The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jason had been in a haze while Shirley had explained the actual mechanics of his new position. He stood at the counter he’d passed on his way in, a dreamy smile permanently etched into his face. Shirley had been patient, gone slow and handed him papers as she spoke. He had scrawled a messy signature on three or four documents and then been handed a pouch filled with pill bottles. Shirley had explained that they were all boosters, hormones and vitamins used to make him more virile, to help his sex drive keep up with the position. Some were experimental and he was waiving his right to sue over side-effects. Jason had just nodded along, his mind floating in bliss.

Shirley had explained that he had responsibilities he had to fulfil if he was going to continue working at the centre. He had to take all his medicines. He needed to keep a specific diet. He needed to be discreet and not tell anyone what he did for a living. He could not have sexual partners from outside the centre. Jason had almost laughed out loud at that last one. Why would he ever fuck anyone else? He understood, on some level, that he was to be shared by all the goblin maidens at the centre. And if that was what Ginny and Prissy wanted, he’d be a good boy, of course. But realistically, he knew if Ginny whispered that hot, breathy whisper of hers right into his ears and asked him to fuck her and only her forever, he’d do it. He’d beg for it. He’d be ecstatic and proud she wanted him, forever. If Prissy waggled her perfect green peach of an ass at him and whistled, he’d have followed her into Hell itself. Eyes glued to her rolling hips every step of the way.

Things were less foggy once he was back home in his apartment. His mind was coming back into focus. He was hungry, which was something he had just… failed to notice for the last couple hours. He laid out the meds that needed to be taken with food and started to put together a sandwich of peanut butter on white bread, which was all he had to work with in a barren kitchen. He’d been broke for awhile, but as soon as his first check cleared he was going to have to step up his food budget. Shirley had listed a lot of specific items. Lots of vegetables, a lot of really hot spices and specific grain breads. Also, a ton of pineapple for some reason. The logistics of grocery shopping and budgeting pulled him back into the real world for a few minutes but then, as he sat there eating his crappy sandwich, he just…drifted.

Peanut butter was boring. What he wanted to taste was Prissy’s perfect lips again. The bread was soft, but Ginny’s ass was softer. God, what was he doing in this shitty-ass apartment, worrying about literally anything? He should be with his goblins, fucking them. Right now. Listening to them serenade him with moans and coos made up entirely of intoxicating commands. Orders to fuck harder, to watch their tits bounce, to squeeze more of their endless acres of wonderful green flesh in his hands. To give in, more and more, over and over again. To be their good boy.

And then, just as suddenly, he was alert again, shaken from his sudden onset daydream. He’d finished his sandwich and meds while lost in a visceral fantasy.

“Holy shit,” Jason thought, “I’m actually fucking addicted, already. Mind-controlled.”

That should’ve been scary, right? Jason tried to muster up some kind of negative emotional response. Fear would be good. Anger, even. I mean, he was a grown man, right? He was supposed to make decisions for himself. Self-determination being taken from him should’ve been bad. Should’ve felt like a loss, of some kind.

But it didn’t. Jason didn’t feel robbed, or cheated. He felt changed. On a fundamental level, he was different. He was a goblin-fucker now. Whatever decision led to more goblin pussy was the right decision. If that meant letting clever little green sluts tell him what to do every minute of every day, so be it. That just made logical sense. No matter how much Jason turned it over in his mind, he knew that it made perfect sense.

And there were other benefits, too. Before, even thinking of Clarice would cause a deep well of shame and embarrassment to rise up out of Jason’s chest. Now, that seemed absurd. Clarice seemed so inadequate now, in every respect. Certainly, when it came to sex she couldn’t compete. Her regal and rail thin build seemed now entirely sexless to Jason in comparison to bountiful goblins curves. More importantly, Jason now saw her casual cruelty and childish bullying for what they were; Not trials he had endured for the sake of their relationship, but a pale imitation of what he was actually seeking. Jason lived to serve and be owned. To be controlled and manipulated. Jason had shed many tears when they’d finally broken up and for what? His goblins didn’t need petty cruelty and name calling to dominate him. They did so effortlessly, through their impossible beauty and bottomless lust. Jason had always done what Clarice had wanted for fear of retribution. Jason would joyfully obey his goblin mistresses, because their happiness made his cock twitch with perfect pleasure. Jason had once cried at no longer being a kicked dog, when now he would live the life of a beloved and pampered pet.

