The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

With their expanded brainpower, both Doug and Megan understood what was happening when they awoke the next morning.

“’Morning, sweetheart,” Doug said from somewhere on the other side of the king-sized hotel bed.

“Morning, dad,” Megan said sleepily, streching out her arm. “Wow. No wonder they don’t want teenagers to learn about sex. I could do that all day, every day. In fact, I think I will—as soon as you get off my chest.”

“What do mean?” Doug asked, as he noticed something strange running down his leg.

“It feels like you’ve got your whole leg resting on my chest,” she said. “Move, already.”

“I’m not touching you, Megan,” he said, reaching down with his hand. “I’m on the other side of the bed.”

Megan sat up, revealing larger boobs than any human Doug had ever seen. They covered her entire chest and hung down past her navel. They were still firm and beautifully shaped, but as she said, “My God! They’re huge!”

“They certainly are,” Doug said, sitting up. “And so’s this.”

Reaching under the covers, he pulled out a cock that was now in excess of two feet long. It was mostly limp, but it twitched at Doug’s touch and reacted noticeably when he gazed at his daughter’s massive mammaries. Having been fucked past the point of surprise, Megan reached out and attempted to take it into her tiny hand; she could not close her grip. Moments later, she placed it between her huge breasts and squeezed them together. The sweat of the two Albrittons enabled it to slide easily between her incredibly soft boobs and he shot what might have been his biggest load of the weekend. It went everywhere.

“We need to shower. Can you walk?” Doug asked his daughter.

“Sure. Somehow, I’ve adapted to handle their size,” she replied. She swung her legs out of bed and stood up to prove her point. Despite two huge boobs that must have weight 20 pounds apiece, she moved easily towards the shower, mams swaying side to side. Doug followed her, his again-limp cock hanging well below his knees.

“They’re still growing, Daddy,” Megan said.

“I know,” Doug Albritton said, unsmiling. “I know all too well.”

They left the hotel with Doug having strapped his cock onto his leg with his tie and Megan having adapted a bedsheet to serve as a blouse. She wore her backless dress backwards to provide an illusion of coverage. They were able to get to the car without incident, but Doug’s member made it diffiicult for him to touch the gas and Megan gave up closing the seat belt.

But both Doug and Megan quickly forgot about their own developing dilemmas when the got home. Stephanie, aglow like a true goddess, greeted them at the door. But she wasn’t smiling.

“What’s wrong, sweet pea?” Doug ask, tryiing to ignore the twitching down his leg.

“It’s mom,” Stephanie said, looking at Megan’s inflated chest but saying nothing. “I infected her before either of you guys, so she’s farther along that you,”

She led them into the back bedroom where Megan’s treasure trove of teen belongings was piled up like an archive. The door was closed.

“By the way, Mom called Shannon this morning and she’ll be here later today,” Stephanie explained. “Mom’s brain is working overtime, like mine, and we think we’ll need her.”

“Need her for what, Sis?” Megan asked, having to slide her back against the wall to get around Stephanie in the hallway. Megan opened her door and gasped.

“Hey, sweetheart,” said a 9-year-old girl sitting in the middle of Megan’s stuffed animals. “Ain’t this a bitch!”

“Mom? Mom!” Megan screamed, leaning over and picking up her tiny mother and nestling her between her boobs. “Are you all right?”

“I feel fine,” she said, pushing her daughter away and stumbling back to her feet. “I hate it when I went pre-pubescent and lost my sex drive, but it made me appreciate my situation.”

“What’s happened to us?” Doug said.

“What happened to me is that I had strong feelings about wanting to be younger when Stephanie kissed me, passing Tony’s chemical mix to me,” Marie said as she sat on one of Megan’s overstuffed bears. “What happened to Megan, obviously, was that puberty was kicking in and she was feeling the growth of her boobs already. What were you thinking about, Doug?”

“Sex. Fucking,” he said simply. “Dropping his slacks and untying his now-raging cock explained the rest. It was now over two feet long and as thick around as one of Marie’s arms. It’s still growing; so are Megan’s boobs.”

“Stephanie was lucky; she was worried about pleasing Tony and being smarter, so her need for that is growing, but as long as he’s not here, it doesn’t impact her the same way. But the brain growth is causeing something else,” Marie said, pointing at her middle daughter.

