The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Tegan Stone woke up with an angry start. After squirming out of the sleeping Kasumi’s embrace, the Goddess dismissed the thickly-layered covers with a casual one-armed push, sending them flying against the opposite wall. She stormed out of her room, violet eyes glowing, mouth curled up, stiffly striding down two hallways, totally naked and not giving two fucks about it. Tegan pushed in a huge, steel-reinforced door and flicked on all the lights.

Miranda was asleep in there, nude herself, drooling lightly on an equally zonked Nerissa’s sheer-nightgown-covered boobs. Tegan grabbed Miranda and shook her, not stopping even when Miranda looked half-awake, until the soft-eyed girl spoke, calm as ever.

“Good morning, my Goddess. Do you need something?”

“Yeah. Okay. Something is wrong with my sister. Her brain patterns are fucked and she’s not fully patched in and I think she’s suffering, and she’s my fucking sister and just — fix this, please, Miranda. Fix my Amelia. You’ve got patience, and right now I don’t.“

Tegan’s necklace was inside-out, the Ruby pointing at her own sternum for safety. She finger-authenticated and undid the latch on her necklace, taking out the Ruby. Miranda gasped and she quivered in mini-orgasm as she looked at it, but when she didn’t go into trance, Tegan’s thrall knew what was up. She was being given the thing to use. Root access to her own leashmistress, Princess Amelia. Her doe-eyes went wider and she made a soft choking sound.

“Yes. Take it. You know how. Fix her.”

Miranda solemnly accepted the Ruby, the Source that was Tegan’s very essence, and in a way her own. She had never touched it before, but Tegan was right that Miranda knew how to use it. Mostly. She was linked strongly enough with the Source, as she had to be, to take care of the Princess.

And that’s what I’ll do. My self-doubt is unimportant. I have a duty and I will fulfill it. For Princess Amelia and for Goddess Tegan.

Miranda put on a brave face. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you. And sorry for snapping a bit, I just, I can’t–“

“I understand. It’s okay.” Miranda hugged her owner, gently, rocking slightly. Unconsciously, her body emitted extra warmth and pheromones. She cooed melodically, desperate to calm Tegan down.

After a long moment, Tegan was breathing almost normally again, and tapped Miranda on the shoulder. The thralldoll let go.

“That helped.”

Miranda smiled widely, in expectation. Tegan smiled, too, though her huge breasts still quivered slightly with her rage and fear.

“Good girl.”

She whimpered and bit her lip in anticipation. Then her eyes rolled and she softly moaned as the massive servitude-orgasm hit.

“Okay, then. I’m going to go take out my frustration on Kasumi-slut. See you soon, and good luck.”

Miranda managed to nod through the orgasm-fog. As her Goddess left and the pleasure began to fade, she was aware — hazily, at first, and then with greater and greater clarity — of a plan.

Amelia Stone’s eyes blinked open, and she was suddenly awake, in a huge room with soft light.

She felt weird, and sweaty, and disoriented, and just not-great; and it was hard to think at all. After a few seconds a stab of headache-pain hit, and she remembered last night’s show. She must have gotten drunk as fuck from all that nanowine. It was no wonder she felt weird. She grumbled to herself, and rolled over to grab a bit more beauty sleep. Or, rather, she tried, and found her arms restrained by thick, coarse rope.

“Hey, what the fuck! Someone get me out of these!” She’d gotten drunk, yeah, but not go-to-bed-in-bondage level drunk. She didn’t think so, anyway.

“I’m sorry, dear,” came a warm voice from behind Amelia. Miranda. My favorite doll. She takes care of me. “You were thrashing in your sleep. With your strength, you could have trashed the room.“

Amelia’s golden-skinned attendant gave her princess a kiss on the forehead. It felt cold against her skin.

“Ugh, I think I have a fever,” she groaned.

Miranda nodded, her eyes sad. “Oh, that’s awful, love. Well, just try to relax, and get your rest, okay? I’ll stay here with you till you get better . . . Now, let’s get you out of these ropes.” She made a soft whistle-signal. Thereupon a grinning black-furred neko leapt up from the shadowy floor, bounded onto the bed, and carefully cut through the ropes with her sharp teeth, doing no damage.

“Thanks, Kitty,” said Amelia. She smiled, for the first time, to see her pet. She used to be a girl at school, named Lily. She liked kitties, and I liked her. Then she got very sick, and had to leave school. But Tegan fixed her and gave her to me. I love Big Sis and I love my pet!

