>You tell yourself you're going to stand up to her, to tell her you're a man and deserve to be treated like one.
She smiles at you like a child bringing her a drawing.
>You tell her you're an adult and she needs to stop treating you like her pet.
She lifts the covers and invites you to come talk with her in bed.
>You refuse, but now you're looking at her naked body it's so much harder to remember all your carefully thought out and worded arguments.
She giggles and thinks its so cute how aroused you get just by seeing her massive tits. She says it's okay if you can't remember everything you needed to say, you can just come and snuggle with her in bed until you can remember.
>You feel decades of mental and physical conditioning kick in and your feet are moving on their own.
She easily removes and discards the flimsy material of the skimpy outfit which is all she lets you wear, and forcefully shoves your face between her massive tits before firmly lodging your cock between her thighs.
>You try to speak but everything is just a muffled, garbled mess between her cleavage, her tits so big they easily envelop your entire head.
She gently strokes your back and asks what it was you wanted to talk about, even as you begin to mindlessly rut into her thick, fat thighs so readily lubricated by her pussy.
>You feel your worries and cares melting away as she possessively wraps her arms around you.
She smiles. Eventually you'll stop asking questions. Eventually you'll forget what life was ever like before this.