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🕑 Added 2024-04-20 05:09:35 +0000 UTCDo You Want to…
A Smuthunter Story
PDF included, check my site for details, but this is a pretty down the middle one of my stories :D
It was raining. Hard.
The world was gray and dark outside, the sun lost behind hard, dark clouds that were pouring rain in large, heavy drops.
Not really ideal for hiking… not really ideal for what they’d all gone out to the mountain for. Of course they weren’t really in the mountains, nestled down in a nice hotel, designed to feel like a rustic lodge in the foothills, but it was close enough.
“Would you like to…” Yulia’s voice came over him like her shadow, and he looked up from his book, first to get a tremendous eyeful of her enormous breasts, then up to her face, and smiled at her as she said “Go for a walk with me Carl?”
“In this?” he laughed.
She wasn’t dressed for a walk or a hike, not in this weather. She was wearing outdoor grade black athleisure leggings, the kind with the the wide hexagon patterns, and a very tight, white top that looked like some kind of combination tank-top and sports bra, which with her chest, made her massive tits look like they were both about to spill out, and like they were pushed in and compressed.
It was hard not to stare, not because he was leering at her, but because her tits were just there, and they commanded attention.
“No,” Yulia’s accent was strong, but she was easy to understand. “I can take you on a guided journey from inside of here, since I know you are sad about the weather.”
She was studying abroad in America, and Carl's younger sister had brought her along on the trip. Carl was only a couple years out of college, and the long weekend getaway was supposed to include his girlfriend, his sister who like Yulia was in her third year at college, and a few of other friends, including Yulia, but his girlfriend and his buddies were all running a day late.
So now he was alone with his sister and her incredibly buxom friend, rained in.
Sure, they could have braved it, they had rain gear, but….
“It would be a guided meditation exercise.” Yulia had bright brown eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and very soft, round features. “I cannot do this with your sister, as I cannot do it with someone from my class, and I do need to do this assignment for my program, so it would be,” she shifted a little and her tits commanded his focus “a big help for me.”
Her big tits couldn’t help but command his focus.
Before he could say anything, she pulled a chair up to sit across from him and sat down. The motion made her jiggle, and he was doing his level best not to stare. “We can even do this here, the common room is empty except for you, it is quiet enough now. And it will only take a few minutes, and I would not ask you if I did not think it would be something you enjoy.”
“In fact, it is so simple, all you must do is take a deep breast in,”
Breast?
Had she just said breast?
Carl assumed it was probably just how he heard her accent. It was Central, or Eastern European, or Russian, he didn’t know and hadn’t asked.
As he pondered if he’d heard her say ‘breast’ she just kept talking at him. When she’d said ‘take a deep breast’, he had watched, accidentally transfixed by her tits as she took a very deep breath in, thrusting her chest out, before exhaling.
“Then breeze it all out, and focus, softly, letting your eyes become soft and warm, as you focus on me for just a few moments. It is quite relaxing and easy, this exercise makes the mind very warm, and heavy, very relaxed, like the eyes. You are already focused on me, so just take a deep breast now.”
He heard it again, and laughed a little. He also laughed at her saying breeze instead of breathe, but not in any mocking way, just amusement. It was enough to put his mind at ease. He also assumed that Yulia, being as well endowed as she was, had also simply put her tits on his mind, and that was on him, not on her.
“It is silly, I know, but let yourself have a little laugh, and let your laughter release the business in your feelings before you focus more fully, so present and fully on me.”
Carl put his book down, and feeling both cornered by her, and bullied by her demanding and encouraging tone, took a deep breath with her, once again watching Yulia as she stuck her tits out with her inhale.
“Yes, Carl, take a big, deep breast in, filling your lungs fully as you feel the large heavy weight of this breast.” She stared deeply into his eyes, focused, and sincere. He knew this was just a question of how he was hearing her accent, the TH became an S, like she was saying “bres” which he heard as “breast”.
That was the same thing with breathe and breeze, and he also watched her hand rise and fall with her breath, the slow movement happening in front of her large breasts. It really just was her accent.
“Now hold the big, heavy breast for 3, yes, staying focused on me, 2, you are already ready to simply relax, and 1, close your eyes as you breeze out.” He followed her instructions, and as she told him to close his eyes, she moved her hand down.
His eyes felt like they had closed on their own.
“You are focused on me, and feeling comfortable. Your mind is clear and open, and take one moment to open your eyes again Carl. It is easy for you to do now, to open your eyes and focus on me.”
He blinked his eyes open and noticed how his body felt suddenly warmer and heavier.
“Your mind is very ready for this, and needs to very much, you are responding so quickly and easily. You have a busy mind, one full of all of the planning for this trip, and waiting for others, and missing your girlfriend, and it needs this rest and this journey, so simply keep focused on me now.”
As she talked at him, she spoke as much with her hands as her words, continuously gesturing in front of her breasts, and Carl felt a little bad about continuing to stare at her massive tits, tits that were unmistakably on display.
But that wasn’t really fair of him to think, she had huge breasts, there was no way for them not to be on display.
Sure yes,he thought about how she had then “out”, but there was also something naive about her whole vibe, something innocent about the way she presented herself to him and talked at him. He also just assumed, rightly, that between fashion standards and their plans for what was supposed to be a sunny weakened, and just the size of her breasts, she was just wearing a top that she felt looked good on her.
He was better than that, better than making assumptions about her based on how she dressed. He also wasn’t quite good enough to stop himself from staring on and off.
He had those thoughts as she talked at him, gesturing, and as he looked into her eyes, the motion of her hands caught his gaze, and he found himself peeking down at her voluminous breasts again… and so soon after he’d managed to stop himself from staring.
