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The Couch - Part Twelve |
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By Dirk Vincento
9 Amanda sat quietly in the dim light of her office, just as she had so many times before. The last rays of the setting sun crept through the window, the soft light coloring the walls with faded sepia tones. The sounds of the street had settled down, now that the rush hour was over for another day. The room was very familiar and comfortable, and she hoped it would bring her solace. She closed her eyes and waited, but the thoughts and feelings she was having weren’t familiar at all, making her suspect that peace of mind would still be a while coming. Opening her eyes again, she looked at the two empty chairs sitting in the middle of the room and tried to understand exactly what had happened there. Having spent so many years dealing with people’s attitudes about her breasts and fighting their prejudices and preconceptions, Amanda had gradually become disassociated from the most prominent part of her body. By trying so hard to act as if they weren’t there, she had effectively cut herself off from the part of her womanhood that they represented. Every once in a while they had reared their heads, only to have their efforts quashed by her unwavering ambition and drive to succeed in the academic world in spite of them. But now the slumbering giants had been awakened and they seemed to have no intention of going back to sleep again. She looked down at the enormous mounds that filled out her blouse and wondered at the living things hidden there. She touched her breast lightly and felt a faint echo of the sensation that had overwhelmed her earlier. Her hand pulled away, but the feeling lingered on. It moved across her flesh, tightening in on her nipples before sinking deep into the heart of her bosom. Amanda wasn’t sure if she was more surprised by the intensity of the feelings that had come over her during the session with Brian, or the fact that they had caught her so completely off guard. She couldn’t believe the things that had been going through her head: her desire to take advantage of her position as a therapist to manipulate a patient; to use her breasts and Brian’s inability to resist them to enslave him to her; to make him weak and helpless; to make his obsession worse instead of better. But what scared her most was that the driving force behind all of it was her own inability to resist the pleasure her breasts were offering her. By objectifying them for so long, she had made them separate, and now she was paying the price. They had risen and were prepared to stake their claim with no intention of being denied. There was no doubt in Amanda's mind that the only proper course of action was to explain to Brian that she felt she could no longer act as his therapist and then refer him to another doctor. Dealing with his response to her breasts was one thing, but if she wasn't going to be able to handle her own feelings, that was another matter entirely. It would have been easy for her to tell herself that what happened today was only the result of a moment of weakness and that it wouldn’t happen again. But she knew better. The irresistible power of the sensations she had experienced scared her. And worse yet, something about that deep tingling had suggested that it was only the beginning and that the real pleasure was yet to come. She looked around her office and thought about all the years of hard work it took to get here. It seemed impossible to believe that she was thinking about doing something that could ultimately mean throwing it all away. She took the memo pad from her desk and wrote a note to Mrs. McNabb, asking her to cancel Brian Peterson’s appointment for next week. Almost as if in response, the gentle vibration started up again deep in her chest, filling her breasts and making goosebumps stand out on her flesh. Her nipples began to sizzle, making her gasp. She rubbed her fingers against the front of her blouse, trying to wipe the sensation away, but it only made it worse. The pleasure began to spread throughout her body, leaving no part of her untouched. She looked at the memo on her desk and tried to be strong. The pleasure sensed her resistance and intensified. She wanted to do the right thing, but she also wanted . . . she tried to hold back the words . . . but she also wanted . . . she asked for forgiveness . . . she also wanted to make him weak, to make him hungry, to make him hers. She watched as her hand reached for the memo, pulled it from the pad and tore it into little pieces. “Oh my,” she cried aloud, knowing that there would be no turning back now. The pieces of paper flickered in the last light of the day as they fell into the wastebasket, like the first flakes of snow auguring the blizzard that was soon to come.
10 Darkness settled over the city like a giant blanket, quietly bringing another day to a close. In their homes, people took advantage of the opportunity to rest before doing it all again tomorrow. In the sky, the stars looked down and watched bemused as thousands of human dramas unfolded. 11:30 found Amanda Brandt at home with her cat Tia cradled in her arms and a glass of wine at her side. By 12:45, Gretchen Rothgiesser was just returning home from her first date with her soon-to-be boyfriend. She had spent the evening (and most of his money) watching him drool over her breasts with enough wide-eyed wonder to make him a suitable next victim. And by 2 o’clock, Brian Peterson was in bed, sleeping soundly.
