The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Danny (Formerly Mr. Grant)

“No,” I said, shaking my head emphatically. “You don’t get it, Steve. Pink Floyd’s not railing against learning, just the way it was being taught at the time. Mixed in with all the math and English and stuff was a full dose of cultural conditioning. Brainwashing. They had a problem with the sort of people schools produced at the time—robots. Go on Youtube sometime and watch the video. There’s this one part where the teacher’s at home with his wife eating dinner and he doesn’t even know how to smile properly. Some education he got. Readin’, ritin’, ’rithmatic, and nothing about how to so much as kiss a girl. Dee, May I?”

“Uh … yeah?” said the tall and exquisitely fit (read: überbabe) Dee Walker, looking at me quizzically, so I took her statement as acknowledgement and kissed her as best as I could.

“Danny!” she blurted, pushing me back.

Dee looked a bit upset, but Steve looked like he was about to explode. He didn’t do anything other than seethe, though. Dee wasn’t giving off any girlfriend vibe, so I didn’t see what his problem was. Unless his problem was thinking that she should be giving off the girlfriend vibe. Brother, you’re in for a hell of a surprise.

“You said, ‘yes,’” I told a frowning Dee. I hadn’t been slapped, so a frown was a good sign. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? Two lockers over another guy was glaring—Dee was popular and no doubt, given her body. You snooze, you lose, people.

“I said, ‘yeah,’ and that’s not what I meant and you know it!”

I did my best to look mortified, but probably failed because I wasn’t. “See? Obviously I don’t know enough about it either. She should be a melted pool at my feet. Really, what are they teaching us kids these days? I’ll do better next time, Dee. I promise.”

“You’d better or you’re never getting past first base with me or anybody. Maybe you ought to stick to dazzling girls with your witty repartee.”

“Oh,” I said, raising an eyebrow in mock-shock. “My witty repartee turns you on, Dee? That’s nice to know; I’d love to talk you into bed.”

“Dream on,” she laughingly denied, but the smile showed promise. “Music’s cool, but Pink Floyd? My Grandpa listens to Pink Floyd.”

“A man of taste,” I replied, ignoring Steve’s glowering. “So this teacher’s married and obviously not happy. I mean, why’d he even bother getting married? Because he was told he was supposed to, and that’s no reason at all. Really what they’re saying is let the kids be kids. They’re going to have to be adults one day, so let them have some fun. On the other hand, there needs to be some control because they need to know how to be adults when it’s time. That’s what seems to be missing today: growing up with a sense of responsibility.”

Weird. I totally had Dee’s attention; maybe I didn’t sink so badly with the kiss.

“Anyway,” I continued, “I can’t get into the new stuff. It’s just … just not me. The Wall, though, everyone remembers The Wall, and most people get it wrong. I don’t like school any more than you do—probably less because I just got here and don’t know anybody—but you need to know what’s going on. You have to have a plan, a couple really. I’m going to go to college, get a degree in music, and that way I’ve got something to fall back on if my band doesn’t make it big.”

“Like a degree in music’s worth much,” Steve sneered. “I’m going biotech.”

Says the guy who doesn’t want to go to school. I rolled my eyes. “If I have to, I’ll teach band, but if I ever wind up like that poor bastard in The Wall, please shoot me.”

“Heh. Like School of Rock?” asked Dee, hovering close enough for me to lean over and kiss again. Judging by the look on her face she’d welcome it.

OK. So I was a little distracted, but still …. “Huh? I must have missed that one.”

“You’d like it.” she said, somewhat breathy. “We oughta rent it some time.”

“Miss Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me.”

Dee blinked. “OK. Now you just lost me.”

“Never mind. Old movie. Are you suggesting a movie date?”

“Hey!” Obviously Steve figured I was muscling on his turf. Well tough, Steve. Nobody’s getting Miss Jacobs, so we gotta take our comforts where we can. Dee Walker was a pretty great way to take comfort. Tall, well curved, and she even had a nice pair of breasts. Bit more than a handful, so anything bigger would just be wasted anyway. Really, she was more my age and not too much of a step down compared to the teacher from heaven.

“Hardly,” she laughed, her eyes twinkling. “Steve can come too, just in case you try to put the moves on me again or something. He’ll tell you I want a guy who wants me for my mind.”

“Hey, I’m a horny teenager. Great mind, gorgeous body, both, I’ll take whatever I can get.”

