Weekend Therapy

Then the Technician took him out of the room. Meeting up Amanda, he tried to remember had her hair always been that platinum blond and she had always worn pigtails. He couldn't remember but Amanda seemed to be happy, which put him at ease, and he smiled at her.

"Like oh my you look so adorable."

Amanda squealed, tackling him into a hug and squeezing his tightly to her. Wiggling her body over him, he could feel her taut nipples through her top. Which put him on edge. The sensation felt so good. He thought as he hugged his wife, happy to see her. Pulling himself free he looked at her over again still confused.

"You look really yummy also baby."

He blinked wondering where in the world that had come from. Biting his lip and shaking his head. His wife grinned, motioning for him to come along leaning down into him, her lips creasing his ear causing him to moan.

"Like let's head up to the room, I am super horny."

She grinned, grabbing his backside and giving it a squeeze, his cheeks turning dark red as he nodded, feeling he was horny also biting his lip. He let his wife lead him back to their motel suite, happy to let someone else take charge. Which was out of character for him. He liked being in charge normally but right now he just felt it was easier to let someone else take care of things.

Making it up to their hotel room his wife giggled and kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue pushing into his mouth exploring, more aggressively than she ever had before. While doing so she pushed him back onto the bed pushing him down onto it. Her fingers grabbing at the low-cut sweats and pulling them off him. Admiring the way his package looked in the thong panties he was wearing.

She then casually slipped his top off leaning over him and kissing each of his nipples teasing them with her tongue and teeth. Watching him squirm under her gasping and whimpering with pleasure, before she pulled off her own top. Her fat breast dropped from the confining fabric. She lifted just enough to wiggle off her pants. Leaving her own thong on. She looked down at him.

"Fuck your like totally so cute."

She said as she leaned down kissing him once again, not even giving him time to respond before their lips met. Pulling free he looked up gasping and blinking. Rob had never been so dominated in the bedroom and he sort of liked it as his wife smiled down at him.

"I know what I totally want."

She winked and picked herself up, turning herself around, presenting herself for him and making sure he knew exactly what she wanted and desired. She was a tiger in the bedroom tonight. It didn't take her long before she had herself so worked up that she was practically drooling from her nether lips, as she scooted up making sure to offer him her tangly tantalizing little cunt.

She smiled watching his cock throb and push against the soft fabric of his thong. One of her fingers softly creased the tip as it wantonly wept. She watched him become more and more excited until he finally exploded without warning, coating the inside of his panties in his weak discharge.

Hearing his muffled anguished cries of a ruined orgasm. She continued to grind herself on his face and lips until she moaned and exploded, coating his face in her juices. Smiling, she pulled off him and scooted up close, kissing him right on the lips. Tasting herself as he pleaded to fuck her. Ignoring it as though it wasn't even being said. She smiled and cuddled up to him, soon nodding off.

Rob was frustrated and unsure of what had just happened. He was Satisfied yet horny as hell. The more he tried to make light of the situation, tried to understand it but just couldn't. The worst part was the more he tried the more confused and harder it became to figure it out. Until finally he just cuddled up with his wife falling asleep, his cum drying in his panties and her cum drying on his face.

Waking up that morning sticking to the sheets, his body soaked in sweat. Rob blinked his eyes, his dreams so lucid, vivid, and sexual. He had dreamed of everything from pleasuring his wife to being pleasured by a mind. They also all felt so real, and he had dreamed his body had changed as this was happening. That he had become more feminine and more wanton. He was no longer satisfied with just his wife but needed more.

He thought as he stumbled bleary eyed to the bathroom. His body felt achy and wrong as he started up the warm shower. The steam rose in the bathroom as he took a breath. Stepping into the warm stream and feeling some of those aches washed away. Lathering up he couldn't help but notice how odd his body felt like an Alien as he washed.

Finishing up his washing he stepped out grabbing one of the towels. Noticing how foreign his body's movements had become. Drying off the mirror, taking a deep breath, he looked at himself stunned, his eyes wide. His reflection caused him to gasp as he touched his face, looking back at him was his sister. He had her full lips, round eyes and button nose. He had cheeks and a chin that was round like hers but still masculine like he thought he was.

