Chapter 1 - This, is Dave
Story by Dion Dangers on SoFurry
EDIT - decided to hold off the random philosophy of "what if hypnosis was a part of society" because I don't feel confident in writing such a story yet. So this version will just be a slow-burn into full slutty hypnosis.
Forewarning, this is a hypnosis story
Basically, a what-if-story about hypnosis becoming public and integrated into parts of society, there is the fun and sexy hypnosis, but also some serious stuff. Don't worry, this is mostly light-hearted.
Also, I kinda rushed in a paragraph and just left it a few years ago. While occasionlly doodling this character in my head the story expanded and, well... I'm gonna write it. Whether its good or bad, cause fuck it.
He's nothing special. The thirty year old, large and buff rabbit-man woke up every morning; he squeezed into his work-suit before commuting from the city's edge to its center to reach Saintly; a large insurance company to work as a consultant, and Dave worked hard at his job, in his small cubicle, one of hundreds in a tall building.
Dave found it hard to relate and be friendly with fellow coworkers. Normally its celebrated to be fit in a workplace requiring minimal manual labor, but with the kind of build he has, Dave was often confused for security. He was quiet, along with a resting stern expression on his face, and it emenated a false sense of stoic unapproachabiltiy. It bothered him, not being able to socialise with those in his field, although he didn't let it get to him too much.
When off from work, Dave exercised at a gym several blocks away; he found the idea of a coworker seeing him sweaty and in smaller clothes embarrassing. It was a lot less harsher than work, but he encountered similar problems.
Though he had fellow gym members admire and want advice to achieve his build, it was often through hushed words or a small group electing their 'sacrifical lamb' to talk to Dave. He wasn't the only muscular fellow treated like this, but Dave was a man of few words and found it hard to relay this to others in person, or relate to eachother's lifestyles.
In the later hours of night when Dave wasn't tired, he went on an app called Quip - a popular dating/hook-up app that used humor for connections before sexual encounters. Dave's played into the app's design and found it easier to communicate there compared to in person, making jokes about looks being decieving. Overtime, Dave managed to present himself as he wanted, in queer ways he wasn't comfortable enough during day to day; in short - an easy-going hunk. Since discovering the app, he spent almost every night on it.
Although Dave wasn't satisfied.
Tonight, he found himself in the home of a younger Husky-man. Dave stood over him, and watched him get off by inhaling his sweat covered gym clothes. Dave was hard, sure, but it felt dull. This was the twenty'th man with a thing for his clothes, one out of countless bottoms who saw him and said that he must put in all the work for them.
More work.
His day to day life was already repetitive with work, didn't matter what type it was. Dave hoped his night life would make things more fun, but it wasn't.
Dave was getting bored.
And he wasn't having it anymore.