Kitty grinned, and they rubbed noses, just like old times. The catgirl licked Amelia’s face, triggering a moan, as memories of the black cat’s glorious tongue during the dream-show rushed in. Kitty retracted her claws and began pawing Amelia’s stomach, softly stroking the dollish girl in just her underwear, unconcerned for anything because her kitty was atop her, making her feel good. Amelia’s fever left her mind, as they kissed, giggling, both of them girlishly happy.

But suddenly Miranda’s hot breath was in her ear.

“Sorry, love, but I need to wash you up. Your Big Sis wouldn’t want you all sweaty, now. Let your Miranda give you a shower, will you? Or maybe a nice, intimate sponge bath?”

Amelia shook her head, dazedly petulant. “Feels good here . . . don’t wanna . . .”

Miranda briefly pouted. Well, I guess it’s time. She calmly retrieved the Ruby from an inside pocket in her nightgown and shoved the gem right in front of Amelia’s face. The dark-haired princess shuddermoaned, nearly orgasming, before going entirely slack and blank-faced, eyelids drooping.

Miranda remembered what the influence of the Ruby had felt like. It was like her personality, her memories, her experiences were floating above her, unmoored. She’d seemed only loosely connected to her body. Even her name felt changeable. All that had remained was her fierce love and unquestioning loyalty to Goddess Tegan.

Seeing her awe-inspiring leashmistress in that state would be strange, and hard. But a good thrall had to persevere. She had to save her Princess.

Miranda took Amelia’s hand, and waited.

After a moment, the doll spoke. “[how may this thrall serve you]” monotoned the voice from Amelia’s lips, that was and was not Amelia.

Miranda paused for a long moment, trying not to squirm. She hadn’t expected this to make her possessive, and . . . warm. Sexy. Intoxicated.

She wouldn’t surrender to those feelings, either. She had a job to do.

“How do you feel?” asked Miranda, standardly.

“[horny wet programmable for mistress]” responded doll-Amelia, as she ought. Miranda put the Ruby next to her, on the bed.

“And what is your, umm . . . operating condition?”

“[overheated otherwise parameters nominal]“

Miranda took a guess, and pressed.

“Are you overheated due to excessive use of your dollbrain?”

“[yes for that reason]“

Miranda nodded. She’d more or less expected that. Perhaps a dose of nano-silver and all would be fine. Perhaps.

Then she noticed that Amelia’s hand was getting cooler.

“Is that excessive dollbrain use, is it occurring currently?”

“[no it is not presently occurring]“

Well, what had Miranda done by using the Ruby? She’d turned off Amelia’s . . . well, her personality and memories . . .

Oh shit.

“Is the overheating a problem involving your wetbrain, your human brain?”

“[yes the wetbrain in this body is very difficult to synch to proper obedience and personality this dollbrain must constantly write new memories and insert thoughts]“

“How long has your dollbrain been running?”

“[since six point two six four three three hours before present]“

Okay what.

Amelia was most definitely not a new doll. Miranda had memories going back years of serving the Princess. She remembered her own capture, with Amelia present the whole time. And, of course, that entire time, right up to this morning, Tegan fiercely, burningly loved her sister.

So what the hell had happened? Maybe there had been some horrible mishap while she was sleeping, and the dollbrain had to be replaced? But not much could go wrong with dollbodies that she knew of. So that was almost inconceivable. But any alternative she could think of was, well, uncomfortable.

Miranda thought for a while before asking the next question. Doll-Amelia remained statue-still, her unblinking violet eyes firmly fixed on Miranda.

“Was there another dollbrain installed in Amelia before you?”

“[i am sorry mistress i do not know]“

Silly. Of course doll-Amelia wouldn’t know. She only knew obedience and her programmed goals. Doll-Amelia wouldn’t know if there was an accident, or some huge conspiracy. She wouldn’t know if Miranda had fake memories. And that was possible. Miranda had actually asked her Goddess for memories of growing up as Tegan’s doll, infiltrating her family, and stealing away to be back with her owner.

Those were pleasant memories. The thought that maybe Miranda’s whole universe was created a few hours ago was not so pleasant.

Miranda sighed. It was also an unprovable thought, and silly. She would have to get help letting such thoughts flow out of her. But not now. She refocused one last time on the task at hand.

“Okay, do you expect to reach full sync with your wetbrain at some point?”

