Fat Brother's Hypnosis Experiment (Family Incest Adult Novel)

I don’t remember when it happened, but I know it wasn’t a very special day and nothing special happened. I suddenly realized that I’m just an ordinary person.

He is not a hero, nor a magician, and certainly not a great demon king. He is just a decorative NPC that does not even have the function of triggering a mission. He wanders around the town all day long, and can only keep skipping the needle like a broken phonograph: "Hmm... I think the weather is good today."

However, what is even more sad is that when I discovered that even such awareness is just a feeling that everyone will have more or less after leaving adolescence and leaving behind personal mythology, I could only silently draw a big red cross on my last value in my heart.

"Elkin proposed the concept of personal myth to explain the phenomenon of adolescent egocentrism." The guy who became a professor at the age of 30 stood in the lecture hall and drew two white lines on the blackboard: "He believes that adolescent egocentrism has two main characteristics. Does anyone know which ones they are?"

He raised his hand holding the chalk and walked from one end of the podium to the other.

"Does anyone know?"

At this time, someone touched my hand that was supporting my cheek. I turned around and saw the fat boy in my high school class shrinking his head and moving his bloated body towards me.

"Hey, do you know the answer?" he asked.

I looked at him lazily, then pointed at the textbook on the table impatiently.

"Isn't it written very clearly above?" I pointed at the words that had just deprived me of the last value of my life.

Fatty snatched my textbook away in a flash, then raised his hand exaggeratedly, and the whole table was knocked crooked by him.

"Oh, very good!" The professor made a surprised sound. After all, in a general education course with nearly a hundred students, only 50% of them were present, and only a few of them were awake. Having someone willing to answer questions was like winning the lottery.

"Yes, there are two characteristics." Fat Brother said nervously: "The first is that they think there are imaginary audiences watching them, and the second is that they overemphasize their own emotions and uniqueness."

"Yes, this student said it very well." The professor happily wrote the two key words "imaginary audience" and "personal myth" on the two white lines, and then continued his lecture happily.

To be honest, I hate this guy. Seeing him completely immersed in his own world, I can't help but want to laugh at him. However, the reality of being young and promising forces me to retract my contempt - because in the eyes of the world, I am just an even greater failure.

"Thanks." Fatty said in a low voice.

I looked at him askance and took my textbook.

"Why are you so active suddenly?" I asked out loud my doubts. After all, I had never seen him so serious before.

But Fat Brother didn't answer, and I didn't care. I just stared out the window. No, I should say I was staring at the female classmate standing by the window. The girl had long wavy hair that flowed down her cheeks and onto her shoulders, making her face look even smaller. Her appearance was not clear from a distance, but I could see her long legs sticking out from the bottom edge of her sweater that was tightly attached to her trouser legs. I guess there was no need to focus on her face.

If I could let her lie in my arms, and stroke her long legs with my palms, up along the calves, and then slide in between the insides of her legs - suddenly my body was shaken violently, and the thoughts in my mind were instantly disconnected.

"I'm telling you this because of our friendship." I looked at Fat Brother's serious expression and swallowed the dirty words that were about to come out of my mouth. "This professor just came to our school this year. I looked up his resume on the Internet out of boredom. Do you know what he does?"

"Psychology professor?"

"He studies hypnosis." Fatty's voice couldn't be any lower.

"Oh, so?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I knew this bastard liked this flavor, but I didn't expect he was addicted to this extent. "You don't think the plot in the comics is real, do you?"

"Damn, you don't believe it!" Fatty asked in surprise.

"Fuck, you believe it?" I pretended to be even more surprised.

"If you don't believe me, forget it." Fatty glared at me fiercely, then said, "Anyway, I want to make a good impression on him and see if he can teach me a few tricks."

"Even if hypnosis is really that awesome, do you think he would teach you casually?"

"Do you know that the school has a psychology experiment and will invite students to participate in the experiment?"

"I know. I did some simple tests, asked some questions or simulated situations."

"This professor is also inviting subjects, and the number of participants is limited."

"You signed up for this experiment?" I was really surprised this time. I didn't expect him to be so proactive.

