The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

There was happiness aboard the good ship Lah-Lee-POP! as it sputtered along a dozen kliptons above the hideous blue planet with all those disgusting white vapor piles scattered haphazardly all over it. Tak’Lon was only too happy to be working on a project and not having to look at the vplootnik planet on the monitors any more.

He... well, technically, the B’Naf’By have multiple genders—7 according to the most recent memo—and ‘he’ does not really apply, but it will do for our purposes—it is not wise to dwell too long on B’Naf’By biology. Anyway, he was having a great time. He and his partner (in the business sense. It would not be wise to even HINT that they were partners in any other sense), Psat’Dooo had managed to collect a human male specimen for the purposes of their next wager... er, scientific research project. The human was laying on a healing bed with most of his innards wide open to Tak’Lon’s appreciative eye. ‘It figures that these bloorsted creatures would put all the good looking stuff on the inside” he thought.

He had what looked exactly like a bricklayer’s trowel and hawk (a small platform bricklayers use to hold some mortar on. You’ve seen it used in cartoons.) The hawk was piled with some tannish clearish yellow gently pulsing slime and Tak’Lon was using the trowel to scoop big globs of it and plopping it merrily in the poor human’s body cavity. Occasionally Tak’Lon used one of his smaller manipulator appendages to shove some of the stuff in behind one organ or another. He was slapping it in so enthusiastically that a big glob landed on his ‘face’ and he lapped it up with a hideous smile and an even more hideous vaguely tongue-like appendage.

When the hawk was empty, he went to what looked for all the world like a typical 5-gallon bucket, although the label appeared to be moving and three-dimensional. A B’Naf’By to Human American English translator, if such a thing could possibly exist while holding both datasets in its mind without going mad, might translate the label to “Jocko’s Amazing Wonder Metatissue (Version X754-932: ‘Earth’)! Satisfaction (untranslatable)! Made from only the finest human (untranslatable, thank God!) Refilling the hawk, he gleefully went back to slopping the stuff into the opening.

When most of the bucket was transferred into the body, Tak’Lon applied the tissue sealer. The edges did not come together neatly due to the mass of added material, so Tak’Lon just used his left forefoot and stomped it down so he could seal everything.

When Psat’Dooo passed by, he looked at the results as it lay on the healing table. “EEEEEEEK!” He shouted as he recoiled in terror. “What the schnaps is THAT?”

Thick globs of sheer joy dripped from the venom glands on Tak’Lon’s lower forward mandibles. “This is the human masculine that we are going to use for the next bet... er... experiment!”

“But it looks so... so horrible!”

“They all look like that.”

“But... he is even worse than usual. Look at the ‘before’ reference photo—he is roughly bilaterally symmetrical. That big bulge on the side of his cephalic chambers was not there, nor did he have that protrusion in his chest or that lump on the side. And where did his left lower appendage go?” Tak’Lon looked at the photos in question. The human on the bed was indeed lumpy and lopsided. Tak’Lon figured it made it more tolerable, but it was wrong. With a sigh he took the sealer and opened him up again. After a few minutes fiddling, including time taken to find the missing limb in the recycler hopper, he had the human back to a reasonable approximation of the photo. “Happy?”

“May the Great Bird of the Galaxy eat, digest, and defecate me if I could be any happier.” Psat’Dooo replied ritualistically. “So, how much metatissue did you use?”

“About 16 gloops.”

“That sounds wrong. Isn’t that almost a full pail?” Tak’Lon nodded to the affirmative. “But, we were only going to use 4.5 minigloops per thunk of his weight. Doesn’t that come out to only about two or three gloops?” Tak’Lon had eschewed the use of a calculator as being below his dignity, but when they found an old one and dusted it off, they found that Psat’Dooo was right—2.4 gloops. Bloodsarned it!

They looked at the hapless human. “Oh well, what is done is done.” Tak’Lon said as he pulled a big handle. There was a mighty flushing sound and the bed was empty. The two slithered off discussing ways to make the next shift more interesting.

