Interlude: (In)voluntary Mindfuck

Finally leaving the school, I'm relieved to finally finish one of the most eventful days of my life so far. Kate was a menace today. I've known her for so long, and while we were able to talk like normal during lunch I got to see her handiwork several times throughout the day. That poor girl yelling angrily back at two guys as they film her twerking, the guy from before pulled aside into a room by Kate, and two girls locked in a heavy makeout as their eyes frantically look around the hallway. I'm lucky she got my commands taken care, she did a number on lots of our classmates and I shudder to think what could have happened.

I know I can't blame her, underneath she's still the same Kate. We talked about anime, tech news, random drama at lunch like everything was just normal. Even after we fucked our brains out a few hours earlier, and even though I couldn't pull my hand from her ass the entire time. The tiny lizard brain part of me was drooling over her changes, she's an absolute bombshell now and I'm just allowed to enjoy her body whenever I want. Even without the compulsion I'd probably be all over her soon. But the empathetic part of me hurts using her like that, and I hate seeing her turn into a controlling.....thing when people crossed her.

Getting into my car, I decide to shake it off. I know Kate's got her brain all mixed up, she can't help it. And through those compulsions, she's still the same sweet girl I know. Maybe I can help her out somehow. Thinking about how clear her mind got after we fucked, I harden up a little and feel just a bit guilty at the idea of taming her as a couple. Given her new compulsions, I'm not sure if monogamy will work for her, but I'd be open. I admittedly have crushed on her for a while, and if I can keep my friend's thought's straight while I'm at it no harm I guess. Still, feels like using her more.

Pulling out of the school's driveway, I turn towards the center of town before I frown. I was supposed to go straight home. Oh well, I'll just take this turn....and I went right past that one too. Am I ok? I just, looked at it and kept going straight, like I'm just on autopilot going to the center of town. One more turn missed, and I start to get seriously worried. Is something wrong with me? What's going on, am I just freezing up from a stealth panic attack or something? Eventually though, I do make a turn and the answer given to me is far worse than I could have imagined. Oh God no.

I want to stay in my car. No, I want to leave. Yet I pop open the door anyways and approach the pink doors. Behind them, I see the sterile white room of what looks somewhat like a hair salon. Chairs with equipment behind them, front desk right behind the doors. Two receptionists chatting it up together, lazily leaning over the desk in what looks like a porn parody secretary outfit, with rather conspicuous black collars around their necks. Despite my all my willpower, I push open the doors and the two receptionists snap upright into a well trained posture and smile.

"Welcome to BimboTech! How may we be of service?" They say in unison. No trace of the previously disinterested women remain, the employee collars clearly calling all the shots. With their impressive busts pressed out by their arched backs, they stand at attention as I walk forwards. We stare for a moment, the two of them unflinchingly smiling while I grow red, before I find myself breaking the silence.

"I want bigger boobs." Clamping my hands over my mouth, I can't believe what I just said. I knew something would happen though, you don't just walk down to BimboTech involuntarily and not get augmented. I've heard stories of rogue hypnotists taking advantage of women like this. Naturally, the women who were supposedly hypnotized deny it, and so does BimboTech, but the rumors have been persistent ever since their brand of science, magic, whatever became more commonplace. Whatever drives a profit, I guess they don't care they're already melting women's brains for entertainment on TV.

"Wonderful!" The one on the right replies, as the other slumps back down. The left woman looks at me concernedly, and looks over to her coworker.

"Eliza, I think something is- absolutely RIGHT!" The sudden change in demeanor is shocking. She knows I'm helpless here, but can't do anything. "Please select your package below." On the desk in front of me, several pictures get displayed, all showing me with a modified bust. I want to run, but instead I just look over the options below.

• Envious: Reduction in breast size, with high shame over breast size. Nipples enlarged, permanently erect, and very sensitive. Obsession over other’s breasts.
• Playful: Minor increase to size. Inability to wear a bra. Playful speech and teasing about breasts. Flash breasts when asked.
• Handsy: Moderate increase in breast size. Hands will idly play with breasts when unoccupied. Allow others to touch freely.
• Eye Candy: Large increase in breast size. Always show cleavage and flaunt breasts. Allow ogling freely.

“Do- do I have to get a package? What if I just want a normal size increase!” My heart was racing as I considered the options. At least the largest one wasn’t too big, it still looked normal-ish on my frame. Just, strange and unfamiliar.