Dee flushed and giggled and Steve stormed off with a groan of, “You two are making me sick.”

I watched him stomp away before turning back to Dee and shrugging. “I think I pissed him off. Sorry.”

“I should kiss you,” she said, practically glowing. “Steve was starting to get clingy.”

“I’m sure not going to stop you. I need the pra—” Her lips brushed mine.

“Hmmm,” slipped out of her throat as we parted and a smile pulled across her face. I wasn’t done yet, though, and this time it wasn’t a light brush. Her arms wrapped around my neck pulling me tighter as she undulated against me, the kiss getting less romantic and more out-and-out erotic, her flat stomach rubbing me as her hips made no attempt to conceal the fact that she wanted our clothing gone, until she sighed and wilted in my arms.

That was, in my opinion, way too hot a kiss for public and it had attracted an audience.

I was so close to lighting up already that Miss Jacobs almost finished the job when she caught my eye, winked, and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. A great endorsement, but having a teacher hinting that I should sneak a girl off somewhere during school hours and make out gave me the willies for some reason.

Practically carrying Dee, I slipped into the stairwell and some limited privacy for a bit more fooling around—the willies only count for so much, you know.

“Oh Danny,” moaned my lovely partner in lust, her arms slipping free and falling bonelessly to her side.

“Was that better?” I asked, and Dee responded with an emphatic nod.

She rested her head on my shoulder for a while and just breathed in answer. I could feel the beat of her heart slowing, so I gently kissed her cheek and was rewarded with rapid acceleration and a sigh. She looked up at me with glassy blue-gray eyes and we kissed again, a full blown, no holds bared lip-on-lip lock this time. Her trim body pressed into me as she wrapped around me again. Mouths parted, tongues tangled, and heavy necking and petting followed.

Something wasn’t quite right with her. Now I didn’t know her all that well, but I did know that Dee was a pretty cool customer. It was one of the things I liked about her, but when she didn’t protest when I made a play for second base, I got a little worried. Not worried enough to stop, though. No, that came a few moments later.

I had in my hands a chick that was on fire. Moaning and shaking and everything you could ask for in a woman you wanted desperately to sleep with. I almost felt like I was taking advantage, so I cooled it a little and stopped her when she tried to peel her shirt off.

“Save it for sometime special,” I told her, but I did it with some careful caressing. I didn’t want her going off thinking I wasn’t interested because I thought she was a slut or anything like that. I was interested. I did want to pick this up later, but just then I was more interested in finding out why her breasts had tripled in size while I’d been playing with them.

Terry

“Mike?” I asked, wide eyed at who waited at my locker. “What’re you doing here?”

“Going to school,” said Mike. “Got bored hanging out at the hospital last night.”

“How many nurses did it take?”

“Dunno. Lost count,” he said with a laugh. “Dude, your little game with the MPC turned Der Fuhrer into a kid.”

“Danny? Yeah? So? Danny’s cool. Guy knows his music inside and out.”

“Yeah, like up to 1980,” Mike shot back. “He’s the fucking vice principal, Terry! He’s not supposed to be cool. He should be a nerd or something, not trying to pick up Dee Walker. What the hell happened to her? I mean she’s built!”

I shrugged. “Caught one of the early rumours before Matt and I put limits on it, I guess. I don’t even try to keep up anymore, but it looks like I need to do a bit more tinkering if it’ll drop a couple decades off a guy’s age.”

“I’ve been here ten minutes and I’m already sick of these ‘rumours.’ It’s cheapening what we can do.”

“Ah, you’re just pissed off because you weren’t the one slipping into the dark with her.”

Mike blinked. “You kidding? She’s flat, man.”

“You’re nuts, Mike. And watch what you say, the mike’s on.”

“Come on. With a body like that she could do Double Ds, easy. Dee has big, firm Double D boobs,” Mike yelled toward the locker.

“Jesus, Mike. This stuff’s supposed to be random. Lay off, OK?” I looked around. Monica was staring at Mike as if he was an idiot. “And keep it down, man.”

I knew from her frequent rants that Monica didn’t really like the size of her breasts, even after I’d toned down her initial transformation by quite a bit. I’d have done more, but Suzy’d voted against it. Monica looked pretty mad at the insinuation that anybody needed bigger breasts.

