I'm gonna pop your bubblegum hard

The man at Table Fourteen leered directly at Lilah's chest as he said, "I'm expecting the full VIP experience," and although she knew she should have been offended that part of her brain seemed to have been numbed into blank, vacuous indifference the moment he presented his Busty's VIP Membership card back at the host station. All that was left in Lilah's head was the warm, placid glow of amiable hospitality, and she reached down to undo the knot holding her tight crop-top shut with a cheerful giggle and a bright, happy smile on her vacant face. She pulled her shirt away to reveal the massive, heavy tits and broad, stiff pink nipples that got her the job, and the expression on the customer's face told her he was hungry for more than just food.

"Very nice, good girl," he purred, cupping Lilah's breasts in his hands and hefting them lightly. "They're practically the size of your head, darling, no wonder you wound up working at Busty's. Are you even going to be able to remember my order with jugs this big?" Lilah's head swam in muzzy confusion as she tried to hold onto the customer's question in the face of so much overwhelming sensation; her tits had gotten so sensitive over the last few months of being groped and fondled by Busty's Very Important Patrons that it was all she could do to stop herself from shuddering with lust every time he bounced them up and down against his palms. And the tiny bit of intellect that hadn't melted down into her tingling chest was thinking about the other part of his comment. 'No wonder you wound up working at Busty's.'

Because she remembered the first ad she saw for the new local restaurant that had become such a favorite of so many men. It wasn't especially stylish, just a bunch of big-titted waitresses in tight crop-top shirts so thin you could practically trace the outline of their nipples through the fabric, all of them smiling and giggling and saying, "Are you ready for Busty's?" But Lilah had stared at it in gape-jawed fascination, some hidden part of her mind evaluating her own chest against the women on the screen and coming to a conclusion that led to a compulsion that turned into her new full-time job. That thirty seconds had been mesmerizing, but it was nothing compared to her first day at work and the stack of employee orientation videos waiting for her. She'd finished her shift so dazed and dopey the manager had to personally bring her home.

It wasn't any easier to think now--probably even harder, if Lilah was being honest--so when her sludgy brain finally prompted her to respond to the customer's question she answered, "Ummm, I think I might need a little help, Mister." His chuckle told Lilah she'd given exactly the right response, and he reached down and pulled the washable marker from her pocket and began to write his order down on the expansive flesh of her pale, heavy tits. Every stroke of his lettering made her quiver with delight, but she tried her best to hold still--the cook would have to read it, after all, and Lilah could tell by the time he started in on his entree that she was getting too blank and fuzzy to help. It was about as much as she could manage not to drool all over her chest and smear his selections.

"There's a good girl," the customer chuckled, giving her a playful swat across the nipples that made Lilah squeak in surprise and arousal. "Go and get that started, and when you come back maybe I can help you clean that off." Lilah nodded and giggled, her thoughts already drifting into daydreams of yet another man pawing at her tits. She loved her work… and it was only the faintest, most helpless part of her that realized she didn't actually have any other choice but to love it now.

"Should… should we be… doing… um… this?" Makayla heard the slurred, sleepy tones in her own voice, each hesitation marking a moment when her brain stuttered and skipped in its struggle to hold onto even the simplest train of thought, and she almost lost herself trying to figure out exactly what had made her so fucking dumb. Because Makayla knew she wasn't dumb, she had a 4.0 GPA and she was on track for making the dean's list this semester, and yet it felt so impossibly difficult even to finish her goddamn sentences in the face of the sheer stupefying intensity of the hypnotic pattern in front of her. She realized she needed to look away before it sapped even more of her intellect, then she realized she couldn't shift her gaze even a millimeter from the center of the whirling spiral, then she realized she'd already tried this a dozen times before and her dim, foggy consciousness just couldn't hold onto the memory very well.

The man on the couch behind her didn't seem to be having any problems, but then again his view was blocked by the back of Makayla's head. "Don't worry about it, sweetie," he said, his voice just recognizable to her as Professor Tanner's before that knowledge fell into the spiral for the… third time? The fourth time? God, she was getting so dumb. She was getting so wet from being made so dumb. "Just keep watching the spiral, keep squeezing my cock, and let all those silly thoughts fade away like a good girl for me." Oh fuck. His cock was inside her. He was fucking her right now, his hips pumping away between her soft brown labia, and she kept forgetting because the spiral felt so good that it made her whole world pleasure and the details got fuzzier and foggier the dumber she became. Makayla heard herself letting out a drowsy giggle, but within seconds she'd forgotten the source of the sound and she found herself wishing she could be stupid and horny like whoever made it.

It took her almost a full two minutes to process the last thing Professor Tanner said to her, two minutes of drooling on her bare chest and wriggling in vacant ecstasy and slowly, sluggishly mulling over the one tiny detail that hadn't simply melted into dreamy bliss while her attention was focused on the way he groped her pert titties from behind. "Good… girl?" she mumbled, her muzzy and befuddled brain trying hard to make sense of the complicated, virtually unfathomable emotions the older man's praise stirred up. Because Makayla did love to please authority figures, and she absolutely adored this uncomplicated euphoria she felt from having all her fears and anxieties stripped away by endless hypnotic pleasure, but--but wasn't she strong? Wasn't she independent? Didn't she have too much pride to be turned into one of those dumb sluts who got an A by fucking their teachers?