“[yes assuming previous conditions in approximately 2.4 to 3.4 hours ninety five percent confidence interval]“

That was much longer than Tegan would tolerate, but, wait . . .“Would it help you reach sync quicker if I gave Amelia a cool sponge bath?“

“[yes roughly 90 percent quicker]“

“Good. Let’s do that. Make sure she enjoys it.”

[i will make sure amelia will enjoy the bath to her highest limits mistress]

“Very good.”

Even blissed-out and blank, Amelia’s violet eyes were compelling. So were her cute nose and puffy pink-tinged lips. Miranda couldn’t help herself anymore. She’d been up too long without a kiss, and she might never see doll-Amelia up close again. Miranda sensed no one would mind if she took a liberty or two with the blank-eyed version of her Princess. Not when the brown-eyed thrall had done her job so well.

She leaned in, bringing her soft brown eyes close to Amelia’s, aggressive lips on the smaller girl’s mouth, her tongue invading the doll’s warm mouth. One hand palmed a breast, and began to tease the doll’s nipple. Amelia-doll made no noise but her nipple hardened appealingly. Miranda moved down to brush the nipple against her lips, preparing to suckle. Still the doll remained silent.

At that moment, Miranda began feeling uncomfortable. She remembered how much sexual pleasure she always got from hearing her Princess’s cries of joy. It felt weird, empty, to tease and suckle her without any sort of response. Besides, she still had to turn Amelia’s wetbrain on for the bath. That, too, was sure to be fun.

Miranda retrieved the Ruby from her side, and twined Amelia’s twinminds back together.

Tegan panted and moaned, leaning against Kasumi’s huge bulk, the Goddess’s gargantuan strap-on draped wetly across her leg. That silver beast of a tool was specially built to bypass Kasumi’s normal tolerance — to make the giantess scream with astounding pleasurepain, just as Tegan would scream whenever the newly-modified Kasumi bearhugged her or squeezed Tegan’s pelvis between her huge thighs. They had been coupling furiously, desperately, for the last half-hour, Tegan not normally a masochist but needing the strength of the pain to unthink her bad thoughts. Neither was sweating, but Tegan’s exhaustionhaze was, at last, beginning to soften her despair about what happened to her pet, her princess, her little sister.

Suddenly, Tegan found a memory. She had been showing Miranda her huge doll-workshop. She wasn’t sure when. Amidst dozens of others, Amelia was there, blank-faced, the main part of her dollbrain removed. Tegan was preparing to demonstrate her work to Miranda by adding a bit of weight to Amelia’s ass. Simple enough, and something her sister could have endured awake, if Tegan hadn’t wanted to show off.

Sadly, Miranda was more massively distracted than usual by her owner’s beauty. She’d promptly fallen into a table. Thereupon several dollbrains, calibrated and uncalibrated, fell on the floor. Tegan had followed their paths at first, but Miranda, trying to be helpful, stated putting the small metal cuboids back in the wrong order. Tegan had given Miranda one hell of a spanking for the screw-up, and then, laboriously, tried to put everything back together.

Apparently she’d not done it right. Amelia’s dollbrain ended up in the wrong body, and the wrong dollbrain ended up in Amelia’s body. But the Source had noticed, and was even now rewriting those dollbrains, reconstructing and recalibrating them, as best it could, to their proper state. The Source and the dolls were working together to fix the problem, and Tegan knew it would soon be solved.

A few of those details felt a bit wrong, but Tegan had long since learned not to question these sudden revelations. The Ruby worked in mysterious ways, but those ways had always proven successful. Tegan was crafting an almost-perfect paradise with the aid of the Ruby and its spawn, the nanomaterials and the Source. Soon, all of New Bristol would be under her control, and much happier for it. But even now, she had it damn good. The Goddess had her mansion, her pets, and most important, she was about to get her sister back.

Tegan found herself grinning widely, and exhaling. She felt a million pounds lighter. It would all be okay. Of course it would be. She was Tegan Stone. She always won.

The Goddess kissed Kasumi deeply, and sent her out back to fetch some more green nanoberries, so Tegan’s cute bruiser could undo her own pain-modifications. Tegan watched her girlfriend-slash-bodyguard’s massive thighs ripple as she left, and half-wanted to stay with her. But, no. Right now, Rampaging Fuckgoddess Tegan Goddamned Stone was going to go downstairs, get Eryn to fix her some breakfast, and wait, no doubt briefly, for her sister.

