The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A Very Big Mistake

Tags: MC, MF, FF, MD, GR

Synopsis: A woman is transformed in order to pay for her husbands gambling debts.

Notes:

  1. This is based on a story called “My Big Mistake” by Jim, an older, unfinished tale. I like it and decided to tackle a re-boot and completion. I was spurred by a request on MC Forums for stories in which the wife is transformed in front of the husband, which seemed like an interesting twist.
  2. Adult, erotic fiction. Do not read if illegal or immoral for you. It is fiction in all ways. It may be reposted, in its entirety, at any free site.

A Very Big Mistake

By Paladin

Day 0, Friday Night: A scary meeting.

“Mrs. Jones, my name is Jake Diamond. I regret to tell you that your husband, John, owes me a rather substantial gambling debt- $150,000 to be exact. He informs me that he cannot pay and I am just here to discuss some alternatives.”

My wife was sitting absolutely still on the couch, terrified by this plain-looking, soft-spoken man bookended by two of the biggest, meanest looking men I have ever seen in suits. I was sitting beside my wife, absolutely sick over what had happened.

The card game had started off so friendly and I was doing well. Then, late that night, I had a hot streak and was quickly up by $30,000! The next hand looked unbeatable- full house, Queens and Tens! I made a huge bet and laid it down only to discover that a stranger I had barely noticed put down four Kings and an Ace. My heart almost stopped when I thought of the huge bets I had been making and could not cover. Then I discovered who the man was.

“Now, I could shoot out his kneecaps, take your house and cars, and call it good on my part, but that is such a hassle. Instead, I have a proposition for you.”

My wife went white and was shivering. I did not blame her. I was barely holding it together myself.

When the quiet man introduced himself to me, I almost fainted. Everyone who gambles around here has heard of Jake Diamond. He asked for his money and I squeaked out that I did not have it. A couple piles of raw muscle sitting in a dark corner stirred and the rest of the men in the room vanished. “You continued to bet and could not cover your wagers?” He had said in a very calm, quiet, scary voice.

We ‘talked’ for a bit, and soon ended up in my living room, rousting my wife of twenty-five years, and leading to this meeting.

I had heard what he wanted, but could not speak.

“Pr.. prop... proposition?” She said. “What sort of proposition?”

“Simple. A laboratory I now own claims to have a series of new processes that will revolutionize the beauty industry. Each element has been tested, but now they are ready to try the entire process on a volunteer. My proposal is that you will be that volunteer.”

My wife was confused. “You want me to test some sort of beauty products? To cover my husbands gambling debts? I... I don’t understand?”

“Mrs. Jones, I will not lie to you. There is a risk involved, and it is not like make-up or anything. The process will actually transform you in many ways. You will repay your husband’s debts by trialling several processes that will result in you literally being a new person.”

My wife was stunned and slumped in her seat. Mr. Diamond continued.

“The exact agreement will be that you will spend the next several weekends in the hands of my technicians. Sometimes they will visit you here, sometimes you will visit their clinic. Sometimes it will only be an hour visit, sometimes it will be overnight. Between visits, you will obey their instructions exactly. You and your house will be under surveillance to ensure compliance. There will also be photographs and videotapes made to document the process that you will agree to.

“That is the gist of it. We can knock out the fine details later. Mrs. Jones, do you accept this deal on behalf of your husband’s debt?”

My wife and I conferred for a moment. I tried to talk her out of it, but she realized, as did I, that the other options were horrific. She took a deep breath and said “Yes, I accept.”

Mr. Diamond shook her hand and said he would return in 6 hours, at 9am Saturday, to pick her up for the initial visit. It would take about five hours and she should dress comfortably and lightly.

We did not get any more sleep that night.

Day 1, Saturday: It starts.

I was allowed to join Mr. Diamond and my wife this time- and this time only according to Mr. Diamond. In the darkened car, he told us the details of the agreement and made us sign a form that was both a contract and a release. At a non-descript clinic in a business plaza I would never be able to find again, I filled out forms while she was taken for a physical and ‘before’ photographs.

She was given a rather large injection, a bag, and a sheet of instructions, and we were en-route back home. Mr. Diamond sat in front so we could talk in relative privacy. We read the instructions together. Nothing too special- daily showers with a soap and shampoo they provided, and a simple diet with some supplements they provided as well. There was a ‘no sex’ comment that bothered me, but we were stuck nonetheless.

Mr. Diamond shook her hand (ignoring me almost totally, as he had since he first met her, shaming me further) and thanked her for her participation. He reminded her that he would be watching and expected her to comply with the directions, as well as being available next weekend as well. It would just be a check-up, so they would come to the house at 1pm on Saturday.

Day 4, Wednesday: Skin and hair.

Other than making her skin very smooth and her hair a bit lighter, we really had not noticed anything happening until Wednesday AM.

“John! Come here!” Helen called from our bathroom. I found her staring in the mirror naked.