And pamper him they would. They were so grateful. That was the other benefit. After years of drifting, from dead end job to dead end job. No purpose. No drive. No ambition. Jason was someone who had seamlessly transitioned from an adolescent period of waiting for his life to truly begin, into an adult existence of waiting for his life to finally be over, never once having done anything of impact in between. Now, he had a calling. A reason to be. He was saving a race. He was a hero. A lifeline. One ensuring that his wonderful goblin girls would not suffer and die out from prejudice. They’d smile at him every day, gasp and moan their endless thanks between powerful thrusts into wet goblin cunts. Ginny would treat him like a prized stallion, riding him hard every night. He’d pull out only to sometimes fire a load into Prissy’s waiting throat, while she hummed in approval and sent a tingling vibration through the base of his cock.

Shit. He’d gotten lost in it, again. No matter what he did, where he tried to push his thoughts, they circled back to visions of goblin-fucking, like water pulled down a drain. Dully, he realised it was probably at least partially because he reeked of goblin sex. He kept catching whiffs of it all over himself, setting off another pleasant vision. An ice cold shower would at least let him function enough to get ready for bed. He had a big day tomorrow.

The next day, before Jason arrived at the centre, there was an important meeting taking place. The common Goblin area, marked G-00, was a large, dark room. If it had had music playing the best comparison might have been the lounge area of a brothel. Numerous couches and chaises were strewn about, and the room was heavily perfumed and quite warm. A glass bar covered one entire wall and the only lights were coloured mood lamps. The dim lighting was perfect for goblins, given their subterranean roots but otherwise they preferred modern comforts in their soft, warm, ‘lairs’. At this moment, every goblin in the centre was there, lazing about on the furniture or leaning against the tables or the bar. They were all listening to Shirley, who was explaining the procedures regarding the new “stud”. Their eyes glowed with excitement and they listened with rapt attention. A few were openly pawing at their tits or licking their lips, their libidos already revving up. For the moment none were openly masturbating, but Shirley wasn’t sure that would be the case for much longer, so she was trying to hurry along to the point.

“So yes, we’re all very excited that Jason will be working with us. He’s a perfect genetic match for optimal breeding and Ginny and Prissy have confirmed a good fit with regards to ah, demeanour. They also confirmed he’s physically fit enough, and then some.” Ginny and Prissy did absolutely nothing to hide their smug smirks, basking in the twenty or so jealous looks they were now receiving.

“He’ll be arriving shortly and I have him scheduled for two three-hour appointments, per day, with no more than three goblins at a time.” A few cries of protest broke out but Shirley turned stern at the drop of a hat. “That’s how it is, you sluts, and you better not try to cheat. This boy is the first real candidate we’ve had in months and you aren’t going to wear him down to the broken pelvis because you’re all too horny to restrain yourselves. You’ll wait your turn or…” Shirley let the pause hang, making sure every goblin was listening carefully, “you’ll skip your turn and you can try again on his next time through the roster.”

Shirley deemed their horrified looks and stunned silence an appropriate response and prepared to shift back into a more friendly tone. Then, a sultry voice broke the silence.

“You can try to stick to the schedule, Shirley hon, but what about when you have to pry the poor stud out of us with a crowbar? What happens when he wants to stay overnight and play with us ‘off the books?’ All we have to do is tell him he wants to. Silly boys and their cocks never get enough, you know that. He’s not an ‘employee’, he’s a toy. Really, he’s our slave. We should use him as we like, that’s how it’s done.”

The speaking goblin was, of course, an absolute bombshell. Flowing, wavy dark red locks hung down well past her round, firm ass. Gold, glittery eyeliner surrounded her glowing amber eyes causing an endless refractive effect. Her ruby red lips were in a tremendous pout. Her sparkling silver, strapless dress was somewhere between club wear and a streetwalker. It had pressed her massive breasts tight against her chest, creating many, many inches of glorious cleavage. Its hem didn’t quite reach half way down her thigh, an effect emphasised by her three-inch black stiletto heels. In the face of such a gorgeous creature, Jason would’ve already been on his knees, agreeing with every word she said. Shirley, on the other hand, was just frowning in disapproval. But it was Ginny, stepping out from behind Shirley, who spoke first.

