How My Therapist Became a Total Pervert

(Hey, sorry this took awhile to get to, but hopefully this will be fun, and inspire others to write in this setting now that they'll have an example of how the Pervert Stone works. Updates probably won't be super frequent, but again, I'm hoping this chapter can act as an example of what the Pervert Stone does.)

"So you didn't know who this woman was?" Dr. Klein asked.

"No, she just came up to me and gave me this strange necklace with a tooth shaped stone," I replied. "Before I could any say or do anything, she had wrapped the necklace around my neck. Worse, no matter what I do, I can't take it off."

There were other things I chose not to mention to Dr. Klein, such as how my dick had dramatically expanded in size and girth, or how I had more muscles now than I ever had in my life before. That I looked attractive should've been great, but it came with this weird stone I couldn't take off. I really didn't need that on top of my issues with anxiety, along with my... other problem.

"What else has happened?" Dr. Klein asked, suspiciously moving on from the necklace. "Or was that the highlight of your week?"

"I mean, not much, the woman doing that was the highlight of my week," I said, trying to change back to the original topic. "You know me and that I don't know anyone like that. I'm just a NEET who barely got through college and can't get a job."

I was thankful my parents were out of town as I really didn't want to know what their reaction to my necklace would be or how pent up I was. I found out last night I couldn't cum from masturbation for some ungodly reason, and that had only added to my mounting frustration. Why was the therapist trying to talk about the rest of my life, and ignore the obvious stone around my neck?

"Are you still masturbating all the time?" Dr. Klein asked.

"Where the heck did that question come from?" I ask indignantly but then...

"Yes, try to rebel, and see how the world changes before your very eyes." A feminine voice spoke in my head in a tone that was a perverse mix of divine and horny.

When the voice spoke, the stone shined, and while it was brief, it was very bright. Somehow I knew, right then and there, that reality had been altered, although the idea was so ludicrous that I didn't believe it. I wasn't completely sure how reality had been altered, but the next thing Dr. Klein said gave me a strong idea of what had changed.

"You know it's important for me to know about your... sexual proclivities." Dr. Klein paused in a way that sounded lustful. That was a massive change, which why was even though her change in voice was subtle, I picked up on it so quickly.

In all of my time knowing Dr. Klein, I never her to be remotely sexual, to the point where I felt gross whenever my constant masturbation got brought up. She looked average, with brunette hair and average sized breasts, a C cup at most, which made it easy to avoid thinking of her in a sexual way. The glasses she wore added to her air of professionalism, as did the casual business blouse and skirt she wore while we were in the office, which further prevented me from thinking of her as a sexual being. But now her tone of voice was sounding horny, and her breathing had become heavier, more pronounced.The prior way I had ignored her gender was disappearing in a hurry.

"What do you mean?" I asked, foolishly hoping for something to change. "My masturbation only matters to-"

"It is my job to treat you, and that has to include your sexual life." Dr. Klein said in a very matter of fact way. However, I somehow knew now that my sex life would be the only thing she was interested in talking about.

"She's a pervert now, just like you." The voice said. "Just watch, she'll be just as inappropriate as you have been, but she has a position of power over you to exploit it, and doesn't have any pesky guilt getting in the way."

I tried to ignore it, and made another **** to change the topic of conversation. "Well, we could talk about my-"

Dr. Klein, in a rarity for her beforehand, cut me off to say, "Your constant masturbation and sexual fantasies I think is the real reason you're here. Everything that has gone wrong for you is because you did things like perv on girls when you shouldn't have."

That... hurt. It was a stupid incident from high school that I revealed to Dr. Klein to explain why I had difficulties with women, and that I thought I had learned my lesson. It's just that respecting women's boundaries had gone so far that I struggled to do much with women, and that had been wrecking my life.

Dr. Klein then licked her lips. "You look a lot better since I last saw. Have you been working out like I suggested?"

"Yes but it's not the reason I have these gains," I said trying to pivot. "I know it's going to sound crazy but the ston-"

"That is crazy, magic doesn't exist sweety," Dr. Klein said, "And if you are delusional, well... we'll be seeing a lot more of each other then."

The last sounded very threatening. "Klein what are you-"

"Oh sweetie you can call me Britney," Dr. Klein said, as I still couldn't think of her as Britney. "You need to be more comfortable around me anyway."

