions to share with you~"

She talked less this time around, going straight to the point as the one in the front danced, going for belly rolls right this instant, moving from her waist up to her chest in ample and suggestive undulations which made her bosom shake and her abdomen look tight and sumptuous. She moved her hands and arms above her head, then bent them to make them rest behind it as she focused solely on rolls for the moment, going for direct and opposite directions, never settling for one stance for too long, sometimes even accompanying those moves with sways, her hips going left and right while her belly waved in a manner so tantalizing as to be both erotic and hypnotic at once.

"It feels so good to just watch and think of nothing else, doesn't it? To just empty your mind and focus on what's important..." one of the Desiree said, Danny being yet again unable to determine which one was talking. One had a gentle, yet audible tone, one spoke in whispers and the other moved her lips in front of her, yet did not seem to actually do any sound. All that he knew was that her voice was incredibly pleasant, much like her contact and her looks, giving her the whole package deal of pure appeal. He really couldn't focus on nothing else but her, his thoughts and senses almost belonging to her in a way. "You love when I take charge of the situation like this. I'm so convincing with my arguments, my body and my voice telling you how amazing I am, how much you love all this. You can't help but agree with me, can't you?"

He began to recall how a dancer could mesmerize and hypnotize an audience, how Desiree herself told him that she was an excellent performer and this made him remember that he did see that term today, hypnosis. He felt somewhat ensnared, but it felt so ultimately pleasant and blissful that it did not necessarily register as a bad thing per se. Besides, he wasn't hypnotized, being put in a powerful trance or anything of the sort. That would be just sordid. As he felt her hand on his chest, teasing his nipples, her chest mushing up his head and ruffling his hair and her dance become increasingly fascinating, it was just because he was beginning to see how much of an amazing person and woman she could be without any hate, without anything to rage upon. Yet...The term hypnosis did seem to have a certain appeal considering how she had used it in such a gleeful situation.

"You just want this to go on forever, don't you? To listen to my voice, hunger for my touch, drool openly for my dance and appreciate me for all of eternity...It feels like something you desire, don't you think?" she said, the trio speaking yet none being easy to identify as the speaker, Desiree's voice being three tones and three different volumes that meshed and never meshed. Danny's hearing was just lost at this point, though he did listen very eagerly despite it all. "Paradise would be to be with me forever...To listen...To look...To touch...To be lost in a beautiful trance like this one~"

He felt half-present at this point. His vision was distorting, creating a mix between the background and the color of her skin, green, locking it onto her enthralling form. It seemed like his eyes were zooming in on her abdomen as those rolls either got very, very fast or they went slowly, allowing him to appreciate all the nuances of her green and luscious flesh undulating before his eyes, her navel somewhat pulling his gaze in like a magnet. The only thing affected by his sense of touch were the area that Desiree caressed, his abdomen, his chest and his head being filled with tenderness and sensual bliss as he began to feel an absolute heat rise up between his legs. Her scent, her nearness, her voice, her sex appeal, her warmth, the sweaty ectoplasm that seemed to run down on him...It all felt like too much stimulation at once.

"..ove hypnosis very mu..."

"...pno fetishism..."

"Fascination..."

"...notic navel..."

"...touch weakens you..."

"...breasts saps your willpo..."

Again, he heard so many different things going on all at once, none of them being clear except bits here and there, but he was unable to focus on all of them. His senses were overstimulated, carefully selected by Desiree as eventually he began to moan and he woke up with the same results as the last times, prompting for him to remove his bed-sheets as this time the mess was much bigger. If the point that she wanted to make was that he would love being her master, then the point was extremely eloquent.

He went through his day machinally, as if he was an automaton as he really couldn't help but think of the increasingly amazing dreams involving Desiree. His paranoia felt unearned at this point as he began to seriously going against some of his principles and take her as a slave. At this point, he would be fooling himself if he did not admit that he enjoyed these moments of pure exotic eroticism, with his own genie and him being pleasured by such an unique and precious woman. He had difficulties properly concentrating as he reworked the list of good and bad, forgoing many of his fears as the good certainly far outweighed the bad this time. However, something else went on to appear in his mind, a concept which had been inserted yesterday yet somehow his curiosity felt piqued as he went to the library again to search for it: hypnosis.

