The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1. Monday Morning

When I woke up Monday Morning, I was greeted by Susan’s hands gently playing with my cock on the one hand, and the smell of sizzling bacon on the other. She smiled at me and asked which I preferred right now. Before I could answer, my tummy rumbled rather loudly and we broke up laughing. “Well, I guess that answers my question” she giggled.

I noticed as I got up that things had changed overnight. I vaguely remembered being sweaty and feeling quite sticky and gritty before falling asleep and asking Tammy to clean us up and make us comfortable. She did so efficiently but sleepily. Suddenly the room was clean, the air fresh and lightly scented, and I was perfectly... comfortable. Man, its handy having a genie around!

Just as we were getting up, Brit stuck her head in the doorway. “Good, you’re up... and ‘up’, too, I see!” She laughed at my erection, Susan’s hand still resting lightly on it. “Breakfast is ready. If you want it hot, come on out. Otherwise, I guess Jeannie can re-heat it for you!” She laughed as she closed the door and walked away.

I waggled my eyebrows at Susan, doing a bad impression of Groucho Marx. “So, whaddaya wanna do, my pretty?” I said, leering at her.

She laughed again. “Hey, I know you. We can do THAT anytime, but we only get the chance to eat around here once in a while, so I for one, am going to try out Jeannie’s cooking.” As she dressed, I reflected on the fact that this was the second time this morning that Tammy had been called ‘Jeannie’. I figured they were doing it to get a rise out of her- Tammy blushed so prettily when you called her ‘Jeannie’. I got myself dressed and joined Susan and Brit at the table.

“Umm, Tammy, this smells delicious!” I exclaimed as I inhaled the odors of her cooking. She was doing something exotic with the spices and vegetables that turned the scrambled eggs into a rare delicacy.

“Master, who is ‘Tammy’?” Tammy asked. Odd, her accent seemed a little more pronounced now. Betty was looking at me funny as well. Susan was joining me in looking at them.

“I... ah... Well, who are you?” I asked her. I had a feeling I already knew this answer.

She laughed musically, “Why, I am Jeannie of course. You know that, you rescued me from my bottle, my brave, strong Master!” Incredible. Her speech patterns were subtly different- no contractions, a musical tone and cadence. I was just noticing that she was holding herself and dressing herself a bit differently as well.

“What do you think, Betty?” I asked Betty- again thinking that I already knew the answer.

“Betty? Are you OK? Suze- did he hit his head or something” she asked, concerned. “Remember? I’m Brit? Are you OK? I can stay home from work if you need me to.” She and Tamm... er, Jeannie were looking at me with great concern in their faces.

Susan came to my rescue. “Do you recall the wish you made to Jeannie before going to bed, about being ‘comfortable’?” she asked as I nodded. “Well, I think this is a side-effect of that. I know I woke up feeling more balanced and familiar with my new breasts and sexuality than I was before that wish.

I thought about this as I watched them finish up breakfast and clear away the plates and things. They were so different, and were even different than yesterday. I ate slowly as I thought about what was going on.

Jeannie was the shortest, with long, long dark honey gold hair. Because she is short and slender, her breasts seem to be the biggest in the group, even though they all wear about the same cup sizes. Jeannie moves as if she is listening to music- when she picks up a dish, it looks like it is part of a carefully choreographed dance somehow. She has this look of intensity, like she is being very careful and is focusing on one thing at a time.

Susan was average height. She still looked like the head cheerleader or a ‘corn fed’ beauty queen. Her hair is sort of auburn, worn shoulder length and curly. Her body is trim and lovely, with the biggest pair of breasts of the group. They ride high and firm and she is justifiably proud of them. She seems to enjoy putting them on display for us. Of the three, Susan is the least changed.

Brittany is the tallest and is more ‘elegant’ than the others. Her changes include a new career, and she has a real air of authority and professionalism, yet she is not afraid to show her femininity or sexuality. She moves with a smooth grace, her long, silky raven black hair swirling around her.

Brit is already getting ready for work. She has changed to more of a suit and put her hair up and looked far more the financial wiz, but still exuded sensuality. Her body language shifted slightly, becoming more ‘in charge’. She kissed us all, sneaking in a good fondling, and left for the day.

I was a bit taken aback that she could just go off to work like that- to a job that did not even exist Friday. I guess the ‘be comfortable’ command made this seem perfectly natural to her. I idly wondered why it had not made me think that everything was normal- but I was sorta glad it didn’t.

Susan and I had called into work separately and finagled most of the week off, so with Tam... er, Jeannie cleaning up, we had no pressing engagements. She snuggled up against me and murmured in my ear. “Do you know what I would like to do right now” She whispered as she caressed my arm and pressed a warm breast against me.

“Ummm” I murmured back, reaching around to cup her breast. “Here or in the bedroom?” I asked.

“Oh, right here lover. Let’s try some other wishes right here!” She said with a grin.

“Wishes.” I mumbled. “Nine inches of hard-on and she wants to do wishes!”

Susan fake pouted. “Well, if there is something you’d rather do...” She began.

“As a matter of fact...” I began.

“...We can do it right after we experiment with some more wishes!” She concluded with a ‘cat that ate the canary’ grin.

I had to laugh. “OK, what this time?” We already had discovered that I could not make any new changes on any of us- but we did not know if that was because there was some sort of ‘one per customer’ limit, or if I had used up my three. We had also already determined that I could not affect inanimate objects (apart from being a part of a ‘working’ wish), money or finances, non-human living things, and a laundry list of other options. This seems to be a pretty specific gift.

Susan, Jeannie and I spent the day experimenting and making plans. We did discover something interesting that we kept exploring-Jeannie’s powers had some odd elements as well. She was powerful in direct relation to how close she was to me. If I got too far away, she could not accomplish hardly anything. She also could not totally undo any of the wishes I already made, no matter how I asked her. Interesting!

