Hypnosis

Hypnosis Story

“So let me get this straight: you want me to help you lose weight by having me hypnotize you?” The incredulity was clear in Tim’s voice. He’d know Rob for years, and he’d also learned hypnosis as a means of helping his psychotherapy practice, but that was for patients with PTSD. Using it for weight loss seemed so… beneath him.

Rob nodded, his double chin sticking out wider than his nose on the down-stroke. Rob was a big guy - the term ‘morbidly obese’ seemed appropriate - and had always struggled with his weight, both in trying to lose it and just trying to live with it. It must have gotten to the point of desperation if he were to even ask him for help, Tim thought.

Tim had other opinions on the matter. Having been svelte and trim all his life, he saw the benefits of the more robust man and had spent a good deal of his time trying to convince Rob his size wasn’t even that big a deal. He’d even tried to sleep with him once, but the experience had been less than satisfactory for both of them. Rob had kept as much clothes on as he could and turned away even at Tim’s gentlest touch, he was so disgusted with his own body. But he’d always been sweet on him, and those imploring, puppy-dog eyes could convince him to do nearly anything.

Then a thought crossed his mind, and he didn’t even need to be asked twice. “Oh all right, fine. Come by my place after work and I’ll see what I can do.”

Some hours later Rob sat in a chair the middle of Tim’s living room. Rob eyed it with some suspicion, but Tim had assured him it wouldn’t collapse under his bulk.

“So do I just stare at a pocket watch now?” Rob asked, to which Tim only chuckled.

Instead, he dimmed the lights and turned on some light and quiet music atop the sound of a running brook. Tim then came over to the man and explained, “No, not at all. All you’re going to do is relax, close your eyes, and focus on the sound of my voice.”

“OK,” said Rob, closing his eyes and leaning back into the chair. It creaked slightly, which caused him to crack open an eye briefly, but he closed it soon after and rested his hands atop the mound his belly made.

Tim moved to sit down on his couch, crossing his legs as he did so. “I want you to focus your mind on the sound of the music, or the running water, whichever makes you feel more comfortable. Just listen and relax, sinking deeper into your chair. It’s OK to slouch - just relax,” he said, his tone smooth and soothing. He could see Rob visibly relax into his chair and continued in his soothing tones for some time until he was satisfied Rob had reached a more suggestive state. Then, he stood back up and began to slowly walk around the almost-slumbering giant.

“Hypnosis doesn't let me change fundamentals - I can't change who you are,” Tim said quietly, still in his soothing tone. “You've spent your whole life loving food, so I can't just snap my fingers and say now you hate to overeat. What I might be able to do is allow you to enjoy the effects of that overeating.”

He could almost make out the barest twitch of Rob’s brow, as though he were confused even in his meditative state. It was a troubling sign, but it was too late to back out now, so instead, Tim began in a low tone.

“You know your body is a tool for pleasure - your own and everyone else's - and you feel no shame in using your body in any way that feels good. You love the way your tits jiggle as you walk, and how your nipples rub against your t-shirt when they do. You love how big and sensitive your nipples are, how any amount of sustained stimulation to them makes your hard. You love how often that happens just walking down the street.”

Tim eventually circled around back to the front of Rob, and he could see his nipples had hardened at his words, clearly visible against his t-shirt. So far so good, he thought, then remembered a common complaint that Rob made over the course of their friendship.

“You love how if you sit in just the right way, your huge thighs will come together and leave your balls with nowhere to go but further out, tugging your scrotum and making them hang lower and lower when you stand. Even if it means you have to be careful using a toilet to avoid dunking yourself.”

Rob seemed to shift slightly, bringing his wide-set legs together briefly before he splayed them out again, but never opened his eyes. 

Tim continued, “You love how even small movements can make your body wobble and shake, how it stimulates every connected part of you. You love how the fat ring around your chest holds your arms out at an angle, with your knuckles turned forward like a gorilla. You love how your gut always enters a room before you do, and how it forces you to lean back and strut when you walk to maintain balance. You love how your entire torso hangs when you're on all fours, and how it spreads out when you lay down. You love how you take up two seats on an airplane, and how your elbows always rub against your neighbors in a movie theatre. You love to make stupid fat jokes like how you're famine resistant and harder to kidnap.”

Rob’s lips seemed to twitch upward into a small smile, barely perceptible. Tim grinned and continued.

