Once she said this, it only added fuel to the fire. It was precisely because of the fact that her family might hear made this scene so hot. She couldn’t find strength to resist him. Her soul was trying, but body was weak. She hoped her pleading would work. Unfortunately, Jamie didn’t stop at all. He warped his left arm around her neck, and his right hand reached down to pull down his pant.
She could feel his hard shaft pressing on her bruised heinie. The cock was already out! “Jamie!” her voice was far from being as assertive as she knew it needed to be to stop him on his track. Right now there was a puddle on the spot right below her pussy. Mom would know if she did not change the sheet herself before tomorrow morning.
Hannah wanted to be taken, but she wanted to at least put up a fight with whatever willpower she had left. She squirmed and kicked her feet, but kept the noises down to not alert her family.
He entered her! The narrow back string in between her butt cheeks were shoved aside, making way for the cock. He started thrusting in and out of her vaginal opening. The motions gave her pleasures, but her bruised “sit spot” from the whipping was hurting like hell as his abs and hips pressed against her bottom, grinding her, while shifting his body horizontally back and forth along her back, breathing heavily onto the her ears.
Hannah let out a few moans. Right after she made her first noise, he covered her mouth with his right hand to muffle her. It was as if she was sweetly tortured inside the belly of a giant snake. The mixture of sweat and tears, pain and pleasure, overwhelmed her senses. He was fucking her brain out.
She wanted this to last for a very long time, but suddenly she felt his cock pulsating, and the motion slowed down, from rapidly shoving in and out, to more deliberated thrusts. He grunted each time he delivered a big push, which made Hannah feel like an animal even more, knowing she had been fucked like it was for breeding, not for her pleasure. Finally he came inside her. He abruptly stopped all motion, and collapsed on her sweat soaked body. It was over just as quickly as he started it. Jamie sat up, and pulled his jeans back on. She knew he wouldn’t give her anything more than a quickie, not with her parents in the house, but she still found it deeply satisfying on a mental level. Knowing that Jamie had used her body purely for his own enjoyment made her feel dirty.
“Hannah, we need to talk. Get dressed we are leaving”, he said as a matter-of-factly. Having got spanked and manhandled within only a few hours, she was as docile as can be. Immediately she got up and put on some clothes. As they got out of the house, Nora was at the kitchen when they passed by. Josh was writing in the basement. The house was quiet. Surely, her parents knew they were going to have a talk, and gave them the space.
Jamie led her to his blue, BMW convertible, which was the house’s driveway. He settled into the driver seat and opened the door for her by reaching over to the door to the passenger seat. He was not a traditional gentleman per se, who would open door for his ladies before they sat, but more like a teenager in a grown up body, with his own boyish charm.
“Where’d we going?” she was uncertain what this was about.
“Just somewhere nearby.” He gave her a quick peek with a slight smile. This calmed her. She was worried he might be breaking up with her, but if he was smiling at her maybe things were still alright.
He drove to a park, and parked at a spot beside the sidewalk. “Come on, let’s take a walk!” He unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out. Hannah followed. They found a bench and sat down. It was about 5’o clock in the afternoon. It was still sunny. People were walking their dogs, or watching their kids playing. Various groups of friends were spotted on scattered parts of the park. They started chit chatting a bit, commenting on what was going on in their life lately—Jamie talked a bit about his vibrant gym fitness business; Hanna had nothing but the same old rants about her life that she knew better than to talk about at this moment. She kept it vague and short.
They started out as fuck buddies. Hannah was 20. Jamie was 28. They were fucking many hot people at the time. After fucking each other every now and then for about a year, one night Jamie told her he loved her in the middle of a marathon sex. He was pounding away and choking her. His sweats were dripping all over her body when he was fucking her in the missionary position. She was drenched in her their mixed sweat when she heard “I love you”. Of all the men she hooked up with, very few were so well put together like Jamie. He always brought her to the nicest places, always took her breath away with the hottest sex experience, and he brought her to the coolest people in his network. In Hollywood, most high quality men were already in a relationship, or too old for her. Hot girls were never in shortage. There were always more beautiful girls than quality guys—guys who were attractive to women, and successful at the same time.
