The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Surprise!”

Jack was faced with 8 gorgeous women, wearing an average of less than the minimum amount necessary to be on any but the most liberal-minded beaches. His razor-sharp mind immediately leapt into action!

“Uh”. Sigh. Where is that pull cord? Yank! Pt pt pt pffff. Yank! Pt pt pt pt PT PT pt ptt pfff. “YANK! Pt pt PT PT PT PRR PRR RRR RRRRRRRRRRRR! There we go.

“Ginger! Take everyone over to Angel’s house and get them something to eat and wear. Angel, come with me!” The group giggled and squirmed in ways that—almost—made Jack change his mind, but he yanked Angel to doc’s living room.

“Whowhatwhenhowwhy?”

“”I’m sorry, Master. What the hell did you just say?” Angel was honestly confused and looked so damned CUTE like that. Jack took a deep breath and tried again.

“Who are those girls, why did you put them in the box, what the hell is going on here?”

“You may want to sit down for this.” Jack sat and Angel arranged herself on his lap. “Who? Well, mine was Phyllis Sherman. She was an old friend from the other end of the block. She was a lot like Miss Maddy, or, for that matter, Sally, Elizabeth, or Kim.” She used the original first names of the other three women in Jack’s group. It is actually a harem, but whenever he thinks that word, he gets a headache... and an erection... so has been studiously avoiding it.

“Poor old Phyllis was lonely, bored, and in poor health. We got together for tea sometimes when she was having a good day. It was quite easy to invite her over using Miss Maddy’s voice, and have her sit in the living room sipping some drugged tea while she thought I was getting ready. I needed Bunny to help me get her into my old box, but once she was in it it was really easy to set the programs.”

“OK” Jack interrupted. “‘Set the programs’? How did you know what program to set, and why did you feel a need to do this at all?”

“Well, I don’t know about the why. It was just something I was supposed to do. We all felt it and we worked together to get each of the boxes filled. As far as the how—I just used the manual.” She gestured at a large red notebook on the table near a laptop.

Jack took the book and glanced through it. He was not sure what bothered him the most, the graphics that looked like a cross between IKEA furniture instructions and a well-drawn, exceptionally lurid, big-boob fetish adult comic, or the sudden realization that some company was making these boxes—not just a demented old guy in his garage.

The manual started with a ‘thank you for buying this product’ letter, then had a section of receiving, unpacking, and setting up the box. The next section discussed programming the box and actually using it. The other sections covered resetting the box, troubleshooting, reordering supplies, and a lot of appendi—programming codes, templates, helpful hints, a guide to choosing your first victim, and others. Jack got slightly queasy just scanning it.

However, the manual also had a large phone number prominently splashed on the front, labeled ‘Customer Service Hotline’. He promptly called it.

“Special Services International. How may I help you?” A bland midwestern voice answered the phone.

“Special Services International? I thought I was calling the Secret Sexlabs Inc.?”

The voice laughed. “Sir, there is no such thing as the Secret Sexlabs, Inc. And if there was, do you think they would answer the phone that way? How may I help you?”

“Well, I have a question about some boxes.”

“You mean a shipping or packing question? I can transfer you...”

“No, I mean some boxes that somehow change people.”

“Ah! Yes sir. What is the make, model, and serial number of the box in question?”

“Well, I have four of them. Where would I find that stuff?”

“It is on the information plate at the foot of each box, but it should also be in the manual, printed on the inside of the front cover.”

“Ah. Here it is. Midwest Transmogrification Technologies model TMMBOX-F7, serial numbers 11F77432-5493. The other three are 5494, 5495, and 5496.”

“Yes sir. Dr. Eugene Demetrios? I have your records right here sir. How can I help you?”

“Well, ah, actually, I am not Dr. Demetrios. He unfortunately died and I am left with some... complications. He had a woman in each box just before he died, and now each woman put ANOTHER woman in the boxes!” Jack’s voice was beginning to get a bit... excited, so Angel began stroking him to calm him down. It might have worked better if she had stroked his brow, but as she chose to stroke him much lower it did not help as much as it could have.

Jack shuddered and tried to pull himself together. He eventually managed to get out his primary issues—how to stop the boxes from being used again, how long before he had to enslave the new girls, could they be put back to the way they were before, and what the hell was he supposed to do with all this?

As the helpful voice on the phone helped him work through the issues, Jack’s heart fell a bit with each point. He could prevent the boxes from being used again by just pulling the programming thumb drive from each box. (The thumb drive acted both as a key and as the way the programming was transferred from the computer to the box. When Jack mumbled something about not being Wi-Fi, the voice mentioned that the F7 series was a low-end unit.)

