Wednesday's Therapy

Going home Monday, Lauren spends her evening going over the events of that fateful day. Unable to make sense of it she reverts to her usual routine which is dinner, a little bit of TV and then a bath. Going to bed, she gets all snuggled in and is reaching for her Itachi wand when an idea comes to mind. Holding it up, she looks at the sleek and white toy with a vibrating knob. "I wonder if Victoria plays with one of these?" Smirking as she brings it under the covers and slips it between her legs, she flicks the button and puts herself to sleep with a big smile on her face as her imagination fills with Peter being between her legs. "I know I'm not everything you want, but I am so happy you love me..." Lauren groans then yelps when the first of many orgasms rocks her from inside out.

The following day at work is surprisingly calm. Seeing her frumpy coworker Donna as she heads into the break room to put away her lunch and get herself a cup of coffee, she smiles and nods politely. "Good morning Donna, I know you love that dress, but it's like you wear it everyday. You really should try wearing something different that also highlights your natural beauty."

Stunned as she watches Lauren walk away swinging her hips, Donna can't believe that it's not the usual flower pot frumpiness comments that Lauren usually dishes out. It may still be a dig, but at the same time there was a compliment in there. Shrugging her shoulders, Donna is surprised that the effects of therapy are finally starting to show results.

In fact for the rest of the day Lauren was surprisingly nice to people. She didn't give anybody shit or call anybody names. Staying calm and not getting flustered easily, Lauren showed the signs of true leadership potential until she was called into Peter's office later that day.

"Lauren, I need you to take a seat." Peter says pacing back and forth behind his desk.

Coming around from behind the chair, Lauren settles in and quickly, but elegantly, places one knee on top of the other and then her hands as she pushes her chest forward like always. "Something wrong?"

Still pacing, Peter is stuck. He is stuck because he is seriously considering firing the sexiest employee he has! As a man that is a very hard thing to come to grips with. "I called you in here because we were unable to settle the Hildeberg account. Because of that Brent is threatening to sue us for falsifying our ability to represent him in his fraud case. He is suing the firm for $250 million dollars on the grounds of falsification and social and emotional distress and damages due to our apparent lack of conduct. Donald is now having his license reviewed by the bar, but it's because of you that we are in this position." Peter says coming to a stop and staring down at the little blonde who is sitting there calmly, bouncing her spiked high heel with her toes.

"Well... Usually the state makes mistakes and this time they didn't. It seems that they have learned one of our most successful strategies and have stepped up their game. If anything this is good for justice all around. Guilty people go to jail and innocent people go free." Lauren states calmly and rather truthfully.

"Yes but our job is to win. You knew this on day one. It doesn't matter if our clients are innocent or guilty. Our job is to deliver results and we haven't because now this lawsuit could potentially put us out of business." Peter says completely beside himself at the fact that it doesn't seem like Lauren cares one bit one way or the other.

"I'm sorry but how is this my fault again? Like I told you and I told Donald. I think there's going to be a technicality found, and I was 100% sure there would be, but at the end of the day the decision to take the case rests with him and you by extension. Look, I know you want a fall guy and you have the perfect one. It's Donald. All you have to do is go to court and explain to the judge that it was Donald who said all of these things out of line and this becomes a personal suit instead of one against our company as a whole. I'm going to guess that you didn't ever speak to Mr. Hildeberg yet, so all you have to do is claim that Donald spoke out of line and that you didn't find out about it until just the other day. So, are we done?" Lauren rips off and then stands up tugging on her jacket where she finishes by flicking something away from her shoulder.

Standing there with his hands on his waist and leaning forward with anger still flowing through his veins, it takes a minute or two for Peter to realize just what he is being told. Lauren gave him a backup plan a long time ago and he never knew it! Finally having his eureka moment, Peter's face instantly transforms into one of unrestricted joy as he claps his hands and jumps into the air! "Well hot damn, you're right! This was all Donald's doing! It's completely his fault if he didn't bother to look over the filing to confirm your suspicions before accepting the case and then throwing it on you." He explains excitedly as he walks out from behind his desk and up to the sexy junior associate. "See, I knew you have the stuff to make a great lawyer..."

Feeling his arm slide along her shoulder blades and his hand grip her upper arm, Lauren squirms when he pulls her into him. Feeling her arms being pressed in front of her and her stuffed bra popping away from her chest, Lauren is momentarily distracted as she secretly enjoys a mini explosion in the crotch of her panties. When she is let go and her bra resettles to her chest, it is then that she feels something pressing against her stomach.

Make that two things.

Her eyes opening wide as Peter lets her go and takes a step back, her arms instantly wrap around her tummy to hide the bulges of her falsies that have slipped from her bombshell bra!

