Jackie Big Tits

The mobile rings, and for a moment, Jacqueline is confused. She never noticed it sitting down at the bottom of her purse, even though logically she knows that her fingers must have brushed against it on dozens of occasions while looking for her keys or her change or her nail file. It's a brand new phone, as well, an expensive purchase she feels certain she would have remembered making given her constant arguments with Tom over 'needless extravagances'. Not that she wants to think about the way he pays more attention to the credit card bill than to her.

But none of that changes the fact that the phone in Jacqueline's purse isn't hers. When she slowly lifts it out to look at the display screen, she doesn't recognize the phone number that's calling her. She answers it hesitantly, wondering for a moment if perhaps some other woman didn't accidentally put her phone in Jacqueline's purse during a sewing circle meeting or a book club get-together or any of the other little social activities Jacqueline uses to fill her day while her husband is busy with his practice. "H-hello?" she says, expecting to hear a stranger's voice asking about an entirely different person.

In a sense, they do. "Is Jackie Big Tits there?" Jacqueline's mouth forms a perfect 'O' of astonishment as she hears the crude, sexist question blurted out almost casually into her ears. Her eyes widen in amazement. And to her surprise, she finds that she knows exactly what this call is about.

*****

"So let's talk a bit about what you want out of this session," Doctor Hofmeister said gently, leaning forward in his chair with an earnest expression on his ruddy pink face. "You said that Bianca Stabler recommended you to me? Obviously, confidentiality concerns prevent me from discussing her issues, but if she's spoken to you about what she came here for, I can tell you that I can do something very similar for you."

Jacqueline shrugged, feeling self-conscious as ever about the gesture despite Bianca's assurances that Doctor Lawrence Hofmeister was fully respectful of women. 'Between you and me,' she'd said, a conspiratorial look in her bright blue eyes, 'I think he might be gay.' Even if he was, though, Jacqueline still half-expected him to start staring at her breasts anyway. Certainly everyone else did. She would almost consider surgery to get them reduced, if she didn't suspect that her husband would serve her with divorce papers the next day. $750,000 a year bought a lot of back massages.

"I guess I hadn't, I mean..." Jacqueline blushed, her pale cheeks going beet red for a moment as she felt the old insecurities creeping in. She hated sounding stupid in front of someone intelligent like a doctor or a lawyer or a scientist-it was what made Tom's parties so stressful for her. She was always terrified of saying the wrong thing and being instantly written off as Tom's trophy wife, bought and paid for with fancy dresses and daily beauty appointments and a maid to do all the work. And of course the stress made her babble to fill the awkward silences, which only made her feel dumber, which made her babble more in a death spiral of social anxiety. But she didn't think hypnosis could help with that.

She started over. "Bianca keeps saying that whatever my problems are, hypnosis can solve them. I mention that I forgot my car keys, and it's 'Hypnosis really improved my memory!' I say 'I really shouldn't' to the dessert cart, and it's 'Doctor H can help with those cravings.' I mention that I'm stressing out about Saturday night's party, and she says, 'You know what's really good for stress relief?' It's like she thinks it's magic or something. I finally agreed to a session with you just to get her out of my hair, to be honest."

Doctor Hofmeister chuckled. "The young woman is nothing if not persistent," he said, his hazel eyes twinkling in amusement. He didn't look like he should be calling Bianca 'young', though; the beard hid his baby cheeks a little, and guys always looked a bit older once they went bald, but he looked to be about the same age as Jacqueline and Bianca. "I really should discourage that kind of behavior, but it does wonders for my practice."

He chuckled, and Jacqueline let out a snicker right along with him-certainly Jacqueline wasn't the only woman in their social circle of bored housewives that had gotten an earful about the restorative powers of hypnotherapy with Doctor Hofmeister. She was pretty certain that some of the others had already been in to see him-Nancy was always ducking out of lunch for appointments now, and Millicent had skipped book club three times in the last four weeks with vague excuses. They probably didn't want Bianca to get even more smug than she already was by admitting that they had broken down and given 'Doctor H' a try. Certainly Jacqueline wasn't about to mention it, either.

