The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Melgrim was already packing up the van when Grimmel called out from the back. “Hey, I think Donnie’s totally baked. He’s snarfing those mini-pizzas down so fast he isn’t even paying attention to customers.”

Melgrim leaned his head back, avoiding ripping the roof of the van open with a stray horn. “New customers, or the same ones?”

“These are new ones. A man and a woman just walked in.”

Melgrim went back to straightening up the driver’s side of the van. “Yeah, well, we need to hurry back to the portal. If they catch us out here in the real world drugging other demons with tainted mini-pizzas, all our ratings on the Hell Network won’t mean anything.”

Grimmel was laughing at something on the screen in the back. “Man, you’re missing a great ending to the show. It’s crazy!”

Suddenly, Melgrim was right in front of Grimmel, claws tightening around the other demon’s throat. He growled, eyes glowing. “What did I say about calling me that?”

Grimmel choked up a piece of popcorn. “Uh... never to call you a man?”

Melgrim released him. “It’s the worst insult I can imagine, being called one of those soft pink little mammals. Let them see what it’s like to have a little hell in them. We need to get back and bask in our glory.”

Laughing, Grimmel went back to watching the zaniness on TV. “We really did it this year, didn’t we?”

Melgrim turned the ignition, slamming the gas and screeching out from the alley. “Yes we did, Grimmel. This year, Donnie’s dimwitted nature really made things easy. But just wait until you hear the plan I’m already forming for next Halloween.”

Somewhere down the street, the Costume Castle was experiencing carnal chaos that only grew as the two newest customers stood in the entrance.

Donnie tossed mini-pizzas in both sides of his jaws, slobbering hot cheese all over the countertop. He listened to the Halloween soundtrack overhead and danced merrily as the man and woman stood by the door.

“This place is crazy.” Leila said.

Her husband looked around at the massive space, divided into aisles crammed thick with costumes and decorations. Glancing over at the dancing demon, he laughed.

“It looks like fun, honey. Come on. Let’s just take a look around, see what they have.”

“All right, Randall, but let’s not drag this out. We know what we’re looking for.” Leila said sharply.

She tried to maintain her uninterested gaze as Randall started off into the store. Store, she thought, huffing, place looked more like an indoor amusement park for overgrown kids. If it weren’t for the fact that Randall’s boss insisted on the two of them attending his annual costume party, she’d never have relented to such childish games. In this economy, though, she wasn’t taking a chance on him ending up jobless.

“Honey, check this out.” Randall said. Even as close as his voice sounded, Leila had trouble seeing him. The costumes were so thickly packed, it was at times like walking through an undercut jungle.

“What is it... holy fu...” Leila let out, clamping a hand over her mouth.

Randall was standing near what seemed to be some intensely realistic and rather vulgar animatronic display. Leila walked up beside him and leaned in, trying to better see the rather unbelievable characters.

“This place is crazy all right, huh, honey?”

Leila looked up at her husband. He was all smiles.

“Hey, stop looking at that. It’s some sick idea of a Halloween joke, probably.”

As Randall was pulled away from the show, he took one last glance at the animatronic werewolf bent over the back of Little Red Riding Hood. She was pretty hot for a robot, he thought. For a minute, he’d been positive they were real, but there’s no way a wolf costume could be so lifelike. Besides, the way the dark haired girl’s belly was protruding and seemed to slosh meant it had to be fake.

“Just find a couple of costumes and let’s get out of here.” Leila snapped.

“Did you see those tits. Incredibly real, huh?” Randall grinned.

Rounding the corner, Leila was almost knocked over by a half naked girl in a genie costume. Randall ducked to one side of the labyrinth-like aisle.

“Bitch!” Leila shouted. “Watch where you’re running!”

Randall couldn’t help but stare at the one uncovered breast the young girl had flapping out from her costume. She was giggling madly as she tore off around a tree. A tree, Randall questioned? This place really was like an amusement park.

Almost as soon as Randall turned back to his wife, a mass of muscles exploded from the nearby rack of clothing.

“There you are!” Duke shouted. He shoved Leila to one side and stalked over towards where Ginny was attempting to hide.

“Hey, you stupid ass!” Leila shouted.

Randall was enjoying the rampant Halloween hormones on display, even if it was a bit over the top. He reached over and laid a hand on Leila’s shoulder. “Honey, I wish you’d lighten up about all this. It’s Halloween.”

“Lighten up?” Leila said. “You wish I’d lighten up?”

Suddenly, the half-dressed genie girl tore off by the two of them, warrior guy in strong pursuit. As she passed by, the girl slowed down only enough to slide a hand along Randall’s crotch, then look at his wife. “Granted!” She shouted and went giggling off into a fake display of tombstones and flickering torches.