At one point, we created an experiment that we planned on trying out this afternoon for MY powers. I began to make the appropriate phone calls and get everything ready.

Steve was my best friend. We went to school together, shared a house for a while, and hung out for years. Then, he somehow got tangled up with this girl. He loved her but the rest of the group pretty much hated her. I still cannot put my finger on what it was about her. She never really fit in, and never really tried. If I tried to get together with Steve, she somehow managed to interfere. Even though I was his best man, I had rarely seen him since the wedding. When I HAD seen him, I was convinced that he was not totally happy with married life. She seemed a bit of a shrew, and he had not come close to taming her. It seemed so unfair- I had three beautiful, devoted women and he had Shirley.

The plan was... pretty lame, actually. I arranged to head over tonight under the pretext of dropping off a belated birthday gift. I really had got him something, but ‘somehow’ we never were able to get together to do anything. Tonight, Jeannie and I were just going to drop it off, then deal with things as opportunities arrive. As Brit was working late tonight, Susan was along for moral support, ideas, and to take part in whatever was going to happen, waiting in the car until signaled.

2. Monday Night.

Shirley answered the door when we knocked. Although surprised by Jeannie, she was nonetheless surely with me. “This is a really bad time. Why don’t you just leave the gift with me and we’ll call you when there is a better time to get together.” This much, we were ready for. Jeannie made a small blink, and Shirley began to blink as if waking up. “On second thought, why don’t you come on in for a minute?” She led us into the living room and went to fetch Steve. A second later, I heard my old buddy bounding down the stairs.

“Bro! Where ya been? Man, Its been months- I missed ya!” He bellowed as he crushed me in a bear-hug. I told him I have called many times but things keep getting in the way. He shot a quick look at Shirley and mumbled something about things being busy as she excused herself to another room. We made small talk for a couple minutes as he began to really notice Jeannie. “Dude, who is this?” He said, eyeballing her. “Your new girlfriend? Yo, you can do much better than this old guy!” He said to her, chuckling. I introduced them, then asked how things were going. This was a pre-planned cue. Jeannie shot him a quick blink of his own, and he began to spill his guts under her ‘tell all’ spell.

Shirley was a shrew indeed. She had him on a short leash- they went to her movies, ate at her favorite restaurants, hung with her friends, and so forth. She controlled most of his life, and he had just sort of rolled over and let her because of the sex. Apparently, the sex at the beginning was wonderful, but then began to be issued in smaller and more controlled measures ever since. Of course, when they started to date, Shirley was a babe- but I was appalled at how she looked now. He agreed. She had really let herself go in the last few years, but, as he said, “Dude. What can you do?”

I smirked. “You can do this!” I went to the door and called in Susan. His jaw dropped as another bodacious babe entered his house and made a big point to kiss me wetly as she passed.

Steve’s reply was classic: “Wha...?” I quickly outlined the events of the last few days and of my intention to share this gift with my friends. “Oh, please dear God- tell me I am your friend!” He begged. I laughed and assured him that he was indeed my best friend. Just as I had known one of Tammy’s secrets, I also knew one of Steve’s. We used to be interested in building models, and he got into building figurines. One of the sites we visited was that of a model designer named Mike James. He had a lot of artwork of incredibly sexy women, but one figurine really used to trip Steve’s trigger... and that was going to be my special gift to him!

I called Shirley back into the main room. Because of Jeannie’s little ‘go along’ spell, she came back in, sullen and obviously resentful but trying to put on a pleasant face in front of company. She was shocked to see another girl, but tried to cover it. Before things could get any uglier in there, I stood up and put my hand on her shoulder. “Shirley, why don’t we stand right over here?” I caught her by surprise and she let me guide her into the middle of the room. Before she could react more, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the images at the website I had reviewed before coming over.

Shirley was a big girl. She was as tall as me (which still made her quite a bit shorter than bear-like Steve), with a big head of black hair. She was getting a double chin and puffy eyes and her body had obviously been pretty nice, but was going quickly to pot. It took a lot of concentration to see the image I had in my mind in her place.

Suddenly, like an orgasm in my arm, I felt the power flow and Shirley instantly began to change according to plan. First, she shrunk- a lot! She ended up looking like a twelve-year-old girl. Of course, her clothes did not change at the same time, so they pretty much fell off, and Susan help remove whatever was left, leaving her shirt as an oversized robe. Shirley stood there, stunned, looking into a mirror Jeannie had thoughtfully conjured. Steve looked like he was going to blow a heart valve! Sue took to calming him down as I began the next phase. At this point, Shirley was tall and thin, with no curves to speak of, and short dark hair. Her face was still Shirley-ish, but her eyes were bigger and her nose and mouth were smaller. Her face was very heart-shaped now as well.

Phase two. Shirley began to grow up. She quickly blossomed into ripe teenager-hood with pert tits that made delightful dents in her old shirt. Her waist was tiny and flared into an equally pert ass. Her hair became shimmeringly black and arranged itself in a page-boy cut around her cute face. I progressed her age a bit further along this line and her breasts, hips, and buttocks continued to grow. I stopped her in her mid-twenties.

By now, Steve had a woodie that we could see from across the room and Sue seemed to be staring at. Shirley was looking at the mirror and had removed her top to admire herself from all sides. Jeannie was removing her old clothes and working in the background.

Phase three. I gave Shirley a sculpted, muscular body. Mike Jame’s women shared incredible physiques with muscles, dimples, and curves galore. Right now, Shirley was cute- hell, she was downright gorgeous! But, she was no Mike James model... sooo...