“Listen Hannah, um… I just turned thirty this year, and I can see where this is going. If nothing change, I will continue to build the business, put up with women for all their complaints about their look and everything. At some point we will probably make children. And that’s it. We will just grow old from this point on.” He said these words thoughtfully.
From his eyes, Hannah could tell he was watching a mental movie of their future, and this movie did not seem to impress Jamie. “What do you mean?” Hannah was afraid of what he was going to say. Whatever he was planning, she hoped there was a part for her. She never worried too much about losing Jamie before, because a year ago she was still a super hot woman with an up and coming career. Now she had became something of a joke. Very rarely in her life had she experienced a defeat of this magnitude. Everything were usually easy for pretty girls.
Without having something else going for her, she wasn’t sure if she was measuring up to Jamie’s anymore. Tears quickly welled up her eyes.
“Come on. Don’t cry on me baby. It is only fair for me to be honest with you. I still love you very much. I can die for you! But with the way things are going, I really feel like I need a change, a big change!” He spoke faster than usual, and leaned toward Hannah. The tears in her eyes must have made him uncomfortable. “Look, all my life I love women. I will always be a lover of women. I chose this career to help women become the best they could be, but I don’t think I want to keep putting up with their complaints about their bodies anymore. I am burnt out. For us, I just want to tell you that you are one of the hottest girls ever, even in Hollywood, but if this is to work, I need you to be play a new role. ”
These words gave Hannah a strong hope. You want to tell me there is something I can do? I can do anything to keep you! Just tell me what you want! “tell me” she looked at him pleadingly. At this point all her power was lost. She felt extremely vulnerable.
“I have a lot of money now and I have one of the hottest girl as my girlfriend. I should be happy. I always go after what I want. This is who I am. I am intense. I need my woman to support me so I can be the man I want to be” He looked at her intensely. “I love you. But I don’t think I can ever give you all the things you want. You have the body many women would die for, but you still complain about it everyday. I feel like this relationship is becoming just like my work. I can die for you right now, but I can’t live like this. I am only happy when I go out and try to conquer something”
“Jamie please I will change just tell me what you want me to do”, she tried not to cry, but the moment she said those words she couldn’t help but bawling out.
Jamie’s look quickly soften up. In a comforting voice he said, “Damn, you just reminded me what made me love you. You can make men kill for you sweetheart”. “Then tell me” she pleaded.
“I want to live a life of adventures. I need you to either be on board with me and trust that I will always love you as long as you support me, or you can find someone better, I don’t want you to waste your time. It’s only fair for you.” Hannah felt the sincerity in his voice. At this moment she felt even more certain that she only ever wanted to be with him. “I will do whatever it takes. I will prove it!”
“Ok then, let’s try this. I want to introduce you to someone tonight. I want you to not ask question and trust me. Deal?” He pierced through her eyes. She knew not to jeopardize the ground they just gained, so she nodded.
Jamie drove Hannah to a diner to get some foods. They avoided touching on their relationship or future. Conversations were nice, and there were chuckles occasionally.
Finally, the topic of her discipline came up. “So are you sitting ok?”, Jamie asked with a mischievous smile. Oh God, how much does he know? He stared at her, expecting an answer. He seemed to be using this silence to make it more awkward for Hannah. Maybe he got off from this. He rarely let an opportunity like this go. Perhaps this was why he had became successful in business.
“Mom already told you, obviously.” Hannah tried to say it with as much dignity as she could, playing it cool. “Why don’t you tell me how much you know?”
“What do I know? Not enough! Your mom told me you were being sassy. Ha.” He enjoyed this very much. “Maybe we can let little Hannah confess it all.
