The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The question of nature puzzled his mind. Did a lion ever stop and think about the morality of eating its prey? No. It just did it because it had to and because it could. Why couldn’t the same be said for Alex? If nature gave him this ability, did he have every right to utilize it? The question kept him up at night. All his past relationships were a direct failure because of his ability. Every corner of his life was affected. He tried to ignore it, but accidents happen, and the end result was never something he aimed for. It was just in his nature.

Like a recovering addict, Alex tried to repress the urge. The urge to do whatever he wanted with his cursed power. People always joke they’d love to have a power, but it wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. There were consequences and although Alex never had any personal repercussions to his life, there were moments he had to live with for the rest of it. Moments he wished went another way. Moments that got the better of his kind nature. The dark side of it scared him. There was so much damage he could do. And had done. Sooner or later one side was going to win. Until then, the war between good and evil raged on within him.

Alex walked through the store aimlessly collecting items. The one thing he hated about being single was cooking for himself. There was a temptation to delegate the task to his single neighbor. The scents of her cooking had seeped into his room on more than one occasion. Or he could stop in on the family next door and join them for dinner. It was easy to do, but it required him to embrace a lifestyle of using his powers to make thing easier. It was a slippery slope.

The grocery store was a dangerous place, especially in his current state of feeling lost. There were attractive women everywhere if he wanted to screw around. Which he did, most of the time. Harmless fun never hurt. At least that’s what he used to justify his behavior. To keep himself in check, Alex created rules he had to abide by. If he didn’t, it was only a matter of time before the power took permanent control of his life. Rule number one: Harmless fun is acceptable.

Alex approached a well-endowed middle age woman checking milk expiry dates. She was still attractive given her age, and her greatest asset was on show for all to see with the dipping neckline.

“Excuse me.” Alex said.

He didn’t know how it worked. When he first tested his ability, he thought eye contact was the key, but other tests disproved that theory. Generally, if he communicated with someone, then it was game over. They were his puppet. Anything he wanted them to do or anything he wanted them to think was fair game. Their mind and reality were his playground.

“You should pour that milk all over your breasts.”

The woman smiled and emptied the carton over her breasts, pooling milk in her cleavage. She put the milk carton back, grabbed another and continued with her shopping, trailing milk as she walked. Alex held back his laughter. Nobody paid attention to the messy scene. If he desired, tasks carried out were perceived as normal to the rest of the world. In this case, to avoid embarrassing the woman and to cause no harm, the command was well within his rules.

Alex grabbed milk for himself and headed for the ice cream aisle. Besides using his powers, ice cream was his other guilty pleasure. He worked out and had a good diet, but he couldn’t resist the sweet frozen treat. Unlike his powers, he accepted his fate to eat ice cream forever. The battle wasn’t worth fighting and only cost him a few pounds of weight.

In the aisle was a jackpot of victims. Three college girls, likely recent freshmen based on their slutty attire, trying to decide which ice cream to choose. A conundrum Alex could relate to. Two of the girls were blonds and one was a brunette. All were tanned and either gifted in the chest area or gifted in the art of deception. It was moments like these that made Alex weak. In the past, he would have ordered them to strip and fucked them one by one. But he wasn’t that kind of person. Or at least he was striving not to be. The rules were there to keep him in check. Rule number two: Only bad people are liable for punishment.

The urge to throw out the rules, take them all home and fuck each one of them with their ample young bodies strengthened within Alex. All their focus was on him.

“Tell me your names.”

“Trish.” Said the first blond.

“Caroline.” Said the second blond.

“Dawn.” Said the brunette.

One of the positives of his curse was that he could watch women without looking sketchy. They dressed up for a reason and that was to be desired and admired. If he saw an attractive woman, he stared as long as he wanted, and she never noticed. The hotter the girl, the greater the urge to intervene in their lives. Like three hot college students. Trish was the hottest of the three with a simple make-up look. From what Alex could tell, she had an amazing looking body, but opted to hide it with her clothes. The t-shirt and ripped jeans covered her tits and ass, but it couldn’t hide the curves underneath. Caroline was the shortest of the two blonds and had a coat of makeup over her face. It did make her extremely attractive, but too much make-up was a turn-off for Alex. She tried her best to present cleavage, but the only thing going for her was her cute face and great fashion sense. Her short skirt and low-cut top gave a nice tease to what laid beneath. Lastly, there was the girly girl, Dawn, who had legs for days. Her make-up was professionally done and complimented her long nails, tight dress, and heels. He could picture her voice in his head with the stereotype she presented. The trio was quite the diverse catch.

