Hot for Teacher - Hypnosis App

(Author's Note: This is written in a back-and-forth format, because it is a novelized retelling of me and a partner's roleplaying logs. This one begins with me, and then every other paragraph from there belongs to my partner (I will denote them with lines for simplicity's sake). This RP uses original characters for the young student, Touma Nakamura (played by my partner) and the beautiful teacher, Karina Sukunai (played by me). This novelization was done with the full and explicit permission of my partner.)

~ Setokaiva (Karina_Sukunai) & Touma_Nakamura

(P.S: These profiles are on F-list)

Edited by salvoza (Literotica Volunteer Editor)

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

Karina finally caught herself in the midst of setting her shoe down on the tiled classroom floor, and paused, a look of chagrin passing over her face. It wasn't really fair to show impatience like that now, as it would just fluster the one remaining occupant of the room, who was sitting front and center opposite her desk.

She flicked her eyes up to glance at Touma above her slim, black-rimmed glasses, noting him irreguarly scribbling and occasionally working something out on a calculator.

'Well, algebraic formulas are pretty hard to remember... at least, when you don't give yourself the time to keep it in your head. I remember how I was back in the day...'

Her gaze just as quickly pivoted back to the stack of homework assignments laid out before her. Karina adjusted her sleek green-and-gold blouse, valiantly fought back a sigh, and continued writing. Her posture was straight and narrow, displaying her lithe figure prominently above the stacks of files and folders, her blonde hair shimmering a bit with the waning rays of sunlight shining through the windows. Touma's previous assignment sat haphazardly in a corner of the neatly-organized papers, with a single, forboding letter 'D' and surrounding ring in red ink that burned in her vision like an aggravated sunspot.

'Oh, Touma...' she thought privately to herself, doing her best to hide her forlorn expression. 'I wish there was some way I could help you...'

At last, Karina settled a freshly-graded sheet of homework off to the side, then looked up at him in earnest.

"Are you doing okay, Touma?" she asked, concern shining in her gentle blue eyes.

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Touma shifted in his seat, the too-small chair and desk creaking loudly under his weight. The past five-odd years had been difficult for Touma. He'd always been heavy, but when he hit his growth spurt, his height had exploded. Now at eighteen, he stood over six feet tall, and was even more rotund than ever. School was always somewhat difficult for him both because of his looks, and because he had a great deal of trouble focusing on the tasks at hand. Now he was struggling with his 12th grade math assignment as Ms. Sukunai sat at her desk across from him. He was bent over his papers, his unkempt black hair hung down over his glasses. Dressed in a white button-down shirt that was probably a bit too small for him and his black slacks with black polished penny loafers, Touma didn't do the best job of representing the school uniform.

With a rough home life and an abysmal school life, Touma had not had much opportunity to study at all in almost a month. It was made all the more difficult by his painful crush on his teacher, the lithe and beautiful Ms. Sukunai. Even now it was very hard to focus on his work while they sat alone in the classroom together. He glanced up to her when she questioned him, a bit of a blush creeping over his cheeks.

"Ah...y...yeah, Ms. Sukunai. I'm fine. Really. Just having some trouble with a few problems, is all." Reaching up to scratch the back of his head, sending his mop of dark hair shuffling from side to side, he gave an awkward smile.

There was a second reason for his nervousness, however, as Touma was itching to try something that he'd recently acquired. He knew it was a long shot, maybe impossible, even. But he had found, on the deepest, darkest parts of the internet, an app that claimed to allow him to give hypnotic suggestions to anyone he wanted. It just so happened that he wanted to test it on the lovely blonde teacher sitting not ten feet from him behind a stack of papers.

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Karina held no illusions about the looks he was sending her. Shielded behind her glasses or no, her eyes were very good. It was only natural for a young man his age to fawn over attractive girls, even if they happened to be many years his senior. And even thinking like that made her feel a little old; which she certainly wasn't. New she might be as a teacher, but she was still just twenty-eight years old, and blessed with womanly assets in all the right places. His stares didn't really make her uncomfortable. She'd learned to look past things like that; and besides, he wasn't one of the catcallers she sometimes had to hand out double essays or an hour of detention to.

