The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Tom pulled into the driveway of his house and took a deep breath. Was he really going to go through with this? Wasn’t it morally reprehensible? He smiled. Yes, it was. He touched the bottle in the pocket of his coat, grabbed his briefcase and got out of the car...

As he stepped in, he called out to her. “Hi Steph! I’m home!”

From upstairs somewhere, he heard her call back, “Oh, hi luv! I’ll be down in a minute...”

He went into the kitchen, set the bottle down on the counter with the label facing out, and went to the fridge to get a beer. A few minutes later, he heard her trotting down the stairs, he pictured in his mind how her C-cup breasts bounced. He loved how they did that. Sure would be nice if they were a bit bigger, though. He had always loved how particularly large breasts moved up and down as a unit when encased in a bra. Stephanie’s breasts weren’t quite big enough for that, they still moved separately when she hopped or ran. Just a cup size or two, he thought, and smiled...

“Hi luv!” she smiled brightly and gave him a kiss. He had loved her English accent from the moment they met three weeks ago, sort of halfway between a “proper” British accent and a working class accent, classy with a bit of randy mixed in. It made him horny whenever she spoke. That and her body, which was stunning—her face was cute, with black hair cut in a short “pixy” cut, small upturned nose and full lips. She was a little short, well proportioned, with a full ass, wide hips, small waist, and nicely shaped breasts, though a little small for Tom’s tastes. Stephanie was over in the US on a holiday, they had met when she had asked him for directions—she with that little glint in her eye which meant that she was looking for more than just directions. As it turned out, she loved sex almost as much as he did. She was only too glad when, after a weekend of lovemaking, Tom had suggested she stay with him while she was still in town. Steph was fine with that, free room and board and sex on demand. Tom smiled to himself. Nobody knew that Stephanie was staying with him...

“What’s this?” She had picked up the bottle and was reading the label. Tom’s stomach did a little flip-flop, he took another pull on his beer for a little time to collect himself. As he put the beer down, he turned and nonchalantly looked at what she was holding. He broke into what he hoped looked like a convincing grin.

“Oh, this is so cool! My friend Brad told me about it. It’s a special extract of Yohimbe bark. Yohimbe is a rain forest herb that increases sex drive. For a little while.” He added, hoping he sounded convincing.

She smiled at him slyly and rubbed up against him, lightly touching his groin. “Well, luv, I’m not sure that either one of us needs enhancement in that area!”

“Ah, but this is not just a regular extract. It’s mixed with DMSO, this stuff that athletes use for muscle pain, and apparently it carries the active ingredients right through the skin and directly to the nerves of whatever area it’s rubbed on.” He smiled and waited for this to sink in. The DMSO part, at least, was true. It acted as a carrier for the chemical, moving easily through the skin and into the tissues below.

“So, what, it makes your skin horny?” God, he loved the way she said “horny”

“No, it doesn’t exactly make your skin ‘horny’” He tried his best to imitate her British accent on the word. “It activates the pleasure receptors of the nerves, makes them much more sensitive. For a while.”

Her eyes lit up with comprehension. “Are you telling me, if I rub this on me tits, they’ll get more sensitive?”

Tom was working really hard now trying not to get too excited. His stomach was fluttering, and he was trying to keep from shaking. He was grateful now for all those acting classes back in high school. “Yes, exactly.”

Doubt crept into her eyes. “Is it safe? How do you know it’s safe?” This was the moment of truth. Tom put on his best reassuring demeanor.

“Oh, yeah, totally safe. It’s two substances that have been tested and used safely for years. Here’s an article on it.” He went to his briefcase and, breathing somewhat heavily, pulled out the xerox copy of the fake newspaper clipping and handed it to her, trying not to let her see that his hands were trembling slightly. He watched her over his beer as she read it.

“Wow, it sounds amazing. Lasts for hours, no side effects...this one guy said he had never had such amazing sex in his life!”

Tom matched her enthusiasm. “Yeah, I know. I tried it.”

“Really? Tell me!”

“Well, I tried rubbing a little on my cock and it was definitely more sensitive.”

She smiled and rubbed the tips of her fingers over his groin, searching for his cock. “Yes, and?”

