Milo and Pilou lay in a dazed, happy, cuddly heap on the floor of the psychologist’s office.
“Good boys. Very good.” The doctor praised them. “You’re such good, obedient, snuggly little cubs now.”
The boys just murred and snuggled together. Nothing mattered except the nice sleepy feelings of nuzzling up together. Their minds were open and vulnerable to the doctor’s words as they focused only on bundling up like sleepy kittens.
It was their fourth session with the psychologist. They’d been referred to the bear when a few of Pilou’s teachers voiced concerns about his development, and their parents had decided to book them both in.
The first session hadn’t gone very well. Milo had been reluctant and grouchy about the whole thing, and of course Pilou copied his big bro’s mood even if he didn’t understand why. He had no way of knowing the fox was worried that the doctor would discover the triggers he’d set in his family.
The second session the doctor had conducted one-on-one. Milo had been forced to wait outside in the waiting room and fret while the doctor talked with Pilou. Of course, his fears were well-founded. There was no way that the doctor, an expert in hypnotherapy, could miss the tell-tale signs of Pilou’s triggers. Especially when he broached the subject of growing up.
Milo might have been in a lot of trouble then, but thankfully the doctor shared many of the junior hypnotist’s views on how a young cub’s development should be controlled and guided through trance. He only disagreed on two points: That Milo was not a young cub and that Milo should be in charge. Clearly both cubs should listen to their psychologist.
He’d immediately sent the still-entranced Pilou toddling to the waiting room to collect his brother and then he’d set down to work.
Just as Milo’s bad mood had influenced Pilou during their first session, Pilou’s contented, blissful trance was contagious to his brother in the second. Milo knew the power of trance and how effective it was.
That was his downfall. He couldn’t lie to himself and deny the effects it was having on him. Nor could he leave the office without the doctor revealing his secret, and the longer he stayed the harder it was to keep from slipping into that same alluring, happy place as his brother.
He wanted to feel that relaxation, that simple joy, the care-free freedom of being a controlled lil cub with someone else looking after him and making all the difficult decisions. Someone like his doctor.
By the end of the third session the doctor had almost completely taken over both cubs’ minds. The groundwork to make them feel happy and suggestible when they were in his office was laid. The suggestions that made them trust and adore him were holding.
It was the start of their fourth session. The brothers had walked in willingly. They’d been smiling as they crossed the threshold to his office and their eyes became blank as that simple act triggered them and sent them deep. He’d taken them through a simple cuddling deepener; making them act and feel like sleepy kittens. There was no resistance from either boy any more.
Yes, he was very pleased with his boys’ progress. It was time to move on to more advanced topics.
“Now, you’re going to listen to my words,” the doctor smiled, “as you sink deep into these lovely, cuddly feelings and you are going to accept the thoughts and ideas that I give you as your own. Now then...”
Another picture of Milo and Pilou commissioned from HypnoFire86. It’s been stuck on my hard drive waiting for uploading for a while now, but it’s finally up! Milo is the older fox-boy on the bottom of the pile. Pilou is the younger wolf-cub atop of him.