New Entry For The Poll Driven Story “Brickhouse Vs Hypnodactyl”

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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is average length at just over 4,000 words. The entry focuses on huge breasts, with their reveal in the scene playing out almost like a breast growth scene. There is also plenty of mind control, including spiral eyes and a battle of wills when the victim momentarily breaks free.

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Hypnodactyl raised his arms, spreading them out wide to display his wings. “I’ve got some ideas, but all of them would be better indulged in private. You’ll be coming back to my penthouse,” he told her, moving his arms to flap the wings, leading to him hovering off the ground. “I’ve had you in my hypnotic gaze long enough for it to be safe for me to break eye contact for a short time. You will grab onto my back so I can fly you to our destination.”

He flapped his wings harder, raising himself further off the ground as he turned his back to the hypnotized superheroine. Once his back was to her she leaped on, clinging to the muscular green villain. Hypnodactyl had to flap furiously for a few moments, the weight of the hulking, red-skinned superheroine almost too much for him to bear, but in the end he proved strong enough to lift her.

A moment later the two were flying into the sky, heading for the supervillain’s penthouse.

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Hypnodactyl’s penthouse was on the top floor of its building, with a deck large enough to contain a small pool. The moment they landed beside the pool the green supervillain shrugged Brickhouse off his shoulders. “You’re a lot heavier than you look,” he grumbled as he stretched then cracked his back. “Archbaroness better be right about how much of that weight is tits,” he grumbled as he turned to face Brickhouse.

She was still hypnotized, her body slouched forward with her arms hanging limply at her sides, but her eyes were not as empty as he’d like to see them. Hypnodactyl locked his eyes on hers, willing the pupil-less yellow of them to turn into the hypnotic spirals.

“Stand up straight,” he told her, eyes wide as he pushed his powers into overdrive to ensure she remained deeply enthralled. “Your will is weak, but I’ve not spent nearly enough time putting you under my control,” he muttered. “And I think the short flight here scared you. I DID struggle to carry you that far and nearly dropped you twice. Even under my control women still feel their emotions, and strong ones can endanger my control over them. I suppose the fear I might drop you was nearly enough to wake you from your obedient trance, but we’ll fix that.”

He stepped closer, opening his eyes wider as he sent another mental blast of his power into her. “You will keep eye contact as you follow me into my home. You will lose your mind in the swirling spirals eating away at your will to resist. You will sink DEEP into a sea of obedience till you’re drowning in it. The only thing saving you will be me, my command, my every whim. You shall cling to me for dear life, knowing only obedience to me is all that’s keeping you from disappearing into a sea of empty-minded despair, never to be seen again.”

The whole time he was talking he’d been slowly walking backwards, keeping intense eye contact with Brickhouse while leading her first off his deck then slowly through a door into his penthouse’s living room.

If Brickhouse had been able to look away from the supervillain’s hypnotic gaze to look around the room she’d have seen that it once belonged to someone who was very wealthy but lived a simple life filled with nothing beyond acquiring more wealth and spending some of that money to show off how much they’d accumulated.

Spread throughout the room were things that Hypnodactyl had added to the penthouse since he used his powers to steal it. There were several pieces of sturdy “furniture” that would have been more at home in a kink club and painfully stood out in an otherwise sterile living room. A few tables and cabinets had been cleared of whatever bland but expensive art once filled them and were now stuffed with piles of equally expensive sex toys and BDSM gear.

“We’ll have uninterrupted privacy here,” Hypnodactyl told Brickhouse. “As long as I let you go by the end of the day, before your disappearance is noticed. More than enough time for me to have my way with you in whatever way pleases me most. And if I’m not bored with you by the end of the day? Well, I can always leave an impulse or outright command for you to return.”

His beak opened as a disturbingly long tongue licked lips that weren’t there. “Now, it’s time to begin. But I’m not looking to jump right into fucking you. We’ve all day, I want to take this slow.”

The villain kept his eyes locked on Brickhouse’s but started to back away from her, holding a hand up and telling her to remain where she was. She obeyed without comment, remaining in the center of the room, arms hanging at her sides, staring empty-eyed into his hypnotic gaze.