He smiled again, suppressing the excitement he felt welling inside him. “Well, it was awfully hard keeping my hands off it all day. It’s still a lot more sensitive than usual.”

“I’ll bet it was hard!” She giggled, then paused and sobered a little. “I want to gen up on it on the Internet, see what they say.”

“Good idea. I did, too. I didn’t find anything bad, nothing on the combination of the two because it’s so new, but there’s lots of information on both ingredients.” He went to get a snack while she went to the computer. After a few minutes, she called out, “It says here that some people think DMSO is harmful in large quantities over long periods...but there’s nothing about either one being bad, other than that.” He listened intently. Sure enough, shortly he heard the sound of rustling fabric. “Oooh, it feels cool. Makes me nips stand up.” Then a pause, and more rustling. “It just disappears into the skin in no time.” He could hear rustling again as she put more on, then a pause. Tom pictured her rubbing her breasts. “I don’t notice any difference in sensation, though.” Slightly disappointed.

“Oh, it takes a few minutes for it to start to take effect, and then it builds for a while,” Tom called out. He got up and joined her. She was holding her shirt up with her chin, looking at each breast and touching them, rubbing each in turn. Her nipples were erect, like little wrinkly buds. Suddenly her eyes lit up as she rubbed.

“Ooh, I can feel it. It’s like there’s a little rush of more pleasure. Pretty subtle, though. Is this it?”

“Oh, no—it gets more after a little while.” Tom couldn’t help but have a little bit of an evil glint in his eyes as he said this. Stephanie mistook it for playfulness.

“Well, now, luv, shall we try these out?” She pushed her chest out and turned back and forth, as though presenting her breasts for inspection.

“Yes, definitely we’ll need to take them out for a spin!” Tom came around behind her in the chair and grasped her breasts with his hands and began kneading them, brushing his fingers over her hardening nipples.

“Mmmm, oh yes, they are definitely more sensitive!” Stephanie melted under Tom’s massage. “Oooh, I can feel that in me cooch!” Tom reached down between her legs with one hand while the other continued to massage one breast. She reached up with her lips and they kissed as she became more strongly aroused. They made love on the rug.

After dinner, Stephanie touched her left breast. “Wow, this still hasn’t worn off. They’re even more sensitive.” She was becoming flushed and started breathing deeper, obviously aroused by the sensations. Tom came around behind her and pushed his hands between hers and her breasts, brushing her nipples roughly. She sucked air in. “Ooh, god that’s strong! Mmmhhh”, she said breathily. “How long did you say this lasts?”

“Hours. It gets stronger for a while.” He noticed that her breasts had swollen slightly, feeling full and soft while her nipples were very hard. He reached down with one hand to her groin and pulled her toward him, pressing her full ass into his groin while still playing with one nipple, rubbing across it, pulling it. She was starting to have trouble standing, her knees were buckling and she was making little noises as her breath caught. He reached under her skirt and between her legs from behind, pushing the crotch of her panties aside and inserting his middle finger into her already wet vagina and she gasped, and lifted her, half-carrying her by her groin upstairs to the bedroom while stirring inside her with his finger. Stephanie was clearly very aroused, more so than he had seen her before. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, jutting out fiercely from her breasts. He undressed her and began rubbing her vulva while licking and sucking on first one nipple, then the other. With each flick of his tongue over a nipple, she gasped; with each lick and suck she groaned and writhed on the bed.

“Oh! Ohmygod, that’s nnngh! amazing! Ohh! We have to do this again!” He played with her, teasing her nipples then rubbing lightly over her breasts, sending shivers thorough her as she settled somewhat, then attacking her nipples again, sending her into paroxysms of writhing. He kept rubbing and playing, teasing and attacking, over and over again until she seemed to be in an altered state, lost in sensation. He entered her then, her cooch was dripping wet and very swollen with her excitement and it felt great. As he pumped her, he cupped her breasts, pinching, rolling and rubbing her nipples. With each movement, each touch, she responded by arching her back, stiffening, crying out, moaning and writhing as he had never seen her before, orgasming again and again. Finally, she crescendoed as he came.

