The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Late one night, or rather early one morning on Prior Road, everything was quiet. It was a clear and starry night and everyone was asleep. Everyone that is, except for one teenage boy cursed with insomnia. A rather average looking boy, with brown hair and no significant build… his face was currently his only visible feature as his LCD monitor lit up the otherwise dark room. Malcolm Hart was working on his computer in his room, what could only be described as an attic, a pastime for moments when he couldn’t sleep. These were the times where he had his best ideas. You see, a few years earlier, he had decided to change his curse of insomnia into a valuable asset and began writing a novel in the depths of night. Two years later his novel was near completion.

Malcolm was rapping away at his keyboard, adding in sentences here and there to the penultimate chapter when his instant messenger alerted him of a new e-mail message in his inbox.

“That’s odd,” he thought, “No one’s ever up this late to send me an email, must be some junk mail that made it past the filter.” He ignored the alert and it faded back into the taskbar as he carried on with his story.

A few moments later another alert popped up, telling him about a second email. “Fucking spiders probably found my email somewhere on the web and added me to a mailing list.” He ignored the alert again, but found that it was in vain as a third alert arrived before the previous finished fading off. Suddenly his screen was filled as alerts popped up one after the other in a matter of milliseconds.

“What the hell is going on here?” he thought as he clicked one of the links, opening his inbox. “Forty-five new messages? That’s ridiculous! And they all seem to be from the same sender: MPC.” He opened the most recent one and read:

Dear Malcolm Hart,

Due to your lack of activity to our previous message(s), we have sent you another email to ensure that you receive what is rightfully intended for you. Please see attached.

Thank you,

MPC Corporation.

“Right, like I’m falling for that scam. There’s no way I’m going to lose my entire novel to a virus.” He exited the screen and kept typing on his word processor. Another alert popped up. “Oh my god!” he thought as he clicked the link, “I’m going to block that address.” He opened the message expecting to see the same thing as before but was surprised to see it had changed.

Dear Malcolm Hart,

At MPC Corporation, we appreciate that you have taken the time to read one of our messages. However we do not believe that you understand the importance of this attachment. Please reconsider and download our exceptional program.

MPC Corporation.

“That’s so strange,” thought the startled boy, “How did they know that an email was opened?” Malcolm sat at his computer desk rereading the massive amount of emails sent to him, when another one finally popped up.

“Fine, I’ll bite,” he thought, “but first I’m going to back up my novel.” He attached his external hard drive to his system and stored his novel, along with all of his other important files, and then disconnected the drive. He clicked the link for the attachment and selected Save. “Four gigs? Holy crap that’s huge! Guess it’s going to take a while; may as well do something else to kill time.”

Malcolm descended into the rec area of his house and began surfing through television channels as he plopped down onto the couch. Being 17 years old and having never seen a pair of breasts in the flesh, it’s pretty obvious that his channel surfing was geared towards finding some foreign porno or an ad for Girls Gone Crazy, which were both pretty common at that time of night.

“You’d think with hundreds of satellite channels, I’d be able to find something hot, much faster,” Malcolm thought as his frustrated mind started to drift from the TV to some of his classmates, the female ones in particular. An image of Stacy Rathers popped into his head, or since internet porn supplied the only image of a nude woman that Malcolm could conjure with his mind, an image of Stacy’s face plastered onto a porn star body. Being able to picture the blonde-haired, blue-eyed vixen dancing through his mind was enough to let Malcolm put up with her bitchy attitude towards him and the other non-athletes.

Her beauty (some would call it hotness) made her a part of the popular clique in school and, like all of her friends, felt superior to everyone under her. She really was a divine creature, arguably the best looking in her class, even without the DD boobs Malcolm was currently picturing on her, but her thoughts regarding anyone not cool enough to be in her group made her a downright bitch, even towards superiors like the teaching staff. But enough about her for now, this is a story about Malcolm, who at that moment was drifting to sleep with a stupid grin on his face.

A loud booming voice made the boy wake with a start, “MALCOLM! Wake up, you need to leave for school in an hour,” bellowed Jack, his father, “And if I find you watching TV at night again, I’m going to ground you.” Jack then grabbed his suitcase and left out the front door.

“Why can’t he understand that it’s my insomnia keeping me up, not cartoons of stupid men married to hot chicks,” Malcolm thought as he groggily got off the couch. He felt something odd down under and the boy looked at his cum-stained boxer shorts, a present from his dreams last night, “Glad I had that blanket, it would’ve been embarrassing to have to explain what I was thinking of last night to Dad. He would’ve made fun of me for sure.”

