The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The face that looked back at Jenny Clay in the mirror wasn’t the face she wanted to see. The problem was that it was hers. It was full of her insecurities; it was full of her timidity; it was full of her plainness; it was full of her doubts. She wasn’t smart enough; she wasn’t successful enough; she wasn’t desirable enough; she wasn’t… enough.

Jenny tore her gaze away from the mirror to get ready for work. Whether she enjoyed her life or not, she had to go to work. It put a roof over her head and food on the table, and that was not to be taken for granted.

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for her life. Her life was fine by most standards. She was not particularly successful, but she was able to make ends meet in one of the world’s best places to live. She had no romantic life, but she had friends.

It’s just that there was a part of her that wanted… more. She always tried to ignore that part. All it did was send her on a trip down melancholy lane.

When Jenny arrived at work, Anthony awaited at her desk. As she approached, she began to feel the intimidation as she always did around the man. Part of it was his height, well over six feet. She barely came up his chest! Part of it was his intelligence. The man was brilliant, having built his company to two hundred employees from nothing over the past ten years. But the largest part of it was his presence. He didn’t intend to do it, but his overwhelming charisma always made Jenny feel small, insignificant.

“Good morning, Anthony! What can I help you with?”

“Morning, Jenny! I’ve got a small prospective client that I’d like you to go see first thing. They’re on a tight timeline, and they need pro forma financials for the bank in the next couple of days. Our producers don’t have time to squeeze them in today, but since you’re between projects, I was hoping you’d be willing to…”

“Of course!” Jenny cut him off, then stopped, a blush beginning to color her cheeks.

“Wow! I guess I chose the right woman for the job!” Anthony said, grinning at Jenny’s unexpected enthusiasm. He handed her a slip of paper. “Here’s the address. Thanks for doing this for me, Jenny!”

Jenny nodded, still embarrassed by her own outburst. She hadn’t meant to be so overly enthusiastic, but this was the first time Anthony had given her an assignment directly. Not only that, but she had a chance to onboard a whole new client. Small or not, this was a real opportunity to show what she could do to Anthony directly. It was exciting… and a little terrifying!

Jenny mapped the address on her phone and headed out.

The place was in a strange part of town that she’d never even known of, let alone visited before. She found a place to park her gray Honda Civic, then began on foot in the direction that her phone guided her. She entered a narrow alley, per the directions on the map. Jenny felt a bit claustrophobic between the rising walls of the old brick buildings. She walked to the end of the alley, then made a right. At the end of the next corridor, she made a left. Then another right.

This was like walking through a maze! Her hands began to tremble as she began to feel nervous, uncomfortable at the oddity of it. Three more turns had her so deep into the brick corridors that she wasn’t sure whether she could find the way back out!

Her heart began to beat faster as her fear rose. Was there really a business back in here? What address had Anthony really given her? Was this some sort of prank? That wasn’t really Anthony’s style. Maybe he had just made a mistake?

As she pondered turning back, Jenny noticed something glowing red at the end of this length of alleyway.

What was that?

She walked toward it. When she finally reached it, she looked down. Red light filled her vision, seeming to engulf her.

Suddenly, she was sitting in a conference room, a suited man sitting across from her. He reached out and touched her shoulder.

“Miss Clay, are you alright? You seemed to, well, zone out there for a minute,” he asked, eyebrows bunched in concern.

“What? Where am… what’s going on?” Jenny said, eyes darting around the room. How had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was that red light in the alley…

“We were just discussing what the bank is looking for on their debt service ratios. Why don’t you take a moment? You seem a bit… out of sorts. I could use a second to check in with my team, anyway.”

Jenny rose unsteadily to her feet and walked to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror again. Same old Jenny. She straightened the jacket on her pantsuit and buttoned the top button of her blouse. What was happening? She had heard of people experiencing lost time, but it had never happened to her. It was more than a little disconcerting!

She didn’t remember arriving at the client site. She had no memory of the start of their meeting. It was going to be rather interesting to attempt to get through this. She knew her work, though, and could hopefully get through it once she reviewed the spreadsheets the man had provided.

She realized that she didn’t even know her client’s name! He had a security badge. She would simply need to read his name from it. She could get through this. She could still impress Anthony… as long as she didn’t “lose time” again! Resolved to make a doctor’s appointment when this meeting was over, Jenny splashed cold water on her face, then walked back out to the conference room.

Jenny had a few minutes to review the numbers before Mr. Person-whose-name-she-really-needed-to-figure-out-very-quicky-upon-his-return came back, and she planned to take advantage. By the time he sat down again, she felt she had a grasp of what was needed. Thank God!

His company badge was dangling from the lanyard around his neck, but it was hidden by the laptop in front of him. Grrr… she really needed to find out his name!

Jenny dropped her pen to the floor next to the conference room table, rose from her chair, then bent down to get it. As she rose, pen in hand, she glanced up and read his name tag.

Jim Smith.

Sheesh! She could have taken a wild guess and gotten that one right! Talk about a generic name! As she raised her eyes from his badge to his face, she noticed his eyes on her body. That was new. Most men never gave her a second glance.