"Uh Lauren, everything alright?" He asks out of concern as he reaches a hand out in concern.

Stepping back and nodding her head vigorously, Lauren blushes three shades of red as she crosses her legs in response to the stream of cream pouring out of her unused and very volatile pussy. "I... I... Need to go to the bathroom and restuff my bra and then clean up the mess in my underwear!"

"What?!?!" Pewter exclaims, not really grasping what she's saying because from his point of view everything looks normal.

Realizing that she has yet again committed another embarrassing Freudian slip, Lauren closes her eyes and starts shaking her head! "My boobs... When you hugged me they slipped out from my bra! Excuse me..." Humiliated beyond belief, Lauren rushes out of her boss's office, her face red and tears streaming down her cheeks as she runs to the restroom with one arm wrapped around her stomach to hide her fallen falsies and the other pressed firmly into her crotch.

After such a humiliation, Lauren goes home the moment she is out of the bathroom! As she scurries to the elevator with her purse and satchel dangling from either shoulder, she takes one look over at Peter's office and sees him looking at her from the doorway with complete and utter confusion written all over his face.

Hiding out until the following day, Lauren calls the office to let the receptionist know that she will be in after her appointment that morning. Walking into the therapist's office a few hours later, she is wearing her usual outfit for work and this time clutching a rather large handbag very tightly. Sitting down on the couch, she waits patiently for Victoria to arrive, looking down at her knees as she rocks gently back and forth. There is no point in looking for a clock because by now she knows that there is never going to be one.

"Good morning Lauren, is everything alright?" Victoria asks, walking into the office and immediately noticing the look of distress on her client's face as she closes the door.

"No... I haven't been to work since yesterday afternoon. And before that on Monday after our appointment I said a lot of things that I would never say in public! I mean I don't expect you to understand... Let's just say that it has brought me a lot of embarrassment and it is things that I can never take back."

Taking her time walking to her chair, Victoria nods her head. "Well, since we are being open and honest with each other, why don't you tell me just exactly what happened. That's a good place to start, don't you think?" As she speaks, she is slowly sitting down, gently settling her big and perfect booty into the seat cushion, wiggling it as she crosses her legs.

Taking a deep breath, Lauren cannot believe that the thoughts coursing through her mind are actually ones that she wants to talk about, much less admit to. "Okay..." Stopping to take a deep breath, she exhales to try and slow down her already racing heart. "The other day I admitted to a coworker that I wear Spanx then later when she almost spills coffee on me, that she was going to ruin my bombshell bra and then yesterday when Peter hugged me, some things that I put in my bra fell out and I told him that it happened and that I also made a mess in my panties."

Listening to this rapid fire revelation, Victoria already knows all of this, but it's still fun to hear it being admitted to. The supposedly sexy and curvy blonde named Lauren is really a chubby little marshmallow with a fat ass and teeny, tiny little titties! Covering her mouth with her closeds hand that is also holding her pen, Victoria coughs to keep from laughing out loud. "Am I to presume that the things that fell out of your bombshell bra are false breasts?"

"Yes, because without them I have no boobies at all! Do you have any idea how hard it is to be the only woman in my family with no tits? Probably not..." Lauren says as she gestures to Victoria's huge boobs. "My mom has C cups, my little sister has teacups and I have mosquito bites. If I raise my arms naked, whatever I have completely disappears!" Lauren says, oddly at ease at revealing her biggest, or is it littlest? Secret...

"And why do you feel the need to wear Spanx?" Victoria asks, moving right along.

"Because I have a big and fat butt which I know that my sister would tease me mercilessly about if she ever found out. You see they, like you, are perfect from head to toe." Lauren says and then grimaces, her eye twitching as she grins awkwardly, even grinding her teeth.

Listening and picking up on the facial cues and body language, Victoria realizes just how important it is for Lauren to control how other people perceive her. "So what I'm understanding is that you feel that your family has not provided you an environment growing up that would have made you feel good about and accept you for who you are?"

"Not just that, but it must be true because all of the hottest guys are always dating the hottest girls. Look at Peter for instance. He's dating you." Lauren says as if her point is pretty obvious.

"And what about the hot guys that date girls that are less than the ideal? I'm sure you've seen them around, right?"

"Yes but they are obviously diluted or messed up. Why would any guy want to date a chubby fat ass anyway?" Lauren spats and then hugs herself for comfort.

Knowing very well that the words that just spilled out of Lauren's mouth is not her own, but opinions that have been pressed into her head since she was a child, Victoria nods her head as she takes her pen off of her open notebook. "Because believe it or not, there are men who find women like you attractive."