Her muscles grew. Her breasts grew and became firm. Her buttocks tightened up until you could probably use them to crack a walnut. Each muscle in her legs, arms, and groin became cut and defined- but still covered with a delightful layer of soft skin and just enough padding to keep her from looking scary. Her face took on a bit more sculpting as well- her nose was tweaked into a cute little thing between her wide green eyes and above her pouting lips. High cheekbones formed as her face subtly reshaped itself. Her lashes were long, her eyebrows perfectly arched. Even her ears were sexy as hell!

Yeah. Shirley and Steve both liked this! His hard-on threatened to rip out his pants, and she was posing in front of the mirror, checking out biceps and watching her leg muscles glide over each other as she moved. I could have stopped her, and Steve would have been happy- but I had more to come!

No one really noticed the slight bulge at the base of her spine, but soon, it looked like a smooth finger was growing out just above her tight derriere. It quickly grew to be a fleshy tail, about five feet long. It was the same color as her skin, becoming slightly redder near the tip. It was twitching and moving like an angry cat’s as we all stared at it, totally stunned. She seemed to quickly get it under control as she moved it up into view. She was holding it like a cock, staring at it... when she felt a need to lick it. She stuck out her tongue... and was amazed to see it reach out over six inches!

She instantly turned to the mirror to look at her new tongue and the last few changes suddenly hit. Her ears shifted up and protruded from the top of her hairdo in two points, like an elf’s or a cat’s. Her eyes shifted, giving the vague appearance of a Siamese cat. Her labia became thick and swollen, and her clitoris enlarged visibly at the top of her new vagina. She was a 5′ 4″ tall cat woman, modeled after Mike Jame’s ‘Kitty’. This Kitten had firm, globular 34E breasts over a tiny 18-inch waist with an explosive 32″ flare to her new hips.

Jeannie stepped up and blinked. Kitten was now almost wearing a skin-tight leopard patterned teddy-style outfit. It was a high-necked, long sleeved top with almost no back. That stretched down and between her legs, revealing every curve and ripple as she moved. It fit snugly along about a foot of her tail, and was held together with some criss-crossed ties in back and a lot of wishful thinking! Kitten had on high heels of a matching pattern, and was wearing a gold necklace with a gold pet tag reading ‘Kitten’ on one side, ‘Property of Steve Ericks’ on the other.

Kitten stood in the middle of the room, basking and purring contentedly as she licked the backs of her hands and we looked at her. “Kitten,” I said, pointing at my old buddy. “This is Steve, your owner.” Kitten immediately began to purr louder and got down on all fours to cat-walk over to him. She nuzzled her head in his lap as he looked at her and me in awe.

“Watch this” I said to him, reaching to the back of her neck. I removed the necklace, and she shivered for an instant as her tail, ears, and tongue became ‘normal’. “What is your name, girl?” I asked her.

“Shirley, naturally!” She replied in a low, sexy tone. I asked her whose lap she was in, and she answered “Why, my husband, Steve’s!” When I asked how she felt about him, she replied that she loved him, as usual, with all of her heart, and that she would do anything at all he asked! I thanked her and slipped the necklace back on. In seconds, she was Kitten again.

“Happy birthday, Steve” I exclaimed! I told him that he had two women in one here- Shirley was his devoted and beautiful wife, while Kitten was his extreme sex slave. I told him that Jeannie had already altered everyone else’s memories to accommodate the new Shirley, but that the new memories would take some time to ‘settle in’, so be ready for the odd comments for a while. All the while, Kitten had been purring and nuzzling his cock, so I am not sure he was paying a lot of attention. He certainly had not noticed that Susan had been undressing and was playing with me as I was talking, and he became even more distracted as Kitten unzipped him with her teeth.

While I am not usually one to watch other people having sex, I could not help but stare at Kitten’s extraordinary performance as she combined her hands, mouth and tail to get Steve out of his pants. She slipped her tail’s tip into his ear and stroked his face ever-so-lightly with it as she finally got everything undone and was slipping his jeans off as he helped by raising up a bit.

She stared at in with eyes half closed, as if praying to it for a second before she began to lap at the underside with long, teasing strokes, circling his head with her long tongue each trip. Her tail was driving him crazy stroking his face and nipples, and one of her small hands was stroking his nuts, definitely driving him even more nuts! With a sudden plunge, she literally pounced on his cock and was sliding her pouty lips up and down the shaft, purring as she went. She began to twist and turn her head, changing the angle of attack. It was fascinating to watch her tail- she was slowly loosing control of it and it had taken up stroking her own lower lips in an absent way.

She loosened the tie strings on the back of her tiny suit and her tail began to press against her very damp pussy’s pussy. Her purring got louder and her head movements grew more extreme and noisier. Steve was holding her head in his hands and groaning, adding his own hip motions to the mix. Her tail was thrusting in and out of her pussy, when it suddenly jerked out to touch Steve’s lips, transferring her juices to him. He sucked them off and she had a sudden spasm of pleasure at the sensation. She began to jerk and twist as her first orgasm in this body tore through her.

The sensations and sounds were too much for Steve. He came with a bellow and Kitten neatly swallowed most of it and licked up whatever escaped. She then delicately cleaned him off with a series of laps that started getting him hard again. She slipped off the rest of her top, freeing her incredible breasts. She turned her backside to him and rubbed her tight ass and tail on his chest. Her tail wrapped itself around his firm cock and guided it to her mewling pussy. She contorted herself and wriggled on his manhood, letting it slip into her deliciously, inch by inch. She hunched over and danced her bouncy bottom on his lap, then flung one leg into the air and spun-impossibly- around on him to end up facing him. She began to smother him with kisses and licking his face and neck with her long tongue even as her tail was tickling his balls.

