0 comments/ 87312 views/ 40 favorites Childbirth Hypnotherapy By: Normthegreat I was feeling much better. I usually don't take sick days, I'm the kind of girl who shows up completely trashed sneezing and coughing, determined to make at least one coworker sick in exchange for a sick day. This one destroyed me. I couldn't move, I was shivering, the coughs actually hurt, the medicine did nothing. I was getting older. I was twenty-nine. I know, that's not old, but it's the little things at first, those tiny little things you don't notice, or at least that you shouldn't notice. Maybe it's all in my head. At this age I still have a great body, so nothing to worry about yet. This was the last day for sure. The last remnants of my fever were withering away, probably leaving for the next victim. Probably my husband. "I feel like I could actually move around today" I got up from my bed, sleep had done enough for me today. I still had the day off. With little to do I set about making an awesome breakfast. Eggs and toast never get old. My apatite was back and just having one was novel again. I would be going to work and these lazy days trapped in bed would end. They weren't pleasant days but they did give me some time to think. Time for those little things. My age didn't bother me. I felt fine. Hell me and Miles fucked like rabbits every chance we got and I know I can still get a guy to look if I want them to. But it was one of those small, little things that got to me anyways. One of those things that shouldn't trouble me. I hadn't had children. If I wanted them I had to have them now. Before I became one of the 'too-lates.' "I don't feel ready to have kids but I can't wait until I'm forty." Talking to myself felt like helping. Like I could solve my issue if I just thought about it long enough. I wanted kids, I think, but now felt too soon. My husband just never brought it up. And I the same. I hadn't even talked to him about it. Honestly who has the time or the drive to start a family. Me? I've been busy. I needed to talk to him though. That's the one thing I decided on over the last few days. I'm not going to tell him I want kids. I have to be careful about how I tell him- I just want to share what I feel, see what he thinks. "Ahh crap I burned the eggs." I can be so absentminded when I think too hard. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was watching TV when Miles came home late from work. "Hey how ya doin' Bell?" he sat down on the couch next to me and put his arm around me. A light smooch and a gigantic yawn from my favorite man. I snuggled into him. "Fan-fuckan-tastic. I'm cured. I thought you would never show up. I've done nothing all day and I need some edutainment." I gave him a big kiss and tried to look as inviting as possible. I think it worked. "Well don't count on me, I'm pooped." He took the controller from me and put on one of his shows. I would get nothing from him tonight. I sat a while, some supernatural crime show in the fifth season. I had no idea what was going on. I had watched several episodes and still couldn't make sense of all the details. It was one of those shows where you had to have watched it from the beginning. Missing one little detail changed the whole plot. And then theres that little thing. "Miles?" "What Bell." He actually pauses his show and looks at me. It really is one of those shows where you can't miss a thing. "Umm, nevermind." "Okay Bell." He unpauses. I just got over being sick and I don't want to ruin his show with a ... talk. I know they're excuses but there are better times to bring this up. One day is far from abandonment. Besides, we could make love tonight and I don't want to ruin that by getting all serious. It'll be with a condom on but it's been days since we've had a go. He's been holding me close all through this episode- his arm around me has drifted to rest right on my ass. I smile quaintly at him and in a nonplussed way he squeezes me right where I want him to. Soon enough he's massaging my thighs in a slow motion. I squeeze my legs together tightly, feeling myself getting wet. I feel his hand snaking its way around into my pussy, insisting access. I spread my legs slightly and his hand immediately- but slowly gets to work. It's torture, I know he has no intention of getting me off in this awkward position. He's just playing. I try reaching for gold but he swats my hand away, he's still focused on the show. I want him so bad. Miles is gonna get fucked hard tonight. And I cant wait for this stupid episode to end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Work was terrible. A backlog of work reminds me why I do everything I can to not take days off. I take work home with me, and then bring my work back to work. Then I did some work at home and now here I am, at work again. The last fun I had was when I fucked my husband royally all night long. By the end of three full days I'm almost caught up. And when I get home I'm going to fuck the shit out of my husband like a good horny housewife I am. Unfortunately that's for much later, my lunch break is filled with braindead internet browsing. I ask Google my pressing questions. 