Ohana Means “You’re My Personal Entertainment Now”

Nani slammed the bedroom door and glared at the little green creature sitting on her bed.

“Out. Right now. I don’t care what Lilo said.”

Swirly kicked his feet and grinned.

“Aww, big sis is mad already. You always get all loud when you’re wrong.”

Nani grabbed him by the back of the neck like trash.

“I am not wrong. You are leaving.”

“You looked at my eyes,” he said casually. “That was pretty dumb.”

The spirals spun.

Nani’s arms went behind her head. Her knees bent into a deep squat. Her clothes dropped off one by one. Tongue out. Completely naked. Fully aware. Completely unable to stop.

Swirly hopped down and walked around her like he was inspecting a new toy.

“Wow. Look at you. Hands on the head, frog pose, tongue hanging out. You look so much dumber already. Say ‘Swirly is smarter than me.’”

“S-Swirly is smarter than me...”

“Louder. And bounce. Make those big dumb tits bounce while you say it.”

She bounced. The words came out slurred.

“Good girl. Those inverted nipples look kinda useless right now. Play with them until they stick out. Come on, big sis, even you can figure that out.”

Her hands moved. Pinch. Pull. Twist. Sweat started forming. After a while the nipples finally popped out, stiff and stupid-looking.

Swirly laughed.

“There they are. Little dumb buttons. We’re doing this every day until they stay out when I tell them to. Now touch your clit. Slow circles. Keep the tongue out or I’ll make you hop around saying ‘I’m a dumb frog.’”

She did it. Her face burned.

The rest of the hour was pure entertainment for him. Every time she tried to talk back, her body just did something stupider—presenting her ass, spreading her cheeks, bouncing harder. By the end she was a sweaty mess on the floor, still conscious, still embarrassed, and already a little slower in the head.

Swirly patted her leg.

“Tomorrow we’re ordering stuff with your money. Monkey suit with the whole front missing, nose hook, vibrating eggs, magic wand, anal beads. All the funny stuff. If you complain I’ll make you wear the monkey suit to the store and drop your coat on purpose.”

Nani just groaned.

Weeks later it had become normal.

Her thoughts moved slower. She needed longer to form sentences. Sometimes she caught herself agreeing with Swirly before she even realized what she was agreeing to. Lilo and Stitch still had no idea.

Public “accidents” kept happening. Monkey suit under a coat that somehow always fell open at the worst moment. Vibrating eggs going off while she tried to talk to David. Anal beads that “slipped” at the beach so she had to waddle home while Swirly’s voice in her head went:

“Waddle faster, big sis. People are looking. Smile like you meant to do that.”

Every time she got mouthy the spirals came back and the frog squat returned, tongue out, nipples out, brain a little softer than before.

Late at night Swirly would sit on her bed reading while she lay there still sweaty from the last session.

“You’re getting dumber, Nani-pants,” he’d say casually. “Pretty soon you’re gonna need me to explain how doors work.”

She never told anyone.

She couldn’t.

Every time she tried, the spirals spun, the frog squat returned, and a tiny green voice cheerfully said:

“Ribbit, big sis. Ribbit.”