Deedee’s (Double) Ds Get Degrees

“Hi Andy,” Deedee Royce stood in Andy’s supply closet of an office door and flashed him her typical winning smile, “it sucks that they make you teach, and grade, and everything, and you barely get your own work space. College is so unfair.”

“What can I do for you Deedee?” She was a senior taking an underclassman class, and there was probably a sophomore in their slump that would have benefited from his time, but here she was… dressed modestly in a long black billowy skirt and a loose gray green, high necked and short sleeved top, with her blonde hair up, her wire frame glasses on, trying to butter him up about something.

“I just wanted to check on my grade and see how I’m doing. I don’t want this class to lower my standing or anything. You know how it is.” Andy didn’t feel like he needed to tell her that any grad school program she’d applied to had already made up their minds about her, and to point out that depending on what program she want into, she’d also get stuck teaching undergrads and living in a broom closet, but this was the job.

“I think you’re doing fine, I’m just surprised you’re taking this class in the first place.” 

He wasn’t trying to ignore her, but Deedee was only a couple years younger than him, strikingly attractive, and much to his mild anxiety, buxom as all hell. He was a tit guy, and anyone who saw Deedee with her little upturned nose, her soft eyes that were more gray than blue, and her pouty lips, on top of her big, usually fully on display boobs, would be a tit guy for her too.

“I just really wanted to make sure,” she moved into his office and thankfully didn’t close the door, “but if now isn’t a good time, I can come back later. You do look a little beat.”

“It’s long days for sure,” he laughed as he answered her, that wasn’t a lie, they were all long days. “They’re all long days Deedee. This is what you have to look forward to in grad school too.”

“Oh I know, but Dr. Armstrong has done a lot to prepare all of us who are going into post grad studies. I really appreciate you saying that though, and for making some time to talk to me right now, especially when you really want a break, don’t you?”

She was talking to him, not as her professor, but as a peer, and in so many ways they were. The mention of Dr. Andrea Armstrong, the department chair for the social sciences, and a figure that wielded a considerable amount of power, made him stop for a second. He couldn’t tell if Deedee had dropped her name for leverage, because Dr. Armstrong was known to have certain students she favored and Deedee seemed like one of them, at least as far as rumors went. But more than that possible implication, he thought back to an upperclassman he used to know, Ken, who got caught up in Dr, Armstrong’s world, and seemed to change into a completely different person by the end of the semester. That was a few years ago, but it seemed like everyone just knew that Dr, Armstrong had a pull over not just her students, but everyone on campus.

The feelings about Dr. Armstrong’s seemingly undo influence might have had something to do with the fact she’d published several books specifically on hypnosis, and that she was a beautiful woman. It was enough to make anyone jump to conclusions, one way or the others, and with Ken either one seemed perfectly believable.  

He shook his head, that was academia for you, cults of personality battling with the exploitative world of student athletics, and everything else under the sun, it was bullshit. Bullshit and rumors.

“You really do look like you need a break, I feel bad about bothering you, but I can help you relax really easily” being in the small space with her, and her breasts being what they were, it was more than a little awkward having her in his personal space, because it felt like she was very chest forward, and they seemed to be pushing up against his aura, or that would be what he said if he believed in auras. “You know, if you believe in the mind and body connection and mindfulness and everything, I really can help you relax.”

There was nothing wrong with him meeting with one of his students during office hours, especially when he knew he wasn’t doing anything wrong, and when there was no chance of, or room, for impropriety. The office was so small there was literally no room for it, but there was just something about her, something about the way she stood, and the way she talked, and from the outside it would have seemed benign, or unremarkable, but having her in his orbit the way she was, it felt like that wasn’t the case.

Deedee Royce had a way of projecting herself and her sexual energy out into the world, or at you, that could be overt or subtle, but was undeniably deliberate. He’d seen her do it in his class, to other students mostly, and once or twice she’d sent a little bit of it his way, just enough to catch him with a smile or a shift in her eyes.

Now, it was like she was radiating it out, that as modestly as she was dressed, the energy was still just emanating from her in waves.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just get some coffee and tough it out like I always do. So did you want me to look at your grades or…”

“You work so hard, I really want you to be able to relax, and refresh, and not have to struggle so much to get through your day. It just seems so unfair, and I wouldn’t want you to do anything you were uncomfortable with.”

She sounded genuinely concerned, but it also felt like she was maneuvering around him, and not just because she had positioned herself fully between him and the door. 

“So I’ll let it drop.”
He was bringing up his grade spreadsheet.

‘I’ll let it go so you don’t have to think about it.”

He looked at her scores, and she was doing pretty well for a senior taking a class she only needed the credits for. Low Bs and solid Cs, a little low, but over-performing probably for how he would have guessed. Or how he would have been doing in her situation.

“I just hope that the rest of the day will be easy for you.”

He wasn’t really listening to her. 

If he could tell her what she came for he could get her out of his office and, he looked up to tell her how she was doing, and he saw her large bare breasts as she held up her shirt.

“Sleep!”

The lights didn’t go out so much as they started to flicker, and his eyes closed for a second, before forcing them open again.

This time he saw her quickly lift her top again, she wasn’t wearing a bra, which was obvious from a moment ago, “Sleep.”

Again everything scrambled, and fuzzy, confused thoughts poured out of his head as his mind tried desperately to just escape the situation.

But he forced his eyes open one more time, and this time, instead of flashing him, she just pulled at the back of her top, causing her shirt to cling to her body, pressing her nipples against the fabric, outlining her tits, “Now!”

He blinked, and she arched her back, “I said, sleep now. You need it. You want it. You told me how exhausted you are. Stop fighting and sleep now.”

For some reason, that did it. He slumped into his chair.