“My hair is falling out,” Stephanie said, displaying a long, blonde clump. “I think my cranium is expanding, but very slightly so far.”

“But it will keep growing?” Megan asked.

“Only to a point,” Marie said. “She can only get to 100 percent of her brain’s capacity. She might wind up bald, but otherwise okay. But I can keep getting younger until I’m gone and you two may be overwhelmed by your bodies.”

“Hello? Anyone home?” came a voice from the front of the house.

“Shannon!” four voices said at once.

“Mom? Do we do what we talked about?” Stephanie asked the little girl in the center of the room.

“Yes, dear. It’s a lie, but I believe it’s the only way she can help us,” Marie said. “Please hurry, before I get so young I need diapers.”

“We don’t have any diapers,” Megan said.

“Yeah. Thanks for pointing out the obvious,” Marie said, hugging the big stuffed animal.

Stephanie closed the door behind her family and moved down the hall. Her older sister, a stunning beauty contest winner turned college lesbian, stood in the living room with a bundle of laundry at her feet.

“Hey, Steph! Where is everybody?” Shannon asked, moving up to kiss her sister. Stephanie had to avoid the lip-to-lip contact because Shannon was not ready and did the phony Euro cheek to cheek air kiss.

“You need to sit down,” Stephanie said, hoping her hair loss wasn’t too obvious yet. “Mom called you because we’ve had some bad news. Horrible news, in fact.”

“What’s going on, squirt?” Shannon asked, using the nickname Stephanie long hated. “Where is everybody?”

“It’s ... that mom is sick,” Stephanie said. “Very sick. In fact, she might die soon.”

“What! What are you talking about?” the oldest Albritton sister shouted as she jumped to her feet. “She was fine.”

“She was. Or we thought she was,” Stephanie lied. “But there’s more.”

“Dad has been depressed since the news. Suicidal, I think,” Stephanie lied with a straight face. “And Megan has started using drugs.”

“Drugs?” Shannon said as her expression changed. “What a minute. This is a sick joke, right?”

“No joke,” Stephanie said. “We think there might be something you can do, though.”

“What? Tell me,” Shannon said, looking intently at her sister. Stephanie noticed a stud in her eyebrow and a half-dozen rings in one ear.

“You’re almost a sure match to provide a transfusion, and you know how much Megan has always looked up to you,” Stephanie said. “And you want to hear the weidest thing of all?”

“What else can their be?” Shannon asked, throwing her arms open.

“I’m a lesbian, too,” Stephanie said as she suddenly embraced her sister in a full-on kiss, including an open mouth and tongue. As with her other family members, it took only a moment for her to feel the chemical bond and the embrace followed. Shannon forgot everything and focused only on devouring the only woman she’d ever truly lusted after —her younger sister, the perfect blonde cheerleader with the big boobs. Both got naked in moments and each explored the other’s body; Stephanie was stunned at the number of piercings and tattoos that Shannon had added since she left for college.

“Steph! Your hair is falling out!” Shannon said as she held a handful.

“It’s just stress,” she said between kisses. “This is something I’ve needed so badly. I’m so glad you’re home.”

“If I can help, I’ll never leave,” Shannon said through her passion. She moved her mouth to one of Stephanie’s bigger, fuller breasts and Stephanie learned that her sister had added a pair of tongue studs.

“I can’t wait for you to use those on my pussy,” Stephanie said, pulling down her shorts to offer a bare, throbbing pussy to her sister.

Shannon said nothing, but paused to smile at her sister before diving facefirst into her crotch. Shannon’s tongue, studs and all, found Stephanie’s clit and a massive orgasm followed. Stephanie held Shannon’s face down to her groin and looked over her shoulder to see her father and mother looking around the corner. She nodded and Marie moved close.

“Shannon,” Stephanie gasped. “Are you feeling something?”

“Oh, God, yes,” she said. “Something is running through me, making me tingle. What is that?”

“It’s a chance to save Mom,” Stephanie said. “But you have to close your eyes.”

“What? Mom is dying and you’re wanting to play games?” Shannon said crossly, even as she sat up and pulled off most of her clothes. She sat in Stephanie’s arms in her panties as her sister held her.

