Hypno Gain - Part 2

 On his next visit, Travis seemed uncomfortable and it wasn’t hard to see why: he was practically spilling out of his clothes at every opportunity. His love handles peaked above a belt that was cinched on its furthest hole, but even that was woefully inadequate and appeared to be painfully cutting into Travis’ girth. When he sat down, he did so slowly and carefully to both avoid extreme discomfort and also to avoid bursting his belt buckle.

His shirt was straining at the sleeves and around his middle. His denim pants were smooth with tightness around the thighs and rear. His neck had disappeared as his chin now spread out to cover the hole of his shirt. It was a wonder how he managed to put on that shirt at all. And of course, there was always a sliver of flesh showing from around his middle; whether it was on the sides, the front, or behind, Travis could never pull down his shirt far enough to cover it all. 

The combined effect was… arousing, to say the least. It had only been a month, but Dr. Gillingham suspected that Travis had put on 30 lbs at least--perhaps closer to 40. Over a pound per day. Travis was certainly easily suggestible.

“So, how have you been?” Dr. Gillingham asked to begin the session.

“Um, okay,” Travis replied. “Work is good, and I’ve been less anxious overall I think, but uh, I don’t think the hypnosis worked…”

“Why do you say that?” Gillingham asked, as though the answer wasn’t already obvious.

“Well, I think I’ve gained a lot of weight in the past month. Actually, I know I have. Some of my clothes don’t fit anymore, and even this outfit feels like it’s on its last legs.”

“Okay, we’ll address that. But first, tell me how you’ve been this past week.” 

Travis went into detail, discussing the events of the week and then the past month. He talked about his feelings, and how he’s been less afraid and anxious overall, but there was still that nagging doubt in the back of his mind that his increasing size was a bad thing. Finally, he reiterated that he wanted to be smaller and wished to try hypnosis again.

“Alright, we can certainly try again. Lie down on the couch and get comfortable,” Gillingham commanded, even though it seemed virtually impossible with what Travis was wearing.

Well. Perhaps this time we’ll fix that, Gillingham thought.

“What I want you to do is just close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice. I want you to feel relaxed and calm. This is a safe space--you can say whatever you want. You can feel whatever you want. If you’re uncomfortable, you can take any action to increase your comfort.” 

Travis immediately reached under his gut to undo his belt. His belly surged forward and undid the top button all on its own, his zipper also falling halfway down. Gillingham smiled and continued. 

“I want you to focus on your eyes, and how heavy they feel. You feel as if in a deep sleep, a deep, comfortable sleep. You feel heavy, and warm, and comfortable. Everything is pleasant and restful. And now you feel like in a dream where you can talk but not wake up. Are you ready?”

“Yes…” Travis said slowly. 

“How much weight did you gain this past month?”

Travis frowned slightly, but answered: “37 pounds.”

“What does that put you at now?” 

“372,” Travis said, confirming Gillingham’s earlier suspicion of his patient’s size. 

“How did you read that number?” 

“I had to use a hand mirror.” Gillingham didn’t understand the reply at first, but then remembered that Travis likely couldn’t see the scale at his current size. He was answering literally due to the hypnosis.

“No, I meant how did realizing you were 372 lbs make you feel?”

“Scared…” Travis replied, a hand subconsciously moving to rub his own belly as though to confirm that yes, it was indeed bigger.

“You don’t want to be scared of your size?” 

“No…” 

“Would you like to be less afraid of your size?” 

“Yes…”

“Okay,” Gillingham replied, deciding that Travis was ready for the next step. “I want you to try something to see if you can be more comfortable with your size to make you less afraid. I want you to take off your shirt.”

Eyes still closed, Travis got up to a seated position and laboriously removed his long-sleeved shirt. It was tough-going as the sleeves needed to be practically rolled up his ham-sized limbs and his head was easily far too fat for the shirt’s neck. Eventually, Travis’ cranium popped through and he pulled his arms free, although the act turned them inside-out. Travis placed the shirt beside him and sat still, eyes shut, unmoving.

Without a shirt on, the extra pounds were even more noticeable. His chest now rested on his belly, which had thickened appreciably and now sat even further on Travis’ lap. Angry red stretch marks surrounded his sides and love handles, which had also grown larger with his widening frame. There were even the beginnings of an extra fold of flab from where his arms connected to his heavy man-tits.   

Dr. Gillingham hadn’t seen them previously, but he could imagine his nipples had grown quite a bit in the past month as well. 

Truly, he was breathtaking. He just needed to realize it.

“I want you to touch your chest and tell me how does it feel?”

Travis did as instructed, bringing a hand up to place it flat against his sternum. “It feels warm,” he said, expression vaguely confused.

“No, not like that--bring your hands up and cup each breast, then squeeze.”

He did so, squeezing them several times. “It feels nice… soft…” 

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It feels… good?”

“Yes, it does,” Gillingham instructed. “You enjoy it. It feels good to play with your meaty man-tits.”

Travis then continued to squeeze and fondle, clearly accepting the suggestion and incorporating it into his psyche without consciously realizing it. 

“Now I want you to reach down and grasp your belly with both hands. Feel how heavy it is, but also how soft and pliable it is. I want you to lift it up and drop it.”

Travis did so, making a distinct “plop” sound as his bulk dropped in his lap. “How did that feel?”

“Weird…”

“Interesting--it feels interesting,” Gillingham corrected before continuing. “Now I want you to run your hands all over your belly--feel how far it stretches, how soft it is, how malleable. How pleasant it is to run your hands across.”

Travis did as commanded and his expression started to turn from vague confusion to pleased contentment. 

“Very good. Your body is large, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s enjoyable. From now on, the sensation that your size gives you will be enjoyable and not frightening. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Travis said, now kneading his belly as though a cat.

“Just like how you eat, you won’t realize when you’re playing with your own body, but you will enjoy it. You will find it pleasurable and enjoyable and never weird of frightening. Now, put your shirt back on.” 

After a moment’s struggle putting on his shirt, Gillingham concluded in the usual way. “When I snap my fingers, you will wake up without any memory of our conversation. You will wake up well-rested as though from a pleasant dream.” 

Travis did, smiling. He thanked Gillingham and left the office, idly playing with his right love handle. He didn’t notice that his shirt was on inside-out.