The Sway, Pt. 2

DISCLAIMER: This story contains hypnosis, diaper usage, TG transformation, breast expansion/lactation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Good afternoon, my name is Lala and I’ll be servicing you today,” said Mistress Lala as she entered the procedure room. Her high heels clicked across the floor as she stepped around the chair Jack was seated in. She smiled with a touch of superiority as she stared down at him.

Jack’s jaw dropped like a cartoon character the moment he saw her. “H-Hi…I’m…wow…” he said, unable to so much as even say his name. She hadn’t even begun to hypnotize him and yet he was already under her spell. Her face looked like it was crafted by an angle, with curves that, even though partially obstructed by her silk robe, might as well have been carved by Zeuz himself. While he wasn’t aware of it, a small line of drool had begun to form.

“Well, Mr. Wow, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Lala chuckled, reaching down and wiping away Jack’s small line of drool with her thumb, “Save that for the session, sweetie. Would you stand up and undress for me, please?”

Scrambling to his feet, Jack averted his gaze from Lala, still flustered from her cleaning up his spital, but also flustered by the fact that he now needed to get undressed in front of this woman. With a deep breath, he dropped his pants and ripped off his shirt, knowing that if he slowed down between the two, he’d never make it.

“No, no. All the way,” said Lala, giving Jack a small wink as she gestured to his pelvic region. Newbies were always so much fun to play with. And despite how desperately he was signaling her with his eyes to look away, she wasn’t going to miss a second of this. And just as she’d suspected, he was quite inferior in size, as were most of the men who entered her clinic.

Scurrying back to his seat, Jack placed his hands over his crotch, but Mistress Lala was having none of it, she quickly snatched his hands away, giving him a pitying look. “Your hands need to be restrained, so please do your best to relax,” said Lala, bending down next to the armrest of the chair and pulling out a velcro strap, which she proceeded to bind Jack’s arm with. Feeling him tense up, she knew that she needed to up her bedside manner a little bit, “This being your first visit, how was it you found out about my little establishment?”

Jack, feeling a touch nervous at how fast this was all moving, stuttered out his answer, “M-My friend, Luke, gave me uh…this business card-thingy and I-I was like…cool.” Despite having said the word, never before had he felt less cool.

Gigging up a storm, Mistress Lala attached his other wrist restraint, unable to conceal her amusement. She’d dealt with subby boys like this on a near-daily basis now, and it was never not cute. “How exciting! Word of mouth seems to be traveling fast, which isn’t very surprising giving the quite noticeable results,” she said, smirking with pride, “Did this friend of yours happen to mention my methods of administering hypnosis?”

Shaking his head no, Jack chuckled, “I mostly just assumed it would be some common method of hypnosis, like waving a watch in front of his eyes or a spinning spiral or something.”

“How cute,” said Lala, stepping onto the platform stationed in front of the chair. She looked from side to side at the various mirrors surrounding her, admiring how gorgeous she looked in every angle. “My methods are a bit more intimate than some cheap parlor trick. Allow me to demonstrate.” Shrugging off her robe, she unveiled her enormous J-cup breasts.

With his blood already pumping from the anxiety of this whole situation, Jack was fully erect in a matter of seconds. In the back of his mind, he was taking a mental note to name his firstborn son Luke, after the greatest friend he’d ever had. How much more hypnotizing was this session gonna get?! He was already at the point when all he could do was mindlessly stare at her mammoth melons, wishing he could be shrunk down to half a foot tall just so he could live inside of them.

Walking over to a small table near the edge of the platform, Lala pulled out a small, black jar and dipped her pointer finger into it, coating her finger in some kind of black goo. She then lifted up her breast and brought her goo-covered fingers to the center of her nipple, shivering slightly from the sensation. A sensation that only became more pleasurable as she began to circle around the whole of her boob, creating a long spiral and moaning all the while.

Jack felt as if he could explode at any moment. Gawking at Lala as she applied the black paint to her second boob, he cursed the part of himself that was a cheapskate and didn’t buy into the Erotic Fantasy Package. Then again, with the way things were going, it was perhaps already erotic enough for his first experience.

Returning to her spot in the center of the platform, Lala leaned forward and blew Jack a kiss, smiling sensuously, “I think that’s enough small talk for now. Just sit back and relax. I’ll remove your restraints after you are under my suggestion.”

