Kelly has a growing problem. A sequel to Titnosis.
guest story by Zyzzyva
tags: flash fiction, mind control, nsfw
Titnosis had changed Kelly’s life.
She had thought the book was a joke, when she’d read it, but it had done everything it promised and more. Her boobs were huge, now, big and round and full and soft and perfect, each with a firm brown nipple forever perky and sensitive and needy. It was all she could do not to knead her hands into the warm, inviting flesh and just worship her own tits forever.
Other people were less lucky, of course. One glimpse of Kelly’s gorgeous, will-consuming cleavage and they were her adoring titslaves forever. Male, female, queer, gay, straight—it didn’t matter. No one could disobey her boobs. Kelly knew that even she was being warped by their delicious, bouncy presence: once she would have been horrified at making people into mindless slaves, but now she knew it was what her tits deserved.
She was out hunting, again, on a bike path by the river. The jogger coming towards her was a little scrawnier and beardier than perhaps her taste might have been, but it had been hours since her rack had enslaved someone and she could feel the urge rising uncontrollably up like a wave out of her chest. She ripped her jacket open, the clasps popping in moments—no fumbling with zippers or shirts or bras when her tits needed to be displayed to the world as was their due.
The jogger slowed for a moment, startled, and then his gaze fell on her tits and he was lost, consumed by the power and beauty of her breasts. He dropped helplessly to his knees, moaning in joy at the sight of her perfect soft titflesh before him.
She could feel other urges, darker, rising from her. She could use him for whatever twisted pleasure she demanded—for every sick fantasy the book and her impossibly perfect boobs could warp her into craving. What was her old morality next to that?
But there was something inside her, stronger even than the depraved fantasies the book had inspired. It had been four months since her chest had ballooned into perfect, glorious F-cups. Four months since she’d last worn a bra.
“Titslave,” Kelly rasped. “Give me a back massage. Now.”
Author’s Note: Another joke flashfic, based off the original Titnosis and the way that so many male-written porn stories give women, I dunno, triple-G boobs. I don’t care if they’re magic or not, with boobs that size what you actually need is a magic bra.