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   The Accidental Slut Pt.  01

   "That's right, Brad.  I'm done.  I am going to dress this way from now
on.  I am fucking tired of all the constant glares and gawking."

   "What is this all about?" asked Brad, looking away from me, instead at
the floor.

   I was dressed in a miniskirt and a blouse that was wide open, exposing
my braless tits to my brother, Brad (assuming he'd look up).  My nipples
were bigger than average and a bit puffy, but otherwise perfectly centered
on my large breasts.  Brad was not just my big brother, but also my
roommate in college, as we shared a small one-bedroom apartment.  He
usually slept in the living room, but on rare occasions, we had been forced
to share the bedroom.  We certainly never did anything criminal, but living
in such a small, enclosed space meant Brad had seen me naked a couple of
times before today.

   The first time he walked in on me naked, I felt a bit awkward, as his
eyes tended to be drawn to my huge tits with my clothes on, and there I was
completely naked.  However, he instantly diverted his eyes and looked away.
He always did that when those uncomfortable situations occurred, doing his
best to not to look at me at all.  My nudity had the same effect on others,
as I discovered today.  Perhaps it had been Brad that somehow sparked the
idea.

   I explained it all to my brother.  "Listen, Brad.  You know that no
matter WHAT top I wear, people are always staring at my tits.  I couldn't
take it anymore.  I was in my Advanced Psychology class and caught not only
my group partner, Tim Pillars, but the teacher himself trying to look down
my top.  We had been studying the effects of hypnosis and meditation.  They
had been sneaking peeks down my blouse and I just lost it.  I ripped open
my shirt and lifted my tits out of my bra.  I swear, Brad, more people
looked away and started treating me with dignity after I did THAT, rather
than all my other efforts of ever dressing modestly.  Well, I figure, if
people only want to look at me as a pair of tits, I might as well give it
to them, right?  They can PROVE just how low they are, or otherwise they
can treat me with some goddamn respect!  Apparently, this method commands
that kind of respect."

   "I think you've gone crazy," said Brad, finally looking at up at me,
perhaps for the first time ever of getting a very clear view of my bare
chest.  For some reason, I just didn't care.

   "I'm telling you, Brad.  I got more respect dressed like this..." I
waved my hands up and down my torso, "...I got more respect in one day
looking like this, than the five years combined I've been here.  After
class, I went to the cafeteria and picked up lunch.  I got none of the
usual cat-calls from the staff there, either.  None of it.  Everyone was
simply behaving!"

   "It's uh...  probably from the shock, Becky.  Once they get used to
this, I dunno...  well, I don't know if your idea will work."

   "Oh, yeah?  Look at you.  You're actually looking at me in the eyes
right now.  You know how rare that is?" Finally, Brad glanced down to scope
my breasts as I said that, but he quickly brought them back to my eyes.  "I
mean it, bro.  You spend a lot of time peeking glances at my cleavage and
now you are being more respectful than ever."

   "I'm not sure what you want me to say.  Whether I agree with your line
of dress?  Becky, you're naked."

   "It's not about the nudity, Brad.  I'm making a statement and I think it
is one that matters.  Women should NOT be looked at as pieces of meat.  I
can't help how I look, but just because I have big tits doesn't mean I
should be subjected to stereotypes and untoward advances."

   "And showing your tits to everyone is going to send this message?" asked
Brad, incredulously.

   "Of course, big brother.  You know it will!  It works on you, doesn't
it?"

   I skipped over to the kitchen to make myself a baloney sandwich, my tits
swinging with the motion.  As much as I'd always hated people trying to
perv on me, for some reason, I now felt free and just didn't care.  Being
able to be unashamed in my appearance and my body was a liberating
experience, and I was enjoying the newfound freedom.  It felt good allowing
my huge tits to be unbound.  Constrained, they were always uncomfortable. I
turned back to my brother.

   "Brad, I hope you will support me in my decision."

   Brad finally snapped, "Listen, Becky!  You do whatever you want outside,
but do you actually have to be this way here?  In the house?"

   "What's it matter?" I asked.  "For once I feel good about myself."

   "I never thought you didn't.  Look, I am sorry you caught me peeking
down your blouse a few times.  It's just...  well...  it's unavoidable. 
I'm not sure you can understand, but THIS is taking things a bit too far,
don't you think?"

