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The Couch - Part Ten |
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By Dirk Vincento
“Have your sleeping habits changed since she left?” Dr. Brandt asked, letting him off the hook for the moment. Brian thought about it for a minute and realized that he had been sleeping better lately. “You know, I’ve been so upset about Gretchen leaving - and Dr. Hasslett going away, too - that I hadn’t even noticed, but now that you mention it, things have improved considerably.” “So if Gretchen was the cause of your insomnia,” Dr. Brandt speculated, “and she’s no longer a part of the picture, then perhaps we can consider that part of your problem solved.” “I guess that’s true,” Brian said smiling, as the idea that his sleeping problems were behind him started to sink in. “What would seem to be important now is that you don’t get yourself into another unhappy relationship that puts you right back where you started. And that brings us to the other area you were apparently discussing with Dr. Hasslett, which is the problem you have controlling your attraction to large breasted women.” Brian gulped. The talk of insomnia had lulled him into a sense of false security, allowing Dr. Brandt’s reference to large breasts to take him completely by surprise. Without thinking, he looked down at her chest. The sight of her full, rounded bosom triggered a familiar chain reaction inside him, starting with a light prickling sensation that quickly spread across his skin, followed by a nervous fluttering in his stomach and a hot flushed feeling in his cheeks, and then culminating in an intense tingling in his groin that tickled his testicles and ran the length of his cock, making it begin to grow as if it had a mind of its own. He kept staring at Dr. Brandt's breasts, mesmerized by their soft curves and their incredible size. His insomnia may have been cured, but it was clear that his obsession with large breasts was alive and well. “What we need to decide is whether or not that’s something you’d like to work on together.” The sound of Dr. Brandt’s voice brought Brian out of his daze long enough for him to find the willpower to look up and meet her gaze. There was no doubt in his mind that she knew where he had been looking, but nothing in her expression let on that she had noticed or cared. “I imagine you’ll want to take some time and think about that,” she continued. “We would have to deal with some very personal issues and getting into those areas is not a decision a person should make lightly. I’m also aware that changing therapists can be an upsetting, sometimes even a traumatic experience. Reading between the lines of his notes, I get the impression you and Dr. Hasslett had a very good relationship. That’s not something we would ever be able to imitate, nor would we want to. If we do decide to work together, we’ll have to establish our own rapport.” Brian was watching Dr. Brandt closely as she spoke, but he had no idea that behind those professional blue eyes, her heart was pounding and her stomach was shaking. She definitely had noticed where he had been looking and the effort it took to show no reaction had been immense. It was as if every battle she had fought and every struggle she had suffered through on account of her huge bosom had been distilled into this one moment. She felt that to stand above every teacher who had propositioned her, every insult, every vicious rumor, every leering gaze, she had to pass this test. So far, she had managed to deal with Brian Peterson purely as a psychiatrist, without having to allude to her own feminine attributes. But as she broached the topic of his obsession, carrying on without making reference to her own ample bosom was becoming more and more awkward and absurd. But she was hanging on because for now she didn’t know what else to do. “Would you like to take some time to think about what you’d like to do?” she asked calmly. From the moment Brian had looked up and seen Amanda Brandt standing in the doorway of her office, there had never been any doubt. “No, I don’t need to think about it,” he said. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to give it a try.” “That sounds fine,” Dr. Brandt said, a sigh of relief running through her whole being. She had passed the first test and it felt good, even if it was only the first of many. “If you see Mrs. McNabb on your way out, she’ll set up an appointment for you for next week.”