There was something naughty about this request. Subconsciously she sensed that something good would come out of it if she went along with this. Hannah blushed and briefly described what happened, and then she said “I deserved it.”
At that moment, Hannah saw a sparkle in Jamie’s eyes. Something she did must have captivated him. Did he want to spank me too? Being made to relive what happened in the house this morning turned her on in myriad ways—the shame, fear, release, pain, and surrender—made her feel extra feminine. It was masochistic.
She knew Jamie must have been turned on by her ordeal too. The way he manhandled her was hotter than her hottest dreams. She started imagining ‘what if’, what if it was Jamie… or another strong, older female who gave her the whipping instead of her mom? The idea of submitting herself to an older, heavier woman who could put her into her place, and strip her of all her ego, and clothes was getting her wet again, wet enough for another fuck.
After dinner, Jamie drove through a few blocks and finally he parked on a side road in front of a two stories house. The house looked like it was assembled by kleenex boxes of various sizes, surrounded by walls one story high. There was a clearing behind the wood gate entrance in the middle. There were tall trees and plants at strategic spots to offer privacy. Yellow light shined through every window. It looked like the occupants might be hosting frequent social gatherings there.
They got out of the car, and Jamie rung the door bell. Hannah spotted a blonde, petite teenage girl coming out for them. She was wearing a silky, light purple cheongsam dress with short sleeves and shirt, and a pair of flat leather scandals that revealed her long, pedicured toes. She was 5’7”, slim, with A-cup small breasts, small hip, and a tight bubble ass. She looked no more than 19 years old. She has layered bang that draped down to the left cheek of her handsome, light tanned face, and the rest was pixie cut. Every part of her was lanky and exuding youthfulness! Hannah wanted to give her an enveloping hug and squeeze her in arms. As a model herself, she was also skinny everywhere, except for her perky, 30 D breasts. They were so perky that the nipples pointed straight out front.
“Welcome sir and madam, you must be Mr. O’Neal, and Ms. Rosati, please come in!” She sounded more humble than a waitress. She opened the gate wide for them, then stepped aside, slightly bent her knees, chin down and gestured them in with her palm up pointing at the house.
Wow, whoever this host is. How did he manage to find a hot teenage girl to serve like a house maid? Hannah found this place unreal, her curiosity was piqued, but she promised not to ask any question. Instead of asking, she imagined herself being forced by dire financial situation to serve as a maid. That’s hot!
Before Evelyn got famous, Hannah had it made. There was no chance she would have to lower herself to work at a lowly job, but sometimes she did fantasize about being a live-in nanny for harsh couples, or a janitor in her old high school. The thought of her wearing janitor uniform turned her on. There was something sexy about humiliation.
Jamie led the way. They entered through the wooden double door and noticed another blond teenage girl was waiting in the hall. She was wearing a silky, light pink cheongsam dress. She had straight short hair down to her chin, and was equally cute as the first blonde girl. They looked like sisters, or typical blonde teen models. This girl took a knee at their feet and assisting them to remove their shoes. She wore a pair of cotton pink sneakers. The first girl took off her outdoor sandals, and put on purple cotton sneakers. The girls escorted them into a spacious living room. It was connected to guest area and an open kitchen. Everything looked orderly. The design of this house was mainly white and glassy. One could see swimming pool at the backyard through a wall of glasses. A woman was standing there beside a couch nearest to them. She seemed to be expecting them.
There was a powerful presence about her. By the first glance, Hannah could tell she was the mistress of this house. She exuded confidence. Her eyes were like telling you how much she knew about everything. It was like she had it all figured out. The woman looked about the age of her mom. Hannah blushed when the woman looked at her and studied her for a moment. The woman formed a light smile, as if she was pleased by Hannah’s appearance and figure. She warmly greeted them, “Welcome Jamie! and this lovely lady must be Hannah”.
“Hannah, I want you to meet Ms. Gorman, she is a top notch expert in hypnotherapy. We have been combining fitness training and hypnosis to assist clients to get better results. I don’t have to put up with drama and tears from female clients anymore thanks to her!” Jamie said with a big warm smile, and gave her a warm hug.