It took him a minute to respond to the onslaught, then he began to juggle her fabulous tits, palming her tight nipples to diamond hardness, making her purr louder and louder as he also began to thrust upwards into her tight body. He was poised at the edge of the cushion as she rode him like a wild stallion, moaning and purring. Sometimes their heads thrown back wildly, other times they consumed each other’s faces and chests as she rode him for a long series of spectacular orgasms. Almost as one, they finally fell limp on the sofa.

“No, dear God, no. This isn’t right,” Steve said, almost sobbing. Huh?

Steve was looking at me as if I were a... monster? No, not quite. He was looking at me like I was a kid who did something really, really bad but was trying hard. I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.

“You never did really like Shirley, did you? You and the other guys. You all thought she was wrong for me, didn’t you?” I nodded-barely moving my head. “God, this is MY fault. I shoulda told you this years ago he murmured.

“We were good friends a long time ago, but you guys- you never really grew up. You guys had no motivation or plan for your life. Shirley saw some potential in me, and she worked to bring something out in me I didn’t even know I had. Sure, she nagged sometimes, and she had a nasty habit of using sex to manipulate me, but God, she also helped me get my degree and a better job. With her help, we have some real money set aside and some great plans for the next few years.

“You know why we stopped hanging out? It was because you were such a slacker you were holding me back, man! When we got together, it was mostly talking about old times and pipe dreams, griping about ‘the Man’ and our rotten jobs.” He sighed, deeply and sadly. “She wasn’t the reason we stopped getting together. I was. I just used her as an excuse, and she went along with it. She was perfectly happy to be the bad guy for me.”

I was stunned. “But... but what you said earlier- the short leash, her choosing everything... What was that all about?” I stuttered.

“I never claimed Shirley was perfect. What I said was true... although I am not really sure why I said it all to you. She isn’t perfect, but I love her... loved her as she was.” He paused, reflecting for a moment. As he spoke, his voice was getting softer and more refined- loosing the booming biker sound he used earlier. I also suddenly noticed that his clothing was nicer than he used to wear. The house was clean and tasteful- a far cry from how he used to live. I had not noticed, but his big ponytail was gone and his hair was cut in a flattering style. My God, he HAD changed! Did this mean...

I had to get out of there. I got up fast and was on the sidewalk before anyone could even get out of their chairs. Susan caught up with me and I brushed her aside. “Leave me alone” I growled.

“But what about these guys?” She asked, looking a bit scared.

“Have Jeannie fix things as best she can... whatever.” I stormed off into the night, not noticing Susan and Jeannie watching me and looking at each other.

Hours later I was sitting on a park bench looking at a dark lagoon, thinking equally dark thoughts. How I had wasted much of my life. After all, here I was, at my age with my training, in a pretty much dead-end job and until I MADE them, no real friends- especially no girl friends. Then, when I had a chance to make a difference, I totally destroy the lives of Susan, Jeanie, Brit, Shirley and even Steve! As I thought about it, the ripples of my despair grew- all the people whose lives THEY touched are now affected by my actions. God... oh God. The water was looking pretty inviting.

It would be so easy to just walk into it...

A rustle behind me barely registered. Then I caught a whiff of her perfume. Brit. She sat down beside me and did not say a word for a while. “Susan and Jeannie told me what happened,” she began after about fifteen minutes. “You may be interested in knowing that they calmed your friend down and Jeannie worked on them a bit to try to figure out how to ‘put things right’ like you asked. It turns out that she did not need to do very much. Both of them were pretty happy with the physical changes, and Shirley was delighted with her ‘Kitten’ alter-ego. They just toned down the ‘love and devotion’ bit Shirley felt, but they left Kitten alone. Shirley even asked to make sure that she could change to or from Kitten by herself whenever she wanted to. I guess they were both rather surprised when Jeannie told them that you had already set it up that way.”

I grunted. Big whoop. I was still a loser and a fuck-up. Brit was not done though.

“I think I can guess what you’ve been thinking about. You think you wasted your life and messed up our lives, Susan, Jeannie and me. You didn’t. I asked Susan about what I was like before and she described an absolutely bland life to me that I cannot imagine actually living. Susan was so sad that you might think you hurt her somehow by giving her the new breasts and sexual outlook that she was almost in tears- she loves who and what she is now, and you did not affect her memories at all with her changes. Neither of us knew Jeannie before this weekend, but she blinked up what looked like a home movie of her life, and she thinks the same way I do- we thank whatever is behind your incredible powers that you did this to us.” She hugged me warmly. “Come on, let’s get back home. Jeannie and Susan are waiting for us.”

The girls undressed me, got me something comforting to drink, and put me in bed. They each crawled in as well wearing sexy but soft and comfortable lingerie. It was warm, and soft, and reassuring... almost like being in your parent’s bed in a storm. They were in constant contact with me, and I was a little aroused, but they mostly just held me and were with me. I fell asleep thinking that maybe things weren’t so bad.

The next morning, I felt great! It is wonderful what a good night’s sleep, some loving friends, and a morning blow-job will do for a guy’s outlook! Over breakfast I outlined my thoughts. Nothing spectacular, the key thing was to use the power, for as long as it remained, with a goal in mind. Jeannie was going to help me ensure that my target would appreciate my intervention (I could not read minds, while she could if I was nearby and asked her specifically).

After breakfast, Brit went back to work and Susan, Jeannie and I headed to the mall. Brit was letting us use her platinum card to get a new wardrobe- after all, Brit and Jeannie got new clothes, new apartments, etc., and Susan and I still had to make do. Susan NEEDED new clothes to fit her new bod, and a wardrobe makeover was one step in the ‘new me’ program I was going to try (even though I had tried such things many times before! Maybe with Jeannie I could make it work this time!)

