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Becoming a Winner { mc, mf, md, 1st, reluc, also light bd }
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Synopsis: Hal transforms Betty and himself from nerdy losers to
gorgeous winners.

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PART 1 - BETTY FOUND
Synopsis: We meet Betty and Hal. Hal plans to help Betty.

Betty was a junior in a top eastern college. She was a brilliant
student with a close to straight A-average, in the chemistry
club, astronomy club, and captain of the chess team. She was a
5'6" dirty-blond with a 46-DDD bust. Sounds great, until you get
to know her.

Despite Betty's obvious assets, she has a serious weight problem
and a complexion that looked like the craters on the surface of
the moon. As a result, Betty has a rotten self-image and no
self-confidence in anything not "intellectual". She was deathly
afraid of anything social or physical. Everyone considered Betty
a nerd. Her small group of friends were also "nerds". Inside this
small group she was warm, outgoing, funny, and energetic. In
every other social circle on campus, she was marked a total
"loser". Betty's few dates had ended poorly. She had never got
beyond second base and had never been asked out twice by the same
boy. She was still a virgin, though not by choice.

Betty's outlet for her frustration was eating, mostly candy,
cake, and potato chips. It's not surprising that she has problems
with her weight and complexion. Betty wanted to be pretty, to be
attractive to boys, she dreamed of having a hot, sexy body, but
she'd given up trying to improve her appearance. Her thick mass
of hair was usually a knotted mess that was primarily used to
cover her pot-marked face. Her clothing was equally designed to
conceal and protect her from the view of the outside world.
Despite her gigantic bosom, which her best attempts couldn't
hide, the world would did not appreciate Betty's, 46-40-42
figure. She never wore makeup or anything colorful, not wanting
to attract attention.

Hal was a first-year graduate student in psychology at the same
school. He was at the top of his class and the darling of his
professors. The fact that he was only 5'10" and nothing special
to look at did not matter to them. In fact, Hal's appearance was
similar to Betty's in several ways, bad complexion & slightly
overweight. Neither problem was anywhere near as bad as Betty's
was. Hal's strongest assets were his belief in himself and his
proven ability to achieve his goals.

Hal knew he needed to get away from the books he constantly
studied. So, he joined the chess club to "get out" a little. He
called ahead to get times and directions. Betty, the captain of
the team, had a sweet yet sultry voice that made his cock harden.
He hoped the rest of the package matched that "fuck me" voice.

On the night of Hal's first meeting, Betty gave him a warm
welcome and introduced him to everyone. He immediately took a
liking to Betty. Her looks didn't match his hopes, but she had a
quick wit, genuine warmth, boundless energy, kindness, and
sensitivity for others. Her intelligence might be a bit greater
then his, but Hal took this as a challenge, not a threat. He was
able to overlook Betty's physical problems, because he was
attracted to her "joie de vie". Over the weeks that followed Hal
sought out Betty's company with increasing frequency.

Betty was immensely flattered by the attention given to her by
this graduate student. She was attracted to him more and more.
She wished he would hold her, kiss her, and touch her, but was
too afraid of rejection to make the first move. In her
frustration, Betty began to work Hal into her regular fantasies.
In them, she was usually a helpless, bound captive forced to do
whatever her captor demanded. Instead of playing with herself
every few weeks, Betty began doing it on an almost nightly basis,
fantasying she was captured by a Pirate king, or a princess
carried off by a bandit chief, or a slave girl dancing for her
master. More and more often that master/pirate/captor was Hal.

=====

Struggling in vain, I was dragged kicking and scratching into the
presence of the Pirate Chief. "Captain Hal, the prisoner," said
one. "Ho Ho! Me lads ye brought me a pretty one", said he as he
looked me over up and down.

I cast my eyes downward, my dress was in disarray because of my
struggles against these ruffians. Fortunately, he was only able
to see the top of my bosom and the bottom of my legs, more though
then I'd ever show a gentleman. The rest was hidden from his
roving eyes.

I looked him over as he stood and walked to me. He was cleaner
then the two who held me and probably smelled better, looking
only a little older then my 18 years, yet he towered over me and
looked as if he could break me in half like a twig.

