The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mike

I’d promised Terry that I wouldn’t screw around with MPC much tonight, but some things needed to be taken care of. Looking at the naked 3D model spinning on the screen, I realized that Terry’d been right. I was a fucking mess, but I guess a month lying in a hospital bed doesn’t give many opportunities for exercise. I was a flabby, pasty-faced blob. I’ve always been a flabby, but the rest was a new look for me. Generally ADHD took care of my physical fitness concerns, but I still wound up rounder than tall, and right now it looked like all the muscle I had left was in my dick.

Mike is in the physical condition he was in before going to the hospital.

Would you believe that I almost hit enter? Before going to the hospital, I was lying, broken and bleeding, on the floor in Miss Hendrick’s room. Real fucking smart, Mikey. On the other hand, the best condition I’d ever been in was probably back when I was in scouts and being fourteen again wasn’t very appealing, either.

This was going to take some thinking. I wanted something athletic, but not bulky, like a basketball player or a runner. You know … in shape, not some fucking meathead. I wanted something more in line with Peter Parker. Spiderman’s ripped, but subtle—and I bet he could kick anyone’s ass at Halo.

So I wound up just fixing my teeth and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening playing videogames. After being absent for a month I was so far behind the rest of my guild that it wasn’t funny, but fortunately, I had time to catch up. Heck, I’d been gone almost a month and at first the guys were worried that I’d dropped out of the game and sold my character.

Like I’d do that! I had way too much time invested to let some no-skill asshole run me into the ground. I proved that I was me, explained what had happened—basically that I got bushwhacked in a fight over a girl—and invited everybody out to a celebratory brawl, but they were busy planning a raid that I was too low level to survive.

Turns out it was a good thing, too. The hospital’s network was slower than the dial-up I had at home and way too slow to cope. I got tired of the lag pretty quickly, and watching my character get clubbed to death by an Ogre because I couldn’t react fast enough sort of finished my interest in the game. It’s hella different in real life and nothing I ever wanted to experience again, including virtually.

Going with the metaphor from before, Spider-sense seemed safe enough on the surface. I’d have gone for the whole package, but I’ve read Niven. The thought of tearing someone apart while in the throes of orgasm made Mister Willie very sad and floppy. Still, a little more muscle couldn’t hurt, so I went at it.

“Well, you’re looking a lot better today. Is that your Physio target?”

I looked up at the nurse and followed her finger back to the 3D model of my body rotating on the screen. Shit. Busted. “Uh. Yeah. You could say that.”

I looked at her again and got to thinking. She was OK looking, with a decent set of boobs that probably sat a bit above average size. They looked good on her, or better than the usual chunky nurses who stalked the floor, not that it mattered a bit. I could easily bring everything up to naughty nurse spec, but who was she? This placed needed more name tags.

Mike knows nurse’s name, I typed. This time I really was in good enough shape to enjoy myself, so cry havoc and let loose the dicks of war!

Nothing, so I typed, Mike knows the name of the nurse he’s talking to, while saying “I’ve got plans, and I’m not getting jumped again, that’s for sure.”

“Good idea,” said Shanna Haney. “I’ve seen car accident victims in better shape than you were.”

I turned the laptop away from her so she couldn’t see, and she smiled smugly. But only because she didn’t know what was really going on.

Shanna Haney’s hair is turning into a silky, sexy platinum blonde and growing down to her ass. I hit enter and watched her muddy bob slowly lighten and lengthen as she looked at the instrument panel and noted down a few readings. God I love this stuff.

She brushed what once were bangs out of her eyes once, twice, and on the third she stopped and held a handful of straw-coloured sunlight. “What’s …?”

Ah shit. Didn’t have Nobody notices changes on. Too late now, so, Shanna, what’s happening to your hair is turning you on, I typed as I asked, “What’s what?”

She shivered. “M-my hair. It’s ….”

Mike’s approval makes you feel good, I added next. “I like it.”

I couldn’t pass up on a trip to the hospital without consciously fucking at least one nurse, so, The happier you make him, the stronger and more erotic the pleasure becomes. Making Mike horny makes you very horny.

“Long hair’s sexy,” I said, just to see the response.

“Y-yess,” she murmured. “Glad you like it, but how?”

“Like it? I love it! All women should have hair like yours.” You love your new, long hair, Shanna. It growing is the best thing that ever happened to you. It makes you feel sexier, more desirable, and hornier.

“Thank you.” She smiled genuinely now, her face beginning to glow, and toyed with her hair. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Someone to talk to? Haven’t had much of an opportunity lately.”

