The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 1. My life, so far...

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, why’d she have to walk into mine?

I was working part-time as a bartender in the fairly nice bar- you know, one of those places that does more martinis than beers, when an older woman came in and sat at the bar in front of me. I smiled and asked her what she wanted, then made it up for her. She nursed it slowly, seeming to just enjoy the atmosphere and some time to herself.

She was not much to look at- middle aged, average height and build, hair that appeared black in the soft lighting of the lounge. She looked like she was in her late 40’s or so, but it was hard to tell. The only unusual thing about her was her outfit- it looked sort of ’modern gypsy’- a longish dark skirt with subtle swirls of color and small bursts of gold threads, a loose white blouse covered in pleats, a sort of jacket thing that might have been a shrug or shawl that looked homemade out of a colorful tapestry. She had hoop earrings, and a few other touches that made her look like, I dunno, maybe an upscale fortune teller?

But, hey. I was here to mix drinks and be nice, not to delve into my customer’s lives unless they want to talk, and so far, all she was doing was sitting and sipping.

It turns out that she did want to talk, just sit and sip. All damn night. It was getting near closing and the place was empty but for her and me. I had just finished most of the closing chores and was about to tell her it was time when she looked up at me.

“I can’t pay, but I can offer you this.” At ’this’ she set down a cheap bronze ’Aladdin’s lamp’ thing that made a cheap hollow clank as it hit the marble bar.

“Oh, come on. What’s going on here?” I asked, a bit ticked by now. She sat here all night and was stiffing me for the damned drink?

“No, no, you don’t understand.” She said with a slight slur. She was drunk, too? Damn it all!

“Its a MAGIC lamp!” She urged it closer to me. I sighed and took it and shooed her out, all the while she was protesting that it was real. Yeesh. Some people just should not drink. I pulled the money out of my share of the tips and covered her ass.

I finished up and took the dammed thing home. Jennifer, my long-time girlfriend, was already in bed, which figured since she worked a real job with real hours. I had to work a full-time slave-wages job for benefits, the bartender bit for actual spending money and I had a gig on-line for some extra bucks. In other words, I worked long hours with little to show for it. I was in the kitchen rustling up a bedtime snack and playing with the lamp.

Why not? I rubbed it and it started to rattle and shake on the table. I heard a voice thundering in my head- “I AM THE DJINN OF THE LAMP. WHY HAVE YOU DISTURBED ME?”

I stammered out something about the old lady and wishes when it interrupted me.”WISHES, YES, BUT IT IS -I- WHO CHOOSES WHAT TO GRANT. I HAVE SEEN YOUR MIND AND KNOW WHAT I SHALL GRANT YOU. IT IS DONE AND OUR CONTRACT IS FULFILLED. YOU SHALL NEVER HEAR FROM ME AGAIN. GOODBYE!” The lamp went still.

I’ve been dating Jennifer for almost five years. She was smart, nice, dedicated, and more but she was not exciting, and lately our tastes and interests had drifted some. I still loved her in many ways, but I found that I was really not excited by her, and I suspect that she was no longer excited by me. Our schedules meant that we only shared a few meals a week, our sex life was rather skimpy, and we were more like room mates than a committed couple. I had no illusions that this was going to last much longer, but it was nice while it was lasting and she really is a good person.

I know that I am nothing special myself- a somewhat chunky 36 year-old already feeling tinges of age. Not a bad build- I could certainly benefit from hitting the gym more often, or the buffet a little less- and I’ve never really considered my face, butt, cock, or anything else to be anything too great.

Jen on the other hand is a tall 37 year-old that looks older, partly because she has chosen to burn the candle at both ends for years as a teacher and a long-time volunteer for several causes, partly because of genes. Even though she works out more than I do, she looks a bit... saggy. She carries a few more pounds than her frame should, and they are not well-distributed. Perhaps most unfortunately, her features have become a bit more masculine and rough. You could see traces of the young ’almost cute’ young girl she was, but now you might call her a ’handsome woman’.

I wanted a change. I wanted Jen to be interesting, excited, sexual, and more- all the things I wished I could not have, but was resigned to living without. As I thought about this, I thought about what the djinn said, and all the ways things could be a lot worse and became afraid. I slept fitfully the rest of the night.