   "Listen, Brad," I said, lifting my tits up high, squeezing them and
making my nipples cone-shaped, pointing right at his face.  "This is the
new me Brad.  I'm NOT going to obsess over keeping these things covered
anymore.  I'm not going to despise people gawking at my tits all day.  I'm
going to be me and THESE are very much a part of me."

   Just then, there was a loud knock on the door.

   "Would you put those away?" asked Brad.

   "No!" I insisted, "You're being ridiculous!"

   "Me?"

   Another four raps on the door.  Brad was obviously too ashamed to answer
the door with me holding my tits in the air, so I marched over and opened
it myself.  Sure enough, the man standing in front of me only briefly
looked at my tits before holding respectful eye-contact.  It was Tim
Pillars, my partner from class.

   "What are you doing here?" I asked.  "How did you even know I live
here?" I never cared much for Tim.  He was kind of uppity.  However, he
seemed genuinely distressed and quickly stepped in, shutting the door
behind him.

   "Uh, excuse me?" I asked.  "Can I help you, Tim?" I crossed my arms
under my tits, making sure they weren't covered.  If he was going to look,
I was going to own it.

   "Becky, I'm sorry I am here.  I'm not stalking you, i promise, though I
did look you up in the online student directory.  It didn't have a phone
number, but it did have this address."

   "Oh yeah, we had our phone plan canceled when we submitted our
information to the directory." I looked over at Brad.  "Never thought to
update that stuff." I looked back at Tim.  "Well?  Okay, what it is?"

   "Can we sit down?  This may take a while to explain."

   Now Tim had me curious.  I motioned for him to sit on the couch in the
living room.  As he did, I took the loveseat across from it, while Brad
stood at my side.

   "Becky, today in class.  Do you remember what happened?"

   "Yes, I was just explaining to my brother..."

   "It sounds crazy to me," said Brad, "but she insists this is the new
her."

   Tim cleared his throat and continued.  "Becky, today in class, Dr. 
Anderson hypnotized you."

   "What?  No way.  I don't remember that at all!"

   "Yeah, he was performing a demonstration.  You don't even remember him
approaching our desk when he offered to do that, do you?"

   "When did he do this?" I asked.

   "Near the end of class, before you uh...  before you ripped open you
shirt and flashed everyone."

   "I didn't flash, Tim!  I took a stand.  Enough is enough."

   "Well, yeah, I agree with that.  You did say that," Tim countered.  "Let
me explain.  When you were hypnotized, the professor said that when someone
is in a trance state, they still won't do something that they wouldn't be
willing to do when awake and aware.  To give us an example, he offered to
hypnotize you and ask you what your most deepest, darkest, most shameful
secret is.  He said you would refuse to answer the question."

   "I don't remember any of this," I said.  "You're lying to me."

   "No, I'm not.  It only took him a moment to put you under.  You
volunteered, Becky!"

   I vaguely remember something when the teacher was standing at our desk,
but this was all foggy to me.  I honestly didn't remember anything in class
happening like this.

   Tim continued, "Once you were under, rather than refusing to answer, you
rambled on about how you couldn't stand people always looking at your tits.
That it made you feel like a piece of meat.  You said some other things,
too, but I won't get into it."

   "Now this is beginning to make sense," said Brad.  I looked up at my
brother.  He was genuinely buying into this story, but as I sat there with
my tits completely exposed, feeling quite happy about my attitude of it, I
just couldn't accept what Tim was telling us as truth.

   "Okay, Tim.  It's not how I remember it at all.  I DO remember you and
the teacher taking glances down my cleavage when I was speaking to you."

   "RIGHT!  We were!  It's hard not to when talking to you.  It's probably
why you brought it up when the teacher asked you what your secret was. 
Apparently, you can't stand it when people do that.  It makes you feel like
a slut.  That's what you said, anyway."

   "Hmmm...  okay," I said, meekly, sitting back a bit.  His words caught
me off guard, because they were true.  I mean, if I was truly honest with
myself, the constant attention to my body from my peers did make me feel a
little slutty, even though I wasn't one in the true sense of the word.

   "The teacher asked you, if you were to drop all inhibitions, how would
you respond to the people who gawk at you and make you feel this way?"

   "You said your shame...  your deepest, darkest secret...  would be to
fuck all of them.  To make them pay for undressing you in their minds. 
That you get full 'ownership' of their cocks." Tim made the quotation mark
sign with his fingers as he emphasized the word, "ownership."

   My mind was shattered.  My absolute deepest and darkest secret had
indeed just been revealed to me, from my annoying lab partner, no less!  It
was so embarrassing to know that he knew this about me, but I immediately
objected anyway.  Never would I admit to such a thing in public, right?