It wasn’t that she was ugly, she just wasn’t pretty, or, well, anything, really. She was as plain as plain could be. Light brown hair, a nondescript face, brown eyes, a curve-less, and slender 5′0″ body combined to make her absolutely average. Well, maybe below average on the height. She sometimes joked with friends that she should have been a secret agent because she was completely invisible in a crowd.

She watched male eyes follow her prettier friends all the time. But not her. Never her.

That’s why it was noticeable that Jim’s eyes were on her body. What was there to see? Had she spilled coffee on her blouse? Probably. That would be par for the course today. Of course, with her missing memory, a coffee spill seemed trivial in comparison.

She rose back to her chair and walked through the rest of the information she needed to develop her projections for Jim. She crossed her legs and Jim’s gaze dropped to her bare calves.

WAIT! Bare calves?! She was wearing a pantsuit, wasn’t she?

She glanced down and saw a knee-length pencil skirt. Not only that, but her calf was less sticklike than normal. It had a bit of muscle, as it had in school when she had run cross country. Unfortunately, when she had gone off to college, she had given it up and lost the little muscle tone she had actually developed.

Had she simply misremembered what she had worn today? She was beginning to worry that there was more too this brain situation than just losing the memory of arriving at her client’s office today.

“Excuse me,” she said, then hurried back to the restroom again.

She looked in the mirror. The reflection that looked back was her, but it was slightly different. It was difficult to tell exactly what had changed, but she looked just the slightest bit better. The only other noticeable change was her suit, which had a skirt rather than pants.

She might have chalked it up to simply a memory glitch, but she was fairly certain that she didn’t own a skirt suit. She always went with pant suits. It wasn’t as if she had legs worth showing off, anyway. Now, of course, her legs were looking a little better. Not much, but a little.

Jenny shook her head. She definitely needed to make that doctor appointment. Something was up, and she needed to understand exactly what it was.

She wrapped up with the client, successfully gaining his signature on her company’s engagement letter by the end of the appointment. Anthony would be pleased at least.

Upon her return, she walked through the aisle of cubicles, striding up to Anthony’s office. She knocked on his door, and he opened it for her.

“Great news, Anthony! I got the work! It will take me a couple of days to work up the information that he needs for the bank, but I should be able to have it done by Friday when he needs it.”

“Great work, Jenny!” he replied, his eyes falling to her chest.

Jenny pulled out the engagement letter and handed it to him, a beatific smile on her face. She had done it! She had nailed her first solo client appointment! She had even managed to conquer the whole missing time situation in the process.

She was excited as she went back to her cubical to work on the projections, Anthony’s eyes following her slightly shapelier ass on the way.

Anthony checked in with her a couple of hours later. It was taking Jenny longer than normal to work up the P&L framework for the client’s new venture, but she was getting it done. She rose from her desk as Anthony came over. As she was explaining her work to him, she noticed that her eyes were up to the base of his neck now.

Was he hunched over? No. Was she taller? WTF?! What was going on here? Either she was taller or he was shorter!

She looked down at her computer screen. It did seem further away than normal. She was growing taller.

She glanced back up to Anthony and his eyes quickly darted from her chest to her eyes. Had he been checking her out? The second guy today? She couldn’t even remember the last time a guy had ogled her body, and today it had happened twice!

She finished her explanation to Anthony and noticed his eyes had dropped below her neck again. What the hell? She knew that he had a bit of a reputation as a lady’s man, as his recent divorce to his third trophy wife could attest, but she had never experienced anything like this with him before.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable. She excused herself, apologetically, to the restroom. She was doing that often today!

After using the facilities, she gave herself another good look in the mirror. She started with the body part that she knew had changed before—her legs. Her skirt was shorter by a couple of inches. Her mind went back to the moment she realized she was taller. It wasn’t that her skirt was shorter, it was that her legs were longer! Her increased height must be from her legs. She twisted her hips to examine them.

Wait! Were her hips wider? Her skirt was awfully tight around them…

She looked back to her legs. They were definitely more toned, her calves taking on a nicer, more feminine shape, aided by her heels.

HEELS! She hadn’t been wearing heels this morning. She always wore low-heeled pumps to work!

What else had changed? Her gaze rose up her body. She thought her waist looked a bit trimmer. She had the slightest bit of cleavage as her modestly cut blouse hugged her now apple-sized breasts.

Hadn’t she been wearing a neck-high blouse this morning? Yes! She remembered buttoning the top button at the client’s site this morning! Her clothes had changed again! They weren’t exactly revealing, but they were certainly more so than they had been this morning!

Her eyes widened as they found a face that could probably be considered cute. Her cheekbones were slightly more prominent, her lips slightly fuller.

The changes weren’t massive, but there was no longer any doubt. She was changing, becoming better looking by the hour. If this kept up, she was going to need new clothes by the end of the day! She couldn’t say that she minded the nature of the changes, but it was still concerning. This kind of thing just didn’t happen!

She had already made her doctor’s appointment for Friday morning. Maybe that would give her some answers. In the meantime, she would get back to work. She was behind schedule anyway, since her mind didn’t seem to be functioning as well as normal today—probably some residual effect of her missing memory, she supposed.

Anthony visited her a half dozen more times throughout the day, but Jenny remained glued to her desk, struggling with these financials far more than she should. With each visit, Anthony’s gaze seemed more lecherous.

As the rest of the staff began to leave, Jenny remained, trying to make sense of these numbers that had seemed so easy to understand earlier in the day.