“If you’ve ever trusted me, trust me now,” Stephanie said, locking on Shannon with her hypnotic eyes. “You need to close your eyes and think only of Mom getting well. Want it more than anything.”

“More than my own life,” Shannon said softly, closing her eyes.

“Now kiss me,” Stephanie said, even as she moved aside. Marie, who was barely tall enough to climb up on the couch, scrambled to replace her daughter. She, too, was naked and there was no trace of development in her body. She was now about seven years old physically, Marie guessed. But Shannon moved forward and Marie was able to take her face in her hands and have a firm grip when she kissed her oldest daughter. When they locked lips, Shannon quickly realized that it was not Stephanie and opened her eyes in shock to see a naked child in front of her. She almost pushed her away, but the chemistry kicked in and Marie was able to hold the kiss until passion replaced shock.

Marie, too, felt the passion go through her now-prepubescent body and she wrapped herself around Shannon and worked the kiss like a pro.

“It’s me, sweetheart,” Marie gasped between kisses. “Stay with me.”

“What’s happened to you?” said her daughter.

“It’s like Stephanie told you,” she said. “I was going to die because I was regressing. Your little sister and your father are in danger, too. But I think you’ve saved me.”

Marie sat back on the couch, thinking to herself how strange she looked at her current physical age. Even if she wasn’t able to gain her years back, she had her mind and a second chance to do some wonderful things as she reached puberty. She laughed, a little girl’s giggle.

“What’s so funny?” asked Stephanie, who’d stayed close by.

“I want my sex drive back,” Marie laughed. “And I’m going to have to wait—again—until puberty. And I’m a married woman!”

“Oh, my God,” said Shannon. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right?”

“I think so. But you have to do the same for your sister and father,” Marie said, hugging a big, stuffed lion that Stephanei had found in the garage. “You’ve got to do the same thing—close your eyes and wish them to be well. Come in here, Megan.”

Her boobs now totally dominating her body, the teen was almost totally obscured by her rapidly growing mammaries. She knelt behind the couch to be able to kiss her sister unobstructed. Shannon puckered up and Megan found her and joined her in a kiss the equal of that just shared by her mother and sister. After a moment, Shannon reached out and found Megan’s big boobs and quickly squeezed her huge nipples to draw a gasp and orgasm.

“Wow! You’ve grown!” Shannon said after their long, wet, sloppy kiss ended with a mutal gasp. “Are you lezzie, too?”

“Not so much. But enough,” Megan said, rejoining the embrace. “I need you to suck on these, now.”

Shannon nodded, understanding somehow. Megan rested her awesome mammaries on the back of the couch and her sister inhaled the oversized nipple of the right, then the left breast, and suckled like a newborn for five minutes apiece. When she pulled back, there was a creamy ring around her mouth.

“Sis is lactating,” Shannon said. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

“No way. I was a virgin until last night,” she said proudly. “And I can tell, somehow, that I’m not. ... Look, guys, they’re smaller, aren’t they?”

The rest of the Albrittons agreed that they were not as full looking and maybe were riding higher on her chest.

“Shannon, you’ve got to kiss Dad, too,” Stephanie added.

“Is he sick, somehow?” Shannon asked warily.

“Horribly,” Marie, now wrapped in a comforter, said.

“Okay, I trust you,” Shannon said, closing her eyes again. “I’m wishing hard for Dad to be well.”

Doug Albritton, trying to keep his rampant erection from interfering, leaned in to kiss his daughter. They locked lips and the chemical process began just as his cock swung around and hit his naked daughter in the neck. Her scream was muffled, but she maintained the kiss as she grabbed the massive organ and held it away at arm’s length.

“You don’t expect me to fuck ... that, do you?” she asked her family.

“No, I think sucking it and swallowing the cum would do,” Stephanie said matter-of-factly.

“You’re kidding, right?” Shannon said. “I mean, Dad’s a guy.”

“You pretended to like guys for 18 years,” Marie pointed out.

“Sucked a few cocks, too,” Stephanie added. Shannon began to reply, but merely nodded.

“How much of that thing do you expect me to handle?” Shannon asked.

“I took all of it when it was 13 inches,” Megan said. “But I was older then. And I think that was because I was changed.”