   "That is a lie!  I would never say that!" I didn't deny it, but implied
so.  I didn't want Tim or my brother to think I had slutty thoughts like
that.

   Tim looked at me in a sincere way; one that revealed a touch of
humility. "I'm sorry, Becky.  We all heard it.  Whether it is a dark secret
that you don't consciously hold is for you to understand, but I promise,
Becky, that's what we heard you say."

   I almost wanted to cry.  "I don't understand.  Why would you do this?" I
was so humiliated.

   "We should never have taken it so far.  But Becky, the thing is...  the
professor gave you a post-hypnotic suggestion."

   "Of course he did!" cried Brad.  "That explains her tits being out."

   "That's stupid, Brad.  I made this decision on my own."

   "You did and you didn't," interjected Tim.

   "Excuse me?" I asked.

   "The professor told you that you would no longer feel ashamed of
something that you can't control.  The ogling and whatnot you claimed
occurs so often in your life.  He said you would devise a way, in your
mind, to no longer be a slave to embarrassment when people try to look at
your tits."

   "And this is how I answered that?  By showing my tits?"

   "Apparently so," said Tim.  "There's more.  He also told you that you
will no longer feel ashamed to hold such dark fantasies in your mind.  That
you will find an outlet to explore your needs, and that you will lose any
inhibitions that would prevent you from achieving a healthy sex life."

   "He was suggesting I am sexually repressed?"

   "I think so, yeah, maybe."

   "Man, this is getting heavy," said Brad.

   Tim looked up at him.  "The thing is, I spoke with the teacher after
your sister left." Then he turned back to me.  "I think he may have
accidentally turned you into slut.  An actual slut."

   "WHAT?!" I screamed.

   "Calm down," said Tim.  "Obviously, nothing has happened to you yet. 
Well, other than you showing us your tits...  but you can remain calm."

   "Listen, asshole," I yelled.  "I got my tits out to STOP being treated
like a slut.  It's worked just fine, too!"

   "Exactly," said Tim.  "It HAS worked.  You had to go to all the trouble
of getting your tits out just to get some respect from me, but what happens
if I STOP respecting you?"

   "What do you mean?"

   Tim glanced at my huge knockers for just a second, before taking a deep
breath and raising his head.  He grabbed me the shoulders, looking me
squarely in the eyes.  "Becky, what I am suggesting is that we have
unwittingly taken away what would be considered a healthy amount of
modesty, or shame - whatever you wish to call it - from your personality. I
am actually suggesting that the professor unintentionally removed ALL shame
from you."

   "You mean like I would be okay being a total slut?  Hate to break it to
you, partner, but nope, that is not the case.  Just because my tits are out
does not make me a slut or even a sex object.  This is my freedom.  It's my
insurance on demanding respect!"

   "Yes, yes, you told us that.  What will be your reaction when someone
doesn't respect you, though?" Tim took his hands off me and slowly lowered
his eyes, landing on my large nipples.  Instead of only glancing, he now
stared.

   'How dare he?' I thought.  He was antagonizing the situation,
purposefully being obnoxious about seeing my tits out just to get a
reaction from me.

   "Hey, wait a minute, Tim.  Now I KNOW this is a prank.  You wouldn't
stare at my tits just to be a pervert.  You've already proven to me that
you aren't like that."

   But my words had no effect on him.  Tim continued to stare at my body
and I felt as if I was forced to arch my back out and really pronounce my
breasts out.

   'Look at my tits, you jerk!' I thought to myself.  'If that's what this
has been all about.  Taking advantage of my newfound freedom just to show
your true pervert colors.'

   "Do you feel anything?" asked Tim.

   "I feel like you're being an asshole.  You're not respecting me."

   This was really pissing me off.  If Tim was going to perv on me and my
brother wasn't going to come to my defense, I had to do something drastic.
I immediately stood up and removed my skirt and panties.

   "Hey, Asshole.  I'm not just a pair of tits.  I got a great ass and
pussy, too!  Why don't you just treat me like a piece of meat, you fucker?
Didn't your mother raise you any better?"

   Sure enough, I noticed a sizable growth in Tim's pants.  He really was a
creep.  Finally, he stopped looking at my body and looked me in the eyes
again.

   "Becky, does behaving this way feel normal to you?  You realize you're
completely naked?"

   "I'm only naked because I might as well be!  You are ALWAYS undressing
me with your eyes!"