She swept the flowing, almost-white mane of silky glory out of the way and onto her shoulder, sat down in one of the chairs, and played with her hair as she asked, “What do you want to talk about?”

Shiny and blonde, she caught the light, but needed something more, like, Subject’s hair is expertly styled to make it fuller and wavy. Previously straight because of the weight, her hair puffed out, cut into layers so that it was no longer one more-or-less uniform and dull sheet. I was rock hard at this point, and she wasn’t begging to suck on my ‘powerfully throbbing member,’ so this had to be one of the nurses Terry had cured of my cock’s power. Or maybe because the table and laptop were shielding her eyes. “How about you?”

Shanna, as you talk, you will fantasize about Mike’s cock. You would like to see how big it is and how it would feel inside yyou. I re-typed the command to fix the yyou and mentally kicked myself. This was precision equipment, and there was no room for error when reweaving the fabric of reality.

“Me?” she asked, eyes narrowing as she squinted to try and see under the table. “Not much to tell, really. I’m thirty, single,” I picked up the heavy emphasis on single, “and a little confused. I love it, but what’s up with my hair?”

“Who cares? You look hot and you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Button down your top a little.”

She paused for a moment, then popped a button. I smiled, she flushed and then more buttons followed.

“My hair, your smile, what’s going on?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, typing, Shanna didn’t wear a bra today.

“I’m trying not to. I’ve never felt like this before, but this is just weird.”

I paused to spell check before hitting enter this time and then decided I could do better. Shanna is wearing sexy, ‘fuck me’ style lingerie under her uniform. She always does because it makes her horny to think of what she’s getting away with. The exposed bits of her utilitarian white bra vanished, replaced with a hint of low-cut red lace.

And she didn’t have to be thirty. Eighteen sounded just fine, so I made it happen and watched her youthen. A bit of extra roundness to her face, some wrinkles went away … and her boobs got smaller.

I blinked. That was no fun at all, but once I got over the shock, I realized that it would be easy to fix that little oversight as well.

“What?” she asked in a higher-pitched voice. She froze at the sound of her own voice, then looked at her hands. “Ohmigod!” She looked around for a panicked few second and then jumped to her feet, just in time for, Shanna’s tits are perfect, firm-but-jiggly, H-cup wonders of exquisite sexual sensitivity to kick in.

A soft whumping sound accompanied the massive redistribution of air inside her clothes and tension applied to fabric. Before, I’d had a tolerable view of the tops of her breasts, but now jumbo tits filled her uniform to the breaking point, transforming the lace-trimmed gap into cleavage central.

A squeaked, “Eeep!” followed as she fell forward onto my bed.

Shoving the table out of the way I sat up and tried to grab her before she slid to the floor. Or started screaming.

She pushed me away and got her hands under her to lever herself back onto her feet, but instead they rubbed across the masses of her breasts and wound up arching in shock as blast of pure sexual pleasure shot through her. For a moment Shanna choked on air as she tried to over inflate her lungs, and then she got ready to scream.

Fortunately, before she could deafen me and start a panic, she caught sight of the hard-on right beside her face. Air whistled out of her as a sigh, depriving the delayed shriek of its fuel. By the time she managed to reload, I was ready to cover her mouth. Or I would have been if she hadn’t scrambled backwards onto her feet to freak out standing up.

Fuck, could she ever howl!

“What happened? What are you doing to me? I’m—”

She shrieked again, partly because her hands had come up and cupped her breasts.

No one came running. Come to think of it, no one had bothered us when Katelyn, or any of the nurses used me as a sex toy earlier. Terry’d done something to the room, but how? How do you name a room? Mike’s hospital room?

Why not? I’d been able to supercharge Mike’s laptop. Or did I word it, Mike has a laptop that …? I stopped my own little panic attack and watched Shanna stomping her feet and screaming at me, shouting, “What have you done to me?” over and over.

And staring at my cock rather than my face.

“Relax, Shanna.”

“Relax?” she screeched, pulling her eyes up and over before pointing at the rotating render of the new her on my laptop. “You! That! You turned me into a kid again! How can I look after my daughter?”

“Your …! I thought you were single!”

“I am single, you idiot! You ever heard of divorce? I can’t be divorced! I’ve never been married, but I have an eleven year old. That’s impossible. I—”

“I can fix it,” I said, reaching for the computer.

“No!” almost deafened me as she jumped at the laptop.

I managed to get Shanna Stops into MPC before she could get over the bed. Shanna will relax followed it, and I wanted her to stay relaxed, so I typed, Shanna will stop freaking out and behave rationally. She will not fight Mike or run away or try to take the laptop.

