The Robe

“Hello,” Dane looked up from his trunk to see a woman in a big robe standing on her porch. All of the houses in the neighborhood were close to the sidewalk, including the one he was renting with some friends. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

She was… older? He didn’t know, and… frumpy? Maybe plain was the right word for it? Again, he didn’t know. She had plain brown hair up in a messy bun, and glasses, and looked kind of heavy, but she sounded nice, so that was nice.

He waved up at her, “Thanks! Hi.”

There was something about the way she was looking at him, but he just smiled back at her when she smiled at him, then took his last bag into his new house.

None of the other guys were around, so he had a moment to settle in and…

There was a knock.

“Hi… again?” he’d opened the door, and the woman in the robe was standing there.

‘Hello young man,” she said it with a hint of laughter, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I really need some help. I have some heavy objects I need some help with, and…” she let out an embarrassed sigh, “and your friends have all been so helpful, and I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t… I promise, it won’t take more than a moment, and it’ll feel like no time at all, I promise.”

“Uh,” he sighed too and felt the pressure of the moment like he somehow had to say yes to this stranger, and he didn’t know why. And also, it didn’t really seem like a big deal, even if he didn’t want to go into some stranger’s house. “Sure, if it won’t take long.”

“No, honey,” she laughed, but maybe not in relief, again, he didn’t know, “it won’t take long at all.”

They walked across the street and down a house or two to her front door, and he noticed that she might have been wearing a robe like a weird, frumpy cat lady, but she was wearing nice sneakers, and she had noticeable jewelry on, small pieces, but they looked nice, and her skin wasn’t bad. She was just a weird…

They walked into her home, and her living room was nice, clean, neat, no cats in sight, no plastic on the furniture, nothing he’d expect from a weird old lady, and again he had no idea how old she was, anyone over thirty-something was kind of the same age to him, old.

“So, what did you need help with… uh…”

“April, Ms. April May,” she closed the door behind him and walked down into the hallway, “and I’m sorry, I completely forgot to ask you, what’s your name…”

She turned and her robe fell open, revealing two truly massive, naked breasts. Full, natural, and affected by gravity, their unbelievable mass hung there and he stared at those huge tits while trying to process what he was seeing, the fact her name was April May, and also trying to answer her question… but trying to do everything at once, his brain kind of froze and his name was kind of… out of his head…

“Stare!” She said the word so forcefully that it was like a blow to his mind, and for an instant, all he could do was stare at those huge tits. “Just stare and watch them, look at how heavy they are as they swing honey, just watch them swing, back and forth now, back and forth. They’re so big and heavy, but you’re a nice, strong young man, you can just hold them with your eyes…”

They were moving and it took barely any effort, barely any motion from her body to get those huge, pendulous tits to start swaying.

“You can see why I need help with them from a strapping man like yourself, they’re just so big and so heavy, and you can see the way that gravity seems to pull them down, pulling them down, down down, and you can see it as you watch them, the way everything is just being pulled down… down… so heavy now, so hard for me to hold them up under the weight…”

He was starting to blink, and he felt his jaw loosen as he stared, lips parted, brain stuttering to make sense of what he was seeing and what she was saying.

“So hard for your eyes to hold, too heavy for your mind to lift, they’re just so big… too big… too heavy… just watching them swinging back and forth… that’s it honey… back and forth, watching with your eyes… trying to hold them up with just your eyes… back and forth… You’re trying soooo hard, and it’s getting you soo hard… weak and hard… harder and harder as you get weaker and weaker… they’re just so heavy… too heavy… They don’t want you to stay up…”

She scooped up her enormous tits, each one easily larger than her head, warm, soft, all natural, extremely big breasts cradled in her arms, “They just want to drop…”

And her tits fell with a rolling, bounce, “So heavy now, they just need to drop… so heavy, just drop… down… dropping down… you need to drop… feel their weight pushing you down… you need to drop…”

Dane was feeling his knees starting to buckle, his eyes starting to flutter so much he could barely keep them open, and his mind starting to flicker out of awareness as he stared, helplessly entranced by her tits as she lifted them in her arms again, “Just watch them drop… just watch them, so heavy, too heavy, just watch them drop… watch them and drop… down again… all the way down again…”

And again they bounced free, heavy and full and this time, still unable to look away, Dane felt his body drop slowly to a kneeling position on her very nice, very thick carpet.

