Spilling Out

“Hi, Frank?” Frank Burk, like a lot of people, had found himself in need of the extra income that could come from short term subletting a part of his home. He had a nice split-level house, but nice times had become rough, and finding himself as an under-employed single income taking on a mortgage made for two, he had to make some changes in his life.

The young woman who had knocked on his front door was certainly a change, and he was afraid his eyes were going to bug out of his head if he wasn’t careful, “Hi, yes, I’m Frank, and you must be Tiffany.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” she smiled as she chirped out a giggly little laugh, “Your house is so big, and it looks so nice, I already feel soooooo lucky to get to stay here while I’m in town.”

She was barely over five feet tall, had dyed white blonde hair that was up in a topknot that spelled down to her shoulders, light brown eyes that were almost orange, looked vaguely east Asian, had full lips, a slender jaw, round cheekbones, a narrow waist, and tits the size of her head.

Her tits were so big that they were spilling out of her pink, spaghetti strapped tank top that she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra under, and the black velvet chocker she wore was the top of a picture frame around her tits. Her voice was upbeat, and not too soft, or too high pitched, and it didn’t have any kind of affectation or accent he could notice, but then again, her tits made it hard for him to even notice her tight black yoga pants and strappy sandals, or not get hard himself.

There was something pornographic about the way her breasts seemed like they were trying to fall out of her top, and something hypnotic about the way they came to life every time she moved or breathed.

“Yeah, uh…” she walked in and put her two bags down with a jiggle, brushed her hair back, off her shoulders and smiled at him as he did his level best not to eye fuck the tanned masses of breast that were barely being contained. “It’s big, a little too big for one person, which is why I’m short term renting the lower level out. Here’s your key, this is to the lower level door, and to the adjoining door between your rooms, and the laundry room and stairs. There’s a bathroom with a shower down there like the listing said, and you can use the kitchen as needed, obviously…”

“Okay, great,” she cut him off with a sweet, even smile, “do you think you could show me to my rooms, and help me with my bags before you give me the big tour?”

There was something much more forceful in the feeling of her question than in her asking it, and he couldn’t tell if her tits were jiggling because of something she did, or if that ridiculously impractical top and their enormous size meant they actually always bounced around if she did something as simple as take a deep breath.

“Sure, yeah, sure, sorry…” He bent down to pick up her bags and almost got a face full of bosom as she took a step forward at the same time.

“Oh no, it’s my fault,” she chirped out another little giggle and then put a hand over his, “I can get this one, but thank you. The other one’s just soooo heavy, and you know…”

She didn’t finish the thought, but her tits did, and more than implied, “I’m already carrying these around too.” 

Frank couldn’t imagine she’d actually flown like that, but at the same time, maybe she did. It was obvious, based on her appearance, that she knew how to take care of her looks, and had to know exactly what she was doing wearing that top, and he did his best not to judge. Who was he to fault her for taking advantage of her looks, or more so, taking best advantage of what she obviously worked hard to cultivate.

Maybe that was it.

Maybe what made her seem so forceful was that she had the confidence of someone people didn’t usually say no too.

“If you need me, I spend most of my time upstairs and not on the middle floor, and you have my number so you can text or call instead of coming up. Honestly, if you want to use the living room on the main floor, that’s fine. Down here is laundry, the machines are new, so no problems, I have pretty basic detergent, that you’re welcome to, and…”

He opened the door to the basement suite, which was a furnished bedroom, and a half bathroom, and a small furnished den that had a door to the backyard as well as a mini fridge. All the furnishings were new, mid range mass market pieces, and had seemed to more than meet the needs of his previous short stay tenants.

“This is so much nicer than some of the other places I’ve rented, I can tell you’re a really considerate guy, and that makes me feel soooo much more comfortable. Can you put my bag down over by the bed please?”

