“Hello Trent, my name is Valarie Hess, I’m an HR consultant, and the company has brought me in to talk to you about how you’re feeling, why you’re leaving, and what they can learn from your experiences. I’m not in management, I’m not here to convince you to stay, and I’m not here to pass judgment…”

The full figured strawberry blonde brushed her long curls off her shoulder and looked over her, black, cat eye framed glasses, and smiles, “But just between you and me, I side with the employee most of the time. I’m not in management, I don’t have to pretend that the companies that hire me are doing the right thing by their employees.”

As a middle manager Trent had spent a lot of time trying to massage the company’s practices to be less overtly shitty, and had worked hard to establish meaningful personal relationships with his teams. He didn’t do it for the good of anyone else other than himself and his people, because if he looked out for them, they would look out for him. It was a process that generally worked, but like all jobs, enough had eventually become enough and it was time to go.

“Well I’m glad you’re not here to get me to stay, I put in my notice and I accepted another position, but I have no problem telling you, and them why I’m leaving. I’ve done it a few times already, I don’t think it’s going to change anything.”

She smiled, she had perfect white teeth, a round, heart shaped face that held her extra weight well and gave her disarmingly pleasant demeanor, and she laughed. “Well I have read your file, and I don’t want to convince you to stay, but I have done that in the past when I’ve seen that it’s been the best fit for a would-be departing employee. But no, you’re right, you should leave. That doesn’t mean our meeting isn’t going to change anything for you, you never know what can happen. Are you comfortable? Do you need anything? Water? Coffee?”

They were in an extra office on one of the floors the company didn’t really use anymore since their work from home pivot had become more permanent, and Trent wondered how hard it would be to take one of the nicer office chairs from this floor home with him on his way out. “No thank you, I’m fine.”

“Wonderful. I’m going to take my sweater off since it’s very pleasant in here, and I’m going to walk around the desk and stand while I talk to you, would that be okay?”

Trent thought it was odd that she’d be so specific and ask, “It’s fine, but you know, you don’t have to ask me to do any little thing. I’d rather just get this over with if it’s all the same to you.”

He was polite, but he was matter of fact, and her smile reached her sea-green eyes. “I appreciate you saying that, but it matters to me that you and I have an open, consenting conversation about your experiences, what I am offering, and what I am doing so you don’t feel ambushed or manipulated.”

With that, she took off her gray sweater, stood up, and walked around the desk to stand in front of him. She was much taller than he’d expected, was wearing a knee length black skirt, and had on  knee high, soft, black leather boots with flat soles. She was also wearing a white, short sleeved blouse, and the fact her tits were so massive it looked physically impossible for the blouse to be buttoned up more than part way up her cleavage explained a little bit about why she might have asked him about her sweater.

It had hardly felt like a fair question now, because she’d managed to hide the extent of her bosom with an open laptop while she was sitting down. Now, this tall, large, fairly heavyset woman with an imposing chest was looming over him, and he felt suddenly very small.

“Relax Trent,” she looked down her glasses at him and smiled as he involuntarily shifted in his chair, moving away from her aura that seemed to violate his personal space. “You’ve already put in your notice, I’m on your side, and you can just let go of all your work anxieties. I promise you, you can just relax and open up with me.”

The way she said relax, uttered like a magic word, like a welcoming, encouraging, and non-negotiable command, made Trent consciously think about how he was sitting, and he tried to adjust himself to get more comfortable. But as he adjusted in his chair, he felt her presence not just fill up the room, but press into him on an almost subconscious level. It wasn’t just her energy though, it was her body, and something about her body language and her posture made it seem like her truly incredible breasts were pressing firmly into his personal space as much as they were his imagination.

“So often,” she smiled down at him as he adjusted himself again, now aware of the hint of a thrill between his legs that he hoped would not grow, “there’s so much stress, and residual mental conditioning from your job that your mind can have a very hard time unpacking and letting go of old tensions and stress habits. And that can mean you end up taking those things with you to a new job. So just take a deep breath, focus on me, and let go of everything else as you let yourself relax with me.”

He word relax was said with a domineering intensity, and a casual, compassionate softness, that it made him reflexively adjust, and scan, and think about how he would be more comfortable if she wasn’t so close to him, and if she wasn’t on the verge of busting a button and having her tits fall out.

