To his room!

The house is silent and Dylan doesn't bother shouting out a greeting, that confirms it, you two are the only ones here. This situation is getting better and better. You're led downstairs, Dylan obviously has his "cave" down here, a fairly simple setup: queen sized bed, a desk with a rather expensive computer, TV; the perfect teenage set-up.

Dylan turns to his computer, powering it up and grabbing various items out of his desk

"Hey, go sit on the bed."

Damn, you can't resist his orders, though you do notice that they don't seem quite as strong anymore. Perhaps the hypnosis is wearing off? If it is, it better happen soon, before you end up waddling around with this brat's kid inside you. Wait, you can think of him as a brat now? It is wearing off!

You manage to sneak a look at what Dylan's doing, what's that he's pulling out of the desk? Some kind of pills, lube, and a plug.....what the hell is he up to? Your gaze manages to drift up to the computer's screen, you can't see the whole thing with Dylan sitting in front of it, but you do manage to catch the words "preg risk". Oh no. So that's what the voice meant when it mentioned "what he wants to do to you". Of all the fetishes that exist, Dylan had to have this one. Panic begins to set in, and through it you're able to start moving a bit! Yes! Dylan's suggestive power is getting even weaker, better not let him notice that.

Lost in your thoughts, you let out an squeak as Dylan pushes you back onto the bed. You weren't paying attention to it earlier, but guys are strong aren't they? Even this geek would probably overpower you in your current form. The thought sends shivers up your spine, and strangely, you kinda like the thought of being "taken".

Dylan suddenly kisses you, biting your lips in the process. Your body goes into overdrive as every nerve is set alight. Your nipples begin hardening and your virgin pussy begins to get wet. His hands begin to work at the same time, one grabbing at your thong, threatening to yank it off. The other goes for your tank top, sliding it upwards to expose your heaving breasts. Dylan's attention moves from ravaging your mouth towards your ears, biting and licking them, stopping only to whisper a single question:

"Tiff, are you ovulating right now?"

Fuck. If you can break the hypnosis and lie about your rather fertile status he might lose interest.