Unethical Instructions

A Smuthunter Story

Part 1: A Quarterback Deprogrammed

“Professor Armstrong, thank you…”

Jake’s voice trailed off as the woman he was speaking to raised a single finger in the air. “Please young man, it is Doctor Armstrong, and this is no trouble, have a seat.”

He’d never taken any classes with Dr. Armstrong, having been actively guided away from her courses by some of the upperclassmen on the football team. Her psychology courses were not what anyone would call a blow-off class, and even though he wasn’t just interested in easy classes and coasting through his higher education he also wasn’t interested in hard classes either.

“As I understand it, you’ve found yourself compromised psychologically by a co-ed? That you feel she has a mental grip on you, is that correct?”

As he sat back in the recliner, his body automatically did what anyone did when they sat in a chair like that; he found something very comforting in her very matter of fact voice.

It also didn’t sound like she thought he was crazy, which was nice, because he felt more than a little crazy.

“Yeah. I uh, she, I don’t know. She starts talking to me and my brain just sort of goes haywire.”

It had been about two weeks since Sally had come into his life, and even though things had gotten better in his math class thanks to her, whatever she was doing to him was making other things worse.

“And,” Dr. Armstrong’s jet black hair was up in a tight bun and she was wearing a very conservative gray skirt and blazer. Which, honestly, was a bit disappointing because he could tell she was hot, “what else does she do?”

As she spoke, he felt her gaze look through him. She had high cheekbones and a sharp chin; she was almost the complete stereotypical embodiment of the sexy librarian. Her tone and her stare told him there was no reason not to be direct or completely honest, and he realized he wasn’t here to dress things up or dance around things anyway.

“She, um, well…” it was still weird to say out loud “…she shows me her cleavage and she calls me a chubby chaser.”

Saying those words out loud made him feel a little weird, like he could remember the way she sounded saying them. It made him feel light and disconnected, but the sound of her even keeled voice brought him back to earth.

“I see.” She wasn’t writing anything down and her dark green eyes were piercing into him. Her face was a blank slate, stoic, neither approving of his candor or disapproving of his circumstances.

“Now tell me Jake, can you recall what else she does to you?” her voice was so even and strangely forceful that he realized he couldn’t keep eye contact with her. His eyes drifted down and he noticed again the swell of her chest, but he didn’t linger.

“You may find it easier to remember if you close your eyes now Jake. It may make you feel more comfortable. Sometimes the idea of saying something to no one is easier than trying to say nothing to someone. When we feel vulnerable, whenever we have an emotional peak we often times try to downplay or devalue our feelings so they can be a conversational commodity and not a piece of ourselves.”

As she spoke, he did close his eyes, and it did feel more comfortable. But despite the physical response to closing his eyes and almost automatically reclining more in the chair, it had nothing to do with the even, almost boring sound of her voice.

“She, she had sex with me. She always has sex with me.” It was still embarrassing, but without her impassive personage there in front of his eyes it was easier to say these words out loud to no one, just like she said it would be.

“Now, and please understand that it is very important to be honest with me now, did you enjoy this experience and are you attracted to her?”

“I guess I am, I mean, it’s confusing.” His words started to fall short of his feelings and everything was starting to knot up in his mind.

“I understand. Listen to me now Jacob, take a deep breath in, and as you exhale, let your mind go back to the first moment you saw her. Let your thoughts travel in a straight line through any fog, any unclear moments in your recent past. Imagine yourself, imagine your thoughts as a football, when you throw the ball through the air it passes over the heads of the defensive linemen, and if you have a clear target, if you have an open target, the ball lands exactly where you want it. This is what you can do, and what you are doing with your mind now.”

Jake’s mind followed along with her almost as soon as she said Jacob.

The inflection of her voice, that matter of fact and almost dismissive tone of her speech was illustrating that there was nothing else for Jake in her statements but a series of instructions. The formal use of his full first name, the measured authority it implied only strengthened the directions she gave him.

So, he saw himself in a manner more abstract than he was used to or could have imagined, flying backwards through time to the first moment he saw Sally.

“Tell me when you arrive at the moment Jacob.” Her voice was an anchor of sorts, a means of measuring what was occurring in the past while remaining in the present.

“I’m in the library. She’s kind of pretty, I guess for a heavier girl, not really my type but she has a nice chest.”

“That’s very good Jacob, “ but nothing about her tone reflected the content of her words.

