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"I cannot believe I am about to do this..." Mark muttered to himself, parking his sedan and bringing down the sunblocker to reveal a mirror. His concerned reflection stared back at him. He was an average looking twenty-one year old with combed jet black hair, pale skin, and ocean blue eyes still glimmering with youth, even though his Theoretical Math degree classes threatened to suck that out of him. His simple black t-shirt and jeans, functional for running around campus, hung a bit loosely on his trim frame. He had a cropped fuzz of facial hair that he was rather proud of, and he remembered the last girl he'd dated liked to rub her face on it. Mark frowned at the intrusive memory, rubbed the stubble, then closed the mirror and looked over his surroundings.

He'd parked on a long, steep hill lined with French styled homes. Their colors reminded him of gumballs in a candy jar, bright and vibrant against the San Francisco afternoon clouds. The street was fairly calm for a Friday, in stark contrast to Mark's restless mind. He couldn't help but think about how many people were busy with their lives while he felt stuck wasting time trying to figure out his own.

Mark looked down at the small business card he'd brought with him: a simple white background with black font reading "The Hypnotist: Free Therapy Sessions for the Modern Mind." The back had no name, just a number to call, and below it, an address. Mark would have normally refused such a strange form of therapy, but his student loans were beginning to pile up. His therapist at the school clinic vouched for the hypnotist's success rate, so he felt a free call couldn't hurt. After a short Q and A, Mark was immediately scheduled for follow up. This seemed a little bit fast for Mark, and why would the school even partner with someone as pseudoscientific as a hypnotist anyway? Mark hoped that they wouldn't make him bark like a dog or squawk like a chicken or something. Mark flipped the business card around nervously, repeatedly running his finger over the thick, dark lettering. It wasn't his first choice, but the anxiety needed to stop. Channeling this momentary burst of confidence, Mark made sure to check his pockets twice for his keys, wallet, and phone as he got out of his car and walked a few houses along the sidewalk.

Compared to the more retro French styles, the hypnotist's building was modern, with sharp angles and large, clear windows. A second-story balcony overlooked the street, its railing a stainless steel, matching the thick front doors. The front yard was well-manicured, groomed and trimmed with careful precision. Overall, it felt more like a formal doctor's office than a residential mystic shop. Mark's tennis shoes thumped in rhythm with his anxious heartbeat on swirl-patterned concrete leading up to the entrance. He rang the doorbell, then waited, awkwardly standing at the doorway for longer than he expected. Perhaps he had the wrong address after all? When Mark heard movement on the other side of the door, he panicked. What if the hypnotist was a quack? What if he had wasted all the time driving out just to be duped? He still had time to turn around and leave right now!

The door opened and Mark's thoughts froze. He was face to face with a tall man dressed in a black-and-white dot-patterned button-up neatly tucked into black slacks. The light brown belt he wore matched his shoes, and on his right wrist was a very shiny well-kept watch. His neatly combed brown hair had pronounced silver streaks, completing the distinguished look. All of this, however, was secondary to his most striking feature. Set behind round, thin rimmed glasses was a pair of deep, chocolate brown eyes that both drew Mark in and seemed to peer deep into Mark's very soul. There was tingling in the back of Mark's mind, a strange familiarity, and he wondered if he had ever seen this man before.

"Mark, come in. I made sure to have the room upstairs ready for you," the hypnotist said. There was a rumble to his voice that sounded so calm and controlled.

"Nice place you got here." Mark said, regaining his mental bearings and crossing the threshold. The floors inside were a brilliant cherry hardwood, and the patterns from the entryway continued around the floor, walls, and ceiling. Interesting pieces of art hung along the walls, though some of them contained symbols and sayings that Mark couldn't understand. The front living room held a couch and TV while further down a hall looked to be a kitchen. It looked more like a home than an office. Two glass doors led out towards a balcony which overlooked out over the San Francisco Bay. It was a breathtaking view, but Mark was too focused on the man in front of him to notice. "Thank you...Doctor...?"

"Davidson, Mark. You can call me Doctor Davidson," the professional said, his eyes shining in the afternoon sunlight.

"I thought I talked to someone else on the phone, a woman. Is she not here?" Mark asked as he looked around.

"No. The call you made went to my professional office. I do all my more....experimental work at my residency," Davidson said. He noticed the inquisitive look on Mark's face and added, "Perhaps I will give you a full tour later. For now, I would like you to just get acquainted with my office, and I would like to ask more about you."

As Mark was led through the living room, he noted that all of the art pieces were as opulent as they were strange and cryptic. Lots of swirls and circles, and it seemed the hypnotist really enjoyed a monochrome palette of blacks and grays. He wanted to take a closer look, but the hypnotist purposefully led him to a wide stairway with stainless steel guardrails. As the two made their way up to the second floor, Mark felt the need to ask more questions.

"So, how long have you had this business?"

Dr. Davidson pushed up his glasses to the bridge of his nose and turned his head as he was walking up the stairs. "I've been doing this form of experimental therapy since I graduated from Yale. My PhD was on the study of flies and how they react to stimuli. I have spent years collecting data on hypnosis, and I have had great success. Based on that research, your college clinic partnered with me for candidates who may benefit from my specialized services. I also give referrals to others. If you find my services beneficial, perhaps you might meet some of my colleagues." There was an intriguing tone to Dr. Davidson's voice that Mark could not quite pinpoint. It's possible one of these other colleagues would be more of a help for him, but Mark wanted to figure out more about the hypnotist first.

"I hope I'm not just another data point for you," Mark said with a chuckle, "and I don't want to waste your time."

"Nonsense. You are a unique case, Mark. Someone like you can certainly help me in my research."

"Do you find it odd that you have to do it out of your home?" Mark asked, even though the question was somewhat forward.

Dr. Davidson chuckled. "Why work in the office when I can work in the comfort of my own home? Plus, it comes with a marvelous view."

Mark couldn't argue with that. He also couldn't believe the ease of which he was moving through the home. There was almost a calm to the whole scene. The art, the colors chosen, and even the way the decor was laid out around the home gave an impression of a calm, cloudy day. Not sad; just relaxing, like that moment before it rains. Mark realized it must have cost a large amount of money an equal amount of time to create the home. He hoped one day he'd be successful enough with his career to be as well off as the hypnotist. He couldn't help but think to himself why a man of Dr. Davidson's obvious wealth would be giving these sessions out for free. Maybe he's a philanthropist? Mark thought it might be rude to ask and shrugged off the idea.

