Chapter 2: Rising Action
The air in Dr. Thorne's office was thick with anticipation, the scent of Brett's perfume and vanilla lotion mingling with the sterile smell of disinfectant. The room was bathed in a soft, warm light, casting long shadows that danced with the flicker of the low-hanging lamp. The couch, now adorned with a plush, velvet throw, beckoned invitingly, a stark contrast to the clinical decor of the office. Brett stood nervously by the door, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
He had arrived early, the bag containing his secrets sitting heavily in his hands. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but after weeks of tortured indecision, he had finally given in to the dark desires that haunted his dreams.
Marcus entered the room, his dark hair slightly disheveled, as if he had been running his fingers through it. His eyes, those piercing, hypnotic eyes, met Brett's, and he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him. Marcus's gaze flicked to the bag in Brett's hands, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"You brought them, I see." He took the bag from Brett's trembling hands, placing it gently on the coffee table. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the couch? But before you do I’d like you to take this and let it dissolve under your tongue. It’s a micro dose of Psilocybin, mushrooms. It will help you kind get out of its own way.”
Brett nodded, his mouth dry. He placed the tablet under his tongue and let it dissolve. He then perched on the edge of the couch, his hands fidgeting in his lap. He watched nervously as Marcus opened the bag, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. The first item Marcus pulled out was a pair of black, lacy boy short panties, the fabric soft and delicate. He held them up, his eyebrows raised in silent question. He continued to explore the bag, removing and studying each sexy item.
A black corset with red lace trim followed, then a matching red lace bra, and finally, a pair of thigh-high stockings. Marcus held up the stockings, his eyes darkening as he imagined Brett's legs sheathed in the silky material.
"These are beautiful," he murmured, his voice like velvet. "But I think we can do better than just looking at them, don't you?" He set the stockings aside and turned his attention back to Brett. "Why don't you lie back and let’s try some hypnosis to help you relax. I’m going to to talk you through a sissy transition and when I’m done you are going to go to the other room and come out as Brie.” Marcus’s voice was low and hypnotic, sending shivers down Brett’s spine. “As I talk you through this, you’ll let go of your inhibitions, your insecurities, and your fears. You’ll let them all melt away like ice under the hot sun.”
Brett took a deep breath and tried to relax, his body aching with anticipation. He felt his heart beating in his chest, each thump echoing in his ears. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he wanted it too badly to stop now. He could also sense the mushrooms starting to kick in. Everything felt more alive and intense but he also felt a sense of excitement. He was more turned on then he had ever been before.
Marcus continued, his voice like a soothing balm. “Imagine yourself walking to the other room.
With each step, you feel less and less the pressure of being a man and more and more like Brie. Your hips sway gently, your nipples are sensitive under your shirt. Your sissy clit is hard, aching for release, but you hold off, savoring the anticipation. You run your fingers through your smooth-shaved skin, feeling the softness, the silkiness.
You’re a sexy little slut, aren’t you, Brie? A dirty little whore, just begging for a hard cock to fill you up.”
Brett's eyes fluttered closed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he imagined the scene.
His body began to respond, his cock straining against his pants, desperate for release. Marcus's voice was a soothing, hypnotic spell, guiding him through his transformation. “I want you to count down from 20 and with every number, you feel yourself getting deeper into trance. Your eyes are heavy and you clothes are weighing on you. They are feeling tighter. You can’t wait to take them off.”
"Good girl, Brie," Marcus murmured. "Feel your body changing, becoming softer, more feminine. Imagine stripping off your male clothes and male ego. Your cock is shrinking, becoming a limp clit. You ass aches to be a wet pussy, yearning for a cock to fill it, to stretch it wide open."
Brett moaned softly, his hips squirming as he imagined the sensation. He could feel the change, his body responding to the words like they were a physical touch.
His cock, that had been rock hard just moments ago, began to shrink, becoming something smaller, something softer. He spread his legs wider, his hands sliding down to touch himself, to feel the change.
"That's it, Brie," Marcus encouraged, his voice a low, sultry purr. "Touch yourself. Let yourself feel the change. Let yourself become the whore you are. I want to watch you strip in front of me and be reborn. Dress like a slut and become Brie, telling me what you feel as you do. Now.”
Brett took a deep breath, his body already tingling with anticipation. He stood up slowly, eyes locked onto Marcus, and began to strip off his male exterior. The room was warm, the air thick with a heady mix of desire and anticipation. He could feel Marcus's gaze on her, hot and intense, like a physical touch.
