Chris Pratt nervously drove into his new therapist’s office. He was called in, compared to some of his other fellow celebs, who had appointments. His anxiety level went down a bit, though, when he saw Ryan Reynolds getting out of his car as well. At least there would be one familiar face in the office. Chris made his way to the office, only to find Ryan walking in to the other room.
“I hope I’m not too early,” Chris thought, as he sat down and pulled out his phone.
Chris the hypnotherapist sat Ryan down and began. “Ryan, you will not remember that you should not be in Celebworld. You will always think that is your home. While you are on the island, you are to remain nude, unless a guest wants you clothed. If a guest does not want you, you will remain in the celebrity village, and stay there until you are needed. If you leave, there will be dire consequences. You have the right to refuse extreme desires, such as death or self-mutilation. Anything else that would not cause serious or irreversible damage is fair game. Your new sexual identity is polysexual. You will not care who you have sex with. You will also consume pills with your breakfast daily. These pills will stop the spread of most diseases to you. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘Sdlonyer’. Wake up!” Chris escorted Ryan away as they invited Chris Pratt inside.
“Hello. I’m Chris. Nice to meet you.”
“Chris Pratt. Nice to meet you as well. Why am I here today?”
“Well, today’s patient had a last-minute cancellation, and you were in town. You were later on in my list, so I just fast tracked you.”
“Oh. Well, I guess I could talk about my breakup with Anna.”
“That is a good place to start. Can you elaborate?”
“It was just a stressful marriage. I had Marvel stuff most of the year, and I almost never got to see Jack. Anna has Mom throughout most of the year, so most days, Jack was with a sitter.”
“Quite a lot of families do that. Why is this situation so different?”
“We missed quite a few of Jack’s firsts because of work. Those are experiences we can never get back.”
“Yes, that is very true. How are you working through this?”
“I’ve thrown myself into work and the gym. Since I joined the Marvel universe a little late, my contract extends past Infinity War Part 2. So, the pressure of keeping all those secrets, and a fuckable body, is quite tiring.”
“Very well. Most of my clients have responded favorably to hypnotherapy. This can help to bring down your anxiety tremendously.”
“It can’t hurt! Put me under, doc.”
“Certainly. I want you to lie down and relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. You are getting sleepy. You enjoy the sound of my voice. You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Chris, I will now count backwards from 5. When I reach 1, you will be completely under my control, and open your eyes.
“5, you are starting to go under.
“4, you’re getting deeper.
“3, I control you now.
“2, no one else matters but me.
“1, I am your master.”
Chris Pratt’s eyes fluttered open, and revealed the orange spirals Dr. Chris knew and loved.
“Chris, your anxiety levels will go down. You will not feel stressful until you see me again.”
“I will be less anxious until I see you again, Master.”
“Good. Now take off your shirt for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Dr. Chris got to see how Chris was improving in the gym. He had very pronounced pecs now, and a visible six-pack.
“Flex for me.”
“Yes, Master.” His arms also increased in size, but there was not as much as a difference from the chest.
“Take off your pants for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris revealed that he was wearing a jockstrap. Dr. Chris thought he might be wearing tighty-whities after the pic he had posted, but they were wrong.
“Take your jockstrap off now.”
“Yes, Master.” Dr. Chris got a good look at Chris’ cock, which was a not too shabby 3” flaccid.
“Masturbate for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris did as he was told, and exposed that he was a grower. He topped out at 8.5”.
“Stop masturbating. When I say, ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything, though. And you will be fine being nude around me, but only in my office. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘Burnt baby powder’. Wake up!”
Chris Pratt’s eyes fluttered again, and the orange dissipated.
“How is your anxiety, Chris?”
“I actually feel a lot better now! Thanks, doc!”
“My pleasure. Here’s the time for next week’s appointment. The hypnosis only works for a week at a time, so I will need to redo it next week.”
“No prob, Bob!”
“And don’t forget to get dressed!”
“Of course!” noted Chris, not realizing he was nude. As Chris Pratt left, Dr. Chris joined in on a Celebworld conference call. They hated these, but were required if they wanted to get paid.
“Hello, Chris! Thank you for joining!” exclaimed Trevor. “It has come to my attention that the media coverage of Celebworld is a bit too spread out. Therefore, we will be pumping out new requests daily until they are all out. All those in favor, say, ‘I’.” All board members, including Chris, said it. “Good. We’ll be starting later today. Thank you for your time,” he ended, as Chris’ video feed fizzled out.