Sarah stepped through the automatic doorway into the meticulously climate-controlled TranceMart and wondered what had happened to the world.

Standing off to the side next to a rack of oversized bras was a group of well-endowed women staring up vacantly at a television screen.

“You want to bounce your boobies in Bebe’s Bouncy Bras!...Bounce away your troubles…Bounce away your cares...You want to buy Bebe’s Bras today…”

“We want to buy Bebe’s Bras today…” the women softly chanted back at the screen filled with dazzling graphics and subliminal images of giant, heaving breasts. Their heads nodded along to anything the commercial planted in their soft minds. Sarah kept her eyes down and hurried past the display, trying to ignore the subtle urge to bounce her chest a little.

She could remember a time not so long ago when shopping was simpler. No mandatory customer loyalty programs, no subliminal messages in the commercials, and if companies led their clients astray they could get sued in court. It was the halcyon years when consumer rights and autonomy were respected.

No so anymore, Sarah thought as she navigated the aisles of the store, trying her best to keep her eyes off the dazzling, flashing spirals and signs coaxing her to buy whatever crap was on the shelf. Ever since the notorious Mesmer lobby group swayed the last election, consumer protection laws saw a seismic shift. Now, blatant hypnosis and mind control techniques in advertisements were one hundred percent condoned by the elected officials, leaving their constituents defenseless against the insidious control of big business.

There had been protests and resistance, but as new products flooded the market, products that could give you the body of a porn star, people began to lose focus. Political debate was stifled under an avalanche of swinging titties and raging hard cocks. Anyone strong enough to resist was round up for a few days and then released with a new attitude towards hypnotic businesses.

Now, going shopping was like walking through a mine field. Sarah adjusted her sunhat, trying to concentrate on buying her usual provisions for her and her husband, Ricky.

Eggs…

Milk…

Bread…

Seltzer water…

Energy drinks…Spiral Energy Drink…Spiral Energy Drink…

Sarah shook her head, suddenly realizing she had been gazing at a case of Energy Drinks equipped with a strobe light set to flash at a frequency found to induce passiveness and suggestibility. Sarah could feel her thoughts go to that warm syrupy place she learned to recognize as early hypnosis. She shook her head and forced herself to keep walking, ignoring the young man staring with glazed eyes at a package of Cocky Dork’s Penis Enhancing formula.

The crazy thing was it wasn’t just companies using mind control. The practice of hypnosis had since become widespread, even common. Several wellness programs offered hypnosis education to use on your spouse or coworkers as well as teaching techniques to resist unwelcome mindfuckery. Sarah had signed up for resistance classes with her girlfriends but could never remember what the confident young man with the pendulum ever taught them.

That reminded Sarah to pick up a box of tictacs. For some reason she always had a weird, salty taste in her mouth after those classes, but every time she tried to figure out why she’d lose her train of thought.

As she passed through the clothing section, she noticed a middle-aged woman eagerly pawing at one dress after another and then handing them to her husband who glanced around nervously.

“Dear, that’s enough!” the husband complained. “You have enough dresses at home! I don’t want to blow our savings on this.”

“But these are on sale!” the wife responded with a beaming grin, weighing down her arm with every dress in her size. “And I need the new fall fashion! I deserve it! It’s exciting to buy more clothes!”

The woman prattled on while several other women fawned over the discount clothing, all muttering absently to themselves.

“I deserve this.”

“I need the latest fashion.”

“It’s exciting to buy more things.”

Looking like he was about to pop a blood vessel, the man wheeled in front of his wife, yanking the pile of clothes away from her.

“We’re leaving these here, and that’s that!” he hissed.

The wife shifted her weight, crossing her arms huffily and then reached into her pocketbook for her phone.

“Aw, baby. You seem a little agitated. Here, why don’t you watch some of your favorite show?”

She turned the phone to her husband, a strobing pink spiral bombarding his face.

“Huh? No! Don’t show that to me again, or I’ll—ugh…” the man’s face went slack as his eyes locked onto the screen. The lady shook her head and placed the phone into his fingers before taking back her clothing.

“That’s better, Ted,” the woman said, patting his head. The man just stared at the screen, letting the images pump him full of opulent thoughts of pleasure and subservience. “Now, you won’t mind if I use your credit card to pay for all this, will you?”

Ted shook his head, his eyes rolling as he struggled to keep up with the app’s graphics. “No…don’t mind…happy wife…happy life…”

Sarah kept walking, pushing her cart in front of her. She only had spaghetti, bone broth, and ice cream left on her list, but everywhere she looked, twisting spirals threatened to rob away her will, to lead her around buying all kinds of kitchenware, cleaning supplies, and food supplements that were little more than glorified aphrodisiacs. It was absolutely exhausting!

She sidestepped a woman whose incredible breasts were nearly spilling out her stretchy top as she leaned forward, her arms hanging limply at her sides. She gaped wide-eyed at package of cookies decorated with swirling spirals of chocolate.