“You are a natural at doing this exercise Carl, and on top of truly needing this moment of mental decompression. You are taking to what I am saying so easily now. It is easy and natural for you to take one more deep breast with me…”
He watched her chest rise as she stuck it out at him while breathing in, “Yes, just one more, big breast, heavy and full as you breeze it in, all the way to your center, to your core, making this one big breast the center of all of your focus now.”
He breathed in deep with her, his eyes moving to her eyes, and then down to her jutting tits as she moved her hands with her breathing. “Now hold the breast, hold it in your mind, and put all of your mental energy in between the breast now, in between you and the breast, and breeze out everything.”
It looked like she was pointing down into her cleavage, and he felt a weight lifting as he exhaled.
“Yes, that is it, feel the heavy weight as you let go of the breast and let go of your busy mind and busy thoughts, carried away by the breast, letting the big, heavy breast empty your mind… feeling the heavy weight of the breast… and close your eyes again Carl, close your eyes again and let go of everything, everything except the sound of my voice and the next breast you take… only focusing on the next breast, as you hear my words.”
His eyes closed and he felt his mind and body shifting, sinking down into the chair as a sense of peace and quiet, a deep relaxation, moved through him. Then he felt himself inhale, deep and slow, thinking of Yulia’s breasts as he did, and laughed to himself.
They were just so big, he was trying not to stare, he really was, but he couldn’t help it. He tried not to, he did, but they were just there… and his eyes kept going there too.
“Laughter is good, it is the mind relaxing and opening up, which will make the visualization continue to come naturally to you. Just focus your body on the next deep, full breast you feel filling your focus, and soon, the big breasts will quietly fade from your awareness, and you will begin to visualize what I describe. But until then, breasts will come and go through the focus of your physical mind, and you will open up more and more to immersion in my words as you feel the breeze out emptying you of any distractions or outside thoughts. Focus on big, relaxing breasts, and notice how when you feel the breeze out, it is like it blows away all other thoughts.”
Carl felt himself continuing to sink down into the chair, and the deeper he sank into it, the more he found himself accidentally thinking of Yulia’s tits, but as she started talking about a warm sunny day, and a bright blue sky, his mind started to wander. She described a single cloud on the wind, on the breeze, floating along across the warm, relaxing, blue sky, and as it floated along, he started to float with it…
Into a dreamy nature hike on a perfect day, just like the kind of days he imagined the weekend would be full of. She described trees, and hills, and a lake in a valley, and as she described everything, he found himself walking after her, following her down towards the water, down into the cool, quiet shade, feeling his body warm from the sun… and the longer she led him, the easier it was to follow her all the way down.
Down..
Down…
Until he was staring at his own reflection in the water, seeing how peaceful and relaxed his face was. His mind was quiet, the world was quiet.
“And now, take a deep breast in, remembering these feelings, and as you breeze out, watch the ripples in the water, like throwing a rock into it, and as the ripples spread out to the edges, you can feel your awareness moving out to the edges of your body now. And when you are ready to be back into your body, and back into your mind, into the chair, in the room, in the lodge, you can open your eyes… open your eyes…”
He was blinking and yawning, “Yes, open your eyes and have a stretch as you feel yourself moving all the way back into the here and now.”
Carl stretched and yawned, and felt a deep sense of peace and calm. “Wow, that was… wow.”
The second wow came when he saw what time it was, “That was an hour?”
“Yes, time distortion is quite natural with hypnotic trance. So are the feelings you have of calm, and relaxation in body and mind you are feeling. Very deep hypnosis is powerfully refreshing, and can duplicate sleep recovery, so it is like you have just had a very good nap, yes?”
“Yeah, I do feel,” he did feel rested, and refreshed. He did feel… his eyes fell back down to her breasts as she put her fingers on her chest and nodded as he answered. “Wait a second,” Carl had to push through a deep and calming layer of relaxation to force himself to sit forward in his chair, “you didn’t tell me you were going to hypnotize me.”
He didn’t know if he was angry at her or not, but he did feel a little deceived.
It was also hard to hold on to his feelings as everything seemed so quiet and peaceful in his mind. It would have been so much easier to just sit back, relax, and listen to her explain, but… but… he was going say something else, except her tits kept distracting him.
“I am sorry, that is what guided visualization is, it is a kind of hypnosis, and it is sometimes what people say instead of hypnosis, because as you are showing now, hypnosis has such a loaded meaning. But you can relax Carl, it was only an exercise for me to practice certain tools to guide you into trance, and to help me learn how to use focus. It is focus, and relaxation, and then it is suggestibility. The more focused and relaxed you become, the deeper into trance you go, and the more you visualize things more clearly. That was the only suggestions I gave you, to relax and focus more, and to visualize more.”
As she said the words relax and focus, he found himself relaxing and focusing on what she was saying… and on her breasts. That came from the fact she was still sitting across from him, leaning forward enough to give him an even better view of her tits than before. He hadn’t been looking at her to look down her top, but it was unavoidable.
Unavoidable, and welcoming.
He sat back in his chair without thinking about it.
“Yes Carl, I promise, it was just to help you focus, and relax, which was easy for you to do Carl as you are a natural at this. You did not need my help to focus…” his eyelids were starting to flutter and his body was sinking back down, deeper down into the chair just like his focus was sinking deeper down into her cleavage, and he tried to look away from her breasts, to more fully pull his gaze away from their enormity, but…
“And relax. You were very good, it was good practice for me, easy practice. But you look like you are still maybe not as awake as you felt a moment ago, so I think you should follow me, and I will take you back to your room, okay.”
He couldn’t do it.
Follow me.
Her cleavage was pulling him in.
Follow me.
His mind was slowing down, relaxing into the flow of her words, into the sound of her voice, and into her cleavage.
Follow me.
