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The Couch - Part Eleven |
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By Dirk Vincento
6 . . . and I left it there. What’s happening now, Brian? I’m leaving my bedroom and I’m going down the hall. I’m going to get my truck. The guest room door is closed. It’s usually open, but Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Warren are staying with us and they’re sleeping there. I know I should probably ask first, but I just want my truck and if I’m quiet, no one will hear me. I’m opening the door and going in. I have to be quiet and . . . oh, oh! Aunt Elizabeth is in the room. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were here.” She’s saying it’s okay. She’s asking me to come in. Tell me what you see. I see Aunt Elizabeth sitting on the bed. She has a housecoat on, but it’s open in the front and I can see part of her boobs. Looking at them is making me feel funny . . . embarrassed. My cheeks are hot, like I’m blushing. I know I should leave, but I can’t stop looking. Her boobs look really big. Even bigger than when she has clothes on. Go on. Now she’s reaching up and touching her boobs, like she just realized that’s what I’m looking at. She’s asking me if I like them. I’m too scared to talk, so I just nod my head. Do you like them, Brian? Yes. The make me feel all warm inside. She wants me to come closer. I’m walking across the room. The closer I get, the more funny I feel . . . tingly all over. She wants to know if I’d like to see them. I think she means see them naked. I do, but I’m scared to say yes. She must know anyway, because she’s opening her housecoat so I can see them. Oh my! I’ve never seen naked boobs before. They have nipples, just like me, only they’re really big. Looking at them is making me feel a lot of funny things. I like it, but it’s scary, too. I feel nervous, like when I have to talk in front of the whole class at school. I’m right in front of her now and her boobs look really, really big. She’s asking me if I want to touch them and I say yes. She’s taking her housecoat all the way off so I can see all of them. They look really big! My cheeks feel very hot now and my stomach is nervous. She’s telling me to go ahead, that it’s okay to touch them. My hand is shaking because I’m so nervous. Now I’m putting my hand on one of them. It feels so soft and warm. It feels good. She’s smiling and asking me if I like it. I’m just nodding because I can’t talk. She put her hand on top of mine and now she’s rubbing my hand all over her boob, making me touch it all over. When my fingers go over the nipple, I can feel it. It feels hard. The rest of her boob is soft. Now she’s telling me I’m a good boy, but I feel like I’m being bad. I don’t think I should be doing this, but I can’t help myself. It feels too good. I think it feels good because it feels bad. I put my other hand on her other boob and she seems to like that. She’s rubbing it on her boob, just like the other one. They’re so big, they make my hands look really small. She let go of my hands, but I left them on her boobs because it feels too good to take them away. She put her arms around me and now she’s pulling me into her. It’s like a big hug, but not the same because I can feel her bare boobs against me. They feel soft. I feel like I’m sinking into them. She’s holding my head against them now. I can feel them against my cheeks, all warm and soft. It’s making me tingle all over. It’s making me tingle a lot! She’s stroking my hair and telling me that she loves me. She’s saying that she never had a little baby of her own and that she would really like it if I would be her little baby boy. She wants to know if I’ll be her little baby. I say okay because I like being held up against her boobs and I want to stay there forever. There’s something comforting about the way it feels. Something familiar and loving. She’s kissing my forehead and that feels nice, too. It feels wet. Now she’s touching my cheek. Her fingers are soft and warm, like her boobs. Now she’s squeezing my lips, making my mouth open. She wants to put her nipple in my mouth. She’s moving my mouth toward her nipple, pushing it between my lips. She wants me to suck on it, like a little baby. I can feel it in my mouth. It feels thick and hard. She’s telling me to suck. I’m afraid to, but I can’t help myself. I have to do it. Now she’s holding me on her lap, cradling me like a little baby and I’m sucking on her nipple. Sucking it is making me tingle even more . . . even in my dick. I’m scared. I want to stop, but I can’t. She’s holding me against her and her boobs are so big . . . I’m afraid they might smother me. I want to stop, but she won’t let me go! She’s pressing me into her boobs even harder, holding me tighter. I’m afraid! I don’t want to smother! Her boobs are so big and so soft! I’m sinking . . . sinking . . . sinking deep! It’s alright, Brian. You’re safe. You won’t smother. Tell me how you feel. I’m very aroused, but I’m too young to understand it. My cheeks feel very hot and flushed. I have an erection. The touch of her breasts is filling me with pleasure . . . overwhelming me with pleasure. My feelings of love and sexual arousal are all mixed together. I can’t separate them. Being aroused is making me feel very loved. But it scares me. I want to feel what I’m feeling, but part of me knows it’s not right. Part of me thinks it’s very wrong. Why is it wrong, Brian? I don’t know. It just is. It’s too much! I can’t take it! It’s her breasts. They make me feel too good. Sucking her nipple is making me feel like a little baby! Her breasts are overwhelming me! I can feel it! There’s something . . . They’re controlling me. I can’t fight it! I can’t resist them! They’re overpowering me! I’m losing myself. . .