“Oh, jesus...that was...fucking incredible...” she could barely speak. For several minutes, her body convulsed uncontrollably with little orgasm aftershocks, then after a while her breathing deepened and he knew she was asleep. Tom watched her for a while, finally seeing her eyes begin to move under the lids, the beginnings of REM sleep which meant that she was dreaming. He couldn’t help but play with her nipples some more then, each touch eliciting a groan from the sleeping woman. He wondered what kind of dreams she was having while he was playing with her. The thought turned him on, the power that he had to affect her so strongly even when she was fast asleep and clearly as sexually satisfied as she had ever been. He rubbed more strongly, kneading her breasts more and pulling on her nipples, arousing her powerfully. She began squeezing her legs together, awakening slowly, then quickly becoming completely aroused and desperate, kissing him passionately and he again tortured and teased her nipples until she was beside herself with passion, then he entered her again. This time, after she had orgasmed perhaps a dozen times and he finally came, he didn’t stop playing with her—he rubbed her breasts to a level of desperation, and then kept her there, keeping himself positioned so that she couldn’t touch herself, while rubbing slowly and gently enough so that she didn’t come, keeping her right on the edge for what seemed like hours until she was begging and whimpering desperately for release. He finally relented, thrusting his fingers inside of her while sucking on one breast and pulling on the nipple of the other, and she came with a shuddering, wracking explosion that went on for a full minute, followed by many minutes of uncontrollable aftershocks. Too tired to speak or move, she groaned a few times then fell into a deep sleep, her dreams very active and very sexual as she moaned and squirmed, squeezing her legs together.

This time Tom was more subtle, teasing her into arousal again but not so much that she was awakened. She became more and more obviously distressed and desperate, unable to wake because of the exhaustion of her repeated orgasms and lost in her erotic dreams. He carefully brought her to orgasm—she might have woken at the moment of the first orgasm but once it passed she was again unconscious. In this deep sleep, her hypersensitive breasts were like a direct line into her dreams, she was completely unable to wake and helpless to stop him. He found that he could do whatever he wanted, move her to whatever position he wanted—spreading her legs wide or bending her legs up so that her pussy was completely open and exposed, and all the while she remained asleep. He inserted a vibrator into her while he continued to rub her breasts and pull on her nipples while she groaned and writhed, making her come again and again and again, then finally he turned her onto her stomach with pillows under her hips so that her ass was sticking up into the air. He entered her from behind, rubbing her breasts the whole time, and brought her to one last crescendo, and then he left her that way and fell asleep.

In the morning, he got up and went off to work while Stephanie slept, still as he had left her the night before with her bare ass sticking high in the air, so deeply exhausted that she hadn’t moved. This was just as Tom wanted—he wanted her to sleep as long as possible so that she wouldn’t have a lot of time to think about her circumstances. At about 2:00, his phone rang but he ignored it, then checked the voicemail a few minutes later. As he thought, it was Stephanie. She had just woken up and was barely able to move she was so tired, in an exhausted voice she talked about how amazing the night had been with him, how she had had wild sexual dreams all night and had slept and slept. Then she added, “Listen though, Tom, I’m a bit freaked. My boobs are still reeealy sensitive, I can’t touch them without getting a huge blast. Even my hands are more sensitive from rubbing it on! Is this normal? It didn’t seem like you had this much of a reaction. I’m a little scared.” A half hour later, he called her back and she was sounding more awake She obviously didn’t want to seem like she was making something out of nothing, but she was clearly scared.

“So how much of that stuff did you put on?” He asked.

“Oh, y’know, a handful to start, and then when it just sucked right in and I didn’t feel anything I put another on.” Stephanie sounded a bit embarrassed. “I didn’t think it would do that much, so I guess I overdid. How much did you use?”

“Oh, god, only a few drops. I guess that’s the problem, you just overdid it by a lot. It probably takes longer to wear off if you do more.” His voice was reassuring, and she calmed down. He told her he’d be back soon, and not to worry. He suggested she take a bath and try to wash some of it off. Of course, he thought, this would have no effect on the chemical, she would only be rubbing herself into a high state of arousal. He hung up the phone with a huge smile on his face. The hand sensitivity was a bonus, he hadn’t thought about the fact that she would, of course, absorb the chemical into her hands. He imagining her trying to wash her breasts thoroughly without getting herself too aroused and failing miserably, desperate to wash off the non-existent residue, each touch sending bolts of electricity through her and down into her cooch until she was thoroughly turned on and couldn’t help but pleasure herself. Tom was getting very hard just thinking about how she would feel stimulated from both sides when she rubbed her breasts. He wished he could be a fly on the wall.

