“Good morning, Tiffany!” The doctor said to the smiling young woman who glided into their office like she owned the place. “I see we’re feeling much more confident today!”

“I am!” Tiffany Von Tart exclaimed, tossing her purse onto the doctor’s couch and taking her usual seat. “I guess these sessions have been really effective! I’ve been recommending you to all my girlfriends.”

“Is that so?” asked the doctor, pouring them both a glass of purified water.

“Yeah! I don’t usually do that. I mean, my personal therapy is my own business, but I’ve just been so excited with the results! I feel more and more confident and self-assured every day!”

“That’s wonderful! Well, let’s continue building on this progress, shall we?” The doctor bent down a pulled out a small desk weight. It wasn’t anything more than a crystalline acrylic ball on a rotating disc. As the crystal orb rotated, a hidden LED would shine through, cycling through different colors that would twist and reflect in the prism of the orb. They dimmed the lights and flipped on the LED, bathing the room in swirling neon colors refracting from the orb.

“Do you remember watching the colors, Tiffany?” The doctor asked, their chair facing the patient and away from the kaleidoscope of color.

“Yes…” Tiffany said, her eyes settling on the pretty orb. She smiled in anticipation. “I remember them.”

“And you remember how you love dropping deeper for them?”

“Yesss…” Tiffany’s eyes began to dilate. The colors cycled faster.

“And do you remember how you feel when you listen to my voice?”

“Yess… sleepy…” Tiffany’s eyes began to flutter.

“And what do you do when I tell you it’s nap time, Tiffany?” ask the doctor.

“I…take a nap…”

“Good. Nap time, Tiffany.”

Tiffany sighed in sheer bliss as her eyes sank closed. She teetered on her seat and nearly collapsed forward, had the doctor not stopped her with two fingers to her forehead. They pushed her gently back, letting her body flop onto the soft couch cushions.

“Good, drifting deeper and deeper, Tiffany. Each breath sending you deeper.”

“Deeeepppeeerrr…” Tiffany mumbled.

The doctor turned off the flashing orb but kept the lights half dimmed. They pulled their chair up closer to their dozing patient.

“Now Tiffany, you will answer honestly. Have you been doing your homework?”

“Yes, doctor. Every night.”

“And tell me what you do.”

Tiffany smiled wide in pleasure as she brough her hands up to caress her generous bust.

“Every night, I stand topless in front of the mirror… Every night I stare at my big titties and draw spirals with my fingers around and around my nipples… Every night I let my big, heavy titties pull me to sleep… Every night I dream of my boobs getting bigger…and bigger…anddd biiigggerrr…”

“You want to stare at your tits now, don’t you Tiffany?” the doctor asked, their words gentle, clinical. “You want to take them out and let them take you to your magical titty-land. Isn’t that right?”

“Hmmmm….yes!” Tiffany squeezed her tits through her top. “My magical titty-land…”

“You will take off your top. Completely mesmerized by your big boobs. Now!”

In an instant, Tiffany sat up and undid the buttons on her silk blouse. Two massive, creamy tits spilled out, barely contained by a bra that was one size too small. The entranced lady discarded her top and reached back to undo her bra, her chest straining. With a snap, her bra slipped off her shoulders and her large, juicy breasts bounced into the open.

Tiffany’s hands went back to fondling and squeezing her huge tits as she stared with wide, glazed eyes at her chest. Her head rolled around with the motion of her own boobs, a silly, drunken smile on her lips.

“That’s very good, Tiffany,” said the doctor, leaning back in their chair to take in the magnificent view. “So mesmerized for me… so helpless and compliant… ready to listen to everything your doctor says… aren’t you?”

“Yes… listen to whatever my doctor says…” Tiffany chanted, staring down into her bust.

“Good,” the doctor purred. “You will remember your instructions. When you talk to your friends, you will tell them you go to therapy to improve your self-esteem. You will tell your family that. You will even tell that to yourself when you leave the office. But deep down, you know why you really come to therapy…”

The doctor paused, allowing the question to permeate into the deepest corners of the patient’s subconscious. “And why do you come to therapy, Tiffany?”