   It made perfect sense to me to be protesting Tim's action in such a way,
but I certainly hadn't planned on seeing my brother's reaction to my
nudity, as I caught him scratching at his crotch, which was every bit as
engorged as Tim's!  Fucking perverts to look at me like this!

   "What have you done?" asked Brad to Tim.  "Can you fix it?"

   Tim pretended to not care about seeing me naked and responded to my
brother.  "I think I can, but she'll have to allow me to.  I think she's
resistant right now.  I would be, if I were in her shoes."

   "Stop talking about me as if I'm not here," I screamed, lifting one leg
up onto the couch.  This allowed my pussy to be seen better by the two.  I
could easily stroke it, I thought, which I might as well do, considering
they were sporting erections as if I was just some everyday slut.

   "This is getting weird," said Brad.  "What are we going to do?"

   "First thing, I don't think we should let her out of your place until we
resolve this.  I can try to hypnotize her again and break this suggestion,
but I'll call the professor if we must."

   "I think maybe you should call him now," said Brad, trying to avoid
focusing his attention on my fingers which were rhythmically stroking my
clit.

   "So are you two finished looking at me as if I am a slut?" I asked.

   "Yes," they said in tandem.  They both looked me in the eyes and I
sensed sincerity.

   "Alright then, I'll put my skirt back on."

   That's when my brother paused to look at me again.  He took a couple
glances back at Tim and said, "You know what?  Fuck it.  Let's have fun
with this a minute."

   "Excuse me?" I asked, standing up straight again.

   Tim eyed Brad and smiled.  "Really?" he asked.

   "Sure, why not.  She's my big sister and she spent years torturing me
growing up.  So long as you promise me we can fix this."

   "It's just a post-hypnotic suggestion," said Tim.  "I'm confident it can
be reversed."

   Finally, they turned their attention to me fully, though I hadn't yet
put my skirt back on as I said I would, I was holding it, using it to cover
my shaved pubic area as they spoke to me.

   "Becky, do you feel in control of what you are doing right now?" Brad
asked.

   "Of course.  I told you so," I said.  "I'm not exactly sure I believe
Tim's story."

   I mean, I had to admit, some of these actions I engaged in seemed a bit
strange on the surface, but when I really thought about it, it seemed to
make sense.  I think what I did proved to the two that I deserved every bit
as much respect as they got from me.  It may have been a bit graphic, and
it may have even turned me on a little if I was honest about it, but I
think I got my message across.  Unfortunately, their conversation implied
they were up to something else now.  I stood up straight and watched as my
brother approached me, already going back to gawking at my tits.

   "I am going to look at your breasts," he said.  "Maybe even feel them. I
am going to appreciate your body for a while.  Since you are willing to
expose yourself to me, then I am going to take advantage of that."

   "Take advantage all you want, Brad!  But I didn't think my own brother
would become such an asshole.  You don't have to be such a creepy perv, you
know.  It was one thing to try to sneak peeks down my cleavage, but for you
to disrespect me like this...  now?"

   "Yeah, yeah...  whatever," he said, just eyeing my fully exposed cans.
Tim was doing it, too.  No shame in either one of their faces.

   I quickly dropped my skirt and laid on the floor, spreading my legs
wide. I rammed two fingers in my pussy.

   "If you assholes think treating me like a piece of meat is cute, you got
another think coming.  Show me your cocks, you fucking nitwits!  Show me
you even got half a chance with the likes of me!"

   I grabbed the bottom of one of my breasts, lifting it to my tongue,
wetting the nipple.  Both Brad and Tim were naked within seconds displaying
healthy erections.  My brother only beat Tim's in size by a little bit.

   "In my pussy.  Now!" I yelled.  I hoped it would be Tim's, because I
wasn't sure I wanted my brother fucking me.  Brad would have to do with a
blowjob.  I quickly arranged them as such and they got busy pumping.

   "Thanks, sis!" cried Brad.

   I pulled his cock out to say, "You should be ashamed you think of me
like this, but as I see it, you're the fucking slut here, not me.  Just
look at you.  Begging me to suck your dick."

   "I'm not begging," he said.

   "Oh, yeah?"

   I refused to service any attention on Brad's cock as I allowed Tim to
pound me in my vagina.  I sat up a bit to watch his thick cock go in and
out or my swollen pussy.  Even if I didn't give a shit what this asshole
was to me, I might as well enjoy the view.