Randall watched the teen take a dive into some costumes, the boy tackling her to the floor. He still felt her subtle grasp on his pants and couldn’t prevent a smile forming. His real surprise came when he looked over at Leila. She was smiling just as much, if not more, and suddenly she seemed very relaxed.

“Honey?” Randall said.

“Yeah baby?” Leila said rather softly.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, just great. Isn’t this fun? Come on. I wanna be a nurse.”

Randall looked around again, scratching his head. “Well okay. Let’s find something to try on.”

“Yay!” Leila cried out, hugging her husband.

Randall had to admit, the genie girl and the Red Riding Hood display had turned him on more than a little. The fact his normally cold wife just pressed her chest into his side made him eager to chase her around a bit. He smiled and walked her through some thin passageways into a different section of the store.

On the opposite side of the large costume store, Jim was nearing another climax. This time though, his mind wasn’t weighed down with feelings of guilt over the young girl he plowed in and out of. This time, he was fully enjoying himself.

And the girl seemed more than enthusiastic. Maybe at some past point in the day, Jim would have felt bad about bending his own daughter Katie over a bench and stuffing his hard cock up inside her. All he knew now was that Katie was begging for it.

“Ohhhh... Oh daddy! Oh fuck me so hard!” Katie screamed. She tightened her muscles, gripping the invading cock nudging up into her womb. Never before had she felt so filled.

“Ungh... oh fuckkkk!” Jim grunted. He grabbed Katie by the shoulders, pulled her back to his chest and began squeezing and groping her perky tits. He closed his eyes, his cock twitching and firing off load after load.

“Way to go dad!” Edward shouted.

Jim glanced over at his son.

“Sorry, I meant father.” Edward said, lowering his voice to a respectful tone, even as he grinned wider than ever.

Jim grinned as well, looking at the pirate wench who was now sucking away at his son’s cock. The girl had stumbled upon them less than a few minutes ago and quickly assumed the rightful place on her knees at the feet of Prince Edward.

Withdrawing from his daughter, Jim let Katie flop to the floor, her legs kicked up into the air to hold all his royal seed deep inside her. She looked more fucked than her own mother had on the night she was conceived. He smiled proudly at his impressive performance. Taking a seat nearby, Jim watched Edward grab hold of the young pirate wench’s head and slam his hips forward, nearly giving her whiplash with how frantic his pace was.

Soon enough, cum rocketed inside her mouth, evident not just from the bulging of her cheeks but from the dribble flowing out her nostrils.

Wendy collapsed to the floor, more full of semen than her previous self could imagine. She thought about being a pirate whore and somehow, the only expression that came to mind was a smile that matched those of the two men near her.

She only hoped there would be plenty of horny guys at the school party that night. Reaching up to caress her swollen breasts, Wendy was already planning just how best to show everyone her pirate chest.

“Here we go. This looks like the right section.” Randall said.

The area he’d stumbled into had a big flashing strobe light, red and blue, hanging above what seemed to be an old mini-golf course windmill painted to look like a police station. Next to it were all kinds of uniforms and he definitely saw what appeared to short nurse’s uniforms.

Leila giggled as she went over and began browsing the options. Randall actually couldn’t recall the last time he’d heard her giggle. It did sound nice though. And she was looking nice too.

“Honey, you think this would be too revealing?” Leila asked.

She walked up with a very slinky white dress. No one in their right mind would seriously think it a nurse’s uniform but it did have a red cross on the back and came with a little white cap. Randall realized his boss would likely do a spit take if Leila walked in wearing that.

He smiled. What better way to make a good impression with the higher ups?

“Sure honey. That would be fine, just revealing enough.”

Leila walked up and bumped her hip into Randall. Lowering her eyes and licking her lips, she spoke huskily. “Oh really, you wanting to pimp out your wife for a raise?”

Randall felt the swelling in his pants. Leila hadn’t spoken dirty in years. She still knew how to get a reaction though.

“Come on super stud. You wanna help me try this on?”

Randall let her lead him next to the painted windmill. “But I need a costume too.” He said weakly.

“Here you go super stud.” Leila huffed. She reached out to a rack they passed and grabbed what appeared to be a generic superhero costume. “You are my super stud after all!”

Taking the costume, Randall wondered how Leila just happened to grab one his size. He also wondered what had gotten into her. He wouldn’t dare complain, but this wasn’t her typical behavior at all.

“Aww...” Leila said, looking at the changing booths. “Looks like there really isn’t room for two in there.”

Randall couldn’t believe she was serious about him going in with her. He also couldn’t believe how warm the superhero costume he was holding seemed. It almost burned his hands.

“Be back in a bit, super stud.” Leila whispered.

As she went into a booth painted like a hospital room, Randall turned to see a somewhat appropriate changing booth made up to look like an old phone booth. Time to change into super stud, he thought, laughing.

