The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Stacy furrowed her brow as she walked to the bathroom during her second period class. She hadn’t been able to concentrate on schoolwork at all that morning because her mind was too busy thinking about the strange events in school. First Becky, then Megan and now there was definitely something different about Alison. Stacy had caught her staring at her multiple times throughout first period, but not in an innocent way. Alison was never staring at the blonde’s head or her hair. It was always lower than that and it always had a hint of some ulterior motives. Also, whenever Alison noticed that Stacy had caught her, her cheeks flushed bright red and she quickly averted her gaze. Stacy didn’t know what exactly was going on with Alison, but something was definitely up.

As she walked through the hallway, she saw the creep, Malcolm, leave the boy’s washroom. She watched as he strutted in her direction. There was a giant smile plastered on his face.

“Hey Stacy,” he greeted as he passed by, “Looking good!”

She shuddered. Who seriously thinks that’s an appropriate thing to say? Although she had to admit, at least he mellowed out a little during the last few days and she didn’t have to deal with his shit. Wait, why hadn’t he been bothering her lately?

Stacy stopped in the hallway and watched him walk away. He usually made a point to hit on her or at least he would go out of his way just to ogle her. In fact, he usually did it multiple times per day. It wasn’t much to go on, but it was definitely something else that had changed since everything started happening.

She got to thinking; wasn’t he walking past them that morning when Alison dazed out? Could he have been the focus of her gaze? Stacy carried on towards the bathroom and scoffed when she saw Becky walk out of the boy’s washroom.

“What a slut. I wonder who she was fucking this time?” thought Stacy. Wait, hadn’t Malcolm just left there? Did Becky really just screw Malcolm in the bathroom? Didn’t Becky hate him? Stacy had to make sure she knew what was going on. Without a word, she pulled a startled Becky into the girl’s washroom.

“Hey Stacy,” gasped Becky as Stacy released her grip of her, “What can I do you for?”

Stacy watched as Becky eyed her up and down with animalistic lust. The blonde was disgusted. It was a stare that she was used to from the boys in school but it wasn’t something that she expected from Becky. That’s when Stacy realized it was the same look Alison had been giving her. Stacy’s emotions quickly went from disgust to shock. They were attracted to her!

“Becky, did you just fuck Malcolm Hart?!?” asked a bewildered Stacy, trying to ignore her friend’s lingering eyes.

“Yeah, so?” replied the brunette, still eyeing her old friend.

“So, he’s a creep and you know that”

Becky’s eyes stopped tracing Stacy’s curves and snapped up to meet her gaze, a confused look appearing on her face. “No he’s not,” she stated, “He’s just misunderstood.” She paused for a moment, “Wait, he’s a creep? He is!” Her face suddenly changed to one of repulsion, “Ugh, I can’t believe I just fucked that creep.”

Stacy looked at her friend in shock. Had she lost gone insane? No person’s thoughts would sway that easily. Malcolm had to have used that to his advantage. Stacy was sure; he might not be behind the whole thing, but he definitely knew something about it.

“Look,” said Stacy to her defiled friend, “I don’t care if you’re a slut and I don’t care that you fuck around. But stay away from Malcolm. He’s trouble!” Stacy watched her friend intently. Becky had actually smiled when Stacy called her a slut. But it seemed like she actually understood Stacy’s plea.

“Alright! Alright!” said Becky, “You’re not going to have to worry about that. I can’t believe I even screwed that loser in the first place. Although,” the brunette giggled to herself, a sly smile formed on her face and a dazed look took control of her eyes as if she was visualizing something, “He does have a big cock.” Stacy cringed at the thought and Becky started to leave the washroom. She checked out the blonde one more time and smiled as she left.

Stacy shuddered. “If Malcolm really is behind this,” thought Stacy, “Then he’s a bigger creep than I thought.”

For Malcolm, the next few hours passed by fairly uneventfully. He hadn’t seen Becky or Megan at all during lunch and of course he didn’t share third period with any of the clique. Stories had made their way around the school, just snippets of gossip here and there. It was nothing unusual to hear of Megan or Becky fucking any of the male population in the school.

