Friday!

Friday:

The next morning, I woke up more excited than ever. I had judged the convention way too harshly yesterday; it was actually kind of a blast. Today, I decided if I was going to be there, I might as well dress the part especially as a proud MILF, so I went with a cartoon my brother used to watch called, Sailor Moon.

I took one of my favorite skirts,which usually hit mid-thigh, and took a pair of scissors to the hem. I trimmed it until it ended right at the curve of my ass. I knew that with every single step, the fabric would ride up and expose the swell of my cheeks, but that was part of the thrill. For the top, I found an old blouse that had shrunk in the wash. As I buttoned it, the fabric strained desperately against my heavy breasts. Visible gaps formed between the buttons, offering glimpses of my inner cleavage, my navel, and strips of bare skin. I knew if I stretched my arms, the whole thing would likely fling open, which would be quite the sight, considering I wasn't wearing a bra. I styled my hair into high pigtails and admired the view. Without even thinking, I took out my phone and took a picture of myself.

But more than the outfit, I was obsessed with seeing the Cloaks again. Those mysterious, tall figures in their heavy black robes. I’d been thinking about them all night. I desperately wanted them to say they liked my outfit, I was craving their approval. I wanted to be the little trophy they passed around. I quickly made my way outside.

I had already started the car and was preparing to reverse when my son ran out of the house and flung the passenger door open.

"Mom, what the heck?" he panted. "You almost left without me! And why are you dressed like that? Are you trying to make a point or something? Because yesterday was weird enough."

"Honey, I’m not trying to make a point," I said, checking my reflection one last time. "I told you yesterday: I’m a MILF. That’s an identity I have to embrace."

He sat down and buckled up, looking traumatized. "This might be our last convention ever, so we should really make the most of it," I added.

"Might be? You were pretty adamant yesterday morning that this would be our last." He looked completely lost.

"Well, I’ve always told you to keep an open mind, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. Keeping an open mind... and hopefully, keeping my hands full."

‘Speaking of handfuls,” he said and then reached out to grab my pretty boobies. I let him touch them for a whole second before slapping his hand away.

“Naughty boy,” I said, “These don’t belong to you.”

With nothing else to say, he turned and faced forward, wearing his red cloud Naruto robe. As soon as we got to the convention, I split up from my son while he went to go listen to some of his favourite voice actors do a panel, and invariably my feet ended up bringing me back to where those strange boys held that cosplay competition yesterday.

I desperately wanted to join in, so I knocked on the door to their room, where a cloaked figure open the door and let me in. “The MILF is back! “He shouted back into the room behind him.

At least someone could recognize me for what I was.

The one with the pretty eyes stepped forward, opening the door completely. “Come on in.” So I did, but not without noticing his eyes devouring my body. I kept my hands behind my back, clasped together to make sure my chest had its full effect on him and the rest of these young boys.

“No time to waste today,” he said, turning to face me and look me in the eye. “You will listen to everything I say. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied automatically, though I was having trouble figuring out what was going on. Everything just felt so calm and so blue.

“When you wake up, you’ll forget everything you heard during this trance, but the orders will continue to exist within your mind. You will wake up and be convinced that you are literally an anime girl. You will act like a traditional, fan-service-focused anime girl because that is what you are. But not just any anime; think of yourself as part of a harem anime in which you completely fetishize me and the other Cloaks as the hottest, coolest, sexiest guys you’ve ever met. And you’re such a fangirl that you are willing to be used and objectified by us as we take you around the convention hall as our personal doll.” He let out a little cough after all those words and drank some water. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir, I understand.

I looked down at my tiny, shredded skirt and my bursting blouse, and I felt a surge of pure, sugary adrenaline.

"Oh! My! Gosh!" I squealed, my voice hitting a pitch so high it sounded like it belonged in a dubbed opening credits sequence. I pressed my palms to my burning cheeks and wiggled my hips, feeling my heavy pigtails bounce. "Master! You guys are... you’re so cool! I can’t believe I’m standing here with the Cloaks! You guys are so yummyyyy! Eeeeee!"