“To make my tits bigger!” Tiffany said, giddily.

“Exactly,” said the doctor. “Big tits make you feel good. Repeat.”

“Big tits make me feel good!”

“Big tits make you feel sexy. Repeat.”

“Big tits make me…feel sexy…” Tiffany said, moaning as she massaged her weighty breasts.

“Big tits make you soooo confident. Repeat.”

“Big tits make me feel so confident!”

“That’s right,” the doctor said, scooting closer to her. They reached out a hand and hefted one of Tiffany’s boobs in their palm, making the dazed woman giggle. “And these really are showing such wonderful progress. Hypnosis is so effective for your growing breasts… your growing confidence.”

“Yes, doctor….very effective…”

“Excellent. Now let’s find out how much we gained this week. Get those tits up on the scale.”

“Yes doctor!” Tiffany said, rising to her feet. She glided to the corner of the room where the doctor kept their various medical knick-knacks including a brass, hanging scale with a small fabric hammock fixed underneath the hook. The doctor spread open the fabric before turning to Tiffany.

“Alright, load those pretty hangers of yours here.”

Tiffany leaned forward, the soft fabric holding her creamy jugs and smiled as the tension on the sides squeezed her boobs together, accentuating her cleavage. She held still like an obedient piece of livestock as the doctor weighed her tits.

“Hmm…twenty-two pounds, two pounds up from last week. Well done! That visualization work is really paying off.”

“Thank you, doctor!” Tiffany blushed.

“Of course. Now take those down,” they helped lift her heavy breasts out from the scale. “And let’s go look at the mirror. You love looking at the mirror, right Tiffany? You love every chance you get to ogle your delicious boobs. Don’t you?”

“Y-yes, doctor…” Tiffany stuttered as the doctor steered her to the full mirror hanging on the far wall of their office. Her eyes immediately darted to her nipples, locking in on them like they were the only part of her that mattered. Tiffany imagined all the leers and stares she attracted just from walking down the street in a sweater. How many men, or women, would kill to be in her place right now, just staring mindlessly at the biggest, bestest breasts in the world?

“You are so confident…getting more and more confident every day… more and more confident the more you show off those great, big titties… Staring at your tits like a horny man would stare at them. Lustful. Hungry. Like a horny beast.”

Tiffany was practically growling at her own tits in the mirror, the heat in her pussy growing more and more intense.

Goddamn! She really did have amazing breasts!

‘So confident, that you’re willing to strip for me Tiffany. Eager and willing to strip. Why don’t’ you take off all your clothes right now… Taking off your clothes like a sexy, talented stripper, not caring about my camera… just getting lost in a sexy trance as you strip and show off your incredible body…”

“Yes…want to strip… show off… so hot…”

Tiffany spent the next ten minutes flaunting her body, shimmying her giant breasts and rolling her hips sensually for the doctor, who only pointed their camera at her, smiling as they captured everything. She peeled off the rest of her clothes, taking her time to work her hips out of her business skirt, and before long she was prancing around the office naked, swinging her body to a deliciously sultry tune only she could hear. Tiffany remembered that the doctor was only recording her to gauge her progress. To make sure she was becoming the most confident version of herself possible.

And what broadcast confidence more than being able to strut your stuff naked for whoever was on the other side of the camera? The idea made Tiffany so hot. She groped her tits as her ass swayed back and forth, each little gyration feeling like she was grinding into a big, hard cock, its head flipping against her clit. Tiffany moaned and sank to her knees, her tits on display and her naked thighs straddled on the office rug. She kept her hands on her breasts, occasionally heaving one up to pop her own nipple in her mouth as her hips kept grinding in the air.