“Stay in this moment for me now and follow along with what I say to you. I know your type young man, and this is a good thing for you. I know what you like and what you need for yourself. You are an impulsive person sometimes, and you are learning about the limits of what you can and cannot have. You are used to getting what you want because of who you are, and I understand this. But this is very simple, if you do not want something, deep down inside, if you do not desire something, why would you do it if you can do so much of what you do desire. Think of these words and open your eyes for me now Jacob.”

As his eyes opened, he let out a sigh. Something felt lighter inside him.

“I can tell that you’ve realized she cannot make you do anything you do not want to do. However, you have to understand that this young woman Sally, she is a very intuitive and very intelligent young woman. She also understands you and she has used your most basic desires, your most primal male impulses to convince you of what you want. She has conditioned you, through the use of her sexuality and through hypnosis to have this influence over you. But, she was sloppy, and it is easily undone.”

He blinked, “I’m sorry, what now?”

It sort of made sense, but the way she said it with the same level tone and pace like this was the most normal thing in the world only made it sound more crazy.

Dr. Armstrong took off her blazer. She was wearing a long sleeved cream-colored button down blouse. “She has done a haphazard job of teaching you to respond to her post hypnotic suggestions and triggers through the use of sexual pleasure. Tell me, do you have a girlfriend, and do you find her attractive?”

“Yeah, “ he conjured up an image of her in his mind, super fit, dark skinned, she was half Spanish and didn’t look anything like Sally. “Her name’s Mary and she’s, yeah, she’s really attractive.”

As he spoke, he watched her unbutton her cuffs then roll up her sleeves. “Does your girlfriend, on occasion, use sex to convince you to see things her way, and as you were growing up, have you ever felt compelled by a girl or a woman to act a certain way because of the attention they give you. This is a very simple yes or no question.”

“Uh, yeah, yes, I guess.” He stammered a little and found himself watching maybe over-intently as she undid the top two buttons of her blouse.

“You may find it is very warm in here. We often become more relaxed in the heat as it slows our bodies down, and it also tells us on a subconscious level that we are comfortable. You may also realize very naturally that what Sally has done to you is simply a more focused and more aggressive form of manipulation that you have always been exposed to. Honestly, a few girls try this every year. They learn the basics of hypnosis and psychological conditioning, they apply it to their own sensuality and their own natural tools, and they combine it all into one captivating presentation. This does make perfect sense doesn’t it?”

He nodded.

“Now, look at me, please continue to focus all of your attention only on me. I am going to guide you back into trance very quickly and very easily. When you followed my instructions and closed your eyes earlier you slipped very easily into a light trance for me, and now that you understand that, you will be deliberately allow yourself to be hypnotized by me, and you will fall much deeper for me. You will do this because you understand that entering trance for me will allow me to undo what has been done to you. You will do this because you need me to help you.”

Strangely, as her voice continued in its monotone, her hands continued to undo button after button of her blouse until it was completely open.

Dr. Armstrong was wearing a simple white bra.

There were no frills, no lace, no designs, it was pure utility, but the heft of her chest was and the depth of her cleavage was still remarkable.

“Doctor Armstrong, I…”

“Jacob, I understand that my chest is not as large as Sally’s, but I also know you enjoy looking at my breasts. It is simply a part of being a young man, you are drawn to large breasts for many reasons and there is no reason not to stare at them now, as I clearly want you to. Now please stare at my chest and listen to me, until I ask you a direct question. All of this is for your own good, and you know you need my help.”

Something had happened to Jake in the time he had been in her office.

He’d found himself falling into an almost mechanical system of responses to her. It wasn’t like when Sally tugged at his mind and unraveled him, it was simpler and more intuitive. She clearly knew what she was doing and wasn’t fazed by any of this, she was clearly the expert, and just like when it came to following the coaches and his professors instructions he knew he should do as he was told.

“I understand that there is a certain level of mental trepidation on your behalf, “ her voice was still even and certain as she pulled the blouse from her shoulders and sat across from him, her hand guiding his eyes back down to her deep cleavage. “There isn’t anything wrong with that feeling, I am an attractive and powerful woman and right now I am using my sexual charisma and authority to manipulate you and impose my will on you. I am not doing this for my benefit, unlike what Sally has done to you. I am doing this to show you that my sexual charisma and hypnotic influence are distinctly more effective than hers. It is simply a case of fighting fire with fire.”

As she spoke, she had begun to massage her breasts in her bra, her hands pushing and rolling the flesh of her chest in a steady pattern, one almost as predictably even as her voice.

