Hypnosis for Weight Control

Hypnosis for Weight Control

Cynthia wanted to lose weight and chose hypnosis as the way to do it. Her brother David decided to take advantage of the situation.

Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is 16 years old or older. Sometimes in real life people lie about their age. In the same manner, these story characters may lie about their age, stating that they are younger than 16. But I am stating here and now, as the author of this story, that every single character is at least 16 years old. Any reference to an age younger than 16 is a lie, stated by the character or narrator of the story in an attempt to shock the reader. But do not believe them. It is not true. They are really 16 years old or older. Believe me. I know. I wrote the story.


Everybody wants to be skinny. What’s with that? Take my younger sister Cynthia for example. She’s in her last year in high school, smart, pretty, lots of friends, she can even vote now. She just can’t drink, well not legally anyway, but neither can I for a couple of years. So what if she is a little bulky. I think she looks just fine. She is 5′ 2 “, shoulder length blond hair that is so soft to the touch, with strong legs if a little larger than normal. But it’s because of her athletics in school. They are strong muscular legs, not fat, even if she thinks otherwise. She does have a little extra in the tummy and butt area but quite frankly I’ve had a few fantasies about her just the way she is now. I always saw the little extra baggage as great cushioning for some hard activities if you know what I mean. But I’ve got to stop thinking like that. She’s my sister and I should be protecting her.

As for me, my name is David. I never had a girlfriend in school. I’m 19, work the graveyard shift at the local all-night pharmacy, and am not the greatest looking guy myself. At 5′ 10″ I’ve put on a few extra pounds. I do like being around the house when my sister comes home because she often brings a friend or two over and I get to sneak some peaks at a few good looking girls. It gives me great mental images for my “private” sessions in the bathroom.

“I don’t know why you’re going to do that, Cin. You look great. Guys want a little meat on their girlfriends,” I told her. I’m the only one she lets call her that, Cin that is. Of course it’s short for Cynthia but it sounds a bit evil.

“Well I don’t have a boyfriend, smarty-pants,” she shot back “…and it’s because I’m fat. So I’m going to the clinic. I don’t care if it is hypnosis. If he can help then I want to do it. So David just give me a break and support me in this, please.”

“I don’t trust him with all that hypnosis stuff. Who knows what he’ll do to you once you’re under his power,” I warned.

Cynthia looked annoyed. “It’s not like that. He teaches you how to hypnotize yourself. You prepare ahead of time what you want to suggest to yourself. Then you put yourself into some kind of trance with these suggestions on your mind and somehow it all works. He’ll show us how in the class. I’ll show you how it’s all done after my class if you want. Wish me luck.”

I did just that as she got in the car and drove off to her class.

Cynthia got in late that night, our parents already in bed. I heard her come up the stairs so I went into the hallway. “Where have you been, Cin? Hey, that rhymes.”

She gave me that smile she does where the right side of her mouth pulls more than the left. It looks so cute on her. “I went over to Yvette’s after class. She needed some help with her homework.” Yvette was a college classmate of Cynthia’s and has come over a few times. I guess I can see where Cynthia gets the idea that she is fat. Yvette is just the opposite. Being about the same height as Cynthia she is very thin. If I didn’t know she was 18 I would think she was 13 from her body structure. She almost looks flat as if she is just starting to grow her breasts, and her skinny body, arms and legs, almost make her look like a pre-teen. Though Cynthia likes different sports, Yvette only runs. She runs cross-country in the fall and track in the spring. Her dad was some kind of super distance runner from Kenya and she is going to be just like him, black as night but faster than light. I think those skinny legs of hers are all muscle. I’d hate to have her get me in a leg lock. On the other hand, maybe I would. I’ve used Yvette a few times as my image for masturbating and I have to tell you she made it hotter than hell for me.

“So, did you learn anything in your class?” I asked.

“Yes! It was great. But I want to try it out first before I show you.