"Of course, tonight, I plan to consult him. And don't forget that I applied to transfer to the Department of Psychology last year. I plan to make a good impression on him and then apply to help him with research."

I think the only word that can describe my expression at this moment is dumbfounded. I have to admire this person who can't even last two days of exercising to lose weight, and who can work so hard for an unrealistic fantasy.

"What if he's not as amazing as you thought?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter. At least I risked my life for my dream." He said this cool line that he learned from somewhere.

I think I can only wish him the best.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, I put away my textbooks, picked up my backpack and walked towards the classroom door. When I got to the door, I realized that Fatty had not followed me. I turned around and looked at my seat, only to find that he had left all his things behind and ran into the lecture hall alone. The professor looked very happy. I don't know what the two of them were talking about, but the professor's expression became more and more serious.

I wanted to get closer to listen to what they were saying, but a figure suddenly passed by me. I stopped in a hurry to avoid bumping into a classmate who was about to leave the classroom.

"Sorry." I apologized quickly. It was then that I realized that the person I almost bumped into was the female classmate with long wavy hair. She looked at me coldly without saying a word.

Her facial features are delicate and her eyes look bright and powerful.

"Please don't block the door, okay?" she said, and walked out without looking back.

I stared at her back in a daze until Fatty patted my shoulder.

"Hey, why are you in a daze today?"

"Nothing." I said. "What did you tell the professor?"

"Oh, I was just asking him about the experiment tonight and trying to find out what he was thinking." Fatty said, "The professor said this is a very serious matter, but seeing how enthusiastic I am, he decided to let me help him with the experiment tonight. If I perform well, he will consider accepting me as his student."

"You're too impatient." I analyzed from an objective perspective: "If he knew your intention, he would have handed the weapon to the criminal."

"You think too much. I am now a good student who is obsessed with learning." Fatty said proudly.

"Okay, I'll go back to the dormitory first. Can you bring me some food in the evening?"

"No problem," he said.

I returned to the dorm, took a shower, and recalled my past experience of learning hypnosis - a time I had not told Fatty about.

At that time, the instructor asked us to form groups of three. One person lay on a chair, closed his eyes and pretended to be hypnotized. Then he asked the person on the chair to imagine an experience he had had in the past, such as jogging or swimming, and then the other two people began to describe it.

Most of the participants at that time were like me, who had unrealistic imaginations about hypnosis.

We said things like "You want to believe you're talking about the piano, and then gradually you become one with the music" or "You look up and see the clouds in the sky, they're so white and blue, they seem to suck you in." But nothing happened, and when it was my turn to sit on the chair, I thought the other two were idiots.

- It was not until later that the instructor told us that sentences involving inner feelings or without images would only have a counterproductive effect, and that induction requires images and sensory feelings.

The instructor then gave an example. He said that when people are taking the elevator, they often stare at the changing floors as if they were hypnotized, and will not suddenly wake up until the elevator arrives: they are really like people who have just woken up. For a short period of time, they cannot grasp what is happening. This is why we easily go to the wrong floor or are scared by people who just enter the elevator.

I then spent a long time practicing how to get people into this hypnotic state. But it was not until much later that I realized that hypnosis was just another form of communication. Although the person you are communicating with seems to be completely at your mercy, this is just an illusion. Hypnotizing a person to stand up and dance is no easier than simply asking him to stand up and dance - if you are very familiar with the other person, hypnosis is actually a more tiring idea.

After taking a shower, drying my body and blowing my hair, I went to the forum to search for all articles related to "hypnosis". Although I clearly know the gap between fantasy and reality, the beauty of fantasy is still desirable. I just read the articles on the forum while waiting for dinner.

Then, I waited until half past eleven, my stomach growling.

Finally, Fat Brother pushed open the door and walked in exhausted.

"Did you gain anything?" I asked.

Fatty looked at me with an awkward expression on his face. He walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, sat down, put his face on the desk, and said, "You're right..."

"Huh? What did you say?" I didn't hear the rest of the words clearly.

"You're right, hypnosis is not such a magical thing." Fat Brother's voice was muffled in his arms, and he always felt that there was something strange. "I'm a little tired, I want to go to bed first."

He said as he stood up from the chair he had just pulled out and climbed onto the raised bed with difficulty.

