The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Bad Neighbor

by Paladin

There are two things you need to know to appreciate this little tale.

First, I am a monster. Exactly what I mean by that will certainly be revealed as the story unfolds. For now you just need to know that I can ‘Do Things’. Interesting things.

Second, my neighbor wronged me. The nature of his offense is not important to the tale. Hell, he is not even really aware of his offense or its magnitude in my mind.

How do I describe my neighbor? He is so ordinary it must hurt to live his life. He is not truly evil (and I would know, trust me), but fully consumed by those minor demons so many humans are subject to-sloth, greed, stupidity, short-sightedness, and so forth. He is also an unattractive man on top of that. Think Danny Devito but taller and probably older. Certainly, he has so-called ‘redeeming characteristics’ that society places such value on. He treats his dog well, mows his yard, pays his taxes, listens to acceptable music at acceptable volumes, and loves his wife.

And that was a key point. I spent some time contemplating exactly what shape my revenge would be. In times past, I might have sickened his milk cows or soured the soil under his crops, or cast him full of any of dozens of delightfully nasty ailments. Leprosy was always a good choice.

But Maxwell Canter loved his wife. Yes- Maxwell. Can you believe it? One could easily believe that his parents hated him from the start from this evidence alone, but he seemed proud of the ridiculous name.

Maxwell’s wife was a reasonably pleasant woman... although not attractive by any standards I have ever heard of. Think Danny Devito’s wife, Rhea Perlman, and drop a couple more notches while adding some years. Her name was Minnie. I always suspected her parents named her after the cartoon rodent, and Maxwell loved to introduce themselves as Max and Min. What wit. Minnie kept a lovely little garden, took care of Max and the house, held a part-time job as a telemarketer (she had a pleasant voice), and had actually dropped off home-made cookies to me in the past. If she only knew.

The perfect revenge came to me late at night. I need very little sleep so I was able to immediately put parts of the plan in place. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

A couple of days later, a package was delivered to the clueless woman. I did not need to read her mind since I already knew what it was. She was the happy winner of a some salon-quality health and beauty products, starting with some shampoo and conditioner. She ‘remembered’ entering a web-based contest and the ‘you are a winner’ email. I had a little chuckle over some of her answers on the survey about her hair, skin, and so forth. It was amusing to see how self-deluded humans can be.

The next morning was a glorious day- the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everything was fresh and clean, but it was a great day nonetheless. By noon, Minnie was out in her garden hard at it. I Said hello across the fence and was pleased to notice a change already. Minnie usually wore her crinkly silver-shot hair in a kerchief, while today she was wearing it loose. It looked darker, shinier and healthier- as well it should considering what all I put in the bottles.

“Good morning, Mrs. Canter, isn’t it a lovely morning?” Never let it be said that I could not fake the niceties well. “You are looking very nice today. Is that a new hairstyle?”

“Oh, hello. Uh, not so much a new style as a new shampoo. Isn’t it amazing what the right shampoo can do for you? I’ve always used the cheap stuff, but I guess that you get what you pay for.” She continued to prattle on good-naturedly for several minutes with no encouragement from me. Having nothing special to do I was perfectly happy listening to her prattle. Truth be told, it was more interesting than what was going through that junk heap she called a mind.

It was barely even a effort to eavesdrop on the couple that evening. Max was quite pleased with Min’s new ‘do’, but managed to insinuate that she spent too much or got involved with a shady sales program or something. The nerve of him calling my integrity into question, even unknowingly like that. He gave her her goodnight kiss and the scent of her hair stirred him, but it was late and the flesh is weak... as per other subtle properties of the shampoo.

Further applications of the hair products over the next week resulted in her hair getting even longer and shinier. It was approaching ‘lustrous’ and signaled the next step of the plan.

She got another package a few days later- diet pills. Yes, you are right- diet pills do not work. Ever. But, these were not ordinary diet pills and they were quite certain to achieve the desired results. Within hours of receiving them she was spending time in her bathroom divesting herself of no-longer needed mass in several ways. Poor woman, she had quite a bit of mass to purge so I was quite content to not closely monitor this phase.

I limited the loss to only a few pounds a day so as to not overly stress her body but I noticed the differences every few days. Her natural thriftiness combined with Max’s sheer cheapness and mild paranoia about what was going on meant she was wearing clothing that was increasingly loose on her. Just for the hell of it, I made all of her old clothes feel just a bit uncomfortable. Watching her squirm as she gardened was like a tasty sauce on top of my delicious vengeful dessert.