At five, he jumped into his car and beelined home.

“Hi, I’m home!” There was a brief pause, then...

“Uh, hi, I’m upstairs.” Tom got that little flip-flop in his stomach again. He went upstairs and into the bedroom. There was Stephanie lying in the bed with her breasts exposed, looking very tired—Tom knew he had been correct about how her afternoon had gone. Her breasts were visibly even more swollen and the nipples were bright pink and engorged. She smiled a bit weakly, with obvious embarrassment, and sat up with an effort. Her heavy, swollen breasts shifted with the movement and she let out a little gasp. “Well, they’re as sensitive as ever. They’re actually more sensitive than last night I can’t even touch them without getting, um, stimulated pretty strongly.” She blushed.

“Really?” Tom smiled and moved to touch them, and Stephanie raised her hands to block him.

“No, please. Don’t touch them. It’s too strong. It’s not so bad at first, but then it just keeps building until it’s completely unmanageable. I have to hold still for like an hour for the sensitivity to calm down again.”

Tom put on his best concerned-but-disappointed face. “Okay, well like I said it’s probably going to take some time. Don’t worry, okay? Here, why don’t you get something on and I’ll make us a nice dinner.”

“Well, actually that’s a bit of a problem. I can’t wear anything that touches me nips, it makes me...they’re really, um, sensitive to anything touching them.” She was blushing even more.

“Really? Wow, okay...Well, I’ll turn up the heat a bit and you can go topless”, Tom said helpfully, sitting down on the bed and turning so that she wouldn’t see the bulge that was rapidly growing in his pants.

“Well, actually, just moving around is kind of hard because...well, they seem to be bigger and heavier, like when I have my period only even more so, and when they move, I can feel it. It’s not as bad if I haven’t moved in a while, but it gets worse and worse the more I move around.”

Tom did his best to appear puzzled and concerned. “Wow, that’s intense. Hmmm...well, how about this. Why don’t you cut the tips off one of your bras so that your nipples can just stick out, so they aren’t touching anything but your breasts are supported. Would that work?”

Stephanie was clearly very uncomfortable with this idea, but agreed that perhaps that would work. She started to get up, then thought better of it as her swollen breasts shifted heavily and her breath caught. She asked Tom somewhat breathlessly to get her a bra out of her suitcase. Tom fished out one, got scissors and handed them over, kissing her on the cheek and resisting the urge to “accidentally” brush against one. “I’ll go make some dinner, come on down when you’re ready.”

Tom went down to the kitchen barely able to contain his glee. She was trapped, she couldn’t leave because she couldn’t get dressed, she couldn’t even move for more than a few minutes without getting very aroused, and she still had no suspicions about him. Everything was going according to plan.

Twenty minutes later, Tom called up to Stephanie that dinner was ready. “Okay, right down!", she replied, trying to sound bright and cheerful but with a noticeable hesitation. She descended the stairs very slowly and cautiously, so as to minimize any movement of her breasts. When she came around the corner, Tom had to work very hard to keep from gawking. She was dressed in a nice pair of form-fitting shorts, the brassiere with holes cut for her nipples, and nothing else. Her breasts were at least a cup size larger, a full D cup, far too large for her C-cup bra now. Stephanie had lengthened the straps and clipped the back at it’s loosest setting, but even so her breasts held the bottom of the bra out from her lower chest and they were pouring out around the edges, with deep cleavage in the center. They jostled slightly with every step, even though she was trying her best to walk smoothly—she was not used to being so large-breasted, and so was having to learn how to move in ways that didn’t cause them to jiggle. Her swollen nipples, along with a good amount of her areolas, were pushing out of the holes she had cut in the front of each cup. Stephanie tried to appear nonchalant but she was blushing bright crimson, obviously very uncomfortable.

“You look great!” Tom said with complete sincerity.