"Hey, aren't you going to take a shower?" I shouted mockingly from above.

"I'm very tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Fat Brother seemed to have curled himself up in the quilt.

I can imagine Fatty's disappointment, but I just feel like something is not right. If he is so sad, shouldn't he complain to me? Or is he so sad that he is no longer in the mood?

"Okay, then I'm going to bed too. I'm starving." I said, closing the computer, turning off the desk lamp, and jumping onto the bed on the other side. "Fat brother, if you are sad, we can talk about it."

"It's okay, it's okay." said Fatty. "Don't bother with me."

I had originally planned to share my past experiences with him, but he flatly refused, which made me feel even more that something was wrong.

"In fact, even I can't let go of this fantasy." I thought to myself, so now I can't help but doubt Fatty.

Turning over, I decided to put these thoughts aside.

After a while, I heard a slight commotion in the darkness. I raised my head in confusion and looked down from the edge of the bed. I saw Fat Brother sitting in front of the desk. Next to the computer was a large bag of toilet paper, several sheets of which had been pulled out and scattered on the table.

I squinted my eyes and looked at the screen, only to see a half-naked girl standing in a white room, one hand on her private parts and making obscene noises from her mouth. The girl had beautiful long wavy hair!

"Ah...! Haah! Gulp... Ahhh!" The girl's lower body kept shaking. The movement of her fingers could be seen through the thin fabric of her panties. A transparent liquid kept flowing out from the corner where her panties were turned over.

At first I thought the fat guy just couldn't stand the blow of reality and decided to vent his feelings by having sex. It wasn't until a familiar figure appeared behind the girl that I felt something was wrong.

The young professor put his hands on the girl's breasts from behind. The small but perfectly shaped breasts were dotted with two pink nipples, and the girl's expression of enjoyment was really pleasing to the eye.

The professor lowered his head and sucked her nipples. The girl became more dazed and murmured, "Ah! So good! Um... Haah!"

The professor pushed the girl's hands away and replaced them with his own hands, reaching deep into her panties. The love juices flowed even more profusely around her. The professor stroked the girl's private parts along the periphery, rubbing slowly, and the girl's breathing became louder and louder.

“Ah…Give it to me, ah! Ah…Ah…Ah…!”

The professor suddenly inserted his fingers into the girl's vagina and stirred them rapidly, and the girl actually reached orgasm.

At this moment, the camera suddenly shook violently a few times, as if it was moved to a certain place and re-set up, and then another figure appeared from behind the camera - I gasped, that person turned out to be Fat Brother. At the same time, the fat guy in front of the computer also started to move. He grabbed a handful of toilet paper and started stroking his lower body.

The girl on the screen was laid on the ground. The professor and the fat man, whose body was obviously stiff, walked to the girl. The two of them squatted down. The fat man whispered something in the girl's ear, and then the girl seemed to suddenly come to her senses and climbed up.

The girl deftly took off her panties and then wrapped herself around the fat guy like a snake. His legs went soft and the two of them fell backwards out of the shot. Then all that could be heard were her ecstatic moans and the fat guy's uncomfortable moans.

The fat guy in front of the screen also groaned, but to be honest, it lasted for an unnaturally short time.

Fat Brother let out a long breath, threw the toilet paper ball into the trash can, and then turned off the computer screen. Then I heard his footsteps coming towards me, and I quickly turned over and pretended to be asleep.

Then the whole bed began to shake, and Fat Brother slowly climbed up. I judged from his breathing that he was looking at me from above. After a while, he seemed to believe that I was really asleep, and then he climbed out of bed.

"Idiot, even if I was really asleep, you woke me up now." I thought to myself.

I looked at my phone, waiting for time to pass. It was really tormenting to do nothing and just wait. It was not until more than an hour later, when I heard Fat Brother snoring, that I quietly got out of bed and turned on Fat Brother's computer.

I found the video from the historical files of the player and uploaded it to the cloud drive. The whole process took less than ten minutes. Then I hurried back to the bed, picked up my phone to start downloading the video, then hid under the quilt, put on headphones and started to watch what was going on.

The film begins with an empty room, and then the sound of a door opening is heard.

