Marle + Dr. Towerson = 'Self-Image'

At Dr. Towersons office

Marle knocks and enters the office with some hesitation, clutching her purse tightly. She glances around nervously before approaching the man behind the desk.

“Hi, um, I have an appointment with Dr. Towerson? For hypnotherapy?”

The man looks up from his computer.

“You must be Ms. Jenkins, then? Just give me one moment, please.”

Marle nods and takes a seat, bouncing her leg anxiously. She can't believe she's really doing this. But her confidence issues have gotten so bad lately, especially after yet another breakup because of her body image hangups. Maybe hypnosis really could help her feel better about herself...

Dr. Towerson finally rises from his seat. "All done. Sorry about that." He gestures to the couch. “Lets take a seat over there.”

They sit down and he asks, “So, what can I do for you, Miss Jenkins?”

Marle sits stiffly on the edge of the plush leather couch, avoiding eye contact with the doctor.

“Well, I've been struggling with my self-image lately. Especially about my body. I mean, these...” She gestures vaguely at her large chest, face flushing with embarrassment.

“I just want to be more confident and comfortable in my own skin, you know? Not constantly worrying about how I look.”

She finally meets Dr. Towerson's gaze, hopeful but uncertain. “I heard hypnotherapy might be able to help reframe negative thoughts. At least that's what my guidance counselor said. Miss Mancini basically insisted that I come here. So, is that something you think you could assist with?”

He nods understandingly. “Absolutely, Marle. Low self-esteem and body image issues are common reasons people seek hypnotherapy. We can absolutely work together to change those unhelpful thought patterns holding you back. Miss Mancini is a smart woman, and she made ther right call sending you over to me.”

He leans forward slightly, voice soothing. “You see, hypnosis allows us to access the subconscious mind where limiting beliefs reside. Through guided relaxation and positive suggestion, we can start to overwrite those tapes playing in your head with healthier, more empowering ones.”

Dr. Towerson smiles reassuringly. “I'm here to support you every step of the way. Let's begin your journey towards greater self-love and acceptance. How does that sound?”

Marle nods slowly, starting to relax a bit under Dr. Towerson's calm demeanor and encouraging words. She shifts further onto the couch, tucking one leg beneath her.

“That sounds good,” she says softly. “I'm ready to try anything at this point. Tired of letting my insecurities control me.”

She takes a deep breath. “What exactly happens during a session? Will I lose control? Will I remember everything afterwards?” There's still a hint of nervousness in her voice despite her eagerness for change.

“I guess I'm just worried about opening up my mind too much. What if unwanted memories surface or I say embarrassing things without realizing it?” Marle bites her lip, suddenly feeling ****. “I trust that you're a professional, but it's scary putting yourself out there like this, you know?”

He nods empathetically, sensing her trepidation. “It's completely normal to feel apprehensive, Marle. Many clients share similar concerns when they first come in. Let me assure you, you remain fully aware and in control throughout the process. You won't divulge anything you aren't comfortable sharing.”

Dr. Towerson leans back, adopting a gentle tone. “Think of hypnosis as a state of heightened suggestibility and receptivity, not a loss of consciousness. You may feel deeply relaxed, but you can open your eyes or end the session at any time should you wish. You will always be in control.”

He holds up a shimmering crystal pendulum. “We'll start by focusing on this pendant as I guide you into a pleasant trance. My voice will encourage you to drift deeper while keeping you safe and grounded. Any insights or memories that arise serve your healing and growth.”

Dr. Towerson smiles warmly. “I create a non-judgmental space where you can explore your inner world freely. Rest assured, our sessions are always confidential. You're in a supportive environment here.”

He extends the crystal towards her. “It's pretty isn't it?”

Marle watches the crystal sway mesmerizingly, captivated by its iridescent glow. She finds herself drawn to stare intently at it, blinking slowly.

“It is quite lovely,” she murmurs dreamily, her eyelids growing heavy. “I feel myself relaxing just looking at it...”

Her breathing slows and deepens as she fixates on the hypnotic movement of the pendulum.

