The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jana did a double-take as she saw the wiggly sex-bomb approaching her. In spite of the forty degree weather, she was dressed like it was a summer day. At a whorehouse. Her Daisy Duke shorts had a good three inches of her pockets showing beneath the cut-off point, and worse, were no more than four or five inches from top to bottom. The waist was so low it showed the top of her pubic mound, an expanse of bared skin that went all the way up to immediately beneath her breasts, straining angrily at the feeble clutch of the buttons on her midriff-baring checked blouse. There were only two buttons, but still the valley of her cleavage was easily visible between those stupendous tits with their impossible combination of volume and perkiness. In the cold air, it was apparent from a hundred yards she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Nearby, a passing freshman turned his neck to watch her as she passed him, staring so hard he walked face-first into a street lamp, falling down and clutching his face in pain. The woman didn’t turn around.

“Jana,” the woman said as she stopped in front of her. Up close, she was staggeringly beautiful.

“Yeah, that’s me… you’re Kendra?”

“Clearly. Tell me what you want, dear.”

Jana swallowed past a nervous lump in her throat. “My roommate, Alexis, she, well, she told me about those pills she bought from you. And she’s just… well, they’re doing miracles for her. Her skin, her hair, her… well, everything.”

Kendra arched one perfectly thin eyebrow. “Alexis told you what these pills are?”

“Not by name. She just said they were to help her with her skin.”

Kendra folder her arms across her chest. (It gave those poor straining buttons a moment’s relief.) “Those pills are called atroneurinol. They’re to help her with her studies; they improve the brain’s ability to retain and recall new information. But they also can produce the effects you noted.”

Jana risked a glance downwards. She almost wished she were a lesbian, to be able to enjoy the full effect. “Is… is that how…?”

Kendra smiled, but barely. “I stick to a strict diet and exercise regimen, but suffice to say I can also vouch for the veracity of the claims on my product.”

Jana reached for her wallet. “Well if that’s what I can look forward to… you sold me. Whatever she’s taking, hook me up. And maybe I can ace my finals while I’m at it.”

Kendra snatched a wad of cash, then retrieved a baggy of pills from her back pocket. “Good luck with that.”

Alexis’ day passed in a blur. She didn’t even go back home to change, already running late for class after her flirtations with a boy on the bus became a long sloppy blowjob in the back row of seats, her identity protected by the covering of his jacket. It was easier than she’d thought it’d be to talk him into it; she just smiled at him, showed some cleavage, doled out a few compliments… by the time she’d batted her eyelashes and asked if he tasted as good as he felt in her hand, he’d just stared as she went to work.

She’d spent her first lecture splitting her attention between the material and sketching out ideas for other ways to get some more cock in her mouth. She’d eaten nothing but cum for more than half a day, and she still wasn’t hungry; still, it hadn’t been enough. It was hard to imagine it being enough if she sucked cock all day. Every day.

After class, she cornered an acceptably-attractive-but-still-desperate-enough-looking-to-make-it-easy boy. “OMG like half that stuff was SO over my head!” she whined, even though it had actually been pretty easy to understand. Within moments, he was offering to help her, blushing at her gratitude, gaping at her offer of paying him back, and moaning as she blew him in the men’s room. He ran out before she finished freshening her lipstick; she got two blowjobs in from other lucky right-place-right-timers before a custodian came in and told her she needed to get out. (She offered, but he firmly declined. She wondered if he was gay, or just had a girlfriend who was as amazing a cocksucker as her.)

She noticed in a detached sort of way that she was becoming a regular cock-sucking slut in a hurry. It didn’t seem like something to worry about—pretty much nothing seemed worth worrying about. Still, her knees and jaw were getting sore, and with the lack of sleep and proper nutrition (to say nothing of the distraction), it was going to get in the way of her studies. She focused through the second and final lecture of the day heedless of all the dry penises around her, and took some great notes to help her review for the final.

After her last class class, she remembered Terri’s advice to cut loose and enjoy herself more often, and blew five more guys around campus.

When she finally got back to her dorm room around five, she collapsed in bed and slept like the dead. Jana was good enough not to wake her, and was still asleep when Lexi finally woke up the next morning. She helped herself to a long hot shower, jilling herself off until her hand was so pruny it began to get uncomfortable.