We were not just shopping for clothes, though. Susan also had us shopping for people to experiment on. At one point, our travels took us to the new “AdventureWear” store. I liked the dashing ‘Indiana Jones/cowboy adventurer’ look of the stuff, and I was always amazed at the female model they used for the women’s clothing line- “Ashley Rain- Adventuress”. Ashley was on most of their ads, along with what’s his name, the guy they always used. She was a digitally enhanced image that was obviously based on Laura Croft and similar women, with a strong dose of Raquel Welch in her prime. She was always dressed for action, although with the rather tight and/or revealing styles she wore, one could only guess (or wet dream) about what sort of ‘action’ she was ready for.

I was torn between looking at the cool clothes for guys and the array of posters featuring Ashley (My favorite was the ‘Ashley Rain-Adventuress by day, seductress by night’ lingerie ad- I had seen centerfolds that were less revealing!) Jeannie and Susan excitedly got my attention and drug me to the front counter. As we found our way through the convoluted sales racks, Susan explained the situation to me.

“We found you the perfect victim!” Susan giggled. Jeannie chimed in that the girl was new to the city and had no friends or family, that she thought she was dumb, ugly, and worthless.

“But Master, she is none of these things. She just had a bad childhood and some sad things happen to her. Please, Master- can we try to help her?” I shrugged and said we could give it a shot, but I asked Jeannie to try to be ready to put things back if possible. She promised to be ready.

The girl at the counter was... a mouse. She was a plump and somewhat tall mouse, but a mouse nonetheless, with obvious acne scars. Her hair was medium length and medium brown, and it won’t help for me to keep describing he- you’ve seen her a million times and forgotten her a moment later.

“Can I help you” she asked, looking at the counter and ground, when she was not sneaking a peek at Suze or Jeannie. Her nametag said she was ‘Jana’.

“No Jana, but perhaps I can help you.” I said, nodding to Jeannie. I took Jana’s hand and said “I wish you were who you most wanted to be.” The tingling, and I opened my eyes to see... absolutely no change.

What?? But I felt the tingle...

“May I have my hands back now?” Jana asked with a sparkle in her eyes that was not there a minute ago. I released her in a confused daze (yeah- I know- pretty much my normal state!) She ducked her head and wriggled off the dumpy wig, then peeled off some latex make-up thingies that changed the shape of her face. Some wiping with some chemical pads removed the last of her make-up. She popped out some colored contacts and shook her heavily streaked blonde hair out. She looked just like... “Hi. I’m Ashley Rain. Give me a hand getting the rest of this thing off, will you?”

Jeannie and Susan helped her undo the back of an outfit that was designed to camouflage her trim but voluptuous body. It had straps and padding to shrink or enlarge her bodacious body to fit the lines of the old ‘Jana’. Soon, Ashley was standing before me gloriously nude except for bikini-style panties, stretching and rubbing at some red areas. “God, I hate that outfit. Next time I do undercover market research, I’m choosing a more comfortable look! Excuse me a moment.” She slipped into the back room and emerged a minute later dressed in the ‘Indiana Jones’ look she modeled in the huge posters- fedora hat at a rakish angle, white men’s shirt worn tied under her otherwise unfettered breasts. Tight jodhpur-style pants hugged her ass and calves, and accentuated her hips. Her clunky hiking shoes just added to the tough but ‘sexy as hell’ image. She had a distressed leather bag slung over one shoulder as she closed up the store and led us to the food court.

We ate and talked... well, mostly Ashley and the girls talked. I, like most of the guys (and many of the women) just watched- especially when she moved her torso and her chest would just keep moving. Susan and Jeannie were about the same cup sizes, but Ashley’s clothing accentuated every jiggle in fascinating ways. As she was sipping some hot tea, Ashley looked straight into my eyes. “So, if we fuck, do I get to play with them, too?” She asked, nodding towards Jeannie and Susan. I nodded, a bit stunned at the brazen turn of the conversation. “Good” she said, standing up. “Let’s go!” We had a mini-parade of beautiful women going back to the AdventureWear store. Ashley locked the door behind us again and led us to the employee lounge. Most mall stores had cramped back rooms, but these guys gave their staff a big couch and a mini-kitchen. Ashley had her hat and top off even as she was going through the door and had already turned to me.

She grabbed me and planted a hot, wet, tongueful kiss that shook me to my toes! She grabbed my hands and brought them to her lovely breasts, then grabbed my dick through my pants and played with me, murmering her appreciation for what was there. She smiled at Jeannie and asked to please dispense with our clothes and maybe pop up some good music. Jeannie looked at me and I nodded- then it was so. We four were suddenly buck naked and some interesting music was playing- I was almost distracted by it trying to figure out what it was, but I was more distracted by the scene of three lovelies touching and kissing each other with the dual goal of pleasuring each other and exciting me. It seemed to me that Ashley really, really liked playing with the girls and I got the impression that for her, guys were more of a fun change of pace than a primary focus.

Susan slipped out of the knot as Ashley and Jeannie kissed. Jeannie looked entranced as Ashley seemed to kissing the willpower out of Jeannie’s luscious body. The two blondes were so different that the sight was especially erotic. Susan sat beside me and gave me a big hug. “So, how did this one feel to you?” She asked.

“So far, it’s looking like its going to turn out great. Thanks!” I replied. I kissed her and she responded with a moan and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I had had so much sex lately that I sort of missed the cuddling (yeah, I know, I’m a guy. So shoot me. I LIKE cuddling warm, soft womanflesh!) We kissed and petted for several minutes until Ashley cleared her throat.

