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Helping Hand(ful)
A Smuthunter Story
“Hi Mr. Franklin, I know you’re busy but,” Walter Franklin looked up from his desk to see the newest intern, Sara Ishii, standing in his office, “but I thought it was really important to talk to you today.”
She had no reason to be in his office, “I don’t know what you…”
Sara, who was bilingual and spoke fluent English and Japanese, who had amazing recommendations from her university professors and previous employers, was a remarkably attractive young woman. She had rich, thick, long, brown hair, wide, large, deep brown eyes, a small, narrow, slightly upturned nose that complimented her round high cheek bones, and rounded, ever so slightly protruding chin.
Her narrow waist and cantaloupe sized breasts seemed like too much of a good thing for any one woman to have. Today it wasn’t helped by her leather pants, which were against company dress code, and a sleeveless, cream-colored button down blouse that was so tight it was also against the spirit of the company dress code. She looked a little taller than usual, so Walter rightly assumed she was wearing heels.
“You just seem so tired, and a little stressed out, and I know how to help you,” she stood there in his office with the door shut, with her hands clasped behind her back and bright smile on her face.
None of this overt presentation of her body was all that surprising since she turned out to be more than a little ditzy for a young woman of her education and qualifications… at least according to what he’d heard from her immediate supervisors during the first few days. He didn’t think that way about her to shame her or look down on her, only that she seemed to have the rare combination of being oblivious and confident in equal and overwhelming measures.
“And I know you probably don’t think I know what I’m talking about, but I really do, and I can really see how mentally exhausted and pent up you are. I mean, your eyes look so tired, it looks like your eyelids are getting so heavy right now, and it’s like you’re already at a complete and total loss for words because you’re just so worn out. I know you have so much stress, and I know that you’re really, like really, tired and you feel so exhausted now. It’s like the more I talk about it, the more you notice it, and the more you notice just how tired you are, it’s like your eyelids, your heavy, tire eyelids are fluttering and you’re trying so hard not to yawn right now Mr. Franklin, sir, but it’s okay. It’s okay to just feel it all wash over you now, I’m here to help you.”
Walt was suddenly and acuity aware of just how heavy his eyelids were, and he was also suddenly aware that his tired eyes, his suddenly tired eyes, had drifted down to Sara’s protruding, large, heaving breasts. They were rising and falling with her own deep, slow breathing, and with her hands behind her back, her bosom was thrust directly towards him and it was a very soft and welcoming sight.
He had fallen into staring at them while she spoke, and when he did realize he was blinking, his eyelids fluttering, staring at her melon sized breasts and unable to keep his eyes open, for a second, just a second he wished he could let his eyes just stay closed….
Or stay open and focused on the sight before him.
But he couldn’t do that, his eyelids were just so heavy, “That’s right sir, you’re just feeling so tired and sleepy now, it’s okay. That’s it Mr. Franklin, it’s okay, you’re just so exhausted, and you’re just getting so sleepy now, so very sleepy now. Listen to me sir, I’m here to help you.”
His eyes did close, and they stayed close for a long moment as she kept talking, and for one long second as darkness washed over him he realized he did have to yawn. It took a minor act of will to pull himself away from the darkness, then to pull himself away from Sara’s welcoming cleavage, and then when he yawned, it took more effort not to let his eyes close again, or fall back down to her large, perfect tits.
Sara was allegedly a ditz, and she was striking him as more than a bit of a scatterbrain, but strangely enough though, after the first week her supervisors and coworkers all had nothing but good things to say about her. “Sara is such a delightful and pleasant hard worker. Everything is so much better when Sara’s around. We’re really lucky to have her on the team.”
Whatever it was about her, and Mr. Franklin knew it wasn’t just the fact she was a beautiful young woman with heaving, compelling, very large and prominent breasts, she had something else to her and it had won over just about everyone else in the office. Whatever her special charms were, it seemed like it had gotten in the water, and… she was unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. Not the top most button, or the second, or third, those were already unbuttoned, and he doubted they could be closed without bursting.
