The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Rebecca Woods woke up with a start. The slender brunette looked at her clock and realized that she had another couple of hours before her alarm went off. She was used to waking up hours before school started, but this was ridiculous. She always woke up hours before school started so she could work on her hair, apply her makeup and just preen in general.

Even though she didn’t believe in the concept of a boyfriend, Becca was a part of the popular clique at Hithers High and had worked hard to attain that status, and she wanted to be damn sure that she wouldn’t get thrown out because of a bad hair day. It was hard enough to have to try and compete with a sex-goddess like Stacy Rathers, let alone some of the other girls in the clique. There was no doubt that she wasn’t the hottest girl in school and she didn’t even come close. Even though she wasn’t attracted to Stacy, Becca could definitely understand what the guys saw.

But this morning everything would change. Becca didn’t know how she knew it, but she had the ability to change her physical characteristics. Although she found it very odd that she would just wake up with this ability, Rebecca Woods wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sure there were probably consequences to her powers, but she could deal with those later.

She stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror that adorned one of her powder-blue walls. Stripping out of her night shirt and panties, Becca scrutinized her body. She managed to keep in shape and with a careful watch of her diet, hardly had any fat on her body. She was slim yet athletic and had a body that the majority of her classmates would kill for, but it still wasn’t good enough and her A cup tits were a constant reminder.

She didn’t have, or want, a boyfriend to buy her stuff or support her, but guys were good for the occasional thing. So she slept around and kept a small male-harem wrapped around her finger. But it was increasingly hard to seduce guys with a living wet-dream like Stacy waltzing around school. Sure, it was known that she was uptight and still a virgin, but that didn’t stop the entire male population (and probably a small female population) of the school from fantasizing, almost to the point of stalking.

“Well, there’s no time like the present,” she thought as she pondered what to change first, “Let’s start out small and make sure that nothing bad happens.” She focused on a mole just above her bush and it was gone in an instant. Goosebumps spread across her body like wildfire, and she could feel her pussy moisten the tiniest bit, “It worked! And that’s not too bad of a consequence, in fact that was probably just my body responding to my excitement.”

She could hardly contain herself and made a mental checklist in her head of what to change, “I’ll start with the obvious,” and seconds later her A cups were now Cs, nothing overly large but big enough to grab people’s attention, and she made it so she’d never need a bra. Becca stared at the two gravity-defying globes on her chest and gave them a small squeeze, “Oh that feels so good!” she uttered, forgetting that her parents were sleeping one room down the hall.

Forcing herself to stop groping her new tits, she made quick work of the rest of the changes so she could relieve her growing desires. In a half minute, her brown hair gained volume and slight curls, it would permanently be styled and she’d never need to touch it again. Her eyelashes grew longer and more lush to showcase her beautiful green eyes that had just finished fading from hazel. The last touch-up on her face, a set of plump lips, had just finished when her hips widened and her waist shrunk, giving her an hour-glass figure that belonged in Playboy. As a finishing touch, her ass grew rounded and firmed into a hot bubble butt.

Becca smiled, she had done well. “Now I’m definitely competition for Stacy,” thought the newly-busty teen, “She may be the queen bee, but I’m a close second and at least I don’t look like a cartoon!”

She scrutinized her body again and was elated, “I have curves!” She ran her hands up and down her body until, “Ooooo…” a finger flicked over a tit, “That feels even better than it did before!”

The beauty barely managed to make it to her bed before her legs gave out. With a thud, she landed on her bed allowing ample access to her pussy with one hand, and massaging her tits with another. Everything felt so good, she was on fire and lost any concern for disrupting her parents, as she rubbed furiously and eventually blacked out.

Meanwhile…

Malcolm Hart was about to attempt to get a few hours of sleep when he decided to pull up Becca’s profile. What he saw gave him an instant hard-on, “Well, someone’s already been up.” On his monitor, an avatar of a naked brunette goddess rotated. Her eyes were closed and he guessed she must have woken up and fallen back to sleep.

“What a crazy chick,” he thought, “If I had that power, I’d still be playing with it.” He paused and pieced together exactly what he just thought, “Oh wait, I do and I am!” Laughing to himself, he walked over to his bed and dropped onto it.

“Tomorrow is going to be fun!”

