MILF: Mammary Induced Lost Freedom

“I’m sorry,” Jake cocked his head and looked at his Aunt-In-Law with his eyebrows raised, “what?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but when I was your age, and well… until pretty recently I guess, I used to use hypnosis to manipulate people into, well, just about anything.” Gloria was at least in her late 40s, maybe just 50, and she was still a vivacious and charismatic woman. Her extra weight gave her a full, welcoming and warm figure, and an even fuller chest. The hints of gray in her jet black straight hair gave her a maturity that stood in contrast to her vibrant, bright blue eyes that sparkled with a conspiratorial and youthful energy.

Her explanation, or her reiteration really, didn’t make any more sense the second time. “I’m sorry, but again, what?”

His wife’s family was very different than his. They were bohemians, oddballs, artists, and his wife was the rebel in the family by being the normal one. Blonde, pert, preppy, his wife barely looked like her mother, and aside from the same eyes, didn’t look like her aunt at all.

“When I was younger, floating around in and out of community college and random jobs, I worked as a magician’s assistant for this wonderful woman, The Amazing Tamara, and she had a hypnosis part of her act. The thing was, the tricks she did with it worked better if the assistant actually did the hypnotizing. So, she taught me how to do stage hypnosis, and that led me down the hypnosis rabbit hole. I was fascinated with it, got a few different certifications and styles, and I found myself using hypnosis, like some women use their charms… well I used my charms too. But anyhow, I spent twenty years and change covertly, and sometimes overtly, putting people into trance to get my way and take care of me.”

As Gloria spoke, and drank her red wine, her bright blue eyes sparkled, and she smiled at the absurdity of what she was saying.

“But that’s not,” Jake laughed and drank his wine too. Gloria had come to visit out of nowhere after missing their wedding, but her timing wasn’t great. Jake’s wife was on a night rotation at the hospital, so it left him alone with his new Aunt-In-Law. “That’s not, I mean, technically speaking, that’s not really how hypnosis works, is it?”

As a psychology minor he was fairly certain it wasn’t the hypnosis that had allowed this woman to, admittedly what it sounded like, be some kind of sugar baby, or con artists, or, he didn’t know what. It wasn’t a judgment call, Gloria was his wife’s favorite family member, and she was a charmer, but…

“Well it’s six of one, half a dozen of the other. It’s not all hypnosis, but in a broad sense, what we think about as hypnosis, it’s just one bucket we put parts of the whole trance experience and the power of suggestion in. And what I learned early on was that I could hypnotize anyone really, but I had to use hypnosis to explore and find out what I could use hypnosis to make them do for me. A light trance, where someone is still very suggestible, doesn’t always register with a subject, at least no more than a really good personal conversation. And…”

Gloria put her wine down and then theatrically hoisted her melon-sized breasts, which were covered by a high necked, thin, black knit sweater, “I have these, and these did a lot of work for me too. But I got very good at it, and my favorite thing became the moment when I knew I had someone in trance. You have to, and I mean have to, be careful with suggestions, but if you can hook someone with an induction, it’s that moment when I felt like I could lure them in, when they were starting to go blank as they stared into my eyes or down at my boobs that was my favorite part.”

She picked up her wine again, drained her glass, and smiled at Jake, “Well, that and the money.”

Jake sipped his wine, “You know, your sister did describe you as a bit of a con artist.”

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes, “of course she did. I don’t know how I could be the black sheep or this family, but somehow… Anyhow, I hate to say my sister’s ever right, but sometimes she is. But I’m not a con-artist,” she made air quotes, “con artist, I was a hypnotist. It wasn’t my fault everyone I hypnotized really wanted to be hypnotized and…”

Jake poured more wine into her glass for her, “Controlled?”

“Thank you,” she picked up her glass. “But no, it wasn’t control, control makes it sound like they were zombies or sleeper agents, no it was influence and suggestion. I used hypnosis, and all of my powers of suggestion and influence to…make my hypnosis more effective, and more effectively influence people. It was a behavior cycle, not turning men… and a few women… into puppets.”

The wine was settling in, and Gloria’s energy was contagious. “I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you can just randomly hypnotize people without them knowing, or just decide you’re going to sneakily put them in trance. It’s a process, it’s a…”

Gloria held up her hand to stop him, then took another drink, “I know what you’re saying, but hypnosis is, well, it’s a lot of things, like I was saying earlier.”

Jake took another drink himself; he was now fascinated by this absolutely absurd conversation.

“But no, if you think it was like an undercover hypnotherapy or stage induction, that’s not it.” He saw her eyes sparkle with a little more mischief as she continued. “Okay, maybe it’s a little that, but no, it’s much more subtle than that. Also, people just naturally get hypnotized. Trance is just a name for something we naturally do, and hypnosis is just one way to put people in that state. Like you Jake, I could put you into a trance right now, even though you’d know it was coming, and even if you tried not to do it. I don’t want to brag but, but I’m good enough to do that.”

“No, I know psychology, I know you can’t hypnotize someone if they don’t want to be hypnotized.” He could imagine her pulling out a pocket watch or a crystal to go along with her kind of low-key witch vibe.

“Yes, you’re right,” her blue eyes stood out against her soft, pale face. “You have to want to be hypnotized. Even if you don’t realize it’s happening you still have to want it, or go along with it, so any time you get hypnotized, even if you don’t know it when it’s happening, it’s because you want it to happen. Sometimes that just happens, because being hypnotized feels really good, especially when someone you’re attracted to hypnotizes you. Sometimes it happens because you can get wrapped up in the hypnotist’s tricks and get lost in their words.”

“So if I didn’t want you to hypnotize me, no matter what you did, as long as I just thought I didn’t want to be hypnotized?” He drank his wine, “That seems like the opposite of what you were saying.”

“Oh Jake, honey, not at all. I’m sure I’d have you in a trance in no time. If I tried, I could have you hooked no matter what you thought you were thinking. But unless you want to do direct hypnosis, and I think you’re just very curious about being hypnotized in general aren’t you, if I hypnotized you the way I used to trance most of my subjects, I wouldn’t do it like that.”

“Well,” he finished his glass, and looked over the table at her as he poured the last of the bottle into his glass, “how would you do it?”

