The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The largest of the sun’s crept high enough in the sky to throw a flood of light into Olly’s bedroom. He cursed and pulled a pillow over his head, before lumbering out of his bed and heading to the bathroom. He sat patiently waiting for nature to take its course. His elbows were planted on his knees allowing his head to be supported in his cupped hands. A couple of minutes later he wiped himself clean before scratching an annoying itch just below his ball’s. The tip of his middle finger dipped into a shallow wet opening; there were two immediate effects firstly he panicked, and secondly his libido soared unexpectedly.

Olly stood up quickly and unhooked a mirror from the wall, spreading his legs he slid the mirror between them. He stared intensely in the dim light, for sure there was a sunken patch pinker than the surrounding dark skin. Using his hands he pulled apart the grove between his balls and starfish and saw something more structured than a case of the rot. Puzzled by the development of the sore he ruffled his hair before rehanging the mirror. Man, I need to get a haircut soon Olly twisted his neck back and forth—yeah, he was looking good, surprisingly so after than last few days.

He slipped off his gown and started filling the sink, when he stood back up, he noticed how flabby his chest was looking. “You need sometime at the gym Olly boy—sweat off this fat”. After a wash and shave he started to feel human again. Coffee called, then a quick jog down to the gym, ah, Saturday once more. Olly picked up the tube of cream and slapped a palm full onto his groin. Ready for whatever the day held for him he walked out of the bathroom and headed for his closet. 10 minutes later and track suit duly donned he jogged away whistling tunelessly.

The bright blue hovercar eased itself into Cantabrian’s car park, after a bit of a hunt Junar found a space. As she stepped out of the gull wing door she smoothed her dress down, she had to look good today. Calling any emergency meeting at a weekend was never going to be popular. Never mind, popularity had never been a priority for her. She breezed her way into the conference room “Morning team, apologies I’m running a little late. I was here until the early hours working on the Glum project”.

A general grumble ran around the room which Junar ignored.

“We have an issue with one of our plebs. Olly, who was our dogsbody, has thrown a fit about the Glum project. I had expected that with his background, and level of intelligence he would not have a conscience. Unfortunately, he has. We need to terminate him as soon as possible”.

Davron stood and let his gravelly voice boom, “You mean you called us in here on a Saturday to terminate a contractor’s agreement with us. It’s hardly earth shattering news Junar!”

“No Davron, we need to terminate him; theatrically she sliced her right forefinger across her throat”.

Junar looked around at the circle of stunned faces. “Now team we have to decide how that is best done”.

Olly sweated hard as he went from the gym hall back to the changing rooms. He was very satisfied with his efforts; he nodded to one of the guys who he knew was a frequent user.

“Yo!", the acquaintance then stopped walking, “Man, can you smell that!” Olly sniffed hard.

“Nope, just the usual sweat and farts” Olly grinned.

The man sniffed once more, “It’s you, have you got some new deodorant? What is it? Smells good”.

Olly gave the guy a weary smile, he was just going say something cutting when he noticed just how ripped this guy was. Discretion was the better part of valour. “Nope, not me”, Olly walked hurriedly away. Olly kept his feelings thoughtful ‘Gee, I got to change my gym. I didn’t come here to get hit on!’

After a quick shower, he dressed and headed for the exit, as he past the reception desk he gave a quick wave. The girl ignored him, it looked like she was coping with a virus—just sniffing and snuffling away. Olly just shook his head and wandered back out onto the street. He thought about getting a coffee but hang it—it was much cheaper from his auto drink maker. Still cheerful, if a bit confused, he headed home.

The screen flashed twice in front of Junar and Koraks rough face slowly focussed in. “Lady Junar, you messaged me”. Koraks chuckled.

“I have no idea why you call me that...” Came the stiff reply.

“Oh, I dream that one day you will be my lady”. Koraks gave a signature crooked smile. Junar thought ‘Your dream is my nightmare Koraks’, yet she gave an unreserved seductive smile ‘I need to keep this beast tame...’

“So, Lady how can I assist you?” asked Koraks as smoothly as he could.

“I need to put the trash out. You know how it goes...” She winked.

