The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It hadn’t been hard for Mrs. Winter to convince the boys to take their clothes off. At first, they’d been uncomfortable with the idea of doing it around each other, but at the promise of a ‘reward’, they were scrambling to strip. She had two naked young bucks standing in front of her almost instantly, desperately trying to avoid glimpsing the other’s exposed junk.

“Good-sized cocks,” she muttered to herself, struggling to make a decision. She pinched David’s ass firmly, and the young man jumped in shock. “Great tone…

“This is going to be tricky.”

Anthony and David didn’t want to do anything which would risk the fantasy ending and so they awkwardly stood as Mrs. Winter took a hard cock in each hand and pondered her options.

“I’ve got it,” she finally said with a smile, mischief dancing behind her eyes. “Kiss.”

After a few seconds of confused silence, Anthony was the first to respond.

“Each other?” he said hesitantly, and Mrs. Winter nodded.

“No way!” David said, a sinking feeling in his gut. He knew the opportunity of a life-time was in front of him….but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t press his lips against another man’s, even knowing what was at stake.

“I’m in.” Anthony replied coolly. He still didn’t understand what was going on, but he’d do anything to spend more time with the topless teacher in front of him.

“You can go,” Mrs. Winter said to David, clicking her tongue as he bent down to pick up his clothes. “I’ll keep those,” she added sternly, and—unwilling to disobey a teacher—David just nodded as he sadly left the room.

It wasn’t his lucky day; had he turned right instead of left, he would have encountered a horny Lily, prowling the halls, looking for someone to fuck. Instead, he ran for his locker, where he knew he had a spare letterman jacket.

“Now…” Mrs. Winter said, her attention wholly focussed on Anthony. “Tony, step into my office.”

“Anthony,” he said firmly, and a spark of excitement entered his teacher’s eyes.

“Anthony,” she drawled, grinning with delight as his cock pulsed.

This was going to be fun.

A chill came over Nicolette as her ex-boyfriend stared at her body. She’d been expecting a much more enthusiastic response—lust, passion, arousal. He was finally seeing her naked, something they both knew he’d wanted for a very long time.

Instead, he looked…bewildered. Disgusted, even.

Nicolette looked down, unsure of what his problem was. Each orgasm had further altered her body—her muscles had grown more pronounced, her breasts had flattened, and some veins had even become visible. She was starting to resemble a female bodybuilder, and the young cheerleader loved it.

I look great, she thought, confused. What’s his problem?

She continued undressing, taking over where Stewart had left off, hoping he would enjoy the grace of her movement, the new breadth of her shoulders, the way her thigh muscles met right below her pronounced pussy-mound.

What wasn’t to love?

Stewart, however, looked revolted and conflicted—he knew that he had to do the Lord’s work and fuck a baby into Nicolette, but his erection was already starting to wither. When he’d imagined his girlfriend naked, he’d pictured a slim, busty girl—not the muscular monstrosity who stood in front of him.

“Do it,” Nicolette hissed. “Fuck me…”

In an attempt to turn Stewart on, she flexed, showing off how incredibly toned her body was. There wasn’t an inch of fat on her—Nicolette knew her body would be perfectly fit to carry a child, and couldn’t understand why Stewart couldn’t see the same.

In response, Stewart just nodded and shut his eyes.

For the second time in twenty-four hours, Nicolette was being fucked by someone without even the slightest bit of sexual attraction to her. For the second time in twenty-four hours, she was completely unaware of this and loving the experience—her new muscles meant she could clamp right down on a cock, although Stewart’s surprised scream of pain told her she needed to refine that particular move.

As Stewart fucked her against the groundskeeper shed, Nicolette bellowed and grunted in joy. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her hard breast—he tried to resist, but she quickly overpowered him, rolling her head back with joy as he started unwillingly tweaking and pulling at her nipple.

The fireworks went off and Nicolette came, the walls of her cunt gripping Stewart’s cock tightly.

She was in heaven.

As her orgasm subsided, Nicolette began using her powerful legs to move her entire body up and down, trying to give Stewart as much pleasure as she could.