Anthony stopped by her desk and gave her a wink.

“Don’t work too hard now, Jenny. All work and no play makes Jenny a dull girl…”

He walked out, glancing back to her with a smile. Yes, Anthony was definitely becoming flirtier with her.

An hour later, Jenny threw down her pen in frustration. She wasn’t making any progress with these stupid projections! She decided just to go home and get back to it tomorrow with a fresh mind.

When she got home and slipped out of her stylish suit, she was shocked by the image in her bedroom mirror.

Her hair was much lighter, more of a dark blond than a light brown now. That, however, was the least of its changes. It was shiny and thick, at least six inches longer too, coming to her upper back. Her eyes, seemed wider, more almond-shaped. Where they had been a dull brown before, they were more of a dark blue now, the color making their appearance much more striking than she was accustomed to. Her nose looked a little smaller, her cheekbones even higher and more prominent than before. Her lips were substantially fuller. She touched them with a slender finger, running her finger along their plump length, feeling their softness.

Wow! She had been cute the last time she had really looked in the mirror. Now, she was downright pretty, bordering on beautiful!

Jenny had never bothered to wear a bra before when wearing a suit, her tiny bee stings easily hidden under the jacket. She was going to have to change that now, she thought, as she stared at the full spherical swells in front of her. They had to be in the neighborhood of B-cups.

Her stomach had always been reasonably slim but it seemed firmer than usual. Her core muscles were not really visible, but as she ran her hand under her ribcage, she could feel them moving underneath her skin.

She had notice her expanded hips earlier, but they seemed even more dynamic in comparison with her firmer, tighter waist. She twisted to the side to see a nicely formed butt rounding outward from her lower back. She couldn’t suppress a giggle as her eyes traced her slim, smooth legs, which looked as if they had gained another couple of inches over the course of the day.

As a complete package, it was pretty impressive—especially for Jenny, who was used to seeing an average-at-best body in the mirror every day. This was amazing! She looked more fit and more beautiful. It made her feel far sexier than she had ever felt in her life.

She actually considered going out to the bar that night. She might actually be able to pick up guys with this new body of hers… but she didn’t. Instead, she opted for her favorite romantic comedy, the one with the strong-jawed actor that always made her drool. As she fell asleep that night, she dreamt of seducing the actor from the movie. In the dream, the handsome man was unable to take his eyes off her lush, irresistible curves.

When she awoke the next morning, Jenny stared at her naked body after her shower, again marveling at its new shape. The only disappointment was that it hadn’t changed at all overnight. Maybe the changes were finished. If they were, she could hardly complain! She was better looking now than she had ever dreamed of being…

With her fitter, taller body, she decided to put her gym membership—the one she hadn’t used in over a year—to use. Now that she had a body that was worth the effort, she wanted to keep it in shape. She packed shorts and a t-shirt into a duffle bag and resolved to go to the gym after work that day.

The moment that she arrived at work, Anthony was at her desk, staring at the bulges in her sweater. Jenny had worn a pair of too-short slacks and a turtle-neck sweater today. She only owned two dresses and one skirt—the one that her pants had transformed into yesterday. Besides, this was more along the lines of her normal clothing choices. As desirable as she was feeling this morning, she was still a professional, and she would dress like one.

Jenny smiled at him, and he smiled back. This time, she came nearly to his chin as she stood before him.

“Everything still going well with the Smith pro forma?”

“Yes, Anthony. I was a little tired yesterday, but I’m feeling energized today, and I’m hoping to get it wrapped up before I leave.”

“Great! Let me know if you need anything…”

Jenny sat down at my computer and began to arrange the information into my usual pivot tables, when she noticed furtive glances by the men in the cubicles around her.

Wow! It was amazing the attention that blonder hair, bluer eyes, and a few extra inches of bust and height could get you…

That afternoon, Jenny scowled as she realized that she had done everything wrong. The numbers seemed to swirl in front of her, making her more and more confused as the day went on. This had seemed so easy at the client site yesterday. Why was she struggling so much with this assignment!

She decided to take a break and come at it in a few minutes with fresh eyes. As she rose from her desk, and turned, she nearly ran into Anthony. Her eyes were level with his lower lip now. It must be happening again! She was growing! Maybe she could check herself out in the bathroom mirror. Judging by the hungry look in Anthony’s eyes, her increased height likely didn’t represent the full extent of her changes.

“Hi there, Anthony! Sorry, I didn’t see you there! I don’t normally fail to catch a guy as good looking as you coming this close to me, but I guess I did this time…” What was that? If she didn’t know better, she would have thought she was flirting with her boss!

He seemed as taken aback as she was.

“Yes, um, well… I was just checking in, that’s all…” he said, tripping over his words.

Had she seriously just caused a guy to become flustered? Plain little Jenny flustered big powerful Anthony? She tried to suppress her delight.

“Okay. I’ll give you an update in a bit. I’ve got to go use the little girl’s room right now, though.” Jenny winked at him.

Winked. At Anthony. What was happening to her?!

She hurried to the bathroom and turned to face the mirror. Oh, my God!

Somehow she had gone from pretty, right past beautiful, straight to gorgeous. Her hair was a perfect golden blond now. She pulled a strand of it in front of her eyes. The strand as thick as a string and nearly glowed with radiant health. She shook her hair out, and its voluminous waves rippled downward to mid-back.

