Feng's Ping Pong Hypnosis
Enslavement via Ping Pong
Feng (Balls Of Fury) TF/Hypnosis Theme
Disclaimer:
This is a mainly fictional story told from the point of view of my character and how he became a Christopher Walken character, it is not by any means real - if you think it is real - you need a reality check and an enema. No wait, you need an enema, a straitjacket and then another enema.
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I was never into sports, to be honest they always sounded kind of lame. I saw literally no point in them other than as a means to try and force how to be healthy on others, I was more of a video games and indoors guy.
But that changed when I went up to the antic and discovered what appeared to be an old ping pong table. Last time I checked, no one in my family ever played ping pong - so this was more than a little odd.
I remembered having an odd dream about Christopher Walken and something akin to mind-control or vampirism. I couldn’t remember much about it though, but there are certain scenes I could not forget.
Somehow the ping-pong table seemed so familiar to me, I had seen it before, it was exactly like the one in the chinese resteraunt I went to for New Years. But what was it doing here? I didn’t ask for it to be here. I didn’t even remember buying it or one like it at all.
“Okay..this is weird...what’s going on? Why is there a ping pong table here?”
“You ask too many questions...how about a game?”
“No. I’m not in the mood for playing.”
“Nonsense, there’s always time for ping-pong.”
“Whoever is doing that, you are creeping me out. I said I don’t want to play ping-pong.”
“Ohhh..but you dooooo….”
The ping-pong paddles levitated in a ghostly fashion before materializing in my hands, as if by some supernatural force of nature - my arms started moving up and down, deflecting ping pong balls as they levitated through the air. This was starting to freak me out slightly, I backed away slightly in fear.
“No...nooo….I don’t want to play ping pong!”
“Oh, but you’re playing it right now...you’re quite good at it, Feng.”
“What? I’m NOT Feng. Christopher Walken is Feng! I am NOT Walken!”
“Oh...but you are Feng… remember?”
“Nooo...i’m not, my name is Nathan.”
I was becoming increasingly freaked out by this, the fact the voice that was echoing from all around me thought I was Christopher Walken in Balls Of Fury didn’t make matters any better. I tried to fight it but I couldn’t, I fell into some hypnotic trance in which all I wanted to do was play ping pong.
“Doesn’t this make you feel good, Feng?”
“Yeess...yess. I love ping pong...I want to play ping pong forever!”
“And you shall, Feng…”
Somehow it just seemed natural for me to keep playing, in fact it actually made me feel good. You know, i’d never expect to find myself enjoying a sport, yet alone one like ping-pong of all things. But hey...my parents DID say I needed to get more exercise, and this was a good excuse to do it. Sure, it was a little weird to be called the name of a Christopher Walken character - but hey...it’s Walken related, and what is bizarre to most is normal to him.
I panted slightly as I kept on playing, deflecting the floating balls back with my ping-pong paddle, which in turn caused a supernatural reaction - supernatural energy jolted right through my body as I did so. It felt quite energizing, yet quite good.
“Ooooh...yeeesss..”
“Very good, Feng.”
I continued playing ping-pong, hypnotically moving back and forth as I deflected the levitating ping-pong balls, moaning slightly as supernatural energy jolted through my entire body.
To my surprise, I was getting quite good at ping-pong, and I was enjoying myself a whole lot - never in my whole life would I have thought that a sport would be so enjoyable, but this certainly changed my outlook on it.
In fact, I was enjoying myself so much that I couldn’t help but to embrace what was coming over me, my mind was beginning to shift as my mindset shifted to focus on my new passion, ping pong. In the process, I began to grow used to being called ‘Feng’, because somehow it sounded familiar to me.
My shirt slowly ripped apart until it was nothing but shreds, before reforming into an elegant black Asian kimono with sleeves that were rather long, a black belt band of sorts was wrapping around my waist-line.
The skintone on my legs slowly turned pale as my black and white trackpants peeled away and landed on the ground, only to be replaced with a pair of long black trousers that were hidden underneath my kimono. My legs extended, becoming longer and thinner as my slippersocks morphed into a pair of elegant black shoes.
