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HypnoPrank: Shania Twain

By Anynom

(Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home.)
Author's Notes: Another fic based on a great pic at Echso's site. Enjoy.

The party wasn't too lavish but it was a big one nonetheless. It was for one of the bigger music moguls in town and thus a lot of record industry types were invited. There were surprisingly few actual singers there but there were plenty of producers and dealers that needed to be talked to. However, there was one major star there that everyone wanted to see.

It had been a while since Shania Twain had put out a new album but she did need to keep her connections strong in order to make sure she could get a good deal when she did send it out. She was dressed to make a good impression, her brown hair done up in a bun, wearing a light purple dress that went well with her more than shapely body.

She was quite popular, walking around and chatting up various figures as she talked about how excited she was about the upcoming album. While she did indeed feel proud of it, she did wish she didn't have to do all these appearances. She felt a lot more comfortable singing in front of 20,000 people than being around such powerful executives, many of whom no doubt hoped they could use their influence to get her into bed.

Since hitting it big, Shania had become aware of just how the industry worked, knowing there were a lot of slimeballs out there she'd had to dodge to hit it big. She still had the more hard-line country guys refusing to talk to her, thinking she'd sold out to pop influences. And being drop-dead gorgeous made people think she'd be ready to hop into bed at the drop of a hat.

Shania had fought through all that, pretty well, she thought, having now found herself a major success, pretty much guaranteeing her album would be a blast. For now, she had to put up with the pawing in order to get things smoothed over.

It was about an hour into things that Shania felt herself needing a break. She moved out of the main ballroom where the party was being held and into a hallway. She wasn't worried about any fan approaching her, security was tight on the entrances and exits so the hallway was clear.

Shania sighed, missing her husband. He had a big business deal to go to and she knew he was never really a fan of these things. So, she'd come alone and missed him all the more for it.

There was only one other person in the hall, a tall and rather handsome man in his thirties who smiled at Shania. "Ms. Twain," he said in a strong but caring tone. "A pleasure."

"Have we met?" Shania asked.

"No, but you're easy to recognize," the man replied. "I'm sorry, I'm Robbie, I sort of....drift around the business now and then, help stars out with.....conflicts."

"Feeling sort of conflicted right now," Shania sighed. "I'd rather be back home than deal with these guys."

"Oh, it shouldn't be so bad," Robbie replied, looking at her carefully. "They usually tend to keep their hands to themselves for the big shin-digs."

"Yeah, but the eyes roam," Shania sighed.

"Can you blame them?" Robbie asked.

Shania laughed lightly. "Well, I do put out the big sexed-up image. Reap what you sow, I guess."

"I guess," Robbie said, looking her in the eye. "Still, it must be nice to get out of there, to get out and be on your own a bit, just you alone here, just you alone here right now, you just have to let yourself relax, you know, you just feel like relaxing right now. You just get to stand here and relax, you can just stand right here and relax. You're tired, I know you're tired, Shania, I know you're very, very tired and you just want to relax right now, you just want to relax, Shania, you just want to relax because you're so tired. I know it's been tiring doing what you do, Shania, it's so tiring to do what you do, it's so very, very tiring to do what you do and you just love to relax, Shania, you just love to relax because you're so tired, you love to relax like this."

Shania's eyes were blinking, in time with the sharp blinks Robbie gave as he held her gaze steady. He had done some checking to see that Shania had been on something of a whirlwind schedule lately and was counting just on that to make her tired enough for his natural skills to go to work.

"Yes, you're feeling very tired, Shania, very, very tired. You're so very tired, Shania, so very, very tired, I can see it in your eyes, Shania, I can see it in your tired, tired eyes. You're so tired, Shania, I can see your tired eyes, your tired, tired eyes, Shania, your tired, tired eyes. You're so tired, Shania, so very, very tired. You should close your eyes, Shania, you should close your tired, tired eyes and relax, Shania, close your tired eyes and relax, relax, Shania, close your tired, tired eyes and relax."

Shania's eyes fluttered shut, opened, then shut again, this time for good, her face falling into total relaxation. Robbie took a move forward, rubbing gently at her arm as he spoke to her.

"You're so relaxed now, Shania, so very relaxed as you relax your tired mind and body, relax your mind and body. Listen to my voice, Shania, relax more and more as you listen to my voice and do what I say....."

Robbie's hand moved to the small bundle on the table behind him as he continued to speak. "Just listen to my voice, Shania. Listen carefully......."

Shania moved back into the room, smiling at a waiter who nodded, then did a double take, staring at her. Shania didn't seem to notice, just taking a glass and sipping at it while nodding at the man.

She moved back to the party and instantly all eyes were on her. She was a bit bemused, not understanding what all the fuss was about. She'd been in the party for a while now, why should everyone be looking at her now? She smiled at a record producer who just stared at her then at another. Her smile faded when he saw the man openly leering at her. "There a problem?" She said in a tough tone. "Oh, not from here," the man said with a grin, his eyes raking over her. "Putting on a little preview of later?" Resisting the urge to slap the man, Shania instead glared at him. "I'm not going to bed with you." she said in a hard tone. "Could have fooled me," the man replied, looking at her again. "A woman doesn't put on a dress like that and not expect something." Confused, Shania looked behind her and at a mirror. Her jaw fell open and her eyes went wide as she saw her reflection. Her dress was changed, now a clear one hung together with some black straps. The clearness of the dress allowed everyone to see her purple bra and panties underneath and an ample amount of flesh besides.