“Your young eager mind will respond to this approach more easily and more willingly than a more antiseptic deprogramming, and my goal is only to return you to your full faculties and sense of self-control. Look at my breasts Jacob, they are here to help you. Watch them as you would if I were swinging a pocket watch and telling you that you are becoming very sleepy, and watch them as you would an exotic dancer that is compelling you to buy a lap dance, or to give a more generous tip. Your mind knows all of these things, and it will oblige me to do so now won’t it Jacob?”

He’d found the motion of her breasts to be very arousing, and the clean comfortable even cadence of her speech had led him into saying, “Yes Doctor Armstrong” just as reflexively as his cock stiffened at the sight of her chest.

“You are willingly engaging in this process now because this is what you want to happen. You want to experience the power of my hypnotic influence and my sexual charisma as a means of being freed from another woman’s erotic control over you. This is what is happening, and for that to happen you will simply need to continue to watch my breasts, slip into trance, and become more aroused by what you see. You are already doing all of this for me now Jacob, you do not need to agree, you will simply watch and continue. I am in control now.”

Upon hearing those words Jake’s mind started to feel physically distant, like there was a space between himself and his thoughts that Doctor Armstrong and her breasts were filling.

“Right now your basic hormonal desires for me are leaving you powerless and compelled to do whatever I want you to. The longer you stare at my breasts, the more aroused they make you, the more completely you are surrendering to my influence now. Even as your eyes remain open and fixated on my chest, your mind is surrendering more completely to my influence and my desires.”

Jake let out a sigh of mental and physical relief as he followed her words, the entirety of himself was giving in to her words even easier and more completely than he had been lured into Sally’s control.

“As all of this is simply your natural response to a sexually powerful woman who is a skilled hypnotist, your mind is already progressing deeper and deeper into a profoundly open and receptive trance state simply by your cock becoming more   and more engorged for me. The proof of this is very simple and very easy, as you now know the harder you become the more open and suggestible you are, your hand will move down between your legs for me now.”

Jake blinked once then groaned softly as his hand moved between his legs and unzipped his fly. He found himself slowly masturbating but he understood this was what she wanted him to do, what he knew he was supposed to do.

As he stroked at a steady almost preparatory rhythm, Jake stared with glassy eyes at the sight of Dr. Armstrong’s chest. She was silent for a moment, letting the sight she had created do all the talking.

“That’s very good Jake, you are responding perfectly, just as anyone who has no choice would respond. As you have no control in this situation, you are not responsible for what is happening, I am. You know this is true because of my authority as a doctor, as a woman with irresistible breasts, and as an incredibly skilled hypnotist. You know you have already been compromised by someone less skillful and less sexually charismatic than myself, so your mind automatically recognizes that whatever she could do to you is nothing compared to what I am capable of.”

He nodded slowly as his hand started to pick up its pace.

“I am using my control over you, which is complete and unquestionable, to erase the suggestions that Sally has given you. Even now, as you continue to stare at my chest and watch my breasts bouncing, becoming more and more completely hypnotized by their size and inherently irresistible pull on your body and mind, your are already subconsciously cataloging and collecting every negative suggestion that Sally has given you.”

Jake was groaning softly, pre-cum had started to trickle.

“Your response to the words Chubby Chaser will lose all meaning when you reach orgasm. When you ejaculate, the power of her words will be lost and only her beneficial suggestions like your ability to study more effectively will remain.”

She reached behind her back and unclasped her plain white bra, but did not remove it.

“Further, any emotional dependencies she has hidden in your mind, any feelings and desires she has engineered in your emotional and cognitive thoughts and responses will leave you as you erupt. When you cum for me, when you cum under my command, your ejaculate will carry out all of Sally’s negative suggestions no matter how deeply embedded she has tried to make them. Your body will physically dispel all of her control when you cum for me.”

With that, she slid off her bra and held it out towards Jake.

“Now young man, take this and cover your cock, you will be cumming very soon and you will not make a mess in here.”

His eyes grew wider at the sight of her bare breasts, and he took the bra with a robotic need to comply.

“Look at my bare breasts now and feel their weight overwhelming you,” she cupped her bare breasts and gently squeezed her nipples.

“Nothing can stop you from cumming now, your cock is simply responding as it has been programmed to do, and so is your mind. It is time to cum, time to eject all of Sally’s negative suggestions and obey me now.”

He came with a long low groan, his cum spurting into the bra cup he had mindlessly placed over the head of his cock.

“Very good, now keep stroking until you are fully spent and fully free of Sally’s negative influence on your mind.”