3 Brian let himself into his apartment and turned on the light. Everything looked to be just as he left it, but it still felt strange knowing someone had been there. He had already given his notice and the landlord had told him he would be bringing some people by to look at the apartment. Brian had chosen to stay out rather than be home when the prospective tenants came through. He always found those situations an uncomfortable invasion of privacy. He hoped whoever the landlord had brought by tonight had taken the place so that the guided tours could come to an end. Brian had decided to move as soon as he found out that Gretchen was leaving, partly because he really couldn’t afford the rent on his own, but mostly because there were too many memories there. He was still trying to understand the hurt he felt over Gretchen’s departure. He had told himself a thousand times that he should be glad she was gone, but for some reason, it just wouldn’t wash. He wondered if his obsession with big breasts was really so powerful that it could keep him wanting to stay in an abusive, self-destructive relationship. If the longing he felt in his heart was any indication, apparently it was. There were a few dirty dishes in the sink that Brian knew he should do, but instead he decided to go to bed and leave them for the morning. As he got undressed, every step of his nighttime routine seemed to bring another reminder of Gretchen: the empty space in the toothbrush holder, the housecoat that was no longer hanging on the back of the bathroom door. When he got into bed, he found himself listening for the sound of running water before he remembered that it would not come. There would be no soft footsteps padding down the hallway tonight. He wouldn’t get to experience that moment of anticipation as Gretchen stood beside the bed and slid off her housecoat, exposing the huge swell of her breasts beneath her thin nightgown. He tried to appease himself with the fact that there would be no rejection tonight either, but it didn’t help. So he turned out the light, rolled over and went to sleep . . . and dreamed about Amanda Brandt.
4 It was late by the time Amanda arrived home, but that wasn’t unusual. She often worked evenings, trying her best to accommodate the clients who couldn’t get away from their jobs during the day. She took the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and walked down the hall to her apartment, her arms and legs weary from a long day. Inside, her Siamese cat, Tia, was sitting by the door waiting patiently for the loving she craved so badly. Amanda placed her briefcase by the door, bent down and picked her up. The cat pressed its body against her, wrapping its front paws around her neck and letting its rear legs dangle limply with complete trust. Amanda carried her into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She found a small dish of leftover tuna, put it on the floor and placed Tia in front of it. Tia sniffed the tuna and meowed with approval before beginning to nibble at it gingerly. “You deserve that for being such a good girl,” Amanda said, stroking Tia’s back. Tia stopped eating long enough to meow again and then returned to the tuna. Satisfied that her cat was content for the moment, Amanda threw her coat over the back of a chair on her way through the living room and continued into the bedroom. Standing in front of her dresser, removing her earrings, she caught her reflection in the mirror and stopped. The expression on the face she saw had a look of deep loneliness; a loneliness that wanted to rise to the surface but was being held back with great effort. After a moment, her eyes moved slowly from her face to her bosom. The huge, rounded mounds that filled out her sweater were completely out of proportion with the rest of her body. Her tapered waist merely exaggerated the size of her bust, making it stand out even more prominently from her slender frame. While continuing to stare at the image of her chest image of her chest in the mirror, she put the earrings on the dresser and placed her hands on her breasts. The gentle pressure through her sweater made her skin tingle. She slid her hands down over their smooth, endless curves and felt the tingling sensation intensify, until it started to spread down through her abdomen. When her fingers passed over her nipples, she shuddered as a wave of pleasure ran through her. She had known that she would be dealing with her breasts today, having to avoid letting them become an obstacle in the course of practicing her profession. But something else concerning her breasts had happened as well; something that was making her look at them differently, almost as if she was seeing them now for the first time. She pulled herself back before her mind could reach out and touch that something and identify it, instinctively sensing that it was something better left alone. Tia came into the room, licking her lips and looking thoroughly satisfied. “I think your mother’s mind plays tricks on her sometimes,” Amanda said to Tia. The cat jumped up on the bed and rolled over on her back, offering her belly to be rubbed. Her little black face seemed to be smiling at Amanda. “When we get into bed, I’ll give you all the loving you can handle.” Tia meowed impatiently. “Alright, you spoiled little brat,” Amanda said, as she sat on the bed and ran her fingers through Tia’s soft fur. They sat like that for a long time, the room quiet except for the sound of Tia’s purring. When Amanda finally got up and went into the bathroom, Tia jumped off the bed and followed at her heels. She undressed, removed her makeup and put on her nightgown with her cat watching her every move surreptitiously. Once in bed and nightgown with her cat watching her every move surreptitiously. Once in bed and comfortably under the covers, Tia snuggled up beside Amanda, soaking up her love and giving back her own in return. They both drifted off to sleep together, Tia dreaming of Amanda and Amanda dreaming of Brian Peterson.