Then he remembered he didn't have a sister which left him dazed and confused. A fog ascended on to his mind. Muddling his thoughts as he blinked looking in the mirror at his face, remembering it had always been his face. He wasn't sure where the past confusion came from as his program tripped tumblers inside his mind. The trances the previous day gaslighting him into thinking this had always been.

As his eyes continued to explore he gasped, his waist seemed narrower, but it was his waist nothing had changed. His stomach was also far more toned and there seemed to be a layer of fat that left him looking smaller and demur. The further down his eyes went through the more changes it appeared had happened.

His hips were full and thick, and his butt was a heart shaped bubble that had plenty of cushioning. His first thoughts when he looked at his backside were lewd. The thought of how good it feels to be stuffed how much fun it be to hot dog some guy between those fat cheeks teasing him until the guy fucked him good. Shaking his head. He knew this had always been his body. He still felt it was new and alien.

Instead, he focused on his hands, noticing the nails and how slender and sleek his fingers were. His hands felt smaller but when he took his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth. They were his hands. They picked up his pink toothbrush and he easily moved them. The motion of brushing his teeth filled him with more lewd thoughts. Focusing on his lips he couldn't help but notice for the first time how puffy and swollen they were. He had a set of what boys would call DSL lips or lips made to suck dick. The thought of wrapping them around a hard swollen shaft sent a shiver through him.

Putting down his toothbrush and spitting into the sink he shook his head. Trying to wrap it around everything that was happening. His mind felt like it was in utter chaos even though he felt calm. His fingers coming up and touching his lips sending a shiver through him. The sensitivity was so much more than he expected. He whimpered, his cock throbbing into the air at full attention.

His eyes were drawn directly to his cock as it throbbed and he gasped, there was no way he was so much smaller like three inches, and he was so thin he couldn't have been bigger around than a roll of candy. His cock looked so svelte as he looked down at it bobbing and throbbing in the bathroom air. Shaking his head, he wanted to cry but felt completely fine.

Turning around to call Amanda she slides up behind him, her soft delicate hands sliding around his waist as she kisses his neck. Her massive breast pushing into his back. Had they always been that big, he wondered? He wasn't given any time to think about this as she whispered into his ear.

"You look so yummy sweetie, and you smell so good. I love this body wash you are using. It makes you smell perfectly divine. We do have our therapy appointment though, so we don't have time."

She pouted her delicate fingers roaming over his body, finding his nipples she casually tweaked the little nubs watching him squirm and his cock get wet with excitement. Her fingers continued to work them until he whimpered and moaned. His cock produced a thin stream of semen splashing the bathroom counter. She reached down, mopping up the weak stream with her fingers and plopping it into her mouth.

Sucking the cum from her fingertips before leaning in and kissing him directly on the lips, the cum on her tongue being pushed into his mouth as he tasted himself, wanting to shy away but at the same time feeling so good as more tumblers inside his brain turned. He sucked, on her tongue squirming feeling a wanton lust blooming inside him.

"There we go, let's get ready. The hotel sent up another outfit since they still hadn't located your things."

His wife smiled as he nodded unsure of what to say, as his mind processed that he just ate his own cum. That he had enjoyed it so completely. That he wanted more licking his lips trying to get every last ounce of its delicious flavor. He followed his wife into the hotel suit proper.

"I can't"

Was all he said as he looked at the outfit laid out on the bed for him. The disheveled covers lay in a heap soaked in sweat. He could tell no maid had come but this was just his mind trying to reconcile with the fact that his wife wanted him to wear what was laid out.

"Sweetie you be good and put on your outfit. I am going to go take my shower. I need to freshen up also."

Nodding his head, he felt another tumbler click into place. He didn't want to wear it but he would do as she told him. Watching her ass wiggle he wondered if she always had such a ludicrously big butt. It was almost as big as his and her waist was a lot smaller. He had to guess she was easily an FF cup up top. It was like someone had bolted a couple of basketballs to her chest. They were so round and unnatural looking though soft, perky, and defied gravity. He knew how much his wife loved her body. She did look good; her lips were almost so big she would have spoken with a lisp.