Hypnodactyl backed away, slipping his thumbs into the band of the loincloth he wore. A simple tug down and the thing fell to his ankles. He stepped out of it, leaving himself naked as he continued backing away from Brickhouse till he reached a large recliner. The positioning of the chair left it looking a bit like a throne once the supervillain was sitting in it.

He did not lean back, instead, he sat upright and leaned forward slightly as he kept his eyes locked on Brickhouse’s. “You WILL obey,” he told her in his most commanding tone as he sent a heavy pulse of hypnotic power into her mind.

“I… Will… Obey,” Brickhouse repeated back, voice empty and slow.

“Even after I break eye contact. You will obey. You will do what I say, when I say, how I say. No matter how much you don’t want to.”

“Even after you break eye contact,” Brickhouse said with a slow nod of agreement.

She paused between sentences as Hypnodactyl pulsed his hypnotic powers, momentarily overwhelming her mind. Brickhouse’s eyelids grew heavy and her mouth fell open, causing a bit of drool to dribble out. A moment later Hypnodactyl let his hypnotic power return to its normal level, allowing her the brain power to continue.

“I will obey,” she muttered in a robotic monotone as she stared into his eyes, lost to his power. “I will do what you say, when you say, how you say,” she continued, drooling a bit as she spoke. “No matter how much I don’t want to,” she added before falling silent, her mouth hanging half open as she continued to drool on herself.

“Good,” Hypnodactyl declared as he leaned back in the recliner, resting his hands on the armrests to make it look even more like a throne. “When I tell you to begin you will start by stripping for me, although even if I tell you to take it slow it can’t possibly take very long. A pair of clunky boots and a simple black sleeveless, legless bodysuit. Not much of a costume if I’m being honest, but somehow fitting for a simple brute like you. Shows off those impressively muscled, red-skinned limbs you have.”

He finally broke eye contact with the hypnotized superheroine, the spirals in his eyes fading. “Boots first,” he barked as his eyes ran slowly down her body. “Then you’ll take the bodysuit off,” he told her as his eyes ran back up her body. “Start from the top, I want a good, slow reveal of this special bra I’ve heard so much about. Then down to reveal whether you’re wearing any kind of panties under there. The discovery that so few of you super sluts wear them has been exciting, and I always like to drag out the reveal for as long as I can.”

After a short pause to savor his anticipation Hypnodactyl got more comfortable in his chair, spreading his legs open as he did. This left his massive, green, flaccid member draped over the front of the chair. “You shall begin now,” he told Brickhouse. “But remember,” he added quickly, “you are stripping, NOT ripping your costume off! I intend on sending you away with no evidence of what has happened here today, which means your costume must remain intact and unsoiled. Understand?”

“Yes,” Brickhouse replied in a blank monotone as she knelt down to unlace her boots.

“THAT can go quickly,” he told her. “I’m a freaky, self-indulgent perve, but I’m not one of those sicko foot-freaks. Although,” he said, watching her slip first one then another boot off, “I think I’d like you to toss me a sock.”

Brickhouse slipped her socks off, shoving one in a boot before tossing it across the room, then keeping the second sock in her hand as she stood. She kicked the remaining boot, sending it stumbling towards its pair, while tossing the sock in her hand to Hypnodactyl.

The supervillain caught the sock then sat up slightly, holding it to his beak where there were two nostril holes. He closed his eyes as he inhaled long and deep, shuddering slightly. “It might not seem like it,” he said as he opened his eyes and tossed the sock away, “but I’ve incredibly sensitive olfactory senses. It’s not just that I can smell better, it’s that I can smell things normal humans can’t.”

He put his hands back on the armrests of the chair as he leaned back into the seat. “You’ve no idea how much the smell of a woman’s cunt can tell me about them and their mood. I can smell when a woman is aroused from across the room, and the changes in that aroma can tell me details about what they find arousing, almost to the point that it sometimes feels like I can read their minds.”

As he spoke Brickhouse had begun to slowly take her costume off. She went slow, just as he’d commanded. He had just finished what he was saying when she peeled it down past the special high-tech bra she used to keep her massive breasts compressed and hidden.