But as the tantalizing through of seeing more of those massive breasts on display entered his mind, he shifted again, automatically, due to the flush of arousal between his legs.

“I mean it,” she raised her hand as she inhaled, and her chest rose as she did, “just breathe in.” She waited for him to follow along, and feeling the pressure to go along, to comply with her really, and hopefully actually relax in this very odd and now strangely erotic situation. He took a deep breath with her, and once he did, she lowered her arm and said, “and just breathe out, and let go.” 

She was very forceful, but friendly, and there was something about her smile that made him feel like it was good to get her approval. It was as much about her looks, even though he wasn’t usually into heavy or curvy girls how could anyone not be into those tits, as it was about her energy, her presence, and the teacherly manner of her instructions. 

He wasn’t one for being bossed around either, not really, but again, how could anyone not let himself get bossed round by breasts like that. He knew it, and it was obviously something she knew about her presentation as well.

“Now breathe in your focus on me, and breathe out everything else you’re holding on to Trent. Letting go of any assumptions you have about me and this meeting, and letting go, truly and mindfully letting go, just for now, just to start, of any stress from the job you’re leaving behind.”

He took a deep breath in and out with her, and she smiled, “That’s right, let go and relax now.”

There was something so forceful, and so dominating about her presence, and her tone of voice, that even the inherent relaxation of taking a deep breath and her soft words, and the overwhelming sight of what were certainly her very soft, very warm breasts became forceful and domineering.

“Once more now, one more deep, focusing breath on me, and just,” he watched the rise and fall of her chest as he followed her breathing, “let go now and just relax. Just relax Trent, just focus on me and relax.”

He felt his body take a deep, slow breath on its own, his breathing having changed to match hers, and he let himself focus on her so fully that he didn’t notice he wasn’t noticing anything else. 

“Good, you’re relaxing even more already, and you need to relax to open up to me, so just let your eyes un-focus, let your jaw unclench, and just breathe with me again.” 

She was still looking down on him, still towering over him, and staring deep into his eyes, over her glasses and over the veritable balcony of her chest. She’d moved closer to him as she spoke, and her energy and her presence really were spilling into his person space. And more so, since he had to look up at her to make eye contact, it meant her chest was filling his lower periphery.

Her creamy, deep cleavage was just there. Her pale skin pressed together, her massive tits, so full and so soft. He did loosen his jaw, and let his shoulders drop down. He did let his eyes relax and his vision get soft, drawn to her soft, rising and falling breasts, and he adjusted again in his seat, feeling the tingle in his cock, and feeling relief that he wasn’t actually erect as he stared at her breasts, breathing, sinking into his chair, and relaxing and letting go.

Relaxing… and letting go…

He did take another deep breath, listening and relaxing, feeling even more open as his eyes closed. He did close his eyes for just a second, and he would open them again, and let them just naturally relax and stare as he said, “I am comfortable with you leading this conversation.” 

His cock twitched as he stared at her tits, had another button on her blouse come open when he’d closed his eyes for a moment? He couldn’t remember, and he couldn’t tell. There was already just so much cleavage, so much picturesque, picture perfect, perfectly soft cleavage. Why did he think that? Did she describe her breasts that way? Had this woman Valarie started talking about her breasts?

His head felt foggy and dreamy, and before he could find his way out of the fog, her clear, strong, overwhelming, and truly domineering voice washed over him again.

“It’s perfectly natural to really relax your eyes and just see what’s in front of you, not choosing, not thinking, just being open to the moment as you open your eyes again. You’re so relaxed, it feels like every word I speak is just loosening more weight, and more tension off of your mind, and off of your soul now. There’s something so heavy, so overwhelming and overpowering about some of your feelings, and needs, and desires. And sometimes you forget what your desires are until you see them in front of you, and when you open your eyes again Trent, you can truly open yourself up to what I can show you and share with you in this meeting.”

When had his eyes closed again? Was it when he’d just taken another deep, relaxing breath, so he could just be in the moment with her? Had she really said, “Close your eyes now, sinking down under the picturesque, picture perfect image of softness, and warm, welcoming relaxation and relief you see now”?

