Unintended hypnotist

By Superlax 
2 parts
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Part 1

I was rummaging through my college library looking for a history book on Ancient Rome. I was browsing through each stack of long rows of books in a section of the library that not many students would visit. There had to be hundreds of books with only stale fluorescent lighting and bland white walls to guide me. I stopped at the row I thought the book was in when a different book caught my eye. The front cover read Self-Taught Hypnosis. The book was a shiny gray but the binding was a little ripped so it looked like it had seen better days over the years. I opened the inside cover to the first page where the dedication page normally was and there was one sentence which stated: “For the reader who wants to learn the power of hypnosis.”

“Hmm, this must be in the wrong area,” I thought to myself. The cover and the pages inside were worn like they had gone through the wash one too many times, kind of like I have done with my wallet before.

I eyed it curiously and added it to my pile. The Rome book I needed was right next to it so I grabbed my stack of books and carried them to the desk for checkout. The librarian carefully took each book, scanned it, and put each book into a new pile. She came across the Self-Taught Hypnosis book and said to me “That’s odd, this isn’t in our system. Where did you find it?” I replied back that I found it sitting on the shelf next to the other book I was looking for.

“Okay, can you hold on for a second for me?”

“Sure,” I said and she wandered off to the back room out of sight. I stood there for about two minutes until she returned. She came back up to the counter where I was standing at and said “I looked through our archives and there was no record of this book. Because of that, it’s yours to keep. The others are due back promptly in two weeks. Here’s your check out receipt. Have a great day, Adam.”

“Thanks, you too.” I said, a little confused by the fact she was letting me have some random book I found on the shelf. I walked back to my dorm room across the quad on campus. The sun was starting to set in the west so I knew it was starting to get a bit late. I just finished up my classes for the day when I headed here so it must have been getting close to dinner time.

I got back to the door of my dorm when I heard a voice say, “Sup Adam?” It was Brock, my roommate. Brock is the only person I would consider my friend here. We are both freshmen in college in the Midwest, a fairly conservative part of the country. I’ve always been a fairly skinny kid and puberty wasn’t very kind to me. Standing at 5’4” and 120 pounds, most of the other guys on the floor of the dorm I’m on dwarf me in comparison. They always talk about going to the gym and getting ripped, but I’ve never been able to do that. I always wished I was just a bit bigger as I was always fascinated with bodybuilders and muscle, especially large pecs. My roommate Brock, thankfully, is similar in stature to me. He is 5’6” and 130 pounds or so. While he’s taller than me, thankfully he doesn’t tower over me like most of the other guys. Because of how similar we are stats wise; I think that’s why we became friends.

The biggest difference between Brock and I is that I’m gay which he has never really picked up on. Brock is straight and has been trying to find a girl that will accept him being a shorter and skinnier guy with no luck so far. He doesn’t seem to notice my side glances at his attractive face and his long straight brown hair that sweeps across the side of his face. I always glance when he’s not looking. I secretly keep wishing to myself that he would be open to guys, since it’s way easier than it used to be, but I settle that it won’t happen. Wishful thinking, I think.

“Hey, just got back from the library,” is what I tell him. I set my handful of books on my bed and plop down next to them to start studying before dinner. Brock comes over to me and says “Studying sucks. Yo, what’s this?” He picks up the old crusty book that I was allowed to keep.

I just shrugged. “I found it on some random shelf there. Looks like some hypno thing. Maybe I should read it and try it on you.” I jokingly say and chuckle a bit out loud.

“Dude, yeah. That sounds fun! Maybe we could make me taller or something so chicks could see what they’re missing out on!” Brock responds. I think he’s being a bit sarcastic and obviously joking. I mean, we both wish we could be taller too, among other things, but I didn’t say that to him.

“I’ll tell you what,” I say. “I’ll look through this tonight, and then tomorrow night we can have a little hypno-whatcha-macallit session to see what I’ve learned in my lessons from the book.”

“Deal,” he says and hands out his hand like he’s making a business deal. I reach out and shake it. “Let’s go grab some dinner from the dining hall.”

The rest of the evening is uneventful. We ate dinner together and then headed back to study for our classes tomorrow. Finals are soon and it’s unfortunate that we don’t live close together so I could spend more time with him over the summer break coming up. I headed to bed and left the book on the nightstand. I’m excited to keep my end up of the bargain tomorrow. Little do I realize how many changes are in store for both of us.