As I realized that this powerful man held my fate in his hands, I
began to feel unfamiliar sensations between my legs. I had felt
it before only once when I rubbed myself there, but I was so
severely punished, having my hands tied behind my back for an
entire week, that I never dared take the chance that my mother
would again catch me doing it.

"So girl," he said to me, "What ransom will ye family pay for ye
safe return?" I addressed him in a meek and respectful manner as
I still had a glimmer of hope, "Please sir, I am an orphan who
was being sent to her widowed aunt, who is not wealthy, but is my
only family. There is no one to pay ransom for me. Please release
me as I am of no value to you."

"Young, pretty lass may have value other then gold, but the goods
needs be seen. Hold her tight lads," he said with a hungry look
as he drew a huge knife from his belt and proceeded to cut every
scrap of clothing from my body. I tried to escape him, but could
not move from the vice like grips that held me.

I was spitting mad, my only dress was destroyed. All my other
possessions had gone down when the pirates sank the Mayfair, the
ship on which I had been sailing, with all hands lost except for
me.

"How dare you! You ruffian, you blackguard," I screamed at him.
My head snapped back as pain exploded in my right cheek from a
slap I had not even seen.

"Watch ye tongue lassie or I'll cut it out. Show proper respect
for the captain," said he. Stars swirled before my eyes. No one
had every struck me before. I would have fallen, but was still
held tightly, now thoroughly cowed.

As I was trying to recover, I felt his hand lift my right breast
as if to weigh it. "Ye got ample equipment lassie," said he as
his other hand began to maul my left breast. My dear departed
mother had always complained my breasts were much too big for my
slight frame. This did not seem to bother Captain Hal. I did not
trust myself to speak, fearing more pain.

His hands shifted. They began rolling both teats, which soon
became almost painfully hard, between rough fingers. I shut my
eyes trying to deny the sensations being forced upon me against
my will. The continued heat building in my breasts suddenly
jumped between my legs as a low moan was forced between my lips.
How long this continued I couldn't say. I could not seem to form
rational thought, lost between fear and the storm brewing within
me.

Unexpectedly, his hand shot downward, cupping my most intimate
treasure. A loud moan, almost a scream was forced from me.
Without thought my body pressed itself against his hand. It was
glorious, it was maddening, then it was gone. My hips thrust
forward seeking to renew the feeling between my legs.

I heard laughter and realized the two pirates holding me fast had
seen my body betray me to the captain's touch. Every inch of me
flushed red with shame and embarrassment. How could I, a properly
bred English girl be made to behave like a whore walking the
streets of London? There was little more, I thought in my
ignorance, which could be done to dishonor me.

"Aye, you have some small value, me lass, but I'll be needing to
keep ye here a bit to value ye fully. Lay her out facing skyward
on me bed lads," he ordered. "Aye, Captain Hal," they responded
and dragged my limp body onto the Captain's bed where he tied my
arms securely to the bedposts then dismissed his men.

I drew up my legs and crossed them in a useless attempt to hide
my womanhood from this pirate. He smiled and laughed evily at my
pityful attempt at modesty, but for the moment did nothing to
stop me.

The captain brought over a skin of spiced wine and command,
"Drink! Ye will need strength before the morning dawn." I coughed
out the strong wine, it ran down my chin and between my breasts.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back my head until my
mouth opened. "Drink," he commanded once again. I managed to
swallow most of it. He emptied half the large skin into me and
drank the rest himself.

I started to feel dizzy from the wine. Attempting to regain
balance, modesty forgotten, my legs spread once more.

I watched as if in a trance as he undressed before me. My eyes
fell on his engorged manhood. My mother had refused to explain
what it did along with all such disgusting subjects not fit for a
well-bred, unwed girl.

I did not react until he dived between my still open thighs. I
screamed as he fastened his mouth to my wet slit. All my earlier
sensations returned in an instant. The storm burst within me once
more, I could not think, only feel what he forced me to feel. The
Captain, not I, commanded my body. He proceeded to drive me mad
with passion.

