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Dr. Wells was well aware that his methods weren’t exactly ethical, but to him, the ends absolutely justified the means. After all, it was hard to argue with the impact he was able to have on his patients’ overall happiness and wellbeing. The young men he worked with came to him with debilitating anxiety about their physical appearances, unable to recognize how perfect their bodies already were because of society’s standards for “masculinity.” Yes, his interventions frequently resulted in additional… benefits , so to speak, but in his mind, the real payoff came when a patient woke up feeling comfortable in his own skin for the first time in years.
Today he would be kicking off a project that was more ambitious than anything he had attempted before. It was a somewhat risky venture, operating outside his office to treat a group of patients who would be vehemently opposed to his methods if they had even the slightest suspicion of what he was planning to do, but he was certain it would be worth it.
Dr. Wells walked along the upstairs hallway of the local community center, glancing at his phone to double-check which meeting room he was trying to find. He could tell he was on the right track, though, because he could hear snippets of conversation pouring out of the open door near the end of the hall.
“-on Twitter yesterday using the dumbest neopronouns I’ve seen in my life-”
“-harmful to the community! I get that some people can’t medically transition, but if you don’t have dysphoria at all, then-”
“-don’t really face discrimination as much as we do, so why should we-”
“What do you mean you don’t feel dysphoric about your chest?!”
Dr. Wells walked up to the doorway just in time to see a tense-looking young man with dark hair narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the ginger sitting next to him. One look at his hunched shoulders and excessively baggy sweatshirt told Dr. Wells exactly why this patient-to-be was being so confrontational about this particular subject. Those piercing blue eyes suddenly darted up to glare at Dr. Wells instead.
“Who are you?” He snapped, cutting off the other young man’s hesitant response.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Wells! Will asked me to come lead some therapeutic breathing exercises for your support group.”
“Oh good, you’re here! It’s okay, Xander, I invited him,” A chubby blond whom he recognized as Will from his email profile picture stood to greet him.
There was a circle of folding chairs arranged in the center of the room, and eight of them were occupied by members of the support group. They all looked painfully young, although Dr. Wells had made sure that they were all above eighteen before agreeing to this session. All of them were watching him with expressions ranging from curious (the strawberry blond on the left side of the circle) to hostile (Xander, who was still glaring at Dr. Wells with a sour look on his face).
“Good morning! Welcome to our little group, I’m so glad you could make it. Everyone, this is the therapist I told you about. I know we’re all dealing with a lot of stress, especially after what happened a few weeks ago, so I figured it would be nice to try out some guided meditation today.”
Some of the members nodded, looking intrigued. Xander seemed determined to keep his face in a permanent scowl, though, and the brunet next to him looked inclined to agree.
Dr. Wells stepped into the room, glancing at the printed sign taped to the door that read, Transmed Connection: FtM Dysphoria Support Group.
“Thank you for having me! Hello everyone, my name is Dr. Wells. I’m a licensed therapist, and among other things, I specialize in guided meditation and stress relief techniques. I’d like to start with some breathing exercises today, just to make sure that everyone is feeling comfortable and relaxed. Is everyone ready to get started, or do you have any questions or concerns before we begin?”
Unsurprisingly, Xander butted in practically before he’d finished speaking. “What is this even supposed to accomplish? It all seems like bullshit to me. This support group is supposed to be a place where we can express our feelings, not another opportunity for some cis asshole to come in and tell us we’re breathing wrong.”
“Xander…” Will started, trailing off with an exasperated huff.
“It’s alright. I completely understand why you feel that way, and I promise that today’s exercises will just show you an option to release all the stress and tension you might be carrying around in your daily lives. I’ve worked with several trans patients in the past, and I recognize how hard it can be to deal with both the internal and external pressure of living with a body that you’re not happy with and that doesn’t match what society expects from you. You don’t have to participate in these exercises if you really don’t want to, but I’d like to at least offer them as a possibility for you.”
Xander huffed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”
Dr. Wells had to suppress a smirk. No matter how hard Xander tried to resist, he would be lulled into a nice, pliable trance soon enough.