The ‘how long’ depended on a lot of things, but it was best to do the DNA priming within a couple of days (“and you understand that traditionally this happens when they are helped out of the box, right?”) The window for the oral dose is another day, then one needs to finish the job within a few hours after that, but it would reset in a week or so if not activated.

“What if the person who helped them out of the tank was a girl?” The voice explained that the target would be at least partly primed to the woman, but the oral dosing would ensure that the primary target would be the semen donor. “Unless, of course, the woman in question is a Transform, in which case her DNA carries the markers of her master, so their touch actually reinforces the priming to her master.” Great.

They could not be restored to their original state since Dr. Demetrios did not purchase any sort of back-up options and did not apparently even save any of his settings. The helpful voice had Jack turn to the programming codes and templates section of the manual.

“Now, you could find a template that is close to what the woman in question used to look like (and there are more templates available at a ‘small cost’ online), then use the programming codes to fine-tune her but as you can see, there are a lot of codes.”

He wasn’t kidding! The codes section was huge, in tiny print, and in four columns, and it turns out there are actually four volumes in total—just the top million or so codes are in the manual. Each code was a ten digit hexadecimal code that did something specific. There were a dozen or so codes just for eyelashes in the short version and the voice told me that there were over three hundred codes for eyelashes all total. A Template was a pre-programmed set of codes, usually well over ten million separate codes, depending on how much the design used the original DNA.

In other words, he would have to buy the full code set (“it is available in digital format”, the voice helpfully suggested), find an appropriate template, spend hours and hours adjusting it—even if he actually knew the answers to most of the questions...

“There is a bit of a short-cut.” The voice cut in. “There is a program you can purchase that helps. It combines a graphical interface with a sort of Q&A format to help you design your finished product. It is quite popular among users of the Transmogrification boxes. It is a bit like the famous ‘Master PC’ from a popular series of stories. If it would help, I could direct you to some archives...”

However, cheapskate Dr. D had only bought a basic version of it, then had recently upgraded it—but only to the next higher level, and the quoted cost made Jack start coughing. When the voice casually tossed out the costs of additional templates, coding books, and the costs of the raw materials needed, he almost had a full-on cardiac event.

“Uh...” We’ll forgive him this one time. Finding out that it would cost more money than Jack would make in five years to afford even the most cut-rate version of his idea to put just one of the girls right would lock up most people’s speech center. The ever-so-helpful voice continued to point out problems with Jack’s plan. Did he know the original hair density? The long bone calcium ratios? Did he know the proper accent pack to install, or what their primary vocabulary list should be? Did he even know their third-level allergies? Secondary fetishes? Hell, Jack did not even know what half of this stuff meant! The girls could help with some of that, but obviously there was a lot more to this than he had thought.

The disembodied voice offered another option. Since Jack did not select the physical or mental Templates used, he could re-process the girls to new physical and/or mental settings... within the limits of the model of box and how much programming and supplies he was willing to purchase. Jack was torn between giggling and vomiting at the quoted cost. He could never come up with that kind of money.

So, on to Plan B. Just what in the hell was Plan B going to be? Jack hung up the phone with numb fingers and just wanted to lay there. Angel brought him a cold beer and a hot tea, rightly figuring one would help. Jack sipped the tea and tried to collect his thoughts.

‘Hell’, Jack thought. ‘I have a good job and the girls have been pretty cheap to keep so far. It isn’t like they need a lot of clothes or things!’ He chuckled to himself. It was not much of a plan, but he figured they would just move forward and muddle through.

“At least I don’t have to start the enslavement process for a while. That will buy me some time to think, right?” He asked Angel.

“Uh...” It was a bit shocking to hear Jack’s favorite phrase coming out of her adorable mouth. He asked her what she meant.

“Well, you see Master...” He cringed. If she was calling him Master like this, it was almost certainly bad news. “We, ah... we sort of already did the oral trigger.”

“WHAT!?” Jack stood up and dumped Angel on her cute ass.

“Well.. When we gave you your usual morning wake up, we... sorta did not swallow it all.” She was rubbing herself in a way that almost distracted Jack from what she was saying. He urged her to continue. She took a deep breath. “After we helped them out of the tank, we sort of kissed and... ah... shared what we had with them.”

“Uh...” This was Jack again. This revelation managed to knock the hamster right off its wheel, we’ll have to take a short break while the hamster regains its wits.