“Well, I don’t do this personally, but I do know a few trashmen, Is it a big pile of rubbish?”

“No, it’s quite compact, namely Olly!” Her grimace was serious.

Koraks cracked a vicious grin “Oh my, I am very tempted to do this myself, alas it’s too risky. When is trash day?”

“As soon as possible”. Snapped Junar.

“Consider it done, number of credits to be deposited?”

“200,000 for a swift clearance job!”

“Agreed! Nice working with you again Lady. Perhaps next time we can work more closely on things”. Koraks leered into the screen before stopping transmission.

Junar shuddered with revulsion at his slimy proposal. She stood and walked down the corridor to Davron’s office. She knocked once and opened to door without waiting for a reply. Junar spoke a few words “Contract is agreed, cost 200,000 credits as per our joint decision”. Davron just nodded briefly, before waving his hand to dismiss his visitor.

“Oh, Junar—wait for a reply from me next time, before you crash into my office”.

Junak fumed as she walked away from Davron’s office, just who did he think he was, she was the brains behind the Glum project. As she approached the goods bay, she sensed a very familiar scent. Alarm bells rang immediately, she put on a spurt and was surprised upon arrival to see someone leaning over Glum’s cage. “Don’t! She called out”, the figure turned and revealed himself as Marek; he was sporting a very tented protrusion in his trousers.

“You should know better than this! You have been briefed on the Glum issues...” Growled Junak.

Marek, just blinked, “It was the smell; I couldn’t help but follow my nose...”

“Get out Marek, you are suspended go, take some time out. Now!”

The crestfallen storeman rushed off. Junar walked over to the cage “Glum I need to sedate you, this is getting serious”.

Junar went to the first aid box and extracted a syringe and lent into the cage to reach Glum’s arm. Glum pulled its arm away; this gave Junar a view of its other hand that was gripping and masturbating a hideously swollen clitoris. One second later an expected stream of cum erupted that flew upwards directly into Junar’s face. Spluttering, the scientist shoved the needle into Glum’s neck and pressed down hard on the plunger.

Standing up, Junar threw the empty syringe down, wiping as much of Glum’s ejaculate off her face as she could. Dishevelled and dripping, she made her way into the ladies room. She washed her face vigorously and dried it in the IR mask accessory. As she went to leave, she felt an odd shooting pain between her legs, shoving her hand under her skirt, she felt an unfamiliar bulge in her panties; the effect of fingers bumping against it was immediate—she was flushed with sexual desire. Shocked she staggered into the nearest cubicle, shut the door and ripped off her panties.

Sitting on the rim of the toilet she spread her legs and gazed down; it was impossible, it was not her clitoris that was enlarged. The protrusion was sited above her labia, experimentally she gripped the stalk between her thumb and forefinger. She bucked against a blast of desire, and this encouraged the small glans to pop out from the surrounding foreskin. Wide eyed and mouthed she stared as a drop of precum glistened before sliding down the expanding shaft.

Junar screamed.

Olly was relaxing by watching the second episode of ‘Porn girls in hell’ when there was an unexpected caller on his intercom. He cursed, then turned off the video wall before walking to the door. On the vidscreen he eyed the caller, it was a guy in a black suit wearing stylish shades. He looked like the Tax man...

“Hello, can I help you?” Olly asked as he pressed the button for the outside viewer.

“Sure, Miss is Olly Fluka in?”

“Nah, he left here a month ago, leaving no forwarding address. I think it was a bit of a moonlight flit”. Olly lied smoothly.

“Sorry to disturb you Miss, can you confirm you are the sole occupant please?” The black suit asked.

“Yes sure, I am all alone.” Olly replied.

The suited man spun on his heels and vanished from the viewer, well Tax man or not that worked well. Turning off the vidscreen Olly headed back to the couch. He idly wondered just how virulent this virus was, the suit had been sniffing constantly. As he slumped on the couch the videowall started up again, but the interruption had lost him the mood. Olly made another coffee instead and then walked over to his quantum ’puter, quickly he transferred the video image from the intercom. A face recognition search brought up a a greyed out name, occasional contractor, Korak Industries.