“Fudgy swirls make me smile…Fudgy swirls make me stay awhile…Fudgy swirls are so good to eat…Fudgy swirls are my favorite treat!”

Sarah tried to tune out the insipid song the dazed woman was muttering, but part of her brain could hear the catchy earworm of a jingle in her head. Several shoppers weren’t as resistant and soon a small crowd was chanting as they filled their carts with boxes of fudgy swirls.

Fudgy swirls make me smile…Fudgy swirls make me stay awhile…DAMN!

Sara shook her head, trying to keep control of her thoughts. Screw the bone broth, she could just use water and allspice. She had to get out of there!

She took a shortcut through the home furniture section and immediately wished she hadn’t. Displayed on a podium was a black leather, self-massaging armchair. Sampling the chair was Brad Creyman, one of Ricky’s coworkers, sitting with his jeans shrugged down to his ankles and his genetically enhanced erection sticking up in the air. Seated on the armrest was a gorgeous saleswoman, her blonde hair pulled back into a conservative bun and her bust popping out of her half-opened suit jacket. Her fingers danced lightly over his straining boner as she leaned into him, the sides of her tits pressing against his face.

“So, what do you say, Mr. Creyman?” The saleswoman glanced over her horn-rimmed glasses. “Are you ready to commit to buying a EZWank 2000 today?”

Sarah watched from a distance as Brad struggled breathlessly to answer. It looked like he was trying to shake his head but just managed to let it wobble on his neck, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

“Y-y-yessss, but…oh!...so expensive…can’t…can’t afford…”

“Did I demonstrate our most advanced feature yet?” The blonde smiled as she clicked a button on the side of the chair. Immediately, the hum of the machinery inside the cushions changed pitch and Brad’s face lit up in a blissful smile, like he was having a very sexual religious experience.

“Our special subsonic sound therapy is designed to stimulate your parasympathetic nervous system for health, for balance…” she let her hand curl around Brad’s shaft, giving him a few firm tugs. “…for enhanced arousal. You could come home every day from your stressful job and just sit down in your special boner chair, ready to relax for the evening.”

“B-boner chair…” Brad gurgled, his higher faculties sabotaged. The saleswoman leaned over and stroked Brad’s hair, her nipples poking out of her dress and rubbing against Brad’s cheek as she kept a steadily stroking his cock.

“You don’t need to worry about the money. We can set you up for a free one-week trial. Don’t’ worry,” she grinned evilly at him. “You can cancel at any time…”

“Cancel…at…any…time…”

Brad babbled happily as his cock shot a jet of cum high into the air, splattering on the side of his leg and down the arm rest of the chair. The saleswoman beamed at him and wiped down his cock and the chair with a wet cloth as he mindlessly signed the finance agreement she had shoved in his face.

Sarah turned her head away and marched her groceries over to the check-out counters, trying to ignore the throb in her pussy as she got close to the humming chair.

She was nearly done now, just had to suffer through the automated check-out process and then she’d be home free. She steadfastly scanned each item, keeping her eyes off the screen as vibrant, eye-catching words flashed across the customer service monitor.

Are you sure you found everything you wanted?

Did you remember to get these discounted items today?

The screen displayed several random items that Sarah didn’t have any interest in buying over a twirling spiral. She bit her lip, keeping her eyes down. The last time she allowed herself to pay attention to the screen, she left with an extra hundred dollars of cheese sticks and beef jerky.

She had finally scanned and bagged everything. She tapped her bank card, eager to pay the bill and get out.

Do you want to make a one-time donation today?

Sarah hit ‘No.’

Do you want us to save your financial information to make check out easier in the future?

Not on your life! Sarah though, she reached for the red ‘No’ button, but the screen shifted too fast.

Do you need more time to decide?

Sarah froze as a digital cartoon of a swinging pocket watch appeared, swaying back and forth, ticking down the seconds. The screen flashed more words

You should take more time to decide. Think very carefully. You trust the good people at TranceMart. You can take all the time to decide…

Sarah didn’t understand what she was even thinking about, she just stared at the swinging watch, feeling her mind getting fuzzier and fuzzier as the numbers counted down.

Financial information saved! Thank you for shopping at TranceMart! Ready to go enjoy your day! And don’t worry, you will come back very, very soon.

Sarah shook her head, cursing herself for falling for such an obvious trick. She’d have to come back and talk to the management to get her bank info deleted from their system.

Or…maybe she could not worry about it. She only shopped here anyway…

The thought echoed dully around her head as she steered her shopping cart out through the automatic doors. If all that happened to her today was getting tranced to hand over her bank info to a company that surely knew it already, she should consider herself lucky.

Now she just had to make it to her car across the parking lot. She was practically home free. As she rolled her cart onto the pavement, Sarah’s attention wandered to a large stage set up in the middle of the lot, blasting some kind of rhyming jingle on repeat for Dahlia’s Happy Family Baby products. In front of the stage was a gathering of women, their head nodding along to the tune.

Sarah had to look twice. Were all those women topless?

“Hi, beautiful!” A slim woman in a flashy business suit called out, stepping in front of Sarah’s path. “Looks like you could use a little nap!”