"Oooooooooh, Captain, Take me! Use me! Make me your whore," I
screamed my submission to him. He paused a moment. I was a slut,
lower then the cheapest whore. Never could I return to my former
life. What would become of me? I knew only that I needed more of
my Captain's touch. My dishonor was complete, so quickly had my
submission been forced.

His fingers entered me to confirm his curiosity. I felt a slight
discomfort when they pressed against my maidenhood, my innermost
defense, then withdrew.

He released my arms from their bindings then laughed as I wrapped
myself around him. I pressed myself onto his hardness being na ve
of what do next. "Ye won't need to wait long, lassie," said he as
pressed me down and positioned himself above me.

A few probes were followed by a little pop as the tip of his
massive tool entered me. I raised my hands over my head, crossing
my wrists, imagining I was still bound. I was in bliss. Gentle
strokes moved him slowly deeper. I felt so full.

My hips began experimental thrusts of their own. I moved to his
rhythm. When I began feeling sharp jabs, we both knew he had
brought himself to my barrier.

I should have braced myself for the inevitable, but was na ve of
the pain and pleasure about to befall me. Having already shown
uncharacteristic restraint, my Captain's patience had run out.

He drew back a little then rammed himself into me. The exquisite
pain ripped a scream from my lips as his massive tool tore
through me, burying itself deep within.

Not waiting for me to recover he began urgent thrusting,
attending to his own pleasure. Slowly, my pain receded like the
tide and my passion surged back with an intensity that left me
breathless.

Only a few thrusts more followed before my Captain emptied his
lust into me. He collapsed on top of me, having taken my
maidenhood, but leaving me wanting more.

I need not be concerned. He took me several times that night and
well knew how to use a woman. He commanded me to assume a wide
variety of postures and positions, fanning my fires high each
time before he plunged his sword into me.

I lost count of the number of times I was brought past the point
of exquisite release. The screams of my passion could be heard
all night and into the next day from the bow to the stern of the
pirate ship.

I became the Captain's slut. He used me daily, usually several
times. There is much free time to fill when not in a port.

I soon found my body needing his touch. If he were away more then
one day, I would attack him as soon as he entered our cabin.

Most of the time, I was kept naked, expected to keep his cabin
tidy and prepare his meals. When I especially pleased him, I was
allowed a short shift with a deep scoop neckline that did nothing
to hide my charms. Rather it seemed to inflame his lusts and I'd
be used more frequently.

I was only allowed normal clothing on the occasions I was
permitted to leave his cabin. My monthly cycle meant nothing
except greater use of my arse and mouth to sate his boundless
lusts.

My wanton needs and devotion pleased him. He kept me for his
exclusive use. I grew to love him; I could not help myself.

The men had their own sluts. Those other women showed me the ways
to avoid becoming with child, eager to seek my favor, because I
was first among them, Captain Hal's whore.

=====

These fantasies were Betty's only outlet for her frustration. She
was too afraid of rejection to talk to Hal about how she felt,
but she always jumped at the chance whenever he asked to be with
her.

Over the course of a few weeks, Hal grew to know Betty better
then she knew herself. He had more sexual experience then her,
but not a lot. His psychology training enabled him to read her
signs. He saw she was completely infatuated with him and he could
easily get into her pants, but her low self-esteem would cause
any relationship to quickly self-destruct.

Hal saw Betty's potential, her wanton sensuality and carnal
desires. He envisioned the vixen she could become with proper
motivation and why she could never achieve it on her own. He knew
he wanted something more lasting with Betty. It is easier to
improve appearance then increase intelligence.

Beyond her appearance or intelligence, Hal really liked her. They
shared a lot in common. He appreciated her kindness and
sensitivity, her warmth and vitality. Hal believed that Betty
might be the special someone he could love and cherish forever
and who would do the same for him and more.

Hal also saw the burning sexuality that was waiting to be
unleashed within Betty. He doubted that she herself realized just
how powerful it was or how it could affect her once set free. Hal
could use a force that great to cause fundamental changes in
Betty's personality, it was a key, a lever he could wield.

Using his training in psychology Hal devised a plan. Employing
her own unfulfilled sexual cravings, aided by simple conditioning
techniques, and light hypnotic drugs, he would transform Betty
into both the woman she desired to be and the woman he desired.
In the process, he would bind Betty to him forever.