“I am keeping it down,” said Mike with a goofy grin. “That’s why she’s not a Triple Z-Cup”

I was pushed aside as Monica marched up and stood, hands on hips, practically thrusting her pointy-tipped breasts up for Mike’s examination. “While we’re making wishes, how about ‘Mike’s gonna fuck me seven ways from Sunday with that huge cock he’s supposed to have?’” asked the busty brunette. “You don’t even have to wish I have huge tits. Am I big enough for you, baby?”

OK, so maybe Monica hadn’t been thinking Mike was an idiot and maybe she wasn’t mad. Horny and angry look pretty much the same, sometimes.

With her arms up and her hands pressed to the back of her head, she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, starting up a swaying motion in her breasts and Mike was just gone. He stared at her like an idiot, hypnotized by the almost literal knockers moving beneath her shirt. His eyes drank her all the way down in one long gulp and replied, “Uhhhh … yeah!” then he made a try for regaining some cool with, “Sure. Why not?”

I slumped and rubbed my hand over my face. “Mike ….”

“Hey, she offered.” Mike finally looked up at her face and I could see the gears spinning as he tried to recall her name. Like I was going to give it to him He’d probably say something like, “Monica has even bigger breasts!”

But Monica spoke first. “Yeah, I offered and he said yes, so buzz off, Terry.” She nodded her head to the side, emphasizing that she really did want me gone.

And Mike hadn’t changed dick all about her yet. Or maybe he had and I’d missed it. Her breasts looked about the same—huge—as they had for the past month though and Mike would’ve messed with those first. Maybe he’d finally found a cup size that was big enough for him.

“Yeah, Terry,” he chortled, “Buzz off. Monica’s horny and slutty enough to do me in the hall, isn’t she, Monica?”

Yeah, Mike surprised me from time to time, but the big shock was Monica. Mike had just deliberately made her hot and crazy enough to screw him right then and there, but she still looked the same. OK. MPC had obviously made her into one of the school’s premier sluts during last month’s orgy of transformations, but ….

“Yup,” she said, reaching out to play with Mike’s zipper, “I’m game any time, any where, but Monica still doesn’t want to get expelled. The Vampire’s been cracking down lately.”

“The Vampire?” Mike and I looked at each other for a moment and both shrugged.

“You know … like the vice principal?” she said, her finger absentmindedly tracing up the length of the bulge in Mike’s pants. “Guy who looks like Dracula? Wait a second, Mike. Hey! Monica!”

Mike looked at me for a second, probably wondering if he’d gotten the name wrong, before turning his head and going bug-eyed at the other Monica. Cheerleader bimboslut Monica.

“Hi, Monica! Terry … Miiiiike! You’re back!” she giggled, then she followed the other Monica’s hand down to Mike’s straining crotch and almost visibly burst into flame. “Ooooohhh, I like the look of that!”

Her enthusiastic rush pushed her best friend out of the way and drove my buddy back into his locker. Moaning, sighing, and grinding into his cock, the cheerleader feasted on his lips as she writhed in nymphomaniacal ecstasy. Finally breaking for air, she stood back, grabbed the collar of her shirt and tore it open with an odd grace and a loud ripping noise. She flipped her hair back, sending a shockwave through her impressive, and more than enough for me, boobs before posing to make sure Mike got a good look at what she had to offer. Standing there topless and grinning mindlessly, she dropped the remains of her shirt to the floor and said, “Wanna fuck you right here an’ now! Gonna take everything you got and ride it, and I don’t care who watches!”

As she squirmed with unremitting sexual need and began to describe in detail all of the different ways she planned to take Mike, she grew about two inches taller. I noticed, but no one else did, including Mike. His eyes busily tracked her breasts upward as her body stretched, arranging more room for my buddy’s enhanced dick. I reached into my locker and unplugged the laptop’s microphone before things got completely out of hand, then locked back up to go to class. If Mike figured he had to be a moron, then he could figure his own way out of the consequences.

His head snapping back and forth between the four large, heaving breasts of the two Monicas, I don’t think Mike noticed the gathering of the sort of crowd that a stripping cheerleader attracts until it was too late.

“Oh my god, he is huge!” the two Monicas gasped together, double teaming his pants and stripping the down to his knees, effectively hobbling him. Laughing, I turned around and walked away, then I heard the loud moans ripped from the mouths of the female watchers as Mike’s superdick robbed them of their senses. Aw shit. Maybe I shouldn’t slag him so much because I’d forgotten, too.

