Kate groaned to herself as she cinched on her maid’s outfit, glancing down at her plump bosom and cleavage poking out of her plunging neckline. She frowned and pulled down her top a little more, the lace trimmed fabric digging into her tender breasts. She hated wearing her uniform this way, but that didn’t matter.

Miss Debbie wanted her to wear it like this. And that’s all that matters.

Kate shook her curly, black head, trying to get the mantras out. She knew they were always there, making her decision for her, silently directing her. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t fight them. She had tried and the result was always the same; an irresistible compulsion to do jumping jacks naked for hours as her E cup breasts bounced and slapped painfully against her chest while Miss Debbie brainwashed her even further.

Kate knew better to resist, at least until the time was right.

She wandered downstairs to do her morning rounds of dusting and mopping while Joanne, her wife of two years, puttered around the kitchen, merrily making breakfast. Kate passed through and Joanne favored her with a blissful, almost euphoric smile.

“Good morning, darling!” she said throwing her arms wide open. Kate smiled back despite her sour mood. Staring at Joanne’s giant tits did that to her, and they were just as well displayed as hers were in her matching maid’s outfit. The two often joked about who had the biggest girls, but the discussion always turned into an extended make out/groping session, and they’d leave the debate unresolved. Kate hugged her wife and fellow domestic servant, losing herself for a moment as their chests smooshed up against each other.

“Is she up yet?” Kate asked Joanne. The taller woman twirled a lock of auburn hair through her fingers.

“Who? Miss Debbie?”

Kate sighed, a slightly worried expression on her face. “Yes, Jo. Your daughter.”

“I know who she is, silly!” Joanne chuckled before a far off look crossed her face. “Miss Debbie is the best daughter in the whole world. I love doing everything Miss Debbie asks of me.”

Kate closed her eyes and nodded, trying to blot out the droning chant. She wanted nothing more than to repeat the pretty lines with Joanne, but she had to be strong. She couldn’t afford anything less.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Kate said, trying to silence her lover. “I just need to talk to her about something.”

“What about, babe?” Joanne asked, going to unload the dishwasher.

“Yeah, what do you need to talk to me about?”  

Kate jumped out of her skin and turned to see Debbie, Joanne’s busty, blonde daughter staring back at them in her fluffy, pink bathrobe. She was watching Kate expectantly, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her robe.

“Good morning, Miss Debbie!” Joanne said cheerfully. “I have your coffee here for you, Miss!”

“Thanks, Mommy maid,” Debbie said, taking a sip from the steaming latte. She glanced over at Kate with knowing eyes. Kate bit her lip, struggling to keep eye contact.

“And you, Katie maid?” Debbie asked, using the belittling pet name that Kate abhorred and yet found so perversely sexy. “Did you have something you wanted to say to me?”

“Uh…uh…I… I wanted to tell you…”

Debbie tossed her long blond hair over her shoulders, thrusting her chest out against her robe.

“…that I…Jo…we…uh, thought…”

The younger girl stretched and reached her slender fingers for the belt of her robe.

“…that you’ve been way out of line recently! And this weird hypnosis shit you’re doing is completely out of control and—”

Debbie’s robe fell open as two heaving, mountains of flesh exploded out at Kate like a pink avalanche, the bottoms of her full, round breasts landing on the cold marble table.

“…and…and… we want to buy you your own car…” the words drifted out of Kate’s mouth while her brain was lost on vacation in Debbie’s picturesque rack, her resolve to stand up to her stepdaughter melting like ice in summer.

“Really?” Debbie exclaimed, clapping her hands together, her giant tits shaking. “Is that true, Mommy maid?”

“Yesss, Miss,” Joanne said, her glassy gaze similarly pulled to Debbie’s astounding breasts. “Whatever you want…”

“Oh, yay!” Debbie cheered. “I just have the best mommy maids in the world, don’t I?”

“Yes, Miss Debbie…” Kate and Joanne answered automatically. “Thank you, Miss Debbie…”

The young girl rose to her feet and sauntered over to where her two female caregivers were standing, blissed out and dazzled by her naked tits. She wound her way through them like she was admiring a pair of statues.

“Then again, it’s not like you ladies have much of a choice but to be the bestest, nicest, most generous Mommy maids ever. After all, you can’t help it when I show you these babies.”

Debbie stood in front of her mom and stepmom and began to jumble her giant, perky young tits in their faces. She smirked as she saw both Kate and Joanne’s eyes dilate, fixating on her domineering chest, their brains dissolving into mush.

“Isn’t that right? Doesn’t Miss Debbie have the most amazing, fascinating, most powerful tits in the world?”