“I’m here to give you a much needed helping hand, and you know it would be so nice, you know it’s so nice and so considerate of me to notice how sleepy you are, that’s right, just notice how much sleepier and sleepier you’re feeling, and remember I’m here to help you. So just sit back, and like, take a nice deep breath, I’m sure you’ve heard before that a nice calming breath just… well,” she giggled a little at her own choice of words, “calms you down. So let me help you calm dooooooown, and take a deep breath for me so I can calm you dooooooown, that’s right, down into that nice, comfy chair now, because you’re so tired and so stressed out, but the more you listen to me, the more relaxed you’re feeling, and it feels so good to listen and relax and let me help you.”
No, she was undoing the one half way down her cleavage, and her deep cleavage that was already spilling out for days. When she unfastened that button, her tits half spilled out and he found himself staring at her very large breasts in a very frilly, very pink bra.
But as tired as he was, and as relaxing and disarming as her sweet, confident voice was, Walter Franklin couldn’t let whatever was happening continue to happen. It wasn’t because he wasn’t enthralled with the sight before him, no, it was absolutely because he was completely enthralled by the show she was putting on, and by the undeniably compelling and gentle sound of her voice.
He stood up, maybe too fast and felt strangely disoriented, then he noticed it felt strange to try and move, to try and rise out of his comfortable chair in the first place. He wanted to just sit back down, to just sink back down into his warm relaxing chair, and his breathing was slowing down again, matching the rise and fall of her chest but this was… it was too important to stop her from whatever she was planning. “What are you…”
“Ssshhhh Mr. Franklin, sir, you don’t have to pretend anymore, not when you’re feeling so tired and so very sleepy now. Remember, I’m here to give you a helping hand, I’m here to help you and you know I am. That’s it sir, you know I’m only here to help you relax and unwind because you’re just soooooo tired and just soooo sleeeepy, aren’t you. So just sit back down and relax sir, you feel so much better when you just sink all the way dooooooown and just relax. Every deep breath is making your body so heavy, and your eyes are so tired, so heavy and sleepy and tired. And every time you blink, you just feel the need to sink right back down, all the way back doooooooown into that big comfy chair, don’t you?”
Walt blinked and felt his legs getting heavy, and his whole body sinking down. He blinked again and tried not to watch as the next button came undone, but as her tight blouse sprung open just a little bit more and he found himself taking a deep, but surprised breath, and his eyes blinked again, slowly and softly, he couldn’t resist just sitting back down and listening to Sara’s, confident, gentle voice.
“See isn’t that so much better, especially since you just took that nice big breath, and you didn’t even realize it.” Her voice was smooth as silk, and unflinchingly certain, like she couldn’t imagine anything she said not being true. And it was true, he’d found himself struck by her confidence and poise, and the warm, steady tone of her voice, and then despite himself he took a deep breath in when she did, watching her tits rise, and then fall, following her breath with his own as his eyelids gently fluttered shut again.
“Your eyelids really are so heavy because you’re just soooooo sleepy, so very sleepy, and you do need to rest Mr. Franklin, you need to rest, relax, and stop fighting yourself. But that’s why you need to open your eyes and just look at me, look at my breasts, it’s okay. You’ve been thinking about them since the first time you saw me, and it’s okay sir, I’m here to help you by telling you it’s okay, and that’s so nice to know. It’s such a big relief knowing you can just stare at my tits sir. After all, they’re too big for you not to think about, they’re too big for you to ignore, and ever since I started interning here, you’ve been wearing yourself out trying not to stare at them. You’re so tired, you’re more tired than you realize, and you can realize that my big, soft breasts are making you even sleepier now, they’re making you so sleepy. It’s almost like they’ve been hypnotizing you sir., and you’ve been wearing yourself out resisting their warm, sleepy, hypnotic spell…”
She slowly opened the second to last button on her blouse and pulled it open, showing off her all of her incredible, soft, hypnotic breasts being held up in her beautiful, soft pink bra. Sara stood in front of Walt for a second, her chest thrust out and her shoulders back, then she held her arms out wide to either side and started to shift her shoulders and her hips back and forth is a soft, gentle flowing motion that moved through her arms and into her neck.
Sara’s gentle, fluid belly dancing made her incredible breasts sway back and forth, and as they swayed from side to side, Walt felt his head swaying in time with her breasts.
