Never Had a Chance, Abridged

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Never Had a Chance

It all started back in college…

“Hey, there,” he looked up from his book as two massive tits in a pale green dress with a plunging neckline adorned by white trim, and long, wavy red hair  loomed over his face, “what are you reading?”

He was at a buddy’s place, couch surfing and crashing for a few days since his new place wasn’t quite ready, and it was kind of a pain in the ass for everyone, especially since it was mid semester, but that’s just how things went.

The tits were still there, as he was reclined on said couch, reading a book on abnormal psychology for class, and whomever this woman was, had her hands on the arm of the couch by his head and was leaning in to get a better look.

He was going to answer her, but before he could, she said, “Oh, I read this, it’s good stuff. I mean, it’s all pretty remedial, and very down the middle, but it’s good enough, especially for basically a text book.”

The boobs disappeared, “I’m guessing you did all your boring requirements first and are knocking your electives out now?”

He sat up and looked at the mystery woman with the huge tits, and they were just as big when they weren’t in danger of pushing down over his face and smothering him… which might not be the worst thing.

Her dress was something a hippie, or someone going for hippie chíc would go for, and it had a flowing skirt with white trim. It was a kind of hippie meets medieval peasant… a peasant dress, the name came to him as he caught himself staring at her deep cleavage.

 Her hair was down, and it was long, very long, and her soft, honey brown eyes met his with a smile when he looked up. She was cute, cute enough at least, with a round face that might have been soft and plain, but she radiated confidence and that, with her tits, made it a pretty face. She was older, maybe late 20s, probably early 30s… and she was also barefoot, and wearing various bracelets, and bangles, and it looked like at least two necklaces were tucked into her cleavage.

“Hi,” she held out her hand, “I’m Aurora, I’m the owner. How’s the couch?”

“Owner?” He put his book down and shook her hand as he asked, “Like, this is your house?”

“Yeah,” she took his hand in both her hands, “the house, and everything in it, like the couch. I’m glad we could help you out for a few days, you must be so stressed.”

She was still shaking his hand, but only with one hand now, “I mean, mid semester, things not going right, sleeping on an old couch. I bet you’re barely hanging in there aren’t you, like, you just wish you could unplug and relax right?”

Aurora put her free hand on his elbow, as she kept shaking his hand, and it felt like something was going to happen, but she just kept talking. “I mean, even if you don’t recognize that there’s a lot happening in your life right now, there is, especially, as you probably know, subconsciously.”

There was something about the way she was holding his arm and shaking his hand, and the way she was talking to him, standing closer and closer, crowding into his space, and as she started talking again, she was cupping his elbow, pulling his arm closer to her and pushing back, and he had no idea what to do or say.

“The subconscious is smarter and dumber than the conscious mind, it knows some things, it can be almost psychic, or maybe even fully psychic depending on how you look at things, like if you look at me, you might assume I believe in the psychic power of the human mind, but, when you look at me, or anyone, but when you especially look at me…”

She was pulling him in closer every time she said ‘look at me’...

“That’s your conscious mind making an assumption, while unconsciously, you’re starting to associate the words look at me, with this pulling motion, and your subconscious is going to start associating those words together, but it won’t know why I’m doing these things, while if you had conscious understanding of something, your conscious mind could recognize and put words to something you’re feeling…”

He was starting to have a hard time keeping up with what she was saying.

“But just, look at me,” there was no tug this time, and she let go of his hand and his arm, and it felt like he had been right on the verge of something, but whatever it was, it was gone. “I’m just standing here, blabbing at you about stuff you’re probably tired of talking about or thinking about. I can see it in your eyes, really, you were getting a little glassy and distant, and don’t you think it’s okay to just zone out sometimes? Like when you’re bored, or tired? And I’m just a strange woman talking your ear off while you were reading, distracting you from what you were trying so hard to focus on. Anyway,...”

While she had been talking at him, she’d started fishing out one of the necklaces that was down between her tits, and out slid a simple, clear, oblong crystal. She had been rubbing the chain between her fingers making the crystal spin as it dangled from her hand, in front of her tits for the last half of whatever it was she’d just been saying to him.

“Sorry, I fidget, and I talk too fast, and I say too much,” and it was hard not to get distracted by the crystal, and her breasts, and the way the crystal was right there in front of her breasts. “I can tell I’m making you bored and tired, because you’re already spread so thin, and it just gets harder for you to have to keep on focusing, and adjusting, and adjusting your focus…”

The crystal dropped from her fingers as she started to gesticulate, and as it fell, he watched it land in front of her breasts, and he felt himself blink. His eyelids were suddenly heavy, and he felt a wave of sleepiness come over him.