“Mona, you stupid braindead slut. That kind of thinking is why we’re almost all gone! The centre doesn’t want us to die out, but the government isn’t going to let us brainwash any guy who glances too long at our tits! They’ll let us go extinct first! We got super lucky with Jason. What are the odds he walks through the door ’cause of one shitty newspaper ad, to our one measly breeding centre? He’s a total hunk and a complete sub. He can fuck every one of us pregnant. I swear, even a human woman could’ve wrapped him around her finger with a half-hearted fuck and stern talking to. He’ll love what we do to him, he would’ve loved it without ever fucking any of us. If we treat him right? If we show we can be nice and let our guys be people, instead of walking sex toys? Then the centre will be a success. With that comes more funding, more ads, wider reach. There are probably thousands of Jasons out there. Guys who we don’t have to “hunt” like prey, don’t have to trick into getting hooked. Who will line up to fuck us, voluntarily, knowing exactly what it means. We won’t just survive as a species, we’ll be accepted by society! We’ll thrive! We’ll have all the cock we could ever want!”

Mona looked cross but didn’t get a chance to respond. A massive chanting cheer went up amongst all the other goblins. “COCK! COCK! COCK!”

Shirley wasn’t sure, but she figured that if the centre succeeded, if goblins were truly pulled back to proper population levels, then she had probably just witnessed a real pivotal moment in history. Something close to the goblin version of the Gettysburg Address. She smiled at the thought. Then, it was back to business. The girls were worked up but she knew how to get their attention back fast.

“Ok, green-skins, let’s draw lots and find out who goes first.”

Jason wasn’t nervous, exactly, when he pulled into the centre but he was feeling twitchy. It wasn’t hard to figure out why. He was an addict and he was about to get his fix. It made it hard to focus. Walking up to Shirley’s counter and ringing the bell he was practically vibrating with excitement. How many beautiful goblin girls would he get to fuck today? Would they all be as wonderful as Prissy and Ginny? How long til he could see Prissy and Ginny again?

Thankfully, Shirley seemed extremely patient and understanding with his eagerness. She explained he’d be kept to a daily schedule during the first phase; Three hours in the morning with two or sometimes three goblin girls. This to be followed by ninety minutes away from the girls for rest, hydration, medicines and food. To be further followed by a three hour afternoon bout with some more voracious green vixens. At that pace, he’d fuck his way through all the girls in about a week. Successfully impregnated goblins would be dropped from the next rotation, but goblin pregnancies were very accelerated, taking a little less than a month overall. By the end of first phase, in 4 weeks or so, Shirley figured he’d be down to one on one appointments on an endless rotation and their maternity ward would be in constant use.

Jason was practically hopping down the hall to his first appointment. A smirking Shirley stopped him in front of a room marked “G-9”.

“Ok, starting you off light, we have another two goblin beauties for you this morning, you lucky boy. These girls requested G-9 for some of the equipment—”

Jason barely heard her and he shot past and pounced into the room. He didn’t even have enough presence of mind to be embarrassed by his rudeness. He heard Shirley laugh good-naturedly as she closed the door behind him. The room wasn’t all that different from where he’d seen Ginny and Prissy, the same four poster bed sat empty in the back, but along the walls were all sorts of bondage gear. Straps, chains, paddles lined the walls in carefully arranged patterns. Jason wasn’t looking at any of that, though.There was only one thing Jason was interested in. Directly in front of him was a goblin. A goblin with the largest breasts he’d ever seen.

They were simply enormous. Cartoonishly, impractically large. Nevermind bigger than her head, they were twice the size of Jason’s head. Huge swinging watermelons. The goblin in question had long dark hair, done up in a tremendously high ponytail. She was bent over a high wooden bench that looked like a cross between a pummel and stockade, with her wrists tied down to its legs, her green ass up in the air for all the see. She tried to crane her head to look up at him as he entered. Her big, dark eyes were watery and nervous. She was completely naked. Her massive tits hung free, pulled down by gravity to create the illusion they were even larger. Jason thought she had to be 40% boob, by volume. The image was so spellbinding, that Jason didn’t immediately notice the second goblin until she walked up and offered a hand in introduction.

“Hiiii Stud, admiring my handiwork?”

