Adjusting John

In the soft-lit confines of her upscale therapy office, Sarah adjusted her pencil skirt, ensuring the specially designed compression garment beneath kept her secrets well-hidden. Her manicured fingers traced the edge of John's file as she reviewed her notes from their previous sessions. The mahogany desk between them gleamed in the late afternoon light filtering through venetian blinds, casting striped shadows across John's handsome but arrogant face. To the outward observer Sarah was a very statuesque stunning woman, few knew her truth. She was a Trans Witch, that is to say she was both a Transwoman and a Witch who enjoyed "adjusting" men who were womanizers or abusers. taking their masculinity and redistributing it, and John was her latest client and perhaps the next recipient of her skills.

In front of her was her latest client... and potential victim. John was a rakish man, a true womanizer always talking in dismissive ways about women oblivious to his misogyny as he spoke to his doctor. Oh he wasn't bad looking, at about 6 foot tall and slim he was handsome enough and certainly bragged enough about his prowess. But she could barely keep the disdain from her face when she looked at him, knowing he was only here because it was mandated by his office. There had been an incident at his office where he had gone out with a secretary and slept with her and discarded her, which resulted in bad PR that they were trying to keep a lid on. Sarah kept her demeanor calm, smooth, and controlled, as she watched John slouch in the leather armchair. His designer suit and carefully styled blonde hair screamed of privilege and entitlement. Through their sessions, he'd bragged about his conquests, revealing a pattern of using and discarding women that made Sarah's blood simmer with righteous purpose. She wasted no time steering the discussion back to relaxation and hypnosis the foundation of her skills.

"Let's continue our relaxation technique from last time," Sarah suggested, her voice taking on the hypnotic cadence she'd carefully cultivated as she removed her necklace. "Remember how peaceful you felt? How easy it was to just... let go? just watch the pendant."

John's eyelids grew heavy as her words wove through the air, building upon the post-hypnotic suggestions she'd already planted in previous sessions. He leered at her through hooded eyes taking in her sexy form as he listened to her speak. Each syllable drew him deeper into her web. Sarah uncrossed and recrossed her legs, the subtle movement drawing his gaze. The silk of her blouse whispered against her prominent bosom as she leaned forward showing her cleavage. as she held a pendant in front of her breasts, swinging gently to catch his gaze.

"That's right, John. Watch the pendant." The crystal caught the light as it swayed between them. "You remember how good it feels to sink into this state. How natural it is to let my voice guide you deeper and deeper..."

His breathing slowed, pupils dilating as he followed the crystal's arc. Sarah felt a familiar stirring beneath her compression garment as she watched his defenses crumble. The power she wielded in these moments always aroused her, but she maintained perfect composure.

"With each breath, you're becoming more receptive. More... pliable." Her words dripped like honey, sweet and thick with suggestion. "The more you resist, the deeper you go. The more you try to hold onto your masculine façade, the more it slips away..."

John's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm now, his eyes glazed and fixed on the pendant. Sarah smiled, knowing that her carefully laid groundwork was about to bear fruit. In his trance state, she could sense his **** mind reaching out, eager to embrace the changes she would soon initiate.

"You're doing so well, John. In our next session, you'll find yourself more open to change. More accepting of the nature you deserve." She paused, watching a bead of sweat trail down his temple. "When you return for our next session, the mere sound of my voice will send you into this wonderful, peaceful state. You'll feel an overwhelming desire to fall back into this trance and listen to my words and accept them"

She continued implant her subliminal suggestions, each word a strand in the web that would soon completely transform him. Her own excitement built as she imagined his upcoming metamorphosis, the compression garment growing increasingly uncomfortable as her arousal intensified and her cock swelled in excitement.

"And when you awaken, you'll feel refreshed and eager to return at our special appointment time. You won't remember these specific instructions, but your body and mind will obey them completely."

Sarah began the process of bringing him out of the trance, watching with satisfaction as awareness gradually returned to his features. The seeds were planted. Tomorrow, when he returned, the real work would begin. Her hand brushed against the ornate wooden box in her desk drawer, containing the ancient artifacts necessary for the transformation ritual.

"Same time tomorrow then, John?" she asked, her voice back to its professional register.

He nodded, slightly dazed but oblivious to what awaited him. As he gathered his things and left her office, Sarah allowed herself a small smile of anticipation. Soon, his masculine energy would be harvested and John would began his change to become what Sarah had decided was who he truly should be, a submissive man under her guidance. A man with a pussy who craved cock... no longer the womanizer or aggressor, but a submissive who takes and pleases.