The professor brought the female student into the room and began to explain the process of the experiment to her. It was probably to test how the students would react to music when they were in rooms of different colors. The student who was responsible for holding the camera (that is, the fat guy) was there to record the process of the experiment.

The female student nodded, then turned around and faced the wall as instructed. After giving a few instructions to Fatty, the professor turned around and pretended to go out. Then, when the female student wasn't paying attention, he suddenly patted her on the shoulder.

"Huh?" The female classmate turned around, confusion written all over her face.

At this time, the professor stretched out his hand for no reason, as if to shake hands with her. The female student subconsciously stretched out her hand in response. At this time, the professor's left hand suddenly grasped her wrist, and then said in a low voice: "Let your arm slowly drop, and at the same time you also fall into a state of unconsciousness."

Seeing this scene, I exclaimed, "Master."

The professor used the human habit of shaking hands to make the other party raise her hand spontaneously, but interrupted the conversation in the middle to make the female student fall into an even more helpless state after being confused. This move is called pattern blocking. The most difficult part is to grasp the moment when the other party is stunned and give verbal prompts, otherwise the other party may quickly come back to his senses and react.

But looking at the confused eyes of my female classmates, I became even more confused. What should I do next?

"Come here and help me hold her." The professor said to the camera.

The camera shook, and then the fat guy appeared from behind. He walked behind the female classmate and grabbed the girl's shoulders a little awkwardly.

"Now let's start the real experiment." The professor's voice could not hide his excitement.

He walked out of the room and returned a short time later with a cart with two helmets on it.

The professor put one helmet on the girl's head and put the other on himself.

"I just explained to you what to do if the machine works smoothly. Now I tell you, if it fails, you can leave us and go on your own. I can't drag you down." The professor said, and Fat Brother seemed scared.

"Master, I won't abandon you. I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do!"

The professor smiled and said, "I was worried at first about how to start this experiment, but I didn't expect to meet you. I guess it's my luck. Not everyone dares to do this kind of thing. Even if I fail, I will be very happy. You can continue your research with my results."

After hearing this, Fat Brother didn't say anything else. I think Fat Brother was actually only worried that if an accident happened, his dream would be shattered.

Then the professor turned on the machine. His body began to spasm irregularly the moment he pressed the button, and so did the girl's body. After a while, the strange spasms slowly stopped.

"What's going on?" the girl spoke slowly, tears in the corners of her eyes, looking very charming.

"Professor?" Fatty asked tentatively.

"Professor? Who are you talking about?" the girl asked blankly.

The fat guy seemed to realize that the experiment had failed, and he let go of the girl and threw her down in fear. The girl's head hit the cart hard and she fell to the ground.

"Ah! It hurts!" the girl cried.

Then she saw the professor lying on the ground.

"By the way, I'm doing an experiment!" The girl suddenly came to her senses, turned around and grabbed the fat guy who was about to run away. "My experiment was successful! I succeeded! The experiment of mind value was successful!"

"What!" Fat Brother said in surprise. He squatted down and grabbed the girl's shoulders and shook them hard.

"Ouch..." The girl felt pain, and the fat brother calmed down a little. At the same time, he found that he was facing the body of a mature woman.

"Let's continue the experiment!" The professor in the girl's body seemed to have really turned into a young girl. She jumped up and took the fat brother's hand and spun around. "Help me quickly put my body and the machine aside, and remember to check if the camera is pointed correctly."

"no problem!"

After everything was done, Fat Brother walked towards the camera, and then the lens moved to the center of the room and aimed at the girl.

"Now I am going to start preparing for self-suggestion and conditioning." The girl said to the camera. "What I have in my hand right now is a specially made potion that can reduce my willpower and greatly increase my libido."

As she spoke, she inserted the needle into her arm. Her face, which already looked a little strong, now looked a little angry and a little resentful and shy with her brows furrowed.

"Hmm... It's itchy..." Less than a few minutes after the injection, the girl shuddered, and then began to rub her breasts and private parts through her clothes. “I didn’t expect… the drug to be so potent, ah! Quick… bring my body over here, haaaaah!”

As she spoke, she squatted down, her whole body shaking.

“It hurts so much… hurry up! Aaaaaaaaaaa!”