The two of them reached up to the second floor, and Mark followed Dr. Davidson down the hallway to the furthest door. Dr. Davidson put his hand on the knob.

"Mark, come in. We will have your first session in my personal office."

Mark nodded. So far, so good. Dr. Davidson was educated, professional, well-dressed, wealthy, and handsome. It was nothing like a knock-off mystic shop, so he might as well give Dr. Davidson his time.

When Mark followed Dr. Davidson inside, he was hit by the refreshing aroma of a sweet sea breeze, and he relaxed immediately. There was a moment of open clarity to the anxious student's thoughts. The swirling in his head tempered, and it felt like he was in the calm center of a hurricane.

"Mark, please have a seat and make yourself comfortable," Dr. Davidson said. One of his hands was still on the door, and he waited for Mark to sit before he closed it with a gentle push.

Mark walked over the cushioned carpet and found himself sitting down on a luxurious sofa. He'd never felt something as comfortable before, and he let out a long exhale as he relaxed and partially sank into the cushions. Everything in here was as modern as the rest of the house. A small adjustable lamp stood along the right side of the sofa which was bent to shine light toward the ceiling. The clear glass window let in a nice hue of light as well, with black curtains on the sides, looking set to close automatically. The view of the harbor was as brilliant from the office as it was downstairs and Mark could not help but get lost staring at the mighty bay and the traffic driving across it.

A cherry colored desk that matched the wood floor downstairs sat opposite the sofa, looking more like a desk made for a lawyer than a therapist. Displayed behind the desk was a cap and gown, along with a PhD certificate in neuroscience. A photo showed a smiling and younger Davidson holding up the piece of paper with dark circles under his eyes. The actual award was framed with a seal from Yale and several tassels for his honors were strewn over the frame. Dr. Davidson moved around the sofa and towards the desk before sitting down. His desk was relatively clean besides a file opened with its contents displayed. Dr. Davidson took a look at the file as he spoke.

"Okay, to begin--"

"I just want to quickly thank you for seeing me, Dr. Davidson. It's nice of you to make room for me at such a short notice. I shouldn't have been so skeptical..." Mark did not know what came over him to say such a statement, but Dr. Davidson blinked before giving a warm smile.

"Not to worry, Mark. I know what you were probably thinking. You probably thought that I would be some backwoods mystic that was going to try to make all your problems disappear with a snap of my fingers or by watching a watch pendulously swing..." He mimicked the motion he described with his finger.

Mark gulped. Dr. Davidson chuckled.

"I get that from all of my patients. I can assure you that we will have you feeling much better about this program overall when we are done discussing, hmm? You aren't agreeing to anything right now. Just think of this as a professional chat."

Mark's heartbeat slowed. He felt a little silly thinking that this wasn't going to be professional. His school did endorse Dr. Davidson. He should give him a chance. This was just a chat...

"Also, you are a mathematician. You probably are a very logical person," Dr. Davidson said with a charming tone to his voice. "I can only assure you that anything that happens in this room will be confidential. I can even close the blinds in case you are worried about being taped."

Mark's mouth opened. "T-taped?"

"Oh yes. You'd be surprised what kind of baggage my patients come with. That baggage can sometimes translate to stalkers. So if that is the case then, for your own safety and for mine, I encourage you to be as truthful as possible to me through this process."

Mark paused. He had never been in a situation where he was taped before. Part of Mark was a little afraid. If Dr. Davidson needed to close the curtains on the windows, then who was he to say differently? Dr. Davidson must have gotten some weird clients in the past. Mark was at least happy that Dr. Davidson had more than just an academic standing but actually had some experience.

With Mark's nodding as consent, Dr. Davidson stood and closed the curtains. He moved the file to the side, grabbed a small notepad and a pencil from his desk drawer and sat down. The therapy was about to begin.

"So, give me a summary of how you feel. My assistant with whom you spoke on the phone told me generalities, but I want to make sure I have things written down correctly," Dr. Davidson started and tapped the end of the pencil against his notes.

Mark crossed his arms and leaned back into the couch. "Well, you've probably worked with people who're anxious before, but my anxiety has gotten bad enough that I..." Mark stopped. Davidson was writing down notes carefully on his notepad.

"It is okay. I promise that whatever you say here is confidential and it will stay between us."

Mark nodded. "Well, I'm not suicidal, but I've been biting my nails... and sometimes it's hard to...you know..."

Dr. Davidson chuckled. "With all due respect, it could be a number of things, Mark."

"I've been having a hard time...getting hard..."

Dr. Davidson nodded and scribbled down into his notepad. "It is a common occurrence. Anxiety can spiral and affect different areas of one's life. Where do you think your anxiety is coming from?"

Mark let the question settle for a moment. "I mean, I'm a Theoretical Math major, and that takes quite a toll on me mentally. Sometimes I have these feelings of not belonging. I have a feeling that I got where I am in my degree because I got lucky, not because of my skill."

Dr. Davidson hummed. "Tell me more."

"It usually happens when I can't answer a question, or maybe one my classmates thinks of something really clever. I wonder why I'm even studying math to begin with. Math used to be so concrete but now it's more tackling ideas rather than just arithmetic."

The hypnotist nodded. "Do you struggle with schoolwork?"

"Not more than anyone else," Mark answered honestly. "I also have a tight group of people that I work alongside."

"Do you get along with your classmates?"

"Oh yeah! I'm friends with most of the people in the math department. There's only twelve of us..."

Dr. Davidson jotted another note down, then steepled his fingers together in thought. The pause felt like it was forever to Mark, as if he was waiting for a verdict. Finally, the doctor spoke. "This is all good news."

"What do you mean?"

Dr. Davidson placed his pencil down. "You feel as if you are an imposter in a world that is quickly changing and shifting for you. Things seem unpredictable, and you feel that you got into your major because of pure, dumb luck. You are anxious, but you have a case of imposter syndrome right on top."