The bathroom was stunningly luxurious — a palace in marble, its centerpiece an enormous polished-onyx tub, almost a pool, that could accommodate dozens of girls. But only two were inside, their forms silhouetted against a partition of cloudy glass, lightly caressed by a thin mist of cool rain from the sprinklers up above. Soft music played in the background, obscuring all but Amelia’s loudest moans.

Inside, water slowly trickled in from crevices in all four corners of the bathtub, matching the outflow from a small drain. The water, though clear, smelled floral, with a whiff of berries. Amelia was melting with the beauty of it all, and the stunning sensations, and the berries — Amelia vaguely remembered a carefully hidden garden out back, and girls in flowery dresses weeding it. The berries always made her feel good.

So did Miranda. Her sweet smile; her golden skin; her soft, cuddly body. Amelia felt a little overwhelmed being so close to such a breathtaking beauty. Probably a sign of her sickness, Amelia thought. Soon she’d get accustomed to her, and to this house, where she belonged. Accustomed to Miranda, too. Amelia felt especially close to the doe-eyed girl, somehow. . .

She lost her train of thought as Mira shifted her sponge, pressing hard into her thigh half-underneath the water. That spot, as always, triggered a heartflutter and a moan. Gawd, Miranda pushed such buttons.

“Gaaaawdess, do you ever know how to, nnnngh, take care . . .”

Miranda backed off a bit, to let her Princess talk. “Of course I do. I’m your Mira, Princess.” I call her Mira? Oh yeah, of course. “I don’t even know how many times we’ve showered together, slept together.“

“Yeah, I remember some of that, and you being my girlfriend at school, and everything, but there’s still so much shit missing, and sometimes it just doesn’t seem right, I guess, like I don’t have the same familiarity with you, or even with myself, and stuff . . . ”

“You’ll still a bit sick, dear. It’s okay. You’ll come around. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

“Yeah, like you waited for me . . . shit, I just remembered a thing!” Amelia’s violet doll-eyes visibly brightened.

“A good thing?”

Amelia smiled. “Oh yes, about you, and meeting you, and . . . just give me a second to relive it, thrall, and we can play some more, and maybe see if your tongue feels as good as your sponge . . .”

“Good plan, Princess.”

It was a warm summer evening at Sydney World, the reddish sun just starting to sink beneath the palms. Amelia ran, following her big sister’s calls. Soon enough, Amelia saw their target. She was leaning against one of the trees, looking indecisive. Also looking very hot, with her ponytail and her soft brown eyes and her shapely butt in very tight khaki shorts.

“You got her! How is she, Teegs?” Amelia grinned.

“She ditched her parents,” said Tegan, teasingly reporting the fact as if she had nothing to do with it. “They had an argument and she said she was 18 now, that she had money and a place to stay, and didn’t need their fucked-up worldview in her life. Though now she’s having second thoughts.”

Amelia giggled. “No, I think she was quite right the first time. Can we bring her home now?”

“Anything for my sis. Oh, her name was Rosa, but I’ve rebaptized her Miranda.”

“Cool name. Can I call her Mira for short?”

A grin. “Hey, kid, you found her. You can call her whatever you want. Cutie.”

Tegan gave her little sis a quick hug, and then beckoned to Miranda to follow. The olive-complected girl did so, now looking confidently happy, as if she’d recently won a big prize. Which, of course, she had.

Amelia wanted to take their prey on a few rides, but they might shake the soon-to-be doll out of her trance. Sadly, they couldn’t use the Ruby while Miranda was still human. So Tegan got out a water bottle full of berrywine, and made Miranda drink it as the three girls walked along the promenade and held hands. Tegan whispered instructions as they went, and eventually brought a temporarily mindwiped Miranda half out of trance, so she could actually have reactions.

The doll first gave Amelia, then Tegan, quick kisses, and gushed for a bit about how much she loved her two owners. From then on, she was casually affectionate, often brushing against Amelia or putting her arm around her, but nothing that would get them kicked out of the park. For a while, Amelia walked in the middle, holding her Big Sis’s hand and her new pet’s hand at the same time, which put the young Princess on perma-blush setting. It was all very fun, and very teasing, considering how hot Miranda was, and how many jealous stares the three girls got. Amelia’s heart burned for the moment when they could make Miranda their own.