“Yes, Miss Debbie…” Kate said, a small trickle of drool dangling from her lip.

“The most powerful tits in the world…” Joanne droned.

“Exactly. Miss Debbie has the most superior tits. The perkiest, bounciest tits…” Debbie rocked her chest up and down, emphasizing her point. She walked forward and yanked both Kate and Joanne’s blouses down, freeing the older ladies’ massive bosoms and letting them hang out.

“Not like these big, floppy boobs that sag down. Those mature, natural funbags that wobble around your brains. So cumbersome and useless… so big and floppy, they just get in the way… these big, floppy, silly boobs that make you so docile, and horny, and stupid…”

She groped both ladies’ chests, hefting their weightier, but saggier boobs up and down, feeling their nipples stiffen under the stimulation.

“Docile…” Kate and Joanne murmured, swooning at Debbie’s touch. “Horny… stoooopid…”

“Yes, these big, floppy boobs of yours turn you into a pair of tits…A pair of tits for my superior tits…”

“Yes, Miss Debbie…” The two ladies recited. “We are a stupid pair of tits for your superior tits…”

“There. That’s so much better now, isn’t it, ladies? You two are just so silly, thinking you can put me in my place. Every morning, trying to put your foot down, Katie maid, trying to be the one in charge. But you’re not, are you? Who is in charge in this house, ladies?”

“You’re in charge, Miss Debbie…” they responded.

“Yes…I’m in charge…because I just have the most amazing breasts…don’t I? So big, and perky, and bouncy…” Debbie smiled and looked down, admiring her own rack, the envy of every other girl on campus.           

“Good. Now student mode. Both of you open and receptive for me.”

The two older women stood up ramrod straight, their minds open books for Debbie

“Good girls. Now listen closely. Mother, I need you to transfer another five hundred dollars into my personal account so I have money to party this weekend. Do that this afternoon, would you?”

Joanne stared into space as her mouth responded. “Yes, Miss Debbie. Anything you say…”

“And Kate,” Debbie went on, “That’s so nice of you to buy me a new car. I think a Porshe Hybrid will be nice. But in the meantime, I’m going to need your Audi to get to school. And probably joyride around town later. But you don’t mind…”

Debbie waved her left tit back and forth in front of Kate’s beguiled eyes.

“Do you?”

“No, Miss Debbie…” Kate said, reaching into her pocket for her keys. She dropped them in Debbie’s open palm. “I have no mind at all…”

“Awesome,” Debbie gloated, closing her fist around the car keys. “I’m glad we had this talk. I need to get to class. Why don’t you two spend some quality time together with the timer on. Set it for an hour. Then off you go to finish your chores. And make sure dinner is done by seven!”

“Yes, Miss Debbie,” the two women recited. “We love and serve you, Miss Debbie.”

“Music to my ears. Ta-ta!”

Debbie fixed her robe and sauntered out of the room. The two women stood like topless zombies until they heard the front door close, then turned towards each other, their minds flooded with passion as their arms reached out, encircling the other’s waist. Their mouths found each other as they traced their hands over their bodies, squeezing each other’s tits and butts, grinding their needy pussies together. They toppled over together on the couch, lost in wild abandon as the timer on the counter slowly counted down from sixty minutes to zero.

By the time the bell finally rang, both women had gotten off twice and were in the middle of rubbing their nipples together, giggling like brainless bimbos.

The high-pitched bell reverberated through Kate’s brain and she looked down, mildly shocked.

“Oh, dammit! Jo! She did it again!”

“Oh, crap! I thought we were finally going to get through to her that time!” Jo said, covering her gigantic tits with her maid’s outfit. She sat down at the kitchen counter, holding her head in her hands.

“I could kick myself for teaching her that hypnosis shit! I’m sorry, Kate, but I had no idea she would turn so power hungry.”

“It’s not your fault, hon,” Kate said, wrapping an arm around Joanne’s shoulders. “We just got careless. We should have kept the kinky hypno just between us.”

“I know!” Joanne exclaimed, “Now I’m worried she’ll do something reckless, but every time we try to talk to her, she just drops us with those huge boobs of hers. What’s it gonna take, hmm?!”

The middle-aged woman shook her head. “I just wish there was some way we could just make her…forget all about it!”

The room fell silent for a minute as Kate ran her hand over her wife’s back, gears slowly turning in her head.

“Maybe there is,” she said cautiously. Joanne looked up.

“What do you mean?”

Kate sucked on the inside of her cheek and paced around the kitchen, deep in thought. “You know, I have a minor degree in psychology. I might have an idea that could help.”

Joanne’s face lit up. “Really? What? I’ll try anything!”