Easing back her shoulders, Jack did his best to relax and ignore the throbbing hard-on that he was sporting for Lala to plainly see. He blushed slightly as he did his best to ignore the awkwardness of it all, attempting to eat up the eye candy that Lala had on display.

“Keep your eyes open and stare into my cleavage,” said Lala as she started to move side to side, causing her boobs to swing, slowly at first but quickly gaining in velocity. During this time, she never once broke eye contact with Jack, making sure that his eyes didn’t shut for even a millisecond.

With feverish desire, Jack’s eyes traced every movement of Lala’s glorious gazongas. He just couldn’t get over how gracefully they moved. Soft and supple, oscillating in the open with nothing to hold them back. Part of him thought he was crazy, but for a second, her tits even seemed like they were rotating in a circular pattern.

Poor Jack was unaware that he was already falling deep into Mistress Lala’s trance. The spirals she had delicately drawn on herself took on a life of their own, searing her mark on his brain. As she wagged her plush flesh back and forth, she started to hum and chant, her eyes glowing bright red as she softly spoke.

For Jack’s part, he couldn’t make much out of what Lala was saying, but that made no difference, as his brain was busy at work, unwittingly suppressing his mind into something blank and moldable. Oddly enough, an aspect of himself was still self-aware, even as he recognized his body was undergoing hypnosis. It reminded him of when he was at his Senior after prom and nearly took part in the hypnotist’s show. He was asked to sit back down and was told he was “too self-conscious and unwilling to be hypnotized.” Turns out, it wasn’t a matter of mind over matter. He just needed a better hypnotist.

“That’s right,” said Lala as she finished her chant, “You should still be able to recognize and understand both me and everything around you. Even still, you belong to me now, and I’m going to make all your silly sissy dreams come true.”

“Sissy what now?” thought Jack, confused beyond belief. He couldn’t have possibly heard her right. He wanted to stop and ask her about it but found that he couldn’t so much as utter a single syllable.

“Oh, you don’t have to be ashamed of yourself anymore, my darling AJ. I’m going to take good care of you and give you the body and mind you’ve always wanted,” Lala said, approaching his seat and shoving her breasts up against his face, “Mmmmm, that’s right, Mommy’s got you now.”

AJ?! MOMMY?! This was bad! Realizing that the ditz of a secretary must’ve mixed up his forms with that other dude from the waiting room, Jack knew that he would likely not be walking out of here with the super-buff body of his dreams. And as bad as he wanted to jump up from his seat or scream for help, neither were an option. His physical body could do nothing more than stare blankly as Mistress Lala smushed his face between her flesh balloons.

Pulling away from Jack and allowing him to breathe, Lala skipped gleefully around his chair and undid his restraints. “Now that you’re fully under, I’m going to help you get even more comfortable.”

Internally whimpering, Jack was unable to enjoy his newly found freedom. Still, no matter how bleak everything seemed, he couldn’t just let himself give up and let Lala turn him into some sissified nightmare person. With every ounce of strength he had, he thrust himself forward, flopping over in front of the chair.

However, as Jack flailed up from his seat, his arm knocked into Mistress Lala, sending her to the ground below him, with his head getting a comfortable landing on her pillowy mounds. “Oh, my! So eager, my dear! Don’t worry, we’re about to get started on the fun part,” she snickered, effortlessly lifting him back into the chair and closing off any hopes of escaping.

Returning to the small table, she snatched a small, white pill from it, giving him another sadistically seductive wink as she dry swallowed the pill.

Moments later, Jack could feel his cock start to pulse out of control as he could swear that Mistress Lala’s boobs were…growing! Sure enough, his suspicions were confirmed as she placed her hands under her expanding tits and held them forward for Jack to see in all their glory. “Don’t they just look yummy?” she said, inching her left breast insanely close to his face, “Right now, each is filling with extra milk to ensure I have enough for your whole transformation.”

Grabbing his jaw and stretching it wide, Lala carefully inserted her nipple into Jack’s mouth, relishing in the dull, innocent expression on his face. “Now, suck, baby girl, and as my milk guides your body, my words will guide your mind.”

TO BE CONTINUED…