He eventually rose to go greet the new girls, his mind was heavy and unenthusiastic about it, but his cock had a very different opinion as it led the way.

The vision of eight lovely women barely dressed sitting in Miss Maddy’s semi-Victorian parlour made the scene look like a postcard of an old-timey bordello, but a photo would not have smelled so wonderful, or had the subtle colors of the skin tones, or been in motion in the way the girls were—touching themselves and caressing each other as if they could not help but stroke the soft exposed skin.

All of the women stood up, his original four each behind a new lovely, and they introduced him to them. Angel went first and introduced him to a stunning brunette. Now, Jack has had some time with his original women and has learned that the doc based them at least somewhat on popular Internet models. Angel used to be Miss Maddy Murphy, a lonely and elderly widow neighbor od his, and now was based on Alice Goodwin, a very busty brunette. Angel was taller and ‘hippier’ (in a good way) than the original, and her face was much cuter, but you could see the inspiration.

“This was, as I have already told you, Phyllis Sherman, from the other end of the block.” The once-Mrs. Sherman looked like the Internet model Denise Milani. She had a fabulous body, but Jack seemed to remember that the Denise online had a healthy set of round jugs, while this woman had an attractive, but rather small, set of breasts—maybe small B’s.

“I’m so pleased to meet you, Jack!” He was startled that she had a sexy voice with a Euro-something accent.

“Are you from Russia or something?” She looked confused, and Angel helpfully told him it was just part of the Template, the original Denise was from the Czech Republic. The voice’s comments about accent packs popped into his mind.

Bunny stepped up next. Bunny used to be Sally Ruggles, a plump middle-aged woman that had ‘trailer park’ written all over her (possibly literally—she had a lot of tattoos Jack had never bothered to read.) Jack had learned that Bunny was loosely based on a model called Jenny Poussin—long blonde hair, a long golden body, with large, firm, high breasts and a really cute face. Bunny introduced Lucy Pinder.

OK, so she was not literally the adorable Miss Pinder, but the short brunette with the ‘cute girl next door’ face and the killer body was pretty close. Jack was pretty sure that the real Miss Pinder’s breasts were not quite this small—but they sure were cute!

“Jack, I think you have met Lilian Vandolet before, the woman renting the rooms in the garage?” Jack tore his eyes from her tiny titties and looked at her cute face, trying to see any hints of the skinny, worn-out Lilian that Jack had always figured had done drugs pretty hard at some point in her life. This new girl looked all fresh and clean and smelled so nice, and was so... perky that Jack saw nothing of the other woman in her.

“Hi! I am really happy to meet you!” She had a slightly high voice and shook his hands very enthusiastically.

Ginger cleared her throat. Jack could not place Ginger’s Template as clearly as he could Angel’s or Bunny’s. She seemed to be Bianca Beauchamp in the body (especially in her very generous breasts), but with strong facial overtones of the original Ginger from ‘Gilligan’s Island’, Tina Louise—hence his name for her. Ginger used to be the rather unpleasant Mrs. Victoria Dowdds, a large, rather bitchy woman that few people wanted to have anything to do with. She introduced a blonde version of herself that strongly reminded Jack of Jordan Carver, with three notable exceptions—a slightly cuter face, and much smaller breasts.

“Like, hi! I am like sooo happy to meet you! Ginger has told me so much about fucking you!”

Ginger laughed a bit with her musical voice. “Samantha here was my older sister. I know most of you thought I was unpleasant as Mrs Dowdds, but I assure you I was a saint compared to her! Samantha never even married, and barely ever dated. She was renting a place on the next block and was pretty much a hermit.” It was hard to see any of that in the pretty girl acting like a cheerleader bimbo in front of him.

“Sammy here is your older sister?” He asked as they shook hands and felt the tingle. Apparently he had already named her. “She looks years younger than you do now.”

Ginger admitted that she tinkered with the Template a bit so she would be the older one now. That sparked something in Jack’s brain—she changed the Template? He would have to learn more about that... later.

Kuni stepped up next. Jack smiled—Kuni was pretty special to him. he had not found anyone online that looked quite like her, although Julri Waters comes close. She had been Kim Lon-Duc, an elderly woman whose large family has had a lot of unfortunate times and the few that were left had moved back to Korea. She had planned on going with them, but their lives were not going well there either so she stayed. She introduced a cute girl that looked like Francine Dee—medium height, nicely built, Asian features, but again, small tits!