“Any time you see my heavy, massive, overwhelming tits drop like this…” she lifted and dropped them again, “that’s what you’ll do… you’ll drop too, because all you can do when they overpower you and make you feel so weak… when they make you so hard… so very hard… draining all your strength down to your cock… all you can do is drop.”

He was lost in whatever was happening to him, drooling slightly, body weak and mind disoriented. 

“Here, sweetie, let me help you, I’ll just lift some of this heavy load off your mind…” she pushed her breasts back up again, “feeling lighter and lighter as they come up… that’s it… coming back up… up… up… and hi there honey…”

Dane’s vision narrowed a little and he felt himself taking a deep breath, looking up at her from his knees, unable to process what was happening, and why his middle aged neighbor… with huge fucking boobs… naked boobs that were giving him a raging hard on…

“I can see you’re getting a bit of a second wind, and I’m sorry, what was your name again, you never did tell me… or did you… do you remember?” 

He started at the woman, and as he tried to remember if he’d actually said his name or not, and also why he was doing anything other than standing up and leaving, her tits fell from her hands, dropping down and bouncing and jiggling in all of their entrancingly massive size, and it was like those huge tits displaced his brain with waves of sleepy weakness and arousal.

“That’s it,” she walked up to him and started swaying again, slowly causing her pendulous breasts to swing back and forth in front of his eyes. “They’re just too heavy, too heavy for you, so just watch them swing, back and forth, getting heavier and heavier… harder and harder… draining more of your big strong body’s strength with every swing… draining all of your energy down… down… down… harder and harder as you get heavier and heavier… Cock so stiff and full of blood… balls so swollen and full, so full of my heavy breasts…”

He could feel a weight between his legs, and as his world flickered in and out of dreamy awareness and moments of nothingness, all he could do was moan as his cock twitched and ached, his balls throbbed, and his whole body sank down into itself… pulled down…

“That’s it sweetie… getting heavier and heavier… because your eyes have been trying to lift the massive, heavy weight of my breasts, trying to hold up all their heaviness… weighing down in your mind… smothering you more and more as you struggle harder and harder… and you’re just running out of energy… you’re just so weak… just too weak… and you weren’t as strong as you thought you were to begin with, were you… No, you weren’t… and that hard cock and those swollen balls, all full of you will to resist… all filled with your resolve to keep fighting… it’s all just pulling you deeper down… faster and harder… harder and weaker…”

He moaned again and felt a gasping, throbbing pleasure building up… he was vaguely aware that he was on the verge of cumming, and the parts of him that could identify that had no idea why, or how. that could be happening.

“Back and forth… back and forth… out of power… back and forth, good boy, back and forth… out of endurance… The more you struggle the faster you fall, the more you strain, the deeper you sink… trying so hard… every swing making you harder and harder… getting oh so hard… it feels too hard… you’re too hard now… too hard to hold back now… ”

Dane was dropping to all fours, his whole body feeling tired and weak, and the more he tried to hold up his head, compelled to just keep staring at those huge tits, the faster he fell down, his whole body sinking slowly to all fours. As he fell, he felt the weight of his own balls again, the throbbing, aching, swelling of his cock and balls pulling him down, and he had to struggle out of instinct to stay on all fours… and struggle by the same instinct not to cum in his pants.

“You’ve seen them so you’re feeling how heavy they are, how undeniably, overwhelmingly, overpoweringly heavy, too, heavy now… too weak now… just sink down, all the way down to the floor now, too weak to stand, too weak to kneel, too weak to stay awake any longer. Just sleep now, deep sleep, all spent, all worn out, time to sleep, deep sleep down on the ground, my weak little boy. Just keep watching them swing until you can’t hold it in, hold it up, and keep yourself going any longer… back and forth, time to fall… back and forth… come down to sleep now… cum down for me now..”

His hips thrust at nothing as he started cumming while his eyes rolled up into his head and his body fell sideways.

Dane melted into darkness, spurting in his pants and drooling.

He woke up on her carpet and felt the sticky wetness in his pants, and had no real memory of where he was, or what he was doing.

“There he is,” the woman from across the street was standing there, looking down on him, her robe closed, her hair down in a gentle, full cascade. She had luscious hair and smooth skin for her age… however old she was, and he saw clearly that she wasn’t really frumpy at all, she just… didn’t dress up. That was the easiest way to put it, I mean, she’d knocked on his door in her bathrobe, and she was still wearing it while he…

He was lying on her floor with his pants full of cum, and he had… no…

“Just take it slow my big strong boy,’ her voice was smooth, condescendingly sweet, and he felt very vulnerable and confused. “You weren’t as strong as you thought you were, and my big heavy things were just too much for you, but it’s okay, it happens to all the boys, you’re just never as strong as you think you are, and you can’t really help it, but I can help you if you can get yourself back to your feet now.”