The room wasn’t that big, it would have been a couple steps for her if he’d left her bag by the door, but there was some chemistry in the compliment, followed by the order that was shaped like a question, and the question of if the shape of her top could keep her tits from falling out, which they seemed even closer to doing now for some reason, that in total overwhelmed him and made him just sort of do what she said without a second thought.

It was more like there was no thought, that in that one singular moment her words moved him like a puppet on a string.

To Frank, he would of course have put her bag down by the bed anyway, but the way her tits jiggled and the way she spoke really did cause his brain to skip a beat, and he was doing it before he realized it.

“Thank you Frank, it really makes me feel so happy and so comfortable being here with you. And I bet this bed is really comfortable too.” She sat down on the bed and bounced on it a little bit, making her tits bounce a lot. 

He stared at them as she kept bouncing, bouncing, bounce… “And I can tell you really care about me being comfortable and happy. Don’t you?”

“Uh, of course I…” she bounced again, and it seemed like she moved her shoulders to make the hypnotic jiggle of her breasts change ever so slightly.

“That,” she bounced, and shifted again and Frank couldn’t believe her tits hadn’t fallen out, and weren’t falling out as he stared at them, “really makes me so happy. I can tell you really care about that. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you’re not just trying to make an easy buck or take advantage of people, especially me. Cause you, know…”

She brushed her hair back with her elbows up in the air and her chest thrust out, then stretched her arms up over her head, “It would be soooo easy to take advantage of me. I’m a very trusting person. This bed feels really comfortable, I bet you have to be a little trusting too, to let people stay in your home, even if it is for money and you do have locks. This bed really does feel soooo comfortable.”

Her nipples, her big nipples, stood out against the tight fabric of her top, and every time she jumped from on thought to another, she shifted, bounced, or jiggled, and the mesmerizing motion of her tits kept distracting him from really grasping what she was saying. 

“You can trust me Frank, I’m sure you trust me already, that’s why you’re letting me stay here.” One of the straps fell down off her shoulder as she kept bouncing on the bed, but slower now, and smaller.

“Oops,” she stopped her jiggling motions just long enough to pull the strap back up, “What was I saying?”

Tiffany put her finger to her lips, and in doing so seemed to accidentally squeeze her tits together between her arms, “That’s right, I just know you feel like you can already trust me, because we’re both really trusting people. We have to be to be able to do this. You and me, sleeping together…” she started to bounce again, “under the same roof. But being able to rest, and relax with each other.” 

She shifted her hips on the bed, and he started down at her as her hypnotic, enthralling tits went form bouncing and jiggling up and down to just jiggling back and forth, and it seemed impossible that they hadn’t fallen out yet. “Because we both need to be comfortable. We both need to just rest, and relax, and trust each other, uh huh?”

She nodded, and he felt the need to nod along, and she bounced a little again, “Do you want to rest, and relax and trust me?”

It wasn’t just the mass of her breasts jiggling either; it was the strange, distracting anxiety of her top barely keeping them in. Even with the crossed straps, her top was so small and her breasts were so big that it seemed inevitable that one or both of them were just going to fall out in all of their massive, bouncing glory. Frank wasn’t a perv or a creep, Tiffany’s breasts were simply undeniable, and he surprised himself by saying, “Rest and relax, and trust you,” echoing the idea she’d put in his head, like it was hidden down in her cleavage, and he found it by staring.

“You’re the best proprietor or homeowner I’ve ever had so far Frank,” she let her hair down and smiled up at him. Something in her tone changed, and he noticed something in her posture, a subtle shift of her hips that seemed to turn her tits, that were still in danger of spilling right out in front of him, away form him. 

“Well, I’ll let you get situated, if you need me for anything…” As compelling and irresistible as the near palpable gravity of his border’s chest was, and as inexplicably captivating and compelling as her voice had become, Frank knew it…

“Frank,” she stood up with a ballet dancer’s fluid grace, making her tits bounce more vigorously than before, “wait!”

