“And if you’re deeply hypnotized, you will come to the stage in 3…2…1…NOW!”

SNAP!

You gaze around the other tables as several men and women rise from their seats and begin drifting to the stage, towards the cute lady hypnotist who had been showing the crowd how interesting her crystal pendant was.

You smelled her induction from a mile away, and you knew you wouldn’t be drawn into her web. Your boyfriend, Tom, wasn’t so prepared, and you laugh softly as he gets up out of his chair and joins the five other ‘volunteers’ for the hypnotist’s show on stage. You know he’s probably just playing along so he can get closer to the attractive lady in the sparkly corset and fishnets, whose watching her victims line up on stage, like a border collie corralling sheep, but you don’t care. You’re both out tonight to have fun!

The first lady to sit down is a larger, black woman with a pretty face and her hair pulled back in thin braids. She’s wearing a light blue tank top and jeans that struggle to hold in her soft curves. She sits down, her eyes focused somewhere past the back wall.

“What’s your name, honey?” The hypnotist asks from behind her ear, giving you and the rest of the audience a view of both their faces.

“Tiffany…” the woman replies.

“And have you ever been hypnotized before, Tiffany?” The hypnotist asks.

“No…I almost never go out. I get shy.”

“Hmm…” the hypnotist thinks, dramatically stroking her chin. “It’s wonderful to see you out tonight, Tiffany. But I think I’m going to have you do the work for me tonight, pretty girl.”

The hypnotist drops her crystal pendant in front of Tiffany’s face and lets it swing back and forth. Tiffany’s eyes follow it, nearly crossing.

“When I snap my fingers, Tiffany, you will feel like the most powerful, most seductive hypnotist in the world. You will do whatever you can to hypnotize my other volunteers and make them your servants. You take them deep and command them to do whatever you desire. Don’t worry!”

The hypnotist winks at the crowd. “I softened them up for you.”

You laugh along with the crowd, glancing at Tom, slightly swaying in his seat with his eyes closed and a goofy grin on his lips. This will be fun.

“Feeling powerful and confident now, Tiffany…Ready to hypnotize and dominate my volunteers in 3...2…1…and…”

SNAP!

Tiffany’s eyes blink open, suddenly twinkling with power. She looks at the rest of the volunteers and gets up, a new swagger in her wide hips.

“Alright y’all, you’re all gonna look at me now. Eyes open and focused on me. NOW!”

She snapped her fingers. You swear it echoes across the room.

The line of tranced subjects, Tom included, pick up their heads and turn their attention to Tiffany. She walks in front of them like a drill sergeant sizing up her new recruits.

“You’re looking at me now, alright? Focusing only on me, listening only to what I say. Looking closer and closer…listening to me more and more…and now…”

To the shock of the audience, you, and even the hypnotist, Tiffany yanks down her top, letting her full, incredible breasts tumble out.

“Look at my tiddies! Keep your eyes on my tiddies! Watch ‘em shake! Watch ‘em bounce! They’re gonna put you deep under my spell! Watch them now…”

Tiffany shimmied her chest, her fat tits wobbling back and forth. Each of the volunteers’ faces opened wide as they took in the stunning sight, their heads bobbing around with each bounce of her breasts. Tiffany heaves her massive jugs up and jumbles them around in front of each of their eyes. You feel a twinge of jealousy to see Tom so enraptured with the large woman’s boobs, but can’t deny her demeanor is commanding.

“Under my spell, now!” She snaps her fingers. Five heads slump forward.

“You, white boy!” She addresses Tom. “Get up, you’re in my seat.”

“Yes…” Tom says, getting up.

“You’re gonna call me Queen, got that?”

“Yes, my Queen…” Tom drones, standing to the side like a zombie. Tiffany sits down, leaning back like the plastic folding chair is an elegant throne.

“Give me a back rub, peasant!”

“Yes, my Queen.”

Tom runs behind her and begins to massage Tiffany, kneading his fingers into her fleshy shoulders.

“You two!” She points to two other guys. They raise their heads obediently as Tiffany kicks off her shoes.

“Get to work on these feet! Give them the best foot rub you’ve ever done!”

“Yes, my Queen…” the two men drone as they kneel beside her, each of them rubbing and massaging her delicate feet, spreading the balls of her toes and working her arches.

“Mmmm…that’s right. Now for you ladies,” she points to the last two volunteers, a blonde, milfy woman and a fit brunette. “Start making out with each other. Feel up each other’s asses and squeeze your tiddies. Give us a good show. I want you to act like you’re in the hottest lesbian porn you’ve ever seen!”

The ladies gasped, a flush of arousal shooting through them.