Chapter 2. Jenny

The next morning I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon? I shrugged on a robe and hit the bathroom, then made my way to the dining room, where two places had been set with coffee, coffee cake, juice, and the paper. Breakfast was usually cold cereal and maybe coffee if anyone remembered to set the timer. I heard light, musical humming in the kitchen and was about to investigate when the door swung open and...

“AAAAAhhh! Who are you?” I shrieked in surprise at the young blonde in the white robe carrying a tray of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. I leapt back, trying to half-way hide the old robe I was wearing that barely covered my body from this sexy young thing, and thinking about where there might be a weapon if I would need it. OK, that was a dumb thought- I was obviously bigger and stronger than the teen, but I was confused and, I’ll admit it, scared.

She laughed musically. “Jackson William Browne, stop being silly and come to breakfast, you big goof.”

I slowly unwound and stood up. ’You big goof’ was a common phrase Jen used towards me. Why did this hot teen say it to me? “Do I know you?” I asked.

She came over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. She smelled like lightly of fruits and flowers. “Tsk. Silly boy. It’s just me, Jennifer Alicia McAdams, just like yesterday and the day before. Now stop messing around and sit. You’ve got to be at work soon.”

I sat and rather mechanically began to eat as she sat across from me, smiled at me, and began to read the paper. This was Jen? Jen never looked like this. This girl was MAYBE 20, with long pale blonde hair and a hefty set of gorgeous breasts on a slender body. My Jen was actually a bit taller than me, but this girl was a fair bit shorter. But dear God she looked cute! Blue eyes, perfect pink lips, creamy smooth skin with a tiny nose and high cheek bones... she could easily be a model for pretty much anything. I have to admit, though, that she looked really familiar somehow.

“Wha...” I cleared my throat and tried again. “What happened?”

She glanced at the front page again. “The council voted against the school levy. I guess the good news is that our taxes won’t go up but I feel bad that we can’t build the new school. Oh, or did you mean about the fires out west?”

“No, no I mean, my God, Jen- what happened to you?”

“To me? What do you mean? Is something wrong?” She was looking at herself. She let the robe slip open and dear God she looked fine! Big, high breasts with perfect pink nipples on them, and an adorable little belly. She hefted one breast and I almost came right there. She was looking at her teeth in the bowl of a spoon- so damned cute! And so young, my God!

“No, I mean yes... I mean... you look so...” I was scrambling for the right thing to say. “You look so great this morning” By now, the memory of the wish had resurfaced- is this what Djinn did for me? Give me a young, sexy Jen? This might not be so bad, I thought.

Jen dimpled and thanked me for the compliment, then went to the laundry area and came back with a load of clothes she folded as I finished eating. I almost spat out my toast when she folded the distinctive T and bright orange shorts. “H... Hooters?” I choked out.

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah, its OK, my shift does not start till 10 today. I’ll get some stuff done around here, then head on in. Oh, hey, and tonight we are both on at the lounge, so maybe we can get something to eat afterwards?” The lounge? I saw her hanging up the cute little costume our lounge servers wore on the nights it was busy enough to justify the extra help and got hard, well, harder, at the thought of this cute chick wearing it.

She hustled me off to work with a sack lunch, a deeply erotic kiss, and a fond fondling of my balls. I barely noticed the work day, and was actually looking forward to my shift at the bar. She started a couple hours after I got there, just before the evening crowd picked up. She looked marvelous in her uniform that was so flattering to women in general, but really loved girls that could fill it out right. She thoroughly charmed all of her customers and made a bundle on tips. Not only was she a joy to watch, but she whispered sweet things to me and got a load of tips she shared with all of us.

I drove her home via a quick stop for some take-out. (She asked if it would be OK so she could change and get out of the heels. Gee, get a sizzling young blonde to my house all alone with me quicker? Let me think about that for a minute.)

We ate, watched some late night stuff that made her laugh. It was a joy to watch this beautiful girl feel so free and open that she could sit on the floor next to me, eating Chinese take-out awkwardly with her chopsticks, in an old t-shirt and panties, and laugh so freely and honestly. It got me so turned on!