“Jake-y, you’re married to my niece, I’d do it, and it would work even though you’re married and I’m about twice your age. The way I would do it would work so well that even though all that is true, you’d still be hypnotized, no matter what.”

“Now you have to tell me,” he laughed and she laughed with him and smiled back.

“I told you earlier, I have some assets that did a lot of work for me, and I always knew who they would work on, so they never failed and everyone I used them on always fell into trance for me. If I didn’t think they’d work, I wouldn’t use them, but since I’m an expert hypnotist and know exactly what I’m doing, my girls had a one hundred percent hypnosis success rate.”

Jake chuckled, he had to admit that the women did have what looked to be very nice, a very large breasts, but there was no way his wife’s aunt’s tits would put him in a trance. 

“Do you really think I’d sit here and ogle your tits so much that they’d hypnotize me?”

“Well, here’s the truth sweetie, you would. You’d ogle them a little bit, and you wouldn’t notice it, or be able to help yourself, and since you’d be so self-conscious about it, it would actually make it even easier. You think there’s no way you’d do it, but when the girls are on display, everyone looks, that’s the lure. When my target gets lured in, well, I hook them with my hypnosis and reel them in.”

‘So you’re saying you learned how to hypnotize people from a magician, and then you used hypnosis and your boobs to seduce people into…” Jake shook his head, and they both laughed about it again as he trailed off.

“Taking care of me. Pampering me. Being in relationships with me. Hiring my friends and family. It all depended on the person, my suggestions and my presence in their lives just gave them a nudge to do, or be something they wanted to do, or express a part of their inner selves. I mean, that’s what you were trying to say about hypnosis right?” 

‘So you’re saying you think that, what, because I’m a guy that if you had your boobs on display that I’d naturally, or sociologically, or whatever, want to look at them, and then once you caught me staring, that would magically make me hypnotizable?”

He wasn’t being combative, and she obviously didn’t take it as hostile. “Well, you’re downplaying my incredible tits a little bit, and completely misunderstanding my abilities, but pretty much. And since, you know, our dynamics are so weird, when you’d fall, you’d probably fall so deep because it would be so taboo and overwhelming for you to process. Your conscious mind would totally shut down, and you’d black out. If I hypnotized you like that, you wouldn’t even remember it happening.”

“Wait,” Jake felt himself lean forward in his chair a little bit as she did the same while she explained the last little bit. “Did the people you hypnotized not remember what you did to them, or what they did for you? That really doesn’t sound possible. Like if that was real, why wouldn’t more people do that all the time?”

“Oh, no, the vast majority of the time people in trance remember what they do and what happened, and even when people experience the hypnotic amnesia phenomenon, what they do when they’re black out hypnotized is still well within their own control. Charm, seduction, persuasion, all of that is enhanced by hypnosis and the suggestible trance state, but hypnosis also only enhances those things if you know what you’re doing. You’d black out because you would have a psychological crisis that would shut you down, and once you shut down, I’d have to be very careful with the suggestions I gave you. But if I did it right, I’d be able to put my hooks in you forever. It happened a few times with people I met and some of them are still taking care of me in their own special ways.”

“So was this like, was it always a sex thing? Because this sounds like it was a sex thing?” It was absurd, but it was also fascinating, and Jake couldn’t wait to talk to his wife about her crazy aunt who seemed like she was absolutely a semi-delusional sex witch.

“It wasn’t always a sex thing. Most of the time it wasn’t, actually. For my subjects it did tend to become sexual, but while I did seduce many of them into trance, the intimacy of the connection between us once I lured them in and hooked them, well it’s a potent intimacy that is wholly unique and that most people don’t have a range of experiences to contextualize it with.”

“And all because of your boobs?”

“Since you’re not going to drop it, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she took off her sweater and revealed that she was wearing a white, wide strapped tank top that showed off quite a bit of her very large, very heavy breasts. They were bigger than he thought, and everything about her soft, round, creamy skin took on a tantalizing, taboo quality. 

Jake never would have imagined himself feeling attracted to a woman her age, let alone someone who he was now connected to by marriage, or a woman of her heavier size, but there was something compelling and undeniably erotic about Gloria and her, soft, heavy, full…

“And down you go Jake. Unable to look away now, feeling their pull, soft and warm and heavy now, washing over you, wrapping around your mind. My cleavage is like quicksand now baby, the more you struggle, the faster you sink, and the faster you sink, the softer, and sweeter my voice becomes. You can’t look away, and you can’t stop listening, and the more you try and talk now, the harder it is for you to find the words, or find your thoughts. All you can do is sink into me, down into my cleavage, and down under the softness of my voice. Just sink Jake, just sink and get lost now.”

As she spoke, Gloria hefted her tits up from below, and he finally had a sense of how truly massive they were. But from the moment he saw her cleavage the first time, his conscious mind had buckled, and he wouldn’t remember that, or anything that followed.

Unaware that she had been slowly and methodically testing his suggestibility, and talking him down into a light trance, using her explanation as an induction itself, when Jake saw her deep cleavage, it was just her springing the rest of the trap. But while he was under, and while he would not remember, he was still receptive and responsive.

At least until she finished working on the other layers of his psyche.

Her explanations had prepared his mind, while her tone and her body language, her eye contact, and the subtle, imperceptible to him on a conscious level, mirroring of his own body language, kept focus and refocusing him into a state of comfortable relaxation. The wine had also helped with that.

“I know it feels goof Jake, and I know you know what’s happening to you, and I promise baby, I know it’s so hard to think, and so hard to talk, but it feels so good. It feels good, and you’ll feel even better, when you tell me I’m hypnotizing you. So, Jake, baby, sweetie, just admit it, tell me it’s working.”

Jake wouldn’t remember any of this, but before Gloria could cement her amnesia suggestions fully into his subconscious, he was still at least partially present, and needed to be worked over more fully.

He blinked, and his jaw hung loose as his shoulders continued to slump while she spoke. His eyes twitched and flickered, moving away from her breasts, but not enough for her deep cleavage to escape his periphery, and she waited a few seconds for her suggestion about not being able to look away to anchor itself.

“I don’t want you to hypnotize me,” he said the words, it took everything he had, but as he spoke, he slumped down over the table, moving his face closer to her breasts, his eyes narrowing even more.