As she slowly and delicately danced her way closer to his desk, she kept speaking. “Ever since I walked in here my breasts have been draining the last little bit of energy you have, because you’re been resting the urge to stare at them. You’ve been draining your own energy by fighting with yourself, and you feel it now, you feel so drained you are, all from my breasts. They drain your focus and they drain your will, and they confuse your mind, but you don’t have to be confused anymore, just stare at them. That’s right sir, just watch them sway back and forth, just watch me dance for you, let my dance help make everything so simple. It’s so simple and easy, and it’s so natural for you to stare at my breasts sir, staring it my hypnotic breasts is the only thing your should be doing now, and it’s already making you feel so much more relaxed.”
Sara was getting closer and closer to his desk, but slowly and smoothly, waiting for him to relax more and more and sway back and forth more and more with her before she moved closer.
“You work so hard and you do so much, and my tits are just too hypnotic and too compelling for you to resist, especially when you’re already so drained by them, and by everything else. Just let them drain you sir, let them take the rest of your energy away, it’s so much simpler this way, and so much more relaxing. Let them drain your energy, let them drain you completely, you can’t be tense or stressed out if you don’t have any energy for tension or stress., and you need to relax so badly because you’re just too tired and sleepy now, and you’re just getting sleepier and more relaxed as you keep staring at my hypnotically relaxing breasts. That’s right sir, just watch my dance, and watch my breasts sway back and forth with my body, let my dance make my breasts even more hypnotic now.”
There was still an airiness to the way she spoke, a ditzy softness that mingled with her gentle confidence and made every word she spoke sound and feel like golden warm sunlight and the absolute truth.
He was losing himself in her, and it felt wonderful.
“I know how hard it’s been since you fist saw me, and I know how hard it is for you not to stare at me sir, and I know it’s so draining, but that’s why I’m here to help you now. It’s okay, remember you don’t have to resist, in fact my tits are just too big, and beautiful and hypnotic to resist, especially when they capture your eyes, your sleepy eyes when I sway back and forth just like this. In fact, there’s just no more room for resistance now, because my boobs are too big, and too hypnotic. That’s right sir, you understand, when you see my hypnotic breasts they push resistance out of your mind, because they’re too big for you to think about them and think about resisting at the same time. There’s just no room in your tired, sleepy head when you see my breasts, my hypnotizing breasts that are just so relaxing and so draining.”
Walt felt his mind draining away, and her sweet voice tangling itself up in his words, replacing his thoughts with the warm sound of her voice and the irresistible sway of her body. He was transfixed by her chest and the swaying, beguiling motion of her dance, and her tits just grew and grew in his mind’s eye becoming the only thing he could think about, just like they were the only thing he could see.
But even as he stared with rapt attention, heavy eyes blinking as sleepiness washed over him in heavier and heavier waves, the rational, self aware side of him knew that this young woman’s behavior was absurd and all of this was both ridiculously and undeniably inappropriate. Even as his clear stream of thought about this absurdity got lost in her cleavage, Walt knew that this young woman’s behavior was completely out of line and that she couldn’t be serious.
But, when he tried to speak again, when he tried to stop the charade that was unfolding in front of him, Walt found himself silent and still as those thoughts, like his previous ones, were swallowed up in his mind by her soft breasts that pushed everything else out of his head.
It was impossible to see her breasts and think about anything else.
It was impossible to think about her breasts and have room in his head for anything else.
So instead of speaking up, he stared at her body and watched her tits bounce in her bra and her hips shift back and forth in their ever increasingly gentle hypnotic sway and smooth, entrancing gyrations. Her arms twisted in endless patterns back and forth in front of her breasts then out to her sides and up and down, until eventually her whole body moved with gentle, graceful, serpentine sway that brought her right up to his desk.
Then, as she put one black high-heeled foot on the desk and bent one leather clad leg so her knee was at the same height as her shoulder, she leaned forward and stared deep into his eyes drooping, heavy, fluttering eyes. Her elbow rested on her knee and her head rested on her hand as she stuck her tits out even further. He had made eye contact with her and stared into her deep brown eyes, eyes that were like a well he felt himself falling into, but he couldn’t keep eye contact with her. All he could do was stare at her cleavage in the pink bra, cleavage that was an even deeper and more welcoming well for him to lose himself in.
