Investigation gone wrong

Sam never really enjoyed my profession of being an investigator, especially because it somewhat made it difficult for him to meet that special someone and make a relationship. Despite being quite tall and handsome with blonde hair and white skin, he never could get a girlfriend because he always looked into a date’s background or asked too many questions about their personal life. 

Right now though he had a job, which was about some guy thinking a therapist manipulated his ex-girlfriend to leave him after a week of therapy. Sam didn't really believe that, as the therapist probably just talked about her relationship and at best made her have some doubts if it was the one she wanted to remain in. Whatever the case, Sam didn't care too much, but still took the job for the money.

However, booking an appointment proved more difficult than expected thanks to the therapist only taking on women as his clients, so Sam had to use a genderswap pill to change himself into a woman. It took him by surprise to find himself, or rather herself, as a short Asian beauty with black hair and a voluptuous figure. “Huh… Might play around with this after the job is done.” Sam, calling himself Sammie in this form, gave her new breasts a light fondling.

Sammie got the appointment finally and went in the next day to meet the therapist, but already she had further doubts of any foul play as the room looked so normal and the therapist looked like a textbook guy! She still planned to get through the session though and took a seat, not noticing the faint ticking from the metronome on the therapist's desk. “Since this is your first session, I'll ask something easy… What's been bothering you in your life?”

She had planned to lie, after all she didn't plan to come back here after today, but her mouth opened and the truth spilled out to her shock. “I'm just so lonely… I have trust issues and can't meet someone who I don't suspect is lying to me… And I have a nasty habit of smoking.” Sammie didn't understand why she just said all that, especially when it was all true! “I'm sorry to hear that, but I can help you with your problems.”

Sammie wanted to call it quits and get out now because she was slightly freaked out, but when she stood up, the therapist snapped his fingers and she instantly sat back down with her hands on her lap and feeling a twinge of arousal. “Sorry, but you paid for the full session after all… I know what I can do! I'll put a hypnotic suggestion that'll make you quit smoking.” For some reason, that made Sammie quite uneasy, but it seems she didn't have a choice as the therapist began.

He merely gestures to the metronome and Sammie couldn't break her gaze from the ticking device, while the therapist began burrowing his way into her mind. “With each passing tick, I want your smoking addiction to vanish, to be replaced by an oral addiction where you need to suck on something at least once a day.” Sammie didn't even hear the words, her eyes spinning in their sockets, as her mouth hung wide open as drool dripped down her chin. “N-No more smoking addiction… New o-oral addiction…” 

Sammie merely blinked and everything was shifting around her, before she suddenly found herself back at her house and sitting in the living room. “Huh..? What just… I don't understand…” She had completely blacked out and had no idea how she got home, but before she could ask anymore questions, she got a call on her phone and answered it. “Hello..?” A snap echoed through the phone and her eyes went dazed for a second, while her mouth started to salivate like crazy. 

Staying on the phone, Sammie quickly made her way into the kitchen and found a banana, peeling it without hesitation and desperately slurping on it. Almost immediately her hips bucked forward as juices gushed from her tight pussy, making a mess of her panties and booty shorts. “Mm!~” Her eyes rolled back as she kept suckling on the banana and creaming her panties, all while the therapist listened through the phone. He snapped again and ended the call, leaving Sammie to snap out of it as she just started eating the banana, unaware of the danger she is in.

The next day Sammie found herself at the therapist again, apparently having made another appointment without realizing, until she was called in. “Today I want to ask if you smoked at all since yesterday.” A simple question and Sammie answered honestly. “No, I just ate a banana when I thought about smoking…” The therapist smiled and would stand up, walking towards her. “I'm glad to see that it's working, but just to be sure.” Sammie was about to ask what he meant, until she watched and felt his fingertips touch her lips.

She wanted to wake at him and tell him to back off, but as the therapist caressed her lips and even started to stick fingers into her mouth, Sammie found herself gripping the cushions on the couch, while her pussy was growing wet with arousal. Her lips quivered at his touch and she couldn't move a muscle, while her mouth was played with like it was the most casual thing. “I think you need to work on your oral addiction some more… I have a tool for that.” 

The second his fingers left Sammie’s mouth alone, she relaxed and panted softly as her pussy calmed down and lips stopped quivering. “W-What kind of tool..?” She got her answer fairly fast as the therapists pulled out a glass rod, which was really a dildo. “This should help you immensely! Give it a try.” The therapist handed it to Sammie, but she hesitated a little. A snap of his fingers and her eyes glazed over as the glass dildo slipped past her lips… Than everything went blank again, before Sammie found herself once again sitting in her living room and hungrily slurping on the glass dildo.

Her eyes widened and she immediately stopped, frantically trying to make sense of what just happened, before her lips started to quiver and her mouth produced drool nonstop. “Ugh… Mmm~” Sammie couldn't do anything else, but start sucking on the glass dildo again, which alleviated the symptoms and made her relax again. Little did she know, but she barely remembered why she even went to go see the therapist in the first place… It didn't help that her pussy was drooling juices, while her mind was crumbling.