“Dawn, take your tits out.” Alex said.

Dawn’s acrylic nails reached up and slid her dress straps off so that her top fell over. The unsnapped bra dropped to the ground, and she returned to her motionless state. The tits were gorgeous, forcing Alex to fight the urge. He handed an ice cream container to Caroline.

“Caroline, start rubbing this ice cream on Dawn’s tits.”

Caroline complied and splatted the first hand-scoop on Dawn’s tits. She worked mindlessly to cover her friend’s chest in ice cream, the coldness making Dawn’s nipples stand on edge. Alex turned his attention to Trish and her hidden treasure.

“Take all your clothes off.”

Trish stripped out of her clothes and stood naked in the aisle. There wasn’t anything surprising underneath, except a tramp stamp that said ‘slut’. Maybe her cover up was to hide her dirty little secret.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Alex said as he brushed her hair behind her ear.

The problem with Alex’s gift is he couldn’t give it up. He swore he would do no more harm to people, but then he was tempted when he encountered someone that caught his attention. Usually attractive females. He wanted to take Trish home and fuck her for hours on end, enjoying every inch of her beautiful body. That wasn’t him anymore, however. At least not the person he wanted to be. He looked over at the other girls. Dawn’s tits were almost covered in ice cream now.

Now it was time for his question. The question that determined who was good and who was bad. It was a simple question borne out of his own experiences. One that revealed trust, loyalty, honesty, and integrity. Part of him hoped the answer was good and part of him hoped it was bad. The punishments were what saved him from total damnation. Everyone needed a release.

Alex wanted to ask Trish first, but based on her tattoo, he feared the worst. She seemed like someone he’d like to get to know and if she failed his test, that just wasn’t possible. He didn’t like surprises, but he could wait this one out a little longer. Delayed gratification was a virtue and he needed plenty of those to atone for his past sins. With Dawn’s tits almost covered in ice cream, Alex ordered Caroline to stop and to stand side by side with her friend. Now it was the moment of truth.

“Dawn. You will answer my next question truthfully.” Alex said. “Have you ever cheated on a significant other?”

“Yes.” Dawn said in a monotone voice.

“Caroline. You will answer my next question truthfully.” Alex said. “Have you ever cheated on a significant other?”

“Yes.” Caroline said.

The odds weren’t looking good for Trish. People tended to behave like the company they keep. The ice cream was considered harmless fun, but now the girls were fair game. If they wanted to act like sluts, he would treat them like sluts.

Alex turned to Caroline. “Lick her breasts clean while I fuck her from behind.”

Caroline walked up to her friend and happily sucked off the mess she made. Alex walked behind the tall brunette, whose heels made her tower over him, hiked up her skirt and gently rubbed her pussy for stimulation. Once the juices were flowing, Alex went to work like it was his job to punish the cheating whore. Her pussy was tight, and her long legs provided a great base for Alex to gain traction and really hammer her pussy. Grabbing both her arms and pulling them behind her back, Alex fucked her harder and harder. The physicality affected Caroline as she took the occasionally tit to the face trying to clean the cold, sticky tits.

As much as he was concentrated on railing the tall chick, Alex’s eyes wandered over to the naked Trish, standing and waiting like an obedient doll. Thinking it through, it was a win-win scenario. If she said yes, then he could fuck her as many times as he wanted. If she said no, then he could go on a date with her. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Trish.” Alex said in between thrusts. “You will answer… my next question… truthfully… Have you ever cheated… on a significant other?”

“No.” Trish said.

“Are you single?”

“Yes.” Trish said.

In his excitement, Alex blew his load right then and there. He couldn’t believe his luck. Trish was gorgeous and he couldn’t wait to explore her personality. Alex pulled out of Dawn. He had intended to fuck Caroline too, but with the new development about Trish, he could live without pursuing her right away. That didn’t mean Caroline wouldn’t be punished.

“Caroline, suck my cum out of Dawn’s pussy and swallow it.”