“You love how your belly peeks out from beneath your shirt whenever you lift your arms above your chest. You love using your toes and feet to pick things up off the ground because bending over is too much effort. You love how your belly can be the very best plaything, able to grab a role and absently fondle yourself whenever and wherever you are.”

As if on cue Rob slipped a hand beneath the hem of his t-shirt and began to pinch and knead the roll of fat that spread out on his lap, and continued to do so as Tim went on.

“You love how you take in more food, more air, more space than anyone else. You love how just carrying your weight around gives you a strength that few possess,” Tim said, and Rob shifted again, no longer slouching but sitting up, barrel chest puffed out, an alien pride instilled in him.

“You love belching loud enough to shake the room. You love how your thighs rub against each other when you walk. You love how you can tuck your towel under your belly and it stays there on its own.

“You love how you can stick your finger in your navel all the way up to the knuckle,” he said, and then paused. He could stop here, and maybe it would be enough, but Tim had a better idea. An idea that would create some certainty. And Rob was doing surprisingly well, perhaps it might even work.

“In fact, let’s try it. Take off your shirt,” Tim commanded, and Rob slowly by confidently lifted his shirt up and over his chest and shoulders, his sagging belly and protruding moobs flopping freely. His eyes remained closed, his breathing deep and steady.

“Now try it - stick your finger in your navel,” he said, and Rob did, his finger indeed sinking into the second knuckle.

“How does it feel?” Tim asked.

Rob paused. Then, “Strange. Good?” he offered, the last sounding unsure.

“Yes, it should,” Tim responded. “Imagine what else could fit in there, how good it would feel for that person. Your body is designed to make you feel good, and make others feel good, right?”

“Yes,” Rob said quickly, but Tim wasn’t convinced. It was time to bring out the heavy guns.

“Take off your pants now, Rob.”

He did so, slowly, standing up from the chair, undoing his belt and letting his jeans drop to the floor. “And your underpants,” Tim commanded, and Rob followed the order again, eyes still closed. Then he was completely naked, his garments around his ankles before he stepped out of them, flinging them to the side with his foot.

Tim took a moment to admire his form, undoubtedly obese, but shapely, the fat wrapping his stocky frame like a suit or armor - obviously heaviest on his chest, ass, thighs, and belly, but equally distributed everywhere else. A light coating of hair covered him from head to toe, with his chest, arms, and thighs slightly thicker and his groin a dense forest. His impressively sized nuts did indeed hang low, almost halfway to his knees.

Tim stepped in front of him. It was dangerous to touch him in this state, but necessary to prove his point. He grabbed the lowest part of Rob’s jutting gut just above his genitals as gently as he could and spoke softly.

“Feel this. Feel how soft it is, how supple. Do it now,” he said and took his hands away. Then, almost tentatively, Rob brought his hands to where Tim’s had been and pressed in to feel his own softness.

“It’s soft,” Rob said, slowly rubbing himself.

“That’s right,” Tim said. “Now, I want you to do something you may have never thought to do before. I want you to rub your penis into the part of you that you’re rubbing right now. Do you think you can do that?”

Rob’s face screwed up in a look of confusion, and Tim decided to once again step in to assist him. He grabbed Rob’s modest, flaccid penis and stretched it slightly so the tip just brushed the underside of his belly. He kept going until the confusion left Rob’s face, and more, began to stiffen in Tim’s grasp.

Once fully hard, Rob replaced Tim’s hand in rubbing his erection on the bottom of his belly. Soon he was smearing pre-cum there and breathing more heavily. It was working.

“You love how your stomach hangs just enough that you can reach underneath and rub your cock head on your soft underbelly,” Tim said, although his commands seemed more reminders now to Rob, things he used to know but had forgotten. “Along with the fat surrounding your groin, the inside of your thighs, and your nipples, it’s one of the most highly sensitive parts of you.”

A slight moan escaped Rob’s lips as he stood there, eyes still shut, gently wobbling with each movement of his cock across his belly. Tim ordered him to sit back down in the chair, but not stop his rubbing as he continued with his commands.

“You love how you have to lift your gut out of the way and drape it on their back when you fuck someone. You love how when you're getting fucked on your back your own fat gut wobbling and rubbing against your hard-on is enough to get you off. You love pinning someone against a wall or bed with your bulk, especially when they squirm beneath you.”