Her roommate was up when she got back. “Wow, you’re still alive?”

Alexis laughed. “Yeah, guess your advice went pretty well as it turned out.”

“Really? What happened? C’mon, tell me everything!” She clapped her hands together.

Alexis really hadn’t wanted to tell anyone; it was a little embarrassing to admit. Still, maybe Jana’s suggestion was a good one; it would be nice to have a confidante. She went through the whole tale—using Jana’s advice, making out, him licking her pussy, her going down on him. How much she loved his cock—the taste, the smell, how every little bump and vein felt on her lips and tongue, the crazy volume of spunk…

“Wow, Alexis, that’s… yikes,” her roommate interjected, blushing hard. “So what happened after? Did you seal the deal?”

“No! Ugh, I’m so goddamn horny I could scream. All I’ve wanted for days is to get fucked—I’m wet all the time.” Jana was looking decidedly uncomfortable at the TMI, but she had asked to be told everything, so… “But I just loved blowing him so much I couldn’t stop myself. Really, I just… Whew. I gave almost another dozen guys blowjobs before I got home today. Just can’t suck enough cock.”

Jana blinked. “Ten guys? Are you nuts? That’s too many for a year, much less a day! Listen to me hon—I know you’re feeling nice and sexified from those pills, but you don’t need to be a blowjob queen. You have a lot of other things to offer.”

Well that’s a good perspective. I mean, I could never give enough blowjobs, but it’s not like I have to keep trying to. Except for Greg. I love sucking his dick.

“Thanks, Jana. That’s really sweet of you to say.”

“I mean it. Besides, you got two weeks to finals. You worked too hard for this to blow it in the home stretch with a fit of post-adolescent sexuality.”

Alexis conceded Jana was right, again, and she said as much. The two went about getting ready for their Fridays as usual (Alexis’ score was up to 133!), though Jana took an unusual interest in her when she got around to taking her pills.

“Four? That seems like a lot, doesn’t it?”

Alexis whipped her head around after swallowing. “No—no no, you just have to, um, crank up the dosage early on, then once your skin’s hit a steady level, you ease back. I’m actually already down to four, if you must know.”

Jana eyed her askance, then nodded. When Alexis left, just to be safe, she got out her own stash and started herself out with six. That woman hadn’t specified a dosage, and Alexis was pre-med—she wouldn’t be wrong about something like this.

Her day was going well until her class with Greg. Everywhere around here there had been cocks she could have been sucking, guys she was sure she could manipulate into letting her. It really was easy. Still, she had finals to think about, and it wasn’t like if every guy in campus got in a line to squirt their cum down her throat she’d actually feel like she was satisfied, so why bother.

Then Greg came in. She’d known she would see him today, and had prepared accordingly. She’d hung out down the hall from her dorm room until Jana had left for her day, then snuck back in and changed her outfit completely. Showing skin was important, so she’d gotten out a pair of her summer shorts that had been buried at the bottom of a drawer. They weren’t as short as she wished they were, but she was filling them out better than ever before; they clung to her rear like a second skin.

For a top, she picked out an old t-shirt that had been tight on her before. It showcased her breasts like it was painted on. Are they bigger today? Awesome! She snapped a few topless pictures from various angles for clinical purposes over the days to come.

She bounced over to Greg when she saw him, pleased to see his eyes divert down to her freely jiggling chest. “Greggy!” She genuinely couldn’t tell if her voice was raising in pitch, or she was just getting better at playing the airhead.

“Alexis, hi! Wow, you look… Wow!”

She preened. “Thanks! You look… mmm, yummy,” she said, throwing her lips into a nice long kiss. Nearby students looked away uncomfortably. (A few stared enviously.) He smiled, looking a little smug; perhaps her efforts to make him feel like a sex god had been too successful. Still, if he let her blow him again, he could look as smug as he liked.

The lecture soon began; for her, it was a test in her ability to tease Greg while still not missing anything their professor was saying. No doubt he thought she was oblivious to it all, even going so far as to chide her to pay attention the first time he caught her doodling a picture of a curvaceous girl on her knees sucking a cock as big as her forearm. She waggled her eyebrows suggestively as he looked at it and blushed.