'Should I have a baby?' I query. A million people like me show up. Yes, no, yes, yes, no, no, and yes. And then another million people saying maybe, or maybe not. Helpful stuff- the kind of stuff I can eat salad to. "Hmm, how about- 'I'm so damn horny I must want kids'" Yup, just as I though, horny brings up nothing but porn. Guess I should used the medical term. Luckily I'm on a work computer and none of these links will open. My hand is already in my loins. No, better to wait for Miles. One link stands out. "Overcome Doubts About Motherhood (Hypnosis & Meditation)" Now that's a link I can click for some real edutainment. The page loads slowly and looks like some old Geocite host with tons of rotating gifs and animated background. I kind of miss these kinds of sites. The cursor creates trails of spirals and sparkles across the page. I can't help but click through the pages exploring them. Every link and drop down menu creates some zany cheap effect. Best of all it was a local result. Literally on the drive back home from Boston. The guy listed every kind of service. Quit smoking, gain confidence, ask girls out, cure road rage, gambling addictions, pedophilia. Even had his eyes out for compulsive masturbation. This was all good stuff. I zoned out exploring the page and staring at shitty clip-art gifs longer than I should have, it was a welcome distraction. But this isn't important. I still haven't had time to talk to Miles. It's been days and I can't seem to find the right time. "Who, am I kidding, it has nothing to do with having time for it." I murmur at my screen. Every time I try to talk to him I can't bring it up no matter how much I want to. I just want everything to stay the same. I might not even want kids... I don't want Miles to think I want kids just because I'm overly cautious about my biological clock. "I wish I could just make up my mind!" This time I yell a bit too loudly in my cubicle. My coworkers probably think I'm going crazy. My eyes rest on the screen. If I just wanted kids, this wouldn't even be a problem. 'Overcome Doubts About Motherhood (Hypnosis & Meditation)' the screen read. That would be nice. Lunch break is over, I need to get back to work. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stuck at another red light. I'm hitting every one on the way home. I managed to catch up at work so I'm looking forward to a relaxing friday. I just wish I didn't have such a long commute. Yawn. Another yawn. I pull over to get a coffee. Leaving the small coffee shop I don't even have time to take a sip before I spot a small office on the other side of the street. 'Accredited Hypnotherapy & Counseling by Dr. Tyler Feldman.' I must have been taking the scenic route, I was at least five miles off my commute. "I can't believe I accidentally drove to Everett instead of back to Stoneham. Of all fucking days." I must have been thinking of that oil change. The car kept bugging me that it was at five percent oil life. I must have casually set course for my mechanic who is only a few streets up from here. I should really get that done, hate to make the day even longer I groan. But hey, 'hypnotherapy'... Almost sounds official. I might as well check it out while I'm here. I can't help but remind myself how seedy Everett looks as I cross the street. It's not that bad and I know a lot of nice interns from work that have to settle in here, but the sidewalks are crumbling and all the parking lots here are empty and decaying. Half dismantled shopping carts and chipped paint adorn the building I'm about to walk into. Opening the door I'm greeted with a surprise. It's an incredibly clean and crisp looking office. Nothing amazing mind you but I expected a shit little business like this to be run out of someones tool-shed. It's was complete with receptionist and waiting area. Smooth jazz is playing in the background. I'm honestly a little impressed. It's a bit reassuring and I walk neatly up to the service desk. A petite blond girl greets me. "Name and appointment please." "Oh, I don't have an appointment, my names Isabella by the way." The receptionist rolls her eyes so slightly she thinks I wont notice. "Here, fill out these forms and pick a slot from the itinerary that you can make. Please fill all fields to the best of your ability." She shoves the forms into my hands and points to the itinerary pinned to the desk. "Appointment? Ahh, I thought I could just talk to Dr. Feldman for a bit?" "Absolutely not, Tyler is incredibly busy at the moment, make an appointment, no walk-ins." her pen taps a sign insistently, as if to mock me for not seeing it. No walk ins, no free sessions, no shirt, no shoes, no service. Fine then. "Oh, well thank you." The receptionist goes back to being seemingly incredibly busy with paperwork. Not the best social skills for a receptionist. I sit down and start penning in my particulars. I'm not sure if I actually want to hand this in. Yikes, credit card information. Truthfully I was just in to browse. The form had very little in the way of actual information gathering except for one question: 'Reason for wanting to be hypnotized:______________' Unsure about kids? Yes hypnotist, help be be more unsure! I suppose I need a goal here. I guess I would say make me certain of what I truly want. I really don't know. I was hoping to just talk with Tyler the famed hypnotherapist about this. I leave the field blank, simply scribbling in 'pregnancy.' Im startled when the receptionist yanks the forms from my hand. "We are about to close. Please assign a time bracket Miss Bell." she shoves the itinerary in front of me, indicating I should point a time out. The itinerary is jam packed with names in every slot. I grudgingly point to a shitty eight AM slot on Saturday. So much for being up all night fucking my husband. If I show up, I remind myself. I would probably call in and cancel it. Screw the oil change. I don't know what I was thinking, I'm going home. I need to go to sleep. I didn't realize how tired I was getting. I collapse as soon as I get home. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I wake up way before Miles. It's four AM. I get up and have a light snack. I have plenty of time to think. I could go up there and ride his morning wood right now, but honestly I'm just not in the mood. I have to think about what I'm going to do here. Today is the day to do something about how I feel, for the better or the worse. No excuses. I pour two cups of coffee, even though I've already had three. I've been stewing for two hours. I'll talk to him over coffee in bed. No pressure. I get to the stairs and freeze. The coffee is shaking. A flood of fear rushes through me and the stairs look different somehow. Adrenaline is painting them in fierce detail. I'm over-caffeinated and my hearts pounding. I can't. I can't. I'm going to spill it. I take a seat and put the coffee down. Maybe if I collect myself. Deep breaths. Anxiety attack. I stride for the stairs in a cool motion. Up one step. No. I turn to the kitchen. Two cups down the drain. That kind of fear isn't normal. I've never had an anxiety attack before. I feel unstable. For some reason I can't cope. I need help, a friend. Anything, I shouldn't be having issues talking to my husband. And for such a small unnoticeable reason. I know he loves me, but, something must be wrong. This has been at the back of my mind for years. It's too much right now. I have an appointment to make. I'm going, even if it's just to talk with anyone. Hell I would spill my guts to the bitchy receptionist if she would listen. Call it therapy. I put on my coat and braced myself for the cold Massachusetts weather. Before I got in the car I marveled that I would actually be going to that fake appointment I scheduled. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The place looked the same. Same bitchy receptionist. I was a bit early so I had to wait for a while. Which was welcome since it gave me time to adjust to the pricing of the session. I had seen the rates yesterday but didn't think I would actually be charged. But it was just barely affordable I suppose. I take a seat without even greeting her and wait until It was my time. I was in no mood for her snide comments. I was a bit shocked I was even here, but I'm not the first person that ever wanted to go see a therapist. But I feel like I should be home right now. Such an odd place to be so early on a Saturday. Five minutes before eight, the receptionist stands up. "Isabella?" she calls me and I walk over to the desk. "Thank you for coming. I'm Tatiana." She surprisingly extends her hand for a gentle handshake, smiling brightly at me. "Come with me please, I'll be helping you get settled in." She turns towards a side door and I follow her. We enter a very nice but sparse room. Bright overhead florescent lights bathe white tiles and white walls. Large abstract paintings attempt to fill the empty space, but fail miserably- they are obviously grouped to cover up two sets of windows. What little sunlight creeps through the clacks is drowned by the florescent. There sturdy looking desk, a standard office chair, and a bookcase. In the middle there's a odd looking brown piece of furniture. It looks like a large flat seat cushion with four one foot pegs keeping it off the floor. Tatiana wheels the office chair from behind the desk and takes a seat in it facing the brown... thing. "Please Isabella, take a seat on the couch please." She gestures to the brown couch which would fail classification as a futon. "So, can you tell me why you've come in today? You told us yesterday you were having issues with your pregnancy, could you be more specific so we can help you work towards your goals better? The more I know, the better I can help you." "I thought I would be meeting with Dr. Feldman?" "You will be. I'm just going to get some basic questions out of the way. You seemed a bit unsure about what you wanted out of this appointment, so I took the liberty of bumping you up to the nine O'clock timeframe. Someone cancelled so I thought this would work much better for you. Don't worry you wont be charged for this hour. It's already been paid for. People think they can just call in and cancel last moment and waste our time." "Oh, well, thank you then. You didn't have to do that for me." They run a tight ship here. I'm glad I showed up. Otherwise I would have paid for nothing and would spend all day contesting the charge. Tatiana seems nicer today. Probably the effect of my credit going through. Still a bit of her bitchiness seeps through. Charging some poor shmuck for nothing. I can tell she like gloating about it, she could easily have just given me an hour on the house and left it at that. Still it's a bit flattering to get the extra hour. "So can we begin please? About your pregnancy issues . . . please." "Umm, well, I suppose, I don't know. I don't have issues, I guess I'm just indecisive about the whole thing, ya' know?" "About whether to have kids or not?" she queries. "I mean, maybe yeah, something like that. But there's more to it, it's more complicated." "So, how can we help?" she asks. "Well I just want to make up my mind... You know? On the one hand I could have kids but if I end up not liking it then, I mean, I just brought a kid into this world. I