When I looked, I was stunned. Her skin was perfect- age spots, moles, calluses- gone. Wrinkles were vanished. An old scar on her shoulder was just not there anymore. Not only that, but her hair looked wonderful- soft, no gray, and bouncy, a sort of warm blonde color. She looked years younger than 45- maybe mid-30s?

She told me that she had peeled like a sunburn and all of the old stuff just came right off. She also pointed out that almost all of her body hair had washed off, and I noticed that indeed her armpits, legs, and even her crotch were bare. I was aroused and terrified at the same time.

“I feel so wonderful! If this is what the process is going to be like, then I’m all for it” She said as she spun and hugged me tight. She rubbed my hard-on. “Hmmm, I wonder what exactly they mean by ‘no sex’. I wonder if some oral would count? Ummm... better not risk it. But I am feeling so frisky!”

Her eyes were closed and she had a blissful smile as she fingered herself to an orgasm without letting go of my cock. I soiled my pants and got nervous- what if Jake counted this as sex?

Helen’s skin was so sensitive that wearing clothes made her feel sexy, and she seemed filled with an unusual amount of energy. God she looked so good to me!

Day 8, Saturday: Growing younger, stronger, sexier.

At 1pm on the dot, the doorbell rang and a gentleman in a suit with a tote bag entered the house. Barely speaking to me, he took Helen to the bedroom and examined her very intimately, according to her later. Satisfied with what he found, he reinjected her and reviewed the instructions, adding some new ones.

It seemed like my wife was getting younger every day. She was loosing weight and he skin was tightening up. She looks like she has lost a good fifty pounds and now looks like she is in her twenties with perfect skin. It almost hurts to be near her since she is taking the ‘no sex’ rule very seriously. Apparently, the doctor told her that neither of us is to orgasm until further notice. This was tough on her as well since a causal brush of her skin excited her tremendously.

She was now spending hours a day on her computer, on websites and watching videos she had been instructed to watch by herself. Whenever I caught a glimpse of them, they appeared to be porn- rather hard porn. She would sit there with her headphones on, eyes locked on the screen, mouth slack and moaning gently, rubbing herself, but not too much.

I had taken to hiding to watch her, until I got a text message: ‘Stop it. JD’. I almost vomited and stopped.

She started to exercise. She told me that the last injection was going to make her muscles and organs younger and healthier, and she had to work out to strengthen them. It did not take long for her to be using weights I could barely move. I worked out in our newly-installed gym with her, but could not dream of keeping up with her. Dear lord she looked fine in her tights working out.

Another change that was driving me crazy was that smelled so sexy! Dear God! Laying beside her, I could smell her warm, musky scent. If she just worked out, her sweaty smell made me rock hard. If she had just showered, the smell of the fragrant soaps she now used just added to my torture. I had several nocturnal emissions in this period, but thankfully there did not seem to be any repercussions for it.

I was wrong. A new text message read : ‘Since you cannot control yourself at night, you cannot sleep next to her for now. JD’ That was even worse. Now I could smell her and hear her moan, but not touch her. God, I was so desperate that I actually swiped some of her undies from the wash and just sat there smelling them. My cell phone buzzed and there was another message. ‘If you cannot control yourself, go ahead and jack off, but she cannot touch, see, or smell your sperm- or else. JD’. I was embarrassed, but still jacked off to her undies, making sure to flush all traces of my spend.

She was so happy about all this! She was always smiling, dancing around the room in skimpy clothes (so they did not rub too much) and having a gay time. We’d gone shopping for clothes to fit, and she only bought light, colorful, sexy things. I tried to not notice that she also slipped into an adult store and hid a small bag in another store’s bag.

Work was sheer torture for me. SHE got to work from home. Not a problem since she mostly did phone and computer work. In fact, she joyfully told me that her productivity and energy were way up, and her sales were up as well. Well, duh! Her voice had changed subtly until it was a sexy mix of light and musical and just a touch husky. It went perfectly with her steadily ‘blondeing’ hair. Her hair was getting lighter and lighter as if it was matching her mood.

Day 15, Saturday: Mouth and vagina.

Helen was taken back to the clinic and was told to prepare for an overnight stay. I spent an anxious night wondering what she was being changed into now. I almost already felt like I was loosing her- a hot-blooded twenty-year old married to a loser like me, almost fifty and dumpy? She looked younger than our daughter. Damn. I was already jacking off again to another used pair of panties. God I was weak.

When she returned Sunday morning, she was wearing what looked like a gag and a thick diaper, and was quite out of it. Attendants brought her to her bed and left me with the newest directions. Letting her sleep and offering her the liquid meals they provided were the two biggest points.

By early afternoon, she was stirring. She could not talk, but eagerly took a straw between the bandages and sucked up one of the malt-like drinks. She lay in bed, watching one of her new videos, touching herself, and largely ignoring me. I was hurt and hurting. I am ashamed that I retreated to my den and drank a bit too much.

On Monday, I had a realization. I was doing almost all of the cooking, cleaning, and laundry. I was doing it because she asked me with her new smiles and smells and soft skin. I justified it to myself, naturally. After all, this was all my fault, but damn it- there was something about the way she asked me. As far as I could tell, she spent most of her day in the new gym or on her laptop in her bedroom- and there was no mistake that it was now HER bedroom.