Caroline knelt behind the bent over Dawn and started cleaning her friend out. Alex watched her tongue lap drops of cum right from the pussy.

“Caroline and Dawn. From now on, every week you will find time to have a 69 session with each other where the main goal is to bring your partner to orgasm. When and if you are in a relationship, you will remain loyal to your significant other. You will offer to please them any way they want, any time they want.”

The girls didn’t say anything, but Alex knew they got the message. He turned his attention back to Trish.

“Get dressed.”

Trish put her clothes back on. Being one of the good girls warranted special treatment.

“I’m Alex, an old high school crush and when you run into me in this store, all those feelings are going to return.”

It was cheating to implement a previous relationship. Alex was never good at picking up women, a deceiving practice in its own right, but the introduction at least got him in the door. They still had to click to be able to go on a date, something Alex was happy to leave to chance. Forcing an innocent woman to go along with him wasn’t part of his rules.

“Trish?” Alex said standing a few feet away.

“Oh my gosh, Alex, is that you?”

Alex walked over and hugged Trish. If he made it awkward, he was setting that tone from the start. Confidence was key. Despite having the power to correct his mistakes, feeling the anxious rush of talking to a girl reminded Alex what it was like to be normal. To feel failure. Feelings he didn’t want to lose because, through failure, people grow. At least that’s how he rationalized it. Truth was, he was simply scared of what he could become without inhibitions.

“So how have you been?” Trish said.

“Really good. Things are going great and you?”

“Great actually. Just finishing up my second year of college. It’s been really fun.”

“Good for you.” Alex checked his watch. “Look, I gotta get going, do you want to go for dinner later? I’d love to catch up.”

“Uhh.” Trish said. Was it too much too soon? Is that not how dates worked these days? “Sure. Ya, I can do that.”

Trish handed Alex her phone and smiled. He could tell it was genuine and knew the only reason she was humoring him was his memory implant of feelings for him.

“I know it’s a little formal, but I was thinking of The Fifth Booth. Haven’t been there in a while.”

“Are you serious?” Trish said. “How did you even get a reservation there?”

“I have my sources.”

Trish blushed. It was a mix of power and natural charisma, but he was successfully moving on to the next phase of dating.

“It’s a date.”

Alex kept his head down to avoid spotting any other victims. He collected the last of his groceries and headed towards the cashier. Passing by the ice cream aisle, the girls stood around trying to figure out why Dawn was topless and why Caroline had just eaten ice cream. Alex used to study people after episodes just to see the full effects of his power. If he told them something, they would believe it. If he didn’t tell them anything, they just wouldn’t remember their actions unless specifically told to. The subjects usually got over the feeling of confusion in a few hours and pushed the thoughts aside. It was unexplainable and therefore, the mind did it’s best to explain it in a way it could. The way his power worked was reality changing. Which meant once he made a permanent change, it had a ripple effect throughout the person’s life. No one had paid attention to him fucking Dawn. It was a normal occurrence. Rice, cereal, bread, a man fucking one girl silly, coffee. Just an average day at the grocery store. The lack of consequences was the real culprit for his relapses and the reason he implemented his rules. He quite literally could do anything he wanted with zero repercussions except his own moral conscious. Had he been a sociopath, it would be a completely different story.

Alex picked a random checkout line. Another common place to find potential victims. In the past, plenty of attractive females in line were fucked on the spot even if they were with their boyfriends or husbands. He couldn’t help himself. Reality was warped so it was normal for the woman to fuck him. The men would even hold their purse while they had their pussy filled. But Alex wasn’t about that life anymore. He didn’t want to modify any more minds. Even the attractive model wearing the most revealing clothing, hanging off the man next to him. The kind of girl every guy would sneak a peak at when they got a chance. Including Alex.

“Hey buddy, you got a problem.” The girl’s ripped boyfriend said.

Alex’s mind trick was usually only focused on the girl, not the guy. Occasionally he had to deal with a jealous significant other. Their personality determined how Alex handled the situation. There was a difference between someone defending their girl’s honor and someone looking for a fight. He let the couple speak their mind without filter. Might as well get the whole picture.

“I’m just staring at your girlfriend; she’s got a nice set of tits.” Alex said.

The girl’s hands covered her chest out of embarrassment as if she didn’t know people were looking.

