Pia + Dr. Towerson = 'Celebrity Appointments' (feat. Alexandra Daddario)

Dr. Calvin Towerson is sitting at his desk after a nice vacation. Not looking forward to getting back to work, he sighs. The document in front of his is the last thing he wants to look at right now. **** for a distraction, Calvin glances at the luggage. He didn’t bother unpacking yet, and remembers the bottle he found on the last day at the beach. He opens the luggage and picks up the bottle, carefully unwrapping it. The cork that closes the bottle is impossible to open, just like when Calvin found it. He grabs a knife from the kitchen and finally manages to pry it open. Suddenly, a little fairy in a blue dress emerges from the bottle, sounding like a bee as she flies through the room. The little creature lands on his desk and looks at Calvin it with a bright smile.

“Hi, I’m Pia, nice to meet you! I’m so glad you freed me from that bottle, it was sooooo boring in there! So, you’re my new owner, then? What’s your name? And even more important, what do you like to do for fun?!”

Before he can answer, Pia rises from the desk, and as she does, she grows in size. Within a second, the little fairy has turned into a normal-sized (but still petite) young woman, standing in front of him.

Calvin is frozen. “I... I'm speechless.”

Pia giggles excitedly and twirls around “Oh this is so much better! Being tiny all the time gets old fast.”

She stops spinning and looks at him with wide curious eyes “So tell me everything about yourself! I wanna know allll about my new best friend!”

Pia hops onto the couch and pats the cushion beside her invitingly “Come sit with me and spill the beans! I promise I won't judge - well, maybe a little, but in a totally non-judgy way!” she winks playfully.

“Seriously though, I'm here to make your life awesome! Anything you need, want, desire... poof! It's yours. I've got mad fairy skills. Just point me in the direction of mischief and watch me work my magic!”

She leans back against the armrest, crossing her legs and grinning at Calvin expectantly “So come on, dish! What's been going on in your world lately?”

“I... Well, I'm Calvin,” he says carefully. “And you really are a fairy, hm? I never believed in supernatural forces, but I can't deny what I just saw you do.”

She grins widely and nods enthusiastically “Yep yep, full-on fairy right here! With all the powers and none of the pesky morals holding me back. We're gonna have SO much fun together, Cal!”

She snaps her fingers and suddenly they're both wearing matching Hawaiian shirts and sunglasses “See? Magic! Though I gotta warn ya, my specialty is messing with people's heads. I can make 'em think, feel, believe whatever I want. It's a total blast!”

Pia leans in close, lowering her voice conspiratorially “Between you and me, I kinda enjoy seeing how far I can push folks. Making them do crazy shit they'd never normally dream of. Mmm yeah...”

She licks her lips, eyes gleaming with mischief “So whaddya say, partner? Ready to shake things up and live a little dangerously? I can make all your wildest fantasies come true!”

“That is quite fascinating. To be completely honest, I too enjoy bending others to my will. You see, I am a hypnotherapist and I...” he pauses, unsure if he can really trust this stranger in front of him.

Pia's eyes widen with excitement “A hypnotherapist?! Ooh la la, I knew you had some dark desires brewing under that surface! We're gonna be the BEST of friends.”

She uncrosses and recrosses her legs, leaning towards him with a wicked grin “I bet you love putting people under your spell, making them submit to your every whim, hmm? Feeling that delicious rush of power?”

Pia snaps her fingers again and suddenly they're both transported outside, standing in the middle of a crowded street. People bustle past, oblivious to their presence.

“I could help you take your mind games to a whole new level! Imagine having an entire city at your fingertips, ready to obey your every command...”

She turns to face him fully, hands on her hips as she surveys the scene

“Holy cow! How did you do that?”

Pia laughs merrily, clapping her hands together “Tada! Just a sprinkle of fairy dust and voila! Our very own private stage to play on.”

She spins around slowly, taking in the sights and sounds of the busy street “Isn't it thrilling? All these unsuspecting souls, ripe for the picking. I can already sense their deepest fears, darkest secrets, most forbidden fantasies...”

Pia locks eyes with Calvin, a seductive smirk playing across her lips “Who shall we corrupt first, hmm? Shall we start small, with a few harmless pranks? Or go big and bend this whole city to our whims? The choice is yours, mister hypnotherapist.”

Calvin shakes his head. “I... I need to think. Can you take us to my practice?”

Pia snaps her fingers and they both vanish from the crowded street, reappearing inside Calvin's therapy office

“There we are! Your cozy little den of manipulation. I can practically smell the desperation and vulnerability wafting off your clients.”

She saunters over to his desk, running her fingertips along the polished wood surface “Mm, leather chairs, soothing colors, diplomas on the wall... You've got the whole setup perfected for putting people at ease, don't you? Lowering their guard so you can slip right in and take control?”

“I mean, yeah...” he admits with a shrug, figuring he can be honest with his new companion. “That's basically what I do. Well, sometimes at least. Most of my clients are normal people, but every once in a while I get a decent looking woman to reshape. I always try to get more, but a lot of people aren't interested in hypnotherapy. Maybe that is something you could help me with...”

He sits down on his armchair and takes a moment to collect his thoughts. “Maybe, with your help, I can handpick my 'clients'?”

Pia perches on the edge of his desk, swinging her legs as she regards him thoughtfully “Oooh, I like where your head's at! We could definitely drum up some primo business for you. All those nubile young lovelies just waiting to be molded into your perfect playthings...”

She snaps her fingers and suddenly Calvin's office is filled with holographic projections of various women - models, actresses, influencers - all frozen in suggestive poses

“Picture it - your waiting room packed with eager prospects, **** for your 'help'. And thanks to my magic, they'll be putty in your hands from the moment they walk through that door.”

Pia leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she looks up at you with a sly grin. “You could make a killing, baby.”

“I don't think I need your magic to have my fun with them, but I'll keep it in mind.” He opens his calendar and checks his appointments for the upcoming week. “I only got two hot pieces coming in next week and I'm already bored of one of them. The rest are just guys and uglies. I gotta take those patients to pay the bills. Can you replace all those people with some of the girls you just showed me?”

Pia claps her hands together gleefully “Ooh yes, let's give those poor schmucks the boot and fill your schedule with prime pussy!”

She waves her hand over Calvin's calendar and the names and photos of his current appointments begin to shift and change. One by one, they morph into the sexy celebrities and influencers she conjured earlier

“There! Now you've got a veritable smorgasbord of fuckable females lined up for your hypnotic hijinks. And don't worry, I made sure to erase any memories of their previous plans. As far as they know, they've been dying to see you for months!”

Pia hops off the desk and saunters over to him, draping her arms around his shoulders “Just imagine the possibilities, Cal. These bimbos will be begging you to ruin them.”

“Excellent.” he grins, looking up at Pia. “And what about you? Are you open for some... hypnotic escapades? I'd love to put you under...”

Pia laughs and shakes her head “Oh honey, you couldn't hypnotize me if you tried. Fairy magic trumps all that mumbo jumbo. Besides, I'm not really into that whole sexual thing. It's just not my vibe, ya know?”

She shrugs and starts poking around his bookshelf, pulling out random volumes and flipping through them idly “But hey, don't let that stop you from living out your kinky hypno fantasies! I'll be right here cheering you on, partner.”