The blue-eyed leader exchanged a bored look with his friends. "Glad you're awake, Stacy. Are you ready to be our good little fan-service doll today?"

"Ready? I was born ready, Senpai!" I chirped. I threw my chest out, the buttons on my blouse groaning as they strained to hold back my massive MILF cleavage. One of the middle ones popped off, allowing for my melons to almost come tumbling out! I did a clumsy, pigeon-toed little pose, sticking my tongue out and giving them a playful wink. "Does Stacy look cute enough for you? Or should I show a little more... skin? Tehe!"

The dirty one in the back didn't even bother to respond with words. He just stepped forward and took a firm, possessive grip of my left breast, squeezing the heavy weight through the thin fabric. I let out a loud, exaggerated gasp, my hands flying to my mouth in a "surprised" anime pose.

"My body feels so tingly when such powerful, handsome guys touch me! I’m just a helpless, thirsty fan girl in your hands!"

"Shut up and walk," the leader commanded, grabbing a handful of my blonde hair like a leash.

“Where are we taking her?” One of the Cloaks asked.

“Are you kidding me,” blue-eyes said, “We got our own personal marketing tool here. If we can get this strict MILF to bow so easily, imagine the damage we could do out there.” He looked at me, still holding my hair, causing me to drool, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Yes, master. I’m such a good slut.”

They all laughed at that. I was just happy to make them feel so good.

As soon as we stepped out of the room and onto the main convention floor, I skipped, my short skirt flipping up with every step to give the passing nerds a face-full of my jiggling backside. The Cloaks walked like they owned the place, their hands constantly on me. One had a firm grip on my waist, his fingers digging into my soft skin, while another kept his hand clamped onto the curve of my rear, kneading the flesh as we moved. Every touch caused my brain to go poof, and my pretty cunt to get so wet. I was almost cumming right there on the convention floor. “Please- sir. Keep touching me!”

Whenever we stopped at a booth for them to recruit people to their convention, I would lean over the table, deliberately resting my massive tits on the merchandise. "Master, look!" I pointed at a display of figures, pushing my ass back so that one of the cloak’s cocks could rest comfortably between my ass cheeks. I wiggled my butt back and forth and back and forth. The chubby guy selling the figures didn’t seem to mind the view of my squashed up tits, though I’m pretty sure my pink areolas were visible between my tight blouse. “Can I show you a 'special' move to thank you for taking me out? It’s so fun being an anime girl in the real world with no consequences!" I turned around and opened my legs so everyone could get a nice look at my white cotton panties.

"Show us," he muttered, looking bored but keeping a heavy hand on my shoulder.

In the middle of the crowded aisle, I turned around and bent over. "Look, Master! Stacy-chan can make her whole butt show just by shaking it!" I began to shake my hips vigorously, my short skirt riding up. SLowly my fat white cheeks peeked out, getting stuck about halfway. I put on a little pouty face as I jumped and jumped until my entire rear was exposed to the shocked convention-goers. I looked through my legs at the Cloaks, my face flushed with intense adoration. I was so lucky to be used by these nerdy boys. "Everyone is staring at me, Master! It makes me feel so wet and hot! Use me more! Please!"

The Cloaks didn't even look at the crowd. They just took turns swatting my exposed cheeks and gripping my thighs, treating me like their personal, living doll. I was their biggest fan, and as I looked up at the blue-eyed boy with a doting, submissive smile.

"You're doing great, Stacy" the leader said, patting my head dismissively. "Now, keep parading. We want everyone to see our prize."

“Yessir.” I walked slowly between them as they took turn giving me little spanks with each spank causing me to moan. I think they enjoyed the fact that each of my shrieks got a little louder. Eventually we made it to a larger convention hall where popular voice actors were speaking.

Between the haze of my world, I thought I remembered having a dorky son that was in the convention hall.

The blue-eyed cloak looked at me and blinked. “Stacy, do you have a daughter and is she hot?”