By the time she was what was considered a typical weight for her height, she was wearing the lightest clothes she could, finding that some fabrics affected her less than others- light,silky stuff was good, and oddly, some of the tighter stuff felt the best.

Minnie did not know it but the pills were also taking care of various diseases and conditions, like her arthritis and some heart issues. I am such a generous monster, aren’t I? She had a few more pounds to go (she found that even though she was happier with her weight, that she could not quite stop taking the pills. That was OK, though- they are almost gone anyway) but it was time for the next step. I debated for a while with myself on this one, but decided to go with skin cream.

On the day before she received her first skin treatment, Minnie was in her garden. She had lost quite a bit of weight, and her skin hung quite loosely in several places. On the other hand, the loss of most of her excess weight brought out some of the good bone structure in her face. She looked rather goofy- like a cute doll’s head on a Raggedy Ann body. The actual texture of her skin was blotchily tan and rather coarse, it looked like it might even be a bit leathery.

Max really liked the next item delivered- a coconut-scented skin lotion that the two of them rubbed onto every inch of her body. This activity aroused Max a lot- a few minutes of rubbing the slick stuff on Min’s thinner body got him throbbingly hard- when Min herself seemed to be expressing no real interest in sex at all. It amused me to have turned her arousal almost completely off and to have inhibited her awareness of sexuality and sexual cues completely. Right now, she barely knew what sex was and poor Max was ready to explode. This would be so much fun over the next few days!

As Min worked in the garden later in the week, her skin was visibly tighter and smoother, an even soft bronze tan color, and looked invitingly soft to touch. “Hello, Mrs. Canter. You are looking nice today. Is that a new dress?”

“This old thing?” She was telling the truth- the blue dress had seen several washings but it was one of the few she had left that felt right to wear.

“Hmm, something is different, though, isn’t it? Have you lost weight?” I am a marvelous actor, aren’t I?

“You are such a dear. Why yes, I have, and I am trying out a new lotion as well. I think it is really helping my poor old skin. I guess I must have really been abusing it horribly for it to respond so well to just a new lotion.” As she spoke, she was looking lovingly at her arm and stroking her new skin. Part of the spell was that she was increasingly falling in love with herself and developing some self-confidence. It was gratifying to see the seeds of this sprouting.

“In fact, I probably should not be out here in the sun without protection, should I? I really do need to start taking better care of myself. Need to protect this lovely skin.” She was still prattering as she went inside and came back out with a big floppy hat, a light gauzy wrap, knee pads, and an umbrella, then went back to work.

I watched with interest as she found time in her weeding to continue to stroke herself, and even took pleasure in her hair. This was coming along gloriously. I modified some of her sexual restrictions while implanting others to grow along with her other upcoming changes and went back inside.

By the end of the month, her gardening was pretty much done and I found her out back on her patio, sitting under the big umbrella, sipping tea and reading a fashion magazine. She looked like some sort of rather trite advertisement for summertime- you know the one-attractive young woman on a lounge chair wearing oversized sunglasses and a big round sunhat, sipping tea with her exaggerated lips- you know the ones, right? While she was not ‘pretty’ by society’s current superficial standards, she was coming along nicely. My mental smile broadened at the choice of reading material. “My dear Mrs. Canter, how are you today?”

A quick frown of distaste crossed her face. “Please, call me Minnie. ‘Mrs. Canter’ sounds so... old.” I assured her I would do so and asked about her outfit- a tasteful one-piece blue swim suit. “I...” She suddenly really felt like she could talk freely to me. I was, after all, a trusted companion... as of a minute ago. “I just wanted to let my skin breathe. I spent so much of my life covering it up, and it feels so good to just let the air and sun on it. I feel so much better than I used to. I declare, being overweight and using cheap toiletries must have aged me so much. Now that I am taking better care of myself, I feel years younger!”

The skin cream had tightened and toned her skin, smoothed her complexion, and generally made her more youthful. She now looked in her late thirties while Max still looked to be a rather depressing fifty-something.

“It is obviously working, my dear. You look amazing, not a day over thirty.” She had the grace to blush at this rather obvious exaggeration. I must say, the lotion combined with everything else you have done seems to have done wonders for bringing out your natural beauty.” She smiled and squirmed just a bit at my compliments. I had boosted her exhibitionism a bit and made her more responsive to some stimuli. She was feeling a bit damp at having such a good-looking man stare at her, even though she knew she was nothing too special even with the enhancements. It pleased me that she considered me good-looking, but then again I had spent considerable time crafting my current appearance.

