The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mike

I couldn’t fucking believe it. I was lord and master over a 100 mile radius and I was stuck walking to school because some dickhead stole Donatello. Master PC was cool, but whoever took Donny wasn’t calling it by name or stripped the thing for parts because I couldn’t just call it back or make Master PC tell me where it was so I could get it myself. In order for Mike’s car to be the car, it had to have a name and, from the looks of it, that meant Mike had to have a car. And right now I didn’t.

MPC could change anything you could name into anything else I’d tried, but it wouldn’t make something out of nothing. Make a mountain out of a mole hill? No problem, if you knew the name of the molehill. Give Wendy Travis from across the street breasts like watermelons? Again no problem. Make Wendy strip naked and ride you like a bronco? Certainly! But make a new corvette out of thin air so Mike didn’t have to walk to school? Nope.

So that mother fucking thief was going to suffer for an eternity when I caught up with him, but they would wait. I still hadn’t come up with something suitable for MacKay. Once I got him out of the way, I’d focus my powers on the car-stealing asshole and—

I was paying zero attention when I walked into the back of Ruben Carter and … Holy babe, Batman!

“Mike. Hey! Back in one piece, huh?”

“Hey, Ruben. Mmmmmm-Mary?” I blinked as the ass-tounding behind pivoted on an equally stunning pair of legs.

“Hiiiiii, Mike,” she oozed, standing to put as much of her body on display as possible. That was an easy thing to do, given how little she wore.

The bible-thumping psycho’s dress sense had changed a bit. She still had the pleated tweed skirt, the white blouse, and the knee high socks, but she wore them differently. Really differently. For one, you could see the tops of the socks and another six inches past that before the skirt started.

Odds were pretty good that she’d run across Terry’s idiotic game and come out the loser. Or the winner. I wasn’t sure yet, because the way she wore the blouse tied closed beneath her breasts definitely won with me. I ached to pull out the laptop and jack those puppies up a few cups, but the support she got from the clinging shirt already made what she had look pretty damn good.

“Mary …” cautioned Ruben. Cautioned both of us, really, because he hadn’t missed they way I’d been ogling her boobs. Maybe Terry was right and presentation counted for more than I thought. Still, another few cups and she’d look killer.

“Sorry,” she said meekly while pressing her hands and forearms together to emphasize her breasts. She hadn’t missed the ogling either, apparently.

I tried to put that behind me and focus on her face. Some people might say she wore too much makeup, but I wouldn’t. I’d say she just about got it right: Seriously slutty, but not over-the-top like an over-the-hill starlet trying to make that one last grab at true stardom. “Uh … what’s up?”

“Nothing much,” she said, “just a little rushed this morning. Slept in, but Ruben woke me up.”

“Ooooh Kay.” Rushed and she still had time to put on that much makeup? Fuck, Ruben was one seriously lucky guy. “So you two are what? Steady?” I asked.

Ruben looked over at Mary, questioningly. “I, uh, guess so. She’s sort of living at my place these days.”

Mary flipped her head dismissively and her wavy, dark hair bounced. “Yeah, my asshole dad kicked me out of the house because I wasn’t being a good enough girl. I am a good girl though, aren’t I, Ruben? I’m very good.”

Ruben choked. He really needed to lighten up, and Mary … that blouse just screamed, “Overflow me! Overflow me!”

“But when Mrs. Carter found out, she flipped. You should have heard her screaming at my parents over the phone, then she offered Cissie’s old room now that she’s off at college. Personally, I think she was looking for a good wife for her son.”

Ruben had another choking fit and stopped dead. “That’s not it at all!” he protested. “We’ve lived next to you for years and what happened with your dad just wasn’t right. I just mentioned to mom and …. I never ….”

“Yes you did. I saw you at the window.”

“That was just once!”

By that point I had my bag off my back and open, and had the laptop halfway out. Since it never ran out of battery power, or generated much heat, I didn’t bother turning it off. Besides you never knew just when you might need to do an emergency breast enlargement.

“Suuuure it was. The first time I crawled into your bed you were hard as a rock before I even got your PJs open. You wanted it!” She smirked and hooked a pair of belt loops in his pants, pulling herself in tight. “Mmm hmmm. You still want it. Poor baby’s all hard because he didn’t get his good morning blowjob.”

My turn to choke. His what? What did Terry do to this chick?

“Can we talk about this later?” asked Ruben, squirming loose.

I had to agree with Ruben, actually. This rapidly approached too much information. Fortunately, I soon had other things to distract me. Two other, rapidly growing, things.