He shook his head knowing he put it off long enough, he had to do what he was told. She expects him to be dressed by the time she gets out. He nibbled his lips picking up the panties, the pink piping on the outside and white cotton fabric of the center. Had a cute little bunny silk screened in the center. Slipping them up his thighs. He couldn't deny how good the fabric felt against his skin. They fit perfectly cupping his meager little package leaving him with just a hint of bulge. The back part snapping perfectly between his cheeks. He was left blushing.

Next was the more embarrassing part as he grabbed the pastel pink and white plaid skirt that matched his fingernails. Had his fingernails always been painted such a pastel pink? He could remember him and Amanda sitting down and doing their nails. They must have always been right. He wondered as he pulled the skirt up, finding it sat right below his butt cheeks. He bent over just a little, he would be giving everyone a view of his cute little backside or his bulge.

Taking a deep breath, he had to admit the skirt fit perfectly, it hugged his hips but didn't feel too restrictive. He could remember wearing boy clothing or trying to and always finding it hard to find a fit that worked. Especially with his unique body shape. He had always worn girl clothing because it was just more comfortable. That was one of the great things about his wife, how accepting she was of his quirks she even found them enduring.

Sitting down on the bed he decided he might as well put his socks on next, pulling up the white socks that had the tops trimmed in pastel pink he felt the soft fabric gliding up his leg causing his cock to twitch. Happy he was already spent he wasn't worried about Cumming in his cute panties. Pulling the thigh high socks up he smiled loving the way they accented his perfectly toned thighs. He put a lot of work into keeping in shape making sure he looked as yummy as possible.

Slipping his feet into his pink designer tennis shoes he smiled, looking down at himself. The only thing he was missing was. His Hoodie, thankfully he didn't need a bra with his flat chest. He took the hoodie and slipped it over his head feeling the soft fabric rub his nipples causing him to moan. Pulling his hands thought the arm holes and his head popping out of the oversized hoodie that was several sizes too big. His hands hardly clear the arm holes. He giggled, feeling simply cute and demur as he started to dance in the middle of the hotel room.

"I see someone is enjoying themselves."

Amanda chuckled naked watching her husband dance around in his pink livery. Smiling and happy with how well the stay had gone. She chewed her lips feeling herself getting wet at the very sight of him. She had enjoyed her masculine husband, but this new version was so much better. He seemed so much happier. Though the big reveal was still to come, she giggled thinking about coming and how much of it they would be doing later.

"Yea, I feel cute, and you were totally right about the outfit, I don't know what's been coming over me."

"It's ok sweetie what matters is your comfort and happiness."

Amanda responded as she went over and got her own outfit out. A low low-cut dress that hardly hides anything. She didn't bother with a bra or even panties. She carefully wiggled herself into the dress. The fabric was so sheer it did little to hide her and the cut so low. That the tops of her backside showed. If she bent over she would be flashing everyone her cunt. Sitting would also flash her cunt. Her tits were practically on full display with the cleavage. She loved it and felt so hot.

The final piece of her outfit was a pair of six-inch platforms. That allowed her to tower over her husband. Grinning, she took out one final piece to her husband's outfit. Licking her lips, she knew what this would do, she couldn't wait.

"Hmm Baby I think you're missing something, come over here?"

Nodding his head he stepped over to his wife looking up at her.

"Turn around and face away from me."

He quickly turned looking forward, wondering what she had planned, as he felt something thick and cold wrapped around his neck. Tightening, he heard a click that caused him to jump and another tumbler inside his head fell. This one unlocked a new side to his personality, as he felt the need and desire to be more demure and more submissive. He desired it much as a dying man might desire water. It wouldn't manifest in such an aggressive way. Instead, he is far quicker to agree and far more likely to please.

"Perfect baby, you needed something around your neck."

Touching the collar Rob felt perfect and she was 100% right. He really needed something around his neck. The snug fit made him feel safe as she smiled up at his wife. His previous thoughts of asking her if that was a bit too revealing were squashed. Gasping as he checked out. The clock near the bed.