Those words pulled at him, causing him to stand up from his chair as she stood up.
Follow me.
Those two words were the words she’d said to him over and over on their “walk”. He followed her along the trails, up the hills, down to the lake, everywhere.
Follow me.
Those were the words, but Carl didn’t recognize them or put that connection together in his head.
Instead, he followed Yulia as she led him up the stairs back to their rooms.
“Yulia,” they walked past his room, “that was my room.”
“Follow me, Carl,” he’d tried not to eye bang his sister’s friend, but Yulia didn’t just have, great, huge tits, she had curves everywhere, and even in his mind’s eye as he followed her through the visualized hike, he’d found himself thinking about what her ass would look like… hazy, dreamy, but vivid memories of watching her walk up an incline, watching her ass swaying… “Just follow me Carl, I know where to take you.”
The ‘where’ was down the hall to her room.
“I think we need to speak more, I realize I have questions for you, and maybe now, if you are feeling focused and relaxed enough,” she had turned to face him and as she said those words, focus and relax, his eyes fell from her smiling, face, and her soft warm eyes, down from her pouty lips, to her massive breasts, still pushed and squeezed, and lifted by her top. “If you are able to just answer my questions, I can do my assignment survey now, and that would be very good for me.”
“Yulia, I um,” he felt a flush of heat in his face, because when she stopped talking, when he stopped hearing her accent and her cadence, the smooth, and steady flow of her words, her… hypnotic voice… He realized all too acutely that he was practically drooling over her tits. “I’m feeling a lot more awake, can’t we do this downstairs? I don’t even know why we came up here…”
“It is okay Carl, just follow me,” she put her fingers back to her breast again, “into my room, and you will be able to relax and focus on what you are feeling, and how you can help me. You do still want to help me, yes?”
He nodded, not by choice, but because she nodded too.
“Yes, just focus and relax,” her fingers brushed across her breast. “Focus and relax, because you do truly want to help me, don’t you? I promise, it will only take a few minutes?”
The steadiness of her voice, and the sincerity of her question put him on his heels, but he didn’t realize that until after he’d followed her into her room, and she shut the door behind them. “Yulia, listen, this feels kind of weird, and I didn’t really agree to have you hypnotize me, and I don’t really remember everything that happened…”
It was easier to think when she wasn’t looking at him… when he wasn’t looking at her tits, but she turned back to face him, and he tried to look at her face, but his eyes fell back to her breasts… back down into her cleavage.
“That is okay Carl,” she had led him into the middle of her room, and was between him and the door, “it is natural, as I said, to feel time distortions. But I think you do remember everything that happened. You can follow me back into the memory of the experience now, follow me back down into the memory of following me, and follow me back to feeling so focused and relaxed.”
He managed to force himself to look into her eyes and she just stood there in front of him, speaking confidently and looking into his eyes, at least until he felt himself blinking… blinking and feeling his eyes drop down to her…
“Yes, follow me into a deep, calm, centering breast… and as you feel the breeze come out, let it blow away your confusion and your nervous energy. Just be in the breast, and follow me, follow my breast, as you focus, and relax, and listen. This is just a class assignment, I only need to speak with you here, quietly, alone, where we can discuss in private your experiences, and so I can fill out my questionnaire from my professor. This makes sense to you more and more, the more you focus on the breast, relaxing with the breeze you feel, blowing out all of your distracting anxiety. Just follow me to my bed, and sit with me, and I will ask you the questions now.”
He was disoriented, and his body was moving faster than his brain. It wasn’t far to go to get to her bed, and he expected her to sit down next to him, but instead she stood in front of him, looking down at him.
“My assignment is to practice hypnosis on someone who is not in the class, and who, ideally does not have experience with being hypnotized, and ideally, I am to tell you as I did that it was a guided visualization experience, so you would not make conscious or subconscious assumptions about what was happening. Does this make sense to you?”
She had her phone in her hand as she spoke, and he looked at her quizzically, or as quizzically as he could manage. From where she was standing, it was easy to stare at her chest, and it was getting harder and harder to look up into her eyes.
“It is for the class, I am filling out the questionnaire. It is yes/no, so we can both focus on the questions and relax. Is it okay, if I say yes for you that this does all make sense?”
Carl wondered if he had just fallen asleep with his eyes open… “Are you still hypnotizing me?”
“That is a very good question, and it is on my list. So I will say yes, you understand, and I will ask you the questions that will eventually lead to that one, and then a few more, and we will be done. The sooner you are done, the sooner we are done. So yes or no, did you feel relaxed while you were hypnotized?”
“Yes.”
“Were you focused on the sound of my voice while you were hypnotized?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have any wandering thoughts during the process?”
“Ye… no….”
“Interesting Carl,” she lowered her phone. “So the entire time, you were just fully engaged with me?”
“I, um… I think I was.”
The last few minutes were fuzzy, and he was disoriented, lost in the conversation, and didn’t know why he’d almost said yes.
“So you really were completely focused on the process, and you were very relaxed. On my questionnaire there are also scale questions.” She brought her phone back up, “On a scale of ten to one, with ten being the most active, and one being the most relaxed, say yes, when I say the number that describes how your body feels right now. Your mind is focused and relaxed…”
She was holding her phone up high for some reason, and those words made his eyes drop back down to her tits again.
Back down into her deep cleavage again.
He didn’t know when he’d stopped staring at her tits, and didn’t realize he was doing it again at first…
“6? 5? 4?” How had he missed those numbers?
“Yulia, can we please stop? I keep, I don’t know… It’s just. I feel like you’re still doing things to me and…”
“It is okay Carl, I promise nothing is happening to you, you are just having psychosomatic reactions to the idea of being hypnotized by me. It shows me you are a very suggestible person in many ways, and now you know you are a very suggestible person, so that can help you be more present… and that can help you relax now… letting go of worries… and you can focus on a calming, deep, centering breast. It is easy, and we will be done soon.”