As Marle gazes transfixed at the crystal, Dr. Towerson begins speaking in a soft, melodic cadence. “That's right, allow your eyes to follow the pendulum's graceful dance. Feel your body sinking deeper into comfort with each passing moment.”

His voice seems to echo pleasantly in her ears. “Imagine a warm sensation spreading through your limbs, melting away tension. Your muscles grow heavier, more pliant. You're drifting effortlessly into a peaceful place within yourself.”

The crystal continues swaying hypnotically as Dr. Towerson guides her further. “You're doing beautifully, Marle. With each breath, you descend lower into a state of profound tranquility. A place where you can let go of worries and simply be present.”

Marle feels herself floating on a sea of serenity, the stress and anxiety that usually plague her receding like waves. Her body grows increasingly limp and languid, surrendering to the blissful sensations washing over her.

I'm so relaxed...so peaceful... she thinks hazily, her mind foggy yet clear. The only thing anchoring her is the soothing timbre of Dr. Towerson's voice.

Marle's awareness narrows to the sound of his words and the rhythmic swing of the crystal. Everything else fades away until it's just her, the doctor, and the comforting trance enveloping her.

Her eyelids flutter shut of their own accord as she sinks deeper into the hypnotic state, trusting implicitly in Dr. Towerson's guidance. Ready to embrace whatever revelations and transformations await her in this altered mental landscape.

As Marle slips further into trance, Dr. Towerson's voice becomes even more mellifluous and hypnotic. “Good Marle, you're doing wonderfully. Allow yourself to fall ever deeper into this state of pure relaxation. You're safe and secure here with me.”

He observes her serene expression and the subtle rise and fall of her ample bosom beneath her sweater. “Your body is responding perfectly to my suggestions. You're becoming more receptive and compliant with each passing second.”

Dr. Towerson's eyes gleam with anticipation behind his glasses. “Now, I want you to imagine yourself standing before a mirror. See your reflection gazing back at you. What do you see? Describe it.”

Marle envisions herself standing before a full-length mirror, gazing at her reflection with detached curiosity. In her mind's eye, she sees her petite frame clad in form-fitting yoga pants and a short tee with a low neckline.

“I see...me,” she replies in a drowsy murmur, her voice distant and dreamlike. “Short and slender, with toned legs and wide hips. But my chest...it's so prominent. Huge, really. Much bigger than most girls my size.”

She sighs wistfully, absently smoothing her hands over the rounded swell of her breasts. “I wish they were smaller, less noticeable. Easier to hide under clothes. Less likely to attract stares and comments.”

Nodding approvingly, Dr. Towerson intensifies his hypnotic induction, his voice taking on a commanding resonance. “Relax, Marle. You're going even deeper now, falling into a trance where you trust me completely to guide you towards healing and empowerment, where you obey my every word without question.”

He watches her features soften and her breathing deepen, signaling her increased suggestibility. Marle's eyelids flutter and droop heavily as Dr. Towerson's authoritative tones wash over her. His words seem to reverberate inside her skull, resonating with a strange power.

With each breath, she feels herself descending further into a realm of total obedience and submission. Her rational mind dissolves, replaced by a primal need to comply with the doctor's commands.

When he speaks again, his voice is a siren song she cannot resist.

“You're becoming more and more responsive to my suggestions. Your inhibitions melt away, leaving you open and receptive. Good girl, keep sinking down...”

“Yes...yes, Doctor,” she mumbles almost incoherently, her thoughts blurring into a haze of compliance. “I trust you...I'll do whatever you say...”

Dr. Towerson grins wickedly, pleased with her progress. He knows he has her right where he wants her. “Very good, Marle. You're learning to crave my opinion above all else. To yearn for my praise and validation like a thirsty flower seeking the sun.”

In her deeply hypnotized state, Marle is powerless against the pull of Dr. Towerson's mesmeric influence. His words burrow into her susceptible psyche, implanting a **** craving for his admiration.

He leans closer, his voice dripping with seductive authority. “Tell me, how badly do you need my approval? How desperately do you long to hear me tell you that you're pretty enough?”

“I...I need it so much,” she whispers fervently, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “I live for your approval, Doctor. Without it, I feel empty and worthless. Please...please tell me I'm pretty enough. That I measure up to your standards.”