Class mercifully ended with a reminder about next week’s review session; she barely let the prof finish his sentence before she was kissing Greg again, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “So how soon can I get you in my mouth again?”

Greg smiled at her, still astonished by his streak of luck at landing a date with this nerdy nymphomaniac. “Um, I’m free tomorrow, actually, if you wanted to get together.”

She made a pouty face. “I was thinking maybe a little sooner… wanna go down the hall, find an empty stall?”

“Wait, you want to give me a blowjob, right here in the building? In the men’s room?” he probed, clearly perturbed. Alexis nodded agreeably. “Do you think we should slow things down a little, take our time with this?”

She grinned impishly, and snaked a hand down into his trousers as other students filed on by; only the position of her body kept it from being visible to the whole class. “You put that monster in my mouth, stud, and I’ll take as long as you like. Come on, let’s go somewhere, have a good time.”

He looked conflicted. I can’t believe he’s practically making me beg for it. What an asshole. Alexis worked harder at stroking his penis, feeling his resolve soften as his cock hardened. “Well, we can go back to my place this afternoon I guess, but I still have another class this afternoon…”

She sucked on his earlobe a moment, stopping to murmur into his ear. “Pleeeeeeeeease, Greggy baby? Widdle Lexi needs your big hard cock sooooooo badwy!” she whined. Two stragglers turned agog at hearing her, then were swept on as some unspoken Guy Code bid them not to interfere.

“Lexi? That’s a really cute nickname. It suits you perfectly,” he said. Lexi is the perfect nickname for me.

Twenty minutes later, Lexi was throwing Greg down on his bed, his cat scrambling out of the way to avoid being crushed. She tore his pants off and had his delicious cock in her mouth in moments, purring happily around it. Good to her word (and worried that he’d run out of juice if she kept at him like last night), she dragged it out, employing slow, languid movements in her neck, slathering it lazily but lovingly with her tongue. He was quiet for the moment, content to just enjoy her ministrations.

Having noted the time when she began, she saw it was thirty-six minutes before he first interrupted her. “Alexis?”

She slid off with a pop. “Lexi.”

He stroked her hair affectionately; she made herself smile rather than wince as his rough touch tugged at her roots. “Lexi, do you want me to…?” He glanced meaningfully towards her own sopping wet crotch. He couldn’t see it from his angle, but since she’d been stroking herself through her clothes, she had soaked through not just her panties but her shorts as well.

“Only if you promise to let me finish you off after—I’m not done with your yummy nummy cock, not by a long shot!” she gushed in a high-pitched vapid tone. God I sound stupid. How could be believe I’m in college and still this vapid?

“Did you mean finishing the blowjob, or… sex?” he said shyly.

YES. Holy SHIT yes. Not that I don’t love sucking you off, but I’m so horny I could explode! “You want to have sex with me?” She batted her eyelashes innocently, as if she were flattered beyond reason that a boy as wonderful as him would take an interest in her lowly vagina’s well-being.

“You’re kidding right?” She giggled. “You’re so totally hot—I mean, I had my eye on you all semester, but you’re so much hotter than I’d thought you were. Lexi, a body likes yours… you were made for sex.”

I was made for sex. “Well then, it would be a shame not to take advantage of it, wouldn’t it?” She sat up—reluctantly, with Greg’s wonderful dick sitting there incomprehensibly unsucked—and stripped off her shirt. She pinched her nipples to titillate him a bit (then a little more, because it felt really, really good), and then got to work on her shorts. Greg, evidently unaware she was well past the point of ready for him—she was made for sex, after all—pulled her in and started making out with her.

Time and again, she guided his hand to her drenched slit to demonstrate to him that she was more than ready to accept his penis, but he didn’t seem to be taking the hint. Just as she was ready to throw him onto his back and force him inside her, he started flapping his stupid mouth again. But it was important to listen and make him feel important and sexy.

“Hey, before we… I just wanted to check on something. I know I was doing some, um, dirty talk last night. I don’t normally do that, but you seemed… I dunno, I guess I just got carried away, but… did you, uh, like it?”