I did not really see much of her until Tuesday morning. She had taken her shower and was in the kitchen wearing loose shorts and jogging bra. She was showing a ton of skin- long legs, trim waist, smooth shoulders. Her face bandaging was off and I was astounded- her lips were plump and sexy. She smiled at me and I was rigid. She licked her lips with a pink tongue, then stuck it all the way out- my God, it was like five inches long! She curled it up and could touch her eyes with it!

“What doths you tshink, big guy?” She asked. She had a sexy lisp- her lips barely closed together. My brain was frozen as she came close, filling my nose with her scent, and she licked my cheek with her long, long tongue. Oh, god- I came in my shorts and she laughed. “You ain’t seen nothing yet” She smirked, swishing her hips as she sashayed away.

Day 20: Thursday after work. Her new va-jay-jay.

Just as I was getting home, I got a text message. ‘She is in the bedroom, waiting for you. You can touch her and make her orgasm, but you still cannot let her feel, see, or smell your sperm. JD’. Was this going to be better or worse?

Helen was laying in bed, gloriously nude, knees bent and wide apart, fingers deep in her fragrant snatch, moaning softly. I came around to her side and kissed her soft, plump lips. She wrapped a damp hand around my head and pulled me into an incredible French kiss, her long tongue driving down my throat. She looked amused as I quickly excused myself to the bathroom. A quick flush later and I rejoined her.

“Look, sthweety! Isn’t it amathing?” Helen lisped, pointing to her crotch. There was something sticking out of it? Her... my god, her clit was poking out like a smooth pink cock! It was about three inches long and throbbing gently. “They shay it that thoon I will be able to contwol iths thize and eviething” She still lisped quite a bit, but it was so damn sexy that I did not mind. But this development... scared me. She had a cock. Damn it, she had a cock!

“Would you pleasth thuck it for me?” She asked, batting her eyes at me. Something in the room changed and she smelled so... powerful.

“I... I... I would love to.” I knelt at her glistening crotch and fastened my lips around the growth and gently licked and suckled it, moving my lips up and down its short length. I was astounded to feel it grow in my mouth- longer and thicker. I wanted to stop, but it tasted so good, and she had asked so nicely, and I... I was weak and sucked. I sucked it harder as she began to squirm and moan, then start to thrash, jerking her oversized clit in my mouth like she was fucking my face.

“Yes, yes, YES!” She yelled as her already juicy cunt squirted fluids and I swear something came out of her clit. Something thick and tasty. Did she cum in my mouth? I bolted from the room and blasted a giant load of throbbing sperm into the toilet. I flushed and cleaned myself up as best I could and straggled back into the room to catch her smiling and gently stroking an 8″ thing poking straight out of her. “Isnth it beautishul?” She was lisping and drooling as she jacked herself off.

The next morning was more normal. Helen met me in the kitchen in her underwear and a light robe with a happy kiss- her lips were not quite as swollen and her lisp was vanishing. I glimpsed down at her tight briefs and was pleased that there was no lump in them. She looked like any other gorgeous twenty-something with perfect skin and lips. She shared with me, though, that her little cunny, as she was calling it now, was deliciously tight and felt so sensitive when she was fucking her dildoes.

These mental changes seemed to be speeding up as she watched more and more of that stuff on her computer. Her language was more full of sexual comments and terms, and she was much,much freer talking about her body. It was so strange to think that this sexy young woman was actually my rather prudish 45-year old wife. She was like a gorgeous stranger living with me- a feeling heightened by our lack of sex- hell, I was afraid too even touch her, lest I cum on her!

Day 22: Saturday. Cosmetic work.

God, I dreaded the weekends now! The lies to our children and families, the terror of what will happen to Helen- who quite seemed to look forward to the visits. This was to be another overnighter.

She was returned late Sunday and placed in bed with a tight stocking-like material over her entire body and a mask on her face. Dear lord, what did they do this time?

Monday, she left the mask on and got up stiffly. She moved like everything hurt, but she did not complain. Wordlessly, she took a shower and had another of the malts she had taken a week ago. She went back to bed and I had to go off to work.

Day 26: Wednesday. A new look.

When I got home on Wednesday, I found her peeling off her bandaging in a darkened bedroom. “Close the door!” She snapped when I opened it. Quickly closing it again, she explained that her eyes were very sensitive right now. There was a candle in the adjoining bathroom- all the light she could tolerate she explained. She asked me to help remove the stockings and rub a lotion into her skin. I was intrigued by the hints of what I was feeling, but she made sure I did not spend too long on any one part. She excused me and I left to jerk off and leave her alone for a while.

And there was night and there was day- another period of my newly miserable life. Work sucked, everything sucked. I got home and... things did not suck quite so much.