The way she said his name, so warm and so sweet, and so soft, and the way she moved, so gracefully and deceptively fast, and the way she commanded him to wait, made him freeze in his tracks. “I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable. I know it’s weird having someone in your house, but you’re making me feel so comfortable, and relaxed, and I do trust you, I just hope you can really relax, and be comfortable while I’m here, and I do want you to trust me. And if you let me…”

She walked up to him, her hips swaying and her tits jiggling as she moved just within her personal space, “I can help you really relax, if you let me. I’m sure I can help you feel much more comfortable with me if we just talk a little bit longer. I know it would help me relax even more, and make me even more comfortable.”

She’d clasped her hands behind her back as she spoke, and as impossible as the circumstances seemed, as she rolled her shoulders back and then continued to feign stretching, her huge, jiggling tits completely entranced him while her sweet words started pushing thoughts out of his head as soon as he had them.

It was her cadence, and it matched her jiggle, and the continued possibility of those tits just falling out of her top. It was like she was reading his mind, whenever her words lost their grip on his focus, or whenever her breasts stopped their enthralling, barely contained jiggling, she would emphasis the other. In those short few words, she’d bounced back and forth, softly overwhelming his mind to the point he couldn’t think of a reason to say no, or say much of anything.

“Will you let me help you relax now Frank? Will you let yourself just be comfortable with me now, just by letting yourself trust me completely now Frank?”

She nodded as she said his name, and nodded again as he stared helplessly at her jiggling, bouncing breasts. They were going to fall right out of her top at any second. They were too big and too bouncy to stay in that little pink top, and Frank was so enthralled by the sight of her huge tanned breasts, and so disarmed by the smooth, constant sound of her voice, that like when she told him to put her bag down, he just said “Yes” without a single thought.

“There’s all kinds of relaxation exercises I could show you,” she made a point to put even more jiggle into her hypnotic bouncing as she said it, “but I think it’s like,” she tilted her head to the side and played with her long, blonde hair and shifted her weight just enough to make the on again and off again jiggling continue, “maybe we were both excited, or nervous about meeting each other, and sometimes it’s like that nervousness is just excitement about something you know is going to happen…” 

Tiffany’s head bobbed side to side as she thought out loud and played with her hair, and her whole body seemed to move like she was dancing with her thoughts. She let the pause last so long that Frank started to become more aware of himself again and felt a nagging social pressure to both continue to listen to his boarder, and a sudden awareness that he should not stare at her overwhelming, bouncing breasts that did seem like they were even closer to pooping out of her top, but the more he waited for her to finish her thought, the more erotically hypnotic her breasts became.

Frank felt himself just sort of given in to the pull of her breasts, and stared down at them and not into her soft brown eyes. As his gaze moved up to her eyes, then back down to her breasts and stayed there, she continued her thought. Her voice felt like a reward for him choosing to just stop trying, and just give in to their hypnotizing jiggle and bounce. 

“And you know it’s inevitable, that thing you know is going to happen, but it’s so big that you can’t stop thinking about it happening. And that’s so, not distracting, it’s the opposite of distracting, but it can be so all consuming that everything, just everything else kind of fades away into the background, right?”

She nodded slowly, and he nodded along as he felt dreamy and disconnected, focused on the soft, bouncing perfection of her breasts, eagerly watching, waiting, knowing it was just a matter of time. The anticipation was just as appealing, just as entrancing as their stop and start bouncing. Her words leaving him hanging, her breasts capturing him until her words came back and pulled his narrowing focus back to her warm, entrancing voice.

 “And you’re so distracted from everything else, because you’re so focused on what you know is going to happen, something you’re excited about, something you’re really excited about happening, that you don’t even realize when you’ve pulled your big cock out for me now, and that’s okay, because you know something is going to happen that you don’t even realize you’re pulling your cock out and stroking it for me, because your cock’s gotten so big and so hard that it’s just aching to spill out of your pants because it’s too tight, and your balls are so pent up that you need to cum, because it feels like you might just start spilling out any second now.”

