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New Story: Wiggle Jiggle Bounce Drop
🕑 Added 2022-01-22 07:04:20 +0000 UTCWiggle, Jiggle, Bounce, Drop
A Smuthunter Short
There was a knock at Jake’s door, followed by a bubbly, “Helloooooooo?”
“Hi… Amber?” Jake opened his door to see girlfriend’s friend Amber standing outside his door.
Amber was blonde, ditzy, slim, and so busty his girlfriend said she caused car accidents when she walked down the street. Her hair was perfectly straight, so blonde it was silver white and up in a high ponytail. She looked like she was dressed to go to the gym.
“Hi Jake, is Cecily around? She said she was going to come over here and I need her help with something.” Amber’s hands were on her hips and her thin pink hoodie was unzipped down to just below her breasts, showing off a tank top that was a different shade of pink and probably only reached her belly button due to lack of fabric. Her black tights had pink side streaks too, but her tennis shoes were white on white and looked like they’d never been worn.
“She works late tonight, you know that.” Jake said it with a laugh, but he wondered sometimes how this airhead was friends with his very smart girlfriend.
“But she doesn’t work on… wait,” her hips shifted and her head tilted, and those triple ds of hers, according to Cecily, shifted too. This was the most they’d ever been on display around Jake and it wouldn’t surprise him if his girlfriend had to tell Amber to tone it down around her boyfriend. “What day is it today?”
“Uh…” anyone could screw up a day, but the way Amber asked it didn’t seem like something that slipped her mind, or that she’d had a brain fart. “It’s Thursday.”
“Oh great!” Amber looked genuinely thrilled to hear that then walked past him into his living room, “that means I can get her help tomorrow. Unless…”
She put one pink painted nail to the corner of her mouth and titled her head slightly, “Unless maybe you could help me. It might be better to get a boy’s opinion anyway. But, I guess maybe it might be kind of weird.”
“Amber, I don’t really know you and…” Jake felt like she should be ushering his girlfriend’s bimbo bestie out of his home but…
“I have a date, and I got this new bra, and it’s plain because it’s really hard to find good fancy bras when you have big boobs like me. Like, it’s easy for Cecily to get cute bras because she’s like, regular sized…”
His girlfriend had respectable breasts, and plenty of fancy, sexy lingerie. “That doesn’t sound appropriate.”
“Please Jake,” she tilted her head the other way moved her hand to the top of one of her tits and pouted. “I don’t need to like, show it to you, I just need you opinion to make sure it really brings out my best qualities. It’ll just take a second, and it would be so nice. Cecily always talks about how nice you are.”
In hopes that it would get Amber, and her cloying, sticky sweet voice, and her giggly, reflexively flirty nonsense out of his living room, Jake shrugged. “Okay, if I say yes, what do you need help with? What do I need to do?”
“So,” Amber pulled down on the bottom of her half zipped hoodie, pulling on her tank top as well, showing even more cleavage than before. “I need to make sure this bra, like, works. Does it look good now?”
Jake didn’t really look, he didn’t have to, “Yeah.”
“Jaaaaaaaake,” she unzipped her hoodie a little more, “you really need to look. Don’t be weird, just relax, take a breath, and look at my boobs.”
She giggled as she said those words and Jake shook his head, and he was about to say something but Amber stopped him, “I’m serious Jaaaaake, I need to make sure my bra makes my boobs look good, because I really want this date to go a certain way.”
The way she switched from giggly to pouty was enough to give him whiplash, but the airbags he was staring at would probably cushion the forward snap.
“They look great Amber.” In his best, most reserved and matter of fact tone Jake said, after he did in fact take a centering breath, “You have very nice breasts Amber, they always look very nice,”
“Awwww, Jakey,” she put her hands on her hips again and thrust her chest out even more, “you like my boobs. That’s very nice of you to say, and don’t worry,” she gave him a little wink and smirk, “I won’t tell Cecily.”