Sarah’s eyes darted to the woman, her mind so distracted by the spectacle on stage that she never saw the woman wave her hand in front her face, completely startled by the loud snap of her fingers.

“Sleeeeeepppp…” Her fingers reached up and pressed into Sarah’s forehead. “So tired…so exhausted from shopping…just let yourself relaaaaxxxx…just letting your mind take a quick little rest as you sleeeeeepppp…”

Sarah’s mind dropped into a black void, dragged down by the woman’s soothing voice and her overwhelming confidence. She had done so well keeping her defenses up, she never expected this sneaky minx to dazzle her into submission the minute she let her guard down.

“There…that’s so much better, isn’t it?” The woman said, moving Sarah’s head around in slow, sensual circles. “You should just relax and watch the show…listen to the pretty music…don’t worry about your shopping….we’ll take care of it…and you can just take a break and watch the show… right?”

“Y-yessss…” Sarah replied, letting her hands slip off the shopping cart handle, completely passive as another girl in a matching suit came and wheeled her cart away.

“Good! Now, off you go with the rest of the lovely ladies,” the saleswoman coddled, steering her towards the herd of women. “Go and watch the nice show.”

“Yes…watch the show…” Sarah murmured.

She joined the rest of the throng as they stared at the giant television screen leading them in a sing-a-long. She followed the bouncy red ball as it danced on top of the lyrics projected on the screen and started chanting the catchy tune.

“Ba-ba-ba…Ba-ba-ba…baby’s hungry…,

Ba-ba-ba…Ba-ba-ba…baby wants mommy…

Ma-ma-ma…Ma-ma-ma….mommy needs Dahlia’s special drink…

Ma-ma-ma…Ma-ma-ma…Just relax, mommy doesn’t need to think…”

Sarah obediently repeated the words, giggling a little as she felt her body swaying and bouncing with the rhythm. Her eye wandered and she noticed most of the other ladies bouncing and swaying in the same way. She blinked, feeling like something was a little off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Suddenly, the answer hit her. All the other women standing and staring vapidly at the stage with her were topless! Next to her a bleach-blonde milf had her dress pulled down to her waist, letting her heavy, F-cup breasts wobble in the air while she jumbled them around with her hands, a vacant, blissful expression on her face. Everywhere she looked, Sarah saw women peeling down their tops and fondling their tits to the silly, repetitive music.

The more she ogled the lot full of bouncy, naked breasts, the more Sarah’s mind succumbed to peer pressure and, at last, she let her creamy tits spill out of her top, the fresh air softly kissing her nipples. Sarah sighed loudly, the euphoria of having her tits out, hanging free, overwhelming her. She pushed her breasts in and out, giggling stupidly at her shifting cleavage.

On the fringes of the herd of brainwashed shoppers, the women employees of Dhalia Happy Family Inc. continued to rope in more unsuspecting ladies to join the crowd. Some they took by surprise, snapping in their face or tapping them on the forehead, or else just talking and swaying with them until they eagerly dropped their bags and floated towards the stage in a smiling daze. Near the streetside entrance, a morning jogger wrapped in skin tight elastic pants and her weighty breasts held up by a sports bra that showed off her tan belly. She tossed back her pony tail as she glanced curiously at the stage.

The bizarre sight combined with the flashing, stage graphics made the jogger slow down, her head tilting up in befuddlement. The team of salesladies pounced and grabbed her by her toned arms. The jogger barely resisted and just stared dumbfounded at the stage. A tall saleswoman started whispering into her ear, waving her fingers back and forth in front of her eyes. The jogger’s look of stupefied alarm turned into a mask of blissful pleasure. She reached for her bra as the saleswoman nodded in delight, lifting her top over her shoulder and to release her massive, sweaty boobs, letting the slick titty flesh slide through her fingers. The salesladies sent her on her way with a pat on her butt as the jogger joined the ranks of the other busty, brainless women.

A fanfare sounded announcing the entrance of a tall lady with long black hair and a man in a business suit. They talked to the crowd over the endlessly looping jingle in the background.

“Good morning, shoppers!” The woman announced, her low cut, cocktail dress shimmering in the light. “Thank you all for attending our special promotion. I’m Dahlia Bells, the founder and spokesperson for Dahlia Happy Family Baby Products and I’m confident that after our special promo, all of you will be going home feeling like brand new women!”

“That’s right, Dahlia!” The businessman said “At Dahlia’s Baby Products, we understand how challenging it can be to raise healthy children these days. So, we’ve made one of the most difficult parts of motherhood simple, easy, and pleasurable.”

Sarah thought the man’s words were a little strange, but the wonderful sensations tingling in her exposed nipples were just too distracting. She just wanted to relax and watch the fun show.

“Of course, what Joseph here is referring to is breastfeeding,” Dahlia said. “It used to be such a chore, right? Well, with our patented dietary formula for mommies, breastfeeding can now be easy and effective. Just ask our satisfied customer! Kimmie, dear!”

