The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Stacy was in her fourth period Biology class and waiting for it to start. She had Math during the previous period and since the classrooms were just across the hallway from one another she was usually the first one in class. Biology wasn’t her favourite or her strongest subject, but luckily she shared the class with Taylor and that made the time go by fairly quickly.

Fortunately Taylor was the only one who hadn’t changed when the others of her clique had. Sure, Alison was still pretty down-to-earth, but Stacy just couldn’t get over her eyes lingering on her figure. She had no problem with lesbians, but it just creeped her out to think that her friend would look at her in that way. Taylor was really the only friend that Stacy still enjoyed spending time with.

She looked back on the last year and tried to remember if she had ever figured out how the girls had turned out that way. Everything seemed kind of hazy to her. She knew that it had all occurred so suddenly, but she couldn’t remember when exactly it happened. Wasn’t it around the same time last year? Hadn’t she almost figured it out? Whatever it was, she had since forgotten about it, so it couldn’t have been that important.

Stacy was snapped out of her daydream by her friend taking a seat beside her. She hadn’t even noticed Taylor walking into the classroom. She turned from her stupor to greet her friend, but after she saw the girl in front of her, she couldn’t find a word to say. Taylor was sitting there with two hooters sitting under her shirt and staring at Stacy with a look that she was all too familiar with.

“Oh no, not you too!” shouted Stacy, “What happened?”

Taylor looked down at her own chest and cradled her tits, “Oh… umm... yeah. I had a run-in with Becky and she… did some things with me.”

The blonde just stared at her friend with horror-filled eyes.

Reacting to her Stacy’s expression Taylor quickly replied, “Oh! But don’t worry! I like this! I like how I am! At first I was scared about changing like everyone else had this past week, but Becky… She’s…” Taylor paused and a smile spread over her face, “She’s so amazing…”

Stacy couldn’t handle it anymore. Now her last friend, the last person that grounded her, was a slut too. And, from the looks of her face, Stacy could tell that she was into chicks. She grabbed her bag and ran out of the classroom in a hurry.

She had to get out of there. She thought about all the changes that happened before and how much it stressed her out before. They seemed so long ago that she nearly forgot about it, but now Taylor had changed too! Hadn’t Becky been able to change herself? Maybe her abilities had grown and she was now able to change other people too. Was she behind all of the changes?

Stacy pulled her notepad out of her bag and turned to the first empty page. She wrote down Becky’s name, underlined it and wrote about her suspicions. At least if she lost her mind, there’d be some physical evidence to help her remember. Stacy couldn’t shake the feeling that she had done that before. The blonde left the school and started walking home with a purpose. This was the last straw. She had to figure out what was going on. She had to start again from where she left off; if only she could remember what that was.

Samantha Andrews tied her long red hair back into a ponytail. She was getting changed for gym class and wasn’t looking forward to it. Ever since Megan had changed into a bimbo, she had no one to chat with during class and since Mr. Harrison would spend all class fucking her, the whole class would just goof off. Sam actually wanted to do something in class. She wanted some physical activity.

She remembered how frustrated she was after yesterday’s class. All she had done was serve a ball against the wall for the entire class! When she got home, she needed to let off some steam so changed into some athletic wear and went for a run. Even though it wasn’t exceptionally hot out that day, she became flushed faster than usual. She remembered how flustered she became, just from going for a run! Her breathing quickened, her nipples clenched and her slit actually started to get wet.

All she could think of was having sex. Images of a cock plowing her tight pussy started flashing through her head. Pretty soon she was so horny that she couldn’t even focus on the run. She was staring at every guy that walked past and even liked it when one of them gave her a wolf whistle. There was an obvious wet patch on her tight running shorts and she didn’t care who saw it.

Sam looked back on the run in a mixture of pleasure and confusion. She had never been that way before, and when she arrived home the feeling left just as quickly as it came. She couldn’t get her mind off of it though and had to relieve herself in the shower afterwards. It was one of the best and longest showers of her life.