But at that moment it was gym class and Malcolm was excited. It wasn’t going to be an exact repeat of yesterday’s class, since he hadn’t programmed Master PC to do beach volleyball, but he was sure it was still going to be fun. Hell, any class with Megan would be enjoyable, it would probably take fewer suggestions to fuck her than it did Becky and she probably would fuck the entire class again if she had the chance.

After changing, he walked into the gymnasium and waited. Slowly, other students trickled in. Some grabbed volleyballs to practice with while other’s just talked to their friends. But Malcolm knew what was on every guy’s mind. They were all waiting anxiously for Megan to come out since yesterday’s class was still fresh on their minds.

Mr. Harrison walked into the gym and scanned the class. He looked fairly disappointed about something and then started doing attendance on his clipboard. When Megan walked out of the change room, wearing her gym strip in the sluttiest way possible, Mr. Harrison’s face quickly brightened and he smiled.

“Okay everyone,” he shouted as he finished up the attendance, “Megan, you and I are going to my office. The rest of you can grab some balls from the bin and practise your volleying and bumping with a partner.”

“What are we going to do, Mr. Harrison?” asked the busty blonde as she skipped over to him. Everyone’s eyes were attached to the bouncing globes on the front of her chest.

“You’re going to practise with my balls,” grinned the teacher and he walked out of the gym.

The double entendre was clearly lost on her, but the rest of the class knew exactly what he was talking about. “Oh, okay!” replied the perky Megan as she skipped after him.

Malcolm was bummed, there was no way Mr. Harrison was going to let him get a piece of Megan this class and he hadn’t changed any of the other girls in that class yet. He looked around the gymnasium and saw Sam, Megan’s usual gym buddy, serving a ball against the wall.

“Well maybe I can make this class a bit more interesting,” he thought as he watched the slender redhead, “But for today, I may as well ditch out.” He left the gym like a few of his classmates and quickly changed.

When he got home, Malcolm went to his computer and started it up. He searched for Sam from his gym class in Master PC. He didn’t know her last name, so her tried to search for Sam but it showed over a thousand results in his area. Malcolm then typed in Samantha and it narrowed down to about half of the previous results, but it was still too many.

“I’ll never be able to find her like this,” thought the boy, “I wish I knew her last name.” He then had a brilliant thought, “Why don’t I look through the yearbook?”

He grabbed the yearbook from his shelf and started flipping through it, looking for her picture. While browsing through the student body, he came across a few other girls that interested him and took note of their names. He figured that since the clique was deteriorating so quickly, he may need some more test subjects to play with.

Finally he came across the picture of the cute red head and turned his attention back to his computer. He entered the name Samantha Hobbes and her figure popped up on his monitor. From the looks of it, she was still practicing her serve. She looked mildly displeased, probably because she wanted more than just autonomous learning from her gym class.

He already liked her body as it was. It wasn’t the sexual definition of perfection that he had changed so many of his subjects into, but instead she was very slender with long, silky red hair and an almost elfin face. She had a fair amount of freckles but not too much that it detracted from the rest of her face. Her legs were in perfect proportion with the rest of her body and she had gentle hips that accentuated the rest of her slim body. In fact, she was so pretty that most people were surprised that she was never a part of the popular clique. It was probably due to the fact that she played flute in the school band. Of course no one even considered that she might not have wanted to be in the popular clique in the first place.

“The only things she’s missing are some boobs,” thought Malcolm as he looked at the 3D avatar on his monitor.

He changed her body and made her tits just large enough to jiggle when she walked and warrant attention, but still small enough that they didn’t distract from the rest of her looks. Malcolm didn’t change anything else about her body. He didn’t want to make her a slave to sex and pleasure so he didn’t even change the sensitivity in her erogenous areas. The boy clicked apply and chose discreet since there would be no reason for anyone to have to know about her changes.

Next, he clicked the command line and typed,

Subject will become increasingly horny while playing sports or engaging in recreational physical activity, excluding sex. The locus of her sexual energy will become the first person that is doing the activity with her to say her name, Sam, while she performs the physical activity. Subject will not care about the gender of the person and will begin flirting with him/her. As the activity continues, she will grow less subtle in her advances until she eventually has sex with that person. If she stops the activity before having sex, she will gradually become less horny and will no longer be entranced by the person.