Sitting on the sofa was a young woman with the face of a model. Smooth golden tan skin, high sleek eyebrows, huge blue eyes, small straight nose, plump red lips... angelic, youthful, sexy, and... and... Helen! Dear god in heaven- Helen?!? She smiled when she saw that I recognized her.

“What do you think? Not bad, huh?” She stood with the grace of a gazelle and I noticed that she was wearing nothing but a small lace bra and thong, and her body had changed.

She looked a bit taller, but her legs were sculpted and gave the illusion of being unendingly long. Her ankles and feet were perfect, and her thighs looked like heaven. Her tummy was tight and so thin, but her hips were pleasantly filled out. Her butt was now round and bouncy looking, making a nice smack as she slapped it for me.

Her arms and fingers were better as well- harder to define, but definitely improved. God, she looked like a young Internet model- you know the type- the sleekly sexy young things that show up with improbable names, like Angel Nadia, and are probably Photoshopped to within an inch of their lives. But she was really here. Right in front of me. Smelling like... I excused myself again.

When I returned, she pouted at me. “Johnny, I’m horny. Can you make me cum?” Oh god oh god oh god... could I make her cum? It would be my life’s ambition to try! I pulled her into my arms and luxuriated in her warm softness and fragrance. My head was swimming as I fumbled off my clothes and sat her on the couch. I was kissing her toes, sucking each one and then kissing and stroking her ankle. I worked up her silky leg, smelling her more and more with every inch.

Soon, I could feel her warmth radiating on my face, and I suddenly felt something odd on my forehead- her clit was massive and poking right at me! I had managed to forget this detail. Damn.

I licked her tight, slick, perfect cunt, fascinated by the colors, losing myself in it, feeling it fill my mind. I barely noticed when I went from licking her cunt to licking, then sucking her giant clit. The thing filled my mouth now, forcing my jaws apart. She grabbed my head and just plain fucked my face. I was choking but struggled to lick and suck and pleasure her. She took my hands and placed them on her pert little tits and got me massaging them.

Then she got evil. “You remember what Jake said, right?” She said. I nodded as I sucked and she reached inside my pants. My body language must have communicated my fear to her. “I’ll stop when you make me climax. If you are fast, you’ll be safe. If you aren’t you’ll probably hear from Jake.”

Oh god, my cock and balls were on fire. I began to gobble at her clit and worked her nipples with one hand. I used my other hand to work on her pussy, jacking it as fast as I could, desperately trying to ignore her soft warm hand cradling my cock and her incredible scent in my nose and the taste of her filling me... I was just about to rip her hand out of my slacks when she began to shiver. I increased my assault and felt her hips begin to jerk and her hips rise up, jamming her thick clit deeper into my mouth.

She came with a scream, something squirting from her clit, something warm and tasty that I sucked at trying to get more of. She had taken her hand out of my pants as she came, but I still came in thick bursts and had to leave before she could smell it.

When I returned to her bed, she was laying there, looking so gorgeous, so angelic sprawled with her cornsilk hair spread across the blanket. God I wanted to fuck her so much, and I was so in love with her. She looked like jailbait, like she could not be more than about eighteen or so, and the smell in the room was heady. I approached the bed and she murmured that she was tired and just wanted to sleep. Without another thought I went to my own bed on the den couch. My dreams were filled with wild, abandoned sex with young women, tinged with a sense of absolute danger.

On Friday, Helen told me that we were having the kids over on Saturday. I tried to talk sense to her- she had her appointments on Saturday and what would we tell the kids anyway? She insisted, and my will to debate collapsed.

Day 29, Saturday: Loose ends.

Mr. Diamond showed up with his bodyguards and the doctor at 1pm sharp. They spent quite some time with Helen, and it sounded like... no, I can’t even let my mind go that direction. They were quite noisy nonetheless. The kids started to show up about 4pm, and one by one, the doctor sprayed my two daughters and son in the face with something and led them to the bedroom. Lacking any real instructions, I started the lasagne for supper.

Supper was weird. All three kids treated the young-looking woman as if she was still my wife and their mom, but their relationship was very different. The four of them seemed very touchy-feely towards one another and their language was much ‘looser’ than before.

“So, Jim, how’s that girlfriend of yours?” Helen asked as she served him some salad.

“She’s OK. I wish we had more sex, but at least she likes giving me blowjobs.”

I jerked upright in my chair. What the hell?

“Blowjobs are OK” Jackie, the oldest daughter, said. “But I prefer good hard sex.”

“You are so lucky your boyfriend is so hung. Joe’s cock isn’t much. I mean, it is nice to suck on, but it really does not fill me much” Tiffany, the youngest, spoke up.

It went downhill from there. Jim had to go home early ‘to bang his chick’, but by the time I was starting dishes, the three girls were necking heatedly. “Helen, I love your skin! It feels so smooth.” Jackie was stroking her shoulders as Helen and Tiffany were kissing. By the time I was done with dishes, the three were in the bedroom with the door closed. When I knocked, I was told by three voices to come back later... “Much later.” Tiffany moaned.