Now that Jamie said it, Hannah noticed the size of Ms. Gorman. She was a size 18, which was her mom’s size. Her height was about 5’9”, which meant she weighted about 240 lbs. Her weight was distributed well though, with significant portion stored at her breast and butt, so you can still see how she would look if she dropped a dozen sizes and by all mean she was beautiful—voluptuous indeed. It had to be the maximum weight where one could still remain voluptuous. If she was even one pound heavier, the fat would spill her out of this delicate balance. How can she help women lose weight if she is this size herself? Hannah felt guilty about her thought, but she couldn’t help thinking like this.
Ms. Gorman shook hands with them. “Please! Have a seat”
They settled themselves into the sofas and started conversation. Jamie told Ms. Gorman about Hannah, her small quirks and mishaps as a silly young woman. Hannah went along and smilingly nodded here and there. “Do you know that Ms. Gorman used to be a stage hypnotist? She can induce orgasms by simple verbal command!” He winked at Hannah.
“Oh thats incredible!” Hannah fought to resist the urge to ask more. She wanted to appear modest. However, her mind was already running wild about the countless ways of using this amazing skill.
Why does Jamie bring me here? “Hannah, I know Ms. Gorman can help you in that she can take away the stress you are facing right now. You can trust Ms. Gorman because she has helped many of my clients too. They are now happy clients who will be loyal FOREVER” Jamie said with confidence.
“That’s great! What is it we are going to do?” Hannah thought about those blonde maids of this house. If Ms. Gorman helped them stayed skinny, then she had to have something under her sleeve, but what about her own body?
“Haha, I like the way my body is! This is about the weight that makes me most happy. ” Ms. Gorman could read her mind! Hannah blushed.
“I told Ms. Gorman about some issues you have been facing, and by using hypnotherapy she could take away all the worries, while enabling you to effortlessly stay in whatever shape you want”
Why does Jamie call her Ms. Gorman all the time? They are business partner why doesn’t he call her by first name? Ms. Gorman gave her a look at this moment. This was like telling her she knew what Hannah was thinking.
“Let us try out a session. You will see what this can do” Ms. Gorman said with a knowing smile. “There is a recliner there. Why don’t you lie down and give it a try?” She pointed to a white leather recliner between the dinner table and the sofas. One could lie on it almost horizontally, with the torso and head lifted up by about 25 degree.
“Yeah, come on give it a try” Jamie encouraged. He nudged her with his elbow and stood up and walked to the recliner. He patted on the leather, gesturing her to go. She stood up and did so.
Ms. Gorman sat on a sofa stool beside the recliner.
“Now I want you to think about the thing that relax you. You can imagine your favorite time that always help you forget about everything. ” Hannah blushed when she thought about her favorite escape—the me-time. To indulge in the pleasure of eating whatever she wanted and had multiple orgasms doing so.
“You are in your own room. You are tasting your favorite strawberry ice-cream and the waves of good feeling are crawling through your body. You moan and wish this time would last forever. You smell the sweet scene of freshly baked cookies, sleeping on a bed made with marshmallow. It melts and turns into sweet aroma. It is warm like the embrace of mommy. Your body are getting heavier and heavier. Your whole body sink into the giant marshmallow as you fall into sleep. Deep sleep. ” Ms. Gorman’s voice was calm, soothing, and rhythmic. It was like poem to the ears. Soon Hannah was under a trance.
“You fall into deep sleep and close your eyes. Your body has become water, very clear, very transparent. You feel very safe, very at ease, very honest. Now I want you to tell me about your goals and why you are not achieving them”
“I want to be a successful writer, an actress and a famous model. I want people to love me. I want to have a successful blog. But I don’t want to feel anymore stress. I want to always have sex and eat delicious foods. It is so hard. There are too many people who are already successful I don’t know if I can compete with that” said Hannah in trance.