That night, the ritual application of the cream got Minnie nicely hot. Her small nipples were erect and her vagina was lubricated. Max noticed this and her scent as well, and began to caress her nipples. That shocked Min and she smacked his hands away with a quick look of disgust. For just a moment, Min saw him as a dirty old man before she remembered that he was her husband. She almost shuddered at the thought before she calmed down. She apologized to him, claiming to have been caught by surprise, but she also made sure to not let him touch any of her ‘private parts’ any more that night.

Her ‘Hand Care Kit’ and ‘Foot Care Kit’ arrived on the same day. Ointments and lotions, rubbing stones and nail clippers, and a series of ‘specialized’ polishes to encourage growth, strength, and color found themselves being enthusiastically applied. Max took a special pleasure in doing her feet. It somehow felt so right to both of them for him to do this, although it really bothered her when her foot came in contact with his erection. Eww. There was a certain artistic challenge in balancing the elements here, and I was showing a maestro’s finesse with it if I do say so myself. A monster, but a very talented one.

She took special care on the patio over the next few days to display her lovely new hands and feet. She took my compliments in stride as if she deserved them and had just been hiding her beauty before now. She also found that she really enjoyed touching herself with her newly lacquered nails and her juices were making a small dark spot on her fetchingly snug swimsuit.

The face cream arrived shortly thereafter and laid a foundation for the next wave of ‘gifts’. Day by day, her face got tighter, as if she was having some sort of slow-motion face lift. Her eyes seemed to get wider as the flesh pulled away a bit, and cheekbones seemed to erupt at the same time. When I saw her next, I would have estimated her age at a youthful mid-thirtys-ish. Then, the cosmetics started to come.

The foundation and concealer made her skin tones perfect, covering the few flaws the new face lotion had left behind and making a perfect canvass for other other stuff she ‘won’.

She was astonished at how much thicker the lipstick made her otherwise thin lips look- plump and kissable. She found that they even felt thicker as she tried to close her mouth and discovered that there was just the tiniest gap between her lips when they were at rest. She shook her head of the image of a thick cock sliding between them, although the thought made her juicy. A part of her mind was wondering where these naughty thoughts and words were coming from, while another part was relishing the richness of this new thinking.

A flick of properly applied blush made her face’s contours seem to shift to reveal a perfect bone structure and delightful cheeks. She giggled at the thought of a beauty mark but (wisely in my opinion) chose to skip it.

The new eyebrow pencil seemed to literally erase and recreate her eyebrows from thick and bushy to thin, sculpted arcs that made perfect curves over her eyes. In the same way, her new mascara seemed to enliven her old, thin lashes, making them as dramatic as in the commercials. And the eyeshadow- it complimented her eyes so perfectly that they appeared to be a vibrant blue when she would have sworn they were a rather muddy hazel. Amazing, absolutely amazing what the right products, applied in the right way, would do. Of course,it really helps to have amazing God-like powers as well, if I may quote that ridiculous Disney creation.

The face in the mirror belonged to a younger woman preparing to go clubbing rather than on a fifty year-old matron, Minnie giggled. She felt doubt that she was really ever fifty. Right now, she was fairly sure she was just thirty-something, but had felt like fifty because she had taken such poor care of herself. Things like that were a bit fuzzy in her mind right now. She was also a bit fuzzy on why she was married to such someone like Max. She deserved better. She even had a vague idea of who she ‘should’ be with, but could not quite put my face, er, I mean, ‘A’ face to the thoughts yet.

“Oh, hello, young lady. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” I pretended to gush when I next saw Min. on her patio. It was almost true- I had done a superb job so far and she looked lovely. She was now wearing a two-piece that showed a some delicate skin between the sections, and no one would have thought of her as either old or unattractive. Her body was now nicely streamlined, if not curvy, and she looked well under thirty. I made a couple of discrete tweaks and went back inside.

The next day, Min was knocking on my door at noon. “Can I make you some lunch?” She asked, holding out a basket. I invited her in and asked her what the occasion was. “Well, I have a favor to ask of you. I was wondering if I could use your patio to sun myself on. It is so much nicer than ours and it gets such nicer light. I can help you with your garden or even make you some nice meals in return.”