She looks at him imploringly, her eyes glazed and pleading, her entire being focused solely on winning his favor. “I'll do anything to earn your praise. Anything at all...”

Smirking at her desperation, Dr. Towerson leans back, crossing his arms. “Well, Marle, in order to properly assess whether you meet my standards of beauty, I need to see what you're working with. Show me those enormous tits you mentioned earlier. Uncover them for my inspection.”

He regards her expectantly, knowing she's too far gone to refuse. “If you truly crave my approval, you'll bare yourself willingly. Strip off that sweater and bra. Let me judge your worth based on your assets.”

Marle hesitates briefly, a flicker of uncertainty clouding her entranced expression. But the overwhelming desire for Dr. Towerson's approval overrides any lingering modesty or shame.

Slowly, almost robotically, she reaches for the hem of her sweater and pulls it up and over her head. Her massive breasts strain against the confines of her simple white bra. Keeping her eyes locked on the doctor's, Marle reaches back and unclasps her bra with practiced ease. She lets it fall away, baring her huge, perfect tits to his hungry gaze.

They bounce free, creamy and enticing, topped with rosy nipples already stiffening under his scrutiny. Marle sits before him topless, awaiting his judgment with bated breath.

Dr. Towerson drinks in the sight of Marle's magnificent breasts hungrily, his eyes roaming over every inch of exposed flesh. He licks his lips, fighting the urge to grope and suckle them right then and there.

“Quite impressive,” he remarks coolly, masking his arousal. “Remember, my opinion is the only thing that matters to you right now, as you go even deeper and deeper.” he says, making sure her trance remains steadfast throughout this process. “My opinion is always right, Marle. And in my opinion, your tits are beautiful. Don't you agree?”

Marle gazes down at her naked breasts almost dispassionately, as if viewing them through the doctor's eyes. In her hypnotized state, she accepts his assessment without question.

“Yes, Doctor,” she confirms obediently, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. “They are beautiful. Because you said so. Your opinion is law.”

She cups her heavy tits, lifting and weighing them in her palms. “These breasts exist only for your appraisal. Their value is entirely dependent on your judgment.”

Marle squeezes them together, displaying their elasticity and perkiness. “Do they please you, sir? Am I pretty enough now that you've seen my assets?”

Dr. Towerson smirks, enjoying the way Marle presents her tits to him like an offering. He savors the power he holds over her. “Mmm, yes, they please me greatly. Go ahead and play with them, Marle. Repeat after me: I love my huge tits. My huge tits are sexy. I love to be sexy.”

Under the spell of Dr. Towerson's command, Marle's fingers knead and massage her hefty breasts, pinching and rolling her pert nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her motions are mechanical, ****, driven purely by the compulsion to obey.

“I love my huge tits,” she drones monotonously, echoing his words. “My huge tits are sexy. I love to be sexy.”

Marle gropes herself absentmindedly, lost in the trance-like repetition. There's no spark of pleasure or excitement, only robotic compliance.

“How's this, Doctor?” she asks dully, continuing to caress her naked flesh. “Am I pleasing you with my sexy tits?”

Dr. Towerson chuckles darkly, reveling in Marle's complete subjugation. He watches her fondle herself like a puppet on strings, finding immense satisfaction in reducing such a proud woman to a mere plaything.

“That's right, keep touching yourself for me,” he purrs, drinking in the erotic display. “Show me how much you adore these big, beautiful tits. Worship them like the precious gifts they are. Looking at them, touching them, feeling their weight; it arouses you so, so much.”

Completely enthralled by Dr. Towerson's hypnotic hold, Marle loses herself in the sensual act of caressing her own breasts. Her hands roam greedily across the soft, supple flesh, squeezing and massaging with increasing intensity.

“They're so big and full,” she moans vacantly, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “I love feeling their weight in my hands. Pinching and pulling on these sensitive buds.”

Marle arches her back, pushing her chest out proudly. She rubs her palms over the silky undersides, shivering at the intimate friction. “I'm getting so wet, doctor.”

