The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It couldn’t have been more than an hour later when his alarm went off. Bret grunted and tried to ignore it.

“C’mon soldier, reveille,” Marcus drawled.

“Gmh, fugoff. I don’t have class till eleven.”

“Hey, don’t blame me when you miss waffle day, hombre.”

Bret swatted at his alarm clock and let his arm fall to the floor without opening his eyes. “I don’t know how you’re so chipper after that storm. Honestly, I must have been lying awake for four hours.”

“That’s no good, man. Can’t learn without a good night’s sleep, you know. Did it rain?”

Bret didn’t move. “Idnno. Lots of thunder for four hours though.”

“Well, nothing but sunshine now.” Marcus started singing, loud. “Mis! ter bluebird’s on my shoul! derrrr!”

Bret groaned. “All right, piss off. I’ll see you later.”

“Laters,” Marcus called as he left. Bret opened his eyes a crack to watch him crash out the door, then closed them again. After a beat, he opened them again, a little wider. The door was shut.

Bret chuckled. For a second there he had thought that Marcus left the room wearing nothing but shoes and boxers. Still dreaming, Bret thought as his head hit the pillow. I definitely need another hour of sleep more than breakfast.

The first thing that made him wonder was the group of guys he passed on his way out of the dorm. Of course a guy with his shirt off was no big deal. It was hot, after all. But six of them? And some wearing dress shoes? But he wasn’t really worried until he got to the main quad.

Everyone was missing clothing. Well, hang on, not quite everyone, Bret realized. There was one guy fully dressed. And the girl walking next to him. But the rest...?

On the walk into campus he hadn’t passed too many people. There was the group of guys. And then a girl, wearing a shirt that half-covered what might have been bikini bottoms. And then two guys in t-shirts and shorts that looked an awful lot like just ordinary... boxers? But even then, Bret reasoned, it was early in the term. Maybe it was a pledge thing or something.

But when he got to the quad his jaw dropped. It was busy, full of people walking to their midday classes. And practically everybody was at least partly undressed.

He tried not to stare, but it wasn’t easy. Guys with no shirts, women with nothing on their legs at all; for a second Bret wondered if bikini bottoms, or wearing boxers as real shorts, had just suddenly become fashionable? But then a man wearing nothing but white briefs walked by. Bret was pretty sure those weren’t fashionable. And then another went by. And then- wasn’t that a professor?

He could tell that some people were as uncomfortable as he was—the few fully dressed people walked through the crowded sidewalk nervously, trying to keep their eyes to the ground. A few of them whispered to each other with worried looks on their faces. But nobody was unfriendly, or aggressive, or any different from usual, really. Some people smiled to acquaintances, some people rushed, some were lost in thought. They were all just wearing less.

As Bret got to the door he looked back at the lawn beyond the quad. A girl was sunbathing and reading a textbook. She stretched and yawned, reached behind her back, and took her bikini top off. Her tits jiggled slightly as she lay back down on the grass.

Bret’s geology professor, as it turned out, was one of the fully-dressed ones and one of the ones who wasn’t comfortable with it. He made an annoyed, slightly pompous speech about how people didn’t respect the norms of their society and then asked anyone who wasn’t appropriately dressed to leave. When nobody moved, he went through the aisle and pointed at people, waiting until they were gone before he started the lecture. But Bret could see out the window to the room across the hall. A topless woman was gesturing toward the blackboard, explaining what looked like a calculus problem.

He sighed as he walked through the lawn again after class. He was tired after only getting a few hours’ sleep the night before. Maybe this is still just a dream, he thought, chuckling. He watched some half-dressed people walk on the sidewalk nearby. Did that guy have his cock out? But then they were around the corner. At least Marcus had been right about the weather. It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny; the grass felt spongy and warm between his toes. He figured maybe he’d feel a little more normal once he ate something.

When he brought his tray to the table, Jess, Simon, and Rebecca were already there, talking animatedly. All three seemed fully clothed, Bret noted with relief. They looked at him as he sat down.

“So. Well.” He took off his book bag and set it on the floor. “Anybody else, uh... feel like they might have missed a memo?”

Jess chuckled. “Funny—I’ll give you three guesses what we’ve just been talking about.”

“Honestly, what is this?” Bret opened his milk. “If this is a prank, it’s going a little far, isn’t it?”

Simon shook his head. “Who’s the joke on? Just us? Nobody else seems to even realize there’s anything going on.”

Bret shrugged. “Well, I thought I saw a few people who looked a little freaked out. And then there’s you guys. Thank God somebody’s still living in reality I guess.”

“I actually called campus security,” Rebecca said, taking a bite of her sandwich. “They said they hadn’t seen anything unusual and that they’d make a note of it. Nothing unusual!?”

