This story is the second part of my series, "Eat At Bambie's", all of which are inspired by the amazing 'Bambie Brainwasher', an incredibly talent content creator. If you like this story or hypnotic/mind control/brainwashing, check her out!
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It's late afternoon, and you're looking for a quick bite. Nothing special, just something to keep you going on the long drive ahead.
Usually, you'd been going until you stumbled across something familiar, but this time, a sign catches your attention the moment you lay eyes on it.
Bambie's.
Deciding to give it a shot, you pull into the empty parking lot of the diner, pleased to seemingly have the place all to yourself.
You park and head inside, the bell above the door ringing out as you enter, a welcoming sound, as well as the chimes of your doom.
Looking around, you quickly confirm that, indeed, there doesn't appear to be anyone else here right now.
Except, of course, for the young woman currently bent over a nearby table.
Her ass is raised and on full display, and you find yourself torn between wanting to stare at the incredible and unexpected sight in front of you- barely contained behind the jean shorts she wearing and looking away. You don't want to be rude, but it's so hard to look away. Her ass is so big, so thick, as are the lovely thighs you notice next as she moves along, that you can only stare, completely and utterly enamored by the sight of her body.
Everything about her gets your blood pumping. The soft, brown hair cascading down her back, the plushy, cushion-like thighs, her thick, juicy ass. A part of you wants nothing more than to idle up behind her and rub your cock against her, but you remain where you stand, fighting off every naughty urge in your mind.
So you watch, and after a moment or two, she finally seems to notice you. And once she does, she blushes a little and offers you a sweet smile, turning to greet you even as your eyes shift focus to her big pillowy breasts, both barely contained by the white top she's wearing.
"Sorry, didn't hear you come in. Have a seat, I'll be right with you..."
You take a seat by the counter, a little embarrassed, and determined to keep your attention on something besides her and her incredible ass and thick thighs and soft breasts and- you shake your head and look around. There isn't all that much here to distract you.
The walls are white and nearly bare, save for the strange red spirals painted all over them- as well as on every other surface you can see. The counter in front of you, the stools around you, the tables, chairs and booths she's currently wiping down, her ass once more in the air.
Again, you turn away, noticing the menu on the counter- if you can even call it that, as well as the spirals all over it.
With nothing else to do, you pick the latter up and look it over, hoping to figure out what you're going to order.
It doesn't have all that much to offer, but what is there is more than enough to send your mind wandering down some naughty paths once more.
Bambie's
Try Our Thighs, Breasts Or Legs!
Best Milkshakes In The World!
You groan, seemingly unable to escape thoughts of the woman's thick, meaty thighs, and you flip the menu over. The entire back of it is covered in even more spirals, and the more you look at them, the lighter your head begins to feel.
For a moment, you'd almost swear they were starting to move around but you shake it off, blaming your hunger and sudden light-headedness, and decide to turn around and look at the rest of the diner.
As well as the woman still cleaning tables.
She's hard at work, bottom raised in the air as she wipes down the spiral-covered surfaces.
And that's not the only thing that's hard you quickly realize.
Looking down, you notice the tent you've begun pitching in your shorts, and you feel slightly embarrassed. You hope she doesn't notice, although you can't blame your cock for its actions. After all, her thighs and ass look so good, it's no big surprise they'd get your blood pumping down there.
So you wait, and you watch her work, her body seemingly moving in time with some unknown music- or perhaps it's the strange sound you've begun to notice filling the air around you. Almost imperceptible, yet if you focus, you can catch bits and pieces of it. Words, a beat, but nothing you can put your finger on.
Even so, whatever it is, it's oddly soothing, and long with the almost constant swaying of her body, you find yourself feeling more and more relaxed. More and more sleepy. You almost wish you'd chosen a booth rather than the stool, so you could just sink and fall asleep as you watch her go.
The more she moves about, the harder you find it is to tear your gaze away from her. Your eyes- droopy as they are, are continually drawn to her body, to her ass, her thighs. And though she is across the diner, you'd almost swear she was getting closer by the second.
You blink, once, twice, three times, almost certain your mind is playing tricks on you. Yet the sight doesn't seem to change. With every passing moment, she seems to be coming ever closer, her ass and thighs filling your field of vision until they are the only things you can see.
Shaking your head, you notice her long brown hair hanging in front of you, feel the warmth of her body pressed against your crotch.
That's when you realize it isn't your imagination.
She's really there.
Looking down, you notice she's right in front of you now, her ass in the air and nearly in your lap as she cleans up something from the spiral-covered floor in front of your chosen stool, almost as if she's forgotten that you're even there.
You hold back a groan, the feeling of her soft, thick ass pressed against you almost more than you can bear. You want so badly to grab hold of her, to fuck her in the ass, but you can't.