Big blush. “Oh, thanks. I feel a little...embarrassed.”

“Well, please don’t be. You are mind-blowingly gorgeous. You are a walking wet dream.”

Stephanie was obviously very flustered by the comment and blushed even deeper, struggling between her embarrassment, her worry, her gratitude at the complement and his kindness, and the part of her that actually enjoyed being so enticing. She managed to stick her larger breasts out a little and move them side to side, a bare echo of her previous flirtation. “Well, I don’t think I can handle a tactile examination, but I’m glad I do well on the visual inspection.” She blushed again, and then quickly said, “anything I can do to help?”

“Yes, could you set the table for us?” Stephanie moved gingerly to the counter and got out silverware, napkins, and glasses and proceeded to set the table. Even that small amount of movement was obviously affecting her, she had to stop at one point and pretend to wipe off a spot on a knife but her panting gave her away.

“You’re really sensitive, aren’t you?” Tom said sympathetically.

Stephanie sighed heavily, relieved to not have to pretend about it, and grateful for his sympathy. “Cor, it’s unbeleeevable. I swear, once it gets started just the breeze from walking around gets me going. Plus I don’t fit into this bra, me boobs have swelled up hugely with all the...stimulation. I feel like I’m popping out of it. And it feels...silly to be walking around with me nips sticking out.” She looked down at her breasts and blushed again.

Tom walked over to her. “Really, just the breeze?” he took the opportunity to blow on one nipple, and it tightened up into a crinkly bud as she gasped Tom’s cock immediately sprang to attention. “Wow, I guess they are pretty sensitive.”

Stephanie worked to regain her composure. “Yuh...they’re...pretty overwhelming. Cor, they don’t seem to know how to calm down anymore.”

“Well, we’ll need to figure out what to do after dinner,” Tom said, trying not to sound too excited. Stephanie looked at him quizzically for a second, then gave a somewhat forced smiled and went to continue setting the table. Once dinner was ready, they sat down, Tom having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her proud, hard nipples. Stephanie was hungry from all the energy she was burning up, and ate heartily without speaking much. She wasn’t used to the size of her breasts, she inadvertently bumped one, nipple first, against the table once and Tom saw her react as though she had been jolted with electricity. She was very careful from then on. After dinner, she slowly and carefully helped him clear the table but it took it’s toll—by the end, she was breathing heavily. Once they were done, Tom turned to her.

“Well, now that that’s done how about taking those out for a spin again?” and brushed his hand across one nipple.

Stephanie gasped and stepped back from him with a pained expression. “Tom, no! Please don’t!”

“What’s the matter? Doesn’t it feel good?” Tom was having a hard time acting the part of the innocent.

“It feels TOO good! It’s too strong—I’m feeling very out of control! This is just too much. God, it’s a nightmare. When does this start to wear off? It feels stronger than ever!” She began to cry.

“Oh, Steph...I’m sorry.” Tom carefully gave her a hug as she sobbed, which also jostled her breasts so she had to work to keep from sobbing too hard. After a little bit, her sobs began to calm and he raised his arm to hold her head and “inadvertantly” rubbed across one of her nipples with his sleeve She gasped and gripped him tightly. “Oh, sorry, sorry! God, this is amazing! I can’t believe this!”

“Yuh, amazing is the word,” she sniffled breathlessly and somewhat ironically, leaning on him and squeezing her legs together uncontrollably.

“Well, I’m a little embarrassed to be saying it, but it’s a real turn-on for me,” Tom tried his best to appear sheepish. “Just the idea that you are so sensitive that the slightest touch...” he began to trace the edge of her breast lightly with the tip of his finger and she shuddered and half-closed her eyes. “...is such a turn-on.”

“Unhh! Cor, pleeeze don’t!” She raised her hands to push his arm away and stepped back away from him. “It’s too much, I...It’s too much!” The movement caused her breasts to move again, and the result was that she was shot through with another bolt. She moved her hands to six inches from her breasts, as though trying to will them to stop moving, but unable to touch them for fear of further stimulating them.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Tom held his hands up and stepped back, as well. It was getting more and more difficult for him to keep his hands off her, but he resisted the urge to do more. There would be time for that later, and the fun of watching her get more and more out of control was more than worth it. Stephanie leaned onto the counter and breathed heavily, waiting for the rush of sensation to pass, her legs squeezing together as though she had to pee very badly. At last the storm ebbed enough for her to make her way slowly over to the table. She leaned and sat down a little too heavily, which caused her breasts to bounce and shot another wave of stimulation through her and she gasped uncontrollably. It was clear that all the stimulation was only making things worse and worse.

