“That’s good baby…your brains are in my tits, just watching as I squeeze and jumble them around…letting me bounce away your thoughts, trapped in my glorious, giant boobs…”

Maura stifled a giggle as she watched Max, her online hypnotic subject, nearly ten years younger, gape at his screen, his jaw slack and his eyes glassy. She hefted and groped her huge, milf boobs at her webcam, treating the younger, fit man to a smorgasbord of luscious tit flesh.

“Good boy…so helpless for me…brains soft and pliant, just like my soft, heavy, squeezable tits. So soft and heavy for me…letting my hands tease and mold you.”

She circled puffy nipples in opposite circles, slowly and sensually. She watched Max on her computer try to keep up, his eyes crossing and his lids starting to droop. He looked like a drugged-up junkie getting high off her spectacular rack.

Maura genuinely enjoyed getting her partners tranced out and dopey with her fantastic assets. It did wonders for her self-image, even if she had to put up with a lot of rude, jerkface guys (and a few abusive women) harassing her. There were also the dicks that played with her just to jerk themselves off and then dropped the call like she was nothing more than a living piece of porn.

Max was different. Well, okay, not THAT different. He obviously had a huge tit fetish (in both senses of the phrase), but at least he also saw out their sessions to the end and treated her like the busty, hypnotic goddess she was meant to be.

She was always happy to make time for her loyal, obedient subs.

“Watching me heft up my boobs…Watching me lift them up…pulling up your mind with my nipples…until…I just…let…them…DROP!”

She let go of her nipples, allowing her E-cups to tumble down, slapping against her chest.

Max’s head jerked up, like someone had just shot him with a blowdart, before his eyes fluttered shut as his mind similarly tumbled into trance, his head slumping forward.

“Good baby…deep in trance now…listening to Mistress Maura. Who do you obey, sweetie?”

“…Mistress Maura…” came his soft reply.

Maura squeezed her thighs together, resisting the urge to rub her slit at the sight of Max surrendering to her titty spell.

“And when Mistress Maura commands, you…?” she let the question hang.

“…obey.” He finished.

“That’s right, sweetie. I think it’s time we lose that shirt. Let me see your chest, honey.”

Max pulled off his t-shirt, revealing sculpted muscles and jutting pecs.

“Mmm, that’s good. Flex for me, sweetie!”

Maura purred to herself to see her bodybuilder boytoy showing off his body like he was on the cover of Fitness Magazine. She felt herself get wet the more she watched those bulging pectorals ripple just for her.

“Good boy! Sit down now…deep in trance…listening to my voice, brain trapped by my tits.”

Max immediately obeyed, his head floating like a balloon as he thought about his mind squeezed inside her magnificent breasts.

She had him under and shirtless. Now it was time for the main event. Under her hypnotic influence, Max had confessed his fascination for having a huge set of titties of his own, something that Maura thought would be positively adorable to try on him. She had planned out her induction for weeks and was now finally ready to give him the big, pillowy rack he’d always dreamed of.

“Start playing with your nipples for me now, boytoy,” she commanded. “Really tease those nipples and feel that lovely tingle go through that beautiful chest of yours.”

Max’s fingers reached up, tugging and pinching at his small, pink nipples. Maura ran her tongue over her lips.

“Good. Feel the tingle begin to swell in your chest. Feel it filling you up, stretching out in front of you. The more you play with your nipples, the more you feel them get larger, heavier…larger and larger…heavier and heavier…say that for me now.”

“mmmm…larger and…larger…heavier and …heavier…” Max repeated.

“Larger and heavier…heavier and larger…” Maura droned, her eyes fixed on his sexy chest as she watched him tease himself. His pecs seemed to flex and push out farther under her suggestions. She found herself smiling absently at the sexy sight before reminding herself to get on with the trance.

“Mmm…you can feel your hard, sexy pecs beginning to grow and soften. All their strength is melting down into soft, feminine flesh. They’re filling up more and more…getting softer and softer…rounder and fuller…”

“Softer and softer…rounder and fuller…”

“Yes, Max…softer and softer…rounder and fuller…softer and softer…” With a flash of embarrassment, Maura realized that she was tracing circles around her own nipples, her breasts feeling like they were floating away from her body.

“You want to feel breasts on your body, Max…” she continued to lead him. “You want to grow giant, wobbly, massive tits…you can feel them begin to swell…you want…”

Maura blinked her eyes, her brain starting to feel just a little high on lust and power. Her fingers kept circling around and around her nipples.

“You want MY breasts, Max!” She said, riding a wave of inspiration. This wasn’t in her original script but fuck it! Hot was hot!

“You want to feel my gigantic, hypnotic titties swinging and bouncing on your chest…just imagine my boobs growing bigger and bigger under your fingers now…”

Max’s body responded, his face screwing up in a mask of arousal as his chest dipped down just a little bit. Maura’s eyes were glued to his strong pecs heaving with every breath.