Jason eventually pulled his eyes away from the bound goblin and her exceptional chest and looked down at the shortstack offering a handshake. For Jason, it continued to be amazing how every goblin was so incredibly beautiful and this newest acquaintance was no exception. Her swooping blonde undercut showed off a pair of dangling sapphire earrings nicely and framed a feline, almost predatory face. Her lips were painted a bright blue, pulled into that knowing, clever smile goblins all goblins apparently had. It was an expression that Jason was quickly beginning to find as sexy as a sizzling strip tease. Her beautiful green eyes, a darker shade than her viridian skin, were truly lit up, looking almost as excited as Jason felt. Her body was, while not comparing in cup size to her bound companion, a marvel of voluptuousness. Firm tits sat high and proud on her slender frame, above a waist sucked into the point where he was certain he could fit it in one hand’s grasp. She was topless, her tiny black nipples hard and on proud display. Her perfect round butt was devouring the only clothing she had bothered to wear, a tight baby blue pair of vinyl booty shorts.

Jason eventually pulled his brain out of his dick long enough to shake hands. “I suppose I am, though I’m surprised to find a goblin girl being tied up. I was led to believe you’re all uh…tops.”

“I’ll explain that in a minute cutie,” the golden-haired goblin chirped. Her voice was a bright, perky thing that made Jason think of nothing so much as a high school cheerleader. “First, introductions! Hi! I’m Cassie. I’m a total slut for big cocked studs, like yourself. I enjoy dancing, fucking and short walks across the bedroom floor, to get to more fucking.” She laughed at her own little joke and Jason found himself laughing along. Her smile made him inordinately happy, joy welling up in his chest like a balloon and spreading like warmth to his every toe and fingertip. And the absolutely sinful things she was actually saying had him rock fucking hard in his pants. He could see she wanted him to play along, so of course that was all he wanted to do too.

“Hi Cassie. I’m Jason. I’m a newly minted professional goblin stud. I like whatever hot goblin babes tell me to like, as long as they dick hard enough while they do it.” Cassie beamed at him, reached out and promptly began stroking his cock, right through his pants.

“Nice to meet you, Jason. And let me introduce my very good friend, Maddy. Maddy, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, has the biggest fucking slut udders in the entire world. She’s the Titty-Queen of the goblin girls, no else even comes close. Say hello, Maddy!”

Maddy didn’t try to lift her head again to look at Jason, but her soft, demure voice just managed to carry out from under her own chin.

“H-hi, Jason.”

You’ll have to forgive Maddy,” Cassie continued, as her clever fingers proceeded in stripping Jason down, freeing his towering erection to the open air, “the poor dear is a bit nervous and had to ask me for help -Step out of your pants baby, that’s a good boy- See, she has this problem. She really, really, really wants some well-hung stud to stuff her full of cum and get her pregnant.”

Jason was already feeling the high of his addiction being sated as Cassie continued to stroke his cock. Her other hand was already kneading his balls and it was all he could do to stay focused on what she was saying.

“Doesn’t…hnngh…doesn’t sound like a problem to me. Isn’t that why we’re here?”

“Exactly!” laughed Cassie, “Except, you see, Maddy has a fetish. She’s just as obsessed with her own big titties as all the poor boys are! She cums from getting titty-fucked, the stupid bimbo. Guys always want to stick it between her tits and once they do, she never lets them out!” Cassie began leading him over to Maddy by the dick, as she continued to outline the ‘problem’. “Over and over again they go, cumming right between her massive, perfect boobies. The boys are so boob-drunk they just keep thrusting, and Maddy is such a stupid udder-slut, addled by her titty-fucking induced orgasms, that she always forgets to get a load in her cunt!”

Jason had no idea if Maddy cumming from a cock between her tits was possible, but fuck if he didn’t want to find out. He almost whined when Cassie relented in her handjob and knelt down beside Maddy’s wobbling boobs, but he stifled it. He hadn’t been told to do anything, yet. He could be good.

“So I, wonderful friend that I am,” said Cassie, “agreed to help Maddy get her tits fucked without getting…distracted.” Cassie reached over and squeezed the massive hanging breasts together into a perfect vertical line of endless cleavage. Her areolas alone were the size of Cassie’s tiny fists. Maddy let out a low, shuddering moan. Cassie used her grasp on the knockers to softly swing them back and forth, taunting Jason to the point where he was sweating. “Here’s your first fuckhole of the day, stud. Soft green titty heaven! Go to it!”

