The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Malcolm woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and relaxed. Of course an hour or two of sex will do that to a man and he even managed to fall asleep last night without being bugged by his insomnia. He booted up his computer and pulled up Master PC.

There was only one remaining member of Stacy’s support group that had been untouched. He had a very specific idea of what he wanted to do with Taylor Wu, but he didn’t know when to do it. The fact that Stacy had already met Megan 2.0 was still unknown to the boy. He watched Taylor’s avatar slowly spin on his monitor.

“Well, Stacy has two changes to get used to, so I may as well hold off,” thought Malcolm, “Besides, I want to see how Becky’s doing and Taylor’s profile will be largely intertwined with hers.” He shut down the computer and got ready for school.

That morning Stacy Rathers was trying to convince herself that the prior day had just been a nightmare. It took all the effort she had to get out of bed that morning. It was much easier to just lay there and pretend that nothing had changed, but she knew against all hope that it had.

Even during her walk to school, the thought kept her from enjoying the best part of her day. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t getting the regular attention from the men in the neighbourhood. In fact the community that she normally walked through was rather untouched by craziness that encompassed her world and her looks were still causing cars to swerve and guys to gawk.

No, Stacy was too wrapped up in other thoughts that she didn’t even notice the attention she was getting. She was concerned about what was going on in school and she had been replaying the strange events in her head all morning. The thought that worried her the most was that she could be next. She wanted to get to the bottom of what was happening at Hithers High so no one else would end up like Becky or Megan.

Ever since she left school the day before she had been replaying the day’s events in her mind, searching for clues about the strange occurrences. But nothing came up. Everything was so strange, that she didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, well nothing beyond the obvious. Maybe she was going crazy.

Stacy arrived at school and walked through the courtyard. She wasn’t surprised that she drew fewer eyes than before, but it still made her feel uneasy. As she walked into the school, she scanned the foyer for her clique and was relieved to see Taylor and Alison talking to one another, with no apparent changes. She wasn’t surprised that Megan and Becky weren’t with them; they were probably off screwing the principal. Stacy started to walk towards her friends, relieved that they were alright, but upon a closer glance it looked like Alison was different. She looked really hot. Had she changed as well? Well if she had, it wasn’t nearly as drastic as Becky or Megan.

The sexy blonde walked over to her friends and said a solemn hello.

“Hey Stacy,” said Taylor, “We were just talking about what happened to Megan! Have you seen her? It’s worse than Becky.”

“Ya, I saw yesterday after school,” replied Stacy as she eyed up Alison. Had she changed? Was she prettier than she was yesterday? There did seem to be subtle differences in her appearance. Maybe she had a bigger bust, one just large enough to draw attention. Maybe her face had grown prettier; she never had a perfect face before. Or it could just be that she was trying different makeup. Stacy appraised the rest of the girl’s appearance. She was wearing a skirt. Alison hardly ever wore skirts before, had she? Was she taller than usual? Maybe it was her shoes.

Stacy shook her head and focused back onto the conversation. She was probably just looking for things because she was so on edge, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something seemed different.

“It seems like she’s lost her mind,” said Taylor, “It’s not the same girl that we had lunch with yesterday.”

“Where are Becky and Megan anyways?” asked Stacy.

“They were here talking to us,” replied Alison, “But they got bored and left. The last I saw they were showing off to some of the guys in school.”

“Ugh, you should see how they’ve dressed!” added Taylor, “They look like whores.”

“Well… if the glove fits,” added Stacy garnering a healthy laugh from the others.

The three girls continued talking and Stacy used it as an opportunity to examine Alison further. She was positive that something had changed with her and wanted to see if there were any changes in her behaviour. Nothing seemed really out of the ordinary, she mostly seemed quiet but that wasn’t odd for Alison. Stacy was trying to be inconspicuous about her investigations though, so she may have missed some subtle nuances in her behaviour.

What she didn’t miss though, was when Taylor was telling a story and suddenly Alison’s eye locked onto something or someone moving behind Taylor. Alison suddenly drew in some air, and seemed to zone out of the conversation. Stacy even saw her face redden a bit, adding a rosy tint to her otherwise alabaster cheeks. The blonde tried to see what Alison was looking at, but there were a ton of people around the foyer. She could have been looking at any person walking passed.