Imposter syndrome. That sounded so nice to Mark. It sounded so real, and the way Dr. Davidson said it meant that he wasn't alone. At least, Mark thought he wouldn't be. Things couldn't have been that easy, could it? Humans were so complex and variable, and the way Dr. Davidson just stated what he had with such conviction was alarming.

"I haven't heard of that," Mark said.

"Usually, people are not aware of it enough to feel it is a problem, but it sneaks up on them. I struggled with it myself when I was getting my PhD," Dr. Davidson replied with a smile.

That part surprised Mark. He leaned forward as Dr. Davidson continued, and the hypnotist scribbled another note.

"I am guessing you are interested in furthering your education?" Dr. Davidson inferred.

"Oh yes! My plan is to jump into a PhD program right after my Bachelor's, but I'm concerned about this anxiety. Even though my grades are okay, I have been having trouble sleeping at night, and I-I..."

Dr. Davidson raised an eyebrow as Mark trailed off. "Remember what I said earlier, Mark. It is all confidential."

Mark's eyes shifted for a moment. "It's hard to sleep when I can't masturbate at night."

Dr. Davidson quickly made a note. "Yes, that can be difficult for a young man such as yourself."

There was another awkward pause. Well, awkward for Mark because he just admitted that it took jerking off to get him to get a good sleep. Mark felt the need to ramble. "I just want to know if I can be helped, and I don't want to take up any more of your time if you feel I can get help from the clinic back at the college-"

Dr. Davidson smiled. It was warm and welcoming, like sipping on a cup of coffee on a fall day. "You do not need to worry, Mark. I promise that you were recommended to me for a reason. Remember that I am an extra resource for your school. I am not just a trained clinical hypnotist, but also a therapist." Dr. Davidson reached into a lower drawer and pulled out a small dark wooden box. It was delicately carved in such a way to be appealing but not opulent, and trimmed with a fine line of gold. Mark was immediately drawn to the box; something about it seemed to calm him, slowing his heart and and lightening his mind. Dr. Davidson walked over to stand in front of Mark and placed his hand on top of the box. Something about it was so alluring, but Mark could not figure out what it was about it that had him so enamored.

Dr. Davidson just smiled.

"Mark, what do you know about hypnosis?"

"I know that it's used in stage shows," Mark frowned.

Dr. Davidson chuckled. "Yes, of course, but are you a skeptic of it?"

"Yeah? It seemed a little ridiculous that this was an option. If you're a therapist, then why do you even bother with hypnosis?" Mark asked.

"That is a fair question, and that is because there is scientific evidence for hypnosis. In fact, it is deployed as a form of alternative treatment for more...mild symptoms. Anxiety, body image, and even weight can all be modified through hypnosis," Dr. Davidson said as he unlocked the box with a small golden key and opened it, revealing its contents: a mirror surrounded by a gold filigree inlay. Dr. Davidson rotated the box so the mirror faced Mark and placed the box down on the edge of his desk. Mark could see his blue eyes framed within the tiny glass.

"I see. So my case is mild?"

Dr. Davidson brought a finger up. "I used the wrong word. Your case is common, Mark. Medication could be a possibility for your anxiety, but others like you have found success with my methods, so please keep an open mind."

"I suppose."

Mark looked at the small mirror. From what he could see, it was the exact opposite of the box it was in. The golden filigree around the mirror was immaculate, with precision etching forming swirled designs around the glass. The way the metal gleamed in the light of the room was spectacular, seeming to almost make it look angelic in appearance. Mark's swirling tempest of thoughts slowly started to focus on the object, then condensed down to one point: his eyes' reflection in the mirror.

Dr. Davidson smiled. "You are under a spell right now. You have been from the moment you walked up to my door."

Mark blinked. His mind altered, and the mental fog was back. "W-what?" There was a moment where Mark felt betrayed. He blushed and brought arms around his chest as if he was covering himself.

"Hypnosis is not just something you experience from a trained professional. You are hypnotized by your television. I am sure you daydream as well. Maybe you are an artist and the muses take you? Maybe you think of something you shouldn't be thinking of when you are in class?" Dr. Davidson emphasized the last point. Did Dr. Davison's teeth look a little more pointed, his brown eyes brighter? Mark shook his head. No, he was just a little dazed.

"I-I guess so."

Dr. Davidson's eccentric expression left him and he cleared his throat. "Ahem, yes. Well, we are going to see how susceptible you really are. Before we begin, I must admit we have some paperwork to complete." The hypnotist produced a slip of paper and a pen and held out each. It was a small consent form that Dr. Davidson would not fall under any liability and that Mark consented to the alternative treatment under code 564 of....

Mark's eyes glazed over the legal jargon and he took the consent form and the pen from a pleased Dr. Davidson. Mark jotted down his signature and both the paper and the pen were whisked away to the therapist's desk.

"Alright then. With the boring stuff out of the way, we can get started." Dr. Davidson's attention went back to Mark. "Mark, I want you to focus on the mirror again."

That part was easy; Mark had been wanting to take a look at it. Something in his subconscious pushed him to gaze back into it. He got lost within and how his reflection was so....small. It was so insignificant as a mirror but the way he looked inside of it was so detailed.

"Very good."

Mark nodded. The compliment felt nice. It gave him a pleasant feeling in the back of his head. Was Dr. Davidson's voice getting deeper? Mark looked up from the mirror for a brief moment. There was a flash of a deep yellow from Dr. Davidson's eyes, but in an instant, it was gone.

"Mark?"

"What is this mirror?"

Dr. Davidson took a moment to choose the right words.

"This mirror is a very special hypnotic artifact. It has been carried in my family for generations, and my hypnosis instructor suggested bringing an item for a patient to focus on. Do you find it appealing?"

Mark took a look at the mirror and this time admired the outside of it. The way the gold sparkled was so nice.

"Yeah, it's really detailed," Mark agreed.

"Good. If you focus on the mirror once again, I can begin. I am going to lead you through a guided meditation of sorts. It is okay for your mind to wander, but I want you to focus on the mirror as you do so."

Mark was quiet, but he went back to looking into the mirror. He had no idea what he wanted to think about, but the break gave him time for his thoughts to drift idly and for anxiety to sink in. His mind drifted to his studies and his hands started to clench. Sweat started to form on his palms. He had four assignments due next week. When would he even find time to get them done if he is spending all his time at therapy?