His hands trembled slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt, the material slipping off his shoulders. He removed the rest of his boi clothes and stood naked and exposed. Markus admired Brett’s smooth body and sexy ass. Marcus had Brett sit and he began to to talk in hushed hypnotic tones. His induction focused on giving Brett permission to feel like a sexy slut. Marcus inserted a trigger that Brett would not be comfortable unless he was dressed sexy and acting as Brie. At the count of ten Marcus snapped and Brie woke; looking around at the sexy clothes next to her.” "Marcus, what just happened?" She asked, her voice a soft, almost husky whisper.
"You just let go, Brie. You let go of your inhibitions, your fears, your insecurities. You allowed yourself to become the person you truly are." Marcus smiled, his eyes never leaving Brie's. "Now, let's see you put on that outfit and become that person."
Brie swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat. She picked up the lacy boy shorts, sliding them up her smooth legs, her body tingling with anticipation. Her soft sissy penis the only reminder she was a boy. Every other part of her body was smooth, feminine, and sexy. Her ass was a round firm bubble, her thighs strong and long. Brie looked at herself in the mirror, not recognizing herself. She giggled, a sound she hadn't made in years.
Marcus watched her, his cock straining against his pants. She was beautiful, more gorgeous than he thought she would be. He couldn't wait to have her, to fuck her, to make her his little slut.
Brie's eyes met his in the mirror, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she continued her ritual,
"You like what you see, don't you, Marcus?" she purred, her voice a sultry, seductive whisper.
Marcus's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his cock throbbing in his pants. "Fuck yes, I do," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're fucking gorgeous, Brie. Now put on the rest of that outfit and come here."
Brie's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. She slipped on the corset, cinching it tight, her breasts pushing up and over the top.
She stepped into the stockings, rolling them up her thighs, her hands shaking with anticipation. She picked up the bra, her fingers brushing against the delicate lace, and slid her arms into the straps. With a quick, practiced movement, she fastened the clasp and adjusted the cups, her hard nipples just showing how turned on she was.
Marcus watched, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He was fucking hard, his cock aching for release. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her sissy ass pussy. But he held back, letting her lead the way, allowing her to explore her new identity.
Brie turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his. She got on her knees and put her hands on his thighs, rubbing gently and looking up at him.
“What do you want me to do, Marcus?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper.
Marcus let out a low groan, his hand reaching down to cup her cheek. “You look so fucking gorgeous, Brie. I want you to do what you’ve been imagining with those men online. Show me what a dirty little slut you are.”
Brie’s eyes widened, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “I want to make you feel good, Marcus,” she purred, her hand moving to his crotch, feeling the hard length of his cock beneath his pants. She rubbed him through the fabric, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“You feel so big, Marcus. I want to see it. I want to see what you’ve got for me.”
Marcus groaned, his cock twitching under her touch. He pushed his hips against her hand, encouraging her to rub him harder.
Brie unbuckled his belt, her hands trembling with anticipation. She unzipped his pants, her breath hitching as she caught sight of his thick, hard cock straining against his boxers. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight of him as she stripped the rest of his clothes off.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the veins pulsing with his arousal. She wrapped her fingers around the base, her hand barely able to encircle him. "Fuck, you're huge, Marcus," she breathed, her eyes wide with both awe and lust.
Marcus chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down Brie's spine. "You like that, little slut? You like seeing my big cock?"
Brie nodded, her eyes locked onto Marcus's. "Yes, I do. I want to taste it, Marcus.” Brett, now Brie, went down on a man for the first time. He felt the spongy head and heat of a hard cock on his lips and tongue. He knew he had all the power to make give pleasure to Marcus.
He took his time, exploring every inch of the thick, hard cock in front of him. He licked the shiny tip, tasting the sweet and salty pre-cum leaking out. He licked around the head, grinning to himself when Marcus let out a low moan.
"That's it, Brie. Suck my cock like the little slut you are," Marcus groaned, his hands tangling in Brie's hair, guiding her head.
Brie took the head of Marcus's cock between her lips, swirling her tongue around it before taking more of him into her mouth.
She moaned softly, the vibration sending shivers through Marcus. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward slightly, pushing more of his thick cock into Brie's mouth.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," Marcus growled, his grip on Brie's hair tightening. "Take more of it, slut. Show me what you can do."
Brie relaxed her throat, taking more of Marcus's cock into her mouth. She could feel it hitting the back of her throat, and she fought the urge to gag. She wanted to please him, to make him feel as good as she did.
She bobbed her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing out as she pulled back, her saliva coating his shaft. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her tongue, could taste the salty tang of his precum as it drizzled onto her tastebuds.
Marcus groaned, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her mouth. "Oh fuck, Brie, that's it. Take my cock, you little slut. Show me what you're worth."
Brie moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through him.
