Hypnotherapy V

Note: This is a story-prompt for Heathen.

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Jake was panicking.

It took a little while for him to gather his composure enough to recognize the neighborhood he had wandered into. It was a long walk back to his place, but he did have a friend who lived thereby. A few minutes later, Jake found himself in a familiar apartment building, knocking at a door.

Mike’s eyes lit up when he answered. “You came!” he said, his smile gradually falling as he became fixated. Perhaps he was intrigued by Jake’s choice of wardrobe, or maybe he was just noticing Jake’s substantial amount of growth since the night before.

Jake fidgeted, glancing around the dark hall. “Can I come in?”

Mike snapped out of his reverie. “Yeah, of course,” he said, stepping back to allow Jake entrance into his apartment. “What’s up?”

“It’s been a…weird night,” Jake responded, his face hot. He tugged awkwardly at the shirt truly straining to contain his jugs. “Er, any chance I can borrow some clothes?”

Mike looked stumped for a moment, but then something registered in his eyes. “My sister was here over the weekend. She left some of her things. I mean, she’s not like you, but she’s kinda chubby. Maybe something will fit.”

Jake nodded, honestly willing to try anything at that moment. His tits were close to popping right out and he didn’t think he could handle the embarrassment of that happening.

Mike left the room for a few moments, returning shortly with a stack of clothing. He handed them over to Jake as he resumed staring at Jake’s outrageous body.

“Thanks,” said Jake, awkwardly navigating around Mike to make his way to the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it behind him, then leaned heavily on the sink, inhaling deeply.

Jake looked at his reflection in the mirror.

His appearance had gotten so strangely…feminine. His lips were pink, plump, and shining, as though he was wearing lip gloss even though he certainly wasn’t. His face was hairless, and looked softer somehow. Even his lashes appeared longer, his eyes looking big and girlish in a way he couldn’t explain.

God, what was happening to him? Jake looked away from the mirror, his hands moving to untie his waistband, but then straying. They trailed along his thighs which were thick and plump. He felt so flustered and dizzy, his body seeming to be pulsating. Before he knew what he was doing, he was leaning back against the counter, grinding his fat ass against it as he moaned in pleasure.

There was a knock on the door. “Everything okay in there?” Mike called.

Jake’s eyes fluttered open. He quickly pushed himself away from the counter. “I’ll be right out,” he called as he fumbled to get changed, first peeling away his straining shirt and pants, then starting to pull on the clothes Mike had given him. Jake crammed his body into a tank top and some leggings.

It wasn’t ideal. They were women’s clothes, but at least they sort of fit him. The tank was long and stretchy, fitting him tightly while showing off a generous portion of cleavage over the box neckline. The leggings were equally tight, but Jake was just grateful that it pulled all the way up his ass.

Jake came out of the bathroom, feeling a little jittery. Mike was waiting for him in the living with a tequila bottle.

“You look like you could use a drink,” said Mike as he handed Jake a full shot glass.

Jake wasn’t about to disagree. “Thanks,” he rasped as he downed the shot, not waiting for Mike to join.

Mike chuckled then drank his own shot. He refilled both her glasses. Jake sighed and leaned back on the wall, his body starting to relax under the influence of the liquor. “Cheers,” he said, then both he and Mike downed their second shots.

Mike gave a satisfied hiss as he lowered his glass to the coffee table, a grin spreading over his face. “I’m not gonna lie Jakey-boy, I think you look great like this,” he said as he stepped closer. He put a friendly hand on Jake’s shoulder, idly stroking it with his fingers. “What made you decide to do all this?” Mike motioned to Jake’s body with his free hand.

Jake blushed. “No I, I didn’t…”

“You can tell me. Come on man, we’re buddies.” Mike was only getting closer, his hand creeping down to Jake’s waist.

Jake was breathing thinly, his skin hot and sweaty. He was mildly disgusted that Mike was into him. Mike was one of his friends, after all. They were bros. At the same time, Jake’s body was betraying him, his pulse speeding up in his dick grew achingly hard in the tight leggings he was crammed into.

He didn’t know why the attention turned him on so much. God, his tits felt so tight at that moment. He arched and groaned, his nipples distending. “Nnnnghhhh…” His boobs heaved. No, they were swelling. They trembled as they grew, grew enough to start pressing into Mike’s chest, and it felt fucking amazing. Jake moaned, clutching the sides of the mounds. They were starting resemble basketballs. What the hell was happening to him?

“Fuck, man,” Mike whispered in disbelief, his gaze glued to Jake’s globes.

“I – I have to go,” Jake stammered, before somehow squeezing out from between Mike and the wall, and stumbling towards the door.

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