“Yes you do Jake, you were so curious, you were so tempted, and now sweetie, you’re feeling so good, and falling so much deeper because it feels even better. But you can try and resist baby, you have my permission, just because it will show you how much you want it. And think about it this way…”

She also leaned closer to him over the table, putting her massive tits on it as she did so, “If you’re telling me you don’t want me to do it, then you’re agreeing with me that I am doing. So, by fighting and resisting, you’re just agreeing that it is happening, and the more you agree, the better it feels. Besides, you’re letting me do this to you.”

Jake’s chin was was dipping more and his arms were crossed in front of him on the table. He was leaning forward, eyes slowly fluttering as he stared at the beguiling and remarkable mass of her bosom.

“No, I’m…” he straightened up, “I’m not. You’re tricking me into…”

He managed to break his gaze from her breasts, but as he looked into her bright, sapphire blue eyes she smiled gently at him and brushed a finger down between her cleavage very slowly as she said, “And you want to fall deeper for my tits, and my tricks. The trick is, I’m giving you what you want, and you’ll feel so much better when you admit that you want to be hypnotized be me even deeper.”

He was silent for a long minute, and he felt himself staring more intently at her heavy, captivating breasts. There was so much creamy pale flesh, and now her purple, pained nails stood out as she squeezed the sides of her breasts and gently kneaded them together on the table. Her thick long hair, her large, bright eyes he could see in his shrinking periphery, her overall heaviness, all of it was overwhelming physically and psychologically.

He felt small, and getting smaller the longer he stared, “Why are you doing this to me?”

He more mumbled the thought like a sleepwalker answering a half heard question, and what he asked himself, ‘why can’t I stop this’, was lost between his brain and her breasts.

“Because you want me to. If you didn’t want it, at least deep down inside, it wouldn’t work. That’s why you can’t stop this.”

Jake closed his eyes. Had she read his mind? Had he said those words out loud? It seemed like if he could block out her tits, he could block out the irresistible pull they were having on his mind, and on his growing erection. 

But closing his eyes just made him feel like he was falling backward into his own mind, and down out of…

‘That’s it, Jake, let go and sink deeper baby. You’re so tired my sweet baby, you’re so tired of resist and…”

He forced his eyes open, “No… stop, stop hypnotizing…”

“I told you, I can’t hypnotize you unless you want it, and you didn’t believe me when I said I could do it to you, and I am doing it. So I was right about being able to hypnotize you, and you were wrong. And you were wrong about my tits not working on you, and I was right. And you know, since you know I’m right about hypnosis and you’re wrong, that it just feels right to admit that you want this, isn’t that right Jake? It would make so much more sense, and it would align so much more with what little you know about hypnosis, compared to my massive, huge, overwhelming, knowledge of hypnotism, if you just admit to yourself that I’m right, and this is all happening because you want it to.”

“I don’t… I’m not… you’re making me…” 

He didn’t know when, but she’d started babying him with her tone of voice, and when she started talking about her massive knowledge about hypnotism she’d fully pushed her tits together, before letting them jiggle back into place as she finished making her point.

He couldn’t see her face anymore, and the more he tried to look away, the more he blinked and felt his eyes closing for longer and longer stints. It took everything he had to keep opening his eyes, and to try and argue for himself, but he knew that as soon as he agreed and gave in, it would be all over. Meanwhile his erection was also starting to drain his resolve, and didn’t seem to want to stop pushing its own limits, or the confines of his pants.

“I know you’re so tired now baby, and I know it’s just so hard for you, everything so hard and so confusing even though it’s all so simple. It’s so simple baby, and I’m going to explain it to you again, and make everything so much easier. You’re so tired of everything being hard, even though some hard things feel very good, admitting that you want this is very hard right now, and when you do admit it, you’ll feel even better just like I said. The good kind of hard will get even harder, and even better, so just let me explain to you again, my poor little baby.”

As she spoke Jake felt himself getting smaller and smaller, and more confused by good hard and bad hard. And the more she talked about how hard it was, the more he really did feel an urge to let go, and just admit that she was right. The urge to give in was building up inside him, throbbing up between his legs and in his brain, but as he stared at her massive breasts, listening to her patiently overwhelm him with her incredible knowledge, and he started to feel even smaller and dumber, he also knew he couldn’t give in and agree.

As soon as he stopped resist and lost himself in between the sound of her voice and her huge, gargantuan, all consuming…

“We both agree that you’re hypnotized, and we both agree that I’ve hypnotized you. We both agree that you didn’t think my hypnotic tricks I used on you would work, or that you would get hypnotized by my breasts, but you are hypnotized by my breasts, because they did help me hypnotize you. And now, we both agree that you’re sinking deeper, and I did tell you that you would sink deeper when you admitted that you want this to happen. So baby, I know you’re very hard and that’s very distracted, and you’re very tired and sleepy, and so confused, because the more you resist, the deeper you sink, so doesn’t that just mean the more you resist, the more you agree, and the more you agree, the more hypnotized by my tits you are, like now, more hypnotized by my tits the longer you stare?”

“I’m not letting you…”

His head was singing, his eyes were closing, but every time they shut, he forced them open, and found himself swallowed up in her cleavage, lost, his cock throbbing, and his mind buried between her breasts and smothered under her words.

“No my poor little baby, you’re not letting me, you’re resisting me. And you’re resisting because it’s real. You’re admitting that it’s happening, and it’s only happening because you want it to, and since you’re resisting, that means resistance is acceptance, because the more you resist, the more happens. The more you resist, the more you give in, and the more you give in, the easier it is to feel that nice hard cock make it too hard to keep resisting any longer now. It’s too hard to resist, and it’s too easy to just give in to my soft, heavy, impeccably hypnotizing breasts now, isn’t it. And Jake, my poor, little baby, if you want to keep resisting, even though resisting is taking you deeper, all you have to do is stop resisting and just agree that you want this to happen.”

“This doesn’t… make…” he was drooling “sense…”

“It’s because you’re too tired and sleepy, and too confused, and too dumb, my sweet little baby. It’s too complicated for you, because I know so much more than you, and you’re just my dumb, sleepy baby who’s so tired of thinking, and tired of resisting, and tired of not getting exactly what you want. I want to give you what you want, and we both know what it is, so stop resisting the urge to resist, because resistance is just giving in now. And you’re really resisting so much now aren’t you?”