Tim paused to admire the fat man slowly jerking himself off on his own belly. He knew what he’d done so far was likely more than enough to ensure Rob never had an unsatisfying sexual experience again, but if he stopped now his encounters may be somewhat lopsided. Time to balance him out.

“You love being fat. But you especially love it when someone loves your fat just as much as you do. You love having your every inch explored, your every depth plumbed, your every fold exposed. You love having someone clamber all over you, like a mountaineer, grabbing all there is to grab. You love it when somebody grabs your belly and gives it a rough shake, making your entire body jiggle.”

“You love it when someone mashes your tits together and fucks them like a woman's,” and without prompting Rob’s free hand went to his chest to push and kneed is moobs, another slight moan escaping him.

“You love it when your soft, naked body is enough to get someone off without any actual insertion. You love having your ass and belly slapped, and seeing how loud a noise it makes. You love having the fat of your groin and belly pushed back when someone goes down on you.

You love having your big low-hangers tugged and pulled."

“The best part is you don't just love doing all this to yourself - you love it when someone else is fat enough you can do it all to them too.”

With that, Rob let out a deep and mournful moan and grabbed the edge of the chair. Tim then knew he’d gone too far, that the last command had actually not been something that Rob had ever wanted. He would have to be forceful for this to take.

“Yes, you love it when someone’s as fat as you. You love it when you bump bellies with one as big as your own. You love mashing against a body as big as yours, that rare feeling of your entire being touching someone else’s rather just small parts of you at a time. You love struggling to mount and be mounted, of bending over to kiss, of not being able to reach all the way around your lover.”

Rob grimaced and clenched his teeth, but his eyes remained closed and his cock remained hard. It was working.

“You love having someone to share clothes with, someone to compete with at belching, someone who eats just as much as you at a buffet.”

Rob’s face still seemed pained, but also tired, as though he were fighting a losing battle. As Tim spoke he could see Rob start to gently grab his love handle, just as before. He only needed a little more.

“You love having someone who sees your body just as you do - for your pleasure and for theirs.”

At that, Rob let out a long sigh, his face relaxing into one of deep contentment. Beneath the swell of his belly, Tim could see him release a veritable flood of precum, soaking the chair and his inner thighs. He’d done it. Now there was only one step remaining.

“As I count backward from 3, you’ll have an orgasm both longer and larger than any you’ve had before. As you cum you’ll forget all about this conversation, but the words will stay with you deep inside your being, now and forever. Are you ready?” A single, slow nod. “Alright: three, two… one.”

Rob’s face once again twisted into a rictus, but this time from overwhelming ecstasy. From his open mouth came a bellowing moan, and he gripped the lower edge of his belly as though for dear life. Then he came, cum shooting several feet from beneath his gut to splatter over the tiled floor. Ropes of jizz kept firing from his buried cock, each one causing Rob’s massive frame to shudder in recoil, every pound of him jiggling like a ringing bell. As he shook his blasts became wild, ropes going in every direction if they didn’t strike his sagging belly or spreading thighs.

Eventually, his spurts trailed off, his shuddering body calmed (although his chest and stomach wobbled for a few moments longer), and Rob’s panting face relaxed into utter satisfaction. His gut, groin, and legs were covered in a surprising amount of semen, as were the chair and the first few feet of the floor in front of it. His grip on his belly softened, and then he began to joyfully knead the soft and doughy flesh.

Tim nodded - a complete success. “And now when I snap my fingers you’ll wake up as though from a very pleasant dream.” A single loud snap and Rob’s eyes fluttered open. He took a single deep inhalation and let it out slowly, bouncing his belly with his hands like a plaything. When the motion caused a definite squelch he pulled his belly back to peer over it and was amazed at what he found.

“Woah. Did I do all this?”

Once again Tim nodded. “You had a lot of pent-up emotion to work out,” he explained. It seemed to satisfy the man even as he dabbed his fingers into the puddle that had collected on the chair. Then he brought back his cum covered hand and slapped it on his belly, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’ve got an idea! How about we order some pizza and then we go for round two, except this time I stay awake for it?”

Tim stepped forward and placed a hand on Rob’s cum-smeared middle, this time not recoiling at the touch, but grinning even wider than before. “That sounds like a fantastic idea,” he said, his hand following the circumference of his stomach until it found Rob’s still hard and leaking cock.