can't just send em' off to an orphanage if I decide it's not for me... I mean I guess I like kids... but I don't know. I'm sure I could live with it, I'd love them regardless but I would want to bring a kid into this world with full certainty and love. I've always thought that's how it should be. But the big problem is that I'm not. On the other hand, if I don't have children, I might regret it when I'm older. I don't want to have regrets. I want to have control over that. What's worse is I have no idea how to approach my husband over it." "So you don't know whether to have kids or not?" She already asked me that question. "Yes." "That's not how hypnotherapy works. You have to have a clear goal in mind, and we'll help you achieve that goal. We can't make decisions for you." Tatiana was scolding me. But she was keeping it professional. "To be honest, I was more interested in the therapy than the hypnosis." I confide. "So you want us to help you decide?" "Yeah, I guess, something like that." "Okay then, could you give me a moment? I'll be right back, excuse me." Tatiana walks out the only other door in the room and closes it behind her. That was sudden, I think to myself. I wish she had explained why she was leaving. So far this has been a waste of time. I watch the clock on the wall ticking away slowly. Five minutes, fifteen minutes. I guess she got sick of talking me. At 8:35 she finally walks in briskly and sits down. "Sorry about that Isabella. I had to check up on some things but I think we have a solution for you." "Oh... great." "We're going to hypnotize you and try to glean what you feel on a subconscious level. We can't decide for you, there's legal issues. Hypnotherapy is perfectly legal but coercion is a legitimate crime and we have to be careful. So we're just going to walk you through your own thought processes. Most of our subjects say they can think clearly while in a hypnotic state. Does that sound alright with you? May we use hypnosis to find you a solution?" "That sounds great if it works. I'm skeptical though, I've been fairly conscious for months and haven't come to a conclusion." I couldn't help but make fun of their hypnosis racket after she left me hanging for twenty minutes. Even if this helps, I'll probably just go a real therapist. "Could you please lie down on the couch. I feel like you're too tense." "If you're going to call this thing a couch again, you're going to have to add some sort of back support over here." a snide remark but I felt like I was sitting on a living room mattress over here. "We prefer the rest pose." She crossed her legs and waited. It was clear she wouldn't continue until I did what she said, she just stared at me. I lay myself down. It was comfy at least. The bright florescent shot into my eyes. "Please close your eyes for me Isabella." She produced a clicker and the lights dimmed slowly, only the ones on the outer rim of the room were dimly lit. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. "I want you to focus on my voice Isabella. If I ask you a question, I want you to respond with yes or no. Or keep it as short as possible. Have you ever been hypnotized before?" Childbirth Hypnotherapy "No." "Good. Now I want you to relax. I'm going to relax every part of your body. Soon you wont be able to move. This is a good thing. You don't need the physical. We're focusing on the mind today." Her voice was smooth, not a hint of the bitchiness she had shown. She could project her voice nicely. Her voice never stopped and kept this steady rhythm. "I want you to think about your hands and where they are. I want you to think about moving your hands. Is there anything wrong with where your hands are right now?" "No." "Do you want to move your hands for any particular reason?" "No." "Good, then don't move your hand for now. You'll have reasons to move it later. But for now, lets leave it where it is. Now let's move up to your arms." Her voice kept going on and on. She never stopped to think, it was all perfectly rehearsed. I kept responding to her questions. I think I missed some of them. Her voice kept going and I couldn't even respond. She was talking faster than I could think. Her slow rhythm continued. I wanted to see if she was reading off a script. My eyes wouldn't open. Had she asked me about my eyes yet? I couldn't recall. Maybe that was one of the questions I missed. "Yes" I responded. I answered some sort of question but her voice pulled me onward. "Isabella, can you hear me?" "Yes." "Isabella, do you want to have a baby?" "I don't know." "Isabella, if I were to hypnotize you to conceive with your husband, do you think you could be happy rasing a family?" "Yes, I think I could be happy." "Would you be okay with being hypnotized to conceive?" "Yes." "Would it be okay to hypnotize you to not conceive a child?" "Yes." "Do you think it's possible you may feel regret at some point during your life over not having children?" "Yes." "Do you think it would be possible to be under hypnosis for ten, or twenty years straight Isabella? Could we keep you from crushing regret? Is there any fix for regret?" "No, I don't think hypnosis can fix regret." "Isabel, you told me you like to be in control. Which situation sounds less risky?" "Having a baby is less risk." My mind felt so foggy. My head felt less clear than when we had started. What time was it? It felt like hours had passed as she talked. I must be close to being ready for Dr. Feldman. "Isabella, you want for us