Jess laughed. “Well, I guess if a lit professor with his cock out isn’t unusual, then they’re right.”

Rebecca put her sandwich down. “He didn’t!”

“Your lit prof had his cock out?”

“I kid you not,” she said, shaking her head. They all stared down at their plates.

“Jesus, what a way to start a week.” Bret rubbed his eyes. “I don’t even know if I’d mind this craziness if I’d gotten more than four hours sleep last night.”

“Yeah, that storm! I didn’t sleep at all!” said Rebecca.

“Me neither.”

“Me neither.” Simon looked at Bret. “I actually thought of heading to the lounge to see if you were around, but then I thought I could wait it out. I can’t believe it thundered that hard for that long.”

“I thought of calling you guys but I didn’t want to wake you,” Rebecca said. “And anyway, I think the phones were out.”

Jess looked thoughtful. “What’s really strange is that there wasn’t any real damage. Seeing that lightning, I was expecting trees down and houses blown in and everything. But everything’s fine. The newspaper didn’t even mention the storm at all.”

Bret smiled. “Ah, the newspaper. I remember when I had time to read that. What’s the forecast for tonight, anyway?”

“Totally clear, but hot and humid,” Jess replied. “Feels like the mercury’s starting to creep upwards now, in fact.”

Rebecca winced. “That reminds me.” She fidgeted at her waist. “This thing has been driving me crazy all day.” With the others watching, she grabbed the bottom of her tanktop and lifted it off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits tumbled out and swayed above the table. She tossed the top down decisively beside her chair and looked back at her gaping friends. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Jess, Bret, and Simon looked at her like they’d just seen a cat land an airplane. It was Jess who managed to move her mouth first.

“Reb—... Rebecca!”

Rebecca just gave her a quizzical look.

“Wh—. Whe—, w—, wha—,” Jess took a deep breath. “Rebecca, what are you doing?”

Rebecca looked even more confused, and a little annoyed. “What do you mean, what am I doing? It’s hot in here. I’m not going to wear that sweaty thing around all day.”

Bret and Simon still hadn’t closed their mouths. Jess continued. “But, you—. Rebecca, honestly. You can’t tell me you don’t see anything the matter with just getting your tits out for all to see in the cafeteria?!”

Rebecca laughed. “So what about my tits being out? I don’t mind everybody seeing my tits. It’s not like I’m getting my cock out in the middle of lit class, is it?”

Jess took a breath. “Well,—”

“And anyway, you’re one to talk. Haven’t you ever seen one of those ‘no shoes, no service’ signs before? But I’m not complaining about you walking around the cafeteria barefoot.”

Rebecca’s tits bounced back and forth gently when she spoke. Jess tried to keep her eyes on her friend’s face. “I, I,—”

“Anyway, I’m late for my one-thirty,” Rebecca said, standing and picking up her tray, twisting to avoid hitting her juice glass with her naked breast. “I’ll see you guys later!” she called as she walked off, topless in her skirt and shoes.

Simon, Jess, and Bret looked at each other.

“What, the,— ...” Bret began.

Jess shook her head. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Me neither,” said Simon, his mouth still slightly agape. They sat for a second in silence.

“Um. Well. I... have a two o’clock?” Bret finally managed.

“Me too.”

“Me too.”

Bret turned a palm upward. “I don’t know. So what do we do? Just... keep on going?”

Jess shrugged, dumbfounded. “I—. What else is there to do?”

Simon looked at the ceiling for guidance. “I guess... at least it’s not like they’re hurting anybody? Maybe things will be back to normal tomorrow?”

“Or at least maybe they’ll start to make more sense?” Bret said.

“After a good night’s sleep,” Jess added. They laughed.

“Well, I better go,” said Simon. “My two o’clock is across campus.” He slid his chair out from under the table and stood up, revealing a tight pair of white briefs atop his naked legs, barely concealed below his shirttail. “See you guys later,” he said, and walked off.

Jess and Bret sat staring after him for what seemed like a full minute, then looked at each other open-mouthed. Bret thought of something and leaned down to look under the table, then sat back up.

Jess looked at him and gave a worried chuckle. “I am still wearing pants, right?”

Bret laughed softly and nodded. Then he shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

Marcus was already in bed reading when Bret got back to their room. The two roommates grunted hello, and Bret put his book bag on his bed and sat down next to it, exhausted. He closed his eyes for a minute, then opened them and looked at his roommate reading in his boxers.

“Hey Marc?”

“Yup,” Marcus said without looking up.

“Is, ah. Is that what you wore to class today?”

