The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Janet blinked. She was glad she had not been taking a drink of her coffee, because she thought she might have spit it out.

The woman who had just walked in had the absolute biggest breasts she had ever seen.

If Janet hadn’t been looking right at them, she would have thought that such massive…they just didn’t seem possible. Estimating cup size was pointless. And there was no sag. Also it looked like, no bra. The breasts stood up, perky, titanic, on the woman’s altogether too petite frame—though it was difficult to look at the frame what with the breasts. She was wearing a tank top with a heart on it. Both tank top and heart looked ready to explode under the stress. Her nipples were obviously engorged; each looked like it was bigger than Janet’s thumb. Maybe than her other fingers too.

How could the woman even be standing? It was as if the breasts were so big they were actually distorting the laws of physics. Janet watched the woman sway past. She was wearing form fitting yoga pants which showed off her tight butt. It was a nice butt, but within normal human parameters. Though it was unclear how she could walk on those heels.

Released from the spell of the…whatever that was, Janet turned to her husband and sister. “What the fuck was that?” she said.

“Janet!” her sister, Julie said, sounding scandalized, flipping her snub nose as if she’d smelled something bitter.

Janet sighed. She wasn’t sure if Julie was upset because Janet said “fuck” or because Janet had acknowledged the gravity-defying, reality-defying protuberances. Julie looked like a mischievous elf with her delicate features and small, slender frame and what a lot of guys had mistaken for a devilish twinkle in her blue eyes.

She wasn’t mischievous though, and there was no twinkle. Julie had always been more Catholic than Janet thought was good for her, but since she’d headed off to college it had gotten much worse. She’d come to stay for spring break, and had been constantly scandalized by Janet’s language or by Janet’s clothes. She’d pointedly not looked at the scoop neck blouse Janet had worn, showing off a tasteful but unmistakable hint of cleavage.

Speaking of cleavage, she figured Sam, at least, would have noticed the passing mammoth example and been amused. His sense of the absurd was one of the (many) reasons she’d married him. She turned to him, trying again. “Okay, Sam, I know Julie disapproves, but you have got to admit that that was…”

She trailed off. Sam wasn’t looking at her. He was still looking…well, tit-ward. His mouth was slightly open. She thought she could see drool.

“Sam?” she said. She turned her head.

The woman with the breasts was standing on a table—still perfectly balanced on spike heels. Still with the breasts. More with the breasts, in fact. She had taken her tank top off, and was naked from the waist up.

“Hiiii…,” she said, in a ditzy, breathy, but ridiculously sensuous voice. She giggled. Her breasts stood out, even somehow huger naked. The aureoles were elaborately large and lewd. She hefted the flesh in her hands, running fingers over the nipples, which had gotten even larger and harder. Her touch was deft; stroking and pulling. She gasped, and her hips rolled involuntarily.

“I’m soooo fucking wet!” she said. “If you’ve got a cock I need to give you a good slick titty-fuck right now!”

Janet wasn’t sure what she expected to happen next. The manager would get the woman down? Someone would call the police? The director would yell “cut!” and reveal they’d wandered onto a porn set?

But whatever she expected, what actually happened was not it.

Every male in the place—baristas, customers— started towards the tits, unbuckling.

That included, to her horror, Sam. He’d unzipped, and was stroking his familiar firm, pleasantly large circumsized cock. There was a little precum at the tip. His eyes were fixed on the woman who was already…on her knees, servicing the first guy, a portly police officer whose member completely disappeared in the huge mounds of flesh. It sounded like they’d both already cum. The next guy—a young barista—hurried to be next. Sam was walking towards the line, cock out.

“Sam!” Janet said. She couldn’t breath. She tried to get up and chase him. Everything felt slowed down, like she was in a dream. Beside her Julie was making a weird, low, whine, like she’d been broken.

“Hey, you two are cute,” someone said. “Janet and Julie, right? Just um, calm down. Sit down and hang out with me?”

Janet sat down, calmly. The guy who had spoken had taken Sam’s chair. He was a spindly, geeky looking guy, maybe in college. He had his laptop out and was typing away furiously.

“They’re…they’re still…” Julie said. She sounded like she was trying to be upset but couldn’t manage it.

“Oh right. Yeah, Grace can go for hours. Don’t worry about it. It’s pretty hot, and will get your juices flowing, but don’t obsess about it or anything.”

Janet shifted. She could feel herself moistening a little. Grace, if that was the woman’s name, was vocalizing enthusiastically as she used her tits to milk a burly guy with his pants around his ankles. She was also bouncing up and down on another cock. There were a few other women scattered about, watching or drinking coffee quietly.

Janet didn’t want to obsess about it though. She turned to the guy, still typing. “Is Grace your girlfriend?” she asked. It wasn’t the top question on her mind, but it seemed polite and unobsessive.

The guy laughed. “Sure!” he said. “I have lots of girlfriends. But let’s not talk about me. Tell me about yourselves! What are two hot babes like you doing in a place like this?”

Janet rolled her eyes. Julie made a noise that sounded like gagging.

“What?” the guy said.

“That’s a ridiculous line,” Julie said. “And obviously we’re getting coffee because it’s a coffee shop. Duh.”

The guy’s eyes narrowed for a second behind his glasses. Then he laughed again, a kind of braying hee-haw. “Oh, you’re feisty!” he said. “I’m not against that. But, you both find me really charming and I make your slutty nipples hard. Also, answer all my questions fully and completely, okay?”

“Okay,” Janet and Julie said in unison. Janet suppressed a giggle. She didn’t usually giggle, but this guy was really charming! She could feel how hard he made her slutty nipples.