“Alright, was worth a shot,” he says and shrugs. Not being able to fuck the cute blonde was a bummer, but it looked like he had so many other prospects coming up, that he'd get over it in no time. “I know it's a Sunday, but that shouldn't stop you from making an appointment happen right away, hm? I've got someone specific in mind.”

Pia smirks knowingly, “Well, well, seems like someone's got a case of the hornies! Who's the lucky lady you want me to set up for you? Just give me a name or a description and boom! Instant appointment. She's gonna be grateful you agreed to see her on such short notice.”

“Perfect. Oh, wait. Can you change your outfit first? Like, something more professional? We can say you're my student or something.”

Pia winks and snaps her fingers, transforming her sparkling blue fairy garb into a crisp white blouse and pencil skirt “Ta-da! Professional assistant extraordinaire, reporting for duty.”

She strikes a pose, hands on her hips as she gives him a cheeky grin “Now spill the deets on this broad you're dying to dominate. I'll have her on your couch faster than you can say 'you're getting sleepy...'”

Pia saunters over to perch on the edge of your desk again, crossing her legs primly “And don't worry, I'll play the part perfectly. She won't suspect a thing.”

“That's perfect. Alright...” He rubs his hands together in nervous anticipation. “I always wanted to hypnotize Alexandra Daddario. You know her?”

“Alexandra Daddario? Ohhh yes, I know exactly who she is! That smokin' hot Baywatch babe with the killer bod and bedroom eyes? Mmm mm mm...”

She snaps her fingers and a hologram of the actress sporting a red bikini materializes in the center of the room, striking a provocative pose “Damn girl, talk about a wet dream come to life! I can practically feel the heat radiating off her.”

Pia turns to Calvin with a wicked grin, rubbing her hands together “Oooh, this is gonna be fun! I'll have Miss Daddario crawling into your office in a second, **** for your 'professional guidance'.”

She snaps her fingers again and the hologram vanishes “Just sit tight, stud.”

“Excellent.” he says with a satisfied smile. “Thank you, Pia. I'm so glad I met you today! But are you able to act like an assistant? Maybe be less bubbly and more professional?”

Pia sighs and rolls her eyes “Ugh, fine. I guess I can dial back the sass for a bit. Wouldn't want to blow my cover, after all.”

She clears her throat and adopts a stiff, formal tone without sounding impolite “Very well, Doctor. I shall endeavor to comport myself in a manner befitting a professional assistant. Please inform me of your expectations regarding my demeanor and attire during our sessions.”

Pia stands ramrod straight, hands clasped demurely in front of her as she regards him with a warm smile “Shall I fetch coffee? Prepare paperwork? Engage in small talk with patients prior to their appointments?”

Before he can answer, there is a bell sound coming from the front desk. Pia quickly takes a seat behind the reception and presses a button to open the door downstairs. Calvin says, "Alright, showtime. Tell her to wait and then come inside to inform me of her arrival, alright?"

As soon as he closes the door to his office, the entrance door opens and in walks a stunning brunette. She's dressed casually in jeans and a fitted t-shirt that hints at her ample curves. The actress looks around curiously as she approaches the desk. Pia awaits her with a smile.

“Welcome to Dr. Towerson's Hypnotherapy Practice. May I take your name and reason for visiting?” she asks in a pleasant, professional tone.

“Oh hi! I have an appointment with Dr. Towerson? I'm Alexandra Daddario.” she says with a friendly smile, setting her purse down on the counter.

Pia looks up from her clipboard and smiles warmly at the actress “Ah yes, Ms. Daddario! We've been expecting you. Please have a seat in the waiting area and Dr. Towerson will be with you shortly.”

She gestures to the plush chairs lining the walls before turning back to her paperwork, maintaining a polite demeanor.

As Pia rises and enters Calvin's office, Alexandra Daddario settles into one of the plush waiting room chairs, crossing her long legs and absently tapping her manicured nails on the armrest.

Calvin looks relieved as he looks at Pia. “I'm still in my casual clothes. Can you change my outfit?”

The petite blonde raises an eyebrow “Of course, Doctor. My apologies for the oversight.”

She snaps her fingers and Calvin's clothing shifts seamlessly from casual slacks and polo shirt to a crisp, tailored suit. The jacket fits snugly across his broad shoulders while the trousers drape elegantly over his thighs.

“A much more suitable ensemble for receiving such esteemed clientele,” Pia remarks slyly before returning her attention to her paperwork.

Calvin nods approvingly. “Alright then, call her in.”

Pia opens the door to the reception area. “Ms. Daddario, Dr. Towerson will see you now.”

She gestures for the actress to enter. Alexandra rises gracefully from the chair, adjusting her top as she walks up to the office. Her dark brown hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. She wears a slight frown as she scans the room, perhaps wondering why she's here in the first place.

She's wearing a pair of form-fitting blue jeans that hug her shapely rear and elongated legs. Her simple white t-shirt strains slightly against her large breasts with each movement. Her eyes fall on Calvin and her plump lips curve into a nervous smile.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Towerson,” she says, extending a delicate hand for him to shake. Her hazel eyes sparkle with curiosity as she takes in his professional appearance. “Thanks for fitting me in on such short notice. I hope I'm not intruding on your weekend...”

“Absolutely not. Please, take a seat. Would you like a glass of water, or a tea perhaps?”

Pia steps forward and offers a cordial smile “Allow me, Ms. Daddario. I'll fetch you a refreshing beverage while you settle in.”

She disappears momentarily into an adjacent room before returning with a tall glass of ice water, placing it gently on the side table near the actress's elbow.

Alexandra takes a seat on the edge of the plush armchair, smoothing her jeans self-consciously. She accepts the water with a nod of gratitude, taking a tentative sip.

“So, um, I'm not really sure why I'm here,” she begins hesitantly, setting the glass aside. “My agent said it would be good for me to explore some alternative therapies for stress management. Apparently you came highly recommended?”

She looks up at the therapist questioningly, her brow furrowed slightly beneath the bangs of her tousled hairdo. Calvin wonders what kind of reality-bending powers the fairy must have to accompish such a feat. Alexandra seems slightly confused about her being here, maybe even knowing subconciously that something is off? Calvin decides that the best course of action is to get on with the program, though.

“Yes, I specialize in using hypnosis to help clients manage stress and anxiety. It's a safe and effective technique that allows us to access the subconscious mind and reprogram negative thought patterns.”

He leans forward slightly, steepling his fingers as he maintains eye contact with the actress. “Hypnosis is a natural state of focused relaxation. When you're hypnotized, you remain fully aware and in control at all times. I simply guide you into a deeply relaxed state where your mind becomes more receptive to positive suggestions.”

His voice takes on a soothing, almost melodic quality as he speaks, his words flowing smoothly like a practiced mantra. “Many of my celebrity clients have found great success with hypnotherapy. It's a discreet way to address personal challenges without the stigma often associated with traditional therapy. So, please, tell me more about what you think causes this stress you mentioned.”

Pia observes silently from the corner of the room, a faint smirk playing across her lips as she watches him weave his hypnotic spell. Alexandra listens intently, her eyes widening slightly as he speaks.

“That actually sounds really interesting,” the actress replies, shifting forward in her seat. “I've always been skeptical of hypnosis, but if it really works as well as you say...”