Marcus looked down at his bare legs and torso. “Yeah, pretty much. Except I wore shoes, ‘course. No sense walking around without those,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“You know, right, that uh, some people might call that a little... underdressed? For class, I mean?”

Marcus went back to reading. “Well, something musta crawled up your ass and tightened ‘er up, huh. Lay off, man. It’s college. Not like we have to wear fuckin’ suits and ties every day, is it?” He turned a page.

“No, yeah, I know. But, you know... you used to wear more than that, right? I mean, than you’re wearing now. You know that, right? Dude?”

Marcus closed the book and tossed it under his bed. “Whatever, man. I’m clockin’ out for today.” He looked at Bret as he lifted the sheet. “Hey bro, you look worn out. Get some sleep, dude. A good night’s sleep helps you learn better, you know.”

Bert smiled half-heartedly. “Yeah, all right, I know. G’night.”

“G’night, dude.” Marcus turned off his reading light and pulled up the cover.

The first time Bret thought it might be a truck driving by, but the second clap was louder and he knew it was thunder. He groaned, still groggy. “Fuck, not again.” He pulled the pillow around his head.

But a few more claps woke him up a little.

How long is this one going to go on for?

Didn’t it blow itself out last night?

Am I really going to have to lie here for another four hours?

After that crazy day yesterday?

With all those topless people?

And after... after the same storm last night?

Now he was up. He looked at the clock. 2:08. Could it really have started at the same time? His head hurt, like his temples were being pressed in a vise. That high pressure again, he thought. But isn’t the air pressure supposed to be lower during a storm?

Bret lay on his bed for another minute, waiting for his energy to return. Then he remembered something. He tried to get up quietly, but caught a strap on his book bag and sent it crashing to the floor. He looked at Marcus, who was snoring with the sheet half-covering his bare torso. Right, Bret thought as another peal of thunder cracked. Why was I worried? He fumbled towards the doorknob and slipped out into the hallway.

Simon was already in the lounge, switching through channels of static on the TV. “Hey there cowboy.”

Bret, still bleary-eyed, nodded. “I thought you might be in here.”

“Yep, I figured, too.”

“No TV?”

“Guess not.”

“Crazy, second night in a row, huh?”

“And at the same time.”

“Pretty close, yeah.”

The door handle clunked. They looked up to see Jess shoulder in the door, folding an umbrella.

“Well, look who’s here.”

She smiled nervously. “Yeah, after what we talked about... I don’t know, I can’t sleep through this. And it’s kind of weird, with the same thing last night and what happened yesterday...”

Bret nodded. “Hey, no worries. I feel the same way.”

The door clanked again, and Rebecca came in. Her hair was wet enough that a few drops dripped down over her nude nipples and onto the floor. “Oh, thank goodness you guys are here. I don’t know about you but it kind of gives me the creeps, with the same—”

“Yeah,” Simon said. “Us too.”

Bret and Jess looked at Rebecca, exchanged a quick glance, and then shrugged and turned back to their topless friend. “You want me to get you a towel or something?” Bret asked.

“Thanks, no, I’m okay. Luckily it isn’t really coming down hard yet.”

They sat around the coffee table and gazed up in silence as the lightning flashed outside.

Finally Jess spoke. “Do you really think the storm is what’s doing it? That the storm is making people take off their clothes?”

“I don’t know,” said Rebecca. “But otherwise that’s quite a coincidence.”

“Marcus was the first person I noticed to be wearing next to nothing, and he slept through the whole thing like a stone last night. Do you think that’s what does it?”

“Maybe,” said Rebecca. “After all, none of us are affected.”

“B—” Jess began, but a look from Bret silenced her.

Rebecca went on. “Anyway, I’m not sure I want to go to sleep through this.”

“I couldn’t if I tried,” Bret replied. “I can never sleep through thunder.”

Jess nodded. “Me neither.” She paused. “But we can’t stay awake forever, can we?”

Simon laughed. “Well, it’s only 2:30 and we all just got here. How early can you go to bed?”

“Right. Well... so what do we do now?”

“I’ve got some cards,” Simon replied. “Play hearts? We’ve got four.”

“Good idea,” Bret said. He was relieved to have a distraction, if nothing else from Rebecca’s tits, which bounced gently against her ribs as she moved her chair forward.

Simon slid the cards out of the box and handed them to Jess. “You deal.”

Dawn was already breaking when Bret slipped back into his room. But it looked like Marcus was already in the shower. Bret winced and yawned, then flopped down on the bed with his clothes on. He had an early class, but maybe he could squeeze in an hour or so of sleep and eat a granola bar on the way.

It only felt like a few seconds before Marcus came crashing through the door. His towel hung over his shoulder, but Bret could see right away that otherwise he was completely nude.