“Sorry, we only offer as package deals. We do however, allow you to select multiple packages! In cases like this, the physical changes will be additive, while all the mental changes will be applied.” Adding more than one change? No thank you, I don’t even want that one. Poking around the menu, I see that selecting two options highlights both, with the little preview pictures showing the updated portrait of me in real time.

“I’ll take-” I stop myself. I had ended up selecting Playful and Eye Candy, which resulted in a rather large chest. Not hyper unrealistic, not yet. But enough that if this were on some other girl it’d be hard to take my eyes off. I can’t take this, I need to stop myself!

“I’ll t-t-take these two….” No! I need to run, I shouldn't be standing here!

"Great! Now, if you'll sign this and offer payment information, we'll be all set!" A signature line appears on the desk, and I trace my finger along it to sign.

"I'll, being charging to Kate Morgan's account." My eyes flash open. Kate! What did you do!

"Perfect! We heard you would be showing up. Now, is there anything else you'll want?" No, this is more than enough.

"Yes, I'll get the dancing queen package." My heart stops. A mental change?

"Great! You can select all the modules you want down here!" Before me is listed out a long list of options. I can't believe this is happening, changing my body is enough I can't end up with my brain mixed up too. Yet, I just look down the list.

• Music Box: The classic! Dance whenever you hear music. Always seek an audience.
• Sex Worker: Use your moneymakers! Exchange sexy dances for money and lead them along like a good businesswoman.
• Touch My Body: Stay friendly and close! Tease them, make them feel good, enjoy each other’s bodies to the fullest.

"I'll take the full package.” What? NO!

“Are you sure miss? You want all three?” The woman on the left inquires, apparently out of the collar’s influence. Tell her no!

“Y-y-y-yes.” My heart sinks once more.

"Great! Come this way." The woman on the right still has her bright, collar mandated smile.Taking a wide, hip-swinging strut much like Kate's the collar-controlled woman leads me to one of the chairs as I helplessly follow behind. This, this can't be happening. Pointing me to a seat, I sit down and realize that my life is about to change forever. Feeling the woman placing a collar around my neck, I grimace by her touch. It's really happening.

“Now this will only take a moment, but please relax and just sit still in the chair.” Closing my eyes and praying for this to be a dream, she starts up something and I feel a tingling on my neck. Soon after, a tingling in my head as they undoubtedly scramble my mind. Finally, the sensation moves down to my chest. Feeling a heat in my nipples, a weight grows on me as my bra tightens until finally snapping. The new weight hangs heavy on my chest, and I finally open my eyes to see the last spurt of growth pushing out from under my sweater. These things are massive. Finally feeling the tingling stop, the woman comes over and snaps the collar off my neck.

“Come along this way to the mirrors!” She calls. I sit there in the chair for a moment, looking down at my new chest. I’ll barely be able to see my feet with these things, let alone the mental changes.

“Come along please!” The woman calls again, to which I begrudgingly follow. With my busted bra, each step sends a shock through the new flesh, and walking feels much more difficult than I ever imagined. Standing in front of the mirror, my new figure is shown before me. And it is very top heavy. It doesn’t go into hentai range yet, but we’re getting close. This is maybe the limit of what you could get without everyone suspecting implants, and even then many will suspect that. This is too much, they need to reverse this.

These are ridiculous, you need to change them back! “I LOVE these new boobies, they’re the best!” WHAT!? A smile stays on my face even as I scream inside.

“Perfect to hear! I know your mental changes should be kicking in, so as a complementary gift here’s a more suitable shirt for you.” The woman holds out a tiny top, with the words Eyes Down Here written under a plunging neckline. This is absurd, yet as I think this I find my hands moving to the hem of my sweater.

“Wait, sto- wanna peek?” Despite my best efforts, I peel my sweater up over my head, letting my heavy boobs drop free. Looking in the mirror, they stand surprisingly perky for their size, and no matter what my heart feels a coy smile is held on my face as I look at the employee.

“Why, thank you, but I’m just doing my job!” Giving me my new shirt, I quickly throw it on to give myself some amount of modesty. Plastering the fabric right over my new curves, the shirt ends at the top of my stomach and the neckline almost goes down to my nipples. At least it gives support with how tight it is, given I can’t wear bras anymore.

“Th-thank you. I’m just gonna go now.” My unwearable sweater in hand, I rush past her to the front door, chest jiggling with each step.