“Alright then, if nobody else has anything they’d like to ask about, let’s get started! If it’s alright with everyone, I’d like to close the door to make sure that no outside noise distracts us from our exercises.” Will smiled and gave him a thumbs up, so Dr. Wells walked back and gently shut the door. Returning to the circle of chairs, he set his bag down on the floor and reached in to grab the first item he would need for today’s session: a large, high-quality bluetooth speaker. It connected to his phone as soon as he turned it on, so all he had to do was hit play to make the throbbing, hypnotic waves wash over his unsuspecting audience. “This is just a bit of ambient noise to help you focus on your breathing. Now, please close your eyes… And take a deep breath in… 2… 3… 4… Out… 2… 3… 4…”
Hypnosis was a very subjective thing, in Dr. Wells’ experience. Some people reacted more quickly when they knew that they were being hypnotized, and others were much more susceptible when they had no idea what was coming. With the exception of Xander, who was still looking tense and angry, all of the young men sitting before him were reacting remarkably well after just a few moments. He could tell that Xander would need a firmer hand throughout every step of the process, though, so he imbued his voice with even more energy.
“Keep breathing just like that, there you go… As you breathe, imagine that you’re floating in the calm waves of a warm, tropical ocean. You’re bobbing up… and down… up… and down… allowing the water to rock you into a calm, peaceful slumber. It feels so nice, doesn’t it?” Dr. Wells scanned the room and smiled when he saw eight peaceful faces in various states of hypnotic relaxation. The brunet on his right was so deep already that he almost looked ready to slump right out of his chair. “Breathe in… 2… 3… 4… Out… 2… 3… 4… Allow my voice to wash over you, just like a warm, soothing wave. Let it pull you under into a calm, relaxed, pliable state. Nothing else matters, just my voice and the calm, soothing rhythm of the waves.”
Xander’s tense, irritated slouch had turned into the limp posture of someone on the verge of sleep. His face was quite charming now that his mouth had relaxed from its seemingly permanent scowl; as Dr. Wells watched, those full, pink lips opened just enough for a small trickle of drool to escape down his chin.
“I’m going to count down from ten. With every number, you will become more sleepy and relaxed. When I get to zero, you will fall into a peaceful, obedient trance. 10… 9… 8…” Dr. Wells paced around the circle as he counted, trying to keep the anticipatory grin on his face from reflecting in his voice. Like clockwork, the tension slipped away from their bodies until they were sweetly slumbering and almost ready for him to reshape their minds with gentle, caring hands. “3… 2… 1… 0. In a moment, I will snap my fingers, and your eyes will open. When they do, you will remain in your blissful trance. You will follow any orders I give you without hesitation, you will answer any questions I ask with complete honesty, and you will accept anything I tell you as absolute truth.”
He snapped his fingers, and eight pairs of dazed eyes snapped open in unison. “Stand up.” They did as they were told, some of them swaying lightly on their feet. “You feel completely comfortable around me, and you trust me more than anyone else you know. I am here to help you become happier, more well-adjusted young men, and everything that we will do here today is part of laying the groundwork for that.”
Dr. Wells walked over to stand in front of Xander. “All of you, take your sweatshirts, sweaters, and shirts off until your upper bodies are only covered by your binders.”
With a rustle of cloth, all eight of them began obediently stripping to the waist. They were all wearing binders in various colors and styles: Will’s was a skin-tone tank top style binder that looked brand new but was still struggling to flatten the generous curve of his breasts. Xander’s was black, just like the rest of his clothing, and it was clearly on its last legs. The elastic was so worn that the binder was basically a glorified sports bra, allowing his impressive cleavage to spill out from both the top and bottom. Dr. Wells tutted, tugging at a loose thread dangling from the frayed hem.
“From now on, you will all find wearing a binder horribly uncomfortable in private. You hate how much it restricts your breathing, and you don’t mind other people seeing your unbound chests when you’re home or with people that you trust. Since you all trust me, and you’re all comfortable with each other, go ahead and take your binders off as well.”
Xander tugged his binder over his head within a few seconds, exposing his fat tits to Dr. Wells’ hungry gaze. Looking around the circle, Dr. Wells grinned at the sight of so many soft, tempting curves of different shapes and sizes. It was a pity that all these lovely tits had been neglected and maligned for so long, even if that was all about to change. But first…
“Successful therapy relies on the patient baring himself entirely so that he and the therapist can work toward the root of the problem together. Strip off the rest of your clothing, too, until you’re all completely naked. Regardless of your feelings about your bodies, we will be starting from a blank slate as of today. Plus, once you’ve removed all of your clothes, you will discover that being so exposed both to me and to each other makes you feel incredibly aroused.”
It wasn’t strictly necessary for him to give them such a thorough explanation at this stage, but he liked to start laying the groundwork early on in a session. Plus, on the off-chance that one of them wasn’t as deep in a trance as he’d thought, he wanted to make sure that their brains would be able to rationalize his orders and avoid any unanticipated resistance.