“Are you serious? Do you want me to knock you out?”

“Yah, creep.” The girl said.

Of all the words in the English dictionary, Alex hated creep the most. The current meaning of the word indicated someone who was weird or someone people didn’t want to have around because of questionable behavior. Maybe he hated the word because it accurately described him based on his past decisions. Maybe because it hit too close to home. Whatever the case, being called a creep struck a nerve that didn’t bode well for the person saying it.

“No, I don’t. But what I do want is a close-up look at them. Do you mind?”

“Oh, not at all man, they’re really something. Give them a squeeze if you like.”

Alex walked past the man and up to the girl. She happily pulled down her top and encouraged him to grope.

“These are really spectacular.” Alex said.

The girl happily nodded.

“You know what, I think you should go stand at the end of the aisle like that and let everyone have a free grope. I think people would enjoy that.”

The girl agreed and walked over to her new position. The first passerby was an older man and gave her large funbags a good squeeze. She’d be doing that for the rest of the day before she was free from his spell. The boyfriend carried on as normal. Rule number 4: Anyone who uses the C word was fair game. It wasn’t the most honest rule, but he knew his emotional state after hearing it. Better to make the consequences its own rule so he had to abide by some structure. Besides, along with rule number one, her punishment was harmless.

As if the world was tempting him one last time on his grocery trip, the beautiful, petite cashier caught his attention. Despite wearing the store uniform, her dolled up face, and perfect curvy body let everyone know exactly how hot she knew she was. Once she opened her mouth, her smooth sensual voice was like music to his ears. He could avoid the temptation of her look, but like a siren calling out, his attention was hooked.

One by one she checked his items though.

“Answer truthfully, have you ever cheated on a significant other?”

“Nope.”

Guess it’s best not to judge a book by its cover. The only options left were for her to use the C word or to collect her number and try the old fashion route. Alex broke his influence and let her react naturally. Once she let the C word slip, he’d be balls deep in her in no time.

“I really like your breasts. In fact, your whole body is sexy as fuck.” Alex said.

“Umm…Thanks.” Her pace quickened with the items. She was thinking it, but she wasn’t going to say it.

“Can I smell your hair?”

“That’s $45, sir.”

He should have gone with option B. He limited the damage of his comments to just between them to avoid further embarrassment. But ruining his chance with her put him in a sour mood. After the groceries were paid for, he spotted Dawn leaving with Trish and Caroline. There was a way to get some quick relief.

“Dawn.”

The trio of girls looked at him.

“Give me a blow job.”

The tall girl tied her hair back in a ponytail and knelt in front of him. Trish and Caroline waited silently off to the side. Alex inadvertently blocked the exit as Dawn sucked his cock. Everyone was free to watch the show. To them it was normal and to Alex, the same. Just another day in the life of god.

Alex lived in a nice penthouse suite for the majority of the time. If needed, he could stay in luxurious hotels or the many residences he owned around the world. Then there was the issue of money. His powers could change reality but that didn’t include creating something out of nothing. Shifting memories and beliefs replaced one thing with another. So, if he wanted cash, he needed to find it first. Which led to a moral dilemma. He could go around and ask people for money and they would eagerly give it to him, but that handicapped them. He didn’t want to do that to people who worked hard and earned their money. It wasn’t fair. Rule number 3: Only take money from people who are looking to give it away.

The solution took a while to find, but the answer came to him one day while browsing porn. Despite having the ability to recreate any porn scene he wanted, Alex still liked the comfort of his own home from time to time. Not that he didn’t ever recreate his favorite videos using girls he’d previously punished, but the occasional relaxing time at home not only prevented him from using his powers selfishly, but also gave him time to recharge. While browsing different fetishes, Alex stumbled upon Financial Dominatrix. Girls who convinced men to give up their hard-earned wealth by either transferring the FinDom money or meeting up in what was called a cash meet.

It piqued his interest more than anything and he followed several FinDom accounts in his area. Some were girls trying to make quick bucks and faded soon after. Some were legitimate and had built a large following. They referred to themselves as Queens or Goddesses. If only they knew true power. One day he caught that a cash meeting was happening with a Goddess Lexi right near his place and he made time to see what it was all about.