Stacy examined the crowd and didn’t see anyone acting odd. Just a few jocks here and there, and a bunch of other groups who were no doubt gossiping about Megan or Becky. The nerdy group was passing by and Troy and Alex were walking a few paces behind them. The creep, Malcolm, was walking by as well. Luckily he hadn’t been bothering her with any crude comments lately. She probably wouldn’t be able to take his lewd remarks. But Stacy just couldn’t pinpoint the locus of Alison’s gaze. There was definitely something different with her though.

The warning bell rang and the three girls left the front foyer and walked towards their respective classes. Luckily Stacy shared first period with Alison and could keep an eye on her. Taylor walked off down a hall, and Stacy hoped that she wouldn’t change by lunchtime. There was no telling what could happen and she watched as one of her few remaining friends left. She was kind of relieved that Taylor had left though as it gave her a chance to confront Alison.

Stacy turned Alison and asked, “Hey, I know this may seem like an odd question but…” she hesitated and looked at her dark haired friend who was listening intently. She saw the same Alison in her eyes but there was something different with how she looked at Stacy, “But did you change anything to your looks yesterday?”

Alison looked down as they kept walking, “You noticed?” Stacy nodded in confirmation. Alison paused, then replied, “I woke up like this Stacy, I’m glad it isn’t as drastic as Becky or Megan but I’m worried I’ll end up the same as them.” Stacy noticed that Alison wasn’t looking at her when she said that, but rationalized it as a result of shame and worry.

“Don’t worry Alison,” said the blonde, “We’ll get to the bottom of this. You’ll be fine, and everything will be back to normal.”

Alison gave her a meek smile, and they walked into the classroom.

Becky was on her knees and she was frustrated. She wasn’t angry about the cock in her mouth. No, that was quite pleasant. She was disappointed by what happened last night. Sure, sex with Adam was amazing. He had so much stamina and was able to get erect a few more times, even after the average guy would be spent. She and Megan spent all night fucking him, and they didn’t get home until two in the morning.

But what annoyed her the most was that whenever Megan was getting slammed, Becky was all left out. Try as she might, Megan would not eat her out but she had no qualms about being eaten out. The brunette didn’t get it and no matter how much she tried or how hard she begged, Megan would not reciprocate and Becky was left toying with herself.

Now, that’s not to say that masturbating wasn’t great, but she wanted to know what it felt like to be rubbed, to be fingered, to be licked by a woman’s touch. Just the idea made her hot. She didn’t understand it though. She never was a lesbo before. Then an idea dawned on her. Maybe bisexuality was the consequence of her ability. Well, if that was it, she had no problem with that.

Becky looked up at the guy she was blowing. She didn’t even know his name. But that didn’t matter, it never stopped her before. All that mattered was that he had a cock, and he was willing. She was even considering getting him to do things for her. That’s what she used to have sex for.

But these days were different. Sex was more of a hobby for her, it was almost an addiction. She’d get so hot and bothered at times that all she could think of was sex. It seemed like sex was the main course and getting guys to do stuff for you, like buy things or drive you places, was dessert.

Becky looked up at the prep that was fucking her head in the boy’s washroom and remembered how she got there. She had arrived at school that morning and found her friends Alison and Taylor. Alison was looking really good, and of course so was Taylor. Becky had a soft spot for Taylor and while they were talking, she imagined doing dirty things to the lithe Asian.

She was lost in her daydream when Megan walked up, all giddy. Becky stared at the hot blonde, dressed in her mini skirt and low cut v-neck tee that left very little to the imagination. Of course Becky didn’t need her imagination; she just had to remember what her tits looked like. She could feel her thong get wet under her own mini and knew she’d have to relieve herself before class started.

Becky was so lost in her daydream, that she completely missed Alison and Taylor’s reaction to Megan. She finally snapped out of it when she heard Megan mention her name and how they went shopping last night. The blonde was about to tell the girls about the event in the dressing room, but Becky didn’t want anyone to know she was into women. Not at that point at least.