“Good, just keep doing what I tell you to and you’ll feel so much better. It’s so much easier to do what I say, and it’s so confusing for you to try and make sense of everything that’s happening right now. It’s so much, on top of your already stressed out mind. Everything is hard. You’re getting so hard. It’s all just too hard. You’re getting too hard, too fast, like all the blood’s rushing out of your brain to make you this hard this fast. You can’t think, you’re so lost, and the more I talk, the harder you, and everything else gets. So just open your eyes Andy. Open your eyes now, it’s easier than keeping them closed when you don’t know what’s happening.”

Was she hypnotizing him?

He opened his eyes, and as the world came into focus she flashed him again, “Sleep.”

This time the word hit him right between the eyes as he stared at her naked breasts for the split second his eyes had opened.

Thoughts of hypnosis, and everything else, fell into darkness.

“Listen to me and forget to remember. You have such a busy day, and your life is so hard and demanding. Forget what I am telling you, and remember how relaxed you feel, and how easy everything is right now. Just blank and passive, feeling so good, and so lucky to just listen. Just remember that it’s easy to listen, and easy to agree. Agree to open your eyes and stay just as quiet, just as focused, and just as open to the sound of my voice now. Agree to open your eyes, look at me, and just agree with me now, because it feels good to agree.”

Andy’s eyes opened, and as as he did, despite the quiet feeling that coated his mind and filled his head, the world started to come back into focus… until Deedee flashed her tits at him again and said, “Sleep for me, sleep for my tits, always sleep for me tits now. Close your eyes, sleep, sink, and agree with me Andy.”

He stared at her naked, soft, large tits, and as his eyelids started to flutter as she spoke, he felt himself falling down, falling deeper, and falling faster down into sleep, and he was agreeing with her because he was falling for her, and her tits, just like she said.

“So how easy it is to agree with me. It’s easy to agree with me, and it’s so easy talk to me, and easy to feel good when I’m around. And that’s why you want to come around my place tonight to talk to me more about post grad stuff, and about your class. You want to make time to see me tonight, to visit me tonight, and you’ll remember that this is your idea, not my idea. You’ll wake up when I tell you to, and you’ll forget what happened, and remember what you want to happen. And since you want this to happen, you’ll open your eyes again and stay just as mentally asleep, open, and agreeable. You’ll do this for me now so we both know this is what you want, and when it becomes what you want you will open your eyes and stay just as quiet and asleep for me now.”

Again, the world came back into focus, soft focus this time, and he sat there, staring at her, mind quiet, everything slowly catching up to him, but before he could become aware, or even just a little bit more aware, her tits were out and he was staring at them, blinking, fading, falling… 

 “Sleep for me, sleep for my tits, always sleep for me tits now. Close your eyes, sleep, sink, and agree with me Andy. You won’t even notice that you can’t stop staring at my tits, or that you have a big fucking erection for me, that’s so flattering, and so nice, thank you. You’ll just wake up and realize you want to meet with me tonight, at my place, and you’ll forget everything… 3… take a nice deep centering breath… 2… eyes opening now… Hi Andy, see, you feel so much better don’t you… 1, welcome back. I’m glad you let me share this exercise with you, I hope it helps.”

“I uh…” he rubbed his eyes and fidgeted in his chair, but he didn’t know why. And he felt like he was looking into her eyes, talking to her, but he was still staring at the outline of her nipples under her top, but it was fine. “I’m sorry, you came here for my help, you shouldn’t have to be helping me.”

Saying those words felt strange, discordant, but also pleasant, and nice, and easy.

“Nonsense Andy,” she tugged on her top and pulled her shoulders back, but it didn’t register to him that he was trying to stare through her top. “I’m happy to help you since you do so much for all of us.”

“Look Deedee, I really want you to be successful,” he couldn’t really choose the words, or stop them, he just had to say what he had to say and it was easy to do that, easier than choosing. “But you don’t need to worry about this class since it’s not your major and it’s your senior year. Your GRE scores matter more than your GPA, and frankly this probably… you know what, if you’re free later I can come by and talk to you about everything.”

“That would be so great, my housemates are all gone this weekend,” she took out her phone, and he stared at her tits as his erection raged, but none of that registered consciously. Giving her his phone number seemed strange, and wrong, but it felt right, and necessary… and then she was gone.

And as she left, he entered a fugue state that took the last of his memories of her visit with it.

It wasn’t until after his last class when he automatically texted Deedee for her address that he even thought of her, and when he did, he felt an anxious sense of purpose and excitement. His intentions felt pure, but alien, and there was a tension, an awareness that regardless of his intentions, what he was doing was forbidden.

But he couldn’t get the idea out of his head, and couldn’t think of a reason to stop. He thought of the reasons why he should, but none of them were enough to actually make him, So, he knocked on the front door to the rental house, one a lot like the one he was still living in, but probably with fewer people, and felt a knot on his stomach.

“Hi Andy,” Deedee opened the door and the reality of the situation set in on him yet again. She was standing there in a black tee with a low scooped neck, her hair down and glasses off, her tits almost spilling out of her shirt. “Please, come in.”

Her top was stretchy, made out of vertically ribbed fabric, and he didn’t see what she was wearing below her waist, because he couldn’t take his eyes off her tits. She smiled at him as he stood there on her porch a second too long, and he blushed when her smile told him she knew he was staring.

“Here,” she took his hand in hers and walked him into her living room. “Sit down on the couch and I’ll be right there.”

The way she looked at him, the way she took his hand, the way she talked to him and stood too close to him, all of it made him feel like he was floating, like he’d entered into a surreal world.

And the surreal, the unbelievable, and the wrongness… the whole of the wrongness made him ask himself why he was there.

There was another question in his mind somewhere, something slight, like the words to a song he couldn’t even remember the tune to, just a wisp, just a hint…

But he couldn’t hold on to it and all he did was sit down on her couch, compelled by something that felt so wrong, and so right all at once, and it wasn’t until he looked down at his lap that he saw the bulge of his erection.