"Mark, there might be some things bubbling to the surface in your thoughts. Maybe you have something bothering you about your schoolwork, or maybe something is eating at you at home. I want you to take a long, deep breath."

Mark did as he was told. His lungs filled with fresh, clean air that had that nice scent of the office. He could smell the slight woody scent from the flooring outside, the clean ocean spray, and whatever cologne Dr. Davidson had applied. It was a nice mixture. The scents each worked their way into his psyche and cleared his thoughts, as if trimming thread until one singular thought remained. Mark's focus was again on the mirror.

"Good. Take another breath."

The same phenomenon occurred once again but with added benefit. His shoulders relaxed and his jaw unclenched. The singular thread of thought was still on his mind and clear.

"Excellent. Now, I want you to take a look at yourself in the mirror."

Mark could see only a small part of his face in the small mirror. He could see his well-trimmed black hair and blue eyes that seemed to brighten within the glass, but little else.

"When you are under hypnosis, you will be more easily swayed to do things you wouldn't normally do. I promise that whatever happens within this room is confidential, and I will not do anything without your consent. If you feel the need to stop, you will have the ability to say so. I will also check in at different times. Are those instructions clear?"

There was a buzz that went through Mark's mind. Was he really already hypnotized? Either way, the fact that he was being given orders excited him in a way he did not think possible. The pleasure of it bounced along his nerves and went straight down to his crotch. Mark did not feel embarrassed; it felt almost natural. Part of Mark wanted to let go and let someone else take control for a while.

Mark nodded. "Yes, Dr. Davidson."

The hypnotist rose from his chair and paced around the table for a moment. He looked at Mark and then the mirror, a ghost of a smile hidden in his lips. "That's good, Mark," Dr. Davidson said with a low tone to his voice. It was soothing enough that when Mark was done basking in the pleasure of submission, the rich tone tickled along down the nerves of his spine. Mark's hairs raised and goose bumps formed along his back, neck, and up his arms. "Focus on your heartbeat, Mark. Let your blood flow where it may."

"Yes Dr. Davidson." The words came more naturally. Mark focused on his heartbeat as commanded, his eyes never leaving his reflection in the mirror. He thought he could feel his blood flowing, thick and hot, from his chest to his fingers and toes and back again. The rhythm of it pumping was soothing, comforting, as if this was the only feeling in the world. Obeying Dr. Davidson felt good. So good. He could feel in his growing erection how good. Dr. Davidson said-- no, suggested-- to let his blood flow, and Mark felt no shame as his pants tented strongly. His eyes' reflection looked like they were flecked with gold.

"You're doing very well, Mark."

"Thank you, Dr. Davidson."

Davidson's eyebrows cocked at this response, the edges of his mouth curling slightly.

"Now, Mark. Focus on the sensations around you. How your shirt feels against your skin. How the cushions hold your body. What feels good to you?" That last bit caused Mark a moment of confusion. Was it a question, or a suggestion? Mark took another deep breath and his thoughts cleared again. When he brought his attention to his shirt, he could feel it rubbing against his skin. It felt tight against his chest, his arms. Odd, he thought. It didn't feel that tight this morning, did it? But the thought melted away as he looked at his reflection. What feels good. This sofa feels good. Listening to Dr. Davidson feels good. Obeying feels good.

"Obeying feels good." The words tumbled out of his mouth the moment they appeared in his brain. A part of his mind seemed confused and surprised by this, but his attention was taken by his reflection. Did he look a bit ... greener? And his eyes seemed wrong somehow. Maybe he should tell Dr. Davidson he was feeling ill--

"Mark. Ground yourself. Direct your attention to the soles of your feet. Flex your toes. Feel them strain against your shoes. Then breathe out." With each word, Mark's nerves eased. What did he want to say again?

"Yes, Dr. Davidson."

He flexed his toes. His shoes felt tight. So tight. As he breathed out, he relaxed his feet, and he felt his toes push against the front of his shoes- which seemed much tighter than when he walked in.

"Good boy, Mark. Now repeat this for your calves, working up through your chest and out to your hands."

Mark's ears perked up. He was a good boy. An obedient boy. And so he obeyed, flexing his calves, and then his thighs. His pants now felt the same tightness he felt in his shoes, like he'd just had an intense leg workout. Next came his abs, tightened and loose. Then his chest, straining against his too tight shirt. Then his biceps, then his forearms, then his hands. With each movement, he realized how good it felt to flex, to clear his mind and just feel good and strong. Strong? Mark hesitated. He hadn't been to a gym in years. His studies took too much time, learning about... what again? Something with numbers?

"Again, Mark. Flex again."

"Yes Dr. Davidson." Mark's voice felt lower. Stronger. And so he repeated the exercise. Flex, strain, push against his ever tightening clothes. He wanted Dr. Davidson to see him flex. When he got to his arms, Mark lifted both arms and flexed, his muscles straining, and he turned to look at Dr. Davidson with a grin. Dr Davidson's eyes seemed...warmer, golden? No...more like shining amber. Were his ears more pointed than before? And his goatee looked so full and handsome...

"Ok, Mark. Refocus on the mirror. I'm going to ask you some questions now. How do you feel?"

"I feel..." Again, Mark's voice felt lower, deeper in his chest. It seemed to rumble with a tone he wasn't used to. He felt powerful. "Me feel good. Grounded. Horny." Mark's jaw jutted out confidently at that last word, and his cock jumped hard against his pants. Flexing made him horny. This honesty thing wasn't so hard, after all. Mark licked his lips, but his tongue caught on his bottom canines. They felt bigger in his mouth, but it felt right. Strong muscles, strong jaw, strong teeth. He grinned into his reflection. They were definitely bigger.

"That's good, Mark. And how would you rate your current stress level, on a scale of 1 to 10?"

Mark had a hard time understanding the question. The numbers seemed to dance around his mind, not meaning anything. He just wanted to flex and obey. "Uhhhhh. Me don't feel stress. Just good."

"I'll write down a 1 for now, then." Dr. Davidson couldn't hide his smile at this point, as he made a few notes. The air was starting to shift, and Davidson took a deep breath. "What do you want to do next, Mark?"