“Come on Megan,” interjected Becky, “I’m bored. Let’s go find something to do.” She could see on Megan’s face that she didn’t get the innuendo, but Megan obliged anyways. They left their friends and stalked through the hallways on the prowl. Becky was determined to get Megan to munch her muff. She found this prep and managed to convince him to go into the washroom with her, thinking that Megan would follow. But instead the platinum blonde was distracted by a big football player mauling her heaving chest.

The brunette had already sealed her fate though, because the prep had already pulled his dick out and she was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

And so there she was, bobbing her head back and forth into some guy’s crotch. She was just finishing her practiced routine and knew that he was close, when the warning bell for class rang. It must have startled him because he released all the pressure in his cock and spewed hot cum into her mouth.

Like the sexual veteran she was, Becky savoured the taste and swallowed it all. Becky licked his shaft clean but made sure to keep it well lubricated. She’d be damned if she didn’t get off before class. She stood up and turned around, leaning on the counter and presenting her ass to him. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed that he was doing up his jeans.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He looked at her inviting ass, that in her current position wasn’t even covered by her mini-skirt and he sighed, “I can’t. If I’m late for English one more time, I’ll be suspended.” He grabbed his bag and fled the washroom.

“Damn,” thought the brunette, “Guess I’m going to class horny today.” She grabbed her own bag and left too.

Walking into her math class, she was welcomed by a friendly face. “I can’t believe I used to think of him as a creep,” thought Becky as she walked over to Malcolm and took the desk behind him.”

“Hey Becky,” said Malcolm as he turned around to talk to her with a huge smile on his face, “You look great today.” Becky revelled in his comment. She knew she looked good, but it always felt nice to have it acknowledged. But then he added, “You look like a proper slut.”

“What?” she asked. She was fairly certain that that’s not something someone wants to look like, “Why would you say something like that?” She knew he was generally a nice guy, so he probably didn’t mean to say what he did.

“You should take it as a compliment,” he replied, rather unfazed by her reaction.

“I should?” It didn’t make much sense to her but maybe she should take it as a compliment. After all, he wasn’t that bad so there’s no way he meant to insult her.

“Ya, totally,” said the boy, “Just think about it. Everyone knows that sluts get around, right?”

That made sense but it still didn’t justify it.

“And you can’t deny that you get around.”

No, she really couldn’t.

“And I bet you like fucking around.”

It’s true, she did, so she nodded.

“Well then it only makes sense that if sluts fuck around, and if you enjoy fucking around, then you must enjoy being a slut.”

You know, she hadn’t thought of that before, but it totally made sense.

“So you may as well dress the part and let everyone know you enjoy being slutty and I’m sure dressed like that, everyone must think that you’re a huge slut.”

“Ya, that does makes sense,” beamed Becky, “Thanks Malcolm!”

“Don’t mention it,” said the smiling boy, “So, are you going to try and fuck Mr. Johnson again?”

“I didn’t think I’d need to,” replied the brunette mildly shocked by his question, “I thought you were going to help me with the class as part of our deal.”

Malcolm laughed, “Of course I am. It’s just that I saw you eyeing him all class yesterday, and figured you wanted him anyways. It only makes sense for a slut to fuck at least one person from each of her classes and since he and I are really the only fuckable guys in this class, I just kind of assumed.”

Becky had to hand it to him. He made complete sense. She had never really looked at Malcolm that way before, but did have a certain presence about him that was kind of alluring. And he probably knew how to handle a woman.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the late bell and Mr. Johnson entering the room. She watched his every move intently and noticed that he was avoiding looking at her. She wanted him to glance her way, so she could present him her amazing cleavage and a seductive smile. But it wasn’t happening.

“Oh well,” she thought, “I can give him plenty to look at after class and this time I’m not taking ‘No’ for an answer.” She smiled to herself, “But if he won’t pay attention to me during class, maybe I can have some fun with Malcolm. God, it’s fun being a slut.”

Malcolm could hardly pay attention during math. He was so excited about everything and how it was all working the way he wanted it to. Becky was so impressionable that she hardly even questioned his suggestions anymore. He even planted an idea in her head that she could fuck him and it paid off.

