The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jake woke to the sound of a small alarm clock next to his spare bed. Yes, he had a spare bed. He was on all accounts a lucky guy. Living in a big house, had an entire basement to himself, and was so profoundly smart that he knew binary well enough to give a rough translation. Yeah, he was a very big nerd.

No matter what he did to his hair, or his clothes, or his general appearance, he was in many ways the biggest nerd known to man alive. Tousled brown hair that never laid flat. Small in size, but lanky in his legs. And worst of all, thick glasses and braces. Couldn’t speak without a lisp, couldn’t eat solid food, nothing. He really had no idea as to how he could be blessed with knowledge and not with at least some looks too. He had a very skinny frame, and although he ate junk food day and night, he had no definition to his features. No shoulders to speak of, no hair on his face, no muscle anywhere. Nothing good to look at.

It had taken him months, and more than $2,000 to find what he was finally getting. He had purchased a small program. It was small in the sense that the package it had come in was little more than a small box, like that of his many computer games. It was a 3-D imager, one that many girls used to play virtual dress-up as a kid. His computer was a hand-me-down, nothing short of a CPU and a very bad monitor. He programmed his own code using C++, noting that it wasn’t the greatest of languages to use, but it got the job done. Now he just needed his last integral part of his program to come in. DNA from his subjects. It had cost him over a thousand dollars to get a scanner not unlike those found on one of his favorite shows, C.S.I. He needed one to transmit the DNA code into his program. Compared to this, he had assumed that everything else was playtime. He heard the doorbell ring. Finally, it was here!

Jake raced upstairs, taking them two at a time. He opened the door and greeted the mailman with respect, but not enough the show that he cared for the man. He was getting his package, and held it with reverence. If this broke, he would not care for anything anymore. He would curl up and die with it. Signing the package, he closed the door, and just about jumped for joy. He had it! His federal issue DNA scanner!

Taking his prize downstairs, he grabbed a knife to cut the cords with. Taking his time, as so not to drop the scanner, he closed his basement door, and continued on to his computer room. He had a big basement, you see. Very big. Like that of a separate house below his house. Computer room / office, bedroom, small kitchen / bar, and bathroom. Everything he needed to complete his life and hold the would-be parties and girls, was he popular enough to get either.

Opening the box, he saw the setup instructions. He disregarded them for the most part – he had his own deciphering to do. He plugged it into a separate outlet all its own, and booted it up. It took forever, almost ten minutes, for it to load and find his computer compatible. Bringing up his 3_D model display, he went to the software part. Now it would get fun for him. He placed his finger on the scanner, and it showed up in the display monitor. A small image of himself was found on-screen, sitting exactly as he was. He was more than surprised; he was fanatical. This machine had not only taken his DNA, but also his exact image he had been in a few seconds earlier. He found the next part, the coding of the program. It was huge! So many lines of code, so many variables, too many to count! He had wanted to start small, like his finger, to find the code, copy it, memorize it, and then start again with another part of him. Now, he had his entire body displayed on the screen, hunched over his computer. Even more, the program changed his picture after every minute or so. He was seen standing, sitting, kneeling, or whatever position he was in at the time.

Before he started tinkering with the code, the help button in the upper-right corner of the screen flashed. It startled him. He never had to use the help button. What could it want? He opened it up to see that the computer needed a name for the program. Naming a program was a big decision, one that made or broke companies. Remember the Virtual Boy? Neither do a lot of people. He typed in a name slowly, then did a small impression of Alex from Clockwork Orange. The name read ‘Master PC’.

He tried closing the box, but it wouldn’t, no matter what he did. He looked around it again, and saw that it scrolled down. Of course, more options. It read ‘Do you want to continue?’ Well, duh. That’s why he was here! He clicked yes, and a new box came up. It asked if he wanted to trademark the name, and patent the program. Again, another yes. Then it asked for a description of the program. A description of a program he had just created? How did he know? Jake knew that AI, or artificial intelligence, was still in its very early stages, but this was unreal. Not knowing what to expect from this mystery computer, he typed in : Welcome to Master PC – the program that gives its user god-like powers over everything and everyone else. Need more hair, a longer dick, or a sluttier girlfriend? Then this program is for you!

It looked good, but it definitely needed some fine tuning it the wording. Was sluttier ever a word? Ah well, time to tinker later. More boxes flashed up, asking for his name, a subject, and a range of control. He typed in his name for the first two, and the third, Range, had a slider bar. It could encompass the world, or a small city, or just a house at a time. The larger the area covered, the more time it would take for the changes to take effect. Maybe in a few years, with better computers, that would change, so for now Jake set the range to a 100-mile circumference. Anything within the 100-mile area would and could be changed, but anywhere outside, and there would need to be extra computers with the program.