The skin on her face looked flawless, all of the typical blemishes and moles seemed to have vanished, leaving only tanned, vibrant skin in its place. Her eyes looked larger and a lighter, more brilliant shade of blue. Her lips had filled out even more. She bit her lower luscious lip, then let it go from my vividly white teeth. The effect was inviting. She had never had a face that could mesmerize, a look that could smolder.

Now she did.

Her thin, silk blouse was cut daringly low, showing off large, voluptuous breasts. She eyed them critically. She decided that they must be well beyond a C-cup now. She pressed a hand to her stomach, touching firm ridges underneath and pulling her top taught to show just how proudly the dramatic swells of her breasts really protruded. Her slim arms looked toned to perfection as she lowered her hands to hips under her tight skirt.

Her hips flared outward into provocative curves, pulling her tight skirt to mid-thigh. From there, her legs tapered inward, down, down the seemingly endless, eye-catching contours of her legs.

The rest of her body was every bit as gorgeous as her face.

This was unbelievable! How was it happening? Did this have something to do with that red light? Why was she only improving during the day, not at night? Anthony had been over at my desk a lot lately, and he had been the one that sent her to that weird alley where she had seen that light and lost time. Was he somehow doing this? She had to find out!

Jenny walked back to her cubicle, except with her long legs and supple hips, her walk became more of a saunter. Every male eye was on her as she made the trip. After seeing her new self in the mirror, she wasn’t all that surprised. She was captivatingly beautiful, after all.

She sat down at her computer, and the spreadsheet was a complete blur. She tried to type in a few formulas, but it only seemed to make things worse. She rubbed her eyes with her perfectly manicured fingers. Perfectly manicured? Her nails seemed to be changing along with her clothes and her body! Huh. Weird.

After another hour of staring at the screen and trying to make sense of things, she gave up. It was no use; it was like her intelligence was slipping away even as her body improved.

WHAT!!!!!! Her intelligence was slipping as her body improved. That was it!

Holy shit! She was becoming stupid and gorgeous, like some sort of bimbo! Was it worth trading her intelligence for beauty? As much as she loved her new looks, that answer had to be no. Losing her intelligence was losing a part of who she really was. No amount of beauty could make up for that.

It was almost like she was becoming one of Anthony’s dumb-as-bricks trophy wives. Almost? Maybe that’s exactly what was going on here. Jenny had met the most recent ex at last year’s Christmas party, and she had been as jaw-droppingly gorgeous as she was mind-numbingly dumb. Was he making her like that too? She needed to know. She needed to get him alone, get him to talk, to tell her what was going on.

She checked email for the next two hours to close out her workday, struggling for the last half hour just to remember how to attach a document to an email! She needed to get to the bottom of this quickly, or there wouldn’t be much of a mind left to save… if she could even manage to figure out how to save herself any more!

Sure enough, as her coworkers packed up and left, Anthony stopped by her desk again.

“So did you get those projections wrapped up?”

“Not quite, but I’ll get them wrapped up tomorrow. I was wondering, though, if you had any plans for the evening. I was just thinking how you owe me for bringing in that new client. Buy me a drink?”

Jenny realized why she was being so flirty with Anthony. She was attracted to him. Like, really attracted to him.

“Absolutely! I would like nothing more,” he said, with a wolfish grin.

As we arrived at the restaurant, Jenny realized that she was wearing a curve-hugging black cocktail dress. As she sat down on the barstool, the dress rose scandalously high on her shapely thighs. The “old” her would have pulled down at the hem, but the new her didn’t seem to care.

Anthony sat down next to her, placing his hand on her bare knee as he gazed intently into her luminous eyes. His touch was electric, and Jenny felt a surge of arousal jolt through her. Why was she concerned about him again? This man was, like, her ideal hunk.

Hunk? Lord! Her brain was, like, really going bye-bye.

“What would you like to drink?” he asked.

“Um, I don’t know. Why don’t you order for me?” she said with a giggle.

He ordered something or other. Jenny couldn’t be bothered to tell exactly what, but she gulped it down immediately.

“Easy there!” he said. “We’ve got business to discuss…”

Jenny stared at him dreamily. Wait! This wasn’t supposed to be how this went! She was supposed to be outsmarting him or something. There was something she was supposed to be figuring out. He was dangerous somehow! Her perfectly sculpted brows furrowed as she attempted to concentrate, but it was no use. Thoughts seemed to come, then flutter away like butterflies.

If she couldn’t trick him into revealing anything, then she needed to get out of here. Fast! She did remember that he was making her stupider somehow. She tried to think of an excuse. A few ideas seemed within her grasp, but they slipped away. Finally, she thought of something.

“Sorry, Anthony. I just remembered. I need to walk my dog!” With that, she slipped off the stool and ran out of the bar.

It was okay, he thought. She would be back at work tomorrow. It was curious, though, none of the others had lasted this long.

It took her nearly two hours to return home, as she drove, lost, in the wrong direction several times. When she finally arrived at her place, she was exhausted. She slipped out of her slinky dress and walked toward the bathroom to shower before bed, but her movement came to a halt when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.