Frank’s hand moved between his legs as he watched, hypnotized by her breasts and helplessly fascinated by the certainty her tits were going to spill out of her top at any second. She even agreed with him, it was just a matter of time before her massive breasts broke free, and he couldn’t think of anything at all, not anything else, he just couldn’t think.

The eventuality of her breasts spilling out was all that mattered, it was the only thing that mattered.

“You’re so focused on what’s going to happen that nothing else matters anymore. You’re just so focused on something you know is going to happen, that you know is going to happen, that you don’t need to know what’s happening now. And that’s just what’s happening, isn’t it Frank? Do you agree with me? You do don’t you Frank?”

Frank’s cock was in his hand in front of her, and he was working it slowly, staring at her massive chest, “Yeah.”

“Good boy,” she bounced on the balls of her feet, and as she did she subtly pulled down on the lower hem of her top, and as she did, her hypnotic breasts popped right out, “now sleep.”

Frank blinked once, stared at her huge, naked breasts while he held his cock in his hand, and managed one more stroke before his eyes closed, his arms fell to his side, and he started to sag, and sway. Tiffany caught him before he could fall over, and with more strength than he would have expected from her small frame, she held him and moved him over to the bed, and helped him lie down.

Tiffany put her hand n his cock and started to rub very slowly, “Frank, the better you feel, the deeper you’re sinking down into a nice sweet dream for me. You’re dreaming now, sinking down now, as the sound of my voice puts your conscious mind into a very deep sleep. Every word I speak is pulling you deeper, just like staring at my bouncing boobs opened your mind up more and more. It feels good to listen, agree, and obey me Frank, and when you obey me, when you listen to me, and when you agree with me, you make me feel very comfortable and very good. It makes me so happy, and it makes you feel so good, so you’re going to make us both happy and just sink deeper into deep sleep now, deep sleep Frank.”

Tiffany didn’t put her tits away, she just slowly worked his cock as she spoke, and Frank, whose mind had folded in on itself like a piece of paper, moaned softly as he started to sink into the bed, drooling slightly as his mind and body melted under her touch.

“That’s right Frank, deep sleep now, you’re in such a deep sleep, and you feel so good that everything I say is going to simply sneak inside your brain and hide there, just like you started masturbating in front of me without consciously realizing it. Everything I’m putting deep inside your brain is just going to hide there until, just like my big tits, it’s going to spill out. But before it all comes spilling out of you, it’s just going to happen unconsciously. Everything I put inside your mind now is going to change you, but you won’t notice. Everything I’m filling your mind up with is going to just spill out, and when it does, you won’t be able to stop it, but until it does you won’t consciously notice anything that it makes you say, or do.”

She picked up her pace on his cock just enough to make his hips instinctively rise, then she slowed down to barely a brushing, agonizingly slow, stroke.

“And if you ever feel yourself trying to remember what’s happening now, or what exactly happened earlier, you’ll just remember how hypnotized by my breasts you were. You’ll actually think that you were hypnotized by my breasts, and that I didn’t notice. Any time you try and remember what I’m putting in your mind, or any time you try and remember what’s happening now, you’ll just think about how you must have hypnotized yourself staring at my breasts. And I want you to open your eyes and sink even deeper asleep now. Open your eyes and stare at my breasts now Frank.”

Frank opened his eyes and stared up at Tiffany’s huge, exposed breasts as they filled his vision while she kept slowly stroking him. “You just accidentally got so transfixed on my breasts that you accidentally hypnotized yourself. I didn’t do anything, you only don’t remember, because you just zoned out. Look at them, you zoned out so much that you’re dreaming of them now. IN fact, you’re dreaming that…”

Tiffany had been sitting on the side of the bed, now she slide on top of him and wrapped her tits around his cock, “I’m tit fucking you. You’re dreaming of this because you hypnotized yourself staring at my tits, and just zoned out. You zoned out because you’re obsessed with my tits. Now close your eyes and sink even deeper now, even deeper into sleep now Frank, sink so deep for me and be blank. Be Blank Frank now, mind totally blank as I fill your mind up with…”