“Why? You keep putting this talk off. What’s the matter? When I wake you up you’re all for it then, but after you get all weird. Never while I’m doing it. It’s not because you’re circumcised or worried about it looking small or something, is it? Trust me, it looks just fine.”

With every spoken word, her tied off shirt became fuller. The knot pulled tighter and higher, pushed further from its original resting place over her abdomen. Folds in the fabric became creases, flattened by the need to contain an increasing amount of pressure.

Ruben, completely red in the face at the suggestion of penile insecurity, blurted, “No! It’s … I … I just feel like I’m taking advantage of you. Look, do we have to talk about this in front of Mike?”

I didn’t bother taking a look at Ruben’s current stats. Frankly I didn’t care, so I just upped his sensitivity and staying power and then added a couple inches in length and overall girth. Why not, huh? He was about the only decent jock in the school and deserved something for it. Plus he had the school up near the top of the regional standings for high school basketball, and call me a patriot, but that counted for a lot in my books.

After tomorrow morning if he was still worried about misusing Mary, he was nuts. Just in case, I switched back over to her profile and added a few new things to her sexual interests. Yup, after tonight Ruben’d have to be fucking mental to argue about getting too much sex. If he was, he’d be too tired to be able to bring it up.

“You’re not taking advantage,” she shouted, her breasts, creeping up onto softball size, jiggling beautifully as she moved. The breath she took before continuing was especially dramatic. “I enjoy it, and if I didn’t, it’d still be a fair trade for having a roof over my head. Otherwise I’d be selling myself on the street.”

“There you go!” Ruben said, trying to sound reasonable even in an argument. “It always comes back to money with you. You don’t have to do anything. There are no strings. Mom invited you in because she’s … mom.”

“Oedipal complex?” she asked, eyes narrowing slyly. Her cleavage narrowed as well because there really wasn’t much room left for the alluring gap. Breast began to mash into breast and at that point I decided to call it quits. I could have kept going and made the shirt bigger, but that would have ruined the effect. Sure, she was small by my standards, but I’d inflate her up to spec before I sampled her, when I got around to her.

Ruben recoiled in horror. “Mary!”

“Sorry. It just feels too much like charity sometimes.”

“It is, but it’s not a bad thing. Some things really are gifts.”

Yup. Like a heavy pair of full, firm and proud Double D knockers were God’s gift to the world. Or in this case my gift, via Master PC. Going with slow transformations was pretty dangerous—easier to notice—but much more gratifying than insta-D expansions. And I’d learned from my mistake with nurse what’s-her-name and kept Nobody notices changes on pretty much all the time now.

“Then think of my special wakeup calls as gifts. I won’t miss tomorrow’s, I promise. Hell, you’ve always got such a nice morning wood, I think I’ll screw you awake. I’ve got all sorts of sweet ideas to try out.”

“Mom’ll catch us sooner or later, Mary.”

“Ruben, you are so stupid,” she said, shaking her head. “Where did you think the condoms came from? So shut up and stop arguing. Look, Ruben, we’ve bored Mike so bad that he’s stopped staring at my tits and started playing with his computer. What’sa matter, Mike? I’m not big enough for you?”

Her breasts didn’t have much wiggle room left in that shirt by the time Mary wagged her shoulders, but by god, they sure tried to put on a show.

Nicole Rupert

Those bitches. Those totally mindless assholes! I know I’ll never fit in with them because my tits are smaller than my brain, but Jesus Christ! It’s not my fault half of the squad got expelled. I wasn’t the genius who came up with Fuck A Junior Day. I mean, Jesus! What were they thinking?

Were they thinking? Probably not. Thinking was frowned on in the dance squad these days. Christine has got a brain, obviously, but she’s too busy working with her geek boyfriend on the cure for cancer to be bothered scheduling practices. Christine’s number two, Monica, couldn’t think if she tried. Shadow-Monica did all of the planning; she’s not even on the squad, but still has tits bigger than my head. Besides, neither Monica’s probably even going to this school anymore, not after yesterday, and the only person left on the team with a brain, Aimee, openly admits that she’s only on the team because her boyfriend, Matt, thinks it’s cool to date a cheerleader. It is cool, but ….

This is all just another example of my lousy luck. I finally get on the dance team and they’re going nowhere. They’re a joke. People are actually laughing at us. Laughing at cheerleaders. We’re supposed to be the elite; nobody should laugh at us. Ever.

