There's only tits on her mind

"So, let me get this straight. Your tits hypnotize people."

"Yeeesss"

"Just a glance at your bare chest is enough to make someone completely obedient."

"Yeeesss"

"Stay right there for a moment."

"Yeeesss"

Do I really want to just use Kate like this? I thought to myself. She my new flatmate and I want her to trust me, but I might not have a better opportunity to stop the inevitable flat fights.

"Kate, I want you to listen to me" I said, thinking fuck it, I need a foothold. "Whenever you hear me, and only me, say 'tittydrop', you'll instantly fall back into this trance until I tell you to wake up. Understand?"

"Yeeesss"

"Good. When I wake you up you'll have no memory about what I just told you. Now wake up."

It's a strange sight, watching someone leave that trance. The eyes perk up, the breath spikes, the mouth twitches, and a ripple of tiny muscle flexes rushes down the body, all within half a second. You don't notice the level of detail that goes into the passive movement of a human until you see something this drastic. I'm sure a neuroscientist would find it fascinating. I was more concerned with the sight that greeted me when she inadvertently turned to face me.

Kate POV:

Was I just starting at my boobs? I thought as life came crashing back to me. Realizing there was a mirror in front of me, I desperately turned away. Right towards Sam. Ah shit, he got himself caught. Wait, why is he in here? Please don't tell me I've got another perv flatmate.

"Were you trying to get a peak of me naked?"

"Nooo"

"No? Why are you in here then?"

"Worrried bout youu. Takiing agess"

"How long was I in here?"

"Overr two hoours"

I can forgive him for that. I thought. Genuine care and no creepiness.

"OK. Close your eyes until I tell you to open them."

Sam POV:

They were perfect. Awesome. Incomparable. Majestic. I'll stop there because I would run out of adjectives before doing them justice. They were all that mattered. They were all I could think about. I heard Kate's voice talking, and my own voice answering. That wasn't important. All I cared about was those magnificent breasts.

"OK. Close your eyes until I tell you to open them."

My eyes obeyed. Sure, I wanted to keep staring, but my eyes closed on their own. There was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I wanted to do about it. I just let my eyes shut on they own accord. Wait, what's happening? I found myself suddenly able to think again. I could still remember that sight, but it wasn't taking up my entire brain anymore.

I heard clothes rustling. I would have opened my eyes to see what was going on, but I found it didn't seem all that important. "Don't worry." Kate's voice. "I'll get dressed then I'll explain everything." More hasty clothes noises followed, then finally "Alright, open your eyes now."

A/N: Please tell me what you think of this. Honestly my first real attempt at writing any kind of story since English class at school.