“That’s good to know,” Kate said, coyly. “Just listen, and I’ll explain.”

Joanne braced her weight over the counter, her dangerously short skirt flipping over her plump thighs. Kate stood in front of her lover, her long legs in a half straddle, bringing her torso just a little above Joanne’s face.

“Okay, one reason that Debbie keeps getting the drop on us is because she keeps taking us by surprise. She pulls out those giant bazongas of hers and our brains panic and freeze while she takes advantage of us! So, do you know what we need to do?”

Joanne scrunched up her face, trying to follow Kate’s line of logic, but only found herself distracted by the mention of ‘giant bazongas’.

“Uhh… listen and obey everything Miss Debbie says?” Joanne said, tilting her head in confusion. It was the only thing she could think of.

Kate shook her head and clapped her hands loudly in Joanne’s face.

“No! C’mon, Jo! Focus!” She leaned back on her heels while her lover looked at her, completely at a loss. “What we need to do is desensitize ourselves. Take away Debbie’s ability to stun us with her tits.”

“But how?” Joanne asked.

Kate smiled out of the corner of her mouth and hooked her thumbs under the neckline of her maid’s outfit. “Only one way. We’ll take turns showing off the girls to each other. You know, give each other some practice resisting hypnosis.”

Joanne’s eyes locked onto Kate’s fingers dancing on the top of her boobs. Kate swayed her hips, teasing her partner.

“W-well…I guess we could try it,” Joanne said, meekly. Kate leaned forward, her cleavage dangling in front of Joanne’s face.

“Alright, now try your best to resist. I know I don’t have tits as spectacular and compelling as Debbie…”

“Nobody does,” Joanne said without thinking.

“That’s right, nobody does…” Kate said, surprised by her own words. “But my tits are still so, so big… so heavy and full… they still turn heads when I walk down the street. Guys, girls, everyone likes to stare… they can’t help it… but you’re going to resist them, Jo.”

Jo furrowed her brow, her eyes still glued to Kate’s chest, silently begging her to pull down her top. “I…I am?”

“That’s right, you’re going to resist your eyes getting heavy, tired, and sleepy… going to resist letting yourself sink into a deep obedient haze as soon as…you see…these!”

Kate slid her top over the swell of her chest, letting her gigantic, natural boobs flop out, jiggling like two big lava lamps in front of Joanne’s eyes. The other woman’s head slumped forward and her jaw fell open, her greedy eyes opened wide to drink in as much of the incredible sight as possible.

“Don’t let them pull you in, Jo. Don’t get lost in their huge, jiggling sway…” Kate shook her shoulders back and forth, just the slightest movement. It was enough to send her heavy jugs swinging like pendulums, dragging her lover’s eyes along with them.

“Don’t fall under my titty spell, Jo… don’t get sleepy and foggy… drowsy and droopy… don’t let those heavy eyelids drop lower and lower…and lower…deeeeep…”

Joanne’s eyes rolled into the top of her head as she tilted off to the side like someone had just shot a very pleasurable sleeping dart into her neck.

“Hey, wake up!” Kate said, clapping her hands in Joanne’s face again, prompting the other woman to jerk her head up with a snort. “You’re supposed to be resisting! Let’s try again!”

“Sorry,” Joanne mewled sleepily. “It’s…it’s just so difficult.”

“I know. We’ve been so thoroughly mindfucked, no wonder you zonk out so fast. Let’s try again, now really focus…”

Kate leaned forward again, swinging her massive tits back and forth.

“Focus…concentrate… don’t let these big, swinging titties lull you under my spell… you have to resist… trying so hard to resist… keep those sleepy eyes open… just keep them open… even if they get so heavy… so tired watching the pretty, bouncy titties you love so much… don’t fall asleep…don’t go to sleep… don’t go to sleeeeeeeppp….”

With a breathy sigh, Joanne’s eyes disappeared inside her head again and she nodded off to dreamland with a blissful smile. Kate snapped her fingers.

“Wake up! Wake up! Remember you have to resist! Stare at these wonderful boobs! Don’t get sleepy. Stare and don’t get sleepy… don’t fall asleep… don’t fall under my power… don’t… fall… asleeeeeppp…”

Joanne’s resistance toppled like a house of cards and, with the smallest nudge from Kate, her head crashed into the shorter woman’s pillowy chest, her face buried in Kate’s warm cleavage. Kate curled her arms around Joanne’s head, stroking her hair and cooing softly.