The truth is even that though he loved the boy, Jack was always disappointed by his weak progeny. Being a former high school football champ, Jack was burly, aggressive and a drill sergeant at heart and seemed to parent his son as if he were coaching football. This was also due to the fact that they lost Pat, their wife and mother, many years before, and he found it extremely difficult to bond with anything more than his job.

Malcolm went back up to his room and found his computer still on with a pop up confirming that the file was saved. “Well, may as well give it a shot,” he clicked install and started to walk away towards the shower, when his computer beeped at him.

“Installation complete? How the hell did that happen so fast?” He sat down at his desk and booted up the program. His screen went blank, “Shit, I knew it was malicious, good thing I backed up my novel.”

Malcolm was about to shut it off so he could fix it later when a figure popped up onto the screen, “Hello Malcolm Hart. Welcome to the Master Command Centre, where the Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you. Now you possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications. You are the Master’s representative.”

“What the hell is this?” Malcolm said out loud, when just as quickly as it popped up, the figure was replaced with a rather impressive GUI. There were many fields for data but every one was inaccessible except for ‘Subject’s Name’. So quite logically, he clicked on that box and entered his own. Malcolm was surprised when quite remarkably a 3D image of him appeared on the screen, wearing nothing but his cum-stained boxers and hunched over a computer screen. “What the fuck?” Now all of the fields were accessible, there was height, weight, hair colour, eye colour; if you could use a feature to describe someone, it was listed there.

“This has to be some elaborate prank,” he said to no one in particular but decided to play around with the program anyways. He had some fun, changing the attributes on the screen and watching the figure on his screen change accordingly. “It must be some next-gen sim game,” thought the boy, as he toggled radio buttons and changed sliders. He managed to change his geeky-looking avatar into a muscle head designed solely to attract the opposite gender.

Malcolm’s thoughts ran amok through his head, “If I can make a geek, like myself, look like this, I wonder what I could do to someone like Stacy.” He clicked the Subject box and changed the entry to ‘Stacy Rathers’ and hit ‘Go’.

A warning popped up: Would you like to apply changes and save profile?

Malcolm stopped to consider this for a second, “If I’m going to be playing in a fake world, I may as well be myself and see how it differs from reality.” No sooner did he click ‘No’, than Stacy’s avatar popped up on screen in all its hot glory. She was wearing a tight, blue and white top to show off her fairly impressive C-cups and a jean mini-skirt that just barely met the school’s lenient dress code. From how the ambient lighting brightened her body and reflected off her shoulder-length blonde hair, Malcolm assumed the environment was selected to outdoors.

“This program is unreal!” thought the ecstatic teen as he went to town tweaking her attributes. He spent a while adjusting the 3D miniature of the high-school hottie until he felt satisfied that there would be no creature more divine in any media source, be it Hollywood or porn, and to his credit it may have been true. Where Stacy was a nine before, and easily the hottest chick in Hithers High, the adjusted graphic representation of her was off the charts. With an exaggerated waist and ample chest, no man even remotely attracted to women would be able to resist her.

Malcolm hovered the cursor over some tabs he hadn’t clicked before, “Mental Commands?” thought the boy, “That must be how I program the characters to interact in the sim.” He was about to click and start programming her character when his eyes drifted down to the clock on his computer, “Shit, I’m going to be late for school!” In a rush, Malcolm clicked the ‘Close’ button and the same warning popped up.

“This I definitely want to keep,” so he clicked ‘Yes’, which led to another pop up.

Make changes Apparent or Discreet? He didn’t know how it would affect the program, so Malcolm clicked ‘Discreet’ thinking it sounded safer, and allowed the program to process the request. Malcolm ran around his house to take a shower, get dressed and gather his school stuff, and then he returned to his computer and shut it off before leaving for the day.

Meanwhile, a couple miles away…

A beautiful and well-endowed blonde was walking down the sidewalk on her way to school. She was wearing her favourite blue and white shirt, with enough view of her cleavage to ensure an ‘A’ on today’s Algebra test, and a jean… actually, we’ll leave it to the attentive reader to guess that this blonde is the aforementioned Stacy Rathers, and since she’s already been described there is nothing more to say.