to hypnotize you to conceive." "Yes." a loud snap sounds. My eyes shot open and I bolted upright. All my limbs were stiff from not moving. Tatiana greeted me with a warm smile. "I think we have a solution for you. You told me you wanted to have us help you become a mother." "What? I did?" "Congratulations" she comes over and surprises me. She pulls me up and gives me a hug. "Indecision can be a sickness, it eats at you until you don't even want a solution, long after you've already made a decision." she whispers to me. I pull back a bit shocked, she's being so nice to me, overly nice. She backs off and sits down again. "Are you ready to be hypnotized again for that purpose? There may be no going back." "Yes." I'm still a bit dazed but it sounds like the right choice coming out of my mouth. I don't know what made me so sure to answer. "Please, lie down on the couch again. Close your eyes. I need you to give yourself fully to the hypnosis this time. Rest please." At that moment my vision began blurring. I could see a clock in the corner. It was 11:45. Was Tyler ever going to meet with me? I was being pulled inexorably back into the couch. My mind was swimming in her voice and I couldn't move again. She kept talking and talking but I could understand none of the words. I realized I was a statue, and she was just talking to a statue of me. The real me was gone. I was just a statue of me. She could keep talking and only the statue would hear her. She was just noise to me. Eventually the real me would disappear completely, and only the statue would remain. That statue would hear and see, could smell and feel, but was just a statue. It was just a copy of me, a proxy. It wasn't me, the statue can't tell me anything. It was a statue. It was it's own entity apart from me. I was lost in the void. "Do you know where you are Isabella?" "Isabella can't hear you. She's not here." Tatiana was moving the statues legs. "What am I touching then?" "A statue." "Good, now does Isabella know what is happening right now?" "No, she is unaware of anything." "Isabella, if I asked a statue what happened yesterday, what would it say?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Awaken Isabella." I opened my eyes. I was lying on the couch. I sat up and felt great. I jumped up on my feet. "I want a baby!" Tatiana beamed at me. "I want one so much! It worked!" Tatiana came over and handed me her card. "If you experience any issues, please call us." Tatiana said. "Did you hypnotize me all by yourself Tatiana?" "No, Dr. Feldman had a long session with you. Sorry you didn't get to meet him but he's extremely busy. You probably don't remember much about him as you were under a deep hypnosis." "I would like to meet him sometime. I don't remember him at all." "Not even slightly? Well, I'm glad we could help, now if you'll follow me, I do have other appointments to make." I thanked her and left. I started the car and started driving home. The car clock said it was almost four O'clock. I still felt like it was morning. "Well, that's one way to kill a day." Somehow I knew I was on the path to getting pregnant, like I had completed some crucial step in the process. I feel like I'm missing some little detail though. Like I'm missing part of the puzzle. I guess I have to go home and fuck Miles. For the first time in a long time I have no doubts about what I want. I want a kid so bad. Heck, I want multiple kids. They really did a number on me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I get out of the car I feel a pit in my stomach. Miles is in there. I enter the house and find him in the living room watching some TV. It's been a lazy day for him. "I got your note honey. How was it?" "Oh... yeah it was great" I sit down on the couch next to him and he wraps his arm around me. The rest of the day goes on as normal. I'm crestfallen. The feeling wore off as soon as I got home. I try to bring up the subject with him several times hoping to recapture that feeling. What would that accomplish though? Drag him into my hell? I'm not horny, I'm not going to fuck him, all I'm going to do is dump my stupid problems onto him. All my doubts and uncertainties were flooding back every time I tried. Something was festering in me, making it impossible. We go to bed together and he tries some romance on me. I'm completely depressed. I thought the hypnosis had worked. I'm not in the mood and we go to sleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- They were closed on Sunday. I give Tatiana a call early morning Monday. "Hello?" "Tatiana speaking of Dr. Feldman Practice." "Tatiana, it's me, Isabella, whatever you did wore off. It felt great while it lasted but... I kind of want a refund here." "I'm sorry to hear that. But I kind of expected this. We tried for the quick fix approach. Sometimes it's possible to just change someone with hypnosis. But others, like you, are far more resilient to hypnotic suggestions. We can help you but it will take several more sessions to condition you correctly." "You could have let me know that on Saturday. I'll think about it." "Okay, thank you for calling Isabella. If you would like to let us try and help you, I'm leaving a slot open at five O'clock tomorrow. Please give me a call by the end of the day if you plan on attending." Click. She hung up on me. As always, a tight ship over there. The rest of the day was uneventful short of being extremely busy. I was having difficulty keeping up with all the work. I was