Jess, under new owership

You shift a little. This is turning you on. Minutes ago you were reading through mind-control porn with half-a-mind to stick your hand in your panties and jill off. Your body, your pussy, is primed for this. Jess’s hypnotized act is really turning you on. And if Jess is hot, and she is, then hypnotized Jess is even hotter.

“The Illuminati are in my head, Leah. I hear their words and they become my thoughts. Their words, my thoughts. I know I should fight, should stop, but it feels too good.”

She draws out the word “good” and then with the same just too long gap after the word she gives another sigh of pleasure. And it’s impossible for you not to interpret that sigh as subliminally-suggested sexual submission. That noise and its meaning goes in your ears and travels electric down your spine into all your erogenous zones.

Jess knows about your mind-control kink, about imagining the Illuminati controlling you is your big fetish. Hell, she’s read the sex stories you’ve written all about it. But this? This is so fucking cool! Fuck yeah, Jess, this is one hell of a Christmas present. Your heart is already beating fast from your arousal, but it picks up pace even more when you realise this might be a prelude for Jess making her threesome offer again. And this time you might say “yes”!

“Jess,” you begin eagerly, and then stop as you realise she really doesn’t seem to be able to hear you. Because she’s speaking over you again.

“It feels good to obey. It feels good to be on display.”

There’s no preamble, Jess just pulls up her baggy purple t-shirt and you gasp at the sight revealed. The way she was leaning forward and the ridiculous tent-like size of the t-shirt meant you couldn’t get a hint of anything beneath. Now you can see she’s not wearing a bra or anything else under the t-shirt. But you’ve seen Jess’s breasts before. You don’t get all the way through high school with your best friend without copping more than a peek. And given what she’s been saying you’re not the least bit surprised to see that her nipples are stiff with arousal. What does surprise, what you haven’t seen before, are those boobs.

“It feels good to obey. It feels good to be changed.”

Jess has had a boob job. A part of you wants to believe that this is her idea of a funny way to reveal that to you. But most of you is dealing with the crashing revelation that all this might be real. That maybe the Illuminati really are beaming their commands into her brain through the headphones on her head. That Jess isn’t pretending to be hypnotized by the secret masters of the world. That she’s submissively had herself altered for their perverted sexual aesthetics.

(There's a part of you wondering what this is going to do to her back, but no-one's listening to that killjoy.)

Jess’s head droops sleepily, and she pauses like that: t-shirt pulled up and her big new boobs revealed.

Jess was always a bit smaller than you in the chest department. For a while that was a kind of comfort for you. But once Jess showed that she could get a guy no problem and you found you were more complicated it just became one of those things. Now Jess is at least two cup sizes bigger than you. Her new boobs don’t look fake, not like two melons stuck on her chest. They droop under gravity, they jiggle a little as she breathes in complete relaxation. They look completely natural, if a little implausible on her petit frame. They’re more hooters than titties. But you know they’re enhanced, because you know the before as well as the after.

“My mind and my body are clay to be moulded.” Jess’s head drifts up and she looks at your through the screen again. “I enjoy being moulded.”

She positions the t-shirt so her breasts keep it up. She begins to play with her hooters with her hands, kneading them gently and paying special attention to her nipples. As you gape open-mouthed the evidence is right there that they’re as soft as real tit-flesh. She grips hold of both of her new twins and pushes them together to form a deep deep cleavage.

“It feels good to obey. To play with myself, to expose myself, to be on display.”

This is Jess! Your best friend from high school. You shouldn't be looking at her like this. She's your co-conspirator, the girl you can make dark jokes to, and watch hentai with, and who reads your sex stories, and fuck this is a train of thought that isn't helping. You want to look at her, hypnotized and sexy, fucked with mind and body, and playing with her tits. A friend wouldn't look away, right? It must be what she wants.

Jess pulls down her top, dropping her hands to her waist, and hiding away her big tits. She leans back for a moment, staring at you again with hooded unblinking eyes. You blink you eyes, aware they're dry from staring.

“I obey automatically. I obey completely,” Jess tells you in response to commands you can’t hear. In response to the Illuminati programming. With a sigh of pure sexual pleasure that now comes in time with the words she adds, “I obey without thought.”

Jess pushes forward, resuming the position she had when the call began. Then she keeps moving forward, her big tits enough to fill out her baggy t-shirt at this angle as they hang down concealed but very much present. Her head disappears from sight as it passes over the camera’s field of view, but her words are still clear.

“It feels good to obey. It feels good to be on display.”

On her hands and knees Jess turns on the bed. The way her breasts swing as she turns is a marvel as the t-shirt gives a perfect view of underboob. She keeps turning till her ass is pointed squarely at her phone and you. Her pale orange skirt is short and you can see the bare skin of her thighs and a surprisingly green set of panties. She drops unceremoniously onto her face. Jess is face down and ass up.

Jess’s skirt still covers most of her ass, but she’s flashing you the front of her green panties. They're not a lacy black thong or anything like it. They do have some sort of logo on them at the very front just under the white waistband. But you don’t pay it much attention, because it’s a bit hard to make out at this distance from her camera and there’s something else demanding your attention close to the logo. There’s a prominent dark spot on her green panties.

You’ve seen Jess in her panties before. But you’ve never seen her from this angle. And you’ve never seen her panties wet from her arousal. She’s been repeating how it felt good to obey. You have an excellent idea exactly how good and in what way she must have been made to feel that pleasure to obey.

Jess starts talking again. But with her head further away and her face in the bedclothes you can no longer make out the words. She reaches back and pulls her skirt down her back, revealing her ass and her green panties completely. You can make out the logo clearly now. It’s an eye within a triangle, the All Seeing Eye of the Illuminati.

Any further and you'll know this is indisputably real. Jess is going to stop any second and give you that dirty wicked laugh from her innocent face any second now. This can't be real.