An easy question. "Me want to flex. Me want to obey." Mark looked at his reflection as he flexed his arms again, his eyes swirled blue and amber. His hands felt meatier, stronger. His greener skin and thick muscles pressed against his straining shirt. The seams started to tear, and with a grunt, Mark puffed out his chest, causing the fabric of his T-shirt to-- "RRRRRIP!" Tatters of fabric now hung over his green muscular frame. Davidson watched dark hair begin to cover Mark's flesh. His chest, his arms, his muscular belly, all sprouted a thickening pelt of hair, which Mark felt compelled to run his thick fingers through. He brushed against his dark green nipples and moaned. Dr. Davidson wrote notes down hastily, then stood up, grinning.

"You're doing wonderfully, Mark." The compliment sent another shiver down Mark's spine, and he looked at the doctor. Mark couldn't tell for sure, but something was changing about him. His forehead seemed to be sprouting... something. Horns? And his face was quickly growing hair around his mouth. These thoughts came slowly and jumbled to Mark, and he struggled to form words.

"Hurrrr....mmmm....t-thank you, Duurrrrctur...SSSSir," Mark looked back to the mirror and flexed his arms again. The muscular sinew underneath his skin stretched and filled with warmth as blood flowed where it needed to power his growing body. Mark was never an athlete, but his body was rapidly broadening through the ripped tatters of his shirt until he resembled a baseball player-no, a football player, someone who acquired his muscles through a dirty bulk. Hair continued to grow around his body and Mark's eyes fogged over. The intelligence that used to be there was greatly diminished, replaced with instinct. His mind was full of carnal need, and the sudden input of energy went straight to his raging cock.

Dr. Davidson continued to change himself, but instead of grunting and tearing through the fabric of his clothes, the clothing more melted into him as if it was never there to begin with. The horns growing from Dr. Davidson's head came with a curve around his ears, and brown and silver fur creeped up along his legs to cover his ass, then his belly, and finally his muscular chest. His leg muscles and bones rearranged, and two black hooves shuffled into the carpet where his smart shoes used to be. The hypnotist looked more like a mythical beast than he did a human. He grinned, his jaw much more defined, his goatee full and wiry.

"Mmmm, that is good. So good, Mark," Dr. Davidson growled, walking around the desk towards his patient, revealing his true self and his own throbbing erection.

"Hurrrr... Me feel so good. Can me still flex, Sir?" Mark nearly whimpered with need.

Dr. Davidson's amber eyes glittered in the artificial light of the office. His hands had a glow about them as they felt up along Mark's thick mitt-like hands. Dr. Davidson's own furry hand trailed along Mark's green skin, sprouting more coarse black hair. It was electrifying for Mark, and he grinned, causing two fully developed tusks to sparkle out from his bottom lip. Davidson raised his hand along Mark's strong green jaw, sprouting thick black whiskers where he touched, until Mark's face was lightly obscured with a full beard. Mark's transformation into an orc was complete, and he stared with now-amber eyes up at his Sir.

"I have a better idea, Mark," Dr. Davidson hummed and he felt up along the muscle of Mark's arm.

Mark blinked dumbly. "You look...durrrrrrifferent." Mark reached forward to feel across Dr. Davidson's body. He slid his hand along the muscle beneath Dr. Davidson's treasure trail and up to the two large pecs that flanked the furry valley.

"I am different, Mark." Dr. Davidson cooed as his hands moved to the two mounds of furry muscle that were Mark's chest. They groped each other openly in the office. It would have been inappropriate for any normal therapist to do such a thing with a patient, but Dr. Davidson was far from a normal therapist. "I've been blessed by the Gods, able to use my wild magic to shape humans into new and exciting forms based on the feelings they've buried deep inside. You deserve to share in these blessings, Mark, and by the Gods are you a beast."

"Me feel so.....horny."

"Yes, that's good, Mark. Very good. This mirror is so wonderful, isn't it? It can channel my magic in a way that makes the changes feel so good. Don't you feel so good?" Dr. Davidson doted on the orc, peeling away the remains of the torn shirt. Mark's pants were starting to rip next, and they both could see the green spire just between the tears. It seemed Mark's underwear could not handle the blunt force of his thickening tool. "Do you know what I am, Mark?" Dr. Davidson whispered into his ear.

"Me....don't know? Neur...neuro..."

Dr. Davidson grinned, his fangs more present now than ever. "A neuroscientist, yes. You humans have so many rules. The textbooks and primary sources I have had to read are far worse than any type of magic spell I have had to-"

Mark gave a dopey smile, his mind registering words that were familiar but distant now. Dr. Davidson cleared his throat and waited for Mark's answer.

"Hurrr....rub my fur, Sir. Please."

The therapist's own arousal was spiking as he rubbed across the fur of Mark's pecs, pinched the nubs that they were tipped with, and then went down to Mark's legs and started to tease at the pesky pants around Mark's waist. Mark moaned and groaned, his thighs and calves ripping the seams of his pants, and his feet tight, so tight in his straining shoes.

"Mark, I am a satyr. I have been among the mortals for hundreds of thousands of years, enjoying what you humans have built. I require certain things that only mortals have....and this is my favorite way of getting what I want."

"Me no...can't..."

"It is ok if you don't understand. We can discuss the intricacies of my magic more later. Right now, my focus is on you. Do you feel good, Mark?" Dr. Davidson asked once again.

"Me feel so good. Me want you..." Mark began. Dr. Davidson pinched Mark's right nipple hard, and Mark's feet burst out of his shoes shredding tatters around the wood floor. Mark moaned at the release of pressure, feeling like he was melting.

Dr. Davidson smiled. With a quick flourish, he ripped away Mark's shredding pants, leaving a fully naked orc in full display. Mark's cock was huge, hard, and deep forest green. Two plump, round, darkly furred balls filled with fresh cum wobbled between the orc's tree-trunk muscled legs. Mark sat back with his legs spread, unashamed at his nudity. It would have been completely different for human Mark. He was shy, timid, and uncertain, but strip away all those pesky thoughts, and orc Mark was prime, ready, and confident. He was a completely different and instinctual side of Mark.