"She's not wrong, though," Doctor Hofmeister said, once the moment of comfortable laughter subsided. "Hypnosis is really quite a versatile tool. If you'd like, I can put you under first, and you can let your subconscious guide you to the problem you don't know you have." He took out a pendulum, a simple polished amethyst on a silver chain, and held it just above Jacqueline's line of sight. "It'll only take a few minutes, and I think you'll find that even if you don't have anything much you want to talk about, you'll enjoy the experience of relaxing."

Jacqueline froze, her eyes fixed nervously on the swaying pendulum as if afraid that it would lunge for her. Somehow, the reality of hypnosis seemed a lot more unnerving than the abstract concept; once she was confronted with the idea of actually going into trance at the direction of a complete stranger, it seemed almost terrifying. "Um, well, I, I don't... I don't really think I have..." She trailed off into silence, embarrassed once again by her own verbal ineptitude.

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Doctor Hofmeister replied soothingly, his hand remaining perfectly steady even as the pendulum settled into a slow, easy rhythm across Jacqueline's field of vision. "Everyone has things that are bothering them from time to time, and everyone benefits from a chance to discuss them. Trance just lets you get out of your own head a little, allows you to relax and let go of your thoughts by focusing your attention somewhere else to help your brain unwind and take a little break. It's nice to have something to distract your mind from any worries and cares, so that you can just feel warm and peaceful and happy for a while."

Jacqueline opened her mouth to object... but somehow, it did feel kind of comfortable to lay back on the couch and let her eyes follow the pendulum as it moved back and forth, back and forth. The chain caught the light just a little in places, making it seem as though it was sliding across an arc of sparkling silver again and again with each swing, and Jacqueline found that her gaze seemed to go from side to side almost effortlessly in time to the motion of the amethyst stone. As though she wasn't really thinking about it at all.

"And sometimes," Doctor Hofmeister continued, his voice dipping into a slightly lower register as it softened into a breathy murmur, "the more you get outside of your own head, the easier it is to recognize what's going on inside that brain of yours. It can be so nice to focus those heavy eyes on the pendulum, keep staring as it swings back and forth, just following the stone with that blank, sleepy gaze and letting that drowsy, dreamy body relax, and letting the mind float free a little. Almost like it's on a tether, and hypnosis is letting that tether play out further and further to let you see Jacqueline from the outside."

Jacqueline blinked, her eyes feeling strangely and unaccountably heavy as she gazed up at the swaying stone. It felt like it was becoming difficult to keep them open, as though the constant effort of looking just a little bit higher than her eye level was exhausting her so much that she couldn't keep following the pendulum with her stare and think at the same time, and Jacqueline's expression went just a little bit slack as she tried harder to concentrate on the motion of the swinging amethyst.

"And sometimes," Doctor Hofmeister went on, his voice settling into a soporific drone that made Jacqueline feel like he'd somehow been talking forever, "the things that you see when you look at Jacqueline from the outside can make her a little uncomfortable to know that someone knows that about her. Even if that someone is just her. Can't it?" Jacqueline nodded loosely, her head nodding forward with a deep sigh that seemed to exhale the tension out of her body in a rush. She always hated that about therapy, having to do all that deep examination of the ball of insecurities and anxieties that always seemed to be lurking just under the surface. It felt too much like poking a bruise.

Doctor Hofmeister smiled gently. Jacqueline saw it out of the corner of her field of vision, but her attention was mostly focused on the pendulum now. "So what we can do is take the 'you' that's floating on the end of that tether and give her a name, so that the 'you' that I'm speaking to isn't Jacqueline at all and Jacqueline doesn't have to listen to what we're talking about. Does that make sense?" Jacqueline nodded again, her head sinking a little bit further forward and her eyes now having to roll all the way up behind her eyelids to keep the swinging stone in view.

"That's right," the doctor said, stroking Jacqueline's mind with tones of warm praise. "Jacqueline doesn't need to listen to us talk, or even to think about what we're saying. She can stay safe and warm and comfortable inside her own mind, with the pendulum, and you and I can share the important things. I think I'm going to call you Jackie. Does that sound like a good name?" Jackie's brow furrowed in concentration, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to process the logic of Doctor Hofmeister's words. It all seemed so reasonable, and yet somehow it seemed like such an intense and overwhelming way of handling her problems. She, she didn't know if it was the best idea, making a whole other person in her brain just to talk about herself...