"Like me? Who said I was chubby and fat with little boobies?" Lauren reflexes defensively.

"You did and it's okay. But you need to understand that it's okay for a guy to love you for who you are and still appreciate that you want to put your best foot forward in public." Victoria explains.

"Sorry, I cannot accept that. Handsome and sexy men *deserve* to be with a woman who is equally as beautiful as they are. This is why I will always be single and masturbating about the guys that I dream to be with knowing very well that I will never have them because I'm not good enough." Lauren says as she opens up her purse and pulls out her Hitachi wand.

Staring at the sleek and white clitty buster, Victoria blinks and then looks down at her leather bound notepad and jots down what was just discussed. Looking back up, she smiles calmly as she sets her pen down. "Is that what you use to masturbate with? How come you don't use a dildo or a vibrating one?"

"Because I don't deserve penetration because as I have already explained, women like me don't deserve a penis." Lauren says without pausing once to even consider why she is all of a sudden so comfortable with being so explicit.

"I see. So you hold that up against yourself and then what?"

"I close my eyes, get nice and comfy and then imagine your fiance fucking me like crazy, that's what. Instead of playing with your butt, his fingers are getting lost in the plushiness that is my big and fat and lily white ass while his tongue dances and his lips suck on my puffy boobies and pink nipples." Lauren says bluntly as she sits forward with a challenge in her eye. Staring at her therapist, she is confident that she is 10 times the better lover even if she has no practical experience. "It gets even hotter when I imagine you standing in the corner trying to entice him naked, frantically jiggling your big boobs to try and get his attention."

Listening and nodding her head slowly, Victoria updates her notes. Setting her pen down agin, she then calmly looks at her patient. "An interesting paradox. You yourself admit readily that you don't deserve the same kind of men that I deserve and yet you fantasize about humiliating me, or people like me, when the guy chooses you."

"I'm complex." Lauren says, staring her therapist deeply in the eye.

A battle of blue versus green, a bottomless ocean versus the intoxication of the color of nature itself.

"That I believe. Now show me." Victoria challenges, speaking only when Lauren blinks first.

Subconsciously accepting and admitting defeat, Lauren is somewhat surprised as she sets down her wand and then opens her jacket. "Maybe you can take some of the skills you are about to learn home with you, okay Barbie?"

"Hmph..." Victoria chuckles as she waits patiently for Lauren to get undressed.

Unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out from the waistband of her skirt, Lauren pulls it off to reveal her overstuffed bombshell bra complete with silicon falsies sticking out as if they were Lauren's own cleavage. Now reaching behind her, she turns around and slowly lowers the zipper as she bends over playfully, tossing her hips left and then right in an attempt to look sexy.

Biting the end of her pen, Victoria does so to keep from laughing out loud. Lauren's motions are amateur at best.

"Now for the best part..." Lauren throttles, as her voice drops in an attempt to sound husky and sexy. Pushing down on her Spanx, she unrolls them to slowly reveal her soft and pale white stomach. Passing her panties, her hips and thighs slowly expand and when she reaches her knees, she turns around to show off her big and jiggly bottom. Hanging out of her granny panties, Lauren does have a nice butt, but it would look even better if she went to the gym.

Watching the Big Apple jiggle and shake as Lauren steps out of her shaping panties and her heels at the same time, she then watches her hands rise up her back to unclip her bra.

"They may not be big, but they're certainly still better than yours..." Lauren says, transforming from her public persona and into her bedroom persona that she would never dare share under any other circumstances.

In fact, she wouldn't even be doing it now if she knew that she was doing so only because she was under hypnosis.

Unclipping her bra, Lauren slides her arms to cradle her padded and stuffed cups as the loose straps dangle behind her arms. Shrugging her shoulders, the straps slide down her soft and pale arms and when she lifts them away, she pays no mind as she bares her itty bitty breasts, or to the sound of her falsies hitting the floor. Now in just her panties, she covers her chubby little rectangular tits with one arm as she picks up the wand from the couch and walks over to the wall to plug it in. Walking back over, she gets comfy on the couch and spreads her legs putting her feet up on the edges of the coffee table. Flicking the wand on, Lauren closes her eyes and licks her lips as her arm slides across her chest and softly cups her breast and pinches her nipple. "Mmmmmmm..." Moaning softly, she wiggles her hips as she guides the loudly humming wand to her panty covered snatch.

Watching as the humming head makes contact with the gusset of Lauren's panties, Victoria is quite surprised when the moment it does, the blonde's hips buck and roll as a huge orgasm rockets into the cotton, making the crotch instantly wet!

