Just Your Words (mind control)

Chapter 4

When I woke up the next day, the first thing I did was hit my head on the wall. I wasn't used to my new height quite yet - or length, I chuckled to myself, glancing down at my new pornstar-level cock.

I was too horny not to invite Emily over now, so I texted her. 

can you come over in like 10 mins?

She typed for a minute, and I put my phone down, grabbing some toast. When I looked back at my phone, she had replied.

cant, i have a whole ass psychology essay to write lol

I was disappointed. Obviously, it was unreasonable to expect her to always be available - or was it? I smirked in realization, but I had to first verify it worked via text.

ok. send me a pic of your bra

 The "..." symbol of doom showed up again, and for a second I was worried that my gift no longer worked or wouldn't translate over the airwaves. After a minute, though, a picture popped up of Emily's hand holding a nondescript white sports bra.

hey does this bra look ok to you, the accompanying caption read. I sent a thumbs-up emoji in response.

Now I knew it still worked. I quickly texted her again, come over to my place. bring anything you need to write your psych paper.  I didn't get a response, which worried me once more - what if she wouldn't read it? - but the "Read" notification popped up and I knew she would be on her way.

I ate my toast in silence and anticipation, but quickly there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Emily in exercise shorts and a baggy sweatshirt, panting slightly from what must have been a run and holding her laptop and a bulky psychology notebook.

"Hey," she sighed, smiling a bit, as she pulled me in for a hug. "I can't stay long. Gotta finish my psych paper so I have time to edit it tomorrow." I hugged her tight, feeling her back and pressing my crotch into her front slightly.

We both backed away. "Someone's excited to see me," she chuckled. Acting off of a suggestion from yesterday, she patted the protruding hard-on visible in my pants. I shuddered a bit in delight.

"Write your paper here, on the couch." Emily's eyes lit up as if she had just came to a realization.

"Oh, Jacob? You know what, if it's okay with you, I can finish my paper today. Just give me a few hours. Feel free to turn on some TV or something."

I nodded in assent and she brought her laptop over to the couch, laying down across the length of it and peering through her notebook, beginning to type. I had a frankly very horny idea, but first I needed to verify my commands from yesterday had held in place.

"Hey, Emily, can I touch your nose? Can I just touch you in general?"

She looked up at me and shrugged a bit. "Sure, I guess. Just don't touch my computer - I know how bad you are at writing papers, I don't want you anywhere near mine."

I nodded and pinched her nose. Emily barely reacted, just trying to see around my hand to write her paper.

"Let me give you a massage if I offer to."

Emily didn't even look up. I remembered what the Devil had said - she wouldn't even consciously hear my commands. They just went into place like puzzle pieces.

"Emily, can I give you a nice, soothing massage. You seem stressed."

Emily laughed. "Yeah, midterm prep is pretty stressful. Go ahead, I'll just keep working."

I grinned. "Take off your clothes."

Emily put down her laptop and started shedding clothes, mumbling something about how hot it was. I astutely noticed she was wearing the same bra from the picture. She laid back down, not a care in the world about her bareness.

"Alright. Trust that however I touch you right now is simply part of a regular massage routine."

With that, I reached over, gently thumbing her shoulders in a practical farce of what massages are.

Tentatively, I brought my hand down to her breasts. Emily absentmindedly moved her arms a little bit out of the way, still typing away at her keyboard. I manhandled her C-cup boobs, feeling them squish between my hands as she hardly reacted. 

I wasn't sure if the next part would work, but I was just too horny not too. I dug my face into her chest, probably blocking her view of the computer screen as I sucked on her exposed areolas, licking around the tip of her breast as it inadvertently got rock-hard. Based on her absolute lack of reaction, I figured she had taken my command that anything I did was proper massaging to heart. 

I had fantasized for years about Emily giving me a titjob, me sticking my hard cock in between her pillowy breasts. Now was the day my plans could come to fruition.

"Hey, Emily. Sorry, I'm going to need to get on top of you for the next part of the massage. I have to massage your breasts with my dick."

Emily glanced up. "Oh, okay. I'll just move my computer to the side so I can still do my work. Great massage so far, by the way. Very relaxing."

She took her computer off her lap, putting it on the side table for a second, and I took off my remaining clothes. She sat up straight. giving me room to sit on the couch with my legs wrapped around her, my erection sticking straight up in front of her chest. I moved her breasts out of the way and my cock in between, sighing of sexual relief as I felt the soft boobs caress all around my dick. I bounced up and down a bit, moving her tits in my hands as she looked off to the side, writing her essay.

"Emily, my cum is a sort of massage lotion, so I'll need to rub it over you a bit. Don't take it off until tomorrow morning - it does wonders for the skin." She nodded silently, and I released, my dick spurting like a fountain in between her two large tits.

I took my hand and smeared my cum over her tits, her shoulders, her back, and a little bit on her face. Finally sexually satisfied for the time being, I got off of her and got dressed.

"I'm done with my massage, Emily. You can finish your essay now."

She gave me a thumbs-up. "Thanks for the massage. That was nice. Helped with the stress, I suppose."

Grinning, I went to the kitchen to grab some lunch and consider the infinite possibilities for what to do next.