Go jog with her

You think you have enough time to get dressed out to go jogging with her.

"Time to see if this "mind control" stuff wasn't just a one time fluke," you think to yourself.

You rush up and change into your jogging outfit; running shorts/track pants with a dry-fit shirt.

The woman is no longer in front of your house but isn't very far down the sidewalk. In a matter of seconds you catch up to her.

It doesn't matter how tall you are, she seems absolutely massive when next to you. The woman has a serious look on her face as she maintains a steady pace. You run on autopilot as you jog next to her somehow unnoticed by the woman.

The woman reaches into her running tights (that have pockets in this world) and pulls our phone. Her casual action fails, however, and it slips out of her fingers! No doubt from the accumulated sweat falling from her forearm.

"Fuck!" she yells as she plays hot potato with her expensive smartphone.

Against all astronomical odds, the phone is thrown at your head. It bounces off your temple, startling you. In the instant this happens, you turn to the side and see the woman extending her arms out. She grabs her phone midair, but also manages to hit your head pretty damn hard. Your vision goes dark after experiencing the feeling of falling into a soft, yet hard, object.

You black out.

When you come to, you are in the back of a wooden wagon being pulled through a snowy forest.

Just kidding, you wake up with the woman looming over you.

"Are you dead?" the woman asks as your vision refocuses.

"Am I liable? Because I'll tell the police that the fence killed you, not me."

Still in a daze, you grab in the air until the woman grabs your hand and pulls you up. She looks visibly concerned, both about your well-being and liability for the indefinite CTE.

"I'm so sorry. My phone was slipping and I didn't know anyone was next to me."

"No worries rubs throbbing head... phones are expensive briefly forgets the past 4 years... accidents happen is cleared to keep running by a sports organization," you manage to get out.

"Still, I feel really bad that I pushed you hard enough to send you through a fence. Maybe there's someway I can make it up to you."

You get a few ideas.

"Let's be running buddies! Cardio is miserable enough, so there might as well be more than one person suffering through it at a time!"

"Yeah, sure..." you glumly reply.

"Jeez, I just suggested a commitment without even introducing myself. Hi, my name is Miss Milk! What's yours?"

"John."

"Yep, you look like a John. I've come across a lot of Johns in my life and you definitely seem like the Johniest."

You continue to jog alongside her. You really did not want to exercise today. The midday sun is beating down on you and the stranger pretty hard.

You're short enough (compared to Miss Milk) to be able to ogle her breasts without being noticed.

"Those things are huge!" you think to yourself.

They had always seemed big when you saw her from a distance around town, but now you know just how impressive they are up close.

"God, I wish I could see them in their bare-beauty..."

You suddenly remember the dream and the incident with Mr. Done this morning.

"Could it work?" you think to yourself, jogging with your fingers on your chin.

You hold your hand out and point it at Miss Milk.

"I've gotta pick something tame in case it doesn't work. Something I can easily pass-off as something stupid if this fail," you think to yourself.

"Miss Milk, please do 3 cartwheels!" you say aloud.

Miss Milk's green eyes turn a glowing purple. She does three consecutive cartwheels then resumes jogging as if nothing happened.

"Now... freeze!"

Miss Milk stops in place perfectly, looking like a life-like statue or someone who walked into a fight between a British vampire and a Japanese high schooler. You feel like a camera guy in a porno that gets full-body close-ups as you gravitate around her. You have Miss Milk resume jogging.

"You look pretty young, how old are you?' she asks, looking over at you.

"A minimum of 18," you tell her.

"Also gulp show me your tits when you talk to me on this jog," you say while using your mind control.

Miss Milk casually pulls her sports bra up with one hand, unleashing both of her huge breasts.

"I'm a mom, so that tells you enough," Miss Milk says.

"How old are your kids?"

"They're both in college and out of state. I miss those two, but having peace and quiet is nice too."

Miss Milk pulls her top back down when she re-focuses back on jogging.

"I see. So she's a single mom..." you think to yourself.

This information will definitely help with whatever dirty tricks you decide to pull. But for the time-being, you decide to have more fun with your powers.