Sara rolled her abdomen slowly with her breath, and her waist continued to shift while the rest of her body was still, causing her tits to sway softly and slowly back and forth. The beautiful illusion of her stillness was as entrancing as everything else, and the more Walt felt the need to speak, the harder and harder it became for him to find his words. All he could do was keep swaying with her, all he wanted to do was stare, and forget himself, stare and lose himself in her cleavage.
“My hypnotic belly dancing is making my hypnotic breasts really put you in a warm, sleepy trance now, and you’re just so warm and sleepy and hypnotized by my breasts that you should probably just close your eyes and go to sleep for me, okay?”
This was ridiculous.
She couldn’t be hypnotizing him.
There was no way her overwhelmingly sexual and wholly inappropriate performance could… put him… in… a… tra…
“That’s it Mr. Franklin, sir,” his eyes were closing as she spoke, and he made eye contact with her for just the flicker of his eyelids, staring into her soft, deep, dark brown eyes again as she smiled and gently encouraged him down. “That’s right sir, just close your eyes for me and sleep now, sleep for me and sink down into a nice deep trance, nice and deep between my breasts, nice and deep into my cleavage, all the way dooooooown into a nice deep tit trance sir. If you let me help you go to sleep now, I’ll let you see what you really want to see when I wake you up. Just sleep, deep sleep in my tit trance. Just sleep the deeeeeep sleep of the drained, the sleep of the empty, the sleep of…”
Her voice trailed off into the dark as a deep, pulsating wave of mental release and absolute peace and pleasure washed over him. Walt floated in that deep, gentle darkness as the sound of Sara’s sweet, delicate and confident voice led him deeper down into…
“The more you see the less you think, and the less you think, the deeper you sink.” He wanted to open his eyes, he tried to open his eyes, but he harder he tried, the more stuck shut they became. ‘The more you see the less you think, and the less you think, the deeper you sink. Now open your eyes Mr. Franklin, sir, just let your eyes open and let my hypnotic tits drain away everything else that’s in the way between you and me. Just let my big hypnotic breasts fill your mind and push everything else out, because they’re too big for anything else to fit in your mind, especially resistance.”
Walt felt his eyes suddenly float open, and even through he’d been trying to open them, it felt like his eyelids moved on their own. Sara had crawled all the way on top of his desk and had taken off her blouse and her bra. Now her two, very profoundly and powerfully large breasts were right in his face, and as she sat cross-legged on his desk she started the gentle shift and sway of her body again.
Back an forth her hips, her torso, and her shoulders moved while her arms extended to either side and continued their sway, but as she continued her dance from a sitting position it looked like her head remained still. Walt felt himself starting to sway back and forth with her again, back and forth and back and forth with those hypnotizing breasts he couldn’t look away from… that he didn’t want to look away from.
Her sitting dance was a fascinating, silky smooth motion and illusion, and now there was no critical voice behind Walt’s eyes, not even one that appeared just to slip down between her tit trance over and over. There was only silence and the warm, welcoming acceptance of her beauty and her enthralling sexuality now. It was only right to let her help him relax, it was only right to let the sight of her naked breasts hypnotize all his stress and all his thoughts away. The more he saw, the less he thought, the more he saw of her hypnotizing breasts, the more relaxed, empty headed and entranced he became. It was so nice of her to help him, especially because he was so tired and it felt so good to let his conscious mind go to sleep between her breasts, down, down, down deeper and deeper into her tit trance the longer he stared.
“Some people say my tits are too big,” she stopped her dance to squeeze her tits in her hand, “they say that anything more than a handful is a waste. But you don’t think so, you know that the bigger the boobs are, the more powerful they are, and the more powerful they are, the easier it is for you to just feel their power draining away all of your stress and all of your pointless, busy, distracting thoughts. It’s just such a waste that you have to think at all when you see my breasts, even when they’re covered up. Wouldn’t it be better if you just always let these big, powerful breasts help you and drain you empty…”
She stopped squeezing them and started her soft, flowing, sitting dance again, this time with her palms pressed together over her head, “…any time you see me, no mater how much you do, or don’t see? That would be so helpful wouldn’t it? And it would just be such a waste of my boobs not to, wouldn’t it?”