“You’re changing, too,” Stephanie said. “Even though you don’t know it yet. We didn’t realize right away.”

“Here goes,” Shannon sighed. She took the end of the organ into her hand and tentatively began kissing and licking Doug’s cockhead. He began rigid, so he stood two feet away while his daughter worked her magic.

“Damn. I could stand on that,” Marie said.

“Don’t you even try,” Doug replied.

“Oooh. I’m scared,” Marie giggled, hiding back under her comforter.

Shannon’s mouth was somehow open enough to take his entire cockhead in.

“Impressive, sweetheart,” Doug said.

Shannon nodded and began inching her way up his cock. Inch by inch, it began disappearing into her mouth. When some eight inches were in her mouth, Shannon swallowed and suddenly slipped four more inches into her mouth. In fact, her jaw seemed to stretch to accept Doug’s girth, and his rigidity forced her to bend at the waist to take it straight down her throat. And down her throat it went. Eighteen inches. Twenty four inches. Almost 30 inches of Doug’s cock went down her throat before her nose nestled into his pubic hair.

“That’s awesome,” Megan whispered.

“Here’s the best past,” Stephanie said. “Help me pick Shannon up. Each girl took one side of the petite Shannon and lifted her into the air, but kept her at Doug’s cock level. “Now, let’s pump her.”

Shannon’s eyes got wide for the first time, but the girl was unable to speak as her sisters began sliding her up and down the length of Doug’s cock. Faster and faster they worked her and once it sounded as if Shannon tried to scream. But it was working; Doug’s cock was beginning to show blood vessels rising to the surface.

“I-I think I’m gonna come,” Doug said, grabbing the edge of the couch. “Oahh-h-h-h!”

Doug’s hips twitched as he pumped his load down the length of his cock into his daughter’s belly. And no load compared to this; Shannon’s belly actually began swelling from the volume of cum. Still, he pumped. Still, she took it. Took it all.

When he was finally done, Doug withdrew his cock from his daughter and was pleased to discover it was fully limp for the first time since his growth spurt began.

Relief swept through the Albritton home, but beautiful Stephanie had to run to her room in tears. As soon as she pulled on some of Megan’s old clothes, Marie went to her daughter.

“’S’matter, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Oh, mom,” Stephanie sobbed as she rose from her pillow. “I miss Tim so much. It just overwhelmed me, all of a sudden.”

Marie nodded and turned away; this was part of it, she decided. There’s no undoing much of what’s done.

Normalcy, of course, was impossible. Doug returned to work on Monday, having shot a morning load to keep his two-footer comfortably limp. A special sock holster enabled him to go through a work day— and even play golf. Remarkably, all of his daughters were able to take his full length without injury. Megan was unable to return to school with her HHH-sized boobs, so she used her increased brain power to get her G.E.D. and went to work for her father as his personal secretary. Marie began aging at a normal pace, but her amazing mental skills allowed her to make a small fortune on-line and still provide for her beloved family.

But perhaps the most remarkable transformation took place with Shannon. Her emphasis on healing allowed her scarred psyche to heal before anything; unknown to even her parents and sisters, Shannon Albritton was raped by a pageant official shortly before her 19th birthday and swore off men as a result. Once her scarred soul healed, her numerous tattoos began to fade and her body began rejecting most of her piercings. Only those in her ears, where there was less tissue and blood flow, stayed put.

And Stephanie? Her life was affected the least, ironically, because Tony Burke vanished from the face of the earth. Her sadness was that of someone who missed a friend; her programmed obsession was not active in his absence (as was his plan). But his plan did not include disappearing.

Upon leaving the Albritton house, Tony had driven home with fantasies of the family’s many women serving as some kind of harem for his whims and wishes. His desire to pay Stephanie back would make all of them pay. In fact, he considered infecting the women of his own family in a similar way—it would be neat to be the lord and master of the Burke homestead.

He checked his glove box. The last of the formula he acquired was still there. It was plenty for one more dose, so he spent the rest of the drive debating which of his family he would target. His decision: first come, first served.

That would have been his younger sister, Janice. At 16, two years younger, and at the stage where she had just shed her braces and training bra, she was an awkward kid who would likely be a beauty and a cheerleader type eventually. She was devoted to her big brother and a charmer in her own awkward way. There was no way in hell she deserved to be messed with, but then Tony was beyond caring.