11 “I’ve had a chance to review your case and come to some conclusions about how to handle your situation. I want you to know that your condition isn’t all that unusual and there’s no reason we shouldn’t expect a complete cure. In fact, I believe after this session, you’ll find your problems will be behind you.” Brian listened to Dr. Brandt as she spoke. He watched her lips move. They looked soft and moist as they formed the words, deep red lipstick making them stand out in sharp contrast against her smooth white skin. He caught the twinkle in her eye as she sat observing him closely. Her makeup was much more severe than before, the mascara and heavy eyeliner making her eyes look sultry and seductive. The chairs seemed closer together than he remembered, so much so that with her legs crossed, her extended foot protruded between his calves. Sitting like this brought her face unnaturally close, making Brian feel nervous and somewhat uncomfortable. The now familiar butterflies in his stomach were quickly returning and his cheeks were beginning to feel a gentle flush. The only advantage to sitting this close was that it actually made it easier to focus on her face and keep his eyes from falling to her ever-present bosom. “After our last session,” she continued, “it became clear that your obsession with large breasts started with childhood experiences, particularly the encounter with your Aunt Elizabeth. Those experiences created certain desires and . . . a hunger, if you will, that was never fully satisfied. The need to fulfill that hunger is the source of your obsession and your inability to do so is the reason you’ve been driven to self-destructive behavior.” Dr. Brandt’s tone was serious, but there was something else in her eyes. They were smiling at him, filled with mischievous delight. He could feel them drawing him in, mesmerizing him with their sensuous beauty. They were looking right into him, deep into his mind and his soul. The effect was disconcerting and disorienting. It was as if the distance between them was actually closing as she spoke, as if she was getting nearer and nearer. “To free you from your obsession, all we have to do is fulfill the needs of the child within you. Once your hunger has been satiated and your appetite fed, the cycle will be complete and your attraction to breasts will be gone.” Brian had only been half listening to Dr. Brandt, everything she was saying having at this point become far too familiar and the hypnotic intensity of her eyes having become far too powerful and engaging. But those last few words snapped him back into the moment with the abruptness of a sharp slap in the face. “You just mean my obsession will be gone,” he questioned tentatively. “I mean your attraction to large breasts will be gone and, of course, with it your obsession.” “But Dr. Hasslett said that I could overcome my obsession without losing the pleasure; that I could still like breasts. Dr. Hasslett said . . . ” “I’m afraid Dr. Hasslett was mistaken. To cure you of your obsession, we must free you from the pleasure. I’m sorry, but it really is the only way.” “I don’t understand. I mean, this isn’t what we discussed.” Brian’s head was starting to spin. He suddenly found himself trying to make sense of this situation, but it was so hard to think straight with her sitting so close. “What we are going to do today is fulfill your needs and complete the cycle.” Brian felt Dr. Brandt’s foot rub gently against his calf. “I’m going to give the little boy inside you what he’s always wanted. I’m going to give you what you’ve always wanted. I’m going to give you what you need.” Dr. Brandt’s hands moved to her breasts and for the first time Brian allowed himself to look at them. His eyes fell slowly, almost as if they knew that once they gazed upon her incredible bosom, they would be incapable of looking away. He was beginning to suspect what was going to happen here and at the last moment tried to resist, but it was too late. The gigantic mounds under her sweater had a hold of him and he knew right away that they had no intention of letting go. “And as you can see, I’m well suited to fulfill your needs.” Brian watched helplessly as Dr. Brandt’s hands slid gracefully across the endless curves of her breasts in a slow, sensuous motion. “Shall we begin?” Brian felt ambushed. While he had no problem with the idea of freeing himself from the grasp of the manipulative women like Gretchen who continually plagued his life, at no time had he considered giving up the pleasure he had come to associate with big tits. But to hang on to the pleasure of his obsession, it looked like he was going to have to resist the pleasure that was being offered to him now, and that was obviously easier said than done. “No! If that’s what it means, I don’t want to be cured!” Dr. Brandt’s hands kept moving in slow circles while her foot moved further up Brian’s calf. “You can always leave, if you prefer.” She was even closer now, her knee resting between Brian’s thighs. He could smell her perfume. The fragrance was sweet and enticing and seemed strangely familiar. “Do you want to leave?” The tips of her fingers began to rub the peaks of her breasts, making her nipples begin to show through the material of her sweater as they became hard and erect. Brian tried to look away, but the vision before him held him fast. “It’s entirely up to you. You’re free to go any time you like.” Her hands kept moving, making slow circles. “But I really think you should stay.” Dr. Brandt’s knee was now rubbing against Brian’s crotch. He could feel his cock growing hard in his pants. He tried to control himself, but she kept urging him on by applying gentle pressure and moving her leg back and forth. The pleasure he felt was mixing with the effect of her perfume, making him feel weak and helpless. “Please,” he begged, “I don’t want to lose . . . this.” “Don’t be afraid. Just one last time, one time like never before, and then it will be gone.” He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come. “Alright