BBW: Buxom Brain Washer
A Smuthunter Story
“Hello Trent, my name is Valarie Hess, I’m an HR consultant, and the company has brought me in to talk to you about how you’re feeling, why you’re leaving, and what they can learn from your experiences. I’m not in management, I’m not here to convince you to stay, and I’m not here to pass judgment…”
The full figured strawberry blonde brushed her long curls off her shoulder and looked over her, black, cat eye framed glasses, and smiles, “But just between you and me, I side with the employee most of the time. I’m not in management, I don’t have to pretend that the companies that hire me are doing the right thing by their employees.”
As a middle manager Trent had spent a lot of time trying to massage the company’s practices to be less overtly shitty, and had worked hard to establish meaningful personal relationships with his teams. He didn’t do it for the good of anyone else other than himself and his people, because if he looked out for them, they would look out for him. It was a process that generally worked, but like all jobs, enough had eventually become enough and it was time to go.
“Well I’m glad you’re not here to get me to stay, I put in my notice and I accepted another position, but I have no problem telling you, and them why I’m leaving. I’ve done it a few times already, I don’t think it’s going to change anything.”
She smiled, she had perfect white teeth, a round, heart shaped face that held her extra weight well and gave her disarmingly pleasant demeanor, and she laughed. “Well I have read your file, and I don’t want to convince you to stay, but I have done that in the past when I’ve seen that it’s been the best fit for a would-be departing employee. But no, you’re right, you should leave. That doesn’t mean our meeting isn’t going to change anything for you, you never know what can happen. Are you comfortable? Do you need anything? Water? Coffee?”
They were in an extra office on one of the floors the company didn’t really use anymore since their work from home pivot had become more permanent, and Trent wondered how hard it would be to take one of the nicer office chairs from this floor home with him on his way out. “No thank you, I’m fine.”
“Wonderful. I’m going to take my sweater off since it’s very pleasant in here, and I’m going to walk around the desk and stand while I talk to you, would that be okay?”
Trent thought it was odd that she’d be so specific and ask, “It’s fine, but you know, you don’t have to ask me to do any little thing. I’d rather just get this over with if it’s all the same to you.”
He was polite, but he was matter of fact, and her smile reached her sea-green eyes. “I appreciate you saying that, but it matters to me that you and I have an open, consenting conversation about your experiences, what I am offering, and what I am doing so you don’t feel ambushed or manipulated.”
With that, she took off her gray sweater, stood up, and walked around the desk to stand in front of him. She was much taller than he’d expected, was wearing a knee length black skirt, and had on knee high, soft, black leather boots with flat soles. She was also wearing a white, short sleeved blouse, and the fact her tits were so massive it looked physically impossible for the blouse to be buttoned up more than part way up her cleavage explained a little bit about why she might have asked him about her sweater.
It had hardly felt like a fair question now, because she’d managed to hide the extent of her bosom with an open laptop while she was sitting down. Now, this tall, large, fairly heavyset woman with an imposing chest was looming over him, and he felt suddenly very small.
“Relax Trent,” she looked down her glasses at him and smiled as he involuntarily shifted in his chair, moving away from her aura that seemed to violate his personal space. “You’ve already put in your notice, I’m on your side, and you can just let go of all your work anxieties. I promise you, you can just relax and open up with me.”
The way she said relax, uttered like a magic word, like a welcoming, encouraging, and non-negotiable command, made Trent consciously think about how he was sitting, and he tried to adjust himself to get more comfortable. But as he adjusted in his chair, he felt her presence not just fill up the room, but press into him on an almost subconscious level. It wasn’t just her energy though, it was her body, and something about her body language and her posture made it seem like her truly incredible breasts were pressing firmly into his personal space as much as they were his imagination.
“So often,” she smiled down at him as he adjusted himself again, now aware of the hint of a thrill between his legs that he hoped would not grow, “there’s so much stress, and residual mental conditioning from your job that your mind can have a very hard time unpacking and letting go of old tensions and stress habits. And that can mean you end up taking those things with you to a new job. So just take a deep breath, focus on me, and let go of everything else as you let yourself relax with me.”
He word relax was said with a domineering intensity, and a casual, compassionate softness, that it made him reflexively adjust, and scan, and think about how he would be more comfortable if she wasn’t so close to him, and if she wasn’t on the verge of busting a button and having her tits fall out.
But as the tantalizing through of seeing more of those massive breasts on display entered his mind, he shifted again, automatically, due to the flush of arousal between his legs.
“I mean it,” she raised her hand as she inhaled, and her chest rose as she did, “just breathe in.” She waited for him to follow along, and feeling the pressure to go along, to comply with her really, and hopefully actually relax in this very odd and now strangely erotic situation. He took a deep breath with her, and once he did, she lowered her arm and said, “and just breathe out, and let go.”
She was very forceful, but friendly, and there was something about her smile that made him feel like it was good to get her approval. It was as much about her looks, even though he wasn’t usually into heavy or curvy girls how could anyone not be into those tits, as it was about her energy, her presence, and the teacherly manner of her instructions.
He wasn’t one for being bossed around either, not really, but again, how could anyone not let himself get bossed round by breasts like that. He knew it, and it was obviously something she knew about her presentation as well.
“Now breathe in your focus on me, and breathe out everything else you’re holding on to Trent. Letting go of any assumptions you have about me and this meeting, and letting go, truly and mindfully letting go, just for now, just to start, of any stress from the job you’re leaving behind.”