“Terry!” he squeaked. By the time I managed to I spin around, some girl I didn’t know had muscled her way between the Monicas and was trying to swallow Mike’s cock whole. Clothing flew every which way as a hallway full of uncontrollably horny girls went berserk.

Miss Jacobs

Listening to Danny’s The Wall rant, I almost got wet. He actually got it. He got what teaching was about! And he got the girl, so maybe he wouldn’t need any special tutoring. Maybe I could introduce him to Tommy and they could—

What the hell was that racket out front? I was trying to teach, dammit!

I’d almost reached the door when Mr. Blaskó barked out a command and the hall went silent, then it erupted like a herd of elephants stampeding. Mr. Blaskó couldn’t catch all of them. He didn’t need to, though.

“De Havilland! Vagner! You tree gaerls. Get draessed and then march diraectly to my office.”

Terry and Mike. Of course. Who else could it have been? Alice Champignon, my sole student—and cheerleader test case—for the next hour giggled, drawing my attention back to the task at hand.

My plan was crude, but the previous afternoon’s work with the two Monicas had gone over very well, or at least well enough that I wanted to try a second experiment. “Alice, it may be that you girls simply aren’t rewarded correctly for your efforts. What do you want more than anything?”

“I wanna get fucked in the ass by a guy with a huge dick like Mike’s,” she instantly blurted. I don’t think she even gave it a thought, and I couldn’t blame her.

“Now Alice,” I cautioned, “A penis like Mike’s is a special thing, and it’s not to be underestimated, but do you really think that it will fit?”

“I’ll make it fit,” said the glassy eyed blonde, already lost in a fantasy world where conventional physics held no sway over sexual activity.

“Alice, you’re losing focus again.”

“Sorry,” she said, squirming her bottom on an imaginary cock. Watching Alice’s enthusiasm had me turned back on, but I’d have to deal with that later. For now I just tapped on the board beside where I’d prepared my notes. “This is Pi to ten decimal places. Do you remember what Pi is for?”

“Eating!” she giggled. I locked her eyes and waited until she stopped being deliberately silly. “Math. Something t’do with the round thingies—cervix? Circles!”

“OK. That’s a start.” I drew two circles on the board. “Now imagine that this circle,” I said, pointing at the larger circle, “is Mike’s penis and this circle is your external anal sphincter—”

“My what?”

She looked almost horrified at the concept of big words, so I simplified. “Your ass.”

“Oh.”

“What do you see that is wrong here?”

“Mike’s dick is bigger than my ass-sphinx-thingy.”

“And that means?”

“He won’t fit in my ass.” She beamed for a second, having defeated the puzzle, but then realized what it really meant and slid into a funk.

“Bingo. See? That wasn’t hard now, was it?”

“No, but what’s the pie for?”

Since I had her attention, I got moving and drew a line through the circle and went into basic geometry, reviewing diameter, circumference and their relationship though Pi. I had to keep an eye on her, though. She kept drifting in and out. Finally I had to lay down the law.

“Now we’re all girls here and I’m not afraid to admit that I’m horny, too, but do I have a hand up my skirt?”

“No,” the cheerleader moaned, missing the hint and continuing to finger herself. “You’ve got pants on.”

Ah well. Time for some tough love. I brought the handcuffs out.

Mike

“Mr. Vagner, I have told you twice already. Hand that damned thing over. It is confiscated!”

I had already typed, Mr. Blaskó will stop paying attention to Mike working on his laptop, so I just hit enter and watched his beady eyes blink away confusion before turning my attention back to Haley and her lack of boobs. Then I got to wondering … wouldn’t it be cool if I had sex with her on the vice principal’s desk?

While he was trying to work?

“You want one?” I asked Terry, motioning toward the two Monicas.

“Vagner! I am speaking now. Be silent!”

I hit enter and Mr. Blaskó will not notice anything unusual that happens between Terry and Mike and the girls in his office became reality.

“Just type in that he’ll forget all about this, and let’s get to class.”

“Class? Are you serious? We’ve got a horny cheerleader here.”

Monica giggled stupidly.

“OK. We’ve got a bimbo cheerleader here.”

“Hey!”

The other Monica sighed. “You are a bimbo, Monica.”

“Yeah, but it’s not nice to always point it out. I don’t have to be a bimbo. I could get glasses and be a sexy nerd! Miss Jacobs thinks—”

“Nerd is more a state of mind than a pair of glasses, Monica,” said Terry. “Mike, I’ve got Suzy. What do I need any other girl for?”