Hal began by asking for Betty's help in an important experiment
that would be used to determine his grade in his most important
course, Self-perception and Hypnosis. She would need to spend the
weekend away with him. Hal explained the goal of the experiment
was to improve the subject's Self-perception. He could also help
reduce Betty's weight if she wished with mild hypnosis.

This might have sounded alarm bells for some girls, but Betty
trusted Hal. He reminded her of her father who she to whom had
always been close. He had flirted, but never made a real pass at
her, which is what she desired. If she was to lose her virginity
to anyone, Betty wished it would be Hal. She'd fantasized about
it often, but did not believe it was possible. Betty quickly
agreed to follow all Hal's instructions.

Hal explained that she should take nothing but a toothbrush. She
should wear a nice dress, but he'd provide for all her other
needs.

Hal picked her up in his car that was packed with stuff on Friday
afternoon. He made a quick comment on how nice she looked and
gave her a single, red rose, but then told her that they needed
to get started quickly because they had a long way to go. Betty
was thrilled, no one besides her dad had every given her flowers
before.

Betty had worn her prettiest (only) dress that her mom had pick
out for her to try to attract boys. She felt a little
uncomfortable because it was shorter then anything she normally
wore and displayed quite a bit of her enormous bosom. Looking
down on those mammoth white globes, Hal began to really
appreciate Betty's body for the first time. He'd always been a
breast man and seeing Betty's gigantic globes started giving him
a hard-on. He figured that even after she lost her extra weight,
they would still be grand.

Betty asked where they were going and about all the stuff in the
car. Hal replied that it was recording equipment he needed.
However, now it was important for the experiment that she not ask
any further questions.

When Betty acquiesced, he gave her a small thermos and told her
to drink it. She giggled and mumbled something about his trying
to drug her. He reminded Betty that she agreed to follow all
instructions. If she would not do this then they would turn
around and he'd find another person to help him. Betty hesitantly
drank the liquid. It tasted salty, but not unpleasant as it slid
down her throat. Hal encouraged, "Come on you have to finish it
all." Betty emptied the thermos and swallowed it all.

Hal then gave her a CD player. He told her to lie back in the
seat with the headphones on, close her eyes and breath deeply.
The soothing sounds of the sea on the CD combined with the motion
of the car and the drugs that had been in the thermos to quickly
place Betty in a light trance. Hal switched CDs with one hand
while driving. The new CD deepened the trance for a period of 10
minutes. It then began giving instructions in Hal's voice to
Betty's now highly suggestible mind. The CD began by reinforcing
feelings that Betty already had for him.

You feel warm and safe.
Being with Hal makes you happy.
You Trust Hal. Hal wants what's best for you.
You want to please Hal.
Pleasing Hal gives you pleasure.
(a warm glow began to spread through Betty's mind)
You want to listen to Hal's voice.
Listening to Hal's voice makes you happy.

After about 15 minutes the CD shifted to introduce new hypnotic
commands.

You are in a special place it is warm and safe and full of
pleasure.
You want to stay in that place. It makes you happy.
You will do anything to say in the special place.
Obeying the voice helps you stay in the special place.
You will obey this voice.
Obeying the voice makes you happy.
Obeying the voice gives you pleasure.
You will do anything the voice asks.
There is nothing wrong with anything the voice asks.
Obeying the voice helps you stay in the special place.
If you do not obey the voice you will have to leave the special
place.
Pleasing Hal helps you stay in the special place.
Pleasing Hal makes you happy.
Pleasing Hal gives you pleasure.
You will do anything Hal asks.
There is nothing wrong with anything Hal asks.
Pleasing Hal helps you stay in the special place.
If you do not please Hal you will have to leave the special
place.
You will not awaken until I say "Beautiful Betty" three times.
When you awaken, awake Betty will forget everything you have
heard on the CD,
But "asleep Betty" will remember everything the voice has said.
Asleep Betty must obey the voice to stay in the special place.
Asleep Betty must please Hal to stay in the special place.

A small part of Betty's mind resisted, but she really did want to
make Hal happy. The many repetitions kept increasing the pleasure
Betty felt and completely overcame her drug-weakened resistance.
The CD droned on-and-on, Betty's now unresisting mind accepted
everything.