“Come for me, baby,” she said, her voice deep and husky. “Come inside me. Come inside Nicky…”

Stewart closed his eyes, but it didn’t matter. Everything about Nicolette repulsed him, and soon his erection had completely deflated.

“I can’t do this…” he muttered, and Nicolette glared at him, angry and confused.

“What??”

“I already came,” he lied, pulling his pants back up as Nicolette reached between her legs for a taste.

“No you didn’t!” she said, after swishing her own juices around her mouth for a few seconds, and in response Stewart began to run.

“Come back here!” she yelled, and ran after him, easily catching up with him. “Come back here and fuck me!”

“You’re a freak!” Stewart cried out, stopping Nicolette in her tracks. She fell to her perfectly-chiseled knees, naked in the middle of the football field, hurt and bewildered.

A freak? What was he talking about? She was a perfect specimen of woman—fit, and ready to bare children. She was horny—even though she’d already cum, her own orgasm was quickly becoming incidental. Her arousal was fuelled by her desire to get knocked up—she wanted a baby fucked into her.

She wouldn’t be sexually satisfied until it happened.

Nicolette sat on the soft grass, idly playing with her pussy as she mused on Stewart’s odd behavior. Almost five minutes passed before she could muster up the energy to return to her clothes. As she got dressed, she noticed that her orgasm had caused even more changes to the shape of her body—her breasts had shrunk again, more closely resembling pectoral muscles, and her abs were now clearly visible.

He must be crazy, she thought, sitting down on the grass once more. I’m a freaking hottie.

Anthony smiled as his teacher slowly pulled her panties down, revealing the last of her body. His excitement was visible and Mrs. Winter couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation.

It felt like it had been forever since she’d had a virile young teen inside her.

She couldn’t wait.

Slowly, cautiously, Anthony stepped towards her. He was nervous, but also wanted as much time as possible to drink in the sight of his naked teacher, practically vibrating with need. He’d imagined her body before, but it had never been this…perfect.

“Suck me,” he finally said, trying desperately not to mumble. Something told him Ms. Winter would enjoy being dominated, but—a virgin himself—Anthony wasn’t really sure how to achieve the effect.

His command seemed to have worked, and Anthony’s MILF teacher instantly dropped to her knees and lovingly took his cock into her mouth.

The teenage boy’s eyes rolled back in pleasure… her mouth was so warm, so wet, so beautifully talented. He had no idea of the specifics of what she was doing; all he knew was that it felt amazing, like she was sucking his soul out through his dick. At this rate, he knew it would be mere minutes before he came.

As Kristine worked on the eager student standing naked in her office, she couldn’t help but revel with pleasure—what they were doing was so wicked, but at the same time so right. This was what a good mother did, she reminded herself. This was for Brandi, for her beautiful daughter…but of course, that didn’t mean she couldn’t get some pleasure out of it as well.

Some of Mr. Foster’s instructions spread to Anthony as his gorgeous teacher fellated him, and he slowly realized his youth and inexperience wasn’t a drawback—it was a benefit. He was at his sexual peak, and that meant he was able to get it up over and over and over again, all thanks to his beautiful hairmones.

Hairmones? The word puzzled him, but he was quickly distracted as he felt his orgasm beginning to approach. He didn’t treat Ms. Winter delicately—he acted like a man, controlling her, taking the lead, instinctively knowing she’d love it.

Grabbing her hair, he started to roughly fuck her face. His teacher moaned with pleasure.

Her hand frantically rubbing between her legs, Kristine Winter got herself off, reaching orgasm at the same time as her young student came inside her mouth. Swallowing down his fertile seed, her legs twitched as pleasure swept over her whole body.

When her orgasm finally finished, she brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean, enjoying the shocked look on Anthony’s face as she did.

“Wow,” the young student said, stepping backward and leaning against the desk. “That was…wow.”

Mrs. Winter smiled.

“It doesn’t have to stop there, you know.”

