This story is likely going to be the first of a new series, "Eat At Bambie's", all of which will be inspired by the amazing content of 'Bambie Brainwasher', an incredibly talent content creator I follow online. If you like this story or hypnotic/mind control/brainwashing, check her out!
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You've been driving for hours when you spot the sign in the distance. A beacon of hope just up ahead.
Bambie's.
Stomach growling with hunger and eyes heavy with exhaustion, you take the next exit and follow the road, driving towards it like a moth to a flame, wondering just what awaits you there.
Though the name conjures up images of sleazy strip clubs in your tired mind, as you pull up you see it appears to be little more than your run-of-the-mill middle-of-nowhere truck-stop diner but, honestly, you don't care what it is as long as they serve food inside.
You park your car and head for the door, and the moment you cross the threshold, the scent hits you.
It's difficult to put into words, this sweet, delectable aroma you can't seem to place. All you know for sure is the moment you first catch a whiff of it, you find yourself hungrier than you've ever been in your life.
Looking around, you notice the place looks fairly new, almost as if it sprung up overnight. The walls are white, with red spirals painted all over them. The more your eyes move across the place, the more of them you notice. Perhaps it's part of some strange theme you simply don't understand, or maybe they were already here when the place opened. You don't know, but as your stomach continues to growl even louder and your head begins to ache, you find you don't care and simply ignore them as best you can.
As well as the lights that seem to be reflecting off each one...
A sign greets you by the door, telling you to "Have A Seat." You do just that, sliding into the first empty booth you come across. All around you, a scattering of patrons even this late at night, although not a one of them pays you any mind, seemingly lost in their own little worlds.
On the table in front of you- white like the walls and covered with even more red spirals, you spot a small menu. Picking it up, you notice it's quite vague, yet strangely enticing all the same.
Bambie's
Try our Thighs, Breasts or Legs!
Best Milkshakes In The World!
You shrug lazily, hungry and tired and slightly light-headed from the scent still hanging listlessly in the air around you. The lack of options barely even registers, and you decide on the breast. After all, you enjoy a good chicken breast as much as the next person, and milkshakes are always a good choice.
Putting the menu down, you're surprised to see a woman standing beside your table. You never even heard her walk over, yet here she is.
She's on the short side, maybe a little over five foot in you were to guess, with long brown hair and piercing eyes whose color you can't quite seem to put a finger on. Her body is thick in all the right places, so much so that you find it almost impossible to decide where to stare as her uniform- if it is one, seeing as it appears to be little more than a white crop top and a pair of jean shorts, proudly shows off her ample chest and firm thighs.
A name tag beside her left breast reads 'Bambie', and you briefly wonder if she's a waitress, the owner, or both.
"Hi there," she begins, her voice sweet as honey with an undercurrent of authority. "What can I get you tonight?"
You try to shake off the daze filling your head but find it only grows stronger the longer she stands there looking at you, a small smile on her lips as you struggle between staring and finding the words. "Um... Breast... And a milkshake... Please...."
Her smile gets bigger at the sound of that. "Good choice," she replies with a wink, then walks over to the counter. All the while, you watch her go, your eyes immediately drawn to her incredible ass- bouncing along beneath the denim of her shorts for all the world to see.
For a moment, you could almost swear that you saw one of the spirals from the wall- or perhaps the counter or the floor, suddenly appear on each of her meaty cheeks, but you shake it off. You're just so tired and hungry, you're starting to see things...
Bambie heads behind the counter and out of sight, and you let your eyes move around the rest of the diner once more. The other patrons all seem to be sitting quietly, and though you find it strange, it's also quite soothing, this calming silence.
Except it isn't truly silent.
You listen closely and realize you can almost hear something soft gliding through the air. Music? Words? You aren't sure. All you know is whatever it is, it makes you feel calm. Relaxed. Sleepy.
After a few moments, you feel your eyes start to get heavy, the exhaustion from the long drive seeming to get even stronger by the minute, but you try to fight it. You don't want to be asleep when your food arrives- it'd be quite rude.
Before you know it, Bambie returns, although she appears to be empty-handed.
You're about to say something- to ask about your order, or the strange music or even the scent in the air, but something unexpected occurs.
She stands before you and, as you watch, her hands slowly begin to lift her top.
Transfixed, your eyes can only stare as the fabric moves up her amble chest, showing off the soft, milky-white flesh underneath until at long last her hands bring the uniform up and over her breasts.
And then, you see them.
Two massive mammaries, bigger than you've ever seen in person, and completely naked.
Her hands cup them for the briefest of moments, although they can barely contain them, and the next thing you know, she's let them go. They drop like enormous balloons, jiggling as gravity takes hold, and drawing your gaze to them.
"Do you like my breasts?" Bambie asks, her voice flirty but firm, and you nod your head in time with her bouncing bosom.
"The sight of big, swinging breasts just fills you with pleasure, doesn't it?"