She watched him as his arm slowed and slowed, and his eyes closed.

“Very good, now sleep for me. We are going to have a very short talk now, the first of several that will help you re-frame and reestablish control in your life…”

Part 2: Sally’s New Curriculum

“You probably think you’re very cleaver don’t you?”

Sally felt low.

Even though she had no idea why she was in Dr. Armstrong’s office, no idea why she had been summoned with no room for argument by her favorite professor, she knew she was in trouble.

“You are not the first young woman to experiment with the tools you have been taught how to use in my courses, and you are certainly not the first young woman to wield her own generous endowments to augment the effectiveness of those tools. It is not, I must say, a very original approach.”

Sally felt the blood rush out of her body completely.

“But, it is now without merit or value when done correctly. Unfortunately, you were clumsy and I was left to clean up your mess. I understand that my duty as a professor is to help shape young minds and guide them into success in life, and part of that is mentoring when mistakes are made, but my time is too valuable to be spent undoing the minor disaster you were perpetrating with a particular young man.”

Sally felt like she should say something in her defense, or apologize, or do something, but instead, she noticed that Dr. Armstrong was not wearing a bra and that her cream colored blouse was thin enough to clearly see that.

It was, Sally wasn’t ashamed to admit to herself, an impressive sight. Dr. Armstrong had great tits, they were like MILF-y porn star tits, and she wasn’t above admitting to herself that she was a little jealous. Hers were bigger, and younger, but they were floppier and messier. It came, she knew, from being a bigger girl, and she was still very proud of them, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be jealous.

Especially of those full perfect specimens that were attached to a woman she admired so completely.

“As much as I despise colligate athletics and the practices that accompany them, this school’s football program is an unfortunately vital part of the institution as a whole and your exploits could have had further reaching effects than you considered. Be glad that the two games he has played in since your arrival in his life went as smoothly as they did. But regardless, I have already remedied that and all that truly remains is for us to have this conversation. And no, no one else has been made aware of any of this. That would not be prudent for any party involved.”

Somehow she felt flushed with embarrassment, relieved, and cold all at once. “I, well, um… Thank you Dr. Armstrong?”

“Sally,“ Dr. Armstrong was looking square into her eyes, “you are welcome. Now mind you, if you were not one of my more promising students we would be having a very different conversation. Tell me how you developed this interest in hypnosis for sexual conquest.”

She found herself smiling and almost laughing.

“Well, when we went over it freshman year in 101 I started to think about…”

Dr. Armstrong raised a finger in the air for silence. When she lectured, or held seminar, it was a motion she used frequently. Sally fell silent immediately.

“You thought about the idea of fascination and your mind naturally remembered the influence your chest has always had on certain kinds of young men. Your mind started to wander back to those times when you saw a young man’s eyes widen as he started down into your cleavage, the times you first discovered how to show enough of that cleavage to become more persuasive, or to be treated with a certain kind of preference as though your chest simply compelled these young men to agree with you or treat you a certain way.”

“Your mind searched your memories instantly and easily to capture the images of those young men,” Dr. Armstrong was smiling and her tone was lighter than it had been, sympathetic and supportive as everything she said had hit the nail on the head.

“You saw them and realized that there were times in your life where both deliberately and by accident your large breasts induced a trance state in others, and you begin to wonder about how to use your breasts and what you were learning about formal hypnosis. You craved to create that state you had seen so clearly, the suggestible and disarmed state of mind where it is easier for the subject or the victim if you will, to simply agree with you, to hold power over a mind that is enthralled. It is so compelling to see a pair of eyes becoming heavy and glassy now…”

Sally blinked once, “Dr. Armstrong are you…”

“I am speaking and you are listening Sally, you are listening and following along, and you have always needed to listen to me. Think of those glassy eyes, heavy eyes that want to close for you, remember them, the sight of them and how you crave it, to push them gently into the endless depths of trance, to hold them in your warm and soft sway, to cradle their minds in your words, drifting down, to a place where it is all you can think about, the warmth and softness between your breasts.”

She had been hypnotized before and recognized that her professor was well on her way into putting her into a trance, but something about the older woman’s ability and her stature made it impossible not to concede to what was happening.

“Sally, your hands love the feeling of your own breasts. You love to feel their power, their warmth and their softness. No one understands how powerful they truly are except for you and for me. You can feel them now, their gravity, their mesmerizing aura that compels and attracts the eyes of others, you can feel the power more than anyone, the way they draw in everything now.”

Dr. Armstrong snapped her fingers and Sally realized she was fondling her tits.