   "Come on, Becky.  Put it back in your mouth."

   "No, not until you say you're sorry."

   "I'm sorry for treating you like a piece of meat, Becky."

   Good enough for me.  I swallowed his large cock again and sucked to my
discontent.  Or rather his.  Soon, his load filled my mouth, forcing me to
swallow some deep into my throat.  It was salty and bitter, but I managed
to hold it down.

   "Oh my god," said Tim, as I was wiping the last bit of cum from my
mouth. He pulled out and unloaded all over my stomach.



   "You asshole!" I shouted.  "I hadn't even cum yet.  You fucking prick!
Of course you assholes - who always gawk at me like juveniles - wouldn't be
able to satisfy me!  You just proved it."

   Both Tim and Brad hung their heads, but I could see both of them were
slightly smiling.  Then it hit me.  I just swallowed my brother's cum and I
let a person I didn't like very much fuck me.  I sat up, shocked.

   "Oh my god, Tim, you're right."

   He stood up straight, "About?"

   "I really was hypnotized, wasn't I?" I looked up at the both of them, my
eyes wide.  The weight of this was finally hitting me.

   "Uh, yeah, I am afraid so."

   "Can we fix it?  Please tell me we can fix it!"

   "I think so," he said.

   Brad interjected.  "It'll be too bad about the tits out in the open
thing.  If that's where your inhibitions stopped, maybe it woulda been fun
for a while, but this is too much, sister.  We gotta get you back the way
you were.  Social norms and all."

   "Brad, I just sucked you off.  Oh my god, I can't believe I did that."

   "And yet you would do it again right now?" He was smirking.

   "Well, of course.  If only to show you it's terrible of you to even ask
or consider it." Then I paused.  "Wait, that isn't something practical to
do, is it?  Or is it?"

   I was really confused and hoping my brother would honestly help me when
Tim stepped forward with his cock dangling in front of me.  "We can correct
the issue of you losing your inhibitions, Becky, but we don't have to give
them ALL back, you know."

   I knew it wasn't logical to have enjoyed being treated like a slut just
now, but it felt so good.  I was going to be a bit saddened that I wouldn't
enjoy this state of mind longer if we reversed the effects...  but I dared
not admit that to either my brother or my lab partner.

   "So what are we going to do?  Hypnotize me again?  I don't even remember
doing it the first time."

   "I can try.  I paid attention in class.  Worst case scenario, we call
the professor."

   "You mean he would have to come here and do it himself?"

   "Yes.  That sounds likely."

   "And he would see me naked?  And if he didn't treat me respectfully, I
would probably fuck him?"

   "That appears to be your modus operandi," said Tim, flatly.

   "Call him!  Please call him!" I cried.  "He's always trying to look down
my top, now I will let him see everything.  See if he is a professional or
a pervert.  I always figured him for the latter."

   "Becky, listen to yourself," said Brad, looking at me.  Why was he being
so respectful?  I was clearly showing my tits off, but he kept looking me
in my eyes.  "Don't you find this abnormal?  Consider what would happen."

   Illicit thoughts erupted in my mind, imagining the professor fucking me
on all fours while I sucked my brother off again.  Maybe Tim could be
jacking off in my face.  Ideas ran wild.

   "You're not helping," I said to Brad.  "Something is wrong.  Any time I
have any sexual thought, it's like I am hyper-sensitive to it.  I cannot
explain it, but there's no better way to describe it than I am a total
slut. Please, Brad, I need to be a slut!  Let me be one.  It feels so good.
I've never felt better in my life.  I want your cock, Brad.  I want all the
cocks!"

   "Oh man," said Brad.  "You really have gone crazy.  Becky.  Remember,
it's the hypnotic trance you're in.  Or something.  You've lost all
inhibitions."

   "It's more than that, Brad.  Not only have I lost them, I am
hyper-turned on by ANYTHING.  See?  Look at my tits!  I will show you.  It
turns me on so much!"

   I thrust them out for him to see and of course, he couldn't help but
shift his attention to them for a bit.  It instantly drove my pussy into a
frenzy.  He was just staring!

   "Get a hold of yourself, Becky," my brother said, but I was having none
of it.  Until Tim got back with the professor, I intended to utilize my
newfound freedom.

   "Tim, go find that professor NOW," said Brad.  "Be quick.  I'm not sure
how long I can last."

   In seconds, Tim was dressed and out the door, while I was slapping
Brad's cock against my face.

   "How many times have you beat off to me, little brother?" I asked. 
"Please, I have to know!"