Walt existed as a blank slate, and the more he stared at her swaying, heaving, hypnotizing breasts, entranced all over again by her every subtle shift and dramatic sway, the more it felt like her tits were draining anything and everything that tried to enter his mind right out of his eyes. Her tits even looked like they were getting bigger the more he stared at them, not just bigger in his mind, as they syphoned off all of his mental activity.
“And since I came to give you a helping hand, it’s so nice of me to bring more than a helping handful isn’t it? That’s just so much more help, and I’m just so helpful sir. I know you agree, and I know it feels so good to let me and my breasts hypnotically drain your mind until you’re completely empty.”
He wanted to nod, but the more he tried to move, the more frozen in warm, pleasurable paralysis he became. And when he tried to verbalize, when he tried to agree, he found that he simply didn’t know how to talk anymore. Her heaving, swaying, massive, naked tits were stealing the words from his mouth, and replacing the empty thoughts they drained away with the sound of her voice.
Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and slide to the edge of the desk, and gently stretched out a leather clad leg and caught him behind the shoulder with her heel to pull him forward. His body was rigid in his chair, but the wheels slid him closer to her, and once he was close enough, she put her hands behind his head and said, “Melt for me now.”
His body went loose at her command and he still couldn’t move, but she cradled his head to her soft breasts and said, “You need me to drain your mind, you need me to milk your thoughts out of your head with my big, soft breasts. You’re too weak to resist them, and you’re too weak to resist your own urge to stare at them. Let go of any pretense you have about me, let go of any assumptions you have about yourself, and just accept that my big tits are helping you by hypnotizing you. And when you accept that you need my breasts to entrance your conscious mind and drain your thoughts away, you can just start sucking on my nipples.”
Walt must have agreed because a nipple was pressed to his lips and he was diligently sucking, and worshiping it. His hands moved slowly, guided by her voice to start to caress her breasts and squeeze them, and the more he played with her tits, the more entranced by them his entire body became. Her soft caress of the back of his head, and the warm skin of her breasts spread out from her and over his body in powerful waves the same way her words worked their way through his mind, and the more he sucked and worshiped her breasts, the more aroused he became.
“All of your deep, pent up thoughts have to go somewhere. All of your thoughts have to get drained out of you. Just feel them all rushing down, down, dooooown between your legs. It’s natural, my tits are arousing, and it does feel so good to just worship them like this. Feel what just comes naturally, and feel your mind sliding down, into your balls, feel your thoughts just pool up in your cock now sir. It’s okay, you need to be drained, and this is how my tits drain you. This is how my tits really empty your mind. The more you worship them, the more you worship and obey them, the more they push your thoughts down into your cock, because they’re too big for you to even have any cum inside you when you think about them. When my tits fill your mind, they push out all of your cum thoughts, and it feels so good sir. It feels so right, and there’s no stopping my tits from just draining you empty now.”
Every touch of her skin, every gentle brush of her hands on his head, and every second he was in contact with her breasts made Walt feel like his cock was smothered in her cleavage. And before long, without another word from Sara, he felt her tits draining his balls the same way they drained his mind.
He moaned and buckled under the sudden physical release, but he couldn’t stop worshipping her tits. If anything, as her tits drained his balls as empty as his mind, he needed even more. He was empty, he was so empty, and she filled him up with her voice, her will, and her breasts and it pushed against something Walt felt in his core. It was some deep reservoir of self, and as he found it as Sara’s breasted pushed him deeper into the depths of his body and mind while Sara started to gently speak. All he could do was keep worshiping and sucking on her tits as his cock started to throb to life again.
“Good boy Mr. Franklin, you need to be drained so badly, and there’s always more you need drained away. Give in to your natural need, and don’t waste my big breasts and their soothing, hypnotic help just emptying you of everything you keep pent up inside. They’re more than a helping handful, they’re more than helping you, they’re making you undeniably ready and able to be drained again, and even more completely this time. Their amazing size isn’t wasted on you, their hypnotic shape and size are compelling you to do things only I can make you do, and the more I make you do, the more relaxed and happy you are.”