Those words clung to him like a phantom, or a shadow, trailing the soft relaxation and guidance she was giving him now as his eyes opened again. “I’m so sorry Valarie, I think I just…” 

Again he wondered if she had undone another button on her blouse, because there was just so much cleavage there, so much that was just prominently on display that it was overwhelmingly distracting, so much so that he’d lost his train of thought by accidentally staring up at her massive, domineering, picturesque, picture perfect… 

“I know you’re short timing it with work, but please Trent, be in the moment with me now. Try and stay in this moment right now, and do your best to follow me in this conversation you agreed to let me lead.” She stared down over her glasses, and her breasts, right into his eyes with such intensity that they pulled his gaze away from her tits.

“Of course, yeah, I really don’t…”

“Be. In. The. Moment.” She said the words again and his eyelids started to feel heavy as he took a deep breath, and blinked while his eyes fell back down to her breasts, staring at the huge amount of soft, pale skin on display and not her eyes. ”And follow my lead. Follow me as I lead you back into openness and relaxation Trent. Relaxed, and open to what you’re feeling, relaxed and open to what I have to share with you.”

He was trying so hard to keep his eyes open, but it was a losing battle. The more she spoke to him with that smooth, soothing, domineering voice, and the way she loomed over him, encroaching on his space both physically and psychologically with her massive breasts, the harder it was to keep his eyes open. He was smothered by her, and he couldn’t escape her presence, or her breasts.

“Just relax, and be open to what I have to show you,” he stared through fluttering eyes, his mind foggy with her warm, relaxing, dominating voice as she unbuttoned one more button on her blouse right in front of him. ”Be in the moment and follow me as I show you what I am sharing with you, and showing you what you want, need, and desire. Follow me to deeper relaxation and acceptance as I put your needs, your overpowering, overwhelming needs right in front of you.”

She had a pale, pastel, peach and white lace cupped bra on, and while he couldn’t see all of it, he saw enough to marvel at how it lifted her tremendous, massive breasts. Breasts that were so soft and so warm. “Picturesque and picture perfect, just like you said.”

He blinked, and the sleepy waves of heaviness that had made his eyes close again were gone with a start, “What did I say?”

Trent couldn’t really remember what he’d just said, or where he was, it was like waking up on a friend’s couch, only he was in an office and staring at two, massive, barely constrained breasts. “I think I zoned out…”

He was briefly aware of his cock swelling up in his pants before he just stared, rapt and open to what Valarie had to share with him, feeling so much more relief as he stopped trying to look away, barely seeing her looking down her glasses at him as he felt his jaw loosen, his shoulders slump, and his chin start to dip down just a little.

Waves of warm, relaxing sleepiness washed over him as he stared up at her breasts, his head jolting ever so slightly every time his eyes tried to close again, “Think I just, zoned out again. Don’t know what’s…”

He felt like something was wrong, like what was unfolding in front of him, Valarie unbuttoning yet another button on her blouse in front of his eyes, should be more remarked upon, and that his strange dipping in and out of onsciousness, his falling asleep maybe he… 

Trent knew he should just relax and not fight it. He should follow Valarie’s lead, and…

“When you open your eyes, if you’d like to open your eyes Trent, I’d like you to agree to just be present and open, fixated on you desires, as you focus on what I have to say, letting your own voice be quiet, as quiet as your mind, so I can talk and you can listen, and then you can talk, and agree with what I have to say. Do you agree with that as a way forward?”

She was so domineering and so forceful, but he felt so good, and so warm and quiet, just being open to what she was saying, and the relief she was offering. Plus, he couldn’t get her out of his head, or get away from her, she was so close to him, standing over him, her breasts crowding out his sense of space, her voice pushing his sense of self down under her heavy breasts, and heavy, body.

“There’s no going backwards,” saying the words, the logical, undeniable truth of his situation, came to him out of nowhere. Or had she said it earlier? Was he just agreeing with what she’d already said? Why wouldn’t he though?

How could anyone argue with her picturesque, picture perfect breasts.

“Yes, I’m glad you agree with me, that’s exactly what they are. Now why don’t you open your eyes and stare at them a little more now as you agree with me Trent?”

Had he said those words aloud? Everything was warm, and soft, and foggy.