The pleasure was getting so intense… building more…and more… and more…

“Remembering the bell now, Tiffany,” The doctor said, holding up a silver bell with a wood handle in their free hand. “Remember what your body does when you hear the bell… no reason to think about it… just remembering what happens when you hear the bell…”

Tiffany thought she should know this, but she was just too horny to pay attention. Her ginormous, porn-star titties felt wonderful in her hands, in her mouth, feeling like they were getting even heavier and fuller as she writhed for the doctor’s camera. She could remember something… something very important about the bell… but it was just too much to even think.

“Hear the bell, Tiffany.”

DING! DING! DING! DING!

A torrent of pleasure rushed out of the naked woman as she orgasmed without even rubbing a finger against her soft pussy. The burgeoning storm of arousal that had brewed in her tits and mind for so long finally burst as she came gloriously, her whole being alight with ecstasy.

Yes! She is so confident!

Yes! She knows how to get what she wants!

Yes! She wants huge, jaw-dropping tits bouncing on her chest!

Yes! Having huge, heavy tits felt so, so goooood….

Tiffany sighed as the wave of pleasure rolled back leaving nothing but peace and tranquility in its wake. All was right in the world and Tiffany could just float in that pink haze of bliss and succumb to the warm curtain of sleep falling over her mind. Letting her fall deep…deep… deeeeeppp…

When Tiffany woke up, she fully dressed again, the spinning glass orb back on the coffee table and her tits stuffed back in her bra.

Was it her, or did they feel a little more sensitive? Or were they just a little heavier all of a sudden?

She shook it off and focused back on the doctor who was explaining how she was such a good, receptive subject and how much progress she was making.

“And if you felt the need to brag about how much more happy and confident you feel to all you girlfriends, or even your guy friends, that will just seem so easy and natural for you. You understand, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Tiffany said, her voice strong and assertive. “I’d be happy to tell all my friends about how much I’ve been improving! I’m going to recommend you to everyone!”

The doctor smiled, sublime satisfaction on their face.

“That is very generous of you. Good girl.”

Tiffany blinked, slightly confused to be praised like a dog, but then she smiled, remembering how self-assured and confident she was. A small ping! sounded from the doctor’s pocket. They took out their phone and nodded to themself.

“Well, it looks like my two o’clock is here. Same time next week?”

‘Of course, doctor!” Tiffany said, getting up. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

“Yes, I know. See you then and have a wonderful week, Tiffany!” they said, holding the door for her.

Tiffany sauntered away, her chest out and proud as if the whole world was her oyster. It seemed like every time she left her therapist’s office men just had to pay attention to her and she had enjoyed more than one free coffee from the shy boy at the corner café who just couldn’t keep his poor eyes off her tits.

Ah! The treasures that a healthy sense of self-confidence could bring!

The doctor watched Tiffany go and then turned their attention to the young man standing in the waiting room with a wide, contented grin. They waved the man into their office.

“Hello! Good to see you, Brad!” the doctor said, closing the door. “And how has your week been?”

“It’s been great, doc!” Brad said, taking his seat on the couch. “All my friends keep telling me how I’m so much more positive, and my self-esteem is through the roof, and—”

The doctor cut him off with a wave of their hand.

“Yes, listen, I’m a little behind schedule, so let’s try to speed things up. Could you look into my eyes, Brad?”

Brad blinked but did as he was told, the words vanishing from his mouth.

“Look into my eyes, remembering what happens when you look into my eyes, no need to think about what happens when you look into my eyes, and going to sleep as you look into my eyes, and sleep now!”

Brad’s eyes rolled into his head and he toppled over like tree trunk onto couch cushions.

“Good, now repeat your mantras for me, Brad.”

“I feel so good about myself,” the young man droned. “I feel so good about my cock… the better I feel the bigger it gets… having a big, fat cock is good for my self-esteem… my cock gets bigger and bigger every day… I love making my cock bigger and bigger… the bigger my cock, the better I feel…”

The doctor stretched back in their seat, thoroughly satisfied with the idea of helping so many people grow their self-confidence.