Next session

Sarah was busy recording notes, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across her office as John strutted in, immediately plopping down on the couch with a sigh and launching into his latest tale of conquest as if Sarah was a male friend who enjoyed his preposterous stories. She grimaced at his casual attitude, "please make yourself comfortable John and begin when you're ready." Ever professional she crossed from behind her desk to her chair and crossed her legs elegantly, her pencil skirt riding up just enough to maintain his attention while her notepad rested deliberately in her lap.

"You should have seen her, Dr. Thompson," John boasted, loosening his tie as he settled into the leather couch. "This little cocktail waitress at Mason's Bar - totally eating out of my hand. Told her I was a talent scout." His self-satisfied smirk made Sarah's smile tighten in disgust. "Got her up to my penthouse, showed her the view, and well..." He winked, radiating toxic masculinity.

Sarah maintained her professional façade, though her manicured fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around her pen. "And how did that make you feel, John?" Her voice carried a subtle resonance, the first notes of the hypnotic melody she would soon employ.

"Like a king, doc. Like always." He stretched, his expensive suit pulling across his shoulders. "These girls, they're all the same. Looking for their big break, willing to do anything..." He chuckled, running fingers through his perfectly styled hair.

"Interesting." Sarah set aside her notepad and reached for the crystal pendant on her desk. "Perhaps we should explore those feelings of power more deeply. You remember our relaxation technique from yesterday?" The mere mention triggered the post-hypnotic suggestion. John's eyes immediately tracked the pendant as she lifted it, his pupils dilating. "I... yes, I remember feeling very relaxed..."

"Good." Sarah's voice dropped an octave, taking on that honeyed quality that had proven so effective. "Watch the crystal, John. See how it catches the light... how each sparkle draws you deeper into that peaceful state..." His eyelids grew heavy, his posture slumping slightly as the suggestions took hold. The arrogant smile melted from his face. "That's right," she purred, her own excitement building. "Let yourself sink deeper with each breath. Feel your consciousness floating away, leaving only acceptance... submission..." John's breathing slowed, his eyes now fully glazed. Sarah allowed herself a genuine smile as she observed his totally **** state. She reached into her desk drawer, retrieving the wooden box containing her magical implements while maintaining the hypnotic cadence of her voice.

"You're completely open now, John. Ready to embrace your true nature... ready to be sculpted into what you were always meant to be..." The transformation was about to begin, and Sarah felt her hidden endowment straining against its constraints in anticipation. The arrogant womanizer before her would soon be stripped of everything he held dear, and she would enjoy every moment of his metamorphosis.

"Stand and strip for me now, John," Sarah commanded, her voice a silken thread pulling at his consciousness. "Remove every piece of clothing, fold them neatly, and place them on the chair beside you." Like a marionette responding to its strings, John rose mechanically. His fingers moved to his tie, loosening it with mechanical precision. The expensive silk whispered as it slid from his collar. His jacket followed, then his crisp white shirt, each garment folded with trance-induced meticulousness. Sarah watched with growing anticipation as her subject revealed himself. The designer clothes that had propped up his masculinity fell away piece by piece. His chest was hairy, but not overly muscular, it lacked the robust masculinity he'd so often boasted about in their sessions. His belt clinked as he removed it, his pants sliding down to reveal pasty white and slightly hairy but unremarkable thighs.

When his underwear finally joined the pile, Sarah had to stifle a knowing smirk. There it was - the root of his overcompensation. His manhood, which he'd so frequently alluded to in grandiose terms during their sessions, was decidedly average and well covered by his foreskin. Perhaps even below average, in its flaccid state. The thick patch of unruly dark hair did little to enhance its presentation. "Turn slowly," she instructed, her analytical gaze taking in every detail. "Stop. Now face me." Her own secret strained against its confines as she compared their respective endowments. Even compressed and hidden, she knew she was significantly more blessed than her subject.

"What an interesting disconnect," she mused aloud, knowing he would have no memory of these moments. "All those stories of satisfied women, of masculine prowess..." She stood, circling him like a predator assessing prey. "Such elaborate lies to mask such... modest equipment." she whispered in his ear seeing her words impact him slightly. Her fingertips, cool and clinical, traced across his shoulders, down his spine, making him shiver despite his trance. "This will make things... easier, I think" she whispered, more to herself than to him. "I will teach your body the truth - it's not meant for the role you've **** it to play." Standing behind him now, Sarah allowed herself to press closer than professional bounds would permit, knowing he would remember none of this. Her compressed length brushed against him through her skirt, a preview of what was to come. "Soon you'll be free of these masculine pretenses," she breathed against his neck. "Free to embrace your true submissive nature."