Face it, Nicole, you’re surrounded by the sort of big titted bimbos that stereotyped cheerleaders in the first place, and unless you do something, you’re going to ride with them all the way to the bottom. I had to turn things around if I didn’t want to lose all of my hard-won respect.

Hmmm. Since this is all a lark for her, maybe Aimee would support me in a coup. And I knew just where to find her. I headed for the lockers by Miss Jacob’s room where Aimee’s boyfriend and the nerd-clique hung out.

Sure enough, there she was, talking to her guy and some of his friends. And Lindsay? What the hell’s Lindsay doing here?

“Hey, Aimee,” I said, sidling up close. “Can we talk? Team business.”

“Oh, sure,” she said brightly. “Nic, this is Matt’s brother, Terry, that’s Suzy and Mike and his girlfriend, Lindsay. The two lovebirds are Lacey and Darren. So what’s up?”

What part of team business didn’t she understand? Hello? Team members only! Sadly treating someone like a moron and then asking them for a favour’s equally stupid, so I nodded and said polite hellos.

Then it hit me. Lindsay was someone’s girlfriend? A nerd’s girlfriend? What? Since when? She looked like a model, and with her tits, she could easily do Playboy. She could do way better, but here she was, clinging to her new guy like … like she was afraid to let go. Of the guys, Matt or Mike would have been the catch in the group, if you had to fish in such diminished waters. Lindsay had taken the best of the batch, but that didn’t say much. Actually, it said fuck all.

Matt had potential, but Mike looked like he was built. Short, but seriously ripped. Still, how did he rate a babe like Lindsay? Lindsay was part of my clique; she should be a sex fantasy for a geek like Mike, not rubbing herself all over him like a sex toy! I mean Marian used to put on shows for guys like these and sometimes we’d lend a hand because they were funny in a sad, sad way.

Mike winked at me, our eyes locked, and I changed my mind. Mike was definitely the one to go after, here or anywhere. So what if he was short? We could see eye to eye while we necked. Swimming in the depths of his pupils, I felt white-hot, like lava or something suffused my blood, but then Terry ruined the moment by elbowing Mike.

OK. So what if he was hot? Normally I could have Mike any time I wanted. He was interested, I could tell, but winning him away from a body like Lindsay’s would be a hell of a victory; both a challenge and a prized catch for my trophy room, stuffed and mounted in all the meanings of the word. God! I’d mount him in a minute if I could get him alone.

But there had to be something wrong with Lindsay. What she had to be jealous about before, I had never figured out, but today, she didn’t look like she wanted to be me; she looked like she wanted to eat me. She wasn’t going gay, was she?

Oh, definitely not. She clung to Mike like a whore, her hands drifting dangerously close to the bulge in his pants—

I did a double take. Holy shit, this Mike guy was huge! That thing had to be at least a foot long. Now I started to get it. I couldn’t help but! The heat from the look he gave me earlier was nothing compared to how I burned now. Lindsay’s hand played across the half of Mike’s cock that stuck up out of his jeans under his shirt and I got seriously jealous. I wanted to do that. I wanted to rip his pants off and jam as much as I could inside me! I, I, I! Me, me, me! Sure he was short, but I could forgive a lot for those muscles and that massive rod of pussy pleasing power!

Where the hell did that come from? As if I was just going to start fucking a total stranger!

Lindsay starred right at me, stroking him slowly up and down through his clothes and the expression on her face said, “Yeah? You want this? Fine, but if you want any, Mike and I share you.”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I was considering it. I tried to get back on topic, but I’d blown it. I’d lost my train of thought. Somewhere nearby stood Aimee and Matt and a bunch of other people watching me drooling and squirming, fighting to keep myself from just submitting to my burning desires and bowing and pledging eternal servitude to Mike and his throbbing, pulsing cock.

“Aaaaimeee,” I finally managed to moan. “Wuh-we need to talk. You-ou-ou, meeee. Sss-squad business. Coup. Replace Christine. Great. Best squad, ever. Oh fuck. Please, Mike. Want it so bad. Take me. Fuck me.”

“Mike,” said Terry over the roar of blood in my ears, “turn it off.”

“Why?” asked Suzy as I drifted away, lost in a haze of raw lust. “She’s cute.”

Something switched on in Suzy. Suddenly she mattered. Her large, round breasts; her flowing blonde hair; and her long, long, legs called to me, commanded me to stare, drink her in. My mind swam and I went cross-eyed trying to look at Suzy and Mike at the same time. Suzy won and visions of me between her legs licking and sucking and fondling and fucking danced before me.