Shania stammered for a bit, unable to understand how this could have happened. Instinct took over and she broke off and into a run, charging out of the hall and into the hallway, trying to ignore the tittering behind her.

She burst into the hallway, fighting back tears as she tried to wrap her head around this. She'd been out here before, in her regular outfit, then afterwards in this one. What the hell had happened?

"Shania?" She turned at the kind tone to see Robbie there. "What happened?"

"Oh, God, I don't know," Shania said, tears in her eyes. "I just don't know, I went into the party and I was wearing this dress and I don't know how or why and, God-------"

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Robbie said, coming over and holding her gently. "It's okay, Shania, it's okay. Just look at me, Shania, look at me."

Shania looked up and into Robbie's eyes and felt herself relaxing, her tears and anger fading as she gazed into Robbie's eyes. "Yes, just look into my eyes, Shania, deeply into my eyes and feel yourself relaxing," Robbie intoned. "Relax, Shania, relax."

Shania's eyes fluttered closed as she heard Robbie's voice enter her mind. "Listen carefully, Shania," Robbie whispered. "You're grateful to me for helping you, you're very grateful to me for helping you now. You're feeling very close to me, Shania, very, very close. You're very grateful to me now, Shania, very grateful and you're willing to do anything to show me how grateful, Shania, anything."

"Anything...." She whispered.

"When you wake up, you won't remember being asleep, you will remember only that you feel very, very grateful to me. Wake now, Shania."

Shania blinked her eyes open, looking up at Robbie with a somewhat sultry look. "Hey," she said. "Thanks a lot for helping me out."

"Not a problem," Robbie said with a smile.

Shania kept holding onto him as she smiled. "I really want to thank you," she said, moving up and kissing him on the lips. It was a long and hot kiss, her tongue diving into his mouth and moving about as she pressed against him.

A quick elevator ride later, Robbie and Shania were in his hotel room, banging against walls as they kissed their way to the bedroom. Robbie began to take off his suit as Shania slipped off the sheer dress. Had she been paying attention to anyone but Robbie, she would have seen her dress from before lying in a corner.

She moved before Robbie, now naked on the bed. "Good thing I was at least wearing this," she smiled as she reached behind her. She unsnapped the bra and pulled it off, revealing her full and perfect breasts.

"I think the view would have been appreciated," Robbie croaked out as he watched Shania bend over and slip down her panties to expose her dark tuft. She crawled onto the bed with a wicked grin, grabbing at Robbie's cock. To his surprise, she moved down and placed her lips over it, sucking on the rod, feeling it harden in her mouth. Robbie leaned back and groaned as his cock moved in and out of the singer's famous throat. Shania tickled his cock with her tongue as she sucked at him.

After only a few moments, Shania broke off and moved onto Robbie, pushing herself down on his cock. "I want to feel you come in me," she hissed as she started to rock on top of Robbie, her incredible breasts bouncing with every thrust forward. Robbie's hands moved up and cupped them, holding onto them tight as she rode him. Shania moaned, moving back on her as she flexed her thighs around his cock, driving it into her with hard strokes, Robbie's hand squeezing her breasts with every rock on her. Shania threw herself back and screamed as Robbie shot his wad into her, shaking her entire body with pleasure.

Shania collapsed on top of Robbie, sighing with pleasure as he took her and turned her over. He moved to her chest, cupping and kneading her breasts as he buried his head into her cleavage, Shania moaning as she felt his tongue and hands go at her. She let her legs brush against his body as he licked and kneaded her tits, Shania moaning with every brush of him on her.

Robbie moved up, his hard cock moving in between Shania's amazing breasts. He ran it up and down, leaving trails of cum on her as he pressed her breasts in between his rod. Shania's moans grew louder as he pushed up and down her chest, briefly breaking off to move it to her nipples, circling each one and loving the grin on her face as he did. He let it drag along her chest and back in between her mounds, pressing them together. He felt himself ready to let go and yanked his cock up just as it shot off, blasting semen all over Shania Twain's gorgeous tits.

Robbie moved his hands up and rubbed them over her chest, loving the smile on Shania's face as he did. "God, I needed this," Shania said softly. "It was so bad downstairs."

"I know," Robbie said. "Hey, there weren't any photographers and I think there are a few people who are actually above petty gossip. Don't worry, soon, you'll forget all about that ugly incident. Trust me."

"Help me forget now," Shania said huskily and brought him back down for a kiss. She would not remember this stuff with Robbie, obviously. The last thing he wanted was to break up her and her husband. But for now, he'd be able to comfort her in a time of need. Okay, so he created the time in the first place but hey, it was worth it. It was time to make Shania feel like a woman.

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