Alex arrived first to scope the area, keeping the ATM in view at all times. That was the centerpiece of the visit or so he gathered. If he hadn’t seen the FinDom in several pictures, her body language and the way she was dressed certainly would have given her away. She was a tall brunette and had a body to kill for. Perfect tits and a perfect ass. He could see how she controlled men so easily. A man approached her and knelt in front of her. The things men do to get off. Alex didn’t want to waste his time and decided to intervene early.

“Now kiss my feet.” The FinDom said to the man. He happily obliged. “Good little slave.”

“Excuse me.” Alex said.

“I’m doing something here, piss off.” Goddess Lexi said.

“Answer all my questions truthfully. How much is he going to pay you today?” Alex said.

Goddess Lexi turned her attention towards Alex.

“Umm, $5,000.”

“Jesus.” Alex said. “Why do you give her that much?”

“Because it gets me off to fund her lifestyle.” The man said.

“How much money you got in your bank account?” Alex asked the FinDom.

“$250,000.”

“And how much is that from men?”

“All of it.”

Alex smiled. A personal bank he could feel no guilt about robbing.

“Last question. Have you ever cheated on a significant other?”

“Of course.” Goddess Lexi said.

In all his years of asking that question, this was the first ‘of course’ he had heard. Like it was her privilege. Her followers really built her a sense of entitlement. That was about to change, for she was about to become a lot more accommodating to her followers. Alex exchanged information with her and let her know that every time he texted an amount, she was to transfer that much to him no questions asked within the hour. His own personal bank funded by a FinDom who took men’s money for free. Because she cheated, she violated the second rule, eliminating her from the third. She wasn’t giving money away, but she sure as shit didn’t deserve it.

Alex started her new lifestyle by allowing the man she took $5,000 from that day to take her to a hotel room, on her dime of course, and do whatever he wanted to her. From his follow-up he learned that the man spent the entire day fucking and depositing his load in every hole. Years of pent up worship and he was finally able to use her body the way he wanted.

To Alex’s surprise, the man never seemed eager to meet or give her money after. The novelty of being a Goddess wore off once he got a peek behind the curtain. Alex realized that if he let all men have their way, then there would be no money left. The choice was to punish her or use her as a bank. Lucky for her, he needed the steady income. From time to time, he’d show up and fuck her himself, but for the most part, she was left alone. Human nature was weird like that. Get what you want, and you move on to a new thing. Alex could relate. Every relationship he’d been in eventually wore itself out for one reason or another.

But Trish was different. There was something special about her. He couldn’t wait to get to know her better. With a quick text to Goddess Lexi, he had an additional $2,000 for the evening to really make an impression. What could possibly go wrong?

“Oh my God. I totally need this.” Nela said, staring at the diamond encrusted purse. “Doesn’t this look fabulous?”

Her friends Stacy and Tammy produced fake smiles. Nela was used to the fake gestures. It was her fault for surrounding herself with complacent and spineless idiots. But she couldn’t help herself. It was a struggle to try and meet new people the normal way. She wasn’t normal and no matter how hard she tried, that was never going to change. The only solution was to embrace the power. Own it. Make people aware of what she could do. So she did.

It started with her friends Stacy and Tammy. They didn’t believe her at first even after she reminded them of the many times hat something unusual had happened. Like when a rival girl spilt a drink all over herself or the time she cuckqueened the head cheerleader and had a go at her hot quarterback boyfriend. The facts were there, just largely ignored.

She finally got their attention when she forced them to make out with each other. Never one to make a light point, Nela then forced them to eat each other to orgasm in the 69 position to cement what she had been trying to tell them. If they didn’t believe her before, they certainly feared her now. From then on, they believed everything she said to the point she didn’t even have to use her power to give them commands. Fear was enough of a motivator to make them jump when she said so.

“Great, who’s the lucky girl that gets to buy it for me?” Nela said.

Tammy and Stacy looked at each other. The purse was well over what either of them could afford.

“I’d love to Nela.” Stacy said.

“No, please let me, Nela. I insist.” Tammy said.

Nela laughed at their pathetic attempts to sound convincing. The purchase would clean out either of their accounts.

“I’m just kidding girls. Let’s find someone to buy it for me, shall we.”