She flaunted her good looks knowing full well that if she were walking along a busier street, there’d be a collision. But since it was a smaller, slower street, she made-do with the occasional swerving car and chuckled to herself when men would stop what they were doing to watch her. Sure, life may be a man’s world but it can be easy to get by if you aren’t one, as long as you hold all the right cards.

Little did she know, her free pass through life was slowly and steadily becoming bigger and better. In fact, no one noticed that the teen’s tits were inflating to porn-star size. As far as anyone was concerned, Stacy had always been an E cup, it even said so on her bras. Her hair always cascaded down to her lower back in soft curls, and her waist and hips had always been the definition of “hourglass”. Sure, now as she approached her school, she was getting more gawks than she did 20 minutes ago, but nobody noticed the difference.

Nobody that is, except for flabbergasted Malcolm Hart, who was just getting off the bus when he saw the entire courtyard stop to stare at the majestic beauty. She was a wet-dream personified and Malcolm was pretty sure a few guys ran into the school to quickly change out of some wet boxers and into some dry gym shorts.

“No way,” thought Malcolm, “That’s not the Stacy I saw in class yesterday. That’s the Stacy I saw 20 minutes ago on my computer screen.” What surprised the geek even more was how nobody acted like anything was out of the ordinary. As soon as Stacy walked into the school (flashing a small seductive grin as she did so), the courtyard returned to normal, no one was talking about any changes in her, just how hot she had always been. Malcolm bolted indoors and saw the busty, blonde temptress chatting with her clique like she would any morning. “I have to check this out for real.”

“Hey Stacy,” he said as he came up behind her. She turned around and he practically creamed his shorts, which was response that the current Stacy half-expected. “It’s just like my dreams,” thought Malcolm, forgetting that his dreams usually incorporated a seductive stare or pouty lips. Instead her face had the same repulsed and annoyed glare that he was used to; the same glare that occupied the faces of all of her friends.

“Ya?” snapped the bodacious blonde, “What do you want?”

“The same thing he always wants: to stare at your tits like a beggar stares at a hundred dollar bill!” shouted one of the peanut gallery. One particular member of that gallery: Becca Woods. She was the girl who infiltrated the clique not because of her good looks (which were certainly hot, but not quite to the standards of the majority of the clique, and not even close to those of Stacy), but because of her cutthroat attitude and the ability to crush any boy’s spirits.

“Fuck you Becca,” spat Malcolm at the lithe brunette, her snide remarks snapping him out of his daze, “I actually wanted to ask Stacy if she changed anything about her looks, because she is looking F-I-N-E.” This is not how Malcolm normally acted, but he had to be sure of what was happening and he figured his status in the school couldn’t get much worse.

“No, you little freak, I’m just as fine as I’ve always been, and you’re just as far from touching these as you’ve always been”, replied Stacy, emphasizing her statement by cradling her boobs and causing a nearby male staff member to quickly seclude himself in the private faculty washroom. The other girls burst out laughing, Becca the loudest, as Malcolm walked away dejectedly.

Or maybe he was feigning his disappointment, because the smile that burst onto his face as he walked outside could fool no one. This was a boy with the greatest discovery in the world. The word ‘Eureka’ crossed his mind as he formed a plot in his mind that involved skipping school for the day.

“Fucking bitches,” he thought, “They’ll get theirs. There’s going to be a power shift in school, and I’m going to love every moment of it.”

Malcolm arrived home about 20 minutes later, his mind reeling with possibilities and relatively unconcerned about being absent for a day. After all, if the program could do what he was thinking, he’d never have to go to school again. He would go to school anyways, but more to reap the benefits of being able to change his classmates than to learn anything. Booting up the computer seemed to take forever, although he was sure it couldn’t take any longer than normal, but the mere excitement seemed to slow down everything around him.

“Let’s start off with some preliminary tests,” thought Malcolm as he pulled up his own profile. It was no different than it had been when he first pulled it up since he never saved the profile. He made tweaks here and there, but nothing overly conspicuous since he didn’t want to be thought of as the mastermind behind the pandemonium at Hithers High. He changed mostly minor things: acne and skin condition, fixed his eyesight (which was never too bad to start with) and immunized himself from anything he could think of. He also augmented his muscles, but not enough that anyone would really take notice and added some length and girth to his 6 inch cock.

“9 inches sounds pretty good to me,” he thought and also gave himself the ability to cum on command and to be able to instantly restore his erection after. Lastly, he added a lock on his profile.

