The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Firewall Trail ran along the west part of Newford Grange. A well established walk through open forest, but seldom used by locals.

Chelsea woke on the forest floor. She took a moment to realise where she was, and what she was doing—lying down, looking up at the dimming sky.

Then she felt the pain between her legs

She touched herself there—wet, her jeans torn. She brought her fingers up to her face and was relieved—wet—but not blood. A thick white goo.

She sat up, and suddenly regretted it as her head pounded. Her jeans—a large hole in her crotch, some of the material now a flap, and that was pushed into her. She pulled on the material and winced in pain as it came from inside her.

The teen managed to get to her feet. It hurt, but she began the slow process of walking home.

Home was a double storey four-bedroom wooden house. Her house had a large yard, and there was a gate at the rear that opened out onto the trail.

It was an hour before she reached that gate—and it was now dark. The trail was familiar to her and she managed to get back.

Lana heard her daughter come in the back door. She didn’t see her, but shepherd her.

“Where have you been?” she called out

“I need a shower” Chelsea called back.

“Your dinner’s ready!” Lana cried out.

“Later” Chelsea said

The house had a set of narrow stairs at the back, that gave a second way to ascend to the second floor.

Chelsea stomped up these stairs. Lana was going to say something when the phone rang.

“Ted?” she asked

“Yeah, honey… I’m running late”

“But dinner’s ready…”

“Sorry honey… gotta go…”

Lana sighed

Her bedroom and the next door one—now vacant shared a bathroom between them. Annie her eldest sibling was no longer living at home so the bathroom was all Chelsea’s

Chelsea peeled off her clothes, dumping them on the floor and walked naked into the bathroom. She was shocked to see the scratches around her groin. She drew the curtain back and stepped into the shower

She washed—gingerly, as it was still sore

She didn’t notice the red swirl of water as it ran down the drain. Drying was done by patting herself down

“Chelsea?” came a gentle wrap on the door. Brad waited to hear her sister

“What?” she called

“Can I come in?”

“Yes” she said, as she stood there naked but for the towel.

“What the fuck!” Brad spat, turning his head away. “I thought you were decent”

Chelsea stood there, part in a daze. Something told her she should be embarrassed to show herself to her brother, but then, a part of her didn’t care.

“What?” she asked absent-mindedly

“Put some clothes on, for fuck’s sake…”

“What did you want?”

“I was going to ask… never mind… “ he said as he stepped out of the bedroom.

Chelsea went over to the bed. She lay down, and her fingers found her bud. She stroked herself…. all she could think of… was Brad!

She thought about his hot body… and she could have sworn she could smell his scent.

It was exhilarating. She thought about him, his muscular manly body. His cock. His hard cock. Entering her. She shivered as ripples of ecstasy ran over her body. Her clit was hard and now stuck out. She strummed it harder. Her back arched up suddenly ‘Brad!” she cried out…

When she came, she fell asleep.

In the morning Chelsea woke. Her thighs were sticky. She got out of bed, the sheet was stuck, again she had to peel something out of her vagina. She showered. She thought again of a hard cock pumping into her pussy.

She noticed that as she touched herself her pubic hair fell out, washed away. She smiled; not frightened… amused. She was bare to the touch

And she stepped out and examined herself in the mirror. She opened her legs. She could see her clit stick out an inch.

She towelled and as she did her clit throbbed. She felt such a wave of desire.

Wearing only a fresh towel she went across the hall

Brad was not in his room. She fell on his bed, on her tummy. She ran her hands over the bed, and she inhaled his scent. She found some tissues in the bin. She could smell his seed on them. Dried, though. She inhaled it too.

Ted knocked on the door. “Brad?” he called as he stepped in.

Chelsea rolled over onto her back

“Chelsea… what are you doing in here?”

Chelsea smelled her dad. She sighed. Man smell

“I said…” he began when she opened her legs

“What are you doing?” he said angrily as he could see her shaven snatch

“I love you daddy” she purred innocently as she displayed herself wantonly

“What the hell!” he growled, “Cover yourself up”

Instead she tugged at her towel and let it fall open.

“You should be…” he began

Her eyes … she had an intensity there he’d never known. If he had to describe it… it was a hunger.

She smiled and sat up “I can see you love me too” she said as she felt the bulge harden in his pants.

“What are you doing?” he tried to protest.