“Ooohhh...my, i’m…”
“You’re transforming Feng, into the true you. You can’t play ping-pong looking like a normal average human now, can you?”
“No...I am Walken-like, looking normal is not Walken-like...I am Feng, and I must be Walken-like.”
“That’s right, you are destined to be Walken-like, it is the role of your life. The more you give in to the role and embrace it...the more Walken-like you become.”
Normally this transformation would have been freaking me out, but it just felt natural - it felt natural and I embraced the changes occurring to me, it was like I was becoming the role I was destined to be. A ring of sorts appeared on one of my fingers as red nail polish applied itself to my fingernails, my arms extending to become longer and thinner, looking more Walken-like.
What little skin imperfections I had faded away as I elevated in height to 6’ft and became more lithe, my torso, chest, back and shoulders slenderized and Walkenized, giving them a more Walken-like build. Thoughts of hypnotizing and turning others into loyal followers known as Walkens flowed through my mind, as well as thoughts regarding ping-pong.
“Yess….I feel it, it feels good. I feel like playing more ping-pong.”
“Of course you do, Feng. And you are so good at it.”
I continued to play ping-pong, getting better and better with each movement - the pale skintone creeping up my long Walken-like arms and the rest of my body until it reached my neck. More traits of the role I was becoming were taking over, I happily gave in to the joyful, blissful Walkeny feelings flowing through me, enabling more traits of the role to influence me.
My neckline extended to become thinner and longer as a pale skintone crept up my neck, now from the neck-up, I looked Walkeny...oh...so...Walkeny. At the back of my head I felt a tingling sensation as my hair turned from brown to jet black before the style changed to an oriental style with a braid extending out of the back.
The pale skintone reached my face as my eyebrows thinned out, my eyes turning a piercing blue colour and shifting to become narrower and slightly sunken, my forehead elevated itself higher up and became more Walken-like in shape as my nose shrank slightly.
My lips thinned out and curved into a crescentian shape with the tips becoming sharply pointed, my expression contorting itself into a sly Walken-like sneer as my cheekbones became sharply more pronounced.
“Ooohh...yesss...i’m becoming so beautiful.”
“All of humankind will envy you and your look, Feng.”
“And...all of humankind will want to play ping-pong with me, too.”
“Yes, they will. And if they lose, they will succumb to your hypnotic Walkeny powers and fall into a trance in which they will never want to awaken from it.”
In addition to the aforementioned changes above, my jaw-line was shifting to become more angular as my chin narrowed out, my features morphing and reshaping themselves, looking more Walken-like and very regal.
The structure of my face was now much narrower and more quasi-brachy/mesoian in shape- making me look veeery Walkeny, I felt my face, my cheeks were now slightly more hollow, my facial features looking more Walken-like. In fact, I was now pretty much resembling Feng on the outside completely.
But I wasn’t quite done yet, I breathed in and out as my voice deepened, growing lower, gruffer, slower, but yet...gravelly, hypnotic, distinctive and well Walken-like, even right down to the vocal tics, mannerisms and New York Walken accept developing.
Soon, I forgot why I was even freaked by the whole ping-pong table and the whole disembodied voice coming from it thing to begin with, I mean now I LOVED ping-pong, I LOVED the thrill that came from a good game.
My mind shifted even further into Walkenity as Feng’s traits took over completely and I was now completely transformed into him. I was now Feng, in all his Walkeny glory - ready to entice my soon-to-be-prey. All that was on my mind, was ping-pong, being as Walkeny as I can be and cowbell - oh yeeesss, lots of cowbell.
“How do you feel now, Feng?”
“I feeel….wonderful.”
“And what do you feel like doing?”
“Enticing humans to play ping-pong and take part in tournaments, also I feel like I need more cowbell...but I feel wonderful and so graceful.”
“Yes, and you look beautiful too.”