“But just look at me,” her hand was moving back and forth above her breasts as she talked, above the crystal, and he found himself moving a little closer to her. “Just look at me,” he moved closer still, not a step, just barely a shuffle, “you look like you’re right about to fall asleep on your feet, like you’re about to fall into a deep, deep sleep right here on your feet, and I’m still just talking and talking, while your mind’s wandering back to your book, and what I was saying, and you’re so overwhelmed, and it’s so hard to think…”

He was blinking more, and felt unsteady on his feet, like he just wanted to sit down, or lie down.

“So hard to think, and you just look at me still talking, still pulling your focus, still command your focus when you look at me.” He was even closer to her now, and now her hand was making a pulling motion as she said, “Look at me, just look at me, look at me now.”

He was dazed and confused and couldn’t think straight, and he was so close to her now that he felt her breasts pressing into his chest as she hugged him close, very close and whispered “Sleep” into his ear.

“That’s right, sleep now, eyes closing, body sinking, deep sleep for me now. You’re in my house and you will follow my rules. You are in my house and you will obey my commands, deep sleep now.” 

He collapsed down onto the couch with her guidance, and she straddled him.

He felt her weight on top of him, and felt how easy it was to just sit there with his eyes closed, but he couldn’t let himself stay that way. Things were too weird to simply just be happening, and he forced his eyes open.

“What… what are you…” She was looking down at him, smiling and stroking his face.

“No, no, no, we listen to instructions, we don’t ask questions until the end. So just look at me and listen closely.”

He pushed back on the couch, not to try and get her off of him, but to move closer to her, his head moving towards her breasts. He didn’t have to move far as she leaned in close and pushed her tits into his face.

“Good, that’s it, just like that. You’re tired of thinking, tired of processing, tired of being off balance, wondering what’s going to come next, and what you’re going to do about it. It’s natural to be worn out by all of that, the human mind can only take so much, the human psyche can only endure so much wear and tear, and so much anxiety.”

She sat up straight on him and took his head in both her hands, “Look at me.”

He felt his head trying to move towards her, but she held him where he was, still straddling him, still pinning him. “That’s right, you feel yourself drawn to me, you feel my power, my attraction, and you’ve felt it since you first saw me, since you first heard my voice. There’s something magnetic about me, something deep in your psyche that is drawn to me, and when you look at me, you feel the desire to be near me, to be close to me, and for me to hold you, just like I’m holding you now.”

He let out a little sigh as his body trembled, everything she was saying felt so true, and she was slowly grinding on him. “You want to be close to me, you want to stay in this place,” her dress fell from her shoulders, then her bra, and he sat there staring at her pale, huge, naked tits and the crystal that hung in front of them. “Now that you’re here, you never want to leave. Now that you feel how easy it is to just listen, you always want to follow my voice. Look at me and listen, look and listen, and just let go of everything.”

As his head moved forward, this time she let it happen and cradled his head to her breast, guiding his mouth to a nipple and then holding him there.

“I want you to listen,” she was still grinding on him and he was getting harder and harder, “I want you to be happy.”

She moaned and he groaned, and she repeated herself, “I want you to listen, I want you to be happy.”

Again, she moaned, more intensely this time, and he groaned as he felt his balls start to ache.

“I want you to listen,” her voice was tinged with sexual pleasure, “I want you to be happy.”

Those words sounded so good, it made him happy to hear her voice.

“Listening more makes your life better, listening to me more makes you happier.”

He was fading out as she kept whispering, stroking his head and grinding on him as he sucked on her tits.

“When you listen to me, you’re happy and feel like you can do anything. When you listen to me, you feel happy and focused. When you listen to me, and let me think for you, your life is better, you’re better, you’re happier. And you want to be happy, so you want to listen. You want your life to be easier, so you want me to think for you.”

He’d never been much of a wet-dreamer, and he didn’t tend to blow his load quickly, but something about what she was doing had him on the edge of cumming in his pants. Whatever was happening, which he didn’t really know, understand, and wouldn’t really remember, was making his whole body melt into pleasure, and throb with the need to release.

“Just listen to me,” she stood up and her dress fell away, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, ”stand up and strip naked. You’ll feel so happy showing me that cock.”