The camera began to shake, then drooped down, shining on the professor's weak feet. Then the camera turned, and the girl's long wavy hair was already disheveled. She struggled to take off her sweater and hurriedly pulled off her bra. The nipples on her two round breasts were already standing excitedly.

The girl pounced on the lifeless male body, grabbed the man's hand and stuffed it into her lower body, then began to twist her body rhythmically - she was actually masturbating with her own hand!

She used her entire arm as a stick, rubbing it back and forth between her breasts and crotch. I was deeply attracted by her obsessed attitude and couldn't help swallowing. At the same time, I heard the swallowing sound coming from the screen.

"I love this taste, hahaha... give it to me, anything is fine! Uh-huh! I want it so much..."

The girl let go of the man's hand and began to unbuckle her belt - she knelt on the ground with her hips raised, her upper body pressed against the man's lower body, and her white back formed a sexy line.

Looking at her obscene posture, my panties were getting tighter and tighter, but I knew I had to keep my sanity and see how things would develop.

On the screen, the girl who was brought into consciousness by the professor propped up her body, with her pussy spinning on the cock. She reached out to play with her pussy, stirring it with a finger, making herself moan continuously.

"Hmm! I love the teacher's cock the most, come and fuck me!"

After she finished speaking, she squatted on the man's body and inserted her unconscious but hard penis straight into him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" the girl let out a loud and obscene cry.

"A man's cock, haha...it feels so good!"

After the penis was inserted, the girl twisted her buttocks even more wantonly, supporting herself on the ground with her hands and swinging her buttocks in ecstasy. Under her white and tender buttocks, the image of the fierce penis constantly going in and out, constantly making obscene sounds.

"Ahhh...ah! It feels so good...my pussy feels so good when it's fucked!"

The girl began to move her hips rhythmically, as if she wanted to squeeze every last bit of energy out of the man.

“Ah! Uh…ah…ah…ah! My pussy is going to be damaged. The teacher must be responsible. Uh…ah!”

She shook faster and faster, her whole body was covered with sweat, and it was unclear whether it was vaginal fluid or sweat that kept splashing out everywhere. The girl screamed loudly. “Ahh… Ahhh… Ahhhhhhhh!”

Finally, she collapsed on the man's body exhausted, her petite body gasping for breath.

"Bring me the camera," she panted.

I think it must be very hard for Fatty to endure.

"Now this body has completely remembered the pleasure of sex. All I have to do next is to let her connect the pleasure of sex with my body. Then, during hypnosis, I can make her unable to refuse the suggestion of sex." The girl's face flushed because of the afterglow of sex. Her domineering aura was replaced by the beauty of a little woman.

"Then by faking her memories and behaviors, we can continue to deepen the suggestion." She told the camera about her future plans, but the more I listened, the more I felt something was wrong.

Then they left the room and went to another room where the girl was sitting on a chair with the professor's voice coming from a tape recorder next to her.

"You feel more and more relaxed now."

"I want you to listen to my voice carefully... seriously... with all your heart."

"You're already very relaxed, your whole body is relaxed... Now your mind is blank."

I listened to the professor's voice and knew that such induction had no effect, but the girl on the chair, or the girl under the professor's control, began to slowly fall asleep.

"Your eyelids are heavy, very heavy, irresistibly heavy... You want to have a good rest, but you can't." The professor's pre-recorded voice continued, while the girl on the chair showed a painful expression.

Then it dawned on me - this was acting! She was pretending to be hypnotized, and then using this video for reverse hypnosis to make the girl believe something she originally didn't believe.

Moreover, from the previous stages, it seems that the professor can directly use self-suggestion or forced constraints to make the girl's body and mind accept the content that actually comes from the professor's consciousness.

Rather than hypnosis, it is more like the professor used his own consciousness as a virus to invade the girl's head and then implant a false consciousness - however, if the false consciousness was too real, even the professor's own mind might be affected, so it had to be done through such an indirect and repetitive method.

"I am your master. You can only rest at my command."

"Ugh..." the girl groaned in pain. "I want...please let me rest."

"You must acknowledge me as your master, or you will not be able to rest."