“My dear, is that the only reason you want to use my patio?”

She blushed prettily and answered. “No. I just am not that comfortable around ‘him’ anymore. I know he is my husband (she shivered just a bit at this), but (and here, her voice dropped to a whisper), he sort of scares me. Always drooling over me, always wanting to (shiver) touch me and stuff. Please, may I use your patio and spend some time over here?” She batted her long lashes at me. Delightful!

I reassured her she was welcome and visibly saw her top tent up just a bit. Poor dear was so underdeveloped that way and her skin was so sensitive that she no longer bothered with a bra. She set to hustling me up something to eat and was soon humming in the kitchen. We ate a pleasant enough meal, and she was blushing happily under my gaze.

That evening, I noticed that she was laying in the lounger in the yard, unconsciously (thanks to me) imitating a typical glamor pose pointed to the window as Max stared at her from their bedroom window. I knew that he was jacking himself off. His frustration felt like warm honeyed sunshine to me.

I was letting the previous treatments run their course before I started the next round. She looked in her late twenties if you went by body overall, pre-teen by development, and just over twenty if you just went by her face. On a scale from one to ten, she was a solid seven, with bursts of a high eight.

The ‘Home Gym Kit’ was accidentally dropped off at my house, and Min just decided it would be better to set it up here than to lug it over to her place. That decision meant that twice a day I had to put up with a sweaty, increasingly shapely young lady in my house. Damn. As her workout progressed, enhanced by some ‘natural supplements’ in the kit, the muscle tone in her arms, legs, shoulders, waist, etc. improved. As her shape improved, so did her confidence and she actually began to flirt with me. She would giggle and press against me as she slid by to get to the gym (rather than going the other way and avoiding me), and she was often touching me as we talked or ate together.

It was as if someone was slowly inflating a sex toy. Her thighs and calves were filling out, her waist was tightening in, and her workout clothes were getting increasingly skimpy. Her buttocks took a few more days, but they began to bloom under her workouts as well. Her body was creeping up the scale- 7, 7.4, 7.8, 8, 8.2. Combine everything together and she was either a great looking MILF, or a very attractive young woman, and just getting better.

About this time, the arguments started. You could hear the shouts throughout the neighborhood. He was demanding supper, demanding to know why she spent so much time ‘over there’ instead of with him. She was screaming that he was a horrible man that she saw nothing in any more, that she was obviously too good for him, that is was him that was holding her back all this time. As the week passed, the arguments started to be over sex, spending, and accusations of affairs. She stormed out and came right over to my house.

I made a big show out of being drug out of bed and put out, but then seemed to yield under her sobs and tears. She felt very nice against my chest but I still led her to the couch and let her lean on me. Her sobs quieted down and slowly, her hand on my chest started to rub slowly as her breaths took on a slightly different pattern as my scent filled her nostrils.

A seemingly accidental shift of her body brought her hand to lay on my somewhat firmed manhood as it lay on my thigh under thin pajama trousers. I felt her body respond to its length and girth, and could taste the conflict in her mind. She was married, but he was an old pervert. She had needs, but I was a stranger. She was so horny, but... well, apparently, so was I. She stiffened even as she felt me stiffen. I began to caress her hair and neck as I whispered hot, warm meaningless reassurances to her pretty little ear. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning, her hand unconsciously rubbing my cock and her legs moving together sensually.

Smiling inwardly, I stood up and escorted her to my bed. I felt her excitement grow, then be dashed as I tucked her in and went out to sleep on the couch. Had I rejected her? Didn’t I want her? She resolved to make herself worthy of me as she fell asleep with dreams of service, comfort, happiness, and obedience.

She stayed at my place that morning. I was already dressed and eating when she came down. She was visibly upset that she could not cook me breakfast, but insisted on doing the clean up. She assured me that it was the least she could do for my hospitality. Naturally I allowed her to serve me in that way.

Max rang the bell on his way to work. I stayed hidden and eavesdropped.

“What’s happening to you?” He demanded of her.

“Nothing!” She insisted. “I am just finding the real me that has been hidden all this time!”

He said that something had to be going on, no one could change so much physically in such a short time without surgery or drugs or something. He apparently showed her a photo of herself from before this. I was delighted to see the visual proof of my efforts, one does love such recognition! She did not seem to really recognize the woman in the photo.