He felt the dreamy, surreal, warm softness of her breasts wrapped around his cock, and it felt so good. It felt so good to have Tiffany tit fuck him with her amazing breasts, and he was so close to…

Frank woke up with a massive erection, and profoundly achy, swollen balls. It was 3am and he was in his bed, and he had no idea what had become of his late afternoon and evening once he helped Tiffany get situated. Had he really just been so distracted by her tits that he’d gone into a trance and soft of just lost his day? How could he have just lost hours of his life like that? How could he have just gotten so caught up in her jiggling, massive tits and their ever present of spilling out of her top that he’d gone on autopilot? 

He tried to put his night back together, first from the moment she arrived, and he made it as far as showing her around downstairs. He’d felt embarrassed, she’d obviously have known he’d been eye-banging her incredible breasts, and that made him feel like a jerk. But then there was something else inside his mind, something soft, and warm, and wonderfully quiet that washed over him, and his hand slid down between his legs.

He started to stroke himself, half-asleep, sinking into the dreamy softness of her breasts, and he tried to work backwards from being in bed to how he got there, but as he stroked, her breasts smothered everything else with warm, soft, sleep. Frank, as pent up and ready as he was, couldn’t bring himself to completion, nor could he stay awake long enough to try and force it. Instead Tiffany’s soft breasts pulled him into slumber.

The next morning he woke up with no awareness of anything strange from the day before, and a faint amusement around his tremendously buxom border. It was Saturday and he had a lot to do over the weekend, and went downstairs to start his day.

“Oh hi Frank, do you want some coffee?” She was there in the kitchen wearing fuzzy pink slippers, pastel pink and white boy shorts, and a pale pink, spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair was up in a bun, she didn’t have any makeup on, and when she turned to face him as he walked into the room, her left tit spilled right out of her top.

Frank gasped as his cock swelled up and his balls started to pump. The full erection and the orgasm were so surprising, so fast, and so violent, that as he came in his sweatpants he had to lean against the wall to keep from falling over. His mind was scrambled and he closed his eyes.

“Oh, hmm, that’s interesting, I would have thought that would have happened last night. Here, let me help you with that.” Tiffany pulled her other tit out, walked up to him, and pushed her tits together. “Look at them, see only them, and feel every other thought in your head just keep spilling out. Nothing else inside your mind now, just my tits, everything else is all gone, all empty and gone now. Tell me what you are now Frank.”

“Empty,” he couldn’t control his words, and he couldn’t think, all he could do is surrender to her breasts as more and more of his inner self spilled out of his mind, “and gone.”

“Good, and do you remember what I’ve done to you, and why you’re empty and gone?” She grabbed his sticky crotch and started to massage his ultra sensitive and refracting cock.

“I don’t…” he moaned and quivered, “I don’t remember what you make me forget.”

“Good boy, that’s right. No you’re going to go upstairs, take a shower, and come back down here, with no memory of seeing me this morning. Then you are going to take your dirty clothes downstairs to the laundry room and knock on my door, do you understand?” 

She gave him a vigorous stroke through his pants and he said, “Yes, I understand.”

“HI, Tiffany,” he knocked on her door, “I’m doing some laundry, I hope it’s not…”

The door opened and she stood there in the same thing she’d been wearing in the kitchen half an hour before, but Frank had no memory of that. 

“HI Frank, I really need to talk to you about something, could you,” she jiggled and he couldn’t look away from her tits as they came perilously close to spilling out of her top, a top that was far too small to contain her amazing breasts, on that was so small it showed off her midriff because of her large her breasts really were. “Put your laundry down and talk to my first?”

He felt strangely disconnected from his own body as he started to lower his basket, and she smiled and laughed, “Oh, you can put it on the machine, that’s fine.”

