Jason was a 22 year old American living on his own, providing for himself with multiple part time jobs just to get by. He would normally spend his free time playing video games and eating junk food. Because of this, he has gained a bit of fat over the years. He has thought of going to the gym and getting a membership to help get fit, but he always decides against it, be it the price of the membership or not wanting to let go of the comfortable life at home.
One day, Jason was scrolling through his social media feed when a popup appeared on the bottom left of his screen. "Hypnotist Near You", it read. He didn't really know what to think of it, what would he need a hypnotist for? Does that kind of thing actually work? He wasn't really doing anything productive, so he just decided to click on it and see where it'd go. It opened up a separate tab, and Jason was then met with a pretty well made, professional looking website with information all about this alleged hypnotist. At the top of the page were some testimonials from a few individuals, singing high praises of this man. "He changed my life!" one said, "I feel like a new man! I often go back whenever I need a fresh start!" said another. Why would one need to keep going back to this hypnotist if he was good at his job?
Jason decided to look deeper into this, and clicked on the "About Me" section. It read: "Mr. Randy is known for his effective hypnotic procedures that leave his clients feeling like a new person. Multiple clients have said that they felt their body changing as they were being hypnotized, though some have no recollection of the events, claiming that they had always looked that way." Jason kept on reading up on it, and even though he was very doubtful of this Mr. Randy, he couldn't help but be a little interested to try it out. He scrolled to the bottom and found the hypnotist's contact details. A phone number and an address. It's about a five minute drive from his house, surprisingly not that far at all, that ad wasn't kidding. He booked a session for the next day and planned on driving there tomorrow morning.
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Jason was in some sort of waiting room when he arrived, the place seemed pretty interesting. Dark walls and warm lighting make up the whole interior so far.
He was scrolling on his phone before he heard a man call his name. He had a deep, sultry voice. Jason looked up from his phone and pocketed it, following the voice.
He was led into a darker room than the one he had just left. On his right, there are crystal balls and cards, and in the middle of the room, there is a single chair that looks like it can lean backwards, like a dentist's chair. Mr. Randy, Jason assumed, was dressed in a tight white polo with a black tie for a top, and black slacks and dress shoes for the bottoms, emphasizing his thick chest and... enviable bulge. Jason tries not to notice it and instead focuses on his face. He has a five-o'clock shadow and a charming smile with light dimples that show when he smiles, which he was doing while looking at Jason . "Please sit over there, sir. We will begin shortly." He requested while gesturing to the chair in the middle of the room.