Part 2

I wake up the next day, excited for what may be coming the next evening. I know that this stuff is all bogus, but there’s a part of me that wished it could be real and I could have my way with him. I get through my morning classes just fine. They are all a blur, and the professors that taught my Calculus and Economics classes couldn’t have said anything to keep me focused on the subject. My mind was too distracted by the book.

I get back to my dorm room and I start studying the Self-Taught Hypnosis book with the first page (after the message). It starts with the first lesson which is more about the history of hypnotism and who the famous people on. The book goes on to say all the famous celebrities to be hypnotized at one point, which was probably the only interesting part. I continue to read the lessons and get through the rest of the 5 lessons of the book, practicing the words it wants me to out loud and preparing the script I will have to use on Brock when he gets back from his classes this evening.

Brock gets back, we eat some dinner in the dining hall, and once back in the room, I said to him, “You ready to do that hypno thing?”

He said, “Oh yeah dude, I totally almost forgot about that!” He could be so oblivious and forgetful sometimes.

“Okay, let’s get started,” I said and I went to lock the door so we weren’t disturbed. One of the things the book mentioned was that interruptions can be mind, and the hypnotist should be focused at all times to the person being hypnotized.

“Adam, let’s keep it simple. No funny business here. I don’t want to wake up and be naked outside in the quad with my underwear on the flagpole or something!”

I snort and say, “No, nothing like that. I will help you get your grades up, stay focus, and then make you taller. Now, pull up a chair and let’s try this. You ready?” For the part about making him taller, I wave my hands in the air like I am performing a magic trick. As if just willing him to make him taller will work or something.

“Yeah, I think so. I trust you man.” He sits his cute ass in a chair, and I sit across facing him. I start in a deep, calm voice that he needs to listen to my voice, that nothing else matters, and to let his eyelids get heavier and heavier. It sounds a little cliché compared to what I was used to in the movies and such, but that’s what it said to do. Just make sure they are listening and focusing on your voice, and to block out everything out.

Sure enough, Brock’s eyelids start to drop a bit, and before long, his head falls to the side of his shoulder and he slumps down. Wow, I thought, that didn’t take as much effort as I thought it would. The book mentioned that some people respond better than others.

“Brock,” I say. “Can you hear my voice and do you feel very relaxed?”

“Yessssss,” he robotically responds.

“Okay.” I want to test how much control over him I have. I probably failed to tell him that I have a slight fetish about being in control over someone. There’s something about dominance and such that I’ve always wanted to try, but never really had the chance to do. Nothing illegal or unsafe though. The book implied that I could pretty much will anything over someone, which is completely the opposite of everything I had heard about in science articles about hypnotism. I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to try at least.

“Brock, the first thing I want you to do is raise your left hand in the air and wiggle your fingers around.” He responded and slowly raised his arm in the air and wiggled his fingers around. I thought he would stop but he kept doing it. Wow, I thought, I guess it really is that simple.

“Okay, you can stop doing that and put your arm down.” He put his arm back down in his lap. He was wearing a tank that was a big loose on him. I really loved guys that wore those kinds of shirts to the gym. I was so horny and couldn’t stop myself from saying the next thing that came out of my mouth.

“Even when I wake you up from this, I have some influence over your actions. You won’t do anything you don’t completely want to do, but if I say to grow or merely suggest things for you to do then you will do that. You will be unaware this is happening but it will feel very good to you and make you horny every time it happens. If you don’t get off, then it will just make you even more horny. Do you understand?” I couldn’t believe I was saying this. I glanced down near where his dick outline and thought I saw it stir, but I figured I was just imagining it.

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“You know I’m gay and into guys and are totally cool with it. We act like we’ve been best buddies for years and it’s not awkward at all.” I continued.

“I know you’re gay and am okay with it,” he repeated.

I better wrap this up, I thought. He did want me to make him taller, but I figured I would try out the suggestion I gave him earlier for that. I next instructed him with the following “Okay, now it’s going to be time for you to wake up. I’m going to count down from 5 and then snap my fingers loudly, and you’ll wake up. You’ll feel refreshed, awake, and you won’t remember any of this at all. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” he replied.

“Okay, 5…4…3…2…1,” I snapped my fingers and Brock opened his eyes and woke up.

“Hey dude, did it work?” Brock said. He stood up from his chair and noticed he was the same height. “Guess not.”

“Yeah it totally worked!” I said. “When did you become 6’5”?”

That’s when the changes hit him.


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