The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mike

“Hey, Nicole, sorry about earlier,” I said, watching as she jerked, went white for a moment, and then bloomed red.

“I gotta go,” she said, slamming her locker shut and turning so she wouldn’t have to look at me.

Tough luck, babe. You can’t get away that easily. I raised the organic antenna and National Penis Radio was on the air, pumping all sorts of sweet sexual signals into her mind and body. Her body jolted again, but this time it was a sexy, back arcing jolt, and after she seemed to relax.

“Hhhmmmmm …” she half sighed, half moaned, swaying softly on her feet.

“I was kind of worried about you after, uhm, earlier. Want to grab a pop or something?”

She slowly turned around. “Sorry. I’ve got—oh! Got practice. Ohhhh. Do you want to … watch?”

She’d started out looking a little frightened, but by the time the idea of inviting me along had hit the surface, a few near-orgasms had changed her mind. All I had to do was think about it and the sensation of my cock filling her to the brim with delight flashed through her body. As far as she could tell, she was having one, long, extremely graphic sexual fantasy, but in reality I simply fucked her body with the help of her brain.

I slid in with, “Sure, Nicole, who wouldn’t want to watch you strut your stuff?” and she squirmed, her hips rolling on a non-existent cock that only the inner most parts of her brain believed existed. The rest of her thought she was just standing there, talking, but her body enjoyed and responded to the stimulation the way nature had intended. With, “You’ve got a body that would make the Pope hard,” I allowed the imaginary erection to withdraw.

“Uhhh,” she panted, believing that my cock parted her pussy again, slowly delving impossibly deep. “Earlier? I’m not normally like that. I think I was—uhhoo-oo-oooo—I don’t know. Oh. Mmm-mmm,” My brain thrust and her body arched again, putting her smallish breasts on display. Mind you, my idea of small’s a bit bigger than most, so she probably wore a C-cup.

“Ffffuh-huh,” she moaned rubbing her hands down the side of her waist and hips. “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

In truth, she was lost to, Whenever Mike wants her to, Nicole will subconsciously feel as though she were being fucked by Mike’s cock in whatever rhythm he chooses, bringing her to the brink of, but never to, orgasm, so this seemed to be a great time to lie. “Don’t know either, but don’t worry. I won’t bring it up if you don’t.”

Then I concentrated and tried out another bit of programming, Whenever Mike wants it, Nicole will feel lips, teeth, and a tongue playing with her down below, licking, nibbling, and eating her out. No matter how much it disturbs her, it will feel too good for her to want it to stop.

She immediately shivered and her eyelids fluttered madly. “I, uh, can’t believe I didn’t get s-sent home or something.”

Of course she didn’t. I took care of that second thing because suspended or expelled, she was useless to me, but telling her that would be a pretty stupid move because it would lead to explanations that would require a lot of lying. “Nothing to worry about. The Vampire’s an idiot anyway.”

I thrust, she yelped, and then she gingerly took a step, walking in the general direction of the gym. I couldn’t believe that she could actually walk with all of that wiggle and sway, and it was a little boring to just watch her having all the fun, so I turned down the volume, removing the tongues and leaving the faux cock embedded deep to just give her a satisfying fake fullness, and shrugged as her hips decelerated to a sexy tense-and-relax pistonning motion, trying to tempt the thick intruder into moving once again.

“Meh. Cheerleaders live by different rules. I was in the hospital, so I missed it, but apparently, a good chunk of the last batch didn’t get in any trouble until after things got out of hand at some sort of juniors appreciation day. You wouldn’t catch me sucking off a junior.”

“Me neither. Hey, we’ve got something in common!” Hungry eyes looked me over quizzically without adding the, “But I’ll suck you off anytime, stud,” they implied. I couldn’t wait to make that a reality, but I was going to have to if I wanted to do this right. Besides, absence makes the dick grow harder.

“What were you in the hospital for?” she asked, finally recovering enough to be intelligently conversant again.

Get real. She was Marian’s best friend, if Marian had friends, so she had to just be making conversation or playing dumb. “Doug MacKay turned me into a pizza because I was sleeping with Marian Gerstner.”

“Oh.” She paused, then, “Oh! You’re that Mike!”