He tried to find a cushion, or something else to put in his lap, while also wondering how he could have sprung to full attention and not felt it, but Deedee walked back into the living room and smiled at him.

He stared at her tits as her shirt barely contained them, and as she sat down next to him, her chest pulled his gaze like a tractor beam. He tried to look away from them, he tried to look at her face, but just couldn’t.

She put an arm around his shoulder, and her hand in his lap, and as he started to say, “Stop this Deedee, this isn’t…” she gave his cock a little squeeze and said, “Sleep.”

Andy blinked and felt a wave of confused lethargy wash over him.

“Looks like some of what I said worked a little better than I expected, but anyhow…” she started to stroke him gently over his pants. “You’re too tired and sleepy, too exhausted to think for yourself and resist what’s happening now Andy. You’re too drained, and you feel too weak and worn down by your life to stop this from happening, and as you keep staring at my tits, you happen to realize you’re realizing you just can’t look away from them. You’re too weak and too tired to try and resist the sight of my tits, my big tits that make you so weak, and so sleep too..”

He felt her hand on the back of his head, gently massaging the base of his neck, “And the more you try to look away, the more you think of how wrong you think this is, the weaker you become, making it even harder and harder to try and look away, making this cock harder and harder for me the longer you stare at my tits, my tits that make your cock so hard and your mind so weak and sleepy. The more you know you’re not supposed to, the more you realize you’re not strong enough to stop yourself…”

She gently squeezed him again, “And the deeper you stare down into my cleavage, getting lost in my tits, the deeper down inside yourself you realize you don’t even want to look away.”

“You’re…” he was trying to say something, butDeedee started to use her thumb to rub the head of his cock through his pants and it made him moan.

He was going to say “Hypnotizing me,” but she’d cut him off.

“Ssssshhhhhhhhh,” she kept rubbing and his legs quivered with over-stimulation, “just sleep and stare.”

His eyes blinked, then closed, then opened again and he couldn’t even keep his eyes shut to escape the pull of her tits.

“It’s called confirmation bias Andy. It’s just confirmation bias and…” she leaned in close and kissed his neck before she whispered in his ear, “other things. Now sit still.”

She straddled him and thrust her tits in his face, “You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were so happy to see me in your office. You were so happy to have me turn my charms on you, because you’re not that much older than me, not enough to be creepy, and it’s just part of your nature as a man in this society to lust after me and objectify me. It’s natural, especially because my tits, like all big tits, trigger certain biological instincts you have. So when I tell you to stare, well… confirmation bias for your nature and your nurture.”

She moaned as she ground her hips against his cock.

“You wanted me to pursue you, to create a permission structure for you, so you weren’t the one initiating or pursuing me. You wanted me to take control and make it all okay, or if not okay, then at least excusable for you. And you know it’s wrong, but it’s the right kind of wrong, and it speaks to your ego too. Now just keep staring at my tits the way you’ve tried not to do every day in class… 

She leaned in close and almost started smothering him with her breasts as she whispered in a breathy, heat, “You naught, filthy pervert.”

Andy tried to move, he tried to push her off of him, “No, I don’t…”

Deedee pushed her tits back into his face as he started to talk, “Sleep and listen, sleep and stare. There will be time for questions later, but now you just listen to my lecture.”

She readjusted on his lap and started grinding on him again.

“You wanted to be seduced, you wanted to abdicate your authority, and when I gave you a plausible reason to do something you should not have done, well…” she peeled off her top to reveal a decorative, canary yellow, lace bra with a small yellow crystal dangling between the cups. “Here you are.”

She started to rub his temples as he stared at her tits, his cock hard, her body soft and undeniable on top of him, and worse, what she was saying was sinking in.

“I could make you agree with me. I could put you through the process of nodding your head, actively agreeing, saying yes, and rewarding that compliance over and over, but I don’t need to. Not when my whole charade has taken full advantage of your assumptions and perceptions. Now, take off my bra and listen as I explain the missing piece.”

His hands started to move on their own, up to her back, feeling her skin, and starting to fumble with the multiple hooks of her bra.

“I don’t need help with grad school, or your class, and I didn’t feel like faking it, or making you think I was going to trade sex for a better grade, but I did make sure I underperformed just enough to plant the seeds in your head subconsciously. Not, sex for grades wouldn't have worked with you, but we are going to fuck, and you are going to change some grades, including mine, but not just not mine.”

Fumbling with the bra made something fire off in his head, just enough to get his mouth to make a few words, “What are you talking about Deedee, I’m…”

She laughed as his hands continued to obey her instructions, and he fell silent as he unclasped the hooks.

He was in no position to say he was or wasn’t going to do anything.

“Remember, there will be time for questions at the end,” she took her hands from his head. “Now finish taking off my bra.”

His betraying hands pulled the straps down and he reached out to take hold of her bra by the sides of their impressive cups and felt his fingers brush her breasts. The electric thrill almost made him cum.

“No, you wouldn’t have been seduced by,” her bra was off and he stared rapt at her large, bouncing, naked tits, while her hips kept rubbing against him. Her voice changed to a ditsy, bubbly parody of a girl’s voice, “Oh your class is sooooo hard, is there anything I can do….”

The accent dropped, and she cupped her naked breasts that were too large for her small hands, “No, you needed to be valued for what you could do, and part of figuring out your vulnerabilities was part of my assignment. I’m not taking your class for the credits, I’m taking it for you. You’re my project for Dr. Armstrong, and that’s who you’re going to be changing grades for her, this quarter, and every quarter from now on.”

He felt a shiver run down his spine, and a chill in his gut.

Dr. Andrea Armstrong.

She was behind this.

This girl, his student Deedee Royce had… had…

“You…” Andy forced his eyes shut in a herculean act of will. ‘You hypnotized me…”

“Well my tits did most of the work,” she adjusted herself, put both hands on the back of his head, and pressed a nipple to his lips. “But yes, I hypnotized you and put you into a deep sleep… that’s right… so tired, so weak, deep sleep… in your office today, using everything I knew about you, and using all of the traps I set up for you.”