“That’s right, baby… you see now that you’re too weak to fight… you’re too weak to resist a big pair of bouncy, floppy breasts… they just bounce your brain away and you end up doing whatever the pretty titties say…”

“mmm…whatever the pretty titties say…” Joanne’s muffled voice came out of Kate’s rack. Kate took a moment to revel in her power over her partner, before gently pulling her face out her tits, her eyes dazed and unfocused from the cloud of pheromones between Kate’s boobs.

“Jo… you love me, don’t you?” Kate asked, starting simple.

“Yes, Kate. I love you so much…”

“And you trust me, don’t you. You trust me to make the right decisions for you, even if you don’t understand them?”

Joanne took a full three seconds to blink and then smiled blankly.

“Yes, Kate…I trust you…”

“Good,” Kate said, toying with Joanne’s hair. “Tell me something then. Are you still lactating, Jo?”

Jo bobbed her head up and down. “Yes…I still get a few drops when I squeeze them…”

“Hmm…we’re going to need more than just a few drops,” said Kate, suddenly remembering the raunchy training files she had saved in her cloud drive.

“Okay…” Kate said, thinking to herself. “How many chores do you still have to do for Miss Debbie?” She blinked and shook her head. She didn’t like calling her stepdaughter by that stupid title, and yet she was powerless to fight the compulsion.

“I just need to clean her bathroom and fold her clothes,” Joanne answered.

“You’re going to finish your chores and then you’re going to find that you’re feeling very, very sleepy…”

Kate jiggled her breasts again for good measure, drawing Joanne’s dopey gaze.

“Very, very sleeeepy… after you do your chores, you’re going to lay down on our bed and take a nice, long nap. And Jo, you’re going to listen to a special file as you clean and then again as you nap. You’ll just putter around the house, barely aware of what you’re listening to, feeling an irresistible urge to nap after you finish your chores, still listening to your special file as you sleep. Do you understand, pretty girl?”

“Yessss…” Joanne sighed, swaying a little on her seat.

Kate grinned and left her lover in order to dig out a pair of air pods from her closet. She synced up the buds to her phone and pulled up a special file; binaural beats with soft suggestions to envision her tits swelling with thick, creamy milk. She came back and popped them into Joanne’s ears as she sat drifting in a misty trance.

“Okay, Joey-jo! Time to do your chores…listening to your music… lying down to take a nap afterwards… so tired that you’ll just sleep and drift until I wake you…sound good?”

“Yes, Kate,” Joanne repeated. “Do my chores…listen to the music… take a nap until you wake me… so tired…”

“Atta girl!” Kate said, giving her lover a playful swat on her meaty ass. “Time to get going!”

Joanne marched off like an obedient robot while Kate was suddenly overcome by the compulsion to finish her own list of chores before Debbie came home. She should be pissed about it, but soon enough it would be her conceited stepdaughter who would be scrubbing toilets and cleaning dishes from now on. Just as long as she played her cards right and as long as Jo did her part.

Kate bit her lip in anticipation and shuffled off to mop the floors.

Kate had to put up with another week of subservience to Debbie before her plan was ready. An entire week of kowtowing to the bratty college student, of cooking her meals, doing her dishes, cleaning her room. Anytime Kate would so much as raise an eyebrow back at Debbie, the younger girl would just tug on her bra strap and Kate would feel her defiance melt away, magically replaced with an urgent desire to do whatever her pretty stepdaughter told her to do.

Joanne was even worse, usually sleepwalking through her day in a perpetual trance, her motherly instinct to take care of her daughter making her all too easy to manipulate. She was Debbie’s personal nail stylist, beautician, and masseuse, prancing around all day with her tits half spilling out of her uniform. Kate would simmer when she saw her wife vacuuming the carpet with a ditzy, submissive look on her face just to have Debbie come in and complain she was out of money. If Joanne ever tried to put her foot down, Debbie would just shrug off her shirt and wobble her tits nice and slow in front of her eyes. She wouldn’t even have to say anything before her mother was meekly handing over her purse with a blank smile, her cards and cash completely at Debbie’s disposal.

At one point during the week, Kate had a near scare that her scheme would be found out. As Joanne was helping to wash Kate’s Audi, both of them in their skimpiest bikinis (at the irrefutable behest of Debbie) the young vixen came over and noticed Joanne’s ear bud for the first time.

“What’s that you’re listening to, Mommy maid?” asked Debbie, cocking her head at the white plastic speaker dangling from Joanne’s ear. Kate’s heart jumped, but she kept her eyes down and focused on scrubbing the rear tire, her chest slick with soapy water.

Time to find out if Joanne had paid attention to her programming.

“What? This?” Joanne asked, as if suddenly remembering the ear bud for the first time. “Oh! It’s just some of my music, just to help me get into my flow.”