then, let’s begin.” Dr. Brandt rose from her chair and suddenly her breasts were right in front of Brian’s face. Seeing them this close up made them look simply enormous. While his eyes focused on her sweater and the way its delicate ribbing opened up as the material stretched around the huge mass of her awesome globes, his body began to feel the effects of his fetish wash over him. The goose-bumps on his flesh, the tingling in the small of his back, the tightening of the skin around his testicles, the hard insistent throbbing of his erection, all produced waves of pleasure that were intoxicating in their power and intensity. It was hard to believe that he was being seduced by the very sensations he was afraid of losing the ability to feel. His mind clung desperately to the thin hope that if he could just keep from giving in to her completely he might get through this intact. “I want you to close your eyes and relax,” he heard Dr. Brandt instructing him. “Just listen to the sound of my voice . . . and relax.” Brian wasn’t sure if he would be able to stop looking at her breasts, but was surprised to find that his eyes followed her directions obediently. As darkness engulfed him, he immediately became more aware of the sensuous fragrance of her perfume filling him and making him feel even more dizzy and light-headed. “I’m going to count down from ten to one and as I do, you will become more and more relaxed.” The sound of Dr. Brandt’s voice was soft and soothing. It seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. “Ten, nine . . . ” Brian suddenly felt the soft firmness of her bosom pressing gently against his face. “ . . . eight, seven . . . ” He felt the velvety smoothness of her sweater rubbing against his cheeks as her breasts began moving slowly from side to side. “ . . . six, five; you are becoming more and more relaxed.” Her breasts began to press against his head more firmly. He could feel his face sinking deeper into the valley between her huge soft mounds. “Four, three . . . ” And then her hands were on the back of his head, pushing him even deeper until he could feel the spongy firmness of her chest cover his face all the way back to his ears. “ . . . two, one. You are completely relaxed.” She was holding his head tight against her bosom now, like a mother cradling a small child in her arms and giving it all of her love. He felt protected and safe. And he did feel very relaxed. So much so that for a moment he couldn’t recall why it was so important that he resist the incredible pleasure that was pulling at him like a powerful undertow; sweet, tempting pleasure that lulled and soothed him. Her breasts felt so soft and pillowy against his face as he sank deeper and deeper into their welcoming flesh. Delicious tingling sensations danced across his skin, making him feel sensuous and warm. He wanted to stay there forever, endlessly falling into her bottomless valley of pleasure. It was hard to imagine how something that felt this good could possibly be bad in any way. The pleasure was overwhelming, its pull so strong, its allure so irresistible. It would be very easy to just let go and be carried away; so easy to give himself over completely . . . And then he remembered. She was trying to take away his pleasure, cure him of his obsession so that when he looked at a woman with big breasts, he would feel nothing more than what he might experience when confronted with a mildly interesting potted plant. It suddenly occurred to him that life without loving breasts might not be a life worth living at all. He needed to feel the pleasure. He needed to feel helpless and weak. He needed to feel the mystical power they had over him. But if what Dr. Brandt was saying was true, then he was coming dangerously close to losing it all. Just one last time, one time like never before . . . and then it will be gone. He had to protect himself, but he felt so relaxed, so defenceless, so open to suggestion. He wanted to hang on, but she was making him feel so good that it seemed impossible to resist. When Dr. Brandt spoke, it was as if her voice was coming from inside his head and all around him at the same time. The sound surrounded him completely, engulfing him and making him feel like he was drowning in thick, sweet honey. “When I speak, I will be speaking to the adult Brian and the young Brian as well. I will be speaking to the Brian who loves big breasts, the Brian who has always been attracted to large breasted women. My words will reach deep into your subconscious mind, deep into the part of you that holds your most secret wants and desires. As I speak, you will hear and understand everything I say. You will listen very carefully. And you will obey.” As if in response to this last statement, Brian’s pleasure surged powerfully, letting him know that he most certainly would obey. “I want you to recall all of your experiences with large breasted women. I want you to remember Donna and Aunt Elizabeth and Wanda and Gretchen. I want you to remember all of us. I want you to recall all of the pleasure you experienced, feel all the attraction, wallow in the helplessness, the longing, the craving. All those feelings of passion and arousal will come together now. The past will join with the present and when you open your eyes, we will all be here with you. When you open your eyes, you will give yourself to us and we will give you what you need . . . and you will be cured.” As Brian listened to the words, it was as if all the women from his past were entering the room, joining Dr. Brandt inside his head and bringing with them all the feelings of erotic pleasure that they had once shared together: Wanda, Aunt Elizabeth . . . all of them. They were here with him now, making his skin tingle wildly and his cheeks burn hot with passion. The intensity of the desire he felt was beyond anything he had ever imagined possible. He was still trying to hang on to the idea that he had to resist, but his grip was so weak. He could feel his last flicker of hope slipping through his fingers. “Open