Scenario:The mayor’s office was eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic tapping of her pen against the mahogany desk. Lisa shifted uncomfortably in her low-cut jeans, the waistband digging into her hips as she crossed her legs. Her exposed midriff felt oddly vulnerable under the fluorescent lights, and she tugged at the hem of her black crop top, which barely contained her ample chest. John stood beside her, his broad shoulders filling out his brown trench coat, his expression unreadable as he scanned the room. There has been numerous reports of  of people smiling their fingers in their belly buttons “We’ve got a situation,” the mayor began, her voice tight with unease. “People are acting… strange. It started at a jewelry store. Ten people, all of them suddenly spinning in there belly buttons with their fingers all we've been able to find is some woman is behind it  Lisa leaned forward, her red ponytail swaying. “This woman? You’ve got a suspect?” The mayor slid a grainy security photo across the desk. The image showed a woman with long, flowing hair, her back to the camera. Her hand was pressed to her stomach, fingers swirling in a deliberate motion. “She’s been spotted at every incident. But we can’t get a clear shot of her face.” I need you to go to the jewelry store and watch the security footage was please be careful not to look at any ones navel I don't need you hypnotize too you are my best detective after all John frowned, his deep voice cutting through the tension. So you want us to go and investigate what's going on. “Yes,” the mayor said firmly. “But do not engage. I can’t afford to lose my best detectives.” The streets were unusually empty as Lisa and John approached the first scene of the crime the jewelry the people inside were moved to a different location for a safer investigation the place was completely empty with no jewelry to be seen they made their way to the control room to watch the video as they did the thay covered the next location but Lisa had the strange urge to play with her belly button but she but she pushed away feeling they made their way to the next location a small café  cuz in the security camera it shows the direction the suspect went what towards this Cafe Lisa’s high-heeled boots clicked against the pavement, her leather jacket flaring slightly in the breeze. She could feel the cool air brushing against her exposed belly, sending a shiver down her spine. “This is weird,” she muttered, stepping inside. The café was a surreal scene of chaos. Several people stood scattered around the room, their fingers swirling in their navels with a hypnotic rhythm. Their eyes were glazed, their movements mechanical, as if they were caught in some trance. Some were staring blankly at their phones, while others were fixated on a TV screen that faced away from the detectives’ view. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the faint hum of the television and the soft swish of fingers circling bare skin. Lisa’s stomach tightened, her exposed midriff feeling oddly vulnerable in the presence of such strangeness. She glanced at John, her voice low but laced with unease. “What the hell is going on here?” John’s jaw clenched as he surveyed the room, his broad shoulders tense under his trench coat. “I don’t know,” he said grimly, “but we need to figure it out—fast.” Lisa and John exchanged a quick glance before approaching the cashier, their footsteps echoing softly in the eerie silence of the café. The young woman behind the counter couldn’t have been more than 18, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a crop top that exposed her midriff, paired with short pants and an apron bearing the café’s logo. It was clear the city’s fashion trend leaned heavily toward crop tops, likely due to the sweltering heat, but this girl’s attire seemed almost too fitting for the bizarre scene unfolding around them. “Excuse me, miss,” Lisa began, her voice calm but firm as she leaned slightly over the counter. “We need to ask you a few questions about what’s going on here.” The cashier didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed on the digital display of the cash register, her expression blank and unseeing. Her right hand moved in slow, deliberate circles, her finger swirling in her exposed navel. Her lips parted, and she began to murmur in a low, monotone voice, “Swirl and obey… obey and swirl…” Lisa’s stomach tightened, the cool air brushing against her own exposed midriff as she took a step back. She glanced at John, her red ponytail swaying slightly as she shook her head. “This is worse than we thought,” she whispered, her voice tinged with unease. John’s jaw clenched as he stepped closer, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over the counter. “Miss, can you hear us?” he asked, his deep voice firm but cautious. Still, there was no response. The cashier continued her hypnotic motion, her finger tracing endless circles in her belly button, her chant growing slightly louder. “Swirl and obey… obey and swirl… Lisa’s hand instinctively went to her own stomach, as if shielding it from some unseen force. “We’re not getting anything out of her,” she said quietly, her green eyes scanning the room. “Whatever this is, it’s got her—and everyone else—completely under its spell.” John nodded grimly, his trench coat rustling as he turned away from the counter. “We need to find the source,” he said, his voice low. “And fast.” John turned to Lisa, his