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HypnoTV: Frasier
by MAW
MC,FF,MF

     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this seek help. 
     My thanks to the fan who sent this idea in. He requested
anonymity, but he knows who he is and thanks. 


     "No, madam, I can assure you, there is no chance whatsoever
that your collection of Bee Gees memoriblia is causing your
husband's impotence. Now, if it was the Spice Girls, then there
might be something." 
     Dr. Frasier Crane never ceased to be amazed at the amazing
ammount of complexes in the population of Seattle. After a slow
start, his radio show was getting good ratings and his reputation
as a call-in psychiatrist was building. It felt good to help
people out with their problems. Of course, he also attracted a
larger ammount of nutcases than he had in private practice. 
     "Well, that's all the time we have today," Frasier said as
he was given a signal by Roz, his assistant. "Until next time,
this is Dr. Frasier Crane, wishing you all happy thoughts." With
that, he flicked a switch and leaned back. "God, what a pack of
nutballs!" 
     "Um, Dr. Crane, you're still on the air," Roz said. Frasier
frantically looked behind him, to see the "ON AIR" sign off.
"Made you look," Roz laughed.
     Frasier glared at her. "Do you make it your mission in life
to torment me?"
     "It's more of a side hobby lately," Roz said as she pulled
her headphones off her brown hair. She was attractive, with a
curvaceous body that had more than its fair share of tumbles in
the sack. Clinically, Roz was a sexual-compulsive with little
taste for commitment. Although she was a good producer and
Frasier did consider her a friend, her humor sometimes got on his
nerves. "I'll see you later. I have to take care of some log
stuff here." 
     "Are you on top or bottom?" Niles Crane said as he entered.
Frasier's brother was quite thin with fading dark-blond hair and
always wore a dour expression, one deepened by his recent
estrangement from his wife Maris. While the last few years of
their marriage hadn't been a picnic, the end still hurt Niles. A
divorcee himself, Frasier could relate. Niles wasn't exactly a
fan of Roz's various flings. Satisfied with his zinger, Niles
turned his attention to his brother. "Frasier, I was wondering if
we could stop for a bite to eat."
     "Sorry, Niles, I'm going home. Since Dad is gone with Eddie
to that reunion, I intend to enjoy the peace and serenity of my
home while I can." 
     "Well, I can understand your hermitive behavior even if I
don't condone it." Niles and Fraiser stepped into the hallway,
Frasier pulling on his coat. "Frasier, did you receive that
package from that old friend of yours in Boston?" 
     "Ah, yes, the tapes. According to his description they do
marvels. The first ones are designed to be played in waiting
rooms. Underneath some nice jazz music is a series of subminimal
messages that lowers the resistance level, makes the patient more
susceptible to hypnotic induction."
     "Yes, thereby increasing the initial state of trance and the
subject's willingness to comply with suggestions. Well, I
stopped by your apartment this afternoon to check them out, see
if I can use them and it seems that first one is missing." 
     "Really?" Frasier frowned. "Did Daphne know where it was?" 
     "She was out at the store. The rest were stacked by the
stereo but the first one was missing. I was wondering if you had
it." 
     "I might have left it in my study at home. Tell you what,
I'll look for them when I get home and drop them by you." With
that, Frasier walked off, heading to his car. Niles shook his
head, bothered. His birthday was tomorrow and Frasier hadn't said
anything about it. It wasn't that Niles thought Frasier had
forgotten, he was afraid Frasier was planning a party. Every time
Frasier tried to plan something fancy, it somehow turned into a
public nightmare. At least Maris hadn't been around to most of
them. Thinking of his ex-wife caused Niles to sigh again. He had
a meeting that afternoon with her lawyers for further divorce
settlements. As painful as his marriage had been, the divorce was
even worse. 
     He passed the control booth and saw Roz lightly bouncing her
head and humming. He paused, listening, and slowly became aware
that a jazz number was playing over the speakers inside the
booth. "Roz, what music is this?" 
     "It's called jazz," Roz replied without turning around.
"It's arty, so you should know it." 
     "I meant where did you get it?" 
     "Oh, I snagged a tape from Frasier's last night. Listened to
it in the car. Pretty cool." A light bulb went on in Niles' head.
He gazed at Roz, who was fixing her attention to the console. An
idea began to creep through Niles' brain. He had a more
mischievous and humorous mind than people thought and he had
stumbled upon a joke to play on his older brother. "You look
tired out, Roz." 
     "Hey, I didn't even have a date last night," Roz said, on
guard. "That is, not by choice, you know?" 
     "No, no, I didn't mean that. I meant you look stressed from
your work and job. I know Frasier isn't the easiest person to get
along with, especially on the job." 
     "Tell me about it," Roz muttered. 
     "Let me show you a little something I know. It really does
help you relax, lowers your anxiety. Honest, it does wonders." 
     "Well, all right." Niles came up behind Roz's chair. "Okay,
now just get comfortable and close your eyes." Although a little
wary, Roz did so. "Okay, now just relax. Take a few nice, slow,
deep breaths. Let the tension flow from your body with every
breath. Just take it nice and slow. Try to clear your thoughts of
everything, all your worries and all your anxieties and just let
go and listen to my voice. Just listen to my voice and take nice,
slow breaths." 
     Niles placed his index fingers on Roz's temples and began to
move them in a light, circular motion, moving his voice in a soft
monotone. "Now, Roz, think of a place. A nice, soothing place,
somewhere where you feel perfectly at ease and totally calm.
Picture yourself in that place, Roz. It's nice and wonderful and
soothing. Can you see yourself there?" 
     "Yeah.." Roz said sleepily. 
     "Good. Now, Roz, I want you to count backwards from a
hundred. Just count down from 100 and keep counting. As you
count, you will feel a wave of relaxation come over you. As you
count down, you will feel more and more relaxed. With each
number, you feel more and more relaxed until you finally drift
into a nice, relaxful sleep. Now count down until you fall into
this wonderful sleep." 
     The tape had worked extremely well in lowering Roz's
resistance. She only made it to 87 before her voice drifted off
and her head lowered onto her chest. Niles turned the chair so
Roz faced him. "Now, Roz, I want you to answer any of my
questions honestly. You want to answer them honestly. It makes
you feel good to be honest. Now, Roz, is Frasier planning a party
for my birthday?" 
     "..Yes.." Roz whispered. 
     Just as he'd thought. The idea that had come to Niles wasn't
quite ethical but he was in a mood for mischief at the moment and
wanted to play a joke on his brother. "Now, Roz, when I snap my
fingers, you won't remember anything about this conversation.
When you leave here, you will go to Frasier's apartment. As you
near his apartment, you will begin to feel aroused, excited. As
you get nearer and nearer, you will begin to feel horny. You will
be very horny by the time you enter Frasier's apartment. And you
will want to feel sexual satisfaction badly. So badly that you
will want sex at that very moment. Also, when you hear my voice
say the words 'Picasso kablam', you will fall once again into
this wonderful state of sleep. Now, remember that but nothing
else." Niles stood up and snapped his fingers.
     Roz blinked open her eyes and shook her head. "Wow, that
really worked. Thanks, Niles." 
     "Don't mention it." Niles walked out, a broad smile on his
face as he thought about the way things were going to play out.