“Excuse me, are you using that?” She asked Susan, pointing at my erection. Susan smiled and told her to go ahead. She could play with it later. Ashley thanked her and bent over to run a hard nipple along the bottom of my shaft and tickle my balls. She went on to start tickling my sides and nipples. I was soon laughing and trying to tickle her back. She responded by shoving a fat nipple in my mouth, claiming to be trying to shut me up. I suckled and began to maul her teats as the mood shifted for laughter to raw passion. She pulled my head back savagely and kissed me harder than I have ever been kissed before.

She was still mashing her mouth and tongue against mine when she shoved me backwards onto the couch and began to bite my nipples and guide my raging hard-on into her seething core. God, she was so hot! I was amazed my meat did not sizzle as it entered her volcanic pussy. Even the juices dripping onto me seemed searingly hot. Her pussy was incredibly tight, also! She forced herself on me, ramming herself harder and deeper, jamming my cock into her oven. I had never felt such an experience before, and it made my balls boil.

She bit and nipped and sucked at my face, chest, and neck as I grabbed her tits harder and harder. I had never manhandled a woman like this before, but the more I dished it out, the more she moaned and the harder she fucked me. She pounded her hips up and down, jackhammering me into her. She was so tight that as she withdrew, she would lift me up a bit with her. It felt incredible and I knew I was not going to last long under the intense assault.

I had lost track of Susan and Jeannie until I felt a mouth at the juncture of Ashley and my bodies, sucking noisily at her pussy and my shaft and balls. Susan was playing with Ashley’s tits and Ashley blindly turned to kiss Susan over her shoulder. Jeannie moved from our groin to feeding me her tits and mouth and rubbing Ashley’s clit with a free hand. Ashley was trying to rub both other girl’s pussies at the same time, but kept getting her coordination confused. I could feel the atmosphere charging up as we all built up to an erotic high. I suspected that Jeannie was doing something to help with the pacing... when suddenly all four of us came together in a massive rush of body fluids and noises.

Ashley smiled at me, and kissed me with incredible tenderness after such rough sex, then carefully dislodged herself and bent to clean my spent cock. Susan and Jeannie had found some warm, damp towels and were lovingly cleaning each other and Ashley. I asked Jeannie if she were up to restoring our clothes and refreshing us all, and she smiled and blinked her sexy little blink. I made a note to myself that in the future, magic disrobing is OK, but magically dressing again was a bit discomforting- things did not seem to go on quite right. Oh well!

Ashley broke out some cold juices and we rested in the afterglow for a few minutes, all sort of heaped together on the couch. I asked Ashley what her plans were.

“Well,” she answered, “next month I am going back to Africa for some research and some R&R near the Great Rift Valley, then I was going to spend some time in India after that. When I get back, I’ve got to do some more market research at the stores again- but I have GOT to find a new and more comfortable persona than Jana.” That got the girls talking about a new image for research, then new clothes AdventureWear could introduce, and before I knew it, we seemed to be part-owners of the chain and they were calling Brittany to get her input. I got up and walked out to stretch my legs and leave them to their plans.

Back in the food court, I pulled out my Palm PDA and was just sitting, playing games, and eating some ice cream, killing time. I was pretty much satiated sexually and just minding my own business when a trio of young teens sat near me and began to gossip in that annoying style that the movie ‘Clueless’ seemed to inflict on our youth today. The words ‘like’ and ‘for sure’ peppered their talk, but they were just kids and easy enough to ignore. Well, they WERE kind of cute. Especially the one with the Latino features and the thick black hair and show-stopping body well displayed by her short cut top and hip huggers.

Still, they were jailbait, and my balls were empty so I ignored them (except for the occasional peek). I would have left it at that but I noticed they huddled close and I heard one say to the others to check out the old nerd with the GameBoy drooling over Anna. They giggled and shot surreptitious glances at me. Hey, I know I’m a dirty old man, but when a girl is built like that and dresses like that, isn’t she pretty much ASKING to be looked at? I turned red, making them giggle even more, and began thinking about some payback.

I suddenly realized where my thoughts were heading, and reined them up short. Whoa, there big fella. They are just kids and playing silly mind games. I got up to clear my place, and started another round of buzzing chat when they noticed that I had a bit of a woodie from my contemplations. OK, enough was enough. I went over to their table and placed my hands on the back of one, and managed to get my other arm on both of the other girls as I asked if everything was OK with them. Their looks of disgust and ‘eww’ sounds only lasted for a second as my newest wish took effect. They stood up in amazement at what was developing before their very eyes.

First, they all aged a bit. Jailbait no longer, they filled out nicely with their new-found maturity. Anna, the Latino, grew even bouncier in the chest and matured into a Victoria’s Secret face and bod. Tiffany, a slender cheerleader-type blonde, developed a model’s facial structure and absolutely gorgeous blue eyes as she aged about three years in a few minutes. Her slender body developed some curves, going from a rather slim 30-18-30 to a more sensual 34C-20-34. Tina, the last member of the trio, was a bit younger and seemed to be the follower of the group. She looked about 14, although she was really almost 17, with a button nose, freckles, and curly brassy hair. She changed the most as she grew about a foot and her figure blossomed from a simple stick to delicious bounciness. Her hair darkened a bit to a shiny auburn and the curls tightened up to give her a wildly sexy style. For a moment, they forgot I was there as they admired the changes in themselves and each other, then they were further distracted by the new feelings they were developing. I had decided to make each one of them pretty much a bisexual nymphomaniac, and they were astounded at how sexy they were finding each other all of the sudden.

