The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A Mind of Their Own

By the time the FDA moved to recall it, the product was already on the market, and unless one is very, very diligent in a recall, there’s always going to be some little piece of the recalled product that doesn’t come back in, and so it was this time as well.

The product was called memory gel because the manufacturer thought it would engender trust in the public. People might have at least heard of memory foam which was used in mattresses. People knew that even if they didn’t have it in their mattress, memory foam was safe, and so it was thought, people would have the same thought about memory gel. People would think it was safe.

The only thing was memory gel wasn’t memory foam and no one was really quite prepared for the side effects when they finally did happen.

* * *

The hardest part, Tiffany told herself yet again, was the sleeping. She’d lived her whole life knowing how to sleep but now, it seemed, she was having to learn how to sleep all over again.

Of course, if that was the worst of her problems, then it was totally worth it.

Still, she did need to get some sleep. She growled to herself. This was so totally frustrating.

It wasn’t that long ago that her breasts had been barely a cute and perky little B cup, well maybe on a good day that’s what they were and maybe if people were being generous she was a B, but that wasn’t what she was now. She was tired of being cute. Being cute meant people thought you were young. Being cute meant they thought you were underage. Being cute meant she didn’t get the respect she deserved.

She was tired of being cute and now she had the breasts to match the way she felt. Now, her breasts were swelling into a very full C and she still wasn’t used to them.

She groaned again. The only thing was she wasn’t used to having breasts like these.

She laid on her back and she let a hand slide up under her top. The doctor said she should leave them alone. He said she should let them heal but this couldn’t hurt her, she told herself. Not if she didn’t do it a lot.

Underneath the skin there were the implants that the doctor had put inside her and inside those implants was a certain gel that shouldn’t have been there, a gel that seemed to almost have a mind of its own.

Tiffany’s hand stroked her breasts. That actually worked. It made them feel better. She continued to stroke. Okay, maybe she shouldn’t do this, she told herself, but really, if it felt this good, could it really be bad?

Reluctantly, Tiffany pulled her hand away. She shouldn’t be doing this, she told herself. She really should be trying to get some sleep.

Yeah but—

No buts. Sleep now. Breasts later, and with that promise in place, she finally was able to go off to sleep.

The next morning, she awoke to find sunlight streaming through her window. Guiltily, she looked at the clock. What time was it?

Oh crap. It was already after seven thirty. If she didn’t get her rear in gear, she was going to be late for work for sure.

She stripped off her clothes and she stepped into the shower but what should have been something quick suddenly took much longer than expected. It started with her hands running the soap over her body but when those hands got to her breasts …

Mmm. Time just seemed to slow. Her hands massaged her breasts. They squeezed her breasts and before she knew it, she was relishing the feel of her hands on her breasts.

And from there, her hands just seemed to find their way between her legs. More soap on the hands and then her fingers were back again, rubbing herself between her legs and the more she rubbed, the more she wanted to rub.

And of course that meant her fingers had to work her little cliffy and then of course that meant she had to slide a soap-slickened finger or two up inside her pussy.

By the time she stepped out of the shower, it was obvious. There was no way she was going to make it into work on time.

What to do? Should she call in sick or should she just show up late.

She’d be in trouble if she showed up late but she didn’t want to take a sick day if she wasn’t really sick. Of course, if she stayed home, she’d have more time to spend with her breasts.

She didn’t even know where that thought had come from but wherever it had come from, she had to stop it. That wasn’t why you took a sick day. You took it because you were sick.

And all the while while she dithered around wondering what she should do it was getting later and later.

She’d better call in, she told herself. It was just getting too late.

So she picked up the phone. “Hi,” she told the receptionist. “This is Tiffany. Can you let Mr. Dievers know I’m not going to be in today. I’m a feeling a bit under the weather.”

She listened to the reply.

“Yeah, it’s nothing serious,” she told the girl. “I just don’t want to get anyone else sick though, but I should be in tomorrow.” That wasn’t exactly a lie, Tiffany told herself. She didn’t want to get anyone else sick. The fact that the reason she was calling in sick had nothing to do with her being contagious had nothing to do with her not wanting to get other people sick.