Jake forced himself to take another deep breath, and as Amber pulled her partially zipped sweatshirt open a little more she giggled again, “Relax Jake, I’m teasing.”
Amber’s sticky, giggly voice got a little softer and a little sweeter as she continued, “You’re so uptight, just relax. Seriously, just take another deep breath, and relax with me. You’re being so nice right now and I really appreciate it, and it’s so important, and it’s really so nice of you, so just relax, this really isn’t weird, and relax okay.”
He felt like Amber was talking to him like he was a worked up dog, but he couldn’t deny there was something nice in the sound of her voice. Just the way she said relax felt like she was reaching out and giving him a hug. And he couldn’t deny that the sight of her pillowy breasts under that soft pink tank top and the way her deep cleavage and warm tanned skin stood out, was a strangely calming and compelling sight.
It also wasn’t that hard to just look at her boobs like she’d asked him to.
“So,” she tugged at her top again to emphasize the shape of her chest, “I have this like, test for like new bras, tops, dresses, you know, and Cecily always helps me with them. The test’s like, does it make them look good, and not like squished or anything, because a good fit’s important right? But the real test’s wiggle, jiggle, and bounce parts. Cause, you know, it’s like, does the bra support me, but also, does it like, make them look good when they move, cause you know, it’s like, a little bit of titty bouncing at the right time’s the secret to keeping a guy wrapped round my finger. So like, it’s really important the bra makes my tits wiggle, jiggle, and bounce the right way, and like look good when I do it. So I need you to tell me how they look when I…”
Amber wiggled her hips side to side just enough to make her boobs move side to side a little, “wiggle…”, raised her shoulders to make them, “jiggle…” then put her hands under them, “and” lifted her tits just little bit, “and bounce.”
The way her breasts wiggled, jiggled, and bounced, they way each motion was slightly different and made them move a different way was more fascinating than Jake wanted to admit to himself. “They all, uh…” he felt a little hot under the collar, especially after she’d hefted them, “I think…”
“Oh god, I’m such a bimbo,” Amber cupped her tits again, “I forgot one.”
She lifted and then dropped her tits, “That’s the drop. The bounce is when I do this.”
She shifted her feet to half stand on her toes, then back down a few times, which did in fact make her boobs bounce. ‘The bounce and drop are important since I don’t want a boob to escape and just pop out right. Anyway…”
Amber brushed a finger across her cleavage, “Now that you know what you’re looking for, we co do it for real, okay?”
Jake sighed, this was as inappropriate as he thought it would be, and he wanted to be done with it, but he also realized there was no point in arguing with her. She did have a strangely magnetic force of personality, and she also seemed so used to getting her way that he couldn’t figure out a polite way to shoo her away.
“Oh Jaaaaaaake,” her giggly sing-song voice interrupted his thoughts, “Don’t make that face…”
The sweet softness came back to her voice, “Just relax. Just focus on my cleavage and relax. Just stare at my boobs, watch, and just relax.”
Every time Amber said relax, the word felt like a hug for Jake’s brain, and every time she said it, she wiggled, or jiggled, or bounced, and there was something relaxing about those big, soft…
“You’re helping me, you’re being really nice and helping me.” Amber’s voice had become a breathy stage whisper encouraging him to look more closely. “You’re relaxing, finally, and it feels good. It feels good to relax with me because you like helping me, you’re very nice, you’re doing a nice thing, and you’re really helping me.”
Amber tugged at her shirt again to smooth it out, ”Now really look at my boobs, really watch my cleavage for like, how it looks, cause the cleavage is where the magic happens, that’s the secret. Just watch them wiggle…” she wiggled and her boobs followed. “Jiggle…” her chest jiggled. “Bounce…” her breasts bounced up and down, “And Jake…” she cupped and lifted her tits, “…DROP!”