He took a deep breath in and out with her, and she smiled, “That’s right, let go and relax now.”
There was something so forceful, and so dominating about her presence, and her tone of voice, that even the inherent relaxation of taking a deep breath and her soft words, and the overwhelming sight of what were certainly her very soft, very warm breasts became forceful and domineering.
“Once more now, one more deep, focusing breath on me, and just,” he watched the rise and fall of her chest as he followed her breathing, “let go now and just relax. Just relax Trent, just focus on me and relax.”
He felt his body take a deep, slow breath on its own, his breathing having changed to match hers, and he let himself focus on her so fully that he didn’t notice he wasn’t noticing anything else.
“Good, you’re relaxing even more already, and you need to relax to open up to me, so just let your eyes un-focus, let your jaw unclench, and just breathe with me again.”
She was still looking down on him, still towering over him, and staring deep into his eyes, over her glasses and over the veritable balcony of her chest. She’d moved closer to him as she spoke, and her energy and her presence really were spilling into his person space. And more so, since he had to look up at her to make eye contact, it meant her chest was filling his lower periphery.
Her creamy, deep cleavage was just there. Her pale skin pressed together, her massive tits, so full and so soft. He did loosen his jaw, and let his shoulders drop down. He did let his eyes relax and his vision get soft, drawn to her soft, rising and falling breasts, and he adjusted again in his seat, feeling the tingle in his cock, and feeling relief that he wasn’t actually erect as he stared at her breasts, breathing, sinking into his chair, and relaxing and letting go.
Relaxing… and letting go…
He did take another deep breath, listening and relaxing, feeling even more open as his eyes closed. He did close his eyes for just a second, and he would open them again, and let them just naturally relax and stare as he said, “I am comfortable with you leading this conversation.”
His cock twitched as he stared at her tits, had another button on her blouse come open when he’d closed his eyes for a moment? He couldn’t remember, and he couldn’t tell. There was already just so much cleavage, so much picturesque, picture perfect, perfectly soft cleavage. Why did he think that? Did she describe her breasts that way? Had this woman Valarie started talking about her breasts?
His head felt foggy and dreamy, and before he could find his way out of the fog, her clear, strong, overwhelming, and truly domineering voice washed over him again.
“It’s perfectly natural to really relax your eyes and just see what’s in front of you, not choosing, not thinking, just being open to the moment as you open your eyes again. You’re so relaxed, it feels like every word I speak is just loosening more weight, and more tension off of your mind, and off of your soul now. There’s something so heavy, so overwhelming and overpowering about some of your feelings, and needs, and desires. And sometimes you forget what your desires are until you see them in front of you, and when you open your eyes again Trent, you can truly open yourself up to what I can show you and share with you in this meeting.”
When had his eyes closed again? Was it when he’d just taken another deep, relaxing breath, so he could just be in the moment with her? Had she really said, “Close your eyes now, sinking down under the picturesque, picture perfect image of softness, and warm, welcoming relaxation and relief you see now”?
Those words clung to him like a phantom, or a shadow, trailing the soft relaxation and guidance she was giving him now as his eyes opened again. “I’m so sorry Valarie, I think I just…”
Again he wondered if she had undone another button on her blouse, because there was just so much cleavage there, so much that was just prominently on display that it was overwhelmingly distracting, so much so that he’d lost his train of thought by accidentally staring up at her massive, domineering, picturesque, picture perfect…
“I know you’re short timing it with work, but please Trent, be in the moment with me now. Try and stay in this moment right now, and do your best to follow me in this conversation you agreed to let me lead.” She stared down over her glasses, and her breasts, right into his eyes with such intensity that they pulled his gaze away from her tits.
“Of course, yeah, I really don’t…”
“Be. In. The. Moment.” She said the words again and his eyelids started to feel heavy as he took a deep breath, and blinked while his eyes fell back down to her breasts, staring at the huge amount of soft, pale skin on display and not her eyes. ”And follow my lead. Follow me as I lead you back into openness and relaxation Trent. Relaxed, and open to what you’re feeling, relaxed and open to what I have to share with you.”
He was trying so hard to keep his eyes open, but it was a losing battle. The more she spoke to him with that smooth, soothing, domineering voice, and the way she loomed over him, encroaching on his space both physically and psychologically with her massive breasts, the harder it was to keep his eyes open. He was smothered by her, and he couldn’t escape her presence, or her breasts.
“Just relax, and be open to what I have to show you,” he stared through fluttering eyes, his mind foggy with her warm, relaxing, dominating voice as she unbuttoned one more button on her blouse right in front of him. ”Be in the moment and follow me as I show you what I am sharing with you, and showing you what you want, need, and desire. Follow me to deeper relaxation and acceptance as I put your needs, your overpowering, overwhelming needs right in front of you.”
She had a pale, pastel, peach and white lace cupped bra on, and while he couldn’t see all of it, he saw enough to marvel at how it lifted her tremendous, massive breasts. Breasts that were so soft and so warm. “Picturesque and picture perfect, just like you said.”
He blinked, and the sleepy waves of heaviness that had made his eyes close again were gone with a start, “What did I say?”
Trent couldn’t really remember what he’d just said, or where he was, it was like waking up on a friend’s couch, only he was in an office and staring at two, massive, barely constrained breasts. “I think I zoned out…”