After a quick wash up, she turned to me with a huge smile. “So, wanna fool around, big guy?” When I nodded, she slipped my clothes off as I fumbled with hers. She laughed at me when I stared at her naked flawless body. “Don’t just look, you big goof. You’ve seen it before. Come on, Jack, touch me, take me, fuck me!” That broke the spell. I was kissing her and fondling her wonderful breasts as we maneuvered to the bed and she hopped on, pulling me down, face to her navel- which smelled great, by the way.

I licked her lower and lower through a laughing orgasm, and she pulled me up and jammed my hard cock in her cunt and made me fuck her good and hard- what a rough job! We fucked several times before I wearily begged her to let me sleep since I had to get up in a few hours. She snuggled up to me and I fell asleep with her breasts on my back and arms around my chest.

She made me breakfast again the next morning, and as I came to the table, I noticed the Hooters calendar on the wall, the one the old Jennifer really disliked, showing a young blonde- very much like the new Jenny. I remembered now where I had seen this new person before and dashed to my room.

I pulled out the current men’s soft-porn mag I subscribed to (just for the articles, you understand) and there she was- the current Babe of the Month. Her name in the magazine was Suzi. I read the short biography and made notes- birthdate, home town, likes and dislikes. The magazine babe and the old Jen were quite different from each other. Jen was not much for the outdoors, but was working on her Masters of Education, Suzi loved the outdoors and was working to be a teacher. Jen preferred occasional vanilla sex while Suzi says she adores sex of all types and joking called herself an unrepentant nymphomaniac. Jen read mostly textbooks and non-fiction, Suzi loves quirky detective stories. Jen loved quiche and wine, while Suzi apparently likes beer and pizza. Suzi sounded like a classic California college party girl.

I felt like I would like her when I saw her article the first time a week or so ago, and now she was in my apartment. So, the question was- did the new incarnation of Jen (I had already discovered she preferred ’Jenny’) more like the old Jen or Suzi? How the hell can I find out without making her think I’ve lost my mind- I mean, any more than she probably already thinks?

By the time I went into the kitchen, breakfast was ready and she was sitting, face glowing with perfect youth, as she read the paper. I had a brainstorm. “So, Jenny, do you ever think about modeling?” Jen would have slapped me and gave me a lecture about the role of real women in society. Jenny smiled and broke out in dimples.

“Yeah.” She actually giggled adorably. “I could totally rock in the magazine you get.” It was not quite a secret from Jen, but I never let her see it or mention it to her. Jenny seemed to know all about it. “I think it would be so hot to have all those guys jacking off looking at me. But, if I want to be a teacher, I need to be careful about things like that, you know. That’s why I’ve only done clothed shoots.”

“What would your biography say?” I asked, trying to be smooth and casual about it.

“Hmmm, interesting question. Let’s see. It would start with the basics. Jennifer Alicia MacAdams, unless I used an alias. Born April 3, 1990 (Interesting, I noted, same date, different year) in Des Moines, Iowa (same hometown as the old Jen). I would probably say I was a hostess in a chain restaurant who was going to school to earn my Bachelor’s Degree although I might fib about the college I was in. My measurements are 5′ 7″, and a 131 pounds. I’m 34DD-20-34, blonde hair, blue eyes. My likes would include pizza, hiking, the outdoors, kids, dogs, sex, and my sexy boyfriend, Billy Jack, of the last two years. (Two years? I guess if we had dated five years ago she would have only been fifteen- awkward! Of course, she would remember the nick-name I got when some school friends watched the old movie one night.)

“My dislikes would be lemon foods, spiders, grumpy people, boring books, and stupid rules. I’d probably add that I consider myself to be a sort of a nymphomaniac and I don’t want to be cured!” She was laughing by this point, but I was amazed that she was such a blend of Jen and Suzi. I promised her we would do a photo shoot for fun later this week and do it up like the magazine- but I also promised her I would not send it in or post it anywhere.

The next few weeks were a blast! During this period, it was like her libido was on ’11’. We had sex every night, and often some sort of quickie during the day. I could eat her juicy little pussy out for hours and I loved to hear her moan, scream, and purr as I did so. She seemed to love to suck me off just as much and seemed to get off on the chance of getting caught. We did it in a restaurant where the linens did not ’quite’ reach the floor. We also went camping, joined the local nature center and did some bird banding, and had some great non-conventional dates.

We did the photo shoot and she was so hot! It was like she instinctively knew how to hold her sexy body for perfect results. When I was done mocking up the fake magazine spread, I was amazed at how similar it turned out to the professional one.

