Hypno Twerking (Patreon)

A 3 word prompt I threw together a few months ago of “hypno twerking.” I let it soak for a while, and I’ve been having a weird pacing thing lately where it’s easy for me to slip into commissions and obligated stuff over writing what I feel like. So I snatched up a short premise with a short story to it, pieced a few things together with a bratty, booty-shaking hypno brat, and slapped on some meta-narrative of being brainwashed by it.

The subtext that she does this a lot is intentional.

“Hey, I gotta ask...”

“Hm?”

Hana stopped walking right in front of the tv. She had a popsicle stuck in her mouth to fight the summer heat outside, even if we had the air conditioning on. Even if she didn’t have her mouthful, she’d probably have just as lazy a response anyway. For somebody as harmless as Hana who always paid her share of the rent and didn’t cause much trouble, it was clear she took some pleasure in being lazy and annoying. Sometimes she’d just act like a stray cat that had wandered into the apartment.

“What’s up with the shorts?”

I sat up on the couch to point at her ass. It was hard to miss. Hana was a pretty medium built girl but she had the biggest booty I’d ever seen. Wide childbearing hips supported two huge globes of ass cheeks. It stuck out in anything she wore (usually something tight) but today she was in a tank top and some tight white shorts. They clung to her ass, falling just short of covering her up as a bit of booty stuck out past the leg hole. Her tanned skin showed some of the paler lines beneath, and her long, straight black hair practically rested on her buns like they were pointing it out for you.

The shorts were mostly plain white, but they had a dark purple spiral printed on each cheek. She looked with her lazily half-lidded eyes between me and her shorts.

“Oh. These?”

“Yea.”

“The ones with the hypno spirals on the buns?”

“Yea. Why would you want those?”

Hana looked at me with her eternally disinterested stare and stuck her popsicle fully in her mouth. She pulled the stick out clean and flicked it listlessly into the trash.

“Aright… watch this.”

Hana turned away and planted her hands on top of the tv. Her wide booty blocked any view of the screen as she bent over and started bouncing her hips. Once she got some rhythm to her motion, she started outright twerking, bobbing her cheeks to wobble and clap together.

It was a weird spectacle to be sure. Hana was always hot but too annoying to really go out with, and her showing off rubbed all of that in. Her shorts rode up her ass and made the spiral patterns wave and twist like a cartoon trying to put someone under a spell.

The stupid novelty of the shorts wasn’t worth… theeeee… unnnnnndying mindless worship of that ass of a goddess. That booty worth dying for. That spankable fuckable piece of perfection. I couldn’t bring myself to blink. Only to stare at those beautifully dancing buns that seemed to whisper dirty talk to my soul with every clap of their suren calling cheeks.

“Feeling chilled out?,” my amazing and beautiful roommate chuckled.

Even her teasing laugh was sexy. I’d let her use and abuse me just to be able to look at that impossibly sexy ass each day.

“I’ll take that drooling as a yes,” she scoffed.

“Now you ready to worship this ass like a good little boy?”

“Uhhhh… yes, master,” I quickly agreed with my sluggish tone.

Thinking was suddenly harder than I remembered. So was talking. Thankfully all I had to do was stare enraptured at my goddess’ ass to guide me.

“Ugh. Master makes it sound gross. Call me ‘queen,” Hana decided with a bratty grimace.

“Yes, queen!” I blurted.

It felt so good to have her approval and guidance. Queen Hana knew everything. Much more than I did right now when thinking was so damn difficult.

“Good boy. Now come give your queen a kiss.”

Hana smacked her thick ass and I gladly lurched up to her. She had stopped twerking but the symbols that reminded me of her control were still there to hold and comfort my feeble brain. It was even more comforting when I buried my face between her cheeks, groping and kissing them in mindless worship. They were so warm and soft, better than I could have imagined. They were like the perfect pillows sent directly by my goddess herself. My mouth hung open, messily kissing every speck of shorts and flesh I could reach until it was damp with her sweat and my spittle. It all tasted heavenly anyway.

“Wow, okay. This worked even better than last time,” Hana chuckled.

“I’m gettin’ pretty good at this. Now c’mon. Drop those shorts, bigmouth.”

I was still kissing her buns as I pulled my pants down. I was unsurprisingly erect given the two mounds of perfection in my face. I moaned loudly as I couldn’t help but stroke myself from the euphoria that was being allowed to touch and obey my fat-bootied mistress.

“Not yours, dumbass! I forgot how braindead this all makes you… MY shorts. Take them off.”

