Robbie's Hypnosis: Robbie's Hypnotic State
by BBMSN
Robbie and his girlfriend Judy went to the university that Friday night to see the hypnotist perform at the Grand auditorium. Judy was a student there, so she got the tickets at a discount. Robbie worked as an assistant manager at a paint store on the highway. He had met Judy when she and her roommates came in to buy paint for their apartment. That had been three months ago. Judy kept coming back to the store for more supplies, and Robbie finally worked up the nerve to ask her out. He knew she was a cheerleader at the college, and didn't think he had a chance, but to his surprise, she said yes.
Robbie wasn't a big guy, but he wasn't small either. He had played football in high school, but only until his sophomore year, when the coaches got to be too much for him, always getting in guys' faces and yelling, sometimes even knocking guys around some. Robbie was too mellow for football. Since then, he'd stopped even trying to be the jock, and although he had some extra padding around his waist, at 5'10, 175lbs, he was still young enough not to look too bad.
His thing with Judy was going well, although he knew he was much less outgoing than she was, and sometimes she would say things to him, that he was too laid back, or too reserved, that he should take charge more often. He knew she was probably right, but he just shrugged it off. It seemed to him like there were enough aggressive people in the world, and look at all the good it did.
That night at the auditorium, they were early, so they got seats in the third row. It occurred to Robbie that the hypnotist was probably going to pick volunteers from the audience, so he wasn't exactly thrilled with the good seats. He figured that Judy would jump up and down like the cheerleader she was if the guy asked for volunteers.
When the hypnotist came out on stage, he talked for quite awhile about the science of hypnotism. So much so that Robbie began to wonder if this is how he lulled people into a trance, by talking them to sleep. Judy whispered to him at one point that she knew the guy, that he was a professor at the university, and although she'd never had him as a teacher, she worked part-time doing clerical work in the philosophy department, which is what he taught.
Just as Judy finished telling him that, the professor asked for volunteers. There was a lot of nervous laughter around the audience, but then hands started to go up. But none went up faster than Judy's.
"Professor Thompson, Professor Thompson," she yelled, waving her hand like a pom-pom.
"Judy," he said, noticing her immediately. "So nice of you to come. Is that your boyfriend with you?" Judy nodded enthusiastically as Robbie sank in his seat.
"Why don't you both come up here?" said the professor.
Robbie was so wishing he had worked late, but he knew there was no way out of this. Judy was tugging at his arm, and everyone was now looking at them. He got up reluctantly and followed Judy up onto the stage. The professor had them sit in some chairs he had around him. He asked them some questions about where they were from, how long they'd been dating, things like that. He did have a very calming demeanor, and Robbie began to feel more at ease. But then the professor asked "Are you having any problems in your relationship that you'd like to correct?"
Judy immediately responded that Robbie was too much of a pushover. That jerked Robbie right out of his feeling of calm. Some people in the crowd giggled, and Robbie's face reddened. The professor asked her to go on, and Judy began to talk about how she usually dated jocks, and that this was her first time going out with someone who wasn't one, who, in fact, wasn't even a fellow college student. Robbie shifted uneasily in his seat. She continued to explain to the professor how she wasn't used to being the one in charge all the time, and sometimes she just wished Robbie would pick up some of the slack. Robbie began to think that she was going to talk all night about what a wimp he was, but finally the professor stopped her. He turned to Robbie and asked him if he'd liked to be hypnotized into becoming a little more assertive.
Robbie felt a little trapped. He figured his only choices were to bolt off the stage right then, flee the campus, and never see Judy again, or to go with the flow, and let the professor have his fun. Robbie didn't really believe the hypnotism thing anyway, so he figured, what's the harm. Once he agreed, the professor had him sit back in his chair and close his eyes. The professor talked to him calmly about letting go of his inhibitions, to feel his arms and legs getting heavier, even as he felt less and less of the chair beneath him. Soon, Robbie had to admit to himself that he was feeling like he was floating. The professor had him imagine the sun shining down on him, caressing him with its rays, a gentle breeze blowing, soothing him to sleep....
The next thing Robbie remembered was the professor snapping his fingers very close to his face. The audience was clapping and laughing as if something had happened. The professor was thanking them for volunteering, and Judy was leading Robbie off the stage.
"What the fuck?" asked Robbie, "That was it?"
"That was it?" said Judy, "You were under for about 15 minutes."
"Get out of town," he said, shaking his head, confused. "He didn't make me cluck like a chicken, did he?"
Judy laughed and said, "No, Robbie, nothing like that. But you were pretty funny."
They went back to their seats and watched the rest of the show, although Robbie was a little out of it and didn't really pay much attention. He was glad when it was over and he could go outside for some fresh air.
That night, he and Judy made love to each other harder and longer than they ever had. That must have been some show, I feel amazing, he thought as he rode Judy deep into the night.