Her tit pushed into his face, and he tried to move his lips away from her nipple, but he was so weak now, it was too hard to try and do anything.

“I’ve been flirting, charming, and seducing other students in your periphery, letting you see the power my charms, and my charisma, and my sexuality has. I’ve spent the entire term putting the idea in your head that I was one of those girls… the archetype… the idea… letting you develop a bias about me, a perception of me that I could bring to life, that I could confirm. And since I hypnotized you, and hypnosis works by giving you suggestions you want to agree with, well… you couldn’t resist me, because you were already thinking everything I wanted you to think. Now stop fighting and suck on my nipple, sleep, listen, and…”

His mouth obeyed, and his awareness faded away more and more at the edges.

The feeling of her full tit pressed to his face, her nipple in his mouth, her warmth, her softness, her closeness, and the inescapable sound of her voice kept stripping layers away from him, wearing him down even more.

“...sleep.”

He tried to hold on to what little of himself was left, but it was all slipping through his fingers. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, and couldn’t stop sucking on her nipple. And every once and a while, as something changed in her posture or position, he became suddenly aware again of his erection… and just how weak her tits made him.

He couldn’t understand how he kept forgetting how hard she made him, but it had started slipping through his mental grasp before anything else.

“You really are so worn down that you do need this. And you really did think I was a  dangerous, sexy, temptress. You’re so broken down, you’re so spent and so weak Andy, you can’t keep me out of your head, and you won’t be able to get me out either. Just think about it, if you’re this powerless to resist me now, doesn’t it make sense that you’ll get weaker and weaker as I use hypnosis and my wet fucking pussy to fuck your brains out? I mean, the way I say it, it just makes sense, since you know that the more you do something the better you get at it… and the more I fuck you into obedience, the better at getting fucked into hypnotized, brainwashed, slavery you’ll get. And if you can’t stop me now, even when I tell you what’s happening, just think about how much more impossible it will be when I fuck the last of your free will right out of that cock.”

Andy’s body betrayed him. He moaned and his cock, which he couldn’t keep track of, throbbed like he was close to the edge. But then she started speaking again, and…

She must have hypnotized him into not noticing his erection.

What else had she put in his head?

What…

He was spiraling into himself and she was talking, but what had she just said? He didn’t know, and it didn’t matter. He was highly suggestible. She knew his buttons to press, and knew how to press them. If he could have stopped this, he would have.

“And it’s going to feel so good to just accept and realize that you’re powerless, and that soon enough, I’ll be so deep inside your head you won’t even think about doing what I want, doing what Dr. Armstrong tells you…”

He was powerless.

He knew it.

He felt it.

She was standing up, and he was standing up and stripping down as he stared at her naked breasts, eyes barely open, body moving on its own, and he still didn’t know what Deedee was wearing below the waist.

He heard her voice, but her words were wisps of sound, fluttering ideas that came into his mind, and he couldn’t make out what she was saying, all he could do was watch from the prison of softness inside his mind as he he took her from behind, sliding deep into her tight, welcoming, wet slit.

She had one hand down on the arm of the couch as he fucked her, and with her other hand, held up her phone and took a picture of them, both of their faces in the frame, then switched over to video.

“Oh Professor Andy, do you like fucking my slutty little pussy? Do you like teaching me how to fuck?”

She was recording him.

SHE WAS RECORDING HIM! 

He had to stop.

He had to say something.

He couldn’t… he… it was too late, and worse, his mouth moved on its own, “Fuck, you feel so good Deedee, fuck…”

What had he just said? Why did he…

He came.

It was too late, he just got recorded fucking his student, and she caught him in the moment he came inside her.

She’d been talking… been saying something else, but time had no meaning, and words were just sounds. His hands were on her hips, and he was thrusting himself as deep into her as he could while he exploded into his student.

Then her phone was down.

“I’m not really your student Andy, you’re my prey. You’re not really doing anything wrong, in fact…” She’d pushed back against him after he finished, and she slid from between him and the couch, then took his hand again and led him back to sitting down.

After he sat down next to her, she slid down between his legs. 

“The more deeply hypnotized, and influenced by me you are, and the more you fuck me, cum for me, cum inside me, and make me cum till I’m satisfied, the more you’re helping me succeed with my major.”

She took his flaccid cock in her hand and gave it a little suck as she held it by the base. “Mmmmmm, I taste good on this cock. And all you really want is to help me succeed, isn’t it?”

“Huh…” he was trying not to speak, trying not to follow her logic, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have a choice, he was too suggestible and… “Help you…”

“That’s right,” he was staring down at her tits, tangentially watching her playing with his balls as she kissed his cock and swallowed it again. He moaned as her tongue worked him over from bse to tip, trying to compel it to grow again. “You’ll only think that you’re helping me. You’ll only know that you’re doing right by me. You’ll only understand that you have no choice…”

She swallowed him and swirled her tongue around it again, “You have to help me. You have no choice, because the more deeply under my control you are, the more you help. So to help me, you have to have no choice about doing whatever I want, or need, and whatever Dr. Armstrong tells you to do.”

He was staring at her tits, and every time she kissed or sucked his cock, he felt himself falling into a fugue as his view of her tits changed.

“I read you perfectly, and I got lucky with how surprisingly suggestible you are. When I told you to ignore your erection back in your office, I didn’t close that suggestion and now it’s still working on you, I can tell.”

Deedee had one hand on his balls, and the other on his shaft, gently massaging as she stroked, and all he did was stare at her naked tits. “It’s why you’re hardly reacting to the fact you’re hard for me again. It’s why you’re not whimpering, or moaning, begging me to stop, or keep going… well…”

She slid her lips over his tip and swirled her tongue around it, and his eyes closed for a moment while he sighed and felt her hot, wet mouth slide down his shaft. But when she stopped, his eyes opened and her tits made him forget about his own pleasure.