Numerous times during class, he’d hear a small clatter behind him and then feel a slight tap on his shoulder. He’d lean back and Becky would whisper in his ear, “I dropped my pencil. Can you pick it up for me?” Of course he’d be stupid not to oblige and every time she rewarded him with an unobstructed view up her tartan mini skirt. He could swear that her underwear had a larger wet patch on them every time.

After the class ended, he noticed Mr. Johnson leave in a rush. He didn’t even wait for all the students to leave. He just picked up his stuff and booked it out of the room. Malcolm started packing up his things. He looked behind him to see an upset Becky. The boy sat back down in his seat and waited for the other students to leave before talking to her.

“He still didn’t want you, did he?”

Becky’s beautiful green eyes started to well up, “I didn’t even get a chance, it’s like he thinks I’m the plague or something.”

“It can’t be that bad,” said Malcolm in an attempt to reassure her, “Maybe he’s still just shaken up from yesterday.” He paused, “Or maybe...”

Becky looked up at Malcolm, waiting for him to finish his thought, “Maybe what?”

“Well I hate to say this but,” Malcolm paused again and she looked up at him with trusting eyes, “But maybe it’s still your boobs.” Becky looked down at her huge tits in shock. “I mean, sure they’re the biggest in the school,” continued Malcolm, “But they’re still tied for first place. If you want to get anywhere, you have to at least make them larger than Stacy’s.”

He saw that Becky’s eyes were locked on her tits. She seemed to be thinking about something when magic happened. Malcolm smiled, even though he knew what was happening, he still could not get used to how it looked. Her boobs inflated and were now easily bigger than Stacy’s. A small moan escaped the girl’s lips as she enjoyed the sensation of the change.

“There. Now you’re easily the sexiest girl in school. A guy would have to be completely gay not to want you.”

Her face quickly went from disappointed to slyly seductive. Becky got up from her chair and walked around in front of Malcolm. She sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around him. “You’re not gay, are you Malcolm?” she said in a way that hinted she knew the answer to that question and was really asking something else.

He smiled at her, “No. No, I’m not.”

“Well good,” she replied, “Because I’ve been in desperate need of a fuck all morning.”

She leaned into him and pressed her two plump lips against his. Their respective tongues snaked out and clashed with each other. Malcolm was ecstatic. In just two days he had managed to convert her from a royal bitch that nearly hated him, to a sexy vixen that was trying to seduce him. And she was doing a mighty good job of it.

Then a thought crossed his mind, what if Mr. Johnson came back while they were fucking in his classroom. He’d likely be suspended and that would completely blow his cover. Then everything would be for naught because he wouldn’t be able to corrupt Stacy.

Malcolm broke off the kiss, “We can’t fuck here, what if Mr. Johnson comes back?”

Becky groaned, “But I was looking forward to your cock, I can feel it under my ass, and it feels sooo big.”

“Come on, let’s find some other place.”

And so Becky ended up in a washroom for the umpteenth time in the last twenty-four hours. Malcolm made sure to lock the door behind him, to avoid anybody accidentally walking in. When he turned around, she already had her shirt off and was pulling him towards her. They embraced and wrestled tongues in wanton lust.

Becky broke off the kiss and slowly descended to her knees. “Ooo... So the skinny Malcolm has some muscle after all,” she said as her hands slid down his chest, passed his pecks and abs. She started to work on his belt, “The classroom made me curious, I want to see how much heat you’re packing.” Her tongue darted from her mouth and moistened her lips as she finished with his fly and pulled down his jeans. A gasp escaped her mouth when she looked up and saw the tent in his boxers.

“Like what you see?” asked Malcolm.

She nodded, “It’s huge!” Becky pulled down his underwear and his cock sprang out. She gave it a few strokes and then went to town on his nine inch dick.

Malcolm wasn’t prepared for the sensation. It wasn’t as though he never had a blowjob before. He actually had two girls suck him off just yesterday. But neither one had the masterful skills that Becky possessed.