A brunette appeared wearing a long flowing white dress that didn’t even try to pretend to adequately cover the woman’s luscious, round breasts. The model strutted on stage hardly aware of the audience at all.

“Yes, Mrs. Dahlia?” she said, vapidly.

“Kimmie dear, would you all please tell the nice people how long you’ve been taking Dahlia’s Breastfeeding supplements?”

“Uhh…one week!” Kimmie said, obviously proud that she remembered.

“And are you satisfied with the results?” Joseph asked. Kimmie blushed.

“Oh yes! I love how full my titties are! My milk is so rich and creamy! And I’m producing so so much!” the woman bubbled.

“Really?” Joseph held up a clear plastic pitcher. “How about a little demonstration?”

Kimmie just beamed and giggled as Joseph came up and yanked down her top revealing two sun-tanned tits the size of beach balls. Sarah watched in rapt fascination as Joseph grabbed Kimmie’s breast and squeezed out a long stream of creamy white milk into the pitcher. Kimmie moaned appreciatively as he switched to her other tit, collecting another stream of breast milk. He alternated back and forth while Kimmie sighed at the intense stimulation. Eventually, Joseph had collected his fill and held up what looked like an entire quart of milk. Kimmie stared off into the distance with a dopey smile.

“As you can see,” Dahlia announced to the spellbound crowd, “our specialized formula delivers improved quantity and quality of milk. Now for young, growing bodies, all nutrients are absorbed into the musculature and skeletal systems to aid growth. But, when ingested by adults, particularly males, it acts as a potent aphrodisiac and stimulates sperm production.”

Even in Sarah’s fuzzy, entranced state, the claim seemed extraordinary. Sensing skepticism in the crowd, Dahlia turned towards Joseph, placing a hand on her curvy hip.

“Care to give your own demonstration there, Joe?” she teased.

“With relish!” Joe winked at the audience, drawing a few sleepy chuckles from the topless women. He brought the pitcher to his lips and took three long gulps of the thick, white milk. He grunted and wiped his mouth, putting the pitcher down on a nearby display stand. He stood back and Sarah watched his face twist with arousal and could practically see his pants warp with his swelling cock.

“How are you feeling, Joey?” Dahlia asked with a look to the audience. She strutted over to the horny co-host who was struggling to stand.

“RRrnnnn….never better…really…horny…” Joseph growled through clenched teeth.

“I should say you are!” Dahlia said, reaching down and unzipping his fly. Sarah gasped to see Joe’s foot-long boner spring into the air followed by his massive ball sack. Dahlia ringed her hand around his shaft and slowly pumped up and down, making Joe pant with need.

“Now ladies, I’ll have you know that Joe is not my husband. But you could imagine what your yummy, lovely titty juice could do for your man. After all, there’s no point in taking a motherhood supplement if you don’t start letting your stud knock a few buns in your oven! And now, you can ensure the best stock and the best equipment.”

She held Joe’s prick high in the air and ran her index finger slowly down the underside of his shaft, collecting a large dollop of precum and licking it clean. Sarah gaped at the incredible cock, her breasts suddenly feeling so heavy and sensitive just getting the smallest whiff of his seed. Thoughts of waiting to have kids suddenly took a back seat in her head while her cunny screamed with desire. The desire to be filled, to be bred. To get completely railed by her husband’s monster cock so she could feel his cum filling up her womb every night.

All around her, women of all sizes, colors, and shapes were helplessly ogling Joe’s huge cock, groping and rubbing their sensitive tits, their mouths open, drooling brainlessly. The music pulsed louder, reverberating through her entire body. A collective heat washed through the crowd and, one by one, each lady reached down to tease and rub their slits. Some of the more friendly shoppers buddied up and lent each other a hand. On stage, Dahlia led Joseph by the tip of his cock over to where Kimmie was still rubbing her milky tits in a daze.

Dalhia whispered into Kimmie’s ear. The top-heavy woman nodded along and then hiked her dress over her hips, exposing her slippery cunt to the back of the stage.

“You’re all starting to feel that itch, aren’t you, ladies?” Dahlia sang to the crowd. “That wild bout of baby fever that makes you crave a good stuffing from your man so you can make milk for your babies… You love making milk…you love getting fucked…you love Dahlia’s Happy Family Product line…”

Joseph began to mindlessly rut with Kimmie, thrusting into her from behind, causing Kimmie’s giant tits to bounce wildly out in front of her. Sarah stared, wide eyed and blank, as she began to subconsciously buck her hips to the same maddening rhythm as the swinging tits. Her mind was flooded with Dahlia’s booming voice.

“That’s right, everyone! Isn’t watching this lovely display giving you all sorts of ideas?”

Sarah joined the chorus of moans that almost sounded like a ‘yes’.

“Oh, I’m so glad! Just remember, if you’re planning a special night with your loved one tonight, and really want to get their juices going, remember to buy Dahlia’s Romance Extract, on sale now. Derived from the same hormones as Kimmie’s special milk, it’s sure to have your man eager and ready to please.”