“You are just jealous.” She said. “I have been learning how to take care of myself, how to let the inner me out. I have always been beautiful, but I was covering it up because of you.” He was flustered by the accusation- how could he have done that? She said it was because he oppressed her, and she used to be too week to stand up to him, but no longer.

He begged her to come back home. She said she would think about it, but said in a dismissive way. Max limped off to work, and Min stood there, chest heaving, for a long moment before she came back in my house to finish the dishes and do her morning workout.

I watched her openly as she did her workout. She pretended to not notice me, but my presence was arousing her. Her salty sweat was picking up a pleasant muskiness and her nipples were erect under the old sports bra she was wearing. Let’s see what I hath wrought so far. She looked, and in most ways, actually WAS much younger, mid-twenties from her former fifty-something. Her hair was long and a glossy black from a frizzy dark grayish. Her weight was probably just over 100lbs or so, down from what I would have guessed to have been pushing 180. Her height remains about 5′6″ or so- I did not do anything intentionally to adjust it. Her skin was silky and firm with an even golden tan, from being saggy, mottled, and coarse.

Her body is now sleek, with trim limbs and a long tapering waist. She has a lot of physical strength and has become very graceful (one of her routines is several minutes of aerobic dancing. Just for my entertainment, I made one of the DVDs a erotic dancing workout with stripper-type moves). Her face was that of a sexy but innocent angelic teenager when it was not made up, and a powerful seductress when it was. Her brain worked better, although I had tampered with a few memories, and her new youthfulness has restored her old libido. I had added an element of exhibitionism to her psyche, but overall have done very little to her mentally.

So, that left her mind and breasts for me to play with. What jolly good fun!

I got her my old iPod and some headphones that I told her were loaded with motivational programs that would help her during the day. While the top layer of each program was rather foolish but harmless jibber-jabber about giving 110% and such, the subliminals were talking to her about obedience, service, looking attractive, being sexy, exciting new terms, acting young and hot, and so forth. As with the diet pills, real subliminals do not work, but mine would. I ‘garr-own-tee’ it.

After she made me lunch, I sent her back home. She tried to beg me to stay but that was not part of the plan. When she got there, she found a new delivery containing some big purple vitamin pills and a “Breast Beauty Kit” with a thick cream and some powdered nutrient drink mix. The pills were going to do a lot more than provide vitamins. They were going to wake up her sensuality tremendously, multiplying nerve endings, tweaking responses, adjusting hormones and more.

The breast kit had a warning that it might increase sensitivity but Minnie was applying it a moment after she read the label. The gooey cream felt great on her chest, cool and tingly at first, then warm and soothing. She rubbed it in for the full time demanded and a bit longer, just in case. Her nipples were achingly erect by the time she was done, and her private parts were just so juicy right now. She went to the kitchen and mixed up some of the malt-like drink and sucked it right down, popping her first vitamin at the same time.

She cleaned the house and made some supper for her old man, finding that if she was not careful, a free hand would find its way to her warmly tingling breasts. She really did not want to face Max again and thought about going to my house to avoid him, but she knew that was not what I wanted. She thought about pretending to be asleep but decided it would be better to just face it.

That evening’s performance was not nearly as vocal. He came home with his hat in his hand, afraid that he would find the place empty and her moved out, and was pleasantly surprised she was still there. He thought she looked hot in the short shorts and layered tops she was wearing. She was stirring something while listening to headphones. She was swaying to whatever she was listening to- tight bubble butt and long hair moving in perfect counterpoint. It had him hard and horny in an instant.

He cleared his throat, and she did not react. He cleared it louder and said her name. She still did not react. He touched her lightly on the shoulder, and she exploded into action, spinning and smacking him with a pan as she screamed. He thudded to the ground as she leaned back against the counter and caught her breath.

“Jesus, Max. Don’t do that!” She settled down and went back to her food prep, leaving Max sprawled on the floor. He struggled to his feet and sat heavily at the table. A bit later, she dropped a plate in front of him. “Here. Eat.” She herself ate at the counter without removing the headphones.

When she was ready, she took his plate, ignoring his outburst that he was not done yet, and put the stuff in the dishwasher, then sat at the table in front of him.

“Look, Maxie. Here is the deal. I’ve been rediscovering who I am, and what I want to be and you are still pretty much the same schlub you were when we got married. I am not sure what I saw in you, but we are married and that means something to me. I’ll stay here as we work this out, but I’ll be sleeping in the spare room. I’ve already moved most of my stuff there. I’m going to get myself a job so I can have some of my own money and a life also.