Donnie had just finished his last mini-pizza and decided to walk the sales floor. Something was bothering him. It wasn’t that he wanted to spoil anyone’s party games. He just felt like a good store owner should make sure the customers were satisfied.

His wings made it awkward to get between some of the thicker collections of costumes, but Donnie thought he’d made the right decision by having this many delivered. He wanted the place to be fun, and not just a clothing store. As Donnie had put it, people should feel like they’re already at the party while picking out what to wear.

The first group he came to was the family he’d barely spoken to along with one of the first girls he’d seen.

“Are you finding everything okay?” Donnie asked.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Jim said.

Donnie noted the young girl bouncing herself up and down on his lap. She was wearing part of a princess costume. She seemed very happy as the two of them apparently partook in some innocent party fun.

“Ooooh, Daddy!” She squealed as Donnie looked over to the others.

While the pirate wench seemed unable to answer, Donnie assumed she was quite satisfied with her costume, seeing as how it was sticking to her body in places. The young prince seemed even more thrilled, simply throwing a thumbs up in Donnie’s direction.

After picking up a few dropped articles of clothing by the changing rooms, and making a note of some puddles that may need cleaning later, Donnie entered the Halloween Horrors maze. He enjoyed the decorations, even if he couldn’t fully remember all of them being there. In ways, it seemed as though someone had been changing his props around.

It was at the grandmother’s house replica that Donnie found two more of his customers.

Logan was now practically inflating Leah with sperm. Her belly already looked six months pregnant and yet he kept right on fucking, his newly strong hips pumping into her from behind over the picnic table.

“Ahh... great costumes.” Donnie said, watching the wolf plow into his girlfriend.

“I trust you both are satisfied?”

“Ohhhh... Oh yesss!” Leah moaned, waking up from being fucked unconscious. She looked down past her drooping tits and saw what Logan had done to her. Somehow, it only turned her on more as she began pressing back into his driving hips.

“That’s nice.” Donnie said. He realized Leah here must have chosen to play the baby game he remembered from last year’s party at his house. She seemed to be quite good at it too.

“You kids have fun. Let me know if you need anything.”

Donnie walked off around the corner, heading deeper into the maze, wondering where the boy and girl who came in with the pirate wench had gotten to.

Randall gasped as he clicked the costume superhero belt shut across his waist. The entire costume seemed to cinch tight, popping his muscles out rather obscenely making his abs really seem like a six pack. He flexed for a moment, then held his arms straight as though he were flying.

“And away we go!” He mock shouted.

Suddenly he became aware of something very odd. The heat in the costume seemed to be centered around his crotch, right in the area the genie girl had copped a quick feel.

As he adjusted it, Randall realized only a flimsy piece of velcro held the crotch shut. Must be for bathroom access, Randall reasoned.

Still, he couldn’t help but imagine using that quick access as Super Stud. He could see it now, patrolling the city, saving damsels, and then fucking their brains out.

Grinning, Randall tossed the curtains aside and walked out. He stood tall, square jaw high and arms coming up to rest hands on his hips. With every breath he took, Randall felt new energy flowing into him. He grabbed a nearby mannequin and threw it up into the air. It stabbed right into the wood beam above him, crashing to the floor with a strength he hadn’t been aware he had.

The swish of a curtain made him spin.

“Halt, I am Super Stud, who goes there?”

Leila giggled, her tight little nurses uniform showing off more than it covered.

“It’s just me, Super Stud.”

Randall looked at his wife with new eyes. His mind was slowly giving in the the dark urges he had. He wanted to show Leila just what a super stud he was.

“Citizen, I’m going to have to ask you to step over here. I need to make sure you aren’t an evil villain.”

Leila wiggled her hips over towards Randall, her tits barely contained in the vinyl nurse’s uniform. “I’m just a poor defenseless damsel.”

Randall looked her over, taking more than a moment to look at her tits. “Ah, a nurse I see.”

“Yes, Super Stud.”

Randall looked from side to side, then grinned. “Are you, by chance, a wet nurse?”

Leila giggled. “I’m not sure.”

Randall rubbed his hands together. “Then let us see, and make sure you are.”

Leila gasped as Randall took hold of her nurse’s uniform and ripped it open, her breasts falling out right into his chest. He leaned down and lightly nibbled at her nipples, looking up into her face.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to check these out more thoroughly.”

Saying that, Randall grabbed her tits, one in each hand. He pulled them, squeezed them, then let them snap back in place. Doing this a few times, as though preparing a balloon to be inflated, Randall opened his mouth, nearly unhinging his jaw, and inhaled one of her tits.

“Ohhh... Oh yes!” Leila cried out. She clenched her eyes shut and attempted to catch her breath as Randall sucked like a powerful vacuum at her nipple. He alternated from one to the other, each time nearly swallowing her entire breast.

Leila soon lost her voice, releasing gasp after gasp as she watched what Randall was doing to her.