Debbie raised a finger up to her chin, squinting at the small accessory. “What are you listening to?”

Kate began to sweat bullets. She ‘accidentally’ splashed more water on herself and pretended to be entranced by the task of cleaning.

Come on, Jo! Just stick to the script!

“Hmm? Oh! Just some of my bands. The BeeGee’s, Madonna, B-52’s, that kind of stuff.”

Debbie scoffed but threw her hands back in resignation.

“Wow. Kay. You just keep your Boomer music to yourself. Man, your tastes are dated even for your age. But that’s okay…” Debbie said, reaching for her mama’s massive, heavy, wet tits in her ridiculously small polka dot bathing suit. She hefted Joanne’s boobs and snuck a hand in to twist and tease a nipple.

“…because you’re just a vapid, dumb bimbo with big floppy tits. And you can listen to whatever boring music you like…”

“Hmmmm…” Joanne sighed with pleasure. “…big, floppy bimbo tits…”

Debbie laughed at her helpless mother before giving her a smack on the ass and sauntering back inside, leaving Joanne with the ear bud. Kate breathed a sigh of relief and then snuck her hand down her swimsuit to tease herself, suddenly a lot more aroused than she had been five minutes ago.

At last, one idle Sunday afternoon, Kate judged the time to be ripe. She had been keeping an eye on Joanne’s breasts (and a hand, and a mouth when she could manage it) and noticed her lover’s bust expanding just a little bit each day as the subliminal files sank in. Joanne’s big natural breasts had been slowly filling up, giving her just a little more perk, a little more swell each day. Kate also noticed that Joanne was becoming even more docile and agreeable towards her daughter and Kate. When they two of them were alone, she only had to flaunt her own creamy tits at Joanne to get her to go along with whatever Kate wanted her to do, her mind firmly yoked by the tits of two masters.

Debbie still seemed to be oblivious of Kate’s encroaching control over Joanne, but she couldn’t count on that forever. She had to strike now, or she’d have Debbie’s tits for her brains until the little brat took them for everything they owned.

It was now or never.

While Joanne was giving Debbie a foot rub in front of the TV, Kate slipped into the kitchen and got everything ready. She walked into the living room and called out for Joanne.

“Hey, Jo! Can you give me a hand with dessert here in the kitchen?”

Joanne submissively deferred to her daughter, her blank eyes begging for permission. Debbie nodded and sent her on her way.

“Don’t take too long,” Debbie called after them.

“We won’t!” Kate assured her as she pulled Joanne down the hall. She quickly pushed her against the cold door of the metal fridge and glanced back, making sure Debbie wasn’t watching.

“Kate? What’s going on?” asked Joanne. Kate grabbed her lover by the shoulders and looked desperately into her eyes.

“We’re doing it, Jo,” she hissed. “This is where we break free!”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” asked Joanne, happy and clueless.

“Our plan. To get Miss Debbie back under control. Don’t you remember?” Kate had left Joanne with suggestions to forget about her subliminal files while she wasn’t thinking about them, but she didn’t think Joanne would forget everything. Was her plan dead on arrival thanks to Joanne’s soft, spongy mind?

“Uhhh…Oh! Yeah!” Joanne said, giggling like a stoned teenager. “So, what’s the plan? What happens now?”

Kate let out a tense breath. She’d just have to hope that Joanne’s subconscious was more reliable than she was. Kate picked up the empty blender pitcher.

“Now, we make Miss Debbie a milkshake!” Kate said, beaming. “You want to help me make Miss Debbie a yummy milkshake, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes!” Joanne cried, bouncing on her heels. “Anything for Miss Debbie!”

“Good,” Kate said, ignoring the ambient arousal from hearing the name ‘Miss Debbie’ again and again. “But first we need the right ingredients, so I was wondering…”

Kate smiled and held the mouth of the pitcher under Joanne’s massive tits, straining against her maid’s uniform.

“Got milk?”

The words bounced inside Joanne’s head, her eyes glazing over and her face going slack.

Got milk?

Warm feminine voices whispering in her ears about how full her tits are. How they are overflowing with creamy milk.

Got milk?

Mantras taking over her mind. She is a milk factory. She makes milk. Her brain commands her body to fill up her tits every night with warm, tasty, magic milk… drugged, magic, hypnotic breastmilk… her body is just a warm factory to make hypnotic breast milk…

The words and images filled Joanne’s mind as her head tilted against the fridge, her eyes rolling back in her head, losing herself in her trance. Kate smiled lasciviously as she pulled down Joanne’s top, delighted to see her engorged breasts pop free, trickling with thick, white milk. She went straight to work.