"Please, I'll do whatever you say... I'm so tired, I want to rest..."

"Then repeat what I say and say that I am the master's slave."

"I am... the master's slave..." the girl repeated blankly.

I couldn't help but marvel at the professor's acting skills. If I had seen it, I think I would have believed it too.

Then the video continued, just like an ordinary hypnotic novel, the girl succumbed to the power of hypnosis, and then the picture disappeared, and then the picture became bright again, and the naked girl was seen kneeling in front of the professor.

"Don't worry, it will be your turn to enjoy later." The professor said to the girl.

The girl returned to her former strong face and reluctantly unbuttoned the professor's pants.

"Very good, we will then familiarize her with the techniques of serving men and the feeling of submission."

It turned out that at this time, the girl's body turned into a fat guy.

The girl was sucking the man's cock, her movements were stiff and obviously full of disgust. The professor suddenly reached out and pushed the girl to the ground, pressing her from behind.

"Master, what do you want to do!" The fat guy in the girl's body screamed, but when it came out of the girl's voice, it turned into a cry that only aroused his animal desires even more.

"Women should obey men!" The professor became a different person and cursed viciously. He grabbed the girl's chin with one hand, turned her face around, and kissed her on the lips.

"Oh... Stop it!" the girl struggled hard.

"Hehe, you'll be the one begging me soon!" The professor grabbed her breasts and rubbed them vigorously, while skillfully teasing her nipples.

“Yeah…”

The girl couldn't help but let out a low moan of enjoyment; perhaps the previous hint had taken effect, or perhaps the professor had used another aphrodisiac potion.

"Didn't you say no? Look at the way you look now, didn't you enjoy it just now?"

“No, how could I possibly enjoy it? I’m, ah! Ugh…”

As if he didn't want the fat guy to have the thought of destroying the integrity of his consciousness, the professor sealed her lips again. His other hand had already reached deep into the girl's crotch to tease her. The consciousness of resistance seemed to have been replaced by happiness. From the girl's moans, it seemed that she could no longer think normally.

"You were born a woman, and women are meant to be played with by men!"

The professor teased the girl's vagina as he spoke. The pleasure, the shock of being suddenly attacked, the hints from the past and the drugs had caused the girl to become a complete captive of desire.

"Look at yourself. You just want to be raped by me and become my slave!"

“What… did you say… ah!”

Seeing that she still had the will to resist, the professor immediately increased the speed of his fingers, and the girl's momentary rationality was immediately replaced by another wave of orgasm.

"You are just a bitch who wants to be fucked by a man. Just accept your fate. As long as you admit it, you can get greater happiness!"

“No, stop it… stop it… Ahhh! Hmm?”

The professor suddenly pulled his hand away. The girl felt empty and looked blankly at the man who was raping her.

Mode blocking again! The professor suddenly yelled.

"You feel very comfortable, right? The pleasure is about to engulf you!" he said, and the girl rolled her eyes. "But it's almost there. You can't get pleasure without permission!"

"Allow me? No, I want... um... give it to me now!"

"I wanted to give you happiness, but someone stopped me!"

"Who is it? Stop it... Give it to me, I want it so badly... Tell him to stop!"

I was amazed at the professor's technique of transformation. He turned the original resistance into resistance to resistance. The girl, who was in confusion and on the verge of orgasm, had no way of noticing this logical trap.

"That's right, as long as he stops, you can orgasm, all you have to do is say that keyword!"

"I say, you can ask me to do anything! Just tell me what to say!" The girl crawled in front of the professor and begged humbly.

"You are my slave. You were born to be a bitch to be fucked by men!"

"I am your slave... I was born to be fucked by men!"

"Are you a good-for-nothing, slutty woman born to be a slave to men?" the professor continued to ask.

"That's right, everything you said is right... Give it to me quickly, please use your cock to fuck this slutty slave of mine to death!" The girl shouted obscene words, she climbed up the man's waist, and licked the man's cock like a puppy.

The professor pushed her away and yelled, "A slutty woman like you can only kneel on the ground and wait for a man to fuck you!"

Upon hearing this, the girl quickly knelt on the ground, with her pussy covered with vaginal fluid facing the center of the camera.