Her tits became elongated from his powerful super sucking. The nipples became inflamed, his teeth only lightly touching them. And then just when she felt like she couldn’t take any more, Randall squeezed both tits and thick geysers of milk erupted spraying all over the immediate vicinity.

“Just as I suspected.” Randall said, pulling away and standing. “You are a wet nurse.”

Leila stood there, top half of her nurse’s costume ripped open, tits stretched and drooping on her chest, pulsating streams of milk still spraying wildly in front of her. She looked up at her hero, her Super Stud, and she nodded her head.

“I’m very wet right now. Please say you can do something about that, Super Stud.”

Randall flashed a grin, the light sparkling in a big gleam off his perfect teeth. “Right away, citizen.”

Donnie was just leaving Duke and Ginny, after he finally found them hidden in a dark corner of the graveyard set.

Ginny had been almost fully stripped of her costume but seemed to be enjoying herself. Duke was looking a bit buffer than Donnie recalled earlier, but of course he assumed humans simply looked different when in costume.

One thing was clear, Duke liked his warrior costume. He was fully embracing his character when Donnie had asked if everything was okay.

“What does it look like?” Duke had said, grabbing Ginny’s tits and twisting painfully as he sank his erection deeper inside her body.

Donnie smiled and took a moment to watch their game. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, only that it seemed to involve both sex and wishing.

Duke would give several thrusts, pause to make a wish like that he could fuck her all night. Ginny would shake and bob her head beneath him, saying ‘Granted’. Then they’d continue on, neither one seeming to tire.

As entertaining as watching the pair was, Donnie seemed to recall two other customers walking in. Why he hadn’t welcomed them, he couldn’t say, but he owed it to them now, to make sure they were finding what they needed.

“Oh, oh, oh, oooooooohh!” Leila practically vibrated as Randall pounded into her from behind.

He was moving his hips so fast, she could hardly feel him withdraw and then stab back inside her. All she felt was constant stimulation, and a cock that reached so deep inside her, she nearly choked.

Randall grabbed his wife’s hips firm, holding her up off the floor just slightly as he gave her the fucking of a lifetime. He used every ounce of his super strength to yank her body back into his crotch, filling her completely and looking at the floor where wild spatters of breast milk still sprayed with every pounding thrust.

“unghh...” He grunted, gritting his perfect teeth, holding his body straight, and making sure Leila felt every bit of his strength.

Leila looked to one side and saw a figure emerge nearby. Tilting her face sideways, she recognized the guy dressed as a demon from the entrance to the store. He stood there watching for a moment or two.

“Hi there, folks. I’m Donnie. Welcome to my store.”

Randall looked over, gave a nod, then resumed fucking his wife. “I’m Super Stud.” He said.

Donnie laughed. “Nice to meet you Super Stud. I see you’ve both found something to wear.”

Randall grabbed Leila up off the floor and held her in mid air, slamming her up and down on top of his cock. As he stood there, impossibly fucking the woman up and down, he looked over at Donnie. “Yes, we are most pleased here. The lady here is a wet nurse. Perhaps you’d care for a drink.”

Looking at Leila, flopping around like a rag doll, Donnie had no idea what the term meant but wasn’t one to be rude. “Sure, a drink would be nice. I’ve been eating some mini-pizzas and they do make one thirsty.”

“Then fill up, sir.” Randall said.

He held Leila with one arm and reached around her with his free hand. Grabbing one of her flopping tits, he pulled it up and aimed right at Donnie.

Donnie was caught off guard a little as the man crushed one of the woman’s tits in his fist and milk sprayed over at him like a water pistol. Seeing the rather dopey smile on her face and the confident grin Randall gave, Donnie lowered his head and opened his mouth, allowing the spray to squirt right into his throat.

“Mmm... good.” Donnie said smacking his jaws shut. “Very thirst-quenching.”

“Ohhhh...” Leila cried out.

Randall released her tits and resumed fucking her up and down on his massive cock. “Prepare for climax, citizen.” He announced boldly.

Leila giggled as her husband’s cock seemed miraculously to both expand and lengthen inside her belly. Warm, searing jets of cum exploded inside her and she nearly passed out, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Randall laid Leila down and watched her slow breathing as he turned to Donnie.

“Thank you, kind store owner. And now, I must be off. There are more damsels like her that need Super Stud today.”

Donnie watched as the man leapt into the air, seemed to momentarily freeze, then shot off so fast he couldn’t even follow his trail.

“Wow,” Donnie said. “A real live superhero got his costume here! What more could I ask for on opening day?”

As Donnie licked the spatters of milk from his cheeks, he headed back to the store entrance. He may be out of mini-pizzas, he thought, but that didn’t mean the day was over. This was Halloween, and that meant the party never stopped, especially when it came to costumes.

He only hoped any future customers were as fully satisfied as those he’d met so far.