“I’ll still do some of the cooking, laundry and cleaning, but you are going to have to start doing some of it. I know you don’t know how but you can learn easily enough. We may cuddle sometimes (she shuddered as she said this), but this is my body and only I get to decide who it touches and who touched it, OK?”

Max tried to bluster his way out of this. “Now see here, Min. We’ve talked about this before. I am the man of the house. I earn the money and you do the house chores. That was the plan and that was the agreement. I know things are odd right now, and I have no idea what has happened to you, but I think it is making you a little crazy.”

Min laughed. “Crazy. A woman shows some backbone to you and she is crazy. Way to get on my good side, doofus. And to think I was going to let you wash my panties. Too bad.” She laughed and Max got red. The thought of handling her panties did actually make him excited, the thought of what they would smell like made him close his eyes for a moment.

“Look, I am a reasonable man.” He said, and she snorted. “We can discuss this. Go ahead and get a job, and I guess I can help around the house some. Hell, we can even eat out more if you want.” The thought of entering a nice restaurant with this lovely thing on his arm was thrilling him immensely. The same image made her shake with disgust.

That set off another round of discussions, which got more and more heated until she just stood up, put her headphones on, and walked out on him, leaving his jaw hanging.

The next morning, he was running late as he tried to get ready with little clean laundry left. Minnie was still in her room as he knocked on her door. “Hey, Min. What about breakfast?”

“No thanks, not hungry.” She sang back to him.

“No, I mean MY breakfast?”

“Hey, you want it, you make it. There is cereal in the cupboard and milk in the fridge. Need a map?” She asked, overly sweetly. She smiled as he stamped off.

Min was busy looking at herself in the mirror. Her little titties had grown a bit- from nearly flat to the cutest little cupcakes. And they felt amazing! Her nipples were nice and big, hard as her neighbor’s cock had been the other day, and her little cunt was grumbling at her for being empty for so long. She was so sexy she wanted to fuck herself. In fact, having heard Max’s car leave, she slipped out to the kitchen naked and grabbed herself a perfectly sized cucumber to slip in her wet pussy and leave in place. She kept it in there with a hand that as doing delightful things to her vaginal lips and clit. Wow- rediscovering her clit alone was going to take up most of the morning!

She felt so sexy this morning! She figured she must have been embarrassed by her tiny titties before and now that they were finally catching up to the rest of her hot self, her sex drive was catching up as well. She smiled at herself as she had the naughty thought of doing her dance routine nude in the window facing her handsome neighbor’s home. That would be so fun!

Of course I was watching. I ‘just happened’ to look in the right window at the right time to see her dance. I made a twirl motion with my finger and she obeyed me instantly, twirling to show her delicious body to me. I smiled and shook my head at her as if gently chastising her for being a tease, then closed my blinds. Ha! THAT made her all horny, so she fucked that poor cucumber over and over. I got a quick thrill imagining what it would taste like when she was done- not just the physical taste, but the emotional flavors she would have added. Mmm!

Did I mention that I was using Max’s fantasies to mold Min? That is was HIS vision of feminine perfection to have long dark hair and a long slender torso? Every day, Min was looking, talking, and acting more and more like his ideal poster woman. Now that her breasts seemed to be swelling a bit as well, he was in heaven- except that the more perfect she looked, the less she seemed to like him. Her scent on the air was enough to make his cock twitch- and she seemed to leave her delicious scent everywhere! To top things off, when she made him supper the other day? It was his favorite meal cooked his favorite way! She was,in almost every way, his dream woman. She was going to take another big step in that direction real soon here.

Min checked the clock and had a brilliant idea. She had some money on a gift card she could use at the mall (actually, I just slipped her the card recently, she just has a slightly different memory where it came from.) She had plenty of time before whats-his-name came home.

When Max got home that night, he froze in the doorway. Minnie was standing in the living room wearing one of her new outfits. Thigh-high heeled boots, a miniskirt, and a well-filled skimpy halter bra, and even a choker all in a slick-look black leather-like material. Tan shiny nylons, thin silver bracelets on one wrist and sparkly silver and jeweled earrings complimented dramatically sexy but tasteful makeup. Boots. Shiny. He wanted to lick his way to the top of the boots and keep on going up. His gaze drifted over every part of her, absently noting her increased gain in her tits, but kept being pulled back to the boots. Boots. Where did she get boots? He did not really register that she was now sitting with her legs in front of her.

