Mind Break

Melissa stirred first, her tiny frame shifting under the weight of something—her chest, impossibly heavy. She blinked awake, glancing down, and gasped sharp—“What the fuck?!?!” Her breasts loomed enormous, cartoonish globes dwarfing her gnome stature, her hips flared wide like a human woman’s. She sucked in a deep breath, panic spiking, then steadied—memories of last night’s drunken haze flooding back, the ale, the sex. A hangover pulsed, muddying her thoughts. She cast Purify, golden light washing over her, the fog lifting, her mind snapping clear. Curious, she cupped her massive chest, hands sinking into the exaggerated flesh, jiggling them—wild, surreal. She stood, balance off, hips swaying heavy, and flicked her wrist—a tall mirror shimmered out of her pocket dimension.

Staring at her reflection, she gasped again—short gnome height clashed with a body sculpted beyond reason: breasts ballooned huge, hips cartoon-wide, her three-foot silver hair a cascade framing it all. “I am not gonna explain this,” she muttered, half-laughing, half-freaked. Steven stirred at the commotion, groaning as he woke, his head throbbing—two ales, wine, a rookie drunk in this body. He cast Purify, the glow banishing his hangover, clarity rushing in. He looked over—Melissa, a curvy caricature, hips flared, chest obscene. His dick shot hard instantly, a primal jolt at her exaggerated form.

“Steve, I—I like it, but how’ll I explain this?” she said, voice wobbling, hands still on her breasts. He grinned, shrugging loose. “Who cares?” he said, gesturing her over, heat in his eyes. She flicked her wrist, the mirror vanishing back to her pocket space, and climbed atop him, straddling his hips. Her tripled sensitivity—his Soulbinding tweak—ignited; she rode him like a sex addict, hips slamming down, taking him deep. “I—can’t—get—enough,” she panted between thrusts, her tiny body a frenzy, massive breasts bouncing wild, wide hips grinding hard. She moaned loud—“Oh, Stevey, fuck!”—a **** to the pleasure, her voice slurring into **** gasps.

Steven gripped her flared hips, thrusting up—her cartoon curves shook, her tightness a vice as she rode, triple sensitivity driving her mad. He couldn’t hold it—“Fuck!”—he came hard, spilling inside her, and the Soulbinding Lvl 3 link snapped her to him—she came too, a violent shudder, eyes glazing over unnatural white as she screamed—“Yes, gods, YES!”—pleasure breaking her. A DING chimed; he cast Identify: Soulbinding Lvl 4: Capacity 2 major, 1 minor soul. Influence: Full control over thralls. New: Mind Break achieved—complete submission via overwhelming pleasure; thrall unquestioningly obeys, soul fully bound. He blinked—mindblowing sex had shattered her will, locking her to him utterly.

Her eyes faded back to normal, soft and adoring. “Ye’re right—who cares? Ye’re all that matters now,” she said, honest, hugging him tight, her massive chest squashing against him. She nuzzled in, a perfect thrall, her submission sealed.