Oh God. Oh God. I was the one going gay, but I could do her right. The singing choir in my head told me that I could. They swore up and down that I could, should, and would please her and in return, she’d make me cum again and again and forever. She and Terry would make me feel like nothing I’d ever felt before. I lay squirming on a bed, Suzy lapping betweenlegs while Terry and some brunette feasted on my nipples. My knees bent under me offering my gushing pussy to Terry-Mike-Terry-Mike while I pleasured my blonde goddess. He plunged into me, making me scream into Suzy as she bucked against my mouth.struggled to determine which excited me more: Being filled with a rhythmically thrusting cock or the taste of Suzy’s soft, smooth flesh as she came and came again.

Oh fuck. Bathroom. I just had to cum. I had to cum. I had to cum. I had to—

Click.

I stood in a crowded hallway with my hands down the front of my unbuttoned jeans, frozen and watched by a few dozen eyes. My pussy pulsed around my soaked fingers.

“Help?” I squeaked, then with a flash of multi-coloured light, I exploded. My life was so over. Everything went white, then black.

Terry

“Jesus you two!” I yelled once we’d gotten far enough away from the chaos at my locker to be able to hear and not be heard. “What were you trying to do? Melt her brain?”

“I can’t speak for Mike,” said Suzy, “But I was aiming decidedly lower. She melted all right.”

“I was just playing around,” Mike said with a shrug. “She looked all uptight about something and really needed to relax. Besides, I’m getting behind schedule here. Second day out and I haven’t done a cheerleader yet.”

“I can’t believe this. Lindsay’s not enough, Mike?”

“Lindsay’s not a cheerleader. Gotta catch ’em all, dude. You’d be better off asking Suzy why you’re not enough.”

“I can’t help it,” she replied, her breasts bouncing as she mocked Mike’s shrug. “I accidentally got turned into a bisexual.”

“You could, you know, just change yourself back ….”

“Are you kidding? I’m loving this and, Terry, you can’t tell me that you don’t enjoy it just as much. Me and Jamie, me and Jenn, the time we almost got Lacey, before you backed out …. How about me and Yvonne Neumarr and Julie Craig? That one was a blast!”

“You did Neumarr and Craig?” blurted Mike.

“We did Neumarr and Craig,” Suzy corrected, pointing at me. “In costume!

“By the way, Terry, Danny’s been asking questions. You’d think he thought he was still the vice principal.”

“He should still be the vice principal,” said Mike. “His replacement’s a loser. I almost respected Grant; he was a worthy challenge and ran a tight ship. The Vampire just looks scary.”

“Can we just get back on topic here?” I asked. “Suzy, I thought we’d agreed: No overt mind control.”

“That was body control. I didn’t do a thing to her mind; I just let her libido spin out of control and do the work for me. Mike already had her pretty keyed up, so I just directed her natural unnatural inclinations my way and turned off that cloaking field you stuck me with.”

“Hey, that wording was a good idea. Even you agreed on that.”

“I know. I’d never get a moment’s rest if everyone realized how beautiful I am, but give me a break. Now that I have it, I have to flaunt it every now and then or I’ll go nuts.”

“I can appreciate that, but you had whoever she was—”

“Nicole,” offered Mike.

“You had Nicole so hot she was masturbating in the hallway.”

“Yup. I generally have ’em save it for the bed,” teased Mike. “Or at least a quiet class room.”

“And you get the snot kicked out of you by the jock boyfriend.”

“Not happening next time,” Mike shot back. “Right now I’m just experimenting with my look, but I’m not gonna be a useless fat fuck anymore.”

“Mike, you weren’t useless. You just needed to think things through more carefully.”

“Hate to do it,” said Suzy, “but I have to agree. MacKay laid into you with that bat before either of us had a chance to do anything.”

“Don’t worry about him,” Mike said darkly. “I’ll be taking care of him when I’m good and ready, but he’s an idiot. Just a blunt instrument. Right now I’m after bigger game.”

Danny

“I dunno what it is about Suzy, Danny,” said Bob Unger, photographer for the school new paper and yearbook, as he handed over a CD. “But she takes great pictures. I’ve got a collection on there like you wouldn’t believe. She just loves posing.”

“Thanks, Bob,” I said, taking the CD.

“What d’you need these for anyway? Starting up a porn site?”

“Research. Something weird is going on.”

“I’ll say. I snapped a few shots of the second floor orgy yesterday. The Vampire broke it up, but everyone was still walking around school like nothing had happened later that afternoon.”