“Mmh. Jesus, dude. Are you—?”

“Hey, morning, sunshine!” Marcus called over his shoulder loudly. He turned towards his roommate, swinging his cock and balls into Bret’s full view. “Hey, champ, where’d you get to last night? Getting some action?”

“I, n—, I...” Bret tried to direct his reply toward his roommate without just directing it toward his cock. Marcus had been his roommate for well over a month, but the two kept private in the room, like every other guy Bret had ever shared space with. Marcus usually changed behind his dresser, and Bret had never caught more than a glimpse of his ass, let alone his balls and penis. But now it seemed like they were swinging right in front of his face. It took a moment for Bret to realize that Marcus actually was walking toward him.

“Huh? Huh?” Marcus shoved his roommate lightly on the shoulder, his cock almost brushing against Bret’s forehead. Then he turned back to hang up his towel. “Hey man, that’s cool. Good for you for having some fun. Although I still say you could use a little more sleep.” He went to the window and threw the curtain open, showing his nude penis to the world. “Another beautiful day, dude!”

Bret just lay back down onto the pillow. “Marcus, you’re not going to—...” He sighed. “Please tell me you’re not just going to show up in class like that,” he managed lazily. He already knew the answer, or rather the non-answer.

“Course not! Breakfast first. Gotta move, man, check you later.” Marcus picked up his book bag and walked out the door, balls swinging as he went. Bret just sighed again and closed his eyes.

Walking around campus that day, he was only half-surprised to see that Marcus was no aberration. The day before he hadn’t been sure if that man had really had his cock out. Today he didn’t need to wonder. Cocks, tits, the works. Of course lots of people still were still wearing something—he had tried weakly to return the friendly smile of one girl walking outside his dorm, wearing a cute t-shirt above her neatly trimmed pussy. But a few people were completely nude. And almost everybody seemed to be wearing less than they had been the day before.

As he walked into the quad, he saw a girl across the square greeting a friend. She was just wearing shoes, and his cock stuck out below a red polo. She gave him a hug with one arm and grabbed his cock with her other hand, stroking it a little as they chatted.

“Hey! Bret!” The shout brought his attention back, and he noticed Jess and Rebecca standing at the opposite corner of the square. As he walked toward them, he was glad to see that although they looked tired, they didn’t seem to have lost any more clothes. Rebecca’s tits were still bare, of course, but below that she wore a neat pleated skirt; and aside from himself Jess was one of only five or six people he’d seen that day who were still normally dressed.

“Well, here we go again, huh?” he said as he approached.

“Crazy. Totally crazy.”

Rebecca shook her head in agreement. “I was just telling Jess— some guy outside my French class tried to suck on my tits! Can you believe that?”

Jess and Bret barely bothered exchanging a look. “Well...” Jess began wearily.

“Was it someone you knew?” Bret finished.

“Not really. Just some guy from my class! And then he just went away like nothing had happened!” While she spoke a man wearing shoes and underwear caught her eye. As he stopped to say hello, he brought a hand up to caress her right breast, sliding his thumb over her nipple. Bret was about to step between them until he saw Rebecca cheerfully return the man’s greeting with a hand on his abdomen. Jess tried to avert her eyes as politely as she could.

When the man had gone, Jess turned back to Rebecca. “Jesus, I see what you mean. Did you know that guy?”

Rebecca looked confused. “What, him? Yeah, he’s just this guy I know from the gym.”

Jess persisted. “But you didn’t exactly make it hard for him, did you?”

Rebecca looked at her like she hadn’t quite heard. “What are you talking about? He was just being friendly.”

“But he touched your boob! He put his hand right on it!”

“Oh, that’s no big deal. It’s not like he tried to put his mouth on it! I can’t believe nobody’s tried to suck on your tits today, you’d know what I’m talking about if they had.”

“But—... but—” Jess stammered.

“Anyway, you guys are going to make me late again. I don’t want to get Professor Jenks mad, no matter who tries to suck on my tits.” As she turned to leave, she looked her friends up and down skeptically. “Just don’t you guys go crazy on me, hey? See you later!”

Jess turned to Bret as Rebecca bounced off. He just shrugged and gave her a half-hug around the shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re still dressed.”

Jess gave him a pained smile. “Yeah, you too. Before you showed up I was starting to think that I might be the crazy one.”

Bret laughed. “That’s certainly one thing you don’t have to worry about.” He looked at his watch. “I better go. You okay?”

She shrugged. “Why not?”

He laughed again. “Got it. Be strong,” he said, and walked off toward the arts building.

