“Amber… are you sure this is a good idea?” Zoe nervously runs her hands up and down her thighs, her eyes darting between myself and the object of her anxiety. “I’m, um, a little scared.”

“Scared?” I turn my attention from the tangled welter of cables and cords I’ve been attending to, repositioning my glasses to my forehead. “Babe, this was your idea. What are you scared about? You can trust me, c’mon.” That was mostly true — she had indeed been the one to request my assistance, although I can't deny having potentially planted certain ‘insecurities’ into my adorable charge during particularly intimate moments. It was just so much fun to tease her; to watch her squirm and squeak under my proverbial (and literal) hand.

She grits her teeth and blushes, her hands wringing together at my nonchalance. “O-of course I trust you! I love you! I just… this is my brain we're talking about, y'know? Just tampering with it seems…” She makes vague gestures with her hands, seemingly attempting to conjure the right words from some mystical realm. “Bad? Wrong? I don't know, is that weird?”

I abandon my task of untangling the mess under my desk with a roll of my eyes, returning to Zoe’s side at the foot of our bed. “Listen… I've done this before, right? I've told you about my-”

“Your exes, yeah,” she interrupts with a pout. “Don’t bring them up now, right before we…” She trails off, likely descending into a jealous spiral — I had been intending to discuss my past platonic delves into the field of hypnotism, but it would seem that her mind has been elsewhere. She's always had a tendency towards that sort of jealousy: perhaps another aspect of her to be remedied. Although a tinge of protectiveness does have its charms…

“Babe… am I dating them now, or am I dating you?” I place my finger to her chest, to which she gently giggles. It will never cease to astound me how easy she is to please — it will no doubt make my job much easier.

“Hehe, me…” She takes a deep breath, before giving an affirming nod. “O-okay, let's do it. But you can only change the thing we talked about, okay? I'm trusting you.” Her smile wavers as she adds that final part, and I return a warm grin. She really trusts me, doesn't she?

“Of course. And what, exactly, would that be?” I tease, placing my arm around her shoulder as I pull her close.

“H-hey!” Zoe stammers, her beautiful olive skin suffusing with that familiar, wonderful red tinge. “Come on, don't make me say it out loud…” She places her hands against my chest and lightly attempts to push herself away, but my grip remains firm and she submits to my hold.

“Zoe, my dear, how do you intend for me to fix a problem if you don't tell me what it is? You can use your big girl words, can't you?”

“You’re such a bully…” She buries her head into my chest, silently brooding. “But fine… I, um, want you to make me think that I'm, uh, bigger than I actually am… down there…”

“Oh, I remember now,” I tease, finally releasing her from my grasp as I return to my computer. “Yes, it was troubles with self-confidence about the size, correct?”

“I-I’m confident!” she lies, folding her arms as if to assert the truth of her statement. “I’ll have you know that I'm only slightly below the average even after shrinkage! Besides, even if I was… small… Size doesn't matter anyway!”

“Oh, yes, my mistake.” I giggle at her insistence, typing a few lines into the command prompt which brings forth a series of further command windows as well as a very rudimentary graphics interface. ‘SoMNIA’ was printed in a large illegally downloaded font across the top of the window, along with several other labelled text entry boxes. They were, of course, entirely for show: all of the programming was hard-coded for the express purpose of being used tonight. Zoe didn't need to know that, though — it was better to have her believe I could do anything to that impressionable little brain of hers. “Now, how much bigger do you want to believe you are, exactly?”

“You don't have to roleplay like you're a scientist, I already believe this is going to work.” I spin around in my swivel chair, a frown on my face. “But… I guess we can if you want to, ha…” I smile and turn back around. “I guess I would want to be… six- no, six and a half inches!” My eyebrows raise at her requested size, and wonder whether perhaps she's been watching a bit too much porn.

“Quite a size,” I comment. “You’ll never remember you were anything but six and a half inches long, then.” Regardless of my opinions on her choice, I place the number into the command prompt and press ‘ENTER’. Immediately, the small command prompt is flooded with hundreds and thousands of individual commands, each working in tandem to produce the final result. Eventually, the speakers emit a low exciting hum — the process is complete. Closing out the program, I now find a newly generated video file on my desktop: ‘conf_boost.mkv’.

