The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Really Caleigh? That’s what you’re going to wear to the most important dinner of my professional life?”

Caleigh sighed, “What’s wrong with this sweater? It’s cute.”

Nick was a little on edge to say the least. Somehow, Nick had actually managed to schedule a dinner with Victor Masterson, the President and CEO of the SLU-Tech, which was the up-and-coming tech company that Nick had been working for the last three years. Word around the office was that there was a big promotion to be had, and Nick was determined to get it. If this went well, he would be the front-runner for the Executive VP opening. This was the chance of a lifetime and anyone would be feeling the pressure right now. A fact that Caleigh was trying to remind herself of as her boyfriend critiqued her outfit.

“This is a fancy dinner,” Nick reminded her. “You can’t wear a ‘cute’ sweater!”

What Caleigh didn’t know was that Nick had heard all the rumours about Mr. Masterson. Apparently, the guy fancied himself a player. He had no issues with flirting with the wives and girlfriends of his employees. So Nick knew that he needed Caleigh to be looking her absolute hottest. Because having a good looking girlfriend that isn’t opposed to a little flirting could go a long way toward helping him get into Mr. Masterson’s good graces.

The only problem was that Caleigh didn’t really match that description. While she was an incredibly attractive girl, being flirty was not her strong suit. Her attempts at being flirty usually left her feeling self-conscious and embarrassed, so she didn’t really try that hard anymore. It helped that it didn’t take more than asking Nick if he wanted to “do stuff” to get him into the bedroom.

“Where’s the dress I got you?” Nick was trying to stay calm but his frustration was building, “I didn’t buy you a six-hundred dollar dress just for it to sit in your closet. I bought it so you could look good and I need you to look good tonight.”

Caleigh mumbled something under her breath as she disappeared back into her closet.

Sure, Nick had explained the plan to her a few times now: look cute, be bubbly, show a little skin and giggle at Mr. Masterson’s jokes. But Caleigh had never had a hard time making friends by just being herself, and she didn’t see why tonight couldn’t be any different.

“Maybe he has a point”, Caleigh thought to herself as she took the dress out of the closet. It was expensive and he obviously expected her to wear it. And it wasn’t like it was some ugly bridesmaid dress; it was designer and really trendy… even if it wasn’t really her style.

Though, as she tried it on and walked back into the living room, she was beginning to wonder why she even agreed to go through with this.

“It’s a little low-cut, don’t you think?” she asked, even though they already knew the answer. Her boobs were totally on display. “And short,” she continued in her mind, “and skanky.”

“Caleigh. Please. I need you to do this one thing for me,” Nick was really starting to lose his patience, “I wanted to surprise you, but this isn’t just a designer dress. I brought it to my team in R&D and they’ve woven some of the latest fashion technologies into the fabric.”

Caleigh shook her head. “Nick, this isn’t me at all. It’s way too tight and skimpy. People are going to judge,” she paused for a second to try and adjust the dress, “and what the heck does technology have to do with a dress? I don’t need a cocktail dress to tell me my heart rate. No one does.”

She tugged at the bottom of the dress in an attempt to cover herself up. Then, all of a sudden, she couldn’t move.

Nick looked up from his phone, “Oh, it’s not a heart rate monitor… but I’ll give the suggestion to the guys. I’m sorry to have to do this, babe… but you didn’t give me much of a choice. A guy in the R&D department at work showed me this and I had him put it into your dress. You see, there are nanites in the dress that allow me to use this app to make a whole bunch of modifications to both the garment and the person wearing it.”

Looking back at the app on his phone, Nick started to alter the dress. He made it even shorter than Caleigh would have ever allowed for even her naughtiest lingerie. He then added a corseted waist to really accentuate his girlfriend’s figure. He also gave Caleigh some large gold hoop earrings and a matching bangle to make her look expensive and sexy.

“That outfit is perfect,” Nick said to his helpless girlfriend. “I’m not sure how aware you are of what’s happening but, if you are in there, I am really sorry for what I have to do next.”

Nick switched to the “Wearer” screen on the app and a three-dimensional image of Caleigh came up along with some character traits. A small part of him felt guilty about this; he knew he could stop now and there would still be a chance that she’d forgive him but he really needed this dinner to go well. If nothing else, the raise he would receive might be enough to buy Caleigh’s forgiveness. Or at least her silence.

Nick reasoned to himself that, if he made Caleigh’s mental changes first, she might not even remember the physical ones. With that, he began to make his adjustments. The first was to drop her IQ down to 85, which was his lucky number and made her dumb and ditzy enough to giggle at just about everything Mr. Masterson said. He then doubled her libido and playfulness while also making her as flirtatious as the app would allow.

He took another look at Caleigh and was satisfied that, even if she was still in there, the new her would love what was about to happen. And, if she wasn’t, he knew his boss would definitely appreciate it. Switching over to the “Physical” portion of the app, Nick began transforming his naturally pretty girlfriend into a complete bimbo fuckdoll. He swelled her modest B-cup breasts to cartoonish H-cup tits. He proceeded to inflate her butt as well to give her that Jessica Rabbit-esque look on her already tiny waist.

He lengthened her hair enough to ensure it would go down to her ass and added some curls. He then plumped up her lips so much that she couldn’t fully close them anymore. Finally, he changed her eyes to make them look bigger, brighter and more vacant. He wanted Caleigh to be as hot as she was dumb. Maybe even hotter. Once he was content with her appearance, he used the app to reapply her make-up with a look that was more fitting for the set of porno than a fancy business dinner.

Nick looked at the new and improved Caleigh; a version of her that was previously only possible in his dirtiest dreams and he became very aware of the tightness in the front of his dress pants. He had thought about his somewhat-prudish girlfriend becoming a bimbo trophy wife like some of the other wives he had met around the office. About what the smart and sweet Caleigh would look like as a plastic bimbo housewife. And now his dreams were a reality.

“I promise that I’ll fix everything once this is over. And, once I get this job, I owe you one very romantic vacation… but, in the meantime, we still have 20 minutes and,” Nick stepped toward the still-frozen-in-place bimbo in front of him, “I think I need to relax a bit before this dinner.”

Nick parted his girlfriend’s lips into an inviting O-shape. In her current state, Caleigh was little more than a living blow-up doll. A thought popped into his head to use the app to change Caleigh’s name to something more suitable… like Cici. He would do that but, first, there was a more pressing need. Nick undid his pants, lowered Cici onto her knees and used his new bimbo girlfriend like the doll she was. He fucked her face hard and fast, and was amazed her good her over-inflated lips felt around his cock. He thought about making Caleigh keep them once this was all over. After cumming all over Cici’s expressionless face and wiping it clean, Nick grabbed his phone and unfroze her.

“Oh, heya baby!! I’m like, soooo excited to go to dinner with you. Do ya want me to suck Mr. Masters’ cock under the table? I bet he’d totally give ya the job then!” Cici asked with so much enthusiasm that Nick couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s Masterson, babe. But that might not be the worst idea,” he said, half-joking.

On the way to dinner, Nick wondered what Mr. Masterson would think of his girlfriend. Cici was sucking his cock as he drove, which was something the old Caleigh never wanted to do. She moaned and giggled around his cock as cum shot into her mouth. Nick grinned as a thought came to him. If Cici was a hit at dinner, maybe he’d have to change her back like this again.

Or, as he glanced over at the bimbo now fondling her tits as she adjusted her dress, maybe he’d never change her back at all.