“Feeling so good, Joanne… so sleepy and docile… no need to worry about a thing as I squeeze out all this delicious milk… you love being milked, don’t you?”

“Yessss…” Joanne mumbled. “looove being miiillked…”

“Even if I’m using your titty milk to enslave your daughter? You like that idea, right? It’s so hot…”

“Yesss…” Joanne repeated, grinding her butt against the fridge, “sooo hot…”

Kate squeezed out another long spurt of milk and then switched to the other breast, feeling the sensation of Joanne’s big, milky breasts sliding through her fingers. She caught a whiff of the warm cream and felt an urge to put a few drops on her tongue. She bit down on her lip hard, banishing the thought. If the files did what they claimed to, as Joanne’s heaving, milky bust proved, she would doom herself with a single taste. She went back to the other tit until the pitcher was a third full of fresh breastmilk.

Kate pulled up a chair and helped her dazed wife fall into the seat. She leaned Joanne’s limp torso onto the kitchen table, leaving her some time to recover from the intense milking. Meanwhile she flew around the kitchen, adding some chocolate chip ice cream into the blender and whipping the whole thing up into a frosty shake. She turned back to Joanne.

“Okay, Jo-jo,” Kate said, finding Joanne’s glassy stare. “You remember the rest of the plan now?”

“yessss…Kate…” Joanne sighed. “I remember… make Miss Debbie feel…goooood…”

Kate smiled a toothy grin.

“Exactly.”

She handed her a tall milkshake with whipped cream and cherry on top and steered her back towards the living room.

Debbie turned her head as her two hypnotized maids glided back in.

“Took you two long enough,” she chided. “What were you up to anyway?”

“Just making some dessert, Miss!” Kate replied, chipperly. Joanne stepped forward, offering Debbie the tall milkshake.

“For you, Miss Debbie,” Joanne said to her daughter.

“Ooh! Well done, you two!” Debbie said, taking the shake and leaning back on the couch. “Mommy maid? Why don’t you get of your knees and give me foot rub?”

“Of course, Miss!” Joanne said, dutifully taking her place

Kate hid her smile. This would work out perfectly. Kate snuck her way to the back of the couch, pretending to dust the figurines on the back dresser. She watched Debbie take a few sips of the milk shake through the straw. Eventually, she noticed Debbie blinking slower and slower, her head nodding off just a little before it jerked back up.

She was ready.

Kate crept up behind Debbie and draped her hands over the younger woman’s shoulders, gently massaging and kneading her muscles. Debbie didn’t object and only sank back into the cushions, luxuriating under Kate’s firm grip.

“Bet that feels good, huh, Miss?” asked Kate.

“Mmmm….yeah… really good… I feel a little…funny.”

Kate grinned and increased the pressure on Debbie’s shoulders while Joan obliviously carried on rubbing Debbie’s feet.

“You’re probably just tired… you should take it easy…relaaaxxx…” Kate whispered into Debbie’s ear. The younger blonde sighed and leaned back as Kate’s soothing voice wrapped around her.

“Do you know what really helps me relax when I need to unwind? I make Jo get topless for me.”

Debbie sat up and turned to Kate, her eyes radiating her surprise. “What?”

“That’s right!” Kate said, gripping her shoulders harder and puller her back into the chair. “I ask her to show me the girls for a little bit. She gives me a good show fondling those huge, heavy milkers. It’s sooo nice to look at. Boobs were made to take away stress, right?”

Debbie blinked slowly, like her eyelids were dripped with honey. Clearly the drugged breast milk was having an effect. Debbie smiled drunkenly and addressed her mother.

“Mommy maid, take your top off! Give those…huge, heavy milkers… a good show for us,” Debbie ordered, her head swiveling on her neck.

“At once, Miss Debbie!” Joanne said before pulling her stretchy neckline over her incredible chest. Kate noticed Debbie smiling a little wider as she ogled her mother’s expansive rack swinging in front of her, her tits extra round and shapely thanks to the subliminal training files. Joanne stared vapidly and continued to squeeze and bounce her titties as ordered.

“Aren’t those a sight?” Kate whispered into Debbie’s ear. “So full…so heavy… so bouncy and jiggly… no wonder a good pair of tits can hypnotize. But it’s not just the sight of them, is it?

Debbie shook her head slowly, her glazed eyes following her mom’s chest.

“No, there’s something just extra special… extra sexy about seeing them, feeling them up close…”

Kate subtly moved the glass of milkshake under Debbie’s nose letting the younger woman take a deep whiff.

“They just smell so relaxing… Isn’t that right? Does watching your mommy’s big tits and smelling her lovely booby scent make you feel so small? So weak?”