“You’re whipped, Terry. Suzy owns you.”

“It’s called being in a relationship, Mike. I happen to like it.”

“What are you four talking about,” asked Haley something-or-other, the sandy-haired fifth member of our little band of delinquents, as she stopped her blubbering and finally noticed that something funny was going on. “And what’s wrong with Mr. Blaskó?”

Blaskó sat at his desk, delivering a monologue on proper behaviour in the halls as though we were polite, attentive students, and not two guys with godly power and three lovely young ladies ready to be served up to satisfy our sexual appetites. Or mine anyway, since Terry seemed to be wussing out.

I typed in a few new commands while Terry tried to talk Bimbo-Monica out of sucking his cock out through his jeans. I could have either Monica any time I wanted, with or without Master PC, so that made my choice very clear. They wouldn’t be nearly so much fun as Haley. All I needed was her last name and, thanks to Master PC, I’d have that in another few moments.

“And I’m taking the girls with me,” said Terry, ending his ignored tirade.

“Wait a second, buddy,” said the intelligent Monica. “We ….” She shook her head, dizzy for a moment, as I hit enter on another command, and she forgot why she’d been sent to the office in the first place. “We’re late for class. Mr. Blaskó? Can we be excused?”

“Yes, yes,” The Vampire said, sounding distracted. “All of you may go. Except for Vagner and Miss Commetti.”

“Uhm,” started Terry.

“De Havilland. Go to your class. Or vould you rather … detention?” He fixed me with a stare that probably made grade eights wet themselves but had no effect on me. “Detention can alvays be arranged.”

I waved at Terry as he shrugged and left.

“What’s going on?” asked the cute little Miss Haley Commetti. “Why am I still here?”

I already knew she had great cock-sucking lips, but that had been rushed, and I wanted to know just how good she could be over all. Lips, breasts, pussy, the works, but first I had to make a few adjustments.

“Because you and me, we’re gonna have a little fun. See, Haley, with this machine, I can make changes to you and you wouldn’t even notice, but that’s not that much fun, really. I want you to be the first to fully appreciate what I can do.”

“Dream on. You’re Mike, right?”

“Right. The guy who just left was Terry.”

“OK. You two are nuts.”

“And you didn’t get up and go with him, so you are stuck in a room with the vice principal and a nut. And the vice principal is just sitting there doing paperwork, ignoring us. Doesn’t that strike you as odd?”

“Yeah, but ….”

“But nothing. You don’t even want to leave, do you?”

“No, but that’s because Mr. Blaskó told us to stay.”

“Whatever,” I replied. I tapped the touch pad and off went Nobody notices changes. “The reality is you can’t leave because I don’t want you to.”

“I can too.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“And that brings us back to doe,” I sang. “You don’t want to leave because I don’t want you to leave. It’s amazing the things a brain will come up with to cope with the fact that it’s not in control anymore.”

“Mike, just shut up before we piss off Mr. Blaskó.”

“Not going to happen,” I said, typing, Haley will have a short, exciting, and pleasant fantasy about Mike taking her from behind while she’s bent over Blaskó’s desk.

“Through the same magic that makes you not want to leave, Blaskó’s doesn’t care what we do in his office, and that’s nothing. I can make things you wouldn’t even have dreamed of doing five minutes ago irresistibly attractive.” With that, I hit enter.

She gasped softly, fought a shiver, and shook her head. Then she blinked and exaggerated the shaking motion into one of negation. “You did that already, or else I wouldn’t have tried to blow you in the hall.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I-I dunno. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“And you believe that it’s still a good idea, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” she said with a sexy, promising lilt in her voice. “Yeah.”

Just a little taste and she was already half mine. “So why don’t you believe that it would be great fun for me to spread you over The Vampire’s desk and see how far we can go before he does notice?”

Her eyes widened as I voiced the sweet fancy that played through her brain and made her heart race. “Uhm … maybe because I barely know you?”

“But you do believe that it’s a great idea to suck me off.”

“There’s a big difference between a blowjob and actual sex.”

“What’s the problem? His desk too messy?”

“No! I’m just not a slut. I don’t just sleep with a guy any time I feel like it. There’s got to be a, you know, a reason.”

“Like what?”