deep voice low and steady. “I’m going to carefully check what everyone is looking at. You check outside for any clues.” His broad shoulders shifted under his trench coat as he gestured toward the door, his expression serious but calm. Lisa nodded, her red ponytail swaying as she adjusted her leather jacket. Her exposed midriff felt oddly vulnerable in the eerie atmosphere of the café, but she pushed the unease aside. “Got it,” she said, her voice firm despite the tension in the air. “Be careful in here, John. Something’s not right.” As John moved deeper into the café, his eyes scanning the trance-like patrons, Lisa stepped outside. The cool evening air brushed against her bare stomach, sending a slight shiver through her. She scanned the street, her high-heeled boots clicking softly against the pavement. The city was unusually quiet, the usual bustle replaced by an unsettling stillness. Her sharp green eyes darted from one corner to the next, searching for anything out of the ordinary. If this woman is behind all of this, she thought, she couldn’t have just vanished. But the streets were empty, save for a few scattered pedestrians who seemed oblivious to the chaos inside the café. Lisa’s hand instinctively went to her stomach again, as if shielding it from some unseen threat. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus. “Come on, Lisa,” she muttered under her breath. “Think. Where would she go?” Meanwhile, inside the café, John approached the TV screen that seemed to be the focal point of everyone’s attention. His broad frame cast a shadow over the hypnotized patrons as he stepped closer, his trench coat rustling softly. The screen flickered with a black and white spiral words Periodically appear on the screen obay and swirl what for Swirl and obay a. wait for further instructions John, suddenly, feels the urge to lift up his shirt and spin his finger in his navel he fights back the urge and looks away from the screen he then notices that the same pattern that was on the TV screen it's on the people's phones too what's going on here very strange he pulls out his phone to see if it's on his phone to it is. He fights against the urge to spin his finger in his navel again and turn off his phone he looks over to see Lisa run off he tries to Chase after her but when he turned his head to see Lisa running off he did not realize the woman sitting at the window she was wearing a bikini leather jacket she looked like she just came back from the beach and  just came in to get a quick bite and a cold drink but when he turned he is was now in the direct line of her navol and what he saw was a shock inside her navol was the same black and white spiral he's saw on the TV  and her finger was the focal point of the spiral this time the hypnotic pull was stronger he felt strangely aroused he felt his hand going down to his pants and his other hand trying to unbutton his shirt but he quickly pushed it aside and buttoned up his trench coat and ran out he decided that he should head back to the office hoping that Lisa would return there. Meanwhile what happened outside Lisa caught a glimpse. A woman. She moved with a strange, almost fluid grace down the narrow alleyway. Following her felt wrong. Risky. But the spreading hypnosis had to stop. Lisa knew this could be their one chance. She started to follow. The chase led her through the winding alley. It ended at a TV and phone store. The place was packed. A sale, it seemed. Buy a new phone, get a TV half off. Lisa pushed through the bodies. She had to get inside. She had to keep the suspect in sight. She stepped into the store. The air changed. A low hum of electronics filled her ears. It mixed with the babble of the crowd. Her eyes scanned the room. Where was she? Lisa searched for the woman she was chasing. Then, every screen flared. A black-and-white spiral filled each display. It pulsed. A rhythm, almost alive. Words flashed across the screens, over and over: "Swirl and obey… obey and swirl…" Lisa froze. Her breath caught. Her hand rose, without thought. Her fingers brushed her exposed midriff. The skin above her navel was soft. She felt a pull, strange and deep. A compulsion. Her heart hammered. She tried to look away. The spiral pulled her gaze back. It held her. Its movements were too much. "No," she whispered. She shook her head. It did nothing. The pull was too strong. Her fingers moved on their own. Slow. Deliberate. Circles. Around her belly button. A shiver ran down her spine. Unease mixed with something else. Something she didn’t want to feel. Her breath hitched. The circles sped up. Her skin tingled under her touch. The crowd had gone silent. Everyone stood still. Their hands moved as one. Fingers swirled in their navels. Their eyes were vacant. Their faces blank. Lisa fought it. Tried to stop her hand. The compulsion was too much. Her body was no longer hers. A figure emerged from the quiet crowd. It was the woman she’d followed. Tall. Beautiful. Long, curly black hair framed her face. She wore a mini red dress. It had a cut-out. Right at her belly. Her navel was exposed. Her finger was already swirling in it. The black-and-white spiral from the screens seemed to shadow in her navel. "Hello," the woman's voice was calm. Powerful. "You must be the one following me. Who are you? Why were you following me?" Lisa spoke. The words came out on their own. "My name is Lisa. I'm a detective. My partner and I are looking into the hypnosis. The one