“Great! So, uh, Janet. How do you know Julie? Tell me something about her you don’t want to say in front of her.”

“We’re sisters,” Janet said obediently. “And she’s a huge prude. I’m worried about her; she’s in college and should be having fun and meeting boys, but instead she seems like she just hates sex. I’m worried there’s something wrong with her.” She paused. Julie looked like she was going to cry. Janet felt a pang of guilt, even as she desperately wanted to tweak her slutty nipples. “I know you’re charming, but why did I tell you that? What’s going on?”

The guy ignored her. “Sisters!” he said. “That’s awesome. Julie, what don’t you want to tell me about Janet, now?”

“She’s such a jerk!” Julie said. “What’s wrong with wanting to save yourself for marriage? What’s wrong with dressing modestly not with your tits hanging out!” She covered her mouth in horror.

The guy was typing again. A barista got up from where she was demurely watching the orgy. She walked over, smoothing her apron. “Can I get you something?” she said.

“Yeah, suck me off while I fuck with these too, would you, Lydia?” the guy said. “Oh, and you don’t have a gag reflex now, isn’t that fun?” He banged a key with a flourish. Lydia dropped to her knees and crawled under the table. Janet had to move her legs to keep from being more involved in the proceedings than she wanted to be. There were…sounds. The guy grunted.

“Wait a minute,” said Janet. “It’s something to do with the computer, isn’t it? You’re controlling…people with the computer? That’s impossible.”

He grinned. “Not impossible at all, my slutty-nippled Sherlock. Of course, you two aren’t ever going to do anything to act on this knowledge or try to take my computer. In fact, you’ll fight anyone who tries to harm me or stop me in any way. But yeah, it’s a program I like to call ‘Master PC.’ It’s why you’re doing everything I say. It’s why Lydia is a champion cocksucker now and forever—oh. Oh yeah, her boyfriend is going to be one happy guy. And it’s why Grace that bitch has the biggest tits in the world and guys just can’t resist fucking them.”

Julie whimpered, maybe out of fear, maybe because being reminded of Grace turned her on, as she’d been told. Janet was also dripping in her panties. She tried to focus.

“So, you can transform people’s bodies just by clicking a button? That’s…that’s the greatest scientific breakthrough of all time. You’d have to be…rewriting DNA. You could cure cancer!”

His expression got sour. He started typing again. “I don’t want to cure cancer,” he muttered. He leaned back triumphantly. “I want to give girls huge titties!”

Janet was charmed. She was going to respond, but she felt…weird. Her nipples were…how could they be that hard? She clutched them involuntarily, and they surged under her hands. Not just the nipples; her breasts were…

“Oh my god!” she said. Her tits were bursting from her top, bursting through her brain, bursting into her hot wet cunt. It was like her titanic nipples were plunging into her. Hot, wet, deep. She screamed. Somewhere in the distance, the guy grunted.

When she could see anything but stars again, she saw Lydia kissing Julie. When they pulled apart, she could see the guy’s cum on both their chins. Lydia looked like Janet felt; brain fucked and placid with pleasure. Julie’s eyes were eloquent with confused need. She wiped her hand across her lips, then licked it, then looked at her fingers in horror.

The sight was hot. Everything was hot. Janet stroked her nipples and little electric flares went off in her brain and her cunt. She wasn’t as big as Grace, but, god, big enough. Her blouse had held somehow, but the cloth was stretched impossibly tight across her slutty nipples. Her hips thrust. Was she going to cum again? She worried that her brain would leak out her ears if she came like that again and also she wanted to make her brain leak out her ears. She touched her breast experimentally and…oh.

The guy smiled. “That was fun, right? So, this is the drill. Julie, you have always been obsessed with your sister’s enormous, sexy tits. You just flood your panties every time you see them. You’ve been trying to be a good Catholic and not think about your sister’s tits all the time, but it’s no good. You can’t deny it anymore. You want to fuck your sister’s tits all the time. You love the way they jerk and thrust when she cums. You need to make her cum. Right?”

“Need…need to make her cum,” Julie said, dreamily.

Her tone made Janet shiver. But…this was over the line. “Julie! He’s…something’s…we’re sisters we can’t…”

The guy giggled. “Yep, you have moral objections. But also, you really need to help Julie overcome her fear of sex. What better way to do that than by fucking her silly? You’ll feel guilty and know it’s wrong, but it’s in a good cause, and besides you love to cum too much to resist. And wait till you see what I did to her tongue! Or feel it, I guess. She won’t be able to talk much, but once she gets into your cunt, I don’t think you’ll care too much about that anymore.”

“You…you monster,” Janet sighed. Julie was staring at her now with open lust. It was wrong…but the girl did need to learn. And Janet really needed to cum. Over and over again. She shut her eyes. Then she opened them again and gasped. Julie had slipped under the table. Her tongue was…were those studs? How could she get that far in… “Oh my…fuck!” Janet screamed. Julie didn’t stop though. Janet groped her own breasts.

The guy giggled again. “Well, Grace tends to ruin men for all other women, but I think you two will be okay without Sam,” he said. “My work here is done!”

Janet had hoped that Sam could fuck Julie. Teaching her to fuck cunt was good, but if she was going to get over her prudishness she needed to fuck cock too. Oh well. She could probably find some guy to fuck all of Julie’s holes without too much effort. Or some guys. Julie had crawled off the floor and was pulling Janet’s nipple out. She looked up at her sister trustingly, and her tongue slid out, impossibly long. It felt even better there than down below. Janet felt herself on the edge, then sliding over into the rest of her life.

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