Chapter 7

We drifted asleep as slut-baby and slut-pig. My final thought was that I could not really be hypnotized since my sister broke character and talked to me in a British accent. It was not comfortable sleeping like a pig with my legs under me and my butt up in the air. I left the bottle in my ass even though I could have taken it out and simply shoved it back up my ass in the morning.

My sister’s ability to break character continued to puzzle me, but at the same time left me with confidence that I was in full control of my actions and that obviously hypnosis was total bull crap.

That night I dreamt that my brother realized we were not hypnotized and caught us. He was angry with us, disappointed and felt betrayed. I didn’t want that to happen. I was not afraid of being seen as a pig rutting around on the floor sniffing my dirty clothes and wiggling my ass. The only thing that I was afraid of was Scotty’s reaction or my parents discovering we had played a joke on him. I could not allow that to happen. It was a terrible dream and I found myself waking up several times.

It probably didn’t help that I was extremely uncomfortable on the floor. I felt compelled to stay where I was though – what if Scotty came back and saw me snoring in my bed? That would be a tragedy bigger than a sleepless night.

The next day, when we woke up, our hair was a mess. My sister and I were both incredibly sore. I had regrets, doubts, and a lot of apprehensions. I felt like I might have really been hypnotized – as incredible as that seems.

What we did last not was so spontaneous and organic that it certainly felt like I was in control every step of the way. Yet, this morning I felt shame, and the sense I definitely should NOT have done any of those things. I was concerned about the pictures too! They took a lot of pictures and videos. I’d need to get those all before they ever leaked on social media!

Yet, that could wait. I would worry about that later. After the initial shock passed, I laid back, breathed deeply, sighed and felt a renewed conviction that maybe last night wasn’t such a bad thing, and that we could continue the joke. I mean we started it – we couldn’t just end it so abruptly!

Master was happy with us. We fell asleep where and how he left us. I was surprised the bottle remained in my ass all night long. Oh my god, would that stretch me out permanently? I didn’t take it out. I had grown used to it packing my ass full.

“These are the clothes you will wear downstairs,” Master tossed us some clothes. He didn’t care to find out whose clothes they were or if they even fit. I supposed all of our clothes technically belonged to him now.

I was growing more convinced that I was hypnotized. It was simply too surreal to believe that my sister would do all of these things without some sort of mind control. I was actually getting off on this arrangement so I didn’t think I could objectively tell if I was under hypnosis.

How does one know if you are hypnotized to do something you wanted to do anyway? Imagine if a hypnotist planted a suggestion to make me stop smoking? And yet, I didn’t smoke anyway. How could I tell if it worked?

I would never have approached Scotty or my sister about this scenario. I wouldn’t have imagined they would be into it. However, I was getting off on it. The part that worried me was that my sister was too, and I just couldn’t see how she could.

What are the chances two girls born from the same mom, on the same day, might get off on the same kink?

We did like a lot of the same things. We both liked chocolate ice cream – but most people do. What are the chances we could get off on something as bizarre as this?

I waited for Scotty to say my name before getting off the ground and returning to normal.” Thank you, Sir,” I stretched. “Can I take this bottle out of my butt?”

“Yes, you will fill it with water and drink from it on the way to school.”

“But it’s been in my ass all night.”

“Yes, that is why I want you to recycle it. You are an ass-licker, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Show me,” he turned around and presented his butt to me. I had a choice – could I really lick my brother’s ass? I’ve come this far.

“Will you take down your pants for me, Sir?”

“No, take them down.”

I reached around Scotty. He was much smaller than us – a pipsqueak really. Yet, he felt larger than life. He had a nice cock though. He had a big, full bush of brown curly hair around his cock -very manly.

I parted his cheeks, took a deep breath, and began to lick.

“Bethany?”

“Yes Master,” my sister stopped sucking on her thumb and rose out of her baby-sleeping position.

“Come eat your breakfast and lick your sister’s disgusting asshole.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Whoa! From what I had read about pain sluts, I was definitely a member of the club. If there were women who got off on fear and rough stuff – I was one. However, I also REALLY liked having my salad tossed. That is what Scotty called it. My sister poked and butt fucked me with her tongue like a rigid little cock. The wetness of her tongue heightened my arousal and made my pussy tremble and drip.

“When you first wake up, whoever was the best good girl from the night before can lick my ass with my permission. It is something you will look forward to like mom’s French toast on a Sunday morning.”

We spent a few minutes like that. I would have liked it if my sister ate my pussy, but I was happy to have what I did. My brother turned around and put his balls on my forehead. He called that “Tea bagging” as he dipped. I am sure I looked dumb. I smiled for the camera. I knew he wouldn’t show anyone.

“You have five minutes to get dressed, get your hair done, and apply make-up. You will tell mom you are not hungry.”

We filed downstairs once we were ready and presentable. The outfits were pretty tame but no panties or bras anyway. Mom gave us an evil look but once again said nothing. We waved goodbye and went to the bus stop.

“You will each find a boy to sit with and ask him to finger fuck you under your skirt today.”

“Nobody is supposed to know we are hypnotized,” I genuinely panicked over the thought of approaching a stranger and asking him to diddle me on the bus! That was outrageous. My sister seemed on board with the idea though.