“I’m really, really, really pretty now,” Jenny said aloud. It was an understatement, of course, but her Anthony-addled mind could come up with no more appropriate words.

She was breathtaking, an absolute vision of beauty. If she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, she had to be damn close.

Her hair was so luxuriant, so vibrant, that the girls in the hair commercials wished they had it. She shook it to send rippling, shifting waves of platinum tresses down to her lower back. Her face was hypnotic, her huge, azure, luminescent eyes sparkled in mesmerizing delight. Her cheekbones her lofty and regal, cementing her status as royalty by beauty if not by blood. Her lips were so full, so succulent that even she wished she could lean forward to kiss them.

Her breasts leapt forward in dynamic curves, at least another cup size larger, if not two. She would need to shop for something along the lines of a 30F or a 32F the next time she looked for lingerie. Her stomach was perfect, feminine but etched into barely visible plates, a groove running from bra to panties down the center. Her hips flared into delicious swells, their sensual curves only surpassed by those of her gorgeous ass, revealed in glorious profile to Jenny’s astonished eyes.

Her legs were sleek, sinuous masterpieces of luscious feminine muscle, long enough, now, to make a supermodel green with envy. Jenny giggled and put a delicate hand to those supremely kissable, ruby lips. Maybe this level of beauty was worth losing her mind for, after all.

Hardly concerned about things as trivial as intelligence, she bounced on the balls of her feet into the bathroom and showered, reenergized by the self-exhibition of her body. She pleasured herself that night to thoughts of Anthony, the only thing that she could clearly picture, now, in her mind’s eye.

Jenny awoke the next morning to a ding from her phone. It was a reminder. She had a doctor’s appointment this morning. That’s right!

She pulled a t-shirt on, with some difficulty, over the prodigious bulges of her breasts, their dynamic profile pulling up the shirt to leave a sliver of midriff visible underneath. With nothing else to fit the length of her interminable legs or the rounded swells of her firm hips and butt, she pulled on some stretchy yoga pants. They were distended to near-transparency by her awe-inspiring form, but she managed to get them high enough on her succulent hips for decency’s satisfaction.

She couldn’t remember the way to the doctor’s office or the way to open the maps app on her phone, but when she pressed the reminder, it automatically brought up the map. The pictures and arrows confused her, but when the little voice that came on told her where to go, she managed to get there.

She wasn’t able to complete the forms, but when she handed her wallet and the form to the receptionist, the woman filled everything in for her—after giving her a look that was half jealousy, half contempt. Jenny signed the form and waited until she was led into an examination room.

The doctor entered a moment later, eyes widening in shock—and desire—as he saw the spellbindingly luscious woman before him. He lost himself in her ocean blue eyes for a moment before startling out of it at her greeting.

“Hello, doctor,” Jenny said. “How are you?”

“Um, great! Yeah… Hi, I’m Matthew. Er, Dr. Caver. And you?” he replied, obviously flustered.

“I am Jenny. I am good,” she said, pleased that she had come up with such an eloquent response so quickly.

As he touched her wrist to take her pulse, Jenny heard a thought that seemed to be coming from him in her mind. Funny, she didn’t remember that happening with Anthony. Of course, he hadn’t touched her for more than a split second.

She would be the perfect goddess, super-intelligent, super-powerful, super-seductive…

As he released her wrist, his thoughts abruptly ceased—at least to her, they did.

That was funny, why would he think all of those things about her? She shrugged it off. It was difficult to be too concerned these days. Thoughts of concern floated away, just like all of the others did.

He asked her a variety of questions and she answered as best she was able. Her mind did seem to be clearing up a bit. She seemed to be able to think a complete thought from start to finish without having it drift away from her, as had been happening last night and earlier this morning.

“So tell me about this red light again?” the doctor asked, unsure whether to believe her story.

“It was red, and it was bright. I think it made me pretty because my boss wanted me to be pretty,” she said. She was delighted. This was the longest sentence she had been able to think or speak since yesterday afternoon!

“You think that a light made you pretty because your boss wanted you to be pretty?” Matthew said in disbelief.

Geez. Was this guy going to just keep repeating what she said? Maybe he was dumber than she was!

“Yes. He made me pretty and dumb because he wanted me to be that way,” Jenny said. “He likes bimbos.”

Good lord, thought Matthew. Could it be? Had this man somehow changed her into the gorgeous but dull-witted woman he saw before him? He would have chalked it up to some sort of hallucination or delusion—and he still suspected maybe it was—except for her phenomenal beauty. He had never seen a woman so perfectly formed. Her flawless skin, her dramatically sexy curves… they were almost unnaturally perfect—so close to his own ideal for beauty, his own perfect woman.

That was where the similarity in ideals ended, however. Whereas her boss apparently wanted her to be exceptionally dimwitted, his ideal woman would be as intelligent and powerful as she was sexy. God, if this girl could only be like that…

Jenny cocked her head to the side as she watched the doctor, Matthew, consider something.

“Is everything alright?” she asked.

“What? Oh yes, fine,” Matthew replied.

He was cute, Jenny decided. She liked him. She could think better around him… was she connected to the doctor now? To his desires? She had been growing less and less intelligent the last couple of days, as her beauty had burgeoned. Now, however, in the half hour she had spent with Matthew, she was already feeling more like her normal self. Well, normal, except far more gorgeous… and she was still feeling aroused. She had been, since her evening with Anthony at the bar.