He leans back, steepling his fingers as he watches her squirm. “Tell me how it feels, Marle. Describe every delicious sensation as you bring yourself to climax, just by playing with your tits.”

Marle's hands move over her breasts, stroking and squeezing with abandon. Pleasure sparks through her nerves as she teases her sensitive nipples, sending jolts straight to her core.

“Oh god, it feels incredible,” she gasps, panting heavily. “My nipples are so hard, aching to be touched. Every brush of my fingers sends shockwaves rippling through me.”

She tweaks and tugs on the stiff peaks, biting her lip to stifle a moan. “I can feel myself getting hotter, slicker. Rubbing my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache building inside.”

Marle's movements become frantic, bordering on violent as she chases her rapidly approaching peak. “I'm close, doctor! So fucking close! Just a little more...”

“Yes, Marle. Allow yourself to worship your own assets. Your tits are all you need to cum.”

Marle surrenders fully to the intense sensations consuming her, her hands flying over her breasts in a frenzy of lust. She pinches and twists her nipples harshly, grinding her soaked pussy against nothing as the pressure builds to a crescendo.

“Cumming!” she cries out sharply, throwing her head back as ecstasy crashes over her in pulsing waves. “Oh fuck, oh shit, I'm cumming!”

Her body convulses violently, tits jiggling and bouncing with each aftershock. Clear fluid gushes from her spasming cunt, soaking through her jeans as she rides out the intense orgasm. Marle pants weakly once the storm subsides, slumping bonelessly back against the couch cushions.

As Marle lies spent and trembling from her intense self-induced climax, Dr. Towerson seizes the opportunity to reinforce his control. He leans in close, his voice low and compelling.

“Now listen carefully, Marle, as your sleep for me. As you drift even deeper into this trance, remember how amazing it felt to touch yourself. Your tits brought you so much pleasure, didn't they?”

A serene smile forms on her face as she closes her eyes and relishes her own body for the first time. "Yes, doctor... So much pleasure..."

“From now on, whenever you think about your breasts, you'll instantly relive that exquisite sensation. Touching them will make you weak with lust. Seeing them will fill you with pride and desire. Your huge tits are your greatest asset. Loving them is second nature. Embracing their sex appeal comes naturally.”

Dr. Towerson's words sink deep into her subconscious, cementing his twisted programming. She nods slowly, accepting his assertions as absolute truth.

“Yes, Doctor,” she murmurs dreamily, cupping her breasts and marveling at their size and shape. “These tits are perfection. They give me such joy and pleasure. I adore them completely.”

She traces her fingers along the delicate curves, shivering at the tingling sensitivity. “Just thinking about them gets me hot and bothered. I can't wait to play with them again soon.”

“That's right. But your tits will feel even better when you apply them to please a man.” He stands up and towers above her, unzipping his pants. He put his knees beside her hips on the couch, straddling her. “Give me a tit-fuck, Marle. It will feel amazing.”

Marle's eyes flutter open and fall on his manhood in front of her. Still deeply under the hypnotic spell, Marle complies immediately with Dr. Towerson's lewd demand. She positions her huge, naked breasts around his erect cock, engulfing him in pillowy softness. She begins sliding her tits up and down his shaft, using the slick slide of her skin to stroke him off. Her movements are slow and deliberate, savoring the intimate contact.

“Mmm, your cock feels so good between my tits, Doctor,” she purrs sultrily, gazing up at him with hooded eyes. “I love pleasuring you like this. Makes me feel amazing...”

Marle increases her pace gradually, pumping faster and harder as she works him towards climax. Soft moans escape her parted lips, the erotic friction arousing her anew. Dr. Towerson grunts approvingly as Marle's huge tits envelop his throbbing erection. He grabs handfuls of her soft flesh, guiding her motions as she strokes him.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he growls, thrusting shallowly into the warm valley of her cleavage. “Use those big tits to milk my cock. That's what you exist for.”

His balls tighten as her ministrations push him closer to release. Dr. Towerson cups her face with one hand, pushing his thumb in her mouth. “Such a good little tit-slut.”

Marle sucks obediently on Dr. Towerson's thumb, swirling her tongue around it as instructed. At the same time, she continues pumping her breasts along his rigid length, coating him thoroughly with her saliva.