A few hours later…

Rebecca Woods woke with a start. The busty brunette looked at her buzzing alarm clock and realized she had half an hour to get to school. “Shit!” she yelled as she bolted up to get to her make up table. She always woke up hours before school started so she could work on her hair and apply her makeup and… a glance at the mirror stopped her in her tracks.

Suddenly memories of the early morning came flooding back: her new ability, her new body and her new sensitivity, all almost forgotten like some erotic dream. A small smile formed on her face when she realized that it wasn’t a dream. She tossed her hair a bit just to make sure it was real and almost went to weigh her boobs, but she realized early enough where that would lead. Just the thought of it made her pussy wet.

She threw on a t-shirt that was now really tight on her, and a skirt over some snug underwear, she’d have to go buy some clothes more fitting of her body. Or maybe she could get some guy to buy them for her, with her new body they’d practically line up for that opportunity. The confident vixen ran to her makeup table to throw on some makeup, when she realized that she could just look in the mirror and do it in an instant. Blush, mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss, it was all done in a second.

She ran downstairs, glanced at the note on the kitchen table from her father politely reminding her that even though her values were different, other people lived in the house and deserved sleep that was uninterrupted by moans and screams. Becca grinned, although she always made fun of them for being “life partners” her parents were still very accommodating to their princess.

This was demonstrated even more so by the convertible they had bought her two years ago, that was now cruising down the avenue with a gorgeous brunette sitting in the driver’s seat. “Today is going to be a lot of fun.”

Ten minutes later…

Stacy Rathers was walking to school, loving the feel of every pair of eyes watching her killer body. Her daily journey to school was approaching her favourite moment: the walk through the courtyard, where time would stand still and two-hundred eyes would confirm, once again, that she was a knockout. But today was a little different.

Today the courtyard was buzzing with some form of gossip and a good portion of its occupants were too busy to even recognize the buxom blonde flaunting her stuff. She heard snippets of conversations and they all had to do with Becca. Stacy began to worry, what happened to Becca? Was her friend alright? Her pulse rate shot up when she thought of some horror that could have happened. She ran through the courtyard so she could talk to her friends and find out what happened. The blonde climbed the steps towards the front entrance and threw the doors open. But life came screeching to a stop when she walked through the doors and saw three of her friends talking to some busty brunette. No, not any busty brunette, they were talking to a busty Becca.

“What the hell happened?!?” she screeched as she ran over to her clique. Finally all the eyes in the school were on her, but more because of her raised voice and not necessarily because of her surpassing beauty.

Becca wasn’t sure if her friends believed her. She had just finished telling Taylor about what happened, and knew that the other two had already heard it, but there were still quizzical looks on their faces. “Taylor is kinda cute when she’s confused,” thought Becca.

The three were about to hear about the note left on the kitchen table, when a shrieking voice pulled their attention to the main entrance. Becca spotted her blonde friend dressed in a spaghetti-strap top that showed off her glorious tits, “Damn C isn’t going to be big enough; well that’s an easy change. I’ll save it for later though, maybe when I’m somewhere a bit more private.”

Stacy started to run over to them and Becca couldn’t help but notice she looked hot today, had she done anything different? Was her hair different? Damn, her tits looked hot in that top, but she had seen her wearing that before, hadn’t she? Becca was snapped out of her daze when Stacy got close enough to grab her, “Becca you look amazing?!? What did you do?” Becca pulled her in close and retold the story. Megan and Alison rolled their eyes as they listened to the nonsense for a third time. It’s not as if they had any choice though, with the recent turn of events they were definitely pushed to the bottom of the clique.

Becca felt amazing, knowing full-well that every pair of eyes in the foyer was locked on the two hottest girls in school, and not just on Stacy. Her pussy moistened at the thought of that, and that she could essentially get any guy she wanted. That would have to be soon though. She had been horny all morning, especially since the fabric of her t-shirt kept rubbing against her super sensitive nipples.

Becca glanced around for the nearest stud to fuck; hopefully one that she knew would buy her stuff. Any guy would be stupid to refuse her, well unless Stacy got in the way. Maybe Stacy would be up for a threesome, that’d be hot! She was eyeing up her friend when the warning bell rang,

“This will have to wait until after class. Maybe I can sneak out to the washroom during class and jill myself. Or maybe,” she thought as one of the jocks passed by, “I can get someone to go to the bathroom with me.” With that thought, she started to walk to class, followed by the rest of her clique who eventually split off to go to different rooms.