After the triad got off their fifth rollercoaster, Miranda screaming and laughing and sweating as much as anyone else, the Stone sisters finally decided to leave the park. As they approached the turnstiles, an older man and woman stood in their way, anger and sadness mixing in their expressions.

“Rosa, we’ve been looking all over!” the woman nearly shouted. “This foolishness must stop. You must return to your family.”

“You know your mother didn’t– didn’t really mean what she said about your personal, ah . . . love choices,” said the man, heavily, his eyes darting nervously between Miranda and the two muscular girls flanking her. He looked especially wary of Tegan, who stood a head taller than anyone around.

Miranda just laughed. “I have no fucking idea who you are.”

The woman drew back as if slapped. Her husband just shook his head sadly.

Amelia laughed darkly at the scene. Miranda had delivered her line perfectly. Then both parents made the mistake of looking up into Amelia’s sparkling violet eyes. After a few seconds, and a few whispers from the Stone sisters, they forgot the whole encounter. They left, swearing to themselves that they would be more tolerant and make amends, still hoping they’d see their daughter one day, but not expecting it. As much as she’d enjoyed their pain in the moment, she had a good heart, like Big Sis always said.

Miranda and her owners went through the same turnstile in single file, and tried to overtake their departing hotel shuttle. Plenty of onlookers stole glances at the girls’ jiggling boobs and bulging calves as they ran past rows of floodlights, making it on in the end only because the driver stopped to see what all the fuss was about. There were no such distractions for the trio once they got inside the resort. The staff saw beautiful people every day, and they’d all been introduced to the sisters’ special eyes, besides.

When they got to their suite, Miranda looked nervous, and a little scared. Amelia, anticipating, ran to get the towels and place them on the floor of the mini-living room.

“Do you miss your parents?” asked Tegan.

“I . . . uh . . . no, Goddess. I love you now.”

Hesitation; they’d better hurry.

“Miranda, please stop thinking, then drink this, then take off your clothes, then get on the towels Goddess Amelia just set down, then sleep.”

“Okay, Goddess Tegan.” A blank-faced Miranda took the bottle of berry wine, drank it as quickly as she had the first, rapidly stripped, carefully arranged herself on the towels, and almost instantaneously was asleep. Amelia gasped and blushed at how beautiful Miranda looked like this, prone and calm, in her last moments before dollhood.

Tegan and Amelia carried over two suitcases, heavy even for them, and moved some furniture out of the way to set them down. Quickly, Amelia got out the phial of silver nanoconversion fluid, which would turn Miranda’s body into a sculptable dollbody. Tegan pinched Miranda’s nose and held her mouth open while Amelia dispensed her new doll’s medicine. It quickly spread to all parts of Miranda’s body: creating a small metal dollbrain to guide her human one, vastly improving her muscles and organs, and giving her skin a slight, almost unnoticeable plastickly sheen.

When said sheen finally reached her subject’s toes, Amelia said so, then touched a spot on Miranda’s forehead with the Ruby. It glowed blue, brightly for a quarter-second, then much more dimly. That showed that Miranda was both dollified, and ready to receive commands from an authorized superior. Meanwhile, Tegan had the nanopaint out, and was coating her hands with a slurry of green nanoberries, the kind that could reshape dollbodies without hurting them.

Of course, the security chief would discard all this footage without a second thought, like his owners told him to.

Amelia tried to listen while Tegan imprinted herself on Miranda’s dollbrain and gave it suggestions, but the machine code flew above her head, and she could hardly stop looking at Miranda’s soft, peaceful, sexy face. She picked up fragments, though, of Tegan’s dark, confident voice, proclaiming new truths: “. . . name is Miranda, last name is unimportant . . . you’ve never loved or fucked a boy, never even fantasized, and you never will . . . belong to Goddess Tegan and Princess Amelia . . . Amelia’s girlfriend and companion, constantly thinking of new ways to please . . . always warm and kind to her . . . when Amelia calls you Mira it’s like your heart skips a beat, it’s so lovely . . .”

Amelia looked over to see how her new girlfriend was coming along. She shivered at how stunningly hot Tegan was making her. Miranda was pushing six feet tall now, with firmer muscles, unblemished skin, and her muff trimmed into a heart shape. Her eyes, now open, were a bit wider, her already very kissable lips a bit lusher. But one big thing was still missing.

“Hey, I wanna make her boobs bigger!”