You can say whatever the hell you want if you just fuck me, you idiot! “Oh Greggy, I thought it was super hot. I’ve never been with a guy who talked like that—I was really surprised how much it turned me on!” She tried not to sound sarcastic. It wasn’t easy.

He grinned, looking every bit as flattered as she’d tried to make him feel. “You’re amazing, Alexis.”

“Lexi,” she corrected. “I hate when people call me Alexis.”

“Sorry. So, how do you want to do it?”

She grinned, legitimately too horny to care. It was happening! “However you want, bae.” Another word she hated, but it seemed fitting with the part she was playing.

“Well then… on your back, Lexi.” She rolled over in a flash, her legs spreading as wide as she could get them to go. Holy crap, I never used to be this flexible!

The skinny geek positioned himself over her, his tip resting right up against her vaginal lips. With a little guidance from her, she got him pointed where he needed her to be and finally, FINALLY… she was getting fucked.

It was transcendent.

Lexi wasn’t a virgin, so she had some frame of reference to know what she felt wasn’t normal. It was like the world entered slow motion. She could feel every microscopic motion around her—the soft twitches in Greg’s cock in time with his heartbeat, the tickling of his pubes on her hairless labia, his breath brushing almost imperceptibly through a stray lock of her hair. The smell of cat hair. A wrinkle in the sheets beneath her butt. A chip in one of his teeth. A cobweb in the corner. Every single divine firing of nerve endings as the bumps and irregularities of his shaft rubbed against the ripples and folds inside of her.

Her brain went into a hypercognitive state, like she could manage six trains of thought at once. She reviewed the material for each of her classes, pulling up the study guides like they were blueprints stored in her mind. She did it again with two classes simultaneously, then again with all of them. She developed probable test questions, formulated essay answers. She thought about her classes next semester, developing ties between the information she already knew and the topics she would be studying.

Unfortunately, she had just given Greg carte blanche on dirty talk, and since she began cumming over and over and over the moment his cock was inside her, he was emboldened to use it. Some of it was benign expressions of admiration and enjoyment, but that was only some of it.

Right as he started: “You love that don’t you? Getting fucked? You love getting fucked.” I do. I love getting fucked.

With an nervous expression that faded when she moaned a loud “fuck-yes-baby”: “You’re such a hot little slut, Lexi.” What a hot little slut I am.

Observationally: “Damn Lexi, you cum the second a guy gets into you, and you don’t stop until he’s done.” As soon as a guy is in me, I cum.

In response to her crying out for him to fuck her harder: “You got such a dirty gutterslut mouth on you, don’t you slut.” I talk dirty, like a gutterslut.

As she moved onto her hands and knees: “Little bitch likes getting fucked like a little bitch.” Yes. I enjoy being fucked doggy style. Or any other way someone would fuck a bitch.

Somewhat incredulously, after he accidentally almost put it in her ass and she encouraged him to go through with it: “Holy shit, Lexi, you don’t have any limits on what you’ll let a guy do to you!” Do anything you want to me. You’re a guy. There’s nothing I wouldn’t let a guy do to me if he wanted.

Her hyperactive brain began to actually consider he might soon say something that could fuck her up for life, but… that was paranoid. Sure, she talked dirty enough for a bus-load of hookers, but if he wanted to do the same, why not. Besides, he liked it, and she didn’t want to stop a guy from dirty talking to her if that was what he wanted, and it was important to make him feel sexy. Which was easy right now, quaking uncontrollably in perpetual orgasm. (She did have a cock in her, after all.)

Finally, even after half-dozen plus blowjobs in the past twenty-four hours, the limits on his stamina were surpassed. They hadn’t discussed birth control, so at the last moment he pulled out and shot his scant remaining load all over her cute round ass.

With his cock no longer inside her, she finally stopped spasming in orgasm and collapsed on her chest, her thoughts returning to real-time. She was aware that she would’ve been annoyed at being jizzed on before, but now… she was glad he’d done what he wanted to her. She was made for sex, after all—it was only natural that she’d make men cum every which way. After a long moment of catching his breath, he grabbed a dirty shirt from the floor and wiped off her ass. He seemed to enjoy it, and kept groping her ass even after he’d finished.