5 Dr. Brandt’s office had the warm, cozy feel of a private library, like what you would expect to find in a corner room of your grandfather’s house. The walls were lined with books and the large wooden desk looked old in a well used way, rather than like an expensive antique bought from an exclusive dealer. The chairs were soft and comfortable and along one wall, positioned under an arrangement of diplomas, was a big, leather couch. This was Brian’s first chance to really take a look around the office and feel its atmosphere. On his first visit, he had been far too absorbed by the impression his new therapist was making on him to pay any attention to his surroundings. But now, as he waited for Dr. Brandt to join him, he saw the room as if for the first time. He smiled when he saw the couch, both because it was the cliché that had been missing from Dr. Hasslett’s office and because, considering its size, it was hard to believe that he hadn’t noticed it the last time he was here. There was no doubt in his mind that the blazer Dr. Brandt was wearing today, which did quite a bit to hide the all-to-distracting proportions of her breasts, was largely responsible for him being so much more observant today. He glanced over and watched as Amanda finished up at her desk, crossed the room and sat down opposite him. He had been feeling quite proud of the level of self-control he had maintained since arriving and even considered the possibility that he was getting this breast obsession thing under control. None of the involuntary responses that left him feeling helpless and weak had kicked in so far, making him think that he might be able to handle this situation after all. “Alright, I guess we should begin,” Dr. Brandt said, unbuttoning her blazer and crossing her legs. Before Brian knew what was happening, he was watching her jacket fall open and the huge mounds of her bosom come into view. The white blouse she was wearing billowed out from her chest, appearing far too big to have been so well concealed only moments before. The soft outline of her brassiere was just visible through the silky material, giving the gentle suggestion that this businesslike suit was really sensuous lingerie in disguise. The automatic reactions that had seemed so distant until now, arrived in a powerful surge that took his breath away. The flush of his cheeks, the tingling all over his skin, the warm, prickling sensation in his cock, all pounced on him at once, taking hold of him with a force that suggested they might never let go. “Brian?” Unbuttoning her blazer had been a simple act of habit, a motion so quick and mindless that it was done before Amanda had a chance to catch herself. The instant it happened, she was aware of the implications and noticed Brian’s response, but she was still determined to avoid making her own breasts an issue here for as long as possible. “Yes,” Brian answered, sounding a little dazed. Now that she had his attention, she intended to keep it. “I’ve read over the notes from your sessions with Dr. Hasslett and I’d like to start by giving you my impressions and explaining how I would like to proceed.” “Fine,” Brian said. He had managed to look up from Amanda’s bosom, but the enormous bulge of her chest continued to tease him, tickling the edge of his peripheral vision and daring him to venture back into its grasp. The anticipated pleasure of gazing at the soft, rounded curves of her breasts pulled at him like the sweet smell of a Venus Fly Trap that lures its helpless prey into its clutches, where it is quickly devoured. “I believe obsessions like yours tend to originate at a very young age,” Dr. Brandt pushed on valiantly. “Most of the episodes you discussed with Dr. Hasslett are more likely than not symptoms of your fetish rather than the cause.” Brian once again found himself becoming aware of how much more formal her approach was, as compared to Dr. Hasslett’s laid back, friendly style. He tried to focus on the idea, using it to draw his attention away from the overpowering urge that was still trying to temp his eyes back to the vision of mammary bliss that awaited just below his line of sight. It was working for the moment, but he could already feel himself weakening. “I’d like to look back a little further into your childhood and see if there are any episodes that occurred in your formative years which may have triggered your feelings about . . . breasts.” The hesitation was slight, but they both noticed it. Amanda could sense Brian’s struggle to keep his eyes off her chest and it was making her intensely aware of her own bosom. She could feel a warm sensation growing deep inside her breasts, almost like a gentle vibration. Just saying the word aloud made the feeling grow noticeably stronger. “The earliest experience you discussed with Dr. Hasslett was the episode with your sister and her friends, when they chased you around the house. I believe you were about ten years old at the time. Can you remember anything relating to . . . breasts, that might have happened prior to that.” There it was again. She had consciously tried not to pause, but the word seemed to stick in her throat, refusing to be spoken without somehow underscoring its significance. Amanda could feel the power her breasts had over Brian, feel them trying to draw him to them, feel them eating away at his will, and she found herself unable to control it. For a moment, she even felt as if they were trying to draw her in as well, that she was falling under their