He followed the words down… down as he slumped, chin tucked eyes barely open. He couldn’t follow what she meant, and her logic was lost on him, but he knew he couldn’t agree with her, “I’m not resisting.”

‘That’s right, you’re not, you’re not resisting, because you don’t want this, do you?” As she asked, she pulled down on her top and down on her bra, which was also white, and as plain as her tank top, showing him just a little bit more of her breasts.

“If you agree that you don’t want this, I won’t stop taking you deeper, I won’t stop making you resist me, because you’re resisting me so much aren’t you baby?”

She sat up more and leaned forward over him, her hands flat on the table, her tits thrust directly into his face, “You’re just resisting me with everything you have now, every last little bit of you is resisting me so much, isn’t it? And you’re not a sleepy baby now, you’re not a hypnotized sleepy baby who’s resisting me so much, are you?”

“I’m not…” his word was nothing but her cleavage and her voice, but he wouldn’t agree. “I’m not resisting.”

“So if you’re not resisting,” she took a deep breath in that made her chest rise, then breathed out slowly so her breasts would sink with her low, soft voice, “what are you doing? What’s the opposite of resisting baby?”

He stared at her, pale, white, mountainous breasts, lost in the avalanche that was her cleavage spilling out  “Giving in.”

As he words escaped Jake’s lips, his eyes closed and his body slumped down in a heap on the table, his head resting on his arms.

“That’s it Jake, giving in feels so good, and it feels too good to stop now. Resisting is just another form of giving in now too, so any time I give you a suggestion you want to resist, that just means you want to accept it and agree with it even more. I want you to open your eyes, sit up straight, and sink twice as deep when you understand, and you’ll do that for me now won’t you my sweet little baby?”

Jake felt himself straighten up, regaining his posture, and slowly opening his eyes while sinking into the surreal, unfolding dream spell she was cocooning him in. As his eyes opened, he saw Gloria’s bright blue eyes and the soft, welcoming smile on her face, but only for a moment as she waved her finger in front of her own eyes and used it to guide him back down to her breasts.

“That’s right, when you are hypnotized, you are unable to look away from my breasts, and the longer you stare, the deeper you sink, and the deeper you sink down into hypnotized trance between my breasts, the more suggestible you become. The more suggestible my breasts make you, the easier it is for my breasts to make you unable to remember anything that happens from the moment I start hypnotizing you until the moment I tell you that hypnotized time is over. And as you sink deeper down into my cleavage now, feeling so suggestible as you sink deeper and deeper with every breath you take, I want you to resist the suggestion to not remember what happens from the moment I start hypnotizing you until I wake you up and end your trance time being hypnotized by me and my breasts.”

She watched him stare at her breasts silently, and she saw his eyelids starting to flutter and his chin start to dip. She didn’t say anything, she let the suggestions do their work, while inside, Jake was trying desperately to reject the idea of forgetting. The more he told himself he had to remember, the more he fell away into the deepening cleavage in front of his eyes until the world went dark as he mind and body surrendered to the suggestion.

“That’s it baby, resisting is just another way of agreeing, and the more you resist my suggestions, the more suggestible you become. Now, I want you to sink twice as deep under my hypnotic influence, and feel yourself becoming twice as aroused by my breasts and the hypnotic sway they have over your mind and your cock. When you realize this is happening, you will sit up straight and open your eyes again, and this time as soon as your eyes open, you will stare at my breasts and only my breasts, feeling their power over you growing stronger and stronger the more aroused you become.”

Gloria had barely pulled down on her top and her bra early, but that little bit more had been enough to help push him along. Now she sat back in her chair, and pulled the fabric of her top so it was again showing just a little more.

It took almost a minute for Jake to straighten up again and open his eyes, and as he did, she pushed her tits together and heard him moan with deep arousal. “That’s it my sleepy, hypnotized baby, you’re completely hypnotized by my tits now, and of course you are, because all babies love boobs. Of course you’re not an actual baby, but when you see my boobs, you just feel so mesmerized and hypnotized by them that you’re as helpless as a baby. That’s right, you’re as helpless and dumb as a baby, and as horny and desperate as a teenager. When you agree with me, I want you to beg me to see more of my breasts.”

“I don’t… I don’t…” Gloria watching him struggle as a spark of awareness came back into his eyes, and thought maybe she had misread him, or pushed him too far by so aggressively dismantling his masculinity and agency, but all it too was another performatively deep breath as she pulled her shoulders back. His chin dipped, his eyes fluttered until they were half shut and he was looking up from under his eyelids at her tits as he said, “Please let me see more of your breasts.”

“Are you sure? Seeing more of my breasts will mean I’ll be hypnotizing you even more. So if that’s what you want, I want you to beg for that too. Put it all together for me my horny baby, and beg for all of it.”

“Please Gloria,” Jake felt like she had been shaving down a piece of his inner self, filing down the rough edges of his critical thinking that would interfere with and snag her logic, and now there was nothing stopping her words from flowing in his ears and then out his mouth. Worse still, and he was aware of it and unable to stop it, the more he complied, the smoother the process of echoing her words and her desires became. “Please show me more of your breasts and hypnotize me more.”

“Begging involves vulnerability, and you don’t seem that vulnerable, or that desperate. It’s also not fair that you get to see more of me, and you’re not showing more of yourself. Strip naked for me, physically and mentally, strip naked and get on your knees, and do it.

There was a hitch, a hiccup in her spell over him as his body initially started to move automatically then stop. He’d stood up before he realized he was moving, but as he felt his hands on the hem of his shirt, Jake froze, and for the first time in quite a while, he escaped the hypnotic trap of his wife’s aunt’s massive breasts, and looked square into her eyes.

‘Please, stop it Gloria, stop doing this to me. I don’t want this. I don’t, I mean, you’re her…”

She sat at the table and didn’t say a word or move a muscle, save for the smile that was widening across her lips. Jake’s own desperate pleas for mercy, and his own valiant effort to resist were interrupted by his shirt coming up and over his head, removed by his own doing.