Carl felt himself take a deep breath, and blinked, and as his eyes fluttered, he stared at her breasts, staring vacantly ahead at her soft, huge tits.
They were so big, and so soft.
They were just there, compelling his eyes, commanding him to focus and relax.
“And since you are very suggestible as we have discovered, I wonder if I told you that you felt physically relaxed at 3, you would feel that relaxed, and you would agree too if I said 2, so I think now, as you focus on the breast, just focus on the breast, only on the breast and nothing else now, we can agree you are all the way relaxed down to 1.”
Carl felt a warm wave of placid, deep contentment wash over him, and like everything else, it was disassociating and disorienting.
He was focused on her breasts, only on her breasts, and nothing else.
“You are feeling so much better now, and now as you feel fully physically relaxed, We will go through the scale for your mental relaxation. And to make it easy on you, since you are so suggestible and you are natural at this, we will assume you feel like you are at 10 now, and every number getting smaller will make you more mentally relaxed.”
“That sounds like more hypnosis…” the words just came out of Carl’s mouth, and he felt the fog lift from his eyes, as he managed to look away from her tits and back at her face.
Everything was slow and soft.
Everything was quiet, and she smiled at him.
He saw that as he looked at her soft, pretty face.
His focus was softening, like her soft, soft breasts.
“That is okay that you think that, it is the assumptions your suggestible mind is making. And since you are so suggestible, I cannot get an accurate answer from you unless it is 1, but we cannot get to 1, unless we start at 10, 9, 8, feeling your mind relaxing, as you focus on the next big breast… 7, 6, 5, each breast is bigger and heavier than before, calming you… making it easier to focus, only focus as you relax all the way down 2, 1… that is it, mind relaxed and open, able to simply answer and respond, and do what you are told free from critical thinking and awareness now.”
All of that sounded perfectly reasonable, and he didn’t even notice that she’d skipped 4 and 3.
He was focused on her breasts.
“Now, back to yes or no. Do you remember what happened in our session?”
“Yes.”
Only her breasts.
“Did it feel good to have those experiences?”
“Yes.”
Nothing but her breasts.
“Is it possible you forgot parts of the session?”
“Yes.”
His mind was quiet.
“Do you think you remember everything from our session?”
“Yes.”
HIs mind was blank.
“Do you think you might have forgotten elements of our session?
“Yes.”
It was so easy to just agree, free of thought, free of critical awareness.
“Do you remember everything someone says to you in a conversation?
“Ye…” he paused, “No, no I don’t.”
He felt himself taking a deeper breath, and didn’t know when his breathing had gotten shallower. Saying yes over and over had gotten easy, and he didn’t know what he’d been answering, not until that last question made him need to think.
It was easy to just go along and answer her, because saying yes felt like agreeing, and everything about her was compelling him to just want to agree… to make things easy on her… to just get everything over with… to not have to think… to just say yes and stare at her tits…
It had been so easy to just sort of sit there and stare at her breasts, her huge breasts that looked so soft, so nice, and full, and so soft…
It had been so easy to sit there and lose himself in her cleavage, cleavage that was so deep he couldn’t get out of it.
It had been so easy to just sit there and get lost between her tits… her massive tits.
“Since you don’t remember everything people say, and I said quite a bit to you, then it follows you don’t remember everything I said to you then, does it?”
“Uh… yes…” he didn’t notice that she wasn’t looking at her phone anymore.
“Do you remember any post hypnotic suggestions or instructions I gave you?”
He stared at her tits and his mind started to hum, had she put something in his brain that he couldn’t remember?
“Focus and relax,” he blinked and felt his neck and shoulders relax again as his chin dipped and his gaze sunk down into her cleavage. “And answer the question, yes or no?”
Her tits muffled the world. Her massive tits smothered his own inner voice.
“No, I…” Carl was going to say more, or ask something, since it felt like there were more words in his brain, but they came too slowly, squeezed between her cleavage, and she cut him off.
“Is it possible,” her voice softened, and that made her accent stand out even more “that you do not remember a suggestion I gave you?”
He sat there staring up at her in a warm, foggy daze, staring at her tits that loomed over him. She wasn’t tall, but she, and her massive breasts, seemed to tower over him. He was lost, fluttering in and out of being aware of just how in and out of it he was.
“I think I’d remember…” He stopped himself.
Hearing his own voice spurred his mind back into something like functionality.
Wasn’t that sort of a cliche about hypnosis?
Being told to do something and not remember it?
She had told him he was very suggestible, how could she have known that?
Did she actually know that?
“I don’t know. I don’t remember if you did or not.”
Puting the answer he just gave her together was hard, and draining. After he spoke it was like all of his other ideas slipped out with the words, and he was left blank, and he was back to staring at her breasts in a daze.
Focused only on her breasts.
Nothing but her brea…
Could that have been it?
His mind was reaching for something, intermittently sparking to life and fading out in the long few seconds before she spoke again.
Could she have…
“Oh Carl, your mind is very confused, just relax and focus on my question. Your conscious mind is confused by what is and is not happening, and what is and is not possible hypnosis or hypnotic effects on you, And you see why I said guided visualization before. But you can relax your mind Carl, relax and focus on the now, because we have established you do not remember everything someone says to you in a conversation, so it is natural you would not consciously remember everything said to your subconscious. So now, we will move on.”
He felt himself taking a deep breath… deep breast… her breasts were just right there, looming over him, filling his vision, and the more he stared at her, at them, not on purpose, just haplessly, mindlessly, automatically, the harder it got for him to look away.