“Doesn’t look so special,” Hypnodactyl observed with bored skepticism. “Just a tight black sports bra keeping a big pair of tits pressed together in a smooshed unattractive flat slab of chest. Makes you look almost like a man, a muscular man with big pecs. If Archbaroness was lying about what the bra does and what it’s hiding…”

He trailed off as Brickhouse began to peel the tight costume off her crotch. The villain’s body tensed, causing him to lean forward slightly as he watched the slow reveal of the woman’s sex. “Delicious,” Hypnodactyl said before licking his “lips”. “No panties. I knew it. I love how so many of you super sluts wander around all day, no underwear on, your pussy juices and cunt reek just soaking into your costumes.”

Brickhouse slipped the costume off then stood before tossing it to where her shoes were.

“And just as hairless as every other superheroine I’ve had my way with,” Hypnodactyl continued. “Never was a fan of pubic hair, was overjoyed when I found out everyone loses all their pubic hair when their Power-Gene activates. I’m sure I’d still center my life on supersnatch even if most of you supersluts were running around with thick bushes, but I appreciate I don’t have to deal with it.

“But look at YOUR supernsatch! No… Not literally, you dumb cunt. Stand up, come closer. Within arm’s reach, I want a GOOD look at it. Hell, I want a good SMELL of it,” he added, sitting up and leaning closer to sniff her pussy. “Wonderfully fragrant,” he sighed after inhaling deeply.

“I can tell it’s been some time since you’ve gotten off,” he told her as he closed his eyes and inhaled again. “I understand why you supersluts try to hold off. Cum too often or too hard and it depowers most of you. But holding off too long is dangerous, which means you’ll be easily turned on. Hell, I know if you sluts go long enough just the sight of a hard cock is enough to have you on your knees begging.”

He opened his eyes, taking in the sight of her pussy. “It’s so fucking red. And big! You’re a BIG woman, of course you’ve got a huge cunt. You’re all woman, yet it looks almost out of place beside all that hard muscle definition on your powerful thighs and those unfeminine washboard abs. Something so grossly masculine about how muscular you are, yet here’s this womanly red cunt right in my face. It’s deliciously perverse!

“Seeing my huge green cock shoved into that red monster cunt is going to be a joy I’ll never forget. Oh yes, I’m going to have soooooooo much fun playing with you even if what’s hidden under that ‘special’ bra turns out to be exaggeration or outright lies.”

He leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable once again. “Stay right here. Close, just within reach. Looming over me like the lumbering red monster you are. I want to look up and see these supposed monster tits of yours revealed slowly. If they are actually as big as Archbaroness said I want to feel like I’m in danger of being crushed by them when they fall free,” he said with a cruel laugh.

His eyes had been on her chest, all his focus on imagining what her breasts would look like once they were revealed. If he’d been looking at her face he’d have noticed the small micro expressions that had flashed across her face when he made the humiliating comment about her breasts’ size. It was the kind of thing he noticed, a little sign that a victim’s emotional response to something he’d said or asked them to do was endangering his control over them.

By the time he looked up to meet the hypnotized heroine’s eyes the moment had passed and there was no sign in her vacant expression that warned his control over her was more fragile than he thought it was.

“Now the bra,” Hypnodactyl commanded. “But slowly, OH SO SLOWLY,” he said as he wiggled his butt and got comfortable in his chair.

His eyes bulged as he watched her reach up and dig her fingers into the underside of the bra. It was a little thing, but with how focused on her he was he could see just how tightly the article of clothing was pressed into her body. If she hadn’t been covered in such dense, steel-hard muscles the bra would probably have been visibly biting into her skin.

“Lord, look at that. As strong as you are, even you are having a hard time getting your fingers under there,” Hypnodactyl observed. “I’m strong, but I’m seeing that Archbaroness was telling the truth, even I wouldn’t have been strong enough to get it off you. Although in a way I AM going to be taking it off. See, the way I look at it, when a woman is under my control, doing only what I make her do, making her do something is almost like doing it myself.

“As long as you are under my control you’re just an extension of my will. An obedient meat puppet,” he said, leaning forward in his seat as he rambled more quickly with excited enthusiasm that was being intensified by the sight of Brickhouse finally digging her fingertips into the underside of the bra.

“Oh yes, it’s a glorious thing,” he rambled on, watching her start to force the high-tech garment up slightly from her body. “To control a normal woman like that? Pah! It’s… It’s nothing. But a powerful woman? An important woman? A woman strong enough to rip me in half without breaking a sweat? To dominate her mind with but a glance? THAT pleases me.”