Dahlia’s Extract, thought Sarah. I need to buy Dahlia’s Extract. Gotta make Ricky fuck tonight…

“Yes. And you know that you can trust Dahlia’s Happy Family products for all your new family needs. And I just know that today will be the start of so many families!”

Sarah felt a woman’s hand on her breast. She looked over to see an ebony lady with braids and heavy dark breasts humping her hand next to her, her eyes empty and pleading. Sarah nodded, letting the desperate lady fondle her tit, as she reached around to tease the woman’s nipples. The taller lady groaned and then pivoted to grind on Sarah’s hip. The usually modest housewife thrust her chest out at her newly acquainted lover even as she stared at the glorious dark breasts bouncing in front of her, hopelessly mesmerized.

The two writhed blissfully together as the rest of the crowd became more desperate, humping themselves against their partners and neighbors. Dahlia’s squad of saleswomen darted around slipping coupons in the ladies’ cleavage, slathering the women’s nipples with stimulating balm, whispering suggestions about how nice it would be to get pregnant and start making delicious milk. The words slipped straight into the women’s brains as they continued to pleasure each other to the couple fucking on stage.

Over the speakers, Dahlia chanted in a tinted voice.

“Dahlia’s products are the best!

They make you think of sex, sex, sex!

Happy Families with room for more,

You love being our consumer whores!”

Joseph yelled as he erupted inside Kimmie, her face opening wide with pleasure. The audience let out a surge of groans and sighs, some of them dropping to their knees. All of them felt euphoric satisfaction grip their minds as one thought seared itself into their heads.

Searing itself into Sarah’s head.

“I love Dahlia’s Happy Family products…

I want to have a Big Happy Family…

I love being a consumer whore for Dahlia Inc…”

The chanting continued as the throng of topless women turned back to the glowing sign that read TranceMart. They staggered across the parking lot, a busty blissed-out horde flooding their way through the automatic doors and through the aisles.

Sarah marched through the supermarket AC, her tits oddly chilly, but it was just too nice to feel them sway. Now she remembered what she was forgetting. She wanted something special for Ricky tonight. Something to really get his motor going. Something for which she’d gladly toss away her birth control.

She began strutting down the aisle, not caring about the gawking supermarket boys who were staring flabbergasted at the dozens of topless women. Sarah winked at some of them as she walked past, giving her chest a playful jiggle just to watch the horny boys’ eyes light up and their pants start to bulge. She loved getting boys all riled up!

Sarah headed to the dietary food supplement aisle and began stashing her basket with every variety of Dahlia Extract on the shelf. She rounded the corner of the aisle and nearly collided with a smiling young Japanese woman, her large creamy breasts smacking into her own. The woman reeled back, her porcelain face wide with surprise and then smiled blissfully at Sarah. Sarah smiled back and the two leaned forward, playfully letting their huge tits bounce and rub against each other, filling them with mindless euphoria. Finally, the woman continued with her shopping, leaving Sarah giggling stupidly to herself.

At last, Sarah hauled her basket back to the automated cashier that quickly scanned her face before flashing its bright words at her.

Welcome back, Mrs. Donner!

Thank you for shopping at TranceMart. You always find the best deals at TranceMart.

TranceMart has detected that you are buying several items from the Dahlia Happy Family product line.

Receiving message from company representative.

The Dahlia Happy Family Team hopes you will have a very satisfying night tonight and would like you to remember that you love being a consumer whore.

“I am a consumer whore…” Sarah sighed, the idea bouncing around in her head as she staggered towards her car.

Sarah pulled into her driveway without remembering how she got there, her shopping trip a dizzying whirl in her head. All she knew was if she hurried she could put all the groceries away and start dinner before Ricky made it home. She stepped out of her car, stretching herself in the sun.

She blinked, suddenly aware of Bill, her middle-aged neighbor staring at her from his garden with eyes as large as saucers. Sarah wondered if the silver-haired man was having a stroke or something and then realized that her tits were still hanging out for all the world to see.

“Whoops!” she giggled, not bothering to put them back in her dress. “Sorry, Bill! I forgot I let the girls out for a walk today!”

“Eh…are…are you okay, Sarah?” Bill asked.

“Oh yeah!” Sarah said with a large grin. “Never better…never better…why?”

Bill only stared at Sarah naked, swinging tits. Sarah playfully swatted her hand at him.

“Naughty!” She said flirtatiously, which was enough to make Bill turn as red as the beets he was growing as he mumbled an awkward apology.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed!” Sarah told him. “I guess the girls can be a bit distracting.”

Sarah absently rubbed her tit. Bill’s eyes were on stalks as he caught sight of a single bead of pearly milk appeared on Sarah’s left nipple.

“Hey! Do you think you could lend me hand with these groceries?”

Ten minutes later, all of her groceries were unloaded and packed away in her kitchen without her lifting so much as a finger. Bill eagerly carried in each of the heaving bags and unpacked while Sarah puttered about, mixing up a pitcher of lemonade. She poured a tall glass for Bill and leaned over to hand it to him.