The whole group obediently followed his orders once again, and within a few minutes, Dr. Wells was the only person in the room wearing any clothes at all. He had intentionally chosen to dress up a bit today, because the juxtaposition between his dress shirt, tie, and neatly ironed slacks and the vulnerable nudity of his patients never failed to make his cock twitch with arousal. He resisted the urge to palm the swelling bulge at the front of his trousers; it would be time for that soon enough. Right now, he had to focus on getting to know his new patients.
“Now, we’re going to do a simple icebreaker so I can learn your names and a little bit more about you.” Dr. Wells reached into his duffel bag once again and pulled out a sheet of multicolored name tag stickers, a clipboard, and a fine-tipped permanent marker. “When I snap my fingers, I want you to point at the part of you that causes you the most dysphoria and shame. At the same time, you should assume a pose that accentuates that part of you as much as possible. Ready? Go!”
Dr. Wells snapped his fingers, then intentionally averted his eyes for a few moments to let them get settled in position. When he looked back over, he had to stifle a laugh. They were all standing stock-still like statues, and some of them were contorted into some very interesting positions. He strolled over to the first person he laid eyes on: the young man whom Xander had been talking to, who had bright ginger hair, green eyes, and a lithe, pale body. He was lying on the ground with his arms hooked under his thighs, using both of his index fingers to spread his fuzzy pussy lips wide apart and point at his wet, pink cunt at the same time.
Dr. Wells crouched in front of him with a reassuring smile. “Hello, sweetheart. What’s your name?”
“Alex,” he droned, his voice sounding slightly strained from holding his position.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Alex. Now tell me, what body part are you pointing at?”
“My… my front hole,” Alex said, sounding embarrassed even through the haze of his trance.
“Thank you for being so honest with me, Alex.” Dr. Wells balanced the clipboard on his knee and wrote Alex - I ♡ my pussy in large, clear handwriting. He then proceeded to peel the sticker off and press it down just above Alex’s clit, giving it a few pats to make sure it would stick. Once that was taken care of, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a quick photo, making sure to clearly capture Alex’s pussy, name tag, and face. The sweet little hole was already starting to dribble a bit of pussy juice down Alex’s perineum, and Dr. Wells gave it one last fond glance as he stood and moved on to another patient.
Next in line was the brunet who had proven so susceptible to even the early stages of hypnosis. He was sitting with his knees bent and his thighs splayed wide apart, spreading his pussy lips with one hand and pointing to his stiff little clit with the other.
“Hi there! What’s your name?” Dr. Wells asked, lowering himself onto his haunches once again. It was a good thing that he and Erik did couples yoga pretty regularly, or his knees would be complaining a lot more than they already were.
“’m Eli,” came the slurred reply. Dr. Wells smiled at the adorably dazed expression on his face, fighting the urge to ruffle his hair.
“It’s nice to meet you, Eli. Which body part are you pointing to?”
“...My t-dick,” Eli told him after a bit of hesitation, his lower lip wobbling a bit.
“Good boy, Eli, thank you!” Dr. Wells chose a name tag that was nearly the same blue as Eli’s eyes and wrote Eli - I ♡ my clitty before sticking it in about the same place as Alex’s sticker and taking a picture with his phone.
When he turned to the next person in the circle, Dr. Wells couldn’t contain a gasp. Will was placidly standing in front of his chair, pointing at tits that were so large that they couldn’t be classified as anything but udders. They were temptingly round and considerably bigger than Will’s head, flopping so far down his abdomen that they nearly reached his belly button.
“Hi Will! What are you pointing at?” Dr. Wells asked with a smirk.
Will flushed bright pink and said, “My chest,” with an air of defeat.
“Thank you, sweetheart!” Dr. Wells pursed his lips as he wrote out Will - I ♡ my udders on a pale yellow name tag and stuck it right in between those massive, swaying tits. Will was one of the older members of the group, and the top surgery fundraiser on his Twitter had been almost completely funded when Dr. Wells had looked him up to do a bit of background research. It was a good thing Will had contacted him when he did, because these beautiful, fat titties weren’t going anywhere on his watch. He had to step back a bit to take a picture that included both Will’s face and the entire massive span of his tits, which made it easy to turn to the next patient.
Will was followed by Sebastian - I ♡ my voice , Caleb - I ♡ my womb , Luke - I ♡ my thighs , and Ethan - I ♡ my ass. Finally, it was time for the last introduction: Xander.