His eyes opened again and he stared at her breasts. She was still wearing her pale, peach bra with its lace accented, massive cups, but she was otherwise topless. The curves of her stomach and her waist, the fullness of her body and the warm heaviness of her skin, not just of her huge tits, continued to push into his space, and he felt smothered by her nearness, just like he was crushed by the dominance in her voice.

“Listening to me, and following me is the only way forward for you isn’t it Trent? Look into my eyes now, look up into my eyes for just a moment, as hard as it is, do it when you agree with me.” 

He looked up at her, and she was still looking down on him, and now she was looming over him even more, making him feel even smaller as she looked down her nose at him. “I agree, following your lead is the only way forward.”

The way she stood there, the way she dominated him, he needed to please her. Trent felt the desperate need to make Valarie like him, and even though he wasn’t thinking at all, just feeling, he knew it was because of more than just her massive breasts that he once again couldn’t look away from.

“I know what you want Trent, and it’s not just my picturesque and picture perfect breasts. But you do want them. You are drawn to them, and how could you not be. As you listen, as you cooperate and follow me, I show you more of these simple, overpowering desires, and in your case, that means these breasts. These breasts that are so big, and so very beautiful, and so very powerful, just like me. The more you see how big they really are, the more beautiful and powerful they become, just like me. And you agree with this, don’t you Trent?”

“Picture perfect.” The words weren’t a choice, they were more of a sleepwalker’s response, a hazy, fuzzy, reflex to a question. He blinked again, and the fog parted as he followed the sound of his own voice.

“What did I just say?” The clarity came and went, first as a sharp, self-aware thought and question, then as his eyes focused and he realized he was staring at two massive tits in a beautiful bra, suddenly aware of how ragingly hard he was. 

As the reality of his massive erection reached his mind, he fell back into the hazy dreamy world of just wanting to please her and maker her like him. Everything about Valarie washed over him, surrounding him in her essence, burying him under her breasts and the strength of her demeanor.

He felt small and weak staring up at her, and it felt right. He couldn’t really move his body, but he felt like he was shrinking in his chair as he stared up at her breasts.

“You just agreed, and followed, and did your part. Now listen to me Trent, let me explain to you why you were so unhappy working here. You think your nature is to be independent and to lead, but really, you’re happiest when you follow. You feel good when you can lose yourself in something bigger, and part of your submersion of your self is doing your best. You have leadership skills, yes, and you do lead, but you only lead best when you have someone to follow. And when you can’t just submit and lose yourself, you get so unhappy. This place failed you, and it made you angry, and insecure, because deep down inside, you want to be small. You want to be small, because you thrive in the submission of just doing your part in something that takes care of you, and that’s because, on the inside you know that ultimately you’re just tiny, and insignificant aren’t you?”

Valarie’s tits were so big and her words were so strong, and she was so close to him, looking down on him, towering over him. ‘Small.”

The word came and went, and he thought he was asking a question, but clearly he was also just agreeing.

“Yes, see, I understand you. Now look at my big, powerful tits and feel how small and weak they make you feel. Just feel yourself shrinking down, down, down, to your insignificant, insecure, and submissive size. Feel yourself shrinking down, losing your false confidence, losing your outside self, just shrinking down, down down, so small compared to my tits, so tiny and simple, and small and dumb, compared to me.”

Trent was so hard, and so pent up that his balls were starting to hurt, and as Valarie towered over him, as he couldn’t look past her massive tits that were crushing him, her domineering voice was dissecting him, cutting him down to his deepest, most protected and hidden self. It was small, he was small, small and insignificant, and hearing her say it out loud was like a nightmare less than a dream, but her massive tits were a dream come true, and she was so understanding about stripping him down and dissecting him that he felt warm, and wonderful and safe, like being lost between her breasts would feel.

He was too small to argue, and too small to resist her overwhelming size and natural dominance. He was too insignificant to stand in the way of everything she was saying and doing. He was so small he just disappeared between her breasts, and was completely smothered by them. 

Was he thinking that, or was Valarie telling him that’s where she would keep him. “Your breasts are so big and powerful, and I’m so small and weak.”

He had found an awareness of himself every time he spoke, but every time he spoke now, he just agreed with her, and that made more of him disappear between her tits where he belonged. Or did he just say where I belong?