Tom was thrilled by how completely helpless and vulnerable she was, and also thrilled that her breasts were now the size and weight he had wished for—in her overstuffed bra they moved as a whole, shifting up and down on her chest with every movement and bouncing heavily when she moved too fast. The time for waiting was over, he had to have his hands on her. He moved in front of her and picked up the front of her bra by the fabric between her breasts as she gasped and a look of surprise and shock registered on her face, then he let go and watched her full, heavy breasts fall with the bra and be caught by the bra straps, bouncing and jiggling. Stephanie grunted and began panting heavily, holding up one hand to try to stop him while trying to support herself on the table with the other. “Don’t...touch them! It’s..too much!”

“Oh, come on Steph! This is fun!” He tried to reach for her bra again, and her hands moved reflexively to protect them, which only caused them to shift more. She was now having a hard time keeping her eyes open, she was getting lost in the sensation. “Tom, stop!” she gasped.

“Oh, all right.” Tom lowered his hands as a feint, and sure enough Stephanie let down her guard for a moment. Reaching forward with both hands, he grasped her nipples between his finger and thumb and pulled upward.

“No! No! Stop...ugh...it!” Stephanie grabbed his hands and rose out of her seat to try to keep him from pulling too hard on her nipples. Tom began rolling his fingers while pulling her forward, toward the stairs. “Oh, god...” Stephanie was breathing hard and her knees were buckling. Tom grabbed her with one arm and held her up by pressing her into him, crushing her breasts to his chest. This, of course, escalated her to the point that she was moaning uncontrollably. He reached between her legs with his forearm and lifted her up, cupping her ass with his hand, and carried her upstairs...

Stephanie woke very slowly, completely and deliciously exhausted. She had that wonderful feeling that she once described to a woman friend as having been “thoroughly and properly serviced by a man”—but this was times ten. She could even feel her nipples pulsing, sending little shots of pleasure down between her legs...

Omygod! The thought flashed through her brain and her eyes shot open. Stephanie suddenly remembered, and a bolt of fear coursed through her, temporarily displacing the constant pulsing of pleasure. She held completely still and looked around her. She was in Tom’s room, lying on her back on his bed. She was wearing some kind of garment that rose from her chest, as though her breasts were...bigger. Much bigger. A sudden recognition of the heavy weight on her chest told her that perhaps it wasn’t just the garment. Stephanie very gingerly reached her hand up and touched the front of the garment, and sure enough she felt her breast, now much larger, and a quiver of pleasure washed through her. Oh, God, her breasts were huge! Memories of the night before began to crowd back on her...Tom carrying her upstairs by her groin while rubbing his chest against hers, sending her off into a dreamworld of incredible sexual stimulation...a vague memory of him rubbing something on her chest while he told her that she was going to be a really big girl now...and, oh god no, him putting some of the solution from that bottle on a q-tip and feeling him dabbing it between her legs...Stephanie gingerly squeezed her legs together experimentally, and sure enough there was a rush of stimulation from her clitoris that made her want to reach down there and rub herself. Oh, shit! She resisted the urge, and slowly lifted herself up on her right arm. As she did, her massive right breast slid slowly over, dragging her nipple against the rough fabric of her top which created a strong rush of stimulation, and she grunted. She remembered that yesterday, each new stimulation to her breasts added to her overall sensitivity and arousal, and made her more susceptible to even more stimulation. Now she had even more of a problem, her clitoris was amazingly sensitive too! She had to move very slowly and carefully, with long pauses between movements, or it would just continue to build.