He looked at it, the power of suggestion, how it could affect the mind to help with behavior, with pattern-recognition, with therapy. There were many useful practices of that skill and how it could be instilled and induced in others. Coins, voice, pendulum...basically any repeating sound, calm tone and reassuring approach could help put people into a trance if they were suggestible or weak-willed. One's sexuality could also be applied to it, the terms erotic hypnosis being found too as Danny looked at it and even sampled some stories and images, finding them exceedingly hot for some reason. He had never thought about this that way before...or at all for that matter. Yet as he closed several windows he felt like this was something that he could enjoy very, very much. He pictured Desiree with it, yet the thought of hypnotizing her felt wrong somehow...She would already be a slave, bound to his will...But what if she helped him relax? He thought of her dance being truly hypnotic, of her chest putting him deep under her power, of her voice inducing a trance in him and somehow, even though it could be dangerous, there was an absolute thrill that he could associate with these concepts. Perhaps he was going too far ahead of himself, though, as he tried to not get caught essentially reading and looking at erotic material in the school library. It would be bad, to say the least...

...

And then he woke up in the Middle-Eastern room, just where he always was, on the comfortable cushion as he wondered what he was doing there. That question became somewhat irrelevant as a familiar pair of breasts went on to envelop his head, their scent and softness providing an escape from worrisome questions as he felt a smooth hand softly rub his belly. He felt somewhat safe the moment he realized Desiree was there as the one that danced was brought back, yet this time there was a new sensation as a small and round fruit was inserted in his mouth as, miracle upon miracle, he was able to move it to chew what he identified as a grape...then a strawberry...then another grape and other such fruits, all savorous and juicy. There were now four of them, each tending to him as if he was a great Sultan, their master and he felt absolutely elated with the experience.

"Do not worry about anything, just let us please you. Everything we do is pleasant to you. Our actions are exquisite, our words wonderful. Do not think and let yourself go~"

He did not quite know who said that among the four, but it really didn't matter and now he was aware of that. They were all Desiree, each of them a facet of how she could serve him and make him feel loved, cared about and blissful. Really, he had learned to enjoy himself a great deal while in this dream as everything that was added made him feel like more was waiting for him, like she was an endless source of services and attentions for him to discover. With four of them, it was easy to imagine splendorous scenarios in which he could reach peak pleasure and happiness as while his mind went on to picture it all, it then went on to shut down as she danced and a certain change in cognition went on to take effect upon his mind. If her dance was amazing, and a dancer could be hypnotic if good enough, then she herself was hypnotic. A simple logic which somehow aroused him to no end, his discovery of this fetish gaining new life while watching her. Her navel was the center that he had to focus upon, her hips swaying right and left in a pendulum like fashion as sometimes she did some umi, restrained hip circles, to properly spice things up for him.

"Hypnosis is sexy..."

"Desiree is sexy..."

"Desiree is hypnotic..."

"You love hypnosis..."

"You love watching me dance...

"You crave my touch...

"You crave my scent..."

Her voice echoed everywhere and he could only half-listen, some of her sentences not even audible, her breasts seemingly pressing onto his head for him to absorb meaning, her touch conducting it all so that his loins, which were ablaze and twitching, would direct that into pleasure. All the while, his eyes went on to see nothing but her colors, no background even being perceptible as pink, blue and green were all that he could see, with her at the center and her navel at the epicenter of this phenomenon. He felt sucked in, a captive of her sensuality, of her sexuality...as if he were hypnotized and he loved it.

The moment he caught on to this notion was when he woke up, having sullied his bed again...Yet he did not recall when he got back home...But then it dawned on him that he had actually walked back after his research on hypnosis and that he did things normally. Yes, now he remembered as he just went on to go on with his routine as he just got to class, not sensing any of this as being abnormal. However, soon, his perception of time went on to get slightly twisted as he got to class and then he woke up in the Middle-Eastern room, with Desiree now putting in a fifth version that massaged his shoulders. He went on to the library to search more on hypnosis, specifically hypno fetishism, looking for material as he pictured Desiree in so many roles, then he woke up again in the room, a sixth Desiree going on to massage his feet then. Each time he entered the room, he lost track of where he had been and how he had gotten there, each days seemingly starting in his bed, with freshly-cleaned sheets there and each time he filled in the blanks rather easily, yet something was amiss. Something did not feel right, yet each time those thoughts occurred they were easily set aside by Desiree who spoke with seven, then eight, then nine voices, each telling him more stuff that he half-forgot the morning after.

"You love me."

"You adore me."

"You want to be with me forever."

"You enjoy being hypnotized."

"Nothing is wrong when I'm around."

Things cascaded like this, with Danny growing deeply attached to Desiree, yet never able to tell her that his decision had been taken a while ago. He wanted to give her a chance, to be his master now and always...and then he woke up again in the utterly familiar room, yet this time there was only one Desiree, the dancer in the middle of the room as he looked at her not unlike a worshiper would before his goddess. His opinion of her had changed rather drastically as he had fallen completely in love with her now, lusting over her form and her entire being. Then, she spoke clearly, looking down on him in a way that did not seem gentle but rather...smug.