“Like … an important date. Like the Prom or an anniversary.”

“But you’ll suck me off in the hallway because?”

She sighed. “I told you already. That’s different. If I slept with you in the hallway, I’d be a slut.”

“And you don’t want to be a slut?” I asked, setting the laptop onto Blaskó’s desk so she could watch me work.

“Of course not!” she said, sounding indignant. “Is that me?”

Sure enough, it was. I’d typed in Haley’s name and now a model of her pixie-like body slowly spun on my desktop. “Yup. You’re pretty cute, you know that? Fortunately, I don’t want you to be a slut.”

“Thanks. Uh … how are you doing that? The office wired with cameras or something?”

“You have no idea how much I wish I knew. I already tried to make it tell me how it worked, but it wouldn’t do it.”

“What? What is ‘it’?”

“If you could change one thing about yourself,” I said, derailing the conversation, “what would it be?”

“What kind of question is that? You still haven’t answered mine.”

“I’m working on it. You’re going to get a little demonstration. What do you most want to change about yourself?”

“I’d like to be taller …” she said with a shrug.

“Too bad. I like you the way you are.” I made a show of typing in, Haley loves being short because it makes her look cuter.

She jolted in her chair. “How? I ….”

“I can reprogram your mind to change your priorities. How would you like to be truly confident? Killer sexy? Able to knuckle down and study harder in school? I can make the impossible possible or the unthinkable thinkable, and downright irresistible. But anything I give you, I get something in return.”

“Like what?” she asked, and I knew I had her interest. “I kinda like the idea of that … that studying thing.”

“Well, I happen to like girls with big breasts …” I hinted.

“You’re SOL here,” she said, part relieved, part rueful.

“Am I? What colour eyes do you want?”

“Y-you can’t do that.”

“Do you believe in faeries?” Haley has a heart shaped, pixieish face with a button nose, an impish grin, and soft, brown eyes that turn green whenever something amuses her. With her sunny disposition, that’s almost all the time.

When the picture on the screen updated, Haley gasped. She had her purse on her lap and open in a flash, gazing at herself in a compact mirror. Her eyes practically glowed green.

“You like?”

“I love! How?”

“First, I get something I want,” I said, already typing. She read the screen and her free hand shot to her chest in time to feel the pulse as her breasts surged out to double their original volume.

“This is impossible! I’m dreaming this!”

“I can make the impossible possible.” Despite her reaction, she really hadn’t grown that much. I had something on the order of F or G cups in mind. Still small, really, but they would look enormous on her tiny body. What she had before had been barely noticeable, but now she filled out her blouse much better and it was just the beginning. I almost felt sorry for the shirt. It was so doomed.

“Ballet!” she burst. “Can you make me a great ballet dancer? I’m light enough, but I don’t—”

“And now you do, er, almost. Fuckin’ typo. Laptop keyboards suck.” I made corrections, hit enter and watched as her legs changed, still short, they just didn’t look it anymore. The musculature looked a little strange, but then she wasn’t ‘legs by Stair Stepper’ anymore. Now they were legs by lots of gruelling, body-sculpting exercise. She looked like she could wrap around a guy and never let go. I bet she could ride a guy until his dick wore off.

Yuck! Now that’s a horrible image!

“Oh. Oh wow. OK,” she said enthusiastically, cupping both breasts this time. “Your turn.”

“How ever did you guess?” I asked, typing, Haley’s breasts will grow to twice their current size and sexual sensitivity.

“You said big and these aren’t …. Wait a sec!” she protested. “That’s two—Oooh!”

The breast mass spread her fingers, pushed her hands further out, and her eyes fluttered shut. “Oooo-oooo! I like that.”

“Cool. Let’s do it again!”

Her eyes shot open when she heard me typing and bleated, “Wait! That’s—”

I pressed enter on Haley’s breasts double in volume again, increasing the pleasure from caresses by an amount proportional to her breast growth and watched the cup size slider move over another couple of notches and the sexual sensitivity slider take a massive leap. It made sense; since volume is three dimensional she now had roughly eight times the breasts—and eight times the sensitivity.

This time I could see barely any green in her eyes because it looked like she was trying to visually inspect her brain. Her hands roamed over her new endowments, setting off chain reactions through her writhing body. “Eeeee-nuough with the breasts,” she eventually managed to squeak out, “or I won’t be able to walk, let alone dance!”