“Yes, my Queen!” They chorused and began kissing and pulling off their clothes. You stare completely dumbfounded, utterly shocked by how quickly Tiffany dominated the entire stage, working the hypnotist’s volunteers like puppets. She sits back, luxuriating in the attention of her male servants while the women grind against each other, the brunette suckling away at the blonde’s exposed breast.

“Okay! Well, I guess Tiffany’s not so shy anymore!” The hypnotist announces to the crowd, her crystal pendant in hand. The crowd chuckles, but something in the hypnotist’s voice, a note of uncertainty, makes you just a little uneasy.

“Time to drop back down now, Tiffany…watching the pretty crystal swinging—”

“Look at my tiddies!” Tiffany commands. She stands up, brushing away the men servicing her. The hypnotist’s voice dies in her throat as she gazes at Tiffany’s huge rack, jiggling with every step as the large, dark-skinned beauty walks over to her.

Tiffany says something to the hypnotist that you can’t quite hear. She swings her torso enticingly, in the same beat that the stage performer swayed her pendant only a few minutes ago. You watch the hypnotist’s eyes follow along, her mouth hanging open, stunned. Tiffany is mumbling something to the hypnotist, and then, to your shock, the smaller woman hands over her crystal pendant, her arm moving like a sleepwalker’s.

The pendant drops into Tiffany’s open hand. The larger woman smiles evilly as she closes her fingers around it. She brings the chain up and lets it drape around her neck, the shiny crystal nestled in the valley of her giant boobs.

“On your knees, peasant!”

“…yes, my Queen…” says the hypnotist as she sinks to the stage floor. Tiffany pulls open the front of her jeans, revealing lace, purple panties stretched over her cunt.

“Pleasure me, slave!”

“Yes, my Queen,” drones the hypnotist. It was the last thing she could say before burying her face into Tiffany’s crotch, her hands reaching around to caress Tiffany’s thick thighs as she nuzzled and teased her through the thin fabric. Tiffany moans deliciously and lets her head drop back in satisfaction.

You glance around the room. The rest of the audience seems just as surprised by this turn of events as you are. Some people whisper to their friends, wondering if this is part of the show or if they should start slowly making for the exits. Part of you wants to run out of the room before things get stranger, but you can’t just leave Tom.

“Everyone! Eyes up here!” Tiffany’s voice rings through the crowd.

A jolt shoots through you and your eyes dart to the big, beautiful woman like they’re on strings. She fixes you and the rest of the room with a predatory smirk and begins to trace figure eights around her tits with her long, shiny fingernails.

“Nobody can resist my power…you will all look at my tiddies…my tiddies are so big, so sexy…they make anyone who looks at them fall under my spell…you will obey me…I am your Queen…you are all my loyal subjects, completely at the mercy of my royal will…”

Her voice screws into your head, rearranging your thoughts. You helplessly follow her fingers around and around those miraculous, heavenly tits. Tits that are too powerful to argue with. The tits of your almighty Queen. Yes, you must serve your Queen. You have no choice. Your will has been robbed by her commanding tits and strong, confident voice.

“All y’all get on your knees, now!” Queen Tiffany commands. You obey.

“Yes, my Queen!” echoes the voice of everyone in the room. The volunteers still massaging and making out, the hypnotist with her face buried in Tiffany’s muff, and now the throng of audience members, including you, who are sinking down in subservience to their new Queen and ruler.

“All you peasants are gonna reach into your pockets. Take out all your cash and valuables and leave them on the table for my slaves to pick up. Then y’all gonna take off all your clothes!”

Of course. You must empty your wallet for your Queen. You helplessly drop your cash and jewelry on the table and then strip naked.

“Now bow down to me! Worship me as the Queen I am! You will chant ‘we obey Queen Tiffany. We are under the power of her big, hypnotic tiddies’ again and again until it’s all you can think of in your simple little heads. Get started, peasants!”

The words flow out of your mouth, joining the rest of the enslaved audience as you touch your head low to the ground, arms outstretched to your living idol, Queen of your mind, body, and soul.

“We obey Queen Tiffany!”

“We are under the power of her big, hypnotic tiddies!”

“We obey Queen Tiffany!

“We are under the power of her big, hypnotic tiddies!”

The chant almost becomes a song, a low droning rumble that fills up your head, erasing your thoughts, erasing your identity. You are just a peasant. A lowly servant of the most radiant, powerful Queen on the face of the earth.

The women on stage are naked, grinding their pussies together, chanting along with the throng or worshippers. Tom and the rest of the men are pampering your Queen as she sits on her throne, one hand guiding the hypnotist’s head up and down in her cunt as her crystal sits captured by the soft valley of flesh between Tiffany’s boobs. The sight fills you with joy, with adoration, and lust. You moan softly as you repeat your mantras, letting your Queen’s power completely infect your mind.

And that was how the cult of Queen Tiffany began its bid for world domination.