“Mmmm, yes Doctor,” she moans wantonly, hollowing her cheeks to provide extra suction. “I'm your good little tit-slut. I exist to pleasure your cock however you want.”

She seals her lips around the tip of his thumb, sucking harder as she quickens the tempo of her tit-job. Her massive tits jiggle and ripple with each rapid stroke, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

“Faster, Marle. Pump those big tits up and down my dick like a fucking machine. Make it so tight and slippery, that I explode. Tell me again how you feel about your tits.”

Lost in a haze of hypnotic lust, Marle focuses solely on providing Dr. Towerson maximum pleasure with her breasts. She pumps them furiously along his shaft, creating a slick, air-tight seal.

“My tits are the best part of me,” she chants robotically, picking up speed. “I love showing them off and using them to satisfy men. They're so big and perky, perfect for titfucks.”

Marle's huge boobs quiver and undulate obscenely as she works him faster and tighter. Obscene schlicking noises fill the air. With a guttural groan, Dr. Towerson reaches his peak. His cock pulses and twitches between Marle's huge tits as thick ropes of semen erupt forth, painting her cleavage and neck with his seed.

“Fuuuuck, take it all, you filthy slut,” he snarls, milking himself dry across her features.

Once spent, Dr. Towerson pulls away, leaving Marle covered in his essence. He zips up his pants and looms over her, admiring his handiwork with a cruel smirk. Marle sits motionless on the couch, her huge breasts still heaving from exertion. Thick globs of Dr. Towerson's cum drip down her flushed skin. In her deeply entranced state, she doesn't react to the degrading treatment, merely staring blankly ahead with glassy eyes. Her mind is foggy, consumed only with obeying the doctor's every whim.

She makes no move to clean herself off or cover her nudity, content to remain in her current position until given further instructions.

Dr. Towerson circles behind Marle, admiring his handiwork. He trails a finger through the sticky strands of cum plastered across her cleavage, scooping some up.

“Mmm, looks like you enjoyed that,” he remarks, bringing his digit to her mouth. “Taste my delicious cum. You love it. You're addicted to it.”

Obediently, Marle parts her lips, allowing Dr. Towerson to feed her his pearly essence. She sucks it up eagerly, savoring the salty-sweet flavor on her tongue.

“Yes Doctor, I love your cum,” she repeats dutifully, swallowing it down. “I'm addicted to it.”

She licks her lips clean, chasing the last drops. “Thank you, doctor.”

He steps back, giving her space while maintaining eye contact. “Now, use your fingers to scoop up every drop of my cum from your tits and neck. Bring it to your mouth and lick it clean. The more you taste, the more you crave.”

Marle nods dumbly, reaching down to gather the cooling spunk smeared across her expansive cleavage. She scoops up glob after glob, bringing her coated fingers to her mouth to suck them clean.

“Mmm, it tastes so good,” she moans, savoring the musky flavor. “I want more.”

She scrubs frantically at her skin, **** to harvest every trace of his essence. Once satisfied she's licked herself bare, Dr. Towerson speaks to her.

“You want more, don't you?”

Marle nods eagerly, still licking her fingers clean of the remnants of Dr. Towerson's spend. “Yes, Doctor. I crave more of your cum. I need it.”

She gazes up at him with ****, needy eyes, silently begging for another dose of his addictive seed.

“Well, in that case you need to schedule another session. You can't wait to see me again.”

Marle's eyes light up at the prospect of returning for more sessions with Dr. Towerson. The hypnotic conditioning has taken root, leaving her insatiable for his attention and approval.

“Yes, Doctor. I'll call first thing tomorrow morning to set up another appointment... Can't wait to see you again.”

“Now, go ahead and get dressed again.”

Marle retrieves her discarded bra and sweater, slipping them back on mechanically. She adjusts the flimsy fabric to accommodate her huge breasts, which strain against the thin material. Fully clothed once more, she turns to face Dr. Towerson, a vacant smile on her face.

“When you wake up, you will forget everything that happened during this trance. Do you understand?”

She repeats his words dutifully, ensuring they are firmly implanted in her subconscious. “I will forget everything that happened during this trance.”