God, she was right, it felt so good to just do what she said, and he was standing there in the living room, naked, with her. A lot of people lived in the house, anyone could be home at any moment, but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was listening to her.

She turned around, braced herself on the arm of the couch and looked over her shoulder, “Fuck me till you’re empty.”

He slid himself into her and started thrusting and pumping, hard and fast and desperate to cum. “Now tell me you’ll always listen, tell me you want to be happy.”

His mouth started moving with the same almost involuntary focus and intensity as his hips. “I want to listen, I want to be happy.”

In and out, harder and faster, over and over he thrust and chanted until his cum was pumping into her and she was moaning in bliss and encouraging him with soft words that didn’t seem to have any form.

Then he melted into nothing.

Life took strange turns, and he didn’t really know why he changed his major to business, and why he suddenly abandoned things he always thought he would do with his life, but the changes made him happy, including living simply, even for a student, in rented room in the house he’d started by couch surfing at. Things that used to matter stopped mattering, things he used to want, stopped having their appeal, and instead he became serious… focused and serious.

***

“Hi,” Ingrid Yuen, the young woman who came to his door was, well, she was gorgeous. Black hair, hazel eyes, soft dark skin, round features, firm body, and tremendously busty. “Uh, thank you for… for coming to talk to me…”

She smiled and her eyes were warm, and seemed slightly empty almost, “Well,” she step into his apartment and her voice was soft and round and full as her breasts were, and her breasts were like something out of a porno, especially on her frame. As she stood in his place, he got a better look at her, more so, he got a better look at what she had on display. 

Tight leggings, a top that was somewhere between a sports bra and a tank top, and a light pink hoodie. She looked like she could have been going to the gym, or really anything, and she smiled as she felt his eyes on him, and when she smiled, her eyes seemed to show a flash of something… something he couldn’t quite place, but as he stared deep into her eyes there was something contagiously calming in the hint of glassy eyed calm he saw there…

“So, uh, Ingrid, a friend suggested I call you because…”

Ingrid nodded, “You need a babysitter, right? But, I don’t see any kid stuff around.”

“Yeah,” he rubbed his head and felt awkward,” maybe we should sit down to talk a out this.”

“Okay,” she smiled and answered with a surprising amount of pep. She also sat down next to him on the couch, very close to him.

“I um, I’ve realized I struggle with… I get kind of… my undergrad experience was… I mean, you know how it can be… Anyway, I just, I don’t know…”

She took off her hoodie and sat there facing him, her breasts jutting out, her lean muscled body almost fully on display, her eyes going soft, so very soft, like part of her was starting to drift, and when she spoke, her voice was as soft and floaty as her eyes, “You need… you need an adult babysitter, don’t you?”

“It’s so weird to say out loud, and it’s so weird to hear you say it, and… maybe I shouldn’t, I’m sorry, I…”

In that moment of doubt, of surreal, disorienting, overpowering doubt, everything in his life felt like it was on the verge of collapsing. Nothing made sense. Nothing in the last few years made many sense at all, and now he was in grad school, and talking to this woman whose name he was given by the strange, sexy woman his old landlord… who seemed to kind of rule his life… knew?

What was happening?

“Shhhhh,” she reached out and took his hand in hers, patting in between her hands gently, “it’s okay. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s okay to just need someone to take care of you. It feels good to be taken care of, to be looked after, doesn’t it? And it doesn’t matter if you’re a big boy or a little boy, sometimes you just need a woman to make you feel nice and safe, and nice and cared for, don’t you? You just relax and stop worrying, and I can tell you what I can do for you, okay?”

It was weird, she was talking to him like a child, and like an adult she was going to make a business arrangement with, and it seemed like it was happening through her, like there were parts of her that were going on automatic, and she was just experiencing them. 

But as he stared into her eyes, her calm, placid, glassy eyes, they seemed to start to pull him in. And the warmth of her touch, and the presence of her deep cleavage started to drain the tension and confusion out of him physically and mentally.

“See,” she had a very pretty voice and a very soft touch, “this feels nice, doesn’t it? All you have to do right now is listen, and I can tell you what I’ll be able to do for you, and how I’ll be able to help you. All you’ll have to do is listen, and relax, and eventually, just do what I say. And I promise, you’ll feel so much better doing what you’re told, it’ll be so much easier for you.”