"Tell me you're a cock loving slut!"

"I'm a cock loving slut!"

"You there! Pick up your dog and run with it like a football!" you yell at a stranger walking his dog.

You and Miss Milk watch the man pick up his dog and cradle him like football before running away.

"Did that guy just carry his dog like a football after you told him to?" Miss Milk asks.

"Nope, you didn't see that," you say with mind control.

Miss Milk forgets what she saw and keeps jogging.

Some time passes, you feel yourself getting used to jogging.

"I can't just test this power out on "vanilla" mode. I need to see how much further I can take things with this MILF," you think to yourself.

"Miss Milk, how do you feel?" you ask her with mind-control.

"I feel sweaty," she says back.

"No, I meant deep-down inside."

"Hungry."

"Wh- I mean your feelings."

"I'm feeling hungry."

"Come o- how do you feel emotionally and don't say something about food!"

"I feel... lonely," Miss Milk answers.

Her expression changes from determined to gloomy.

"I never did bounce back after my husband left. You think you meet the love of your life, but time says otherwise. I tried to date to, y'know, get back in the game, but everyone was too put off by me. I mean just look at me; I'm fucking massive! There's no way any guy would give me a try. I should just give up or go lesbian..."

You try to think of a solution that would benefit the both of you.

"Miss Milk, from now on, I want you to act true to your desires! If there's something you want, stop at nothing until you get it!"

Miss Milk's eyes return to normal and she shakes her head.

"I think I just got my second wind! I feel like I could run 10 marathons right now!" she says out loud.

You're happy to see Miss Milk return to her cheerful demeanor as she shadow boxes while jogging.

buzz bzzt

"Looks like my time's up," she says while looking at her phone. "My house is just after this one."

"Damn! Her jog must be over," you think to yourself.

"Today was pretty nice. I'll definitely come by your house to get you tomorrow, so you better be ready when I get there!" Miss Milk says with an energetic grin.

Just like before, her phone slips out of her sweaty hand. Instead of going throughout a repeat of events, you quickly lunge your hand out to grab it before it can fall any further. To your luck, or misfortune, you save the phone... by smashing it into Miss Milk's breast.

You freeze while your hand sinks in further. Both you and Miss Milk are deadpan until inertia stops you.

You hold your free hand below your pressing-one to catch the phone as you never closed your grabbing hand. You don't have much time to savor the soft, warm feeling before the hard, warm piece of technology hits your palm.

"H-Here's your p-phone," you say as you hand Miss Milk back her phone.

You're shaking as she looks down on you with an emotionless stare. Out of the blue, she pins you against her neighbor's fence, putting both of her hands next to the sides of your head.

"Think you could get away with feeling me up?" she asks.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I."

You no longer know words, just the letter "I". Things were going smoothly when you were in control but now that you're pinned against a fence, your fight-or-flight instinct adds a third option: just say one letter over and over.

"C'mere!" Miss Milks sternly yells at you while grabbing your hand.

Fear consumes you and you blindly let her take you. Her neighbor's fence has a door, except this one's in the front. It's unlocked and she takes you to the backyard.

You find yourself against the fence once again.

"You seemed like such a nice guy. How could you turn out to be such a fucking pervert?" she tells you.

Miss Milk grabs both of your wrists and pins you against the fence while pressing her body against yours.

"Then again, I kinda want to see those balls you have enough since they're apparently big enough to grope me."

Miss Milk brings her lips to yours. She kisses you sloppily, yet passionately, while grinding against you.

"My kissing skills may be sloppy, but maybe that'll come in handy next."

Miss Milk gives you a smile similar to a super villain cornering the hero. Before you can react, she grabs your shirt from the bottom and pulls it off over your shoulders in one motion.

"Take your fucking clothes off!" she tells you.

She takes your shoes and bottoms off next, leaving you standing naked in a stranger's backyard. While your dick may be impressive, it's still erecting.

"A raw cock. It's been a while since I've seen one up close," Miss Milk says, wiping drool off her lip. "It's making me excited."