   "I don't know!" he squirmed.

   "Please, tell me!"

   I really did want to know.  That may sound sick to some people, but it
made sense to me right now.  If I was going to be a slut, I needed to be
validated.

   "I dunno, twenty?  Thirty?"

   "Thirty!" I gasped, slapping his cock even harder against my cheek.  I
hoped it left marks..

   Then Brad bowed his head.  "Honestly, way more times than I can count.
There's been a lot of your outfits over the years that provided material,
if you know what I mean."

   His admission to jerking off over fantasies of me made my pussy tingle
and shook me to the core.  "Promise me something, Brad," I asked, gently
taking the head of his cock in my mouth.

   "What, sis?"

   "I know when we fix everything I will likely go back to being my old
self."

   "Yes?"

   "Just, even if I tell you it's gross and don't do it...  to not beat off
to fantasies to me...  um..."

   "This is so embarrassing," Brad said.

   "I know, I know," I said, pulling off his cock off my mouth for a
moment. "Just do me a favor.  The real me will likely tell you not to do
it, but please don't stop doing it.  Think back to this time often and jack
off to it.  Secretly, I love it.  I really do.  I won't ever admit it if
the effects are reversed, but it's true.  It's really true.  I love the
idea of you jerking off to me."

   "Um, okay, Becky.  If you say so, but I know you.  You'll harp on me no
matter what I do.  Ashamed you ever endured all this."

   "I know, you're probably right.  Just ignore the request to never think
about it again, which I am sure I will tell you to do, knowing the old me."

   "Yeah, I guess I coulda gotten used to this."

   "Brad, quick, use my pussy.  Before they get back!" I so badly needed to
be fucked and frankly, I was thrilled my brother was the one.  He'd at
least be compassionate, understanding and discrete about this in the
future.

   Also, I really loved his cock...



   The Accidental Slut Pt.  02

   I cried on the couch for some time.  So many feelings and emotions and
thoughts, my brain was overheated.  I recognized, but only barely, that I
was nearly in shock.  As I sat on the couch, quietly wiping my tears away,
I continued to think back on the events that recently transpired.

   My professor, Dr.  Charles Anderson, and my lab partner, Tim Pillars,
had left more than an hour ago, but not before I had Dr.  Anderson's long,
skinny cock stuffed down my throat.  The worst thing about it...  it was I
who had insisted on the act.  The poor man tried desperately to keep me off
of him, but with him glaring at my big tits, getting me so horny, I
insisted on getting (what I felt at the time) was my just due.  After
finally swallowing his load and settling down, I agreed to allow the
professor to hypnotize me again...  or rather, un-hypnotize me, as it were.
He was to remove all the post-hypnotic suggestions from the first time he'd
hypnotized me.

   These were suggestions that supposedly had me behaving the way I was
behaving, like a slut.  Even though I was aware that post-hypnotic
suggestions had me acting like this, the knowledge of it didn't seem to
have any effect on making me want to stop.  Hopefully, the professor would
correct this problem.

   With cum dripping down my face, Dr.  Anderson looked at me and said,
"Miss Becky, please allow me just a few minutes of your undivided
attention. I need you to sit back and simply listen to my voice and follow
along."

   Tim, my lab partner, was still there and just ogling me while the doctor
went on, trying to push the agenda forward.  It really pissed me off that
Tim would be so inconsiderate.  I was a sexed-up mess as a result of THEIR
actions, and he was just looking at me like I was an everyday slut (or so
that's how I perceived it, anyway).

   "Alright, professor," I said.  "I'll do this on one condition.  Tim has
to strip off his clothes, sit down on this couch and allow me to sit in his
lap, ON HIS DICK!"

   "What?  Why?" he screamed.  Tim was barely able to conceal the gigantic
erection he was sporting, so he very well knew why, I thought.

   "Because I am holding you accountable to your thoughts!  Just look at
that thing you're trying to hide.  And this whole time you've been staring
at me like a piece of meat!  I'm going to show you exactly what it feels
like.  Do it now, or we call the whole thing off."

   Tim looked at the professor, pleading for help, but the instructor just
replied, "You better do it.  This seems rational to her.  The best way I
can explain it, is her logic skillss are working in an alternate reality."