Tegan looked thoughtful. “Well, I kind of like them the way they are . . .” She held her serious face for a moment longer, before bursting out in giggles. Amelia smacked her with a couch pillow, and Tegan hit back, and they were both laughing hard now at how adorable it all was.

“I knew it. My Big Sis would never settle for little handfuls,” Amelia managed between giggle-paroxysms. “Fuck, yours are so huge I think their cup size is somewhere in the Greek alphabet.”

“Hey, I did reduce mine a little for the trip. And yours aren’t much smaller.” Tegan playfully groped her sister’s boobs, and Amelia groped back, and they shared a sweet gigglekiss over Miranda’s in-progress body. After a long moment, they returned to their tasks. Amelia took over as sculptrix, slowly increasing the doll’s boobflesh, while Tegan added new commands, each expanding Miranda in a different way, like waves lapping on the shore as high tide rolls in.

“Wow, oh fuck, she’s really . . . Big Sis loves me so much and I . . . gosh, Mira, you’re so hooooottttt . . .”

Amelia was almost drooling by the time her eyes fluttered open and she felt Miranda cuddled up next to her in the flesh, moaning, besotted, about how her owners had shaped her, and how lucky she was to be found by her Princess and live in the House and be so connected and in such bliss. And Amelia’s heart went all aflutter and she blushed when she realized that her Mira was reliving the same memory Amelia had found, the one that had bound them so tightly, a bond they would never, ever give up.

And Miranda’s eyes were opening, and she whispered, “I want you,” and Amelia blushed and grinned and said, “Come and get me, lover,” so Miranda did. Her lips were warm and soothing and huge and slickly perfect, and the teen princess let Mira’s tongue in at first, before pushing back with her own, exploring her lover’s mouth. They were almost the same height, Miranda very slightly taller, and their bodies fit snugly together. Sensitive breastflesh pressed hard together, making the two girls moan in unison.

Miranda withdrew slickly from her owner’s mouth and kissed down Amelia’s neck and across her clavicle. She saw Amelia’s amethyst eyes burning like a fire and knew what to expect, but still yelled in delighted surprise when Amelia clawed into her ass. Only a Goddess-sister could draw Miranda’s silver blood, which ran down the drain, to be filtered and reused. Only a Goddess-sister could give Miranda this kind of fire. Her adorable owner cutely suckled Mira’s nipples while groping her ass like she wanted to destroy it.

Then Amelia started spanking her, drawing more releaseful yells and grinding Miranda’s mons against her younger owner’s, and after the eleventh or twelfth time Miranda was well over the edge and screamed in delight but had enough instinct to jam two fingers up her owner’s pussy and thrust roughly. And Amelia was cutely grunting and oohing while her Mira was moaning long and dark as she slowly descended, even as she urged Amelia forward.

Amelia’s pet knew her Princess actually got off on kisses as much as anything, so when Amelia was grabbing onto her, Miranda uncoordinatedly managed on the third try to land a kiss, and Amelia bit down on her Mira’s lip and then squealed and came and grabbed Miranda painfully tight as she was in the state of otherworldly super-bliss she’d programmed for herself, with nothing to interrupt it, and not likely to come down for minutes or more. But the Princess was still hugging, even as her tongue hung out and her eyes rolled back, and Mira hugged her lover too, thrilled to be able to share something so special with her. And, though her owner would have put an ordinary girl in the hospital with her strength and enthusiasm, Miranda’s dollbody had swiftly and totally healed.

When at last Miranda saw her lover’s eyes blink back to awareness, Amelia’s eyes sparkled. She’d found even more new memories, about different kinds of bonds, and what other sorts of playtime they could enjoy together.

“Thrall. Mira-bitch. Know where your leash is?”

Miranda shuddered, her eyes glazing over with a new layer of animal lust. Her yes was like a howl.

The younger Stone sister and her inamorata descended the stairs, Miranda entirely in black leather, Amelia in a sort of goth version of a Catholic schoolgirl uniform. Thanks to nanopaint and other doll-exclusive styling techniques, Amelia’s black lips looked immaculate, as did the small braids setting off her wavy hair, and Miranda’s ponytailed, purple-dyed mane. Both girls fell easily inside the school dress code, even with their six-inch platforms. The studded leash around Miranda’s neck wasn’t yet kosher, but with Tegan’s help, it was only a matter of time.