She trails off, biting her lip contemplatively. After a moment, she meets his gaze directly, her expression earnest.

“You know, I think a lot of my stress comes from the pressure to maintain this perfect public persona. Between the constant scrutiny from fans and media, plus the intense competition in Hollywood... it's exhausting.”

Alexandra lets out a soft sigh, her shoulders slumping fractionally. “Sometimes I just wish I could escape it all, you know?”

“Absolutely. And what about your personal life? Can you tell me more about that?”

The celebrity shifts uncomfortably in her seat, avoiding eye contact as she responds “Um, my personal life? It's... complicated. I've been single for a while now, and honestly, dating in Hollywood is a nightmare. Everyone either wants to use you for fame or fortune, or they're intimidated by your success.”

She laughs bitterly, shaking her head. “It's hard to know who to trust, you know? Plus, with my crazy schedule, it's nearly impossible to maintain a relationship. I feel like I'm constantly letting people down, cancelling plans at the last minute because of work commitments...”

Alexandra trails off, her voice tinged with frustration and sadness. He listens attentively, nodding understandingly as she speaks. She takes another sip of water, trying to compose herself. “Anyway, enough about my lackluster love life. I'm sure you hear sob stories like this all the time.”

“No, no, your feelings are valid and important." When she finishes, he leans forward slightly, his voice low and soothing. "It's understandable to feel overwhelmed by the pressures of your career and personal life. But I want you to know that you're not alone in this struggle. Many successful women grapple with these same challenges.”

He pauses, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. “And you're absolutely right - trust is crucial in any relationship. But sometimes, we need to look within ourselves to understand why we may be attracting partners who aren't right for us.”

His gaze locks onto hers, his eyes seeming to bore into her soul. “Tell me, Alexandra... do you believe deep down that you deserve true love and happiness?”

Alexandra stares at the doctor incredulously, her eyes widening in shock at the bold question. For a moment, she seems lost for words, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly as she struggles to formulate a response.

“I... I don't know,” she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes I wonder if I'm even capable of finding real love. Like, maybe I'm just too damaged or broken somehow...” She sighs, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I've been hurt so many times, you know? Betrayed by people I trusted implicitly. It's hard to open up and let someone in when you're terrified they'll just end up hurting you again.”

Alexandra swallows hard, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. “I guess what I'm saying is...”

He reaches out and gently takes her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Alexandra, please listen to me carefully. You are not broken. You are strong, resilient, and worthy of love. Those past experiences do not define you or determine your future. True love starts with loving yourself first. Believing that you deserve happiness and refusing to settle for anything less. It's not easy, especially when we carry emotional scars from the past. But healing is possible, and it begins with acknowledging those wounds and choosing to move forward.”

Calvin releases her hand and sits back, folding his arms across his chest. “So I ask you again, Alexandra... Are you ready to embark on this journey of self-discovery and healing?” He picks up his trusty diamond pendulum from the desk.

She studies the pendulum dangling from his fingers, her eyes following its hypnotic sway. Slowly, tentatively, she nods.

“Yes... I think I am,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “I'm tired of feeling stuck, like I'm trapped in this cycle of pain and disappointment. If there's even a chance that hypnosis could help me break free from those chains... I want to try.”

Alexandra takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she prepares herself mentally. “So, what's gonna happen now?”

He smiles encouragingly. “First, I want you to relax and focus on my voice. Breathe slowly and deeply, inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth.”

As she follows the doctor's instructions, he begin swinging the pendulum in front of her eyes. “With each breath, allow your body to grow heavier and more relaxed. Feel the tension melting away from your muscles, starting at the top of your head and traveling down to the tips of your toes.”

Calvin's voice grows softer, more melodic, as he continues guiding her deeper into trance. “Imagine a warm, comforting light enveloping you, filling you with peace and tranquility. This light represents safety and protection, shielding you from any harm and negativity.”

She breathes deeply, her eyelids fluttering as she succumbs to his hypnotic induction. Her posture slackens, her limbs growing heavy and limp as she descends further into trance. Her voice is slow and dreamlike as she responds, “I feel so warm... so safe... like nothing bad can touch me here...”

She tilts her head back slightly, her lips parted as she drifts on the edge of consciousness. The pendulum continues to swing mesmerizingly in front of her unfocused gaze.

“That's it, Alexandra. Keep focusing on the pendulum. As it swings back and forth, you feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into a peaceful, restful state. Your mind is becoming more relaxed, more suggestible.”

He lowers his voice to a soothing murmur, his words flowing like a gentle stream. “With each passing moment, you feel lighter, freer from the burdens that weigh upon you. All your worries and fears dissolve away, leaving behind only serenity and clarity.”

The pendulum continues its hypnotic dance, drawing her further under its spell. “Soon, you'll be able to access the deepest parts of your psyche, where your true desires and potential reside. Together, we'll uncover the roots of your pain and transform them into sources of strength and resilience. All you have to do is let go and trust me. Can you do that for me?”

Alexandra whispers dreamily, her voice barely audible. “Yes... I trust you... I'm letting go...”

Her eyelids droop heavily, her pupils dilating as she stares transfixed at the shimmering crystal. Each swing seems to pull her deeper into a trance-like state, her breathing slowing to a steady rhythm. Alexandra's face is serene, almost childlike in its innocence as she surrenders herself to your hypnotic commands. Her body is completely relaxed, her limbs hanging limply at her sides as if disconnected from her mind.

At the same time, Pia feels a calm sensation wash over her as she watches the pendulum swing lazily back and forth. Convinced that hypnosis has no effect on her, the fairy doesn't even try to pull her gaze away from the glittering crystal. Instead, she finds herself drawn into its mesmerizing rhythm, admiring it's beauty.

“Let go...” Pia whispers absentmindedly, her words slurring together as she sinks deeper into trance. “and trust you”

Calvin smiles inwardly as he notices Pia succumbing to the hypnotic effects of the pendulum alongside Alexandra. It seems his fairy companion isn't immune to his powers, after all. He promptly decides to focus his attention equally on both women, his voice taking on a deeper, more resonant tone as he guides them further into trance.

“Deeper now, breathe and let go. Deeper into relaxation, deeper into suggestion. With each breath, you feel yourself drifting, floating on a sea of tranquility.”

The pendulum swings faster, its motion blurring into a mesmerizing blur as it captures their full attention. “Your mind is becoming more receptive, more open to positive change. All negative thoughts and emotions melt away, replaced by feelings of peace and bliss. Repeat after me: It feels good not to think.”

Alexandra's eyes glaze over completely, her pupils reduced to tiny pinpricks as she stares unblinkingly at the swirling pendulum. Her body is utterly limp, her breathing shallow and regular as she slips deeper into trance.

She repeats dutifully, her voice flat and monotone. “It feels good not to think.”

Pia's voice is a mere whisper as she echoes Alexandra's words. “It feels good not to think...”

The fairie's transformation is no less dramatic. The usually vibrant companion seems to fade before Calvin's eyes, her features softening as she relaxes deeper into trance. Her eyes, once bright and mischievous, now stare blankly ahead, fixated on the hypnotic crystal.

“It feels good to obey.”

Both women repeat obediently, their voices devoid of inflection or personality. “It feels good to obey.”