“That’s not right,” she sobbed. “You can’t do things like this to people. It’s not right. I’m eighteen and I have an eleven year old daughter. It’s impossible. They’ll take Lucy away. She might not even exist anymore. You—”

“So? Here.” Shanna has full custody of her daughter and her daughter is now her little sister. And, because this was getting out of hand, this time I clicked the Nobody notices changes box. “Problem solved.”

“No it’s not, I—” Her face softened and her attitude completely changed when I hit enter. All of that horniness she’d built up earlier raced back out en mass. “Think we can have a little fun if we keep the noise down?” she asked, winking and opening her top up to reveal more of a crimson camisole and some killer cleavage. “You’re my last check-up on this sweep, and I’ve got fifteen minutes before the next one ….”

She had a cute smile, but, Shanna’s teeth are properly aligned and brilliantly white, surrounded by full, bow-shaped pink lips. And her eyes are a deep bottle blue, her face heart shaped with high cheekbones—

“What are you dooooing,” she whined. “Put that stupid thing away. I’ve only got a couple minutes to get us both off if you don’t start helping.”

OK. This ought to help quite a bit. I hit enter and my cock jolted as her face rearranged. Now she was a total babe, But she’s still eighteen and a trained nurse. How does that work? She should barely be done high school.

Who cares? was the next thought as she pushed the laptop and my hospital gown aside and began to lick and fondle my erection affectionately. I’ll change her back later, after I’ve had some fun.

“God, this thing’s big. Mmmmmm. And tasty too.” The beautiful, bow lips parted as she slid me between them and her hands tightened, trying to wrap all the wary around and stroke as her head bobbed on my shaft. With her first taste, my precum began to stimulate her pleasure centers and she moaned, softly shuddering. As she writhed, perfect, full, weighty, lingerie covered breasts rubbed against my legs and beautiful, long, blonde hair teased my flabby, pathetic abdomen.

I decided that it was time to get into shape. One handed, I loaded my profile and, Fuck. Switching over to edit Shanna had flushed all of the unexecuted and unsaved changes to me. Way to go, Mike. Yay me.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” she cooed. She needed both hands to wrap around my cock, but that didn’t slow her down. “Wanna fuck, but I neeeeed to taste your cum. Please, baby, put that stupid thing away an’ give it to me!”

I wasn’t going to get anywhere and she didn’t seem to mind how pitiful I looked, so I gave it to her. Twice! And you should have seen the look on my sister’s face when she walked in on us.

Terry

“He’s screwing a nurse,” sighed Suzy. “Practically unlimited power, no lack of available women, and he screws a nurse. After giving her huge tits.”

“Of course he is,” I said. “He’s Mike. He’s all in for the old clichés. Turn that off and come to bed.”

“Bed? Terry, it’s only seven thirty.”

“So? It’s not like we’re going to sleep.”

I love it when she has a giggle fit. Sure, she wasn’t stacked to Mike’s preferred level, but she had more than enough jiggle for me.

“Mmmmm. Better not. Still have some homework to do.”

“Awwww.”

“How about this?” she said twisting in her chair to give me a very suggestive gaze as she gestured at the stack of textbooks. “We get this garbage out of the way, and then you can have my ass any way you want it.”

Buttocks tensed and relaxed beneath her tight jeans while her hips rolled in mimicry of copulation and nigh-perfect imitation of Katelyn. “Mmmm. Hmmm. Ohhhh!” she moaned, adding flavour to the faked sex act. “You were right. That is going to be fun to try out. Uses muscles I didn’t even know I had.”

By that point I wasn’t sitting on the bed anymore. I stood right behind her, my hands on her shoulders squeezing softly as I nibbled on her ear.

“Mmm-hmm. Terry … homework? Remember?”

“Homework?” I whispered, teasingly popping blouse buttons as my hands walked down to her stomach. “You’re the one watching porn. I’m all fired up and ready.”

“Porn?”

Mike’s nurse began to bounce frantically on his cock. Her mouth wide open, she must have been making a hell of a racket.

“OK,” admitted Suzy, smirking saucily. “I’m watching porn. Bet you’d like to fuck her, huh? Look at those tits. Mike does great wo-oooo.”

Cupping Suzy’s breasts through her shirt, my thumbs strolled over and around her nipples. She had this teeny-tiny, thin bra on, more for display than anything else, that didn’t even come close to covering her areola. “I’d rather make love with you.” Working to avoid her wavy, honey blonde hair, I kissed my way down her neck and back up again while Suzy squirmed. She finally turned into the kissing.

Mewling in protest when my right hand let up on the breast play, she sighed when she realized that the fingers were heading south and giggled when I found her pants were already open and ready for entry. Exploring the soft, smooth skin before slipping inside her, I asked, “Shaved?”