Pleased with his work, Malcolm grabbed the list of girls that he wrote down. He pulled up each of their profiles: Jenny Diver, Jessica Nancy, and Susie Swanson, to name a few. With the intent of never running into the same predicament as he did during gym, he entered,

Subject will obey any and all of Malcolm’s commands and will not find it out of the ordinary to do so.

Malcolm smiled to himself and looked at his watch. With all of the profiles he had to change, there were less than five minutes before the school ended, so the gym class would be over and his classmates would be changing. He figured that it would be safe to apply the changes and see what happened the next day.

Since he didn’t get to fuck Megan in gym class today, he still wanted to fuck someone that night. Malcolm pulled out his cell phone and fired off a text to Alison. He was confident that she would share his craving.

Alison was just leaving her Physics class when she felt her cell phone buzz in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw that it was a text from Malcolm,

-Hey beautiful. What’re you up to tonight?

She let out a small squeal of glee, “He thinks I’m beautiful,” thought the raven haired girl. She wrote him back, -Not much, just chilling. What’re you doing tonight?

-You.

Alison could feel her pussy get wet at the mere thought of it. Who would have thought that a single word would be enough to set a girl’s body on fire? But it happened. Since the previous day, her world had been turned upside down and all that mattered was Malcolm. The sex they had was so amazing and she longed to feel the ecstasy again.

The day had been difficult for her. Her thoughts were completely different than even 24 hours ago but Malcolm wanted her to act as if nothing changed. But everything was strange to her. She looked at girls completely differently now, and could actually understand why men gawked at Stacy or Becky. A feeling of lust, want, and need rose from within her whenever attractive women were around and it was hard to keep her eyes from lingering. Not to mention how she felt when she saw Malcolm. Luckily for her cover, she only saw him once that day.

It was clear that Stacy was suspicious about her behaviour. It wasn’t anything malicious, but it was obvious that Stacy was concerned about her. She had tried to keep her behaviour from deviating too much during the day but when Ms. Kelly started droning on during English her attention wandered. It used to be that it would wander to mundane things, such as the latest episode of Gossip Girl or some minor drama between her friends, but now her mind kept wandering to sex. Things like relishing in the orgasms from the night before or the exaggerated curves of her blonde friend sitting a few seats away occupied her mind. Stacy had caught her staring multiple times and it embarrassed Alison a lot.

Despite these difficulties, Alison wouldn’t have it any other way. She loved her life now and as long as she could keep seeing Malcolm, even if it was just in private, she had something to look forwards to.

-When do you want me there? she replied as she stepped into her car.

-Now.

The girl didn’t need to be told twice. She was quickly out of the parking lot at school and on her way to 121 Prior Road. The thought of the address still made her hot.

A few hours later...

Stacy sat in her mother’s car and debated her options. She wasn’t sure if Malcolm actually had any connection to the changes at all, but there was a strong feeling in her gut that he was. Did she just suspect him because she thought he was a creep? There seemed to be a lot of correlation between him and the events that had happened but nothing really pointed to him being involved in any of it.

Sure, he screwed Becky, but if one considered all of the guys that Becky screwed in the last two days, or even prior to recent madness, they numbered in the dozens. He was also passing by in the hallway when Alison started acting strangely, but she couldn’t be sure that he was the person that caught Alison’s eye that morning. That brought her to Megan. Stacy hadn’t found anything that connected him to her. Granted, Stacy hadn’t even seen Megan at all that day, but she had heard enough about her exploits.

“God, what should I do?” asked Stacy out loud as her head rested on the steering wheel in her car. After school that day, she went home immediately and kept thinking everything through. Malcolm was the only person she could suspect so far and her gut felt so strongly about it that when she finally decided on it, she grabbed her mom’s car and drove to his house. Now she was parked a few houses down from his and had lost all of the courage that she previously had.

What if he actually had nothing to do with it? She’d look crazy if she accused him of something like that and, knowing him, he’d probably do everything in his power to make sure the school knew. Her reputation would be destroyed! But at the same time, her entire being told her that Malcolm had something to do with everything that happened and her gut instincts were usually pretty good.