They were even bouncing a little.

“Yes…my boobs are on your chest…your chest is getting heavier and heavier…fuller and fuller…my boobs…on your chest…”

Max moaned like he was in heat, his body bucking under the hallucinatory weight dragging down his torso. He let his body sink back into his chair, his arms hanging off the sides as if they were maneuvering around two giant breasts.

“No more rippling pecs…” Maura sing-songed, her head floating along with the rhythm of her voice, “just my giant tits. My huge, milfy jugs taking the place of your pecs…so big…so bouncy…so sensitive…breasts that are filled with milk…No more big, strong pecs…”

Maura tweaked her nipples harder, feeling her arousal shoot through the roof, distracting her. She was mumbling through her script on autopilot, feeling the incredible weight of her heavy boobs begin to lighten, begin to fill up on Max…

“Pecs are…all goooonnnee…Just Maura’s biiiiiggg booooobsss…so sexy…sooooo hot…feeling so, sooo goooood…”

Maura felt her head wobble on her shoulders and her vision blur. She was enjoying this way too much, but damn it, it was just too hot! In any case, if she accidentally dropped herself, she knew Max would take it in stride. He was so cute that way.

“Deeep deeeeeep down…body changing…feeling the heavy boobs pulling down your mind…completely open to…suggestion…your mind fully accepting…everything that I tell it…”

Maura’s eyes were closed, her fingers pinching and scratching her nipples, sending wonderful waves of pleasure straight down to her clit.

“When I…count from 3 to 1…you’ll…wake up. Completely believing that your body has changed…completely accepting…all my suggestions…unable to resist…my wonderful hypnotic boobs on your body…waking up…coming back up in 3…2…1!

Something clicked inside of Maura, and she jerked her head up, just slightly panicked, like she had accidentally fallen asleep at an office meeting.

“Holy SHIT!”

Max’s voice sounded from her computer speakers. Maura looked at the screen and her hands flew to her mouth in shock. There was Max sitting in his apartment with the biggest, juiciest rack on his chest that she had ever seen! He was gaping down at his colossal tits, picking them up in his hands and letting them drop back down, gasping slightly at the new, vaguely painful sensation.

“I can’t believe it! Holy crap! This feels incredible!” He exclaimed, his masculine hands hardly enough to contain the mountains of flesh.

The fact that Max believed that he had massive tits, her massive tits to be precise, didn’t phase Maura so much. What shocked her was that she could see them too, plain as day, bouncing up and down in his hands. She had expected to watch her boytoy fondle handfuls of air, giggling stupidly as his mind filled in the blanks, but now she was convinced she had actually, magically transplanted her tits via hypnosis.

“Oh my god, babe!” She exclaimed. “Are those real?”

Max looked at her like a confused puppy.

“Well, yeah! You told me they were natural.”

“No. I mean, yes, they are! But…you actually have tits!”

Max grinned from ear to ear. “I know! Aren’t they just fantastic!”

Maura had to admit that her boobs did look pretty damn good from a distance, if slightly out of place on Max’s wider frame. He took his time squeezing them together and letting them flop down, his fingers brushing and dancing over the much larger, very erect nipples.

“Oh god! I can’t believe this! You must just get off day in and day out with huge sensitive nipples like these!”

“Hmph!” Maura chuckled. “Give it a week and see how your back enjoys carrying around all that extra weight.”

“Ho-ly Crap! Mistress…look down.”

Max stared at his screen, his eyes wide in shock. She followed his gaze and glanced down at her chest. She looked up, and then shot her eyes back down again.

She was flat! Completely flat-chested like she hadn’t been since before puberty.

Well, maybe completely flat was an overstatement. Instead of her full pair of breasts, two strong, broad pectoral muscles sat on her chest, bulging with power. She reached up her hand, feeling the soft flesh over a layer of rock.

“The fuck?! These are your pecs!” She screamed.

“They…they definitely look like mine,” Max said, peering closer at the screen.

“They can’t be real!” Maura all but whispered.

“No, they’re real! I swear! I’ve been doing a lot of upper body work at the gym this year.”

Maura shot him an annoyed glance.

“That’s not what I meant! I meant…well you just can’t switch someone’s chest with someone else…it’s…it’s…”

“All in our heads?” Max suggested. “I mean, you did warn me that’s all hypnosis was. Just your head playing tricks with you. You didn’t drop under, too, did you?”

Maura just stammered back at him, her mouth opening and closing without sound. Her hands continued to explore the rippling, cut lines of her new chest.

Max tilted his head at her. “You did, didn’t you?!”

“Well…alright, maybe a little! It happens sometimes when you’ve been hypnotizing people for a while.”

“Are you upset?” Max asked, sincerely.