'How long's he been holding that in, I wonder...?'

She blinked, realizing that she'd been zoning out over the stack of mostly-graded homework papers. Smoothly, without so much as sliding back her chair, Karina stood up to her full height. Her blouse was accented by a cord-tied pair of comfortable brown lounge pants that snugly hugged her hourglass curves, and gave definition to the tender beginnings of her belly that was just hidden behind her top. She click-clacked her way step-by-step around the desk, drawing one hand against the side for support. Her heavy breasts still gave her some trouble if she turned a corner too fast, even when they were held by her bra.

Ms. Sukunai calmly took an unattended chair, swung it around, and set it opposite Touma's desk, just far enough to give her legroom. Then, she sat down again, and put on a caring, gentle smile that made her eyes glimmer brightly. "What kind of problems, exactly? Remember, I'm always here for you. I want you to succeed." She punctuated the statement by reaching one slim, soft hand out onto the table, and running it along the contours of his notebook until her fingertips just barely grazed his hand.

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Touma couldn't help but be distracted as she moved from her desk and practically sashayed towards him. Not that she was trying, but the natural sway of her body seemed to draw his eyes right to her curves. And when Ms. Sukunai had set down in front of him, he swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as she reached out to touch his hand like that.

"I uh... it's this... 'factorization' stuff. I just don't really get it."

In reality, he wasn't awful at this stuff, but it seemed like a good enough ploy to get him alone with his crush so that he could try out his new toy. He'd pre-programmed a few things into his phone to try it out.

The instructions had been clear. Subtle suggestions only. It would take time to build up to suggestions that would be outrageous under normal circumstances. The app was vague about just how big of a step was too much. It would vary depending on a person's own beliefs, and curiosities. He reached down a bit awkwardly and slipped his hand into his pocket, fiddling with the phone.

He blushed sheepishly, "Sorry, my phone was vibrating." His lips curled into a bit of a dumb grin as he pressed the first of the pre-programmed commands he'd prepared earlier in class when Ms. Sukunai wasn't looking.

Touma needs personal help in a private place, away from school and away from his home.

It would be a huge breach of trust if a teacher took a student to their home. Which was exactly why it was the perfect way to test if this device would actually work. "I'm sorry that I don't get this stuff, Ms. Sukunai. It's just really hard for me to focus at home or at school sometimes. There's so much going on all the time. It kind of fries my brain." He sighed, tapping his pencil on the top of his notebook, putting on his best sheepdog face, which was actually quite good with his pudgy cheeks.

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A hint of a frown crossed Karina's lips when Touma diverted his attention to his phone -- which wasn't even supposed to be on during class. But, seeing as how class was effectively over anyway, she let it slide, and filed that under the growing list of signs to watch out for with him. She angled her head down to pour her eyes over the page; ah, yes, prime factorization. That was a tough one to remember, especially when you had to differentiate between natural and composite numbers. Though she did allow her students to keep a list of common prime numbers around to help them grasp the material.

Just as she was parting her lips, getting ready to give him some advice, something... clicked in her mind. Judging from Touma's distracted stance, it was unlikely that he could memorize the concepts properly, which was the important part -- getting into the habit of recognizing and writing out the numbers until it became second nature. That was very important for succeeding at the exams, even though those weren't due for some weeks yet. But she didn't feel comfortable letting him slip at all before then.

When Touma next spoke, Karina's eyes lifted up to settle on his sheepish expression, which was tinged with a hair-trigger sense of waiting tensely for the other shoe to drop that was reflected in his subtly shifting gaze. She recognized the look from being around some of the coffee-addicted lifers in the teacher's lounge on Fridays, sometimes sweating over teaching a difficult subject in class, or pulling off the silent, brooding act.