Matt.. or was it Pat? Damn! How much had he drank last night that he could not quite think of his name? Matt... that sounded right. Matt struggled out of his bed, ignoring the heavy feeling of his limbs—he’d felt THAT before when he drank some shit his roommate brought home one night—and hit the john. Puking, pissing, and taking a dump simultaneously made him feel a bit better so he weaved his way back to bed. He did not notice that the materials he excreted—even the urine—looked like some sort of evil clear soft-serve ice cream with gently glowing bits, or that it was slowly etching the porcelain of the toilet and sink. Fortunately, it dissolved into a thin liquid and drained away before it did any real damage.

Matt woke up feeling great. He leapt out of bed, pleased that he beat the alarm by half an hour. He hit the shower and felt the simple pleasure of soap and warm water sluicing off accumulated grime. He was so damned cheerful he we was actually singing! Brush his teeth, take his morning meds, shave... it took him a bit, but he noticed that he seems to have put on weight. A bit confused, he stepped on the scales. Surprisingly, the rather small guy that rarely broke 120 was at 160lbs. More oddly, he looked ‘chunky’— a far cry from his usual skinny-assed geek looks. Just when he was starting to get really concerned about it, a tiny shock ran through his brain and he just shrugged it all off.

He got dressed, noting that everything seemed a bit snugger than usual and went off to work. When he got there, he ran into a shit storm and was in the office within seconds. An hour later, he drug what was left of his sorry ass to his workstation. Somehow, he had not shown up or called for a week! What the hell happened? He was so confused, and so scared for his job that he just robotically went through his day. What happened to the last week? He spent a good chunk of the day thinking that question over. He remembered that he took a long walk after Courtney shot him down when he asked her out for coffee... then... nothing until he woke up this morning.

As he worried at it, he started to get flashes. A bright light, some horrific alien looking thing, seeing his body cut wide open, throwing up... but none of it made sense. He rarely drank to excess, except for a period when his old college roommate would try to get him to try things. He still remembered the horror of the night he tried his roommate’s version of the PanGalatic GargleBlaster—what a disaster that was!

Courtney. The cute co-worker on the floor above him. Why did he even ask? She was out of his league. By his calculations, approximately 99.999993% of human women were either out of his league or someone he would not be interested in, which leaves about 49 women in the entire world that may be a good match for him—and they apparently all lived in an enclosed conclave in New Zealand. But Courtney was nice to him, and they occasionally ate lunch together... well, he ate at the table that she and several other of their co-workers ate at... so for some reason his natural defenses were down and he asked.

The fact that she said ‘no’ is not what bothered him, and she was certainly polite about it. What really bothered him was the quick look of disgust that crossed her face when he asked. Another in a long, long, line of strikeouts. He shoulda asked Suzie. Suzie was even smaller than he was, and one of the few people he knew that were even shyer than he was. She was at the table most days as well. In fact, it was the mousy little thing was who had invited him to eat there in the first place. Damn—she even gave him her dessert on several occasions claiming she was full. When Courtney shot that look of disgust, he saw a look of hopeless despair on Suzie’s face. He mighta had a shot with her and blew it!

Besides the memories of Courtney, he remembered he was walking through the park on his way home when... some sort of light? A sense of floating? Some sort of vague memory of laying on a table like an anatomic chart? His only clear memory was waking up this morning.

Things throughout the day confirmed that it was indeed a week later. A couple semi-polite reminders in his email bespoke of bills that did not get paid yet, and a pile of mail and newspapers outside his door was sort of the last nail in that coffin. Oddly, every time he felt rage or panic or anything over it, a quick tingle seemed to ‘erase’ the heat of the emotion. The fact that his clothes fit badly, and seemed to have gotten a bit worse over the long day was just the frosting on his day’s shit cake.

On the next day of the rest of his life, Matt hopped out of bed, again full of rather revolting enthusiasm. He’d never been a morning person before and was vaguely disgusted by them—and now he was one. Even with his unexpected cheerfulness, things felt ‘wrong’ to him, so he hit the mirror. He gasped in surprise when he saw his brother in the reflection! Well, not quite. His older ‘bro’ was a good-looking guy—he was the guy in high school that was a jock, but was a good guy to boot and pretty much loved by all.