“It’s a video?” Zoe leans over my shoulder, apparently having stood from her place on our bed. “How does a video affect my brain?”

I smile at her question, pulling up a diagram of the brain as I begin to explain. “Like all visual information, the contents of the videos are carried from your eyes to the visual cortex.” She nods, although I can tell I have already lost her even with this vastly dumbed-down explanation. “SoMNIA uses an evolutionary quirk of this pathway to alter the biological activity in the limbic system and the frontal lobes by-”

“A-actually, don't tell me!” Zoe covers her face with her hands, anxiously looking away from the screen. Cute. “I think this is just scaring me more, thinking about stuff happening to my brain. I don't want to know how it works, I think…”

“That’s okay, angel,” I coo as I gently stroke her trembling arm. “Just relax and let me take care of it, okay?” I don't even need to look at her to tell the shade of her face, and she quickly retreats back to the bed. “Good girl.” That should incapacitate her for the moment. I can faintly hear squealing and giggling from behind me, but my focus is entirely on figuring out which way an HDMI cable goes into my computer. Eventually, I manage to complete the insertion, and our bedroom TV comes to life with a mirrored display of my monitor. “There we go.”

“Why do we need a screen that big?” Zoe asks, seemingly having recovered from her episode. “And won't the video, um, affect you…?

“Does the size intimidate you?” I tease, opening the video file. She slightly frowns and I giggle at her adorable reaction. “Sorry, sorry. It's just easier to watch from the bed using a bigger screen, right? And don't worry about me, the video is personalized just for my lucky lady.”

“Oh, okay, yeah. That makes sense. Sorry, I'm asking stupid questions…”

“Hey, it's okay.” I sit next to her, wireless mouse in hand as I prepare for the main event. “You’re allowed to be a little nervous. Besides, I think it's cute when you're curious.” She doesn't respond, but I can tell that it pleased her. “Are you ready, angel?”

“Y-yeah, she mutters, leaning her head into my arm as she clings on tight. “You can play the video now, I guess.”

I smile, and click play. Immediately, the entire room is engulfed by a kaleidoscopic blast of colours best comparable to TV static. There is no sound besides my own laboured breathing, with even Zoe’s already gentle respirations being inaudible. I look to my side, and see my beautiful girlfriend transfixed by the overstimulating lights, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes unblinking — she is still breathing, though. “Good girl, just let it all in,” I whisper, as I gently run my hand through her strawberry blonde locks. Seeing her not constantly fiddling with something or glancing around anxiously is a very welcome sight. Like this, she looks so vulnerable; she's so lucky to have someone like me. 

After a minute of interrupted stimulation, the screen fades to black as the video concludes. Zoe’s eyes remain vacant, staring off into the abyssal darkness of the LCD display. I don't dare to move and disrupt the information integration process, instead allowing her to rest against my side.

“W-wh?” She slurs out, her eyes finally blinking as her pupils refocus on the barely lit bedrooms. “Amber?”

“Yes, Zoe?” I answer, my hands still playing with her hair. “Is something the matter?” I can't help but feel a smug satisfaction at her confusion; she's completely and utterly clueless.

“What, um… w-what were we doing just now? I can't seem to remember. I try to think about it and my head gets all fuzzy and weird and-”

“Shh.” I place my finger to her lips, as I stare into her still slightly stunned eyes. “We were just about to get ready for bed, remember? You wanted to spend some time together, right?”

“Oh!” She quickly blushes and breaks eye contact — I’m glad to see her timidness was unaffected… for now. “I-I would like that… Do you want me to get ready for you? Y'know… to do our usual stuff?”

“Hmm…” I pretend to contemplate her offer with a finger to my chin before ultimately shaking my head. “I was thinking we could maybe do something different this time. How does that sound?”