This was unbearable and incomprehensible, Dane had no idea what was happening. He remembered walking over here to help her with something heavy, or that’s what she said, and it was like he’d blacked out and… had a wet dream?

“Lady… did you…” he struggled to his feet, feeling groggy and woozy like he’d woken from a nap before he was ready, “did you drug me? What the fuck is happening?”

“Oh nothing you need to worry your weak little mind with, now that you’re back on your feet. But before you turn around and walk out the door, it’s okay, it’s right behind you, what did you say your name was?”

As she asked, her robe fell open again, and all the fight and all the tension melted out of him, especially as he watched this woman heft the two biggest tits he had ever seen up in her arms, then let them drop.

When those enormous tits became visible, he felt a wave of placidity and sleepiness wash over him, draining his tension, making his shoulders drop, his chin tilt, and his jaw loosen. He stood there, dazed before she even started lifting her tits up, and as she did start to lift them, something did start to spark in his mind. He’d seen this before, this wasn't happening for the first time, this was what she’d…

Her breasts fell, and he sank to his knees, mind emptying as his cock twitched and his balls started to swell up again. For a long moment he knelt there staring at her breasts, seeing nothing else, trying to bring a thought to mind, or to say or do anything… but he was too weak, and those tits were too heavy for him… those huge breasts were simply far too heavy for him, and it was too hard to do anything… he was already getting too hard again to even remember to think… all he could do was stare…

And as her tits started to gently swing back and forth, back and forth in front of his eyes again as she stood over him, gently swaying her chest, compelling him to follow the massive, pendulous, hypnotizing breasts with his eyes, he took a sharp breath as his cock pulsed with pleasure and arousal.

“It doesn’t matter what your name is, does it honey? Not when you see these heavy breasts pinning your conscious mind down, swaying back and forth, battering at the walls of your psyche, so weak and so vulnerable, just like that hard, leaky cock… so powerless and small compared to my massive, heavy breasts… too heavy for you… to powerful for your weak cock, and your weaker mind… So just tell me your name doesn’t matter… tell me you don’t even have a name right now.”

“I don’t have a name right now.” Some sliver of Dane heard himself say that and couldn’t believe it had happened.

“That’s my good little booby boy,” her tits kept swaying gently and he kept watching, staring, eyes fluttering. “And if you don’t have a name, that means you aren’t who you think you are, doesn’t it?”

She lifted up her massive breasts again, slowly, and as she slowly lifted them, some little bit of the curtain she’d brought down in his mind also started to rise, just enough for Dane to perceive that he was behind the curtain, and unable to list it himself.

Then, her tits fell, like an avalanche, a jiggling and bouncing avalanche that made his cock leak and his head nod in agreement with her.

“Tell me you don’t have an identity past being my powerless little booby boy. She’d moved to start playing with one of her tits with both hands, because it took both hands to manage to play with just one. She rolled it in her hands, jiggling it as she massaged it, her incredible tit spilling out of between her fingers, going up and down… up and down… up and down…

Every bounce… bounce… bounce…

Made him aware of what was happening, until the steady up and down led to him falling all the way down.

“I have no identity, I’m just your little booby boy.” Of course, this time when he repeated her words, there was no real him there to know what he was saying, doing, and agreeing to. He just knelt there, eyes half closed, cock hard and balls swollen all over again.

“Stand up, strip naked, and get back down on your knees, booby boy.”

He did as he was told, and she walked up to him and wiped some of the drool from his mouth, “Lift one of my heavy tits to your lips, and suck on my nipple.”

He felt the immense weight of her breast in his hands and started sucking on her large nipple as she stroked his head and moaned. “That’s it booby boy… that’s my good booby baby… a big strong man stripped away into a weak, powerless little booby baby… powerless to resist… powerless to struggle… instantly captivated by my huge tits, so overpowering… so entrancing… so…”

She gasped with pleasure, then groaned and dug her nails into his head as she came.