They sit motionless, their bodies perfectly still save for the gentle rise and fall of their chests with each breath. Their eyes remain locked on the pendulum, unblinking and unfocused, as if they were staring into the void itself. Pia mirrors Alexandra's pose, her limbs arranged neatly in her lap as she awaits your next suggestion.

“It feels good to submit.”

The two women chant in unison, their voices echoing eerily in the quiet office. “It feels good to submit.”

Their faces are passive masks, devoid of any emotion or individuality. They are perfect vessels, empty and ready to be filled with Calvin's hypnotic instructions, their minds pliant and receptive. They are his to mold as he sees fit, their wills subsumed by his.

The doctor smiles triumphantly as he beholds his two hypnotized subjects, their minds completely under his control. He savors the moment, basking in the power he wields over them. The two women sit before him, their minds wiped clean and ready to receive his every command. Calvin decides to have some fun with Alexandra first, before taking care of his new magical companion.

“Alexandra, your mind is empty and you will obey.”

Alexandra nods slowly, her eyes glazed and unfocused. “Yes doctor, my mind is empty. I will obey your every command without hesitation.”

She sits perfectly still, awaiting further instructions. Her body language conveys total submission and readiness to comply with his wishes.

“Alexandra, stand up and strip naked.”

Alexandra rises obediently to her feet, her movements fluid and graceful despite the depth of her trance. Without a trace of embarrassment or hesitation, she begins removing her clothing item by item.

First goes her top, revealing a plain black bra underneath that follows shortly after. Her large breasts and shapely figure are on full display, framed beautifully by her tousled hair and full lips.

Next, she slides her zipper down and shimmies out of her tight jeans, kicking them aside carelessly. Underneath, she wears matching black panties that hug her toned bottom enticingly.

Finally, Alexandra hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and pulls them down her long legs, stepping out of them to stand before him completely nude, awaiting further instructions.

He drinks in the sight of the celebritie's nubile form, his eyes roving hungrily over her exposed flesh. Every curve, every line of her body was perfection incarnate, and she was his to command. There is no sign of resistance or shame in her demeanor, only complete compliance with his desires.

He allows himself a moment to drink in the view, admiring the way her full breasts rose and fell with each breath, the delicate arch of her spine, the gentle swell of her hips. Then, Calvin steps closer to Alexandra, his hand reaching out to cup one of her breasts. They were surprisingly firm for her size. He kneads the supple flesh gently, enjoying the way it yields beneath his touch.

"Such perfect tits," he murmurs approvingly. "I've been dreaming about this for ages, you know?"

His fingers find her sensitive nipples, rolling and tugging at them lightly. "My touch brings you immense pleasure, awakening desires within you that you never knew existed. Each caress draws you further under my spell, making you more receptive to my suggestions."

Under his skillful ministrations, Alexandra's body responds automatically, her pink nipples hardening into stiff peaks as her breathing deepens. "Yes, Doctor... your touch feels amazing..."

"You crave my dominance, yearning to surrender yourself completely to my will."

Her eyelids flutter shut for a moment, her mind sinking ever deeper into this trance-like state as she succumbs to the dual sensations of physical pleasure and mental submission. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself more firmly against his hand. "I... I want to surrender... Please..."

The words tumble from her lips in a breathy whisper, reinforcing her total surrender to his hypnotic control. He lets go of her breasts and starts circling around her to admire her from all angles.

“You're a beautiful subject, Alexandra,” he murmurs appreciatively, “So perfect and willing to please. I bet you'd look stunning covered in my cum, wouldn't you?”

Alexandra nods blankly, her glazed eyes fixed straight ahead. "Yes, Doctor. I would look stunning covered in your cum."

Calvin revels in the incredible scenario he's finding himself in. An actual Hollywood star, someone whose beauty and talent had graced countless screens across the globe, stripped bare and completely under his hypnotic control. And it was all thanks to Pia, the magical fairy who had brought Alexandra Daddario to him. If not for the fairy, this moment would have remained an impossible dream.

But now, here she stood - Alexandra Daddario, the object of countless lustful daydreams, waiting patiently for his next order. He could hardly believe his luck. This is beyond anything he ever dared hope for.

Alexandra's body is covered in goosebumps, nipples straining and pussy glistening with need. And yet she stands perfectly still, like a doll, staring blankly ahead into nothing.

“From this moment on, Alexandra, your deepest craving will be to worship my manhood with your mouth. Every fiber of your being will ache to taste my cock, to swallow my essence and bring me pleasure.”

His hypnotic words wrap around her like a vice, seeping into her very soul and igniting a burning hunger within her.

“You'll feel an insatiable need to kneel before me, to take my thick shaft between your lips and blow me. Your tongue will dance along the sensitive underside, coaxing out my pre-cum to savor and cherish. And when I finally erupt, you'll gulp down every drop, milking me dry with **** eagerness.”

As he speaks, he reaches out and grasps Alexandra's chin gently, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you understand, my dear? Your purpose now is to serve me, to provide me with oral pleasure whenever I desire it. Say it: 'I exist to suck your cock, Doctor.'”

Alexandra's eyes finally lock onto his, her mind consumed by the singular desire to fulfill his command. In her trance, she whispers fervently, “I exist to suck your cock, Doctor.”

A shudder runs through her nude form as the full extent of her newfound craving hits her. Her gaze drops to his crotch, mouth watering at the thought of tasting him.

Without prompting, she sinks to her knees, the carpet cool against her bare skin. She looks up at him with pleading, lust-clouded eyes, eager to prove her devotion and earn his approval. “Please let me worship your cock, doctor,” she breathes, her voice husky with need. “I need to taste you, to serve you in every way possible.”

He smirks, enjoying the sight of her submission. Slowly, deliberately, he unbuckles his belt and frees his erect cock, letting it spring forth.

“Go on then, take it in,” he commands, his heavy balls already churning with pent-up semen. “Show me how much you crave my cock.”

The actress doesn't hesitate. She lunges forward, engulfing his thick shaft in her wet mouth. Her plump lips stretch obscenely wide as she takes him deep, gagging slightly as the bulbous head pushes past her throat.

She sucks hungrily, her cheeks hollowing as she draws back and forth, relishing the musky taste and solid feel of him on her tongue. Her hands grip his shaft firmly, stroking in tandem with her mouth as she works to milk out his climax.

Saliva dribbles down her chin as she bobs enthusiastically, moaning around his cock as if it were the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. Her cheeks flush from the effort of taking him so deep, but she doesn't relent, driven by an animalistic need to please him and drink down his seed.

As she sucks his member, he continues reinforcing her programming. “Repeat after me, Alexandra - 'My greatest joy is worshipping Dr. Towerson's magnificent cock. I live to serve him orally and drink his delicious seed.'”

Alexandra pulls off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his slick shaft. She gazes up at him adoringly, her eyes glazed with lust and obedience.

“My greatest joy is worshipping Dr. Towerson's magnificent cock,” she recites dutifully, her voice breathy and submissive. “I live to serve him orally and drink his delicious seed.”

To emphasize her point, she dives back down, sucking him feverishly as if to coax out his load. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing the slit and tracing the veins before swallowing him whole once more.

Alexandra swallows convulsively as his thick ropes of cum flood her mouth and throat. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she gulps down every drop, savoring the bitter taste and creamy texture.