Matthew touched her hand and gave her a sincere look. Jenny felt her nipples harden and a hint of moisture between her thighs. Why was she so easily aroused these days? I mean Matthew was good-looking. And he had to be smart, he was a doctor! And he seemed kind...

“I’m going to order some tests. The nurse is going to draw a blood sample momentarily, and I’m going to have you come back tomorrow for a couple other exams tomorrow.”

Jenny could tell Matthew was speaking, but what she heard were his thoughts again. Or maybe they were his desires?

If she could only continue to improve today, tonight. I would love to see her back her tomorrow as intelligent and powerful as she is beautiful…

He removed his hand again and the desires were silenced in Jenny’s mind.

Jenny was lost in thought as the nurse entered and took a blood sample. She wouldn’t mind Matthew’s desire coming true, herself!

When the nurse, finished, Jenny left the building and considered what to do next. If she went back to work, she might reconnect with Anthony. The thought sent a shiver of fear down her spine. She did NOT want to lose the modicum of intelligence that she had regained in her time with the doctor. She needed to avoid Anthony at all costs!

She looked at the passenger side in her car and saw her gym bag still sitting there from yesterday. Maybe she could go to the gym instead? She wouldn’t mind testing out this new body of hers…

As she walked up to the reception desk at the gym, she realized that she had forgotten her ID. She almost turned around to go back home, but then thought back to Matthew’s thoughts. Something about “super-seductive” had been in there. Of course, so had “goddess.” She giggled at the thought. What was that all about?

She decided to try her hand at the seduction thing. It wouldn’t be difficult to think seductive thoughts around this guy, she decided, eyeing the tasty biceps of the muscled gym rat sitting at the front desk. She read his nametag, then turned her spellbinding, dazzling eyes to his.

“Hello there… Mitch!” she leaned over his desk, watching his eyes drop to her cavernous cleavage. “I have a little confession to make…”

She leaned in even further and whispered. “…I forgot my gym card.”

He didn’t really seem to notice her words, but he sure noticed her spectacular breasts!

“Uh, yeah...” he said.

Jenny wasn’t quite sure what that meant by that response, but the drool that was about to escape his lips made her fairly certain that she could do whatever she wanted at this point, and he would be okay with it. She just straightened and walked back to the locker room. He didn’t say anything—probably because he was too busy watching her perfect ass swaying its way into the facility.

Jenny barely managed to get her workout clothes over her body. Her breasts didn’t seem to be shrinking at all. Matthew must like them as they are. She did, however, notice that her arms, legs, back, and stomach were gaining more definition. Matthew had wanted her to be more powerful. Apparently that included strength? It must! These muscles of hers were small and feminine, but she could almost feel the rising power within them. He must want her to be really strong if she were already feeling this way. It had only been a little over an hour since he first touched her!

She wasn’t all that familiar with the weight machines at the gym, but she wanted to start there today. She wanted to understand just what Matthew had in mind. She was so lucky to have bumped into him! If it weren’t for him, she would probably be able to think of nothing but sucking off Anthony right now… which is almost certainly what he had in mind when he sent her to the weird red light. Her mind seemed fully back to normal now. Again, that was amazing progress, considering how little time had passed since she met Matthew. At this rate, her mind was going to be pretty amazing by the time he saw her tomorrow!

She sat down at the tricep machine in the corner by the mirrored walls. She set the weight to about a third of the max. That was a lot of weight for a girl, right? She watched her triceps rise to prominence as the weights flew to the top of the machine with a clank.

Okay, so that was too easy. She set the weight all the way to the max for the next try. With the weight maxed out, she could feel some resistance, but it was easy. She stopped after about forty reps. This just wasn’t challenging. The last rep had felt even easier than the first. Her strength was really growing quickly! She might be juggling cars by tomorrow! Wow! Matthew really liked powerful women. Did she want to stay with him and become that powerful? A smile slowly expanded on her gorgeous face. Hell, yeah! This was great! She said another silent prayer of thanks for her good fortune in running into Matthew.

A big bodybuilder-type finished at a bench-pressing station, leaving three 45 lb. plates on each side of the bar. Jenny lay down at the station and pushed the weight upward. It went up without much trouble. She set it back down, found two more plates for each side and put them on. She lay down again and pushed the weight upward. She completed twenty reps. Again, the final rep was easier than the first! She placed two more plates on each side, nearly filling up the room on each side of the bar. The metal creaked as she pushed the weight upward. The first couple were difficult, and she could hardly complete them. By the third rep, it was feeling more comfortable. By the final rep, it wasn’t too tough at all.

This was amazing! She rose from the bench and decided that there was no reason to continue lifting weights. Whatever she did in here was going to be two easy. As she walked away from the machine, she couldn’t help but notice the bulging eyes of the guys, who had all stopped their workouts to watch this sexy blonde double their best lifts. She couldn’t hide her satisfied smirk.

Eat your hearts out, boys! My unbelievably gorgeous body is so much stronger than that you’ll never catch up… and I’m just getting started… she thought.

Goddess indeed! She could really get used to this!