“Well…” Maura gazed down at her lover’s manly pecs on her body. Her body lightly traced the firm muscles and she felt the light scratch of her fingernails. She let her hand lie flat against the hollow in the center of her chest that used to be a plunging valley of womanly cleavage. It felt exactly as if she was running her hands over Max’s buff chest and feeling the sensation of her own hands at the same time.

“Well, no. I wouldn’t say upset…just surprised.”

“My feelings exactly!” Max said, turning his attention back to his full, bouncy tits. “Oh man, do you think I could get one of these in my mouth?”

“Oh yeah, I do that all the time!” Maura said. “Oh my god, look what I can do!”

Maura flexed and tightened a small knot of muscles just above her armpit and giggled as her entire left pec jumped and twitched. She tightened the muscles on the right, smiling as she watched her pecs dance back and forth.

“Pretty neat, huh?”

Max wasn’t listening. He had managed to get one of his (her?) puffy nipples all the way up to his mouth and was now suckling away on his own tit. His wet smacks and the suction of his lips filled Maura with a sympathetic sensation of being milked.

Maura smiled and let her voice drop low. She still had a job to do, after all.

“You like sucking your own huge breasts, don’t you Max?” she teased.

Max mumbled a yes around the fleshy tit.

“It makes you feel soft, sleepy…so sweet and cared for…but that’s not all, is it Max? Your tits loved getting sucked, don’t they? Say that for me, Max.”

“I love having my tits sucked…” He mumbled, letting his mouth pop off his nipple for a minute.

“It feels so sexy and tingly. Your nipples are so sensitive. It’s like a hotline straight down to your cock. The more you suck, the more turned on you get. Say it!”

“The more I suck, the more turned on I get…”

“You need to suck. It makes you hard. Sucking your nipple makes you hard and hypnotized, Max. You need to keep sucking because it feels sooo gooood…”

Max grunted and worked the other nipple, slobbering over his own tits like a horny teenager. Maura smiled as she saw Max’s shorts begin to grow tight over his crotch.

“Unzip yourself for me, boytoy. Show me how hard you are!”

Without loosening his mouth from his boobs, Max reached down, undid his fly, and let his beautiful erection spring free. He didn’t even bother playing with it, his hands too enthralled by the new, seductive weights hanging off his chest.

Maura watched, enraptured by Max’s display, and suddenly became aware of her fingers already stuffed down her panties and drawing small circles over her moist clit. She smiled dreamily as her other hand groped the powerful muscles on her chest. She flexed and giggled, feeling her pecs move and turn rock hard at her command. Her nipples were still sensitive, but in a much more ticklish, vulnerable way. Part of her wanted to grunt and moan as she flexed her chest, feeling a delicious, raw ache swim through her upper body.

“You feel sexy, don’t you Max?” She prompted.

“Mmmm! I feel sexy!”

“It feels so wonderful to play with your breasts.”

“Yes! YES! I love playing with my breasts!” Max babbled, on the point of horny delirium. Maura was quickly teetering toward the edge herself.

“You want to cum with me, don’t you? You want to fall over the edge and let your amazing, magical boobs push you into the best orgasm of your life, don’t you?”

“YeahYeahYeahYeahYeah!!” Max was shaking his tits wildly, his face a cross between ecstasy and agony, his cock turning purple, straining straight out from his legs.

Maura could feel the tits slapping against his chest while her pussy began to overflow. Her hand worked itself faster and faster against her clit, her pecs pulsing in anticipation.

“3…2…1…cum! Cum with me, Max! Let it all out and just cum, cum, cum!!”

The two of them erupted in shouts of joy and pleasure, their bodies melded as tightly together as their minds, as waves of blinding white heat shot through them. Maura started gushing, her female ejaculate spurting out on the carpet below her chair while Max managed to work himself to a hands-free orgasm, his cock shooting his load into the air and onto the leg of his shorts.

The earth-shattering orgasm finally subsided, washed away with a tide of dopamine and oxytocin. Maura drifted along, like a leaf floating down a warm current, until she finally bumped against the shoreline and blinked her eyes back open.

Max was still lost in his post-climax haze, slumped back in his chair, his cock deflated and his huge tits flopped on either side of his chest. Maura glanced down at her chest, mildly surprised to still see Max’s strong pecs grafted to her body.

Evidently, they were both under the effects of her trance. Maura bit her bottom lip, wracking her brain. How exactly was she supposed to undo this mess when she wasn’t even sure how she had gotten into it?

A flash of inspiration struck her, and she straightened her back.

“Max, can you hear me?”

“mmm…yes,” came his soft reply.