going to have to bring some home. It wasn't our busy season but it was one of those work spikes. I had no time for solving my personal problems to be honest. I gave Tatiana a call. "It's Isabel, I'll be making that appointment tomorrow." "Thank you for checking in, we'll see you at 5:00 AM sharp. Have a good day." Click. The appointment was at five fucking AM. What the fuck. And she hung up on me again. I had half a mind to call her back and complain. I knew it wouldn't get anywhere. She likes to acting that way too much. I guess she thinks I'm still a statue. Yeah, I remember the stupid statue metaphor. When I meet Tyler I'm going to tell him all the pranks she's pulled. Five AM. Ludicrous. I would be up all night taking care of work stuff, this would be the last time I let her have any control over scheduling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- It was four in the morning. I got some coffee on the way down to Everett. I don't give a shit if it fucks with the hypnosis. They'll have to do me wired. "Hello, Isabella, thank you for coming in so early." "We'll have to talk about what times I'm available Tatiana." I yawned at her, not saying it as angrily as I wanted to. "We will, this visit was on short notice. Please, follow me." we walked into the bright room and she sat down. "Please lie down on the couch. How are you today Isabella?" "This has to be quick Tatiana, I have to be at work in three hours." I stretched out on the couch. I could almost fall asleep here. "Understood, statue." I was floating in my mind. No sights, sounds or touch. And in a blink I was back. "Awaken Isabella." I was still wired and sat bolt upright in a cold sweat. "I was hoping I would feel rested Tatiana." I still ached and felt exhausted. My sourness faded as I reached down for my tummy. I wanted a big pregnant belly. I thought about kids and just grinned, I would have them in no time. I was drunk happy. "Far from it Isabel. Hypnotherapy is a mental and physical workout. Your mind is struggling to hold in every suggestion Tyler put inside you- all without you knowing." She went over to the desk and fished out a piece of paper. She handed me my schedule. 5 AM Monday, 5 AM Wed. 5 AM Friday. "I thought this schedule would suit you well" "That looks fine. It's a bit early for me but that wont interfere with work. Thank you Tatiana." "A pleasure. Now again, this feeling may wear off, but in time it will stay longer, perhaps for months, it varies. You may also start to remember our hypnosis sessions completely, that is normal. Eventually this will all be over and you can move on with your life." "Okay, thank you." I got in my car and drove off to work. I had been there for hours. I was almost late. By the time I got there the feeling was gone. It just seeped out of me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For the next few weeks I attended my sessions religiously. By the end of the week the feeling was lasting hours. I was remembering entire sessions too. They crept back into my mind later on, another couple of hours added to my day. I remembered Dr. Feldmans voice for the first time. His droll hypnotic voice had soothed me for hours. I still hadn't formally met him but I could tell he was a great hypnotherapist. Way better than Tatiana. I got to the point where I could get up to my lunch break at work and still want kids. It was more of a nuisance than anything. All I could do was daydream about my morning sessions and the family I would build. My mornings were lost time. If this is what normal girls feel like I don't know how they do it. I got no work done. For weeks I was bringing work home. I missed the drunk feeling from my sessions but I needed them to wear off to get work done. I was seriously thinking about just bringing my husband to work. If he quit his job and banged me in the bathroom then maybe we could just get on with this. Doing so much work at home kept me bone-dry. Work was probably one of the reasons I needed the hypnotherapy. The anxiety and stress was killing my sex drive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was another Saturday, five weeks into hypnosis. I had come in for an optional session at twelve. "And awaken Isabella. How do you feel?" Tatiana was bending over me. "I feel great. I'm so eager to have a baby. It's all I can think about." "You must want to have one with your husband really badly. Maybe some day that will be possible. Do you long for him according to our hypnosis?" "Yes, I do. Thank you." "Isabella, are you wet for your husband? Touch yourself." My hand slipped down to my exposed crotch. Nothing, I was perfectly dry. I tried to stick a finger in but there was no lubrication to speak of. "I'm not wet at all... just like last time. You've done a great job of making me want a baby but I'm just not horny enough to fuck my husband. I'm very busy with work, you see. Sorry." I continued trying to make myself wet for her. Tatiana reached down and stuck a finger deep into my sex and brought up a glob of cum sticking to her fingers. She slipped them into my mouth. "You're very wet for him today, trust me. You will fuck him as soon as you can. You will fuck him as much as you can until you are pregnant. Thank you for coming in today Isabella." Tatiana began taking the messy sheets off the couch. "The pleasure was all mine." Tatiana smiled and guided my hand to my mouth and I slurped up the slimy cum off my hands. She gripped me by the jaw and forcefully spit more cum