She unzipped him and she gasped as she felt him

She pulled him free and stroked him His cock was clammy but she loved it anyway,

“This is not right…” he protested

“I want this” she said, pulling him forward

He fell on her, she guided him into her

She felt so soft, and warm, and… he pushed in harder

Her feet came up around behind her father’s ass

“Fuck me” she whimpered into his ear

He couldn’t help himself.

He pushed in deep and began humping her. She gasped with each thrust.

Suddenly he came. Ted’s whole face suddenly sunk in on itself.

His body seemed to disappear

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Chelsea moaned as she drank him in

“Oooooo!” he managed to gasp and then… he was gone.

Chelsea nursed a bulging stomach. She looked like she was nine months pregnant.

She gasped with joy, spasms—after-shocks of orgasm periodically rippling over her.

She lay there panting, caressing the bulge. Her nipples jutted up like bullets. She felt an ache in her breasts as if she were going to lactate

Over the next hour the bulge disappeared a lot as she absorbed Ted’s essence—his life-force coursing through her veins

She sat up. Her stomach looked more like she was four months pregnant now. She felt so alive. She leaped with joy and was surprised to bump her head on the high ceiling. She nursed the soreness there but then had to laugh at her sudden abilities.

She sauntered back to her room. She felt sexy, alive.

She heard Brad. But, as she had just fed she felt none of the same desire for him as she had before. Her hunger was sated.

The following days Chelsea found she could not eat. Her body had changed. She did not need the same food. Her mom Lana had grown sick with worry. Ted had disappeared.

Chelsea feigned support for her mom. The police were called. A report was filed on a missing person. Chelsea smiled to herself at the truth of the matter.

Then, she felt a desire well up within her. It was again for Brad. She found herself in her room, masturbating, thinking of him inside of her

Her stomach had returned—but even better now. It was taut, firm. Her muscles had all taken on a more marked definition. She was stronger.

But Brad was elusive.

Relief came when Corrine invited her over for a visit. Corrine was the same age as Chelsea.

Corrine had a brother—Ivan. Ivan was two years older.

“Hi” Corrine smiled as her friend stood at the door. “Won’t you come in?”

“Thanks” Chelsea smiled

She could smell the man almost immediately—his muskiness. She felt her stomach rumble. She was hungry and she needed to fuck.

Chelsea took a moment to savour the smells. She loved cock so much—she shivered just thinking about it sliding into her.

Chelsea however was stuck with her friend, for the moment. The two went up to Corrine’s bedroom. Chelsea had been there before.

Corinne had some pictures to show her, of her boyfriend

“Do you two fuck?” Chelsea said

“What? No” Corrine gasped at her friends question

“Fucking is good” Chelsea said

“What’s wrong with you?” Corinne gasped as they sat on her bed.

“Nothing… “ Chelsea smiled. “I just love cock”

“You ought to be ashamed.”

Chelsea had a sudden wicked thought. She stood up, reaching under her dress she pulled her panties off. Her panties had a thick yellow goo—almost like pizza cheese, sticking to them

“Ooo” Corinne gasped, “What’s that smell?”

“This” Chelsea said as she pulled up her dress

“What? What are you doing?” Corinne gasped

Chelsea leaped onto the bed. She knocked Corinne back. “You’ll thank me” she said as she slid up over her friend

“Hey, get off of me!” Corinne gasped

Chelsea squatted over Corinne’s face. Her vagina opened up and smothered her friend

Corinne tried to breath. She was encased by Chelsea’s warm wet flesh.

And then she tasted it

Chelsea smiled as her friend fed

The transformation was quick. Corinne coughed as Chelsea stood up

“What… what did you do to me?”

“You’re like me, now” Chelsea said

“What…?” Corinne coughed. She got up, and ran to her en suite. She threw up into the toilet

“I… I feel so strange” she said

“You feel hungry?”

“Yes… but here..” she said touching her crotch.

Ivan was lying on his bed, playing guitar, with the headphones on. He was surprised to see Corinne and Chelsea enter the room naked

“What the fuck?” he gasped

“I’ll let you have him” Chelsea said “And I’ll go do your dad…” she added

“What are you doing? Ivan said as Corinne strode over to him

“I’m so hungry” she said as she slid onto the bed.

Her scent, her eyes boring in to him. He got hard.

Over the summer the number of disappearances grew. All male. Exponentially as Chelsea converted her mom as well.