To any outsider, Hannah seemed normal except her eyes were closed.
“Does it matter if you become famous as a typical fashion model, or if you became famous as other types of models? ”
“I want to be pretty. I want men to think I am pretty.” Hannah said hopefully, like a small child. “You are saying as long as you are pretty, and you are famous, you will be happy?” Hannah nodded.
“What do you want to look like and what do you don’t want to look like?” Ms. Gorman.
“I want my body to stay slim. I don’t want my breast to sag.” Hannah would tell Ms. Gorman every little secret if this session went on.
“Hannah, you are now looking at a huge mirror. You are now fully undressed. You look at your body. You love it. Think about every incident when men and women lust after your body. They have always loved you and they always will. Starting from tomorrow, you will enjoy taking pictures of yourself, dressed or undressed. Everytime you look at your body you will be aroused. You enjoy eating healthy, because that is who you are. Eating healthy and exercising relax you. It arouses you. Your source of insights grow a 100 folds. You are honest with who you are and who you want to be. You will write whatever come to your mind without hinderance. You will focus on people who love your blog. Imagine, people who hates you and criticize you are shrinking, they become smaller and smaller. They have become so small you cannot see them anymore. Their voices disappear as they shrink.” Ms. Gorman said smoothly and steadily. There was no rush in her pace.
“Blogging will make you forget. Blogging is your new pastime. It makes you forget about worries. Exercising makes you forget about worries. You don’t need to eat snack because drinking water brings you satisfaction, and water brings you back to the source of inspiration. Everytime you exercise and drink green smoothies you become at ease with the world, and you will come up with something new to write. You write because you don’t care. You write because your inspiration flows” Ms. Gorman expertly covered everything Hannah needed. “Now Hannah, it is safe to tell me more about what you want deeply. You sink deeper and deeper. You feel tremendous warm like you are in the embrace of your loving mom. (How does Ms. Gorman know about this?) You are now in the deepest place of your mind. You are looking at your deepest secret with absolute clarity. Tell me what you see”
“I want to be like my mom. I want to be loved like my mom. I want to be everything at least once. I want Jamie to love me no matter how I look. I want to have many many exciting sex experience. I want to have threesome, foursome, orgy. I want to have sex with hot guys and women and Jamie won’t judge me for that. I want the world to know how beautiful my body is before I become like my mom though. She is beautiful, but I want people to know I could be a super model if I wanted. And I still want to eat tasty yummy foods” Hannah sounded like a child in this trance state.
“Clarify. Do you want your body to be like your mom? Do you find her body beautiful?”
“I want to be bigger one day. I want to eat tasty food. I want to be like my mom. Big and beautiful. ” said Hannah.
“Remember that. Your wish is granted. After you have become famous, and show the world how beautiful you are, you will show the world who you truly want to be, and become that before their eyes. Is there anything else you want to try?”
“I want to walk around naked. I want Jamie to spank me. I want him to make me cry and fuck me. I want to dress up like a maid, or a janitor, and have my masters whip me naked.” Hannah had a vivid imagination. She would masturbate herself to sleep while living out different scenarios in her mind. She wished she had the ability to lucid dream!
Ms. Gorman turned to Jamie, and said with a knowing smile. “This is going very well. You must be very happy”
” Haha, this is why I chose her. I knew what she really wanted. Could you help her become what she fantasized to become?” Jamie beamed at Ms. Gorman.
Ms. Gorman did not reply to Jamie immediately, but turned to Hannah. “Hannah, you will forget the following conversation for a week.”
She switched back to Jamie. “You know my price. It’s up to you. Are you comfortable with my price?” Ms. Gorman was not really asking. She seemed to know Jamie’s answer.
“You know what my boundary is. I am happy to share her with you as long as you don’t take her away from me. I trust that you will stick with the agreement” Jamie said assertively.