I swallowed before replying in a way that changed reality itself. "Doctor, you're making me very uncomfortable right now, and if you want me to be more comfortable, could we please talk about something besides my body or me jerking off!"

The stone shined again, so bright that I briefly couldn't see anything. When I could see again, Dr. Klein looked completely different. The first thing I caught was that her breasts were massive, at least the size of volleyballs, and had a ton of cleavage from a rather revealing tank top she definitely hadn't been wearing when I had arrived. As my adjusted back to the normal light, I saw that other than her glasses, her face was different, looking far more flawless than it ever had before, perhaps from subtle makeup, and she now had natural golden blonde hair that was in a professional looking ponytail. The rest of her body had taken on the shape of an hourglass, with her hips being wider, and a hint that her ass had grown a bit as well in the skirt she was now wearing.

"Because you can be a bit slow on the uptake, I'll spoil what happened," The voice said. "Your therapist is now a massive pervert, way more than you. The first reality alteration just made her a bit horny and focused on sex, but this one is a bit more than that. Besides changing her body a bit, this transformation made her the kind of therapist that joined the profession to fuck her patients. Fight it if you want, but she's going to exploit every possible advantage of her power over you to get what she wants."

"Of course dear, we could talk about your reaction to my body," Dr. Klein said while standing up. "Although I guess that involves you masturbating still, doesn't it?"

Dr. Klein then moved over to me on the couch, and put a hand on my crotch. I had managed to calm down somewhat before coming to see her, despite being pent up, but I got hard pretty fast from this attention. It didn't help that this version of my therapist seemed to know more about sex than I did.

"I... I'm sorry Dr-" I was cut off.

She sighed before saying, "Again, call me Britney. This part of your treatment involves being on a first name basis."

Britney then pulled down the zipper on my pants. I had been warned this would happen by the voice, but it didn't stop me from grabbing her arm.

"I suggest you cooperate, or this is going to get a lot worse for you very, very quickly," Britney paused to stare at me, and spoke in a very serious whisper. "No one is going to believe you if you say that I started this. You're a fucking pervert, and a man regardless."

The cursing was unexpected, but the reason my breathing slowed was that she had threatened to accuse me of sexual ****. "Why? I'm nowhere your hottest client... right?"

Britney just smiled. "Before your exercise routine, but that has paid off wonderfully."

I didn't resist when she moved to undo the buttons on my shirt, one at a time, knowing the consequences if I tried to resist her stripping me. Her hand worked quickly, and after she undid a button, she would pull open my shirt with her other hand. As she worked, she said, "Next time you come here, after I close the door, you will strip naked."

Knowing what had happened when I tried to retort, and the threats she gave, I just chose not to say anything as Britney undid the last button of my button down shirt. "I will not tolerate any bullshit, and that includes silent answers. You are going to nod or say yes if you understand, got it?"

"Yes! Yes, sorry." The scream was too loud, but I was scared.

"Irritating but acceptable," Britney said while wincing. "Now lets get that shirt off."

She motioned and I rose from the couch, where Britney then pulled off my shirt. "If you're a good boy, you'll get these at the end of the session. If you're not a good boy, I'm going to keep them until the end of the day. Got it?"

I nodded, scared. Britney smiled in response, and then undid the one button on my pants, before dragging them down with my underwear in a single motion. My dick sprang forth, and then grew as it hadn't been fully hard, something that my therapist was now very happy to see.

"Excellent," Britney said, her smile becoming much wider. "I knew when I picked you that you were hiding something special."

She wouldn't have believed me if I told her that until a few days ago, I was average if not below average in dick size. Now I had a cock that would be right at home on a porn set, and I wasn't even sure I was at full size yet.

"Now, you were a bit whiny, and wasted some of our precious time with some delusions," Britney said. "So because of that, from now on, every single session for the foreseeable future, we are going to start with you kissing my ass, and that is not a turn of phrase."

My therapist turned around, unclipped her skirt so it fell to the floor, and dropped her panties. I had been right to guess that her ass was much larger now, and as I soon found out, big enough enough to cover my face.

"Here, let me get you used to this," Britney than sat on my face. "Kiss, and lick my asshole, boy."