He leaned on the counter behind him to support his shaky legs. Her tongue flicked out and licked the bottom side of his dick, progressively approaching the tip. Her skills were amazing, and Malcolm had reminded himself of the saying ‘Practice makes perfect’. Pretty soon she had his cock engulfed in her mouth and although she couldn’t get his dick all the way down her throat, she still managed a substantial amount and had a steady rhythm going.

It wasn’t long before he blew his wad down her throat and he watched as she swallowed it hungrily. He pulled her up and kissed her, as her hand kept working his cock and made it hard again. Malcolm pulled down her skirt and panties in one swift motion. Becky turned around and leaned on the counter, presenting her ass to him. She squealed when his hand slapped her ass cheek leaving behind a red spot.

He lined up his cock with her wet cunt and thrust hard. She gasped in both pleasure and pain and she collapsed on the counter in a mini orgasm. He slowly started to pump his thick member in and out of her tight pussy picking up the pace as he did. Malcolm looked up and looked at himself in the mirror. If someone had told him last week that he’d be banging the hottest girl in school, he wouldn’t have believed them. Of course last week Stacy was the hottest girl in school so things had changed quite a bit.

But there he was, with Becky Woods bent over the counter in the boy’s bathroom and moaning his name.

“Oh, your big dicks feels so good!” yelled Becky as she came back into consciousness.

He looked back down at the brunette beauty. His hands were clamped firmly on her wide hips and his eyes were drawn to her plain bare back between his hands.

“That’s going to have to change,” he thought.

Malcolm was thrusting into her and he could feel her pushing back. It wasn’t long before he felt her pussy spasm around his cock and he decided it would be a good time to cum as well. He felt rope after rope of cum erupt from his dick and he basked in the pleasure.

He pulled out from her and saw her body shudder as he did. She collapsed onto the counter while he walked over and rested against the wall. Malcolm rested for a few minutes and waited until she stirred from the after glow of sex.

“You know I was thinking,” said Malcolm, she lifted her head from the counter and looked at him, “Most sluts have a way of identifying themselves as such even without clothes on.”

Becky laughed, “Ya, so do I. It’s called my tits.” She lifted them up and started kneading them with her hands.

Malcolm smiled and watched her enjoy the pleasure she got from that simple motion. “Well no,” he said, “I mean Stacy’s tits are pretty big too and if that were the case, she’d be considered a slut too.”

“Mmm,” replied Becky, “And she hasn’t even lost her V-card.”

She hadn’t? This made Malcolm very curious, but he had to concentrate on the task at hand, “So I was thinking that maybe you should get a tattoo on your lower back.”

“You mean a tramp stamp?” asked Becky, who had finished kneading her breasts and was now putting on her skirt.

“Yes, definitely. You should have something that says ‘I’m easy’.”

She stood up and looked at him, with nothing on but her skirt and heels. “But wouldn’t that hurt?” she asked.

“I’m sure it would if you went with the traditional method,” he considered, “But can’t you just do it yourself?”

Becky smiled. She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder at her reflection. “What should I put there?”

“Whatever you want, it’s not like you won’t be able to change it back.” said Malcolm, loving how easy it was to manipulate her. “It should be something almost floral yet explosive. Maybe think of something that best symbolizes your mind during an orgasm.”

She thought hard, and then concentrated on the small of her back. Malcolm was amazed to see a shape slowly appear and work its way around her back. It was erratic and looked almost like a fractal, yet it still had symmetry. She smiled and turned around so he could see it. “Like that?” she asked.

He smiled and looked at her, “Exactly.” He stood up and put his clothes back on, watching as she worked her tight shirt over her gigantic breasts. When she was finished, she embraced Malcolm and kissed him again.

“Thanks for all the help,” she said, “You’ve been really nice to me the last few days, even when I was such a bitch to you before.” She grabbed his hand and placed something in it, “And especially thanks for helping me satisfy my craving this morning.”

Malcolm looked in his hand to see her balled up thong, he smiled and looked at her.

“What?” she asked, “Its not like I really need them. Besides it only makes sense for a slut to be without underwear.”

Malcolm laughed, “Ya, that sounds like something a slut would do.”