Out of the haze, I responded, “Yes, she goes to the state college. And she is beautiful.”

“Tell us if she’s hot as if you were one of us.”

My eyes went wide as I said, “Dude, she’s got a fat ass and her tits are smaller than mine but they are so perky and she runs track so she’s super fucking fit and flexible so you can bend her however you want.”

“Hmmm,” he thought. “Once we’re done here today and you get home, I want you to call her to come here tomorrow. I don’t want to share you as much as I have.”

“Yessir.”

“Wake up!” He snapped his fingers.

“Oooh, master please touch me again? Are we going in that space with all those people. Please I want to be stared at and touched.” I was almost shaking, and my nipples were so hard.

They walked me through the aisle, my knees knocking together and my skirt hitched so high that my white cotton panties were flashing the entire row. "Excuse me! Gomen'nasai!" I squealed, throwing my chest out so my heavy, uncontained breasts bounced violently. Everyone was looking at me.

Suddenly, I saw a flash of a red-cloud robe. My son was sitting three rows in, his jaw dropping so far I thought it might hit the floor.

"M-Mom?" he choked out, his face turning a shade of purple that matched my Sailor Moon ribbons. I knew he was so horny.

I didn't even break character. I hopped toward him, placing my hands on my cheeks in a classic anime pose. "Oh! It's you!?" I wiggled my hips, and one of the Cloaks pulled down my panties so the curve of my ass was fully visible to him and everyone in his row. "Aren't they so cool and manly? Stacy-chan is so lucky to be their special little toy!"

"Mom, stop it! What are you doing? Everyone is looking! I’ve always thought you were sexy but this is too far." He tried to stand up, his eyes darting around in pure, unadulterated horizontal terror.

“You’re so silly!” I said, stretching my arms wide, causing my top to break fully open, as it barely hid anything at all. “This is how Stacy- chan always dresses!”

The blue-eyed leader stepped forward, placing a heavy, possessive hand on the back of my neck. He looked down at my son with a sneer. "Your mom is just being a good little fan girl. She knows her place."

"She's... she's not..." my son stammered, looking at my flushed, vacant face.

"Oh, look, Master! He’s blushing! How cute!" I giggled, leaning over so my blouse gapped open right in front of my son's face. I reached out and did a playful 'peace sign' by my eye, sticking my tongue out in a perfect ahegao face eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, looking completely broken and blissful.

The leader laughed, reaching into his robe and pulling out his cock carefully so it would be hard for the other convention goers to notice. It was already hard and throbbing. "Since you're such a big fan, Stacy, why don't you show your 'friend' here how much you appreciate us?"

"Yessir! Anything for my masters!" I chirped. I didn't hesitate for a second. I grabbed his dick with both hands, my eyes glazed over with adoration. I started pumping it with a rhythmic, desperate energy, my pigtails whipping back and forth. "Mmmn~ so big! So cool! Stacy-chan loves her master's thick pole!"

My son looked like he was going to vomit. He tried to turn away, but the other Cloaks surrounded his seat, looming over him like shadows, and obstructing the outside view.

"You like that we made your mom our grope-doll slut, huh?" the dirty one whispered, leaning down to slap my exposed butt cheek right in front of the boy’s face. SMACK. The sound echoed over the voice actor's microphone. "Look at her. She’s obsessed with us. She’d do anything we say."

I kept pumping, my breath coming in ragged, high-pitched moans. I looked at my son through my peripheral vision, my tongue still out, my face a mask of lewd, anime-inspired ecstasy. "Don't be mad! You should be happy for me! I finally found my calling as a mindless anime bimbo for these amazing guys!"

The Cloaks started taking turns reaching down, squeezing my tits and swatting my ass while I continued to service their leader in the middle of the crowded aisle.

I let out a long, shuddering moan, my eyes rolling back so far only the whites were showing. "Yes... a good little sluts for the Cloaks... Aaaahhh!" My tongue dropped from my mouth, ready to take whatever was coming next.

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