One morning, an anthro ermine named Elena was in the kitchen prepping the ingredients to bake up a batch of her award-winning blueberry muffins. She was making these muffins for her husband, who was an anthro deer named Dennis. Her husband worked as a stage hypnotist, and he was in his room practicing a speech for a hypnotic script he was going to perform at tomorrow night’s show.

After she was finished gathering up and measuring all the ingredients in advance, Elena turned her attention back over to her baking book she had propped up on the kitchen counter. She looked down at the directions, and was surprised to see that all the steps seemed to have been taped over with two large sticky notes with writing on them.

Step One: You are beginning to feel very sleepy. Elena had read in her mind as she looked near the top of the first sticky note. “The hell?” The ermine confusingly asked to herself. When she eventually recognized her husband’s handwriting the more she stared at the replacement instructions, she felt herself suddenly feeling so sleepy that she yawned out loud.

Elena shifted her gaze down to the second step. Step Two: You are starting to fall deeply under Dennis’ control. Elena slowly blinked her eyes a few times, sensing that her mind was beginning to fall under the power of her husband in a way she didn’t quite understand. She looked down at the next step.

Step Three: You want to obey whatever Dennis commands.

Elena was mindlessly staring at the final step that was written at the bottom of the third sticky note. She could think of nothing but wanting to obey anything her husband desired. She looked at the top of the second sticky note taped directly underneath the first, and read the instructions for making the streusel crumb topping for the muffins.

Elena walked around the kitchen counter like a hypnotized robot gathering up all of the pre-measured ingredients she had prepped for the crumb topping. She mindlessly poured the flour, sugar, ground cinnamon, and melted butter into a small bowl and mixed it together with a fork until the crumbs formed. After everything was blended perfectly, Elena looked ahead at the next step that told her to grab the small tub of whipped topping out of the fridge.

As the revised recipe had instructed, Elena stripped off her apron as well as the rest of her clothes and tossed them off to the side. She pulled a large spoon out of the utensils drawer and spread two large dollops of whipped topping all over her large breasts. She grabbed several fistfuls of the crumb topping she had just made, and evenly spread them on the cream covering her breasts. She plucked two blueberries out of a small container, and gently placed them on top of two smears of whipped topping that were coating her nipples.

Elena slowly crawled towards the tiled kitchen floor onto her back, careful not to spill any of the foodstuffs she had crammed all over her breasts. She was motionlessly lying on the floor with a big stupefied smile on her face, patiently waiting for her husband to finish practicing and come to the kitchen so she could give him his special homemade treat.

A few minutes later, Dennis stepped into the kitchen looking around for his wife. He looked down at the floor near the kitchen counter and smirked when he saw Elena peering up at him with excited yet glazed-over eyes. Dennis kneeled down on the tiled floor right in front of the ermine, and leaned his face over his wife’s chest so he could lap up some of the whipped topping that was resting on top of her breasts.

“Are these boob-berry muffins for me?” Dennis teasingly asked with a seductive lilt in his voice.

“Yes master.” Elena answered her husband in an obediently monotone voice. “I made these busty muffins especially for you, master.”

“Excellent.” The deer licked away more of the crumb topping and the whipped cream off of his wife’s breasts, while shuddering in lust from the delectable taste that was firing up all his tastebuds. “Those sticky notes I conditioned you to follow after hypnotizing you sure came in handy.” He lapped up both blueberries off of the ermine’s nipples before swallowing them.

Now that Elena’s nipples had been exposed in her husband’s eyes, he lowered his face again so he could wrap his lips around one of her nipples and began gently sucking on it. The erotic touch of Dennis’ mouth cut through the heavy hypnotic haze clouding Elena’s mind and went straight for the pleasure center of her mind.

Elena was feeling incredibly turned on the more her husband was sucking her breasts. Dennis moaned when he tasted his wife’s breast milk oozing out onto his tongue. After Dennis finished drinking the milk from Elena’s left tit while lapping up the rest of the whipped cream, he shifted his face over to her right tit to drink from it.

Elena and Dennis were soon both writhing and rolling on the kitchen floor and into the living room, tightly and passionately locked in each other’s embrace making out with each other. When they rolled over towards the front of their couch, Dennis stripped off all of his clothes before climbing on top of his wife on the couch. Dennis squeezed his cock inside of Elena and started gently rocking inside of her, kissing and lightly biting alongside the ermine’s neck as she started moaning out her approval for her husband’s erotic touch.

A white hot flash overtook their minds for a few seconds as they both came at once, though their shared feelings of bliss felt like they lasted hours. They both eventually relaxed enough from their intense sex session for Dennis to easily be able to pull out of his wife.

“So… did you like your freshly baked boob-berry muffins?” Elena asked while breathing heavily.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dennis held his hand up to his chest because of how fast his heart was beating. “Those were the best busty muffins I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

“You think you could call on me to be a volunteer at your hypnosis show tomorrow?” Elena cheekily asked her husband with a little yawn.

“Hmm… I dunno…” Dennis wondered out loud. “I probably shouldn’t be picking favorites…”

“Well, you’re the one who gave me a free ticket to see your show tomorrow, so I think that ship has already sailed.” Elena laughed.

“Ok, you make a good point there.” Dennis yawned while stretching his arms up over his head. He crawled onto his stomach on the couch so he could rest his head over the ermine’s breasts as if they were a comfy busty pillow. “I’m gonna go night-night now and rest up for the big show.”

The exhausted lovers soon fell asleep on the couch in each other’s embrace, both dreaming of the erotic hypnotic fun Dennis would subject Elena to on stage in front of a large audience.