Again, she listened to the reply on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” she assured the girl. “I’ll take care of myself.”

Again, Tiffany listened to the reply.

“Okay,” she said. “Good-bye,” and with that, it was done. Tiffany had just taken another sick day.

If it could have, the gel in her implants would have gurgled happily but as it was, the only thing that anyone would have noticed if anyone had been looking was a mild swelling of the gel that resulted in a swelling in Tiffany’s breasts. It was almost as if the gel were swelling with pride.

There was one thing she could do, Tiffany told herself. After all, she hadn’t even bothered to put her clothes on before she made her call.

Stop it, she told herself.

Why? She had the whole day to herself. She might as well make the best of it.

But that wasn’t why she’d taken the day off and besides, that was what had gotten her in trouble in the first place. If she hadn’t been doing that in the shower …

Exactly, she answered back. If she hadn’t been doing that in the shower, then she wouldn’t have been running late. What she really needed was to get it out of her system.

No, no, no. That wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.

But already her hands were going to her breasts. She still couldn’t get over how much bigger they were now than they had been but if she didn’t know any better, she would have said that maybe they were just a little bit bigger than they’d been the day before. Of course that was silly. That was just her imagination.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. It seemed as if her nipples were more sensitive now. She liked cupping her tits. She liked playing with them and then it was almost as if she’d sneak up on her nipples and ambush them. Her nipples really seemed to like that.

She squeezed her nipples and she just couldn’t help but moan. Man, that felt good. That felt so fucking good.

She should stop, she told herself yet again. She should stop, she whimpered to herself. She really, really should stop.

She didn’t, of course, and all the while, the gel in her implants gurgled happily at what she was doing.

After what seemed like forever, Tiffany finally managed to stop herself. That was enough of that, she told herself. She couldn’t play with her tits forever even though there was a part of her that was thinking wouldn’t it be great if she could.

So now that she had a day off, what was she going to do with herself.

She could stay home and watch Oprah but there were two reactions to that. If was either No, or Hell, no.

Okay, so Oprah was out. What else could she do?

She could call her friends except her friends were all at work, just like she was supposed to be.

Okay, that was out, too.

She could go to the mall. Now, that had some possibilities only she didn’t have any money. Okay, she had plastic, but she didn’t want to overdo it.

Okay, that was out, too.

Fine. Okay, so she’d just go for a stupid walk. At least that would get her out of the apartment and get her hands away from her breasts and it didn’t cost any money.

Okay fine. So she was going for a walk. Fine. So what was she going to wear? Something hot, she decided. It didn’t matter if there was anyone out there to see her. It just mattered that she and her new breasts looked totally fucking hot.

She had just the skirt she wanted to wear. Not too short but short enough. There might not be anyone out there seeing her take her walk but if someone happened to happen by, they’d see just how hot she was, but what was she going to wear for a top. She flipped through a number of selections until she found just the right choice. It was a pink and white striped shirt but she loved the way it just seemed to show off her tits but before the top, one last question to answer. Bra or no bra. Bra or … fuck it. She didn’t need a bra.

It didn’t take long before she realized two things. The first was that her breasts really were bigger now and the second … mmm, the second was that her nipples were so incredibly sensitive.

She loved the feel of her shirt as it rubbed up against her exposed nipples and the more she walked, the hotter she got, and the hotter she got, the more her implants seemed to respond to the stimulus. It was almost as if her nipples had a direct line to her implants and the hotter her nipples got, the more agitated the gel in her implants became, and the more agitated the gel became, the more sensitive her nipples were.

She was breathing hard by the time she finally arrived home. She dropped by the mail slots to see what the mailman had left for her. Junk, junk, oh yippee, a bill, and more junk. Sometimes, she wondered why she even bothered to check her mail when there was never nothing there.

But that was when she realized that someone was watching her.

The girl’s name was Lexi. She’d seen her around the apartment complex. It was like she’d moved in maybe three or four months ago but she’d never really met her. It was hardly surprising. Lexi was so shy.