“Jack, meet the former Julie Ton. She used to be one of my boarders and had moved to be closer to others from the hill country, but she did not fit in well there and the younger people do not respect the older ones so she has been very lonely until we put her in a box.”

He shook the young woman’s hand as she blushed and her nipples erupted. She giggled lightly and did not say anything but kept looking at him coyly as she tried to avert her eyes.

Jack had a sudden flash of insight. These last four are all based on people he either had bookmarked or would show up in his search history. “Did you select the Templates for these four knowing I would like them?” He asked his original group.

They had the grace to blush a bit for the most part, but Ginger smiled and said they did indeed sneak a peek at Jack’s browser history, but they just wanted to make Jack happy. Jack had to admit that while he was scared shitless in one way, at least some of him was really, really happy!

Kuni was the one who broke that particular ice. “So, Jack. Lord and Master of All. There are at least four beautiful women here who would really like a good fucking.”

“Uh.”

“No. Don’t freeze up on us Jack. Sammy—he already named you, so you get to go first.” The girls pitched in to get him naked, and laying on a large bed covered with frilly throws and pillows. Sammy kissed him in a way that made his hard cock shudder before she swung a long leg over him and guided his cock in her clean-shaved sheath. She bounced on her own haunches as she sat up almost straight, just using her fingertips on his shoulders to support herself. Her eyes were closed and she began screaming as she ramped up to a quick orgasm.

“Oh god oh god oh god, fuck me Master fuck me fuck me...” She was babbling and bouncing, and sweating before she started to shake and strain against herself, joints popping, as he unleashed his enslaving load deep inside her. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed on top of him, sighing “Oh, Master!” as she did. There was a giggle in the gaggle of girls and she was gently removed.

The girl who looked like Denise Milani came over and whispered in his ear in her sexy accent. “May I be next?” Jack just wanted to eat her up, she was so darned cute. He nodded and she began to kiss him as she also climbed on him. She did not sit up, however, and Jack could feel her weight on him as she rubbed her body on his. She moaned in his ear as she slowly jacked him back to full length, then tucked him into her. She was amazingly tight, and she also had a pretty talented set of muscles.

This time, he was the vocal one. “Yes, Candy! Just like that!” He had named her without even thinking about it and missed Candy’s happiness at being given her name. The other girls were smiling and clapping for her. Candy proceeded to shift to high gear and began to swing her hips in ways that made Jack almost fear for his cock but that felt incredible. Just as Jack felt his balls tighten, she shifted to some sort of jackhammer mode! Somehow, she was pummeling him as if he was a particularly stubborn nail that she was determined to drive home. His eyes cross, his balls contracted, and he shot another load of his precious cum deep inside her.

Candy moaned as she came herself, jackhammer switched over to grinder gear as her hips began to wriggle on his deflating cock. She sighed and went limp as well—not ‘out’, but definitely unwilling to move voluntarily. When the others tried to move her, she flopped a long arm on Jack and asked to be left there, forever. The girls giggled and hefted her away.

After the ‘normal sized’ Candy, Jack barely noticed the much smaller ‘Lucy’ climbing on him. “Baby, I know you are getting tired, so let me do all the work, OK?”

Jack smiled through his exhaustion—what a trooper! He thought of a good name for her. “Sure, Lily!” This time he saw her face light up and she thanked him with a flurry of kisses. She kissed her way to his chest, then his cock, and even to his knees—which affected him more than he would have guessed. She presented her tight, cute butt to him and snuggled it down, engulfing him in her snug little cunny. He had not done ‘reverse cowgirl’ before, so this was a different sensation. She was so small and light, but also so athletic that it did not take him long to feel the tingling sensations.

Lily obviously felt them as well as she sort of squat down and began to pound her little hips on him. She was kissing and caressing his legs, which was unusual and arousing, and when he came in her, he felt her cum and leak hot liquids all over him. She sighed and relaxed on top of him, but was able to get up and move with the help of her sisters.

The last of the new girls, the Oriental-looking Francine Dee clone, came with a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth. She cooed and hummed as she wiped his crotch clean, then wiped the sweat off his face and body. She rubbed some body oil on him as the other girls watched and played quietly with themselves or each other. “Ummm. Kiki—that feels great!” Another name that just popped out, but Jack liked it.

“”This one is happy to be named, Master. Please, lay still and allow Kiki to serve her handsome Master.” She continued to rub and massage and Jack felt himself slowly hardening. He lay there with his eyes closed and barely noticed that she was now rubbing him with her body as much as with her hands. At some point, some of her weight was on him and he almost opened his eyes but she shushed him back down.