Stephanie cautiously brought herself to sitting. She had to spread her legs somewhat, because she could feel how strongly even the small pressure from her labia on her clitoris stimulated her when her legs were together. Tom had dressed her in a sheer top that showed her now much larger breasts encased in a similarly large bra with holes cut in the tips so that her nipples stuck out, pushing through the fabric proudly. Jesus, her breasts were so large now that she couldn’t see what she was wearing below them, she had to look around the side of them to see that he had also dressed her in a pair of very short, very tight shorts, and even this movement dragged the fabric across her nipples, sending shivers down into her cooch. She needed to hold the top away from her nipples to keep it from rubbing...she sucked air in as she tried to pull the fabric away from her nipples and ended up touching them in the process, but although the top was loose enough to constantly drag across them, it was too tight and her breasts were too big to be able to keep the fabric from touching.

This top has got to go, she thought, but upon trying to pull it over her head she found it was too small around the waist, and the attempt to remove it cost her dearly—as she tried to pull it over her breasts, the waist got stuck halfway, mercilessly pressing into her nipples. The stimulation of the fabric sliding roughly over her nipples and breasts left her collapsed and gasping, and she quickly realized that the pressure on her nipples was continuing to stimulate her, sending bolts of electricity into her groin. She tried to rip it, but the fabric was too strong. She finally got up her courage and pulled it back down, which caused an explosion of sensation to course through her brain and for a while all she could feel was the pulsing of her nipples and clitoris. Stephanie had to use all her will power to keep from squeezing her legs together, waiting for the sensations to abate. She knew that, once she allowed herself to give in to the urge to stimulate herself, she would be gone again. She was very aroused now, even as the waves of stimulation ebbed she was still gasping with desire. She breathed and waited for it to calm, but it took a while this time.

Once her head cleared a little, she began to think furiously. God, she was in real trouble! This guy was a psycho, he had done this to her, made her a captive of her own body—she couldn’t even move without arousing herself more and more! What was he planning? What the hell was she going to do now? Her only hope was that Tom was at work and she would have time to call someone or escape. Gingerly she leaned one arm against the bedside table and rose to standing. As even tiny movements caused her huge breasts to bounce and slide against the fabric of the top, she quickly became aroused again, between her legs swelling and feeling hot and wet. Walking was a huge challenge, as with each step she could feel her hard, swollen clitoris being rubbed relentlessly by her slippery labia, sliding back and forth over it. The sensation was so strong that it seemed to her that she could see her clitoris flashing in front of her eyes, rubbing...rubbing...oh, god. The tight shorts didn’t help at all, it felt like there was some object pressed up against her clitoris. She touched herself there, and sure enough there was what appeared to be a small lump snuggled up in there. What was that? She tried to take the shorts off, but they had no apparent way to unfasten them, at least that she could feel—she was unable to see with her breasts in the way, so finally she gave up.

One step...uh! She tried to keep her legs apart as much as possible, to minimize the pressure on her clitoris. Two steps...mmph! It didn’t seem to matter if she moved fast or slow. Moving faster was stronger, but moving slower just made it deeper, building more slowly. Three steps...she made it across the room, panting heavily and finally falling against the wall by the door, before the fire in her groin and nipples got the better of her and she couldn’t keep from grabbing between her legs with one hand and alternating between one breast and the other with the other hand, rubbing herself into an ecstatic stupor...

Two hours later, she awoke on the floor by the door. Her shorts were soaking, and the tiny movements in her chest from each breath she took were sending little shots of stimulation into each nipple. Slowly she pulled herself up and, leaning against the wall, moved out into the hall and began to make her way down the stairs. As much as she tried, each step jostled her breasts causing her nipples to rub against the fabric, sending bolts of pleasure from her chest into her groin where it combined with the blasts from the constant rubbing of her clitoris. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was panting and straining to keep her legs apart and barely able to stand. She caught a look at the clock in the living room—it was 4:10, she had at most an hour or so before Tom was home. She had to get moving, but if she didn’t stop and rest the sensation would keep building until she was out of control again. She had to get to the phone, and hope that Tom hadn’t shut it off.

After a few minutes of trying to hold as still as possible, she made her way into the kitchen and picked up the phone—it was dead, and her heart dropped. Tom had a very long driveway, and the closest neighbor was a half mile away. Her only hope now was to get to the road and flag down a car, but it was now 4:25, Tom would be home in about 45 minutes, and she could feel how deeply stimulated she was at this point. As much as she hated to do it, she needed to hold still for at least a few minutes. The excitement and fear were getting to her, causing her to breathe deeper which caused her nipples to rub more—it was such a perfect trap! She had to calm down...