He stood there, staring, not at her eyes, but back down at her immense breasts again, confused and defeated by his own body. Resistance after all, was just another form of acceptance and agreement. The more he resisted, the more he obeyed.

“See, the less you want it, the more you need it, and the more you need it, the deeper you sink. You telling yourself you don’t want this is being very vulnerable. You begging me to stop is being very vulnerable, but it’s just you resisting, and resisting me is agreeing, because I can’t hypnotize you unless you want me to. And you can’t resist something that’s not happening, can you? Besides, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you aren’t going to consciously remember any of this anyway, so just take of your pants and get on your knees.”

Gloria moved her chair out away form the table so he could stay staring into her cleavage as he dropped his shirt, pulled down his pants. He started to kneel, but she stopped him, “Socks and underwear too baby. The only way to beg me for more and mean it is to be totally naked and totally exposed physically and mentally.”

“Please stop this Gloria, please, just think about what you’re doing.” The words came out of his from a deep place, from a purely honest and raw part of his soul, but begging just made his cock even harder, and as he slid his boxers off, it stood up straight, thick, and full. His balls had started to genuinely ache with their pent up load, and since he’d never had blue balls before, it was another sensation that assaulted his mind and body.

“Oh don’t worry about me baby, we both know I know exactly what I’m doing, and I do think about it. I know you’re so confused, and hypnotically sleepy, and so horny for my tits, but I told you, I’m an expert. I told you that everything I do always works, and since that’s true, that’s what you’re on your knees now. You don’t know anything, you’re just my hypnotized, horny baby, and you’re too dumb and desperate to think, so you don’t get to tell me to think, but you’re begging me, and that’s very good. Now beg for what you really want, beg for what I told you to beg for.”

She was towering over him by sitting on a dining room chair, and even as he pleased with her, he stared helplessly at her breasts, while every word he spoke became more of a release of his fears and his inhibitions than an attempt to hold on to his dignity, or his self-control. 

When the words left his mouth, they took other parts of himself with them, and once they were gone, consumed in the maze of logic she’d created in his mind, he felt himself submerging even deeper between her breasts.

He wanted to keeping beggaring her stop. He wanted to plead and throw himself at her feet to just stop doing this to him. He wanted to beg her to help him stop himself from going along with it. But she’d smoothed out the rough edges of critical thinking in his mind, so when he started to beg again to see more of her breasts, and to be more deeply hypnotized, it only followed that since that’s what he was begging for, that must have been what he really wanted.

He said the words with the same, desperate, pathetic desperation that he’d begged for mercy with. He groveled to see more of her breasts, and to go deeper under her hypnotic spell, transferring his fears into desire, and the more he begged her, the more of his pride and his identity was stripped away. He couldn’t stop himself, and her presence simply dominated him, causing his cock to start leaking ever so slightly.

“Stand up baby,” Gloria stood up as well, “stand up and take my top off.”

He did what he was told, and with shaking hands reached out to pull her tank top up and over her head. It was difficult because he was still enthralled by her breasts, and he stumbled with getting it over her head, but eventually he stood there, staring at two massive breasts in the largest bra he had ever seen. 

While her tits had become conceptually gigantic and massive in a surreal and hallucinogenic sense, Gloria’s breasts were very large, and had gotten even larger as she had put on weight. As Jake would find out soon enough, they were more than large enough to make his entire cock disappear between, but that that moment, they were still in her bra, her plain, white, purely practical, and very hard working to hold so much breast, bra.

Gloria reached between his legs and gently took his cock in her hand. He moaned as she delicately stroked him once, “This isn’t right.”

He said the words to her breasts because he couldn’t look up from them, and as she delicately and just barely teased him with the lightest of slow strokes, he didn’t do anything to stop her.

He couldn’t, not anymore.

“Yes it is baby, it’s very right. It feels better to go deeper, and since you’re feeling so much better when I’m stroking you, and you can only go deeper if you want to, it’s really like I’m not doing anything. I’m not doing anything, so there’s nothing to remember, and that’s why you’ll just forget all about this, and everything else I’m going to do to you.”

“You just,” she wrapped her hand around his cock as he spoke, his voice more subdued and blank than before, ‘said you’re not doing anything to me.”

“Oh honey, of course I’m doing something to you,” she took a step backward and led him by his cock to follower her. He stayed transfixed by her tits and followed. “I hypnotized you with my breasts, but you’re so sleepy and so horny that I understand why you’re confused. Just remember there’s nothing to remember when I hypnotize you, or hat you were ever hypnotized at all. But don’t forget while you’re hypnotized that the deeper you sink, the better you feel. And you feel so good when I do this, when I play with your helpless, horny cock, that you’re just sinking even deeper and deeper into trance now, that you must really want me to do this to you, even though I’m not doing anything, because you’re just taking yourself deeper. And since nothing’s happening, there’s nothing to remember, remember.”

As she spoke she’d slowly walked him back into the guest bedroom, and Jake had followed her, led quite literary by his cock. He stared down at her breasts the entire time, enthralled by the small but pronounced jiggle of her tits. It was too hard, he was too hard now, to understand what she was saying, , especially because everything she said both made perfect sense, and didn’t make any sense at all. But, as she’d explained to him earlier, disagreeing was just agreeing, so when he realized he disagreed with her, what she said became doubly true.

“jake,” she closed the door behind them with her free hand, then lead him closer to the bed, “who am I?”

“You’re,” he tried to stop himself from talking, struck by the sudden urge to not cooperate, to resist. It came out of having to recognize who she was, which meant recognizing what was happening. But that was part of the plan, and she gave him another gentle tug to milk the words out of him. “You’re Gloria”

“That’s right,” she worked his cock a little faster for a few strokes, then stopped and cupped his balls softly. “And who am I to you? What’s our relation?”

“You’re,” she gave him a soft squeeze, not to hurt him, but to tantalize him, and it worked, “you’re my wife’s aunt.”

Jake finally lost conscious awareness of himself at that point, having broken his own critical thinking barrier by verbalizing that his aunt-in-law was the one doing this to him.

She saw it in his eyes, and in his already sunken, submissive posture.