"You look amazing, Mark. Your new form is... most excellent." Dr. Davidson got on his knees, leaned in close to the orc's black bush, and breathed in Mark's scent deeply, his own cock bobbing and leaking onto his furry legs. He let his tongue slowly slide up the underside of Mark's cock. Mark's jaw slacked, his mind totally empty. Precum dripped out of his cock onto Dr. Davidson's tongue, which he slurped up greedily. Instinct began to take both of them over, as Dr. Davidson took Mark's cock inch by inch down his throat, until his goatee was buried deep in the orc's dark pubes. He breathed, expertly sliding his tongue back and forth across the encased cock. Mark gasped and moaned, lost to pleasure, and he grabbed onto Davidson's thick curved ram horns.

"M-more... MOAR!" Mark bellowed. He began thrusting into Dr. Davidson's mouth, and Dr. Davidson's eyes rolled back into his head. Precum drained down Dr. Davidson's throat, which he drank with glee, the salty-sweet taste like ambrosia. He could feel Mark's balls grinding against his goateed chin, but he didn't want this to end just yet. With a solid furred hand against Mark's muscular chest, Dr. Davidson pressed Mark back against the couch, sliding his mouth off Mark's cock with a "Pop!". Mark whimpered, thrusting his glistening cock into the air, hoping to feel the warmth again.

"Calm, Mark. Your release will come soon enough. But I'm not done playing with you yet," Dr. Davidson smiled wickedly, his amber eyes gleaming.

"Yes, Sir," Mark moaned, one massive green hand playing with his own furry muscles and pinching his nipples, the other tugging his aching cock and balls, desperate for anything to keep feeling good.

Dr. Davidson stood up, and Mark stared, starry-eyed. He was so tall and broad, his furred muscular torso and bowed goat legs on full display. His thick cock curved down toward the floor, its head heavily dripping with precum, and his dark-furred balls swung pendulously. He stomped a hoof as he fingered his goatee proudly, cocking his horned head to the side. "Good boy. You know Mark, I knew from the moment you walked in what a prime specimen you'd become. After hundreds of years of magic, you get a knack for these things. All that anxiety hiding your true self, preventing you from releasing your instincts. Now look at you, one session and you're free to explore your desires! Not every client shifts this quickly, and now we can enjoy each other to the fullest. Is that what you want, Mark? To enjoy yourself, free of fear?"

Words. So many words. But Mark understood the question clearly. "Yes... Sir... Please... Sir..." Mark groped his muscles and cock, moaning lewdly, barely able to hold a sentence. Davidson grinned widely.

"Then I will help you enjoy yourself fully." Dr. Davidson stood to his full height between Mark and the mirror now, his diamond-shaped tail wiggling in the reflection above his thick furry ass. Mark's vision filled with Davidson's furry muscles and low hanging cock, and his tongue lolled out, drooling over his desire to swallow the meat whole. "On your knees, Mark. Drink from my fountain."

"Yes... Sir..." Mark shifted himself forward, sliding off of the luxurious cushions. He bent down on all fours and licked up Dr. Davidson's precum off the carpet, and his brain immediately screamed for more. It was bitter and salty, but with a flavor that sent his mind to the forest, of herbs and mushrooms, of a clear river stream. Hungrily, tongue out, he rose to his knees and took Dr. Davidson's thick, leaking cock into his mouth. Between Dr. Davidson's pheromones and the glorious taste of his precum, Mark lost himself in the moment. Never would have Mark been so open to sex with another man like this, but his mind was so lost in hedonistic pleasure that he didn't care. He drank the precum greedily and slid his tongue further up Dr. Davidson's shaft. Mark was careful to work around his proud white tusks, until his dark green lips and thick beard met brown-and-silver fur. Dr. Davidson and Mark moaned in unison at the feeling, and Mark reached his massive mitts up to massage Dr. Davidson's muscular furry ass and thighs. Dr. Davidson hummed, thrusting deep into Mark's desperate mouth, lubing himself on Mark's saliva.

"That's it, Mark. What a good, strong, obedient boy you are. Breathe in deep, let my scent and taste fill your senses and mark you as mine. Sink, obey, thrive in pleasure."

Mark's amber eyes were misted over, so lost was he that the soothing suggestion felt more natural than breathing itself. He belonged to Dr. Davidson, and he loved every moment. His mouth continued to work across the satyr's thick shaft as he looked up needfully. They locked eyes, wordlessly agreeing at how good this change was for Mark. The satyr stomped a hoof as his furry balls squashed right up to Mark's chin, covering it in satyr musk.

"Mmmmf, fuuuuuck, your teeth and tongue feel so good around my cock. Gooood boy," Dr. Davidson groaned and brought a hand onto the top of Mark's head. He rubbed Mark's pointy green ears and watched thick green abs flex and roll underneath thick black hair.

Although Mark had lost most of his intelligence, his eyes filled with pride at Dr. Davidson's moans. He leaned into the pets he was receiving and continued to suck obediently. "Glloourk....hnnnuhk..."

"That's it. Just let those instincts out," Dr. Davidson growled. His hips started to move faster, grinding into Mark's mouth over and over. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the room, echoed by moans coming from the two men-turned-beasts. "Fuck yeah. Such a good slut. You don't need to think anymore. I'm going to make you better," Dr. Davidson groaned and pushed his cock deep into Mark's relaxed throat. Warm, fuzzy balls pushed right up against Mark's chin, and the orc was in utter heaven, fully surrounded by the sight, feel, smell, and taste of satyr cock. The shaft throbbed deep within Mark's throat and finally he was about to get his prize.

"Take it all," Dr. Davidson bleated out and his balls pulled up. The satyr's muscular rump flexed forward and his fangs flashed as he gave Mark the first load of the session. It flooded Mark's throat and the orc spluttered for a moment. It was so much! The load just kept going and going. First it was 5 shots, then 10, and then fifteen thick shots of cum that all went straight into the orc's stomach. Eventually, the shots started to taper off. Dr. Davidson pulled out of the orc's throat and put his cock right on Mark's tongue to give a couple of finishing blasts. Mark swallowed them eagerly with an audible gulp. When Dr. Davidson sighed and pulled away, he placed his wet, warm cock right onto Mark's muzzle and the orc gave a dopey, cum hungry smile. He licked his tusks and savored the lingering drops of cum he found. Mark's breath was hot, and anyone would be able to smell where the once human's mouth had been.