I retreated to my den, knowing very well it was a cowardly retreat, and sat and jacked off, over and over. I could hear them easily- giggling, moaning, whispering... I swear I heard my name a couple times accompanied by giggles and all I could do was to whack some more.

I made breakfast for the exhausted trio in the morning. Helen glowed, as if she fed on the sex. Jackie and Tiff looked happy but wiped. Helen packed away the calories as she had since this whole thing started. The conversations were blatantly sexual- something really happened to them when the doctor was here yesterday.

“You lick pussy so well, Jackie. Have you done that before?” Helen said. Jackie said she had never thought about such a thing, but there was just something about Helen. Tiffany nodded. The two girls tittered about Helen’s magical clit. It was worse than listening to a group of horny teen guys. The three snickered over the sausages and touched each other all of the time. I noticed that at one point Tiffany was not quite joining in, but rocking gently- then I saw that both Helen and Jackie had their hands in her lap.

When Tiffany bared her small breasts to Helen’s plump lips, I had to leave the room. Helen looked younger than Tiffany- was it even incest anymore? It was certainly girl-on-girl sex, but did she even think about her as a daughter? None of them had used terms like mother or daughter since they came over.

The girls eventually left and Helen went out back to sunbathe in our private back yard. Nude. She asked me to rub lotion on her and I had to jack off again before I went outside. It was sheer torture, touching her incredible body, sliding my hands on her smooth skin, feeling her heat rise against me. I felt her powerful muscles move and glide as I rubbed her arms and legs. I felt her perfect bubble butt firmly under my hands. My cock was rising as I slid along her sides and ribs and she turned over.

Oh god, she turned over. Her face, her tits, her pussy... I was actually trembling as I rubbed the lotion oh... so... carefully into each inch of her perfection. My hands got closer and closer to her cunt and I watched as her clit grew and grew. My own penis was getting hard again. I switched to her arms to buy time and let myself soften. It did not work as I got closer to her breasts, nipples proud and hard. “Troubles there, Johnny?” She smirked. “I think it is so sexy that you can’t control yourself around me That just touching me like this makes you hard. You do like touching me, don’t you? Maybe when we are done you can scrub me in the shower. Would you like that?”

“Look at you. I bet I could make you cum by just asking you nicely, couldn’t I? All I’d have to do is ask. Johnny, come for me, please.” She smelled so good... her voice and scent were in my brain. I was shivering, then- sweet release, Oh god it felt so good! I just jerked and jerked and... and... oh my god... it was soaking through my shorts and I was starting to smell the bleachy scent. Mr. Diamond’s threat tore through my mind and I stumbled in my feeble efforts to get out of there, chased by her laughter.

Day 32, Wednesday: Who is this woman?

Helen was walking around the house nude, absolutely comfortable in her own skin, although it intimidated the hell out of me. The kids came over all of the time and spent a lot of time in the bedrooms, living room, and back yard together. Helen had me move the weight bench and most of the weights to the yard where she delighted in working out in the sun, where she would orchestrate wild orgies with other women.

Yeah, other people. She has been adding other people to her sexual web one by one when I was at work. It crushed me when I discovered it, but several neighbors, some of her co-workers- fuck, even some of MY coworkers were fucking her regularly, but now they were doing it in front of me, the ultimate cuckold.

At all times of the night, some of the hottest women around would come traipsing through my den to use my bathroom because hers was full. One time, a couple of them teased me mercilessly, acting like they were going to fuck me, but just getting me all worked up then laughing at my cock.

Jake made the horror even more surreal by leaving me text notes- homey little comments like needing more milk or trash day. Every time I thought about doing something to regain some control, I would find a little note.

Fuck. My wife was a hot, young, sexy creature that lived in my house and she was apparently a hard-core lesbian.

Day 36: Saturday: Breasts.

When Saturday rolled around, I was almost glad to see her leave. At least I could take a long shower and pretend to be normal for several hours. Unfortunately, this was not an overnight visit but it still got me some relief.

That evening she came home with wide bandage around her chest, wearing a micro-mini and high heels, looking like an advertisement for raw sex. She tossed me the newest instructions and went to her room. When she joined me for supper, her bandage had been replaced with a light tank top. I just stared for a long moment- her nipples were huge! They had been perky and eraser-like, now they looked like fingertips poking out.

I found myself touching them. She gasped, so I started to rub them, and she came. She smelled so good when she came that I settled down behind her and just played with her nipples, making cum continuously. It felt so good to make her feel so good. I actually had some power, and was milking it for all it was worth. Oh, god- it felt so good. Her big nipples... I pulled her top off and started to suckle on one teat, then the other, feeling them getting bigger and bigger in my mouth.

Her moaning was music in my ears and it just got better and better. She was laying on the table, legs wide open, big clit pushing against the thin skirt, rubbing herself as I mauled her nipples and smallish breasts. Everything was going my way until her elbow hit my crotch and reminded me.

My cock was hard, and getting harder, and she remembered it. She cruelly leaned over and put her mouth on my pants, lips solidly along my shaft. Damn! I had to leave. The little power I had was broken and by the time I was done, she was in her bedroom.