Her ears seem to perk up at the mention of ‘different’, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Yeah!! I mean, um, I'd like that! Whatever you wanna do!” I stifle a giggle at her eagerness; she's so excited despite not knowing what plans were in store.

“I’m glad. Tonight… you're going to take the lead. I want you to make me feel really special, okay? Can you do that?”

“What?!” The idea seems to surprise her just as much as it had when I proposed it in the past. “You want me to t-top? I-I don't know Amber, I don't really-” She pauses for a moment, as though attempting to grasp for a word or phrase that no longer exists. I smile — she can't exactly use the ‘too small’ excuse now, can she? “Hm… Well, I-I guess I could try it if you really want me to, but I'll have to be really careful. I don't want to hurt you, after all.”

My composure nearly breaks at her genuine concern, but I manage to pull it together. “I know you've hesitated in the past to take charge because of your size, but I trust you, okay? I'll tell you if you hurt me.”

“O-okay! Um… what should we-” She pauses, realizing her predicament.

“What was that?” I scoot closer to her, running my hand down her cheek as she grows even more flustered. “Were you going to ask me what we’re going to do? Don't tell me you're giving up already.”

“N-no, I'm not!” She seems genuinely a little annoyed at my teasing — it would seem that her newfound size has come with some degree of confidence. “I’m going to make you feel really good, okay?!”

“Okay,” I saw with a doubtful tone as I lay myself down on the bed. I tactfully spread my legs, revealing the bulge that has grown in my panties. “Since it's your first time doing it like this, I'm going to give you a free pass. You can do anything you want to me.”

“A-anyth-” The word seems to catch in her throat, and she takes a moment to regain her fragile composure. “Are you sure that's okay?” I give her a curt nod, already growing slightly frustrated at her reluctance. “O-okay.” She joins me on the bed, crawling next to me. Her arms embrace me for a moment, before her hands begin to wander to my breasts.

“Right for my tits, angel? I knew you must have been eyeing them for a reason.” My comments are inane and childish and completely out of character for me, but I know that they're the exact sort of thing that will rile her up. I want to make her snap. “You’re a real pervert, aren't you?”

“No! I'm not a-” She coughs loudly to interrupt herself, her face resetting to a flat affect. “I-I mean, I just couldn't help thinking about holding you down and h-h-having my way with you.”

Although she had said it rather weakly, I found myself impressed with her words. “You’re learning quite quickly, aren't you?” I tease as she gently gropes and prods at my clothed breasts. “You must have had dreams about this day, right? I'm sure you've cooked up all sorts of lines to get me all hot and bothered.”

I can see her face twitch at my comments, and her eyebrows furrow slightly, but she refuses to take the bait. Instead, she begins to quickly and fluidly unbutton my blouse with uncharacteristic determination.

“Aww, not going to speak to your beautiful girlfriend?” I feel white hot shame spread through my body as I recite the lines I’ve gathered from the more unsavoury comics Zoe reads when she thinks I'm not looking. I can't believe I'm having to debase myself like this, yet I also can't deny its efficacy — it's really getting to her. “Am I just a slab of meat to you, Zoe? C'mon, say something.”

“...S-shut up,” she mutters, her teeth grinding together as she finally manages to remove my blouse, revealing my two rather sizable breasts. “You weren't even wearing a bra…?” I smile at her, loving the envious leer she's giving my body. Although she's never said as much, it’s obvious to everyone that she suffers from a severe case of breast envy. I’ve always preferred her two perky mounds, but she refuses to hear anything of the sort — perhaps that would be another fun thing to alter. “S-slut.”

“Ah,~” I quietly moan as she forcefully grabs a breast with each hand as though she's never laid eyes on them before. “So rough, Zoe… Not at all like the meek, obedient girlfriend I know.”

“...Fuck you…” She whispers, perhaps believing I wouldn't be able to hear it.

“Hmm?” I raise my eyebrows, a smug smile on my face as it is nearly pressed against hers. “What was that, my love?”

She freezes for a moment, but doesn't allow for the moment to pass without a retort. “I s-said that I wanna fuck you now.”