“Katelyn’s shaved,” she murmured. “Thought you wanted to try her out?”

“Suzy …” I sighed. Sometimes she got weirdly jealous.

“’s OK. Go Mike-sized,” she whispered.

Thump. My pants tightened enormously as Hetero Erectus rose above the waistline and under my shirt.

“Suzy!” I groaned. Hurriedly, my hands left off exploring heaven and sought to free my dick from hell. Pulled tight, the top button was an absolute bitch.

With a deft ankle twist she spun her chair around to face me and, pushing my hands out of the way, pulled my shirt up. She smiled sweetly and said, “Now who’s jealous?” Then she leaned forward and gave the enormous, throbbing tip a lick.

I fought off the shiver and tried to sound grave. “At least I ask before I make changes.”

“I don’t bother,” replied Suzy, muffled as her lips brushed her oversized toy and having the same trouble with my pants that I’d been having, “because I know you like my changes.”

“I thought you liked it the way it was.”

“I do, but I got to thinking that maybe a little more wouldn’t hurt.”

“Suzy … it’s about a foot and a half long.”

“So?” her fingers gave up and she leaned in close. “I’ll work it down to size. Just how many licks does it take to get to the center of Tootsie roll, anyway?”

Aw no. I knew what she had in mind. “Suzy! Those are brand—”

With a growl, she tore the button off with her teeth and pushed me onto my bed.

“New,” I finished after she followed me down.

In full porno styling, she looked up at me while her tongue ran up the length of my unusably large shaft. The slack, beatific expression she wore was almost enough to make me cream, never mind what she was doing with her nails, and I was on the verge until I noticed that the nurse had a nearly identical one. I could just imagine what Suzy was thinking: Why’s she getting it and not me?

Me, I was thinking, Holy shit!

But Suzy’s got stamina like you wouldn’t believe—perfect body and all that—and she’s way more disciplined than me, so a frenzied half hour later, my anatomy was back to normal and we were pulling out the math books.

She hadn’t even tried to make me fit; after getting me off with lips, tongue, and breasts, she just rode me on the bed, grinding her impossibly smooth self onto my impossibly large and stiff erection until she got off—from the pure sexual excitement of having a stupidly big dick between her thighs, I think.

I got ready to razz her about it, but then I thought about all the times she’d gotten me off with nothing but her breasts. Maybe it was supposed to be some sort of lesson. Whatever her reason, I kept my mouth shut. It was kinda fun anyway. Weird, but fun.

“I have no clue where he got the program from the first time, but as soon as he realizes I gave him a clone of his laptop and that the Master PC copy he’s got doesn’t really work, he’ll download it again.”

“So?” asked Suzy. “The fake laptop’s passing all of his commands through to the real laptop to execute, so he won’t know anything’s wrong. And we can also keep an eye on what he’s really up to.”

“Really up to …. Suzy, he’s doing a nurse. That’s probably all he’s going to do for the first week, anyway: see girl, give girl huge tits, make out with girl, and repeat. For such a smart guy, he’s got really simple desires. But what about Katelyn?”

“The stripper? You don’t really think he’d settle for just her, do you?”

“If we present her right, yeah.”

“Maybe. And if he does something quick before we can reverse it, like kicking the crap out of MacKay?”

“Suzy, you’re being paranoid. Mike’s not that kind of guy. Humiliate MacKay in public, yeah Mike’d do that in a heartbeat, but just blasting a guy to atoms is an insult to his intellect. Whatever happens to MacKay, it’ll be spectacular and probably harmless over the long run.”

“Well, we have his password now,” said Suzy. “We could just make him forget about Master PC or change him so he won’t misuse it.”

“Change Mike?” I said slowly.

“Oh come on. You and I both know that Matt’s proxy MPC idea’s only a stop-gap. Mike’s got a week to grow up; otherwise, I’m taking the program from him, one way or the oth—Something just happened.”

“Holy shit! They’re still at it? I thought she had rounds to do or something. Zoom out. What’s going on?”

Suzy clicked, scrolled the mouse wheel, and brought the surroundings into better focus on a brunette with reddish highlights. “Izzat Callie?” giggled Suzy. “Ha! Look at the expression on her face! Hee hee! Nerdy little brother porking some hot babe. Bet she never thought she’d see that!”

Bet she never thought she’d be the hot babe, either, I thought, remembering what Mike’d done to her when he first found Master PC.

Suzy though, her sexy grin slowly crawled across her face and she licked her lips. I gave her five minutes before we were back on the bed.