Monday afternoon- she was showing off her new B-cup boobies by strolling around nude again. A neighbor expressed her appreciation for them as she slipped out of the house.

By Wednesday, they were C’s and she was wearing slinky things that made her even sexier than nudity did. Her nipples were getting ridiculous and she enjoyed tweaking them to show them off to me. She had her nipple-driven orgasms under control now, and relished teasing me. Her chest perfectly balanced out her bottom as she learned how to wiggle them both in sync.

Thursday morning started with Helen and a neighbor entwined on the living room floor. They started slow, kissing and wrapped around each other, panting softly.. Clothes were shed and they were giggling as they touched and kissed each other. I stood riveted as Helen dominated the other woman, holding her head between her legs as the other woman licked and finger-fucked her.

When I stepped behind the other woman, Helen gave me a sly wink, so I started to rub her bottom. She moaned and drove her face deeper between Helen’s legs. I began to lick at her sopping pussy and she moaned, making Helen moan in turn. I was massaging the neighbor’s breasts as I sucked her dripping pussy.

Helen’s clit rose up and the other woman shifted her position to drive the clit deep into her cunt. Helen had taken what little pleasure I was getting from this and stolen it way without breaking a sweat. I slunk away again to whack off again before dragging myself off to work again. I felt like all of my coworkers knew about Helen and were laughing at me.

By Friday, day 42, she was sporting breasts so big they showed from the back, but that were so well-made that they hardly sagged at all. Her new custom-made, pre-delivered bras and tops said ‘E’ and she abso-fucking-lutely loved massaging them. Especially in front of him. Even more especially when she was being worshiped vaginally by one of her long list of lovers.

Day 43, Saturday: Is there anything left to do?

1pm, Saturday afternoon. Jake and the doctor come to the house, take Helen to the bedroom and come right back out.

“Helen is sound asleep, John. The good doctor here tells me that most of the procedures have gone well. We turned a rather plain slightly older woman into a young sexual dynamo in just under a month and a half. The costs of the transformation were remarkably low, which means it should provide a very high profit and now it is time for the last experiment.”

“Please, Mr. Diamond, what else is there to do? This woman is not my Helen. Living with this woman is sheer torture for me. I’ve lost my kids, the neighborhood has become some sort of bizarre lesbian circle, and even my job has lost all interest to me. Please, no more.”

Jake Diamond just smiled at John and nodded at the doctor, who entered the bedroom and came out several minutes later. “She is resting comfortably right now with some headphones on. Take them off between 7 and 7:30pm and let her rest until morning. There is a box of things in the other room she will need when she wakes up. There is a note about a website we will expect you to log into.” The doctor left, followed by a grinning Jake Diamond.

When I shut off the tape player and remove the headphones, I do not see any changes, but time would tell.

The next morning, Helen was sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal. Oddly, she was dressed in normal clothes- jeans, sandals, a tank top and even a bra. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and if it weren’t for her deep cleavage, she would look like a classic ‘girl next door’ listening to an iPod as she ate. “Helen, are you OK?”

She looked up at him and smiled. “Yes, I am. Thanks for asking Mr. Jones.” Mr. Jones? What the hell?

“So, what do you have going on today?” I asked, trying to fish for information.

“Nothing special. Some grocery shopping, some cleaning. If it is OK with you, I’ll work on the upstairs today, Mr, Jones. Will chicken be OK for supper? I’ll get it going before I take my half-day off.”

Confused, I went to the website I was told about and ran into a video from the doctor. “Mr. Jones. In this phase, we are going to experiment with various personality overlays. Today’s is a live-in maid. Don’t get any ideas- she is not some sort of sexy maid, just hired help. Use the survey on the screen to get some basic information from her and enjoy your day. Before you go to bed, log in again and record your experiences. We will repeat this process for several days. Good luck and thank you.”

Returning to the kitchen with his laptop, he sat down and asked if she would help him with an on-line survey from her agency. She agreed so he got started.

“Name?” “Helen Smith” Hmmm, her maiden name. “Age and birthdate?” “Nineteen. April 23rd, 1991.” Her birthday, but a different year. “Job title?” “Live-in domestic aid” “How long have you had this job?” “Just over three months now, sir.” “What sorts of things did you do yesterday?” “Uh, yesterday I cleaned the bathrooms, did some yardwork, vacuumed, made your lunch and supper... dishes and laundry.”

This went on for a bit longer, but she seemed to firmly believe that she was a college student during the week and my live-in maid on the evenings and weekends, with Mondays, Tuesdays, and half-Sundays off. She believed me to be a single dad with three grown children. She was looking forward to going to a movie and doing some studying at the library tonight. From what I could tell, she thought of herself as pretty, but not too much so- which totally blew me away since a glance in a mirror would tell her otherwise.

The day went incredibly normally. I got caught up on work stuff and even took a nap. I worked out in the gym and took a long, luxurious shower. It was amazing how much stress I had been under, and it just fell off me in waves. Lunch and the chicken dinner were great and the report at the end of the day only took a few minutes. That night, finally, I slept like a baby.