Jake watched the heft of her breasts fall, bouncing, wiggling and jiggling as she let them go, but her shouting the word “drop” made him feel heavy and disoriented. He was so focused on her breasts, and so taken in by her soft, soothing, sticky sweet voice that the force and volume of the word made something misfire in his brain like the word hit him right between the eyes. His head tilted down, his shoulders slumped and…
“Look at me Jake,” Amber had taken off her hoodie and he was right, her tank top barely reached her belly button. “Look at me wiggle, look at me jiggle, look and me bounce, and…”
His mind was trying to clear itself, he was trying to shake away the fog that was clouding his thoughts. But as she spoke in that lulling, leading, sticky tone again, as her words hooked on to him, because it was so easy to listen to her sweet voice, and so hard to think, especially when she told him to look at her breasts, breasts he of course wanted to stare at no matter how much decorum would say otherwise, the misty confusion swirled around him.
He watched her wiggle, jiggle, and bounce.
He stared at her breasts, he waited for her to cup and lift her tits for the bounce, “…and I forgot to ask.” Amber’s regular cadence, her regular bubbly speaking voice returned, “How do my boobs look with my bra on and this tank top? Like, I know I only took off my sweatshirt, but like, still, how do they look?”
Amber’s top was loose, and had wide straps, and Jake couldn’t really look away from her breasts, but he saw the way they stood out from her slender figure. Her tights ended mid calf, but he couldn’t really look at her toned legs or her hips since some imperative in his mind kept bringing him back to her breasts and only her breasts.
She pulled gently at one of her straps and it showed off a little more breast, but also showed a plain, wide, pale pink bra strap.
“Hooooooow do they look Jaaaaaaaaaake?” She pouted as she stretched out the vowels, then ran her finger across the tops of her breasts, “It’s important that you like them. It’s sooooooo important that you think they look good in this bra. It’s important you keep helping me and tell me you think they look sexy. Do my big boobs look sexy in this bra?”
The sound of her voice made his mental fog swirl around, and even thought she wasn’t wiggling, jiggling, or bouncing her breasts, just the rise and fall of her deep breathing made them move in a way that compelled him to keep staring. “You’re just helping me, you’re just being sooooo nice. You want to help me Jaaaaaake, you want to tell me my boobs look big and sexy in this bra.”
His brain was at cross-purposes. Part of him wanted to just agree with her, because her voice was so soft, and overpowering, and it was hard to think. And part of him wanted to just get her out of his home because her words were so intrusive in his foggy mind and all of this was so obviously inappropriate. So, when he said, “Yes Amber, your big boobs look very sexy” he’d meant it to be dismissive.
But what came out was a soft, mollified, dreamy agreement that her boobs were very big and very sexy.
“And are they sexy when I wiggle?”
She did her wiggle and he said yes.
“And when I jiggle?”
She jiggled and he said yes.
“And when I bounce?”
Her tits bounced up and down and his eyes followed, but he was slower to say yes as the sight of them bouncing was making everything so much foggier.
“And how about when I,” she pushed them together and pressed them up then said “DROP” again with just as much force as before when she let them go.
“Jaaaaaaaaake,” her soft, sweet, sticky voice twisted around him as the fog filled his brain and made his eyes close and his body slump down. He felt like he was going to fall over for a second, or maybe just buckle at the knees, but Amber’s voice pulled him out of whatever weird, swirling darkness he was falling into.
“You can’t see my boobs, and you can’t help me if you close your eyes. Just feel how my sexy boobs are making your feel, and just relax, that’s right, relax for me and open your eyes. You’ll feel even more relaxed when your eyes open and you stare right at my boobs so you can help me and tell me how sexy they are.”
He blinked and stared at those large, tanned, big heavy tits under her soft pink top, and mumbled, “Sexy boobs” in a way that surprised himself.
“You think my boobs are very sexy, don’t you Jaaaaaaaaaake?” Amber strtched her arms over her head and then did a quick wiggle, and a slower jiggle. “You think they’re the sexiest boobs you’ve ever seen don’t you?’
He couldn’t think, he could barely stand up, and he was starting to get an erection as he stared at Amber’s incessantly wiggling and jiggling tits. “Uh huh.”