“Now...I believe there are a few scores to settle.”
“Indeed, there is much we need to do, Feng..”
“Like maybe a rematch with Randy Daytona.”
“Ah yes. This time you will have the advantage, Feng.”
“I most certain will.”
I gave a very sly wink in the direction of the ping-pong table before getting to work on my own hypnotic kind of ping pong paddles, these ping-pong paddles had a hypnosis function that hypnotized the players into playing non-stop.
They were shipped throughout town later that night - enticing many human players into continuously playing it, eventually it expanded and became a full fledged tournament, which of course caught the attention of many ping-pong players throughout the entire world, but not all of them were winners.
The ones who lost were hypnotized and transformed into ‘Walkens’ to be my loyal minions. while a lucky winner got rewarded when I hypnotized him, conditioned him and raised him as if he was my own flesh and blood, gradually turning him into a weaker version of me to be my Apprentice Walken and to take after me while a lot of select female players were converted into She-Hessians ready to aid me in my new quest for Walkenity.
I picked up one extra special hypnotic ping-paddle with the name of my old friend Jon and I sent it to him, it wasn’t long until he picked it up and soon became fixated with the subjects of ping-pong and Walkenity. It wasn’t long until he joined me either.
But there was one last score for me to settle - it just so happened Randy Daytona and his close pals were operating the ping-pong dojo a couple of blocks away from the comic book store and the local movie theater, so I sent Randy and his friends an invitation to the tournament.
Oh boy, he’s going to really be in hot water this time. What’s going to happen to him and his friends? You’ll have to find out for yourself. Because i’m not going to spoil that for you. In the meantime, you are all invited to take part in my tournament.
But if you lose, say goodbye to your humanity - and hello to Walkenness, because you’ll be Walken forever if you lose in the tournament against me. Even if you think you have a fighting chance, you will ultimately succumb to my hypnotic powers.
However, if you would like to consider joining my side and becoming a Walken yourself, email me at PradaFeng1@gmail.com, i’ll be waiting for your message. I’m sure that you’d make a fine addition to my army.
Feng (Balls Of Fury) TF/Hypnosis Theme
Disclaimer:
This is a mainly fictional story told from the point of view of my character and how he became a Christopher Walken character, it is not by any means real - if you think it is real - you need a reality check and an enema. No wait, you need an enema, a straitjacket and then another enema.
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I was never into sports, to be honest they always sounded kind of lame. I saw literally no point in them other than as a means to try and force how to be healthy on others, I was more of a video games and indoors guy.
But that changed when I went up to the antic and discovered what appeared to be an old ping pong table. Last time I checked, no one in my family ever played ping pong - so this was more than a little odd.
I remembered having an odd dream about Christopher Walken and something akin to mind-control or vampirism. I couldn’t remember much about it though, but there are certain scenes I could not forget.
Somehow the ping-pong table seemed so familiar to me, I had seen it before, it was exactly like the one in the chinese resteraunt I went to for New Years. But what was it doing here? I didn’t ask for it to be here. I didn’t even remember buying it or one like it at all.
“Okay..this is weird...what’s going on? Why is there a ping pong table here?”
“You ask too many questions...how about a game?”
“No. I’m not in the mood for playing.”
“Nonsense, there’s always time for ping-pong.”
“Whoever is doing that, you are creeping me out. I said I don’t want to play ping-pong.”
“Ohhh..but you dooooo….”
The ping-pong paddles levitated in a ghostly fashion before materializing in my hands, as if by some supernatural force of nature - my arms started moving up and down, deflecting ping pong balls as they levitated through the air. This was starting to freak me out slightly, I backed away slightly in fear.
“No...nooo….I don’t want to play ping pong!”
“Oh, but you’re playing it right now...you’re quite good at it, Feng.”
“What? I’m NOT Feng. Christopher Walken is Feng! I am NOT Walken!”
“Oh...but you are Feng… remember?”
“Nooo...i’m not, my name is Nathan.”