"By now, I do believe you ought to be ready to give me your answer," she said, her voice brimming with confidence as she crossed her arms, seeming much taller, stronger and sexier than she ever had before. There was a radiance to her, an absolute authority to her that seemed genuine, natural even. "Allow me to help you out with it."

He had no chance to say a single word that she began to sway her hips in a pendulum like fashion, bringing her hands and arms in the air as each cycle gave way to a new sensation being brought to the front. He felt the pressure of her chest against the back of his head, then her hand on his chest, on his belly, his shoulders limping down as he relaxed, his feet scrunching while they were massaged, the taste of fruits on his lips and tongue and a plethora of other ghost-sensations, the only person being truly there beside him was a singular version of her. Yet with each swing she allowed him to partake in, his sight zoomed-in on her splendid midriff and her saw nothing else but swirls of her colors as he went on to finally understand something crucial and amazing: she was hypnotizing him. In fact, she had been doing so for a long time and instead of making him panic it filled him with glee. She knew him so well so as to indulge this kink of his as his eyes turned into swirls, he drooled openly and he saw just how grand and divine she truly was. She had a superior smile on her lips, a look of triumph that indicated that she had won and parts of him went on to feel completely elated about this.

"You will wake up from this dream and you will rub the vessel in which I am bound in," Desiree said, commanding him with a tone that emanated loyalty, devotion and adoration toward her as Danny just couldn't figure out how he could disobey her. He just had to do as he said, as it would be so sexy, so incredible to just do so, to act as if he was hypnotized. "When I will get out, you will then wish for us to become master and slave."

And then she snapped her fingers, waking him up from his slumber as he was again in his studio, in his bed...Yet his studio seemed warped somehow, as if the Middle-Eastern room had fused with it, his furniture and the orientalist look from his dream meshing together to create something new. His perceptions were warped and yet he could see the thermos in the box as he knew it housed the spirit of the one who he would own, who would make him so happy. He rubbed the thermos and opened the lid, effectively unleashing Desiree into the real world as she floated in the air, looking down on him with a smirk on her face and her arms crossed.

She only had to take one look at him to know that she had won, that this new method of her had been extremely effective as charging in head-on in the past had always been met with failure. Being trapped within the thermos had forced her to think more strategically about what she could do, what her powers were and how she could best implement them. There had been so many talents of hers that she never tried out, like telepathy as she once read minds in past battles against him, or the ability to teleport to wherever the words "I wish" were said. She had never questioned this, never explored her potential yet for years in this thermos she had no choice but to do so, her impact on the actual world limited by the vessel in which she was bound. How fortunate for her that she discovered of her talent for reading and penetrating minds, on how to twist perceptions and how to use hypnosis as an effective tool and weapon...A glance at him, his eyes full of swirls, a dumb smile on his face, drool on his lips and he looked like a fool...one of her own design. She merely had to make his get a taste of her through his dreams, create a scenario, an instance that she would fit in through his own ideas and preconceptions, twist them, take control of his bias and cognition and the work would be done. She said nothing, waiting for that magic sentence which would allow her to be completely free and victorious once and for all.

"I wish for us to become master and slave..."

And there it was as she looked at him with a wicked glimmer in her eyes, extended her hands toward him and said a sentence that she had grown to hate, yet now seemed like the sweetest thing to her ears. "So you have wished, so it shall be!" she shouted, her magic hitting him dead on as she went on to make it so his trance, his state of pure hypnotic elation, was now completely permanent. Her expectation of him skipping over the simplest of possibilities being met as she chuckled. "I never said that you'd be the master...Not that you mind at this point, right?"

She cupped his chin and made her look at him as she now had her deadliest, most efficient enemy now completely at her mercy, now and furthermore. She had thought of so many ways to gain her revenge, yet none seemed to be potent enough in her own mind until she had settled for one a little while ago, one which she felt would give her an advantage over everyone and would rid her of that weakness for good. "Now, you will give me absolutely everything, my sweet little thrall..."

She then went on to possess him, pushing her spirit into his body as this kind of action would have never worked in the past, his own ghost powers preventing from her even attempting this. Now, though, he was basically her puppet, one that would do and say anything that she'd command. She commanded his body, could use his voice and thus she went on to test something out, hoping deeply that it would work. "I wish for my mistress to take complete possession and ownership of my body."

She felt a rising desire to grant that wish, the rules apparently not forbidding that particular loophole that was possession as her spirit began to fuse with that mortal flesh, giving her a body again as she felt contact, old senses returning while she effectively could budge in this form not particularly well-adapted for what she had in mind. "I wish for my form to change to that of Desiree's own."