He felt her rub herself on his cock. He thought he felt her oily nipples, shoulder, and buttocks alternating on his groin, making him harder. She was moaning softly and grinding her crotch on his gently, but firmly... then, suddenly, he was in and she was leaning back and he was being rubbed in a really weird way. He opened his eyes to see her laying almost on her back so his cock was almost pushing out her mons. He thought he could even see it move as it pressed in unfamiliar places.

He was enjoying this, but not really feeling a need to cum when Candy began to kiss him and Sammy, now awake, began to suck on his nipples. Lily was lightly caressing him where his cock was penetrating Kiki and as he watched, she shifted to lightly kissing and sucking them both. His original four were also close—touching, kissing, and caressing him until the sensations overwhelmed him and he blasted into Kiki with almost no warning. Kiki squealed and came, squirting all over him and Lily.

After that, it was everyone for themselves as they kissed, fondled, sucked, and fucked. The orgy went well for some time, as if Ginger was waving a conductor’s baton. She was fiddling, licking, and directing as needed as every one of them was making some sort of sexy noises and straining as they eventually approached a mutual climax. When it hit, there were fluids everywhere! Dogs across the neighborhood started to bark and a flock of pigeons was startled to flight at the noise. A scientist in the next city noticed a blip on his seismograph at the same time, but that was surely a coincidence, right?

“Hell, it’s five o’clock!” Jack had been dozing and woke with a jerk when his phone buzzed a new mail message. His stomach rumbled at the same time his nose caught a whiff of him. “OK, showers, get dressed, then meet at my place for supper and planning meeting.” He took off, knowing that Angel and Ginger could coordinate things.

After some pizza and a long round of discussion, they were all watching some TV, just chilling, when Angel smacked her head.

“The other surprise! We totally forgot about it!” The original three started to laugh, and the new four looked confused. Jack, on the other hand, got chills.

“Uh. What other surprise?”

“Oh, don’t look like that! You’ll like this one! You see, when we chose these Templates, we based them on your tastes, right?” He nodded. “But, if you were totally honest, you would probably say that they were not quite what you would like to see, right?”

Jack was torn. This sounded like the ‘does this make my butt look fat’ conundrum. He was clearly outnumbered if he answered wrong, but he was their master, right? He could be honest, right? Yeah, right! Tentatively, he agreed. “OK?”

This time it was Bunny who was talking. “We found your links to sites like the ‘Erotic Mind Control Archive’ and ‘Overflowing Bra’. Really interesting reading!”

Ginger spoke up. “So, we decided on a present for you.” Now Jack was really confused—but, let’s be honest, that has been his default emotion lately. “Kuni, do you want to show him?” Kuni smiled and came over to Jack, and began to give him a blow job.

Kuni was really good at oral sex, but this time she seemed more focused on speed than pleasure. When he was close, she shifted to jacking him off with her tiny hands. He came with a shudder and she caught as much of it as she could.

She took it over to Candy and pulled down the T-shirt the larger woman was wearing and began to rub his spend on her chest. Candy started to object, but Angel shushed her with a twinkle in her eye. “Watch.” Angel told them.

Candy began to moan a little as she felt her chest grow all warm and tingly. Then, it moved! It looked like it was being filled with a trickle of water! As Jack and the new girls watched, Candy’s boobs grew about a full cup size!

“Uh!” At least this time his brain was still working, although it was sort of focused on trying to process what he saw. “What the hell?” All of the new girls were staring at Candy’s chest.

Angel laughed. “It took some doing, but we found a set of codes that made breasts grow when they get they get sperm on them.” She went on to explain that it did not have to be his sperm or even fresh sperm, and the amount of sperm really did not matter—it was just a trigger.

“Oh cool!” Kiki shouted as she grabbed Kuni’s hand and rubbed the remaining sperm on her own tiny titties. She kissed her ‘older sister’ and groaned as her breasts also started to swell a cup or so.

“Me too!” Sammy said, going to the source. He was firm but not hard, so she took him in her mouth and pumped like her life depended on it. When he came in her mouth, she let it dribble all over her chest and hugged herself as they swelled up nicely—looking even bigger for being supported like that.

Lily giggled and just started to rub her little nips on Sammy’s newly enlarged chest. The two kissed hard as everyone else saw her breasts grow just enough to shove against Sammy. The four nipples grew hard against each other and the two girls were soon moaning softly, rubbing their chests together.

Angel coughed gently. “Did I mention they would also become more sensitive?”