Atop the large, cherrywood kitchen table, the girls saw doughnuts, pastries, all kinds of juice and fruit, and the creamy milk that only the two Goddess-sisters knew came from their own boobs. It all looked delicious, and Amelia knew, as a doll, she could eat whatever she wanted without altering her comely shape. She wasn’t sure what time it was, or what day, but the sun hadn’t quite risen yet. School was optional for Goddesses, anyway.

The table was surrounded by a padded, round booth, which connected to the ceiling and was open on one side. Tegan was sitting in her usual middle seat, leaning against her equally hulky favorite, Kasumi, who was wearing a yellow sundress and hat and smelled like grass and berries. The sharp, mega-cute girl with the pixie cut and glasses, Eryn, was running around the kitchen, efficiently getting the new arrivals coffees and plates, and decanting a ton of milk into Amelia’s as she liked it. Kitty was in the background, doing dishes, flipping some in-progress eggs, and nuzzling awake various House-girls who were strewn across the living room, passed out with faces in each others’ snatches. Pretty pet Mira, at an absent tug of her leash, was cuddling Amelia, smelling of leather and berries, totally enraptured.

In all that bustle, amidst all that luscious flesh, Amelia was only really looking at Tegan.

Big Sis Tegan, who was wearing the same black lipstick and sexy uniform she’d given her Goddess-sister. It was tighter on her, a size too small, the top three buttons undone to show off the jaw-dropping cleavage that Amelia so liked to bury her face in and nuzzle.

Big Sis Tegan, who was looking at her with this huge goofy grin on her face like a lottery winner, smiling just as wide as her sister.

They went for each other at the same time, and bumped knees in their haste, but then Tegan had Amelia’s head in her hands and brought her to a kiss, and it was fucking glorious, with all the stars and fireworks as their first kiss, when Tegan first made her sister. She hadn’t told Amelia of her dollhood at first, but when she finally found out, and even when she knew Tegan was a doll, too, it didn’t matter one bit. Because Tegan was her sister, dammit, and their family was as real as any other, and as sisters and lovers they fit just perfectly. Just like her boobs fit against Tegan’s and her lips so smoothly accepted her older sister’s invading tongue and Big Sis’s strong arms made her feel so warm and loved.

Tegan finally drew back, laughing in delight. “Fuck, I can’t even believe . . . like . . . you’re so awesome, you know, sis?”

“Yeah, so are you, sis . . .”

And when Amelia, eventually, shook her gaze free, she saw that no one else was eating, and everyone was just looking at the two Goddess-sisters with the same sort of awestruck lust Amelia and Tegan had. Amelia giggled in delight, loving how perfectly attuned the whole House was, until she heard a chewing noise on her right.

“Dmnmt?” Tegan cheerily offered, with her mouth full of one.

“I think she means ‘doughnut’,” deadpanned Kasumi.

Amelia giggled. “I’ll have what Big Sis is having,” she said. “Eryn, feed it to me?”

The short-haired girl was happy to oblige, tearing a piece off a doughnut and easing it into Amelia’s mouth, then obligingly keeping her fingers close so her Goddess could lick them clean. After a few bites, Amelia took a sip of coffee, swallowed, then turned to Miranda.

“You can have some, too, Mira-bitch,” Amelia prodded, teasing only gently in her bright voice. Miranda woofed in excitement and proceeded to inhale several doughnuts, looking adoringly at Amelia the whole time.

Tegan grinned, taking a big sip of orange juice. “Your pet’s hungry, I see.”

“I, uh, gave her a bit of a workout.” Amelia giggled.

“Good girl!” Tegan paused for a moment as Amelia squealed from her praisegasm. “Well, we’ve got tons of food, and tons of time, too.”

“How long until school? I wanna go!” She looked down at her blouse and thin purple tie, nestled between her huge boobs. She couldn’t wait to see what all the girls thought of it. Especially the ones she owned.

“Sis, it’s Saturday.”

“Aw shit.”

“Buuut, I dollified the cheerleaders last week. They’re holding a closed practice at two.“

“Heh. Closed except for us?”

“You got it, kid.”

“Teegs, you’re the best. Really.”

Big Sis smirked. “I sure as fuck am, and you know it.”

“I do!” Amelia wrapped her arms around her schoolgirl-lover and smooched her once more.

Kitty pulled a chair up to the table and started drinking a glass of milk. Amelia unlocked Miranda’s leash and tugged at Kitty’s. The neko dove under the table to nuzzle Amelia’s legs, while Miranda gave her Princess a peck on the cheek in thanks, before resuming her assault on scrambled eggs.

