Hypnotic Pregnancy
Hi guys and gals.
Got the idea for this story from signorecalcio who once again fucked with my muse and gave me an idea I just couldn't let go.
I never was certain just what category to put this one in.
It could have gone into the 'Loving wives' genre, or even 'groups' if you stretch the meaning of 'group'.
And I suppose it could have gone into the 'Mind Control' group, but also by stretching that meaning.
I chose to put it into the 'Incest' category for a couple of reasons.
First, most of my stories are in this category.
Second, in many places, sex between in-laws is considered incest.
Story codes should be: incest, M/F, oral sex, CIM, cum swallow, cream-pie, pregnancy, cheat, female orgasm, attempted non-consent.
Before some of you tell me how terrible it is for her to cheat on her loving husband, this is just a STORY!!
Made up in my crazy mind thanks to an idea from one of you.
This is NOT the first lesson in that Freshman class at Uni called "True life incest cases"!
Play safe.
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Hi, I'm Korky, a 31-year-old married woman. Don't ask where my parents came up with my name. I have two siblings, John and Sue, so why did I get 'Korky'? I have no idea and they claim to not remember. But that's what is on my birth certificate! In case you are wondering, I'm 5'2" tall, about 115 pounds most days with light brown hair to my shoulders and gray eyes. My boobs are what Goldilocks would call 'just right!' That means they aren't too small, and they aren't too big! I've been told by more than one guy that they are perfect handfuls.
I married Pete six years ago. He had just been discharged from the Army when we met at our weekend Guard duty. It was as close to love at first sight as I have ever heard of. And if I'm being truthful, I probably should have seen more. The first time we had sex, it was nice but I had expected more than 4-inches! He usually gives me a nice soft cum, but just once in a while, I would really like one that loosens the fillings in my teeth; like I got back in high school. Oh well, by then we were in love (I
really
was) and he is a really nice guy and is great as a husband. I do wish that he was a bit more adventurous in bed, but he is strictly a missionary position only type of guy.
I stayed on the pill up until four months ago. Didn't want to be a pregnant soldier, and then after my discharge from the guard, I wanted to get situated in my job as a researcher for a well-known pharmaceutical firm. (Nope, I won't tell you which one. Shame on you for asking!) But now I finally talked Pete into trying to get me pregnant. I want more than one kid and the proverbial clock is ticking ever closer to the end of my reproductive life.
So far, I haven't caught one of Pete's sperms cells to complete the cycle. It probably won't happen this month as while I'm at my most fertile time, Pete's gone off on his two-week stint playing soldier-boy. He's been gone for nearly a week and I'm getting lonely, so when his twin brothers Pat and Paul called to see if they could stop by and use the pool, I told them to come on over. It would be good to have family to talk with.
His 18-year-old brothers arrived about 15 minutes later, carrying a 24-pack of Bud Light. They hadn't asked about Pete and were surprised that he wasn't home. The entire family on Pete's side never remembers that he is still in the guard. They were carrying their shorts while wearing t-shirts and their swim trunks. After talking me into swimming with them, I donned my bikini and we went out back to the pool.
Each of us popped open a beer and kept sipping them while hanging off the edge. Pat and Paul are nearly identical, but Pat has killer dimples that barely show on Paul's face. They are both about as dorky as a person can get. Sometimes it is funny, and sometimes it is just totally stupid. I've always liked them and think of them as nice kids, even though our state now calls them adults. If that's 'adult', god help this country!
Well, about three hours and six beers for each of us later, I invited them to stay for supper. I was enjoying their company, like usual. And their inane antics were always good for a laugh. We sat around the pool on lounges and just enjoyed the time while we all air-dried. And that ultimately took care of their 24-pack.
I headed inside to come up with a better meal than I had planned when it was just me, and they followed behind me, laughing like usual. Pat took off his necklace with a shiny disk hanging from it as he said, "Hey Korky, I've been watching some 'how-to' hypnosis videos on YouTube and I was hoping you would let me try to hypnotize you. What do you say?"
With a chuckle I turned to look at him. Before getting married, two different professional hypnotists had tried and failed to put me under. But it might be fun to let him try. Hell, it might even be fun to see what he would do if he succeeded! I was always amazed at how crazy these two were.
With those thoughts in mind, I smiled and said, "Sure! Why not? Give it your best shot!"
His eyes bugged out when I said that. I just stood there waiting until he finally stammered, "Uh, you need to sit down," and he pulled a chair out from the kitchen table for me and I sat down. Then he started swinging his necklace back and forth and saying things like how I should follow the disk and I was getting sleepy, etc. Then he asked, "Korky, can you hear me?"
"Of course, I can, you're right in front of me," I said smiling hugely right up into his face.
"Oh. Let's try it a bit longer," he said. I shrugged my shoulders and sat back as he started in again.
Maybe I shouldn't have done this. Okay, I know now that I NEVER should have done it, but that is water over the dam, so to speak. Anyway, I wanted to see what stunt he had planned this time, so after a much longer time swinging that necklace and soft talking from him, he asked if I could hear him. I had already unfocused my eyes so I used a flat, monotone voice to answer, "Yes, I can hear you." Then I just sat there as he grinned at Paul and they high-fived one-another.
For about five minutes he told me to do several little and stupid things like quack like a duck, hop like a bunny rabbit, and walk on all fours like a dog while swinging my tail. They really liked that as I noticed each of them checking out my still firm ass in my little bikini bottoms.
Eventually he told me to sit back on the chair. He stepped over to his twin and said, "Should I try to give her a trigger word that puts her back under whenever I use it?" Naturally Paul quickly agreed with that idea.
Stepping in front of me he said, "Korky, whenever I say the words 'chuck you farley', you will once again be hypnotized just like you are now. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," I said in my monotone voice.
"Whenever you are hypnotized due to my using those words, you will wake up when I say, 'Marshal Dillon.' Do you understand?" I said I did.
"Okay, Korky, when I snap my fingers, you will awaken with no memory of my having hypnotized you." SNAP!
"I told you this wouldn't work," I said as I got up and pushed the chair back in place. "You are so crazy, Pat! And you're no better, Paul."
"Who ... me!? What'd I do?"
"Probably something," I said as I started getting things out for supper.
I was just about to open a package of meat when Pat said from across the room, "Chuck you Farley." Laughing on the inside, I froze as I went along with them once more. "Sit back down, Korky." He pulled out the chair and I sat once more.
He asked a few more things and I answered them in that monotone voice and then he said, "Korky, when you speak while hypnotized, you will use your normal voice. You won't speak in that slow and flat voice any more. Do you understand?"
Quite cheerfully I answered, "Yes, I understand!" with a rise in my voice at the end.
Softly as if speaking to Paul only, Pat said, "Thank god that works, that dull voice was getting to me."
After a few more stupid things that only these two goofballs would think of, Pat said, "Korky, you know you must follow my instructions perfectly, don't you?" I told him I did. He shoved his swim trunks down and stepped in front of me, his limp four-inch dick about three-inches from my chin. "Suck my cock like you do Peter's."
"He won't let me suck his cock," I said sadly.