into my mouth. Tatiana pulled up my panties and handed me my shirt before giving my ass a firm slap and shooing me out the door. I left for home. As I was getting in the car, I could feel the enormous load of cum finally seeping from deep inside of of my pussy. Rivulets ran down my legs staining everything and sticking to my dress. I was about a minute or two into my drive when I realized I hadn't even swallowed Dr. Feldmans cum. At a stoplight I lifted my skirt and dribbled it onto my panties where it pooled. I was thinking of Miles. I loved him so much and I wanted to have kids with him today, I had decided. As I drove I couldn't stop thinking about having sex with him. My hand drifted downwards and I rubbed myself as I drove. My pussy was starting to get wet. I slowed down the car and reached down into my panties. I was so wet for my husband. My fingers delved into my pussy. I had been thinking about fucking my husband ever since my session. I couldn't wait to get home. As I got out of the car, my fingers squelched in my vagina. I was surprised at how wet I was. Rivers of my own juices were streaming from my sex. Miles wasn't home yet. I collapsed in the entrance hall, fingers deep in my sex. I needed Miles' cock. Juices were pouring out of me. I came in the hallway, sucking my fingers, obsessed with sex. I got in the shower, fingering myself as deeply as I could. The idea of being pregnant was turning me on so much. I didn't know if the hypnotherapy had made me horny for my husband or if having a baby with Miles was an aphrodisiac itself. All I knew is I was ready. I greeted Miles at the door with nothing on. "I want kids Miles." I dragged him inside. I fucked my husband all night. I couldn't stop fucking him. He came in me several times. I made him cum until he said it hurt. I woke him up in the middle of the night and rode him to completion. I've never done that before. Now that I knew what I wanted, I needed to make sure this happened for sure. I needed to be fertile for this to happen. . . but I didn't feel fertile. Like I was too late to have kids, too old or something. His cum felt useless in me. More of it wouldn't make me more pregnant. I felt Miles pumping straight into me for an afternoon fuck. He looked quite pleased at this turn of events. The cum pouring out of me wasn't accomplishing anything. I frowned, I should give it a rest. I would get pregnant, I just have to wait. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few weeks passed. I woke up feeling nauseated and threw up. A pregnancy test confirmed it. I told Miles and he was ecstatic. We had a wonderful time for the next nine months. My belly grew, we had an ultrasound. We painted a spare bedroom and found an amazing doctor for it. Miles was going to quit his job and be a stay-at-home dad. As luck would have it we were having a boy. I secretly decided to name it after him. Miles Jr. I was gigantic. I was proud of myself, and I was happy. Not an ounce of regret. All my worries disappeared when I got pregnant. I was always thinking ahead. I was so eager to be a mother. I only worried about my babies health. I actually got a bit obsessive about that part. I know most mothers do, but I couldn't stop reading about how to ensure it was a healthy baby. I prayed for a strong, healthy child. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I gave birth with flying colors. It was healthy, I was in pain, but Miles Jr. was in our home and suckling on my breasts on the first day. I was honestly surprised with how much I wholly loved Miles Jr. I loved him, wanted to protect him. I felt a motherly instinct run through me every time I saw him. My legs grew weak at the sight of my baby. I had several weeks leave from my job to get to know my baby. I told my child all my secrets for good luck. It was so cute. But eventually I had to go back to work. Everything had worked out perfectly except for one little thing. Ever since I gave birth I have been enamored with my child. My breath catches at the sight of him, my legs were now buckling. I was overwhelmed by my motherly affection. One thought dominated my mind whenever I saw him. "He came out of me." I was a woman. My hand slid over my belly. "He came out of..." my hand slid down further. I closed my eyes, bright flashes... my hand continued to explore. My eyes opened. I was on the floor somehow. I didn't remember dropping to my hands and knees. I looked up from the floor and saw his crib. My hand stopped, I teetered on the edge, and I came hard. I wanted another one. It was way too soon. I couldn't think of a way to Tell Miles. Miles was always with the baby. . . I couldn't approach him without my legs growing weak. I didn't expect to be so worried again, but for some reason having two kids seemed daunting. Miles Jr. was a lot of work and hassle by himself. But instead of worrying I would use hypnotherapy again. Maybe they can even help tone down my motherhood so I can function normally again. I had never heard of women feeling... like I do about their kids. Dr. Feldman helped me so much the last time. I created an appointment right after work on my first day back in the office. This time it would be so much easier. I knew it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Good afternoon Isabella, and welcome back. How have you been?" "Oh it's been so great Tatiana! Isn't he adorable?" I handed her a picture of Miles Jr. "He is." To my surprise she took the picture and filed it away in a large