Sam walked into the gymnasium and grabbed a volleyball from the basket. She didn’t even bother to wait for instructions and started working on her serve against the wall. It was the easiest thing to practice without a partner.

“Oh no,” she thought. It was happening again. She felt her pulse rate increase, and she felt her body flush. Why was she getting so horny lately? Why did it have to happen in school?

“Hopefully it’ll go away quickly,” thought the redhead. She continued practicing her serve and her heat continued to rise. Serve after serve, hit after hit, she could feel her body getting more worked up. It started slowly, but gradually she reached the point where her hand desperately wanted to shove itself down her pants, or grab one of her painfully erect nipples and twist it, or maybe even do both.

“No, I’m at school,” she thought to herself as she willed her hand to grab the ball that bounced back rather than service herself. Sam kept serving, pretty soon it was apparent that she had a wet patch on her gym shorts and since they were white cotton, it stood out.

“As long as I keep facing the wall and serving, no one will see anything,” thought Sam, hoping to get through the class without causing a scene.

She heard a voice behind her, “Hey Samantha!”

Sam turned abruptly to see Malcolm approaching her and it was like she had seen him for the first time. She suddenly realized that he looked delicious. Sam had never looked at him that way before and she wasn’t sure if it was him or her flustered state, but she wanted to jump his bones, badly.

Flustered, she replied “Oh, hey Malcolm.” His eyes dropped to her soaked shorts and he smirked, causing her cheeks to blush and compliment her fiery red hair.

“I just wanted to find someone to work on my sets with. Everyone else seems to be partnered up, and there weren’t any balls left in the bin when I came in. Will you rally with me?”

Sam’s eyes darted to the five other people who were practicing by themselves, and then to the ball bin that was anything but empty. “Why would he lie about that?” she thought and then it hit her, “He must really want to practice with me. I wonder if he has any ulterior motives.” She looked him over one more time and bit her lip, “Granted I’m pretty sure I’d be happy with anything else he’s planning.”

She looked him in the eyes and replied, “Sure! You start!” Sam tossed him the ball and sent a seductive wink his way.

“Did I just wink at him?” she thought, “I never wink at guys!” Her thoughts were cut short by the volleyball lobbing towards her. She set up and volleyed it back. They kept passing back and forth and her lust did not fade. In fact, with every volley, she seemed to be falling more into a desire-driven stupor and her behaviour reflected it. There was no way anyone could mistake her actions and her motives. Any casual observer could guess what she wanted and it was about nine inches long and causing a tent in Malcolm’s shorts.

What started as simple flirting, the occasional wink here and a slight giggle if he missed something, gradually devolved into a blatant message of ‘I want what you’ve got.’ She rolled up the sleeves on her shirt to showcase her toned arms and she’d do bumps more often to present her generous tits in a way that made them bounced more often.

Pretty soon her shorts were pulled into a wet camel-toe and a hand would rest lightly on her chest when not doing anything. She started looking at Malcolm in a sexy way and seductively licking her lips to try and mess him up, but she wouldn’t stop even if he did.

“God,” she thought, “I’ve never been this forward before!” Her hesitations didn’t stop her and the distance between Malcolm and her grew shorter and shorter. Soon she was sure he was close enough to see her erect nipples making two little tents in her bra and shirt.

But Malcolm just kept passing the ball back and forth. What was wrong with him? Didn’t he want to fuck her? The tent in his pants was more than enough to answer the question. Maybe he didn’t know she was coming on to him. Maybe he didn’t want to fuck her in public. No, that couldn’t be it, that didn’t stop him from gang banging Megan the other day.

“He must not realize I want him,” thought the hot redhead, “What can I do to hint to him?”

An idea suddenly came to her and she decided to take action. Sam grabbed the ball and strutted towards him, “You’re pretty good at handling the ball,” she said, “But how are you at handling these?” She grabbed his right hand and placed it on her generous rack. It sounded like a cheesy come-on from some porno, but she felt the gratification when it worked and he started to paw at her breasts.