“So… that’s it booby baby, that’s it… slave… don’t stop sucking on my… fu… ugh… my… fuuuuuuuu… hypnotizing breasts… hypnotized into a powerless, weak little booby baby by my huge, heavy breasts… instantly… automatically… hypnotized into trance when you see them drop… drop… down… so heavy now… too heavy for your weak arms… too heavy to hold even one of them with both hands now…”

He tried and tried to keep holding her breast to his mouth, but he was too weak, it was too much, and his arms fell to his sides. She pulled his head into her chest and rocked him gently side to side as she said, “Too weak to kneel, too weak to stay upright, sleepy booby baby needs to lie down… sleepy booby baby needs to sink to the ground… so weak… so helpless… so powerless… you must obey me and my huge, overpowering, overwhelming boobies… they make my weak little booby baby do whatever I say… they make you believe that everything I say is true, because they’re too heavy for you to argue with… too big for baby to think about anything else… they just make my baby weak and blank, trusting and obedient…”

He slid out from her arms like his bones had turned to mush and he lay there on his back on the thick, plush carpet, naked, cock sticking up and still steadily leaking.

“Such a big strong hard dick for a weak little booby baby, but it’s just like you, it only looks big and strong, really it’s just as weak the rest of you, and if I even brushed it with one of my tits, it would probably explode, and if I even hinted at fucking it, it would cum before it got inside me, wouldn’t it?”

She was standing over him, her tits swaying back and forth again, back and forth… their massive side meant he couldn’t see anything other than those tits swaying over him, his eyes following them, more and more hypnotized by her breasts with every gentle sway.

“Say it, say, I’m a weak little booby baby and if you try to fuck me, I’ll cum before I get inside you.”

The tits rose up held up under one arm, and from this angle it was different and amazing, but the upward motion was enough to lift the curtain again, and Dane, more than half in a dream became aware of himself as he said those words, “I’m a weak little booby baby, and if you try to fuck me, I’ll cum before I get inside you.”

Her tits still hadn’t dropped and she lowered herself over him, taking his cock in her hand as she did, angling it towards her slit, “I’m going to fuck you now booby baby.”

He gasped and made a throaty noise, still vaguely aware of what was happening, still hanging on an ever thinning splinter of conscious awareness, enough to realize he was shooting a massive, ropey load up and all over himself as she angled his cock away, giving him firm, focused, precise tugs as he came.

“Open your eyes my booby baby.”

She moved her arm and her tits fell free.

The lights went out.

“So, uh…” Dane was sitting on her couch drinking a cup of tea, “what was it you wanted my help with?”

He must have spilled some of his tea at one point because his pants were a little damp in the crotch.

They’d been talking for a little bit, and Ms. May, April May, had been telling him about her daughter who was a little older than he was. She was in real estate, and doing quite well for herself apparently, and she’d also told him about the neighborhood, and said she knew his friends… and laughed when he said they hadn’t mentioned her…

“Oh, well, you look kind of tired, kind of… spent… maybe now isn’t the right time.” She was still in her robe, sitting across from him with her own tea, and there was something in the sound of her voice and something in his heart that made him ache to want to help her.

“No, I’m sure whatever it is, I can help, besides, it’ll be better to get it done since I’m over here, right?” She was older, old enough to be his mom, obviously, but she was kind of pretty in her own way. Nice hair, nice skin, sweet smile, nice voice, even if she was kind of…

“I just realized," she stood up and put her tea on a table by her chair, “in all this talk, I didn’t get your name. What’s your name, honey?”

“I’m…” suddenly he felt a wave of confusion and arousal surge through his body, “I’m…”

He was getting hard, rock hard… and why was it so hard for him to just say his…

“I have no name, I have no identity, I am just your weak little booby baby.”

Trapped in his own body, Dane was aware of himself staring at her, aware of what he’d said, and how he’d been powerless to stop himself.

But… but he fought back, hard, and forced himself to his feet, stuttering, just making noises, stuttering vocalizations that were almost the start of words…

Then, her robe opened and his legs buckled and he sank back down onto the couch, weighed down by just the sight of her massive breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” She said the words as the robe fell away. And as she spoke, he felt a throbbing, aching, weak release as he came, or sort of came in his pants. There wasn’t much left in him, and what there was, he’d squirted into his pants… or she’d drawn out of him.

In a brief moment of awareness and clarity after his almost dry orgasm he was keenly aware of April straddling him and pushing a tit into his mouth as he sat on the couch. Totally helpless, he felt her smother him for a moment, stroking his head even as he was gasping for breath between her breasts, then a nipple slid into his mouth and he heard her moan before he fell away into mindlessness and bliss.

Dane understood somewhere that he’d been broken open, that this woman had wholly dominated him and truly cracked his psyche apart.

What he didn’t know was it had taken her less than an hour.

She was right, it really didn’t take long at all.