“Did I deliberately tell you to touch your breasts, or to obey me?”

Her professor’s tone was even and smug, like she would get in class when proving a point to someone that had finally realized she’d been right all along.

“No, you didn’t. I mean, you alluded to feeling them, and I could feel you leading me down, but no, I don’t think you did. I don’t know.”

It had been easy to answer, it had been easy to take that embarrassed energy and use it to transition back into the mode of being a student. It was, Sally would realize some time later, part of Dr. Armstrong’s mastery of her modality and use of authority.

“And yet, that was what I wanted you to do, that was how I wanted you to feel, and you simply did what I wanted. Direct and complete suggestion is one way of establishing control, but it stands out in the mind and creates conflict. As you know, a person will not accept or maintain a suggestion they do not want to keep or have affected them. But, if the behavior is engineered to be their idea, like the way you can naturally understand this, as you have always been a charismatic young woman and you know how easy it is to draw someone in, or to be drawn into another person’s world, into their voice, into the sense of their attention and their focus, to feel yourself truly indulged in and charmed by another so much so that you lose track of yourself completely when you are with them and say the words I’m a Green Tomato…”

“I’m a green tomato.”

There was a moment of silence as Sally put her hand over her mouth before laughing. She watched as Dr. Armstrong smiled and laughed a small little laugh herself.

“When our subjects minds make up their own minds, then there is nothing for them to fight against. They create the response we want them to have, or they fill in the pattern of events that they think are supposed to unfold, and in that, they lose their agency to resist as they are simply following their own behaviors, behaviors that we cultivate like a gardener would. This is what you want Sally.”

She nodded. “Will you teach me how to do that?”

“To do what Sally?”

‘To, to control people that way?’

“If I asked you if you’ve ever changed someone’s mind just by talking to them you would say yes because we all have Sally. If I asked you to recognize that, and I have seen you do this, that your own strength of personality attracts and compels people, you may not realize it yourself but you would agree with me because you know I am right, and if I told you that you have compelled others to do your will, to agree, and agreement is the strongest form of submission to another person or an idea their can ever be, then you may not think about it in the way you fantasize about your ability to entrance and compel people.”

As she spoke, Dr. Armstrong let her hair down, then took off her glasses. It was not done for dramatic effect, she simply performed the motions as she spoke and kept eye contact with Sally as she did so.

“These fantasies and these memories are, and I am no stranger to them myself, an arousing experience. If I asked you to agree that they fill you with a deep warmth and pleasure, your connection to them may be strong enough to even feel those sensations now as we talk. And were I to ask you to focus on the satisfaction you have felt when you have enthralled a young man with your breasts, to see the look on his face as you use him for your own desires, to remember how hot it makes you to hear him say, or watch him do what you have overtly programmed him to do, you may feel that heat building and building as we speak. And it wouldn’t matter that you were sitting here with me, it wouldn’t matter that you are perfectly still, you could simply look at my chest, my large breasts, and understand that I understand your power even more than you do, and you can hear my words and feel that heat swallowing you up as you continue to stare at my breasts, feeling it building and building now, that you will be consumed with that heat if I undo one button, just one button to show you a glimpse of my cleavage.”

Sally had become hot, her thighs were rubbing together gently and she was staring down at her professor’s fully covered breasts. One button would expose nothing, but she was still biting her lower lip and her body was begging silently for Dr. Armstrong to do it nonetheless.

“But, that would be a direct suggestion that would come and go. Instead, since you understand the inherent power of your own sexual charisma you can leave my office now feeling this way, feeling this aroused and excited about what you truly want to do. And you will simply start to think in a more mature and more complex manner about what you can do and what you want to do. Now, when you get back to your home and start to touch yourself to relieve this excitement, your mind will begin to create new fantasies that you will develop strategies for and ways of implementing. Now, Sally…”

She blinked, her breath hot in her throat and her body tense with desire.

“You will not pursue Jake again until after the season is over, otherwise I will not continue to teach you. And you want to learn more, because you understand that you are learning the first lesson right now. You understand that I think very highly of you and am allowing you to develop an independent study approach for this first part of your developing curriculum of control don’t you?”

Her voice felt lost, like she felt when she was trying to talk right before she was going to cum, “Yes Dr. Armstrong.”

“I know you do Sally. Now, you are dismissed.”

With that, Sally stood up and left.

She didn’t make it home, she immediately ducked into the bathroom and silently finished herself off, her mind spinning with a deeper desire to be subtle.