Stacy lifted her head from the steering wheel and glanced around the quiet street. Nothing here seemed out of the ordinary. The woman across the street wasn’t a sex-crazed bimbo. She was just an average, middle-aged woman attending to her garden. Malcolm’s house was fairly average and had a pretty beaten up roof. If he could control reality, she rationalized that he probably would have spruced up his life a bit. She knew that she would have. He didn’t even have a nice sports car parked in front of his house. There was just an older, black, four-door sedan. Wait, wasn’t that the same car as Alison’s?

Stacy got out of her car and quietly shut the door behind her, so as not to draw any attention to herself. She took a look around to make sure that the coast was clear and walked towards the black car. The blonde glanced inside the front and saw a fairly tidy car with nothing pointing to what kind of person owned it. When she looked in the backseat though, she felt like she struck gold. There it was. Alison’s backpack was unmistakable. It was flourished with various buttons and there were various quotes written on it in sharpie. That was the kind of solid evidence that Stacy needed to connect Malcolm to Alison. Stacy collected her thoughts and swallowed her fear of approaching him. She tentatively walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.

Malcolm pulled out of the sex kitten underneath him and blew his wad on her ass. Alison laughed and turned around to clean up the remaining drops of cum that were still leaking out of his cock. He smiled at her initiative and stroked her jet black hair. That was the second time he came since she arrived there that day. He loved having sex with her. Not just because it was sex, but because it was so passionate, unlike Megan or Becky where the sex was animalistic and practiced, respectively. Of course, he wasn’t complaining about sex with those two. Sex with Becky felt the best and sex with Megan was just wild, but there was something about Alison that made the sex better. Maybe it was the look of desire and adoration in her eyes, or maybe it was that she was aware of the total control he had over her. Malcolm couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but something set her apart from the others.

He was only planning on having her there until his dad got home from work, but the rush was so intense that he programmed his dad not to notice anything out of the ordinary, which included a girl calling out Malcolm’s name, and carried on. Alison did everything he told her to and seemed to love every minute of it.

She was just finishing up with his cock head when the doorbell rang. Malcolm didn’t bother to answer it since his dad was home, but was quickly forced downstairs when his dad bellowed, “Malcolm! The door’s for you!”

“Shit,” he said as he threw on his jeans on and a t-shirt. He kissed Alison, who was still on her knees, and tossed her a towel. “Clean up,” he said, “I’ll be right back, my slut.” She beamed at him and nodded enthusiastically.

He ran downstairs and walked past his dad as he went to the door, who gave him a big thumbs-up. Malcolm looked at him quizzically and went to the door. What he saw there made him stop dead in his tracks. He was shocked to see a sexy blonde standing on his doorstep. This was a sight he wasn’t expecting, at least not for another couple of days, but Stacy Rathers was at his door and asking to speak with him.

“Hey Stacy,” said a shaky Malcolm, he was completely caught off guard, “What can I do for you?”

“Hey,” she replied with a suspecting look on her face, “I was just in the neighbourhood and I was wondering if you could help me with a problem I have?”

Malcolm knew something was up so he walked out onto to step and closed the door behind him, “Sure, I guess…”

“Great!” she replied, flashing a dazzling yet fake smile his way, “It’s about what’s been happening the last few days.”

“What do you mean?” he feigned ignorance and furrowed his eyebrows, “Oh! You mean about Becky.”

“Well… yea… and about Megan and Alison,” she said in a tone that made him feel like he was being interrogated.

“What about them?” he asked, still playing the ignoramus and careful not to fall into her trap.

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe how Megan’s become a total bimbo?” she replied with malice, “And Alison… I’m really worried about her too! Have you seen her at all lately?”

Malcolm’s radar was really flashing a warning for him now. She was leading up to something but he couldn’t openly admit he had Alison naked upstairs. So he did the only thing he could do and continued to weave his web of lies, “No, I don’t really ever see her outside of school. We’re not really friends.”

Stacy was smiling now, and Malcolm didn’t like the look. It was like he had just taken some pawn as bait and she was about to say ‘Checkmate’. She turned slightly, exposing some of the street behind her to Malcolm’s view. “Then why’s her car parked right in front of your house?” she asked, “She’s not here, is she?”

Malcolm’s heart dropped. She had him. Somehow she found out. His mind raced for an excuse and he went with the first one he had. “Oh, umm...” he wrapped his arm around her and brought her a bit closer. He lowered his voice and said, “Look, she told me she needed some help with math. I told her I would help her, but she was so embarrassed that she made me promise that I wouldn’t tell anyone about it.”