Monday morning, Helen was nowhere to be found, but she was on her day off if she still thought she was my maid. The website told me to prepare to meet her about 6pm. Work went pretty well. I had a big back-log of things I had been letting slide and tackled them with renewed enthusiasm.

At 6pm, there was a knocking at the door. When I opened the door and saw a beautiful young woman in a well-fitted black dress and heels, cornsilk hair worn up. “Mr. Jones? I’m your companion for the night, Helen Smith. Pleased to meet you.” I welcomed her in to have a seat and asked if it would be OK if I asked her some questions from her agency’s QA website.

Her name and birthdate were the same, and she was still a college student by day. Now she thought she worked for the top escort service in the city and I had hired her for the night. No sex (’but I am certainly free to kiss and touch you appropriately, especially to express appreciation as for gifts.’) Apparently, we were heading to the opening of a big-name play opening tonight and even had tickets to a gathering afterwords. The tickets were mysteriously in the den, pinned on the bulletin board.

It was one of the best nights of my life. The play was OK, but most of my attention was on her soft hand resting on mine most of the night. She kissed me when I got her the corsage, and again when we stopped by the jewelery store for a nice pearl necklace to set off her black dress. Dinner, the play and the party after the play were nice but they were gravy to spending time with this charming and witty woman and her twinkling eyes.

She joined me for a nightcap in the house, and afterwords, she excused herself to use the restroom. I was somehow unsurprised when she locked herself into the bedroom for the night. Log in, report, toilet, bed, blissful sleep.

Every day, it was someone different. The day she was a dominatrix was kind of scary, but it was only for a day so not bad. She was my own daughter for a day, a friend of my youngest who was crashing for a day, and a lesbian porn star wannabe for a really, really interesting day (with some neighbors as co-stars and lots of encouragement to tape them. Friday saw her as a sex addict that was both desperate for and violently allergic to my sperm. That was a really strange day.

Day 50, Saturday: Rock bottom.

Saturday dawned with Helen back to herself- or herself from last Saturday morning. I saw with fresh eyes how much she was disgusted by me, and it hurt and angered me. I had pretty much decided to kick her out when this was all over... but then she was wandering around naked again, smelling so good, working out, filling me with her smell, her huge breasts and incredible beauty filling my eyes. She was having sex with someone within an hour of waking up and doing her best to rub it in and make me all horny and screwed up again. She was the boss, I was the household help and that is how I wanted it... wasn’t it?

After serving her and her lover lunch, I was in my room and thinking about ways to end it all. Divorce, running away, suicide, whatever way I could get out. At 1:00, there was a knock at the door again.

Jake Diamond entered the house alone. He looked at Helen and she quietly sat down. I sat across the room from both of them.

“Mr. Jones, I consider the debt pretty much paid off except for a few odds and ends. I am uncomfortable leaving her like this. I’ve been thinking about just taking her from you to use in one of my clubs. You have certainly seen that it would be almost ridiculously easy to program her to fulfill that or any role I see fit. She could dance for me, or turn tricks for me. Hell, I could make bundles of money just selling her videos on-line.

“But, I have another plan.”

Day 60, Tuesday: The ordeal comes to an end.

“Honey, would you help me with a survey?” I called out from the den.

Helen swept into the room. “Sure. What’s it about?”

“Just an internet thing I found that looked interesting. Ready?”

“Name?” “Helen Lucille Smith Jones” So far, so good. “Age and birthday?” “You know this- I just turned 20. April 23rd, 1991” “How long have we been married?” Her eyes lit up. “Two months tomorrow, we are still going out, aren’t we?” “Absolutely. Kids?” “Just your three great kids from the earlier marriage.” “Your occupation?” “Homemaker, part-time model.” Jake had left the videocam and Helen had quite the hot website running. “Education?” “High school, some college.” “Are you planning on finishing college?” “Maybe, someday. Right now I am having too much fun.”

The questions went on for a bit longer, but I was satisfied. Jake had ‘borrowed’ Helen one last time for a week, and had just returned her last Saturday. Ahh, that was a day to remember.

There had been a furtive knock on the door. When I answered it, the person on the other side was wearing a hooded robe and kept their eyes downcast. A sweetly feminine voice asked, oh, so tentatively “May I come in, please?” I recognized her of course- her height, shape, scent, and voice were burned into my mind. I let her into the living room, where she stood, trembling.

“Helen, are you OK?” She sobbed and tossed off the cloak, exploding against me. Her arms were wrapped around my shoulders, her head burrowed in my shoulders, weeping hot tears onto my shirt.

“John, oh, John. I’ve been so mean to you, and I love you so very much. Please forgive me?” She wept for a while as I held and murmured forgiveness to her. I had noticed that beneath the cloak she was only wearing a short snug tank top over a short skirt and heeled sandals. There was very little fabric between my hands and her skin. Her body heat was soaking into me, and her delightful fragrance was somehow different, not as... powerful. Softer, more feminine somehow. I felt her big nipples drilling into my chest which almost seemed to trigger my cock rising into her hip.