“You aren’t going to tell him you are hypnotized. Having a suggestion doesn’t mean you don’t interact with the world. It just changes HOW you interact with it. You might have been ordered to engage them in your analysis of Chaucer’s Canterbury tales, which you would have done. Which by the way, what is your analysis?”

“In the Canterbury Tales, a group of pilgrims travel to Canterbury Cathedral. They compete in a storytelling contest. This overarching plot frames the stories that each archetype will ultimately tell. The General Prologue sets the scene for these societal tensions by introducing a wide variety of pilgrims from across different social classes. When the Host suggests the storytelling contest and claims the best storyteller will win a free meal that sets the plot into motion. The contest both creates a reason for the pilgrims to tell stories and also places the pilgrims in competition with each other.”

How did I know that? Was it something I knew from before? Before when? This hypnosis just started. It must be some random thing I heard before. I had been studying recently but I didn’t remember reading about the Canterbury tales. I just knew about it.

“Good girl,” Scotty patted my butt over my skirt even though there were others including my brothers at the bus stop. I hoped they didn’t notice. I assumed they would say something if they did.

I chose to sit next to a boy that I’ve never talked to before. I assumed he liked me – although I don’t know why a boy would like a fatty like me. I guess because of my big tits? Anyway, I remembered he used to stare at me a lot and I thought he’d be easy.

I didn’t watch where my sister went. I was focused only on the task at hand -and what I had to do right now.

“Hey,” I said as I spread my knees slightly apart like I was supposed to do.

“Hey,” he said as he went back to looking at his cell phone.

“What’s your number? I want to text you something,” I wasted no time.

He gave me his number and I texted, “Would you mind finger fucking me? Just don’t let anybody see.”

He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe my offer. I nodded. I had to move his hand to my crotch before he would take the plunge and reach under my skirt. His eyes got wide.

“I don’t have a mouse trap under there,” I giggled as he played. He wasn’t very good at it, but it would do. He kept spinning my clit like he was drawing circles with his fingers. Very uncreative – but it made me a little wet.

The physical stimulation felt pretty good, and it passed the time on the bus. I wondered why I had not made this offer to boys before. It benefitted me and I liked the attention. I didn’t even have to jerk him off. I probably would have if he dared asked me. I could have made him put his book bag over his lap!

He didn’t say anything or ask me why I let him do it. I suppose he assumed I was just some horny twat that wanted her buttons pushed and that was enough for him. It was enough for me. I didn’t feel like making conversation with him anyway.

“The last time I talked to you, you told me I was the biggest creep in the world and that you wished I would choke on a dick. What changed?”

I really felt embarrassed because I believed I did say that. I didn’t feel that way now at all though. “I am so sorry, I don’t remember saying that. Does this make up for it?”

“Would you go to prom with me?” He said as he withdrew his finger when the bus came to a halt. He sniffed it. I am sure I smelled like ripe tuna.

I didn’t know how to answer that. “I don’t know if I could. I’d have to ask.”

“Really? You’ll go if your parents say yes? Would you want them to meet me?”

“I will let you know, okay? What is your name?”

“Steven! I sat behind you all last year in Pre-Calculus?”

No idea who he might be. He seemed familiar but I did not even recall that class.

My sister seemed to have similar luck with the boy she chose. She looked pretty happy as we walked off the bus. I could definitely get used to this arrangement.

Scotty led us over to the smoking area with those disgusting skater-bois. They were lighting up and enjoying themselves. They seemed amused that we were there. We were in an isolated cubby hole but there were still students in the quad- so it’s not like he could make us strip or anything.

“This is what you’ll change into today,” my brother showed me some clothes he chose for us. A red checkered half-top with a denim mini-skirt. It looked like something Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island might wear to seduce the professor. The most notable part was white heels from a Halloween Dolly Parton costume I wore last year.

My sister had an even skimpier combination. She isn’t as thick as me. She could get away with a lot skimpier outfit. She was expected to wear a very sheer white shirt, and a pink micro miniskirt with frills. The shoes were lacey saddle shoes – the kind of shiny black leather shoes that Catholic school girls wear. This entire outfit was from a Brittany Spears Halloween costume my sister wore TWO years ago.

“Oh my gosh,” my sister seemed shocked.

“Nice right?” my brother smiled at us. “I am very generous, but tonight we’ll go clothes shopping and get you some skimpier stuff so you can really show off.”

I could tell my sister was apprehensive. I was blushing. “What are you waiting for? Go ahead and change.”

“Out In the quad?”

“No, here in the cubby. I’ll stand in front of you,” Scotty said. I didn’t argue that this little brick alcove was technically IN the quad area. It was not exactly private. Someone could catch us!

“What about these boys?” I looked at the two skate rats with disdain. I didn’t want them seeing me naked.

“Deuce and Jim? They are cool.”

Cool? They didn’t LOOK cool. They looked like total dweebs. These must have been my brother’s friends?

“Hey Tig, it’s good to see you! You stopped coming around.”

Were these MY friends? They didn’t seem like boys I’d like. I could chalk up some of my memory lapses to the fact that I don’t always pay attention. However, I was pretty sure I’d remember telling a boy that liked me to choke on a dick. I definitely didn’t know these boys.