For a moment, Kate was worried that Debbie would snap out of her reverie. She blinked and tried to sit up, but Kate quickly pulled her back and waved the milkshake under her nose.

“It’s soooo nice… watching those big, big tits wobbling back and forth… don’t they just look so inviting… just lulling you into a deep dreamy haze… just take a nice deep breath, Debbie… just breathe in that luscious scent… making you so warm and sleeeeepyyy…”

Debbie found herself slowly nodding along, the yummy, almost familiar scent of the milkshake wrapping around her brain like thick gauze. It was suddenly so hard to think and so much easier to get lost in the soft, fleshy pillows rolling and bouncing in front of her eyes. She knew her mother was thoroughly under her spell. She could afford a moment’s lassitude and just let her mind drift along on a sea of pleasure.

She sighed as two delicate hands pulled her head, sandwiching her ears in a deep, dark valley of cleavage. Kate ran her nails lightly over Debbie’s scalp as she maneuvered her naked bosom around her neck and head, her own feminine scent further dragging Debbie into a lustful stupor.

“Sooo deeeep, Debbie…” Kate murmured into her ear. “You spend so much energy ordering us around… bossing your mother and stepmother around with your big boobs… but now you realize you’re outnumbered Debbie… Yessss… you can fight all you want… but you know that our big, mature, natural boobs are so much more powerful… so much more dominant that your silly, slut tits… don’t you agree, Jo?”

Kate knew that in her current state, Joanne would agree to anything. The curvy milf looked up with her blank doe eyes, tilting her head like a confused puppy.

“I said, don’t you think your daughter has silly, slut tits?” Kate prompted her.

“Oh…yessss…silly slut tiiitttsss…” Joanne repeated.

“That’s right!” Kate squeezed her breasts around Debbie’s head like a vice. “Silly, silly slut tits…”

Deftly squeezing her breasts with her upper arms, Kate reach down to pull out Debbie’s perky breasts from her shirt, teasing and fondling them with her fingers.

“Silly slut tits…” she sang into Debbie’s ear.

“S-s-silly… ssssslut… titssss…” Debbie sighed, her eyes losing focus.

“Silly slut tits…” Joanne chorused.

“Yes…silly slut tits make it so hard to think… they’re just too big… they take up all that brain power… letting your brains fall into your tits…” Kate chanted.

“Brains…in my tits…” Debbie said, falling under Kate’s sway.

“Yes…silly slut tits make you so dumb… silly slut tits make you so sleepy… you want to sleep now Debbie… You want to fall completely into a deep, deep slumber… so open and receptive to my soothing voice… your mommy’s big, yummy tits… so tired… so ready to fall under their spell…”

“Yes…” Debbie said. Kate beckoned Joanne to come closer, her breasts swinging. “Falling under…mommy’s titty spell…”

Debbie’s voice had changed, no longer the harsh dominant voice she used on her two maids for the past month. Now it was demure and child-like, like a gentle lamb being guided back to their pen. Joanne’s chest drifted closer and closer filling up Debbie’s vision with delicious, bouncy flesh topped with succulent nipples.

Nipples that were leaking sweet-smelling titty juice…

“That’s it… closer and closer…” Kate coaxed. “Watching mommy’s boobies go back and forth…back and forth… pulling your head closer… like a big, bouncy magnet until…”

Kate gently pushed Debbie’s head forward, letting Joanne’s tit fill up her open mouth.

“…you just can’t help but suck. Suckling down Mommy’s nice, creamy milk…suckling all the way down to sleeeeepppp…”

And just like that, Debbie’s eyes fluttered shut as she peacefully nursed at her mother’s breast, her tyrannical hold over the other two ladies’ minds floating away like smoke in the breeze.

“And she’s down!” Kate said triumphantly. She stood up from behind the couch and silently pumped her fist. “Yes! Now we can make the little bitch wash our dirty panties by hand and make her clean my car, that I drive for a change! Can you believe it, Jo?”

Joanne looked up blankly from her daughter’s sleeping form, her mind aimless and untethered without Debbie’s authority.

“Yeah…I guess so, but please, don’t go too hard on her. She was just testing her limits.”

“Testing her limits?!” Kate struggled to keep her voice low. “Jo, she enslaved us for a solid month! She needs to learn some fucking humility!”

“Katie! Please! She may be an evil, mind-controlling, top-heavy temptress, but she’s still my little girl. We just need to have a talk with her about respecting boundaries. She’ll learn.”

Kate stared dumbfounded at her wife’s unwavering defense of the girl who had turned their brains to fluff with her jiggling tits. It was clear to Kate just then that while Debbie may be capable of learning, her mother clearly wasn’t.