   Fucking Tim did seem rational to me, regardless of what the professor
was going on about.  Even though I had conceded I had been hypnotized, the
decisions I made, and the actions I committed to, seemed perfectly
justifiable to me.  I got up from the couch as Tim stripped naked and he
sat down where I had been.  After a twenty second struggle of getting
comfortably positioned, I finally had his cock jammed deep inside me.  It
felt amazing to fill my cavity so completely, as I finally directed my
attention back to the professor.

   "Okay, so now we may continue," I said.  I leaned back a bit against
Tim, allowing his cock to push forward inside me.  I bet the impression of
his penis could be seen through my stomach.  The idea of that turned me on
as the professor began counting down...

   I don't know how long I'd been listening to Dr.  Anderson when it dawned
on me that I was willfully allowing Tim, that asshole-pervert-lab partner
of mine, to put his cock in me.  I jumped off, practically crashing over
the coffee table.  My breasts jiggled and bounced as I regained my balance
and awkwardly stood up.

   I wanted to say something.  I wanted to cover up, but I was in disbelief
from all the shameful thoughts bouncing in my head.  Whatever the professor
had done, he had allowed me to remember all the events that had occurred
this day, up to that very moment.  I remembered absolutely everything I'd
done since I'd arrived home from school.

   "Are you okay, Becky?" the professor, asked softly.  Tim was still
seated, trying to look away and cover himself.  I didn't see my brother,
Brad, anywhere.

   The gravity of the situation was overloading my circuits.  To sum up the
events earlier from today, I'd fucked my lab partner while sucking off
Brad, my brother.  Then I fucked Brad while Tim had gone to fetch the
professor.  I practically raped the professor when he got here...  and then
Tim again, before being "hypnotized" back to normal.

   As the two sat there staring at me, I felt like such a colossal slut. 
The 'modest me' was back and absolutely mortified that she had done such
horrendous things.

   The professor finally looked to Tim and said, "Why don't we pack up
here. Let's give her some privacy."

   While I stood there in shock, still naked, Tim quickly got dressed and
paired up with the professor who had offered to give Tim a lift to his
dorm.

   "Goodbye, Becky," said Tim, quietly, as he reached for the door.  "We'll
see you in class."

   As I mentioned, it's been an hour since Tim and Dr.  Anderson left the
apartment and I still hadn't gotten off the sofa, or even cleaned up.  I
just sat there, quietly sobbing, embarrassed, confused, frozen in shame. 
It was then I heard a soft voice behind me.

   "Becky, are you going to be okay?" It was Brad.  I turned and saw him
entering the living room.  He was dressed in his flannel pajamas, his
typical lounge-around attire in the evenings.

   I wiped off a tear and said, "No...  I don't know...  Ugh...  I just
can't believe I did that..."

   I knew I probably had reason to be angry with my brother for fucking me,
but considering the actions I'd initiated, I couldn't even begin to wrap my
mind around it all.  Brad, however, brought up the subject, anyway.

   "Becky, I am really sorry," said Brad, sitting down in the loveseat
across from me.  "What happened today was perhaps unforgiveable, but
please...  if you can understand, know that I never meant to hurt you, or
humiliate you in any way.  You were just, uh...  kind of irresistible.  But
now I feel terrible about it.  It's why I excused myself to my room when
Tim and the professor got here."

   "You mean, after we...  we..." I couldn't get it out.

   "Should I get your robe?" Brad asked.

   I touched my face, feeling dried cum.  I looked at Brad, still with that
shocked look on my face.  "Oh my god, Brad, this is so embarasing.  Yes,
please."

   As Brad stood up to get my robe, I noticed his eyes take another quick
peek at my tits and that familiar shiver shot through my body.  Hypnotized
or not, I had to admit that I must have enjoyed people sexualizing me.  I
suppose I had always represssed that, prior to this experience.

   As Brad left to get the robe, I leaned back against the couch and
stretched out.  With my shoulders arched, my tits were quite a sight to
behold.  I figured if I was finally going to get dressed, I may as well
allow Brad one more good view...  and for me, one more good reaction to it.
Why not?  It wasn't as if the day hadn't been far crazier than that
already, I thought.

   But when Brad came back, that horny feeling proved much more intense
than I'd expected.  His piercing eyes at my naked body instantly soaked my
pussy.  I was so excited from his reaction to my nudity, it felt like I was
halfway to an orgasm.  Then a thought hit me and I froze.  My blank stare
must have caught my brother's attention.

   "You okay?  What's wrong?" he asked.