I was becoming increasingly freaked out by this, the fact the voice that was echoing from all around me thought I was Christopher Walken in Balls Of Fury didn’t make matters any better. I tried to fight it but I couldn’t, I fell into some hypnotic trance in which all I wanted to do was play ping pong.
“Doesn’t this make you feel good, Feng?”
“Yeess...yess. I love ping pong...I want to play ping pong forever!”
“And you shall, Feng…”
Somehow it just seemed natural for me to keep playing, in fact it actually made me feel good. You know, i’d never expect to find myself enjoying a sport, yet alone one like ping-pong of all things. But hey...my parents DID say I needed to get more exercise, and this was a good excuse to do it. Sure, it was a little weird to be called the name of a Christopher Walken character - but hey...it’s Walken related, and what is bizarre to most is normal to him.
I panted slightly as I kept on playing, deflecting the floating balls back with my ping-pong paddle, which in turn caused a supernatural reaction - supernatural energy jolted right through my body as I did so. It felt quite energizing, yet quite good.
“Ooooh...yeeesss..”
“Very good, Feng.”
I continued playing ping-pong, hypnotically moving back and forth as I deflected the levitating ping-pong balls, moaning slightly as supernatural energy jolted through my entire body.
To my surprise, I was getting quite good at ping-pong, and I was enjoying myself a whole lot - never in my whole life would I have thought that a sport would be so enjoyable, but this certainly changed my outlook on it.
In fact, I was enjoying myself so much that I couldn’t help but to embrace what was coming over me, my mind was beginning to shift as my mindset shifted to focus on my new passion, ping pong. In the process, I began to grow used to being called ‘Feng’, because somehow it sounded familiar to me.
My shirt slowly ripped apart until it was nothing but shreds, before reforming into an elegant black Asian kimono with sleeves that were rather long, a black belt band of sorts was wrapping around my waist-line.
The skintone on my legs slowly turned pale as my black and white trackpants peeled away and landed on the ground, only to be replaced with a pair of long black trousers that were hidden underneath my kimono. My legs extended, becoming longer and thinner as my slippersocks morphed into a pair of elegant black shoes.
“Ooohhh...my, i’m…”
“You’re transforming Feng, into the true you. You can’t play ping-pong looking like a normal average human now, can you?”
“No...I am Walken-like, looking normal is not Walken-like...I am Feng, and I must be Walken-like.”
“That’s right, you are destined to be Walken-like, it is the role of your life. The more you give in to the role and embrace it...the more Walken-like you become.”
Normally this transformation would have been freaking me out, but it just felt natural - it felt natural and I embraced the changes occurring to me, it was like I was becoming the role I was destined to be. A ring of sorts appeared on one of my fingers as red nail polish applied itself to my fingernails, my arms extending to become longer and thinner, looking more Walken-like.
What little skin imperfections I had faded away as I elevated in height to 6’ft and became more lithe, my torso, chest, back and shoulders slenderized and Walkenized, giving them a more Walken-like build. Thoughts of hypnotizing and turning others into loyal followers known as Walkens flowed through my mind, as well as thoughts regarding ping-pong.
“Yess….I feel it, it feels good. I feel like playing more ping-pong.”
“Of course you do, Feng. And you are so good at it.”
I continued to play ping-pong, getting better and better with each movement - the pale skintone creeping up my long Walken-like arms and the rest of my body until it reached my neck. More traits of the role I was becoming were taking over, I happily gave in to the joyful, blissful Walkeny feelings flowing through me, enabling more traits of the role to influence me.
My neckline extended to become thinner and longer as a pale skintone crept up my neck, now from the neck-up, I looked Walkeny...oh...so...Walkeny. At the back of my head I felt a tingling sensation as my hair turned from brown to jet black before the style changed to an oriental style with a braid extending out of the back.
The pale skintone reached my face as my eyebrows thinned out, my eyes turning a piercing blue colour and shifting to become narrower and slightly sunken, my forehead elevated itself higher up and became more Walken-like in shape as my nose shrank slightly.