7 . . . to them! Help me! I can’t resist!” “Brian!” The sound of Dr. Brandt’s voice came from far away. “Brian, listen to me. I’m going to count from one to five and when I reach five, you will open your eyes and be wide awake and completely alert. One. Two. You’re waking up. Three. Four. You’re getting ready to open your eyes. Five. Open your eyes.” Brian opened his eyes slowly and looked around the room, trying to get his bearings. He felt dazed and confused and as the reality of his surroundings gradually began to sink in, he realized that he was breathing hard. “Oh my! That was really something.” Images were swirling around in his mind: the house where he grew up; the guest room; Aunt Elizabeth; her breasts; her nipple. “Are you alright?” He looked at Dr. Brandt for the first time. In the dim light of her office, she looked like an angel, almost glowing with a luminescence that seemed to emit from deep within her. While hypnotized her voice had sounded very close, almost as if her words were brushing against his skin. It surprised him now to see how far away she really was. “Yes . . . I think so.” “How do you feel?” Brian let his eyes fall from Dr. Brandt’s face to her chest, where the huge mounds of her breasts made the front of her blouse surge forth prominently . . . and knew immediately how he felt. The sight of her enormous bosom overtook him with a power and intensity and he had never felt before in his life. Stirring up the memory of his childhood experience with Aunt Elizabeth seemed to have amplified his obsession, making the sight of Amanda’s breasts almost more than he could bear. He began to lean forward in his chair, as if he were being drawn toward her bosom by some powerful, magnetic force. His breathing became even more labored and the erection that had developed while under hypnosis grew bigger and harder and began to throb insistently. “Brian?” Dr. Brandt could see what was happening. The expression on Brian’s face, his breathing, the flushed complexion of his cheeks; they were all signs that he was experiencing an intense release of emotion from deep within his subconscious. The encounter with Aunt Elizabeth that he had relived while under hypnosis had obviously had a very profound effect on him. Recalling the incident and tapping into the emotions attached to it was a very good thing, but processing feelings that run so deep was never easy. Amanda knew the next few moments would be critical and that she would have to help Brian through this. But that was being made more difficult by the fact that she was having to deal with issues of her own at the same time. Brian’s reaction to the sight of Amanda’s chest had again set off the warm tingling sensations she had been feeling earlier, the gentle vibrations making her very aware of her breasts. They were calling out to her, inviting her to enjoy the pleasure they offered, tempting her to give herself over to them and let herself be carried away in their current. And the obvious increase in the intensity of Brian’s response was apparently having a similar effect on the explosion of sensuous sensations that was quickly overtaking Amanda’s body. The feeling in her breasts was much stronger than before and had already begun to spread down through her stomach, tickling the small of her back and working its way deep into her crotch. She tried to focus, fighting desperately to fend off the irresistible allure of her tingling breasts. She looked at Brian and reminded herself that she was his therapist and that he was a drowning man who needed to be brought back to the safety of the shore. She tried to tell herself that she had to help him. But as she watched him gazing helplessly at her breasts, she suddenly realized that what she really wanted was to conquer him. She wanted to use her incredible bosom to take advantage of his weakness, make him helpless with desire, push him beyond any known limits of passion and desire . . . make him beg. The urge was so strong it frightened her. She could feel her hands rising up from her lap, reaching for her breasts, touching them, caressing them with slow sensuous motions that would tease Brian mercilessly. She wanted to make him crawl across the floor to her on his knees. Make him . . . No! The word exploded in her mind like a thunderclap, waking her up to the reality of what she was thinking. She had to fight this. She had to be strong. But it was hard. Oh God, it was so hard. “Brian!” His eyes were glued to her breasts. “Brian!” His face was filled with passion and desire. “Brian! Listen to me!” Finally he looked up and their eyes met. For an instant, something was shared between them. Something neither of them had ever known before or expected to find in this lifetime. It was a closeness; a oneness; a tender connection so intimate that they almost