Direct orders given, Jason wasted no time. He immediately rested his hands on Maddy’s shoulders and began thrusting as hard as he could between the huge breasts. It would have felt wonderful in any case, he was sure, but the tightness provided by Cassie’s impressive boob-wrangling had him moaning instantly. Between precum from Cassie’s handjob and Maddy’s own sweat, it was a plenty moist crevice, and getting wetter all the time. Maddy’s eyes were rolled back in her head and her throaty moans increased in frequency and volume until even the wet slapping of Jason’s hips into tit flesh was drowned out by it. Marshmallowy pressure assaulted his dick from all sides. Cassie’s smile turned wicked and the airy bimbo voice took on a sharp edge of condescension.

“That’s it baby, fuck her tits. Look at the slutty girl, she absolutely loves it. Don’t you, bimbo? Do you love it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Now now, slut. I know you’re only good for your tits and not your thinky-bits but try to at least use real words. You can’t just moo like a cow in heat, no matter how much you look like one. Do you love it? Tell me how much, or Jason stops.”

Maddy started babbling, her voice gathering a rising urgency, building to a beautiful crescendo that was like music to Jason’s ears.

“Y-yes. Yes, oh fuck oh yes. Yes I love it. I love my tits being fucked. I loved being used. I’m such a dumb slut. Fuck my tits! It’s all I’m good for. Fuck the dumb slut’s tits. FUCK MY TITS!”

It wasn’t goblin cunt, but it was still too good to last long. After a few more minutes of thrusting, Maddy squealed, a higher pitch than she’d used to that point, and had an obvious, shuddering orgasm. Her body rocked against the restraints but they held firm. Maddy seemed pretty fucking out of it, her eyes blurry and unfocused, with a thin line of drool falling slowly down on to her tits. Jason was moments from a roaring orgasm of his own when Cassie forced him out from between udders and dove her own face down onto his cock. He was lodged deep in her throat as he came and she swallowed eagerly, every drop. Goblins didn’t gag. She popped off his cock with a satisfied sigh.

“Ahhh. MmMmMmmm. So yummy, baby. Couldn’t let a delicious load like that get wasted on some bimbo’s rack. Not when I could be sucking the cum right out of you, like a good gobbo should.”

Cassie was already standing up and turning around. Jason was still rock hard. All Cassie had to do was wiggle her hips, and his eyes snapped to her firm, bouncy ass immediately. She was bending over deep at the waist, and absolutely peeling down those tight shorts. It was a slow, deliberate motion designed to stoke Jason’s lust. He tried to be good and just watch the show. Those shorts didn’t appear to want to leave her ass anymore than Jason would’ve wanted to. The moment her pussy became visible though, Jason lost the ability to focus on absolutely anything else. Everything but Cassie’s perfect slit fell out of focus and he was hearing her speak just enough to wait for permission to do the one thing he lived for.

“Ok! I was a good friend. Maddy got her boobgasm without losing control. You can dump a load in her cunt and make sure she’s knocked up later. I’m done being a good friend for now. Now, I want to be a good little slut.” She was staring back at him over her shoulder, one hand on her knees as they pressed together, the other held up to her mouth to blow Jason a kiss. Her ass was swaying like a hypnotist’s watch the whole time. Her voice took a sharper edge again but Jason didn’t mind at all. He soaked in her mocking tone like a sponge . “Can you do that for me, baby? Can you fuck this slutty goblin? Fuck her so good, you tame her into a good little piece of ass who always begs for more hard cock?”

“Fuck, yes.” shuddered Jason.

“Say it properly, say, ‘Yes, Cassie, whatever you want.’”

“Yes, Cassie, whatever you want.”

“Say, ‘Your pussy makes me a good, obedient boy.’” It was difficult for Jason to repeat that, because he was fighting off the desire to moan right in the middle, but he fought it down. Had to be good.

“Your pussy makes me a good, obedient boy, Cassie. Nothing else matters more than obeying your perfect pussy.”

“Oooh, good boy throwing in a little extra, you silver-tongued stud. Goddess, I could watch you stare at my ass with that dumb look on your face forever. Mmmm, just knowing I have you under my spell. Knowing that I control your cock, so I get to control you, gets me So. Fucking. Hot. There’s only one thing I want more. C’mon, you hulking fuckmeat. Get over and fuck me like you mean it.”