I did wonder a bit where some of her clothes came from- a lot of it was similar to what Jen had, but most of it was a lot younger and sexier than Jen would ever wear. Jenny had a full line of sensuous lingerie, that she loved show off to me and enjoyed being photographed in.

Jenny loved the photos and we ended up cropping some to protect her privacy and posting them to a couple amateur sites that quickly clamored for more. She even got a couple offers to model for money. Jen loved the photos and carried them on her cellphone. She even used a super close up as her screen shot- if you did not know what it was, it was just a study in varying shiny pink tones and soft shapes.

And the actual sex! Enthusiastic, screaming, no-holds-barred, bed-breaking humping filled with enthusiasm and sheer lusty joy, followed by usually extensive cuddling and sighs. She was incredible! One night, we tried this semi-standing thing where she threw a leg over my shoulder as I tried to fuck her, but we fell over and her laughter combined with her panting and moaning brought me to an incredible orgasm..

I thanked the Djinn every night before I went to bed that month. In the back of my mind, I was terrified something horrible was going to happen, but so far, so good!

Chapter 3. Jeni

About a month later, I woke to an empty bed. Not really surprising as Jen was always an early riser, but something just felt different- a different scent, maybe? I dismissed it and hit the bathroom. Walking towards the kitchen, I had another sense that something was different- no coffee smell. Instead, I smelled... tea? And fruit?

I entered the kitchen and my jaw dropped. “Good morning, Jack. What can I get for your breakfast?” There was a perfectly lovely Oriental (Japanese?) woman standing there speaking in a musical voice with a hint of an accent. She was much shorter than me, or Jenny, and had short black hair framing a porcelain doll face. Her body was lithe and trim, but still sported a pair of adorable breasts, all currently wrapped up in a very tight and short white baby tank top and matching white mini-shorts that looked incredible against her delicately toned skin.

“Ah... could I have some French toast, Jen?” I tried. She smiled and nodded as she bustled off to whip some eggs and milk. I helped myself to some hot tea and watched her move around in the kitchen with economical movements. Her tiny bare feet were so perfect! It made me feel like a big clod in comparison.

I figured I needed some quick background information, so I grabbed a tax form I was putting off completing. “I might as well get this thing done. Let’s see, name. Jack W. Andrews and Jennifer Alicia McAdams.” Jen laughed.

“You big goof. Makahdi Alika Jeni. Stop trying to Anglicize my name.”

“Address, phone, sosh- I’ll have to look that up later, birthdates. 9-10-78 for me, and April 3, 1990 for you?” That was the old Jen’s birthday.

“Tsk. So close. April 3, 1988.” Interesting, she was a couple years older this time.

“OK, OK. Occupation. Student, part time hostess?” She absently corrected me with ’student slash office temp slash occasional model’ as she fried up my French toast. Office temp?

She served me some very tasty French toast spiced up a little differently than I was used to, with a fruity sauce instead of butter and powdered sugar- I think it was these little touches that were the weirdest things to deal with sometimes.

“So what do we have going on this beautiful Thursday?” I asked her as we cleared the table.

Her composure shifted subtly. “Master Jack-san, this one was hoping to spend the day in her master’s service.” Wow. I had been sitting here hoping she would be into master/slave stuff and obey my every whim. Now that I think about it, blonde Jenny was doing some things I had only thought of as well. Could I control her with my mind? I focused on a leisurely blow job.

In an instant Jeni was on her knees in front of me, opening my fly as if unwrapping a treasured but fragile gift. When she got my entire seven inches (or so, depending on how and where you measure it) out, she focused her entire attention on it, as if she could will it to become harder for her- and it worked! She looked like she was worshiping my shaft, which did look rather large in her small, perfect hand. She breathed on it as she stroked it every so softly, murmuring something in Japanese. She stroked it with her face, then licked it ever so gingerly with her small, pointed tongue. She also used her long hair to tease me- what a sensation!

When she finally did take it all into her mouth, she made it feel at home somewhere warm and safe, loving and a lot of fun. She moved her head up and own on me as her hands and tongue all found something to play with. It did not take long for me to start to shiver and throb, which made her press a thumb on the bottom of my cock as she slowed her pace. When the urge subsided, she played with it for a while longer, then started to suck again- this time more aggressively and with all kinds of turning and twisting motions. I felt my orgasm rise again only to be defeated.