Malcolm had been the most silent occupant of the front foyer. He watched from afar as the popular clique stared in rapture at Becca’s words, no doubt telling them a story of how she got that way. It’s what was on everyone’s mind. Almost the entire population of Hithers High was trying to figure out this absurdity, but not Malcolm. He already knew how she got that way.

What he was more curious about, were the effects his other commands were having on her, and from what he saw it was working. There were two visibly erect nipples capping off her new tits and he could see her face flush and her breathing quicken. She was getting horny just by talking! Not only that, but he saw her eyes linger on Stacy’s curves.

Everything seemed to be going as planned, maybe even faster than he expected. All he needed to do was test her suggestibility. Luckily he was in the same first period class as her, so he could test it out there. The first warning bell rang. Malcolm dashed to his first class, to make sure he was there when Becca arrived.

Malcolm watched as the beautiful Becca walked into the classroom. The whole class was whispering to one another about her transformation, and a smile on her face indicated that she didn’t seem to mind. He rose from his seat as she sat down and went over to talk to her. Luckily she didn’t have any friends in this class, which wasn’t really a rare occurrence. Her holier-than-thou personality wasn’t one that people cared too much for, so people usually gave her a wide berth. In fact, Malcolm was positive that no one would interrupt them since even the guys who now wanted to get in her pants were still silenced by shock.

“Hey Becca! How’s it going?”

“What the fuck do you want?” she asked without looking at him. She was pulling her text and notebook from her bag and putting them on the table.

Malcolm was a little taken aback by that statement, but he managed to keep his game face on, “You know, it’d probably in your benefit to be nice to me.”

Becca was intrigued by this statement. She’d listen to him, maybe he’d have a good reason, “Ya? And why’s that?”

He smiled, “Well, especially considering, um, recent developments, a girl of your stature shouldn’t need to do mundane things such as attending class and could potentially let others do the work for you.” Becca nodded, she hadn’t really considered that product of her abilities but it seemed plausible.

Malcolm continued, “Someone like me would be the perfect candidate for that, I’m an apt student and get good grades, and considering my insomnia, I have plenty of time on my hands to help you. I simply require one thing.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Now I’m sure you had already considered the possibility of fucking guys to do work for you, hell the whole school already knows that you have a small harem of guys that buy you stuff. But all I want is your cooperation because I want to better my reputation around the school. So what do you think?”

Becca considered everything. “That sounds pretty convincing,” she said, “But I’m going to say a very definite ‘No’ because you’re just too much of a creep.” She paused and added, “I’m going to take your suggestion of finding a smart boy toy though. I like that idea. Just not you.”

Malcolm smirked, her suggestibility had definitely increased. She might just need to make a few more changes, “Well suit yourself but considering the quality of our classmates, you might want to try fucking the teacher instead. I’m sure he won’t be able to say no, not with your new body. You look a lot better than you used to. It’s just too bad your boobs still aren’t as nice as Stacy’s.” He turned around and started to walk back to his desk.

Becca was shocked, he confirmed what she had been thinking all morning, ever since her friend walked through the main doors, “You can’t be serious?” she said in feigned exasperation, “What’s wrong with them?”

Malcolm hid a devious smile as he turned back around to look at her, “Yours are still too small. Trust me I’ve spent a lot of time staring at hers, and they’re bigger and better.”

Becca shuddered, but the creep was right, she’d definitely have to fix that. But it would have to wait, for now the late bell rang and her teacher Mr. Johnson walked into class. She gazed at him with rapt attention and watched him walk across the room. He was fuckable enough: no older than 30 with a full head of black hair.

“I wonder if he has a wife or girlfriend? Oh, what do I care?” Becca spent the rest of the class dreaming about how she could seduce him. She even got so flustered at one point, she had to excuse herself and get off in the bathroom. Malcolm could hardly keep himself from looking like the Cheshire cat when she came back and he noticed her shirt was a bit tighter.

After class Becca stayed behind and let everyone trickle out of the class to get to next period. She had a break right now, and she knew through experience that Mr. Johnson did too. She had never stayed behind for anything naughty; just to occasionally get help with some harder math concepts, and maybe some harmless flirting. Today was different though. Today she had other plans.

“Miss Woods? How can I help you?” His voice quavered slightly, not nearly displaying the confidence she liked in a fuck buddy.