Ah, youth. she thought as Anthony’s cock immediately began to rise in response to her suggestion. He’d just cum moments ago, and he was already able to go again. I don’t know how I ever lived without them…

No sooner had Nicolette put her clothes back on when she saw a strange sight—Brandi Winter, Protector of the Gateway, walking toward her wearing nothing above the waist but a bra and a sad face.

Nicolette would typically have taken this opportunity to make a snide comment…but for reasons she couldn’t explain, she knew she had to do something different, something more:

She had to help her friend.

Lily was there too, her arm around Brandi’s waist, her make-up smeared and her eyes occasionally glancing at Brandi’s exposed bra. She stood up as they approached, making Brandi jump in shock.

“Oh,” she said with a tired sigh. “You.”

“Don’t be like that,” Nicolette said, a pout on her face. “After all we’ve been through, don’t you think we’re past the petty rivalry?”

Brandi closed her eyes in exhaustion. After the day she’d had, the last thing she wanted was an oddly-athletic Nicolette trying to be friends.

She mentally began counting to ten. At seven, she stopped—she had to admit, Nicolette had a point.

“Sorry,” she said sincerely. “It’s just…it’s been a big day.”

Nicolette accompanied the two as they walked away from the school, glad for Brandi’s presence—it felt like it was the only thing stopping her from ripping Lily’s clothes off and making love to her right there in the football field.

As they jumped the fence and crossed a busy road near the school, however, Nicolette realized the urge was slowly fading. It was still there, but the further they travelled, the less intensely she felt the need to lock lips with the redhead.

I wonder why that is? she pondered, before glancing over and realizing Lily’s breasts seemed smaller than they had just a few minutes ago.

As Nicolette puzzled on this, Brandi told her new ‘friend’ exactly what kind of a day she’d had. Nicolette tuned back in and realized she had the perfect solution. As soon as Brandi’s tale of woe finished, she offered her advice.

“Mr. Foster?” Brandi repeated, a confused look on her face.

“I swear, he’s amazing. I was having some issues with Duncan, and he really helped. I know he’ll be perfect for you too. Trust me!”

Had Brandi been more alert, she would have detected the strange desperation in Nicolette’s recommendation. But she was bruised, exposed, and more tired than she’d been since the previous year’s final battle with the coven, and so instead of rehashing the counter-arguments she’d given Lily, Brandi just accepted Nicolette’s suggestion.

The three of them discussed relatively tame subjects until they finally reached Brandi’s house a bit over half an hour later. Brandi apologized for not inviting them in, and headed upstairs to run the hot bath she’d been dreaming of since leaving Michael’s apartment.

As soon as Brandi left, Lily and Nicolette froze. While the pull wasn’t as insistent as it had been previously, it was still present, and they slowly gravitated toward each other until their lips were locked and their hands exploring each other’s bodies.

Yes, Nicolette thought as she reached up Lily’s shirt. Definitely smaller…how odd.

Lily, meanwhile, was delighted by everything her groping hands encoutered. It was as though Nicolette’s entire body had changed—the cheerleader was almost as muscular as the Jackson twins, and they were both star athletes.

After a few minutes, however, both girls were surprised to discover neither of them felt like taking it much further. The attraction was undeniably there, but they’d both had more than their fair share of sex that day, and—for the first time since Nicolette’s visit to the counsellor’s office—were able to resist their urges, and pull away.

“That was nice,” Nicolette finally said, a shy smile on her face. Despite sleeping with two guys, she hadn’t truly felt wanted since the last time she and Lily had hooked up, and she realized that she’d missed it.

If only Lily could knock her up.

“It was,” Lily agreed. Exploring the changes to Nicolette’s body was an extremely sexy—and tempting—idea, but she knew it could wait. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course.”

The girls left in opposite directions, each thinking fond thoughts of the other, while Brandi slowly lowered herself into a hot bath, wondering if she could truly justify another night away from the graveyards.

It’s only two nights, she thought as she lowered herself into the tub. And if I see Mr. Whatsit tomorrow, I’ll be right as rain, ready to take down the demons of Antioch…