After ten minutes of slow, steady breathing, things had calmed down somewhat and Stephanie could stay still no longer. She decided her best bet was to get to the road, so she made her way back through the living room to the door, breasts bouncing and wobbling uncontrollably the whole way. Fortunately, the fear and panic seemed to suppress the arousal somewhat, she made it all the way to the door, opened it, and walked out before she had to stop and collect herself for a few minutes.

“I wonder whether it’s any better if I run?” she thought. She held her breasts from below, careful not to touch her nipples and trying to stabilize the fabric, and set off at a run. It was better, at least in terms of the distance she could cover, but by the time she was only a third of the way to the road she fell onto the grass and started grabbing between her legs. With a supreme act of will, she pulled her hands away and lay there, panting and sweating with her mind filled with images of rubbing clitoris and nipples and her body filled with a raw ache the likes of which she had never felt before yesterday.

After ten minutes, she carefully got up and started to run again. The sight was wonderful, a beautiful, scantily clad woman holding up her huge breasts as though to present them to the world, despite her best efforts bounding up, down and all around as she ran. She was doing better this time, so much so that she was almost two thirds of the way to the road before she had to stop, and this time she only had to lean over and support herself with her hands on her knees, looking down at these ridiculously large breasts hanging off her chest as she waited for the waves of pleasure to abate. “It’s definitely getting easier to manage the sensations,” she thought after a few minutes. “They’re just as strong, but I’m getting used to them now. They aren’t as overwhelming.”

She started to break into a run toward the street when suddenly she felt a slight vibration in her groin. “What the hell?” She stopped and touched her groin and, sure enough, the little lump in her shorts was vibrating right on her clitoris. “God damn him!” Slight as it was, the vibration was enough to start arousing her more. “I’ve got to make a run for the road, this is starting to get to me!” She took off at a run, but the closer she got to the road the stronger it got, until it was clear that if she went any farther she would quickly become so lost in sensation that she wouldn’t be able to move. Tom had obviously put the equivalent of an electronic fence between her and the road, only instead of shocking her it turned on this clitoral vibrator in her pants more and more the closer she got to it.

Cursing and panting, Stephanie ran back away from the road and into the woods until the vibration ceased, whereupon she fell to the ground awash in arousal. She could not help herself, she began rubbing and rubbing, one hand between her legs and the other at her breasts. She was losing it, but at the last moment she called up all her will power and forced herself to stop. She cried out in frustration and passion, and began to sob.

Just then, she heard a car coming into the driveway. Tom! A bolt of adrenaline brought Stephanie back to her senses. She couldn’t keep running, she was too aroused for that. She had to find a place to hide! She began scrambling through the woods. She quickly found out that Tom had put the same electronic field at that side of his property as well, presumably there was a boundary around the entire place. She kept looking, walking as close as she could to the field until she came to a thick clump of bushes. She crawled into it, and held as still as she could both to help lower her arousal level, and to keep from being heard if he was out looking for her.

About 20 minutes later, Stephanie was straining to hear any sound of footsteps when suddenly she felt that same vibration in her groin again. Oh, god! It was slight at first, then a little stronger—just enough that she was starting to feel ripples of pleasure shooting into her cootch and she was starting to panic, then it died out again. Apparently, Tom had a transmitter for this thing between her legs, and he was out looking for her with it. She had to do something, but what? She tried again to get her shorts off, but there really appeared to be no catch—they seemed sewed onto her, and so tight that she couldn’t reach down into them. And her damn huge breasts kept getting in the way, blasting her with more and more stimulation each time she bumped them! She was getting desperate now, panting and making little whimpering noises as she tried to keep quiet. She tried moving the lump away from her clitoris through the shorts, but it was apparently stuck to the shorts and wouldn’t budge, and the attempt only served to push and rub her clitoris, sending her into a rush of swirling pre-orgasm. She picked up a rock and hit the lump in her groin, hoping to break it but again that only served to stimulate her.

Just then, it started to vibrate slightly, then a little more, and a little more...