He felt dumb and slow, and he felt dethatched from himself.
“And you love helping me, so you want to really help me with this next part. And you’re so nice and you’re so sweet, and sooooo helpful, and you love my big sexy boobs so much that you’d love to tell me how they look when I wiggle, jiggle, and bounce with just my bra on.”
She wiggled, jiggled, and bounced with those words, then followed up with , “And of course DROP!”
There was no cupping or lifting, but the shift in her tone and volume hit him so hard he almost fell to his knees. When his eyes opened again as she said “Jaaaaaaaake, eyes open and even more relaxed now as you look at my boobs” he saw Amber standing in his living room with her top off.
The pale pink of the bra stood out against her tanned skin, and he saw the definition of her lithe, muscular body. The bra itself was plain and lacked any decorations or patterns and was pure utility, but that didn’t make it any less appealing, especially as it held and supported those breasts, breasts Jake saw and thought of as big sexy boobs.
“That’s right Jaaaaaaaaaake, good boy, just stare at my boobs while I wiggle, jiggle, and bounce. Just watch my boobs and tell me how sexy they are in this bra when I wiiiiiiiggle, jiiiiiiiigle, and,” Amber giggled as she started her bounce, “bounce.”
Everything was foggy and confusing, he couldn’t really respond to Amber and it felt like he was blacking in and out of reality. He stood there, drooling as she repeated “wiggle, jiggle, and bounce” over and over as he got more aroused, and became progressively more disassociated watching her as she wiggled ,jiggled, and bounced.
“You think my boobs are so sexy in this bra. You think I have the sexiest boobs you’ve ever seen. You love my bog sexy boobs. You love it when I wiggle Jake. You love to watch me jiggle. And your eyes just follow my big sexy boobs when they bounce up and down and up and down. You think my boobs are so sexy you can’t look away. You think my boobs are so sexy when you see them you can’t think about anything else. When you see my sexy boobs all you can do is stare t them, and when you stare at them you realize I make you so happy and make you feel so good that all you care about is seeing my big sexy boobs. You’ll do anything I say if you get to see my boobs wiggle, jiggle, and bounce. You’ll do anything I ask you to when you see my boobs wiggle, jiggle, and bounce.”
She stood there in front of him, speaking, wiggling, jiggling, and bouncing, and the more her boobs wiggled, jiggled, and bounced, the more blank, empty headed, and aroused he became.
“You’re so relaxed now Jaaaaaaake, and you feel so happy to help me. You’re so happy to get to see my big, sexy boobs, and you love helping me, and I want to help you too. You’re so relaxed, and loose, and you’re so comfortable with me. You’re so comfortable, but I think your pants are a little too tight for you right now. I think you’re so relaxed and you think my boobs are so sexy, that your pants are just a little too tight. You want to relax, you want to be comfortable, and you’ll just get more and more uncomfortable the more I just keep on wiggling, jiggling, and bouncing. The more I do it, the more you’ll need to just unbuckle your pants. It’s just going to happen all on its own because I’m saying it will, and you’ll just watch me wiggle, jiggle, and bounce, until its just too tight down there for your pants to stay on. You’ll just automatically drop your pants for me and my boobs won’t you jaaaake?”
His hands moved on their own in answer, and his pants fell down around his ankles, his cock sticking out from the flap in his boxers.
“Good boy Jake. Now it’s time for you to watch me wiggle… jiggle… bounce…. Bouncy bouncy bounce… and…” she cupped her tits and lifted them, “DROP!”
This time she pulled her bra up and off, so as she shouted the word at him her naked breasts dropped down out of the bra’s cups. “Drop down to the ground Jake, down flat on your back. Good boy, drop down, deeper down for my big sexy boobs, drop all the way down and listen.”
Jake’s eyes were closed and his cock was sticking straight up. His body was too heavy to move, his mind was too foggy to understand what was happening, and he had no conscious thoughts.