Bret was almost expecting it when the thunder woke him up again. He looked at the clock: 2 am on the button. He rolled out of bed, rubbed his temples, stumbled past his nude sleeping roommate, and made his way to the lounge. Simon was sitting in his briefs and socks, shuffling the cards.

“On we go,” Bret said as a greeting.

“Looks that way,” Simon agreed.

When the girls arrived several minutes later, they were still dry.

“Beat the rain tonight, huh?”

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “I guess we’re getting better at this.”

“Hearts again?” Jess asked.

Simon produced a bottle of whiskey from beside his chair. “I brought this to liven things up a little.” The four friends laughed. “I don’t know about you guys, but I could use a drink.” Bret nodded wholeheartedly as he pulled up his chair and picked up his hand.

When Bret got back to his twilit room, Marcus was up. He stood in the middle of the room facing the door with a large erection, slowly stroking it up and down. He was murmuring something to himself. Bret’s breath caught. In spite of everything, he hadn’t been expecting this. Marcus watched him come in the door, hand still stroking his cock. “Oh hey man. Back from another caper, huh?”

Bret took a step back and tried to look at the ceiling above his masturbating roommate. “Marcus, uh—” Marcus looked at him inquisitively. “Do you, uh, do you have to do that right now?” He nodded towards his roommate’s stroking hand.

“What, this? Hey, it’s no biggie, man. I’m just stroking my big hard cock up and down, up and down.” He watched Bret but went back to murmuring under his breath. “Mmgoodness me muhfuhm nurnbutter, mmgoodness me muhfuhm nurnbutter” was all that Bret could make out.

“Well...” Bret began, and winced. His head still hurt. Maybe drinking hadn’t been such a good idea. “Do you think maybe you could do that somewhere else? Like in the shower or something?” Marcus looked a little surprised, so Bret went on. “It’s just that I really want to get a little sleep before my early class. You know.”

“Oh hey, yeah, no probs dude. Believe me, man, I feel you.” Without taking his hand off his cock, Marcus walked toward the door, opened it and walked out into the hallway, still murmuring and stroking his long hard penis up and down, up and down.

More people were nude that day, and except for the handful of people still as fully dressed as Bret, everybody had their cocks or pussies out and had one piece of clothing on at the most. Again, Marcus was the rule rather than the exception: Bret saw men and women masturbating as they walked along, chatted to friends, or sat reading in the warm sun. The greeting he had seen yesterday on the quad seemed commonplace now; men and women, women and women, and men and men would walk up to each other and fondle each other’s cocks or pussies, stroking as they talked. One woman knelt on the grass in front of a man and sucked his cock as he talked to a friend.

Bret’s geology professor had undergone quite a change since Monday. He stood fully nude at the front of the room with his cock erect and stroked himself slowly as he discussed the tectonic forces of the western Pacific Rim. Needless to say, he didn’t kick any students out for transgressing social norms this time. Bret was the only one still wearing clothes, although one girl two rows up wore only a t-shirt. Most of the students played with themselves quietly and took notes with their other hand. Bret rubbed his eyes and tried to look at what was going on in the room across the hall, but he was sitting in the middle row and couldn’t see the window.

When he got to the lunch hall, Simon, Jess, and Rebecca were waiting for him on the steps outside. They all looked worn out, but still no less dressed than Bret was expecting.

“Hey,” Rebecca called as he approached. “We were thinking of walking into town and getting lunch at the diner. You don’t have class this afternoon, do you? Want to come along?”

“Yeah, why not,” Bret replied wearily. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to have a look around the outside world.”

The three got up to join him on the sidewalk. “Hang on a sec,” Simon called. He grabbed the waistband of his underwear and slid it down, letting his cock and balls tumble out as he pulled his briefs down his legs and over his shoes before tossing them aside. “There, that’s better. Man, it’s a relief to have my cock and my balls out in the sun where everyone can see.” The other three just looked at each other and rolled their eyes wearily. What could they do? Simon picked up his book bag. “All set?”

“It’s funny what you said about the outside world,” Jess said. “I called my mom this morning and asked her if there was anything weird going on at home. She said there wasn’t. Then I told her that my professor had his cock out in class on Monday, and it was like she didn’t even see anything wrong with it! She said everybody had seen penises before and it wasn’t any big deal!”

Rebecca nodded thoughtfully. “I saw the news before I left my room and both anchors were nude. The weatherman had his cock out and was masturbating.” She shot an annoyed look in Simon’s direction, but he didn’t notice.

“Well, so much for the college bubble,” Bret sighed. He wondered if he had meant that to be a joke. He was tired.

The people around town weren’t any more dressed than the people on campus. Simon saw a man he knew walking toward him, naked, on the grass next to the sidewalk. They exchanged a polite greeting and the man knelt down on the grass and moved his head toward Simon’s swinging cock, opening his mouth as he got close.

