Catie pulled up into the parking lot of the apartment complex. Looking around, it was obvious that this was a nicer apartment complex. It was very clean and tidy looking, With two separate pools, a large gym, and plenty of spacious parking for residents and guests. It was obviously much nicer than the one she lived in.
It was Tuesday. And like every Tuesday for the past two months or so, Catie found herself at Charles's apartment. It sounded crazy, but she had been seeing him for hypnosis sessions that were supposed to make her breasts grow bigger.
It really did sound crazy, at least every time she actually stopped and thought about it. How could hypnosis really make anyone's breasts grow bigger? But she had stumbled across some old studies done back in the 1970's by multiple researchers that suggested it could be done.
Catie had never had that much difficulty getting attention from guys, but she had always felt a little underdeveloped in the chest area. She continuously told herself that it didn't matter how big her boobs were, but, in reality, she did care. She always had and apparently always will.
At five feet two inches, Catie didn't need that much of an increase in size to be noticeable. She had always fantasized about being one of those short girls with boobs that looked really big on her frame. So, she may have gone a little overboard when she found out that hypnosis could theoretically make her breasts grow.
And then she may have strong-armed her friend Charles into performing the hypnosis on her. He had been pretty skeptical at first, he was not the kind of guy to believe just anything he heard. But she had brought it up, he had gone out and done a ton of
research on his own and dug up some of the original research on the subject.
Armed with that knowledge, he had been hypnotizing Catie for just bit over two months now. She showed up for a session once a week, he was pretty adamant on that. She needed the regular schedule to keep reinforcing the growth suggestions. And as far as she could tell, it was working. Her bras were starting to get pretty tight and uncomfortable.
So here Catie was, on another Tuesday afternoon, in Charles's parking lot, psyching herself up for another session of hypnosis. Of course, it didn't help that Catie had a bit of a hypnosis fetish. That's how she originally ran across the breast enlargement research in the first place. She had been looking around online to satisfy her fetish when she stumbled upon other uses of the art
The thought of being hypnotized and used against her will had always turned her on. She didn't know why, but she loved it when a man could take control, and being hypnotized was the ultimate in being controlled.
But that's why she had chosen Charles as her hypnotist. He was such a nice guy. Like, he was one of those guys who was so nice that he rarely had a girlfriend. She had seen him get friend-zoned multiple times back when they were in college. Catie had been friends with him throughout college and had seen him bumble along in his romantic attempts. He had never tried to get with her though, which is one of the reasons that they had stayed friends for so long.
Still, he was just that nice of a guy that she knew he wouldn't be able to take advantage of her while she was deep under his spell. He wasn't the type of guy to get her deep and hypnotized and force her slowly pull her clothes off for him like a cheap stripper. And he definitely wasn't the type of guy to hypnotize her and force her to drop to her knees and give him a slow and sensuous blow job, licking and sucking on him like it was the most important thing in the world.
Yeah, luckily for her, Charles would never take advantage of her like that, no matter how many times she fantasized about it. He definitely would not force her to swallow every drop of his cum as he fucked her mouth, and then make her thank him for it.
No... he wasn't the kind of guy to do that. He was far too nice, far too straight-laced. He would never take advantage of a deeply tranced girl like that. Especially one he had been friends with for several years.
Mmhmmm...
Catie blinked rapidly, clearing her mind. She had to force her hand away from her crotch. Here she was, sitting in her Corolla in an apartment parking lot randomly rubbing herself through her pants.
Not that she was sexually repressed or anything. She had slept with plenty of guys in her 25 years of life. Eventually she'd settle down and have a family, but she was far too young for that just yet. She was still young enough to go out and party and meet new and interesting guys every weekend.
Of course, she wasn't willing to let any of those guys she met at the club hypnotize her, although she was willing to bet none of them had the talent for it that Charles did. Nope, as much as the thought of being used like that turned her on, she was far too worried what someone she didn't trust would do to her.
At this point, Charles had the power to hypnotize her and turn her into a mindless fuck pet, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Mindlessly fucking and sucking and...
No! She wasn't going to sit here in her car and masturbate to her wild fantasies. Especially ones that were never going to happen. She would save that for later, for the safety of her own bedroom.
It had turned into a weekly ritual for her. After her Tuesday hypnosis session, she'd go home and spend the next hour or so molesting her vibrator and making herself cum over and over again to her hypnosis based fantasies. At this rate, she was going to need to buy a new sex toy, as her old one was quickly wearing out. She had to replace the batteries twice already since her hypnosis sessions had started.
Taking a deep breath, Catie forced herself out of her car, making sure it was locked behind her. If she stayed in it too much longer she probably was going to start getting herself off, even if she was exposed in a public place.
She walked up the stairs to the correct apartment and took another deep breath. It wouldn't do to have Charles see her all flustered and turned on. He was such a nice guy for helping her out like this, and he wasn't getting anything in return.
Once again, she was struck by how much nicer this apartment complex was compared to hers. She knew that Charles was a smart guy, but he was apparently doing pretty well for himself. He was some sort of computer consultant or something, and spent half the time working from home, which was easy for him since he lived by himself.
This was a big contrast to the guys she normally hung out with. Most of the men she met in bars and clubs still lived at home and worked lackluster jobs, if they worked at all. Not that it bothered her all that much, she wasn't looking for Mr. Right, just Mr. Right Now. It was just annoying that she always had to go back to her place with the guy of the night. She had the sneaking suspicion that her roommate was getting tired of dealing with the late-night partying that Catie was doing.
Clearing her thoughts, Catie knocked on the door loudly and tried not to get too excited for the coming hypnosis session. She could almost feel the disappointment that Charles would never take advantage of her. But she still had her fantasies, thankfully. And her vibrator waiting for her at home.
Charles opened the door. He was tall, just over six feet, easily towering over her. He would be physically imposing, except for his wiry thin frame and passive demeanor. He was the very definition of nonthreatening. His was a clean-cut guy with short brown hair and a clean-shaven face. He didn't have much personal style, but he was always clean and professional looking.
Even now, he was wearing a nice collared polo and a pair of clean khakis. Catie usually wore a ratty old shirt and some booty shorts or pajama bottoms when she was hanging out at home. He gave her a not quite charming smile as he recognized her and invited her in.