“You couldn’t do that anyway, but you know what I mean. Or maybe you don’t,” she wrapped her tits around his cock this time and his breath caught. “It only matters what I make you think, feel, and understand now. And you might not understand open and closed suggestions.”

She fucked his cock between her tits, her saliva acting like a little bit of lube. “But you understand that you need to help me. You understand that you can’t resist me because the best way to help me is to just obey. And the best way to just obey is to just let yourself help me.”

Up and down her tits moved, milking him, and making his cock literally disappear between her tits, until she slid it out and gave it another wet suck, before sliding it back between her tits.

“And the best way to just let yourself help me,” Andy had a clear moment of feeling just how good it felt to get fucked by her tits, “is to let yourself accept that you are too suggestible, too worn down, too worn out, and too weak for my hypnotic tits to resist mine, or Dr. Armstrong’s commands and desires.”

She gave his cock another suck, this one longer, and more intensely lingering, and as she did so, she looked up into his eyes, which he barely registered to him. His eyes barely moved to stay focused on her tits, and when she wrapped them back around his cock, he felt a sense of relief at just getting to stare at them again.

Something also happened in his mind, something she hadn’t instructed, but when his cock disappeared between her tits, he felt it. He felt his throbbing, aching, need to cum again radiating up through his body, all while her breasts placated his mind, and smothered his awareness of self.

He was both desperate to cum, and completely devoid of self.

“…and you’ll notice that…” she said the names of some students in his upper level classes names “...aren’t really applying themselves, and their work is showing it. They’re just not doing their best, and it’s starting to show in their grades. They’ll still do well but…”

His eyes closed and he felt body starting to tense as his hips started to thrust up into the slick friction of her tits. “You already know this about them. You already know they don’t deserve honors or…”

She kept talking, talking about the distinction between doing well, and academically excelling. She was talking about ideas of academic status and who did and didn’t deserve it… and all he could do was feel her words, her will, and her desires flood into his mind. He didn’t feel the change in his mind, in his perception, all he felt was the explosion between her tits.

“So hypnotized by my tits… my tits that make you so weak… the more you see them, the weaker you become for them… the weaker you become fr them, the more hypnotized they make you… and in just a moment, you’ll realize that my tits can make you instantly hard and ready to cum over and over again…”

“How do you think you did?”

Andy sat with Deedee in Dr. Armstrong’s office, and despite the presence of the older woman, who if Deedee hadn’t been there he would have found irresistible, all he could do was stare at his student’s chest.

He was sitting in a padded recliner, and she was sitting across from him in Dr. Armstrong’s office chair.

“Well, I couldn’t get him to stop staring at my tits, and I skipped his class today to make sure things didn't get weird, and I don’t think I closed all of the suggestions the right way. He’s more suggestible than anyone I’ve worked with.”

Deedee was wearing a gray, sleeveless sweater and a black skirt, and Dr. Armstrong was also wearing a black skirt that was shorter, and a white, short sleeve button down blouse, with her black hair piled high on her head.

“Yes, I see that. He also has been more and more unresponsive the longer he’s sat there staring at them. As I’ve told all of you, some people are highly suggestible, and based on your project plan, I think your confirmation bias structure broke him. So yes, I think you’ve done respectable work, but look at him, and look at the results of the mistakes you made.”

Deedee had told him to go to Dr. Armstrong’s office via text, and when he got there, the younger woman was waiting for him with her instructor and mentor, and it didn’t take more than a few words from Deedee before Andy started to lose himself.

His visit to her house, her visit to his office hours, all of it was a blur, and as he sat in the buxom, beautiful, and undeniably magnetic professor’s office, one that was much nicer than his, much much nicer, he could barely process anything that was being said.

“I’m sorry Doctor, I don’t know why he won’t respond as well to the new suggestions and my…” 

“No Deedee, these things happen, but you should have been more careful and now I’m going to have to fix your work. Which…” if Andy were capable of being aware, he would have heard the mild, constructive annoyance in the older woman’s voice, and the pleading, desperate need for approval in Deedee’s. “Which I wouldn’t have to do if you remembered to always, always close your suggestions when you give them. Now, I won’t be able to do anything with him while you’re still here, and I’ll also have to see if you need to re-do the assignment next quarter, because… because you can do better Deedee, this was as sloppy as it was remarkable..”

“I’m sorry Dr. Armstrong, I’m…”

“It’s not the first time I’ve been in this position, and you did do elements of excellent work otherwise, but really, not structuring and closing your suggestions is… it’s remarkably amateurish. Now go wait outside.”

The veil started to lift from Andy’s mind as Deedee walked out of the office, and Dr. Armstrong in her high heels, walked to stand in front of his chair.

“You…” he blinked and felt like he was waking up from a dream. “What am I doing here?”

He wanted to stand up, but the way she stood over him, and too close to him, made him feel small, and made him feel boxed in. He couldn’t work up the nerve to just stand up, especially because he was still feeling woozy and foggy.

“We would have met eventually Andrew, and the only reason it’s happening now,” she started to unbutton her blouse without changing her tone, “is because of my falling as a teacher. We can try and tell ourselves that our students thrive and fail by their own determination, and what they take from us. But when a motivated student fails at something fundamental and critical, then that’s ultimately a reflection on us and our methods, don’t you agree?”

“I uh…” something prodded him in the back of his mind, some urge he couldn't explain, that might have had nothing… or something… to do with her large, almost fully exposed breasts that were held and prominently displayed in a plain, unadorned, beige bra.

“I… um… I…” he wanted to agree with her, both because it made sense, and because it felt like a compulsion. Then, as she slowly pulled a golden pocket watch out from between her truly and remarkably large breasts, she spoke again.

“Watch the watch, and listen to the sound of my voice.”

