This story is a complete work of fiction, but is something that could just possibly happen. All characters are 18 or over.
Don't try this at home! If you are not careful, hypnosis can have unpredictable consequences ... as you are about to read.
*****
"Hi daddy," said Emily, as soon as I came through the door.
Most days if she was home I would get a hug and a huge kiss on the cheek as soon as walked in from work. Even if I'd had an asshole of a time at the office, Emily's cheerfulness and greeting made my day, perked me up and readied me for whatever lay in store at home. Always as a bit of fun I'd pat her on the bottom - I'd done that since she was a kid.
More recently if I'd tried leaving my hand there a bit longer, she'd say "Daddy! That's naughty!" And wag her finger. But she never stopped me doing it.
As usual, a wonderful aroma came from the kitchen.
"Dinner will be in 5," came an equally cheery voice from somewhere near the oven.
Emily's enthusiasm for life ran 24/7, she even smiled in her sleep. A bubbly, very popular girl in the 6th form she was doing well in her studies. As usual she was still in her statutory white school blouse with a blue, red and narrow yellow striped tie which identified her as Norbury High. Complement that with a pleated dark blue skirt and white knee-hi socks and you had my perfect schoolgirl.
Her popularity was echoed by the 50 plus friends she'd invited to her 18th birthday disco and the large amount of presents she'd received. That was 7 weeks ago and now the excitement was over she was getting her head round some serious exam swotting.
Anna, my wife of 22 years, brought dinner through. She's the perfect woman and far too good a cook. I was just under 11 stone when we married and it stayed that way for a long time. When she was expecting Emily, she seemed to not only eat for two but also cook for three ... And she always seemed to overestimate. As Anna piled on the pounds, so did I.
It never helps having an office job and driving to work. As Emily grew we all ate too much. The extra pounds stayed on plus a few more for luck. It's not quite so easy to lose the pounds though - and after finding out my energy level was about the same as a 55 year old man, I started to seriously consider what I could do to lose weight.
In the summer Anna and I would take Emily for walks - short ones at first because that's all I could manage without getting out of breath. We all needed exercise and to lose weight. Anna joined a slimming club and I tried to lose weight at the same time but didn't have the willpower. My health was suffering. A colleague recommended a hypnotist who'd helped him lose weight, so I tried that. The hypnotist was good but expensive; I lost 2 stone over a 3 month period, helped by booster sessions and a tape recording which I played once a day. That was 12 years ago. Since then I've tried my best, but I'm nowhere near the 11 stone I was when we got married.
"So what's happened at school today?" I must have asked that 500 times over the years - even when Emily got into the 6th form.
"Oh, nothing much." Emily's stock answer, often accompanied by a non-stop 10 minute digest of that day's events. My mother's 'no talking when eating' rule was rarely adhered to. Teacher moans, girly gossip, that day's take on boys, complaints about homework - nothing got missed.
"We were talking about holidays mostly," said Emily. "Where we were all going and new clothes and stuff. Oh! And Christine thinks I'm getting fat."
It wasn't the first time this had been brought up. Emily, though not yet obese, loved her food and was gradually piling on the pounds. Like many of her friends, weight was an issue. Her small height didn't help. I made a mental note
*****
Nothing more was said for a couple of weeks until Emily and Anna were out clothes shopping. Emily just wasn't her usual cheerful self.
"There's some really nice stuff but I look awful in them." Tears were in her eyes. Her weight was really becoming an issue.
Some time later in the evening Anna came up with a suggestion.
"You know that time you piled on weight? You went to see that hypnotist."
"Yes, still got the tape somewhere. You're suggesting I need it again, aren't you?"
"Well, you do to be honest. But, no. Do you think Emily might use it?"
"Not really. He mentions my name all the way through it to reinforce the suggestions. Anyway it's just a booster, it's not quite the same as the first few sessions I had.'
Anna thought for a while.
"Do you think you could adapt it for Emily? I mean, you write the stuff down as if it was the first session, and read it out to Emily."
"You mean me try to hypnotise her? No it would never work! Emily would never let me anyway ... No. I can't do that."
"But you and Emily are real close. Think about it. She's dead keen to lose weight but she just can't seem to do it."
I kept quiet, but Anna wouldn't let up. We were in bed before she mentioned it again.
"What if I spoke to her? Would you try?"
"OK you win. I'll try to dig out that tape. It might even help me."