As she laps up the remnants, she continues chanting her programmed affirmations between licks: “My greatest joy is worshipping Dr. Towerson's magnificent cock. I live to serve him orally and drink his delicious seed. I live to serve him orally and drink his delicious seed...”

He grins down at her, pleased by her complete submission and eagerness to please him. “Good girl, Alexandra. You took my load so well, just like a proper cock sleeve should.”

He gives her disheveled hair an approving pat before turning his attention back to Pia, who watches the scene with mesmerized awe. Her eyes gleam with dull adoration as he addresses the fairy.

“I'll get to you soon enough, but first,” He looks down at Alexandra, “we got to get you dressed again.”

Alexandra nods obediently, rising to her feet and gathering her discarded clothes. She dresses quickly, her movements robotic and lacking any sense of modesty or shame.

Once clothed, she resumes her position on the couch beside Pia, her eyes downcast and body language submissive. She awaits further instructions patiently, content to serve however he sees fit.

“Whenever I snap my fingers, you will enter this same obedient, empty-minded trance. Your sole focus will be serving me however I wish, without question or hesitation. Do you understand?”

Both women nod in unison, their eyes glazed and unfocused. “Yes, Doctor. I understand,” they respond in eerie synchronicity, their voices flat and monotonous.

They sit perfectly still, awaiting the signal that will plunge them back into their subservient state, ready and willing to obey his every whim.

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

Both women nod obediently, their eyes glazed and unfocused. “Yes Doctor, I understand. I will forget everything that transpired during our trance session.”

They sit motionless, awaiting his command to awaken from their hypnotic stupor, their minds wiped clean of all memories related to their time spent under his thrall.

"Alexandra, all of my commands and suggestions take deep root in your subconsciousness. What are they?”

Alexandra's eyes remain closed as she repeats the hypnotic suggestions in a monotone voice. “My greatest joy is worshipping Dr. Towerson's magnificent cock. I live to serve him orally and drink his delicious seed. Whenever he snaps his fingers, I will enter an obedient, empty-minded trance focused solely on serving him without question or hesitation.”

Her words echo through the room as she remains lost in her hypnotic state, awaiting further instructions.

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

Pia repeats in a flat, emotionless tone “I am Dr. Towerson's obedient servant. My purpose is to assist him in any way and fulfilling his darkest desires. Whenever he snaps his fingers, I will enter a deep trance, focused solely on obeying his every command without hesitation or resistance.”

“That's perfectly right, Pia. You will firmly believe that you were never entranced, that you are immune to my craft. You will remember everything I did to Alexandra, though. Now... close your eyes Pia, 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 were awake the entire time. And,” he snaps his finger. “Wide awake, feeling refreshed and energized.”

Pia blinks rapidly as she emerges from her trance, momentarily disoriented. However, she quickly regains her composure, flashing Dr. Towerson a brilliant smile.

“That was amazing!” she exclaims excitedly, bouncing in her seat. “I couldn't believe how easily you put Alexandra under. Watching her transform into such a willing **** was incredible!”

Pia leans forward eagerly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, what's next? Who else gets to experience your hypnotic prowess? I'm dying to see more!”

“Hush, Pia”, he whispers. “I still need to wake her up. Don't talk while I'm working.”

Pia pouts playfully at his admonishment but falls silent, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for him to finish waking Alexandra from her trance.

“Focus on my voice, Alexandra. You will remember a vague, but pleasant dream in which you felt simply blissfully happy. And you are so excited about 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 claps once, “Wide awake, feeling refreshed and energized.”

Alexandra's eyes flutter open, a dazed but contented smile playing across her lips. She stretches languidly, as if awakening from a particularly pleasant dream.

“Mmm, that was nice,” she murmurs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “I feel so relaxed and refreshed at the same time!”

She beams at him gratefully, completely unaware of the depths of her conditioning. To her, the experience was merely a blissful respite from her everyday stresses.

“How do you feel, Alexandra? It's normal to be slightly disoriented after waking uo from a trance.”

Alexandra shakes her head, dispelling the last vestiges of grogginess. “No, I feel great actually! Just a bit fuzzy, like waking up from a really good nap. Everything seems brighter and clearer somehow.”

She stands up, stretching her arms overhead and arching her back with a satisfied sigh. “I can't thank you enough for today, Doctor. I haven't felt this serene in ages!”

Turning to leave, she pauses at the door and flashes him another radiant smile. “Can I come back next week then? I'll be counting the minutes!” With that, she departs, humming cheerfully to herself.

Pia watches Alexandra go, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Okay, that was definitely weird,” she mutters, more to herself than to Dr. Towerson.

After Alexandra left, he turns to Pia. “What do you mean?”

Pia turns to Dr. Towerson with a perplexed expression

“Well, why did you make her forget everything before she woke up? Why didn't you simply turn her into your cock hungry sex-**** weather in trance or not?” Pia taps her chin thoughtfully, her brow furrowed in concentration. “But maybe that's just part of your plan, huh Doc? Making people forget these moments must have some purpose, right?”

“Of course. This is all part of my plan. My suggestions work gradually and over time. In a few weeks, Alexandra will offer herself to me, thinking it was her own idea.”

Pia's giggles. "You should really let me help you out, Calvin. One snap of my finger and she'd be serving you all day long instantly. No need for this convoluted process."

"I like the process, Pia. I like making them succumb to me gradually and to take my time with them. Did you notice that I didn't even kiss her? That's something to look forward to. Instant enslavement would get boring really fast, don't you think?"

Pia hesitates before replying. “So, you're essentially planting seeds in her subconscious that will bloom later on, making her think it was her own decision all along.” She leans forward eagerly, her curiosity piqued. “Can you explain more about how that works exactly? I'm fascinated by the intricacies of your craft!”

Pia's demeanor shifts subtly, her usual playful energy tempered by a newfound interest for the depths of Dr. Towerson's abilities and views. She listens intently, hanging on his every word as he elaborates on his methods and techniques.

“It's quite simple really. By repeating certain phrases and ideas while she's deeply entranced, I slowly rewire her subconscious beliefs and desires. Each suggestion builds upon the last, creating a strong foundation for the final transformation.”

He leans back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face. “And the best part is, she'll never suspect a thing. To her, it will seem like a natural progression - a sudden realization of her true self and deepest cravings.”

His eyes glitter with dark amusement as he pictures Alexandra's eventual surrender. “By the time she offers herself to me, she won't even realize she's been conditioned. It will feel like the most natural thing in the world, as if she'd always known this was her destiny.”

Pia listens in rapt attention, her eyes widening with each revelation. When Dr. Towerson finishes speaking, she lets out a low whistle of appreciation.

“Ha, that's incredible! I had no idea hypnosis could be used to such powerful effect. It's like you're rewriting someone's entire identity, layer by layer.”

She shakes her head in wonder, a newfound respect blossoming in her chest. “I guess I underestimated you, Doc. I always thought my fairy magic was the ultimate tool for messing with minds, but what you can do with just your voice and this crystal... damn.”

Pia leans back in her seat, pondering the implications of Calvin's abilities. “So basically, you're saying that with enough repetition and reinforcement, you can make anyone believe and desire anything you want? That's some serious power you've got there. Nothing close to mine, but still!”