When Bunny came in from a restroom break much later, she found five people all tangled up on a rumpled bed. She smiled as she unwound a few limbs that were sure to lose circulation soon, and covered them all up as she kissed her beloved Master and her new sisters, admiring their growing titties.

The next morning, even before breakfast (but after his morning BJ), he pulled the programming key out of each box and made sure they were in reprocessing mode (the voice warned him that things would get stinky if they did not reprocess.) Then he had breakfast, fucked Angel and Kiki silly, then went to work.

They fell into a routine. Jack kept his job, and some of the girls worked with Bunny’s craft business (although a lot of the new crafts looked suspiciously like dildos and such), and they sold off a few more houses. Some of the girls cooked, some cleaned, some blew Jack, some took care of other things and things were moving along nicely. They also spent an inordinate amount of time on the internet looking for cheap sources of big but sexy bras.

A stranger to their home might notice a really odd photo gallery in one hallway—four rows of photographs, all seeming to show the same four women, whose breasts seem to be working their way through the alphabet. By now, Candy’s chest was almost as big as Denise Milani’s, Sammy’s was just about spot on with Jordan Carver’s, Lily’s was much bigger than Lucy Pinder’s (and very, very bouncy!) Kiki’s breasts were also larger than Francine Dee’s, and she still had the nice long nipples to boot. There was still room at the end of the gallery—but Jack was getting a bit concerned that they were getting close to the practical limits of bosom flesh—certainly they were getting close to the limits of affordable bras.

Sex and playtime with eager and enthusiastic girls was fun enough, but it took on an almost surreal aspect when they ALL really, really wanted sperm on the new girl’s tits. It was nothing unusual for Candy to sit under the breakfast table and suck Jack off and make him cum on her ‘slo-mo explosion’ chest. She would just sit there for an hour afterwards rubbing it in, adding her own saliva or some handy lotion, singing to them! She actually found a novelty song based on a Brittany tune that was called ‘Make My Boobies One More Size’ and she sang it in her adorable British accent as she massaged—hell, more like ‘mauled’ her growing fun bags.

Lily was a born cheerleader. She would put on the tightest bra she could then fuck Jack with a joyful, wild abandon, smiling, cheering, yipping... then do a dismount just as he was about to orgasm, then jack him onto her tits as she cheered the semen! “Go semen go! Grow titties grow!” You could almost see pom-poms and pigtails dancing! Jack loved to sit there and watch her almost pop out of the tiny bras—she always seemed to glow just a bit when she was happy, and she became almost incandescent at these times.

Sammy was straightforward about it. It was her goal to be the largest of the group and she would fuck, suck, and jack Jack all the while telling him how much she wanted this, how she wanted ‘huge boobs! Just fucking glorious tits—all for you! Come on, baby, spray your magic seed on my ta-tas—they want to get ginormous for you!” She loved it when one of the other girls filmed her growth spurts. She actually threw a party when she was big enough to titty-fuck Jack!

Kiki’s approach was completely different. She treated Jack, his cock, his sperm, and her breasts as if it was her Holy Duty to tend to them. She somehow always managed to have music playing and some sort of intoxicating scent in the air when she would approach him with a covered tray of goodies—food, sex toys, lotions, and such—that she intended to use. She almost always started by washing his feet and groin. Somehow, her washing his feet was almost as arousing as some of the other girls’ hand-jobs. Once she had him at least semi-erect, she would massage him with her hands, feet, and growing breasts. She seemed to love spreading scented, warmed oil all over him and by the time she was done he was usually about ready to just grab her and shove myself into any hole or even fold he could find. She generally collected the sperm in a small porcelain cup, then mixed it with a bit more oil, and rubbed it in with elaborate swirls and ‘finger dances’. Jack was often ready for a second round watching it, and there was almost always another girl close by eager to take advantage.

Before long, Jack could make the new girls have at least a small orgasm just from tit and nipple play. Sammy liked it a little rougher and slapping her growing bosom around could send her on a hissing orgasm. Kiki liked it soft and gentle, and the all had fun giving her long, slow chest rubs, letting her slowly build up to a cute squeaking cum. Lily was just plain fun. She would rub her tits on anyone who would stand still, all the while kissing and licking the other person or persons. It was almost puppy dog-like in its adorability! Candy’s was probably the heaviest pair in the group and she just plain liked having them held and played with—whenever, wherever. Sometimes she just sat around with things like the TV remote in her cleavage so we would play with her when we retrieved it.