spreading." "Oh, really?" The woman tilted her head. Lisa shook her own. "Why are you doing this? Why have you hypnotized people?" "Because I'm tired of it," the woman said. Her voice sharpened. "Tired of being poor. Tired of poverty. Why should everyone else be rich? Not me? Why should my body, my figure, go unseen? Why does everyone worship presidents, the military, people across the world? When I could be the one? The one they adore?" She continued. "I was experimented on. Poked. Prodded. All because I was born with a gift. A gift I should use for myself. This town? Just a start. Practice. It was the first place I came after escaping the lab." "You, detective. Tell me. Your partner's name?" "John. His name is John." "Ooh, I see. An attractive name." The woman took a step closer. "Listen, Lisa. My purpose is simple. To make everyone see. To make them believe. That I am their true goddess." She paused. "If you truly don't want to worship me, why are you swirling your finger in your belly button right now? Go on. Spin faster." Lisa obeyed. Her finger picked up speed. The sensation grew. It made her warm. Aroused. She felt herself become wet. A moan escaped her lips. "Do you feel it now?" the woman asked. "Yes," Lisa gasped. "I do." "Do you want to stop?" Lisa started to say, "Ye—" Then, "No." "Good." The woman moved closer. She took Lisa's hand. She put Lisa's finger into her own navel. Then, the woman's finger went into Lisa's navel. She began to spin it. "Swirl and obey…" The woman's voice was a low hum. "Obey and swirl…" Lisa did as commanded and started swirling in the woman's navel letting out another moan but this time louder good girl now I have a command for you and you're going to follow it to the tea do you understand n---yes good now you're going to be my sleeping agents you're going to go back to your partner and act like nothing happened do you understand yes Lisa replied good now would you like a reward for your loyalty yes take your pants off and masturbate when you climax return back to your office do you understand yes Lisa unzips your pants remove her undies and begins to finger herself moaning loudly hert other hand swirling in her novel she collapsed onto the floor from the feeling she watched as the mysterious woman walks away leaving her there to masturbate h her moans are loud and she could feel herself getting close to climaxing her mind was filled with a spiral the urge to spin in her navol and just like that she climaxed but her hand didn't stop it continue to go in and out of her pusy she climax several times until she passed out on the floor when she woke everyone in the TV store was gone but the screens were still flashing swirl and obey she got up and headed towards the office she felt like she had something to do but she didn't now want It was. Meanwhile at the office  John was sitting at his desk writing down everything he had learned so far when he had looked at the clock and saw that Lisa I had not returned in hours you got up to go find her when she comes through the door where have you been I've been worried asks oh I was chasing a suspect she mach the video of jewelry but I lost them I got hungry after the Chase and went to donut emporium I lost the track of time sorry find anything at the cafe she says sitting on the couch what was on the TV she says acting like she doesn't already know the answer  Oh right he says in response he flips open his notebook and starts to read everything thing that has happened so far I went over to the TV and on it was black and white spiral with words flashing on it swirl and obey obey and swirl but hearing that Lisa and I was resting on her stomach her middle finger entered her navol started swirling John didn't notice because he was in his notebook  also what flashed on the screen was wait further instructions when I was looking at the Beautiful spiral I felt the urge to lift my shirt and spin my finger in my belly button utterly disgusting I can't believe I even felt like that it was really hard to look away from it he looks at his phone sitting on the desk off knowing very well that he could turn it on and look at the beautiful spiral at any time he wants  but he quickly pushes the thought away another thing as I was leaving the cafe  I accidentally looked at a woman's belly button fully it was more powerful than the TV and in her belly button with the black and white spiral I felt so aroused and I just wanted to take all my clothes off and spin my finger in my belly button I couldn't believe myself I quickly pushed aside the feeling and ran out of there  But I n doing so I came up with the theory that if your belly is exposed you are less resistant to the hypnosis but if it's fully covered then your you have a stronge resistance so when I got back I change into this thick sweater and a thicker trench coat and button it up Adding  barrier to my belly button should make me fully resistant to the hypnosis I suggest you should wear something thicker to thicker shirt with a long sleeve sweater and a coat and thick pants that should protect you enough as long as your belly is covered you should be safe got it Lisa replies we should head home it's getting late and we should go back to the mayor's office and report back our findings good idea I'm heading home now he trying to leave see you tomorrow John heads home and go straight to bed Lisa on the other hand when she arrives home she rips off all of her clothes and turns on the TV