Hypnotized but for months at a time instead of minutes or hours.
You meet a guy at a bar who seems harmless enough, he tells you about his work in hypnotism — knowing where this is going, you bet him he can't do it to you. You think this will be a fun way to have a one night stand, that you'll probably get some suggestions to do something funny or sexy, and then move on to-
But the next time you wake up it's to the sound of your own voice crying out in mindless pleasure. Your body's hot, you're covered in sweat, your legs are spread apart, ankles high in the air, and your fingers are deep in your pussy. The trembles of your most recent orgasm still ripple through your abdomen and limbs, but past that you can feel something else, an ache in your nipples that makes you want to grope your own tits and a convulsing in your stomach that you've only ever felt after one too many orgasms — both are more intense than you've ever felt in your life. You look around to take in your environment but before you can, you take note of your body. Everything is the same, down to the color on your nails. But your hair is about two inches longer. What the hell-
And then the next time you're conscious, your wrists and ankles are bound. You're on your knees. There's a ball gag- no, a cock gag in your mouth. There's something heavy and cold on your sternum, and something similar around your waist. Your chest feels like you may have some kind of weight strapped to it, and in front of you, in a room of white walls and hard wood floors, is a boot — but the thing you notice before any of that is the fire in your cunt.
The horniest you've ever been washes over your body, starting in your pussy and then out to your toes. Your eyes water, you'd moan but for the gag down your throat. You can't get your hands down past your chest, and you can't situate your legs in a way so you can use your feet to get off. The boot though is right there, you just have to-
You fall to the ground, your mass slamming against the hardwood. Your chest feels heavier than usual, that cold feeling around your waist turns into pain. A moment of clarity passes over you as your squirm and writhe closer to the boot, closer to relief — there's a chain around your waist, another around your chest, both intertwining along your back and bound together between your tits by a heavy lock. Your tits though...
Something in the back of your head twinges, makes you cringe, and corrects you. Your *udders* are bigger, by a surprising margin. Before you could hold one in each hand, they were manageable, fun. These are both the size of bowling balls, and you'd be surprised if they didn't weigh the same too. As you inch closer to the boot, dragging your new found weights, you find a new sensation in your chest — pressure. With each heave, each breath, you feel pressure radiating from your sloshing chest. The veins in your titflesh have become more pronounced, your nipples wider and much, much longer. If it weren't for the heat in your cunt, you'd knead into your chest for the feeling of wanting there.
You're so close, inches away from relief, when alarm bells finally start going off in your head. Where are you? How did you get here?
That doesn't matter, you need to cum.
How long have I been like this? How did I get like this?
That doesn't matter, you need to cum.
Is anyone looking for me?
That doesn't matter, you NEED to CUM.
You wrap yourself around the boot. You manage to right your body despite the unbound mass of your chest. You push your cunt into the toe of the dusty shoe, only to hear a clink.
The chains around your waist. They're not just a harness. They're a chasity belt.
You can't scream, but something old and deep rises from your chest, past the cock gag in your throat. No matter how much you thrust into the toe, you can't feel anything. The fire in your cunt burns a little hotter. And then the black takes you.
The next time you wake up, you're on your hands and knees. The fire is still there, but it's spread to your chest now too. You can feel bindings around your calves and wrists, keeping you low. You can also feel the weight of your udders pulling against your chest even as they graze the dirt of the ground below, sending little twists of need down your spine. The dirt near your nipples and knees is damp, though near your hands and feet, if feels dry. The cow must leaking.
That doesn't matter, you need to cum.
There is no boot this time, hell you can't even see, there's something covering your eyes.
But before long, while the bucking in your hips is still within your control, you hear a rattling, then a clanking, then one big boom. Door shut, the scraping of boots on loose earth, a click and then the whir of machinery. Something heavy dragging along the ground near your left.
And then, like handling an animal, rough hands grab a heap of your left teat and stuff it into something tight like a suction cup. Then the right. They don't even do you the service of standing you up right, they just pull your udders to either side.
That doesn't matter, you need to cum.
Another click, then bliss.
The pressure in your chest evaporates, pump by pump, the left, then the right, then back again. You can't help but arch your back, a moan escapes your lips, your tongue lolls between your stupid cow lips.
I shouldn't be enjoying this. I need to leave.
That doesn't matter. You need to cum.
But the fire in your cunt and udders doesn't get any better, in fact, it gets worse. Where before it was a constant burning, it rolls onto you, into you, in waves, crashing against your mind again and again.
I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum
The sucking against your teats is torture. The pressure gone, now the pumps just suck on titflesh alone, each pull pushing you right up against the edge, but never beyond it.
i NEED to CUM i NEED to CUM i NEED to CUM i NEED to CUM
And then a click. The sucking stops but the need doesn't. Your limbs are shaking, you can feel your cunt dripping between your legs. The pumps come off your udders, and the cover off your eyes.
The hypnotist stands in front of you, a grin stretched along his lips.
While you look up at him, still on all fours, still rubbing your legs together in the hopes of any release, he throws a single key to ground. Then without a word, unzips his pants, take off his belt, and pulls out a hard cock.
Your tongue lolls. Your teats brush the ground below you, sending a twist of desperation up your spine. Your empty cunt drips against your leg.
You push the key away and take his cock down your practiced throat. A click, more whirring, and something pushes into your cunt without you looking.
Finally, with a great moan from your chest, you cum.
But your cunt still burns with want. You feel empty despite being filled. Your chest is already sloshing with pressure again. And the cock down your throat feels soooooo good. The heat didn't leave you. And it never will.
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