“I can fix that, too.” Haley’s breasts will never interfere with her movements or cause her any trouble at all. She will be just as graceful with them unbound and moving freely as she would have been without them.

And that made it my turn again. I grinned at the popping sound as her head snapped back, her back arched, and a blouse button went flying, revealing awesome cleavage through the diamond pulled wide between two surviving, straining, buttons.

Sighing her way back into reality from what looked like a too-rapid orgasm, Haley looked down at the masses of breast pushing stressed fabric between her groping fingers. “They’re huge! That’s too much! I look like a freak!”

And it looked like it was my turn to sigh, too. “Well, we can’t have that.” Haley doesn’t think her breasts make her a freak. She loves how sexy they look overflowing her blouse, but not half as much as she loves showing them off, bouncing and swaying, as they jut from her slight frame with nothing more than a tiny bikini top or scandalous lingerie covering them.

“Hmmmm,” she moaned, playing with her boobs and smiling at the way they moved beneath her shirt almost as much as I was. “You shouldn’t do that. Changing my mind like that, I mean.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t, but you like them, don’t you. And now you’re up by two.”

“You know I do. They look fantasti— What? What do you mean, I’m up by two? These breasts were your idea! How big are these puppies anyway? I can’t wait to show’em off on the beach!”

I looked at the readout. “Says 32-F.”

“Whoa god! I used to be like 28-A. My sister’s gonna be so jealous. How am I going to explain this? Or are you going to change that, too.” She squinted. “Wait! Not yet. I’m not up by two.”

“Well, a couple of those last changes don’t really do me any good, do they?”

“I think they just make up for the two-for’s you did earlier to make my breasts feel so awesome.”

“Does it look like I care what you think?” I sad, smirking. “Haley, obviously I just want you for your body.”

“I don’t think so,” she cooed, her breasts jiggling as she giggled at the non-joke. “Gotta be something more because you can just give anyone a better body.” She stopped feeling herself up for a moment and looked at me quizzically.

“What?” I asked.

“Why are you still chubby?”

An honest question, but one that still made me seethe a little. At least she hadn’t called me fat. “I’ve been busy.”

Haley cupped her dainty hands beneath her majestic breasts and lifted, revealing a lightly muscled abdomen hiding under some of her remaining baby fat, as her shirt pulled up to compensate for the shifted mass. “I can see that. Here, let me have a go. I’ll have you looking like you stepped off the cover of a Harlequin novel in no time.”

I looked at her, stunned as she dropped her bouncy breasts, pushed my hands away from the laptop, and leaned in to start typing.

Fighting hard to ignore the weighty boobs pulling her top taut and easily within range of my fingers, I pushed back. “I don’t think so.”

She pushed back at my pushing back, but she did it more with her breasts than anything else so I knew she had to be teasing, despite the disappointment in her voice. “Oh so that’s how it is huh? It’s OK to turn me into a sex toy. It’s OK to make me suck you off—”

“But it’s not OK to let you turn me into some sort of male model. How do I know you’ll stop there?”

“You didn’t,” she said with a shrug. “I love being short and cute. I love my big tits. I love giving blowjobs! I’m not freaking out all over the place and watching you toy with me’s getting me,” her voice dropped into the sultry range, “very, very horny. No way that’s me thinking all that.”

My dick twinged. I’d calmed her down, sure, and made sure wouldn’t “freak out,” but I hadn’t done a thing to make her horny, other than the breast thing and a little sex fantasy. Somehow, knowing that being transformed made her hot made me very, very horny. “Listen, I’ll eat you out—on Blaskó’s desk no less—”

“I’ve never been eaten out before,” she said with a distracted look on her face, probably still dreaming about being devirginized in spectacular style with a foot of cock sliding in and out of her from behind.

“Don’t worry,” I said, typing in my password and then, Mike is an expert at oral sex. “I’m good at this stuff.”

She giggled. “I can see that. You want to give yourself a work out while you’re at it?” Pneumatic breast pressure—or maybe it should be hydraulic, no, boobolic pressure—surrounded my upper right arm as she leaned into me. Her tongue danced out and began to orbit my ear. “I like muscles. Muscles make me … wet.”

Fingers traced up the outside of my jeans and began to play with the zipper. Then Haley gasped and those same fingers walked up the expanse of cock that had swelled above the waistline.