Karina realized it then -- the way to help Touma likely had far more to do with his environment than it did with keeping him focused at school. She briefly considered making a note to talk to his parents about it, but summarily tossed the idea out of hand -- at least for now.

"Touma," she said softly, as her smile began to light up again. "I'm probably gonna get in trouble for this, but... I really do want to help you. If you'd... like to come over to my house after school, maybe we can do some personal studying together?" Personal. Yes, that word summarized it perfectly.

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Touma shifted slightly in his seat as he felt that intense scrutiny. He didn't want to get caught. He hoped that his plan was going to work flawlessly. He'd have to play it safe until everything was ready. The creak of his chair as he moved from one side of his seat to the other was louder than he realized. The nervousness in his voice was still there when those words he had been waiting for came from his teacher. He looked up, somewhat surprised that it had worked so well.

"I, uh...." He stammered slightly, and blushed a little. "I think that's a really good idea, Ms. Sukunai." His heart was pounding harder in his chest. "I should text my mother to let her know that I'm going to be late." He swallowed hard and reached for his phone after setting down his pencil.

He wasn't actually texting his mother. There was no reason to, as she didn't much care when he got home. She was usually out drinking with her friends. Instead, he was furiously typing a series of commands into the hypnosis app. He tried his best to keep it subtle. The first command he entered and sent right away.

You want to cheer Touma up. Physical contact will cheer him up.

He'd enjoyed that little brush on her fingers on his hand earlier. He wanted more of it. Glancing up to Ms. Sukunai, he gave another sheepish smile. "S...sorry, my mom likes to know where I am. She can be a little nosey. I don't want you getting in trouble. So I just told her I was going to stay late for a study session."

The second command was a bit vague, but he hoped it would prime her for more explicit commands in the future.

You want Touma to succeed. You want to help him succeed any way that you can.

Sending the second command, he slipped his phone back into his pocket. Chewing his lower lip slightly, he glanced down to Ms. Sukunai. "Ah...there. We can, um... go whenever you're ready, Ms. Sukunai." He couldn't help himself as his eyes traced out the shape of her chest, leaning against the front of his desk as she was. It was probably as obvious as it had been when she caught him the first time. But he couldn't help but imagine what her body was like beneath her clothes. If all went according to plan, he'd end up learning every inch of her before long.

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A warm rush of relief brightened Karina's smile even more. That had been a somewhat... improper suggestion on her part, and she could tell there were probably other reasons he wanted to be alone with her, but the fact that Karina could now control the environment and circumstances around Touma's education -- at least for a little while -- gave her hope. She found herself crossing her arms diagonally into her lap, knowing that the motion was pressing her ample cleavage together and straining the buttons of her blouse under the weight of her breasts, but in the moment, she actually didn't feel that self-conscious about it. In fact, even though she had no trouble catching him looking at her, it only helped her make her own case to herself that some light contact was a good way to reward him.

With that in mind, Karina nodded her head to him, then stood up, and smoothed her hands down her front to straighten out a couple odd wrinkles in her blouse. With a quiet click-clack-click of her shoes, she swept smoothly around his desk, smiling all the way, and came up on his side, then settled her hands onto his broad, heavy shoulders.

"That's very kind of you to think of her, Touma. I'm sure you want to make your parents proud... but I also understand it can be hard to keep everything straight in your head when so much is happening between home and school." She gave his shoulder muscles a tender squeeze, then drew her slim fingers slowly down towards his arms. She stopped before she went too much further, and ended her grip with a final light touch on his elbow, before stepping back and regarding him for a moment with a warm expression on her face.

'I do actually have a chance to make a difference in this boy's life... I really mustn't waste the opportunity. There's nothing wrong with sacrificing a little more of my time... especially for such a nice, promising young student.'

Finally, Karina stepped back without another word, and sashayed back behind her desk, the motion sending a smooth jiggle in her heart-shaped rump through her lounge pants. She collected her purse satchel, and slung it over her shoulder in one move, and just as swiftly collected the remaining homework papers into a separate bag that hung overtop it, jostling on her right side.