Lexi smiled back at him, spreading her legs so he could finger-fuck her tender cunt. There’s a word she’d always hated. She giggled at the realization that Greg had turned her into a foul-mouthed little slut and decided to let him enjoy it. “Oh yeah, Greggy baby, finger-bang your easy little fuck toy!”

He laughed good-naturedly as he pumped three fingers in and out of her. “So you’re a fuck toy, huh. Well you sure make for a really good one.” I sure do.

She was most of the way to another orgasm (though she’d faked two already to boost Greg’s self-esteem) when the doorbell rang. A voice came from the other side. “Open up, doucher!” It was in that tone guys have when they talk like assholes to one another in a friendly fashion.

“Shit,” Greg muttered, glancing annoyed at the door. “That’s my friend Drew. We were supposed to hang out tonight. Just keep it down and he’ll go away.”

Apparently he’d said it a little too loudly, however, as Drew pounded again. “Open the goddamn door, shit face! I can see you moving in there through the fuckin’ peephole.”

Greg sighed. “Cover up—let me go get rid of him.” As he tugged on his pants, Lexi half-heartedly complied with the letter of his request, if not the spirit, pulling his sheets so they covered her lower half. As it was a studio apartment, Drew would have a good look at her sweet little titties—geez, why did I ever want to call these amazing things “breasts”—and maybe want to fuck her greedy little snatch. Lexi was made for sex. Lexi loved it. Lexi was a slutty fuck toy who loved getting fucked like a bitch.

Greg opened the door only a foot or so. On the far side was another college-age guy, this one probably twice his size, a bit shorter and pudgy. “’Bout time, fuckstick—fuckin’ cold out there.”

But he didn’t move aside. “Sorry man, something came up…” Drew then caught sight of the topless girl in bed, waving sweetly.

“What the… you got a fucking hooker? Damn, dude—bitch is hot!”

Greg scowled. “She’s not a hooker. She’s in my bio-chem class.”

“Oho,” Drew said with a mocking laugh at his friend, his eyes never leaving Lexi’s tits. “So you were just ‘tutoring’ her, eh?”

“Nope! He was fucking my brains out!” she called to him, affecting a idiotic giggle to establish her persona early.

Greg gave her a shocked look as Drew muttered “sounds like it didn’t take much.” Lexi just smiled, sitting up and letting the edge of the sheet slip down between her thighs, clearly exposing her bald pussy and one smooth white thigh.

Greg and Lexi spoke up at the same time. “Anyway we’re I’m in the middle of something here” and “The more the merrier—come on in!”

Drew chose to hear the latter one, all but pushing aside his smaller friend as he strode in. “Sup babe, I’m Drew.” He leered.

“I’m Lexi,” she cooed. “Nice to meet you, Drew.”

Greg hastily found her clothes from where she’d thrown them earlier and thrust them at her, obviously not keen on having his slam piece ogled so readily by his horny friend. Confident the seed was planted and that she could get them off again without much hassle, she grudgingly donned them. She started with the shorts, turning around and bending at the waist as she slid them up her thighs to show off her full-moon ass at the guys, then taking her time tugging it into exactly the right place before slowly getting the t-shirt back on. Drew stared unabashedly the whole time, ignoring Greg’s sour glares.

“So, you’re in bio-chem with Greg, huh? That’s a hard class, I hear.”

Lexi nodded. “Yeah, it’s super hard! All the big words and fancy little chemmy-doodles,” she whined, making a face. As she said it, she was rehearsing mentally mapping the method by which alkaptonuria broke down the homogentisic acid excreted from tyrosin.

“Well, lucky for you you landed the G-man here, eh? He knows that shit backwards and forwards.” She wanted to point out that she’d seen his mid-term on his desk and that he’d scored 8% lower than her, but obviously this guy didn’t want to dick her for her brains.

“Greggy’s so smart!” She gushed, and kissed him. She took her time about it, used a lot of tongue, and winked at Drew over Greg’s shoulder in the middle of it. She could almost hear his dick hardening. “How about you, Drew? What do you study?” Greg tried to catch his breath from the toe-curling kiss.

“Err, math. I’m a math major.” He put an arm across his lap to conceal his erection.