Kate put her hands on her hips and nodded in quiet resignation. “Fine. We’ll try it your way. Oh, man! Your hair is a mess, Jo-jo!” Kate said, surprising Joanne with the sudden change of topic. She furrowed her brow and ran her free hand through her frizzy mane of hair.

“Is it?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah! Here! Let me comb it for you. You can’t get up anyway with Debbie-debs nursing on mommy’s boob, can you?”

“Uhm…no. I guess not,” Joanne said, her voice heavy and tired. Kate knew how getting her tits sucked made the gorgeous mommy lazy and complacent. She intended to use that to her full advantage as she pulled up a chair behind her partner and started running a brush through her hair. She wasted no time working out the knots, smoothing over Joanne’s scalp with the firm brush again and again…and again…

“That must feel nice, huh, Jo?” Kate murmured in Joanne’s ear. “To let someone brush this long hair of yours… just relaxing as your baby suckles that sweet tit… so wonderful on your scalp… so lovely on your nipple… just give into it, Jo… just give in…”

“Give…in….give…in…” Joanne repeated unconsciously, her eyes half-lidded.

“Yes… just feeling Debbie’s lips sucking your tit… feeling my brush going through your hair…working out the knots… working out your thoughts… you don’t need them right now, Jo… and you trust me, don’t you?”

“T-trust you… yessssss….” Jo was nearly slumped over, the weight of her heavy milkers pulling her down… deeper…

“Yes…that’s right… and with a one…two…and three!... all the way down. Sleepy time now, Jo. Sleeeep…”

Joanne leaned forward but then wobbled to the side, letting her body collapse against the back of the couch, her tits splaying out to the sides. Debbie whimpered like a baby and crawled up her mother, groping for her sweet, milky boobs.

Kate walked around and sat her wide butt on the coffee table, facing the two entranced  women.

“That’s good… mother and daughter now completely under my control. How wonderful!”

She reached down and hefted her creamy tits out of her top.

“Listen to me ladies…you feel so good. You want nothing more than to watch my big, sexy boobies and listen to everything I say, don’t you?” Kate lifted her naked bust. Both Joanne and Debbie sat up straight and gazed at Kate shook her round tits back and forth.

“Suckle from me, cuties,” she commanded. “I want the two of you sucking on my teet like helpless little cows.”

“Yes, Kate…” two voices droned in unison. Kate held both mother and daughter to her bountiful bosom as they nursed themselves into a deep slumber. Her voice echoed in their ears and they mindlessly agreed with each of her suggestions.

Yes, the term ‘Kate’ was too casual.

Yes, they needed something better, more commanding to call the sexy, powerful woman who had them glued to her tits.

Yes, they would love being Mistress Kate’s obedient love slaves. In fact, that sounded like the very best thing in the world.

The next thing Joanne knew, she was looking at herself in the mirror, inspecting every inch of her maid’s outfit. The afternoon sun was setting and Joanne knew there was still so much to be done in the house.

Thankfully she had help.

“Mooommm!!” Debbie’s voice whined from across the hall. Joanne turned to see her daughter sulk into her bathroom dressed in the same smock and apron as her mother. “This outfit is too tight for my girls! They don’t get any air in here!”

Joanne shook her head and grabbed Debbie by the neckline. “So, roll it down, silly! See? All the way down to the tops of your nipples like a good maid! Now, isn’t that so much more comfortable?”

She turned Debbie to look at herself in the mirror and at her bubbly breasts that threatened to snap the thin fabric of the maid’s outfit in two.

“Oh yes!” Debbie turned and gave her mother a peck on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Mommy! It’s so much better now!”

“Girls?! Are you getting dinner ready yet?” Kate’s compelling voice echoed from the living room.

“Right away, Mistress!” Joanne said, rushing immediately to the kitchen. Kate watched from the other room, sprawled out on the couch while scrolling through her phone, looking like royalty in the silk robe that used to be Debbie’s.

“Good, Maid Debbie? Why don’t you give me that pedicure we talked about while I wait?”

“Yes, Mistress Kate!” Debbie said, marching into the living room with the nail polish. “Anything you command.”

Kate sighed, letting her hand grope one of her tits, feeling like a luxuriant queen as her wife and step daughter waited on her hand and foot. She watched her two obedient, busty slaves tend to their duties and was overcome with a warm feeling of gratitude.

“Well done, my pretty little maids,” she said, letting her head rest back on the couch cushions. "Mistress loves you.”

Two voices answered in harmony.

“We love you too, Mistress Kate…”