It only felt like it was getting harder, because the truth was, he hadn’t tried, and for most of the time since he sat down, he hadn't been aware he was doing it… except for when he had moments of clarity about how massive they were… how huge and…
“I’m…” he was going to say ‘really out of it’, but he blinked, and his eyes wanted to stay closed.
“Yes, that is it Carl, just focus and relax, take another deep breast, and follow me down the questionnaire. I know you are mentally very drained, but it is important for you to open your eyes and look at me while we speak. It is important for me to see your reactions as you answer. Is your name Carl?”
“Yes.” He answered without opening his eyes, and then forced them to flutter open just a little bit.
”Is your sister named Courtney?”
“I… uh…” Yulia’s voice had gotten even softer, her words sweeter, and he was having a hard time keeping from sinking down into the bed.”Yes, Courtney’s my younger sister.”
“Very good Carl. Do you have a girlfriend?”
These questions didn’t seem to make sense.
“I…” he closed his eyes and started to fall down into the blackness behind his eyes. “I…” Something was funny, fuzzy and out of reach, and the more he fell, the further away it got.
“Open your eyes and look at me Carl, focus and relax, and look at me.” She was cooing to him, gently pulling on his consciousness and leading him back towards the surface, back towards her. “Do you have a girlfriend Carl?”
“Yes,” of course he did.
How had that slipped out of his head a second ago?
“We are almost done. Do you want me to do well on this assignment?”
“Yes… sure… I, don’t…” He was falling back down again, back down into her cleavage, deeper in between her breasts, her massive breasts. “Yes.”
“I know you do, because you were so willing to follow me, so willing to focus and relax, and follow me Carl, down into my guided visualization, down into hypnosis. And I know you want to help me because you are very suggestible, and by asking, I have put the idea in your mind that you can help me just by doing what you have already agreed to do. Since it is a suggestion you already agree with it, because you are a kind man, it is too easy for you to say yes. But for me to succeed, I need to make sure the suggestion I gave you actually implanted, and that you didn’ just fall to sleep. So, I will ask you a question again, and you will focus and relax, and follow me, because you are susceptible, and I am telling you, do you have a girlfriend?”
He sat there, staring at her tits, eyes fluttering, falling down into the dark every time they closed, only to open again, leaving him even more disoriented and placid.
“Yuh…” he wondered if he was supposed to lie or not, but it was too hard to try and figure out the right or the wrong answer. “Yes.”
“Very good Carl. Now, is it easy to focus on my breasts?”
“Yes.” He might not have heard the ‘s’ at the end of the world, and thought she said breath, or he might have just automatically answered the question honestly.
“Do I have very large breasts Carl?”
“Yes.” Again, the way she had said breath, breast, had trained him to think of breathing, and not her chest… but as he kept disassociating, it was easier to just react to the immediacy of the moment.
“Are your girlfriend’s breasts smaller than mine?”
That question lacked any and all ambiguity, but he was not thinking clearly, “Yes.”
He felt a jolt, and started to feel the world come back into focus…
“Just relax, take a deep breath in,” there was no ambiguity in the word breath, he heard her say breath, not breast, “and as you breathe out, just focus and relax, and follow me, follow my questions.”
Waves of heaviness, mentally and physically, washed over him
“Do you like my big breasts Carl?
“Yes.”
“Did you know I was telling you to focus on my breasts the entire time Carl?”
The way she said his name, the way she said everything, was so delicate and methodical… and every word she spoke became more and more overpowering.
“Yes…” he was answering before recognizing the question. “No, I didn’t.”
“Then why did you say yes?”
Yulia was closer to him, her phone nowhere in sight, her hands cupping her tits, and he sat there, body limp, mind slack, words coming out of his mouth like a reflex test at the doctor’s office.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Because,” she pulled off her top and her huge breasts bounced free, “you are highly suggestible and deeply hypnotized, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” he stared at her beautiful, massive breasts and felt his cock swelling and the blood draining out of his head.
“And you were hypnotized by my breasts, you realize that now, yes?” She was playing with her nipples, her large nipples, pinching them, making them stand out.
He stared, blinking, jaw loose, staring at those large, suckable nipples between her fingers, “Yes.”
“You are hypnotized by my breasts, and my breasts make you highly suggestible, don’t they, Carl?”
“Yes…” he was drooling a little, and every question she asked him, using that same smooth, smothering, richly accented voice just made him feel more and more enthralled by her, and less and less like he was thinking at all.
“I want you to say it, Carl. Say I am hypnotized by Yulia’s breasts, and Yulia’s breasts make me highly suggestible.”
“I am hypnotized by Yulia’s breasts, and Yulia’s breasts make me highly suggestible.” The words tumbled out of him, and he didn’t know if they meant anything, but they felt true.
“I am powerless to resist Yulia’s tits and her breast induced hypnotic suggestions.”
She nodded as she said the words, and he felt himself nodding along with her. His mouth was moving, he was responding, repeating, obeying, and none of it mattered because he was barely there.
“Stare at my tits and forget all about your girlfriend, Carl. You can do this, and you must do this, because this is a hypnotic suggestion from my hypnotizing breasts, one you cannot resist. You are too naturally suggestible, and too easily hypnotized by my breasts. You understand now that this is a hypnotic suggestion from my hypnotic breasts, and you are far too suggestible and far too powerless to resist in the face of my breasts, in sight of my naked breasts.”
He blinked and slumped down into his body more.
Carl was gone, his eyes were open but he was not consciously there.
Reflexively, instinctively, part of him knew he had a girlfriend, he could remember her face… her body… but her name was fading from his mind as those tits got closer and closer, larger and larger… while his cock got harder and harder.
All he could do was sit there and stare.