Part 3: History Erects Itself

“Jake, I’m sorry.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. It had been months since he’d heard that voice, and just as long since he’d really thought of her. His sessions with Dr. Armstrong had helped him understand what he did and didn’t need in his life. They’d only had a few sessions to help him mentally course correct for the rest of the season, and part of that correction was recognizing that he didn’t need casual sex.

“Oh, uh, his Sally.” She was wearing a thick black sweater, a long skirt, and wide black sunglasses. It was bright and chilly and they’d found themselves standing under a tree on campus.

They stood there in the awkward silence.

“It’s just that you’re, no, I’m… no, okay, listen. I’m sorry. I fucked with you and it wasn’t fair and it was selfish. That’s it, I’m sorry, no hard feelings?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d had a weird run in with a girl he slept with, but this was the first time he had a cascade of repressed memories explode in his mind.

“Oh shit,” his voice trembled as the lost reality of a few months ago caught up with him. “You like, you…”

He could see the shame dripping off of her, “I know. I know. It’s just, no, I didn’t walk over to explain; I just wanted to say I’m sorry. And I heard you went to Dr. Armstrong to help you, and I shouldn’t have done what I did to you. I’m just, I am really sorry Jake.”

“Well, I uh… how did you even do that to me? You like, what did you do to me? You like hypnotized me right? That’s…”

She was fidgeting and her head was bowed down, “I know it’s fucked up, I’m sorry. It was just that I’d learned how to do some kinds of manipulation tricks, and you’re you, and it’s like when you see a girl and you think she’s pretty and you use what you’ve got, you know you’re good looking and you’re charming and you play football and you’re irresistible when you add all that up, so I kind of just used what I had which is my boobs and my brains and psychology and hypnosis and I used those to make me irresistible but it’s not okay. And also, I took advantage of you when I was supposed to help you, and I overwhelmed you and confused your mind, and I… no, you don’t want to hear that. What I did was wrong, and I’m sorry.”

“But, how did you even do all that to me?” there was this crush in his head, like two waves smashing together. One was all these memories, and the other was all this baffled curiosity.

“I just, so I hypnotized you, but I sort trick hypnotized you and then when you were in a trance, because a trance state creates a more suggestible state, I pushed your mind in a direction I wanted it to go. Then, I tried to get my hooks in you so I could… oh god, no, listen, it doesn’t matter how or why, I’m just sorry.”

“And, oh… okay, wow, okay. I guess that was the real reason I started seeing Dr. Armstrong right? I guess, oh shit, okay, oh shit listen. So, okay, so I had a few private counseling sessions with her that my buddy Kenny, you know Kenny, he set me up with her to help get you out of my head. I guess she must have, sorry, it’s like there’s all this stuff I’d forgotten and it’s all there now.”

Jake walked a few feet and sat down on a bench, his head in his hands. He’d stopped trying to put the pieces together out loud, and he didn’t look up when Sally sat down next to him, “What you did to me was really fucked up.”

He didn’t look at her when she said, “I know, but if it’s any consolation I didn’t make you do anything at least a part of you didn’t want to do. But, that’s still not okay, especially since I sort of tricked you into wanting things more than you normally would have. I’m just, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

She stood up and walked away.

That night, when Jake closed his eyes to sleep, he found himself thinking about those huge bouncing breasts and the way it felt to bury his face between them. When he started masturbating it felt wonderful, and when he finished he felt a little ashamed of himself, then he fell asleep.

“Hey! Hey Sally, hey!” He’d seen her across the quad and made a point to run over to talk to her. She was wearing another thick sweater, another long skirt, but didn’t have sunglass since it was a darker drearier sort of day. He looked deep into her eyes as he spoke to her.

“I, listen, I was thinking about what you said,” he honestly had been, “and I kind of get it. I mean, I’m this sort of famous guy and that sounds weird and shitty to say out loud but I am, and I know I use that. I know it sort of affects people, and I think, well I guess I get it. You were just, well, super predatory like me. And, I guess, I just wanted to say I respect you for trying to talk to me. I mean, I get it, and thanks.”

It was weird, but it was true. He’d had this moment of self-reflection when he thought about her and him being the same, how everyone just uses the tools they have, and he didn’t hate himself so how could he hate her. Besides, he did remember liking the sex part of it, so he guessed she was right, she didn’t really make him do anything he didn’t at least sort of want to do.

“So you’re not mad?” She was quiet, sort of physically drawn into herself, and it made him feel a little guilty for some reason and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was that she already apologized and was just as embarrassed about all of this as he was.