Matt looked like him, sort of. His skin was now clear and healthy looking, and his odd eyebrows finally had some shape. Normally, his eyes looked tired, and somehow unfocused. Now they were clear and sharp—and a brighter color, or what that just a trick of the light? The top of his head was a lot closer to the top of the mirror and everything in the small bathroom felt even smaller than usual.

Everything was ‘off’— the cabinet door opened in an unfamiliar motion. His toothbrush felt small in his hand and mouth and he accidentally squeezed way more toothpaste than he meant to. Everything he touched seemed smaller and lighter. His clothes fit even worse than yesterday and a couple inches showed between the pants cuffs and his ankles. Based on measurements, he was now about 5′9″ and now only 150lbs. He was three inches taller and 30lbs heavier than normal—although apparently, had converted 10 pounds of that weird weight to height. Taller, heavier, and better looking? Hardly anything to complain about, but very, very scary (tingle) worrisome (tingle) unusual but nothing to get excited over, right?

Work went as work often does. None of his co-workers really seemed to notice much different about him—but he did not interact with them much usually anyway—especially on the days he brought lunch—and today’s lunch was a humdinger! Usually it was just a simple sandwich, chips, and piece of fruit. Today’s was in a cloth shopping bag and was three sandwiches, piled high with stuff. It would have been more but he ran out of bread. A whole bag of chips, half a bunch of bananas and all the apples he had left, a block of cheese, and some other odds and ends. This was on top of his breakfast—finishing off the eggs and cereal, several slices of toast... he just could not quite seem to take the edge off his hunger today. After lunch, he even hit the vending machines a few times, and grabbed several meals from different fast food places on the way home.

After supper, he felt antsy. He cleaned his apartment, then felt an urge to just move. He went for a walk, which became a jog, then a trot, then out and out running for several blocks. It felt great! Alive, heart beating, muscles working, lungs sucking air! He felt wonderful! He only stopped because the already snug shorts he was wearing tore almost in half!

He popped into a nearby thrift store and got a quick outfit several sizes larger than he was used to wearing and went to get something to eat. A couple hours later, he left having eaten literally a table-load of food and flirting shamelessly with the kind of cute waitress, who seemed to be flirting right back at him. Amazing! He whistled as he jogged back home, grabbing a jug of milk and some other groceries en route.

The next morning he knew things were different again. He felt his weight in the bed, felt the power in his muscles as they moved just a little, and felt his length taking up so much more of the bed than before. When he looked at himself, he saw a god-like physique carved out of solid bronze. That triggered a memory and he called up a cover from the books he enjoyed as a kid—Doc Savage. He looked a little like the original covers, with a face like half Doc’s, half his own and half Ron Ely from the lamentable movie in the mid-70’s—saving the best of all three. He was now 6′9″ and weighed 225! As an experiment, he tried to pick up his refrigerator, and hefted it to the ceiling without effort. That was what—200lbs or so, and it felt like a toy!

He stripped off the tight boxers that had been so loose the day before and looked with joyful awe at his new 8″—when-limp cock! Yes! He was so happy that ‘it’ grew too! A couple quick strokes and it reared itself up to a majestic 10″ long and too big for even his enlarged hand to barely wrap around, with big balls hanging beneath. It felt wonderful and sensitive. He stepped in the shower and jacked himself off until he blew a big wad against the shower wall with a loud ‘twack!’ ‘Like a boss!’ he thought smugly.

“What the hell am I going to wear?” He said out loud, startled by his new bass voice. He spoke some more just to hear himself speak and was amazed at how it rumbled in his chest. There seemed to be an odd harmonic to it as well, a bit of vibration that just made it feel really good to talk. His closet held a pretty basic selection of clothes. He was used to shopping just barely outside of the boys department and nothing in there would fit his newly sculpted bod. He struggled into the ‘much larger than usual’ clothes he bought yesterday. Looking in the mirror, he looked like a joke—the clothes were skin-tight and he could see the muscles of his ass through the stretched clothes. It was all he had, so it would have to do.