Simon almost jumped backward. “Hey, hey, what the fuck!” The guy got up and looked at Simon quizzically. Simon kept shouting. “What the fuck are you doing, man? Get- uhf, get away from me!”

The guy put his hands up apologetically. “Jesus man, don’t have to be an asshole about everything,” he muttered as he walked away.

Simon looked at his friends, who looked back at him calmly. “Well, what the fuck was that?”

“Well, are you really that surprised?”

“What, do my cock and balls have a sign over them saying ‘suck me, please’? ‘Men’?”

“Well, no, but they are hanging out there for everyone to see,” Rebecca offered patiently.

Simon was still upset. “What, why—” A man walked across the street at the end of the block, wearing only shoes and socks. “There.” Simon pointed at him. “That guy is still fully dressed. I bet he wouldn’t try to come up and start sucking on my cock. Has the whole fucking world gone nuts?”

Jess’s eyes narrowed. “Uh, Simon? You do realize that guy is not fully dressed, right? His cock is hanging out there for the world just like yours is.”

Simon threw up his hands in frustration. “But that’s just not a big deal! Weren’t you just saying a second ago? Everybody’s seen penises before. But nobody’s sucking on his, and he’s not stroking it up and down like all the rest of the lunatics in this town. Bret, you must know what I’m talking about!”

Bret looked at Jess, then back at Simon. “You do see this, that I’m wearing, right? You do see how there’s cloth covering my penis so the rest of the world can’t see it, right?”

But Simon wasn’t really listening. “Come on,” he said, beckoning. “Let’s hurry up and get there before some weirdo tries to hump me or something.”

Simon was still complaining loudly as he walked with Rebecca. Bret and Jess walked on the sidewalk a few steps behind.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Jess said, quietly enough that the other two wouldn’t hear. “What you said the other night about the storm just affecting people who sleep through it. That can’t be right, can it? I mean, look at Simon.”

“I know. I don’t get it. We’ve been with him the whole time since that first night. But clearly, something’s still making him take his clothes off.” The group came to a stop as Rebecca greeted a nude girl she knew. The girl smiled and massaged Rebecca’s left breast as she leaned forward and sucked on her right one. Rebecca just smiled sunnily in her pale blue underwear bottoms, then leaned forward and licked her friend’s nipple before they continued on their way.

“Annd she’s not much better, is she?” Bret observed.

“Remember all that brimstone yesterday about sucking tits?” Jess shook her head. “But she hasn’t slept through any of it either. And she was the one giving Simon grief about having his cock out!” She paused. “It’s like they only notice the people who are crazier than they are.”

“And it seems like they lose another piece of clothing every day. And then after that they start touching whatever it was covering.”

“And then sucking on it.” They walked silently for a second.

“You’re right about them not noticing, though. Marcus has been as flagrant as anybody, and I don’t think he’s even aware that anything’s changed this week at all.”

Jess’s eyes narrowed again. “He’s slept through it every night, hasn’t he?”

“Like a stone.”

“Same with my roommate.” She paused. “You don’t think... You don’t think it just speeds it up, do you?”

“That sleeping just makes the same things happen, but faster?”

“Well, a good night’s sleep does—”

“Help you learn better,” they said in unison. They looked at each other.

“My roommate said that this morning,” Jess said. “While she was masturbating.”

“Marcus said it the other day,” Bret almost whispered. “Twice.” A light bulb went on. “And this morning. While he was masturb...” He trailed off.

After a second, Jess realized something. “But wouldn’t that mean that everybody will keep undressing whether they sleep through the storm or not?”

“Maybe.”

“So tomorrow, Rebecca’s going to take her underpants off.”

Bret thought, then nodded. “But not be okay with anybody touching her pussy. Or vice versa.”

“Yeah.” Jess paused. “But then- what about us? Why aren’t we being affected? I’m not naked, am I?”

Bret looked at her and shook his head. “Nope. You could go to church in that.”

“You too.”

“Maybe we’re just the lucky ones. Or unlucky, I don’t know. It sure is a big help knowing that you’re still okay too though.”

She smiled at him. “You can say that again.” Then she looked back down, thinking. “But I don’t know how long I can go without getting some better sleep. I’m starting to have trouble holding a pen in class.”

Bret just sighed in agreement. They walked for a minute or two, lost in thought.

Finally Bret turned to look at her. “You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you. Your tits are looking really nice today.”

She gave him a smile filled with gratitude. “Aw, that’s so sweet of you to say.” She exhaled. “It’s nice to get a compliment in the middle of such a crazy week.” She hugged him as they walked, and he felt the skin of her nipples press against his chest.

