Oh to be a rack on a beautiful young lady at a house party. The music vibrating through your fleshy form, the occasional spill of liquid dribbling down the valley in your cleavage, and the eyes of confident guys sizing you up. It was all wonderful and it would only get more wonderful the second Katie downed her first drink.
If you ever find yourself as a pair of boobs with subtle influence over your host make sure to get them tipsy, your control increases tenfold. Gwen got Katie talking to some other girls dressed for attention and they chattered and laughed introducing her to all sorts of people at that party. Katie vaguely knew them all from classes but in person they were a lot nicer and quite fun.
Then she was introduced to a guy named Matt Stone who got very grabby with her. His hands ran across Katie’s ass and took her to dance. Gwen was furious, how dare Katie’s dumb mindless ass be getting more attention than her sentient and very in need of touching breasts. Thankfully all it took was suggesting that Katie move those hands to her breasts to get what she wanted.
Matt cupped his big hands around Gwen’s form and began to feel her up. Oh it was bliss, not simply the touch of someone washing her but someone making sure their fingers touched and squeezed every part of Gwen’s fleshy form. She shivered in delight and it was clear Katie was enjoying it too. She let out a gasp of pleasure while her face erupted in fire and joined Matt with her hands, guiding his touch to the most pleasurable parts. Squeezes, mashing, and a few steps later and they were off in a corner, his hands down her shirt feeing up her raw breasts and toying with her nipples.
This was it, Gwen was a puddle of nothingness at that moment, unable to think or send Katie any impulses. While Matt had his hands on her fleshy form she was simply a pair of breasts with nothing special about her. She was nothing, she was just flesh, she couldn’t even comprehend what being was, she just was.
Katie moaned as Matt played with her tits in the corner, she’d stopped receiving impulses from Gwen, this was all her and she was surprisingly enjoying it. She liked the feeling of strong hands cupped around her boobs, she even started to make out with Matt, her lips locked with his and letting him touch every bit of her body.
“These are nice,” he told her after their kiss had been broken. She could barely listen, trying to keep kissing him while talked. “Wanna use them for more?”
She wasn’t sure what to say, she’d never felt this way before, she could have spent all evening blissfully shoved against the wall having her boobs massaged but she was feeling it that night. So she let the guy release her briefly and lead her out back, where they vaulted the fence and stood in the neighbour’s yard. It was there on that warm evening that she saw her first in person dick.
He pulled it from his pants grinning while she eyed it up nervously. Gwen was starting to come too, her mind emerging from the puddle that it had become, and she was shocked to find that completely unprompted Katie had pulled her shirt and bra off and gripped her own breasts between her hands.
“Oh god, you’re such a good girl,” Gwen thought before she was encasing Matt’s cock and her mind dissipated again, lost in the pleasure of beating some man meat within her fatty tissue.
Katie was alone again and smiled as she rubbed Matt’s dick between her breasts.
“Good, now add pressure,” Matt smiled down at her. “Ooh yeah, keep doing that.”
She pressed her breasts together, beat them up and down, and poked the tip of that cock out between her breasts a couple times. She went faster, then slower, the fast again, his dick began to throb and shake, vibrations filling her breasts before with a spurt he unleashed a blast of cum that splattered onto her face and hung from her glasses, blocking out Katie’s vision. It looked downwards onto her boobs and Matt moaned sensually as she did this.
“Now squeeze a few more times to get what’s left out,” he told her and with each squeeze his dick shuddered a little and let out a tiny bit more cum that dribbled onto her boobs.
Gwen couldn’t have formed a thought if she tried, all she could do was send pleasurable impulses to Katie. She didn’t even exist at that moment, she didn’t know how long it would take to get back into action and didn’t need to. At that moment she was just breasts, what thinking could she possibly do?
Katie actually kept her as mindless flesh for the rest of that evening. She cleaned herself up, secretly tasting a bit of Matt’s cum as she went and proceeded to down more drinks at the party. Her inhibitions lessened and she would adjust her breasts in her bra before sauntering over to a cute guy. A hog lesbian chick even pushed her down on a couch and felt her breasts up for what felt like half an hour, rubbing her nipples until raw. Katie got felt up by pretty much everyone she danced with and gave two more titjobs before moving onto a couple blowjobs. As she rocked back and forth sucking on a guy’s cock her breasts would bounce and jiggle. She got more and more drunk, lost her shirt somewhere so she was just stumbling around in a lacy bra, and eventually left with a couple girls from her dorm who cheered her on as fun and teased her for the one blowjob she’d been so impatient for she’d done it in public at the party.
“He had a nice dick, what can I say?” Katie asked before one of her new friends admitted she’d sucked off the same guy that evening. A couple of whoops and hollers later and Katie collapsed into bed.
It took a few hours for Gwen to realize she was even there again. One second she was just a pair of mindless breasts rising and falling on Katie’s chest and the next she was realizing she was capable of thought and feeling a surging sense of pride over her host’s unprompted actions.
“You were great Katie,” she thought, if she could sigh in delight she would. She felt completely relaxed and invigorated, ready to just kick back and let Katie do whatever for a few days. The girl could even stuff her in a thick sweater if she wanted and stay home wasting the day away on schoolwork. She was so pleased with that one evening that a break was fine by her. She’d finally broken Katie from her shell and couldn’t wait to see where she went from there.