She kept this up for nearly a quarter-hour before she let me cum in her mouth. Damn! She stood up and stripped her few clothes off and sat in my lap. She was so light! She nuzzled my chest and asked if she served me adequately, and could have a reward. I kissed her mouth, cheek, neck, shoulder, and worked my way to her soft breast, kissing and nuzzling her erect nipple. She shivered delicately, making small, cute groans. When I asked what sort of reward she would like, she hesitantly asked “May this one ask for a collar to show this one’s status and devotion?” Her eyes were shining as she asked. How could I say no?

We went shopping, although how the heck she knew where she could find the sort of collar she wanted was beyond me. Thankfully she was looking more for a choker than a dog collar, although the mental image of this beautiful petite woman with the porcelain skin wearing a studded leather collar and nothing else got me good and hard!

We came home with three collars and a few bags of other odds and ends. She got a black choker with a jade-like jewel on it, a simple silver ring, and, somehow, a rugged black leather collar with studs. We did some grocery shopping on the way home and had a very pleasant lunch.

After lunch, I told her to freshen up and bring one of her collars to the living room. When she came out, she was wearing a white silk kimono-like robe and had her hair up in some sort of style, sort of like Princess Leia. She had some light make-up that made her look even more like a doll than usual, and made her eyes look huge and beautiful. She knelt at my feet as I sat on the couch. “Your servant awaits your instruction, Master”.

“Jeni, I really don’t want you to be my slave, just my girlfriend.”

She smiled and her whole demeanor changed. “Well, duh, Jack. It’s just a game, a role. I know it bugs you, but I think that is one of the reasons I like doing it so much with you. I feel so safe knowing that you won’t go too far or take advantage. Besides, you are just so cute when you are nervous!” She gave me a big smile, then shifted her face and posture again to a tiny submissive Geisha.

I had a sudden insight and said “OK, Alika, it is time to wash my feet.” I had an idea that using her middle name for this personality would excite her and I apparently guessed right. She almost whimpered with barely controlled excitement as she fetched some supplies. She re-entered the room walking with tiny steps, carrying a large bowl with a couple of towels ceremonially folded and draped over it, a small bottle and a flower on top of it. She apparently sacrificed a bloom from her bouquet for this. This touched me pretty deeply- Jen has always loved having fresh and live flowers in the house.

Alika removed my shoes as if they were the move valuable items in the world, then my socks- all the while touching and stroking my feet. Now, I have often enjoyed some foot action since feet are pretty sensitive, but it was never really a fetish or a turn on for me- but the way she was treating me, I could see why some people really get off on this!

She held one of my feet over the lightly scented water and poured some on it, letting it drain back into the bowl. She set my foot on a towel and rinsed off the other foot. Then she took the first foot and set it in the warm water. She squirt some soap on a washcloth and gently scrubbed my foot clean, then rinsed it and did the other one.

She patted both feet dry with the clean towel, then dug a small bottle of floral scented lotion from a pocket of her robe and gently but firmly massaged every inch of my feet, ankles, and toes. It did not get me aroused much (firmed up some, sure- after all, a pretty girl was touching me!) But it did feel wonderful. I decided to return the favor soon.

When she got everything all cleaned up, she dusted my feet with powder and pulled on some clean socks, then helped me slip on a different pair of lightly powdered shoes. I felt like I had just had a refreshing bath and nap combined. We spent some time then just doing house stuff- cleaning, dishes, bills, and other routine things that were enlivened by her humming and slightly off-beat way of doing things.

Chapter 4. Jena

I spent the next few weeks just enjoying being with Jeni. There were times I missed Jenny and Jen, and times I forgot they were partly the same person. I even managed to occasionally forget about the lamp and the genie. That is, until about a month later when I woke up to an enthusiastic blow job being given to me by a raven-haired dark-skinned goddess with absolutely fucking huge tits.

She looked at me with incredible dark, deep eyes made up with a dramatic upsweep that made them look huge and smokey. Without breaking her rhythm on my cock, she smiled and her face lit up. That was enough, I came hard and she worked harder to take it all. She licked her lips in satisfaction and lay beside me. “That was tasty, lover. Would you mind returning the favor?”