The blank slate that was Walt just followed and felt the powerful truth of her words as they lined up with the deep, powerful sensations in his body and mind. He didn’t know just how little he heard or registered Sara’s endless hypnotic voice, because her words were replacing his thoughts.
Walt Franklin’s mind was Sara’s voice and his thoughts were her will now, just as she said. He needed to hold one of her breasts in both hands, to feel just how much more than a handful her tits were, how overwhelmingly hypnotic and entrancing they were. He thought, as her voice commanded, he needed to feel how amazingly powerful and helpful her breasts were, and to not waste their power to finally fully drain away anything and everything that filled his waking mind.
As he cupped her breast with both hands and slowly sucked her nipple, a tidal wave of relief and pleasure washed over him from head to toe and again his cock started to spurt in his pants. This time the orgasm was long and slow, and persistent, and it felt like her tits were milking him slowly. His spurting, draining, orgasm pulled everything out of himself.
He was less than nothing, less than empty, and less than blank as Sara gently pushed him back into his chair and stood up. She walked around behind him after wiping the saliva off her tits, and cradled his head to her breasts as he floated in a fugue that was neither waking not sleeping.
“Hi Mr. Franklin sir, I think you’re probably really tired today, aren’t you?”
Walt’s day had been great. He was high energy, everything just seemed so much easier than he remembered his job being, and life just seemed better. But as soon as Sara Ishii walked into his office with her short shorts and her bright pink halter-top, everything felt fuzzy and he suddenly got very tired.
Her big tits filled out her halter and while Walt knew he shouldn’t ogle his employees, let alone his interns, something about staring at her breasts just felt…
“That’s right sir, you’re so tired, and you feel so pent up, so why don’t you just…”
She pulled down her halter and revealed her big, bare breasts, and as soon as she did, Walt felt his cock stiffen and start to leak out a long, agonizing, and all consuming orgasm. But more than the physical pleasure, his mental release and the all-consuming relief that flooded through him carried everything out of him through his cock until he was an empty shell sitting in a sticky mess in his chair.
Sara walked over to and gently pulled his head to her breasts again, “That’s it Mr. Franklin, that’s it sir. You’re going to do this for me every time I show you these beautiful breasts, and every time you do, you just get more deeply hypnotized and programmed by me, because it’s better when you don’t think. It’s better when I take all the stress away, and drain you. It doesn’t matter how much you give up and how much you surrender, because you need to be drained from head to toe and from the inside out. It doesn’t matter how much you surrender because there’s always more you can find in yourself to turn over to me, and to have my tits drain out of you. And since you’re feeling nice and empty now, I’m going to give you another little dance until you’re ready to have an even deeper drain so I can take more of those deeper things you have buried inside.”
Walt sat in his chair with his eyes open, but with nobody home, and he watched Sara’s belly dance again, this time just leaking out everything in his body, mind, and soul until eventually he could explode again, and then again. His mind swayed with her, but his body was still, paralyzed in hypnotized sleep, completely caught in her tit trance.
“Now remember Mr. Franklin, when you see me at work and I’m not talking to you, when you see my tits, you’ll just think about how much of a big help I am to you and how you need my helping hand, more than a handful of help really, to manage your life, your position here, and to make you fee good. You’re going to make sure your company takes good care of me too, especially because you really need my help, don’t you?”
His answer was a deep, powerful orgasm that sent him spiraling into the deepest darkness of hypnotized sleep, even while his eyes stayed open and entranced by her swaying breasts and her enthralling dance.
The next day, when he saw Sara dressed in a very long skirt and a very thick turtleneck all he could do was think about how important she was, and how much she helped. When she smiled at him from across another office, he felt like she was the most important person in his life, and later, when she revealed that she wasn’t wearing anything under her sweater, his mind went blank again.
And the best part was, everyone loved Sara and understood why the dress code and the rules didn’t apply to her.
Everyone knew she was the most important person in the office, but no one knew how or why. And even though only Walt had gotten to see her naked breasts or touch her, everyone else was still completely under her, soft, gentle, hypnotic spell, and the more time they spent talking to her, the easier it was to just let her take all their thoughts away and tell them what to do.