But the silence stretched on, and Jackie had never been good with long silences around authority figures. "...yes," she mumbled, her eyes somehow refusing to open again as she slumped lazily on the couch. She felt like she could almost see herself lying there, Jacqueline's body loose and limp and sound asleep in a dream of the pendulum's constant motion, while Jackie watched her twitch ever so slightly as the relaxation took her deeper. It was utterly bizarre and absolutely fascinating all at the same time.

"Now, let's you and me talk about Jacqueline, shall we, Jackie?" Jackie's chin bobbed ever so slightly in the barest approximation of a nod. "Good, good. Bianca's told me a little bit about her, so let me ask you some questions about her and see if I'm right. Does Jacqueline feel self-conscious about her breasts?" Jackie felt a little twinge of anxiety for a moment, but then she remembered that it was Jacqueline who felt that way about her boobs. Jackie was outside of Jacqueline. She didn't feel the same way at all.

It was enormously liberating. "Yes, Doctor," she murmured, her voice sleepy and tranquil and perfectly at ease. "She thinks they make her look like a big dumb slut. She thinks that men talk to them instead of her, that they only pay attention to her because she's got such huge tits. She feels self-conscious about them, she just wants to cover them up and hide them and not let anyone know they're there. She... she'd get rid of them if she could, but she thinks that Tom only loves her for her breasts too."

"I see," Doctor Hofmeister said. "But Jackie doesn't have those feelings, does she? Jackie is a whole new person, one we're making together right now, and she doesn't have to feel the same way that Jacqueline does about her breasts. Jackie can enjoy feeling like a big dumb slut whenever men look at her tits. She can feel good about how much men want to stare at her boobs, how much they want to play with them and grope them and fondle them. She can let go and embrace being a sexual object. Isn't that right, Jackie?"

Jackie's mouth fell open, a trickle of drool dripping down her chin as she tried to process the doctor's words. Somehow, she'd just imagined that the Jackie floating high above Jacqueline's mind and body was just a new name for the same woman, but she was quietly amazed to find that this other self had a personality all its own. A personality, she began to realize, that was still in the process of being formed and discovered through this conversation. And one that was surprisingly malleable in her dazed, befuddled state. "...yes," she sighed out, her mind moving silently through the process of accommodation in a matter of seconds.

"That's a good girl!" Doctor Hofmeister cooed, his voice seeming to pet her mind like it was a sleepy kitten. "Jackie loves having big tits, and she loves the attention of men. Any time Jacqueline feels like men are thinking more about her tits than they are about her, she can just let all her awareness of that slip past her and go into Jackie where it feels good instead of bad. Jackie Big Tits likes feeling good about being reduced to her boobs, doesn't she?"

The conversation felt vaguely like it was slipping out of Jackie's control, but at the same time she found that she didn't really have the authority to say no to the doctor's soft, confident speech. All of the parts of her that could even process her discomfort, let alone express it, seemed to be all the way down at the bottom of the tether with Jacqueline pretty much by definition. Jackie was the one who could think about these things without fear or shame or concern. That meant she couldn't disapprove of any of it. "Yes," she said, accepting the implied instructions easily and without thought.

"Good girl," Doctor Hofmeister purred, reaching out to pull down Jackie's top and place her hands on her massive breasts. "See how good it feels to play with those tits while you talk?" he asked her, although it somehow didn't sound like a question when he said it. "It's like there's a direct connection between your tits and your brain, between your tits and your cunt, between your sleepy mind and the sensation of pulsing pleasure. Your tits make you horny, don't they?"

Jackie opened her mouth to say no... but her fingers began automatically tweaking and tugging on her nipples the moment they found the sensitive nubs, and she could feel the pulses of pleasure bouncing up to her brain and then down to her slick, slippery cunt with every pinch and rub. "Y-yes," she said instead, squirming on the couch in slow, sleepy arousal. She wondered for a moment if she should be bothered by Doctor Hofmeister's actions, but the only person who would get upset about it seemed to be Jacqueline. And she didn't notice anything right now.