I was too overwhelmed to even respond at first, as her butt covered my face. In response, Britney repositioned herself on the couch, and then relaxed so even more of her weight pressed down on my face.

"Come on now, I wouldn't want you to suffocate." I just about heard her say.

To my utter humiliation, I got fully hard from this. I had been a bit of an ass man before this, and had even jerked off to some facesitting porn. While the reality was scary from the suffocation, it was also incredibly enticing to have such a perfectly formed ass right on my face. So with no way out, I tentatively licked... her asshole. I was going to rim my therapist, because there was no other option.

"I suggest you speed up," Britney said while lifting her butt off my face so I catch a breath. "I'm not going to get up again until you have made me cum with your tongue."

She then sat right back down on my face, and I started to eat her ass like a madman. Some of it was desperation, but some of it was because of how hot it was, not that I could admit to myself at the time.

"Yes, there you go, lick my asshole." Britney said as she started to grind her butt on my face.

This continued, as the sounds of Britney moaning and me licking her asshole dominated the therapist's office. I could barely breath, and yet I was also hard as a rock, unable to resist the big, juicy ass on my face. The way she grinded her ass on my face gave me brief moments to breath before being replaced again by her big, juicy ass.

"Yes, YES!" Britney screamed while cumming. "Good boy, very good boy."

My therapist then got up off my face, and then went over to her desk. "Well, your whining wasted a frustrating amount of time."

I sighed in relief while getting off the couch and hoping to get my clothes back. While I was very horny and frustrated, I could live with not getting off if it meant getting out of this damn office faster. But then Britney said something that reminded me of who I was dealing with.

"However, you are very pent up, and we still have fifteen minutes left," Britney said while taking off her suit shirt. "More importantly, my next client is female, and worse, quite old. So I'm up for some more fun in the time we have left here today."

Britney then bent over her desk in a way that looked amazing, and showed me her glistening pussy. "Your mother is tainted by my ass, so no kissing, but you can fuck me from behind if you want."

I ran over, both scared of what she could do if I refused, and because I was so **** to cum at that point. When I got to her, I just slid right in, and my dick was in heaven. A warm, wet, and delightfully tight heaven. For a second I thought maybe whatever the heck was going on with this stone wasn't too bad. But then my therapist had to say something to make everything stressful again.

"Oh, and if you cum before I do, I won't give you your clothes back," Britney said while turned to smirk at me. "If you take longer than the time we have remaining, well, you don't know what happens. Chop chop."

At that point, I had to somehow control myself, and I knew whatever **** had prevented me from cumming from masturbation was no longer helping. So I thrusted, but I could never decide on a speed or tempo, because if I went fast I'd cum too quickly, but she didn't seem to get as much out of slower thrusts. That was when...

"Alright, let me you," Britney said. "Take one of your hands, and move them to my clit. It's the fun button at the top of my pussy. You rub that, I'll be cumming pretty fast, and then you can empty your load inside of me. Don't worry, I've got birth control, and this is a safe day."

My hand immediately moved to her pussy, and after some feeling around, I found her clit. Sure enough, just rubbing it was enough to make her go wild, and combined with a steady thrusting pace, was enough to get her on the road to orgasm. The only obstacle left was controlling myself, so while I did all of this, I thought about the most boring math I could, or anything else to avoid cumming. And then...

"I'm almost there, just a little bit... YES!" Britney cummed on my dick, and right there, I finally, mercifully, got to cum.

Withdrawing from Britney, I asked a single question. "Can I have my clothes back? Please?"

"Sure, but you don't get to put them on until you give my asshole a goodbye kiss," Britney said while dropping my clothes in a pile near me. "Oh, better make it a nice long french kiss too. I know how much you love my ass, and she deserves affection."

In something that somehow felt more humiliating than everything we had just done, I got on my knees behind Britney, and brought her butthole into a long, deep kiss. Then, after all of that, I finally got to put my clothes on. Right when I was about to leave her office, she spoke again.

"So as I said, every one of our sessions will now start with a nice, long kiss on my asshole like the one you just delivered," Britney said while putting her panties back on. "If it turns into a rimjob, because I decide you've been a bad boy, then you have to give my asshole another kiss before leaving. Now go, I have an old lady I have to treat so society accepts my position as valid."

As I left, the voice from earlier entered my head again. "We are going to have so much fun together..."