"That felt fantastic, Mark. You truly are growing into your new form," the hypnotist panted, dripping with sweat from the exertion. With the pressure of the climax relieved, the satyr's little diamond tail flicked back and forth. "I bet you'll never want to leave this place after our session, but I can promise we will have many more. We satyrs aren't known for low sexual appetites, after all." Dr. Davidson's cock throbbed right on Mark's face and the orc continued to lick the satyr's fuzzy balls with unbridled affection. "Mmm, now lick up my body...let's see you up close."

Mark stopped for a moment with a dumb "hurr" sound. He brought his tongue up to Dr. Davidson's shaft and gave it a kiss. The satyr chuckled.

"Good boy. Keep going."

Mark nodded and licked up along the furred abs. He could taste the sweat still left on Dr. Davidson's body. It was a salty and manly flavor, incredibly pleasant. Mark continued up to the bridge between Dr. Davidson's pecs, rubbing his face roughly against the fur there and moaning, and then licked right up to the satyr's lips. He paused and Dr. Davidson smirked. He opened his mouth and let Mark continue with his tongue. The two shared a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. They could taste one another fully, and Dr. Davidson's hands worked across Mark's broad shoulders before trailing down along his spine. He could feel the point where Mark's hips met his back and all the new muscle there. The satyr grabbed both of Mark's muscular, furry ass cheeks with his hands and cheekily spread them as the orc explored the satyr's mouth with his tongue, sharing the carnal taste of the satyr's sweat and cum. When the two broke away, they had their arms wrapped around one another. Mark looked up at Dr. Davidson with sparkling eyes.

"Sir...more?"

"Always more, Mark," Dr. Davidson said and rubbed Mark's rump with his thumb. "Climb on my desk and spread your legs."

Mark was confused at first until Dr. Davidson reached behind him and tapped the desk with his fingers.

"Kneel on the desk," the satyr repeated and stepped away from Mark and to the side. The orc walked towards the desk only to stumble his way forward. He looked down and saw the tattered remains of his shoes and pants scattered along the floor.

"Me...whoops..."

"It's okay, Mark. I will give you clothes after this that will suit your new human form," Dr. Davidson reassured the orc. He gave Mark a kiss on his shoulder. His hand reached down to cup and grip Mark's ass and the orc lover groaned. He wanted nothing more than to bend over for the hunky goatman who was groping and rubbing him that precum dripped liberally from his cock and onto the floor.

"You know what, I think I like you better on the floor," Dr. Davidson said and whispered an incantation. Mark's knees glowed for a moment and the satyr put a hand gently on Mark's shoulder to lead him down into a kneeling position and then pushed forward. Mark was on all fours facing the desk, but his knees were perfectly unharmed, a thin magical barrier taking the brunt of the force. Dr. Davidson smiled cockily.

"Me look good, Sir?" Mark asked hopefully. The huge orc looked over his shoulder with a curious expression as Dr. Davidson stared at his ass, a hungry expression crossing his face.

"Hell yeah you do." Dr. Davidson's tail gave a little wag and Mark smiled happily. The buff satyr stepped forward and kneeled himself. Mark froze for a moment.

"Not... dirty?"

Dr. Davidson chuckled. "No, Mark. My magic took care of that. Gods, you smell delicious. I just want to..." Mark jumped when his satyr lover leaned in and licked across his most sensitive area, and the orc clenched instinctually. "Ahhhh, just relax, Mark..."

"Hnnngg... Yes Sir."

Mark took a deep breath to ease his tensed muscles. He tried to find a comfortable position and his hole winked at Dr. Davidson. The orc looked over his shoulder again and saw the twinkling amber eyes of the satyr beast looking back at him. Mark blushed and that cute look was all the permission Dr. Davidson needed. The mischievous goatman went right back to licking and suckling on Mark's hole. The orc moaned and grabbed the carpet for purchase as satyr tongue went straight up inside him. There was nothing gentle about the treatment; it was all primal and needy. The sounds that came from them both were perverted; Mark's groans and moans and Dr. Davidson's tongue slurping and licking across and into tight orc hole mixed together in the small room.

The satyr dived deeper. His fangs brushed against the hole and he nipped at Mark's thick muscular ass before diving back into his hole again with a sloppy "schluck" sound. He licked across Mark's balls as the orc begged, "More... more...". The orc had his head in his arms and was practically whimpering at the treatment. He arched his back, making his rump pop out more, and Dr. Davidson licked every spot from the orc's wobbly and large balls all the way back up to his hole. It was all so euphoric. A mixture of sweat, sex, and spit. There was nothing sacred or hidden. Mark was all on display for the satyr.

A slap rang out around the room. Dr. Davidson had brought his hands right down onto the both of the orc's massive cheeks, eliciting a roar from the orc. The pain mixed with pleasure into a wonderful cocktail of sensual sparks along Mark's spine and up his muscles. Mark's nails dug into the carpet and he couldn't help but drool down onto the material beneath him. The tongue felt so good inside him. He needed more. He had to be fucked.

"Siiiiir....please," Mark begged and moved his ass as much as he could, and Dr. Davidson pulled away. Drool laced with musk from the orc's prime rump dripped off of his mouth and onto the orc's back. It rolled off his lats and down over his ass before forming small wet spots in the carpet. Dr. Davidson needed no more introduction than that. He stroked his cock, back at full-mast. He was ready to fill the orc.

His orc.

Dr. Davidson put the tip of his dick right against Mark's hole and the orc gave a low rumble in response, pushing his ass back against the head. The satyr's tip popped in with a lewd, slick sound. The two moaned in unison as the warmth of Mark's ass pulled the satyr deeper, muscles flexing around the thick tool sliding in. Dr. Davidson waited for a moment as Mark adjusted to his size.

"Sir... more... please..." Mark begged.

"Patience, Mark. When someone is clouded over with lust, there is hardly anything off the table. I want you to savor this, to love your new form through and through." When Dr. Davidson felt Mark relax, he finally pushed further in. Mark's eyes lit up as his hole was filled with wonderful satyr cock, and he pushed back needfully. Dr. Davidson actually had to stabilize himself.