"Hun we are going to be late for our appointment."

Blinking a few times Amanda looked over at the clock letting out a cute little sigh.

"Damn I can be such an airhead, grab your clutch sweetie and let's head out."

Nodding his head Rob did exactly that and headed out the door, following closely behind Amanda as she led them through the hotel. Taking them directly to where they needed to go. He didn't even question how she was able to navigate so easily through the hotel.

He was far to focus on how he looked, and all the eyes that seemed to be drinking him in. Men and women both seemed to be taking his measure. He wondered how many of them thought he was cute. He knew he looked like a girl and even walked like a girl. His voice was a little higher pitched almost like he never hit puberty, so he sounded like a girl.

"Hello there, you must be Rob and Amanda."

The sweet voice startled him as his cheeks turned pink, he was so lost in thought that he hadn't even noticed that he had stepped into the therapist's office. Though she didn't seem to mind as she sat on her desk smiling at the pair. The Therapist looking much like Amanda did and he could see her bare cunt with just a few shaggy wisp of red hair outlining the top.

"I am so excited to have you two with me today, so why don't you tell me what brought you with us today."

Amanda quickly took the lead explaining how Rob just couldn't satisfy her sexually. She still loved him deeply. She wanted to be with him though. She just needed a good hard pounding and a real cock. She then made Rob stand and pull up his skirt showing off his tiny little bulge as the therapist nodded. Taking it all in.

"I see, and I can see how Rob wouldn't be very satisfying to a woman. Especially how small he is. Rob, why do you think you're so upset with your wife? I mean, can't you understand how she feels? Perhaps there is more to this than you're letting on."

Rob blushed, biting his lip embarrassed about how the two ladies had been talking about him but knowing deep down inside it was all true.

"I don't know, I mean the thought of my best friend Mark with my wife just. I don't know."

He blushed, looking away feeling there was more that needed to be said. He wasn't able to make the words come out, least not yet.

"I don't know, we've been friends since elementary school. He was always there for me. We know everything about each other. He never judged me for my strange looks or desires. He even pushed me to dress more umm feminine. He was my backbone when I met my wife."

The therapist nodded and looked at Rob smiling before speaking, clearing her throat.

"How do you feel about boys, have you ever been attracted to them?"

Rob blinked as Amanda snickered knowing what was coming.

"I I don't like boys."

He stuttered, the words feeling hollow even as he spoke them out loud. He knew it was more of a lie than not. He was trying to compensate for something.

"You do know especially nowadays it's ok to like boys and girls. That being Bisexual is completely acceptable."

"Yea but there's no way Mark would."

He trailed off, thinking of all the times Mark had tried to get him to dress more slutty or feminine. How Mark would come over and play games. Having Rob sit in his lap, and how that one incident when they all were drunk and Mark had said how much he loved Rob wished things had been different.

"I don't."

The therapist just watched as the inserted memories and conditioning took hold of Rob the final changes taking place inside his brain as she smiled.

"You don't want to oppress your emotions anymore? Perhaps you're jealous of your wife, perhaps reality is you want to be with Mark as much as she wants to be sexually taken care of. That the thought of being with Mark filled you with dread because you're worried about cheating on her."

Rob just sat there blinking unsure of what to say or what to think, this was all ringing so true and as he shook his head. He nibbled his lip, truly unable to make words.

"What if Mark felt the same way? Would you want to be with Mark? Perhaps you will even be willing to change for a Mark. Hmm?"

Taking a deep breath Rob smiled and nodded his head and almost on cue the door opened and strolled in mark.

"Hey Amanda and Robin."

Hearing Mark call him Robin, Rob would shiver in place; it was his little pet's name, the name Mark had always called him when no one was around. He was ready to be Robin now. He wanted to be Robin and ached to be Robin, before he could stop himself.

"Mark, I love you and I am totally willing to be with you and Amanda also. I am so sorry I got upset she cheated on me. I don't know how I thought a guy like me could ever physically satisfy a woman like her. I want to emotionally satisfy you both. Share you both with each other."