Returning to her desk, Sarah began removing items from her wooden box. The time for observation was over - now the real work would begin. "Remain standing exactly where you are, John," she instructed, her voice taking on an edge of authority that made him tremble slightly. "We're going to help you shed these falsehoods, starting with that overinflated ego of yours..." Sarah used an obsidian wand, her fingers tingled as they gripped the implement, magical energy coursing through her arm. Moving with practiced precision, she began tracing glowing purple sigils across John's bare skin.... the first goal was to shrink his flaccid cock from its current 3 inches to a smaller, compact length of only an inch of hang when soft... the symbols spiraled around his groin, pulsing with ethereal light before seeming to sink into his flesh. Almost immediately, his already modest manhood began to retract, drawing inward until only a pitiful inch protruded. His scrotum tightened dramatically, balls pulling up snug against his body like a frightened teenager in cold water. No longer would his soft cok and balls hang low, now they would always be very high and tight.

"Perfect," Sarah purred, admiring how his diminished package emphasized his vulnerability. The second sigil she drew across his forehead, this one shimmering blue before disappearing. This would plant the seed of obsessive comparison, a slightly devious smile danced across her lips as she thought about how it would make him want to compare his manhood to other men... to measure himself against them. For him to have a need to be the biggest, but he would likely lose... and she would be sure he continued to lose as things progressed.

"John," she intoned, her voice resonating with hypnotic power, "tell me what you're thinking about right now." His glazed eyes flickered with new awareness. "I... I feel so small..." he mumbled, hands unconsciously moving to his shrunken member. "Need to know... need to compare..."

"Compare to what, John?" Sarah prompted, moving closer.

"To... to other men..." His voice wavered with uncertainty and need. " I need to know how I measure up... that I'm the top dog... the big alpha cock"

Sarah smiled, satisfaction coursing through her. The sigil was working perfectly.

The compression garment beneath Sarah's skirt grew increasingly uncomfortable as her excitement built.

"let's make sure you're properly prepared to appreciate the comparison..." she whispered "John become erect for me!" in his trance he instantly rose to erect. So she could measure and adjust him...

Sarah's lips curved into a clinical smile as she observed John's aroused erect state. His modest 6 inches strained upward, already less impressive than he'd bragged about in his therapy sessions. She retrieved a measuring tape from her desk drawer, its metallic surface reflecting the office's dim lighting.

"Let's establish our baseline," she murmured, the tape sliding cool against his flesh. "How interesting... six inches. Yet you told me tales of eight." She clicked her tongue disapprovingly while making notes in her leather-bound grimoire. "We'll need to adjust that delusion."

Lifting the obsidian wand again, Sarah traced a complex sigil that spiraled around his shaft. The purple glow pulsed, and John gasped as his length visibly shortened, drawing inward until barely five inches remained. The girth followed suit, slimming to match his new diminutive status.

"Much more honest now," she commented, remeasuring to see he was now barely avg. "And we're not done yet." he whimpered, his hips unconsciously seeking friction in the air. "Need to compare... please...Must see if I'm big"

Sarah's own substantial endowment throbbed against its constraints as she drew the final sigil of this sequence - one that would ensure his new size was permanent even outside of arousal. "Patience," she commanded, watching the magical energy sink into his flesh. "We're creating art here, and art takes time."

She turned to her desk and documented the changes in her grimoire to ensure they were permanent. Her transformation of John was proceeding to plan, but there were still many more changes to come before he would be ready to accept his true destiny....

Sarah settled back in her chair, as John redressed himself in the trance finally seating himself and staring into the distance. His expensive suit pants hung slightly differently now, the fabric settling around his magically altered form. She slowly brought him out of the trance... "John," she began, her voice returning to its professional cadence, "before we end today's session, I'd like to discuss something you mentioned while you were under about... comparative urges you've been experiencing."

Color flooded his cheeks as the magically implanted compulsion took hold. "I... uh..." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the leather creaking beneath him. "This is embarrassing, Dr. Thompson, but lately I've been having these... thoughts."

"Don't be shy john please, continue," Sarah encouraged, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs slowly. "This is a safe space for you to share and embrace your inner self."

John fidgeted slightly "I keep wanting to... compare myself. To other men. Online, in the gym locker room, at urinals..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about it. Even now, with you" He trailed off, mortified.

Sarah maintained her professional demeanor while inwardly savoring his discomfort. "These feelings are perfectly natural, John. In fact, I think exploring these urges might be beneficial for your therapy. Perhaps we should dedicate our next session to discussing them more... thoroughly."

"You think so?" Hope and anxiety mingled in his voice.

"Absolutely." Sarah smiled, knowing the sigils were working exactly as intended. "Same time Next week?"

As John gathered his belongings and left, still subtly adjusting himself with growing concern, Sarah allowed herself a moment of satisfaction. His transformation was beginning beautifully, and the future would bring even more delicious changes.