#harper brain worms have been running full throttle

[analiavs]

Ik there’s no universe where Remy or Briar go to Harper for therapy but I kinda imagine if they did he would exponentially worsen whatever crisis they’re dealing with.

Of course its dol we’re talking about so it’s gonna be something criminally horny

Maybe he’d hypno them to make them more suggestible to therapy or something idk

I’ve been workshopping it.

For this to work Remy would just have to be so ooc 🫠🫠🫠 even if he won’t act the same way towards Harper as he would pc

If only Remy had low awareness (even innocence) 😩

Harper cowruppting (ooc) Remy

He wasn’t looking him in the eyes when he asked.

“You do therapy right, is it confidential?”

“Of course, the privacy of my human patients is paramount. Where you interested in my services?” He tried to avert his eyes from the bulls running in the field.

“Perhaps. Can I schedule an appointment?”

“Yes, would you be more comfortable having the appointment in the mansion, instead of having to go all the way to the Hospital?”

“Yes.”

“Then, would you be free for an hour long session after I train cow 12?”

“Sure.” He still wasn’t facing him.

“Good, it’s important to seek help when you need it. Your making the right choice.” He tightened his grip on the fence.

“Go on then. I’ll see you later.” He left to go work. It was hard to focus, but he pretended nothing was up.

Finally, it was time for his appointment. Harper followed him back to the mansion.

He went to one of the offices he usually used to meet with business partners. Before he could sit at the desk Harper stopped him.

“Ah, let me sit at the desk. During our sessions, you must see me as an authority figure. Don’t worry, afterwards we can go back to normal.” He frowned but conceded. He sat across from Harper with his arms crossed.

“Ok, so what did you seek my assistance with? And please be honest this is a safe space.”

“I have certain urges that I need to get rid of.” He kept his eyes away from Harper, barely able to speak on that much.

“And what are those urges, please don’t be afraid to admit them. That’s the first step to recovery after all.” He didn’t want to answer, but he didn’t really have a choice.

“I really like dicks.”

“There’s nothing wrong with homosexual tendencies.”

“Shut up! Big dicks make me want to um… do things with them. But it’s getting worst, I don’t know why. Sometimes I can barely resist the urge to touch the bulls.” It was humiliating to admit, he could feel his face heating up.

“Ah I see, don’t fret such a thing is commonly seen in cases of repression. I can help you.”

“Really! Ahem. You better. And if anyone finds out no one will ever find your body!” He didn’t mean to seem overeager. Harper ignored his threats.

“Don’t worry a little exposure therapy will help to decrease the urges. Come sit on my lap.”

He didn’t want to, but the doctor must know what he was doing. He sat quickly, trying to ignore the large bulge he was on. But the longer he sat there the more he tried to rub on it discreetly.

“Yes, I can see what you mean. Do you often stimulate yourself with any phallic objects? Please honesty.” He nodded shamefully.

“I must see them, to see the extent of your paraphilia.”

Quietly, he led Harper down to his masturbation room. He was the only person allowed inside and now he was showing Harper.

He unlocked it and allowed Harper to walk in. Before shutting and locking the door lest a maid walk by and see. At first glance the room was nondescript. An elegant four poster bed, an antique armoire, and two large display shelves were standard in any mansion. It was what was on those shelves that mattered.

His extensive collection of large custom dildos and lube. The majority in large and extra large sizes. The unusual shapes of many of them. Anyone even passingly familiar would know this collection had cost a large fortune.

To his credit Harper said nothing and merely took it in. He waited for the judgment he knew was coming. But instead Harper said,

“Yes, I can see your condition is quite advanced, demonstrate for me one of your usual sessions so I can see how to help you. You must act as though I’m not here.”

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable doing that...”

“Nonsense, it is a crucial step. You want to get better right?” Instead of responding he simply stripped. Just pretend Harper wasn’t watching. Well he was feeling a little pent up.

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