As though spring-loaded, Jason catapulted into Cassie’s perfect derriere at full speed, his cock immediately piercing her cunt with a strangled cry. It was equal parts relief and exultation. This was everything Jason had ever wanted to be, his whole purpose in life fulfilled again in another glorious moment of perfection. Every thrust made him more the person he wanted to be, a willing, devoted servant of his flawless goblin mistresses. He pounded a prone Cassie into the floor, his whole weight on her back. She barely had the strength to keep her ass up, but out of pure instinct she did so, careful to keep his cock as deep and hilted as possible at the apex of every thrust. Even in the throes of lust, even nearly powerless under the might of her chosen lover, a goblin was a predatory seductionist. Every time a goblin fucked, it was a work of art. Jason was reveling in it, in her. Her ass bouncing back to meet his every desperate thrust. Her tits flattened to the floor beneath her. Her mouth hanging open in a perpetual moan.

Maddy had recovered from her breast-fueled orgasm and was staring longingly at the scene barely two feet in front of her. Cassie getting railed by a cock that moments ago had been bringing her needy cunt to a massive, earth-shattering cum. Albeit, detoured through her absurd chest. She pulled again on the restraints, but knew it was pointless. Cassie has bound her tight enough to hurt, just a little. She tried to stay quiet and remind herself she’d get another turn soon. But it looked so hot. Cassie looked so joyful, so victorious. Jason looked so mindless, so devoted. She bit down on her lip, trying to stay quiet. It wasn’t enough. Only a tiny mewling whine of jealousy escaped Maddy’s lips, but Cassie’s grin, her head snapping to meet Maddy’s eyes, meant it had definitely been heard.

“Aw, are you jealous, Maddy? Did you give up this…Mmm…This perfect…fucking PERFECT…ah, ah…did you give up this perfect, wonderful cock too soon? Did you? Did you have to because you’re a stupid, titty-cow, bimbo whore? Oh Goood, fuck yes. Too wrapped up in cumming to your own tits to get what you really need? Huh? Is that it?”

Maddy just nodded silently, looking as though she might cry. Cassie stopped her taunting for a moment to really savour getting fucked. Jason had placed his hands over her neck and was hammering away for all he was worth. If he could hear what Cassie was saying, it was only to scan for commands. He didn’t seem to be paying Maddy any attention at all.

“Say it, slut. Hnngh. Say it loud enough that Jason can hear exactly what you are.”

Maddy shook her head, hard enough to get her tits swinging, a tinge of dark green blush coming to her cheeks.

“Say it, or I won’t give you a turn. Fuck yeah stud, right there, you perfect goddamn stallion. Say it, Maddy, or I’ll keep him right in my cunt where he belongs all fucking morning.”

Maddy swallowed hard, but the ultimate trump card has been played. She stared longingly at Jason’s cock, sawing in and out of Cassie soaking pussy, leaving a puddle on the floor. There was nowhere else to look, nothing else to hear, to smell. Her mind and senses were overrun. Her whole world was the sexual tableau of Cassie getting well and truly fucked, right in front of her.

“I’m a…I’m a stupid titty-bimbo. My brains are, like, all in my tits and stuff. I’m so stupid I forget to fuck studs. I just keep trying to get my boobs pregnant, like a dumb slut.”

“Louder bitch, he has to hear you over the wet slaps of my cunt on his dick! Louder and fucking dumber, so everyone know what you are!”

“I’m, like, a total dummy titslut!!! My whole life is like, just a pedastal for my fucking tits to sit on! Real goblin girls are like, super smart and control guys, but I can’t do that! If a guy is fucking my tits, he owns me because my tits say so! My tits are smarter than me and they want all the cock! My tits want all the cock, all the time and I’m so fucking stupid I just do whatever my tits say! I’m a DUMB TITTY SLUT!!!”

Cassie took that moment to let out a triumphant scream and cum all over Jason’s cock. That sent a teetering Jason well over the edge and he came hard, so hard his vision started to get blurry. But Cassie never said stop, so Jason didn’t break pace for an instant.