Marcus's grip on her hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her eager mouth. He could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and he groaned, the sound primal and raw.
"That's it, you little slut," he growled. "Take my cock like a good girl. Show me what that sweet mouth can do."
Brie whimpered, her eyes watering as she took more of him, her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her tongue, the heat of his cock scalding her mouth. He grabbed her head and thrust several times, using her throat as a pleasure sleeve. He roared but then pulled out suddenly. “Not yet baby. I want to taste and feel that sissy pussy.”
Marcus bent Brett over the arm of the couch and admired his sexy ass. “You are definitely not a man now. That ass was meant to take cock.”
Marcus growled as he peeled off the panties and ran his hands over Brie’s smooth, round globes, spreading them and admiring the pink, puckered hole that awaited him. “You were made to be fucked, weren’t you, Brie?”
Brie moaned, her hips thrusting back against Marcus’s touch. “Yes, please, fuck me, Marcus. I want to feel your big cock inside me.”
Marcus smacked her ass, hard, the sound echoing through the room. Brie yelped, her body jolting at the impact, but the pain quickly morphed into pleasure, her boi hole clenching with need.
Marcus chuckled, his hand rubbing the sting away, his fingers teasing the twitching muscle. "You like that, don't you, Brie? You like being treated like the little slut you are."
Brie whimpered, her hips squirming. "Yes, I do," she admitted, her voice breathy with desire. "I want more, Marcus. I want you to fuck me."
Marcus bent down and ran his tongue up the length of Brie’s ass, pausing at her sensitive pucker and diving in with gusto. He darted his tongue inside, pushing past any resistance as Brett moaned high pitched like a girlie.
Marcus grabbed a bottle of lube from the table and poured it over the smooth surface of Brett’s ass. The Dr’s fingers teased the inviting hole and found their way inside. Brett moaned again, Brie rising to the surface.
"Oh fuck, Marcus. That feels so good. Your fingers are so big, so thick." He pushed his ass back, eager for more.
Marcus chuckled, a dark, sensual sound that sent shivers down Brie's spine. "You like that, hmm? You like my fingers inside your tight little hole?" He thrust his fingers deeper, stretching Brie wide open. "You like being fucked, don't you, Brie?"
"Yes, yes, I do," Brie moaned, her hips moving in time with Marcus's thrusting fingers. I want your cock inside me.
Please, Marcus, fuck me." Brie's voice was a desperate, pleading whimper.
Marcus's fingers continued to thrust in and out of her, stretching her, preparing her. "Patience, Brie. We don't want to rush this."
Brie could feel her asshole clenching around Marcus's fingers, her body aching for more. "Please, Marcus. I can't wait any longer. I need you."
Marcus chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Brie's spine. "Alright, slut.
I'll give you what you want." Marcus withdrew his fingers, and Brie could feel the void left behind. She whimpered, her body aching for more. Marcus moved closer, the head of his cock pressing against her slickened hole. "But you better be prepared to take every inch of my big, thick cock, Brie. You better be ready to feel me stretch you wide open."
Brie bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She had never been fucked like this before, had never felt a real cock inside her. But she wanted it, needed it. "Yes, Marcus. I'm ready. Fuck me. Turn me from a man into a sissy slut.” He panted sharply, his voice breathy with desire.
Marcus's hand rested on Brett's back, holding him in place. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you say it. Tell me what you want."
Brett bit his lip, pushing back against Marcus's cock. "I want you to turn me into your little sissy slut, Marcus. Fuck my ass until I can't walk straight. Make me take your big, fat cock like the filthy little whore I am."
Marcus growled low in his throat, his cock throbbing against Brie's entrance. "Oh, fuck yes, you are.” He pushed the head slowly inside.
Brie's mouth opened in a gasp, her ass tensing and then relaxing as she adjusted to the intrusion.
"Fuck, you're tight, Brie," Marcus groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "You feel incredible."
"More," Brie begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "I want more of you, Marcus." "Patience, slut.
He pushed in a little further, a few more inches, each one accompanied by a gasp from Brie.
She clenched her ass around him, her body resisting the intrusion but her mind begging for more. "Fuck, Marcus. Your cock feels so big," she moaned, her knuckles white as she gripped the arm of the couch.
"You can take it, Brie. I know you can," Marcus coaxed, his voice a low, sultry whisper. He grabbed the lube and squeezed more onto his cock, using his hand to spread it around, coating every inch of his thick shaft. "Just breathe, baby.
Relax your ass, let me in," Marcus murmured, his voice a soothing, hypnotic purr. Brie took a deep breath, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of Marcus's cock pressing against her, the heat of his skin against hers. She relaxed her muscles, letting them yield to the invasion, allowing Marcus to fill her inch by inch.