Xander was standing in a very similar position to Will, except both of his index fingers were poking directly into his puffy, pink areolae. Dr. Wells approached him with a smug grin, pleased to see that his tits were nice and fat, second only to Will in size.
“Hi Xander! What are you pointing at?”
“My nipples,” Xander said, still managing to sound a bit annoyed even without a hint of conscious thought behind those pretty blue eyes.
“Very good, Xander!” Dr. Wells praised him. He took great satisfaction in writing Xander - I ♡ my teats on a bright purple nametag and pressing it onto one of Xander’s tits with just a bit more force than strictly necessary. “Let your tongue fall out of your mouth a little and drool a bit… There you go, good boy!”
Dr. Wells took the last picture just as a string of drool dangled off the tip of Xander’s lolling tongue, giving him a dumb, slutty expression. He pocketed his phone and walked back over to stow the clipboard in his bag once again.
“You’ve all done a very good job! Everyone but Xander, go ahead and sit down in a chair with your thighs spread on either side of your seats.”
Dr. Wells walked back up to Xander and leaned in close to murmur in his ear. “You’re comfortable with me touching you wherever and however I want. Whenever I touch you, you will begin to feel aroused, and prolonged physical contact with me will make you feel incredibly horny.”
With that, he guided Xander toward a chair and sat down, tugging Xander down to straddle his lap with his back pressed against Dr. Wells’ chest. He hooked his chin over Xander’s shoulder and surveyed the group.
“Thank you all for being so good during our icebreaker! Unfortunately, I noticed that many of you seem to be a bit misguided about what to call certain parts of your anatomy, so I figure that it’s time for a little refresher. I want you all to watch Xander to see which part of his body I’m touching, then touch yourselves in the same place. I will tell you the correct name or names for that body part, and then I will ask one of you to repeat one of those names back to me. Alright?”
He chuckled when he received a few sluggish nods in response. “Okay, let’s begin.”
Dr. Wells slid his hands up Xander’s stomach to grope both of his tits, greedily sinking his fingers into the plush curves of them. “You may be tempted to just refer to these as your chest, but that wouldn’t be doing them justice at all.” He looked around and smiled when he saw Will’s dainty hands barely making a dent in his massive udders, which was juxtaposed comically with Alex covering his little tits almost entirely with just his palms. “You will never call these just your chest again. These are your tits, titties, or boobies, okay? And for those of you with fatter tits, like Xander or Will… Well, these could also be your udders.”
Dr. Wells looked up and made direct eye contact with Will. “Will, what are you holding right now?”
Will’s face was bright red now, but he still managed to stammer out, “M-my udders.”
“Good job! Now, just for a quick reminder,” Dr. Wells adjusted his grip until he was pinching the peaked tips of Xander’s nipples. “You can call these your nipples, but you should also try to call them your teats sometimes. After all, it feels so good to tug on them!”
Xander let out a breathy moan as Dr. Wells squeezed and pulled at his teats like he was trying to milk him; the room quickly filled with slutty little noises as the rest of the group obediently tugged on their own nipples.
“Very good! Moving on…” Dr. Wells reluctantly released Xander’s tits to part his pussy lips with two fingers, leaving the straining little nub of his clit nestled in the V of his fingers. Xander squeaked as Dr. Wells nudged at it with the index finger of his other hand. “Now this silly little thing… this is not your t-dick. This is not your cock, your dick, or any other word that you would typically apply to a cis man’s genitalia.”
Dr. Wells swept his eyes around the room, being sure to make eye contact with each of his new patients as he spoke. “This sweet little nub is your clit, or your clitty. The thought of calling it something else seems completely ridiculous to you, since it’s so small and pink that it doesn’t resemble a real cock at all. Eli, what do you call this?” He asked, jabbing at Xander’s clit for emphasis.
Eli looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes and said, “It’s my clitty, sir!”
Dr. Wells beamed at him. “What a good boy you are! Now, let me show you how to properly touch your clitty to make it feel good.”
Using two fingers, Dr. Wells started rubbing firm circles around Xander’s swollen, straining clit. Xander’s breath caught on a moan as he instinctively humped the little nub against Dr. Wells’ attentive fingers.
“From now on, you will only rub your clit with one or two fingers when you masturbate. You can rub it at whatever speed you want, but you should never try to pinch it or stroke it like it’s anything other than the cute little clitty it is.”