“Yes, I am,” she used her middle finger to massage his taint and stroked it up under his balls and up the underside of his shaft, “and what am I doing to you?”

“Hypnotizing me and playing with my cock.” The words came out of him automatically. There was no critical thinking and no awareness left inside him, but he was still himself, and still a part of everything that was happening.

“That’s right, and that’s why consciously you won’t remember anything, including being hypnotized by me, especially not being hypnotized by my tits that will automatically hypnotize you and make you so suggestible of me whenever you see them. The more you admit to what I’m doing, the more you agree with the reality of what’s happening, the more easily you will just forget it on any conscious level.”

She used her thumb to rub the head of his cock, and it made him quiver with a special kind of overstimulation. 

“Being able to remember is too hard now, and you don’t want to remember. Remembering what I’m doing would destroy you, that’s why you need to forget on a conscious level. I want you to forget, and you need to forget, and you will forget. You will have no memory of this, and the better it feels, the more completely your conscious mind will bury and repress these hypnotized memories. The better it feels to have me control your cock and your mind, the more you will need to forget, and the more you forget, the more completely controlled by my hypnotic breasts you become.”

She stroked his face with her free hand as she used just her fingers to stroke him lengthwise like an octopus swimming. “It all makes perfect sense now, and as you just keep sinking deeper under my hypnotic control, deeper under the power my tits have over you, you don’t have to resist to agree anymore. As you keep falling deeper, it’s because I’m giving you what you want, and since I’m making it so that you won’t remember, I’m also giving you what you need. You want to fall completely under my power, and part of being completely under the spell of my hypnotizing tits is the need to forget. So now, as you stare, you understand that you need to sink deeper, just as much as you want to forget, because you need to forget and the only way you can forget is by going deeper, and the only way you can go deeper is by wanting to forget just was much as you want to go deeper. Need and want are all the same. What I want is what you need. What I need is what you want. Whatever you  want is just what I make you need, and whatever you need is just what I want you to need. So tell me you want to see even more of my hypnotizing breasts now.”

“I need to see more of your hypnotizing breasts now Gloria.” His voice was deadpan except for the labored breath of his arousal. She was barely stroking him as he said those words, his mind automatically internalizing and accepting what she’d just said, and hearing him speak gave her a rush of arousal that made her accidently squeeze his cock a little harder on a stroke. He moaned so loudly she thought he was about to cum, but he didn’t, though he had been leaking precum for a while.

“That’s it my baby, you’re still so sleepy and confused about so much, but you understand me completely now. You understand that you need to obey me, and that you want to do whatever I say. You want me to control you, and you need me to take away your free will. You need me to take your free will and all of your self control away, because if you can make choices, you might remember what’s happening, and if you remember what’s happening now, or remember that you were hypnotized at all, it would destroy you and ruin your marriage. Memory and freedom are identity, and identity comes from free will. But if you have free will, and an identity, your memory will destroy you, but when I take your memory away to protect you, you’re so happy to lose your free will to my tits, and surrender your identity to my hypnotic control. Now, tell me you want to see more of my hypnotizing tits so they can erase your identity and take all your dangerous freedom away.”

“I need to see more of your hypnotizing tits so you can take my freedom away.”  

He gasped out the words this time, and she finally took her hand off his cock since she knew he was fully on the edge and could explode at any moment. Hearing him say those words in that tone that was both vacant and overwhelmed with arousal gave her the tiniest hint of an orgasm herself.

“Take off my bra baby.”

Jake took a step forward and reached around her back to try and unhook it, and as he did, she hugged him close and held him as she whispered in his ear, “Close your eyes and just feel it. Close your eyes for now, I’ll tell you when to open them again. But even with your eyes closed, you won’t be able to get the sight of them out of your mind.”

His eyes closed, and he did see the image of her breasts in her bra burned into his mind as he fumbled with, and eventually unclasped her bra. The feeling of her tits pressed into his chest was surreal, as they were so outsized in his psyche that the feel of them was a warm, all consuming wave of softness. He melted under her touch, except for his cock, and feeling it pressed up against her as she held him close, made her even wetter.

Gently, she pushed him down on to the edge of the bed, where his sat, head slumped, mind still full of the image of her breasts, cocking wet with precum, his mind cracked wide open as he disassociated entirely from what was happening.

She knelt down between his legs, wrapped her tits around his cock and pushed them together to make it completely disappear, and then said, “Open your eyes baby. Open your eyes when you’re ready to lose all of your self control and free will to me and my hypnotic tits.”

Jake opened his eyes, saw her tit fucking him, a sensation he’d felt, but one that had mixed itself into the hypnotic hallucination she’d put in his mind, and scrambled his nervous system with when she’d hugged him so tight, and slumped backward on the bed, entire body limp as he cock started to explode in long, ropey gushes of pent up cum.

Gloria had been expecting it though, and as soon as he opened his eyes, she’d taken his cock in hand and deep throated him. The warm wetness of her mouth only made him cum that much harder, and she kept working him over, up and down, swallowing everything inside him until he was moaning and twitching from the over-stimulation of her tongue and her lips.

She’d wanted to make him wait till she was riding him, but he’d been too close for too long, and while his erection would have lasted, once he was inside her she knew he wouldn’t. If she couldn’t get a nice good cu out of him by making him last, then she was going to milk the first one and then build him up to last long enough to please her with the second one.

Meanwhile, in Jake’s brain as his aunt-in-law swallowed all of his cum, her framing of the experience became the suggestion that she was swallowing his willpower, willpower that she’d milked out of him with the same tits that put him in a trance and made him powerless to resist her in the first place. As he came harder than he’d ever cum before in his life, unable to think and powerless to sop himself from giving in to the pleasure, he internalized that her tits really did make him horny and helpless.

When she crawled on to the bed with him, and coaxed him into her lap before putting a nipple in his mouth, a ray of light and clarity had emerged from the orgasm. The climax had awakened parts of his mind, and woke pieces of him from the trance. But, as he briefly became starkly aware of what had just happened, his conscious mind shut down and rejected the memory, just as it had been programmed to. There was no rational way Jake could have gone on with his life, given what was happening to him, so he just blacked out and blocked out that reality.

It happened at the same time she put her nipple to his lips, and cradled his head as he started to suck.