When Jason came out of his fuck fugue, he was enveloped in softness on all sides. He’d made it to the bed at some point and as he awoke he was greeted by Maddy tittyfucking his cock for all she was worth. Her tiny arms looked so fragile as they pumped what had to be ten pounds of tits up and down his shaft. There was no part of his cock visible under an ocean of boobflesh. He couldn’t really move, even if he had wanted to. Cassie was asleep, clinging to his right arm, a full three of his fingers still up her pussy. He didn’t want to wake her, but staying quiet proved difficult as his climax approached. His cock burst a heavy spray of hot cum all over Maddy’s face and tits. She moaned in ecstasy and hurriedly tried to get as much of his juice in her mouth as she could, scooping it off the impressive cliff of her bust. She let out a sigh of relaxed pleasure and rolled over to her side by Jason’s legs.

“Um, wow, you are really good at that, Maddy. Did you get to cum from that this time?” Jason asked quietly, still not wanting to disturb Cassie. Maddy laughed and Jason was struck by how calm and confident it sounded. She’d been a meek and timid little thing earlier, hadn’t she? When had she been untied? He couldn’t recall, but he definitely knew at one point she’d ridden him, because the image of her bouncing breasts was seared into his mind.

“I don’t really cum from having my boobs fucked, you dork.” laughed Maddy, “I mean, I do love titty-fucking. I couldn’t help giving you another one for the road while you slept. You and your big, beautiful dick. But no, my actual fetish is humiliation. Specifically, I love to pretend to be a worthless, tits-for-brains bimbo. I love to get called names and treated like a cocksleeve. But don’t worry, it never actually gets in the way of my getting fucked properly.” She held a hand over her pubic mound and moaned. She wiggled in a way that had Jason locked on her massive wobbling breasts again for another few seconds. “You fucked me SO properly. I almost hope I’m not pregnant so we get to go again sooner.”

“Wait, so you were just pretending to be all sad and shy and…”

“And Cassie isn’t actually a massive bitch, she was just giving me what I needed to get off harder. She’s a sweetheart, and played her role to perfection. Even though she would’ve really rather just shared you from the start. I know she would’ve loved to mount your cock while I smothered your head in boob.”

That image made it hard for Jason to think about anything else, but he tried gamely anyway.

“Wow, I had no idea. I guess I can’t pretend I’m thrown off by the bimbo thing. It was really fucking hot.”

“Isn’t it? I have a lot of fun getting into character.” She put on an outrageous pout and an extremely exaggerated bimbo voice , “Like, thinking is totally lame, stud. I just wanna be a toy for all the boys to play with!”

“Still, that’s pretty elaborate roleplay, uh for our first time? And I wasn’t in on it. Did I… did you enjoy it?” Jason wasn’t sure what he was asking, exactly, but he knew what he needed to hear.

Maddy dropped the ditzy mask, and replaced it with a warm smile. She crawled up to his face, dragging her massive tits across him the entire time. She kissed him, almost chastely, on the lips.

“You better get used to it, stud. Some of us gobbos have been without a man for a long time. We’ve built up all kinds of games and fantasies. Now the dam’s gonna burst. But to answer your question: Yes, you were a very good boy.”

Jason couldn’t help it, couldn’t hide it, he simply glowed in the praise. He felt complete in a way he’d been missing his entire life. Maddy noticed and snuggled him, purring opposite a gently snoring Cassie. Jason thought she could have titty-fucked his arm, with those massive breasts. He was buried in green flesh, again. The experience was not getting old.

“I’m pretty tired. The girls,” she pointed, needlessly, to her boobs. As though she could mean anything else, “make it pretty hard for me to get around most days. Goblin bodies are built for carrying curves and I still need a special bra. Next time we’re scheduled I’ll probably just being lying down when you come in, and I’ll order you to call me a stupid bimbo, smack my tits and fuck me until I pass out. But I wanted to make our first time special.”

Jason grinned. “It was definitely special. It was incredible, Maddy.”

“We have a couple more minutes til shift ends. Let’s just lie here, baby. Enjoy the closeness. Be in each other’s arms. Mmm, it’s not fair, I’m falling for you already, you perfect hunk.” She looked up at him, suddenly very shy and her voice took on that same demure quality it had first had when she was bound.

“Say you love me?”

“I love you, Maddy.” Jason knew he hadn’t needed that to be a command.

Jason smiled and leaned back his head on the pillows. Not bad for his first day. And it was only half over.