The compulsion to want to agree, or to feel the need to agree became an imperative to just watch the pocket watch as it started swinging in front of her tits and to listen to her forceful, but soothing voice.

“There we are, that’s right,” she purred out the words, forcefully and smoothly, “it’s always very interesting to see where and how a highly suggestible and hypnotically receptive subject responds to suggestions, especially the clumsy ones Deedee gave you. I saw you trying to discern if a prompt for agreement was enough of a command to compel your obedience, and ambiguity is always very revealing about the inner workings of a subject’s mind. But there was no ambiguity in being told directly what to do, was there?”

She paused long enough for Andy, whose eyelids were starting to get heavy, and whose subconscious mind was reflexively opening him up to falling into trance, to recognize that he felt the pull to answer her, but not the immediate need to do so.

“Answer me,” her blouse was completely unbuttoned and she was the pinnacle of the image of the sexy librarian, all that was missing was letting her hair down and tossing it about.

“No,” he had to think, to really think about what she was saying so he could answer. “No, there’s no ambiguity.”

“Good, it’s good to establish agreement when working within the mind, or with teaching. If you fundamentally disagree with a lesson, you won't learn, just like if you fundamentally disagree with a suggestion, it doesn’t matter how much vigorous sexual hypnosis and seduction is thrown at you, it won’t stick. Now just notice for me how much heavier your eyelids are getting, and try not to notice how ready you are to sink into trance for me.”

His eyelids started to flutter, and he did try to push against the pull to close his eyes and fall away, down, down into the sound of her voice, a voice that was professorial and unerringly seductive.

“Now, there is no abstraction in me telling you clearly and directly what to do, but there was some abstraction and insinuation on the suggestions, Deedee’s suggestions, which is why your mind, and you don’t mind staring at my tits more and more now with every swing of the watch, feeling the sudden, distracting pull of following the watch, and focusing on my tits, only my tits now… Now as I was saying…”

What was she saying?

His eyes kept closing, and the world kept disappearing with every prolonged blink, only for her breasts to become more and more prominent, and her pocket watch more and more distracting, draining away.

“You want to stop watching the watch, but I wonder, since I told you to watch the watch and ignore the watch, which watching will you watch now, as you think about what you might look like from the outside, staring at my tits as I wave a watch in front of your face, theatrically, comedically hypnotizing you with my words, and my voice, just distracting you with my watch that you’re watching, and focusing you with my breasts…”

Someone’s breasts made him weak and sleepy… were they… were they Dr. Armstrong’s tits?

He couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t remember what she was saying, or what Deedee had said. All he could do was stare at her watch, and watch her distracting pocket watch swing back and forth, watching the watch as he tried to ignore it, while he stared at her hypnotizing tits.

 “Breasts that make it hard for you, hard for your cock that’s so hard for you to notice because of a sloppy suggestion that needs to be cleaned up, like your mind that needs to be cleaned, like your brain needs to be washed… but you wouldn't mind being brainwashed by me now, especially if I told you very directly, that you will welcome my brainwashing hypnosis, my brainwashing hypnosis from my brainwashing, hypnotic breasts, because I’m telling you to, and because you agree, on your own, that your mind needs to be sorted out, especially because I’m telling you to put all other thoughts out of your mind now, which you don’t mind doing when I tell you to, because right now you need to follow my commands, and to follow my commands, you need me to command you, don’t you?.”

At some point in her confusing lecture, his eyes closed and he sank down into the recliner he’d been guided into when he first entered Dr. Armstrong’s office.

“Open your eyes, stare at my hypnotizing, brainwashing breasts, and answer my very clear, and very direct question.”

Her bra was off, her hair was down, and her glasses were gone, as was her blouse. Two large breasts filled his vision.

“Ken…”

He didn’t have control of his voice, or his train of thought. He was in a dream, his sense of reality was paper thin, and a fog of erotic, disorienting confusion covered everything.

She said Ken’s last name, which he intuited more than heard, then she said, “That’s a very interesting answer, but it wasn’t what I asked, so I wonder, what does he have to do with anything right now?”

She cupped a breast with her free hand, and a very distinct, powerful desire for that to be his hand washed over him.

Nothing like that had happened with Deedee.

But as he felt it, he also felt a pinprick of revulsion and distrust for her rise up. It was hard to hold on to it though in the face of her magnificent tits and her compelling, intoxicatingly smooth and seductive voice.

He would have forgotten about those harsh feelings as quickly as they came, but she said, “Answer me, tell me what Ken has to do with anything.”

“You…” he saw for the first time that her nails were painted a deep red that bordered on black, and stared through her swinging pocket watch, which occasionally pulled his eyes, and pulled his train of thought… and maybe as he drifted she was saying something, but…

Had she asked him the question again?

“You changed him. You… you must have… hypnotized him too.” His resentment was twisting around with her seductive, irresistible charms, and no matter how hard he tried to hold on to that feeling to focus him, her tits kept smothering everything inside his head that wasn’t her voice.

He didn’t really see her smile, but he felt it, or sensed it, and he heard her condescending confidence as she responded.

“Yes Andy, I did. He was the first of my subjects, the first one I tried my new techniques on to push my influence and exercise my control over. I wonder how much your assumptions about me, the whispers and the rumors and your own familiarity with my first subject, prepare you for this? I wonder if you have some biases about me that made you expect this? I wonder just how much your disposition, your male ego, and the arrogance that you all have, and all of your other assumptions about yourself, made you specifically suggestible and vulnerable to Deedee’s sloppy suggestions, and her powerful, persuasive techniques?”

Her words were sticking to him more and more, sweet and sticky with condescending seduction, and compelling. Everything about her from her posture, to the pauses in her speech, and the caress of her breast as she kept swinging that pocket watch, kept him wholly and helplessly enthralled.