He opened his beak-like mouth to continue but just then the hypnotized superheroine began to expose the very bottom of her breasts. That silenced the supervillain, causing him to lean back in his chair and enjoy the show in rapt silence.

His eyes darted from the tantalizing sliver of soft red breast flesh being revealed to glance at the massive, thick muscles of her arms. They were flexing as she strained to get the bra off and release her breasts.

As Brickhouse slowly pulled the bra free she revealed gradually more and more soft red breast flesh. At first Hypnodactyl was unimpressed with what was being revealed. As it started to slip and sag out from under the bra he could see the tit meat was significantly softer than most superheroine’s breasts, but there didn’t seem to be more than it looked like was there under the bra.

Then the magic began. More flesh started to slip free, FAR more than seemed possible. Every second that passed progressively more soft, ample tit meat practically oozed and flowed out of the underside of the bra as the hypnotized superheroine lifted it more. Hypnodactyl found himself blinking in amazement. More and more red soft breast flesh slipped free, leaving it looking like the mass of soft flesh was growing!

It was clear to him that Archbaroness had not been lying. If anything, she might have been underselling just how much the bra compressed the hulking woman’s titanic tits.

He’d been a lover of large, natural breasts even before his powers had activated. He couldn’t begin to count how many times he’d jerked off to videos online of “tit drops”. After his powers activated he hadn’t had to watch videos anymore, he’d only needed to find a well-endowed woman and command her to play out the beloved moment of heavy breasts being slowly revealed then dropping free of whatever garment had been hiding them.

But this? This hulking brute revealing breasts impossibly big? This was turning into a tit drop he knew he might never see the likes of again. The moment of the drop was coming, he could feel it. The ample soft red flesh slipping free of the bra was falling out faster. Soon gravity and the loosening of the bra would combine to reach critical mass and the drop would happen.

Then it happened. The rest of Brickhouse’s mass of sagging soft tit flesh slipped free and dropped into sight. It was a stunning mass of flesh that plopped heavily down the heroine’s front with a heavy, meaty slapping of soft flesh onto her hard body.

Hypnodactyl sat, stunned and silent, as he stared at Brickhouse’s massive red mammaries in all their colossal glory. Fat, wide, and soft. Each sagged softly down her front, drooping past her belly button. Breasts that large on a normal woman would have been massive, but scaled up on a woman as overlarge as her? Each tit had to be at least as big as a normal woman’s entire torso!

It wasn’t just their size that left him so stunned. It was how soft they were and how much natural sag there was to them. He was used to even the bustiest superheroine often having breasts so firm they looked almost, but not quite, fake. Compared to most superheroines Brickhouse’s tits were grossly soft and sagging. And having them attached to a woman with such a hard, muscular body left them almost looking like the sagging udders of a late middle-aged obese woman.

“Cock-hardeningly disgusting,” Hypnodactyl muttered in awe as he stared up in reverence at the massive mammaries that HAD left him feeling like he HAD been in danger of being crushed as they’d dropped into sight.

It was exactly the wrong thing to say. It was something he wouldn’t have dared to utter if he’d noticed the expression on Brickhouse’s face. But he hadn’t been looking at her face, he’d been consumed by the sight of her colossal tits, so he had failed to notice how much the shame of revealing her breasts had threatened to break her free of his control.

And now he’d verbalized how turned on he was by how disgusting he found them. It was a verbal barb that sent a flash of shame burning through Brickhouse, a flare of emotion that broke his control over her.

Brickhouse blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. “W-where am I?” She saw the supervillain, naked and sitting in the recliner like it was a throne with his offensively large green member standing erect, and reeled back in disgust. Then she looked down and saw SHE was naked as well. The hulking heroine let out a pathetically feminine squawk of displeasure as she tried, and woefully failed, to gather her massive mammaries in her arms to hide them.

“I remember now,” she snarled, glaring at Hypnodactyl. “You son of a bitch! I’ll make you pay,” she added, dropping her breasts to lift a fist as she started to charge him.

Hypnodactyl had been so taken by surprise by her sudden waking from her trance that he’d sat, stunned into inaction, for far too long. If Brickhouse had managed to deliver the superpowered blow she probably would have struck hard enough to take the villain out with one hit.