I kissed her thick, unfamiliar lips and just stared at her exotic face for a moment. I had never had a girl-friend who was African American, and this version of Jen was stunning. She looked as tall as I am, broad hips, big happy breasts with big dark aureoles and chubby nipples begging for attention. I suckled on one pert nipple and she squirmed under me, grabbing my head and moaning. I switched nipples and she mashed my face into her big soft boob. I played with her smooth skin with my free hand and encountered a navel ring. Intrigued, I played with it for a moment before my hand wandered on to her softly crinkly hairs down lower.

I could not get enough of her scent- warm, musky, sexy, wild. Her skin tasted different and somehow spicy as I kissed my way from her big nipples to her gold belly button decoration, then down to the beginning of her pubic hairs. I just played with the sensation of their bouncy wiriness for a moment before I parted them and saw her pussy. Brilliantly pink lips surrounded by deeply colored labia- so inviting! I dived in and enjoyed licking my way through the alphabet, taking care to not touch her hard little clit until I was past M.

She seemed to enjoy my efforts. Her wide hips were moving, she was dancing on the bed, holding my head and making all sorts of noises- nonsense chatter, moans, yelps. I used my fingers to stroke her mons and tight ass as I licked and thrust my tongue, licking and sucking on her clit, and jamming a couple of fingers in as deeply as I could. She shoved my head into her and clenched strong thighs on my head as she came. She was screaming and gushing a thick, slick liquid that I lapped up as best I could. Once she was done, she went limp and I gently licked her lips clean and lightly stroked her body to relax her as she shuddered through some after shocks. If she responded like this to oral, I could hardly wait to fuck her! That would have to wait, however, as I had to use the bathroom rather urgently.

When I was done, she was in the kitchen getting herself some cereal and yogurt. So far, each Jen had been beautiful in her own way, and this one was certainly no exception. Her skin was a smooth shade of a sort of chocolate/coffee color. Her face was a long oval, narrower at the chin. Thick lips, a wide but well-shaped nose, the incredible eyes, and high cheeks were framed by thick black hair down to below her shoulders. She was wearing an intricately patterned thing half robe, half muumuu. It camouflaged her shape some but could not hide the incredible swell of her chest. I wanted to get a good look at her naked body in good light, but I could wait for it. An idle thought wondered how her wardrobe was managing to change to keep up with all of these changes, but I did not linger over it as I made myself some breakfast.

I started to ask her about modeling to ask her about the bio bit like I did with Jenny. She laughed and said we had just done this a couple of months ago. I tried the tax thing like with Jeni, and she pointed out we did it last month. As I racked my brain to try to think of another route to find out more about her, she cleared her stuff and moved to the living room. She put on a CD and slipped off her light wrap thing to stand there in just a pair of tight white shorts and a sports bra that did little to diminish her chest. As the fast music played, she went though a rather intensive aerobic routine with elements of tae bo, exotic dance and belly dance mixed in. It was fascinating and exhausting to watch, but I learned that she was athletic and flexible, at least. She took a shower as I finished some other things up.

As I was dealing with the mail, I noticed my men’s magazine had come. I idly thumbed through it- I found my interest in it had significantly waned since I started having such sexy partners routinely- and was flabbergasted to see this Jen in the centerfold! Her long, lush body with the same sculpted legs I just ogled doing her workout posed for all to see! I read her bio to learn that she was even older this time- 27, and was a fitness instructor, although she admitted that her large chest sometimes got in the way, but that she would not think about a reduction. She indicated that she loved her body and getting stared at, and often dressed or behaved to show it off and tease men. She also discussed how much she loved sex- hot, wild, spontaneous sex. I was hard just thinking about it.

A flash of a thought crossed my mind and I dug out last months unread mag- and found Jeni featured as the centerfold, talking about how much she loved to serve her man. Three magazines, three centerfolds, three Jens... this could not be a coincidence. Apparently, Jen was going to be reincarnated as the centerfold of this magazine every month! I was not sure if I was in awe, or scared for her. Blessing or curse? It had to be confusing someone- jobs that came and went as different people were formed and vanished somehow... It was making me dizzy to think about.

She came back out in the room dressed in workout gear- a form-fitting colorful, shiny leotard over long tights, and open-toed sandals on her pretty feet. “So, Jen, what are we going to do tonight after work?”