“Hope you like big jugs,” she smirked, holding up the lemonade pitcher. Bill nodded, his eyes glued to her heaving breasts. He sipped the glass gratefully, smacking his lips at the aftertaste.

“Uhm…Sarah? Did you…uhm….put anything extra in here?” asked Bill, wondering at the cloudy consistency of the lemonade.

“No. Just the usual stuff,” replied Sarah innocently. “Just some lemonade concentrate, water, and a teaspoon of milk.”

Bill raised hi eyebrows. “A teaspoon of…” he traile off.

“Of milk, silly!” said Sarah, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “A little drop of titty juice makes everything taste better!” she said, laughing as she looked down at her heavy, full breasts.

Bill nodded, seeing no point in arguing. He finished the lemonade and thanked his host. Sarah walked him to the door, smirking as she noticed the thick bulge in his pants.

“Feel free to come back anytime for more milky lemonade!” she said waving her arms and jiggling her tits. Bill smiled and floated back to his house, his mind racing with erotic fantasies.

Once alone, Sarah went to work.

Ricky came home a few hours later, the fatigue from a grueling workday evaporating as he got a whiff of the hot meal waiting for him.

“Ricky? Is that you?” Sarah’s voice echoed from the kitchen.

“The one and only,” Ricky called back.

“Everything go ok at work?”

“Yeah!” Ricky called out as he hung up his coat. “Busy as usual. Oh, and there was some kind of change in upper management. None of us grunts know what it’s about, but we’re going to have some kind of company re-alignment workshop next week?”

He threw his tie in the closet, loosened his belt and finally wandered down the hall to the living room

“So, what smells so good anyw—Holy FUCK!”

Ricky drank in the sight of his table loaded with steaming home-fried dumplings, skewered lamb, and buttered collard greens and potatoes. It was a feast! But even more ravishing was the image of his wife, wrapped in her white evening gown tailored with two large straps that crossed over her chest both supporting her bust and exposing the underside of her boobs. She beamed at her husband, her smoldering eyes sending tingles through his veins.

“Ooh! Sounds like you know where I’m going with this!” Sarah giggled.

“Oh, baby!” said Ricky. “Dinner can wait, how bout we skip right to dessert?”

“Uh-uh!” Sarah shook her finger at him. “I worked hard for this. Come on. Let me seduce my handsome hubby. It’ll be fun.”

Ricky looked at Sarah’s pretty, blue eyes pleading with him and then drifted further down to her plush cleavage. Was she… bigger today?

He tried not to stare, but couldn’t help his eyes from wandering to her monumental cleavage, letting himself get lost in her chest as it bubbled up and over the scooping neckline of her dress.

The spicy aroma of the lamb snapped him back to his senses.

“Oh. Alright, babe,” he said, taking a seat.

The food was exquisite and Ricky found his appetite getting larger the more he ate. Sarah smiled adoringly at him, constantly loading his plate with more and more food. It seemed to Ricky that every time he looked over at his wife, she scooted a little bit closer, leaning her chest out at him.

It wasn’t long before Sarah was practically hanging off her husband’s arm, popping small morsels of food into his mouth.

“Mmm…I’d say your scheme to seduce me is working,” Ricky chuckled, his hand wandering down to squeeze his crotch. For some reason his blood just felt hot and Sarah’s fingertips brushing over his arms and chest only helped inflate his eager member.

“Good…I want my man to be nice and ready for me,” she growled, her eyes blazing with lust. She pressed her tits together with her forearms, catching Ricky’s gaze like a net as her hand snaked down to his hard bulge.

“You know, honey,” she cooed, closing her fist over his crotch. “I was thinking…about our family…”

“Uhh…” Ricky hesitated, suddenly seeing where Sarah was going with this.

“You know we really are very blessed. You with your big job, and big car…big cock,” she smiled, giving him an extra squeeze. “And me with these big, full tits and nobody to milk them for me. I’ve been thinking that with all these big things of ours, we should start thinking about having a big family to go with them.”

Sarah oozed onto Ricky’s lap as she spoke, throwing her leg over him, straddling his body as her gown rode up, revealing her naked pussy. She pressed her hips into Ricky as she cradled his head in her hands, kissing and teasing him with her tits. Ricky couldn’t believe what his wife was suggesting but was too stunned to ask questions. She peppered his face with light, fluttering kisses. Ricky let his hands wander around the sensual curve of her hip, sighing deeply with delight. The intoxicating musk of her wet pussy tickled his nose.

“Give me a baby, Ricky,” Sarah sighed, pulling his head into her warm cleavage, her pussy rubbing his cock through his pants. “Get me pregnant. I want it…mmmm….” Sarah seemed to drift into her own thoughts. “I wanna baby, I wanna baby, I wanna make lots and lots of milk for my baby…”

Finally, Ricky’s brain caught up with his dick.

“Whoa….whoa, hold on, honey,” he struggled to push his amorous wife away as he got up, wincing as his enthusiastic boner met the restrictive confines of his pants. “This is a big step. I don’t think I’m comfortable doing this without talking it through first.”