“Math! That’s so cool! I always had a super hard time with it in high school.” It had actually been her best subject (even though she had still only gotten a sad 570 math SAT), but she could see his head swelling with her praise. Meanwhile, her clit was swelling with the thought of being sandwiched between the two cocks in the room.

“Well, maybe I could tutor you in that,” he offered her chest gallantly.

“I told you,” Greg interjected, “I’m not her tutor. We were going to be study partners.”

“Going to be?” Drew chuckled.

“Yeah, instead we wound up fuck buddies! I just started kissing him, then he licked my pussy, then I sucked his cock and I just LOVED it so much I couldn’t get enough, then when I saw him in class today I practically jumped his bones right there in the auditorium, but he let me drag him back here to suck his cock some more and then that turned into fucking! And boy, did we ever fuck!”

The two boys just stared at her, Greg in horror, Drew in lust. Serves him right. He’s the one who told me I was a dirty slut who talked like a whore, she reasoned. “I love sex. We fucked with Greg on top, then he flipped me over and fucked me like the little bitch I am, then he came all over my ass but he kept finger-fucking me anyway.” She batted her eyelashes adoringly at him.

Greg listened to her with increasing disgust. “Damn, Lexi, you’re like a cheap whore,” he said, edging away from her.

“She sure should be, all right,” Drew said, inching closer. “I’d pay for her.”

I should be a cheap whore. Men should pay me a modest rate for sexual favors. It made perfect sense. She was built for sex, and she knew a lot of things about how to get her slutty cunt fucked, which she loved. It would be a good line of work for her—she’d let men do anything they wanted to her while she came and came around their cocks.

She could use the money to finish her degree.

“How much?” she asked, leaning in to Drew. Greg was already nearly forgotten—if he wanted to be a prude, fuck him. Or don’t fuck him. Whatever.

Drew laughed, then saw her still watching him for an answer. “Uh, well, I’ve never actually…”

Show some skin, Jana’s voice whispered to her. She lifted her shirt up to show off her tits again. “Come on—you haven’t been able to take your eyes off my boobies since you came in. Wanna fuck ’em”

“That’s it!” Greg roared suddenly. Drew jumped, startled; Lexi had seen his explosion inevitably coming and was just glad she could use this opportunity to get Drew alone so she could get another dicking. “I can’t believe I was into such a slut! Get the fuck out, Lexi, and never come back! You too, Drew!”

With her shirt still lifted up over her chest, she stood up and guided Drew to the door by his belt. Greg followed behind hurling insults until they were outside, then slammed the door shut behind them. She could hear the wimpy little loser start to bawl not a second later. Ugh, the fucking dork was probably developing feelings for me. Gross. It was good to have a clean break. And especially good not to have to endure painful study sessions with lesser minds.

Besides, she had a new cock to fuck.

The bare-chested coed had to ask Drew three times to take her to his car, as he was ogling her too intently to hear her the first couple requests. Not that she would say no if he wanted her to blow him here on the front steps or bend over and give him a shot at her freshly fucked cunt if that’s what he wanted. And if he had a few bucks. Still, it was chilly out, and objectively somewhat humiliating.

Not that anyone who knew her would connect Lexi to the dowdy bookworm once called Alexis if they saw.

Drew dove face-first into her tits the moment they were in the car. She didn’t stop him—guys could do whatever they wanted to her—but she did take a moment to inform him of her rates. She didn’t have much to go on (the closest she’d ever come to a prostitute was watching Pretty Woman) but she had her newly adopted values to guide her. She liked fucking. She couldn’t give enough blowjobs. She was cheap. And really, if push came to shove, she’d let guys do whatever they wanted anyway, so no sense inducing them to call her bluff.

“Tits are forty bucks, my mouth is sixty, my pussy is eighty and my ass is a hundred,” she politely interjected. Strangely, what she might ordinarily describe as the mind-numbing pleasure of having her nipples sucked on actually served to focus her thinking.

“How much for the whole package, rent you for the night?” he asked as he transitioned to the other brown nipple, its hard nub instantly lashed repeatedly with his tongue.

