What Are Friends For

Greetings everyone. Here's a quick little mind-control story for you all. Afraid the picture is merely to set the mood, but hopefully you'll enjoy the story anyway.

“What the fuck did you do to her!?!”

“Her who?”

“Damnit, you know who! What did you do to my mom!?!”

“Hey, you're the one who asked me to hypnotize her. I did, and it worked, she totally forgot about that DUI you got last month. And the bail money you owe her. What's the problem?”

“The problem?! She just got a fucking BOOBJOB, that's the fucking problem!”

“Oh, yeah, that. So, I might have added a few other suggestions while she was tranced out. So what? Hey, how do they look?”

“WHAT?! She's my mom, you bastard, how can you even—oh, fuck it! I'm going to fucking kill you!!”

“You could, but then who's going to stop her?”

“Stop her from what?! What else did you do to her?!”

“Oh, nothing really, I just thought she could do with a little more fun in her life. I mean, your parents divorced like three years ago, and I bet she hasn't been laid once since then. And she's a hot piece of ass, even before she got her tits inflated.”

“DUDE, what the fuck?! She's my mom, don't talk about her like that!”

“Okay, okay. But you know it's true. Anyway, I planted a few other little suggestions in that head of hers while she was under. Now that her tits are done, the rest should be triggering any moment now. She's about to become the perfect little MILF, with a real appetite for teenage cock. And I'm the only one who knows her control phrase, and can turn her back to normal.”

“You fucking bastard! I'm going to beat your ass!! Tell me her control word or whatever, or I swear--”

“Fine, fine. It's 'Purple Banana', okay?”

“Purple Banana. You sure?”

“Of course I'm sure, man. Just say 'Purple Banana' and she'll totally go back into trance. Then you can turn off my suggestions.”

“Fine. But this isn't over. If something happens to her, I'm going to--”

“Oh, wait, that's her control phrase to start sucking cock. You probably shouldn't tell her that--”

“WHAT?!”

“Sorry, I think her phrase was 'Silver Surprise'... no, wait, that's her trigger for shoving her vibrator up her a--”

“DUDE!!!?!!”

“Sorry, I use a lot of triggers. Hey, tell you what?”

“What!?! Man, I'm going to beat the shit out of you for thi--”

“Momma's Boy.”

“...Wow, man, I feel... I feel... weird, man.”

“That's totally normal, Momma's Boy.”

“Woah... what's... happening... Dude, why am I here?”

“You came over to brag about your mom's hot new titties, remember?”

“What?... Oh, yeah, right.... Mom's new tits.... Hey, man, I know this'll sound totally fucking creepy and all, but... do you think you could, ya know, hypnotize my mom again? I mean, can she handle taking those pills again so soon?”

“Oh, no problem man. I left a phrase behind last time, so I can put her back into a trance any time I want. No need to drug her at dinner or anything like last month. I just need a few moments alone with her and she'll be right back in a trance. Then I can pump her little head full of whatever you want in there.”

“Cool... So... So, can you hypnotize her to... let you fuck her?”

“What?! Dude, you want me to fuck your mom?!”

“No!!... Well... I mean... yeah. Look man, she's got huge tits now, and I know you've had the hots for her since middle school, at least. And if not you, then who knows who she's going to start fucking? I'm going to college next fall, I don't want to come home every weekend just to find she's banging some weird asshole boyfriend. Some old banker guy probably. Fuck, he'll probably want to pretend to be my new dad or something. That'd be so fucking annoying... Oh, come on dude, you totally owe me.”

“Owe you? I already made her forget that DUI, remember?”

“Okay, fine. Here, I'll pay you, two-hundred bucks this time, alright?”

“Well... okay, I guess.”

“And then you'll hypnotize her to fuck you, right?”

“Yes. But you swear you won't be freaked out or anything? I mean, this isn't going to get weird, right? I don't want this to get between us. Not like that bitch Angela last year, she almost ruined our friendship.”

“Are you kidding? Bros before hos, man, all the way! Ain't no bitch coming between us.”

“Even if that bitch is your mother?”

“Hey, watch your mouth! And no. Hell, you'll be doing me a favor. You'll keep her happy and busy, and I don't have to worry about some dumbass stranger in my house when I'm not around. Win, win.”

“Well, since I have your blessing and all. No hard feelings over making your mom get her tits inflated without asking you first?”

“Nah, man. Just don't make her do anything weird, like get tattoos or start making porn films on the side, or something. She's still my mom, you know.”

“No worries, dude. You're mom's in good hands.”

“Thanks man, you're a real lifesaver.”

“Hey, what are friends for?”