“We are talking it through,” Sarah pleaded, pouting her lips and toying with the neckline of her dress. “Don’t you like the idea of emptying your creamy load in me every night? Filling me to the brim with your hot, baby seed while I’m –”

“Alright! I meant talk about it when I’m not hard as hickory!” Ricky said, throwing up his hands in frustration. “And also after you’ve had some time in the reset room,” he added, referring to the couple’s designated office space where either one could sit in the dark and listen to their deprogramming tapes, something that many families now used to help regulate the constant hypnotic messaging of the outside world.

“I think someone slipped you a few sleeper triggers. Sorry babe, but we’re not doing anything tonight.”

Sarah looked almost physically hurt, as if the suggestion that some insidious corporation had bamboozled her into getting knocked up was personally insulting. With a huff, she threw down her napkin and stormed away, her round ass bouncing side to side with every furious step.

Ricky sighed and glanced down at the iron bar pressing against his pants. He grimaced in frustration, surprised to see he was still so hard after arguing with Sarah. He stumbled into the living room and flopped onto his favorite chair.

He was sure his erection would go away in a minute. He just needed to relax.

He turned on the flatscreen and rifled through a few talking heads discussing sports, a few mindless reality shows, a historical documentary on ancient Sumer, anything he could stand to watch before the program cut away to the sponsor’s hypnotic messaging.

After another half-hour of channel surfing, Ricky was still hard as steel, his mind racing with naughty fantasies as he watched the conservative weather girl rattle off statistics about the humidity/heat index.

What was going on? Why was he so hard? Biting his lip, he let his hand drift down the waistline of his pants, his eyes on the bland news anchor’s cherry lips.

“Awww…Has someone been thinking long and hard about my little idea?”

Sarah leaned against the back of Ricky’s chair, her soft fingers caressing his chin and neck.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Sarah teased, clearly aware of Ricky’s straining erection. “Do you need a little help from wifey to empty those big balls of yours?”

Sarah’s hands slid down Ricky’s arms, her warm cleavage pressing into the back of his head. He moaned in spite of himself.

“Oh, yeah, babe…” he pleaded, his dick growing by the moment. “I’m so fucking hard right now…”

“I’ll bet,” said Sarah, pivoting around the chair to sit on the armrest, her tits level with Ricky’s face. She softly caressed the outline of his cock through his pants. “It looks like my special recipe is working fine. A little dose of a special aphrodisiac in the lamb sauce. Just a few bites is enough to get a man hard and desperate for the entire night!”

She unzipped his fly and let his towering boner free, gently swirling it in small circles from his bulbous head.

“And I’d guess you’re feeling very desperate right now… Bet you really want to let this rod slide in and out of my yummy hot box, hmm? Slipping into me bareback and making me squeal with that big, needy monster of yours?”

Ricky grunted, bucking his hips under his wife’s hands craving more stimulation. Sarah giggled and flicked her fingers down his shaft, driving him wild with her teasing.

“I can give that to you, Ricky…I can squeeze your hard cock in my wet, juicy pussy until it explodes…you just have to promise me one thing…”

She leaned forward, her cleavage nearly popping out of her dress.

“Promise me you won’t pull out…promise me you’ll spurt all that jizz into me and give me a baby… your cock wants to give me a baby so bad, Ricky…”

Ricky grunted again, his wife’s coaxing words tantalizing his mind. He didn’t want to be a dad yet. They were nowhere near ready to have a kid. But none of that mattered to his engorged prick dancing under his wife’s playful hands.

He wanted to cum so bad. To cum in his wife’s fertile womb.

“N-no…babe! They’ve…ah!... they’ve done something to you…c’mon! S-snap out of it!”

Sarah just gave him a wry smile, her eyes wide and shining with a determined glint that didn’t belong to the woman he married. In response, Sarah plucked the remote from Ricky’s unresisting fingers and calmly flicked the TV to a very special channel. Ricky never saw which one, but the screen suddenly came alive with the shining, pulsing logo of the Dahlia Happy Family corporation. The logo sparkled and twirled as the speakers buzzed with a strange, droning whine accompanied by a woman’s soft voice.

“A happy family is a big family…

A good husband always pleases his wife…

Husbands give their wives lots of babies…

Lots of babies means lots of sex…

A happy family is a big family…”

The mantra cycled again and again as Ricky felt his attention pulled to the flickering screen. The Dalhia Happy Family logo sparkled over a slowly spinning purple and pink spiral constantly tugging at Ricky’s eyes. He found himself zoning out while intoxicating visions of passionate sex and fertile women bombarded his mind. With a flash, an image of a heavily pregnant woman took over the screen, fondling and squeezing milk out of her full breasts. Another flash dazzled his mind as he suddenly saw a pregnant woman with a bottle standing over a baby crib. She bent forward to give her baby a bottle, allowing her massive tits to spill out of the front of her blouse.