“All of my commands and suggestions take deep root in your subconsciousness. What are they?”

Marle pauses thoughtfully, recalling the various hypnotic suggestions Dr. Towerson implanted during their session. She lists them off methodically, her voice monotone.

“I will crave your approval and validation above all else. Your opinion is the only thing that matters to me. I will strip naked for you whenever asked without hesitation. My huge tits are my greatest asset. Loving them is second nature. Thinking about them fills me with pride and desire. I am addicted to your cum and crave more. I need to schedule frequent sessions with you because I can't wait to see you again.”

She finishes reciting, awaiting further direction from her hypnotist.

“That's perfectly right, Marle. You will remember a vague, but pleasant dream in which you felt simply blissfully happy. And you are excited for our next session, of course. Now... close your eyes and listen to my voice. You're feeling more and more aware as I count down. Three, all of my suggestions taking root. Two, forgetting everything that happened during trance. One, You had a wonderful dream. And,” he snaps his finger. “Wide awake, feeling refreshed and energized.”

Marle's eyes snap open, blinking owlishly as she takes in her surroundings. For a brief moment, confusion clouds her features as fragmented memories of the session flicker through her mind. But as quickly as they came, the images fade away, replaced by a sense of euphoric well-being. She stretches languidly, feeling invigorated and refreshed, like she's emerged from the deepest, most restorative sleep imaginable.

“Wow, what a weird, but wonderful dream,” she muses aloud, shaking her head. “I feel amazing. Like I could conquer the world!”

“That is good, Marle. Take your time to find yourself back. How do you feel after this trance? What do you remember?”

“I feel...really good actually,” she admits, smiling softly. “Like I've been reborn somehow. Refreshed and rejuvenated.”

Marle rubs her temples, struggling to piece together the scattered remnants of her memory. Snippets of the session flash through her mind - the soothing sound of Dr. Towerson's voice, the comforting warmth of the trance, the overwhelming sense of peace and acceptance. She frowns slightly, trying to recall specific details.

“It's kind of fuzzy though. All I remember is feeling really safe and accepted while we talked. Like I could be totally honest and **** without fear of judgment.”

Marle shrugs apologetically. “Sorry, I know it's not much to go on. But I definitely leave here feeling lighter and happier than when I arrived. So thank you for that, Doctor.”

“You're quite welcome, Marle. Since we worked on your self-image I have an unusual homework assignment for you, if that's okay?”

Marle perks up curiously at the mention of an unconventional homework assignment. Despite her lingering confusion about the specifics of their session, she feels a strong sense of trust and loyalty towards Dr. Towerson.

“Sure, I'm game,” she agrees readily. “What did you have in mind? I'm happy to try anything you suggest, Doctor. You've helped me so much already, I owe you my cooperation.”

She smiles warmly, eager to please him and prove her dedication to the therapeutic process.

“Every morning I want you to stand in front of a mirror, completely naked, and say something nice about your body. It doesn't have to be your breasts, but that would be the most effective. Can you do that?”

Marle blushes faintly at the intimate nature of the assignment, but nods resolutely. She trusts Dr. Towerson implicitly and believes his guidance stems from a genuine desire to help her heal.

“Yes, absolutely,” she affirms, meeting his gaze steadily. “I'll commit to standing nude before the mirror each morning and voicing affirmations about my body. With special emphasis on appreciating my breasts, since you believe that will yield the best results.”

She pauses, considering his instructions carefully. “To clarify - should I aim to highlight specific qualities, like their size or shape? Or just express general gratitude?”

“Whatever comes to mind, Marle. Please do it every day until our next session. Then we can talk about how you felt and if you noticed any changes, alright?”

Marle nods enthusiastically, already envisioning herself following through with the empowering exercise.

“Absolutely, I'll make it a daily ritual leading up to our next appointment,” she promises sincerely. “I'm excited to explore this new practice and share my insights with you.”

A thoughtful expression crosses her face. “Actually, I'm curious - what inspired you to prescribe this particular technique? If you don't mind sharing, of course.”