One Friday Jack came home and found all of his girls sitting in a corner of the room, staring at a stranger. “Hi, Jack. I’m Bill. Bill Collector. It’s a joke.” He said with an obviously false smile.

“Uh.” Jack froze for a moment. Bill was just an average looking guy in a dark suit with a briefcase, sitting in one of his chairs, sipping one of his beers. For some reason, he scared Jack shitless.

“Yeah. Kind of a surprise. Sorry. Let me cut to the chase. I represent a consortium of interests, specifically the Midwest Transmogrification Technologies company that would like to speak with you about an outstanding debt.”

“Uh.”

“Look, I already know that the original customer was Dr. Eugene Demetrios, and that he unfortunately passed away. His account was up to date as of his death, so the boxes, materials, software, etcetera are paid in full. The thing is, someone accessed his account to purchase four Template Keys, four gallons of Processing Base, four bags of refill materials, three hours of special programming, and asked for expedited shipping. While the order went through, it turns out that Dr. Demetrios’ account had been frozen, so TransTech has not been paid.”

“TransTech?”

“The name Midwest Transmogrification Technologies goes by.”

“I thought it was the Secret Sexlabs, Inc.?”

“Sir, there is no such thing as the Secret Sexlabs Inc. And if there were, I would not be foolish enough to admit it to a non-member.”

“Uh, OK, but if the order went through...”

“Yes, that was ‘our bad’ as they say, but my employers are quite insistent about being paid. I have been told that they have sent several emails and letters but received no reply?” Jack explained that he had not even tried to access any of Dr. Demetrios’ accounts or opened any of his mail—most of which was being stopped at the local post office.

“I see. Well, nonetheless, the costs were incurred, and you are obviously benefiting from the process, so their stance is that you need to cover the bill. Here is an itemized account.” He handed Jack a piece of paper that made Jack’s eyes bug out, tongue stick straight out, head spin, and funny noises emit from... some orifice.

“There is no way I can pay this! Hey—can you legally collect on this? I did not open the account, I did not order the stuff—in fact, I don’t know who did.” Angel quietly raised her hand a little at this point.

“Jack? I’m afraid I did that. I’m so sorry! I did not know about the costs! It must have automatically went to his account somehow.” Bill nodded, murmuring to the effect that that is indeed how it works.

“How in the holy heck did Dr. Demetrius pay for four boxes at these rates” Jack wondered aloud.

Bill answered. It turns out that Dr. D. was a world-renowned mad scientist, a real pioneer in a variety of key fields and one of the founders of a consortium of like-minded scientists, technicians, and geniuses that shared information between them. Bill pointed to a large bookcase in which every book was either by Dr. D. or that the doc had contributed towards. There was also a large six volume set of books simply titled “Dr. Demetrius By Dr. Demetrius.”

Bill explained that the doc had, at one point, millions of dollars and had the largest known collection of transformed women in the world, gesturing towards a twenty or so books that appeared to be photo albums, labeled ‘My Harem’ with dates that covered some thirty-odd years and ended about six years ago. “Then the poor guy got a bad case of erectile dysfunction and let his harem disband as he dealt with it. The word on the ‘net is that he burnt through most of his money, but finally solved it using pheromones. I guess he was just a little too late.”

They discussed options. Since payment in full was out of the question, Bill carefully explained that they could take his home or other things but that Jack would be on the hook for any differences between what things sold for at auction and the total. He also pointed out that he could charge a much smaller amount and simply repossess, as it were, the new girls.

At that, all of the women burst out in shouting and tears, clinging to Jack. Bill went on to point out that he could also take the first four—that they would certainly bring in enough all together to cover his bill and perhaps even have a bit left over. Of course, they would need some reprogramming that would be billed to him, but overall, it should work.

Jack asked Bill to excuse them and took his women to the bedroom to help calm and settle them. Only Angel and Jack came back into the living room.

“Can we set up some sort of payment plan?” Jack offered hopefully.

Bill explained that his employers would not be happy with that, but as long as the terms were right, it would be OK. They threesome hashed out a plan over the next hour or so that allowed Jack barely enough to cover his needs and would pay the company back in about six years. Six years! Jack shuddered every time he thought about it. This included selling the boxes and stuff back, selling off the houses and giving all of the profits to the company, and more.

“There is one more thing.” Bill said as they were putting the paperwork away. “Insurance.”

“Uh...”

“You see... we really cannot go to the police or courts if you decide to skip out, and you now know about the existence of things you are not supposed to know about, so my employers instructed me to take out a sort of insurance program on this whole situation.”