“This girl has potential to be my apprentice. I will take liberty to modify her body in anyway I deem artful. But of course I will make sure all her dreams come true, and you will have all your fantasies with her fulfilled, before I start something irreversible. She will be everything at least once, as she wished” Ms. Gorman said with a lewd smile.
“What do you have in mind?” Jamie inquired with a disarming smile. “I want to make her tits very saggy.” Ms. Gorman gave him that knowing smile again.
“You got me. I never know how you did this mind reading thing.” Jamie sounded pleasingly surprised. “Would you mind if I am the one who modify her?”
“That’s the best part of it!” She winked. “She has to agree to it of course, but I can be very persuasive.”
“sure you do” Jamie smiled brightly.
In the next 20 minutes, Ms. Gorman brought Hannah into deeper trance. She planted a dozen suggestions according to Hannah’s own kinky wishes, and finally brought her out of trance.
“Hannah, in a week you should remember the details of this session. Don’t worry. If it turns out that you don’t like any of it, we can reverse the programming. I want you to enjoy the preliminary results this week. ” Ms. Gorman gave her a sexy wink, which sent an electric bolt through her chest.
Hannah felt like something inside her was awoken. She felt like drinking water and walking the tread mill. Suddenly she felt a heat from within. She could hardly contain the sexual energy. She wanted to fuck everybody in this house right now. She could see with her mind eyes the blonde girls undressed, sucking Ms. Gorman’s motherly tits. The sharp contrast of their sizes were extremely arousing.
Ms. Gorman was looking into her eyes. Surely this woman should be able to tell what she was thinking. Hannah wished her fantasy came true right now! Unfortunately, Ms. Gorman looked at her with a poker face. She couldn’t tell this time whether Ms. Gorman knew about her thought or not.
Jamie took her home. What a day!
Next morning, Hannah woke up early. She washed herself, got a light breakfast, and decided to go out for a morning walk. She could mentally see where this day was going and for the first time in a while she felt a quiet confidence. It was like everything would go according to where she wanted it to go.
She wore her gym clothes. It was still early summer so she didn’t have to cover a lot, but she wore a yoga pant to cover the welts she got from yesterday. When she saw her mother, she nodded shyly. She avoided eyes contact and quickly got out of the house, but it was weird how close she felt to her mom right now. The punishment she received strangely brought her closer to her mom.
Walking in the neighbourhood in the morning felt fresh. The warm sun and the birds made her happy. Exercise made her happy and strangely… sexy. She felt extra sexy today!
As she continued with her walk she felt trickles of emotions and ideas started to flow from within. She started watching mental movies—things she thought about, with the distinct emotion that came with each thought—she felt like she could write them all out. There was this gentle excitement tagging to this inspired state she was feeling. She had these thoughts before, but she was too scared about what people might think. Fuck it! Many people have written more outrageous things and yet they became successful! Maybe this was why they got successful! She was getting bolder by the second.
She rehearsed those thoughts over and over, playing with the words that could capture those nonverbal ideas and feeling and envisioned typing them out. Strangely, it was not overwhelming. All her life she had rarely have peace with herself. The stress and barrage of self criticisms were no longer there. How refreshing!
She went home, got inside her room, and quickly undressed. She wondered what she look like if she was sweating. The walk was not intense at all so maybe next time. She got before her 5 feet tall standing mirror to watch her naked body. She had been doing this everyday for a very long time. This time, she felt like taking pictures. What the Hell, if anyone finds out the pictures, at least someone knows what I used to look like when I get old.
She used her Iphone 6 to take selfies from multiple angles. Maybe I should even get some professional nude pictures done. Too bad I didn’t start earlier. Beauty expired fast. Life was short. It would be a waste of God’s gift to not keeping record of this heavenly work of art that was her body.
An idea got inside her head. What if set up a studio in my room and do this everyday?
Well, maybe after I start making money.
Deep down she knew this time it was not just an excuse she made up to procrastinate.
She sat down before her desktop and started blogging away.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nfhzpl/a_fat_awakening_pt_4