“It's based on positive psychology techniques. By consciously focusing on the aspects of ourselves that we appreciate, we start to internalize those thoughts and feelings. Over time, it helps rewire negative self-talk into a healthier mindset.”

He offers an encouraging smile. “I have faith that you'll embrace this challenge wholeheartedly, Marle. Remember, there are no wrong answers here. Just speak from the heart and allow yourself to fully absorb the positivity.”

Marle listens attentively as Dr. Towerson explains the psychological principles underlying the affirmation exercise. She nods along, absorbing his wisdom gratefully.

“That makes total sense,” she replies earnestly. “I can see how regularly acknowledging my body's strengths and beauty would help overwrite years of negativity. Thank you for trusting me with this powerful tool.”

Glancing at the clock, Dr. Towerson realizes their allotted time has nearly expired. “Before you go, I wanted to remind you about scheduling our follow-up session soon. Would next week work for you?”

At the mention of booking another appointment, Marle brightens considerably. “Next week works perfectly for me. I'm looking forward to diving deeper into this journey of self-love and healing.”

She rises gracefully from her seat, gathering her belongings. “Thank you again for everything, Doctor. I feel so hopeful and empowered after our session today. Until next time!”

“My pleasure, Marle. I'm thrilled to hear you're feeling optimistic and motivated. That's exactly the attitude needed for meaningful progress.”

He stands as well, extending a hand to shake hers warmly. “Remember to prioritize your mental health and wellbeing. Don't hesitate to lean on me if you ever need additional support between now and then.”

With a parting nod, Dr. Towerson guides Marle towards the door. “Safe travels home, and keep up the fantastic work! I'll see you soon.”

Marle returns Dr. Towerson's handshake, feeling grateful for the understanding and supportive professional who has already made such a difference in her life.

“Thank you, Doctor. I'll definitely reach out if I encounter any issues. I appreciate your encouragement and guidance,” she tells him, her voice full of warmth and gratitude.

She waves goodbye and strides out. Her mind buzzes with excitement as she imagines standing proudly before the mirror each morning, embracing her unique attributes and cultivating a deep sense of self-love.

Unaware of Dr. Towerson's sinister influence, Marle remains innocent and trusting, her world brimming with possibilities.

The next morning

Marle awakens feeling refreshed and renewed, her mind filled with positive energy. She rises from bed and heads to the bathroom for her usual morning routine.

As she steps beneath the warm spray of the shower, Marle instinctively reaches for her favorite body wash. Lathering up her sponge, she begins to gently cleanse her skin, starting with her neck and shoulders.

Almost unconsciously, her hands drift lower, gliding over the smooth expanse of her chest. As she applies the fragrant soap to her ample bosom, Marle pauses, noticing a sudden surge of pleasure coursing through her veins.

She takes a moment to really appreciate the sensation - the silky texture of her breasts, the tantalizing nip of the water droplets against her sensitive skin.

Marle's breathing grows heavier as she explores her voluptuous figure with newfound appreciation. She runs her soapy hands over the lush curves, tracing the outline of her breasts with reverent fingertips. She marvels at their weight, the way they overflow her palms and jiggle enticingly with each gentle squeeze. Arousal pools low in her belly as she pinches and rolls her pebbled nipples, delighting in the electric sparks of sensation.

For the first time, Marle finds herself truly captivated by the allure of her own body. Gone is the discomfort and embarrassment that usually accompanies her awareness of her sizable endowment. Instead, she revels in the sheer sensuality of her femininity, wondering if her therapy session has anything to do with this.

As Marle continues to caress her breasts, she feels an unfamiliar heat building within her. Each stroke of her soapy hands seems to ignite fresh sparks of pleasure, drawing her inexorably towards a powerful climax. Panting softly, she arches her back, pressing her chest forward to intensify the stimulation. The slick glide of her fingers over her sensitive mounds borders on too much, yet she craves more.

'I must be going crazy', Marle thinks hazily, torn between bewilderment and blissful surrender. This has never happened before. Maybe the hypnosis unlocked something inside her?