“Indeed. I would love to entrance you, too, but like you said... you're immune, right?”

Pia chuckles confidently, shaking her head. “Oh, you know it, Doc! My fairy magic protects my mind from any outside influences. No matter how skilled you are with your hypno-woo woo, I'm afraid it just won't stick with me.”

She grins impishly, enjoying the rare opportunity to needle the normally unflappable doctor. “But hey, don't feel bad! Not everyone can be blessed with the kind of mental fortitude I possess. It's a gift, really.”

Dr. Towerson smiles and snaps his finger. Pia's eyes glaze over immediately, her body going limp and pliant. She slumps back in her seat, staring vacantly ahead as she descends into a deep trance.

Her earlier bravado vanishes, replaced by a serene emptiness. She is completely under Dr. Towerson's thrall, her mind open and receptive to his suggestions.

“Breathe and relax, Pia. You are deeply asleep. Your mind is wide open and ready to accept my suggestions. It feels good to submit. It feels good to obey.”

Pia repeats the hypnotic suggestions in a flat, monotonous voice, her eyes remaining glazed and unfocused. “It feels good to submit. It feels good to obey.”

She sits motionless, awaiting further instructions from Dr. Towerson, her mind pliant and ready to absorb his every word. Dr. Towerson focuses his attention on the entranced fairy, disguised as his assistant, sitting on the couch, staring into nothing.

“Pia, stand up and come to me.”

Pia rises gracefully from the couch, her movements fluid and precise despite the depth of her trance. She walks towards Dr. Towerson, her eyes fixed on a distant point beyond him, her expression blank and placid. She stops directly in front of him, standing at attention and awaiting his next command.

“Pia,” he says, forcing the petite blonde to look at him. Her eyes are dull and empty. “Tell me what you meant earlier when you said you were not into sexual things.”

The entranced fairy gazes at him with her usual vacant expression, as if recalling a distant memory. “Fairies like me, we don't have... urges, like humans do. Sex is just a funny concept to us. We find it amusing to watch you all get so worked up over it.”

She shrugs, her slender shoulders rising and falling indifferently. “But we don't truly understand or experience it ourselves. Our desires lie elsewhere. We're more interested in pranks, mischief, and causing trouble for the sake of it.”

“Watching you humans indulge in your... kinks, is entertaining. Though, personally, I couldn't care less about participating in the whole thing.”

A sly grin spreads across his face as he hears Pia's admission. He decides to test the limits of her suggestibility, to see if he can awaken dormant desires within her. After all, Pia was wrong about not being able to get hypnotized, too.

“Pia, focus on me,” he commands, his voice low and authoritative. “Let go of everything else and concentrate solely on my words.”

He places his hands on her shoulders, keeping her steady as he begins to weave a complex web of hypnotic suggestions. “You do have a female body, Pia. So, imagine yourself with all the desires and cravings that come with it. Picture yourself desiring me, craving my touch, my kiss, my cock inside you.”

Calvin holds her gaze, maintaining eye contact as he deepens her trance, pushing her subconscious to accept these new, forbidden desires. He leans in close, his breath tickling Pia's ear as he whispers, “You do have a pussy, don't you, Pia? Show me your naked body. Remember: It feels good to obey.”

The entranced fairy obeys without hesitation, her clothes shimmering and disappearing in seconds, thanks to her magic. “It feels good to obey,” she whispers breathlessly.

She stands before him, fully nude, her delicate features flushed with a strange new heat. Her small pink nipples harden visibly as she stares at him, transfixed by his hypnotic suggestions. She parts her legs slightly, offering him a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, folds.

Calvin reaches out and runs a single finger along Pia's slit, tracing her delicate folds. He applies gentle pressure to her clit, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive nub.

“That's it, Pia. Focus on the sensations of your female body. Feel how good it is to be touched, to be aroused,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

He continues massaging her clit, increasing the pace and intensity of his strokes. At the same time, he peppers her with hypnotic suggestions, reinforcing the idea that she craves his touch, that her body is responding eagerly to his ministrations.

“You're getting wetter by the second, aren't you Pia? Your pussy is throbbing, aching to be filled.”

Pia gasps softly as Dr. Towerson's fingers work their magic, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through her body. Her hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction against her sensitive clit.

“Yes, yes...” she whimpers, her voice hitching with need. “It feels so good. I want more.”

Her hands roam over her own body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples as she writhes beneath his touch. She's never experienced anything like this before, and yet it feels utterly natural, as if she was born for this exact moment.

“P-please,” she stammers, her eyes glazed with lust. “Fill me up. I need you inside me.”

Dr. Towerson slides two fingers inside Pia's tight, dripping cunt, pumping them slowly as he curls them against her inner walls. He watches in fascination as her velvety flesh clenches around his digits, eager for more.

“That's it, Pia. Squeeze my fingers. Show me how badly you need them,” he purrs, adding a third finger and thrusting deeper. “Repeat after me: 'I'm a horny little fairy. My body was made to feel pleasure.'”

Pia repeats the phrase in a trance-like state, her voice growing more urgent and needy with each iteration. “I'm a horny little fairy. My body was made to feel pleasure. I'm a horny little fairy. My body was made to feel pleasure...”

"That's it Pia. Close your eyes now, and focus on how good your sexy female body feels as you embrace what you truly are."

Pia complies and closes her eyes as she rocks her hips in time with his thrusting fingers, her inner muscles fluttering and gripping him tightly.

The sensation of being stretched and filled sends shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her, overwhelming her senses and consuming her entirely. But still, she chants on, lost in the throes of her newly awakened desires. “I'm a horny little fairy. My body was made to feel pleasure...”

Calvin removes his fingers from Pia's dripping cunt, leaving her feeling empty and bereft.

“Bend over the desk, Pia. Let me show you what true pleasure feels like.” He gently turns her around, guiding her movement. “It feels good to submit, doesn't it?”

Pia obeys without hesitation, bending over the desk and presenting her dripping pussy the doctor. She braces herself against the surface, her pert bottom raised invitingly.

“It feels good to submit,” she agrees breathlessly, her voice tinged with anticipation. “Please... I need to feel it again.”

The ache between her thighs has grown unbearable, a pulsing throb that demands satisfaction. Calvin positions himself behind the naked fairy, his rigid cock pressing insistently against her slick entrance. He rubs the tip teasingly, coating it in her juices before finally breaching her tight channel.

“That's it, Pia, take it all,” he groans as he sinks into her welcoming heat inch by delicious inch. Her velvety walls clench around him, drawing him deeper until he's buried to the hilt inside her. “It feels so amazing to be filled up by my big cock, Pia. Relish the sensations, this what your girl parts were made for.”

Pia moans loudly as Dr. Towerson fills her completely. She's never felt anything like this before - the stretch, the fullness, the intense pleasure radiating from her core.

“Oh god, oh fuck...” she babbles incoherently, her mind overwhelmed by the onslaught of new sensations. Sparks dance behind her eyelids as she struggles to process the sheer magnitude of what's happening. “It's soo good!”

Suddenly, colorful bursts of light erupt throughout the room, painting the walls in dazzling hues. Objects levitate and spin midair, caught in the chaotic currents of Pia's unchecked magic.