Of course that made sense, why would he put his dirty laundry down by her door, “Yeah, sorry, of course.”

He planned to turn from the washing machine to walk through the door into the rented out area, but he had this nagging thought in the back of his head like he was missing something and he stopped dead in his tracks. Being down in the basement was making something shake loose, and he was having a hard time thinking at all, but as he tried to fight the soft fog in his mind, he kept on thinking of her breasts, and they made everything all better, and nice and quiet.

But as the world got quiet and peaceful in his mind, that same docile mind started to spiral into strange blank spots, spots that filled up with her breasts, and memories, crystal clear memories of her huge tits spilling out of her tiny…

“You’re a complicated one Frank, I wasn’t expecting you to have such a complicated subconscious, but that’s okay, we like a challenge, don’t we girls?”

He stared at her, a cold sense of dread creeping down his spine as she tugged at the tiny straps of her tank top and made her hypnotic tits start to jiggle. “But don’t worry Frank, if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s simplify a man’s mind and make him accept the inevitable. You already want to do it, it’s why parts of you are already so obedient, but you were standing there for five minutes, resisting my suggestions and trying to figure things out. Did you realize you’ve just been standing in front of your laundry machine, staring at nothing, when you could be staring at my jiggling, bouncy, hypnotizing tits?”

Frank felt the same softness that clouded his mind start to pull his eyes down to her breasts, her jiggling, bouncing, hypnotic breasts. He’d hypnotized himself staring at her breasts. He’d hypnotized himself into forgetting what happened yesterday, just by staring at her breasts, that’s what she’d said while she’d given him a hand job in…

“What are you doing?” He tried to pull himself away from their soft, compelling, gentle bouncing. He tried to look away from their hypnotic jiggling, and the captivating promise of how they were doing to spill out of her top at any second, but he couldn’t quite pull himself free, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“None of that matters when you’re empty and gone Frank. Nothing else matters, and there’s nothing else to think about, or remember when you’re just waiting for the one thing you know is going to happen. You know it’s going to happen again Frank, and you know it’s going to feel so good, and all that matters is that it is going to happen again. Who I am and why I picked you doesn’t matter, because those are just details, complicated details that are so confusing. They’re nothing like the pleasure you’re going to feel again very soon, and all the details just disappear completely when you’re empty and gone. But you can’t be gone until you’re empty, and you can’t be empty until it happens.”

While Frank couldn’t remember when it happened before, the way Tiffany spoke, and the way she made her breasts dance for him and tease falling out, choosing her words, and her tone, controlling her pace, making everything stop and start in a choreographed assault on his focus like she did yesterday, felt very familiar to him. It was overwhelming, and he stopped himself at the last second from pulling out his hardening cock.

“I don’t,” he couldn’t look away, all he could do was stare and watch, and wait for the inevitability of her tits spilling out of her tiny top. She was a good deal shorter than him, but her breasts were looming over his mind, towering over his consciousness, and her words made it impossible for him to find the path of his own thoughts now. He stared at her jiggling, bouncing, hypnotized breasts, his thought half finished.

“You don’t need to understand anything else, because you’re focused on the only thing that maters now. You know there’s one thing, one big, important thing that’s going to happen. You’re just waiting for it and you can’t think of anything else, but it’s not going to happen out here, you need to follow me to your bedroom now, just follow me to your bedroom okay.”

She didn’t walk towards the stairs, she just started to walk backwards, swaying her hips from side to side and beckoning to him with her hands, making sure to keep her tits bouncing as she shifted her waist like a belly dancer.

‘That’s not my room.” The words surprised him, less than the fact he was following her.

“Of course it’s your room, this is your house, they’re all your rooms, aren’t they? Unless some of them are mine? But I don’t own this house, do I? How could I own this house if you own it and we’re going to your room? That doesn’t make any sense, does it? Does it make sense?”

