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"Do you know what's happening to you?" Vail asked, but of course he had to know that Sarah wasn't really capable of processing the question anymore. Her pussy was suddenly soaking wet with the kind of urgent and overwhelming lust she hadn't felt since she was a teenager, and her mind had melted into stupefied mush that left her unable to really consider any of the reasons why getting naked and wordlessly pleading for Vail's cock inside her was a bad idea. Sarah had always been a little bit nervous around Vail, she knew that a medical-grade telekinetic could inflict injuries just as easily as they repaired them, but she never expected anything like this to happen.

She shook her head, drool beginning to trickle down her chin as the vacancy in her brain overtook her so swiftly and powerfully that she'd already forgotten what question she was answering. "It's very simple," Vail said, even though the basic act of comprehending language was beginning to overtax Sarah's muddled mind. "I'm stimulating your limbic system, while at the same time I'm activating the chemical receptors that usually fire in response to THC intoxication. You're getting stupid and horny, Sarah, and in a moment I'm going to fuck you right here on the floor of my quarters until I cum deep in your unprotected womb." Sarah winced, but only at the deep and potent wave of arousal she felt when she thought about getting her pussy plowed by Vail's cock.

"You're not going to remember any of this," he continued, even as he helped Sarah out of the last of her clothing and lowered her down to the soft rug in the center of the room, "because I'm inhibiting the chemical reactions that allow short-term memories to enter long-term storage, so you'll just have a nice pleasant void where this hour or so of time goes. And of course that might worry you, but you're a big strong woman with skin that deflects bullets so you'd never do anything as shamefully weak as telling anybody about the missing time, and you might come back and confront me but that's just going to give me the chance to fuck you again." He chuckled. "Not that it needs a second time. I'm going to guide my favorite sperm right up to the egg and personally ensure implantation."

Sarah tried as hard as she could to think about what he was saying, but her mind was soft and slick and wet just like her pussy and she hadn't felt like this since before her powers manifested, back when she was a dumb teenager who tried to pretend she was cool enough to eat two weed gummies at once and wound up flat on her back with her eyes stuck shut. "I'm going to keep an eye on you," Vail growled, his thrusting cock adding urgency to his words, "and any time it looks like you're thinking too hard about what's happening to your body I'll just send a little static through your frontal lobe. Until the XO decides you're unreliable and remands you to the medical TK for long-term therapy, and then you'll just stay here in my bedroom getting dumber and blanker until the baby comes. Doesn't that sound nice, sweetie? Don't you want to just be dumb and horny forever?"

Sarah did. She really, truly did, because being fucked like this felt so good and being fuzzy like this made her so happy. Any part of her that could have objected was just too stupid right now to make sense of those complex concerns, while the part of her that wanted Vail's cum inside her was simple and direct and immediate, and so she mewled and whimpered and begged him with her eyes until he shot his load deep into her cunt. And the most impressive part of his medical-grade telekinesis was that he was hard again within seconds.

A gentle pry and lift; all of the stresses gone, the body limp and peaceful, your thoughts calm and soothed as I cradle your mask~

'The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.' That was what Willa told herself every time she reached down and grabbed her nipple, squeezing out a steady stream of milk from tits bigger than her head into the measuring cup left by her bedside, but despite her best efforts the words inspired not a courageous break with her brainwashing and a race to freedom but numbing, leaden despair. She wanted to believe that once she was done with her morning milking, she'd find the wherewithal to walk out the door of the dormitory and make her way to the borders of the Thompson farm, but experience told her that she'd just settle back onto the bed and watch some more hypnosis videos while she edged herself into blank, thoughtless compliance.

And tomorrow, her tits would be that tiny, infinitesimal fraction of an inch bigger, and the milk would flow that much more freely, and she'd look at clothes that no longer even remotely contained her pendulous breasts and feel that much more helpless to escape. A year ago and Willa wouldn't even have believed the power of suggestion could make a woman's breasts bigger, let alone turning them into massive, hanging udders that lactated in industrial quantities, but life on the Thompson farm was teaching her a lot of hard truths and one of them was that she was highly susceptible to hypnosis. She was… what did Mrs. Thompson call her? One in a million? That made her a rare commodity, she supposed, but with 132 million women in the United States alone it wasn't surprising that every bed in the dormitory was full.

All of those women looked just like Willa, too, slack-jawed and glassy-eyed with their gigantic tits heavy with milk. Some of them weren't that big yet, of course, and Willa even spotted one or two of them every once in a while at meal time with C cups or B cups--she remembered what it was like to be that small, to find herself bewildered by her own ability to summon up the strength to resist, but that was the insidious part of the brainwashing regimen the Thompsons put their human livestock through. It felt good to linger at the farm a few days, and then it felt too good to stop, and then it was somehow six months later and it felt impossible to go back to the old life with jugs the size of a ripe round watermelon. Everyone would notice. Everyone would stare.

But there was no judgment from the Thompsons, nothing but warm soothing praise for all their cows and the sweet, gushing milk they made. That kept Willa here every bit as much as the hypnosis, every bit as much as the constant ache of arousal between her thighs that only Mrs. Thompson's fingers or Mr. Thompson's cock could satisfy. Going back to face the real world with fifteen-pound tits that leaked constantly felt like an impossibility, while staying felt like an amiable trance that never, ever had to end. And every day her udders got bigger and heavier, and every day the barrier to normal existence got that much higher. The best time to escape was eleven months ago.