leapt into each other’s arms. They both felt as if they had reached into the other’s soul and touched something so deeply personal that there could never be a secret between again, never a feeling that the other didn’t know, never a desire that the other wouldn’t fulfill. But the moment only lasted for a fleeting second before being consumed by its own intensity, like a star gone nova, exploding in a brilliant flash of light before dissolving into nothingness. “Brian, sit back and take a deep breath,” Amanda instructed. “You’ll be fine. What you’re feeling is a perfectly normal reaction to what you’ve just experienced. Your conscious mind is trying to deal with the emotions connected to a memory that has been hidden away for many years. Just relax and take long, slow breaths. Your mind will adjust, but it takes time.” Brian did as he was told. He sat back in his chair and concentrated on the rising and falling of his own chest. He closed his eyes, feeling the need to stop looking at Amanda’s bosom, but knowing that if his eyes were open he wouldn’t be able to help himself. Slowly, he could feel himself regaining his composure. The desire was still there, tugging at him like an insistent child, but for the first time since coming out of his hypnotic state, it felt manageable. As his head cleared, he became aware of the possibility that he might have embarrassed himself. His recollection of exactly what had transpired was hazy at best. He was realizing that his awareness of the passage of time had become skewed while under hypnosis and was only now beginning to return. In fact, he had no idea how long he had been sitting here quietly with his eyes closed, waiting for . . . he wasn’t exactly sure what. He knew that he was beginning to gather himself when the familiar feeling of self-consciousness came over him. The picture of him sitting in a psychiatrist’s office with his eyes closed while the doctor sat watching him and waiting patiently suddenly seemed incredibly absurd. He knew he was going to have to open his eyes sooner or later and reminded himself to make eye contact with Dr. Brandt immediately when he did. He had to be careful because it was vitally important that he didn’t let his gaze fall to her breasts, where the pleasures awaiting would surely capture him once and for all. “Welcome back,” Dr. Brandt said, as Brian opened his eyes. “You’ve been sitting there for quite some time. I was beginning to think you’d nodded off on me.” “How long . . . ?” “About twenty minutes.” Brian’s mouth fell open, but no words came out. He knew that he had lost track of time, but he could have sworn that he hadn’t been sitting there for more than five minutes, ten at the outside. The idea that twenty minutes had passed by left him feeling stunned and dumbfounded. “You’re an excellent subject for hypnosis.” “Apparently so.” “Do you feel up to talking about what happened?” “I think so.” “Can you remember the experience you recalled while under hypnosis?” Brian’s stomach fluttered as the question brought fresh images back into his mind’s eye. “Yes, I was with my Aunt Elizabeth.” “And you remember what happened?” “Yes.” He could feel his face flush as he answered. “Do you have any recollection of thinking about that incident since it happened.” “None whatsoever. I’d forgotten about it completely.” Dr. Brandt paused to collect her thoughts in a way that, for the first time, reminded Brian of Dr. Hasslett. “The fact that you had buried your experience with your Aunt Elizabeth so far into your subconscious for such a long time suggests that what happened affected you very deeply. The encounter you had with her years later may well have intensified that effect, drawing on it to strengthen your obsession without you even being aware of it.” “That’s incredible.” “The subconscious mind is an amazing thing.” Amanda could feel herself gaining her stride as she fell into the familiar role of a therapist. She began to feel in control as her mind honed in on her analysis of the situation. Talking about Brian’s problem was giving her strength, but she didn’t want to push her luck, so she decided that now would be a good time to end the session. “I think we should wrap it up for today,” she said, trying her best to sound natural and unaffected. “This has been really good work. I know it’s not easy, but the only way of dealing with your adult behavior is to get in touch with the needs of the child inside you. We took a big step towards that goal this afternoon. The process can stir up a lot of emotions, but in the end it’s worth it. Are you feeling alright to leave?” “I’m exhausted, but I’ll be fine,” Brian said. As he got up to go, he made a bet with himself that he could leave the office without giving in to the temptation to look down at Amanda’s bosom one last time. He lost the bet.