Miss Milk pulls her top up like she did when she was jogging. You can't help but focus all of your attention on them. They're so big and perfect that you feel yourself getting hypnotized by their slow sway.

"Your cock is making me feel all hot~" she says panting.

As Miss Milk rubs her nipples, you see her aureolas starting to look shiny out in the bright sun. She starts to pinch them when the dots connect: she's lactating.

"Surprised? Never seen a woman lactate?" Miss Milk says. "Want a taste?"

Miss Milk presses her breast against your face. Her nipple rubs against your lips. You stick your tongue out and lap at the sweet tip before latching on with your mouth.

Your cock gets hard instantaneously, definitely a first for you. Miss Milk cradles your head as you suck out her sweet juices.

"Fuuuuuuuck, John... this, this is really turning me on~" Miss Milk says.

She reaches down and feels your hard, thick cock. She squeezes it in her hand before massaging it up and down.

"Mother fuck! I need to get some of this!" she says.

Miss Milk takes her tights and shoes off in a mad-dash. Now, both of you are naked in her neighbor's backyard. You can only momentarily look down at her shaved pussy before she turns around to present her bubble-butt.

"Let's get fucking crazy!" she says.

Miss Milk spreads her pussy and backs up to envelop the tip of your cock.

"Ooooohhhh, fuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk~" she moans out.

You can't see it, but she goes from gritting her teeth to letting her mouth hang open after falling down to the base.

"Ah, yeah!" she says each time she pushes on and off of you.

She feels heavy against you, pure T and A and muscle, baby, but you don't care; it's fucking amazing. The one time you take your eyes off of her backside to look up at the neighbor's second-story window, is when she turns around to look at you.

"Worried we might get seen? What should we do if we do get caught? Should we stop and explain how I'm keeping a raging beast from wreaking havoc on the neighborhood or keep going not giving a fuck what she says?" Miss Milk tells you.

You manage to reclaim enough composure to try and bring the situation back in your favor.

You grip the sides of Miss Milk's ass and take over the thrusting.

"Ah, yeah! Give it to me hard~" she says.

Miss Milk bends over and grips her knees tightly as she takes your cock. You wish you were in front of a mirror or something to see her massive breasts sway back and forth. The familiar feeling of a warm liquid hits your shins in splatters; it's most likely her breast milk still leaking out and hitting you from above your feet.

"It's been so long since I've been fucked! I never want this feeling to end!" Miss Milk says.

You and Miss Milk go at a steady pace for a bit longer before she speaks up.

"Harder, John! I'm almost there!" she says to you.

You speed up, going harder and harder.

Miss Milk cums hard on your cock. Her entire body shakes and she lets out an uncontrollable, shaky moan. Her spasming pussy is too much for you and brings you to orgasm next. The initial spurts of cum make it inside her pussy, but Miss Milk falls over and you put the rest on her back. You fall on your ass and recover your breath. By the time you're feeling back to normal, Miss Milk is standing in front of you with her arms closed.

You are 100% convinced you are about to die when she leans down and grabs your shoulders.

"That was fucking amazing, partner!" she says with a smile.

Miss Milk pulls you and brings you in for a hug.

"Haaaah, it's been so long since I've felt anything like that!" she says, still hugging you.

You feel absolutely dead and the only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of Miss Milk's naked body.

"I guess we better put our clothes back on. My neighbor is actually a pretty nice person and I don't want her to see in such a compromising scenario," Miss Milk says.

You both put your clothes back. Also, you see your streak of fresh cum soak through the back of her top.

Ordinarily, you would feel your libido rising back up like a veiny phoenix, but the jogging took a lot out of you.

"We should exchange numbers so we can meet up again tomorrow," you tell Miss Milk while pulling out your phone.

Miss Milk gets behind you and puts her hands on your shoulders.

"Where are you going, partner?" she says, rubbing your shoulders. "We've still got some more workouts before we're finished for today. You won't mind coming back to my house for a but, hmm?"

You break out in a cold sweat as Miss Milk walks you over to her house.

You can only hope that your dick and balls function normally after Miss Milk gets a decade worth of fucking done in a single evening.