Never Had a Chance

This story was a commission, which I’m taking again, but only if I like the idea/am inspired by it.

Themes: FD, FM, Extreme Titnosis, Multiple Hypnotists, Brainwashing

Synopsis: A young man has his life redirected by a series of buxom women that all seem to want their version of what’s best for him.

It all started back in college…

“Hey, there,” he looked up from his book as two massive tits in a pale green dress with a plunging neckline adorned by white trim, and long, wavy red hair  loomed over his face, “what are you reading?”

He was at a buddy’s place, couch surfing and crashing for a few days since his new place wasn’t quite ready, and it was kind of a pain in the ass for everyone, especially since it was mid semester, but that’s just how things went.

The tits were still there, as he was reclined on said couch, reading a book on abnormal psychology for class, and whomever this woman was, had her hands on the arm of the couch by his head and was leaning in to get a better look.

He was going to answer her, but before he could, she said, “Oh, I read this, it’s good stuff. I mean, it’s all pretty remedial, and very down the middle, but it’s good enough, especially for basically a text book.”

The boobs disappeared, “I’m guessing you did all your boring requirements first and are knocking your electives out now?”

He sat up and looked at the mystery woman with the huge tits, and they were just as big when they weren’t in danger of pushing down over his face and smothering him… which might not be the worst thing.

Her dress was something a hippie, or someone going for hippie chíc would go for, and it had a flowing skirt with white trim. It was a kind of hippie meets medieval peasant… a peasant dress, the name came to him as he caught himself staring at her deep cleavage.

Her hair was down, and it was long, very long, and her soft, honey brown eyes met his with a smile when he looked up. She was cute, cute enough at least, with a round face that might have been soft and plain, but she radiated confidence and that, with her tits, made it a pretty face. She was older, maybe late 20s, probably early 30s… and she was also barefoot, and wearing various bracelets, and bangles, and it looked like at least two necklaces were tucked into her cleavage.

“Hi,” she held out her hand, “I’m Aurora, I’m the owner. How’s the couch?”

“Owner?” He put his book down and shook her hand as he asked, “Like, this is your house?”

“Yeah,” she took his hand in both her hands, “the house, and everything in it, like the couch. I’m glad we could help you out for a few days, you must be so stressed.”

She was still shaking his hand, but only with one hand now, “I mean, mid semester, things not going right, sleeping on an old couch. I bet you’re barely hanging in there aren’t you, like, you just wish you could unplug and relax right?”

Aurora put her free hand on his elbow, as she kept shaking his hand, and it felt like something was going to happen, but she just kept talking. “I mean, even if you don’t recognize that there’s a lot happening in your life right now, there is, especially, as you probably know, subconsciously.”

There was something about the way she was holding his arm and shaking his hand, and the way she was talking to him, standing closer and closer, crowding into his space, and as she started talking again, she was cupping his elbow, pulling his arm closer to her and pushing back, and he had no idea what to do or say.

“The subconscious is smarter and dumber than the conscious mind, it knows some things, it can be almost psychic, or maybe even fully psychic depending on how you look at things, like if you look at me, you might assume I believe in the psychic power of the human mind, but, when you look at me, or anyone, but when you especially look at me…”

She was pulling him in closer every time she said ‘look at me’...

“That’s your conscious mind making an assumption, while unconsciously, you’re starting to associate the words look at me, with this pulling motion, and your subconscious is going to start associating those words together, but it won’t know why I’m doing these things, while if you had conscious understanding of something, your conscious mind could recognize and put words to something you’re feeling…”

He was starting to have a hard time keeping up with what she was saying.

“But just, look at me,” there was no tug this time, and she let go of his hand and his arm, and it felt like he had been right on the verge of something, but whatever it was, it was gone. “I’m just standing here, blabbing at you about stuff you’re probably tired of talking about or thinking about. I can see it in your eyes, really, you were getting a little glassy and distant, and don’t you think it’s okay to just zone out sometimes? Like when you’re bored, or tired? And I’m just a strange woman talking your ear off while you were reading, distracting you from what you were trying so hard to focus on. Anyway,...”

While she had been talking at him, she’d started fishing out one of the necklaces that was down between her tits, and out slid a simple, clear, oblong crystal. She had been rubbing the chain between her fingers making the crystal spin as it dangled from her hand, in front of her tits for the last half of whatever it was she’d just been saying to him.

“Sorry, I fidget, and I talk too fast, and I say too much,” and it was hard not to get distracted by the crystal, and her breasts, and the way the crystal was right there in front of her breasts. “I can tell I’m making you bored and tired, because you’re already spread so thin, and it just gets harder for you to have to keep on focusing, and adjusting, and adjusting your focus…”

The crystal dropped from her fingers as she started to gesticulate, and as it fell, he watched it land in front of her breasts, and he felt himself blink. His eyelids were suddenly heavy, and he felt a wave of sleepiness come over him.