Jenny decided to see if her fitness was keeping up with her strength, so she hopped onto an elliptical machine. She maxed out the incline and the resistance and started. It was a cakewalk. Maybe if she pulled harder with her arms, it would be more challenging…? She accidentally pulled the metal arm off the machine.

She gave a quick furtive glance around her. It didn’t seem that anyone had noticed her little accident in the mostly empty cardio area, so she set the arm of the machine down, propping it against the rest of the machine. She slipped quietly away to the locker room, then burst into another giggle.

This was incredible! She must be the strongest woman in the world already! She showered, then changed back into her revealing clothes. Wait! Hadn’t she been wearing a t-shirt earlier? It was a halter top now, showing off her visible, striated abs and massive but firm breasts. She looked even better than before! Was that possible?

Looking in the mirror, she decided that it must be possible because there was no question now. She was easily the world’s most beautiful woman. Apparently, Matthew’s taste in women was similar to Anthony’s when it came to looks. They both seemed to want her to be unbelievably, insanely inferno hot. That was fine by her!

She left the gym, amused as the receptionist’s gaze remained glued to her the entire distance from locker room to entrance, then went home, not to work. She was determined to continue avoiding…

Anthony!

He was standing outside her apartment door! He must have come here to wait for her when she didn’t show up at work. While Jenny gaped at him in surprise, he closed the distance between them and grabbed her arm.

Feeling a surge both in her desire for Anthony and in her already matchless curves, Jenny realized that she had just reconnected with him. Oh no! She fought the growing desire to kiss him and shoved him away instead. He practically flew across the hallway, crashing into the cinderblock wall. He slumped to the ground, head lolling as he lost consciousness.

Oops! She hadn’t meant to shove him that hard! She should have known better after her workout at the gym, but she hadn’t been thinking. Speaking of which, thinking was going to become much more difficult soon, if she didn’t connect with someone who didn’t want a bimbo girlfriend. She turned to leave but didn’t actually step forward. She turned back to Anthony, feeling her heart leap with desire as she did.

What if he was really hurt? Worse, what if he was bleeding internally or something? She didn’t want to be with Anthony, but she didn’t want to kill the poor guy either! She walked over to him and heft him over her shoulder, shivering with arousal as she felt his body. God, how she wanted him! He must want his bimbo girlfriend to really, really be attracted to him!

She fought off the feelings and carried him to her car.

The receptionist at the hospital looked shocked as Jenny walked in carrying the large man in her arms.

“This man needs some urgent attention,” Jenny said.

“Uh, yes, of course. Please bring him over to the stretcher to the side here,” the receptionist said, shaking the wonder at the strength of this unbelievably beautiful girl from her mind to deal with the matter at hand.

Jenny set Anthony down on the stretcher as two white clad men ran over and wheeled him away. Once Anthony was rolling toward medical attention, Jenny decided to track down Anthony. She needed him to touch her in order to put a halt to her intelligence loss again. She looked him up in the directory, then followed the map over the clinic area.

She found his office, but he wasn’t there. The next door over was open, however. She decided to see if she could get this other doctor to point her in the right direction to get to Matthew.

She strode confidently into his office, clad in yoga pants and a bikini top that put her breasts, abs, and arms on jaw-dropping display. Bikini top? Whatever. At this point, she was used to her clothes becoming more revealing throughout the day. She wondered if she would suddenly become naked at some point. Now that could make things interesting…

The doctor had a pen in his mouth as he pored over a patient’s x-ray results. As he looked up, the pen dropped from his lips to bounce on the floor. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen—magazine and movies included—had just waltzed into his office. And she was wearing a bikini and yoga pants! He would have been incredulous if he weren’t so aroused.

Jenny plopped down in the seat across from him, bit her luscious, crimson, lower lip and widened her eyes in coquettish innocence.

“Excuse me, sir, but I really need your help. I need to find Dr. Carver, but he’s not in his office next door. Would you happen to know where he is?”

“I, um, what? Oh yeah! He actually just went to grab some lunch, but he usually eats in his office. He should be back any time…”

“Thank you soooo much,” Jenny replied, rising slowly from her seat to give him a good view of her breathtakingly sexy body. He deserved a little reward for helping her, she thought.

She walked around the desk and gave the surprised doctor a hug. She wasn’t sure what his desires were, but they couldn’t be any worse than Anthony’s, right? She felt a sudden urge to wear black leather and buy a whip. Oh, God!

She quickly released the hug and gave him a last, quick smile as she wondered how hard she would need to spank him before… No! She definitely needed to find Matthew now! She hustled out of the office.

As she entered the hallway, she saw Matthew’s office door closing. She hurried over and slipped her foot in the way before it latched closed. She pushed it back open.

Matthew whirled and gaped at her in surprise.

“Jenny! What are you…?”

Jenny strode up to him and cut off his question with a passionate kiss, loosening the reins ever-so-slightly on the hormones raging inside her from the combination of Anthony’s, Matthew’s, and that other doctor’s fantasies.

She felt the desire for whips and chains fade and, now that she was expecting it, felt her mind and strength begin their expansions once again. She smiled in the middle of her kiss. Matthew’s lunch clattered to the floor, and Jenny felt his arms wrap around her smooth, toned back. His hands roamed her the bare flesh of her back as their tongues swirled into each other.