“You’re too small and insignificant to be happy thinking for yourself, and everywhere you go, you’ll lie to them and to yourself to try and be happy. But until you can lose yourself completely, until you can be swallowed whole by someone who knows how insignificant you are, you’ll always be lost. But I see how small you are, and I see what you need, don’t I? And doesn’t it feel so good to finally be seen? Doesn’t it feel good, even through it’s very scary to admit you’re only at your best when you’re an insignificant, submissive follower?”

Something was happening, something powerful, and hot, and sticky, and dreamy was happening and…”What? What just happened?”

He was staring up at her massive, naked breasts, and she was a hundred feet tall, and his pants were full of his cum.    

“Your cock works for me, you work for me, you tiny little thing. Wherever you go,” she put her hands on the chair behind his head and shoved her tits in his face, her naked tits, “you’ll be working for me. Telling me who you work with that’s like you, telling me who on your team is the same, small, insignificant follower that just needs to be led, and who isn’t happy where they are. You’ll tell me everything, you’ll do anything for me, including sabotaging other people’s careers, and sacrificing your own, because you’re my tiny little thing, and you’re truly insignificant without me.”

He stared up at her tits and everything she said was true. He was getting smaller and smaller, more and more insignificant, just like he’d always felt on the inside, just like he’d always felt like all his work and effort had always been. 

Had he cum in his pants when she took her bra off?

“It doesn’t matter when it happened, it’s just proof that you’re too weak and small to resist my huge, powerful tits, and the control I have over you now. No one else sees you for what you really are, not even you see yourself that way most of the time, but this is who and what you are.”

He wanted to suck on her nipples, or to try and reach up and fondle her breasts, but they were too massive for him, too huge, and he was too small. He couldn’t move, he knew he couldn’t reach them, all he could do was listen and stare.

“That’s right, all you can do is listen and stare. You’re so small, so weak, too and too dumb to see the truth most days. That’s why you’ve always been a miserable quitter who can’t see anything through. But you’re mine now, you’re my tine little thing, and that big cock of yours works for me. It works for me because it can’t resist my massive tits, because even your big brain is tiny and helpless, so that little cock brain of yours, in that big cock that gets so hard for me and my dominating tits, is just nothing compared to me, isn’t it?”

Her tits were burying him, and psychically he was right between then instead of just having them pushed up against his face. If he answered, he didn’t know what he said this time. His voice was too small to be heard, and his words didn’t matter anymore. She leaned in as close as she could, and started to whisper.

“But you can’t quit me, you can’t leave me, you’re mine. I own you now, you’re a little collectable that I’ve picked up. I knew everything there was to know about you when I saw your company file, and as soon as I saw you sitting in that chair, pretending to be confident, but shrinking down as I walked around the desk, I knew the rest of your secrets.” 

Her tits were pressed up against his face and he was so small, and so weak, and they were so warm, and so big. 

“But that cock exploding without a touch, if you could be embarrassed you would be, but that’s just proof that I am what you need to be happy. No one else could do that to you. No other tits in the world could make that cock erupt with all that hot cum, and such a big load for such a little man too, just mine.”

He moaned, but only he could have heard it, and there was something new in the intoxicating combination of the way she flattered his cock while describing how small and weak he was. The blood was pumping, his refractory period was next to nothing now.

“And unlike other people, people who aren’t insignificant little things, your happiness comes from being owned and used. That’s why you’ve never been happy before, and that’s why a huge pair of tits have never made you cum in your pants before, has it? I know you’re too dumb to think right now, but subconsciously you know what I’m saying is true, and so does that cock.”

She was stripping more and more meat off the psychic bone, ripping away more and more layers of his outer shell and outer self, and it didn’t matter, because her tits and her dominance just grew and grew, and as hey did, so did his cock. He was feeling the ache in his balls again, feeling the press of his growing erection against the mess in his underwear, and his own tiny voice couldn’t be heard over her dominating, soft, whispers. 

“Get up, and get naked, then lie down on the carpet, flat on your back,” she whispered those words the same way someone would whisper “I love you, goodnight” to a lover, and as she stood up to her full height again, moving her tits from his face, she was titanic, and he was nothing. He had no choice and did what she said. 