Stacy and Tammy giggled. She could hear the relief in their voices. There were plenty of other people in the store and, being a high-end store, they were all bound to have money. Of course, Nela could always tell the pretty blond cashier to put it on her own card. But she admired the working class for putting up with bullshit. If the person performing the service was genuinely nice, it was a soft spot for Nela. Even if she didn’t have her power, they would treat her the same regardless.

It was those who abused their power that drew her ire the most. As if being sent a gift, a mother and daughter approached the counter.

“What the hell kind of shit are you selling here?” the mother said.

The loudness of the woman’s voice caught Nela’s attention. In fact, it caught everyone’s attention. A cashier’s ‘favorite’ type of person: the angry customer.

“How can I help you ma’am?” the blond cashier said. Nela got close enough to read her name as Kylie.

“You sold my daughter this dress with a rip in it.”

The woman put the dress down on the counter. The dress was indeed ripped, but not one of those standard manufacture rips. This looked like a worn and used rip. The kind you get while you’re drunk partying. The daughter gave off the vibe of a slut up to no good. By the looks of her, she was likely in her first year of college. Yet she still had mommy fighting her battles.

“We can exchange the dress if you like.” Kylie said in a gentle tone.

“That’s all you have to say. How about you apologize for wasting my daughter’s time and money. She shouldn’t have to come back because of your mistake.”

The women were relentless, but Kylie never faltered. She turned to the daughter.

“I’m terribly sorry. Like I said, we will give you a brand-new dress for free.”

“You’re going to refund us for this and then give us a dress.”

“Umm.. Well… I’d have to call my manager to gain their approval.”

“Unbelievable.” The mother said.

“Excuse me.” Nela said.

All eyes stared at Nela. She reveled in the attention prior to having her way with her victims. Of course, they’d be aware the whole time. Where was the fun if there was no reaction?

“What the hell do you want?”

“I’d love for you to suck your thumb and stop talking.” Nela said.

The mother’s hand closed into a fist and her thumb plugged her mouth. She tried pulling it out, but it was stuck. Her daughter and the cashier moved back in fear. Nela turned to the cashier with a smile.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re doing a great job.”

Kylie smiled nervously. Understandable. It’s not everyday you meet someone like Nela. But she’ll certainly remember this day forever. For all the bad shit Nela had done and would continue to do, she was also a giver and she cherished the underdogs trying to get ahead in a system rigged against them. Nela turned to the daughter.

“What’s your name?”

“Brooke.”

“Okay Brooke, how was the dress ripped?”

“It got caught on a tree branch.”

“Does your mother know this?”

“Yes.”

As much as Nela hated rude people, she wasn’t going to go out of her way to deal with them. Liars that are rude, on the other hand, were the exact type of people Nela went out of her way to teach a lesson. A woman and her daughter came here tonight to make Kylie’s day a miserable one. That just wasn’t fair. Now that the facts were straight, it was time to make amends.

“First, I want the three of you to take your clothes off and place them in piles on the counter.”

The mother, Brooke and Kylie stripped out of their clothes. The effect of her powers, after years of experimenting, was the ability to warp reality. If she gave commands, then people around her automatically found it normal. Three women stripping in the high-end fashion store was normal. And if Nela decided to make personal changes within their lives, there would be a ripple effect. It was the kind of power that got to a person’s head.

Once the three women were naked, Nela lined them up to explain what was going to happen.

“All right let’s play a little role reversal. You.” Nela pointed to the mother. “Put on Kylie’s clothes.”

The mother, who Nela learned was named Helda, immediately complied. She was still a petite woman, and could comfortably fit in the smooth black dress, but the style looked out of place on her older body. The dress stopped just after her ass and the top was an off the shoulder style with the front going diagonally across her chest. Helda put on the few cheap rings, emerald stud earrings, smart watch and small emerald pendant that had previously belonged to Kylie. The final item was Kylie’s name tag, which Helda placed on the right of her shirt.

“Perfect. As you can probably guess, you’re Kylie now. A young college student struggling to make ends meet. Forced to work and deal with shitty people like yourself.”

Nela had a choice to either make the victim remember their old life or let them live oblivious in their new life. Although people would see her as Kylie the teenager, her body and mind remained the same, that of woman in her late 40s. It would defeat the purpose if Helda forgot the truth. She needed to remember her old life and how she fucked it all up with her attitude. The memories would be there, but never spoken about. Only her bitchy personality would remain the same to the outside world.