“Do you like them, Maxie?” She asked in a sexy small girl’s voice. “They are so much trouble to put on, and I am afraid my feet are sweating in them, but they do look nice, don’t they? So smooth, so slick, I can’t stop touching them. Don’t you think they would taste wonderful? Can you imagine it? Licking them? Tasting my sweat on them? Yummy!” Max was drooling. She extended a long leg towards him and beckoned him with a pointy toe. He felt himself being drawn to her boot. Without thinking, he knelt and took her foot in his hands as he bent his face close.

At first, he just rubbed his face on the smooth material- vinyl, PVC? His brain could not be bothered to process it, he was just lost in the experience. Soon, he tentatively touched it with his tongue, and was hooked. He licked the toe, the sides, the ankles, her instep. He began to lick his way upwards, reaching her knee before she gently shifted him to the other boot. He almost came with the excitement of doing it again.

This time when he got to her knee, she shook his face away. “Thank you.” She said as she walked out to finish dinner. He sat there for some time trying to compose himself. He felt humiliated, angry, hurt, and horny all at the same time. He jacked himself off furiously, hating himself and her for it. Dinner was delicious, the eye candy she presented was incredible, and he was in hell. She barely spoke to him during the meal, reading a woman’s magazine instead.

He tried to assert himself again after dinner and his doing the dishes. While she was watching TV, he tried to rub her shoulders for her. She removed his hands as if they were diseased and said not a word. Instead, he sat in his recliner and just watched her in the pale light of the TV. She seemed engrossed by the screen for a long while, then started to lick her plump lips. She made a small stretch and languidly threw a long leg over an arm of the chair. He cold not see well enough to see if she was wearing panties or not. She was casually stroking her own leg- he could hear the quiet hiss of her long nails on the nylons.

She moaned softly and was stroking her whole leg through the long boots, her foot turning with delight. Her other hand was stroking her smooth tummy, fingertips dancing lightly on her taut skin. Her breathing picked up a bit and she was a little flushed as the hand moved to stroke her breast through the halter. She moaned as she pinched her own nipple gently. She stroked the top of one soft breast and he was enthralled seeing it deform slightly under her touch, like pudding, looking so soft and warm and heavy. She never had enough of a chest to do that before. He estimated that she was about a D-cup now and he wanted to taste, even touch them in the worst way. Hie imagination of what they would be like was eating away at him.

Her other hand was hidden beneath the skirt now and her wrist was moving in interesting circles as she squirmed slightly in her seat. He found himself rubbing his cock through his trousers. When he made a noise, she looked over at him and gasped at what he was doing. His cheeks burned in shame as she strode away in a series of angry-sounding clacks on the hardwood. He slept in the chair that night.

The next morning, she was dancing around in the kitchen in a pastel bra and panties combination that looked touchably soft and painted on. Her breasts were moving enchantingly and seemed to have gained more mass and presence since last night. She’d made herself a colorful light breakfast from yogurt, fruit, and toast and put a box of cereal by his place. God she smelled good to him. He could barely control himself. He wanted to throw her on the counter and fuck her silly. Some of it must have shown on his face as she looked at him and muttered ‘pig’ as she cleaned up and left the room, her fragrance still on the air.

Min came over to use the gym she still had set up in my house, and I had to say I heartily approved of her choice to work out in a sports bra and sort shorts so small and tight they were almost a thong. Her breasts were up to a full E and were pretty much done. She was moving so much more erotically now- every movement designed to show off her incredible body. She was also flirting with me shamelessly.

“Why don’t you change and join me? I could use a spotter and some company to help keep me motivated.” I decided to take her up on this and was soon in my own short shorts and bare-chested on some piece of machinery nearby. I carefully did not look at her as sweat built up on my admittedly artificially enhanced muscles. I knew what her dream man had always looked like- trim, muscular, dark, and it was no trouble to tweak my already adequate physique to meet her expectations. I also did to my scent for her what I had done to her scent for Max.

She was doing bench presses and had a bad moment. “Uh, can you spot me for a bit? I’m a bit wobbly here.” I smiled and stood over her as she completed her sets. She was quite distracted by my looks, smell, and by the large bulge she saw in my shorts. I could see her thoughts spinning, integrating her new teachings and reality with her old morality and marriage vows. She wanted to just reach out and take what she wanted- her new sexuality and confidence was fighting with a growing desire to serve and obey me. When I saw the flicker of a thought that touching might offend her Master, I knew my plan was almost complete.