She had a soft, pleasant voice, smooth and easy to listen to, and she moved her arms to press her tits together making the valley of her cleavage narrow into soft, warm flesh. “I can tell that it’s what you really need, to not have to think about all the little choices, and maybe some of the big ones. To let your mind quiet down and not think about what to eat, or when to go to bed, to just be able to take a break, to let yourself be cared for, isn’t that right?”

She still sounded… detached, and dreamy almost, and it made her soft voice even more pacifying, like something in her own gentle, somewhat monotonous resignation to her own words, made him feel more placid and more comfortable as well.

“I can just..” she let go of his hand and took off her hoodie, leaving her there, huge breasts barely contained in her bra/shirt, showing off her lean, muscular body. “See it in your eyes, your sleepy, heavy eyes, you’re just a sleepy boy, aren’t you? A sleepy, exhausted boy who just needs to be cared for, and I know how to take care of sleepy boys.”

She adjusted her top ever so slightly, drawing more of his attention to her chest, pulling on the bottom of it and gently cupping under her breasts, “It’s perfectly natural to feel so drained, and to seek out care and comfort, and if you’re feeling comforted by me and comfortable with me, like your tired, heavy, sleepy eyes are showing me, then I know I’ll be able to take good care of you as you just let yourself go with it and do what you’re told, okay?”

He was floating on the edge of awareness, barely grasping what she was saying, but those tits were jiggling ever so softly, and there really was something about her energy, something familiar, like he’d heard these words before, or felt the way she seemed to be feeling. 

Whatever it was, it was on top of the fact she was clearly playing with her own massive breasts, and he couldn’t look away from them… he could also barely keep his eyes ope.

She adjusted the small zipper at the front of her top, unzipping it half way, making her tits spill out just a little more, and as he watched her and listened to her. Like her voice, there was something robotic about the motion, but there was also a little smile on her face and little sparkle of something in her glassy eyes.

The zipper was there just to narrow and tighten the support of the bra, or top, he didn’t know if it was one or the other, or both, and with it pulled down, he wondered how she’d managed to pull it up in the first place. 

He sat there, completely transfixed by her breasts and the sound of her voice as she said, “We all need different releases, and different forms of comfort, and there are things we all struggle with, and it’s natural to reach out to something comforting, someone what will just make everything else fade away when you’re with her, who you can trust to guide you, to help you, who you can just surrender your control to, and know that you’ll be safe and happy under their control…”

She was massaging her breasts with a slightly jerky and monotonous rhythm, and then it seemed like she forgot what she was doing and sat there silently for a moment, just squeezing her tits, staring off into nothing as that little smile grew wider. As she sat there like that, and he sat there staring, he started to feel the world come back into focus, and the absence of her voice made his mind start to clear.

Ingrid, he barely remembered her name, sat there playing with her tits like she was in some kind of trance, and then her hands started to move more vigorously and steadily again, as she seemed to vaguely notice him staring. “Some people just need to give up the control that comes from adulthood, they need to just relax their hold on their lives and let someone else do all the grown up thinking. And I can do all the grown up thinking for you since you’re just so sleepy and tired, so sleepy, so very sleepy and tired.”

Her titles jiggled and bounced as she played with them, and as she pushed them together again while his eyelids started to slutter, she said, “You’re too sleepy to think my sleepy big boy. Too tired to think at all, so you’ll just be a good boy for me and listen, and let go, and just let me guide you where you need to be.” she moaned softly and her voice trailed off for a second, “Uh-huh?”

He made his own un-huh sound as he nodded along with her and the breasts that were moving so softly in her hands, still constrained by her bra. 

“I think you’re probably getting closer to bed time, aren’t you? Especially since you’ve had such a big day, haven’t you? You’ve been so busy, and you invited me over, and now you’re just so tuckered out, aren’t you, my sleepy boy?”

He had a flimsy, flickering moment of realization.

Even though she was a couple of years younger than him, she’d become, oddly, fully, and robotically maternal, and he couldn’t deny that he was feeling very sleepy all of a sudden. He was keenly aware that he was lost in the sound of her voice, captivated by her tits, and being both nurtured and bossed around.

And he was also aware, but only for a moment, that he couldn’t do anything about it…

… and that it was all very familiar.

“But you’re a big boy, and it’s too early for sleepy time, so let’s just talk a little more, and maybe when your eyelids get too heavy, you can just close them, and drift a little, because we both know you’ll still hear everything I say,” the steady detached cadence of her voice, the warm, condescending tone, and the sight of her tits almost spilling out as she pulled the zipper down to its base was turning his foggy, dreamy mind mind into mush and his cock into stone. 