     Frasier walked into his apartment, threw his coat onto the
chair and collapsed onto the couch. "I need a drink," he
muttered.
     "Well, don't be expecting me to get it." Daphne's British
accent filled the apartment as she stepped out of the kitchen.
"I've got enough on my hands cleaning this place before your
father gets home." 
     "Please, I've seen what Eddie does, he shouldn't be bothered
by untidiness," Frasier said. Daphne sat down on the chair,
sighing. "Woo, good to take a load off." 
     Frasier glanced at his watch. He had just enough time to get
himself a drink before going down to drop off the fee for Niles'
party. He nervously took his pen out of his vest pocket and began
to lightly twirl it in between his thumb and forefinger. "By the
way, Daphne, have you seen that tape I had by the stereo last
night?" 
     "Oh, the jazz one, yes, I listened to it last night while I
was cleaning. Good music there." Daphne's eyes were fixed on the
pen in Frasier's hand, the way the light glinted off it and
shone. It was soothing in a way, the nice patterns of light and
they way they moved back and forth. They seemed to be just the
right thing to watch after a hard day of work. It felt good just
to sit back and watch and relax. 
     Frasier had continued to talk, making plans for Niles' party
and for the upcoming week. It was a few minutes before he noticed
Daphne's silence. He glanced at her and saw her eyes half-closed,
fixed on the shining pen he was twirling. He was confused at
first, then remembered the tape Daphne had heard. His first
impulse was to snap her out of it, but an idea suddenly sprang
into his mind. Before he could talk himself out of it, he raised
the pen up, Daphne's gaze following it.
     "Watch the pen, Daphne. It's so relaxing and so soothing to
watch the pen. Watch the light gleam off it as it turns, back and
forth, back and forth, waves of light coming into your eyes. It's
so wonderful to watch and you feel so relaxed now. So very
relaxed. As the waves of light keep coming, your eyes feel heavy
and relaxed. You feel so tired now all you want to do is close
your eyes. Close them. Just close your eyes and relax
completely." Daphne's eyes shut and she slipped down slightly in
her seat. Frasier appraised her, unsure of what to do next. He
decided to ask her a question that had been bothering him for
years. "Daphne, are you aware that Niles loves you?" 
     Daphne's lips parted slightly as she whispered "yes.."
     Nodding, Frasier asked another question. "Do you love
Niles?" 
     After a moment of hesitation, Daphne replied. "Yes.."
     "I'll be damned," Frasier said. All the pining Niles had
been doing for the last few years and Daphne felt the same way.
They were probably too afraid of commitment and rejection to say
anything about it. Frasier thought for a moment before coming to
a solution. All right, it wasn't ethical, but if it stopped this
romantic cat-and-mouse game of theirs, it'd be worth it. "Daphne,
when I tell you to wake up, you'll awaken with no memory of being
asleep. Now, as you work her today, you'll begin to feel a
growing sense of sexual arousal, one that you'll want to release.
The next time a person comes to this apartment and make an
advance to you, you want to answer it in full at that very
moment. Now, if you hear me say 'Flower dower', you'll fall back
into this wonderful sleep state. Remember that and nothing else.
Now, wake up." 
     Daphne's eyes snapped open as clarity returned to her
features. "I'm sorry, Dr. Crane, I must have dozed off." 
     "No problem, Daphne," Frasier said as he stood up. "I've got
some things to do. I won't be back until later." 
     "All right, see you then." Daphne waved as Frasier walked
out, his mind already imagining the look on Niles' face when he
arrived. 