"And Jacqueline worries about feeling dumb, too, doesn't she?" Doctor Hofmeister added, sounding slightly hoarse with arousal as he spoke. "It's part of the same reason she worries about being reduced to her tits. She thinks that people call her a big dumb slut behind her back." Jackie whimpered, finding that the part of her that liked being objectified for her breasts was getting stronger and stronger the more she played with her full, pendulous globes. It made it even harder to think; Jackie really just wanted to keep pinching and tugging on her nipples and agreeing with everything Doctor Hofmeister said.

But she needed to answer. "Y-yes," she moaned, now openly drooling from her slack, nerveless lips. "She, she didn't finish college, and Tom... Tom's a doctor. She's always worried that she's not smart enough for him, that he only wants her for her body and he... he doesn't think much of her. She's always nervous about acting stupid or saying stupid things. She thinks that all of Tom's friends know that he only keeps her around to, to f-fuck." It was strangely cathartic, admitting all her fears and insecurities like this. Even without the sexual pleasure, Jackie felt absolutely liberated getting everything out in the open.

Doctor Hofmeister gently patted her leg, pushing her skirt further and further up in the process. "And does he?" he asked, moving her dress out of the way so that he could gently rub her pussy through her panties. Jackie's brow furrowed in confusion, and he quickly added, "Does Tom just keep Jacqueline around to fuck?" His fingers pressed hard right over her clit, distracting her from the question with wave after wave of sleepy, drifting ecstasy, but Jackie knew that her job was to tell him everything he needed to know about Jacqueline. It was really the only firm and solid thing she understood about herself right now.

"Only when he wants to," she replied, surprised at the petulance in her own voice. "When he's horny, he expects Jacqueline to drop her panties along with anything else she's doing, but when she's horny, she's getting in the way of his important work. Jacqueline thinks he might be having an affair, but she's afraid to find out. She mostly just takes care of herself, ummmm, a lot." She didn't intend to pause-she wasn't shy about Jaqueline's masturbation any more than she was about anything else. But the rubbing was beginning to get to her. Jackie could feel a damp patch forming on her panties where Doctor Hofmeister pushed them into her soaking cunt.

"So Jacqueline's big problem is that she's dumb and horny and she doesn't want to be, then?" Jackie frowned again, trying for a moment to process the slight but seemingly significant differences between her description of Jacqueline's frustrations with her loveless marriage and her class-based social anxieties and Doctor Hofmeister's description of her other self as an undersexed bimbo... but she couldn't. The pleasure was too much for her. She was too deeply hypnotized to think that much. She could only nod in sleepy agreement and grind her hips into the older man's touch.

"Then I have a solution," Doctor Hofmeister said eagerly. Jackie couldn't help letting out a tiny moan at the enthusiasm in his voice... or perhaps it was the way that he rubbed her extra hard whenever he talked. "Let's just take all the parts of Jacqueline that are dumb and horny all the time, and slide them along that tether into Jackie. Jacqueline doesn't need to know that Jackie is there, holding all her arousal and all her confusion for her so that she can stay calm and smart and composed, and Jackie can just be a big-titted horny fucktoy who doesn't need to think! Doesn't that sound so

nice,

Jackie Big Tits?"

It... it sounded... it sounded like something Jackie needed to think hard about, the kind of big decision that she wished she was Jacqueline so she could make it with her whole mind working all together. But thinking was so hard now, and getting harder and harder with every second as she felt the squishy, wet lust seeping out of Jacqueline's mind and into hers. It felt like it was slowing down her thoughts to a crawl, making it impossible to keep a train of thought going for any length of time and keeping her brain so, so fuzzy and foggy and... and...

"Uh huh," Jackie murmured, her voice melting into a squeak as she came on Doctor Hofmeister's fingers.

"That's my good, obedient girl," Doctor Hofmeister growled, rubbing her harder as she squeezed her legs around his hand and whimpered. "That's my good little slut. Good girl. Good, good girl. You're going to keep coming back to me every week to help reinforce your programming, aren't you? And I'm going to find you lots of new friends to help satisfy that wet, horny cunt of yours. Doesn't that sound good, little slut?" Jackie nodded, not even really sure of what she was agreeing to anymore. Her brain felt like it was switching off completely under the force of the pleasure, leaving behind a vacant, happy little plaything who didn't want to think about anything but having her pussy filled. And it felt so. Fucking. Good.