All he could do was sit there and stare as she leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders, pushing him flat on the bed, before crawling on top of him, her tits… her massive tits… dangling over his face.
“You just watch them swing Carl, you know, like hypnotists have pocket watches and crystals, you just watch them swing back and forth, back and forth, more hypnotized the longer you stare… more hypnotized every time your eyes close… more hypnotized every time your eyes open, once you realize they have closed and you have fallen even deeper under my power.”
He drifted down into darkness, unable to see anything except her breasts, feeling his cock throbbing and pulsing almost in time with their massive swinging, and as he stared up at them… watching them sway back and forth… pendulous, huge, natural breasts that made him feel so susceptible… so helplessly suggestible… he didn’t know when his eyes closed…
Not until he felt his body jerk as his eyes shot open… to stare… helpless… powerless… overwhelmed by their gentle, irresistible shape, size, and sway… back and forth… back and forth…
“Do you have a girlfriend, Carl?”
“I…” forget your girlfriend… how could he forget something he didn’t have… but he couldn’t remember something he forgot… “I don’t know.”
It wasn’t that he’d forgotten her… had he… her name was gone… her face was gone… her body was gone… lost, like everything else, under the dominating, hypnotizing power of Yulia’s breasts…
“You would remember if you had a girlfriend or not, so we will take that as a no, yes Carl?”
His eyes had closed again, and he jerked ‘awake’ once more, but this time there wasn’t even a moment of disorientation, eyes opened or closed, he was the same.
He was gone.
“Yes.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, you wouldn’t be up in my room, staring at my naked tits, if you did. You are not that kind of guy… even though my breasts have always attracted you, haven’t they Carl?”
Back and forth, back and forth, her milky white massive breasts dangled and swung, and while what she was saying about her breasts simply wasn’t true… every slow and gentle swing of them in front of his eyes made him want to agree with her.
“Yes Carl,” back and forth, softly, gently… hypnotically… so hypnotically… “you can admit it, you have always been drawn to my breasts. They are very big, and I am not so much younger than you, so it is natural, perfectly natural for you to have always been attracted to my breasts. Even though you didn’t know it, you still felt how hypnotic they are.”
Had her breasts always had some kind of hypnotic sway over him?
Had he always been sort of drawn to them, mesmerized by how big, and beautiful they are?
It made sense.
In one way Carl knew she was wrong, but in another way, he couldn’t stop himself from making her words make sense.
…which made sense, since she was hypnotizing him with her breasts, and he was highly suggestible…
And hypnotized by her breasts.
But things making sense was a result of thought, of rational… thinking… and as he started to realize he was using logic and following her logic, the lights started to fade again and her tits started to smother his inner voice…
Making it easy to just obey…
“Always… attracted… to your…” back and forth, so big, so heavy, so close to his face, her large nipples so near his mouth… ”breasts.”
“Suck on my nipples Carl.” She leaned in close, pressing a tit into his face, and his lips wrapped around her nipple and started to suck. “Suck on them and play with them like you’ve always wanted to do.”
She kept droning on and on as he sucked on her massive tits and tried to fondle them. They were huge, and he was not feeling very coordinated, so the more he tried to squeeze them and caress them, the softer, heavier, and more overwhelming they became, making him lie there, mouth gently teasing and pleasuring her nipples while his hands just ended up touching her huge tits.
He was sucking them and playing with them, just like he’d always wanted to…
She was reminding him over and over again that he was being hypnotized by her breasts, by her, and that he was the very suggestible type.
She was reminding him over and over again that if he had a girlfriend, then he wouldn’t be with her, doing what he was doing, so there was nothing to remember.
After a short while he knew he didn’t have a girlfriend.
Because if he had a girlfriend, he wouldn’t be with her, doing what she was doing, so… there was nothing to remember…
He knew he’d always been attracted to his sister’s friend Yulia… and had always been drawn to and hypnotized by her huge tits… even before she actually hypnotized him.
“Since you have no girlfriend, you must be so pent up Carl…” She climbed off of him and started talking off her shoes and her leggings. “So pent up, so full of cum, and full of desire for me.”
He put his hand between his legs and felt his cock in his pants, rock hard, painfully hard, and pushing to get out.
“Look at me, look at Yulia and her hypnotizing tits now.” Yulia was standing by him, naked, looking down at him as she massaged her breasts in smooth circles, her hands pushing and squeezing. “You are so sexually pent up, so sexually frustrated, and it’s been so long since you have had a girlfriend, so long since you’ve been with someone. I do not think you will last very long inside me. I think you will probably waste all that cum by exploding in your pants, just from watching my breasts…”
He felt a deep, powerful, sexual ache move through his body. He was close, he was suddenly aware of how close he was to cumming.
“Watching Yulia’s hypnotic breasts as they go round and round, becoming more hypnotic, becoming more entrancing, as you become more suggestible… more deeply hypnotized by my breasts into becoming more suggestible… so much more suggestible as you are more deeply hypnotized by my breasts to become more deeply hypnotized by my hypnotizing breasts that make you become so much more suggestible… and agreeable to how pent up you are, becoming more pent up by my breasts… becoming more hypnotizing by my breasts…”
Carl was so close, and as he stared at her, he didn’t fully recognize that he was rubbing himself over his pants, vigorously massaging his cock… or at least as close to vigorously as he could while he stared, eyes half closed, drooling and panting…
“Pull it out, before your pants be-CUM so sticky…” She pinched her nipples as she emphasized CUM, and Carl’s hands started to fumble with his zipper as he groaned and held his breath, before moaning as he exploded with his zipper open, and his cock squirting into his pants. “Too late, so close but too late, and so much cum wasted in your pants.”
Carl blinked and felt a dizzying sense of clarity wash over home, “Yulia, what are you….”