Olly sat back as two words flew through his mind ‘contractual terminator’. He was just about to run to the bedroom and pack, when he spotted the other image from the vidscreen. He clicked on it and an enlarged woman’s face appeared, he ran a quick recognition; Jane Doe, unknown visitor to Pod TC -10001601. Olly changed the direction of his run—straight into the bathroom. In the mirror Jane Doe stared back at him blankly.

He ripped the mirror from the wall and slung it between his legs, shrugging off his pyjama bottoms he hauled his ‘gear’ out of the way and saw a perfectly formed pussy sitting between his shrunken balls and arsehole. At once the pieces fell in place; ‘Miss’, Glum, Junar’s questions and ‘flexible sexuality’. Damn! He was a now a ruddy mutant!

With a revised body and purpose ‘Jane’ Fluka dashed to the bedroom to pack.

As the water swirled generously around Junar she breathed deeply and tried to meditate. It was hard to let go; since the discovery in the ladies loo her heart rate had not yet returned to normal. She had done the unheard of for her, and taken a day’s sick leave. She closed her eyes once more, just as her mobile rang.

“What I’m sick today! Why are you calling me?” She snarled.

Koraks dulcet tones showed some sympathy, “Sorry to hear that, Lady. However, I need to update you... My messenger visited the pod, but the bird has flown—Olly left there a month ago. Apparently, a girl is the new occupant. Unfortunately, he left no forwarding address”.

“Oh, you idiots! That will have been him, he’s had a dose of GLUM nanites. Now he really will have flown the nest!".

“Sorry, you’ve lost me—Olly is not he, but she—how is that possible so quickly?”

“Never mind, I will track his credit profile, he/she must be stopped! They know too much”.

“I can attempt to find her for you, but it will cost”. Added Koraks.

Junar exploded, “Cost me, cost me—you have received 200,000 credits for nothing so far. Considering your contractors idiocy, I need the credits returned to Cambridge Labs post haste!” She screamed.

The line went dead. Far from being relaxed Junar fumed at others incompetence.

To worsen her mood the glans of her new penis managed to break the surface of the bubbling water at that precise moment. “My god, I have another stiffy”, she tried to coax her erection down mentally, but that failed. To calm her new knobs persistent ardour, she began to jerk it up and down in a repetitive hand motion. Soon the blue water around her was supplemented by a swirling patch of white, Junar rested her head back on the edge of the jacuzzi and let out a frustrated, miserable sigh. Really, could things get any worse.

After a long journey across the skies of Thurgenia the shuttle landed in the remote town of Gullakia. a part of the city state of Myreena. It had been a tiring flight. Unfortunately, the shuttle was not full, and Jane had a spare seat beside her. The effect of that was a constant stream of both sexes that came and sat beside her trying to chat her up. All of them seemed to have this virus, as their conversation was interrupted by constant sniffing and snuffling.

To avoid this, she started the pretence of sleep, this worked well, until an adventurous man started to gently caress her breasts. Jane responded with rapid slap to his face, stopping his unwanted investigation. After she complained to the steward, she was able to relax for the last part of the flight.

She had booked into a ‘three sun’ rated hotel on the towns ring road, as it was a short stroll from the shuttle pad. The receptionist was most accommodating, offering to guide her to the door of her room. Once in the lift Nina, the receptionist breathed in deeply, and turned her head towards Jane,

“What is that perfume you are wearing? You must tell me its name”.

Finally, the penny dropped with Jane! It was not a virus at all; it was a ‘gift’ from the Glum. Olly had smelt something seductive just before the mutant had assaulted him at the oasis. Damn, it had to be one of those chemical aphrodisiac things; now with the effect of the mutation her ‘flower’ emitted the attractant!

“I’m sorry but it is an exclusive brand—not on the market yet. Soon enough, I expect you will hear of Glum” Jane replied.

“Shame, but what an odd name”. Mused Nina.

“Well, when you get off reception. I can give you more information on Glum, if you want...” Asked Jane in a low voice.

“Sure, I will pop by around—8 or so this evening?” cooed Nina.

By this time, they were at Jane’s door.

“See you later then”. Said Jane as she entered the room.

“It’s a date”, Nina whispered in Jane’s ear.