Harvey - Nerd Feminisation Hypnotist

For your whole life, it was drilled into that bullying was bad. Despicable, even. Which was completely reasonable. It was a terrible thing to do to another human. But, in elementary all the way through to college, there was Harvey. It was hard not to pick on him. He dressed dark, never spoke, and acted odd. You always tried to justify your ‘harmless teasings ’. He was just being sensitive. You weren’t even being rude. It’s his own fault he’s such a big-eyed loser freak who can’t even hold a fucking conversation. Besides, it’s not like you had ever gotten reprimanded for those sins. So why stop? Eventually, it became easy to accept you were bullying him. He was the lowest of the low, so there wasn’t any moral shame in doing so. You were doing the school a kindness, keeping such a weirdo fag in check.

You’re both in college now. It kinda shocked you he stayed in this town even after all those years. Despite both now being adults, the torment didn’t stop. You lived for the thrill of it. Even as it escalated to physical altercations, harassment and theft. You needed to destroy him like you needed air in your lungs. He was scum. Vile scum. It pained you to think about how he could’ve possibly been normal, if his life had taken another more fortunate route.

Football practice tonight had been rough, you’d worn yourself out more than any other of your teammates, as usual. Which is why you were still panting, soaked in your own sweat after all of your other teammates had left. You really were, in the Dean’s words, ‘the pride of the school’. Top marks and a flawless athlete? It was natural for anyone to look the other way whenever you ‘accidentally’ shoved Harvey down the stairs, or stomp on his head after he fails at paying for that new video game you’d promised your friends you were getting. So, in your overexerted daze, it just seemed to skip your mind that someone was knocking on the door. You only notice when you hear a voice from above you. You recognise it in an instant. Wow. This must’ve been the first ever time he himself seeked you out, it was usually you doing the chasing. Opening your eyes, you see a familiar sight, of pale skin smothered with red acne, dark hair, and a slightly insane expression, eyes always a smidge too wide. Though, he sported a terribly wide grin, the type that looked like it was hurting his cheeks by how large it was. You notice he was holding his phone, an ancient one barely hanging onto life, with two hands, it almost slipping out of his hands with how sweaty they were.

“H-hey. Look at this…!”

Harvey practically shoves it in your face. You half expect it to be some form of gore or porn, his attempt at getting a negative reaction from you. But no…it was weirder. Some…pink spiral? Huh? Like one of those optic illusion things? Before you could slap it out of his hands, an odd feeling of calm washes over you. You open your mouth to speak, most likely a wash of insults and slurs.

“The fuck was that, daddy? Didya r- what? The fuck did I just call you daddy? Your name’s daddy. No-! Daddy! You’re not daddy! You’re daddy! WHY CAN’T I SAY DADDY?! I’m gonna kill you for this, daddy!

Panic rises within you as you desperately attempt to get the word ‘Harvey’ out. So much so that you fail to realise the changes happening to your own body. While you yelled, your voice gradually became higher and higher. It was pretty unnoticeable since you were sitting down, but you were becoming smaller and smaller. Your football kit becoming looser and looser on your body as your muscle evaporates and gets replaced by soft fat, notably around the lower regions.

Harvey stared at you as if you were a piece of meat. He never, not in his whole life span could’ve envisioned this would work. Your torment over all the years of his adolescence had annihilated any shot he’d had of being normal, of getting a girlfriend, of having a family. So, he’d decided, since you were the very person who did that, shouldn’t you be the one to fix it? You could’ve sworn you saw him drool as he stalked closer. With a grip so hard it hurt, he grasped your waist and pulled you close. Every atom in your body was screaming. Because why the hell was he hugging you of all things? Ugh, he stunk. You yelp as his hand travelled dangerously lower, and fiercely gripped your now prominent ass. You felt as if you wanted to retch.

“So…pretty. This is the best thing to have ever h-happened to me…in my whole life. You’re gonna be…the nastiest f-fucking slut for my dick.”

As he spoke, your mind began to bend. It listened and obeyed to his will. He was right, he made you so pretty and cute! Your football kit was sooo big now, it didn’t look like your own, it looked like you had stolen it off your boyfriend or something! You were a nasty slut, weren’t you? You wanted his dick now. Right in the disgusting college locker room! You hopped someone caught you two, then he could use you too. N-no? What!? WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO?! This wasn’t funny, you were scared.