“Good. Listen to my voice, Max. Listen to Mistress Maura. I need you to stay deep in trance, deep in my power, feeling my wonderful, heavy boobs on your body. Start to play with them for me, Max. Start to move them around in circles. Give me a good show, baby…”

Max sighed deeply as he complied with her instructions, his strong hands lifting and juggling his giant tits around in slow circles. Maura let herself gaze at her own rack staring back at her from Max’s body. No wonder he always dropped so easy for her when she took off her bra.

“Good, Max…moving your tits in nice, sexy circles now. Feel their weight drag down your mind…brains in my boobies now…letting all your thoughts just drain into my big…wonderful…heavy..breeaastssss…”

Maura’s eyes circled around with her nipples, and she smiled slightly as she felt her body become heavy and lethargic, responding to her own voice. Judging by how Max’s head lolled over his shoulders, he was experiencing the same sleepy descent into deep trance.

“My boobs make you so heavy and…sleeeepy…” she continued. “Just keep feeling them going around…and around…so soft and bouncy in your hands…such a soothing weight…”

Max continued to juggle the boobs on his chest as Maura let her gaze get glassy and unfocused, the large nipples magnetizing her eyes as surely as the most mesmerizing spiral ever could. She suddenly understood the mindless stares of everyone who had ever had the fortune of ogling her incredible rack.

She listened to her voice drone on, as if someone else was speaking.

“You love feeling my breasts in your hands…on your chest…but they aren’t yours, Max…it’s time to give them back now…you feel them getting lighter and lighter…floating away from your body…taking your mind with them…impossible to resist their pull…they command your attention…they dominate your will…unable to disobey the slightest whim from my beautiful, spectacular tits…letting them drift away…taking your mind…falling deeper and….deeeeeper….”

Maura swayed drunkenly in her chair, ready to let herself drop into blissful oblivion with her subject. So close now.

“When I count to three…and snap my fingers…you will drop once more deep down into trance…feeling your body…change back to your natural form…my breastssss…back on my body….your pecsssss…coming back to your chest…waking up slowly…on your own time…feeling so gooood…soooo relaxed, energiiized…and haaaaappy…in 3…2…and…1!”

SNAP!

Maura heard her fingers click together and her head immediately dropped forward. Hours, days, weeks could have gone by before she felt her eyes begin to open. She inhaled deeply through her nose and felt the reassuring weight of her huge tits back where they belonged, pulling down on her chest, her cleavage slick with a small trickle of drool.

She raised her head, glancing at her computer clock. She couldn’t have been out for more than a few minutes. It felt like she had just had the best night’s sleep ever. Looking at her computer monitor, she saw Max slowly blinking himself out of trance, his chest once more a stunning display of raw pectoral muscle.

“Whew!” she sighed. “Well, that was a trip, wasn’t it?”

Max slowly shook his head, looking both drowsy and energized at once. “Oh my god, yes! That was out of this world! How did you do that?”

Maura shrugged, at a loss for an answer.

“A magician never reveals her secrets,” she laughed.

“Well, you’re one hell of a magician. That was the most real hypnotic experience I ever had!”

“Same!...Y’know, it’s giving me some interesting ideas for the future…”

Maura let her eyes drift down to Max’s flaccid cock, still rather girthy and impressive even in its softened state. She felt a curious stirring between her legs.

Max looked down as well, suddenly aware of that his cock was hanging out.

“Oh, shit! I think I better clean up before my roommate gets back,” he said, oblivious to Maura’s predatory stare.

“Oh, yeah! you better go do that! My husband will be getting home from work, too. He’s okay that I play around, but it’d still be a little awkward if he caught me in the act.”

“No, absolutely. I get it,” Max chuckled. “Well, thank you! That was…well, something special.”

“We’ll have to do it again sometime, yeah?”

“Oh yes! Yes, please. Okay, you take care of yourself beautiful!”

“You, too, darling! Buh-bye!”

Maura closed down the chat, stretching herself lazily and reveling in having her fantastic mammaries back where they belonged. She wondered what would have happened if the two of them had been interrupted.

Would they have snapped out of trance, back in their own bodies?

Would they have continued to stay convinced of their alterations, insisting to her husband that her breasts had magically been replaced by jutting pecs?

Or…no, impossible. There was no way her husband would have seen her as having a man’s chest while the man on her screen groped her giant tits just under his chin.

So why was she worried about it?

Maura picked herself up and stumbled into the shower, the lingering effects of her self-induced trance still dragging on her body. She ran the warm water and took her time soaping down, reveling in her wonderful curves, even as she daydreamed about Max’s toned body. A body she felt she knew far more intimately now than she had before.

A few minutes later, her husband came home, throwing off his jacket and calling out for his wife, wondering why she didn’t answer. He cautiously crept down the hall and stared dumbfounded, and somewhat aroused, as he watched his wife groping her naked boobs in front of the bathroom mirror, her eyes glazed as she helplessly watched her nipples circle around and around…and around.