hi! could you do a story with hypnosis that starts slowly? I've always thought about a story where a exchange student is staying at this girls house as part of the program, (they are both the same age) and suddenly her underwear starts showing up with holes in it, she starts waking up really wet, and so on and so on
Cheyenne doesn't know what to expect what she's paired with Jasmine for the year. The Coast-to-Coast program pairs students in the same degree program across the two universities, each of whom spend a semester living with the other person going to classes together. Cheyenne will join Jasmine on the East Coast for the first semester, and then Jasmine will come live with Cheyenne on the West Coast for the second semester.
Jasmine's friendly--a bit less studious than Cheyenne, maybe, but she knows most people are--and while she technically lives at home and commutes to university, her home is practically on campus and her parents seem to never be around. She plays music all the time, and these weird meditation tapes--literal tapes, with an old-fashioned cassette player and everything--but Cheyenne tunes those out pretty quickly.
For the first couple weeks, it's normal.
Then half of her panties come out of the washer with tears right down the middle, and Jasmine laughs and says, "Oh god, is it doing that again? This washer's been tearing up clothes for years."
Cheyenne tries to mostly stick with the un-torn panties, but she can't afford to just replace all of them, so sometimes she's stuck with the ones with the tear right in the middle of the crotch, so her labia sticks out. She has to wear those with skirts, because the seam of pants rubs against her all day.
Then the wet dreams start. Tongues and fingers on her nipples, her clit, fucking her cunt. She wakes up soaking wet, humping the bed. Sometimes she wakes up already rubbing her clit, like she can't help herself.
Within a month, she can't make herself cum anymore, no matter how hard she tries. Fingers, dildo, vibrator, those weighted balls she shoves up her cunt and walks around with because they're supposed to help with pleasure. She's never had the easiest time cumming, but now it seems to have stopped altogether.
She starts to drift to sleep on the couch now, sometimes, and wakes up from those same wet dreams, rubbing furiously at her clit like somehow this time it might work.
It's inevitable that Jasmine eventually catches her. She smiles down at Cheyenne who is sitting sprawled out out the couch with her skirt hiked up, finger-fucking herself through the tear in her panties, and says, "You look like you could use some help."
"Please," Cheyenne moans. "Please just make me cum."
"Oh, don't worry," Jasmine tells her tugging Cheyenne's hand away to slide a rabbit vibrator into Cheyenne's leaking cunt. "You'll certainly cum. And cum. And cum. And by the time the semester is over and we head to your home, you'll be my perfect little slut."