The second best time was today, Willa reminded herself. But the thought found no purchase on her dopey, dreamy mind, and once she squeezed the milk out of her heavy, aching tits she wound up horny from the effort the same way she always did. So she went back to bed and masturbated, hoping to achieve that post-nut clarity that would let her leave and knowing she'd be trapped in helpless lust until it was time for her next milking, and today became tomorrow before Willa even knew it.

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She Can't Resist the Drop

"Having a little trouble, there, honey?" Lane called out, a hint of a chuckle shading his voice as he watched Jessie struggle to get her tent frame set up. As infuriating as his condescension was, Jessie had to admit she felt a maddening itch between her thighs at the way he teased her for her inability to pitch her own tent for the evening--he'd as good as told her he'd put a few suggestions in her head to make their camping trip a little more interesting, and the only thing Jessie valued more than her pride and independence was the sneaky arousal she felt whenever Lane undermined them.

Which didn't mean she was just going to roll over and admit defeat. "No, I--I'm good--" she gasped out, mere seconds before the metal rod she'd just stuck into the ground sprang loose, thwacking her in the shin and sending the left half of her tent into a sagging collapse that prompted a yelp of dismay from the frustrated blonde. What made it even more infuriating was the sure and certain conviction that she was missing something obvious, that there was a problem with her whole procedure that she would one hundred percent have spotted if she hadn't spent about thirty minutes 'dozing off' on Lane's couch before they got on the road. Jessie was no dummy, she knew when her head had been messed with, but there was a big difference between knowing she was following a post-hyp and figuring out what her mind kept slipping off of no matter how hard she tried to grasp it.

Lane told her, "You know there's plenty of room in my tent, babe," but Jessie knew her friend-with-benefits well enough to know she wouldn't get much sleep if she bedded down with him for the night. He'd wind up keeping her wet and weak and horny until the small hours of the morning, and then she'd be all groggy the next day and her resistance would be at a low ebb once he started talking to her in that low, soothing voice he liked to use and before Jessie knew it their whole camping trip would be nothing but three days and two nights of sucking and fucking. And she knew she didn't want that, even if she had a private suspicion that she only didn't want that because Lane told her not to want that because he knew how horny it made her to lose all her internal battles and descend into meek, slutty ecstasy.

Which probably explained why she let out a tiny whimper of lust when she managed to get the metal rod back into the ground on one end, only to see it pop free on the other and send the entire tent collapsing into a heap of loose nylon. She started to crawl over it to the side that had flattened most recently, her mind reeling with a confused desire to see the whole thing upright even if she had no idea how anymore, but that was about when Lane decided to end their little game by grabbing her by the hair and pulling down her shorts to reveal a pussy so wet it was practically drooling. He tugged her shirt up as well, exposing her heavy tits, and fucked her doggy style right there in the middle of the clearing… and all of Jessie's supposed independence collapsed just like her tent when her eyes rolled back in her head in orgasmic bliss.

Melanie didn't find Edwina in the living room. She wasn't in the kitchen either, even though the front door was unlocked and the car was in the driveway and everything pointed to her neighbor being home on a Sunday afternoon as usual, so Melanie kept looking until her feet led her back into the bedroom at the end of the hall and she found--well, she found a lot of things, but one of them was Ginny Laurito from the other end of the block standing at the foot of the bed with an expression of confusion on her face like she didn't quite know how she'd gotten there. And another was Edwina, sitting naked in the easy chair against the far wall with one leg up and one leg down and her cunt on lewd display. And another was….

"What the fuck?" Melanie blurted, unable to control her shock and surprise. Edwina was holding an old-fashioned flashbulb, the kind the older woman used in her photo shoots, and she had a smile on her face as she aimed it in Melanie and Ginny's direction. Melanie recognized it, because of course she did; it was kind of cool to have a real live fashion photographer living on the same street as her, and incredibly flattering to be invited to model for her even if Melanie knew the pictures probably never went any further than Edwina's hard drive. But the nudity made no sense, and neither did the evil little smirk on Edwina's face, and neither did the lost, vacant expression Ginny wore, and she was just about ready to turn and walk right back out but something seemed to be rooting her feet to the floor.

None of it made sense until Edwina murmured, "You say that every time," her voice a sensual growl, and triggered the flashbulb. And then Melanie understood, even though her head actually got much fuzzier and foggier and it became a lot harder to think about anything but the warm, wet throb of lust between her thighs. It had been there the entire time, she realized, because some part of her had always known she was coming here to sink into the flashes whatever she might have believed about wine and cheese and trashy reality shows, but now that her brain was switching off she could pay full attention to it and oh god was it so much stronger than she remembered. Because Melanie never remembered anything about her time in Edwina's bedroom.

Ginny must have already gotten a dose of the trigger, because her expression went from bewildered to blank and she wriggled out of her clothes like they were itchy against her skin, but just seeing the other hypnotized woman's reaction was enough to catch Melanie up on the expectations for the afternoon because she found herself stripping naked too. Another flash and the two of them were panting and whimpering, another one and their fingers were down between their thighs, and another one simply broke whatever notional self-control they might have had and they tumbled onto the bed in a heap of writhing, tangled limbs. That was when Melanie really remembered why she was so weak for Edwina's hypnotic power, because it felt so good to be a lesbian slut and she always walked away sated and smiling when she finally left.

The two of them wound up in their favorite position, making out and rubbing their tits together with Ginny's cunt against Melanie's leg and Melanie humping Ginny's thigh in return, and the whole time Edwina cooed out encouraging praise and played with her pussy and took plenty of pictures of it all. Melanie never thought to wonder where the images wound up, because she never thought about anything that happened in this room once she left it, but she knew she was part of a very special collection. One that included every woman on the street where Edwina lived.

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