He tried to wrap himself in a coat as well, but it just did not fit over his massive shoulders and he tore his favorite jacket as he tried. Oh well, said a small tingle in his brain. He went back to the thrift store just down the block figuring he would score enough to get him by for a bit. He tried hard to ignore the stares he got from staff and customers. The men were bad enough—they would pretend to not look but he could see their shoulders slump a bit and notice that they tried to stay out of his aisle. Women though just plain stared. Some could not seem to close their mouths, and he saw lots of popped nipples.

His cock started to stir, which, considering how tight his shorts were anyway and that he was going commando, would have been a really embarrassing thing. He quickly grabbed a few things and ducked in a changing room. it did not take him long to realize that he had mis-guessed his new sizes rather badly. He was preparing to go out for more when someone knocked on the door. “Sir? You may want to try these. I think they are more your size.” He opened the door and an arm shoved several things into the small room.

He tried them on, and lo and behold—they fit! Now that he was wearing some jeans and a polo that fit him, he dared leave the small room to see a smiling sales person in her ugly uniform polo outside the room. She was a cute brunette that looked barely old enough to have graduated high school and was petite enough that he felt he could break her by just laying his arm on her shoulders. “Thank you. The fit nicely—how did you know what size?”

She introduced herself as Cheryl and told him that she had a brother almost his size that she helped find clothes for. She naturally asked why he was dressed so badly, and guessed that he lost his luggage, and that someone else usually bought his clothes? He thought it was a rather thin story but had no better explanations, so went with it. She subtly asked if he was still with whoever used to get his clothes, and he gave a vague ‘not really’ kind of answer which made her nipples even more obvious and he smelled an interesting muskiness in the air. He also would have sworn he felt her skin grow warmer somehow. Odd. Really really (tingle) perfectly normal to be able to instantly gauge someone’s temperatures and even how their hormones are moving, right?

She was aroused, and he KNEW it! That triggered his own arousal, and soon he was very visible in the slightly used and kind of thin jeans without underwear. The smell of his sweat changed too, and her arousal shot up as she began to pant very lightly and her breasts seemed to swell just a bit as a slight blush swept over her face and chest. She was shifting ever so slightly as she stood and looked so damned cute that he just HAD to kiss her!

Oh, God! THAT did it! She jumped up on him and wrapped her arms and legs around him as it felt like she was trying to suck his soul out! Her mound was covered in several layers of materials, but his cock still felt its warm softness as she dry-humped him and began to whine.

He took her into a changing room and somehow their clothes vanished without conscious thought as she knelt down before his massive fuckstick in awe. She reverently tried to suck it the best her small mouth could, which felt pretty incredible to Matt. Before he came, she shifted her posture and presented her pretty tight ass to him. Now, Matt had NEVER been in a situation like this, and have NEVER done it ‘doggy style’, but some deep instinct took over and he was soon plowing her like he was born to the job, like John Henry driving a different kind of steel. Huge, mighty thrusts that moved her soul each time. He began to sing—“John HENry TOLD his CAPtain that a MAN ain’t NOTHing BUT a MAN and BEFORE I LET that STEAm drill BEAT me I”M gonna DIE with a HAMmer IN my HAND lord LORD...” Thrusting like a god-dammed steam-driven power hammer fuck machine with each beat. She felt herself changing inside, needing him more and more with each powerful blow. She was pounded into the wall with each mighty thrust leaving a head-sized dent in the drywall. All she could do was grunt and hold onto her sanity as she came and came and came, squirting for the first time in her life and flooding both of them.

