>>And you promise it’ll work?
>>>>Of course. You aren’t the first guy who’s come to me with this sort of problem, trust me.
>>And you mean it, you’re going to do it for free?
>>>>Yep! No payment necessary. I’m just happy to help.
Gary was still skeptical, and who wouldn’t be, honestly? Still, it was the best he could do, at the moment, because everything else had failed miserably–every diet, every exercise program–Gary was fat, and he was only getting fatter. The worst part was that he’d wanted it–badly. Badly enough that he’d had a conversation just like this one a few years before, back when he weighed 150 pounds, with hardly any meat on his bones. A friendly hypnotist had agreed to put him under and help him gain some weight–just enough to be more comfortable with himself–and it had worked. It had worked way too well. He just…couldn’t stop eating, no matter how he tried–and if he didn’t get enough to eat during the day, he’d even sleepwalk into the kitchen and gorge himself all night long. In a matter of years, he’d packed on over 300 pounds…and it was too much. He’d just wanted a gut–not this massive apron of flab hanging off him.
Even worse, when he’d demanded the hypnotist stop it, and get rid of the compulsion, he’d taunted him instead, making him jack off every time he stuffed himself, making him wear clothes way too small for his body, making him lose his normal sense of hygiene. After that, he’d disappeared off the internet, and Gary was much too terrified to talk to anyone about it…but then, along came this fellow. He told Gary that what he was suffering from was a classic hypnotic curse–that the harder he fought, the harder it would be to escape. Still, the man said that he could put Gary under and remove the curse entirely. It was…a risk, for sure. But what choice did he really have?
He got on cam with the hypnotist, and the spiral came up, and it was so…soothing. So easy to just slip back into his trance. He’d always enjoyed this part, how nice he felt, just floating, and listening, and obeying. It was then, with a flash of terror, that he realized why it felt so familiar–the voice, the spiral–it was the same! The man he’d been chatting with, it must be the same man who’d hypnotized him before. He struggled for a moment, but it was already too late, and he slipped under into his trance, and the hypnotist let out a little chuckle, before he started speaking to his zonked out pig.
Gary woke with a start, feeling refreshed and alert. He glanced around and checked the clock on the computer–three hours. He’d been out for three whole hours–he’d never been out that long before. The cam was off, and the window was closed. He logged back onto the site, but the man wasn’t on, under either username–and then he felt the growl in his guts. The hunger, fuck, it was still there, and if anything, it was even more intense. If he didn’t feed it, and soon, he was going to be fucking sorry. He hauled himself out of his chair and waddled into the kitchen, but as he perused the piles and piles of snack food he kept on hand…he realized he didn’t want any of it. He was starving–so starving, and yet…it wasn’t food that he wanted. He tried to eat, but while he could keep some of it down, it didn’t taste good at all, and it didn’t help the hunger go away. He went back to the computer, saw the hypnotist was online, and messaged him.
>>Please…please, you can’t do this to me, you can’t make it even worse!
>>>>Worse? I’m just giving you what you want. You don’t want to be hungry for food anymore right?
>>But I’m still fucking hungry!!!
>>>>Don’t worry–I have a meal on the way for you. It’ll be there soon.
The hypnotist logged back off, and he heard a knock on his door. He…tried to stop himself, but he was compelled to the door, he answered it, and there was an older, portly fellow, leering at him. “The hypnotist send me to bring you your gift.”
He had a bag over his shoulder, and Gary watched as he dropped it, and pulled out a rimchair–and Gary’s eyes went wide. He looked over at the man, and saw him drop his pants…and as soon as he saw his crack, the hunger roared to life, and he was on his knees, face buried in the stranger’s ass, licking at his crack. He ended up under the chair for hours, licking and slurping at the man’s asshole, while he toyed with Gary’s nipples and cock, bringing him to multiple orgasms before leaving, Gary panting and shaking on the floor, unable to believe how he’d just humiliated himself. He went back to the computer, shaking with rage, and the hypnotist was there.
>>>>Now, turn on the cam, and let’s chat some more.
He couldn’t stop himself, and the spiral dragged him back down into the empty void. Distantly, he wondered what was going to become of his now–but that…wasn’t really something he should care about, right? No–he was just an ass and cock hungry slut. He didn’t need to think about anything. Master did all the thinking for him. In a few years, Gary was back to his old body, mind empty, eager to service any man’s hole or cock that his master required.
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