My lips thinned out and curved into a crescentian shape with the tips becoming sharply pointed, my expression contorting itself into a sly Walken-like sneer as my cheekbones became sharply more pronounced.
“Ooohh...yesss...i’m becoming so beautiful.”
“All of humankind will envy you and your look, Feng.”
“And...all of humankind will want to play ping-pong with me, too.”
“Yes, they will. And if they lose, they will succumb to your hypnotic Walkeny powers and fall into a trance in which they will never want to awaken from it.”
In addition to the aforementioned changes above, my jaw-line was shifting to become more angular as my chin narrowed out, my features morphing and reshaping themselves, looking more Walken-like and very regal.
The structure of my face was now much narrower and more quasi-brachy/mesoian in shape- making me look veeery Walkeny, I felt my face, my cheeks were now slightly more hollow, my facial features looking more Walken-like. In fact, I was now pretty much resembling Feng on the outside completely.
But I wasn’t quite done yet, I breathed in and out as my voice deepened, growing lower, gruffer, slower, but yet...gravelly, hypnotic, distinctive and well Walken-like, even right down to the vocal tics, mannerisms and New York Walken accept developing.
Soon, I forgot why I was even freaked by the whole ping-pong table and the whole disembodied voice coming from it thing to begin with, I mean now I LOVED ping-pong, I LOVED the thrill that came from a good game.
My mind shifted even further into Walkenity as Feng’s traits took over completely and I was now completely transformed into him. I was now Feng, in all his Walkeny glory - ready to entice my soon-to-be-prey. All that was on my mind, was ping-pong, being as Walkeny as I can be and cowbell - oh yeeesss, lots of cowbell.
“How do you feel now, Feng?”
“I feeel….wonderful.”
“And what do you feel like doing?”
“Enticing humans to play ping-pong and take part in tournaments, also I feel like I need more cowbell...but I feel wonderful and so graceful.”
“Yes, and you look beautiful too.”
“Now...I believe there are a few scores to settle.”
“Indeed, there is much we need to do, Feng..”
“Like maybe a rematch with Randy Daytona.”
“Ah yes. This time you will have the advantage, Feng.”
“I most certain will.”
I gave a very sly wink in the direction of the ping-pong table before getting to work on my own hypnotic kind of ping pong paddles, these ping-pong paddles had a hypnosis function that hypnotized the players into playing non-stop.
They were shipped throughout town later that night - enticing many human players into continuously playing it, eventually it expanded and became a full fledged tournament, which of course caught the attention of many ping-pong players throughout the entire world, but not all of them were winners.
The ones who lost were hypnotized and transformed into ‘Walkens’ to be my loyal minions. while a lucky winner got rewarded when I hypnotized him, conditioned him and raised him as if he was my own flesh and blood, gradually turning him into a weaker version of me to be my Apprentice Walken and to take after me while a lot of select female players were converted into She-Hessians ready to aid me in my new quest for Walkenity.
I picked up one extra special hypnotic ping-paddle with the name of my old friend Jon and I sent it to him, it wasn’t long until he picked it up and soon became fixated with the subjects of ping-pong and Walkenity. It wasn’t long until he joined me either.
But there was one last score for me to settle - it just so happened Randy Daytona and his close pals were operating the ping-pong dojo a couple of blocks away from the comic book store and the local movie theater, so I sent Randy and his friends an invitation to the tournament.
Oh boy, he’s going to really be in hot water this time. What’s going to happen to him and his friends? You’ll have to find out for yourself. Because i’m not going to spoil that for you. In the meantime, you are all invited to take part in my tournament.
But if you lose, say goodbye to your humanity - and hello to Walkenness, because you’ll be Walken forever if you lose in the tournament against me. Even if you think you have a fighting chance, you will ultimately succumb to my hypnotic powers.
However, if you would like to consider joining my side and becoming a Walken yourself, email me at PradaFeng1@gmail.com, i’ll be waiting for your message. I’m sure that you’d make a fine addition to my army.
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