your eyes.” If only there had been a moment when he could have made a choice, he truly believed that he might have been able to keep his eyes closed and save himself. But there never was a choice. His eyes opened instantly as they were told and what he saw made him gasp. “How . . . ?” Standing in front of Brian was his Aunt Elizabeth, still wearing her short blue housecoat. Her huge chest pulled open the top of her robe, letting the smooth inner slopes of her breasts peek through. He stared at her dumbfounded while her incredible bosom worked its magic on him. He wouldn’t have believed that the pleasure he had been feeling could have grown stronger, but it did. She smiled at the growing bulge in his pants and then silently stepped forward and sat on his lap, straddling his legs just as she had done so many years ago. His mind reeled as her boobs pressed into his chest and his cock responded to the heat of her crotch as she came to rest on him. She leaned closer, bringing her mouth close to his ear. Her lips brushed against him gently, caressing his skin and making him let out a low moan. When she finally spoke, her voice was a soft, seductive whisper. “I’ve missed you, darling. I’ve missed you a lot. But I’m back now. Don’t fight me. Just let yourself go and I’ll take care of you.” Brian began to shake uncontrollably. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. Her ass was moving on his lap, gyrating in slow circles that were making his cock feel like it was going to explode. The weight of her breasts against his body made them seem incredibly massive, igniting the torch of his obsession and creating a flame of passion and desire so bright it threatened to consume him. It was all more than he could take and he was losing control of his body as well as his mind. She was driving him crazy and he could feel the last of his ability to resist fading away. He was still aware of the consequences of giving in, but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted her too much; more than he ever imagined wanting anything in his entire life. He put his arms around her waist and tried to draw her closer, but she pulled away. When he looked up, it was Wanda smiling back at him! “Let’s do it on the floor,” she giggled, taking Brian by the hand and dragging him out of his seat. She was wearing the clinging white sweater that made her tits look so big. They flowed like giant balloons as she lay on her back and pulled him on top of her. Naked from the waist down, the dark patch between her legs lay waiting for him, calling his name and daring him to come inside and feel the ultimate pleasure that would cure him once and for all. “My parents aren’t home so we can go all the way!” Brian let her draw him down onto her. Her body felt hot and exciting beneath him. He could feel the naive intensity of adolescent passion blending with the devastating array of emotions and sensations he was already experiencing. The softness of her breasts filled him with the erotic awe and wonder that one can only know the first time. He could feel himself sinking deep into her ocean of sensuous flesh as his own weight pressed him tighter against her. When her mouth found his, her kisses were wild and hungry, bringing him even closer to the final eruption. He kissed her back frantically while struggling to undo his pants and pull out his cock. His need to be inside her had overridden everything else. Suddenly his erection was in his hand and he was ready to (give himself) take her. The knowledge of what he was sacrificing passed briefly through his mind, but it was far too late. Instinct had taken control and rational thought had no chance. He positioned himself at her opening and felt the hot wetness touch the end of his shaft. Clear fluid began to ooze out of him in anticipation of the wave of euphoria that was about to engulf him. Shifting his weight, he was ready to guide himself in, when he was abruptly rolled over onto his back. Before he had a chance to react to the surprise of being yanked away from paradise’s door, his mind was overcome by another shock. Leering down at him with that same devilish smile, was Donna. “Do you still like to peek?” she teased. Her enormous bosom loomed over Brian, each of her colossal breasts larger than his head. Looking up at them made his cock begin to quiver as the first drops of cum appeared on its tip. Donna’s hands reached for the bottom of her sweater, threatening to expose the unbelievable wonders hidden beneath it. “All you have to do is give yourself to me and I’ll let you have a look.” If Brian had believed that he had already given in completely, then Donna was teaching him otherwise. What he felt at that moment brought him within an inch of losing his mind. He now knew what it meant to be truly seduced; to be completely overpowered by a woman, made to want her so badly, attracted to her so strongly that he would do anything . . . absolutely anything she wanted. Almost as if she could read his mind and see the answer to her question, Donna began to raise her sweater. The bare flesh of her stomach slowly appeared and then the creamy white skin of her breasts. Brian watched with manic intensity as the underside of her bosoms appeared first and then her huge aureole and thick swollen nipples. At that moment, his eyes seemed like the most erotically electrified organ in his body, the vision before him making his entire body feel as sexually charged as the pounding head of his penis. “You’re mine,” Donna declared triumphantly, her magnificent breasts now fully displayed. Brian’s eyes grew wide as saucers as she slowly lowered herself onto him, covering his face with her giant mounds of soft flesh. And as his head disappeared under a mountain of mammary splendor, he began to cum. And he came and he came and he came. He came until he thought his body would run dry. He came until he thought he would never stop. He came until he thought the pleasure would drive him completely insane.
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