Then the two last boxes came up. The first was asking whether it needed DNA of people to change. Jake typed in ‘NO’, because who really wanted to take around a knife or fork or whatever and grind DNA off of everyone who would be changed? A small box underneath that came up asking if he wanted to also change buildings or large areas at the same time. Definite ‘YES’. Jake had been worried about taking DNA not from the people he wanted to change, but also the places the he would want to change. And unless bricks had blood in them, it would have been impossible. The last box came up, flashing. It had a small disclaimer of its own, saying that in no way was the Master PC company involved with any changes to environment and that in no way was it ever to be mentioned outside those that the company chose to keep and use the program. Basically, unless Jake wanted to, he never had to share his program.

The last ‘Yes’ box, and he was back at the 3-D image of himself. The help button wasn’t flashing anymore, and he already felt like a good chunk of his time doing code was done for him. It was then that he looked at the time. Around 9 in the morning. His dad would be on his way to work. Maybe he could try something…

He brought up the File menu, and found – Change Subject. He clicked it, and it asked for the new subject to be changed. He typed in his father’s name. The picture was uncanny. There was his dad, probably singing one of his awful Elvis CDs, stuck in traffic again. He decided to change that. He typed in :

Richard will get to work on time. Richard will be given a promotion at work, and a sexy secretary who will flirt with him. His new office will be covered in expensive furniture, and he will have a new computer. He will no longer be afraid of computers. He will receive an e-mail from a Jake, but he will believe it is from his fishing buddy Jake.

Jake didn’t know if his dad had a fishing buddy, or even if his dad fished. But that was besides the point. Now he had to find a way to compress this program and e-mail it to his dad. He went to the help button, ready and prepared for nothing helpful. Instead, he got the whole nine yards. It gave him instructions how to close the program, send it without opening the internet, and how he could even make it a smaller version, like a trial version. That sounded like a great idea, and he hit send. The screen showed the little arrow with the envelope floating over it, and the Sent message appeared less than half a minute later. This program was great. Now he needed a better test. He didn’t want to try himself yet. No, but it was Saturday. His sister Jenn was home. She was a good subject.

Now, if she was where he thought her to be, Jenn would still be asleep, or getting ready to meet that dumb jock of a boyfriend. He brought her up, and yes, there she was, low-cut shirt and panties. She was dolling herself up for a few moments of unsatisfying sex. Not if he could help it. He smiled, as he started to type in the commands faster and faster.

Jenn will be increasingly horny by the time her boyfriend gets here. She will dominate him in the bedroom. She will give him the best blowjob she has ever given. When she is done, she will come downstairs, and proceed to fuck her brother Jake.

Looking over them with glee, he could scarce wait for the idiot to get here. If only he could remember that jock’s name… wait! Help button to the rescue! Jake typed in :

Can I target one member in a specific place, or will the entire area be changed? The one target, if that is your goal, will be changed.

Oh, this was too good! That jock would be here soon, and then as soon as he blew his wad, he would be gone. Wait, why not make him blow his wad as soon as possible? Just to make it unfair to Jenn. He closed the box, and then tried out another command feature.

He clicked area, and set it to his house. Then, when the house appeared, he chose Basement, and the entire basement floor plan showed up. It even had a neat little animation, like a scroll being unfurled. He clicked the entire area, and started typing :

Whenever a female comes down here, she will have an undying need to have sex with me. Unless I say so, she will not fuck another male down in the basement.

Okay, that was good for now. At least if he ever had a party, it would now run in his favor. He could change more as needed. Just then the doorbell rang. It had to be that prick of a guy Jenn called a boyfriend. He looked out. There was no one there. Just some kids playing a game. He decided to make fun of how she looked. He ran upstairs, but quietly, and went out the front door and almost closed the door. She wouldn’t notice the difference. He stood there, impatiently. It opened, and he adopted a smirk.

“Hey Jenn, nice choice of clothing! Going out somewhere?”

She was wearing a short jean skirt, with enough to cover the necessities. A small t-shirt pressed against her small bust, making them look bigger than they were. She got a disgusted look on her face, but let him back into the house. He went straight for the basement door, but didn’t go down the stairs. He waited for Josh, her boyfriend.

Soon enough, after a couple songs played on his sister’s Grand Piano, the doorbell rang for the third time that day. It was Josh this time, and Jenn basically jumped him in the hallway. After battling with their mouths, Jake noticed Jenn wasn’t wearing any underwear. It made him surprised, she normally wasn’t that horny. It must have been the program! Smiling with glee, he saw Jenn look at him for a second, then her attention was brought back to Josh.