Dr. Wells indulged himself by continuing to rub Xander’s clit for nearly a full minute. Xander’s pussy was already dripping a pathetic little puddle onto his slacks, and the rest of the group seemed to be in a similar state of arousal. Slick, sloppy noises seemed to echo around the little room as Dr. Wells encouraged his new patients to spread their pussy lips and shamelessly masturbate in front of him. Alex’s pussy was particularly lovely, since his fine pubic hair barely did anything to obscure how flushed and puffy his cunt lips were. His clit also looked smaller than many of the others’, seeming adorably tiny in comparison to Eli and Ethans’ swollen, pumped clits.
Finally, Dr. Wells stroked his fingers down between Xander’s dripping inner labia and plunged them into his cunt. It was a tight, clenching squeeze, but that wasn’t a surprise. After all, Dr. Wells was almost certain that none of these adorable little pussies had come anywhere near a cock in years, if they ever had at all.
“Last, but not least… This is not your front hole. This is your pussy or your cunt. You will never try to pretend it’s anything else or even call it anything else, because you love your pussy.” Dr. Wells began thrusting his fingers in and out of Xander’s pussy; the room once again filled with obscene squelching noises, and he grinned in satisfaction as he scanned the room to see all eight pink, dripping pussies opening eagerly around their owners’ fingers. “Alex, what are you fingering right now?”
Alex shuddered and curled his fingers inside his cunt. “I’m- ah! I’m fingering my pussy,” he responded in a breathy voice.
“Very good. And how do you feel about your pussy?” Dr. Wells asked him, teasing a finger around the very tip of Xander’s clit.
“I lo-ove my pussy,” Alex moaned, his hips twitching helplessly as he mirrored Dr. Wells’ movements.
“That’s right. And you’re still a man, aren’t you? Nothing has changed about your gender just because you’ve come to accept and even love the soft, sweet cunt between your legs.”
Dr. Wells pinched one of Xander’s nipples again, tugging on it in tandem with the thrust of his fingers inside the boy’s drooling pussy. “I’m going to guide you through a series of affirmations, and as you say them out loud, they will immediately implant themselves in your mind and become the truth. Now, repeat after me: I am a man with a pussy.”
“I am a man with a pussy,” they all droned in response, even Xander, who was panting breathlessly in Dr. Wells’ ear.
“I love my pussy, and that doesn’t make me any less of a man.”
The whole group obediently repeated him again, and Dr. Wells firmly stroked his thumb across Xander’s clit as a reward.
“I am a man with titties,” he said, cupping the underside of Xander’s left tit and bouncing it in his palm.
“I am a man with titties…” Will could barely lift one of his tits with one hand, and Dr. Wells stifled a laugh in the side of Xander’s neck at the sight of him straining to follow orders.
“I love my titties, and that doesn’t make me any less of a man.” Dr. Wells accelerated the pace of his fingers inside Xander’s pussy as he spoke; he started rubbing steady circles around Xander’s clit just as the group started to repeat him, too, making some of them moan out their responses in desperate, slutty voices.
“Good job, everyone! You can stop repeating me now. In a moment, I’m going to give you some final directions for today before ordering you to come. Once I give that order, each of you will have a sudden, intense orgasm that permanently locks all of my orders in place in your minds. As soon as that orgasm ends, you will stand up, give your name tags back to me, put all of your clothes back on, and sit down in your chair how you normally would. Got it?” He once again was met with a round of dazed nodding, which was enough of a response for him. “Alright! Now listen up: You will never again confront, insult, or complain about someone because of their gender or gender presentation. After all, you’re all men who are very comfortable with having pussies and tits.”
Dr. Wells pulled his fingers out of Xander’s cunt and hooked his arms under his thighs, spreading them wide enough to put his pussy on full display. “You will not remember anything that happened while you were in this trance, but you will still subconsciously follow all of the orders I have given you and remember the correct terminology for your bodies. Before you leave this room today, each of you will talk to me to set up an individual followup appointment at my office in the coming week. You will arrive at least five minutes early for your appointment, and you will be happy and grateful that I have agreed to see you without charging any additional money.”
Dr. Wells looked around the room with an anticipatory grin. His mouth was practically watering at the sight of the delicate, pink vulvas, stiff little clits of all shapes and sizes, and eager, dripping cunts hiding between all eight pairs of obediently spread thighs. He would have to bring his GoPro for the next group meeting so he could get even more footage of his new patients’ beautiful bodies.
“You’ve all been very good for me today. Now… Come!”