But the blow never landed. Brickhouse was only used to fighting while her bra was on, which kept the substantial size and weight of her breasts compressed so much that they functionally didn’t feel like they existed to her. As she started to lunge at the supervillain the shifting of weight was more than enough to throw her off balance and cause her to stumble. She tripped, collapsing onto the ground beside Hypnodactyl’s chair.

The supervillain finally shook himself free of the stupor he was in and jumped into action, leaping from his chair and getting out of reach of the hulking, naked superheroine while positioning himself to make eye contact.

“You’re going to pay for making me expose my breasts,” Brickhouse growled as she started to scramble to her feet. She looked up at Hypnodactyl, glaring at her foe. It was a mistake she paid for almost instantly.

As her eyes met his the pupil-less yellow became spinning spirals she found herself unable to look away from. Brickhouse, just getting to her feet, gasped in alarm. The mental haze of his control over her had left her recent memories foggy. She’d known he was controlling her but didn’t remember it had been via eye control. Now it was too late and she was falling under his spell again.

“No,” she grunted, stumbling back and fighting to break eye contact but unable to. “Won’t— Can’t!”

“You can and you WILL,” Hypnodactyl declared as he slowly advanced on her, eyes open wide as he used his powers to bludgeon her will to resist.

She’d been so easy to take control of earlier… Why was it so hard now? It had to be her tits. She was so ashamed of them and feared what he was going to make her do that it was making an otherwise weak and pliable mind resistant to his control.

It didn’t matter. Her eyes were locked onto his and there would be no escape. “Submit,” he told her as he drew closer. “SUBMIT!”

Brickhouse was backing away, grunting and growling as she tried and failed to break eye free of the supervillain’s hypnotic gaze. She backed into a coffee table, tripping then crashing through it.

The sight of her huge breasts shifting and flopping about as she fell was too perversely disgusting a sight for Hypnodactyl to miss. He HAD to look, breaking precious eye contact to watch the way their fluid mass shift, jiggled, and bounced as the hulking heroine tumbled through the table onto her ass.

That brief moment of relief was enough for Brickhouse to shake off the control he’d begun to reassert. Knowing she had to keep from meeting his eyes she rolled over, crushing what was left of the coffee table, and started to frantically crawl away from the supervillain. She had to get away! A door, any door, get to it and close it to give her a moment away from his terrible eyes to gather her thoughts.

Once more her breasts, which she was not used to dealing with in a combat situation, betrayed her. They were so large that crawling on her hands and knees left them dragging on the floor. They were also incredibly sensitive that the feel of them dragging across the floor was too much for her to bear.

Brickhouse groaned and whimpered in dismay, dropping to the ground and rolling onto her side as she tried to hug her titanic tits to her chest to soothe and protect them.

“You WILL submit,” Hypnodactyl said, looming over her as he caught her eye.

Brickhouse whimpered, “No… please…” She’d looked up instinctively as he spoke to her, meeting his eyes before she realized what she was doing. Only a glance, it was all it took. Her eyes were locked onto his again, unable to look away. His will battling hers, beating down her independence. Dominating her. Consuming her.

“You will submit,” Hypnodactyl said with a sigh of relief as Brickhouse’s tense body began to ease. “You will rise, having submitted,” he told her, backing away to keep out of arm’s reach just in case.

Brickhouse slowly rose to her feet in silence. Her eyes were wide and empty, her expression slack. She stood, back straight, arms hanging limply at her sides as she stared into the supervillain’s spiral-filled eyes. “Won’t… won’t submit…” she muttered.

“You will. You ARE submitting,” Hypnodactyl told her. He sounded strained but relieved. The bit of resistance she had left was meaningless, the battle was over. It was just a matter of using his powers to squash what remained of her independence. “It’s over,” he declared, willing his victory into existence.

“Over,” Brickhouse muttered as her head drooped to the side. “Submit…” At the last syllable her mouth hung open. Thanks to the slight tilt of her head drool started to pool then leak from the corner of her mouth.

“Yes, it’s over,” Hypnodactyl told her as he took a few steps closer. “But I need to ensure you don’t break free again. Stare long and deep into my eyes! You must open your mind fully to me, you must let my will completely eclipse yours. Stare. Sink. Sink DEEP. Drown in my dominating will!”

Brickhouse gave no response. She simply stared into his hypnotic eyes, drooling on herself while sinking ever deeper into an obedient trance.

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