   I looked up my brother.  "The professor had been insistant that I
remember all the events that happened today when he 'un-hypnotized' me, as
it were.  He felt I needed to know and remember everything.  Brad, do you
remember when I had explained earlier, while I was under that post-hypnotic
trance or whatever it was, that everything felt hyper-sexualized?"

   "Yeah, I remember," Brad said, sitting down next to me.  I felt his eyes
on my tits, but didn't mind.  It felt good with his gaze upon them.  "Of
course, I remember.  The professor eluded it to it being an unintended
consequence of the suggestions he gave you, I think."

   "It's happening again.  I don't think this is normal.  I mean,
everything is...  uh...  "

   "Maybe we should call the professsor back?  I don't know anything about
hypnosis to offer an opinion," said Brad.

   "No, no, not right now," I said.  "It's just you and me here.  I feel
confident I don't have any of those weird-logic thoughts that I had before.
I just notice that I'm...  well...  hornier, I guess.  Easily aroused."

   "Uh...  okay.  Um...  Uh..."

   "Brad, I DO NOT expect anything like what happened earlier today to
occur again, don't think that.  I'm just saying.  The horny thing is still
happening."

   I was surprised I was being so blunt with my brother, and I think he was
too, so we both ended up giggling awkwardly.  Having fucked just a couple
hours earlier didn't make the subject mattter any eaiser to talk about.  I
continued to explain my situation for another couple minutes while staying
exposed, rather than taking the robe.  I enjoyed Brad's frequent gazes and
finally decided to just admit it to him.

   "So I have to be honest, Brad.  I am conflicted.  Like, I am enjoying
you looking at me.  Like really looking at me.  It gets me horny.  Prior to
the incident, i would have been angry with you gawking at me like that,
even with clothes on."

   "Interesting," said Brad.  "So you think maybe this whole episode has
reframed your reaction to such a thing happening.  Has it made you drop
your inhibitions?"

   "Well, won't it?  If I don't get hostile when someone glances at my tits
- if indeed, I embrace the very fact that I like it - won't I naturally
drop my old inhibitions?  Maybe before it was a defense mechanism.  A
subconcious defense mechanism.  To get angry and prudish.  To ward off
inappropriate thoughts..."

   "Inappropriate thoughts?"

   "Yeah...  well, you know..."

   "So now you can address inappropriate thoughts in a healthy way, you
think?  Rather than just getting pissy?" Then Brad cracked a wide smile and
said, "How's this for a thought?  My dick was in your mouth today and I
must say, it felt amazing."

   I instantly blushed deep red.  "Brad!" I screamed!  "It is WAY too early
to make a joke about all this." I covered my face with my hands, wishing I
could strike the image from my mind, no matter how enjoyable the act was.
Brad's thick cock in the vacuum of my mouth felt so good.

   "It's almost like your mouth was designed for my cock."

   "Brad!" I screamed.  "Stop it.  Now you're just being crazy!" Brad
almost said those words as if he wanted to do it again and it sent my pussy
tingling.

   "I'm just saying.  You have an amazing skill.  I've never had a
girlfriend suck cock as well as you did today.  Hey, I wonder if it would
be the same, though?"

   He kept on about me sucking his dick and it was only getting me wetter.
"What are you talking about?"

   "Just when you were in slut mode, I guess.  Now that you're back to
normal, will your uh...  skillset...  be diminished."

   I almost wanted to punch him from the insult, but then I noticed in his
pajamas, his cock was at full alert.  "BRAD!!" I screamed, obviously
shocked to see him getting aroused again, especially after he had seen so
remorseful from fucking me earlier in the day."

   "I'm sorry, I can't help it!  You should put some clothes on if you
don't want me getting hard.  I'm only human, Becky!"

   I couldn't take it anymore and I caved to my increasing hot desire.  I
leapt at Brad's cock, grabbing it through his flannel pajamas.

   "Hey!  What are you doing?" he screamed.

   "Fuck me, Brad," I whispered.  "Just shut up and fuck me.  I want you
inside me."

   I ripped my brother's pants down his legs and pulled him on top of me.
Without arguing or fighting, he navigated his thick shaft onto my open
pussy.  I never realized how intimidating and strong my brother could be
until that moment.  Watching him take control as he guided his cock in and
out, finding a perfect rhythm.  I latched onto him, pushing him deeper in
still.

   "When do we admit this is wrong?  That we shouldn't be doing this?"
asked Brad, staring me in the eye, while he continued to drive his cock
into me, with a firm, but gently force.
   "This isn't wrong," I said.  "It can't be.  It feels too good."