Chapter 1 - the session

Seated across from each other, his heart racing, and she in a trance, staring blankly ahead, they were ready to begin.
“We are here, at your asking, to access, and hopefully open up your deepest sexual desires.” He opened with, trying to stay in a neutral tone. This was her request after all. “Is that correct?”
“Yes,” she responded in monotone.
“Okay. Let's start with something simple. Aside from genitalia, where are you the most sexually stimulated by touch?”
“My ass.” She responded immediately.
“What else?”
“The surface of your stomach being touched or your stomach being filled?”
Silence.
“Is it both? Is it situational? Is this associated with the desires you cannot communicate?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“That’s good. We’ll come back to that. Do you reach orgasm by sex and stimulation alone or do you have to fantasize?”
“Lately, I have to fantasize to get off.”
“What are these fantasies?”
Silence.
“Does it involve your stomach?”
Silence.
He sat for a second, contemplating how to proceed. She shouldn’t be avoiding the answers like this. He needed to get more specific.
“In these fantasies, are you doing something to your partner?”
“No.”
“Is something being done to you?”
“Yes.”
“Is it being done to you, or are you doing it to yourself?”
“Both."
“Is it just a form of conventional sexual stimulation, like penetration or is there something less conventional being done to you?”
“Both. Penetration or genital stimulation, but…”
“Your stomach?”
Her breathing quickens and one of her hands had reached to touch her stomach. Gently rubbing, feeling it under her fingers, she is enjoying the touch and the touching. “Yes.”
“Is your stomach empty, irrelevant, just full, or overly full in these fantasies?” His heart thundering in his chest. This is what he was hoping for. He suspected they shared the same feeding and gaining fantasies, but anytime they attempted or consciously broached the subject, she would shut down. There had been clues that they felt the same all along, but several caustic past relationships, he guessed, had prevented her from admitting to herself her actual desires. This is the first time he had heard her admit it. Turns out the hypnosis was a good idea.
Silence for a few eternal seconds. Her lips hesitantly started to separate as her quickened breathing continued, and quietly uttered, “…o-o-overly full, or being filled.”
“What do you weigh?”
“235.8 pounds.”
“How do you feel about that?”
Silence.
“How do you feel about your weight? Too much, just right, or not enough?”
“N-n-not enough?” She admitted very quietly. There had to be strong emotions attached to this whole thing for her to emote so much in the trance.
“Why do you not act out on these fantasies?”
“They are wrong. I shouldn’t enjoy these things. I am broken.”
“Is that your opinion or other’s opinions?”
“Others. The world. Everybody.”
“I don’t think they are wrong, and you find them pleasurable. Is it possible that a select few have given you the impression that you shouldn’t give in to pleasure?”
“It’s possible, but-“
“Does it matter what the world thinks? It’s your pleasure to have.” He knew what to do from here. Take out this block and then the rest will work out on its own, or he could just put her under again if he had to.
“No, but…I don’t know.”
“Would you like to give in to your pleasure? Would you like to put your pleasure over the expectations of others?”
“Yes.”
Before going into the mantra that would break the block, allowing her to act out her fantasies, he had one question: “You said your weight wasn’t enough for you. What is enough?”
“I don’t know.”
“What is too much?”
“600 maybe. I assumed I would never know.”
“Would you like to find out?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Repeat after me…”
He finished the session with a script that merely put her pleasures over others and brought her back out. There was no telling how, or if, these programs would manifest themselves. Not trying to drag the session out, there was still a good deal of unanswered questions. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out.