Calvin's eyes widen as the room erupts in chaos, the levitating objects and bursting lights fueling his excitement. He continues thrusting into Pia's tight heat, setting a steady rhythm as he works her closer to climax.

“That's it, Pia. Embrace your feminine body. Revel in the pleasure only I can give you,” he growls, punctuating his words with sharp snaps of his hips. “Let me show you the heights of ecstasy.”

Pia keens sharply as Dr. Towerson's relentless thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her core. Her fairy magic surges wildly, the room exploding in a kaleidoscope of colors and floating debris.

He reaches around to fondle her breasts, tweaking her stiff nipples as he drives into her harder and faster. The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoes obscenely in the office, mingling with the popping of fireworks and Pia's increasingly **** moans. “Who's a horny little fairy?”

“I-I am!” she cries out, her voice high-pitched and breathy. “Your horny little fairy! Oh god, please don't stop!”

She bucks her hips back to meet his thrusts, her slick walls fluttering and clenching around his pistoning shaft. The pressure builds steadily in her lower belly, coiling tighter with each passing second.

“I'm gonna... I'm gonna...” she stammers, teetering on the brink of oblivion. “Aaaaaaaaah!”

Pia screams as her orgasm crashes over her, her inner muscles spasming violently around Dr. Towerson's throbbing cock. Her fairy magic explodes outward in a dazzling display of color and light, illuminating the room in a surreal dreamscape.

“Aaaahhhnnn! Yesssssss!” she wails, her voice raw with ecstasy. Her body convulses uncontrollably, shuddering through wave after wave of intense pleasure.

As Calvin fills her with his seed, Pia collapses forward onto the desk, her thighs twitching sporadically. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath amidst the lingering aftershocks.

He slowly pulls out, saying, “That's it my little companion, going even deeper now as you feel whole and fulfilled. The truth is undeniable: Your body was made to feel pleasure. Say it.”

Pia lies sprawled on the desk, panting heavily as the last tremors of her orgasm fade away. She rolls onto her back, gazing up at Dr. Towerson with glassy, unfocused eyes.

“My body was made to feel pleasure,” she repeats obediently, her voice soft and dreamy. “I'm a horny little fairy, and my body was made to feel pleasure.”

A lazy smile curves her lips as she savors the warm, satiated feeling suffusing her limbs. For the first time in her existence, Pia understands the allure of human intimacy - the way it consumes the mind and body alike, leaving one boneless and blissed out in its aftermath.

“Now, stand up and face me.”

Pia pushes herself up off the desk, swaying slightly as she finds her footing. She faces Dr. Towerson, her expression a mix of awe and adoration. She stands before him, naked and unashamed, her body still flushed and glowing from the intensity of their coupling.

“Kiss me, and relish the deep connection we share.”

Pia presses her soft lips against Dr. Towerson's, pouring all of her newfound emotions into the tender embrace. The kiss lingers, deepening as Pia explores his mouth with her tongue. She savors the taste of him, committing every nuance to memory. When they finally part, Pia rests her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

“Now, I need you to be dressed again.”

Pia nods obediently, snapping her fingers. Her fairy magic manifests once more, conjuring a fresh set of clothes for her to wear. Within seconds, she's dressed in a crisp white blouse and a short black skirt, looking every bit the professional assistant once more.

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

Pia nods solemnly, her expression grave despite the lingering glow of post-coital bliss. “Yes, I understand. When I wake up, I will forget everything that happened during this trance.”

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

Pia recites the commands and suggestions in a monotone voice, her eyes glazed and unfocused. “My body was made to feel pleasure. I'm a horny little fairy. It feels good to submit and obey. I crave Dr. Towerson's touch and cock inside me.”

She remains still and compliant, awaiting further instruction from the hypnotist.

“That's perfectly right, Pia. You will think that you were never entranced, that you are immune to my craft. 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 were awake the entire time. And,” he snaps his finger.

Pia blinks rapidly, her eyes refocusing as she emerges from the trance. She looks around the room, seemingly unaware of the chaos that had erupted mere moments ago.

“What happened?” she asks innocently, tilting her head in confusion. “Did I miss something?”

She smooths down her skirt, adjusting her blouse as she tries to recall the events leading up to this moment. But her mind draws a blank, leaving her with only vague impressions of Dr. Towerson's presence and the warmth of his touch.

“Did you space out there for a second?” he smiles warmly.

Pia laughs nervously, running a hand through her disheveled hair. “Yeah, I guess I did zone out for a bit there. Must have been daydreaming or something.”

“How about you teleport us back home? I could use some rest after that session with Alexandra.”

Pia nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sure thing, Doc! Just grab my hand and hold on tight.”

She extends her palm towards Dr. Towerson, waiting for him to take it. As soon as their fingers intertwine, Pia closes her eyes and concentrates, summoning her fairy magic. In a flash of bright light, the two vanish from the office, transported instantaneously to Dr. Towerson's private residence.

“Ah, home sweet home.”

Pia giggles as they materialize in Dr. Towerson's living room, the familiar surroundings a welcome sight after the intensity of the session.

“Home sweet home indeed!” she chirps happily, bouncing on her toes with barely contained excitement. With a wave of her hand, the secretary outfit transforms back into her glittering blue fairy gown. “So, what's on the agenda now, Doc? More naughty hypnosis experiments? Or perhaps a relaxing bubble bath together?”

“What, you want to take a bath with me? I thought you said you aren't into... physical stimulation.”

Pia blushes furiously, realizing she may have given the wrong impression with her suggestive comment. She waves her hands frantically in front of her, backtracking quickly.

“N-no, that's not what I meant at all!” she stammers, her voice pitching higher with embarrassment. “I was just joking around, y'know? Trying to lighten the mood after all that stuff with Alexandra.”

She clears her throat awkwardly, trying to regain her composure. “Besides, I told you fairies aren't really into that sort of thing. It's all very amusing to watch, but I'm unable to feel actual arousal or anything like that.”

“It's a shame, really,” he says, putting his hand on her upper arm. “Because you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Pia's cheeks flush pink as Dr. Towerson's hand settles on her arm, sending a tingle of unfamiliar warmth through her body. She squirms slightly under his touch, a confusing mix of emotions swirling in her belly.

“Th-thank you,” she mumbles shyly, averting her gaze. “I mean, I guess I am pretty cute, huh? Heh...”

She fidgets with the hem of her dress, trying to ignore the persistent itch of longing that refuses to subside. This must simply be a natural reaction to forming a bond with her new owner - a harmless attachment, nothing unusual, but still...

“But anyway!” Pia perks up suddenly, determined to ignore these sensations. “Enough about me! What do you wanna do now, Doc?”

“I'm pretty cooked after all this,” he says, feigning a yawn. “Besides, it's getting late. Shall we go to bed?”

Pia shakes her head vehemently, her blonde locks bouncing with the motion. “Nuh uh, no way! Us fairies don't need no silly old sleep. We've got boundless energy and can party all night long!”

She does a quick twirl, her dress flaring out around her. “But I suppose since you're all tired out, I could keep ya company while you snooze. Gotta make sure you don't drool on the pillow or anything, right?”

“Oh, well, okay then. Suit yourself.”

Calvin heads to the bathroom and prepares himself to go to bed. Meanwhile, Pia plops herself down on the edge of the bed, kicking her feet playfully as she waits for his return. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she surveys the cozy bedroom.