“Yeah, well Blaskó’s always been a bit of an idiot. There are a few types of people who should never be exposed to students, and Billy hits just about all of them. Somehow he got promoted up instead of kicked out.”

“Billy?”

“I meant Blaskó.”

Bob just shrugged, so I thanked him again and headed for the library.

Suzy was involved, I knew that much from breaking into her locker, but Terry … I tried to jimmy Terry’s lock and it wouldn’t open. It was one of the cruddy locks the school sold for two bucks, and I could crack those while asleep. But not Terry’s. The janitor’s bolt cutters couldn’t even dent it. Something funny was happening at Hübsches-Mädchen High, but I was going to put an end to it.

Right after I figured out what ‘it’ was.

So …. I had a set of pictures of Suzy showing off, thanks to Bob and his tireless work on the Yearbook. That guy never stopped. Anyway, he had a great shot of Suzy in a pair of jeans and a tank top and standing just like subject one: A picture of a model I’d grabbed off the net. Putting them side to side on the monitor, I compared the two. Both had spun gold for hair, round asses, kissable lips, and frankly the model really turned me on. Suzy? Nada.

Porn star vs. Suzy. After some searching, I again had a close match. They wore the same sultry “fuck me” expressions and the porn star was a closer match on the breast front this time, but she probably had help. All in all, Britney Skye was hot, but looked a bit too dim for my tastes. Suzy didn’t look stupid, but she didn’t look hot either.

I needed someone smart and sexy, easier said than done unfortunately, outside of fetish shots that looked too posed or just outright pornographic.

More googling found a film called The Educator. The principal actress, one Kelly Adams, was exactly what I’d been looking for. Not to compare against Suzy, but as a potential life partner. Man, if only I was a few years older! She had a mind-blowing body to go along with an intelligent face and enough optional extras to make a Yugo cost a million bucks. Suzy didn’t even come close. Probably no one did.

Then I was reminded of someone who exceeded.

“Surfing for porn at school, Danny?” asked Miss Jacobs. “Don’t tell me how you got past the filter because I don’t want to know.”

Uhm. What filter? I asked myself, wishing I could button my pants down a bit to relieve some of the pressure on my aching dick. All I did was log in.

She leaned in for a closer look, her breasts pressing firmly into my back as her cheek rubbed mine. I swear I felt her nipples stiffening as she nodded her approval. I swear I heard my penis screaming in the agony of anticipating the impossible.

“Well, at least you have taste,” she whispered in my ear. “Kelly Adams is my favourite, and that’s her best movie, but I like the pictures where she has her hair long, like this.”

Standing back up, and spinning me and my seat around in the process, she pulled a pin lose and her elaborate coiffure collapsed around her face, over her shoulders and down her back. I almost creamed, then Miss Jacobs ran her fingers through her hair, a beatific expression on her face as though she were being pleasured by the Grand Master of cunnilingus. I’d have sold my soul to have been the one making her look like that.

“How do I look?” she asked. “Not too bad for an old lady?”

I sputtered. She’d struck the pose from the back of the movie’s case. She even got the look right. Right beside was the porn star’s impression of the orgasming Miss Jacobs I’d seen a moment, or it might have been a lifetime, earlier. This isn’t her, is it? It couldn’t be! They have the same first name, but there is no way Miss Jacobs moonlights as a porn star.

“I love that picture,” she sighed, hitting a note that made my dick resonate and try to climb out of my pants. “In the movie, that scene, I’d love to have someone make me feel like that.”

I don’t believe this! Is she coming onto me? I hunched over to try to conceal the frantically throbbing bulge trying to tear its way free of my jeans and failed. She took a long, lingering look and smirked. At least I think it was a smirk.

“I, uh, uhm. Yeah.” I was making a complete ass of myself. What happened to the glib and confident Danny Grant? He’s melting into a pool of pre-cum, that’s what.

“Anyway,” she said, with an erotic, hair-tossing flip of her head, “this is a library, so you better get rid of that before you get caught by someone who doesn’t understand the raging hormones of a teenager. The Vampire, for example. Ick.

“If you would like to see that movie, let me know, and I’ll loan you my copy. It’s very educational, but make sure you watch it with someone who’ll appreciate it—”

Her eyes twinkled, her face shone, and her voice sounded breathy, its tone calculated to inflame the sexual imagination of a man. She paused to take a deep breath and her half-suit seemed to tighten on her. She is! She is hitting on me!

“—Like Dee.”

Damn!