“No, I’m not. Besides, I passed math after all, and I think you helped me with that.” He’d deliberately turned up the charm to try and make her feel better, and had put a hand on her shoulder.

“But that shit’s crazy, you use your boobs to hypnotize guys?”

She laughed a little, “It’s a little more than that, but yeah.”

“So can you do it without them, or is it like you’ve got magic tits?”

He could tell the jokers were helping her warm up to him a little bit and break the tension, also, he was genuinely interested.

“It’s not really my chest, my boobs just help. It’s my words, and it’s your brain. Not your brain, but the subject’s brain because all hypnosis is really self-hypnosis in most ways that count. Like I said, it’s a trick, and it was a dirty trick.”

They parted ways shortly after that.

When Jake got home he found himself sitting alone in his room thinking.

Thinking about those tits and her voice.

He was remembering some words she would say when he came. Words she would say that would make him hard and horny, that would lock him in on her and those massive tits.

When he came, because he’d started to touch himself again, he remembered what they were.

“So, I can’t really remember what I talked to Dr. Armstrong about, and I told Kenny about it and everything. He said it was natural, that she probably helped me explore my mind and remove any suggestions you left in there. He said sometimes when people are doing memory work like that, things get cloudy.”

They were getting coffee, and it was weird for Jake to be so interested in talking to his, well whatever she was. He didn’t feel weird about what happened anymore, not at least like it had been weird bad, but just that it was ‘weird’ weird.

“That makes sense. But you said you saw her a couple of times?” She was wearing another sweater, but this one was thin and sort of hung off her. She did have great tits. It was hard to notice anything else about her if he was being completely honest.

“Yeah. I asked if I could talk to her, but I guess she’s really busy, and she just told him to tell me that I’d gotten a little unwound, so she just talked me through everything. I guess I didn’t respond well to being brainwashed.”

He made sure to smile and laugh and play it off for what it was, a joke about something serious and a way to say he could laugh about it.

“See, I didn’t even think about how it would affect you. I just thought I’d have you, give you a trigger or two, kind of program you and then I’d just have easy access to the big man on campus’s dick.”

Jake almost spit out his drink, or maybe he’d almost gaged on it. She was smirking at him.

‘This is weird right?” She’d gotten sort of somber all of a sudden.

He wiped his mouth, “Yeah.”

They just sat there.

“So, what’s a trigger, what did you do?” He was trying to play it cool, but part of him just wanted to dive right in to all the details. It had gone from a weird and invasive experience, to a strange occurrence, to compelling in just as many days.

She blushed and didn’t really make eye contact with him, which was good because he was enjoying the way she looked in her top, “It was, I used a phrase to put you in trance and make you feel submissive.”

“Uh, submissive? Like whips and handcuffs” He hadn’t really thought about that.

She laughed this time, “No, well sort of. You see, hypnosis is power exchange, you let someone in your mind and it’s kind of like whips and handcuffs on a base level, but not the same at all. No, it was to tame you, well tame your body, teach you that when you did what I wanted you’d feel good, addicted you to me.”

“What was is? Like, would it be a good idea to tell me? I mean, it wouldn’t work now right?” He might have moved in just a little closer as he asked.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea. You know, just in case. I mean, I don’t think it would work on you, unless you really wanted it to, I mean, you’re really have to want it to work, it would have to be something that was just there in the back of your mind all the time. Like no matter how much progress you made, no matter what Dr. Armstrong did to help you, you’d have to secretly have really wanted it to work and kept it locked in there, deeper in there than anyone realized.”

As she spoke, it looked to him like she also leaned in a little closer.

She paused and took another sip of her drink before continuing.

“I picked this phrase, and I used it on other guys too, guys before you, and it worked really well because it was a dominant phrase and it destroyed their ego. It’s, well, I’m not skinny you know, I’m big, I’m round and I like how I look and who I am, but that doesn’t make me, well, you know. So, I used this phrase for guys who like bigger girls, and it worked really well because it labeled them and undercut a certain way they saw themselves. Do you know what phrase I’m talking about?”

“Chubby chaser?” He spoke the words aloud, then he felt his world fall into emptiness.

Part 4: Passing Grades

“It worked, he did it all to himself… Thank you so much… I know, but you know I couldn’t have done it without you… you’re an amazing teacher Dr. Armstrong, thank you.”

Jake heard the words, followed by the beep of an ended call. He didn’t move, he didn’t know where he would move to even if he did.

Then, his pride took over and he sat up.