She gave me a look that almost scared me. “Jack, honey, I’ve told you before. Call me Jena. I swear you do this on purpose. You want to get spanked again?” I shivered just a bit at that. I bet she could give a hell of a spanking if she wanted. “Anyways, you work all day and all night today. I was thinking about getting together with the girls.” When I asked who, she gave me another slightly scary look and listed some of her friends from being Jen- mostly the younger ones, though, I noticed. Somehow the wish was integrating her old and new lives in interesting ways.

“When are you going to give up some of these dumb jobs and go back to school? You wanted to be an engineer and I know you could do it. You could quit your day job, go to school, work at the bar during the week, and we could have a couple nights a week and weekends for us.” When I mumbled something about affording it, she suggested grants and aid, and also said that her income from the studio and modeling could cover us easily enough. She showed me our account on-line and it was a lot healthier than it used to be. Oddly, Jeni and Jenny both also got paid for modeling- and all from the same parent company as the men’s magazine. Huh. Jeni mentioned modeling, but I never did follow up on it. The company had a lot of magazines- a men’s fashion and lifestyle one, a cooking one, and several others. I wondered if Jenny posed for some of the others since she did not pose nude... although she HAD posed nude... it was making my head hurt again.

I agreed to look into school and she gave me a kiss that gave me an erection down to my toes before she pulled on some sweats over her outfit and took off to work. I struggled though my day as well, although I did do a lot of personal surfing on my smartphone about going back to the local university. It looked like it might be easier than I thought and used my office computer to complete the on-line application.

The day was long and I was pooped by the time I got home. I found Jena in the bedroom, posing in front of a web-cam. She gave me a quick smile and finger to her lips, so I sat down quietly and listened as she interacted with several people on-line, doing poses they requested, and even playing with herself intimately using her fingers and toys. A timer went off and she told everyone good by and turned off the computer. “Hi, sugar. I hope you are in the mood to fuck! Doing that stuff always gets me so hot for you.” She was sweaty and her juices were spread on her thighs, and she looked so fuckable that any objections I might have had to her doing that sort of thing just sort of evaporated for a while.

I stripped down and jumped in bed with her. We clasped and kissed furiously and I loved the sensation of her big, soft, hot tits on my chest. She wriggled her hips against me and managed to snag my cock between her legs and was rubbing it with her thighs. She grabbed me and flipped me over on my back, then climbed on my cock and proceeded to fuck the bejeebers out of me! Oh, my God! She was like an animal! She was screaming, her hair was flying, her big breasts bouncing so much it pulled her entire torso around! At one point, she put her hands on my shouldered and jackhammered me to within an inch of my life! I came and she kept on pounding away until she had her own orgasm. As she came, she clenched with her thighs and pussy so hard I thought I was going to be crushed!

I collapsed under her as she relaxed on top of me, cooing and stroking me. “Thanks, lover, that was good. Let me get us something to drink and we can do round two.” She slipped out, not even winded as my heart was still pounding. Round two?

Somehow I made it through three rounds, although how the bed did not collapse, I will never know. She could get me hard again in no time with a combination of stroking it, sucking it, and talking to it. Seriously! She would talk to my cock- making it promises that sent shivers down my spine, and it responded!

After Round Three, she gave me a soft, loving massage and covered me with a blanket as I slept it off. I heard her talking to the computer again and drifted off with sexy dreams of chocolatey goodness.

My month with Jena was great, although the issues of changing jobs and starting school ate into our time together. She was exciting and adventurous. We had sex just off a trail in the local state forest, at the movies, and several times in the back of her spacious car. One time, she took me to the back seat just after picking me up at work and fucking me in the parking lot as some of the other staff watched jealously and lustfully. She knew I would never be unfaithful to her- both because she took care of me so well and because she knew I knew she could easily hurt me really bad.

Chapter 5. Jennifer

As the third of the month rolled around again, I was almost braced for the change. I was going to stay awake and watch it happen! Jena had fallen asleep cuddled tight with me, as usual, then had rolled away. I nodded off several times, but caught most of the change. About three in the morning, Jena started to look... odd. Not really glowing, but her skin was lighter in the moonlight. So was her hair. Her overall size did not change a lot, but her face got shorter and wider, much paler and her lips thinned- but not by much- and widened. Her lashes grew longer and her ears somehow changed shape as well.