“Well, I did say you could do anything, didn't I? I just never expected a girl like you to exploit my charitable offer like that. How depraved.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?” She asks in a slightly louder, husky voice. I can't speak as to why, but I feel my heart skip a beat at the sudden change. She reaches down and fumbles with my dress before eventually pulling it down over my ankles.

“W-who can say?” I say with a shrug. She sits up and positions herself between my legs — in this position, I can clearly see the sexual frustration on both her face as well as in other areas. “You’re so big and hard,” I say with a smirk. “I hope you don't end up totally ruining me with that bitch-breaker cock of yours.”

“W-well maybe I will!” She quickly removes her own pair of pants, revealing an abnormally cute pair of panties emblazoned with bunnies which sport a small protrusion from within. “Well? Bet you're regretting teasing me now, h-huh?”

“Oh nooo,” I say with a smirk. “It might be a huge cock, but it's attached to a pretty pathetic girl, so forgive me for not being too concerned.” Her hands are clenched in fists of rage, and I can tell that she's reached her breaking point by the characteristic ‘tch’ noise she's making. “Well? Are you gonna do something or just sit th-”

“Tch! Shut the fuck up!” Quickly ripping off her adorable underwear, Zoe reveals her prized penis which is, in her mind, a thick womb-buster that could wreck any woman she wants to. In reality, however, what twitches before me is my beloved girlfriend's three-incher (or her ‘three and one third inches long cock’, as she always clarifies whenever I tease her about it). It seems to writhe as though begging to be inserted, and I can only smile as she continues to speak. “I’m sick of you teasing me, s-so I'm not going gentle! You're gonna take all of my fat g-girldick!”

I wince slightly at her poor attempt at dirty talk, although I can't pretend my own repertoire was much to write home about. That says more about her taste in erotica than anything else, though. “W-wait!” I raise my hands, attempting the best impression of fear I can muster. “I’m sorry, please don't!” She seems to actually pause for a moment as though considering whether she should indeed stop, but a well-timed giggle serves to push her forward.

“Nghhh!~ Shut up, shut up!” She leans forward, roughly pulling down my more plain panties. I don't attempt to cover myself, allowing my own sizable package to flop helplessly against the soft bedsheets. “You talk so much shit, but look at how small you are compared to me!” She begins to frot her erect penis against my own, which still manages to out-compete hers by a not insignificant margin even while only semi-erect. “It’s basically useless…” I'm stunned speechless by the unexplainably erotic sight of her rubbing herself against me, all the while unaware of how outmatched she is. My own cock begins to twitch as it comes to life, standing tall and towering over her micro-dick. “It’s about time you asked me to top. You should have started w-worshipping my cock a long time ago.”

“Hehe,” I giggle (genuinely this time), which only serves to infuriate her further. “Well, don't let me stop you. Come claim me, angel.” I had, of course, already pre-applied lubrication for this express exercise, as I don't imagine Zoe’s in a mental state to be considering things such as preparation. She wants me now.

She leans forward, awkwardly pressing her body against my own as she attempts to navigate her erect cock to the entrance of my ass. “S-shit,” she mutters, although she doesn't have any comment when I gently lead her to the proper entrance. “G-get ready…” I smile gently, and she begins to thrust.

Her movements are incredibly jerky and uncoordinated, but she doesn't seem to notice nor care. Her size means that she barely penetrates me at all, even in this missionary position, but I don't mention it. “Ah, it's so big!” I moan, her face contorting into a satisfied sneer. “I-I’m sorry for teasing you, I can't take it! Y-your cock is going to drive me crazy!”

Despite the cringy nature of the porn dialogue, Zoe seems encouraged by my proclamations. “Y-yeah, that's right! Take it all! You're not going to tease me anymore! We're going to fuck like this every day u-until you get pregnant!” My eyebrow raises at the revelation of her new fetish — I hadn't included any new kinks in the hypnotic command, so this was all her. I attempt to regain my composure, taking note of this new detail for later teasing. For now, though, perhaps it would be okay to indulge her.