“So you were in on it together all along!” He shouted, then he saw her hand move down to the hem of her white tank top and his mind started to float in the creamy softness of her cleavage.

He was half slumped on her couch and he had no memory of how they’d gotten back to her place. She was standing up by the table and had taken off her thin sweater.

“Not at first, and not with you. She did wipe you clean, but she couldn’t do anything for you if you wanted to be taken again. Then, she taught me how to be more creative. My problem the first time was that I was too obvious, too forceful.”

As she spoke, she walked over to sit down next to him. She kept just a little bit of space between them, but Jake felt that she was still too close, like she had directly invaded his personal space on purpose.

That, and her breasts certainly were automatically invading his personal bubble just by being there. It didn’t help matters that she was cupping them again, pressing them together from below.

“But I didn’t really do anything to you this time. All I did was apologize. I even made sure to cover the girls up. You were still looking at them under those big thick sweaters, did you notice?”

“I did,” Jake was surprised at how easily those words came out of this mouth, He was watching the softness bouncing and jiggling and even though he thought he wanted to look away, all he really wanted to do was keep staring.

“And then, you came over to talk to me yesterday. You made a point to come and talk to me, and all I did was apologize didn’t I?” She slid a single breast out of her bra and from under her tank top.

She was holding it in both hands and tracing little circles around her nipple. It was huge, and looked even bigger in her small hands.

“Come on, admit it, you wanted to come talk to me didn’t you?”

Jake realized he desperately wanted to suck on that nipple and his cock had sprung fully to life in his pants.

“I wanted to talk to you.” Again, the words came easily.

“And today, did I say or do anything to you? I wasn’t even showing cleavage, and I didn’t really say anything did I? I mean, I didn’t even say those words, you did didn’t you?”

He knew she was right, but he didn’t want to admit it.

“You’re so quiet, you’re not embraced are you?”

She was still playing with that single huge breast and it was impossible to look away from it. He was thinking about the other one too, remembering how good it felt to see them because it always meant he was going to be fucking, or was fucking.

“You shouldn’t be embraced about what you want, and you were the one who wanted it. You did want it didn’t you? I mean, you must have, you came to talk to me and you said those words and let them effect you.”

She pinched her nipple tenderly and pouted at him as she did so.

“You wanted this to happen Jake, this is what you wanted. You said the words, you let it happen.”

He blinked and felt like he was starting to float. It had happened to him enough by now that he knew what was happening.

“Stop it, I don’t want to…” But he didn’t look away, and he believed deep down inside that she wasn’t able to do anything to him he didn’t want to have happen.

“You can get up and leave any time, you can stop staring at my boobs any time. But if you don’t really want to leave, and I think this is what you really want isn’t it, you’ll just stay where you are and when you realize this is what you want you’ll feel so much better.”

He shifted slightly to rise, but the heaviness between his legs, the swelling in his cock and his balls was like a weight and not once did he manage to look away from that single huge soft creamy breast.

He slumped back slightly and let out a sigh.

“See, I’m not doing anything you don’t want to have happen, and I didn’t even say the words that brought you here did I? And I didn’t even get you here with my girls, we were just talking and you said the words, you let me take you here didn’t you?”

She hadn’t gotten any closer, but it felt like her breasts were smothering him. She still only had the one out and was still almost absent mindedly playing with it, but he knew it was all deliberate, it was all part of some sort of elaborate web he had willingly walked into.

It had to have been willingly, he had to have wanted this to happen, if he didn’t he could have just gotten away. If he hadn’t wanted it, those words wouldn’t have brought him here, and he had said them not her.

God, he was so hard.

“Tell me the truth, tell me you wanted to come here, tell me you want to feel like this.” Her voice was still airy, still sort of whimsically matter of fact, but he could feel an energy coming off of her now that was tangibly sticky, a feeling that she was swallowing him up.

“I do.”

“And what were those words you said? What were the words that make you feel this way?”

He almost said them, he almost just blurted them out, but then he remembered that he was still in control, that all of this was happening because he wanted it to, and he didn’t have to say them.

“Jake, you said them before and they only worked because you wanted them to work deep down inside. If you say them again and they work again, it’s because this is what you want, and you said this is what you want, so you must want them say them for me baby.”

As she spoke this time, she removed her other breast, and as she did he felt a jolt of sexual hunger flash through his body. He was so swollen up down there it felt like he could explode any minute.

“Chubby Chaser.”

He slumped forward as he said the words, his last memory of the moment was his face falling gently into her massive naked breasts.