“Enjoy the enhancements!”

Quickly making it to my car, I survey the damage. Reaching up to my chest, I confirm they’re as real as they look. I knew the magic was real from what happened to Kate, but experiencing it is completely different. It also seems that the mental changes are the real deal, as I spontaneously stripped off my sweater in front of her. Holding it in my hands, I want to put it back on. I desperately want to wear anything aside from this embarrassing crop top. Yet I make no moves, I sit there looking at it. Am I never going to wear this again?

Throwing it into the back of my car in frustration, I realize I need to buy some more clothes, I don’t have anything this...confident. Nothing my new rules will let me wear at least. I’m going to need to buy some new clothes, and oh God am I dreading this. I’ve always been more modest, having these tits out there is going to be more than embarrassing for me. And this isn’t even considering the dancing triggers…

Still I need new clothes, and I have a plan.

Twenty minutes later, I’m walking through the store with a large assessment of risque tops in my arms. My situation is bad, but at least the earbuds with white noise have managed to keep the store’s music out. I haven’t felt any compulsion yet and I don’t plan to start. Given these are wired earbuds instead of all the fancy new AirPods, it’s kinda precarious….But for now it’s working and I can get out of this BimboTech shirt soon.

Walking around the store, it’s rather obvious how much attention my shirt is getting. Well, more specifically my boobs I guess. I try to hold my clothes in front of them, but I’m unable to raise my hands to hide them from sight. I eventually do raise them, but all I do is press them upwards and make them look even bigger. I’m just, cursed to be on display I guess. I can’t even frown at anyone for staring, the most I’m able to muster when I make eye contact with a passing guy is a wink! Not wanting to display myself more than I needed to, with my 10 tops I make my way to the changing rooms.

Finally alone, I strip off my BimboTech shirt, carefully avoiding pulling out my earsbuds. Boobs hanging free once more, I stare a moment, still in disbelief that this happened. Still, the weight on my chest remains, and I can’t leave here with one shirt that fits. Hanging the shirt next to the door, I look over to the mirror on the side of the room and try on the first one. A long sleeve shirt with a huge plunging neckline, held together by strings criss-crossing the gap. This one looks like it fits the rules, as I’m able to pull it over my head just fine. Naturally, most of my cleavage is perfectly visible, including some underboob the neckline is so deep. Still, it works, so I hang it up again and go for the next. This one, a short-sleeved v-neck, unfortunately doesn’t make the cut. My hands don’t even move. Sighing, I hang this in a different pile when I see the door opening behind me.

Startling, I quickly turn around and face a young man, probably a college student coming from behind the door. “In here!” I yell, but unfortunately he only notices me once the door is already closing. Even worse, my panic dislodged my earsbuds….

“Sorry! I called but you didn’t answer.” Frozen in fear and standing topless before him, I finally hear the ambient pop playing in the store. My hips begin to move, and despite his alarm I see his eyes right on my boobs.

“Did you try to sneak a peak of these?” Damn it! Why do breasts need to have mental changes! Lifting and dropping my massive tits, I swing my hips over to him to the beat of the music in the store, his eyes widening. He must be in a dream.

“No. But I don’t mind it one bit.” He says with a smile. Stepping closer, my body face keeps a coy smile as I press into him. Keeping the rhythm as I sway against him, my bare tits press into his body as I swing my ass back and forth.

“How’d you like this instead?” Turning around and backing my ass into him, I wince inside as his growing erection presses into me. Grabbing his hands and leading them to my boobs, he wastes no time sinking his fingers into my flesh. Butt keeping up the rhythm as I “dance” against his erection, my hands move to stroke his body instead. I can’t believe this is considered a dance, this is just a lap dance standing up. Well, I guess that’s called a dance…

“This is heaven…” He says under his breath.

“It can be even better if you do something for me.” I wink back to him and my heart sinks in fear. My hand roams to the wallet in his pocket and he seems to get the idea. Without any hesitation, he reaches in and hands me a $20 bill. Snatching it from his hands, I pull away from him and turn to face him. His face is beginning to flush, and his dick is clearly seen through his pants. With the bill between my fingers, I rock back and forth as I lower down my skirt down my legs. Only in my panties, I blush as he continues to stare, although what his eyes are on hasn’t really changed. Almost naked, I slip the bill into the waistband of my panties and rock my hips back towards him. With a gentle push, he falls back onto the bench across the mirror, and I turn around and take a seat in his lap.