When he came, he could barely stifle a an urge to roar. They both felt the thick wads blasting down his cock and pounding into her wet cunt. She moaned with sheer pleasure and passed out just as the last bits were being blown inside her. He gently lowered her to the ground and got dressed. He closed the curtains and went out to find some shoes and a few more items of clothing—ignoring the longing looks of the other women—some of whom seemed to have been touching themselves and waiting outside the changing area. When he came back to the changing room, Cheryl was sitting up with a huge smile plastered on her face, but still mostly out of it. He got changed and his shoes on (no socks or undies, though). Since he had to get to work (late shift today, thankfully), he left her a business card with his cell phone number on it and slipped out.

Matt may not have been made smarter by all this, but he did feel his brain was working better. He was walking to work quickly, planning what to do when he got there. Then he hit the first big snag. The security guard would not let him in. In hindsight, this was a real ‘DUH’ moment as he looked nothing like himself or his pass. He asked to see his boss and got an appointment. That meeting did not go well with his boss insisting that this was a bad prank and told Matt to tell Matt when he saw him that he was fired. As Matt left, he was both amused by the existential paradox and concerned about getting fired.

Meanwhile, far above the ‘ugly blue planet’, an alarm was signaling on one of the many control panels in the ship. Psat’Dooo noticed it first and woke Tak’Lon. Together they contemplated the ramifications to their job and the wager that the slimy little human survived the unintentional overdose! Not only survived, but to trigger the tracker implanted in him, he had to have vaginal intercourse with a female of his species. They both grabbed a thick copy of the rule books even as they set an AI unit to thinking about it. There was suddenly a game afoot—what would be the new parameters? The two discussed the matter for a while in a calm, rational manner that only resulted in 87% destruction of the command bridge.

Matt was setting himself to figure out how to rebuild his identity. His Social Security card, library card, credit cards and checks, and stuff like that was fine, but how to get a new driver’s license? He decided to give up his crappy job, but to get a new job would require a photo ID as well, so that was his highest priority. He set himself to the task and was pleased at the progress he was making—finding the right sites faster, typing better even with his larger hands, doing more efficient searches… the time was flying by and he had a workable solution after only a few hours. It was going to take several visits to different agencies, but that itself was not a big deal.

He spent the next several days arranging for proper ID, nicer clothes, putting his resume on-line, and even going on a date with petite Cheryl that ended up in bed hot and furious instead of the movie they had planned on. Things were going pretty well for Matt on all fronts.

In space, EVERYONE can hear you scream when you have the lungs (or whatever they call them) of a B’Naf’By, live in a small ship, and have a really good reason to scream. Tak’Lon was contemplating cutting his external auditory orifices off so he would not have to hear Psat’Dooo whine any longer about how boring Matt was turning out to be, even with all that expensive metatissue dumped in him to turn him into one of the most perfect examples of a North American Stud (Caucasian Division) ever. Tak’Lon’s view that ‘boring once, boring forever’ seemed to be winning. Psat’Dooo had seven working moves from this position. Three would result in either a tie or a called game. Two would result in a clear victory for Tak’Lon. One would give Psat’Dooo a lot of points, but the last option got him points and hurts Tak’Lon! He skittered away to make arrangements.

A week later (Earth time), Matt had his nice suit on, a portfolio of documents and forms, and was working the circuit to make himself nice and legal—all the while avoiding more infatuated females… unless using his ‘charm’ helped him get what he needed. Psat’Dooo was in a remote chamber of the ship talking to a shady shape. “And you are sure you know what you need to do in order to keep this new body?” The shape nodded.

Matt felt a disturbance around him. A presence he’d not felt in some time. He shook it off and entered his apartment to put everything away after successfully not only getting a new license, but having a kick-ass photo on it to boot. And the phone numbers of half a dozen attractive women, including the DMV photographer! When he turned around, he noticed her.

She was standing in the opening between the living room and the open kitchen—she must have stepped out from the little back door nook. She was, in a word, glorious! Her eyes captivated him—wide, expressive, sparkling sky blue as deep as the ocean and yet somehow familiar. Her high cheekbones and slender nose completed a perfectly angelic face, framed in a thick fall of shimmering pale gold hair and dressed in a flowing white Roman-like robe.