The professor walked forward with satisfaction, grabbed the girl's hips tightly with both hands, left red claw marks on her snow-white buttocks, and then he suddenly inserted his penis into the girl's vagina.

The pain was accompanied by infinite pleasure, and the girl screamed and reached orgasm.

"You will never forget this pleasure in your life." The professor continued to give hints while thrusting continuously to bring the girl to a higher climax.

“Mmmmm…Ahh…Mmmmm! Ahhh! Yaaaaaaah!”

Then the picture suddenly disappeared, and then there was another scene, where the professor was still fucking the girl's pussy, but I intuitively knew that this was a different place - even a different time!

I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. I pulled back the quilt and was about to stand up and question Fatty.

I don’t know when Fatty’s snoring stopped.

I looked at the edge of the bed and saw Fat Brother's big face facing me, and I felt creepy.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"This is not the first day of this experiment, right?" I asked back.

"Of course not. The experiment has been going on for three months."

"Then why did you lie to me that tonight was the first time for the experiment?"

Fat Brother looked at me in confusion without saying anything. Suddenly, he waved his right hand and snapped his fingers. I couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound - and then there was darkness.

When I woke up, I found myself covered with a black cloth and my hands were handcuffed behind my back on a chair.

"Master, his condition seems strange, so I brought him here." Fat Brother said in a disgusting tone.

"You did a great job. I'll reward you later," the professor's voice said.

"Thank you, Master." Fatty still said in that disgusting tone.

A hand helped me lift the black cloth, and I found myself in the room in the film, with Fatty holding a camera pointing at me.

"What do you want to do!" I asked loudly, trying to eliminate the fear in my heart.

"Well... maybe it was stimulated by something." The professor ignored me, as if I had no life but just a doll.

"Okay, let's do it again," the professor said, and walked towards me, and then I felt a sharp pain in my right arm.

"What have you done to me! I'm a man!" I got goosebumps thinking about what he might have hit me with.

"Huh, man? What are you talking about?" the professor said with a smile.

I shook my body in panic, only to notice the long brown hair hanging down at my sides and the two bouncing big breasts in front of my chest.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay," he said, and held out his hand to me.

When I woke up, I just felt lazy and didn't want to move.

My whole body was hot and covered in sweat, my head was dizzy and I couldn't understand anything.

"Tell me how you feel now." A very distant voice asked me.

"I feel so tired and relaxed."

"What else?"

what else? I tried hard to think, but I just felt more and more tired, no matter what he said.

"I don't know...you decide...I'm so tired..."

I heard laughter and at the same time my breasts felt itchy and swollen.

"You want to obey, you want to obey my voice and the pleasure."

the voice said, and then a hand began to caress my breasts, it felt so good… so nice.

I heard soft music, and I wanted to obey the sound, obey his thoughts, I wanted to be happy, I wanted him to continue to touch me, but it seemed that there was something else...

"Yes, obedience makes you happy...very happy."

“Yeah… I, I’m very happy… ah…”

I felt someone touching my lower body as well. It felt so good and numb... I liked it. I wanted more pleasure and more obedience, but there was still something missing.

“Ah! It’s so itchy… so comfortable… ah ah! Give it to me quickly!”

"No, you are not obedient enough, so I can't give it to you."

I’m not obedient enough... But I’ve been so obedient, I did everything the master said... Master? Yes, I must obey my master. I belong to my master, and I can only be happy if I listen to my master.

“Master, please… give it to me quickly, quick… ahhhhhhh!”

Suddenly, I felt the master's cock entering my wet pussy, and he rubbed my big breasts while inserting it. I belong to the master, and only the master can give me happiness!

“Ah… Master, please fuck me… I belong to you, ahh! Uh-huh!”

"Remember this feeling now. Never forget it for the rest of your life," said the master.

My mind was blank and my body actively catered to the master. I floated higher and higher and my consciousness became more and more blurred. I heard someone screaming. That was the pleasure that could only be obtained after complete obedience.

Then I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in my master's arms.

"Are you awake?"

"Master~" I buried my face in my master's chest in shame.