“That’s it my horny baby, you just worship the tits that control you now. You have no free will anymore, you have no freedom anymore, because you have no memory and with no memory, you have no identity. People with no freedom are slaves, and you have no freedom so you’re a slave. I took all your freedom away, so you’re my slave. Just suck on my hypnotic tits and feel yourself becoming my slave now, their slave now. You’re a slave to my breasts, you’re a slave to my hypnosis, and you’re a slave to me, because when I hypnotize you, I take away everything that you are. You’re nothing now, just a horny, helpless, hypnotized baby who will do whatever I say. You’ll do whatever I say, no matter. In and out of trance, you’ll obey me no matter what. If I ask you to do something, you’ll do it. If I have an opinion, you’ll agree with it, and any time you try to resist or argue, you’ll look at my chest, and you’ll agree, because resistance is acceptance, and you’ve accepted the fact my breasts have hypnotized you into being my slave.”

She switched tits, and brought his hands up to touch her chest. He started to gently, but enthusiastically massage them, playing with her other nipple as he started sucking on the newly presented one.

Gloria had always had profoundly sensitive nipples, and as his hands, which touched her with their own dreamy softness, started to pinch one nipple while he sucked on the other, she had to gasp and catch her breath, as a deep, long, series of multiple orgasms flooded through her. 

She moaned out her encouragements, telling him he was her hypnotized tit slave, telling him to keep going, and that he was completely under her control. It went on for a few minutes even after she’d finished , and once she was a little too over-stimulated herself, Gloria removed her tit from his mouth, told him to kneel on the floor by the edge of the bed.

He got down on his knees and stared up at her naked tits, and stood over him  by the edge of the bed while she shifted her torso, making her massive breasts swing back and forth above his eyes. 

“Just watch my tits swinging back and forth, back and forth. My breasts are hypnotizing you all over again, taking you even deeper than before, and every time you blink your tired, heavy eyes, you fall twice as deep as you are now. Every time you blink, you fall twice as deep, and become twice as enslaved. And as you become more and more owned by my breasts, you cock is going to get harder and harder, because it is getting just as hypnotized as your mind. Your cock is getting just as hypnotized by my breasts as your mind is, and losing just as much control of itself. The deeper your cock sinks under my power, the harder it gets, and the harder it gets, the more control I have over it.”

While he was transfixed anew by her breasts, she pulled down her panties, and slide off her skirt, then sat down on the bed with her legs spread, still swaying her tits back and forth above his eyes, back and forth as steadily as a pocket watch.

Soon he was blinking and melting down into himself, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Listen to me baby, my helpless, horny, hypnotized baby. You’ve made my pussy so wet and messy by being such a good little slave, and now you need to clean it up with your mouth. You need to lick me clean, and while you do it, you’re going to see my tits swinging in your mind, taking our cock so deep under my control that it won’t be able to cum without my permission when you’re with me.”

 She pulled his head in between her legs, and thrilled at the immense pleasure of his mouth working over her already hyper sensitive clit and pussy. Just enough time had passed to make the stimulation incredibly powerful, but not unbearable, and she knew she was going to squirt a wet mess on his face as he obeyed her.

“You’re going it now slave, you have no choice, you have no free will, and your cock is losing its freedom to cum without my permission now. The more you taste me, the more my control of your cock sinks in. The more you taste me, the harder you get, and the more clearly you see my swinging tits in your mind, hypnotizing you constantly, enslaving your cock permanently.”

She repeated herself a few times over, in part because what he was doing felt so good that she stopped trying to come up with new material ways to say the same thing, and just enjoyed her victory licking. He was good with his mouth, and Gloria played with her sensitive nipples while his muscle memory for eating pussy made him give it his all. She did squirt all over his face too, and by implanted, implied compulsion, he licked what he could off his own face.

Gloria pulled his face in close and fucked it hard for her last, long orgasm. Once she felt it pass, and caught her breath, she pushed his head back gently. “Look up at my tits, open your eyes and stare at my tits again. You’re married to my niece and you’re eating my pussy. You’re married to my niece and I swallowed your cum and your free will. You’re married to my niece and you are completely and totally hypnotized by me now, you’re so hypnotized by my breasts that they’ve brainwashed you in less than an hour.” 

As Jake heard her describing their relationship, and reminders of his marriage, broken as he was, the associations spoke to his soul. He tried to push through the haze, but as he started to reach the surface, the reality of what she’d done to him came back a hundred fold and shattered his mind again, and again, and again. He was completely comatose with his eyes open, and the taste of his wife’s aunt on his lips and all over his face.

“I’m going to fuck you in just a moment, your cock is going to be all the way inside me, and you’re doing it because you let it happen. I tricked you into letting it happen, and made you want it, and that’s the only reason you could ever do these things. I’ve hypnotized you and brainwashed you, and only I could do that, and you’re only doing these things because you’re under my control. No one else could ever pull you away from your wife, no one else could ever make you do these things, and no one else could ever enslave you like this. You will never leave her, you will never cheat on her with anyone else, and you will obey me, because she might be married to you, but you’re my property now slave.”

Gloria needed a few minutes to come down from his mouth fucking her much better than she’d expected, and she needed to keep working on him to make sure she dotted all her I’s and crossed all her T’s when it came to her agenda, and breaking his psyche into a million pieces before she remade him to fit her very specific needs.

“All you can do is sit there on your knees watching my tits now, and they’re not even swinging. You can’t look away, you can’t think, you can’t stop yourself, or wake up, because you have no freedom. My tits have take your freedom away, I have hypnotized you so deeply that your identity, your pride, your free will, all of it is all gone, and now you’re just my horny baby, my helpless, powerless, slave, and even though you will not remember being hypnotized and brainwashed by my breasts, you will always be my slave now. Now get on this bed and lie flat on your back.”

Jake moved as if by remote control, devoid of choice or influence on his body, and as he obeyed Gloria, he still could not look away from her massive tits. He was perfectly still, rock hard and dripping again, as she straddled him and took his cock in her hand again, readying to guide it into her as she sat down on him, But before she took him inside her, she started to rub the head of his cock against her clit and her wet , warm pussy lips.