Oh so now she …. How the hell could she forget something like that? I mean she and Marian …. For years they ….

The smile that shot across her face destroyed my train of thought. I could just imagine what ran through her mind—right along side the fevered, but not acted on, desire to rip my pants open and start celebrating Mike Appreciation day early—and it went something like, This is going to be one wicked notch on my gun belt!

“When she’s not all pissed off over … it, she says you’re, ‘Like, the best fuck, evar!’ One time we were at a sort-of party and she was blasted out of her mind and she went on and on and on about how good it was. Then she threw up. You really left her a mess, Mike. That whole thing left Marian a wreck, but she’s got some new doctor. I haven’t seen her in, like, a week.

“So … are you and Lindsay …?”

“We haven’t really decided if we want to tie each other down yet.” That was the truth, actually. Lindsay wanted to tie Nicole down and then lick her into a million orgasms. Any girl I find attractive, Lindsay finds attractive, only more so, and Nicole was a serious hottie. For a total bitch, that is.

“Sweeeeeet.” Pressing in close, as though to say, “Ditch that Lindsay bitch. Here’s what I have to offer!” her body interlocked with mine quite nicely. Mind you, I’d had a lot of work done lately and she had busy, very friendly hands.

We parted way in the hall when she ran into the back door of the gym because it’s closer to the change rooms. I went around a bit further to find the bleachers were still where I’d left them.

The gym looked the same as it always did: The Holy Church of the Jock. Above the change rooms and equipment storage, the weight training equipment sat unused. Kind of a pity really; if I’d spent more time up there, maybe I’d still have the last month of my life. And maybe not. Maybe Suzy was right and MacKay just beat the bejesus out of me before anyone could have stopped him. Maybe she was, but I’d never tell her that to her face.

I looked down on the girls warming up and took heart. At any other time of my life, MacKay would have ruined me completely, but I had found Master PC just in time. Mind you, without MPC, I probably wouldn’t have found myself in the middle of his warpath. I’d have just died of boredom. With a small army of seriously top heavy blondes stretching things were anything but boring right now. As much as I hated the loss of a month, the up seemed to outweigh the down.

It would have been nice to see the girls practice outside. I could have made them do it, but it was still pretty miserable and what was the point? I could make them do it and knowing that just seemed to remove any desire to go outside and get rained on along with them.

Nicole ran out onto the mats, late and flushed red. Gosh! I wonder what she’d been up to? Sure didn’t take her long, given the condition I’d left her in, and it wasn’t over yet. This really was a lot of fun—beyond just messing with people, that is—sitting in the stands with a hot girl smiling and waving up at me. And shaking a bit as I rewarded her with a short, hunger-amplifying orgasm.

I grinned and waved back. Actually, she looked kind of silly down there. The rest of the girls were blonde, at least double Ds, and even an amateur observer like myself could see why Nicole hadn’t made the cut before Grant decimated the squad. Nicole clashed, stylistically and … well, I guess their drill routine was also style, so I guess you could say that Nicole had no style.

But she did, just not any cheerleading style, so out came the laptop and I began to fiddle.

Nicole came so close to becoming blonde, but you know … I really liked her hair. Blonde looks great on the right type of body, but I wanted more than a body. Marian Gerstner’s best friend and partner in the crime of making Michael Wagner whack off in frustration for coming on four years was going to be my work of art.

Ultimately, Nicole’s hair remains a deep auburn but gains reddish highlights and is cut in a wavy wedge that is short in front and ending at the point near the small of her back. Her bangs are short above the eyes but curve down around her face, increasing in leangth as they pull back until they merge into her lush mane.

I fixed “leangth” and then watched her carefully as I hit enter. Pop! Instant hairdo. With Nicole out of the way for a moment, I pulled up my secret porn stash—not so secret anymore, since Terry and Suzy had probably been though my computer with a fine-toothed comb while I’d been out of it—and used the pictures as photo reference to give the rest of the dance squad some variation, taking care to leave Aimee alone. If anything would piss off Terry or Matt, it’d be mucking with their women. I’d save that for when I needed to deliver a message.