"I found that even through conscious input, hypnosis still has its limits. Foreign consciousness is foreign consciousness." The master suddenly started talking about strange topics. "It is only possible to achieve complete hypnosis if one is willing to cooperate from the beginning and the conscious person actively strengthens it, just like you."

The master kissed my cheek as he spoke, and I felt as if my whole body was melting.

"I want you to enter the girl's body and play the role of a woman who is hypnotized and abused. Then in the end, I want you to be completely integrated with the body. Only then can you reach your current level. Maybe it's because the consciousness separated from the body becomes more fragile." The master said, and one hand began to play with my pussy. A slutty girl like me, as soon as the master's fingers touched, the pussy juice would flow out.

"Have a climax." the master suddenly said.

Before I realized what was happening, the pleasure spread from the master's fingers and rushed straight to my brain. My eyes rolled back and tears, urine and vaginal fluid flowed out like a dam bursting. Waves of pleasure kept coming, and I could only keep moaning.

"Stop," said the Master.

The pleasure suddenly subsided, but my body still had some feeling left. I knew that only the Master could give me this kind of pleasure, and it was a great blessing to be able to obey the Master.

"But sometimes, in order to avoid being discovered, you still have to let your body return to its original body, which will cause the previous situation to occur." The master said regretfully. "So I had to go through all the trouble to call it again."

"I'm sorry, master. I won't dare to do it again." Although I don't know what the master is talking about, I know it might have something to do with me.

"It's not your fault. I have thought of a solution," said the master. "Now, go to sleep."

I opened my eyes and looked at the dark screen of my phone. I lifted the quilt and saw Fatty was still snoring on the other side... It turned out that it was just my fantasy. I let out a long breath and put the phone aside.

The next weekend, it was the same psychology class taught by that damn professor again, and I saw the girl with long wavy hair in the movie sitting alone in the corner of the window again.

Although I don't understand how the professor and Fatty did it, but since the basis is hypnosis, I think I can use ordinary hypnosis to achieve the same effect.

"Hi classmate, can I sit here please?"

She looked at me coldly and said nothing. She probably thought I was just trying to strike up a conversation.

I quickly reached out and patted her left shoulder. She looked at me in shock. Before she could react, I covered her face with my right hand and pushed her back. Then I whispered in her ear, "Relax your whole body now and listen to my voice."

"Yes... Master." She said blankly.

I was overjoyed to hear that. Even though I had only used shallow hypnosis to directly bring out the professor's hard work, I couldn't help but feel very proud.

"You are not allowed to make any sound without my order," I said. "Then I will count to three, and you are going to have the most intense orgasm of your life."

"One, two, three, climax!"

She opened her eyes wide, her tongue slightly moved out as she let out silent moans, tears of orgasm rolled down her cheeks, and then she slowly curled up her body and trembled continuously. I knew that at that moment, she could feel the rumbling shock, and the incredible orgasm made her bite her lower lip tightly for the rest of the time in order to obey my orders.

"Okay, now tell me who made you cum."

"My Lord," she said obediently.

"Who is your master?" I asked.

"Professor Oo." She said. I frowned, then thought that if the order was changed to me, it would definitely reveal a flaw, so I decided to maintain this order.

"Now lie on my lap." I said. At this time, the professor had already gone to the stage to give a lecture, and the students were scattered around the classroom, most of them were sleeping. I adjusted the angle, using the table and my coat as shields, so that her head could rest on my lap without anyone noticing.

"Serve my cock well," I whispered.

Then her soft hands took out my cock and started stroking it slowly. When it was hard enough, her hot and wet tongue stuck to the front of my cock and started circling it. I had to try very hard not to make any sound.

She put her warm lips around my cock and sucked it tightly, teasing it with her tongue.

I felt the pleasure of physical conquest and enjoyed the service of the beautiful woman - I remembered that some novels said that it was even more refreshing to make love with a girl's body. Maybe I can steal that machine and try it out someday.

As I was thinking, I felt sleepy, so I slowly lay on the table and enjoyed the beautiful woman's oral sex, and slowly I fell asleep. In my dream, I vaguely saw myself turning into that girl, lying in the arms of my master, enjoying the pleasure of a woman's orgasm, which is a pleasure that can only be obtained by obedience.

I was so happy and wanted to obey so badly.