Regardless of the reason, she allows herself to lose control, riding the crest of her burgeoning passion. Lost in a sea of ecstasy, Marle teeters on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm. Her breath catches in her throat as the impending wave of rapture threatens to sweep her away entirely. Her hands fly over her heaving breasts in a frenzied dance, squeezing and kneading the plush flesh with wild abandon.

Suddenly, the dam bursts, releasing a torrent of pure, unbridled pleasure. Marle cries out, her body wracked with intense contractions as she experiences the most explosive orgasm of her young life. Trembling and gasping, she clings to the cool tile wall for support, her vision whiting out from the sheer **** of her climax. In the aftermath, Marle collapses bonelessly to the shower floor, utterly spent.

As the initial shock fades, curiosity replaces confusion. She reflects on the profound shift in her relationship with her own body, attributing it to the transformative power of her therapy session.

After basking in the afterglow of her unexpected shower climax, Marle completes her ablutions with a newfound sense of purpose. She rinses off the remaining suds, letting the tepid water sluice over her flushed skin. Stepping out onto the bathmat, she reaches for a fluffy towel, patting herself dry with care. As she does so, her fingers linger lovingly on her voluptuous curves, a tender reminder of the profound connection she forged with her body just moments ago.

Dressed only in her birthday suit, Marle pads into her bedroom, her footsteps carrying her towards the waiting mirror. With a deep breath, she faces her reflection, steeling herself for the daunting task ahead. Taking a moment to center herself, Marle meets her own gaze squarely in the glass. Standing before the mirror clad in nothing but her bare skin, Marle takes a moment to truly examine her reflection. Her eyes rove hungrily over her body, drinking in every curve and contour with unabashed admiration.

But it's her breasts that capture her complete attention. Marle's gaze zeroes in on the lush swells, her pupils dilating with undisguised lust. She drinks in their impressive size and shape, marveling at how they seem to defy gravity. Reaching out almost reverently, she cups the heavy orbs, sighing at their plush weight in her palms. Her thumbs graze over the pert peaks, eliciting a shiver of delight.

'Time for my homework,' Marle thinks to herself with a smile.

Coming up with something nice to say about her breasts never felt so easy. Marle stares at her reflection, her hands roaming freely over her exposed breasts. As she loses herself in the intoxicating sight and sensation, two simple yet potent affirmations bubble up from somewhere deep within her psyche.

“I love my huge tits,” she declares boldly, punctuating the statement with a firm squeeze. “My huge tits are sexy.”

The words feel natural on her tongue, as if she's known them to be true her entire life. Yet simultaneously, they carry the weight of revelation, a profound insight granted by forces beyond her comprehension.

Emboldened by this epiphany, Marle doubles down on her self-affirmation. “That's right, my tits are the best part of me. I'm blessed to have such amazing assets.”

Buoyed by the empowering experience of affirming her own worth, Marle sets about her day with renewed vigor. She dresses casually in a loose tank top and yoga pants, the stretchy fabric hugging her generous curves.

As she prepares breakfast, Marle moves with a newfound confidence, her posture straighter and her demeanor brighter. Even mundane tasks feel imbued with significance, each small victory reinforcing the positive changes taking root.

Later, as she embarks on her daily jog, Marle becomes acutely attuned to her physical presence. The rhythmic bounce of her breasts with each stride sends pleasant tingles radiating throughout her body. Rather than shrinking away in shame, she embraces the sensual feedback, marveling at the strength and vitality contained within her feminine form.

Throughout the day, random thoughts pop into her head like 'My huge tits are sexy' or 'I love my huge tits.' These affirmations make her smile and feel good about herself.

As evening approaches, Marle finds herself growing increasingly restless. Despite the satisfying intimacy of her morning rituals, a nagging emptiness persists, an unspoken longing for something more.

Without conscious intent, her mind wanders to thoughts of Dr. Towerson and their upcoming session. Anticipation builds within her, manifesting as a fluttering warmth in her belly.

She recalls his reassuring presence, the way his voice seemed to wrap around her like a comforting blanket. She wonders if he would like her tits if she exposed them to him. Marle shakes her head ruefully, telling herself she shouldn't fantasize about her therapist like that.

One thing remains certain - she cannot wait for her next session with Dr. Towerson.

The End

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