"Such a cock-hungry stud!" Dr. Davidson growled and thrusted forward. The sound of his cock diving deep inside its newest conquest and pulling out only added to the lewd atmosphere. The pace was slow but deliberate, and Mark's cock leaked continuously, smearing pre across the carpet. For a short while, no words were spoken, only primal moans and grunts. When Dr. Davidson gave a sudden mighty thrust, Mark cried out, his body shaking as he suddenly had to take a satyr's full manhood right down to the base. The pleasures of it ricocheted through his body and reverberated through every sensor in his head. His head launched up but Dr. Davidson was waiting for him. Wrapping a hand around the orc's throat, cupping his chin, Dr. Davidson brought Mark's head up for a sloppy kiss. Even at the awkward angle, it was still so hot and erotic. Mark's cock throbbed between his legs. No more pesky thoughts about math or what assignments he had due; it was all about him. Cock and pleasure and sweat and sex. There was nothing more to life than that.

"Who is my little orc slut?" Dr. Davidson growled and slapped Mark's right ass cheek. The snap of his hand hitting muscle cut through the sounds of his thrusts.

"Me! Me, SIR! FUCK ME!" Mark roared.

"Good boy." Dr. Davidson grabbed the top of Mark's head and pulled on his hair. It was rough enough that it pushed Mark's mouth right back to Dr. Davidson's who slipped a tongue right inside. The hypnotist licked across the firm tusks and wrestled with the orc's tongue.

The pre in Mark's ass was working Dr. Davidson's cock deeper and deeper. The thrusts were becoming hard enough that Mark was lunging forward in rhythm, his thick green member leaking everywhere. Bringing an arm around Dr. Davdison, the orc pulled himself up into more of a kneeling position, which allowed the hypnotist better leverage to spear up into the orc. Mark could only shake and shiver as his prostate was mashed like a button on a toy.

Again and again, their bodies moved and worked into one another as they made out. Their lips and hips smacked together, and it wasn't long before they felt a familiar tingling in their loins. Dr. Davidson stuck his tongue one last time between the orc's lips before pulling his mouth away. He licked up Mark's neck and tasted sweat as he pushed all the way inside his partner. With a groan, Dr. Davidson's balls pulled up and his muscles flexed. His body tensed for just another second and Mark felt a warmth spread up through him.

"SIR! SIR'S FUCK SLUT, SIR!" Mark roared and his body shook. The load filled him up and marked him as his lover's own. Mark could feel the heat flood his guts and pour down his balls; his lover was so productive that Mark could hardly keep it all in. When he felt that lick across neck suddenly turn into a sharp love bite, Mark howled out, seeing stars. His large green balls tightened as he shot hot, thick shots of cum across the carpet and the doctor's desk. Mark's brain emptied. There was nothing besides that blissful feeling of cumming and the beautiful pain of a love bite, and he collapsed into a pile on the soft carpet. As he came down from the high, he was left with a tender afterglow and his new Master's arms wrapped around him possessively.

"Sir...finish?" Mark said, breathless, nuzzling into the satyr's embrace.

"Heh, almost. But I think you should fuck me next. How would you like that, Mark?" Dr. Davidson brought his hand down to Mark's cock and felt the slick cum that was around it. He scooped some of it up and tasted it with a satisfied smile, then brought it around to his rump. He pushed a finger in and huffed.

Mark's cock surged back to a full and ready position. If Mark had a tail, it would have started wagging. "Ooooh, me like that!"

"Oh, I bet you do. But first, how would you rate your session so far on a scale of 1 to 10?"

"S-sess...sess...ion?"

Dr. Davidson chuckled. "Nevermind, I'll ask you when I change you back. Until then, I hope you don't mind a couple more hours of...therapy."

"Me no mind! Me love to fuck!"

"That's a good boy, Mark."

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Mark spun his keys around his index finger as he walked towards Dr. Davidson's home office. His body had changed dramatically in just a month. Dark hair thickly dusted across his face and body, accentuating his two huge pecs and his tree trunk arms and legs. His massive thighs and ass were hardly covered by his shorts. He'd been hitting the gym, but that didn't fully explain his explosive growth.

His mind had changed, too. Tests were much simpler, and his answers in class came much more readily. It wasn't just that he was getting smarter, which was happening too, but his study habits had improved. Well, that was probably because he didn't have trouble getting hard anymore.

He didn't quite understand what was going on with Dr. Davidson's therapy, but the pleasure of it was irresistible. When Dr. Davidson and him were done, he always felt much more calm and relaxed. Every time Mark pressed Dr. Davidson for a fee, the man would just smile and say it was all paid for by the school. "For the betterment of our pupils," or something to that effect.

It sounded insane, but Mark couldn't be happier.

Mark knocked on the door of the home office and Dr. Davidson opened it. He was dressed as sleek as always, with a black button up and a pressed pair of light brown khakis. He gave Mark a smile.

"Ahhh, hello, Mark! I was looking forward to chatting with you," Dr. Davidson said with a cheery tone to his voice.

"Errr, yeah. I hate to tell ya, but I feel pretty good! I might not have a lot to talk about this week," Mark said with a smile.

"Oh, that's no problem. The routine is important, and you are always an interesting patient," Dr. Davidson said as he stepped to the side. Mark blushed at the comment as he stepped inside.

"You flatter me," Mark said with a chuckle and kicked off his shoes.

"I only tell the truth. Plus, I have something different to do today. A new exercise."

"What do you mean?" Mark asked the now twinkly eyed Dr. Davidson.

"I was thinking that I could record the hypnosis session today. You could see yourself for who you truly are. I think you'll be... pleasantly surprised at what comes out."

There was a tone to Dr. Davidson's voice that Mark couldn't quite pick up on. He didn't know if it was mischievous or sincere, but something about it calmed Mark a bit. Yeah, why not? After all, hypnosis seemed to be giving him results, and maybe he could learn a thing or two about what happens when he does go under.

"Sure, I don't see why not!"

Dr. Davidson smiled wide enough that he did not mind his fangs poking through. "Excellent. I'm very excited to show you your true self."