She tilted her head back in pleasure as he rubbed her erect nipples. Looking back at him, she grabbed his head and guided it to hers. They kissed long enough to heat her up even more. By that point, she was so hot that she broke it off and led him to the locker room.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” thought the redhead, “I can’t believe I’m about to fuck someone at school.” She squeezed her pussy at the thought of being filled.

They went down the stairs to the locker room and no sooner had the door closed behind them than Sam had her hands down Malcolm’s shorts, jacking his huge erection to its full length. In the meantime she took the elastic out of her hair and let the silky red hair flow towards her lower back. She took off her shirt and bra and he tweaked her nipple, causing a lustful sigh to escape her. Sam pulled down her shorts and turned around. She leaned against a locker and looked behind her, causing her hair to fan around her and cascade down her back.

Malcolm didn’t need any instructions. He already had his shorts off and approached her.

She gasped as she felt his thick cock slide easily into her welcoming pussy. Usually she needed more foreplay to even get to this state, but she had worked herself up so much during gym that her pussy was ready for anything.

Sam groaned in pleasure as she felt some pressure when he buried his full length into her. He was bigger than anyone else she fucked before.

He slowly pulled out so just the head of his cock was inside her and then worked his way back in. His motions began repeating themselves and she felt him start to pick up his pace. It felt so good to have him inside her that she began to moan even louder. She lost all sense of where she was and all that mattered was that cock inside of her; Malcolm’s cock inside of her.

Sam started pushing back, meeting his thrusts. She became louder and louder. With one hand caressing a tit, her moans turned into screams.

Soon the sounds of their sex penetrated the door to the locker room. It travelled up the stairs and into the gymnasium where all of her classmates could hear the unmistakable sound of a girl loving a thorough fucking. Sam knew she was being loud, and she didn’t care. All that mattered to her was the nine inch rod ravaging her pussy.

And it paid off, she had the most intense orgasm she could have ever conceived and the resulting yell of pleasure echoed through the empty locker room. She was lost in an orgasmic limbo, riding a mental wave of ecstasy. She lost all control of her senses and could only focus on the sensation filling her pussy.

When Samantha came to, she realized that her back was on the bench, with her fiery hair draped onto the floor, and Malcolm plowing her by straddling the bench. She could feel her orgasm start to rise again, but before she could get off, Malcolm pulled out and sprayed his seed all over her tight stomach.

Sam groaned in disappointment as she saw his cock start to weaken and wither. But just like his cock, her heat started to dissipate and her mind started to clear up. Without saying a word, Malcolm put his shorts back on and left the change room.

Multiple thoughts ran through Sam’s head. Did that just happen? Did she just fuck Malcolm Hart? What had come over her? Did she really care? After all, the sex was unbelievable. But why did she want Malcolm so bad? Was she falling for him? This was certainly a new way to show a boy her affection.

Her thoughts were cut short as she heard girls start to descend the stairs to the locker room. She quickly grabbed her stuff and hid in a toilet stall. While the girls changed, Sam used toilet paper to wipe the cum off of her stomach and started to get dressed herself.

She froze in horror when she realized that she left her soaked shorts and thong on the locker room floor.

“Ew!” she heard a girl cry from the other side of the locker room, “Jenny look at this!”

Another girl, probably Jenny, laughed, “It’s probably from whoever got lucky in here. Did you hear that? The girl was definitely enjoying herself.”

Sam smiled to herself, “She got that right,” she thought. Her eyes glanced down to her fire crotch, “I’m probably going to be in this stall for a while, at least until the room’s empty again,” she thought, “May as well reminisce and enjoy it while I can.” Her right hand crept its way down under and her left went up her shirt. She smiled as she thought of the mind-numbing orgasm she just had, “Maybe Malcolm would like to practice some more tomorrow.”