She swayed and paused, her body danced and swayed like a snake’s, and her hypnotic, jiggling breasts kept draining the thought from him head. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay, I do, I know, and you should listen to me, listen to me, because I know everything. I know what’s going to happen next, I know what you’re so focused on, so focused on one thing that nothing else matters, not what you know or don’t know, not what you do, like surrender and obey me, and not like what you don’t do, resist me and think for yourself, just come here Frank. Come into your bedroom, strip naked, and lie on top of the bed now.”

“This is your bedroom.” He was so confused, and too aroused tot think straight. His cock was so hard and her tits were so soft.

“But if it’s my bedroom, then it’s my house? Is it my house Frank? That doesn’t make sense, because where would you live? Unless you live here, and are renting from me. Are you renting from me Frank? Are you renting my basement from me?”

“I, I don’t…” he was taking off his clothes, doing his best to stare at her tits as they seemed closer than ever to spilling out of her top, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing what she’d told him to, or from trying to make sense of things. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Just like down on your bed, flat on your back with that nice hard cock that makes it too hard to think, and too easy to stare at my tits to resist me. Remember, there’s only one thing you can think about, one thing you’re obsessed with, one thing….”

He moaned as she slid on top of him. He’d obeyed her, he was flat on his back, but now he was deep inside her. He hadn’t seen her slide out of her tiny shorts, and he hardly processed her massive tits getting closer and closer to him and his face as she straddled him.

Now all he could do was star at her jiggling tits as she fucked him. Her slick, tight pussy swallowed him up, and she rode him slowly at first, moaning as she did. As she started to pick up speed, her tits started to bounce faster and faster, and she took her hair down and tossed her head back as she moaned with pleasure. Her fingernails dug into his chest as she fucked him harder and harder, her knees pushing into him like he was a horse she was riding, and his body started to respond.

He was barely conscious now, lost in the warm, wet, softness of her slit, hypnotized by her jiggling breasts, and the closer he came to cumming, the more he fell away into the soft, deep, sleepy trance her tits put him in. His body fucked her back, obediently doing what she wanted, disassociated from his mind, and the dreamy softness of her breasts made his cock feel distant as well. It was so hard that his soft mind couldn’t process it. It was so hard that he couldn’t understand how any part of him, body, mind, or soul, could be that rigid when he was lost in so much softness.

Then, through half closed eyes, one of Tiffany’s tits fell out of her top. “Fuck,” he heard her swear quietly, “that wasn’t supposed to happen yet” and saw her trying to put it back in her top, but it was too late, he exploded inside her harder than he’d ever cum before.

“Oh well, empty and gone again Frank, empty and gone.”

“Frank,” Tiffany’s voice filled his mind as she leaned over his shoulder and pressed her breasts into the back of his head. “I want you to meet someone. Turn around and say hello to my friend Li, she’s going to be staying in the upstairs bedroom for a while.”

Fran had moved his things into the basement from the upstairs bedroom, but nothing else had changed. Tiffany had made it clear that he really needed to keep his work laptop and his office the same, he just couldn’t live upstairs anymore. It was fine, it was her house, so it was her rules.

But as Frank saw the women Tiffany was introducing to him, not a single thought entered his mind. She was shorter than Tiffany, with jet black hair, and much more distinctly east Asian features, but he hardly saw her face, not when her massive tits were so dangerously close to galling out of her black halter.

“You’re going to do whatever Li says, including helping her get a job at your company. And she’s going to make sure you’re nice and happy being empty and gone, do you understand?”

There was nothing to understand, he’d cum in his pants again, and his mind was going blank as one of Li’s nipples popped out. As Frank faded into the deep sleep of being empty and gone he heard them talking.

‘Shit, that was an accident.” Li had a British accent, and a sweet laugh, even though she was laughing at him, “And that? That happens every time he sees a nipple?”

Tiffany’s laughter was the last thing he heard as his cock quivered and his mind spilled out with the last of his cum, “Trust me, it’s a mess but it’s better than when they resist.”