Janice was sitting on the living room floor, doing her homework on the coffee table while Zoey101 blared on the television.

“Hey, runt,” Tony said as he stepped into the living room.

“Oh, hey, big brother,” she smiled like someone who’d just had her braces removed. Her teeth shone white and straight. “Whatya do today?”

“I just spent a whle messing around at the Albrittons. Stephanie and I talked about spending more time together,” he said with a shrug.

“That bitch! I wouldn’t blame you if you never talked to her again,” Janice said. “It wasn’t right to snub you for all the big shots.”

“You’ve always got my back, Jan,” Tony said, reaching over to hug her. “You’re a great sister.”

“Same for you, big brother,” she said, patting him on the back and once on the butt before she turned back to her homework.

“I got something for you,” he said as he put his hands behind his back.

“What? A present?” she asked. He had all of her attention now.

“Better,” he said. “Something just for you.”

She laughed. “It had better not be something gross,” she said.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said, holding out the small container. “It’s something tasty.”

“What is that, some kind of alcohol?” she asked, squinting at the vial.

“Maybe,” he said. “What if it is?”

“If it is, mom and dad would kill you for giving it to me,” she said.

“In that case, here,” he said, extending his hand.

“Thanks! I’ll drink it now before you change your mind,” Janice said. Having tasted several kinds of booze at school parties, she fully expected some kind of alcholic taste. The sharp bitterness threw her, but she’d already swallowed it all.

“Oh God! That’s awful, Tony!” she said, using his first name in a rare ouburst.

“No, it’s not. It’s sweet and cool,” he said.

“What? You know ... I guess it is, at that,” Janice said happily. “That was delicious! Do you have some more?”

“No, that was it,” he said. “It was just enough.”

“Enough for what?” she asked, standing up and stretching.

“Enough for you to be in my power,” he said. She laughed but said nothing.

Tony’s mind raced. He really hadn’t thought this out. When it doubt, humiliate them.

“You are my pet dog,” Tony said. “You can’t talk, only bark, pant and wag your tail,” he said.

Janice immediately went down on all fours and looked up lovingly at her master, tongue hanging out. Tony had already forgotten that if this command lasted past the five-minute window, Janice would always be this way. But his mind was racing down another gutter.

“Dogs don’t wear clothes. Take off those people clothes,” he commanded. Janice pulled and tugged, but removed her top, bra, shorts and panties. After a time, she was on her hands and knees before him, totally naked.

“Go out and bring in the paper,” he told her. While staying on all fours, she opened the front door and went out onto the front lawn to retrieve the paper. She held it in her mouth as she returned inside. She dropped the paper at his feet and yapped her excitement at having done his bidding. Tony patted her on the head and she was blissfully happy. At moment, Tony remembered the time limit command.

“Janice, you are not a dog. You are a person,” he said. “Stand up.”

She did, then looked puzzled at her nudity. She attempted to cover up with her hands.

“You are my loving sister, and you love being naked,” he added. “You have to wear clothes in front of our parents, but you sleep in the nude and will always be naked in front of me.” She lowered her hands, the clapped.

“I love you, Tony,” she said. “Thank you for making me be naked.”

“From now on, when I use the words ‘Cunt Sister,’ you will do whatever I ask you to do, without question. You will be thrilled because I am asking you to do it.”

“I can’t wait!” she said, jumping up and down. “I love pleasing you, big brother.”

“Then take out your retainer and suck my dick,” he commanded. She smiled as she removed the appliance and set a couch cushion in front of her brother and did not hesitate to unfasten his jeans. He was already erect when she pulled his cock free and inserted it into her mouth as if she’d been doing it all her life. She made slurping noises as she sucked.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked, looking up much like Stephanie did earlier in the day.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, working his hips to move it around in her mouth.

Tony was surprised at the thrill such a depraved act gave him. Virtually every family taboo was being broken here, and he loved it! So did Janice, but she was about to become his servant ... what to tell her?

“Janice,” he began, gasping as she worked his cock like a pro. “Never tell anyone outside out family that we are ... doing sex. You enjoy it and it is completely reasonable and natural for you, but you understand why others will not understand.”