And the wish was again granted, her body growing a few inches taller as some of the muscle mass began to dissipate slowly, Danny's arm effectively getting slender and elegant, his hands going on to follow suit as those fingers of his grew thinner, yet a little longer. Then it was time for his shoulders to continue this trend, getting smaller and rounder, losing some muscular definition and tonus for something a little more pristine, near-flawless in its appearance. More of the muscular mass that Danny possessed eventually thinned, some of it being kept in his thighs and his abs, but the rest being redirected somewhere else, turned either into fat or more flesh that was transmuted and moved around.

The more masculine features that Danny possessed were softened, his face allowing for slightly plumper lips to pop out, his nose getting a little more pointed, yet reduced in its length. His eyes got slightly larger, yet also smaller while his eyelashes grew in length. His hair went on to grow rapidly, the messy black hair he possessed uncurling itself to give way to silky smooth strands that erupted from his cranium, going to his legs and expanding in width. His brow softened, his eyebrows got longer yet much less thick and his neck went on to lose some mass, going along perfectly with those shoulders.

His chest received much of the fat and flesh that had been discarded, expanding to make way for a pair of large breasts to pop out, destroying his shirt right here and then as they grew to the side they had in dreams, making way for a well-endowed pair of jugs to bounce freely. His upper back went on to soften and smoothen, going for a slight curve and a reinforcement in order to balance that gigantic pair that grew out. His belly went on to suppress any fat to become a smooth washboard pair of abs hidden beneath an extra amount of flesh to give some curves to the midriff section. His hips popped and expanded while an hourglass figure began to develop, squeezing in his innards in a way that was more accommodating than anticipated while his waist began to trim down and expand in key places, some of the excess fat and flesh going for his butt as it provided for some extra balance on that chest and those hips.

His legs went on to stretch a touch, his feet becoming slender as his toes got thinner and slightly longer. His lower legs began to shed his hair at first, a gesture that was followed everywhere else save for his cranium, his eyelashes and his eyebrows. His skin began to become browner, as if the sun itself was tanning it in specific spots so as to remove any indications of a fair skin, going for deep brown instead. Everything about Danny was gone, except for one crucial place as she felt something between her legs, Desiree having effectively saved that spot for last.

"It is because of that thing between your legs that you lost...Now feel and watch it go away so that your mistress can truly take claim of everything that you are and that you will ever be~" she said, her tone a touch cruel as she smiled, feeling his manhood effectively being reduced inches by inches, as if the last vestige of Danny was effectively removed from the physical world now and forever. It got smaller and smaller until it eventually retreated inside, creating genitalia that suited her far more as Desiree now had mortal flesh again and her youthful look. "Now I wish for my makeup and my clothes to be like that in my prime."

Purple eye-shadow, red lipstick, oiled skin, golden bracers, a metallic band around her waist, bands around her upper arms, a golden circlet with coins around her head and her hair, a purple and gold bedlah, she was exactly the same as back when she was alive as she then tried a little something, curious to test this new body as she switched to ghost mode, something she knew Danny could do and she was turned exactly like her genie self, her green skin, blue and pink outfit returning, before she switched back to her human form.

"Oh, how marvelous. Your body is mine, but it is also my vessel, thus I am my own mistress once again, ready to wreak havoc and to do as I please. I can grant my own wishes now, using your body and vocal chords...Your mistress is very happy indeed, slave~" she said, grabbing onto the last vestige of Danny, his spirit, his ghost self which could not use this body any longer. "I wish for you to turn into a belly gem for me to wear...and that you'll be forever kept in this dream of yours inside it."

She had indeed promised him that he would have such a treatment every single day if he agreed to the master and slave relationship and she would honor this, if only to put the final nail in Danny's coffin. His ghost form crystallized into a polished, flawless diamond as she then inserted it in her own navel, making it so he would enjoy his navel fetish as well, one that she felt she hadn't exploited as much as the hypno fetish she had implanted upon his mind.

"Now sleep forever, my slave. Consider this thanks for your service and your gullible nature, in how easy you were to seduce and enslave~" Desiree said, getting out of the studio, ready to do exactly what she had been looking to do for so long: anything she wanted.

Thus Danny Phantom, or Danny Fenton, met his end. It was a pleasurable, albeit damning one as he never got in touch back with reality, forever kept in an illusion which fed him happiness, pleasure and complacency as he was kept there by visions of Desiree granting him his every wishes, most of them being of sexual, hypnotic or subservient nature. As such, this was his final fate...

To dream of Desiree.