The third session was quite different, at least Sammie thought so because the therapist had her sitting on his lap this time and she kept trying to find out why. “I don't really see how this helps me… Can I get off?” He just shook his head, before placing a hand on her lap. Sammie tried to stand up to get away, but he snapped his fingers and she instantly leaned back against him. “That's better! Now, let's see how your oral addiction is going.” Sammie felt his other hand playing with her lips like last time, but also really violating her as he basically fingerfucked her mouth.

Sammie couldn't even resist at all as she was too busy grinding her plump ass into his lap, while the front of her tight pants grew damp with juices thanks to her squirting cunt. He seemed to be enjoying her reaction, especially as she slurped on his fingers like a desperate whore, while her soaked crotch got rubbed by his other hand. “I need you to forget your life… After all, I want a new plaything.” His words were like daggers sinking into her mind, cutting away details of her real life as a man. 

Several minutes of this and Sammie was a drooling mess, practically grinding on the therapist as she left his fingers either covered in her saliva or juices. However, a snap from the therapist had her standing up and forgetting everything that just happened. “Huh… I feel weirdly relaxed… Maybe this therapy was a good idea.” Her eyes were blank as she said this and the therapist pulled out a dildo copy of his own cock, handing it to Sammie. “Head on home and this time make sure you suck on that tool till you fall asleep.”

Slipping the dildo into her mouth, Sammie moaned around the silicone toy, before leaving the therapist’s office to head back home. The whole time she was deepthroating the dildo, even almost swallowing it whole by accident, but she managed to avoid that and kept sucking away at her latest oral toy. And before she knew it, Sammie snapped out of the trance once she sat on her living room couch, her eyes wide in shock as she was face fucking herself with the dildo like a complete slut. 

All attempts to stop herself proved impossible, as she just couldn't stop slurping away on the dildo and before long she just forgot about it for the time being, using her free hand to start searching up some information on the therapist as something was clearly wrong. However, the second she typed in anything regarding him, her pussy violently started spraying juices thanks to a failsafe by the therapist that caused her to orgasm her last train of thought out of her cunt. “Wha…?~ Mm~” Sammie shrugged as she focused on the dildo some more.

The fourth session came and Sammie had this nagging feeling that she needed to get help, but nonetheless she showed up at the therapist’s office and sat down on his lap without even being told to do so. “I think today is the day that you stop having problems in your life.” His words made her confused for a second, but when she felt something hard poking at her ass, she stood up quickly. “W-Wait I'm not-” A snap of his fingers and Sammie instantly dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes wide with shock, while drool dripped down her chin.

“It's time I fully control your mind, so every second you're sucking my cock, you'll forget your old life and only ever remember being my little Asian whore.” Sammie tried to move, to say something, but she remained frozen in place with her mouth agape. He unbuckled his pants and slowly pulled his cock eye, the sight alone making Sammie's pussy clench and spasm in need. However, her mouth was far worse as she drooled a river at the sight of his manhood. 

The therapist grabbed the back of her head and guided her closer, before slipping his tip past her lips. Without a single ounce of hesitation, Sammie started to deepthroat his cock and slurp on it like her life depended on it, which was fairly true as each second was chipping away at her memories of ever being a man. Thankfully she wore a skirt today, as juices sprayed easily through her panties and started making a puddle on the floor, much to the therapist’s amusement. “You've become quite the oral whore.”

The seconds turned into minutes and that eventually led to a full hour and by such a point, Sam was simply gone for good, replaced by Sammie, who was nothing else, but a mere whore for the therapist to play with. The mess of juices on the floor made the room stink of sex, while Sammie didn't slow down for a second when it came to suckling on her master's delicious cock. “That should do it… but just to be safe.” He let out a low groan, before giving Sammie a hot load in her mouth, which she swallowed with joy as her pussy let out one final gush of juices from her hundredth orgasm.

“I guess that's the end of our sessions, but you'll be staying with me from now on.” He smirked at his latest plaything and her slutty ahegao plastered on her face after being so utterly brainwashed into a lowly whore. However, Sammie snapped out of her little mind numbed state and licked her lips, before standing up and beginning to strip naked. He was a little surprised by this, as he didn't order her to do anything further, but before long he watched a naked Sammie sit on the office couch, a blanket barely covering her naughty bits as she gestures for him to come.

“Don't keep me waiting Master~ My pussy is aching for your cock to ravage it… So pretty please?~” Sammie continued to beckon him and he just couldn't see himself turning down such a request and soon he approached the asian whore, his spent cock already erect again. “You're gonna be my little blowjob queen, but I wouldn't mind using your other mouth.” Sammie bit her bottom lip in glee, as her master yanked away the blanket and simply plunged his cock into the depths of her soaked cunt. She wasn't the first of his many whores and she certainly wouldn't be the last.

The end~

Requested by Anon