Marcus groaned, his hips moving slowly, giving her time to adjust. "Fuck, you're so tight, Brie.”
In a smooth motion Marcus sat on the couch and had Brett leaning back against him, impaled on the hard cock. Once Brie had bottomed out, the fucking began in earnest.
Marcus started off slow, his hips moving with measured, deliberate thrusts, giving Brie time to adjust to the feel of his thick cock inside her. He gripped her hips hard, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his thumbs rubbing circles into the delicate skin just above her ass.
"Fuck, Brie, you're so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock."
Brie moaned, her head falling back onto Marcus's shoulder, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of being filled. "Fuck me, Marcus.
Harder. Please, I need to feel you," Brie begged, her voice a desperate, pleading whimper. "I want to feel every inch of that thick cock inside me."
Marcus growled, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move faster, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force. Brie gasped, her body jolting with each thrust, her ass clenching around him like a tight, wet fist. Take my cock like the little slut you are," Marcus groaned, his voice thick and raw with desire. "Feel every fucking inch of me, Brie.
Feel my big, thick cock stretching you wide open. You're mine now, and I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Marcus's words sent a shiver down Brie's spine, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. She whimpered, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, her ass clenching around him like a vice.
Marcus's grip on Brie's hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move faster, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force.
“You’re no longer a man, just my hot sissy slut. It’s what you’ve been wanting. I’m going to breed this boi pussy and make you mine.” Brie could feel the words resonate in her very core, sending a shiver down her spine. Her body trembled with anticipation and need, her ass clenching around Marcus’s thick cock.
“Oh, fuck yes, Marcus. I want that,” she moaned, her voice a desperate, pleading whimper. “I want you to breed me, to fill me up with your cum. Make me your little sissy slut.”
Marcus growled, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her with brutal force. He flipped Brie around so they were eye to eye and then he stood so she was suspended on his cock. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock like a good little slut.
Show me what you're made for," Marcus grunted as he pulled back and slammed forward, his thick cock spearing deep into Brie's hole.
Brie gasped and moaned, her body yielding to the onslaught, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. "Fuck, Marcus, you're so big. It feels so good," she panted, her voice breathy and raw.
Marcus smirked, his eyes locked onto Brie's as he ground his hips against her, his cock buried deep inside her ass. “Take all of it. I’m about to fill up that boi cunt.” Marcus grunted, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, his thick cock hitting her prostate with each plunge. Brie could feel her own cock, her clit hard and sensitive, rubbing against her stomach with each movement. I'm so close. I'm gonna come," Brie moaned, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.
She was so close to the edge, her clit throbbing like a second heartbeat. She whimpered, her hips moving in desperate, needy circles, seeking that little bit more friction to send her over the edge.
"Please, Marcus," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, let me come.”
“Now!” He ordered as he picked up speed and started his own orgasm.
“Come on, you filthy little sissy slut, come all over my cock while I’m breeding you.”
Brie felt her climax rising, the pressure building up inside her. Marcus’s cock was a relentless, pounding force inside her, stretching her wide, filling her completely.
“I’m cumming.” She squealed as her limp sissy clit started erupting.
She felt her entire body convulse as her orgasm rocked her, waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her ass clenched around Marcus's cock, milking him as her inner walls contracted. "Fuck, Marcus! Oh God, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the room. Marcus roared as he felt Brie's ass tighten around him, her orgasm sending him over the edge. He slammed into her one last time, burying himself deep inside her, and let out a guttural groan as he started to cum.
Brie felt him pulse and throb within her, his cock spasming as he filled her with his hot, thick seed.
"Fuck, Brie, your ass is so goddamn tight," Marcus moaned, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. "You feel so fucking incredible wrapped around my cock."
Brie could feel his cum filling her up, coating her insides, the heat of it scalding her. It felt so good, so right. She was his, completely and utterly. She was his little sissy slut, his dirty little whore, and she loved every fucking minute of it.
Afterwords, Brie lay against Marcus, his cock still buried deep inside her, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Her ass clenched around him, milking the last drops of his seed from his thick cock.
“Your therapy definitely came a long way today.” Marcus chuckled. “We unlocked a new level. I think next time we should explore Brett’s relationship with Sarah.”
Marcus suggested as he slowly pulled, his cock glistening with their combined juices. Brie whimpered at the loss of his heat, her ass clenching as if trying to keep him inside. “Would you like that,?” Marcus asked, his voice a low, sexy purr.
Brett turned to face him, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “I don’t know,” he admitted, her voice a soft whisper. “I’m scared of what she might think of Brie.”
Marcus reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand. “That’s natural. We can all explore this world together. My office is a safe space.”