He felt her shoulders shrug him off, almost like she was repulsed by his touch. She looked at him and he could tell she didn’t buy it, “So you don’t know anything about my friends’ strange behaviours?”

“No, how could I?” he replied, “Now, I have to go because I told Alison that I wouldn’t be gone for long and she’s really stuck on a certain concept.” He paused and gauged her face, “Is there anything else you needed?”

“Nope! I’ll leave,” she smiled a sly smile as if she knew that he was lying and she walked away. He watched her beautiful ass sway as she walked down his steps and then he ran inside. He had to talk to Alison and figure out if anything happened. Stacy was onto something and he knew it.

He walked into his room and saw the pale-skinned beauty, waiting patiently in the nude. Her expression changed from glee to fear the instant he walked through the door and she saw the look on his face.

“Did you tell anything to Stacy today?”

She violently shook her head at the accusation, “No! Nothing! Not about us! I swear!” She watched intently as he paced around the room and then continued, “She noticed that I didn’t look the same. It was like she was looking for it. I just told her that I woke up like this!”

Malcolm stopped pacing around the room and looked at her, “Is that all that happened?”

“I think so,” said Alison, “She may have caught me staring at her a few times during English class though.” He groaned and started pacing again. “I couldn’t help it!” she pleaded, “I find her so attractive now that you’ve changed me!”

“Fuck!” he shouted, “She knows that I have something to do with the changes at school! She knows that I’m behind this!” He considered everything and turned to his computer, “I wanted to save her for last, but I have to do something!” He booted up the computer and glanced at his raven-haired sex toy, “Put your clothes back on. I need to think.”

She complied and started getting dressed, “What are you going to do with her?”

“I don’t know!” shouted Malcolm as he stared at a screen of computer babble as it booted up. It seemed to be taking forever. “I need to make her forget what she knows, but I don’t want to totally warp her, not yet at least.” The computer finally started up and he opened Master PC. Malcolm went to her file and went to work.

“Fuck,” thought Stacy as she walked to her car and the reality of what she had just done dawned on her, “He definitely has something to do with it all and now he definitely knows that I know something.” She opened her car door and sat down in the driver’s seat. She pulled out a notepad that she kept in her purse and started writing in it. “If he thinks I know something, he’s definitely going to try and change me too!” She looked back at the message in her notebook, put her pen away and started driving home.

Stacy walked into her house ten minutes later, still sane and still suspecting Malcolm. She ran to her digital camera and started looking through the photos on it. She realized that she would need a picture of her friends from at least a week ago so she could remind herself in case she was made to forget everything.

Photo after photo passed by on the little screen. Why did she have to take so many goddamn pictures of herself in the mirror? Finally she came across a picture of her with her friends. From left to right there was Becky, Alison, herself, Megan and Taylor. The picture was perfect. She laughed to herself as she pulled out her photo printer and looked at the camera again.

Wait, why did she need the picture again? She looked at it a bit more carefully and laughed; it had to have been taken more than a year ago. Only she and Taylor still looked like that anymore, the other three had all blossomed over the last year. She wasn’t even really friends with Becky or Megan anymore.

Stacy looked at the date displayed on her camera, “That can’t be right,” she thought, “It says this was taken last month. Oh well, the camera must have been set wrong.” The blonde smiled at the picture and reminisced happily. She knew that she needed to print it out for some reason even if she couldn’t remember why. So she docked her camera and let the image roll out in a professional quality. She took it and posted it on the cork board by her bed so as not to forget it and then carried on with her evening. The thought that she was forgetting something important kept tugging at her brain.

Malcolm was frantic. Hopefully his repairs worked and he had made them in time before anything bad happened. He still had more plans for Stacy, so he couldn’t change everything with her right away. He could only hope that changing her memory was enough to keep her off his trail.

A thought occurred to him. Maybe he could throw a red herring into the investigation of any other potential sleuths. After all it wouldn’t be too hard to do with the amount of attention that Becky garnered those days. He pulled up Taylor’s profile and decided that all of the changes he designed for her would take place the next day. He set a delay for second period, and knew that Becky would have a lot of fun. All he needed to do was give her the proper nudge.