Hal strengthened Betty's need to please him using all the
techniques he'd learned. She would strive to use all ways within
her power, to become what he would find most desirable. Once
finished, the CD restarted from the beginning, opening paths for
new patterns of behavior, preparing Betty for phase one of Hal's
plan.

After a 3-hour trip, they arrived at an isolated cabin that Hal
had rented for the weekend. The hours of conditioning and the
drugs left in her system had turned Betty into a puppet that
would obey any command given to her by Hal's voice. He had Betty
walk from the car into the cabin, remove all her clothing, and
lay down on the bed.

Hal could have easily taken Betty at this point and spent the
rest of the weekend fucking her in every way imaginable, but that
was not his plan. Hal would not use her in that way, besides he
needed Betty's continuing sexual frustration. He planned to
increase the frustration considerably. Hal would use the needs of
Betty's own body against her to break down any resistance to the
transformations he intended to make in her.

Betty's nipples had already hardened from the slight chill in the
room. Hal suckled each tit until the nipples were extended enough
to attach the soft, sticky electrodes he'd prepared. He inserted
a finger into Betty's moistening pussy to confirm that she was
indeed a virgin.

The finger was withdrawn and more electrodes were placed under
her armpits, into her vagina, and anus. Sensors were also
attached to her legs and arms. These were hooked up to monitoring
equipment that would display and record all physical reactions.
Betty was given another drug cocktail to drink. Hal was now ready
to begin the questioning.

Betty do you hear my voice?
Yes.
Do you know who this is?
It's Hal.
You trust me completely.
Yes,
Hal.
Pleasing me give you pleasure.
Mmmmm, Yes.
It will please me if you tell the truth.
Yessssssssss.
You will hold nothing back.
Hold nothing back.
You will tell me the complete truth.
Complete truth.
Only telling the complete truth will keep you in your special
place.
Special place.
Telling me the truth gives you pleasure.
Pleasure.

Echoing that word, Hal toggled the electrodes attached to Betty's
nipples at their lowest setting. Betty moaned in pleasure. Hal
questioned Betty about her entire life, her family, her friends,
her secrets. He used the monitors to determine the truth and
intensity of each response. The electrodes provided intensely
pleasurable feedback to Betty's tits and pussy when the answers
pleased Hal, but other electrodes provided negative feedback when
the answers were not truthful or complete.

Hal needed to find out if there was anything that might prevent
the completion of his plan. Betty was just as she appeared, a
very bright, overweight co-ed with very low self-esteem, but an
enormous desire for sensuality and sexual experience that was
strongly repressed. Hal's application of pain and pleasure broke
down the barriers hiding Betty's deepest secrets. He stripped her
of everything hidden in her mind, the secrets of what she most
desired, and the secrets of what she most feared.

Hal then began questioning Betty about her sexual fantasies and
desires. He was surprised by the strength of Betty's submissive
streak. The variety of her fantasies included every kind of
position, penetration, location, exhibitionism, humiliation,
bondage, and much more. She most often fantasized about losing
two things she didn't want: her weight and her virginity. Her
favorite theme was being forced against her will to reveal her
powerful sex drives and deep sensuality. A typical fantasy went
like this.

=====

I'm alone in my bed, naked. Dreaming of the man to whom I'll give
my virginity. I've teased my nipples to point up to the ceiling.
My legs are spread wide as I touch myself. Middle finger slowly
increasing the gentle massage of my clit. My pussy is so wet; the
juices have covered my fingers and soaked my thick bush. My hips
start to move as I get close to orgasm.

I'm unaware that a masked man just outside my window is watching
everything. Just as I'm about to climax, I hear a crash as he
throws open the window and jumps into the room. As my mouth opens
to scream, he pops a ball-shaped object in and covers that with a
gag. As my hand move to free the gag, my wrists are grabbed and
tied behind me.

I freeze in fear as he quickly disrobes except for his mask. A
spasm rocks my over-stimulated pussy when I see his cock standing
at attention, but his tool is much too huge for my tiny pussy. It
would rip me apart. In fear, I roll off the bed to run for the
door. Just as I reach the door, I realize there is no way to open
it with my hands tied. Snickering he takes two quick strides over
to me, lifts me up in his strong arms and throws me roughly back
on the bed.

