I race down the back alley, searching for an exit, an open door, a gap in the chain link fence I can squeeze through, anything. There's nothing, only a dead end lined with concrete walls.

"Nowhere to hide now, baby," her sultry voice drifts from down the alley. I can't believe it! How did she sneak up on me again?! I promised myself I'd be prepared this time, that I'd get my spoons together and be the one running the show. Why did I let myself get so distracted with all those posts? All those memes pulling my brain into a dizzying spiral of arousal and trance?

It was too late now, she was here and certain to have her way with me.

"Come now, there's no use fighting it," I could hear her just a few feet away from me. "Why don't you turn and face me, already?"

Her voice pulls me around, even as I whimper for mercy.

"Please, I...I just can't do it! I don't even know where to start, and I have so much...uh...so...much...uuuuhhhh...."

My mouth falls open and my brain feels like a car stuck in a puddle of mud. She's standing there, the top of her dress pulled down and her giant, natural breasts barely contained in her delicate hands. She laughs and jumbles them around, her curly, sandy blonde hair brushing over her shoulders.

"So much to write...I know, silly! That's exactly what you're going to do for me. Every day, at least once a day, for a whole month. You know the deal, sweetie! It's not like you can say no to me, right?"

I watch her jiggling tits, my mind trapped in her deep, dark cleavage.

"Write every day...can't...say...no..." I mumble.

She wiggles her eyebrows at me, calling me forward. I drift to her like a zombie.

"But...but I have so much work..." I protest feebly, "...and...I don't even have a prompt list together...I...just...uuuhhhh..." my mouth opens and a trickle of drool drips out. She lets her nipples poke through her fingers.

"soooo...preeeetttyyyy..." I drone.

"None of that matters, baby. You don't need a prompt list. You're just going to write whatever horny little scene pops into your head. And don't worry. I'll make sure the rest of my little servants are pumping you full of sexy, naughty ideas to keep you distra-- I mean, inspired, this whole month."

She bounces her bare tits up and down in alteration. I smile blankly, my mind bouncing with her chest.

"Does that sound nice?"

"Yessss..." Oh god. I'm going to be under her power for a month!

Her breasts grow bigger as I float closer and closer. She smiles and wraps her arms around me, drawing my face into her warm bosom. Her pheromones overwhelm me, and I sink into her power, my brain completely at her mercy.

"That's my good little slave. You'll be doing such wonderful, sexy work for me. Helping my followers fall deeper down the rabbit hole, maybe even corrupting more minds into my seductive control. Would you like that? Using your creativity to draw more unsuspecting victims into my web?"

Her breasts surround my face, her voice leading me like a meek lamb.

"Yessss...I will serve you...help you find more worshippers..."

I can feel myself drifting to sleep in her cleavage, my mind draining, replaced with her will. Why did I ever try to resist?

"Good...deep sleeeeeep now...drift away...and dream your naughty little dreams...post for my pleasure...and be my good little hypno bitch for the entire month, does that sound good?'

"Yessss..." I say, melting against her warm chest. "I will post...for Hypnovember..."

I should have known better than to resist. After all, she sneaks up on me like this every year.