“Anyone else got plans?” Tegan called out. “Not that I can’t change them. But I’m curious.”

Eryn dashed over and bit into a pear. “The public library has kindly asked me back for another shift. Everyone’s conditioned and dollified except for a few pages.” She adjusted her glasses, adorably. “Who just might require a special discipline session from a qualified, hot librarian.”

Kasumi put one huge arm around Tegan and hugged her. “Goddess, you really should come see what I’m doing with the police. They’ve tailored a uniform for me, and today I get to go on patrol! It’s gonna be so fun.“

The blue-haired Nerissa walked in from the living room, a little bleary-eyed, but grinning widely. “Today I’m going to play with my birthday present. Princess Amelia made her for me. You’re really sweet, miss.” She kissed a baffled Amelia on the hand, but soon enough, the Princess remembered. A girl, who moved to town not too long ago. Shy. Looking for friends. She came to an art party, but Amelia was away, probably helping Tessa take care of the mayor, or some random thing like that.

A total cutie, Nerissa had said, and when Amelia finally got a look at her sleeping form, she agreed. Cute like a mouse, but a little drab, despite her vibrant red hair. Amelia didn’t do reshaping often — that was Big Sister’s special talent. But this time she’d felt an instant pull. Amelia wanted to bring out Molly’s latent beauty, intensify it, make it overwhelming and exaggerated and irresistible. She wanted to turn this ordinary, innocent girl into a creature of wanton, playful lust. And the more ideas she gave Nerissa, the more excited the blue-haired nymph had gotten. So for Nerissa’s birthday, she’d done it. She’d taken care of her parents, then dollified the shit out of Molly Carson. Only to wake up on the morning of her reveal, sick and amnesiac, remembering nothing. Even now, Amelia didn’t know where Molly was sleeping.

Nervous and ashamed at her failure, Amelia glanced at Tegan, who gave a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry! I woke her up for you. She’s coming down the stairs right now. You did a fantastic job.“

Amelia smiled weakly, still unsure, and looked, just in time to see a set of glittery pink platform boots appear. She had a diagonal view, partly through a banister, but that did nothing to obscure the beauty of the doll’s peach-toned legs. A shiny silver dress hemline came into view, and to Amelia’s mild disappointment, the doll coyly turned her back, showing only her long, thick red hair, most of it falling free, but some pinned up into flowerlike braids. As pretty as that hair was, Amelia totally forgot it when her doll lifted her hem, exposed her pillowy, outrageously huge ass, and slapped it with a jiggly smack that echoed around the room.

Amelia’s jaw dropped.

Then she squealed with glee.

The rest of her doll was icing on the cake, though very nice icing indeed. Molly was cuddly all over, her soft boobs just slightly smaller than Tegan’s. Her lips were candy-pink, and her eyes were too, and she looked just a bit like Amelia herself. Makes sense. She’s Nerissa’s, but first, she’s mine.

“Hi, Princess Amelia, I’m Molly.” She bowed, adorably. “I can see you like this dollslave’s ass. Would you like me to sit on your lap, so you can feel it better?”

Amelia blushed. What could she say? “Nerissa, go find Tessa, have sloppy makeouts with her and forget about your present for a couple hours. I gotta, hmm, break her in first.“

“Sure. Have fun, Princess!” Nerissa smiled, and left, and Molly’s soft body was all over Amelia, who groaned with pleasure.

Amelia looked up at her candy-doll, face flushed, more and more overwhelmed.

“K-kiss your sexy fucking princess, Molly-slut.”

The kiss was so warm and soft and melty and tasted like peaches and cotton candy. Amelia thought for a second that she could die happy, surrounded by so much sexiness, so much luxury and stimulation, but . . . No way. Princesses don’t die! We kiss and fuck and take over the world with our Big Sisters.

“Hey, can I have a taste?” Tegan’s hand was under her skirt. Amelia was so thrilled to please Big Sis.

“’Course. Molly, kiss Tegan.”

Amelia turned to her left and continued the kiss with Miranda, and then Kitty was kissing her too, and Tegan was sneaking in and kissing her on the cheek, and Amelia knew with all her heart that she was right where she belonged.

“Fuck, I love you all so much. This is gonna be a super awesome day! Right, Big Sis?”

“Oh, you bet.”

Their heads full of flesh and lust and berries, the sisters kissed again, and again, and everything was just perfect.