In an instant, he is on top of me spreading my legs with his
knees. Using his weight to hold me down, he takes his cock in one
hand probing to find my unprotected slit. The head of his cock
enters me. His intrusion previously aided by my own hand that had
unknowingly readied my body for his assault. I'm so wet that his
first thrust pushes the massive tool several inches into mycunt.

I feel every inch as his invading cock pushes aside the muscles
lining my hot hole. The arousal I stoked high with my own hand
returns redoubled, overwhelming my resistance. I fall back into
the mattress rendered helpless by the burning spear that crashed
through my weakened defenseless.

We both feel him reach my barrier, my maidenhood, and my last
defense. I scream in pain as he rips through it with a single
thrust. Spreading my thighs to minimize the pain makes it easier
for the demon to slide up my well-lubricated cunt. Our pelvises
slap together, his cock buried to the hilt. I'm so full, never
imagined the sensations. He rests a minute savoring his victory
mocking; "You're not a virgin no more, bitch. I'm the first."

The pain quickly recedes to be replaced by renewed passion. My
cunt began to squeeze itself around the invader. My knees lift to
increase the sensations. Seeing my instinctive reactions, he
taunts me, "You sure are a hot cunt. Now lets see what kind of
fuck you are."

As he draws out slowly, I feel my inner muscles trying to keep
his cock inside me. Then as he again thrust slowly inward, I felt
myself welcoming it. So hot, so hard, what was happening to me? I
couldn't think only feel. He kept thrusting in and out. My hips
began to helplessly respond and I began moaning. I was submitting
completely to the violation. My body forced to respond to his, I
was unable to resist.

He picked up speed and I matched his tempo thrust for thrust. My
body squirmed against him to maximize my violation. There was
nothing but the sensation of his cock spearing in and out, making
me hotter and hotter. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii!" I screamed as
my body went rigid and I came, fireworks bursting inside my
skull. I passed out.

When I returned to this world, I was alone. He had raped me,
forced me to respond like a bitch in heat, and left me tied.
Semen, blood, and my own fluids were leaking out of my slit onto
the bedspread. My virginity ripped from me. I thought of his cock
sliding into my pussy and started getting aroused again. I was a
slut. The smell of him still on my sweaty body, I cried into my
pillow wishing for his return.

=====

This was the hardest part (literally) for Hal. He had to jack-off
several times to prevent himself from jumping on top of Betty and
fucking her silly. All this information was recorded for use in
the third phase of the plan. It would take a few weeks to
prepare. Now it was time to initiate the second phase.

Hal genuinely did intend to help Betty become the person she
wanted to be. He could turn Betty into a sex toy or a fuck robot,
but he wanted more, much more.

The second phase involved physical alternations. No magic or
science fiction was involved. Hal began using simple induction
techniques to deal with Betty's weight problem. He replaced
desire for food with desire for him. To achieve that desire she
needed to make herself more physically attractive.

When Betty felt depressed she would exercise instead of eat to
feel better. She was instructed how to perform Kegel exercises
whenever she could not easily get to the gym. Kegel exercises
strengthen the vaginal muscles and can heighten sexual pleasure.
A woman can perform them anywhere for any amount of time without
anyone being aware she is doing them.

Betty "learned" that after she caused Hal to want her she'd need
to use both her body and mind to their utmost to please Hal so
that he'd never think to let her go. Betty was instructed to
change her diet and begin a physical exercise program. Hal
established some phrases that would instantly cause Betty to fall
back into a hypnotic trance if the instructions needed
fine-tuning. Between the biofeedback, hypnosis, and drugs these
changes would become permanent with only minimal reinforcement.

Critical to Hal's plans was the need to keep Betty's level of
sexual frustration high but unfulfilled for a period of several
months. The insertion of an orgasm-block was a significant part
of the conditioning. No amount of sexual stimulation would enable
Betty to cum. Hal also strengthened and added to her sexual
inhibitions except that none of them would ever apply to him or
his stated commands.