Like clockwork, the first crash of thunder rang out at exactly 2 am. Bret lay there listening to it for a minute. His head had been aching from fatigue all evening, but now the storm pressure made it feel almost unbearable. He found himself half-wishing that he could just sleep through it, and damn the torpedos. But it’s not like I really have a choice, he thought as thunder clapped so loud it almost shook the windowpane.

Simon was in the lounge as usual, his hand groping his balls between shuffles. After a few minutes Jess arrived. They sat in silence, waiting, as the storm pounded outside. Five minutes passed. Then fifteen.

Finally Jess took a deep breath. “Do you think—?” They all knew what she was going to say. “Do you think—she slept through it?”

Bret just shrugged. “Maybe... now we’ll find out.”

“Find out what?” Simon asked.

Bret looked at Jess, then explained. “We think sleeping during the storm might only speed up the changes.”

Jess continued: “We figure normally Rebecca would just take off her underwear tomorrow, but not be okay with any touching down there.”

Simon looked a little confused, but Bret barely noticed. “But I guess if it’s anything more than that...” He and Jess exchanged a worried, exhausted look. “Well, we’ll have a pretty good idea anyway.”

“Well.” Simon shuffled and squared the cards. “I guess we’ll have to play three-handed for now at least.” The three curled up in their chairs and picked up their hands as outside the thunder kept rolling.

Bret paused for a second before opening the door to his room, trying to prepare himself for what he might see inside. Marcus didn’t disappoint. He stood in the middle of the room as before, hand sliding along his erect cock and murmuring, but this time his posture looked a little funny; his hips jerked slightly as he stroked. It took Bret a second in the twilight to see that something orange was poking slightly back and between his legs. When his eyes focussed he saw that it was the base of a dildo, with balls on the bottom, rammed into Marcus’s ass. As far as Bret could judge from the size of the balls, he guessed that the rest of it must be pretty big.

He was so tired he almost laughed as he watched Marcus’s hand move up and down his cock. He could now see clearly how his roommate’s balls slapped against the oversized orange dildo-balls with every stroke. “Dude,” he said resignedly as he fell into bed. “Where did you get that thing?”

“What, this?” Marcus nodded back towards the dildo sticking out of his ass. “C’mon, man, quit acting crazy. Everybody’s got one of these.”

Bret nodded weakly. “Just- Just try to keep it down, okay?”

“Hey, no probs, brah.” Marcus grabbed his balls with his free hand as he kept stroking away on his erect cock, and Bret fell asleep with the slight creaking of the floorboards in his ears.

Classes that day had become unflinchingly pornographic. Bret and Marcus shared a midday economics class, but Marcus just spent the first half of the lecture licking the professor’s pussy while she sat on the table with her legs open, talking about utility functions. When she went on to review Nash equilibria, she went behind a lectern to read from her notes, and Marcus moved behind her. It was hard to see from where Bret was sitting, but it looked like Marcus had his long cock buried between her ass cheeks as she went through the homework problems. She rubbed her clit with her free hand as she bounced her hips back and forth gently. All the students except Bret quietly masturbated as they took notes, some murmuring under their breath. Bret could swear the girl behind him kept muttering something that sounded like “will be good, will be good”. When the hour was over, the professor pitched her voice a little louder to be heard over the shuffling of paper and notebooks closing. “Remember to read chapters four and seven for Tuesday. And please remember to get a good night’s sleep, it’ll help you learn better!”

The cafeteria line was moving slowly, and Bret and Jess waited with their trays for what felt like hours. They were so tired they barely cared, and stood silently watching the soft-core porno scene around them. A few times when something particularly outrageous happened nearby, they made grateful eye contact with each other, relieved that they each knew somebody else who was still normal.

“Hey guys!” they heard from down the line, and Rebecca bounced forward to greet them. She looked fresh and rested, her dark-red pubic hair in a neatly trimmed triangle above her nude pussy.

Jess squinted at her. “Wow, you look like a million bucks.”

Rebecca smiled. “Thanks, well, I sure feel a lot better after a good night’s sleep. Hey Bret!” She turned to Bret and in one smooth motion leaned forward, grasped his cock with both hands to pull his foreskin back, and put her mouth around it as far as it would go.

Bret almost jumped with surprise, but remembered that he didn’t want to hurt his friend and tried to back off more gently, in spite of the jolt of pleasure he got from Rebecca’s soft lips and tongue around his cock. “Hey!, hey, easy there, easy,” he said as he coaxed his rapidly expanding penis back out of her mouth.

“Rebe—” Jess was shouting. “Rebecca! What—!”

