You wake up…

On the floor?

You feel a wet sticky mess in your shorts and you’re confused. Your brain’s foggy and you realize you’re on the concrete in a garage… in her garage. Your new neighbor’s… it’s hard to think, it’s like you’re still half asleep and your dreams are slipping through your fingers.

You don’t know why you’re lying on the ground or why you’ve cum in your pants, but the garage door is closed and the door into her house is open. You stand up and take a deep breath, then step off of the concrete and onto the carpet in the hallway.

“Hello?” You try and sound confident but you know you sound nervous and confused.

“In here sweetie-pie.” Your neighbor’s voice calls out to you and you feel a tug in the back of your mind. As confused as you are, you still have a potent urge to see her and talk to her, and you find yourself walking into her living room.

That doesn’t seem right though? Why would you want to talk to your old… busty… This should be embarrassing, there’s a wet spot on your shorts where you blew your load and you were just lying there…

Drooling?

Yes, you were drooling, asleep or passed out or something, and you can’t really think straight. You couldn’t even stop yourself from wandering towards her voice as visions of her big tits in that thin white tank top filled your mind.

Now you’re still just standing there, staring at her. 

She stands up from her couch and smiles at you. She is still wearing the white tanktop and cut off jean shorts from earlier, and you just stand there staring at her huge porn star tits, helpless to think, or move, or speak, or do anything except star… especially at the shape of her nipples pressing against the fabric of her top.

You feel warm and horny, like your brain is sinking into a hot tub and your cock twitches as she walks towards you.

“I’m sorry I left you on the cold concrete, but you were so tired out so quickly, it just seemed easier that way. But now that you’re inside, do you think you could help me with something, my big, strong, young man?”

As she speaks she is slowly pulling up her shirt and you get a hint of under-boob, large, heavy, naked under-boob and you feel your cock twitch harder with life and energy. It’s a jolt that moves through you from between your legs and up into your brain, and you want to tell her you’ll do anything for her, but the signal gets lost somewhere and you just stand there staring at the bottoms of her heavy breasts.

You still can’t remember why your underwear is full of cum, and you don’t know how it happened, other than the fact you must have somehow cum in your pants, and all of the…

Suddenly you can look away from her breasts and stare into her dark brown eyes, you see her face so clearly now and you finally recognize her. You recognized her before, as your neighbor, obviously, but you can finally place her.

“You’re um… uh… you’re…” confused and disoriented as you are, so much so that you slowly realize you should also still be embarrassed by the wet spot on your crotch, you’re now embarrassed for a different reason. “I think I’ve… are you… um…”

“I was wondering if maybe you were a fan of my work, but…” she looks down at your growing cock as her shirt comes up and her massive breasts draw your eyes down, "clearly you’re not my biggest fan… but you will be.”

Everything is quieter than it was a second ago, and you feel your shoulders slump and your jaw go loose. The blood rushes to your cock so quickly you feel lightheaded and you stare, standing stock still as she takes her top off. Your neighbor, the former porn star… she wasn’t really your type because you never went in for MILFs… well, not a ton… is standing in front of you, her body still tight, and her tits, so big, so full, so fake and heavy, are holding your mind and body perfectly still.

You can almost remember her stage name…

She looks down at the bulge in your pants and you try to say something but all you can manage is a confused and disoriented “Huh” as you try and make sense of what’s happening.

“That’s right, sinking back down into another inescapable, irresistible, hypnotized wet dream for these.” She pushes her huge tits together. “They’re wrapping around your boobie-brain right now, squeezing and stroking it, tit-fucking it back down into sweet, sticky sleepy time. And you’re still so horny and sleepy, and you’re so ready to do whatever I want now sweetie-pie.”

The disorientation is building along with your erection and as you stare at her tits, sinking deeper into the trance she’s put you in. As you realize that, it activates your memory and you remember what happened before… you remember her hypnotizing you with her breasts… but it doesn’t help.

She starts beckoning to you as she walks backwards towards her couch, “Come here. You can’t resist me, you can’t resist these…” she cups her breasts, “come here and let me give my good little boobie-brain what he needs.”

You feel like you should be pushing back, like you shouldn’t simply do what she’s saying because her tits are out, but…

“That’s right, just feel the outside world drifting away again. Feel your inside world disappearing too, until there’s nothing else, only my breasts… only my voice… only that big hard cock all full of sticky wet dream surrender.”

You’re standing in front of her and she’s sitting on the couch eyeing your cock. You are looking down at her tits and you see her face, her brown eyes sparkle and she smiles as she sees you trying to fight. “What’s the matter sweetie-pie, don’t you want to help me by being my hypnotized boobie-brain?”

You really want to do whatever she says, just thinking about saying yes makes you leak a little, but… but she’s your mom’s age and you have a girlfriend, and why would a former porn star be hypnotizing you with her tits… or hypnotizing you at all. It isn’t magic. It isn’t mind control like in the cartoons.

“I…” you don’t even remember her name, or her stage name… “I have to go, I have a girlfriend, and I…”

She cups a breast and pinches a nipple, “Oh, she’ll be over in a little bit, I texted her while you were sleeping. I can’t wait to meet her, she’s very pretty. And if you have to go, just think about it, she’s coming over here, do you really want to leave her alone with me, or do you want to snuggle up and suck and have a nice sticky dream for me again.”

You’re thinking about sucking on her massive tits, it’s all you’re thinking about. Whatever she was saying about your girlfriend feels distant and far away, like it’s a conversation between two other people in a different room, and all you want to do is whatever she tells you to.

Slowly you find yourself moving towards her, sitting down, and then gently leaning in to suck on her nipples. She strokes the back of your head, “That’s it, good boy, sleepy time for my boobie-brain, sleepy time for sweetie-pie. Remember those words, sleepy time for sweetie-pie, whenever you hear me say them you’ll feel just like you’re feeling right now, and you’ll do whatever I tell you to, because you’re too sleepy and horny to think for yourself.”

You’re so close to cumming, your whole body is desperate for it…

You try and sit up and pull away but she simply holds you close, “Sleepy time for sweetie-pie.”

You feel the veil of horny weakness descend over your mind again, “What’s my boobie-baby dreaming about.”

You mumble something about your phone, and she laughs as she keeps stroking your head after putting her nipple back in your mouth. “Oh, I took it from you, and I’m not giving it back until I’m sure I can trust you to be my good little boy.I need to make sure you’re nice and deep down between my boobs, nice and deeply hypnotized by me, so if you want your phone back you’re going to have to just surrender all the way like a good boy, like you did in my garage, and just obey. Then you can have your phone back.”

You moan as your cock gives in and this time, as you feel yourself falling asleep as you cum, you feel something break inside. She starts talking to you, and you’re aware you’re answering, no longer sucking on her tits, but you don’t understand what either of you are saying.

A thought of your girlfriend flutters through your mind, but it’s replaced by her huge tits.