     Roz was horny. Really horny. She hadn't felt this hot in a
long time. It seemed to have increased as she walked to Frasier's
door. Weird. Roz didn't know what was causing it but she did know
what to do to end it. 
     She knocked on the door and gave a quick scratch to her
crotch. She could feel a slight dampness already there. She threw
her hand away as the door opened and Daphne stood there. "Oh,
Roz, come on in. I'm afraid Frasier's not here right now." 
     "That's okay," Roz said as she stepped inside. She paused in
the middle of the room, gathering her thoughts. "Something the
matter?" Daphne asked as she came up behind her.
     "No," Roz replied. "Yes. I don't know." She turned around
and faced Daphne. "Look, this may be an off-the-wall question but
have you ever--done it--with a woman?" 
     Daphne turned her face away and Roz instantly felt guilty.
"I'm sorry, I didn't have any right to ask." 
     "No, it's all right," Daphne said, sighing. "The answer is
no, but I have thought about it a bit. You know, youthful
imaginings, things like that. But I've never done it."
     "I have," Roz said. "A few times." She put her hand in
Daphne's. "It's actually not bad." She and Daphne stood for a
moment, gazing at each other. Then, Roz leaned in and kissed
Daphne lightly. They were frozen for a moment, then Daphne slowly
leaned in and returned the kiss as the two embraced.

     Niles almost threw back his coffee with glee, his mind
trying to gauge the expression on Frasier's face when Roz came
onto him. He didn't really know if Frasier would go for it, but
it would be fun. Niles' mood lasted to about two seconds after he
saw Frasier walk through the door. Frasier saw him as well and
the two stared at one another in shock. Frasier charged to Niles'
table and took a seat. "What are you doing here?" he hissed. 
     "What're you? And why are you so concerned?" 
     They blurted it out at once, each stunned at what the other
had been planning. Frasier bolted out of his seat. "We have to
get there." 
     "You don't think Roz would come onto Daphne, do you?" 
     "For God's sake Niles, the woman thinks the Kama Sutra is a
beginner's manual!" Frasier ran out the door, Niles following
him, oddly attracting no attention as they left.

