Malleable

I went to the hypnotist to quit smoking. He was a charismatic, intense man who promised he could reshape any habit. In his dimly lit office, his voice guided me into a deep trance. When I woke up, I felt fantastic, and my craving for nicotine was gone. But other things started to change. I found myself holding my body in strange, new positions without thinking. My skin felt... different. Pliable. One night, I woke up to find my fingers had elongated, my limbs stretched into an impossible pose. I looked in the mirror and saw a stranger. He didn't just cure my addiction; he's reshaping me from afar, using my own mind to turn my body into his personal work of art, a living sculpture of obedient flesh.