“Ah, with a cock like this you'll get me pregnant for sure!” I'm certain it's just the endorphins, but I've found myself somewhat enjoying the exchange of cheesy dialogue between us. Zoe seems to enjoy it too, as I can feel her twitching inside me with each new word.

“Fuck, you're so tight…” I smile at her words — this is the first time she's ever been inside me, isn't it? Cute. “I-I love you, Amber.”

“What?” I’m a little taken aback by the sudden proclamation, my face growing genuinely flushed at her words as I try to hide my growing smile with a frustrated frown.

“I love you so much…” She leans forward, placing her lips against mine as she fruitlessly penetrates me with all of her tiny might. Her lips are so soft against mine, and she tastes even better than she normally does. I wonder why? “I’m sorry if it hurts, but you just feel so good… When you tease me, I just can't help myself…”

“What the hell are you even saying!?” I cover my face with my hands, hoping it will protect my sensitive expression from her wanting eyes. “S-shut up, you're making this weird…” While the physical sensation of her penetration is extremely lacking, I nonetheless feel my heart pumping erratically and my skin growing hot under her touch.

“Y-you shut up,” she mutters, although the frustration that previously laced her words have given way to a euphoric bliss. “I-I’m getting close, s-so I'm going to cum inside you!”

“Don’t say that kind of thing out loud! J-just do it!” I can't believe that Zoe of all people has me stuttering, but I can't help repeating her words in my head. ‘I just can't help myself…’ Is this how she feels when I hold her down and tell her how good she’s being? Fuck, I like this. I like this a lot.

“O-okay! Amber, I'm cumming!” With several unceremoniously shallow thrusts, Zoe thrusts as deep as she can manage into me before releasing a few splurts of watery cum inside of me. I moan along with her, and I'm not entirely pretending now even though I can barely feel her. She stays still for a moment before raising her body from my own, staring down into my eyes with uncharacteristic ease. “That… was incredible.”

“It was… good enough,” I mumble, as I quickly push her off of me and onto her side, which she cooperatively allows me to do. “You’re too confident at this size, though. It's… troublesome.”

“Hmm?” Zoe presses her head into my side, still lost in post-orgasm euphoria. “What do you mean, this size? I-”

I quickly reach for my mouse, pressing play on the same video that initiated this whole ordeal. I sit myself and Zoe up in the bed, her eyes glazing over again as I allow her to lean on me once again. “You won't remember this part, so…” I lean my head against hers as I allow myself to enjoy the lightshow. “That was… really cute. I had a good time, and I know you did as well.” She, of course, doesn't respond, and I can't help but feel a bit hollow. Teasing isn't any fun if she doesn't get into her usual bashful fits. “But… I don't think we'll do this again. Not this way, at the very least. I guess I just prefer normal Zoe.”

“Well, I prefer normal Amber.” I'm startled by the sudden voice, and I turn to my incredibly smug partner pressing her face into my arm.

“W-what?! How long have you been conscious?” I pause for a moment. “How much of that did you hear?”

“How much of what did I hear?” She gives me a coy smile. “I’m n-not sure I heard anything.” I frown at her, and her smug facade quickly falls apart. “I only heard the last part… but I'm okay with that.”

“Hmm.” I pause for a moment, wrapping my arm around her. “Do you want to do that again?”

“W-what?! Um. I don't know, it was kinda fun but it felt really weird and-”

“No SoMNIA.” I can't even look her in the eyes as I suggest it — what has that experience done to me?

“Oh? …Oh!” She wraps her arms around me in turn, and lets out an adorable squeak. “Yeah, I do!!! Just don't be so mean, okay? Six inch Zoe could take it, but three inch Zoe is fragile…”

“Three and one third inch Zoe,” I correct.

“S-shut up!” She punches my arm, and I don't even attempt to dodge it. “Oh, and, um… can you do that roleplay stuff again? It was… I liked it.”

“Anything for you.” I take hold of my mouse for the final time that night, quickly navigating to the desktop before shutting the entire PC off. “Now fuck me again.”

“I never thought I'd get to hear you say that!”