8 Milk and eggs. Milk and eggs. Brian kept repeating those words over and over in his mind as he entered the grocery store. He needed to focus on something and for the moment that was the only thing he could come up with. Milk and eggs. Milk and eggs. He had definitely been feeling a lot shakier when he left Dr. Brandt’s office than he had let on. His knees were like rubber and the butterflies in his stomach were in full flight. He was so light-headed and dizzy, he probably shouldn’t have tried to drive, but he simply had no choice . . . he had to leave before the sight of her breasts made him completely crazy. Milk and eggs. Milk and eggs. Over the years, Brian had grown accustomed to his obsession with large breasts, often enjoying the pleasure his fetish brought him in spite of the problems it had created in his life. It was only since seeing Dr. Hasslett that he had started to think of it as something that needed to be ‘cured’. Until then, he had simply accepted it as a part of who he was. But what he was feeling now was something completely different than the compulsive urges he had felt in the past. If he had been obsessed with big breasts before, then there was no word to describe the effect they were having on him since awakening from hypnosis. He felt like his veins were filled with explosives and the sight of a woman with a huge, soft bosom was the match that would light the fuse and set off the apocalyptic blast that would make him lose control completely. Whatever happened in that room with Aunt Elizabeth years ago had affected him profoundly, there was no doubt, and reliving the experience in Dr. Brandt’s office had unleashed a force within him that threatened to devour his rational mind and drive him totally insane. Milk and eggs. Milk and eggs. He started down the aisle toward the dairy section. Stopping to pick up a few things on his way home seemed like a good idea. It was a concrete goal he could keep his mind on, something to do while the thoughts and emotions that were ravaging him settled down. At least he hoped they would, because he certainly couldn’t go on the way he was feeling now. The image of Aunt Elizabeth’s breasts kept swirling around in his head, intermingling with the memory of Dr. Brandt’s incredible bosom to create an irresistible mammary mosaic that taunted him mercilessly with its erotic power. If it didn’t ease off soon, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Milk and eggs. Milk and . . . He stopped dead in his tracks, his feet glued to the floor. The butterflies he had been feeling turned into bats and the sound of his pulse began to resonate in his ears. He rubbed his sweaty palm across his lips, his eyes opened wide, as if that would help him take in more of what he saw all at once. She was standing about halfway down the aisle, apparently trying to choose between two brands of margarine. She looked to be about twenty-five, brunette, average height . . . but there was nothing average about her tits. The T-shirt she was wearing was tucked into her jeans, but from there it flared out into an incredible, inverted V that drew Brian’s attention like a red flag before a raging bull. The two, huge protruding mounds of her breasts looked as big as the rest of her all put together. If he had been worried that being hypnotized had left him even more attracted to big breasts, then what he was feeling now was telling him that his fears were only the tip of the iceberg. It was all he could do to catch his breath as goose bumps broke out all over his flesh and an erection began to grow in his pants. A wave of desperation suddenly came over him. The surge of desire he felt was so strong that the idea of it going unfulfilled made him panic. He wanted her so badly it idea of it going unfulfilled made him panic. He wanted her so badly it hurt. It didn’t make any sense, but he had to have her. He couldn’t just stand there - he had to do something, but he just didn’t know what. He rubbed his hand across his lips again as beads of sweat had broke out across his forehead. She looked up and smiled at Brian. His eyes shifted from her chest to her face and back again. She was absolutely beautiful. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders in waves and her eyes sparkled. She turned away and Brian kept staring helplessly, totally mesmerized by the sight of her huge bosom. He watched as she leaned over to put one of the containers of margarine back on the shelf, making her chest fall forward from her body. For a long moment, her breasts hung down ponderously, suddenly looking even bigger than before. It was more than Brian could bear. His cheeks flushed hot and the skin on his balls tightened and tingled. He was a little boy again, looking across the room at his Aunt Elizabeth and feeling the power of her enormous breasts overwhelming him. His feet started to take him down the aisle toward her, as if they had a will of their own. After just two steps, they came to an abrupt halt again. “I got sausages instead of bacon for breakfast. Is that okay with you?” “That’s fine, honey. Do you remember if we need eggs?” She was taken. Brian watched as she walked off with her man and disappeared around the corner at the end of the aisle. She was so beautiful, her breasts were so incredible . . . and now she was gone! Brian’s mind was racing, his animalistic desires leaving no room for rational thought. He had to do something about this or he would surely lose his mind. Milk and eggs! Milk and eggs! Brian headed for the checkout. He had to get out of here. If he passed the girl again in another aisle, he was sure he would embarrass himself. The cashier at the first line he got in was a fifty-ish woman with a massive, matronly chest. Brian took one look and moved to another line. He stopped at a self-serve gas bar on the way home and the attendant was an attractive eighteen-year-old with big, firm tits that seemed impossibly large for a girl her age. He paid quickly and ran out without saying a word. At a red light just a couple of blocks from his apartment, a woman in her thirties, who bore a striking resemblance to Dr. Brandt, crossed the street in front of his car. Brian watched her as she walked, her big boobs jiggling beneath her sweater like giant mounds of jello. ‘They’re everywhere!’ he thought to himself desperately. When the light turned green, he went straight home, locked the door of his apartment and went to bed.
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