“Are you looking at me?” Tiffany asked.

“Me? No.”

“It sure looks like you’re looking at me.”

“But I’m not,” the girl said self-consciously.

“Prove it.”

“Prove it? Prove it how?”

“You know what? Fuck it. I don’t care if you are looking at me.”

“I’m not looking at you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not looking at you.”

“You want to put that to a test?”

“How?”

“Come to my apartment.”

“Why?”

“So we can put it to a test.”

“Put what to a test?”

Tiffany gave the other girl a hard look. “You know what we’re talking about. You going to follow me or not?”

“I’ll follow you.”

Tiffany was elated. Right up until that point, she hadn’t been sure if the girl was going to follow her. Heck, she wasn’t even quite sure why she wanted the girl to follow her. She just knew she did.

“This is my place,” she said as she ushered Lexi inside.

“It’s nice,” the other girl said.

“Thanks. So now that we’re here, let me ask you a question.”

“What?”

“Were you looking at me?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe. Maybe why?”

Lexi didn’t answer right away but she did finally. “Did you … did you get a boob job?”

“So you were looking?”

“I guess.”

“And that must have meant you were looking before.”

“Maybe.”

“So are you saying you like girls?”

“Maybe.”

“You want to see something?”

“What?”

“This,” and with that, Tiffany lifted her top to show the girl her tits.

“Oh my God,” the girl gasped.

“Do you like them?”

“Yeah.”

“You can kiss them if you want.” Tiffany had no idea why she was saying that. She just knew she wanted it.

“Really? You’re sure?”

Tiffany nodded.

“O-okay,” Lexi stammered and then hesitantly, she moved forward and she was looking up at Tiffany even as her mouth dropped lower and then her eyes dropped just before her tongue licked that nipple.

“Oh fuck,” Tiffany moaned.

And her implants reacted and the more she got her nipples sucked, the more sensitive her nipples became and the more sensitive her nipples became, the more she needed them to be taken care of until she couldn’t have told Lexi no even if she’d wanted to.

“Can I … can I …,” Lexi stammered.

“Can you what?”

“Can I show you my tits?”

What? No. That wasn’t the way she did things but before she could say what she meant to say, her implants interjected. It wasn’t even that her implants consciously knew what they were doing but it was the idea that did it, the idea of her tits against the other girl’s, the idea of seeing how much bigger her tits were. It was that idea that resonated in her mind and it was that caused her nipples to tingle and it was that idea that caused her implants to amplify the effect.

“So do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you want to see my tits?”

“Sure.”

The girl looked so serious as she looked back at Tiffany. Finally, she pulled her top over her head and then she took her bra off.

Perky, Tiffany thought. The other girl’s tits were about the size that her tits had been before and they were just so perfectly perky.

Tiffany’s hands cupped her breasts and she looked back at Tiffany. “Do you like them?” she asked.

“They’re nice.”

“Can I … can I—”

“Can you what?”

“Can I touch you with them?”

“Can you what?”

“Can I touch you with my breasts?”

Tiffany wasn’t sure what the other girl was asking but she wasn’t about to say no and besides, it might be interesting to see what the other girl had in mind. “Sure,” she said.

Again, the other girl never took her eyes off of Tiffany until the very last moment but she was stepping forward and then she was getting even closer and before Tiffany knew what was about to happen, the other girl was pressing the nipples of her perky, little breasts up against the nipples of Tiffany’s bigger titties.

Her implants loved that and moments later, so did Tiffany.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

Tiffany would have preferred having Lexi’s mouth back on her tits but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this was something the other girl really wanted. “Sure,” she said yet again.

The two women found their way to Tiffany’s bedroom and then to her bed. Off came Tiffany’s skirt and off came the other girl’s jeans and the panties weren’t far behind.

“So you want to lick my pussy, do you?”

“I do,” Lexi said and then almost as if to prove the point, she did exactly what she wanted.