She considered the matter. Should I add everything together? Do a bundled rate at a discount, or mark it up for the all-inclusive package

It was her constant, insatiable horniness that decided it for her. “Two hundred,” she said. He mumbled something agreeable-sounding without breaking from her tits; she helped herself to his wallet, reached around his bulky torso to pluck it from his back pocket. He didn’t have the cash on him, so she just started a mental tab.

Luckily for Lexi, unlike his friend, Drew did little more with his mouth than lick, suck and occasionally moan or bark out cries of ecstasy as she made him cum again and again and again through the night. As he increasingly realized she was up for absolutely anything, he took advantage of her pliability.

She sucked him off as he drove back to his apartment, a studio no more impressive in size and a good deal dirtier than Greg’s. He bent her over the arms of his couch and fucked her while a three-month old tortilla chip put an indentation in her cheek. For all his bulk, Drew was still in good enough shape to lift her by the ass and fuck her against the wall of his kitchen. The pervert opened the blinds in his living room so the neighborhood could watch him fuck her up the ass with her swelling titties pressed lewdly against the glass, squashing up and down with his thrusts. He came in her cunt, in her ass, in her mouth, and twice he pulled back to blow his load all over her face.

She loved every second of it. And better yet, the stream of orgasms from her hypersensitive pleasure centers gave her time and focus to organize every stray tidbit of information she could conceivably have wanted to know for her finals. She could have aced them right then and there without a minute more of studying. Not everything stayed when her mind went back to normal after he pulled his dick out of her, but a lot of it did.

She had had her brains fucked in.

When Drew finally passed out somewhere in the middle of the night, she used his computer to electronically transfer the funds to her bank account, adding a generous tip since he couldn’t exactly complain to the authorities about it. She was cheap, not generous or stupid. With that done, she took a bus back to campus and passed out. Jana wasn’t in, but it was pretty normal for her to spend a Friday night getting drunk and passing out at a girlfriend’s house, so Lexi didn’t worry. She took a long hot shower to wash the jizz stains out of her hair and tickle her clitty into a few good-night orgasms.

The exhausted girl took a look in the mirror before she settled into bed. The image that confronted her was that of a complete stranger. She no longer even looked like merely an idealized version of Alexis. Alexis was plain (ugly, really). Her voice was flat and nasal. She had bad skin, bad hair, a flat chest, no butt, too much body hair in too many places.

Lexi, however, wasn’t just pretty; she was fucking hot. A gorgeous face, long lashes over big dreamy eyes, waves of shining perfect hair that looked like she was starring in a shampoo commercial, a lilting voice that cut through men’s defenses like a hot knife through butter. She didn’t even know what cup size she was now; after experimenting, she noted Jana’s C-cups weren’t quite doing the trick to contain her new tits. Her butt was a perky, bubbly thing that existed to create a dilemma over whether to spank it or take a big juicy bite out of it. Her legs and pussy were so baby smooth that anyone looking would zero in on her dripping wet cunt in a heartbeat.

“I’m a smoking hot piece of ass,” the reflection said, and beamed.

And all this didn’t compare to the changes on the inside. While she was prostituting herself to Drew, she’d seen what was happening, really became cognizant of it. She realized now how vulnerable the drug had made her, how easily even off-handed comments had sunk into her subconscious. Before, she had been a nerd, a bookish prig obsessed with her studies to the exclusion of even a modicum of a social life. Now, she was hard-wired to be a slut, a sexual plaything for any man who showed a willingness, ready and eager to sell any part of herself and to keep her rates competitive. She had an instinct now for sucking cock, for massaging one with the walls of her pussy, for talking like a bitch in heat to drag the men in like fish in her net.

It was degrading, she knew that. Humiliating and low and fraught with risks. Still, whatever the source of her new ideals, they were a part of her. Like an addict who knew their drug was killing them, but craved it nonetheless.

Like a religious convert who had had an epiphany on a mountaintop, and knew their realizations to be true no matter how illogical.

All night, she processed it in a series of lucid dreams—something she’d been told how to do once in a psychology class, and had realized earlier tonight (while Drew was sawing in and out of her asshole) would be useful in gaining additional hours in her day. Something she’d been too stupid to do before. She pondered and plotted and reflected and role-played and analyzed it through to completion.

The first thing Lexi did when she awoke was to swallow four more pills.