She was tall and slender, but with curves galore. Her skin was almost glowing and flawless as far as he could see. Well-shaped shoulders, long tapering torso and matching sculpted legs. all overshadowed by high and generous breasts. She smelled like a field of flowers in the spring sun after a refreshing rain and her hair seemed to be moving in a gentle breeze.

Matt just stood there for a long moment, just relishing the experience. It was like stepping into the sun after being somewhere small and cold... with a really throbbing hard-on. “Who... <ahem> Who are you?” He stammered.

She smiled and it was like heaven came to earth and made him harder. “Call me Susan” She said in an angelic voice, reaching out a gorgeous hand to him. He took it and felt a shock run through him. He wanted to serve her, to submit to her and carry out her slightest whim to make her happy. He wanted to touch her, kiss her all over, suck on her toes, lick the gunk out of her presumably perfect naval if her perfect body ever allowed such a thing...

He started to drop to his knees. “How may I serve you Mistre...(tingle) Mist... (tingle) Mis (TINGLE GOD-DAMN IT!) He shook his head a bit to clear it. He stood up. “Susan? That is a beautiful name. Something about you looks awfully familiar but I am sure I would remember if we met before.”

Susan giggled musically. If only he knew! She flexed new muscles and pumped more potent pheromones into the small apartment. Matt felt his hard-on grow into dimensions of rigidity beyond human comprehension. He had to have this woman! He cleared his throat, priming his voice and flexed some of his own muscles.

They heard but ignored rhythmic thumping noises that were starting to appear in the nearby apartments as other people succumbed to the potent pheromones they were each pumping out. The computer aboard the Lah-Lee-POP! was silently tabulating coup as unlikely couples paired up, including the 87 year-old maintenance man and the hot blonde lesbian college cheerleader whose apartment he was fixing the sink in. A cockroach in apartment 3B trying desperately to hump the German shepherd was probably the oddest match-up, but the dog did not seem to notice as she she was busy trying to hump the previously despised vacuum cleaner.

He began to talk to her soothingly, softly. She could barely make out the individual words as his voice made her head spin. Susan’s scent intensified as her perfect pussy flowed like a juicy peach in response to his scents and his incredible voice!

“Oh, Matt!” She gasped as she flowed into his powerful arms. Her rose petal lips met his and it was is if their souls were connecting, and even that feeling intensified when their tongues touched! Something about her touch was tripping breakers in Matt’s mind and he felt something animalistic rising. On the other hand, something in his saliva and sweat was overwhelming her willpower and reducing her to a gorgeous quivering mass.

With his new strength, it only took seconds for the two to end up gloriously nude on his bed, his nose buried deep in her honeypot, making her scream and thrash, shaking her big titties enough to make the bed skid sideways. Before she came, he repostioned himself to kiss her and shove his thick shaft cleanly into her dripping quim. He gasped as she gripped him with superhuman muscular control and heat. He flexed his groin muscles to expand his cock to even greater thicknesses and she gasped and lost concentration for a moment. He took advantage of her lapse and pounded into her until the bed broke.

She was laughing and flipped them over onto the floor, riding him all the way. She shoved his shoulders down and pounded him with her hips even as she added a twisting motion and dangled her fat nipples in his face.

His eyes began to glaze over for a moment, feeling himself relax into her domination over him when his head began to buzz in alarm. His eyes popped open and a feral grin crossed his face. He took a nip in his mouth and began to chew it like gum, twisting and pulling it even as his fingers came up to do the other one.

Her eyes crossed for a moment, losing herself in the sensations—especially when another set of fingers started to play with her perfectly formed pearl of a clitoris! She began to sigh and her eyes began to roll back in her head as pleasure unimaginable began to rise in her body. She shook herself clear just in time and shoved his shoulders back against the floor with a thud.

Both felt a burning need to dominate the other, both felt a drive to ‘win’, and both had been massively enhanced. Her eyes bore into his like lasers as she pounded on his hips. His hands held her shoulders in an unbreakable grip as he pounded up into her, driving every magnificent millimeter he could muster as deep in her perfect pussy as he could. Universes were born and died in the time the two struggled to force the other to a massive orgasm. The floor was beginning to deform beneath the power of their pounding, steel beams in the building shaking at resonant frequencies. Their eyes were locked in the other’s as they tried to will the other to submit, to give in and experience the pleasure, to...