folder. " So what can we do for you?" She asked. "I want to do it all again. I want it to work out perfectly like last time." "Come with me." She gestured for me to follow. I was instructed to lie down on the couch again. "Statue, remove your clothes please." Tatiana left the room abruptly as statue began to take off all of its clothes. Statue spread its legs and began to finger its pussy. Statue eyed the opposite door eagerly, in moments it creaked open. Tyler walked in, an older Russian man easily twenty years older than Isabella was. He walked up nonchalantly, unzipped his fly and rammed himself into the statues vagina. Statue moaned. Statue wrapped its legs around the man, meeting his thrusts. Childbirth Hypnotherapy "Cum in this stupid statue. Use statue like the slutty cum loving slut it is." Statue whispered naughty things in his ear. "Statue wants cum does it? Does statue want to have my child?" "Impregnate Statue. Breed this body. I only fuck you to have babies." "Good Statue. Isabella, can I talk to you?" Dr. Feldmans' penis was inside of me, I was naked, gripping him and moaning his name. "What the fuck Tyler no!" "Quiet Isabel." Feldman pulled out and inserted his wretched penis into my mouth and started pushing it down my throat. I wanted to scream, I couldn't get his penis out of my mouth. It was like it was stuck there. "Now, as last time, I'm going to give you some hypnotic suggestions. Now, remember that little story I told you ten months ago? Yes, your vagina is so, so delicate, like that kids story about the princess and the pea. Everything has to be just perfect for a princess like you, or else you go mad. And perfect for you is my cock, and my cum swimming around in you. When someone else tries to fuck you, it will feel uncomfortable and you'll finish them off with your hand. When my cum has dried up in you, your vagina will start to itch and become extremely dry. A princess like you needs my cum." I began suctioning the base of his cock. I wanted his cum so much. He was a prick but I had to admit his cock was meant for me. "That's a good girl Isabella. Of course you wont be conscious of any of this. You'll be quite unaware that you're carrying my seed in your tight little butt. Your life will revolve around keeping my cum in your vagina, but much like a common trashcan, you'll have no idea what's in you. You'll be more than happy to have a festering vagina full of my old cum, it's a non-issue to you, like having a full bladder, or having arms. It feels normal." "Now, is it okay if I impregnate you?" "Of course not." I said in a softer voice. He withdrew his penis and flipped me around onto my stomach. He pulled me up by my hindquarters. "How about if I just cum in Statues vagina?" I felt him enter Statues vagina from behind and he began fucking it again. "That would be fine Dr. Tyler." "Isabella's a real dolt isn't she Statue?" "Yes she is." "Statue, I'm getting close. If Statue wants an orgasm, just think about what a loser Miles is." Statue couldn't wait to have Miles cumming in a women who was already pregnant. Statue loved the look of worry on Miles face when the doctor told them she would be delivering several weeks early. Statue couldn't wait to fuck Tyler all day and bring her work home, cum in her vagina, telling Miles she was too busy to fuck. "Oh my god, holy shit, Miles I'm on my period right now, it's way too messy down there, I can't tonight." Statue was cumming hard. One continuous orgasm as long as it kept thinking about Miles raising another mans child. Statue was being pounded into the couch, short staccato thrusts. Statue squeezed itself around his cock and kissed Feldman like he was Miles. Statue loved getting impregnated. Statue passed out from the pleasure. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Welcome back Isabella." Tatiana greeted me. I sat up from the couch and followed her to the reception area. "I just need to see some payment for today's session." I pulled out my credit card and slid it onto the desk. "Oh no, we don't accept that kind of payment here. Let me check you." Tatiana walked around the desk and slid her hands down my pants. She slipped her fingers into me and I was suddenly aware of a good amount of slime down there. "Oh no, this wont do at all. You were supposed to pay us by having a wet pussy for your husband. But you're positively dry down there. Let me try and help you get wet for him." She took her fingers out and sucked on them, then reinserted them. She did this for several minutes. She was right, I was completely dry no matter what. "Well, Statue can pay the other way as usual." "Oh thank you so much Tatiana, you're the best." Statue got down on its knees and pulled down Tatiana's panties. Underneath her skirt Statue could see her creampie. Statue knew how much Isabella like to have cum in her vagina. Statue fingered globs of it into its mouth, Statue rubbed more slime into its cum-covered pussy. Tatiana was barren, none of this would do her any good. All of it had to go. Statue dug in ferociously for more. Statues panties were saturated, mouth full of cum, and Tatiana was fully satisfied, collapsed and panting on her office chair. "Thank you Isabella, you can go now." I turned out the door, I walked out feeling fresher than ever. Like I had just taken a hot shower. That session really helped. Maybe I'll have another baby, maybe I wont. I'll have to give it more thought. Until then, I'll just keep loving the one I already have.