“Uh...”

“Here, take this pill. Don’t even think about resisting or asking about it. Just take it. After all, it is in our best interest to keep you happy and healthy.” Jack took the largish tablet and tossed it back with some water. Bill noted the time on his smartphone. “Good. Now let’s join the rest of your girls.

When they were all together, Bill asked everyone to sit down, and took out his phone again to read something on the screen. When he looked up, he noticed all the girls were gathered around Jack. “Awww, how sweet. Jack, can I get you to stand up for a moment? I assure you, this will be a lot more pleasant if you do.” Jack stood and Bill touched something on the app he had pulled up.

Jack felt something... stir... in his groin. Something got warm and tingly... a combination he has heard about just recently... where was it that he heard... OH! Suddenly he remembered as he felt his cock grow. it did not ... quite... hurt, but it was hot and tingling, like a limb waking up after circulation was cut. It was really, really uncomfortable and Jack was panting trying to manage the sensations. In a few heartbeats, it was hanging halfway to his knee, and his balls were snug in his trousers.

The girls easily saw the movement—like a snake moving down his leg and getting thicker as it moved. A couple were breathing heavier, a couple others were sweating a bit, and several of them were growing moist. Jack just stood there, afraid to move for a long moment. It felt like he had a really big sausage stuck down his pants leg... a very warm sausage. A warm sausage that somehow was feeling really happy being all nice and snug in his pants leg. When Jack moved a little, the sausage got even happier at the sensations. It was such a happy sausage! Jack was terrified, but the happy sausage was throbbing away and getting even firmer just from being against his leg like this. If it was any happier, it would be purring—a thought that made Jack break in a nervous little giggle.

“OK, now for part two. Let’s see... Kiki, I believe?” The Oriental doll nodded her head. Bill touched another part of his phone and looked up at the young girl.

“What did you do to me? I feel kinda weird... light-headed.” Her voice was getting higher pitched, breathier. “My... my boobies!” As she stood there, her breasts changed from pleasantly rounded large but natural-looking tits to a pair of obvious high and tight ‘bolt on’s’, like two scoops of caramel ice cream on a plate. Her nipples shifted as well, seeming to move a bit higher than center as her breasts plumped up under them—and her aureole elongated to emphasize the artificial appearance of her once-lovely tits. “My face!” Her lips were plumping up, and the shape of her eyes seemed to change as the epicanthic folds moved a bit giving her a very stereotypical ‘slanted eyes’ look. She was scared and whimpering, but she was also obviously aroused—nipples tight, a thick dribble of fluids on her leg, and the sounds shifting from whimpers to moans as she began to caress herself.

“My body—it feel so funny. My cunny feel so empty, me feel so horny!” Her speech patterns had shifted from the educated young woman she used to sound like to an Oriental jailbait prostitute from a soft-porn B-movie!

“Kiki, are you OK?” Jack asked with real fear in his voice.

She looked at him and her expression changed. “Oh, yes, Master Jack-san! Me very good when near you.” She moved to sit beside him and hold his leg. “Me serve Master Jack-san. Me love Master Jack-san! Master, please fuckee me? Me fuckee Master long time!” The horrific dialog she was using probably scared Jack as much or more than anything else has so far. If looks could kill, Bill would have been dead several times over.

“What the hell is this all about Bill?”

“Insurance. As you can see, there is a sort of a back-door to the boxes. We can track the nanobots in your bodies, and in the pill you took, anywhere on Earth, then we can reach out to the ‘bots and effect changes. The changes we can do are limited only by our imaginations.

“So far, all I have done is to greatly enhance your virility so you can better care for your harem, and to change Kiki to show you just the barest hint of the changes possible. By the way, she will revert to her previous state over a couple weeks. If you cross us in any way, you will pay. It is just that simple. You may wake up as a merman that has to live in the sea, has a severe tentacle fetish, and has to hump whatever animals you can get to hold still. Or we can change your girls into large, super-strong, angry and horny men obsessed with raping you anally. We have whole online chat rooms that just brainstorm some of the nastiest things they can come up with, and they have some doozies!

”Every so often, just to keep you on your toes, we may make additional changes if we feel you need motivation or are trying to come up with something sneaky. However—it is in our best interest to keep you motivated and happy, so most of these will be things we think you’ll appreciate... to some extent... at least at first.”

Talk about killing the buzz! Bill dropped a card and told them to call him if needed and bid them farewell.

Kiki looked up at Jack. “Now fuckee fuckee?”

“Uh...”