Her hold on me was shifting as well. From a rather scared clinging, it was morphing into a full body hug. She was smelling me and sighing contentedly as she began to rub gently against me. “Is there some way I can (sigh) make it up to you?” She purred as she pulled my head down for a deep kiss with her tongue seeming to reach to my toes. I had forgotten about that very talented tongue.

I began to undo buttons on my shirt and she ‘helped’ by ripping it off me then undoing my belt and slacks as if she was born to it. In seconds I was naked holding a big armful of raw passion. She was on her knees holding my cock and smiling just before she proceeded to give me what may have been the best blow-job any man has ever received. Her technique was incredible- slow and gentle, then building up to a flurry of movement as her pale golden hair danced around her head.

When I came, she drank some of it and let the rest spray on her angelic face adding a layer of opalescent sheen to her perfect skin tones. She moaned with her eyes closed as she used her incredible tongue to lick off as much as she could. She quickly rolled into a doggy position and raised her buble butt nice and high to wave her beautiful little cunny in my face as she begged me to fuck her hard. Who was I do deny her.

I pulled back and rammed my cock in her as hard and as deep as I could, as if I was punishing her for what she had put me through before Jake did the last process on her.

At out last meeting, Jake Diamond had said “I am an honorable man. You may think I am a monster, but I do try to do the right thing. You have stood by her and obeyed some almost impossible rules, including the silly no sex thing I added just to see what you would do living with a highly-sexed woman. You stuck, and I respect that. I could not have stopped you had you decided to ravish her, and I am sure she would have welcomed you with open legs, but you stuck to the program.

“When I put your kids under mild hypnotics and ran them past you, you stuck. I know it struck in your craw, but you stuck. By the way, your kids are fine now and the post-hypnotic suggestion to stay away from you will be fading very soon.

“I ran Helen through several different personalities, any of whom would have fucked you if you had asked, and you stuck by the rules. I am impressed. I think you may be dumb as a rock, but you are also loyal and did what I asked thinking it was somehow helping her.

“I’ve decided to reward you, Mr. Jones. My staff psychs have crafted a personality based on her original personality, but tailored to her new apparent age. I am going to borrow her for one last time- for a week this time, unfortunately, and we will reprogram her down to her DNA to be a loving,intelligent, witty, and sensual wife for you. We will program her with an entire catalog of techniques and new skills, and we will make sure your families and co-workers are comfortable with everything.

“Thank you for this opportunity, and after tonight, I would prefer to never see you again.” he got up, shook my hand, and left.

He was true to his word. Helen was incredible! Her pussy was tight and hot, and it rippled as I shoved myself into it as if it was trying to suck me completely into her. I rubbed her back and massaged her incredible tits as she moaned and fucked back at me, mouthing a stream of talk that just made me hotter. “Oh, baby, fuck me. Fuck me so good John. I love feeling your big prick deep in me like this. Fuck me harder baby, fuck, fuck, fuck! Cum in me, baby. Come on, fill me with your tasty sperm. Uh Uh UHH FUCK GOD FUCK!” As she came, she squirted hot fluids all over me, and the smell of it made me harder and hotter.

I shoved her down and turned her half way, one leg high in the air as I fucked her in this position. She twisted and offered me a big tit, so I bit down on the thick nipple, feeling it swell in my teeth, and feeling her clit grow as well. Fuck that damn clit- I grabbed it with a free hand and jacked it as I kept jamming myself into her. I was an octopus, holding and fucking her in seemingly a dozen places at once. She babbled and moaned and screamed as she came again and again, hot fluids leaking from her pussey, clit, and nipples. Her milk was doing something to me, I could feel it.

I shifted my position and pulled my cock out so she could suck me clean as I sucked on both nipples and her big clit, sucking in as much of the rich fluid as I could. She was moaning something... “...uck me, suck me big guy. Oh, yeah. The... they told me... uh... me tha... that if you dr... drink from m... me it uh... it will ch... change you. Mmm mmake y you betTER YES YES!” She came shuddering all over as more of her delicious fluids flowed and I drank them greedily.

As we rested there, I asked her what she was talking about and she looked at me blankly, eyes rather glazed over. Oh well. Jake has his little surprises still.

That was last Saturday. By Tuesday, it was obvious that my cock was growing bigger even as I was getting healthier- stronger, lighter, more energetic. It was wonderful. I could bench press all of the weight we owned and run around the block without getting the least winded. My cock was a pussy-filling 9 incher that was about as thick as it could be and still fit her tight pussy.

By Tuesday I had also figured out that Helen was a mink. She adored sex but was absolutely faithful to me. She loves to take care of me and the house, and my kids adore her, even though she is younger than they are. She has website that was just voted the best of the new sites and has great plans of seducing the entire internet while fucking the daylights out of me.

Things would be absolutely perfect, if she would only stop saying, every now and then during sex, “Jake, oh Jake!”