     Roz and Daphne rolled on the bed, their naked bodies shoved
together, their wet pussies touching. Roz ended up on top,
spreading out Daphne's hands as they kissed. She moved down,
kissing both of Daphne's pert breasts, eliciting a moan from the
British woman. She lay a small kiss on the sunken belly before
coming to Daphne's dark clit. Roz immediately went to work,
placing her tongue inside and licking at Daphne's pussy. She slid
her hands underneath and squeezed Daphne's cheeks as she went.
She drove her head in deeper between Daphne's legs, pushing her
tongue deep inside until Daphne came onto her tongue.
     After licking away Daphne's juices, Roz crawled up the other
woman's body, sitting atop Daphne's face. After a few hesitant
kisses, Daphne placed her tongue inside Roz's clit and started
licking. She did it long and slow, taking her time with it, which
increased the pleasure further. Roz moaned as Daphne's hand
squeezed her breasts, rocking herself gently on her friend's
face. She was in a combination of pain and pleasure as she held
herself back, enjoying the skillful touch of Daphne's tongue
inside her. Finally, she came, her orgasm spilling onto Daphne's
pretty face. 
     Frasier and Niles burst through the door just in time to
hear Roz gasp in pleasure. They quickly took in the trail of
clothes strewn around the floor, leading to the bedroom. They
stood there for a moment, at a loss for words. "This could be
some sort of sign," Frasier said. 
     "In what way?" 
     "Well, Niles, two women we know are making love to each
other because of our sibling rivalry. I don't think you have to
be Freud to see the symbolism here." 
     "Don't bring Freud into this. Now what?" 
     "Well, let's do something." Fraiser walked to the bedroom
door and opened it. Before Daphne or Roz could react he said,
"Flower Dower." Daphne shut her eyes and sank down on the bed.
Roz landed on top of her as Niles said, "Picasso kablam." The two
brothers stared at one another. "That's a trigger phrase?"
Frasier said. 
     "Well, at least mine doesn't sound like a schoolyard chant,"
Niles stiffly replied. "I guess we'd better tell them to forget
this." 
     "I'll get Roz home, but there's something you should know,"
Frasier said. "Look, Niles, what we both did was wrong, we have
to face that. But something good's come out of it." 
     "And what, pray tell, might that be?" 
     "Daphne told me she loves you." 
     Niles' usually passive features turned to a mix of surprise
and joy. "Really?" he whispered. 
     Frasier nodded. "Yes. Roz, open your eyes and stand up. Go
to the living room and get dressed." Roz slowly rose and walked
past the two brothers, obliviously staring forward. Frasier and
Niles continued to stare at one another. "I'll take her home.
I'll let you decide what to do." Frasier turned and walked to the
outer room. 
     Niles appraised Daphne's naked form for some time, mulling
his options. He stood there long after Frasier had taken the
entranced Roz home. He thought about his relationship with Maris
and his infatuation with Daphne. He thought of how his feelings
for the latter were much larger than the former. He finally made
a decision. He stripped off his coat, then his suit, finally
standing naked. He got onto the bed and touched Daphne's sweet
nude form. "Daphne," he whispered. "When I snap my fingers,
you'll wake up. You will not remember what happened between you
and Roz. That was a dream. When you see me, your feelings about
me will come to the surface. You will not feel any fear or
hesitation. You will want to act upon your feelings at once."
Niles took a deep breath, then snapped his fingers. 
     Daphne's eyes blinked open, then focused on Niles. Niles was
uncertain of what would happen. If Frasier had been lying about
Daphne, she'd be perfectly in the right to punch him out. He
needn't have worried. Once she saw him, Daphne reached up and
kissed him full on the lips. He was motionless, stunned by his
dream suddenly coming true. Then, he returned her kiss, embracing
her and leaning down on her. 
     He lay kisses all over her, her throat and cheeks first.
Then he buried his head in between her breasts, laying kisses all
over them, squeezing them together. She sighed as his rock-hard
cock entered her pussy. It had been a while, but Niles soon
established a rythym, pushing himself in and out of Daphne, her
moans driving him on. His long-buried sexual fervor came to the
surface, pushing him on as he drove his member in and out of
Daphne. She clutched a handful of sheets as he continued, ripping
them off as they orgasmed together, the culmination of years of
wanting finally achieved. 
     Frasier came to the door of his apartment. He had left Roz
at home with no memories of her encounter with Daphne. As far as
she was concerned, she'd spent the day working in her house.
Frasier paused as he reached the door and listened. He could hear
sounds coming behind it, moans that seemed to be coming from the
living room. Smiling, Frasier pocketed his key and walked back
down the hall. Now was a good time to enjoy a latte. "Happy
Birthday, little brother," Frasier whispered as he headed to the
nearest coffee shop. 


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