Helda went around the counter to help the next customer. Nela looked at Kylie and Brooke, who stood anxiously waiting.

“Did you just give her my life?” Kylie said incredulously.

“Yes. No more waiting on bitchy customers for you.”

“But what about my boyfriend and my family.”

“Listen, Kylie, I just took away a life of slaving away at this store. You’ll have money now. You can do whatever you want.”

“Put Brooke’s clothes on.” Nela said.

She didn’t appreciate the back talk from someone she was trying to help. Kylie had a better life now with all the wealth of that bitch Helda. Kylie reluctantly put on the short jean booty shorts and black tank top, if it could be called that. Brooke evidently liked to show off her body a lot. After the clothes came the jewellery: a few rings, diamond stud earrings to match her diamond belly button ring, and 5-inch heels. Unnecessary footwear for just walking through the mall. The new Brooke stood in front of Nela, still angry about the switch.

“What’s your name?”

“Kylie.”

Nela put her hands on her hips.

“This is your role now so either you play along with the new knowledge you’ve received, or I make you think this is how it always was.”

Kylie looked about 3 years older than Brooke, so it wasn’t a far transition of roles. Of course, she’d have to do a few years of university or college again, but with daddy’s money, why bother. She just didn’t see the bright side of all this.

“You realize that bitch now gets to go home and fuck my boyfriend.”

“That’s her boyfriend.”

“Fuck you…”

Nela snapped her fingers and a blank stare appeared on Kylie’s face. Then she smiled and looked around. Nela didn’t want to change the girl’s memories, but she didn’t like being called a bitch either. Kylie’s fate was sealed. She was no longer Kylie. She was Brooke now. Her body remained the same, but everyone, including her, knew her as Brooke.

Nela turned to the original Brooke. It was time for her to take on a new identity. Nela delightfully told the lying college student to put on her mother’s clothes. The modest, but sexy shirt that highlighted the shape of her chest but didn’t show it. The short skirt and pantyhose completed the professional conservative look. For jewellery, Brooke put on the gold hoop earrings, gold chain necklace with matching bracelet and the final piece, the huge diamond ring. The question was whether to let Brooke remember or, like Kylie, change her memories completely to the new life. Her mother’s life. She was the reason for the entire mix-up after all.

“You’re Hilda now. How do you feel about that?”

“I don’t want to be my mother. That means me and my dad…”

“You’re a true trophy wife now. He’s going to love you.”

“No.”

Nela snapped her fingers and the new Hilda went silent. It was decided that she would remember, but be helpless to tell anyone, the same fate as her mother. Anytime she’d come shopping, she’d see her mother and they’d both know the truth but would be unable to do anything about it. A fitting punishment for a rude and dishonest family.

“Well I think I’m done here. You guys can resume your little dispute.”

“Can we please have a discount on this?” The new Hilda said.

“I’ll have to call my manager.” The former Hilda said.

“You know what, mother. Let’s just exchange it. It’s fine.” The new Brooke said.

The new Hilda dropped her pursuit, and the now mother and daughter went to look at dresses. The new Hilda was playing her part well, acting and behaving like an adult despite being 18. She needed to grow up fast to fill the shoes her mother left behind. Nela walked up the counter with her diamond purse.

“Hello, could you put this on your card?”

Nela could see the anger built up from both the request and the mother’s predicament of a new life. But she was helpless to do anything. Nela made sure of that.

“Of course.” Kylie said.

She pulled out her credit card and rang up the purchase. Maybe next time she’d think twice about being rude.

Shopping did a number on Nela’s hunger. One of her favorite things in life was food. Expensive, well-prepared food. It didn’t matter the restaurant, she always found someone to pay. Tonight, she wanted to treat her friends to The Fifth Booth, one of her favorite restaurants for its exquisite dishes.

Nela brought her friends to the front of the long line. A line that included the new Hilda and Brooke, looking more in character than when they first switched. The maturity noted from the former Brooke’s posture was incredible. If she didn’t know any better, she’d thought she was a woman with a few kids. Soon her father’s cock would be deep inside her fucking her like the trophy wife she was.