“It is okay Carl, first cum is just the first cum, and you will last longer and give me so much more of what I want…” she leaned over and smothered his face with her massive breasts. “And what you want, because you are so pent up… and now you will just focus on my soft breasts that make your cock so hard, and relax yourself back down under my hypnosis, under the power of my hypnotizing breasts while your cock starts to slowly stiffen up for me… just for me… only for me, because there is no one else in your life Carl.”
She put a nipple back in his mouth, and while he laid there, prone and powerless, that clarity ebbed, and shifted, until it became a wave of comforting realization. Her breasts hypnotized him… Yulia’s breasts hypnotized him, and he was highly suggestible… so her breasts hypnotized him into…
It didn’t matter, he sucked on her nipple and started to fondle her tits again.
“There is no one else Carl, there is only me, only Yulia, only Yulia’s hypnotizing tits, tits you cannot resist, because you are so very suggestible… so suggestible and so easily hypnotized… especially by Yulia’s massive breasts, breasts that have always had a hypnotic sway over you, a hypnotic sway over your imagination, and…”
Her sticky cock was half hard again, and in her hand.
“And this cock. Your cock is helpless to resist my hypnotic breasts, even while your mind is only very suggestible and easily hypnotized.” She was stroking him, slowly, softly, just enough to ease him back into a full erection.
“This cock in my hand, your cock, cannot resist my hypnotizing tits, it is powerless to resist my hypnotic breasts, and it makes the rest of you… so very suggestible and easily hypnotized… it makes the rest of you desperate to do whatever I say, desperate to do whatever I want. It is not hypnosis only… it is not just your suggestibility only… it is your own sexual desires, your deep sexual desires and needs to be with me, close to me, near me, inside me, and to make me happy.”
She stopped stroking him, and pulled his pants down to his ankles, then straddled him and put his aching, sticky cock between her tits.
“The desire you have for me, Carl, hypnotic, sexual, irresistible,” she was gently fucking him with her tits and he was helpless, mentally subdued and completely disoriented, “feels so very much like love… like you love being hypnotized by my breasts… like you are in love with Yulia’s hypnotic breasts… like you are becoming infatuated with Yulia… becoming obsessed with Yulia’s hypnotic breasts… becoming more deeply hypnotized… becoming more obsessed with my hypnotic breasts… until you become hopelessly in love with Yulia’s hypnotic breasts… until you be-CUM hopelessly in love with Yulia, and only Yulia.”
He spurted up between her tits, not as hard as before, but not nearly as quickly, and this time, there was no clarity, there was only a sense of physical and mental relief and a deep surrender to the moment, to her, and to the massive, hypnotizing, enthralling and dominating weight of her breasts.
“See Carl, you are so pent up, you have so much that it comes out so fast…”
After his hips bucked up into her tits as he spurted, she pushed her breasts tight around him and slowly, very slowly, milked the rest of his load out of him while he came.
“It has been so long, so very long… with no one in your life… no one other than Yulia… nothing making you cum, nothing and no one other than Yulia and her hypnotizing breasts that make you so suggestible, so in love… and make your cock so obedient to my desires… But your body… biology… it is not as easily controlled. You still cum so fast, and your loads, you waste them spurting in your pants and between my tits. I do not blame you, but my tits are not where I want your cum. Still, it is better than you cum fast, outside of your Yulia’s tight slit, than it is to fail trying to please your Yulia by cumming inside me too fast.”
Carl watched her move back and position herself over his thighs, up on her knees. She started to rub her clit with one hand, while teasing her nipple with the other. “You would not want to fail your Yulia, you are too in love with me, and too powerless to resist my hypnotizing tits… too suggestible to think for yourself… so the only way for you to not fail me, Carl, to not fail your Yulia… is to just obey… and obedience is easy for you… easy for your cock… because you are so deeply hypnotized by my breasts. Hypnotized by my breasts, and in love with me… in love with Yulia… in love with Yulia’s hypnotic breasts… so in love that you will not spill your cum until you are inside me… and only inside me… No masturbation, and no one else, only Yulia… And you are so in love with me that you will only spill your cum deep inside me… deep inside Yulia… only inside Yulia… and only when Yulia tells you to.”
At some point, his eyes closed and he fell away, down into the bed, down into himself, and it felt like he was sinking through the floor. He was gone again, not asleep, but not aware, drifting in and out of her words, feeling her voice moving through him in waves, following her logic, listening, dreaming, and being what she was saying he was.
Then, Carl felt the warm, slick, wetness of Yulia’s pussy as she slid down on his fully erect cock.
“All of your cum is for Yulia, and you have so much of it from being so pent up. All of your cum is only for Yulia, because there is no one else in your life. All of your cum is for Yulia, because your cum is your spirit and your soul, and you only want Yulia to have it… you only lovie Yulia… and you only want to give yourself to Yulia… look at me Carl… open your eyes my hypnotized boy…”
He stared up at her massive tits swaying gently as she rode him slowly and smoothly. Up and down they bounced, their mass heaving as she eased herself up and down on him, and all he could do was watch, not her face, but her breasts as he fell deeper and deeper under their hypnotic spell… the way he always did… the way he always would…
“You are hypnotized by my breasts… hypnotized to love me… hypnotized so deeply, because you are so suggestible… hypnotized to only cum inside me… and for me… No more masturbation for you Carl… no sex with any other women… if there were other women… there is only Yulia now… there has only ever been Yulia… and Yulia’s hypnotizing breasts. It is easier for you to understand this change, this truth, by knowing it is my breasts, and what they do to you… It is easier for you to accept that you are hypnotized into doing this… feeling this… and being this way… it is easy for you to CUM NOW Carl…”
He did, and as he did, he fell away.