I took a peek, though, and man! Aimee was a slut. She was into everything! Some of it should have been mutually exclusive, so Matt had probably done some fumbling around. The kid was such an idiot sometimes. Still, his girlfriend’s alterations gave me a few ideas for my next pass through Nicole.

In addition to creating a heretofore unknown craving for anal and oral sex in a couple dozen varieties, I gave Nicole equipment that could match up with mine and a hyperactive sexual response cycle that guaranteed plenty of multiple orgasms. Her breasts took a lot of thought, using the 3D morphing tool to try a wide variety of combinations on her frame—round and high, full and tear dropped, bouncy and fluid, even a pair that jutted from her chest like a pair of two-liter bottles. The last looked fucking awesome on the monitor, so I tried them out on her real body, after ensuring that her bra could take it.

I clicked apply and blammo! Her bra could take it, but her sweater couldn’t, horribly warping the school’s HMH logo and partly unravelling itself before exploding and scaring the shit out of her. The rest of the cheerleaders just looked amazed and started giggling—except for Matt’s girl. Because she still had a functional brain, her face screwed up into a mask of unbelief.

“What the fuck!” Nicole shrieked, her huge boobs waving around inside a bra stretched to translucency. “My top just fell apart for no reason! Who bought this cheap shit?”

I almost fell over laughing. That nobody notices changes thing was an absolute riot.

“God hates me today,” she screamed, storming back into the change room with the boobs vibrating up and down with every footfall. “How could things get any worse?”

I could think of a few dozen, starting with a football-playing gorilla doing his best Barry Bonds impression on your skull, but demonstrating was totally out of the question. I knew first hand how hard it was to enjoy sex in a state like that, and I still had some aspirations for the evening.

She reappeared a few minutes later looking something like Mary had earlier with her shirt tied up under her breasts. Not over them, because there was no way were they going to fit, but she tried for some modesty at least. Still stamping her feet—I figured that being a little grumpy was OK, given what she’d been going through—she looked more angry than beautiful, so I cheered her up with a smile and a blast of hot wet heat that nearly drove her to her knees. I particularly liked the way I could easily make out the nipple erection as they sprung to full attention.

Every jiggle-inducing movement ramped up the pleasure those eager new breasts brought her, but she did her best to slip back into the routine despite the dizzying sensations slowly turning her brain into mush. The look on her face had my cock rock hard and the only thing missing was a warm pair of lips to take the edge off, but hell, if she could take it then so could I.

This going slowly thing actually was pretty cool, but while I waited, I tinkered a bit more. Most of the work was on Nicole, but some of the other cheerleaders needed a small tweak here and there. Monica got a rounder ass; Christine, the head cheerleader, a smaller, cuter nose; one of the newer girls, I didn’t recognize her at any rate, needed longer legs that she wouldn’t get until I could catch her name; and the rest were just little cosmetic things here and there.

All in all, it was great fun, watching and editing, until Nicole’s sense of balance, not caught up to her new breasts, failed her and she hit the floor, hard. I didn’t do that on purpose.

Honest! What do you think I am? Some sort of asshole?

“Ow! You dumb bi …. You’re supposed to catch me, Monica! Oh fuck, I chipped a tooth,” she groaned, loud enough for me to hear up in the stands.

I couldn’t have that, especially not after having reshaped her lips and increased the dexterity and sexual sensitivity of her tongue. I’d just built her a mouth for the ultimate in oral action and she chipped a tooth. Some people are born losers, I guess, but thankfully I was there to look after her.

She lay there not wanting to get up for a few seconds then flashed me a closed mouth smile and rolled onto her feet. She couldn’t have done than more than a few minutes ago, but watching how easily the other girls moved, and having experienced the flexible lovemaking of Lindsay and Katelyn, I figured Nicole needed all the help she could get to keep up with her competition. Besides, even if I was planning on discarding her in the morning, I owed it to myself to enjoy her for all she was worth tonight.

Once she got into motion, the massive, thrusting boobs just looked too fake, even for me. They didn’t even jiggle right. They couldn’t jiggle right, because if they did, they would just sag and flop over rather than project. Instead of a proper jiggly motion, all I got was an up and down vibration when she moved. It looked neat, but got boring fast.