I kept her frustrated and sent her home without a shower when the workout was over. Max was already home and his eyes popped out when he saw what she was almost wearing, and his cock popped out when he caught the scent of her sweat. He moved towards her and she knocked him down. “Stay away from me!”

“Damn it, Minnie, you are my wife!” He shouted. “I can damn well touch you if I want and when I want!” He got up and grabbed her in his arms. She struggled and screamed for him to let go! She managed to fling him into the wall, stunning him for a moment before he forced her to the floor and tore off her bra, letting her big tits flop freely. “If I want to feel your boobies, it is my right!” He stated before he rubbed his stubbly cheek on one. She roared and flipped over, resulting in her barely covered pussy pressing on his cock. He started to hump himself against her helplessly, pissing her off further.

She jumped off and grabbed a lamp to bash him with. “Max, I, and only I get to decide if you get to touch my nice big boobs, my tight ass, my luscious little pussy, or any other part of my hot bod. I can have any man I want. Why would I let someone like YOU touch it? And don’t say it is because you are my fucking husband either, or god help me, I will beat your skull in.”

Max lay there for a moment staring at her. She looked magnificent! Hair all wild, a sheen of sweat on her incredible body, a warrior pose with gentle muscles moving under her skin. Damn, he HAD to have her! He got up and rushed her, dragging her to the ground. He struggled to get his pants off while trying to keep her from biting or kicking him, and she was damned strong! His cock was out and he was trying to move her tight shorts when she managed to break free and grab the cordless phone.

“You fucker! I’m calling the cops!” She cursed at him inventively for several seconds as she dialed the phone. Of course, it was my phone that rang and I headed right over.

“What is going on here? I heard fighting.”

“This bitch is trying to kill me!” Max yelled, struggling to his feet.

I looked at her. “Is this true, slave?”

She looked at her feet. “Yes, Master.” Max’s face went all comical at this.

“You fucking whore! Have you been fucking HIM?!?” She looked at me. I nodded at her to proceed.

“No. Master has not let me fuck him yet, but I want to so badly! Just thinking about Him makes me all wet and horny. Please, Master, can we fuck now?”

“What about Max?” I asked.

“Who, Master?”

“Max, your husband, that guy right there?”

“Master, he means nothing to me. Would you like me to kill him?” I said that was OK, he could live and beckoned her over.

Min sashayed her way over to me, hips flicking back and forth, nipples erect and the tops of her breasts flushed with excitement. She shook her long dark hair and slipped off what little was left on her magnificent body. Murmuring that a slave should be nude when alone in her master’s presence, humiliating and arousing poor Max all the more. You could easily see a trail of moisture on her thigh.

When she was in reach, I swept her up and crushed her to me. Kissing her deeply enough I could taste her tonsils and she returned the favor. She readily fell to her knees and opened my shorts to remove my rather cramped cock and stared at it for a long moment in sheer awe. She breathed on it, smelled it, and tasted it before she took it in her mouth and gave me a world-class blow job. She could only take part of me in, so Max had a great view of my cock stretching her lips to their max. Even now I could make good puns.

After I came in her mouth and all over her expansive chest, I directed her to stay there to clean things up, without getting dressed again, and to come to my house for the night. Her eyes lit up and she danced around the room, picking stuff up. Max was about to blow a gasket looking at her and thinking about what just happened. I had further instructed her that he was not to touch her and if she could, to make him come without touching him at all. She was doing her hardest to accomplish that mission.

“Hmmm, Maxie, I am just so excited by the chance to serve Him. Look at my nipples! See how hard they are, and aren’t they just so cute all covered in His stuff? She was holding her tits and finger-fucking herself as she cleaned. When she took her fingers and sucked off her own fragrant juices, Max lost it, and her. She smiled and headed on over. Max heard them going at it for the rest of the night.

By the end of the week, Max had moved. I heard he had asked for a transfer to a distant, small office. He took almost nothing with him, basically just abandoning his life here.

I fucked and used Min for a few weeks after that. She did turn out nicely and it was always a joy to partake of my own creativity. It did not take long, though, until I tired of her and sent her home, heartbroken. I am not sure what happened to her after that as I did not bother keeping track.

What can I say? I am a monster, after all.