I moaned into her ass, my pathetic attempts at an apology. I nodded up against her, rubbing my face up and down her tightly dressed crack. I yanked the shorts down clumsily, parting my lips from her for the briefest moment. I gladly went right back to kissing and licking her intense curves as soon as the bare, lightly tanned butt cheeks were in view. It felt like looking at the sun without being burned. Being so close to that perfect ass was such an immense relief, from the faintly salty taste to the musky smell of the twerking goddess. I grabbed her hips and started kissing firmer and deeper, unable to keep from licking lovingly up her crack and squeezing them harder to mash them against my face.

Hana broke into a giggle.

“Okay! Okay, that’s enough kissing. Put that dick to good use already.”

She slapped one of her ass cheeks, triggering an ocean of jiggles that vibrated against my face. I moaned as serving her became my only pleasure. I hurried up as she shifted to bend over the coffee table, resting on her knees while keeping her mesmerizing buns in my line of sight. It bounced with such perfect grace that I had no qualms about following and bending over her, committing my entire body to her pleasure. I thrust myself against her hips, letting my leaking cock rub over her buns. Queen Hana hummed as my firm head pressed past her asshole, already slick with my drool.

“Mmm, that’s it. Almost there, baby. Use that pea brain to aim a little lower… oooohh~! That’s it!”

My mistress let out a delighted purr that was absolute music to my ears. It felt like enough to reward me for another year of serving her with her pleasure alone. All because I pumped my unworthy dick inside her stunning ass. I wasn’t worthy of such rewards as her praise and charming voice. It made me hump with all I had, looking to satisfy my holy and hypnotic buttslutt as best I could.

Her horny moans surely gave me more than I deserved. Lusty panting came from her as she leaned over the table, bracing herself for my passionately worshiping erection. Her fleshy mountain of an ass padded my pumps, letting me go as deep as I could reach into her slick hole. Catching sight of my commanding goddess in the mirror with her eyes rolling and tongue hanging out with pleasure felt like it should have struck me blind with its beauty. I must have built up some resistance to her majesty after being submerged in her booty first, caking me in the protective smell and taste of her sweat.

I found myself humping in time with her high, squeaky panting without even thinking. I was no good at that anymore. I was only there to serve and please her, and I couldn’t be more thankful to find that I was doing just that. Queen Hana just gripped the table and braced herself, accepting my humble dickings coating her insides with more and more of my precum.

The commanding ass queen let out a shrill cry as her pleasure peaked. She arching her back and threw her dark hair back at me with a flourish. I helpfully caught it for her, and my unwitting hair pull pushed her over the edge. It drew me deeper inside her as her ass clenched around me, connecting with one firm and finalizing clap of her buns against my lap. I felt her whole body shake, blessing me with one of her orgasms. Her pleasure came before my own, of course, so I was left panting and bent over her as my dick pulsed inside her tight, huge ass.

“Ohh right. That thing. You’re allowed to cum,” Queen Hana permitted dismissively in her warm afterglow.

I obeyed. I obeyed hard and deep inside her, filling her with my appreciative cum. It paled in all the words and praises my flimsy mind wanted to give her, but it had to do for now. I leaned into the shorter goddess and squirted myself inside her. An unworthy donation left inside her temple of a booty. Hana gave a soft little sigh and relaxed her hips, letting my slick cock slide out of her.

“Good boy. Now get dressed and forget this ever happened. When I clap my cheeks, you’ll wake up feeling refreshed.”

I mindlessly obeyed. Even after I had orgasmed, obeying her words felt like the most rewarding part of all. I redressed and slumped back into the chair as she left to see to her certainly more important tasks. That fat, glorious booty bounced out of sight and down the hall annnnd… I… thought…?

…I thought it was too damn hot out today. Even with the apartment locked up and the AC blasting, I was somehow sweating up a storm. I tugged on my shirt and felt like I’d do anything to get out of these pants if I wouldn’t hear about it from Hana.

My bottomheavy roommate strode past the tv, her fat ass bouncing her shorts around like she owned the place.

“Somebody’s in a good mood today,” I noted suspiciously.

I watched her walk past with a spiraling shape on each of the cheeks of her shorts. I’d stared at it plenty of times, but I never felt like Hana would be worth sleeping with. She’s lazy, but way too controlling. No wonder she never had a boyfriend for as long as I knew her.

“What’s up with your shorts?” I asked curiously.

“Hmm~!?”

Hana turned with a tight, coy smile on her face. Like she knew something I didn’t and was savoring the secret.

“The shorts. With the things on your butt.”

“Oh that? Nothing,” she chimed.

She walked off to the kitchen with a spring in her step, shaking it proudly like she knew I was watching. I frowned and tried to focus on my tv and cooling off instead of her jiggling. Hana was a handful in more ways than one.

It was like just because her dad’s some famous magician, she thinks she can get away with anything.