“You will do everything for your wife, my niece. You will put her happiness first in all things. Everything you do will be to serve her, and my family. Everything you do in your life will be to please her, and to take care of her and my family. You will meet her every need in every way, and you will sacrifice everything you have for her, and for my family. You will do this because you have nothing now, you own nothing now, you are nothing now, just my slave, and when I take you out of trance, the best way you can be my slave is to consciously forget, while subconsciously obeying my commands to put her and my family first. You will put her first, and you will be unquestionably loyal to her in all things.”

Slowly, Gloria lowered herself on the head of his cock and let go of her guiding hand. She slid up on and down on the upper half of him, and started to play with her tits. 

“Watch my tits, stare at my tits, see only my tits as always, watch them as they reinforce my control on your cock, reinforcing the truth that you cannot cum with me without my permission. Feel how good it feels to be hypnotized by me, and brainwashed by my breasts. Feel me fucking you deeper under my power now. This isn’t cheating, because you are not a person to me, you are property, you are my toy and my tool, bit to your wife she will think you are a person, and you will pretend to be one to make her happy. When you are intimate with her, you will not cum until she cums. You will not do anything she doesn’t want to do. You will sexually please her before you even start to care about your own orgasm, and you will be unable to cum unless she cums first. You will take care of her sexually, and emotionally. You will provide for her financially, and support her in all things no mater what. And of course, whenever I ask, you will take care of me too. You will think it’s your idea for the two of you to want to help me, and take care of my needs, but you will do this because deep down inside you are my slave and my toy. You’re my property now, and I’m just using you to make my niece happy and comfortable.”

With that she slid fully down on him, “Now repeat after me, I belong to Aunt Gloria. Aunt Gloria’s tits have brainwashed me. I have always belonged to Aunt Gloria, I have always been brainwashed by Aunt Gloria’s tits.”

“I belong to Aunt Gloria.” Calling her that honorific was he was all the way inside her made his whole body quiver.

“Aunt Gloria’s tits have brainwashed me.” Saying those words made his mind fully shut down, and his eyes closed as everything about him went slack except for his cock. 

“I have always belonged to Aunt Gloria.” Truth and lies didn’t matter anymore, there was no fact or fiction, there was no reality, just Gloria’s control that had taken over everything.

“I have always been brainwashed by Aunt Gloria’s tits.”

He said the words as she said, “Cum for me slave” so as he spoke the lie the explosive orgasm that flooded his shattered mind and body cemented it as the truth.

Gloria rode the last of it out of him, slide of him as he went flaccid and fell out of her, and she gently, stroked his face before smothering him with her tits.

“Wake up Jake, time to wake up slave.”

She rubbed the head of his sticky cock to send a jolt through his body, and as Jake opened his eyes, he remained deeply hypnotized, despite the implied freedom of being told to wake.

He tried to suck on a nipple but she moved it away from his mouth before standing up, “I need a shower.”

Fully disassociated from himself, but still going through the pantomime of being able to touch his identity, he blinked, stared at her tits that instantly put him into a highly suggestible state of deep trance, and said, “What’s happening?”

“I said I need a shower, what are you doing?”

She stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, the pale, heavy curves of her body, pillowy soft and warm, while her lips twisted into a impatient smirk.

“I… I don’t know… Gloria? What happened?”

“I told you I’m going to take a shower, and you’re just lying there.”

“Oh,” Jake realized he was standing up, and all of a sudden it was the most natural and obvious thing in the world that he needed to wash her. He was her slave, of course he needed to wash her.”

Later, after they were both out of the shower and in their pajamas, Gloria sat him down on the couch next to her, and slowly, fully, and completely walked him back up from trance. She moved the empty wine bottle to the coffee table, and opened and poured out another bottle of wine that she put next to it, to complete her story.

“…and as you open your eyes you will wake fully, and you will forget that there was anything to forget, because there was nothing to remember, and we’ve been talking all night, and drinking, We both too separate showers, and we’ve had a lovely time so we are just talking more. Now let yourself wake up back into Jake the person now. Wake up with 1, 2, 3.”

Jake opened his eyes, “Wow, the wine really hit me. I think I fell asleep after my shower. Thanks for letting me go first.”

Gloria had moved to stand up before she woke him, and positioned herself to have just walked into the living room. “Oh it was fine. When does my niece get home?”

Jake stretched, “Six AM this week. It’s really terrible timing.”

“That’s okay Jake, I just hope that in the future, you get to see more of me. Would you like to see more of me?”

Her tone changed mid sentence to a softer, more seductive lilt, falling back into her hypnotic voice, and as she spoke she loosened her robe to reveal a fair amount of cleavage.

It wasn’t a test to see if he would fall, she knew he would, it was a test to see what the transition would be. For a moment Jake was shocked, and his body language changed to  more defensive posture, and it looked like he was about to reprimand her for coming on to him, but then his jaw loosened, his eyes started to flutter, and his body started to go limp, “Yes, I would like to see more of you.”

Gloria’s robe fell to the ground, “Of course you do slave, you belong to me, and you’re nothing unless I make you something.”

“I’m sorry you got stuck with her for the week, she’s my favorite, but she can be a lot. I’m just so glad you two hit it off.” Jake looed at his wife, and saw his reason for existing. As long as she was happy, he was happy. As long as she was content, then his life was complete.

“She was a lot of fun, but, I’m kind of worried about her. She’s such a free spirit, and she doesn’t have kids of her own or anything. I know your hours are terrible right now, but we’re both doing really well, is there anything we could do to help her, like put some money aside or…”

She kissed him, ‘You’re so sweet. Don’t let her fool you, she’s really pretty stable. I don’t know how she did it, but she married a couple of rich guys and took them for all they were worth. But I don’t think she has a retirement fund or anything, so… I don’t know, maybe. It’s just so nice of you to look out for her.”

“Of course. I just want to take care of you and everyone you love.”

She kissed him again, ‘That’s just so sweet, that’s also exactly what my dad says. You must have gotten that from him.”

Jake had never heard his father in law say it, and the spark of a memory started to catch in his mind. But as the spark grew, it created a cascade of images in his mind that he automatically rejected.

“Are you okay baby?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine, I must have heard it from him. Now,” he slid his hand between her legs, “let me take care of you…”