In her hyper-aroused state, back in the relative comfort of Matthew and his goddess fantasies, Jenny began to lose herself in passion. She pressed her prodigious breasts into his hard, sculpted chest and squeezed him into her.

She felt his breath whoosh into her mouth and heard a faint pop in his back. Dazzling eyes widening in shock, she relaxed her squeeze at once! Oops! She really needed to remember the whole super-strength thing! She broke their kiss, brows knitting together in worry.

“Oh my God, Matthew, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

The Cheshire smile that formed on his lips was answer enough, but Matthew added.

“Wow! Better than a visit to the chiropracter!”

Jenny smiled back and picked up where they had left off—just a bit lighter on the grip.

As she made out with the handsome doctor, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her lips left Matthew’s and she turned, breathless from their shared passion. She caught Anthony’s face from the corner of her eye, and hers widened again in response.

What the hell? How…?

Anthony’s fist rocketed past her face into Matthew’s. Matthew stumbled backward from the blow, sprawling to his back on the floor. Anthony grabbed Jenny’s arm and pulled, clearly intending to haul her out of here. Apparently, he hadn’t figured out the nature of Matthew’s fantasies from their earlier encounter.

Jenny prepared to send him flying again, but… she couldn’t. He was so amazingly sexy. Her hormones, building even further from her impromptu make-out session with Matthew were now too strong to resist. Anthony was a living sex god, after all. She wanted, needed to have him inside her. She used her strength to pull him toward her, her lips crashing into his as her arousal erupted like a volcano inside her.

Anthony didn’t resist. She wasn’t surprised. She hadn’t really experienced any resistance from men in the last day or so. One look at her erotically perfect profile, and, well, they were putty in her hands. Her feelings of desire and arousal from Anthony mixed with her desire to be powerful and seductive from Matthew…

Jenny tried to keep her grip on Anthony light, but he was just so fucking irresistible. Her hands began to crush him against the swells of her perfect body.

He moaned, and she smiled inside. Good, he was enjoying himself, she thought.

He began to push against her. Heh, he was so cute! Play struggling and all…

As an audible crackle and several loud pops rang out, he finally managed to pull his lips away from hers. He screamed.

This finally roused Jenny from her desire-addled state, and she released the large, who dropped to the floor whimpering. Matthew walked up from behind her and kicked him in the face.

He went still.

“Matthew!” she said, and leapt onto the sexy doctor, plastering his face with kisses.

“Geez, Jenny!” he said. “Believe me, I want this as much as you do, but we’ve got to deal with your boss here first. Then, we can go home, and, you know…”

Matthew gulped as he said that, trying to swallow down his own rising desire. He would be with her soon, his ascending goddess. First, however, he needed to tie up these loose ends.

“Okay…” Jenny said, pouting. With the multitude of desires flowing into her today, she was incredibly turned on. She had made her decision, however. She wanted Matthew. She wanted to be the person he wanted her to be, his sexy, powerful, genius goddess. She hopped onto Matthew’s desk, crossed her legs and tried to suppress her feelings of desire until they could get out of here. Then, she would show him what he always wanted but could never have… not until now; not until her.

Matthew made a call, and some men came to bring Anthony back down to the emergency room. Jenny couldn’t resist some mischievous smiles and long-lashed winks at the men, giggling when she saw erections bulge in their pants. She idly wondered if she could make them—you know—if she gave them her most smolderingly sexy gaze…

Then, she caught Matthew’s stern look out of the corner of her and returned an innocent “who, me?” look.

Okay, she wouldn’t try that just yet. Maybe later. Maybe when Matthew wasn’t around to keep her in line…

After another hour of answering police questions and whatnot about Anthony, Jenny was practically quivering with the anticipation of the moment she could get him alone.

When the police left, we both ran down to his car and drove to his house. Jenny might have nipped Matthew’s ear once or twice on the way. He brushed her away with a wicked smile each time.

The moment the door to his home closed, she was all over him, careful not to hurt him, focusing instead on how to use her knowledge of his desires to take him to heights of pleasure he had never before experienced. Three times. Wait, four, actually, if you counted that thing she did with her tongue… It was so hard to keep track of these things when they lasted an entire, rapturous night.

As Matthew slept on the ravaged bed, completely spent from their night’s activities, Jenny arose, more energized than ever. She glanced in the mirror as she walked toward the living room. My Lord! Her body was über-perfection—beyond even its previous height of perfection from the evening before. If her boddy was any indication, she really was becoming a goddess. She gave the mirror a wink with the boldest, longest eyelashes imaginable, then turned her head with a swish of her incredible mane of sumptuous platinum, now cascading all the way to her achingly sexy ass.

On her way to the living room, she connected her ascending mind to the cells in her perfect body, using her now far-beyond-genius level IQ to connect with the cells of her body. She felt the subatomic forces that bound the atoms of her body together and began to tinker with them. What if she tweaked those forces a bit and turned them against the force of gravity…

Her feet rose from the hardwood floor. She smiled beatifically as she floated in the middle of Matthew’s living room, her brilliant mind and incredible body working in tandem to give her the power of flight.

She couldn’t wait to show Matthew her new trick! She wondered what she would be capable of by tomorrow. She was sure it would be much, much more.

Jenny’s ocean eyes twinkled as her developing power of precognition gave her a vision of what she would become.

She licked her lips in anticipation.