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Hypnotherapy was always regarded as pseudo-scientific rubbish by Michael. Run of the mill bullshit that wouldn't work on him all while charging an arm and a leg. Regardless, when his more mystical friends suggested it as a means to overcome his worries and anxieties he reluctantly accepted. They had secured him a deal, it would be rude to refuse.

The procedure started pretty typically, it was almost a caricature of hypnotism. A bearded, bespectacled man with a pendulum telling him that he was getting very sleepy and that he would soon find himself on a sandy, tranquil shore. But as the therapist's penetrating deep voice continued its descriptions, images of crashing waves and palm trees seeping deeper into Michael's subconscious, he found his self-control slip. A slackening of the limbs until... sleep.

Their eyes squinted open in the milky light of mid-afternoon. The distant call of a seagull and the water's slow effacement of the sand sounded pleasant to their ears. Where were they? Who were they? A glance down at their curvaceous body, their supple breasts cradled in a tight blue swimsuit, provided little answers but a joy they had not felt in years.

Description

Hey everyone! I now have a patreon! Exclusive NSFW TG content with some perks awaits
www.patreon.com/user?u=3226662…

Hypnotherapy was always regarded as pseudo-scientific rubbish by Michael. Run of the mill bullshit that wouldn't work on him all while charging an arm and a leg. Regardless, when his more mystical friends suggested it as a means to overcome his worries and anxieties he reluctantly accepted. They had secured him a deal, it would be rude to refuse.

The procedure started pretty typically, it was almost a caricature of hypnotism. A bearded, bespectacled man with a pendulum telling him that he was getting very sleepy and that he would soon find himself on a sandy, tranquil shore. But as the therapist's penetrating deep voice continued its descriptions, images of crashing waves and palm trees seeping deeper into Michael's subconscious, he found his self-control slip. A slackening of the limbs until... sleep.

Their eyes squinted open in the milky light of mid-afternoon. The distant call of a seagull and the water's slow effacement of the sand sounded pleasant to their ears. Where were they? Who were they? A glance down at their curvaceous body, their supple breasts cradled in a tight blue swimsuit, provided little answers but a joy they had not felt in years.