With almost no warning, his balls and her womb tightened and they came together in a nuclear explosion of lust and fluids! They continued to pound for several seconds after, slowing like a great machine winding down until both lay limp.

Tak’Lon was crowing with victory even as Psat’Dooo was emitting the Great Stench of Triumph. “Why are YOU cheering?” They both screeched, pulling weapons. The ensuing discussion required several instant replays and medical attention before they grudgingly decided that it would have to be scored as a tie. Of course, that really pissed both of them off, so the various robo-servants on the ship went into hiding.

In the destruction of his apartment, the two were laying with their limbs intertwined as they tried to feed the other grapes and tidbits. “Please, let me serve you.” They both said as the other demurred. It would even have disgusted a human observer and just really displeased the observing aliens who were just about ready to nuke the city just to put a stop to the display.

Both of the humans felt something in their minds screaming at them to shape up, but the hormone flood that overcame them upon climax deadened their sense of urgency to reply to it. They kissed, and fondled, and rubbed each other’s feet, and sponge-bathed the other one, and worked hard to not break skin contact even as they tried to clean up some.

“I love you, Matt. I think I have always loved you.”

“I think I love you too, Susan, even though I’ve only known you for a couple hours now.”

Susan blushed, which made her look even more amazing to Matt’s eyes. “Actually, we’ve known each other for a few years. You knew me as ‘Suzie’, from work?” Matt’s eyes got huge as he realized that there was some of Suzie in Susan’s magnificent face. “Matt? Matt, are you OK?” She asked fearfully.

“Suzie! I am so glad its you! I had been feeling so bad about not asking you out when I had a chance! But... what happened to you?”

“To me? How about you? You were cute before, but now... wow!” Matt told her what little he remembered of the story.

“Really ugly room with lighting that was kind of painful? Big hideous things that looked like... like...” She shuddered as she tried to put the images into words, but her brain refused to let her think about it that clearly. “I was there! I think it was a spaceship of some sort! At least, I sort of hope it was something from space and nothing that lives on Earth.”

She told a story about being transported from her bedroom to the ship by some sort of light beam, then being on a table while one of the things was doing terrible things to her—shoving some sort of goo into her body through big holes it made, then somehow closing the holes up. He made her stand in something that looked like a shower designed by someone with an unhealthy saw fetish. When she was done, she looked like this.

“The thing... I think his name was something like ‘psat do’... told me that he had given me super powers that I was to use to help him in his research. They gave me a super-persuasive voice, made it so I could make a sort of sweat that would drive men crazy with desire, made my breasts lactate something that would make a man my slave, and my vaginal juices addictive.”

Suzie stumbled a bit. “Matt... the thing you need to know is the new body felt so wonderful, so strong that it was like a drug. I fell instantly in love with it. Then he told me that I would lose it unless I helped with his research. Matt... he told me I had to seduce and enslave a specific man within three days or the stuff that made me like this would degrade and be flushed from my body. Then they showed me a picture of you before and after, and at first I was going to refuse, but he stuck something in my ear, and suddenly all I wanted to do was to seduce and enslave you! I eagerly agreed and they sent me here.”

Matt was stunned. “So, am I your slave now?”

“I... I’m not sure. I don’t remember you drinking my milk, but you got a lot of my sweat and juices and you said some things that make me think that maybe you are. Stomp your foot three times.” They both watched his leg as he stomped once... twice.. then... nothing. “I felt the urge to obey, and could not resist for a moment, but then something clicked and I was able to stop. Do... do you think they did something like that to me? Clap your hands three times.” They both watched again—once, twice, and... stop.

“Matt, I would be so happy to be your slave, to serve and obey, and please you in any way I can! I... I just don’t want to go back to being little Suzie.” She hugged him so tight even with his new strength, he thought she might break him.