Carl was gone.
“And now, breeze out and open your eyes, as you follow me… following my voice back into the chair…”
Carl opened his eyes and let out a deep sigh that became a yawn.
“I’m sorry… wow, what was that?” He looked at his younger sister’s friend, and felt a strange sense of warmth wash over him when his eyes fell to her massive breasts. She was sitting across from him in the common room of the lodge, and he was right where he was when she sat down to talk to him about some psychology assignment, but he didn’t really remember much else…
“You did very well Carl, we went on a very beautiful journey together, and it looks like the rain has stopped too, so if you would like, we can go on a real hike together now. Maybe a short one?”
The thought of being alone, and in private with this girl felt wrong, deeply wrong. He didn’t know why, but there was something about her, something he didn’t want to encourage, something that… well two massive somethings that his girlfriend wouldn’t want him to spend time alone with.
He suddenly wished his little sister was downstairs with them, “Sure, we can get my sister and…”
“No, it is okay,” Yulia raised her hand, “your girlfriend was going to surprise you and managed to come early, but she did not want to interrupt us. Now she is helping your sister with her assignment, like you helped me with mine. You are lucky they get along so well, I think sometimes, listening to your sister talk, she might like your girlfriend more than you do.”
Carl felt strangely drained, deeply empty, and disoriented.
He had no idea what time it was.
No idea how long he’d been sitting there listening to Yulia.
“We can wait for them, I don’t mind, and I think I could…”
“Oh no Carl, they will be a very long time,” there was something scandalous about the way Yulia said that, something he didn’t care for at all. “And if you are tired, then you can just…”
She put her hand on her massive breasts, and rubbed her fingers down her cleavage, “Follow me.”
Yulia stood up, and carl followed her to his feet, moving like he was a puppet having his string pulled.
“Focus and relax Carl,” his eyes were locked on her breasts… and he realized there was something hypnotic about them…
Carl’s world shifted into a dream, a dream where he had always been in love with Yulia, where her tits had always made him feel lovestruck, helpless, and desperately horny.
Courtney took Yulia by the hand and smiled, “How did it go?”
“He was a very good practice subject, how was…”
Courtney laughed, Carl’s girlfriend Stephanie was just “Carl’s Girlfriend”.
“Oh, she was good, a good, challenging subject at first, but you know, it’s like Dr. Armstrong says, the hardest subjects fall the hardest, so now I’m in her head, and in… well…”
“Good for you, she is pretty, boring and basic, but pretty… like you.”
Courtney laughed, “Okay, tomorrow we do the debriefs and see how much they don’t remember, and… I wish you hadn’t picked my brother, it would be fun to do the suggestion test for this one.”
Yulia rolled her eyes, “I will not have fun with Basic Stephanie, and do not see why you were so excited to play with her.”
Courtney rolled her eyes this time, “Oh come on, you picked my brother. My. Brother. And besides, she was gay till graduation, if you try the trigger tests, you’ll see.”
“I picked your brother, because his job is good, and you will maybe be good sister in law, and I will get to stay here. Now it is my turn to say it is like Dr. Armstrong says in our special classes, if you play any games, mind games included…”
Courtney cut her friend and classmate off, quoting their amazing professor who ran a special program in secret at their college, teaching young women hypnosis, “Play to win. And gross, don’t make my brother marry you.”
“It might be too late, I am too good a hypnotist.”
“Uh, I think you mean your tits are.”
“And what do Yulia’s tits say, my sweet friend?”
Courtney felt a wave of lethargy and warm, welcoming quiet wash through her, “Yulia’s tits say I always agree with Yulia.”
The lethargy became heat between Courtney’s legs, and her lips parted, “Stuh… stop that…”
“But Courtney, don’t you remember what Dr. Armstrong says, all hypnosis is self hypnosis, and hypnosis can only make someone do what they already want to do…”
“Unless…” Courtney was fading, “unless you make them want what you want.”
“And what does Courtney want now?”
“I…” she was fading…
“Courtney wants to snuggle up and and rest her head on Yulia’s hypnotizing breasts, doesn’t she…”
Courtney toppled.
“It’s okay Courtney, you lasted longer this time, and I will tell Dr, Armstrong how much better you are doing.”
Yulia cradled her best friend’s head to her massive breasts and stroked her hair, “You just sleep for Yulia now, sleep and dream of how happy you would be to have me as your sister in law. Dream of this idea being your own idea, after all, it was your idea I use your brother for the project.”
Courtney snuggled into her friend’s chest, and while there was nothing sexual between the two of them, at least not for Yulia, her tits still had an undeniable pull on the other girl.
“Yes my sweet Courtney, you are remembering now how this was all your idea. It was all only your idea, and you told me to do this. You are the strong one, the leader between the two of us, you are the one that tells me what to do, remember. Sleep, dream, and remember. You are the one who is in charge, it is why you are the one who can be so deeply hypnotized… because you trust and love your sweet, naive, foolish Yulia… her big tits make her so foolish, so silly and foolish, not like smart, strong willed Courtney… Courtney who is the one in control… and the more in control the deeper she sinks for Yulia’s big tits.”
There was nothing sexual between the two of them…
Except for what was happening in Courtney’s mind as her friend mentally tied her up in knots again… and again… and one of the advantages of being the better hypnotist was Yulia’s ability to take advantage of Courtney’s crush, while compartmentalizing it in her friend’s mind…
It was exactly what she’d started doing to Carl, but she’d fucked Carl, and Yulia just let Courtney masturbate while she snuggled up to her tits.
For now, her influence on him was in a box, she could turn it on and off…
For now…
And when he cracked, regardless of what she wanted from him, she could send him over to Dr. Armstrong’s post-grads and former students to take his programming in different directions.