Trying my best to ignore what I’m **** to do, it’s impossible to ignore his hard dick grinding against my ass. Rolling to the beat, I grab his hand and put them back on my massive chest. Hearing his staggered breathing against my back, I close my eyes and pray for this to finish. After what feels like minutes, my heart sinks as the current song fades seamlessly into the next. Is there going to be any escape from this?

“Are you enjoying?” I find myself asking as I swivel in his lap. Looking directly at the man, his eyes are nearly glued to my tits as he continues to tease the nipples.

“This is amazing…” He says breathless.

“It can be even better if you want…” He gets the message immediately and sticks another $20 bill into my panties. Immediately, I dismount him and undo his pants, swinging my hips the whole time. I’m both horrified at what’s going to happen and amazed at what constitutes dancing. Pulling his pants and underwear down in one motion, his cock springs free and I mount him once more. Rolling myself up and down his shaft as I grind against him, I grab his head and pull him into my boobs. Swaying and grinding into him, he moans a bit in pleasure. With his eyes out of view, my face finally snaps from the seductive smirk into pure horror at my actions.

“Enjoy!” I call out to him. Ok, so my voice still isn’t free. After a minute of slapping his face with my boobs, he pulls away.

“Please, I need to finish.”

“I’ll finish you for $50.” Did this turn me into a prostitute! It was called sex worker I guess, but….what! He doesn’t even answer, just digs into his wallet once more and pulls out three $20 bills. I really hope overpaying isn’t a thing.

“Ooooh, I’ll make this extra special for you.” Oh no. Tucking away the bills one more time, I pull away and lean my face down to his bare dick. I can’t stand to watch, but my eyes won’t shut and I’m **** to witness myself doing this. Sticking out my tongue, I give him a lick from base to tip, then pepper his body in kisses as I drag my boobs against him. He’s having a wet dream while I’m trapped inside here screaming…

Locking lips with him, my tongue dives deep into his mouth against my will, as my hand reaches down to give his dick a few strokes. Grabbing his shirt, I move him to the ground and straddle my legs on either side of him. Sitting my ass back onto his, I gyrate myself into his bare member as I rock my body back and forth, taunting my boobs hanging above him in what is maybe the most unambiguous “dancing” yet. This doesn’t last long though, as I shimmy down his body yet again. Oh God, please no…

Yet my mouth goes back onto his dick and takes him in deep. Thankfully, this is short lived as I go back to my feet. Is it over? My body seems to answer that as I slip off my panties, letting my dick hang free, hardening against my will. Oh, no. Please no. I can’t do anything though as I lower myself, ass parting as his dick lubed up with my spit penetrates me. I’m thankful for all that time with toys, or else this would have hurt like hell going in like that. What a thing to be thankful for…

His eyes go wide as he enters me and I feel that fullness inside. Beginning to rock my hips back and forth, I “dance” on top of him for a while as he goes in and out slowly. Letting my tits swing free, my body takes on a faster rhythm as I bounce up and down on him, praying for this to just end. Thankfully, it isn’t long before I feel him twitch and begin to unload inside of me. I’m disgusted, but at least this signals the end. Although, I’m still unable to move off of him. It’s not until his dick goes flaccid and he slips out of me that I stand up, yet the dancing still continues.

Shimmying my hips even as a little cum drips down, I struggle against my movements as I try to find my clothes. My skirt is easy to pick up, as I lean all the way over to the beat and thrust myself back up the next, thankfully managing to get my skirt in hand. My chest went flying, but at least I was able to step into the skirt. It seems so long as I move to the rhythm, I can kinda direct myself. Grabbing the stupid BimboTech shirt, I at least put it on a makeshift bra. Looking in the mirror as I shimmy and roll, I’m at least decent. I look like I just had sex, I’m a mess and my ass is a little sore, but I’m decent. My buddy here even fell asleep so thankfully no one is here to see me embarrass myself as my tits wiggle around.

It’s at that thought that something clicks inside me. Swiveling on my heel, I turn to the door, alarm on my face. What am I doing, will this ever end!? Pushing the door open, I strut out into the main store, and the moment I exit the room a sultry smile comes across my face. Stepping out with my chest jiggling, I splay and grind up against a pillar as I spot a guy staring in awe at me.

“Like these? You could do more than look..."