“Of course, as a teacher you understand that while some students can become the master, you’re already experiencing how much more powerful and effective my techniques are, and even though you know nothing about hypnosis, even you can tell the difference, and you’re feeling it with every word I speak and every breath you take.”

She was so close to him, and continuously finding new ways to make him feel overwhelmed, disoriented, and over stimulated. Slight changes in tone and in position, taking a step forward, or shifting a hip, or changing the direction of her fingertip around her nipple, all of it kept him from drifting too far into nothingness, and kept reintroducing the feeling of falling and sinking. 

“And since you understand, as we all do, that practice makes perfect, and that devoted scholarship and study leads to consistent and meaningful expertise, so you naturally know that my techniques, the ones I teach some of my most promising female students, like Deedee, who did such a number, but who is still learning, compared to my mastery, have gotten so much stronger since I made Ken my slave.” 

Her words started to take on a gravity that he felt in his brain, each one flattening him out, pushing him down as she continued to speak smoothly, not pausing now, not emphasizing now, just explaining, just lecturing him in a way that made him feel both weak, and dumb… and making him more aware of how aroused he was.

“So,” the pocket watch kept swinging as she tranced circles around her nipple, “if you remember how much he changed, just imagine now how much more I can change you. I’m so much better than I was, so truly, just imagine how much more devastatingly effective my hypnotic techniques will be on you.”

His body felt strange, like his proportions were changing, or like he didn’t know his body at all. But, he felt good. He felt like his body was filling up with warmth and arousal.

“I’ve given you a very clear command Andy,” she sounded more like a condescending professor at that moment than any time before, and her tone reinforced the command he’d just heard but hadn’t processed. “Imagine how much more devastatingly effective my hypnotic techniques will be on you, and do it now.”

As he realized he hadn’t just automatically obeyed, the implication of her tone took away any agency he might have discovered, or any recognition that he had to at least nominally agree and participate, replacing it with a sense of inferiority and desperation to please her, especially as she stopped tracing her nipple and gave her massive breast another squeeze.

His body, which still felt out of proportion, crumbled in on itself and he felt flat and empty, deflated of self and out of control. He was out of the recliner and down on all fours, his head bowed, mind full of the question of just how much she could change him.

All thoughts of Deedee were out of his head, all thoughts of anything else were gone, and he saw her foot, her pointed toed black high heel come up under his chin, and force him to look up… up at her huge breasts that loomed over him, and her pocket watch that was still swaying in front of them.

“I have my hooks in you. My student prepared you, and now you’re here, taken completely by me, and you’ve always thought I’ve had the power to corrupt, control, and manipulate people, and now you know you’re one of them. Now you know you’re mine, and there’s no escape…”

There was no escape from her power.

No escape from her hypnotic control and influence.

She was too powerful, and he was too weak.

She was too beautiful and sexually dominating, too hypnotically seductive and compelling for him to resist.

He was too weak.

He was too drawn to her, and her beauty, her beauty and her amazing, domineering, hypnotic, brainwashing breasts.

“Unless I make you forget. I can make you forget everything that Deedee put into your mind. I can make those memories disappear, and I can make you forget all her triggers, and everything that brought you to this moment.”

He stared up as she towered above him, and she took a step closer, causing him to crane his neck, and he found he couldn’t see her face past her breasts, but he could see her putting her pocket watch on like a necklace.

“But the more I make you forget, the more free you feel, the more enslaved to me you’ll be on an even deeper level. I can make you forget, but forgetting is obedience, and the more you obey, the more enslaved you’ll become.”

Her hands cupped her breasts, and he imagined that everything she said was irresistible, because it was.

Her hands squeezed and massaged her tits, rolling them and pushing them together as he imagined that everything she said didn’t just make sense, but that it was undeniable.

She fondled her tits in a slow, smooth, steady rhythm, squeezing and playing with them in the same steady way she had swung her pocket watch. 

 As she did, he imagined that her words became his thoughts, because now, they were his thoughts now, and everything she said, everything he thought, was the truth.

“And the only way to make you forget is to lock away the memories, which will also lock away a little piece of who you are. The more you forget what happened to you, the more you’ll forget the parts of yourself that can try and resist, and struggle, and can tell the difference between who you were, and who you are. But you’ll feel free, because ignorance is bliss, and it’s so blissfully erotic to be my hypnotized slave.”

He was struggling to keep his eyes open, struggling to keep looking up, and even down on all fours, he was struggling not to collapse. He was hard as a rock, his balls were swollen and aching, and he couldn’t do anything except accept her reality.

“And for everything I can make you do, I’m going to let you choose, and I’m going to do something with you I don’t normally do. If you want to forget and become even more my slave, then I’m going to fuck the memories out of you and lock them away.” 

His chin dipped and his eyes closed, he felt his arms getting weak and his body sliding down to the ground, the weight of just the idea of having sex with her, and the heaviness in his body, not just his balls, was too much for his growing, overwhelming weakness.

She nudged him with her foot, then knelt down beside him to whisper in his ear as he lay face down on her office rug.

“If you want to fuck me, then I’ll fuck you into total, amnesic slavery, and you’ll be free of Deedee’s sloppy suggestions, or you’ll continue to stare at her tits in class, and you’ll never notice your erections, always in danger of being fully, and visibly aroused by her hypnotic breasts as you trail off in lectures… Or…”

She stood up and he felt one of her heels push down between his shoulder blades as she put one foot on him, standing on him, making him feel less than small, making him feel broken and defeated in a new wave of total surrender. “Or you can fuck me, and I can fuck your memories away and fuck you into forgetting. You won’t remember fucking me, of course, it will be like none of this has ever happened, but you will be inescapably enslaved to me, you just won’t realize it.”