The next morning, he woke up early. Even though he'd only had about an hour's sleep, he was buzzing, as if he'd had about ten cups of coffee. He decided to go out for a jog.
"A jog?" asked Judy. "Since when do you jog?"
"Umm, since today?" Robbie answered sarcastically. He threw on sneakers, shorts and tee, and headed out the door.
As he ran, he began to feel so free. He ran faster and faster, and was soon sprinting more than jogging. The faster he went, the better it felt. His lungs sucked in the cold morning air. He ran onto the campus grounds. No one was around this early on a Saturday morning, so he ran the paths and roads around campus without interruption. Before he knew it, he was at the track, which he knew was about five miles from his house. He stopped, realizing he hadn't run this far since high school, and even then he'd hated it. Now, he wasn't even winded. And he'd loved it. He walked out onto the track, but he didn't run it. He figured he could run the five miles back home, so instead, he jumped into a handstand. He felt his muscles tighten as they held him in place. He felt so amazing, holding the handstand with no problem. He began to do handstand pushups. After twenty of them, his arms and shoulders were burning, but he wasn't tired. He began to walk the track. On his hands. Slowly at first, but soon he got into a rhythm, and started to move. He was practically at a jogging speed by the time he reached the far end of the track. He stopped, pivotted, and did fify handstand pushups, then hand walked back down the track again. When he reached the end, he pushed up with his arms and flipped himself back to his feet. He brushed the gravel out of his palms. His upper body was on fire, nearly purple from all the blood that had been forced into it. He stripped off his tee and looked at himself. "Fuck," he said, as he checked out all the veins popping out across his chest, shoulders, snaking down his arms and into his swollen forearms. He forgot all about his tee shirt as he left the track. He passed two coeds as they came onto the track for a morning jog. "Morning, ladies," he said with a nod. The two girls checked him out big time, and ogled him as he ran back onto the campus.
Robbie was totally amped up, and flew as he ran back toward his place, running like a racehorse. By the time he got to his apartment, his abs had clamped up into a tight cramp. He didn't care. He just stretched out, leaning backward, forcing the tightening muscles to unclench. When he stood back upright, his stomach felt like iron.
He walked into his kitchen. Judy was there, and she looked startled as she saw him. He was so drenched with sweat that it was dripping off him onto the floor.
"Wow," she said.
"Uh-huh," he answered.
"I guess when you take up jogging, you really take it up," she said.
"Sure do," he said, and took a step toward her. She took a step back, not used to Robbie making such an aggressive move.
"What's going on?" she said.
"That run got me all worked up, babe," he said, stepping up to her and pinning her lightly against the counter.
"Last night wasn't enough for you?" she said nervously.
"I guess not," he said, pinning her a little tighter.
"You're all sweaty," she said, "I have to go to work."
"It's Saturday. Go in late."
"I can't go in late, you know I have to..."
Robbie leaned into her and kissed her. Deep and hard. Her knees buckled from its passion, and he leaned into her harder to hold her up against the counter. He broke the kiss.
"I...I..." she stuttered. "I have to go."
"Let's do it right here against the counter, babe, won't take long."
"No, Robbie," she said, pushing against his shoulders. He didn't budge. It was like pushing against a big stone. When he realized she was trying to push him back, he stepped away.
"You're scaring me, Robbie, " she said, "you're being too aggressive."
Robbie paused and blinked, looking at her. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he said. "Did you just say that out loud?"
"Yes," she said, fixing her hair and pulling herself together.
"Didn't you just tell that professor and the half the freaking college last night that I wasn't aggressive enough?"
"Well, yes, but not like this."
"Oh, this is too fucking rich," he said.
"Don't talk like that," she said.
Robbie went into his bedroom and grabbed a shirt. "I'm out of here," he said as he pulled the shirt over his head. It fit him much tighter around his shoulders than it ever had.
"Don't you walk out on me like this," she said to him, but he turned and headed for the door. "You know, I could date any guy I wanted to...."
Robbie was seething, and he slammed the door so hard, the doorknob came off in his hand. He looked down at it and squeezed. He felt the metal indenting under his grip. "No shit?" he said to himself, and felt his cock twitching from the feeling of power. He tossed the doorknob aside, and walked down to the small lamppost at the end of the walk. He put one hand around it and squeezed. He felt the metal give. Then he pulled up, and yanked the post right out of the ground. "Fuck yeah," he said, then squeezed the metal even harder, and felt his cock respond even more, as he broke the post in two with the power of his crushing fingers. He grabbed the two broken pieces, stacked them together, and held them at arms length. He watched his sinewy forearm muscles ripple as he twisted the two pieces of metal together like a twizzler. "Oh," he said, "this is gonna be sweet."