spell just as much as Brian was. To Brian, each hesitation was like an axe sinking into the base of a tree, weakening its foundation and bringing it one step closer to crashing to the ground. He couldn’t believe that Dr. Brandt would be intentionally teasing him with her tits, but the slight hesitations before she spoke the word ‘breasts’ made it impossible to believe that she was unaware of what she . . . of what they were doing to him. “It could be something at home, or perhaps something that happened at school.” Aware or not, she was continuing regardless, and Brian knew he had to do the same. “Well,” he began tentatively, “I know I was attracted to breasts before Donna came along . . . but I can’t really think of a specific instance. I did have a teacher in grade four who had large breasts and I remember noticing them. In fact, now that I think about it, I can remember daydreaming about her in class, imagining that she would take me home with her and . . . I don’t think I even knew what sex was at that age, at least I didn’t know about intercourse, but there was definitely something sexual about what I was thinking. There was something titillating about the idea of her taking me to her house and keeping me there . . . having her way with me.” “When you remember that time, do you get the feeling of an awakening, or was the attraction to breast already there?” “It was the same as Donna. I was attracted to her breasts, but it wasn’t like the first time. The feelings were already there.” “Is there anything else you can think of?” “Not really, no. I guess that’s not much help, is it?” “On the contrary, you’re doing fine.” Both of them had fallen onto the flow of the conversation, but the irresistible power that emanated from Amanda’s bosom continued to drone in the background, refusing to fall completely out of their awareness. “I would like to try something, if it’s alright with you.” “I suppose,” Brian said, feeling quite certain that she wasn’t about to suggest any of the things that were trying to pop out of his imagination. “What did you have in mind?” “The kind of experiences that can start these kinds of obsessions are often buried deep in the subconscious, far too deep to be recalled by the conscious mind. In many cases, I’ve found hypnosis can be very useful as a means of getting at those memories and bringing them forth. I’d like to try that with you now and see what we can discover.” “I’ve never been hypnotized before, so I don’t know too much about it.” “It’s probably not what you’d expect. It’s certainly nothing like the carnival acts where people are given post-hypnotic suggestions and made to forget their own name or run around the stage clucking like a chicken. It’s very simple really. All we’ll do is put you in a very relaxed state where the emotions and memories that are buried deep in your subconscious will be able to float to the surface. If you’re ready, we can start right now.” “Let’s give it a try.” “Alright. Just sit back in your chair, place your hands on your thighs, palms down and keep your feet flat on the floor. Try to make yourself as comfortable as possible. Now close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice.” Brian closed his eyes and tried to relax. “Take a deep breath and then let it out slowly. That’s very good . . . and again. Now I’m going to start at your feet and as I mention the different parts of your body, let them relax and go limp and loose. Feel the tension draining out of your feet. Let the muscles in your arches and your ankles go loose and relaxed. Relax the muscles in your calves and thighs. Let your knees become limp and rubbery.” As Brian listened to Dr. Brandt’s instructions and felt his body becoming more and more relaxed, her voice began to surround him. It no longer sounding as if it were coming from the chair a few feet in front of him, but instead gave the impression that it was coming at him from all directions. “Relax the muscles in your stomach and your chest. Relax your neck and let your jaw go loose and relaxed. Keep your eyes closed and continue listening to the sound of my voice. Let yourself relax.” She seemed unnaturally close now, so close that Brian was sure if he reached out with his hand, he could touch her. And she had been right, this was unlike anything he would have expected. He had always associated hypnosis with the concept of ‘going under’ or losing consciousness, but now he felt unusually alert and clear, but at the same time very, very relaxed. “Alright, Brian, if you’re listening to me, I want you to nod your head.” Brian nodded. “Very good. Now we’re going to go on a journey through time together, far back into your past. If that’s alright with you, I want you to nod your head.” Brian nodded. “I’m going to start counting down from twenty and as I do, each number will represent a different age. I’m going to keep counting and when you want me to stop, simply nod your head. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six . . . ” Brian nodded. “Alright, Brian, tell me how old you are?” “I’m six.” “Do you know where you are?” “Yes. I’m in my house.” “Where in your house are you?” “I’m in my bedroom.” “And what are you doing?” “I’m looking for a toy.” “What toy are you looking for?” “My tow truck. It has a winch. It’s my favorite.” “Is it missing?” “It’s spos’d to be under my bed but it’s not.” “Go on.” “I remember now. I was playing with it the other day in the guest room . . .
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