Despite himself, Ricky was sinking into the vortex of lust and the desire to breed as he absorbed the subliminal programming from the television screen. Sarah looked at her husband’s vacant, desperate face and smiled as she peeled off her evening gown, letting her full, weighty breasts hang free. She leaned forward and  shimmied her chest, motorboating her husband’s face with her large, weight tits..

“That’s a good husband,” Sarah cooed, “Feeling so relaxed in my nice titties…my big, yummy, milky titties…just keep watching the pretty screen…keep enjoying my warm boobies…just enjoy, honey…”

She reached down with her free hand, barely scratching his churning balls with her nails.

“Do you feel it, baby? Feel those balls getting full? Feel how my big, milky, mama tits just push your brains all the way down to your balls? You’re thinking with just one part of your body now, and it’s not your silly head, is it? No, it’s just your cock thinking now…” she clenched her fist around his firm shaft, squeezing mercilessly with every word. “And your cock…listens…to…me…”

Ricky tried meekly to flail his arms, buck his hips, anything he could to wriggle out of the trap he was sliding down. But it was no use. He could feel his thoughts being shaped by the droning television and his wife’s teasing voice, like his brain was nothing more than a lump of wet clay. With every horny spasm of his cock, every slap of Sarah’s breasts on his face, he found himself thinking about how much he wanted to knock up his wife.

Nothing would make him feel more manly, more powerful.

His cock was like a fountain, bursting with seed.

It was his duty, his purpose in life as a man, as a husband, to blow a huge wad straight into his wife’s hungry cunt. He wanted her belly to swell up with his baby, for her breasts to get even heavier and milkier.

The words swirled around his head echoing in Sarah’s voice…or the voice from the television…it was so hard to tell, he just wanted to get off.

Sarah slithered her way out of the rest of her dress, het buxom form on full display. She swung her meaty thigh over Ricky’s lap, letting her slick pussy lips slide up and down his length, kissing his dong, just teasing him, making him boil over with need.

She leaned forward, rotating her torso back and forth in time with her delicate hip thrusts allowing her full, round breasts to swing back and forth in front of Ricky’s face. She just stayed there, swinging her tits and teasing him with her cunt, smiling lasciviously at him as he slowly succumbed to her will.

“Listen to your cock, Ricky…” Sarah chanted to her husband as he stared captivated at her incredible rack. “Your cock wants to fuck me…you want to fuck me…you want to bend me over and rail me like there’s no tomorrow…you want to knock me up…yeaahh…fill me up!”

She started bouncing her hips on her husband, her huge tits wobbling and jiggling endlessly in front of his eyes.

“Fill me up! Fille me up! Fill me up! Fill me up!”

Her commands penetrated Ricky to his core, taking over his thoughts. With a final roar of passion, Ricky bade farewell to what was left of his higher faculties and wrapped his arms around his wife, lifting her up and throwing her onto the couch. He tore his pants off completely and bent Sarah’s legs up above her head, her slick pussy glistening between her thighs. His cock dragged him forward, plunging into his wife’s cunny.

The couple lost themselves in a mindless rut as the voice from the television continued to drone in a low, soothing cadence.

“Big families are happy families…

Happy families always buy Dahlia’s Baby products…

Happy couples are sexy couples…

Sexy couples love to have lots of sex and make big, happy families…

You want to have lots of sex, you want to subscribe to Dahlia’s Happy Family channel for more great ideas about big, happy families…”

The words flooded both of their minds as Ricky tip-toed closer and closer to the edge, feeling a huge load of hot cum ready to gush out of his balls.

“Happy family…lots of sex…happy family…” Ricky chanted.

“Mmm….lots of babies…wanna make milk…wanna make milk for lots of babies!!” Sarah cried.

Ricky came like a firehose, his seed rushing out of him as his world dissolved in a storm of euphoria. Sarah felt the white hot seed in her and screamed in pleasure, a surge of primal satisfaction overtaking her. Ricky bucked his hips again and again, squeezing out every last drop of semen. He collapsed ontop of Sarah, her breasts cushioning his chest and his penis slowly deflating inside her warm cunt.

Sarah ran her fingers tenderly through her husband’s hair, both of them drifting on the heady cloud of pleasure as Dahlia’s voice continued to wash over them.

“Happy couples are sexy couples…

Sexy couples have lots of babies…

Sexy wives fuck their husbands as much as they can…”

Sarah smiled dreamily as the words spun in her head, slowly taking the place of her own thoughts. Her cunt grew warm and wet as she listened to the sweet, soothing voice.

She carefully rolled Ricky off her slowly teasing her fingers around his wet shaft until he was hard again, already aching to spew another load.

She ringed her finger and thumb over the head of his shaft, like a little collar and gave him a small tug.

“Come on, baby! On your feet. I think I’m ready for round two in the bedroom.”

Ricky let out a low, braying growl, his eyes still closed as he followed Sarah around like a tame bull. She tugged him, leading him by his prick down the hall, her head filled with the catchy jingles of Dahlia’s Happy Family Baby Products.