“You’re so helpful and so nice, and now you need to help me with the most important part, the very most important part t make sure my bra really works for my big sexy boobs, and you’re going to say yes because you love helping me. You’re going to say yes no matter what, because you can’t say no to my big sexy boobs, no matter what. You’ll help me no matter what I ask, especially because it’s going to make you feel really good. It’s going to make you feel so good, and it’s so important that you help me that I don’t even have to ask, or tell you what it is. You just want to do anything for me. Say yes. Oh please Jaaaaaaaake say yes Amber, I’ll do anything for you.”
He did what he was told, he obeyed her big sexy breasts and said what she told him to.
His words were a mumble, and as he finished saying them, he felt his cock slide into Amber’s wet, welcoming pussy as she mounted him. His eyes had been closed when she undressed, and he was still mostly dressed save for his pants being down around his ankles.
“Look at my boobs Jake. Open your eyes and look at my boobs.”
He stared up at her and her bra was still on. He was inside her, lying flat on his back, and he had no awareness of himself as a person, no sense of who Amber was consciously, and his mind was free of any thoughts of his girlfriend, or the fact Amber was supposed to be her best friend. He was just a hard cock and a blank mind that was obsessed with boobs.
“This is the most important part. I need to make sure this bra works when I wiggled… jiggle… and of course… bounce.”
Every motion was a different way of fucking herself on his cock.
“Wiggle,” was a circular motion.
“Jiggle,” involved not having him wholly inside her.
“Bounce,” was just her bouncing up and down on his cock.
She took her time going through all three over and over again. And the longer she went, the more brainless he became. His cock was drooling as much as his mouth was, and every time he closed his eyes and floated away into nothingness Amber would call him back to her breasts. He would open his eyes, stare at them, and then slowly start to falter and fade, unaware of how she was telling him not to cum yet.
He was too blank to process her asking him in her sweet demanding way, not to cum until she told him to. Since he would do anything she asked, like she kept reminding him even though his brain had completely shut down to defend his conscious mind from what was happening, his body and subconscious agreed.
So, as Amber fucked her own brains out are her best friend’s boyfriend’s cock while his mind was utterly destroyed, his balls just swelled, and ached, and precum leaked out of him for an hour.
Finally something in her voice pulled him back enough to process words.
“Jaaaaaaake, look at my boobs. It’s the most important part of the most important part.” Her ditzy sweetness, her sticky, soothing, bubbly bimbo voice was like a pussy for his brain, “It’s time to…” she cupped and lifted her tits, “CUM!”
Her bare breasts fell out again and an orgasm blasted through his body. Amber pulled for her bra and kept working his cock with her bounce, now with her big tits bouncing, jiggling, and wiggling everywhere as she made sure ever last bit of his load was drained.
Then finally, as he whimpered and moaned as his cock started to go flaccid, Amber slid off him and started gently smothering him with her tits, letting him instinctively suck and lick them as he laid on his living room floor.
“Jaaaaaaake, did you realize you never even asked me who my date was? Don’t you want t know who I’m going out with?”
Her sweet cloying tone was back to her regular speaking voice, and it shook him into startled awareness.
But her boobs gently swaying over his face made him docile and compliant, “Who’s your date?”
“You are, silly. You’re my date. I do this to everyone Cecily dates, well everyone she says is a good fuck. She thinks she’s so much smarter than everyone, and she thinks she’s so much smarter than you. She’s so totally condescending to me, and she thinks I’m just like a total airhead, so she has no idea that I hypnotize her like all the time, like I just hypnotized you. Guys like you, who like her are also so condescending and judgmental too, you totally don’t ever realize you’re getting hypnotized and then boobie-brainwashed. But it’s okay, you’re all the same, and you’ll all do whatever I tell you to since you can’t imagine me ever outsmarting or manipulating people like you.”
Jake would have argued with her.
He would have fought with her.
He would have done anything he could to try and break the hold she had on him.
But the truth was, Amber was right, and all it had taken for her to completely hypnotize and brainwash him was nothing more than a little wiggle, jiggle and bounce before her dropped under her power completely.