“Oh! Well I just don’t understand these logs,” she put on her cutest ditz voice, “Like, how big are they?” She emphasized her question by cocking her head to the side and pushing out her newly amplified breasts.

“They don’t have any set value Becca,” his voice shaking as she approached him and encroached on his personal bubble, “They’re a function of the variable”

“Well are they as big as yours?” she asked as she bit her lip and her hand pressed against his crotch.

“Rebecca, you are acting inappropriately, don’t make me send you to the principal’s office,” threatened a nervous Mr. Johnson as he escaped her clutch and ran to sit down behind his desk.

Becca smiled, “Oh I’m sorry Andrew. I can call you Andrew right?” He just gulped, she continued, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she sat on the edge of his desk letting her skirt rise as she did. She emphasized her bust between her arms and looked at him, “I just wanted to thank you for all the help you’ve given me, and I wanted to reciprocate by helping you with something too,” she paused and grinned, “You probably don’t get enough pussy, do ya?”

With that, Mr. Johnson used an exceptional amount of restraint and strength, “That’s it young lady! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but if you’re not out of my classroom in ten seconds, I am calling the principal!” Becca looked at him with doubt-filled eyes. They remained quiet for a few seconds, locked in a stare down. He finally reached for the phone.

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” She grabbed her bag and walked out of the class, flaunting her assets, her skirt still raised inappropriately.

Malcolm was waiting outside of his math class, waiting for one of two things. Either Becca would actually succeed in seducing their math teacher and he’d hear moans, or Mr. Johnson would reject her. Either result was a win for Malcolm. He could either use the dirt he had on her or he could use her insecurity against her again. So skipping class was definitely beneficial for him right now. Unlike Becca, he didn’t have a break this period but the boy wasn’t concerned, he could just use Master PC to change his attendance records when he got home.

The door opened and he saw a dejected Becca walk out. Inside the class, she was all confidence, but now she was wondering what she did wrong. Malcolm knew she hadn’t seen him, and he watched as she shut the door behind her and fixed her skirt a bit.

“He turned you down, didn’t he?” he asked, laughing inwardly as she turned in surprise, “It’s your tits, they’re still too small.” Becca looked down at her melons, he chuckled, “I have to admit though, they definitely look better than they did before class. I don’t know how you did it,” he lied.

“Like this,” Becca said, still looking at her breasts which were now inflating.

Malcolm smiled, “That’s amazing,” he feigned surprise. They stopped growing and he couldn’t keep himself from smiling. It was alright though because Becca had her eyes clamped shut as she enjoyed the sensations, and she didn’t notice his grin. “They’re still too small though...”

Becca’s eyes snapped open at this remark, “WHAT?!?”

“Well, they’re still at most DDs and that’s definitely better than the school average. But Stacy’s are at least Es and everyone’s used to seeing those, so DD just doesn’t seem that great.” Becca wasn’t too sure about that, but it sounded alright and it couldn’t hurt to try. Besides, she could always change it back afterwards if need be. She looked back down at her tits, and once more they inflated. Malcolm could hear some stitches in her shirt popping, and he smiled when they stopped, “There, now you look exceptional!”

“Do you really think so?” she asked with a desperate need for approval.

He smiled, “Yes, Stacy definitely has competition now!”

Becca’s face lit up, “Oh thank you!” she paused, “Why are you helping me?”

“Well my offer is still on the table,” he said, “You should just try to be nicer to me. I’m not really a creep, I’m just misunderstood. You can trust me.”

Becca couldn’t disagree, maybe it was just because she was flustered, but he seemed really genuine, “Okay Malcolm, I’ll try.” She smiled at him, “I have got to go, I don’t know why but my sex drive has been through the roof today and my pussy is practically dripping. I know that John has a break right now too and I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to find an unoccupied room somewhere.” He nodded and she started to walk away.

“You should start calling yourself Becky!” Malcolm yelled after her, “No one wants to deal with a stuck-up bitch like Becca, and you don’t need to be one anymore! Becky sounds better.”

She smiled as she walked away; Becky certainly had a ring to it. Maybe she had the wrong impression about Malcolm. He wasn’t really a creep, she felt like she could trust him. Maybe he was just a bit misunderstood. She decided to flaunt her stuff and give him a bit of the show as she walked away, that’s how you act when you’re being nice to someone, right?