His cock shot straight up, full and hard as she straddled him, and stood over him. Her full, round body, her heavy, curvy figure, and her massive breasts exerted a gravity over him as she stood there, and it pressed his body flat while it pulled his cock up and up. Valarie hiked her skirt up, pulled her peach colored, matching panties to the side, and he disappeared inside her.

He was still looking up at her tits as they softly bounced, while she still looked down on him over her glasses, and over the same tits, but his while body felt like he was inside her. He hallucinated her incredibly warm, slick pussy pulling him in from head to toe, while she rode his achingly full and hard cock.

Trent had never been this aroused, or this hard before in his life.

It was slow, and she was quiet, quietly repeating long steams of warm, soft, soapy wet words that washed over his brain. He didn’t know, and couldn’t hear, because his mind was deep inside her pussy, even while his eyes stayed transfixed by her breasts that were bouncing so softly with every warm, stimulating wave of pleasure her pussy gave his entire body.

His eyes closed and he was inside her, completely inside her. Small, and insignificant, but special because she wanted him, saw him, knew him, and chose him. He was nothing, and had always been nothing, nothing without her, and that was why he was miserable at work, in love, and a failure at both. But now he was just a part of her, a cog in her machine, and when he came inside her, he would stay inside her forever.

Trent didn’t know that those were her words.

He didn’t know that she had delicately, and gently hypnotized him, using her breasts, and her position standing above him, to tire his eyes, just like a hypnotist swinging a pocket watch, while telling him to relax, and guiding his breathing.

He did know, on some level because she told him, that she had seen his file, and that she did know him, and knew how to read him, but he didn’t know that she had been brought in to meet with him because one of her other drones, someone she’d kept in the company, docile and dedicated to look for new talent, told her about him.

Trent didn’t know that he was a remarkably receptive subject either, and that he had fallen faster than she’d planned or expected. He didn’t know that she’d been using her tits to hypnotize people, even people that weren’t into larger or heavier women like her, since before she knew what hypnosis was, and what it could and couldn’t do. 

And of course, Trent didn’t know what had happened to him in any way, because why would he ever have thought that the heavyset, buxom HR consultant was a master hypnotist who was weaving a web of enthralled and brainwashed subordinates to support her both directly and indirectly.

Now, the only things he would know would be the things she told him were true. His eyes opened again, and he disassociated even more. As he breathed in the air, he inhaled her scent and knew it was both all he was breathing in because his whole body was, psychically at least, a cock inside her, and that it was just the scent of her methodical fucking.

His eyes watched her bouncing, heaving breasts as she kept her pace slow and controlled, and the more he watched her tits, the heavier his eyes became. He felt his mouth moving, stumbling to keep repeating the things she was saying to him over and over again as his eyes closed. In the darkness he was gone, unaware of anything, just tasting her wetness and feeling like every inch of himself was making her moan, because he was just a little thing for her to use and play with now.

“Look at them Trent,” the domineering, overpowering voice pulled him up into the light. “Look at them, and repeat after me, I am weak and small, and Valarie is huge and powerful.”

The words came as he did, hard, and fast, and agonizingly ecstatic. Closed his eyes again and shuddered the last of his orgasm, and his identity into her, and she pushed down with her hips, pinning him, then pressing her entire body down on his, smothering him completely before sliding off his cock to put her nipple in his mouth.

“That’s it, so tiny and weak, so insignificant, and dumb. That’s it, You’re all mine, and you’re nothing without me now. And you’ll do whatever it takes to keep my happy and satisfied in every way. That’s why you’re going to tell me all about your new company, and all about the people that work there. But first, you need to tell me about the people on your old team, the people that work here with you. You were a good leader before you realized this place failed you, and you cared about your team, and you wanted them to be happy. Tell me all about the weak ones, so I can make them happy, just like I’m making you so happy now.”

Trent didn’t know this was only the beginning of his brainwashing, and he didn’t know how hard he would try and fight it in the days to come. He didn’t know, because the harder he fought, the more fully Valerie used her hypnotic tits to smother the memories and crowd them out of his head with their sheer size.

It took time and consistency to fully brainwash someone, and while sex and hypnosis, and hypnotic sex were powerful tools, just like her huge tits, Valarie’s greatest weapon was the truth. The truth was, most people wanted to be led, to some degree, and even the ones who didn’t were all secretly afraid that they did. At least that was the case in the circles of people she preyed on.