I was standing behind Anna at the time, and my cock was now in full blossom against her tight ass. She suddenly felt it there and shifted her position a bit, backing herself to envelope me with the globes of her buttocks. She moaned lightly as her body began to sway and grind back against me. I noticed a couple of guys sitting nearby watching all this and I suggested to Tina and Tiff that perhaps they would like to party as well. They quickly moved over to talk to their new victims as Anna and I stepped over to a set of inconspicuous doors. All malls have behind the scenes hallways and spaces and I happened to know a few at this mall from working here a few years ago. I led Anna to an alcove and she fumbled her clothes partly off, exposing her tits and sweet, juicy pussy. I had her lean back against the wall and ate her out, relishing the taste of her as she moaned and gibbered in Spanish. Her nipples were rock-hard under my fingers, and she took one hand and began to suck on my fingers. Wow!

Now, I really needed to cum again, so I straightened up and hefted her to my waist as I leaned back against the wall. I braced myself and we began to hump with her legs and arms wrapped around me. I had never done it standing up before, but it sure seemed to excite her! She tore through a series of orgasms that left her almost weeping and muttering in Spanish. I had not cum, but my arms and back were aching, so I carefully set her down and she fell to her knees sucking me off as if paying homage to some primitive god. She worshipped my cock- sucking, kissing, nuzzling, and rubbing it with her tits, hands, face, and mouth. She was good- a few years of experience and she would be a world-class talent- and she quickly brought me off.

I was just about ready to cum when someone bumped me from behind and I woke from the daydream. The three girls were still talking, lost in their own world and still jail bait. I was disappointed for a moment and for a second I actually was ready to stand up to carry out the nefarious plan when I realized what I was getting ready to do to these kids.

I was rescued by Susan and Jeannie coming up and giving me a big kiss and hug each. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the trio was staring at me, and looking at the girls with some jealously (I presume of their beauty rather than their beau). I pulled Jeannie over and asked her a couple questions about the three, and found that they were indeed jealous of my beautiful women, knowing that they themselves were hot, but not nearly as high on the ‘babe scale’ (as they thought of it) as my two are.

I asked Jeannie if she could adjust them so they would develop more to their ‘ideal self image’ physically and mentally over the next year or so, enhancing their good points and helping them control their bad aspects. She looked a little distracted for a bit- I have already learned that this is sort of an intelligence gathering mode for her, then a smile bloomed on her face and she did a full-on, arms crossed, head bobbing, whole face blink. I saw the targets get odd looks on their faces, then they physically relaxed a bit and the tone of their chat changed a bit somehow. Well, it was still meddling, but I was pretty sure it would not mess up their lives and I still got at least a little revenge out it.

It had been a long day, and I was pretty tired of the mall, so we headed home. Brit was there and greeted me with a kiss that involved her tongue reaching down my throat to my balls somehow, patted my reviving cock and said she would take her share later tonight, and settled in to talk with the girls about the store and Ashley. She giggled about the trio of girls and Jeannie showed her some kind of ‘3D movie’ of our afternoon. I heard them actually discussing Ashley’s techniques and asking for slo-mo replays of key scenes. Sheesh! It was really disconcerting to hear my performance being discussed like a football play. I went in to watch some restful TV while Jeannie made supper and they kept up the conversation. Supper was remarkable in how normal it was. It had only been a few days, but we were settling into this wonderful domestic bliss.

After supper, we watched some more TV until Brit suggested that we should play a game before bedtime. Now, Jeannie (... what did her name used to be? Odd how hard it was to remember her or Brit from ‘before’!) and I used to play Trivial Pursuit and such ‘before’ the big change, and I sort of assumed that Brit was referring to something like that, so I was caught by surprise when she brought out a Twister game! “I found it at a thrift shop over lunch!” she bubbled. “Isn’t it a blast?”

We set it up and found that Jeannie could spin the wheel with almost no work, so we propped it up to make it easier to read. “Right foot red.” “Left hand yellow” (giggle). “Left foot blue” (some stretching and a minor tangle left me with my face really close to Brit’s chest). “Right foot green” (OK, this one was going to be trouble- I had to cross over and reach a bit. My face left Brit’s chest and ended up between Jeannie’s legs. By the way, she smelled yummy!) “Right hand red.” That was it, I lost balance and shoved the others over in a laughing heap. “Pay up” they shouted at me! Huh?

“You gotta loose a piece of clothing, silly” Susan informed me. Strip Twister? OK, I pulled off my shirt, leaving me rather low on clothing since we already kicked off our shoes and socks (or stockings).

Over the next round, a rule developed that it was fair to kiss, tickle, nibble, etc. exposed skin with your mouth to try to get someone else to fall over. When Brit licked my back with a long, wet stroke, I almost jerked off the board! Whew! What a sensation! When I jerked, though, I pushed her just enough that she bumped Jeannie and they both fell over. Susan laughingly informed them that they both had to relinquish something. Brit removed her skirt with a smile and a wink, while Jeannie showed us that she was not wearing a bra this evening. Brit then proceeded to shove her fanny in my face every chance she got. After the third or fourth time, I bit her panties waistband and pulled the dang things off her butt. She squealed and called me a cheater, but did not fix it. In fact, they sort of worked their way off over the course of play (aided by some very interesting to watch wiggling from her) until she was naked from her waist down. At the same time, Jeannie managed to get Susan to lick her nipples and faked her out into tumbling over! Susan forfeited her own shirt, and slipped off her bra at the same time. “Just trying to play fair,” she said with a wink when I asked why she was doffing two items.

The next round was a hoot. The girls joked about how they should add my cock to the list of things that had to touch a color, and that set off a burst of creative thinking that had Jeannie blink some interesting new additions to the game. For one thing, we now all sported randomly placed colorful spots on our suddenly naked bodies, and ‘penis/breast’ and ‘mouth’ were added to the spinner. Naturally, the next spin was “penis/breast yellow”, I touched it to the big yellow spot on Brit’s left buttock, but she was trying to touch her breast to the yellow spot on the mat. By coincidence (?), Jeannie and Susan had yellow spots on their torso that let them accomplish the job by touching their tits together.