As Rebecca stood up, Bret and Jess stared straight at each other with real fear in their eyes. As Rebecca turned to face Bret, he could see Jess behind her. She mouthed the words silently, but he understood her just fine: “We were right.”

Rebecca smiled at Bret apologetically. “Aw, sorry, didn’t mean to offend you. I just thought your cock looked so beautiful, just hanging out there like that. Maybe later?” She winked and reached out to caress his balls gently as she turned away toward the back of the line. She smiled at Jess again. “See you guys later.”

After a few seconds Jess turned to Bret. “Oh, Bret, I’m so sorry.”

He sighed. “Well, don’t be. It’s not our fault.”

“Of course not.”

“It feels great for me to know that everyone can see my balls and my cock, of course, but people have to know that they can’t just go touching them. I mean, let alone—...”

“Totally. I mean, I love being nude and showing my pussy to everyone, but people have got to realize there are some boundaries.” She turned to Bret and pressed her body against his. “I’m kinda scared, Bret. What’s going to happen to us?”

Bret breathed softly as he hugged his friend, massaging her nude breast in his hand gently. “It’s okay. I’m freaked too, but we have to try not to worry. We’ve been the only normal ones through this whole thing. There’s no reason why we won’t keep being okay through whatever else happens, right?”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Jess agreed, nodding. She hugged Bret tighter for a second, and he could feel the bush of her pubic hair against his leg. “Thanks.”

That night Bret got home at eight, planning to do some reading for his only class the next day. He sat down on the bed and when he reached down to pick up his book, he realized that he was so tired he couldn’t get back up. Marcus was nowhere to be seen. Mmph, jeez, he thought. Maybe just a little nap for now. He pulled the sheet halfway over his naked legs and closed his eyes.

Bret’s eyes snapped open suddenly when he heard the—... beeping. The beeping? He looked at the alarm clock. It was blinking “8:30”. He stretched. Had he only slept for a half hour? He looked outside. The sun was shining. He had woken up to his morning alarm.

“Rise and shine, campers,” Marcus called out merrily. “Oh what a beautiful moooooarning,” he began. Bret chuckled and rolled out of bed, punching Marcus lightly on the shoulder. His roommate punched him back. “Don’t you look a million miles better after a good night’s sleep, huh?”

Jess stood beside the breakfast table and waved to him sunnily as he approached. She looked radiant, her nude bosom and vagina shining proudly in the morning sunlight. “Morning, tiger.” She gave him a little hug, and grabbed his balls gently with one hand. Then with the other, she pulled his foreskin back and ran her fingers back and forth along his soft cock. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a log!” Bret replied, smiling. “All night!”

“Me too!” She laughed. “I can’t believe how much better I feel! A good night’s sleep really does help you learn better!” She leaned forward to put her mouth around the bare head of his hardening penis, swirling her tongue around the tip and giving it a playful suck.

“You can say that again,” he agreed, feeling his cock stiffen in Jess’s mouth. “I can’t remember the last time I felt so good.”

She giggled and stood up, massaging his balls in her hand, then turned and leaned over the breakfast table. He could see the mound of her pussy jutting back between her thighs. She reached back and grabbed his fully erect cock, jacked it once, and guided it under the round twin globes of her ass and into her cunt. “I really appreciate your being there for me this week, you know,” she said as he slid his cock into her wet mound. “I don’t know if I could have made it through all that craziness without another normal person being around. But now that everything’s back to normal, I’m so glad you were there to help me through. Everything feels so much better now. Everything feels so much better now. Everything feels so much better now.”

Brad nodded as he watched his large erection thrust in and out, in and out between her thighs. “Everything is better now. Everything is better now. Everything is better now.” He got a warm jolt of pleasure in his cock every time he said it.

Simon walked up beside them, smiling absently, his cock bouncing gently. “Oh, hey guys!”

Bret, still fucking Jess over the table, turned his head to look at him. “Hey Simon!”

“You look like you slept too!” Jess said as she bounced against Bret’s rigid cock.

Simon just smiled as he pulled a chair next to Bret and stood on the seat so his cock and balls were at Bret’s eye level. That’s thoughtful of him, Bret thought. Now I can reach him while my cock is still sliding in and out of Jess’s pussy. He turned toward Simon and took his soft cock in his mouth, licking Simon’s balls with his tongue. Bret smiled as he felt the cock get bigger in his mouth while he sucked it. Jess had gone back to chanting, and squeezed Bret’s cock with her warm, soft cunt each time. Bret just let his mind focus on her words and relaxed as the warm rods of pleasure from his cock shot through his whole body. It had been one crazy week, but now he just couldn’t be happier that everything was finally back to normal.