"Alright then, my house is actually just a couple blocks away." She prudently didn't add 'I hope you don't mind the walk', knowing it might reference poorly on his weight, and the last thing she needed was any excuse for him to dislike her. She needed his full trust. It was the best way to help him. With that, she opened the door outward, and led the way through, conscious of but not in the least intimidated by his imposing presence behind her.

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Touma shivered slightly at the feeling of her hands upon him. His excitement was at its peak, and he was struggling not to give it all away. If she thought that he merely had a crush on her, that was fine. She probably already figured that much out by how he acted around her and the times she caught him staring. But she couldn't find out about the app he was using to influence her. Not just yet. If there were any doubts in his mind about his plan, they were gone now. It worked perfectly. She touched him so casually. In the end it had indeed cheered him up of any melancholy he had been feeling. Now it was replaced by raw desire. He would have his crush as his own soon enough. Though even that wasn't as soon as he would like.

He let out a small laugh and nodded, "Well, I try to be thoughtful. Even if it isn't always acknowledged."

Slowly he began to close up his books and notebook, sliding his materials into his backpack. He couldn't help but watch her as she moved behind her desk. It may not have been intentional, but her clothing hugged her figure so snugly that he felt like he could almost make out her nude figure beneath. His blush deepened as he rose up to his feet, the desk screeching loudly on the floor as he extracted himself from the too-small piece of furniture.

Snatching up his bag, he moved to follow her. He stayed behind, his face slightly red as he watched her intently. His staring was perhaps a bit brazen, but he couldn't help it, as his desires had begun to flare and his heart was pounding in his chest. It wasn't just a boyhood lust, not to him. She was meant for him. He tried his best to calm himself and make some small talk as they made their way from the school lot.

"I didn't realize that you lived so close, Ms. Sukunai. It must make for an easy commute in the morning. The bus is hard for me, because I'm so big. I take up a whole seat and even then my knees get stuck." He did have a hard time because of his size. But with his new app, there would be one area that he'd get exactly what he most desired.

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The slightest blush on Karina's face stayed all the way throughout her walk out of the school, knowing Touma was right behind her. It was helped by the fact that she knew she didn't have to remember to lock up, as that was the management's job; and also by the boy's own amiable chatting with her. She nodded at his mention of the bus, though inwardly she was frowning; if he was getting made fun of or even passively frozen out on the way in or out of school, that would only exacerbate his problems further.

Karina nodded back in his direction, and gave a noncommital but understanding "hmm". On the final walk to the school entrance, she parted her lips and asked, "Hey, I know it's very early to be asking, but have you thought about what kind of college you'd like to go into once you graduate?" She expertly inflected her voice to make it sound like it was a given that he would succeed so well, and turned her head just enough to flash him a little of her smile.

Karina stepped out the automatic front doors with Touma in tow, and breathed in the cool late afternoon air with a sigh. She checked left and right, making sure no one else was around to see them leave together. It was a little risky to walk back home like this, but being this late in the day, few people would be paying any real attention -- and those that did likely wouldn't assume anything was going on to begin with. For once, Karina was thankful class had gone on so a student could stay and finish their work. Interestingly enough, the knowledge that Karina was doing something inappropriate actually gave her a little thrill; almost like she was saving someone from the jaws of a system that didn't want them saved. Well, she certainly wasn't going to let her sweet, young Touma get chewed up, no sir.

The walk back to her house proved to be uneventful, aside from the odd time Karina picked up her pace just a little bit when she could almost feel the breath of the large boy behind her on her neck. She didn't want any observers raising their eyebrows, after all. She remained silent as the spacious, brown-painted building came into view, with the walkway flanked by green, leafy trees that formed a partial arch in the air with their branches. A cupola-like second floor that was really just one bedroom (her own) dominated the center of the roof. It was, all in all, a somewhat old, but very well-kept house that was nicely off the beaten path.