I just couldn't get it out of my mind. If I could help her lose weight what else could I make her do?
I went to sleep with an erection.
*****
A few days went by. Anna had spoken to Emily who didn't think I could hypnotise her but would give it a try. I found the audio tape and the old clock/ radio which had a tape player. Rigging that up to the computer and I had a CD. With a pair of headphones on it still worked fine for me - I'd forgotten how relaxing a session could be. That and some research on the 'net and I had a script.
"OK, I'm ready." I told Emily. She giggled. "You have to at least believe it might work," I said. "And you have to trust me."
Anna thought we needed some space ... and she had gossip to catch up on, leaving Emily with me. I lit a large single candle.
"OK, Emily, just get comfortable. Take a deep breath and watch the candle flicker. Watch the flame flicker differently every time. Watch it Emily ... making your eyes so tired, so sleepy ...
I thought at first Emily was just looking rather bored, watching the flame just to please me. Then she started to blink, eyes drooped,
"... Can't keep them open any more. Sooo relaxed sooo tired, sleepy eyes, tired, sleepy, relaxed ..."
Bit by bit it was obvious she was trying to keep awake but just couldn't. I continued with the script.
"... deeply deeply hypnotised ... you only hear me, Emily ... do everything I say ... everything. Without question ... do you understand Emily?"
A very sleepy reply, "Yes, understand, everything you say, can't resist."
I needed to check if she would respond, if she would do something simple.
"When you come home from school tomorrow Emily you will not watch TV. You will start revision. You will remember every word, Emily, every single word. You will pass all your exams easily. Do you understand Emily?"
"Understand ... revise ... no TV ... pass exams"
"When I come in, you will come and hug me, kiss me on the cheek, tell me how well you are revising. You will be happy. Then I will put my hands on your bottom and leave them there. On your bottom, Emily, but you won't notice. You won't tell me off. Do you understand, Emily?"
"Understand. Hug you, love you, not say anything."
"Now Emily as I count from 5 to 1 you'll wake up. You'll not remember you've been hypnotised, you'll not remember anything that's been said but you will do everything I've told you. Whenever I light the candle and say 'sleep' you'll be deeply hypnotised."
"2, relaxed and refreshed ...1, wake up."
"Why did you light the candle, daddy? When you are you going to hypnotise me?"
"I guess it didn't work sweetheart. Maybe we'll try tomorrow."
*****
When I arrived home to following day Emily was still reading her school books. As soon as she saw me she grinned,
"Hey daddy, you're home." Big hug, big kiss. I put my hands firmly on her bottom, pulled her to me ... paused ... paused some more.
"I've been revising a lot. Gotta go daddy, lots to read, lots to remember."
Over dinner I smiled to Anna. We're going to have our second session later.
*****
Candle lit. "Sleep."
This time Emily was out like a light. As per the internet suggestions I successfully tried to deepen the trance.
"Your tummy is shrinking a little bit each day. Smaller and smaller. It doesn't need as much food to fill it. Tummy smaller ... eat less each day. You will not feel hungry."
"Yes daddy, smaller tummy, eat less."
"When I come home tomorrow you'll hug me like you do your boyfriend. Press your hips real close and kiss me like your boyfriend. When I put my hands on your bottom under your skirt you won't notice. My hands, underneath your skirt will feel very sexy, though you won't know why. It will feel just like your boyfriend is touching, but as soon as I let go, you won't remember what happened and you will object if I touch there again. You'll just feel very sexy."
I figured that as her boyfriend was away from home at the moment she might be missing him.
"Understand ... kiss daddy, feel sexy."
"Emily. Do you believe in angels?"
"Yes daddy. They guard over people."
"Will angels do anything you ask them?"
"If it's a good thing daddy, 'course they will."
"When I say the word 'Dream' your own personal angel will come to you. You can whisper 'Touch' and she will tickle you on your panties and it will feel really nice. But only if you want her to. Do you understand?"
I was giving Emily the choice.
"Yes daddy.'Dream' - Angel comes.'Touch' - Angel touches me."
"Touches where?"
"On my panties ... feels nice."
"When she touches you, lift your skirt and point. Just point, not touch. She will tickle you wherever you wish and it will feel very sexy, very nice. If you want her to tickle harder, whisper 'more', tickle lighter, say 'less'. If you want her to go inside your panties, pull them to one side and whisper 'inside'.