He went downstairs to his lair, and took a moment to assess the situation. If what the program was designed to do what he told it, then maybe… just maybe…

He went to the computer, and typed in quickly :

Jake Yearling will be shown as a god to all those within the circumference of this program. All those who knew, know, or know of him will accept any change he brings about. The area around him will always be full of sexual pheromones, so that girls will want to fuck him and obey his every command. They will never, ever, go against him or what he says. The area that Jake controls is his toy land, and anything he says goes. All females will be able to take whatever Jake or another man gives them in sex.

He hit enter, and a box asked him to wait. It was sending the commands out to the 100-mile area, so it took longer than expected. About 5 minutes after he had entered the command, the box changed to a checkmark, and it read – Command Successful.

Maybe he could also change appearances? It was worth a try. He tried typing again, slowly as to not make any mistakes :

Jake Yearling.

His image came back up, and he changed some things about him. He grew a six pack of abs, and filled out in other places with muscle and definition. He made his hair long, down to his shoulders, but easily moldable and would lay down perfectly flat when not styled. He then started fooling with his cock. It was already the usual six inches, but, he thought, why not double that? He fiddled with girth before realizing that not all girls would be able to blow him now. He went for a comfortable 2 inch girth, and a foot in length. It was comfortable to most mouths. Like a banana, only a bit bigger and longer. And he didn’t have any curves with it. He lost all hair from his armpits, and crotch, but wrote that he wanted he beard to come in quickly. He thought about a mustache as well, but decided against it. He had no stomach hair to speak of, so that was okay. What few pimples he had were taken away, never to return. No sickness was left in his system, or would he ever be that way again. He was the person he always wanted to be, and more. Lastly, he increased his IQ fifty points, along with stamina, strength, speed, etc. He hit send, and a box came up asking how long he would like to make it. Not knowing exactly what it meant, he hit the help button.

This box asks if the changes will become instant, or take place over 1 second, 1 minute, 1 hour, 1 day, 1 month or 1 year. 1 second takes more memory than 1 year, but also goes faster.

He let it go for 5 minutes. He wanted to feel the changes happening. And he needed time to fix Josh. He and Jenn had been in her room for a little over twenty minutes now, and he was probably nearing his limit. He hit the ok box, and the changes started. Nothing big happened, at first. He felt exactly the same. The his shoulders started to unknot themselves, and he felt them rise, like they were bread. He turned back to the screen, and saw he had 3 minutes left.

He felt his legs become thicker, and his face felt weird, like someone was pushing his jaw from the inside. He reached up, and felt stubble. His hair touched the back of his neck, but stayed in that one position. It felt comfortable there. Then he felt his cock spasm. It was getting a little tight in the pants he was wearing. He stood up and took them off. He saw that his dick had grown about 2 inches, and then it stopped. He rubbed it back and forth, and it grew again, until it was the foot long cock most guys dream of having, fully erect and willing to plunge into the hot, wet flesh of a nubile girl. He saw the timer was almost up, and he sat down at the desk again. It reached zero, but there was something still wrong… of course! His glasses and braces!

He looked at the timer, and saw that he could make it shorter. He set it to 1 second, and changed it so he had far better vision, and that his teeth were perfect and always white. He hit send, but instead of the nice pleasantness of the changes before, this one hurt. His eyes just grew, it felt like. His glasses hurt him, and he took them off. The braces on his teeth fell off, and his teeth felt like they were being scrubbed with metal fleece. He ran to one of his mirrors in the bathroom, and the look stunned him.

No glasses, or braces, white teeth. Broad shoulders, longish hair. He looked stronger, and felt stronger. It felt good to be him for once. Oh no, Josh! He had to change him quick!

He rushed back to the computer, and brought up his house again. He typed in Josh, and there he was, lying down. He looked about ready to cum any second. Jake typed faster than ever, thanks to his now computer prowess :

After Josh cums, he will leave and not know why. He will never remember coming to the house, and when he next sees Jenn, he will have a desire to break up with her.

He hit send, and put the timer on 1 minute. No sense in screwing the poor bastard over more than he was going to be. Then he selected Jenn again. His previous commands were taken and being used well, as she had engulfed him, and was now apparently licking his cock head in her mouth while trying to get him to cum.

He brought up the commands for her, and typed in to her :

After Josh leaves, you will realize that you need to cum badly. You will think about Jake. Your brother, Jake. You will come down to the basement, completely nude, and when you get to the door, and close it behind you, you will grow to a double E bust. Your fat on your body will be turned to muscle, and you slowly turn into your brother Jake’s bimbo slut.

He clicked send, and then 1 minute as well. The box came up with a checkmark, and he smiled to himself. He let his mind wander as to what he would do next, when he heard the front door slam shut, and then a few seconds later, the door to the basement close softly. This was definitely a good day.