Malcolm hovered his cursor over the save button and held his breath. “Here goes nothing,” he said aloud to no one in particular and he clicked his mouse. Again a pop-up occurred: Make changes Apparent or Discreet?

“What the hell does that mean?” the boy pondered. He clicked cancel and pulled up a help menu:

This feature has only been introduced in our latest edition of MPC. With the seemingly infinite requests for such a quick feature, we felt it rather imperative to include. This feature lets you choose who notices changes: apparent means that anyone can notice the changes that the program makes, whereas discreet only lets the user notice. Any different possibilities must still be entered into the command prompt, such as only letting a certain population notice, or choosing to have even the user be ignorant of changes. Anyone who is decided to not notice a change will think that the change has always been as is and reality around them will change to compliment those thoughts.

“So that’s why nobody noticed that Stacy was different!” exclaimed Malcolm. He went back to his profile and clicked save, and decided on apparent. Although he didn’t want to be noticed as the force behind it all, he definitely didn’t want peoples’ memories of him to change. Overall, the changes didn’t feel too weird, but that’s mostly because he didn’t make any drastic changes on himself. His pants were definitely feeling a bit more crowded and tight around the crotch area though.

“Now it is time to have some fun,” he thought and pulled up Becca’s profile. Although Stacy was Malcolm’s wet-dream, and all-in-all the most prime candidate for changing, he wanted her to be his masterpiece, his pièce de résistance, and wanted to hone his craft before trying anything on her. Besides, Becca’s crude jokes and her mean-spirited nature kept her locked on Malcolm’s radar. He looked at her avatar, a perfect replica of her rotating on his screen. Her body position showed that she was sitting down, likely in class her straight brown hair styled slightly below her shoulders, a pink shirt hiding what looked like B cup breasts and a pair of fitted jeans. Malcolm looked at her stats and verified everything, Height: 5′4, Hair: Brown, Eyes: Hazel, Breasts: A cup.

“Wait a minute,” he thought, “There’s no way she’s smaller than a B… unless she’s wearing a padded bra.” Malcolm instructed MPC to replace her current bra with a regular support bra and clicked discreet. What happened on the screen verified his guess, “Well the little bitch is flat, and she’s ashamed of it. It’s probably why she’s such a cunt, she’s compensating for something.” The boy smiled to himself, “I’m going to have to use that to my advantage.”

Malcolm spent the next hour devising a plan to ruin her. He could have turned her into a big-titted bimbo, but that was too easy, and she wouldn’t have any idea what was going on. No, he wanted her to create her own demise and her fall from the social clique. The other three (the clique consisted of Stacy, Becca, Alison, Taylor and Megan) could serve as great bimbo models, but Becca was a special case. His first change to her profile was to remove any values of monogamy from her head. “I want to make her a slut for any guy or girl that comes her way, not just her boyfriend,” he clicked Discreet and it was so.

Somewhere in a classroom, some guy’s thoughts of his future-fiancé Becca changed to the Becca who let him fuck her when he bought her stuff.

The boy then created a secondary profile for her and saved it as Becca_Final. He didn’t change a thing about her physical attributes, other than making her erogenous zones extra sensitive and connecting her tits and her ass with her pussy, so she could get off with a rough titty twister. He then went to her Mental Attributes and upped her sex-drive and libido to the highest possible values and turned her completely bisexual choosing not to dumb her down since he wanted her to know full-well what was happening to her. He opted instead to increase her suggestibility. Malcolm saved the file and pulled up her original; since it was just a copy of her personality, saving it didn’t affect her in any way.

He then typed this command into the prompt:

Upon waking tomorrow, subject will have the ability to change her own physical characteristics with her mind and will know she has that ability. Any changes she makes to herself, will also affect Becca_Final. The ability comes with a price however: whenever she makes a change to herself, she will gradually turn into Becca_Final until after twenty individual uses of the power, when Becca_Final will be her actual profile. Subject will be aware that consequences may occur, but will not be aware of what the consequences are.

Malcolm laughed to himself. He could see this going very well, and he could see her sanity spiral into a life of pleasure and fornication. He closed the program and walked downstairs. Although the thought of changing his entire reality all at once was enticing, Malcolm wanted to enjoy the journey and savour every moment. It would be much too distracting to watch Becca’s transformation if he had sex-crazed bimbos clinging off of him. No, he’d spend the rest of the day planning everything and he would wait in anticipation for tomorrow.