“Now,” she took her foot off of his back, “if you want me to fuck you into forgetting, into freeing you from Deedee’s influence, and into feeling like you’re free from my control, then you can feel yourself rolling over now. Just feel yourself rolling over and staring at my tits… seeing my hypnotic tits, so much more enthralling and entrancing than Deedee’s boobs that so messily brainwashed you…”

Andy moaned and rolled over, his eyes opening to stare up at Dr. Armstrong’s tits. He could barely move to help as she undid his belt and pulled his pants down enough to expose his bolt upright cock. He barely saw her slide out of her panties, as she sat down on him… not straddle him, but guided his cock into her as she sat down on him.

She started rubbing her clit as her hips moved, and he couldn't move, all he could do was watch her beautiful breasts, bouncing, bouncing steadily… up and down… up and down as she fucked him… up and down, and up and down… like her pocket watch swung back and forth… like she had cupped and rolled her tits in her hands…

Up and down her tits bounced… he felt himself sliding up into her… and felt her control sinking deeper down into his mind… Up and down her tits bounced as he fucked up… sliding up into her, feeling her tight, wet, warm slit drawing out his memories… draining out his free will… and she slid down… deeper down under her power… deeper down under her… as her control sunk deeper into his subconscious mind.

Up and down her tits slowly bounced, so hypnotic, so entrancing, so enthralling, causing his cock to rise up and up into her, as he fell down and down into her thrall…   

Up and down, there was only her tits, only her dominance, only her will.

Up and down, she fucked his mind past obedience as her tits pushed him past docility into catonic, stupified, hypnotized oblivion.

Up and down her tits bounced in the same, steady pace, unchanging, milking him, drawing out his memories.

Up and down her tits continued to fuck his mind as her pussy welcomed his memories, and his identity.

Up, he came into her, up his memories gushed into her, and down, down, down into the deepest recesses of his mind did she hide the reality of what had happened.

Up, Dr. Armstrong stood after couching by his head, whispering what she wanted him to see and feel, and down his hips thrust as he moaned while he came in his pants, face down on the rug, full clothed, having never touched her.

“And as you feel yourself cumming inside me, staring at me tits, you’re forgetting everything, but you’re remembering that your greatest goal as a professor, as a teacher, is to help your students succeed. And any time you reflexively try and remember what has happened over the last few days, you will remember that the only way to help Deedee is to forget what she did to you.”

Andy’s breath was shallow and gasping in the ecstacy of climax, and he was a truly blank slate, still face down on the carpet, drooling and moaning. 

She’d watched him, his hips had barely moved, but they hadn’t needed to, of course he thought she’d let him fuck her, that she’d want to fuck him, Deedee had been right to identify that in him.

“Yes, the only way to help her succeed, the way you want all of your students to succeed is to forget everything that has brought you to this moment. After all, she can’t redo the assignment I gave her if you remember what happened last time, and it’s so important to you to help her succeed at her major that you will easily and completely forget every time you try and remember, just like you will easily and automatically make time for her whenever and wherever she wants to talk to you.”

Andrea had scooped up her bra and her blouse and started to put them back on. “Any time you have doubts or apprehensions about her, you will feel the need to help her as much as you can, however you can, and that means you will just forget everything she has done to you and what has happened here in my office. In fact, in just a moment you are going to wake up, realize you spilled your drink in your pants, and change into your gym clothes you have in your office, then go about your day. You will not consciously remember being here, and when I wake you up you will still be in a very deep trance until after you have changed your clothes, and you will do this… now.”

Andy opened his eyes and got to his feet, blank and unaware, a zombie, and like a zombie he wandered out of Dr. Andrea Armstrong’s office, and past Deedee who was sitting outside, waiting for the meeting to end.

“Hi Andy,” Deedee Royce stood in Andy’s supply closet of an office door and flashed him her typical winning smile, “it sucks that they make you teach, and grade, and everything, and you barely get your own work space. College is so unfair.”

“What can I do for you Deedee?” She was a senior taking an underclassman class, and there was probably a sophomore in their slump that would have benefited from his time, but here she was… And he… he…

Something skipped in his brain like a record scratch, and he was happy to see her. He was so happy to talk to her, to make time for her, and help her any way he could. No, there was nothing familiar about this conversation, it wasn’t deja vu, he was just happy she finally came by his office hours to talk about her performance.

He was also much more comfortable with her because she was dressed more modestly than usual, in a long black billowy skirt and a loose gray green, high necked and short sleeved top. Deedee was a buxom young woman, distractingly so some days, but… but… but he was just so happy to see her, and help her any way he could. 

With her blonde hair up, her wire frame glasses on, and her soft, sweet voice, talking to him softly and slowly, her words gently remind him of how tired he was, how sleep… It was like she was trying to hyp… No, she was just coming to get his help, and he was always happy to help her, no matter what.

“I just wanted to check on my grade and see how I’m doing. I don’t want this class to lower my standing or anything. You know how it is.” Andy wanted to tell her that any grad school program she’d applied to had already made up their minds about her, and that she was probably a shoe in anywhere she applied, and that while she’d also get stuck teaching undergrads and living in a broom closet, they’d be luck to have her and that she would do great.

“I think you’re doing fine, but I’d be more than happy to write a letter of recommendation, or sign one if you wanted to write it. I’m just surprised you’re taking this class in the first place, but I’m glad you did.” 

Deedee was only a couple years younger than him, very attractive, and much to his guilty and surprising pleasure, buxom as all hell. He was a tit guy, and anyone who saw Deedee with her little upturned nose, her soft eyes that were more gray than blue, and her pouty lips, on top of her big, usually on display boobs, would be powerless to… her tits made him powerless… tits… powerless to…

He was so happy to see her, and so happy to finally talk to her about her future plans, and to see if there was anything else he could do for her.

“I just really wanted to make sure,” she moved into his office and thankfully didn’t close the door, “but if now isn’t a good time, I can come back later. You do look a little beat.”

He thought he noticed her nipples standing out against her top, and felt a yawn fighting to escape, “No Deedee, I’m always available to help you, any way I can, whenever I can…”