*Click*

"That's it?" Victoria asks dumbfounded as ever as the masturbation session is over just when it started!

"Mmmhmmmm... Now can you imagine the delight on Peter's face if he were to be with a woman like me?" Lauren coos has she starts rubbing the now motionless head of the wand into her sopping wet panties and proceeds to push her juices all over her sex.

Knowing all too well that Lauren cannot tell a lie, Victoria writes down what she thinks in the notebook.

*"Patient has a distorted view of sex, does not even last 10 seconds and honestly feels that premature ejaculation is preferred."*

As Victoria finishes her note, Lauren sits up cupping her crotch. "Okay, that was a big one and now I really need to pee and clean up. Can you point me to the bathroom?"

Pausing only long enough to consider telling her clients to get dressed first, Victoria decides not. "It's down the hall, third door on the left."

"Thank you." Lauren says seemingly **** to relieve herself and without any other thought, because in her mind she is in the privacy of her bedroom, gets up from the couch and goes right out the door! Padding down the hall in just her big and white thread bare panties, Lauren is walking like a penguin as the mounting pressure of her bladder causes her teeth to chatter. Cupping herself even tighter, she is partially bent over which makes her big butt stick out, her little tummy roll stick out and her little chubby tits to squish closer together finally giving her the appearance of proper breasts! Waddling right out and into the waiting room, it is thankfully empty, except for the receptionist who happens to look up from her computer her jaw dropping like a anvil!

Recognizing the client right away, the receptionist is completely taken aback by the sudden transformation of what she thought was a beautifully sculpted and proportioned woman! Seeing the roll of fat, thicken thighs and surprisingly large booty along with a tiny pair of titties is too much for the receptionist to completely accept right at the moment and it is only when Lauren disappears into the bathroom does she start giggling like a schoolgirl. "That's *LAUREN!?* Oh my god... BWAHAHAHA!!!"

Settling down on the toilet, Lauren goes to the bathroom and then uses a lot of toilet paper to clean up. Flushing, she pulls her wet panties back up, pausing to line the crotch with some toilet paper so she doesn't have to feel it. It's also when her head clears. Realizing where she is, she suddenly panics! "Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! Where are my clothes!? I can't go out there looking like this, I'm hideous! I'll be the butt of every joke in town!" Lauren gasps as she slams a hand between her legs and uses her arm to cover her meager chest! Waddling to the door half bent over, she slips her hand from between her legs so she can open the door crack and poke her head out. "Ummm, excuse me, miss? Can you call Victoria and ask her to bring me my clothes?"

**** back her laughter in order to put on her best face, the receptionist is struggling to maintain her professionalism. *Snigger* "Sure thing hun, hold on a sec." *Pfft...*.

Watching as a woman makes the call, Lauren starts tapping her foot impatiently when it it seems to be taking a little too long for her therapist to answer!

Hanging up when the ringing stops, the receptionist looks over and shrugs her shoulders. "I'm sorry but she's not answering. She only has a phone in her private office."

"You've got to be kidding me..." Lauren sighs, rolling her eyes. Shutting the door, she thinks for a long bit before opening it and sticking her head out again. "Look, I really don't want you seeing me in just my underwear so you're going to close your eyes and look the other way okay?" She orders, trying to maintain the confidence that anyone would expect from a woman of her so-called caliber. "I just don't want Victoria calling me later and telling me about how jealous you were if you were to see me naked."

Realizing that the plump blonde has no idea how she got where she's at, the receptionist plays along and nods vigorously. "You are *exactly* right. I don't think I can really handle seeing a woman with your physical attributes and then having to look at myself in the mirror later. It would just hurt too much." The receptionist says and then covers her eyes and turns around, struggling hard not to laugh.

Looking around the otherwise empty reception room, Lauren opens the door and tiptoes all the way back down the hall with her big panty covered butt jiggling wildly behind her to the office. Once she lets herself in and shuts the door, she instantly relaxes and acts like standing around in just her underwear in front of her therapist is completely normal! "I just had to make your receptionist look away because I didn't want her getting jealous over this." Lauren says as she places her hands on her waist and poses as if she were wearing her smartly fitted business suit and sticks out her chest as if she actually has a set of mouth watering, C cup titties.

"How very nice of you, Lauren..." Victoria replies with a playful roll of her eyes.

*Cluck, cluck, cluck!*

The moment Lauren's face goes blank, Victoria gives some instructions. "Now that you feel liberated, I want you to find a guy with the biggest crush on you and take him out. Wine him and dine him, throw yourself at him and then take him home and have sex with him. The moment you orgasm you will snap out of this temporary hypnosis and return to normal."

*Cluck, cluck, cluck*

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