“Oh my God,” Tiffany gasped. “Oh my God.” She hadn’t thought it would feel like that. Oh my God. It felt good and even as she laid back and let the other girl eat her pussy, her hands massaged her tits.

Her implants liked that and they gurgled happily beneath the surface and it wasn’t long before Tiffany loved it, too. She loved having her pussy eaten by another girl and she loved playing with her tits. The two things just seemed to go hand in hand.

* * *

Tiffany and Lexi spent the rest of the day together but the next day, Tiffany was back at work.

His name was Jeremy Tawper and his cube was right next to Tiffany’s but that wasn’t what had her attention.

What had her attention was Jeremy was a bit of a shy boy and he was fun to play with. When she’d told him that she was thinking of getting implants, she’d almost laughed at the way his eyes just kind of bugged out. “H-h-how big are you going to get them?” he’d stammered.

“I don’t know,” Tiffany had teased. “How big do you think I should go?”

She loved the way his eyes just seemed to measure her chest. “I don’t know,” he’d said.

“Well, if I do it,” she’d said, “you’re going to have to take a look at them and let me know if you think I got the right size. Okay?”

“O-okay.”

Tiffany couldn’t help but smile. Did he really think she was going to show him her tits?

Well, that had been then and this was now and now Jeremy was standing in the entrance to her cube and he was staring at her tits. “Do you like my tits?” she asked.

“I … I …”

“I think you do,” Tiffany told him. “I think that’s why you can’t keep your eyes off of my tits and do you know what?”

“What?”

“I want you to look at them. I want you to look at them because it makes me hot and do you want to know what else?”

“What?”

“I want you to see them and if you’re really good, I want you to touch them, too.”

Jeremy was staring at her tits. Maybe he didn’t realize he was staring at them or maybe he just didn’t care who saw it but he was staring at her tits. Finally, he swallowed hard.

“Do you want to see my tits?” Tiffany asked.

Jeremy nodded.

“Well, if you want to see them, then you’re in luck because I want you to see them, too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, but if I let you see them, then you have to do something for me.”

“What?”

“You have to touch them.”

“O-okay.”

“I mean you have to really touch them. I mean I want you to touch them with more than just your hands. I mean I want you to lick ‘em. I mean I want you to tease ‘em. I want you to taste ‘em good. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yeah.”

Tiffany couldn’t help but smile to herself. She’d been positive that Jeremy was just the kind of guy who could give her what she needed. “Come on,” she said.

“Come on. W-where are we going?”

“You’ll see. Just follow me.”

It had been a project that she’d worked on a couple of months before but from time to time, she needed access to the computer room but she hadn’t needed it in a while. It was always possible that they’d taken away her access since then but she was betting that they hadn’t.

Sure enough, the computer room opened to her badge. There was always the chance that they’d find someone in there and if they did, she’d have some explaining to do but she was betting that the computer room was empty like it usually was and again, she was right. It was.

She’d forgotten just how cold the computer room actually was but already, her nipples were starting to remind her. Just one touch of the cold air and those nipples got nice and hard.

Tiffany pointed at a chair. “Sit there,” she told the man and Jeremy sat just where she’d told him to sit.

Tiffany sidled up to the man and then she straddled his lap. “So you want to see my tits,” she said again.

“Yeah.”

Tiffany pulled up her top. “Well there you go,” she purred. “How do they look?”

“They, um, they look great.”

“I hope you don’t mind but it’s kind of cold in here. Would you mind if I kind of warmed them up?”

The man shook his head.

“I didn’t think so,” Tiffany said and with that, she pressed her tits forward and she ground her breasts against the man’s face. “There you go,” she purred. “That’s the trick. All nice and warm now, don’t you know.”

“Uh huh.”

“Oh my God. Kiss ‘em. Kiss my tits.”

And he probably would have if it weren’t for the fact that every time he tried to kiss her tits, she kept pushing her tits against his face and pulling him between her tits.

“That’s it, Jeremy. That’s it. I can feel your cock. I’ll bet you want to fuck me.”

Whatever it was he was trying to say got muffled between her tits.