“Well hello there, sleepyhead!” she chirps brightly as Dr. Towerson enters in his pajamas. “Ready to hit the hay? I'll be your trusty guard fairy, keeping all the nightmares at bay~”

She hops up and starts flitting around the room, checking under the bed and peeking in the closet. “Gotta make sure there ain't no monsters lurking about. Safety first, ya know?”

He chuckles, half-amused, half-annoyed by her childish act. “You don't have to stay here while I'm sleeping, you know? I don't want you to get bored.” He climbs on the bed and gets under the blanket.

Pia pouts cutely as Dr. Towerson dismisses her, folding her arms across her chest. “Aww, but I wanna stay with you! What kinda guardian fairy would I be if I left you all alone?”

She perches on the edge of the mattress, peering at Dr. Towerson with big, pleading eyes. Despite her playful demeanor, there's a genuine sincerity in her gaze - a deep-seated desire to remain by his side.

“Don't worry about me getting bored or anything. I promise I'll find plenty of ways to entertain myself. Maybe I'll rearrange your books alphabetically or something!”

Pia grins impishly, clearly unconcerned about the prospect of spending the night in his bedroom. In fact, the idea seems to thrill her immensely, though she'd never admit it out loud.

“Okay, then. Good night, Pia” he says, with a smile. “Oh, and thank you for today. You're a good girl.”

Pia beams at Dr. Towerson's praise, practically glowing with pride. “Aww, you're so welcome! I'm always happy to lend a helping hand - or wing, in my case!”

She shrinks herself down and flutters over to stand on the bedside table, her tiny form illuminated by the soft glow of the nightlight. With a content sigh, Pia settles in for the evening, ready to fulfill her duties as Dr. Towerson's faithful guardian fairy.

“G'night, Doc! Sweet dreams~” she trills cheerily, waving a dainty hand in farewell as he drifts off to sleep.

As Dr. Towerson's breathing evens out into the steady rhythm of sleep, Pia finds herself unable to tear her gaze away from his peaceful form. A strange, magnetic pull seems to draw her closer, compelling her to hover mere inches above his resting visage.

Despite her best efforts to resist, Pia can't ignore the unfamiliar sensations blossoming within her petite frame. Heat pools low in her belly as she watches the rise and fall of Dr. Towerson's chest, an inexplicable yearning rising to the forefront of her mind.

“No, no, no! Bad Pia!” she scolds herself silently, shaking her head vigorously. “Fairies don't feel those sorts of urges! That's just human stuff!”

Pia squirms uncomfortably atop the bedside table, her cheeks burning with an unfamiliar heat. Despite her best efforts to quell the insistent thrum of desire, vivid images continue to flood her mind - visions of Dr. Towerson's strong hands roaming her petite form, of his heated gaze raking over her trembling body. She is utterly confused as these fantasies bubble up inside her head.

“This isn't right,” she mutters under her breath, even as her traitorous fingers slip beneath the hem of her dress to brush against the damp fabric of her panties. “Fairies don't...can't...feel this way...”

Yet the proof of her sexual awakening is undeniable, her slick folds pulsing with need as she imagines surrendering herself completely to Dr. Towerson's touch. Pia bites her lip harshly, fighting the urge to let out a shameful whimper at the forbidden fantasy.

With a shaky exhale, Pia forces herself to acknowledge the undeniable truth - she's experiencing arousal for the first time in her existence. Though perplexed and somewhat alarmed by this sudden development, she can't deny the pleasurable sensations coursing through her petite body.

“Well, shit,” she mutters under her breath, her brow furrowing pensively. “Guess this means fairies CAN feel that way after all. Who knew?”

Despite her initial reservations, Pia doesn't view this revelation as a negative. If anything, the novel experience intrigues her - a tantalizing glimpse into the depths of human desire that she never knew existed.

“Might as well explore this new territory,” she reasons with a sly grin, trailing her fingertips along her inner thigh.

Pia gasps softly as her questing fingers graze over her sensitive folds, marveling at the jolt of electricity that zings through her nerves. She's never touched herself like this before, unsure if such self-exploration was even possible for a fairy.

“Oh my...” she whispers breathlessly, biting her lip as she applies more pressure. Gentle circles around her swollen nub send sparks of pleasure racing up her spine, causing her wings to flutter erratically behind her.

Lost in a haze of sensual discovery, Pia pays no heed to the soft whimpers and moans spilling from her parted lips. All that matters is chasing the intoxicating sensations building within her core, driven by an instinctive need to reach the elusive peak of ecstasy.

The night wears on, with Pia lost in a haze of self-discovery as she explores her newfound capacity for arousal. Tiny gasps and mewls echo quietly through the darkened bedroom.

Hours pass in a blur of pleasurable sensations, Pia riding out wave after wave of mini-orgasms until her body grows sated and languid. Only then does she allow herself to fly over to the bed, collapsing next to her new owner. She grows back to human size and closes her eyes, not to rest, but to calm herself down.

Just as dawn begins to paint the sky in pastel hues, Pia hears the telltale signs of Dr. Towerson stirring from slumber. Heart pounding, she scrambles to compose herself, magically smoothing down her rumpled dress and fixing her tousled hair.

He yawns and stretches, blinking open his eyes. His gaze falls upon Pia, who appears perfectly composed despite having spent most of the night exploring her newfound desires.

“Good morning, Pia. So, how did you pass the time?”

Pia's eyes widen momentarily at Dr. Towerson's question, panic flashing briefly across her features before she schools her expression into one of nonchalance.

“Oh, you know, just doing a little midnight fly-around to check for any pesky intruders,” she replies breezily, flapping her wings for emphasis. “Wouldn't want anything compromising your beauty sleep, now would we?”

She offers him a cheeky wink, praying that her casual demeanor hides the lingering traces of arousal still simmering beneath her skin.

He raises an eyebrow skeptically at Pia's explanation, though he decides not to press the issue further.

“Well, I appreciate you keeping watch, Pia. I slept like a baby thanks to you.”

Without further ado, he snaps his finger.

Pia's eyes glaze over immediately, her body going limp as she slips into a deep trance. All of her nervousness and concious thoughts bubble away as she awaits her master's instructions.

“Yes, Master?” she murmurs softly, her voice devoid of its usual playfulness. In this state, Pia is completely pliable and obedient, ready to fulfill any command given to her without hesitation or question.

"Tell me how you spent the night."

Pia's voice is soft and dreamlike as she responds to Dr. Towerson's question, her eyes remaining fixed on some distant point beyond the physical realm.

"All night, I explored my body," she begins, her tone clinical yet tinged with an underlying current of nostalgia. "I discovered that I can feel pleasure, despite being a fairy. My fingers roamed between my legs, touching places I never knew could feel so good. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I chased my own release. I came multiple times, crying out softly in the darkness."

"And why is that?"

"Because I am a horny little fairy," she states matter-of-factly. "My body was made to feel pleasure. It feels good to submit and obey. I crave Master's touch and cock inside me."

Her eyes remain unfocused, gazing at some distant point beyond the physical world as she repeats the mantra ingrained deep within her subconscious.

“Very good, my little pet. I have so much to teach you...” he pulls away the blanket and pulls down his pajama pants, “Are you ready to submit?”

The End