“Left hand blue” got me good and groped since I had developed a big case of blue balls. All three girls snatched at me, but Jeannie beat them out, so Brit grabbed Jeannie’s blue butt, I touched a convenient spot on Susan’s back, and Susan smilingly grabbed Brit’s bright blue nipple. I began to suspect Jeannie of cheating a bit when ‘mouth blue’ came up and Jeannie switched her hand to a blue spot on my knee and took my azure meat in her mouth. I began to suckle the blue nipple on Susan while she did the same to Brit. Brit somehow managed to kiss Jeannie’s bottom before we all fell into a heap.

The spinner kept spinning- “Left foot red”, “left hand green” and a couple other commands and we were tied up in a knot. That’s Twister! Yeah, Twister! I was not sure whose limb was doing what, but Brit had someone’s foot gently fucking her red pussy, Jeannie was sucking Susan’s cunt from behind as Susan was busy trying to play with Brit’s breasts and kiss my belly button. I was trying to keep one foot on Jeannie’s bouncy boob, and my hands on... where the heck were my hands again? It was getting hard to keep track as we shifted again and my cock was enveloped in something warm and soft. For a moment I was not sure exactly what or who, but it soon resolved itself to Brit’s mouth as I struggled to find the right combination of free spots for my appendages. I kept trying to stuff my cock into Jeannie’s colorful cunt, but she was so busy with Susan that I could not quite make it. What the heck, I shoved it in Susan’s ass instead. The angle was not right for full penetration, but just riding the crack felt good for now.

I lost my balance for a second as the Twister mat began to inflate and turned into a thick cushion. The motion tossed all of us around a bit, and I ended up with Brit smiling on top of me. She gave me a big kiss and nuzzled her face into my neck, whispering sexy thoughts into my ear. I hugged her close and ran my hands along her silky skin as she wriggled her pelvis to position herself near my cock. I noticed that Susan and Jeannie were in a noisy 69, so I devoted my full attention to Brit. I put my knees up and spread my legs, and she sat on my cock, leaning back on my legs. She used her feet to lift herself up, and gravity to slide back down as we settled in for a long, slow screw. I played with her protruding clit as she pulled her own nipples. I lowered my legs and she fell back, the angle of our join shifting so she felt it more in the top front of her vagina, near where the G-spot is supposed to be. She obviously felt something because her body shivered and she began to grind at me, spinning her pelvis, twisting and cranking away. It felt like I had caught my cock in some sort of heated, padded piece of farm machinery and I was getting close to loosing it any second now. She came with a loud cry, accompanied by a gush of warm, sticky fluids that drenched my crotch and left a puddle under us. She seemed to have passed out for a moment as she lay back limp against my legs. Susan and Jeannie watched in awe before Susan moved to help Brit up so we could separate. Brit revived and let out a long shuddering moan. Her eyes were still closed as she smiled, tucked a hand over her pussy and curled up in a contented-looking ball.

Jeannie handed me a warm damp cloth that I used to clean the two of us and the mat up with. Brit murmured ‘thanks’ as I wiped and dried her off, then pulled a blanket over her. Wow- that must have really felt incredible to her. Jeannie was suddenly begging me to try it with her, and we did- with almost an identical result. Susan brought a new towel over and soon Brit and Jeannie were sleeping happily spooning together. I asked Susan if she wanted to try it, and she laughingly begged off... “for now” she added with a grin.

Susan and I sat cuddling on the couch and watched some TV with a warm blanket over our nudity. Susan’s hand was idly playing with my chest hair and I was stroking her back when she lifted her head and kissed me. “You know I really love you. At first, I was not sure if it was some side effect of what you did to me or what, but I really, really love you.” I assured her I loved her as well and we kissed lovingly and tenderly... at first. Without conscious thought, we began to kiss harder, then her tongue slipped into my mouth. I pulled her butt into a slightly different position and soon she was straddling my lap. Without breaking the kiss, we wiggled things into alignment and she slipped onto my shaft with a contented sigh escaping our joined lips.

Over the next few months, I lost the ability, and as my power dwindled, so did Jeannie’s, although she still has some of it. Susan and I got married and she started to work at AdventureGear as VP under Ashley, who remained the President, spokes model, head buyer, and adventurer. Ashley’s favorite pastime was to learn something new and erotic then bring it home and try it with her friends. Somehow she managed on one trip to combine the quiet sensuality of a geisha with the abandon of an Aussie and nearly broke me in thirds!

Brit continues with her own business and it is going great guns. Shirley even works with her now, and I have to admit that what Jeannie did for her was better in the long run than what I had done. Shirley is gorgeous and a major flirt, but also totally faithful to Steve, who is also doing quite nicely in his own business. Brit and I serve on AdventureWear’s board as well.

Jeannie takes care of the house- by the way, we got a big one outside of town with enough room for our friends to stop over, a suite of rooms for Brit that include a home office for when she does not feel like going in to town, and an apartment for Ashley to use when she is in town. She also works part time in the local AdventureWear store and is our best sales person there. Asking her to work more hours and have a more independent life just makes her laugh. She is perfectly happy with the way things are going right now.

I even managed to check in on the girls from the mall, and they were gracious, lovely, and doing well in school. I wanted to invite them to live with us as well, but I was happy with what I had and it was just a greedy thought.

Now, I guess I could recount the great honeymoon in Hawaii Susan and I took, made all the more fun when Brit and Jeannie showed up to surprise us, and the fun things we did with the beautiful people we met there, or about the time when Jeannie and I decided to have some fun at the zoo, but... maybe not! Use your own imagination, and keep wishing. You never know when the wishes will come true!