At the front, Nela walked up to the hostess.

“Hello, my friends and I would like the fifth booth please.”

“Yes ma’am, we just have someone currently eating there.”

“Well then kick them out.”

“Of course, one moment.” The hostess disappeared into the restaurant.

“Hey, who do you think you are cutting in line.” A man said from near the front.

Nela’s mouth grew wide. Her favorite thing in the world was a challenge. That’s why she never used her powers for her initial commands. It automatically brought forth entitled people to fuck with. The man was attractive, and average build, but with the backwards hat, she knew exactly the type. The hot little blond hanging off his arm all but confirmed it. He was a douche. Nela walked up to them both.

“I do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Well aren’t you an entitled bitch.” The douche said.

“And with good reason.”

“Why don’t you and your two slut friends go back to the line and wait like the rest of us.”

“Why do you care?” Nela said. “It’s not like you’re going to eat here.”

“Excuse me.”

“Your girlfriend is going to blow every guy in this line and you’re going to watch. In fact, you’re going to hold her hair back.” Nela said.

The couple didn’t say anything. They couldn’t. Nela made sure of that. The blond turned to the gentleman behind her and knelt. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as her boyfriend held her hair back. Wrapping her lips around the thick manhood, it was one of many she’d suck that night. Instead of a nice dinner, she was limited to a protein diet.

Nela joined her friends at the front as the hostess returned.

“I’m sorry ma’am, that table isn’t available for a while. We can put you on the list.”

Stacy and Tammy looked at each other in shock. Nela always got her way and she was trying to wrap her head around why this was any different. Incompetence was the only answer.

“Then I’ll do it myself. You.” Nela pointed at the hostess. “Strip naked and stand off to the side in a sexy pose. If you can’t host properly, then at least let people look at you.”

The hostess complied immediately and adopted a pose with hands on her hips. She remained as a frozen statue, a pretty decoration for the restaurant.

Nela told the first girl in line to take over the hostess duties. She was dressed to the nines and looked to be on a date, but Nela didn’t care. Someone had to do the job. The girl took over with knowledge of the position granted from Nela. Her bright smile and pleasant tone made her a natural for the job. Not how she planned on spending the night, but that wasn’t Nela’s problem. Spotting a group of girls out on a girl’s night, Nela randomly selected one to be the man’s new date. The hostess, still with her memories, happily brought her man and his new girl to a table for an amazing dinner that she would never experience. Nela didn’t know if they deserved the punishment but being told no put her in a terrible mood that caused her to lash out. Sometimes there were innocent casualties.

The restaurant was busy and loud with chatter. The name came from the Booths that lined the back wall and gave the best view. The Fifth booth was the highest and cost the most. Nela always sat there. From below, she could see a man and a woman that looked to be on their first date judging from their body language. They were in a for a treat.

But first, Nela wasn’t out of her foul mood. Every table that had a couple was instructed to start fucking. The sacred act left for behind closed doors was unfolding on each table with men and women dressed to impress. The tight dresses were hiked up and the suit pants were down as the men fucked their women on the meal they were previously eating.

For families and groups of mixed genders, all of age given the drinking requirements of the restaurant, Nela ordered the women to perform oral on any man while they finished their meals. For the tables that contained just women, they were ordered to walk around clucking like chickens. For the tables that contained just men, they were ordered to perform bukkake on any nearby waitresses. It was a trail of moral destruction and chaos that lead straight to the Fifth Booth, where the last couple would truly experience her power for the worst.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Nela said to the couple.

“Excuse me?” the man said.

“I want this booth. In fact, I think both of you are going to serve as my entertainment.” Nela said. “Take your clothes off.”

The girl stood up and started to unzip her dress.

“Trish, stop.”

The girl stopped. Nela looked at the man dumbfounded.

“I said take your clothes off.”

The man stood up. His eyes piercing hers like daggers.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off.” the man said.

To Nela and her friends’ surprise, her hands reached up and slipped off each strap of her dress, letting the front fall and revealing her black lingerie.

“How are you doing this?” Nela asked.

The man looked at his date, who had proceeded with Nela’s repeated command and now stood naked. The commotion below also caught his attention. He looked back at Nela.

“Stop.”

Nela’s hands stopped at her bra.

“Who the hell are you?” the man said.