Her breasts got a bit smaller (aw!) but also rounder and looked firmer. Her legs thinned, and her waist shrunk a bit. Her muscle tone changed overall- not quite as lush and toned. The sounds of her breathing changed- taking on a slight, cute snore. She rolled over and in the better moonlight I could see that her hair was a reddish auburn and tumbled over her hack and shoulders in a riot of waves. She looked like an Irish angel sleeping there, and did not seem to be changing much anymore so I caught some needed sleep with excited dreams.

“Jack? Jack darling, it is time to get up.” Her voice was soft and lilting. She gave me a warm, fragrant hug and told me to get dressed. A hot breakfast was laid out for me and we chatted as we ate. I found she liked to be called Jennifer now, and she looked and acted much closer to her original age than the others so far. Her clothing was more casual and ’normal’ than Jenny’s youthful skimpy stuff, Jeni’s Oriental-themed things, or Jena’s revealing clothing. Jennifer seemed to like soft fabrics and pastel colors, but otherwise dressed a lot like Jen. She was mixing something in the kitchen as I ate, and talking about her garden, or stopping by the studio later to see if any other jobs came up. She gave me a sack lunch and sent me off to school with a warm, full body embrace, and a loving kiss.

It was a short day so I went home for lunch. She had something in the fridge for me to heat up and I went through the mail. As I suspected, the men’s mag was there and I was unsurprised to see they were doing a whole MILF theme. The centerfold was a 33 year-old homemaker and model who loved gardening, cooking, kids, and so forth- a very domestic woman. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she painted, but a quick trip to the spare room showed it was well-equipped for such interests.

Jennifer came home as I was reading the mag still and she laughed to see me looking at her photos. “They turned out OK for an old lady, huh?? She laughed. I told she looked beautiful in them, and even better in the flesh. She dimpled as she smiled and took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. We stripped each other slowly, with plenty of touches and kisses. Her breasts were smaller than Jena’s but bigger then the others, and stood up pretty firmly on their own. Her nipples were smaller but fun to play with and just watching her boobs bounce was entrancing. She giggled and grabbed my cock to change my focus. We sat on the bed as she hugged and kissed me, still fondling my cock, so I twiddled her shaved-bald pussy until she was squishing.

I pushed her over with a sigh and positioned myself on top of her, slipping my cock in her as slowly as I could stand. She moaned almost soundlessly, mouth open and eyes closed- which made me sad because she had gorgeous hazel eyes. I fucked her slowly as I caressed her soft pale skin, kissing the tiny creases and faint wrinkles around her eyes.

We made love slowly and fulfillingly, making last and last and last. She came several times with delightful tensing and jerking, moaning and squeaking. I came in a big shudder, and collapsed beside her. She rolled over and held me as we both just looked in each others eyes.

I really enjoyed Jennifer, but I knew there was going to be someone new and worth knowing in another month.

Chapter 6. Epilogue

In the last couple years, a lot of things happened. I enjoyed exploring the incredible variety of women the wish provided. The personalities- like the one stuck-up bitch with a secret heart towards kids in need. The nationalities- like the Aussie Sheila who damn near broke me with her enthusiastic sex (and I thought Jena was aggressive!) Or the lovely Brazilian, or the amazing Indian... Some were vigins, some really did not like sex, a few were really kinky. One young one kept calling me ‘Daddy’, which really bothered me. One lied about her age- and damn if she did not look older. I had to lock my door to keep her out until her month was up.

After 29 incredible women and experiences, I was really enjoying life. Then, the magazine folded, another victim of the recession and changing attitudes towards print media. Instead, they combined a few of their other magazines and changed their flagship publication from a ‘men’s mag’ to a ‘lifestyle mag’ and transferred people’s subscriptions over to it automatically.

The next morning, I awoke to find a guy in the kitchen whipping up an incredible breakfast. I greeted him to discover his name was Jen, a rather common nick-name in his country. I went to work confused and unsure what to do. For one thing, I canceled my subscription, hoping that would change something.

When I got home, I found that nothing had changed, other than the gourmet dinner on the table. Damn. Well, what could I do? I ate his liver with fava beans and a nice Chianti.