“Yes, you’ll be a good boy and remember everything I say, even as those eyes get heavier…” she pushed her tits together and he just sat there, his thought process a few steps behind his situation and lagging further as his cock got harder and his body got heavier and sleepier, “and heavier, because everything gets so heavy…” she pushed them up and together and let them fall and drop, still constrained by her bra, “when my big boy gets so sleepy. And some boys get cranky and disobey when they get sleepy, but not my big boy…”

She popped a single tit out and straddled him as he sat there, transfixed by her breast, his mind completely pacified by her lilting, dreamy yet condescending voice. “No, my big boy is always so well behaved isn’t it? Because when he’s a good boy…”

She pressed her breast to his mouth and held his head, “Suck.”

She let out a little gasp as he obeyed, “When he’s a good boy, he gets his treats. Every little boy needs to learn that lesson, and every big boy needs to be reminded. And I think I need to teach your little boy that when it obeys, it gets wonderful, special rewards.”

She sat back, moving her tit from his mouth, and pulled off her top, ‘And every big boy is secretly controlled by the little boy between his legs. And since you feel like you’ve got a nice, big little boy there, and because you’re a big boy that needs some special relief before bedtime, just like all big boys do, I’m going to teach you my rules tonight.”

She slid down between his legs, pulled out his cock, and started sucking, “Rule number one is that when Babysitter Ingrid is over, only she gets to play with you. So no touching and no releasing yourself when I’m taking care of you. If I’m in charge of you, then I’m in charge of this part of you too…”

He whimpered and she gave his cock a long sucking kiss, “Say ‘Yes Miss Ingrid’ so I know you understand.

“Yes Miss Ingrid.”  He did what he was told, and it was so easy… so much easier than thinking, and as a reward, she moved to wrap her huge tits around his hard, slicked up cock, and started to massage them, tit fucking him slowly.

“I’ll do everything to take care of you on the days you hire me. I’ll tell you what to do, and when, and I’ll put you to bed just the way big boys like you need to, and I’ll even put you down for special naps, and make sure you take good care of your room, and everything else, and all you have to do is listen and obey…”

She moaned as she said those words, “Listen and obey Miss Ingrid…”

His cock was aching and leaking, his balls were tight and his mind was mush, dripping and draining down into his cock, but he could see that her eyes were wholly glassy, and he felt her constant, predictable, roboting motions as she kept tit fucking him.

“Listen and obey Miss Ingrid,” she said the words again, “and when you obey, you get to feel good.” 

His own eyes finally closed and all he could feel was her warm tits wrapped around his cock, and all he could hear was “Listen and obey Miss Ingrid, and when you obey, you get to feel good.”

Over and over he heard the words, and at first he replied with “Yes Miss Ingrid” every time, until eventually it was hard to speak in complete sentences and he just started mumbling, and as he mumbled, his cock started to get harder, and harder, until finally he was helplessly pumping cum between her tits like a fire hose, gasping and thrusting his heavy, sleepy body until he was spent…

Ingrid was over three days a week, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. On Wednesdays she came over in the evening and made sure he was all caught up on his class work, and would settle him in and put him to bed nice and early. On Friday and Saturday she made sure he was on top of his errands and his cleaning, and would sometimes take him to fun activities, or out to dinner, or the movies, where he would, of course, pay. And sometimes she let him stay up late to just talk with her, and be with her, and listen to her stories…

He didn’t really know what they did together, only that his life was easier now that she was in it, and that made him feel safe and focused. She also explained to him why he wasn’t really allowed to have a girlfriend, because that would distract him and ruin his focus, and his life. She also explained that he couldn’t afford a girlfriend because if he could afford dates, he could afford to have her take care of him more nights.

He never knew why he didn’t argue with her, or why she was always wearing such revealing clothing, but sometimes she would sit very close to him on the couch and talk to him about how proud she was of his hard work, and how draining it all must be. And sometimes he had dreams about her, sexy dreams where she used her big tits to make him feel good, and sometimes even sneak into his room and have sex with him, but those were natural dreams to have about your babysitter.

It was funny, as he got more comfortable and confident in his life, in his studies, and in his work, it seemed like he needed Miss Ingrid more and more, and whenever Miss Ingrid was around him, he felt more childish and more desperate to please her… which was weird, because she sometimes seemed detached of slightly out of it, but when she was like that, he always seemed to kind of melt and lose those days… but that didn’t matter either, because he was being very good.

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