“I understand, Tony,” she said, pulling his cock out with a popping sound. But her total attention returned to her assignment.

“I’m about to shoot,” he said through gritted teeth. “You love to swallow my cum. You love to swallow all cum!”

She nodded but did not let up and Tony soon delivered as promised. Her eyes grew wide but Janice stayed with the task at hand.

“Kinda salty,” she said, making a face.

“No! Cum tastes like vanilla icing to you,” he replied. “It is your favorite snack food.”

“You know what? Cum makes the perfect snack!” she said, laughing. “I’m glad I’ve got a non-stop supply.”

A twinge of guilt came over Tony as he began to understand the permanence of what he’d done. He zipped up his jeans and sat down.

“Janice, come sit in my lap,” he said in a brotherly tone. She giggled and she did just that, still completely naked. They snuggled and both became aware of his erection stirring once again.

“Listen to me,” he said. The now enslaved girl could do nothing else. “I did this to you because I love you and I wanted you to love me the same way. We will have so much fun together! But this is most important thing for you to hear—do not get upset or fret if I am not home or if I’m gone for a day or more. Sometime I will need to be with someone else, but that won’t mean I don’t love you just as much. Understand?”

“I understand. I love you, Tony,” she said, looking as serious as he. “I won’t worry. You’ll be proud of me.”

“Good. Now kiss me,” Tony told her. They embraced like lovers, Janice turning to straddle his lap. The feel of her narrow hips in his hands serve to arouse him totally and they worked together to free his erection from his jeans. They continued to kiss as the oversexed duo humped in a frenzy and as Janice passed the chemical along to its original owner. Only too late did Tony realize his misake.

“Oh, shit!” he screamed, pushing Janice off his erection and onto the carpeted floor. “I’ve infected myself! My own brain will start receiving commands! Whatever you do, don’t talk to me!”

Tony ran to his room and slammed and locked the door. He turned out the lights and pulled his bedspread over his head to avoid any kind of command or suggestion. Exhausted from his full day of sex, he quickly relaxed and fell asleep. He awoke at the light tapping at his door.

“It’s me, Tony!” Janice said quietly. “Are you all right?”

He slowly looked around and realized, somehow, that he avoided any commands that would have programmed him permanently.

“Yeah! Sorry if I scared you,” he said, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. “’l’ll be fine. Better than fine.”

“Good. Can you open the door for a sec?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” he said, shuffling to the door. He smiled thinking how cool it would be to see Janice standing there naked. Instead, he came face-to-face with two men wearing black suits.

“Tony Burke?” one asked.

“Uh, yeah. Where’s my sister?” he asked. Janice was nowhere to be found.

“DId you acqure a green liquid in a vail within the last 48 hours?” he asked. “By the way, your brain requires you to answer truthfully.”

Tony paused; somehow he realized the man was right.

“Yes, I did,” he replied, not really wanting to. “I acquired the brain sauce over the Internet.”

“’Brain sauce.’ Good name for it,” said the second suit. “Better than what the lab coats call it.”

“What is that?” Tony asked.

“Officially, it’s Rejected Compound #18,” the man said with a grim smile. “Good thing you didn’t purchase #17.”

“Or #16-D,” said the second. With that, the two men looked at each other and laughed.

“What ... what’s so funny?” Tony asked.

“Compound #19 might be the only thing to keep you alive until they finish Compound #24,” the man said. “If you’d taken 16-D, you’d be fucked beyond redemption.”

“What happened to Compounds #20-23?” he asked.

“Better security,” the man said. “You need to come with us.”

Tony nodded. As he walked through the liviing room, he noticed that the men had gathered some of his clothes as well as Janice’s.

“Where’s my sister?” he asked again.

“Waiting for you,” the man said, pointing at a windowless van that was sitting in their driveway.

Tony climbed in to find Janice sitting on a bench wearing an orange jump suit like convicts wear. What alarmed Tony is that she was handcuffed and had a bag over her head. Before he could call out, he was put into his own hood and set of handcuffs. There was a faint odor of something—chloroform?—that caused Tony to instantly become woozy and calm. He remembered nothing more until his hood was suddenly removed and a bright light blinded him.

“Call me Mr. Smith,” said a soon-to-be-familiar voice. “Get used to it.”