“And I really like this. I thought I’d been hallucinating earlier. I’m going to owe you for the muscles, so how about you pay yourself back by, mmm-hmmm, making me the greatest cocksucker who ever lived? You won’t regret that, I guarantee it. I’ll eat you like candy.”

I had long since decided I needed a tune up, but I really hadn’t gotten around to it. As her hand slipped under my shirt and began to stroke, prying a squeal out of her as the aphrodisiac pre-cum began to ignite pleasurable fires all through her hand, I did think about it. Starting with muscles couldn’t really go wrong.

“That looks nice,” Haley whispered after I made the change.

“How can you tell? I’m still dressed.” I’d gone for well exercised, muscular but not bulky. Other styles I could try on later. It was as easy as putting on a different pair of pants.

“Your face is better defined. You are pretty good looking, Mike.” While I’d been leaning forward, tapping away on the keyboard, she’d been humping my side and had worked more of my dick out of my pants and her hand played up and down as her lips nibbled their way down my neck.

Making sure she’d caught my eye first, not hard to do with a body like hers, she licked a bit of sticky precum from her fingers and shuddered.

“Ohhhhh wow. Mike ….” Her other hand began to pump my cock with religious fervour, trying to tease out more of the mind-bending liquid. Quickly both sets of fingers were hard at work, and Haley wasn’t playing any more.

But she was, just playing a different game: Trying to play me. No dice. I was in control, and I had Master PC.

I slid away from her, cupped her little chin, and looked right in her eyes. They shone such a bright green and her face was so flushed that I was surprised she could play anything. My dick’s libido-unleashing power had her enthralled, but she still had enough willpower to plot. I’d wanted to have sex with her before, but now I wanted more. I wanted to completely melt her brain.

I could use MPC to turn her into a complete bimbo, but where was the fun in that? I could just as easily fuck her brains out, and that sounded much more enjoyable. It’s not like I had a score to settle with Haley; this was just for fun, and I couldn’t think of a single reason not to make it good for both of us.

“Haley, you wanted to be the best cocksucker, ever, right?” She nodded, her hands never letting up. “Better get practicing.”

She giggled, release me from her iron grip, and together we fought my jeans, now painted onto my thick legs, downwards. Slipping between those legs, she kneaded and probed with her fingers before working her way to the juncture, licking experimentally up my shaft, and then diving in with sex-mad abandon.

With MPC-granted complete control of my dick preventing a premature explosion, I leaned over her pistonning head and began to type. Of all the men in the world, only Mike Wagner can resist losing himself to the extacy of Haley’s erotic skills ….

I could resist, but not by much and only because the work I’d done on myself. Frankly, I didn’t want to resist for long after Haley really got going, but I came when I wanted to. She came when I wanted her to. It went on like that for a while before I made good on my promise to eat her out and blow her mind, stopping only to deal with the secretary who came to investigate the howls of passion and delight.

Fortunately Blaskó kept an organized, if not clear, desk, so I only had to send the intruder for towels to clean up the sprays and pools of sexual juices. I toyed with having the secretary fuck the vice principal for a few seconds, and then thought better of it. If he couldn’t get his own pussy, tough.

He wasn’t getting much done, anyway, with us taking up most of his desk and his eyes firmly fixed, just like mine, on Haley’s gravity-compressed breasts bouncing in time to my thrusts and her mindless humping.

I was right about the legs, too. They felt awesome wrapped around me squeezing tight, locked at the ankles, as she bucked up into me. There’s a lot to be said for having a hot-hot-hot babe grinding herself into your cock at warp speed while screaming for, “More! Harder! Miiiike!” like a totally out of control nympho.

The downside was that I’d turned her into the ultimate sex toy and she was too far gone to use any of her newly-granted talents. I pretty much had blown her mind, fucked her brains out, and done it all way too fast to fully enjoy. She should be able to get a guy off with rhythmic vaginal contractions alone, but apparently that took some amount of concentration, and all Haley was capable of thinking about was the race to the next string of multiple orgasms. No way was I making that mistake twice.

So, once we were done with The Vampire, me and Haley snuck into the shower in the teachers lounge to give her super slutty mind, body, and skills a real work-out and wash off so I could meet Terry for lunch. After lunch was history with Miss Hendricks and I liked Miss Hendricks too much to skip.

I didn’t like her that way, but Haley had the right idea. It didn’t really matter what a woman looked like. If I wanted her, I could just change a few things, and then the party would really get started.