I suppose I could have dealt with those problems if I dicked round long enough, but there didn’t seem to be much point. No matter what I did, they’d always look fake to me. I finally settled on an up-scaled Jenna Jameson look that dominated Nicole’s torso and filled her repaired squad uniform dramatically, easily putting her on par with the rest of the squad and well ahead of the bulk of the newbies.

Now they looked out of place, so I wracked my brain for the names of the replacement cheerleaders. Ultimately, most of the girls were recognizable, and I caught bits of conversation, but two had to go home relatively flat chested. Cameron, now that I recalled her name, got both big boobs and those long legs I’d been trying for earlier. I mentally marked of a couple hours of Cameron time for the weekend and then made a few adjustments to her thinking so that she’d look forward to it as well.

Now I had two busty, long-legged babes smiling up at me from the gym floor, horny as fuck, with pools of pussy juice collecting under them on the mats.

As for Nicole, I’d give her the bottle boobs again sometime later—probably when I had her lying on her back, begging for a good, hard fuck. Tonight, in other words.

That was an idea that had me so engrossed that I nearly had a heart attack when Danny Grant piped up behind me.

“Done playing with them yet?”

Danny

Mike slammed his laptop shut, but by then I’d seen enough. “For Christ’s sake, Mike, those are people! Damn impressive though. How does it work?”

“What work? Jesus, man! Don’t scare a guy like that! This? It’s a, uh, 3D poser program I got off the net.”

“My ass it is! I’ve been watching for the last ten minutes, and in that time, the mean cup size on the dance squad went up by at least two, Cameron’s about six inches taller, all in her legs, and Nicole’s had half a dozen different sets of boobs. The sick thing is I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been watching you do all of it. Now come on; how does it work?”

Rather than answer, Mike leapt forward and somehow managed to clear the twenty or so feet of bleachers in two giant strides. Sure the drop off helped enormously, but, “How the hell did he do that?”

Duh. The laptop. Obviously it could do more than inflate boobs. And that meant I was in a world of trouble if I gave him enough time to settle down and do something else. I gave chase because it was the only thing I could do. If I didn’t keep him off balance, I could quite literally be the walrus by the time he was through with me.

At least now I know why MacKay had totally overreacted. If I had half a brain, I wouldn’t have tried reasoning, but if I had taken Mike out, what about Terry? Would I have had to go after him, too? And what then? Matt? Suzy? Violence is crap. You can never tell for sure if it really will solve the problem, just delay it, or make it worse.

Damn, Mike was fast. He took off like a lightning bolt, straight-armed the gymnasium door and vamoosed like a bat out of hell. I dashed through after him and out onto the athletic field where the slippery, soaked grass and rain almost made us equal. He cut right, through the old smoke pit, and lost a few seconds wrenching the cafeteria’s back door open.

I caught the door before it closed and raced through. After school there wasn’t much going on. A couple of study groups hogged tables, but there were no crowds and dead ahead was another closing door. He was gaining on me, so I took a gamble and ran across the caf to the far door and burst through it. No Mike. He must have doubled back outside.

No. There he was, bracing the door that I should have run through. I would have ploughed right into an unmoving door like it was a wall and Mike would have had all the time he needed to escape. Or stand there, laughing his fat ass off. As it was, he still had plenty of time. He didn’t bother stopping to see why nobody had run into his booby trap, he just made a dash for the outside again, probably to slip back into the gym or head across the ball diamond and into the park to hide.

He did neither, instead cutting across the outside of the caf and over to metal shop. Great. Cat and mouse inside a dark building full of sharp bits of rejected shovels from the junior shop classes and jackasses trying to make shuriken.

But that was nothing. I’d been at Hübsches-Mädchen for what? A week? And I was chasing a guy who’d been here for four years through a part of the school I’d never had classes in, but I knew inside and out. Conclusion?

Somebody had already gotten me with that computer. Danny Grant, or whoever I really was, had been to this school before.

“Mike!” I shouted into the blackness. “Truce? I want to know what’s going on. I want to know what you guys did to me.”

I half expected a response of, “Up yours, copper,” but instead I got krunk. Didn’t even hear him coming.