Matt was quickly getting aroused by her soft, warm flesh pressed against him and felt his cock rising anew. For her part, Susan was responding to the sensations of his sweat-slicked muscles and scent, and the feelings of the iron rod forming against her stomach. Before he could move, she slipped down and took him in her mouth, making him grunt with surprize, then groan with desire as she attacked his shaft with her perfectly plumped lips and strong but slender fingers. She fondled his heavy balls, rubbed her nose into his sack and smelled his scent deeply, making her dizzy with lust.

She began to moan and humm, pulling her head up and down with a spiraling motion as her hands twisted and slid on his slickened shaft. They both felt the pulsations build in his balls and she stepped up her efforts. With a roar, Matt came in her mouth so aggressively some of it blew out the corners of her lips. He fell back heavily as she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

“If I’m right, this should enslave me the way my milk was supposed to enslave you.” She felt a fizzing in her brain—cold hard tingles warning her to stop battling soap bubble butterflies of pleasure telling her to submit. The tingles were stronger, but there were so many butterflies! She felt herself sinking to her knees in front of him.

When she opened her eyes, He looked so much more Masterful—almost Godlike in His majestic glory! “My Lord!” She called, shivering as an orgasm electrified her spine. She placed her arms and forehead on the floor.

“Get up Suzie. What’s going on?” She shivered with the jolt of please His voice gave her, and with the sheer joy in being able to gaze upon Him, much less sit with Him.

“This one is your slave, Master. Your adoring slave in all ways to use as You wish.” When he asked for clarification, she elaborated. “This one was correct that her Master’s sperm would do to her what her milk would have done to Master. The evil aliens apparently programmed this one’s mind to resist her Master, but they underestimated how wonderful and strong Master is.”

Matt’s mind was working overtime trying to figure out what to do. If she failed her mission, she would lose her beautiful body. While that really did not matter as much to Matt, he knew how much she wanted to keep it. He came up with a Plan.

There was a trail of debris following the formerly Good Ship Lah-Lee-POP! as it limped along in a wobbly orbit. One largish chunk of rubbish was actually an emergency capsule housing two very angry B’Naf’by. They had been discussing which had cheated and which had won until the structural integrity of the ship finally collapsed around them.

Tempers continued to flare until Psat’Doo handed his partner-in-exile a sealed message packet. “What is this?” Growled Tak’Lon, taking the pro-offered item gingerly.

“Just read it.” Glared his somewhat battered companion.

Tak’Lon read the missive, eyes widening as he did. Translated roughly, it read: ‘I, Psat’Doo’ hereby wager that I can set up a contest in which both Tak’Lon and I will be forced to a draw, at which time the ship will be destroyed and we will end up drifting in orbit.’

Tak’Lon broke out in loud guffaws. “Psat, dear lad. It is such a pleasure working with you. You are indeed a scholar and a gentlebeing!”

Psat’Doo tipped his Ceremonial Crest. “The pleasure is all mine, good sir. I do enjoy these little diversions. Care for some tea?”

A few months later, Matt and Suzie were living in a really nice home just outside town, laying in front of a roaring fire, naked and sweaty from a delicious session of exuberant sex. They were discussing their progress in the plan to take over the company they used to work for and how some of their other investments and projects were going.

Matt looked up at the clock and smiled. “It’s nearly midnight, and its your turn to be in charge this week. Anything I should know about?”

Suzie smiled one of her devastating smiles. “Nothing too special. I’m going to make you finish redoing the basement, enter that marathon you’ve been waffling about, and... oh, yeah—we’re going to have a threesome with Courtney. Do you remember her from work?” Matt smiled at his beautiful wife.

It was an odd relationship. Thanks to some very creative and strongly worded commands and a lot of exchanges of fluids, she was his absolute Mistress one week, he the High Lord and Master the other, with weekends off. He had gambled that it would be enough, especially if they started with her in charge, to satisfy the demented aliens that did this to them. So far, it seemed to be working.

“So, tell me more about your plans for the basement, and are you planning to keep Courtney?”