Betty was blocked from initiating any kind of sexual action even
flirting with another person, male or female. She would reject
advances from anyone but Hal. It bothered Hal a little that he
was controlling Betty to this degree, but this part was only
temporary. He knew it was necessary. If the radical improvements
he predicted for Betty's body occurred then she would become a
target for every horn-dog on campus. Her heightened level of
sexual need and frustration would make her an easy target for any
guy or girl if not for his precautions.

It was necessary to take breaks for meals and bathroom. Hal
detached the monitors and had Betty prepare their meals. It was
all the best low-calorie, high-fiber, vitamin-enriched, healthy
food. An 800-calorie designed for someone who spent most of the
day in bed. All the foods that caused Betty's skin problems would
be strictly avoided from now on. Her mom had taught her to be a
great cook. Even though many of these dishes were new to her,
Betty learned them quickly. After meals, she cheerfully cleared
the table and cleaned the dishes when they were done, usually
humming a happy tune.

Betty was naked the entire weekend, but was now programmed to
believe this was a proper and "natural" state when she was alone
with Hal. Part of her instruction was helping giving great head,
something she'd always been reluctant to do because it "tasted
funny".

Hal kept complimenting Betty on how well her sessions were
progressing. Her reward was a "special scrumptious desert treat".
Betty eagerly looked forward to her "special scrumptious desert
treat" following each meal. Of course, it was the "indescribably
delicious" cum Hal shot down her throat at the climax of her
blowjobs. She always swallowed every last drop.

By the end of the weekend Betty was able to deep-throat Hal's
thick 9" cock without gagging. This was a considerable relief for
Hal who had been getting sore from so many hand jobs. Hal would
then have Betty go back to the bed where he re-attached the
equipment. Even with Betty's help cooking and cleaning, the
process was exhausting for Hal.

Late Sunday afternoon, the phase two conditioning was completed.
Hal woke Betty had her dress and get in the car. He explained
that he had hypnotized her to eat less and exercise more, but she
would not remember anything. This did not concern Betty at all.
The strong sense of trust she'd always had for Hal was now
indestructible due to the conditioning.

No matter what he asked, Betty would work hard to convince
herself it was what she needed to do. Hal's overriding focus on
the plan enabled him to avoid taking advantage of this power.

Hal explained he would need to see her often over the next
several weeks to monitor her progress. This pleased Betty
greatly. She hoped that spending more time with Hal would
increase his attraction to her. Little did she know how much Hal
was already attracted to her or how close he had come to screwing
her.

Hal did provide some relief for himself on the long drive home.
The fact that she was wearing neither bra nor panties seemed
unremarkable to Betty. Neither did it seem unnatural that she
snuggled closely to Hal while he periodically caressed her tits.

It kept Betty in an almost constant state of arousal. Hal might
pop a huge tit out of Betty's dress or have her spread her legs
to expose her wet pussy.

Betty loved the feeling of Hal's fingers on her skin, on her
breasts. She wished he'd caress her exposed, wet pussy, but was
happy that he was finally touching her the way she had
fantasized. Only the growing frustration that he did not do more
and she was not able to come marred the drive back.

Betty was totally unaware of the orgasm-block. She did not
mention this for fear of breaking the wonderful mood. A whisper
from Hal's and his needs are eagerly taken care of by Betty's
soft lips now fastened around his cock. Nearing climax, he pulls
off the road until he shoots a hot load down her throat.

They arrived back at Betty's dorm, pulling behind a large tree in
the parking lot. She straightened her dress, just as he leaned
over to kiss her. So absorbed was she that it was not until he
broke the kiss that she realized her breasts had again been
brought out of her dress by his caressing hands. She leaned back,
giving him greater access, wishing that Hal would touch her moist
pussy, or better yet come up to her room, spread her out on the
dorm bed and take her.

It was not to be. Hal explained he had an early class tomorrow.
He allowed her to give his cock one last blowjob before driving
off. The submissive side of Betty naturally allowed Hal to take
the lead in all things sexual without question. This would not
change until the fourth phase when Hal planned to make Betty more
assertive then she'd ever been in her life.

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Next: Betty's Transformation

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