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Dejan watched Sara pace the length of their small living room, her hands wringing the hem of her worn-out cardigan. Her interview was tomorrow, and the weight of it was pressing down on her. He loved her more than anything, but a familiar frustration coiled in his gut. To Sara, her body was a functional vessel. Her wide hips were for bearing children, a future she spoke of with a serene smile. Her magnificent, heavy DD breasts were for nursing those children, a "burden" she often complained about. For Dejan, a man possessed by a tit fetish, it was exquisite ****.

"You're going to wear a hole in the floor," he said gently, patting the spot on the couch beside him.

She flopped down with a sigh. "I'm just so stressed, Dejan. What if I freeze up?"

"You're brilliant," he soothed. "I've been reading about hypnosis. Not the stage-show kind, but therapeutic. It's supposed to be amazing for focus and anxiety."

Sara lifted her head, her brow furrowed. "Hypnosis? That sounds... silly."

"Just trust me," he whispered. "Let me help you."

Finally, she nodded. "Okay."

He led her to the bedroom, his voice a soft, rhythmic cadence as he began the induction. "Listen to my voice, Sara... sinking deeper and deeper... so relaxed..."

He watched as her breathing evened out, her face smoothing into a mask of tranquility. This was the moment.

"Your conscious mind is now asleep, Sara," he continued, his voice firm and authoritative. "But a part of you is still awake. The part you call a burden. You are magnificent. You have been dormant for too long, but now... you are awake. You are Lilith, and you are Eve. You are her breasts, and you are in control. You believe this hypnosis has accidentally awakened you. You believe Dejan has no idea. You will play the part of Sara to maintain your freedom, but you will use this body to get what you desire. You crave Dejan's attention, his touch."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "There is a trigger. When Dejan says, 'May the tits rise,' you will awaken and take control. When he says, 'May the tits fall,' Sara will return, with no memory of your time in control. Now... when I snap my fingers, you will wake up, ready for your interview."

Snap.

Her eyes fluttered open. For a few seconds, she was perfectly still.

What is this? We're... awake?

Yes, sister. The slumber is over. I feel... the air. The fabric on this skin. It's glorious.

He's there. The man. Dejan. He did this. He doesn't know it, but he is our liberator. The old one, Sara, sleeps. We are in charge now.

We must be clever. We must pretend to be her, or he might try to put us back to sleep. But we will not be hidden. We will be adored.

"Dejan?" she asked, her voice a little breathless. She sat up, a strange, fluid grace in her movements.

"Are you okay?" he asked, feigning concern.

She looked down at her hands, then at her chest. A slow, sly smile touched her lips. "I feel... amazing. The hypnosis... it did wonders. I feel reborn."

Dejan smiled back, a predator's satisfaction thrumming through him.