The answer to all those questions, as it turned out, was, "Sssh. Keep watching." And Makayla found as her dull, glassy eyes lost themselves in unblinking contemplation that it really was the perfect answer. She could be smart later, when she woke up. She could earn her A the hard way once she forgot she'd ever given up her dripping pussy to her professor. And she could stop thinking entirely for now, and enjoy the feeling of being simple and happy and incredibly horny for the cock plumbing her cunt.

so that’s exactly what you all do, one of your friends has a giant farm, with a barn that’s pretty empty with nothing but hay

it’s saturday night and you’re halfway to wasted on some homemade moonshine

the girls at the barn all wear some variation of jean shorts so short that their booty cheeks hang out, cropped flannel shirts tied in a way where their tits are also exposed, and cowboy boots

you’ve opted to ditch your normal cowboy hat for some braided pigtails instead

“i think it’s time to play some musical chairs” someone slurs behind you

the barn erupts in a roar of cheers, everyone hooting and hollering

you chug the rest of your moonshine, ready to fuck your neighbors and friends

everyone around you starts to get ready, some of the girls start pinching their nipples and pulling their tits out more, some opting to ditch their shirts all together, you see one girl’s hands sneak inside her shorts

you hike your shorts up a bit more so your ass hangs out more, you also choose to undo the button at the top, flashing the skin just above your leaky hole

you also untie your top, the scraps of your shirts hanging down to just cover your nipples, the rest of your body is on full and clear display

while you and the other sluts get ready, the guys have taken their seats around the circle, all of them stroking themselves to get their cocks nice and long and erect

someone starts the music and the girls begin to circle the men, the round officially started

the first round is always blow jobs, the first guy to breed a bitches throat is out, but that pair can fuck however the man wants while the rest of the game plays out

the music stops and you rush forward to the man in front of you

you drop to your knees, not even bothering to look at who you’re about to give head to

the dick in front of you is luckily not the biggest in the group or the smallest

the small ones tend to finish fast and the big one would’ve been too much to start off with

you lick a long stripe up the underside of the cock in front of you, you look up and make eye contact while you swirl your tongue around the tip

it’s your sister’s boyfriend, he groans and puts his hands on the back of your head

he lets you stay in control for now, both of you not wanting to be out on the first round, but the pressure at the back of your head reminds you who really is in control

you pop his tip into your mouth before quickly removing your mouth, you spit on his cock before using both hands to spread your spit up and down his full length

you make eye contact again as you take him into your mouth once more

“hands up” he commands, a little confused you raise both hands above your heads, he uses one hand to hold both of your wrists together, his other keeping a firm hold on your head

“just your mouth, slut”

you continue to suck him off, relaxing your throat so you can get his whole length into your mouth, you keep reminding yourself to breathe through your nose

you start to gag a little as he fucks your pretty face, tears and saliva starting to overflow, before he really starts to treat you like the whore you are, you hear a loud moan to your right and the round is over

the cock from your mouth is removed, but before you can get off your knees, he squeezes your mouth open and spits into it and forces you to swallow

“good girl”

some girls start to remove their bottoms, you included, the next few rounds are all in the pussy, or the ass if the man decides to switch it up

round after round you play, managing to just barely stay in the game, riding dick isn’t your favorite but you’ve cum twice already

some men play with your clit, some grope and abuse your tits, some finger your butt while pounding into you

the more you play, the more you fuck, the hornier you get

you make it to the final round, your personal favorite

instead of the cunts circling the men, the two fuckdolls left in the game get on all fours and get blindfolded

the men circle the girls and when the music stops the first girl to squirt wins the game

by this point you’re naked, your girl cum and girl juice leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs

you get blindfolded and assume position, a bitch ready for her mounting, the music starts and you wiggle your butt in excitement

the music stops and before you have time to process anything you feel fingers in your breeding hole

you’re confused as to why you weren’t immediately stuffed with cock, you moan none the less as you get a rough finger fucking

there’s three fingers in you moving at a brutal place, a second hand snakes around your front, rubbing your clit expertly

your tongue is hanging out and you’re a drooling, moaning mess

a fourth finger is roughly added and you scream in pleasure and pain, still overstimulated from the prior rounds, you rapidly approach climax

just before you’re able to finish the fingers are ripped out from you and the delicious pressure on your clit is taken away

you scream in frustration, your orgasm ruined

before you can even start begging to be filled you feel the biggest dick you’ve ever felt in your life poking at your fuckhole

you almost cum from that alone

hands are gripping into your hips so hard they’ll leave bruises, it takes some effort and it feels like the dick being stuffed inside of you is never ending

eventually whoever is behind you bottoms out

giving you no time to adjust, they pull out all the way before slamming back in, you’re roughly fucked and split open on the monster cock behind you

you can’t do anything except simply take the fucking you’ve been given like a good bimbo slut, you feel like you’re going to be split in half, your insides are on fire, but you don’t want it to stop

one hand leaves your hips and finds purchase around your throat, the pressure of being lightly choked bringing you pure ecstasy

his other hand pinches, gropes, and slaps all over your used body

you’re readjusted and the new angle allows for the man behind you to fuck you deeper and right in a spot you didn’t even know exsisted inside of you

his roaming hand ends up on your clit again, rubbing hard and fast, a little more pressure is added to your throat, a bite on your neck sends you over the edge and you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before

as you’re forced to ride out one of the best orgasms of your life, you feel hot, thick ropes of cum fill your walls

you momentarily black out from the insanely erotic feeling, when you come to you’re still being pumped in and out of