“But just look at me,” her hand was moving back and forth above her breasts as she talked, above the crystal, and he found himself moving a little closer to her. “Just look at me,” he moved closer still, not a step, just barely a shuffle, “you look like you’re right about to fall asleep on your feet, like you’re about to fall into a deep, deep sleep right here on your feet, and I’m still just talking and talking, while your mind’s wandering back to your book, and what I was saying, and you’re so overwhelmed, and it’s so hard to think…”

He was blinking more, and felt unsteady on his feet, like he just wanted to sit down, or lie down.

“So hard to think, and you just look at me still talking, still pulling your focus, still command your focus when you look at me.” He was even closer to her now, and now her hand was making a pulling motion as she said, “Look at me, just look at me, look at me now.”

He was dazed and confused and couldn’t think straight, and he was so close to her now that he felt her breasts pressing into his chest as she hugged him close, very close and whispered “Sleep” into his ear.

“That’s right, sleep now, eyes closing, body sinking, deep sleep for me now. You’re in my house and you will follow my rules. You are in my house and you will obey my commands, deep sleep now.” 

He collapsed down onto the couch with her guidance, and she straddled him.

He felt her weight on top of him, and felt how easy it was to just sit there with his eyes closed, but he couldn’t let himself stay that way. Things were too weird to simply just be happening, and he forced his eyes open.

“What… what are you…” She was looking down at him, smiling and stroking his face.

“No, no, no, we listen to instructions, we don’t ask questions until the end. So just look at me and listen closely.”

He pushed back on the couch, not to try and get her off of him, but to move closer to her, his head moving towards her breasts. He didn’t have to move far as she leaned in close and pushed her tits into his face.

“Good, that’s it, just like that. You’re tired of thinking, tired of processing, tired of being off balance, wondering what’s going to come next, and what you’re going to do about it. It’s natural to be worn out by all of that, the human mind can only take so much, the human psyche can only endure so much wear and tear, and so much anxiety.”

She sat up straight on him and took his head in both her hands, “Look at me.”

He felt his head trying to move towards her, but she held him where he was, still straddling him, still pinning him. “That’s right, you feel yourself drawn to me, you feel my power, my attraction, and you’ve felt it since you first saw me, since you first heard my voice. There’s something magnetic about me, something deep in your psyche that is drawn to me, and when you look at me, you feel the desire to be near me, to be close to me, and for me to hold you, just like I’m holding you now.”

He let out a little sigh as his body trembled, everything she was saying felt so true, and she was slowly grinding on him. “You want to be close to me, you want to stay in this place,” her dress fell from her shoulders, then her bra, and he sat there staring at her pale, huge, naked tits and the crystal that hung in front of them. “Now that you’re here, you never want to leave. Now that you feel how easy it is to just listen, you always want to follow my voice. Look at me and listen, look and listen, and just let go of everything.”

As his head moved forward, this time she let it happen and cradled his head to her breast, guiding his mouth to a nipple and then holding him there.

“I want you to listen,” she was still grinding on him and he was getting harder and harder, “I want you to be happy.”

She moaned and he groaned, and she repeated herself, “I want you to listen, I want you to be happy.”

Again, she moaned, more intensely this time, and he groaned as he felt his balls start to ache.

“I want you to listen,” her voice was tinged with sexual pleasure, “I want you to be happy.”

Those words sounded so good, it made him happy to hear her voice.

“Listening more makes your life better, listening to me more makes you happier.”

He was fading out as she kept whispering, stroking his head and grinding on him as he sucked on her tits.

“When you listen to me, you’re happy and feel like you can do anything. When you listen to me, you feel happy and focused. When you listen to me, and let me think for you, your life is better, you’re better, you’re happier. And you want to be happy, so you want to listen. You want your life to be easier, so you want me to think for you.”

He’d never been much of a wet-dreamer, and he didn’t tend to blow his load quickly, but something about what she was doing had him on the edge of cumming in his pants. Whatever was happening, which he didn’t really know, understand, and wouldn’t really remember, was making his whole body melt into pleasure, and throb with the need to release.

“Just listen to me,” she stood up and her dress fell away, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, ”stand up and strip naked. You’ll feel so happy showing me that cock.”

God, she was right, it felt so good to just do what she said, and he was standing there in the living room, naked, with her. A lot of people lived in the house, anyone could be home at any moment, but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was listening to her.

She turned around, braced herself on the arm of the couch and looked over her shoulder, “Fuck me till you’re empty.”

He slid himself into her and started thrusting and pumping, hard and fast and desperate to cum. “Now tell me you’ll always listen, tell me you want to be happy.”

His mouth started moving with the same almost involuntary focus and intensity as his hips. “I want to listen, I want to be happy.”