“Keep it up,” Tiffany taunted him. “Keep it up and you might get what you want.”

* * *

If it had been possible for a gel to like something, the gel in Tiffany’s implants would have liked what it was feeling. Tiffany’s tits were certainly getting a whole lot more attention and the more attention Tiffany’s tits got, the more excited the gel got and the more excited the gel got, the more it had a tendency to expand and the more it expanded, the more it made Tiffany’s tits the center of her attention.

* * *

Her tits were getting bigger. They had to be, Tiffany thought and yet even though she knew that shouldn’t happen, she knew she liked it and besides, so what if they were getting bigger. It was what she’d gone to the doctor for anyway.

And besides, she liked them this way. That was what Tiffany kept telling herself as she played with her tits in the shower. She liked playing with her tits and she especially liked playing with her nipples. In fact, she almost thought she could …

Whoa there, she told herself. That was fun but she didn’t want to do that, at least not just yet. She still wanted a guy to make her cum and now that she was thinking of it, she knew exactly which guy she wanted to have come make her cum.

It was some time later when she saw him coming down the hall at work. “Hey, Jeremy,” she called out. “Come here. I want to talk to you.”

The man stopped as if he wanted to make sure she was talking to him.

“Yeah you,” she said. “Come here.”

Jeremy came over to Tiffany’s cubicle.

“Come inside,” the girl said. “Do you remember what we did yesterday in the computer room.”

“Yeah,” the man said in a voice tinged that seemed to say how could I forget what we did.

“You know what? I was thinking. There’s something I’d really like to do with the man who knows out to show the proper amount of appreciation for what I have to offer. What do you think? Do you think that man is you?”

“I … I guess.”

“Oh, Jeremy. Don’t guess. Look at me.”

Tiffany couldn’t help but love the way his eyes held hers for a moment and then slipped down to leer at her tits.

Tiffany’s voice dropped to a near whisper. “I want you to fuck my tits. What do you think, Jeremy? Do you think you’re up to it?”

The man licked his lips nervously. He wondered if anyone else could hear them but then on the other hand, he wondered if he even cared.

“Well?” Tiffany asked again.

“I’m up for it,” he said.

“Good ‘cause I want you to meet me after work and then we can go back to my place and then you can do what you want but I wanted to tell you now so you could be thinking about it for the rest of the day.”

Jeremy couldn’t help but groan at that and Tiffany couldn’t help but smile to herself. He’d be ready when the time came. She was sure of that.

“Now run along,” she told him. “I got work to do, okay.”

Jeremy stumbled out of Tiffany’s cube and Tiffany smiled again. He was going to be so ready and for that matter, so was she.

* * *

That was all she’d said to the man. For the rest of the day, she’d been so busy that she hadn’t had a chance to talk to him but now it was five o’clock and she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d remembered what she’d said, but when she dropped by his cube, there he was.

“Still waiting, huh?”

“I said I would.”

“Why don’t you follow me home in your car. How’s that sound?”

Jeremy licked his lips nervously. “It sounds good,” he said.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be long. It’ll be like fifteen minutes or so to get there.”

“O-okay.”

“Cheer up, Jeremy.”

“I am.”

“You don’t look like it. You look scared.”

“I’m scared, too.”

“What do you got to be scared about? You got a dick, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you got nothing to be scared about. Come on. Let’s go.”

Tiffany couldn’t help but laugh as she drove herself home. It was the way Jeremy’s eyes had bugged out when she’d mentioned his dick. He probably thought he was going to get to fuck her but that wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.

She was still standing in the parking lot when Jeremy pulled in behind her. “You can park over there,” she said as she motioned the guest area and minutes later, she was leading the man to her apartment. “Okay,” she said when they were inside, “let’s see it.”

“Let’s see what?”

“Let’s see your cock.”

They were still standing just inside her door and Jeremy looked around. “Um, what if your roommate—”

“I don’t have a roommate but I want to see your cock.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Now take it out and show me.”

Still, Jeremy hesitated but then he seemed to come to a decision and he unzipped his pants and he pulled out his cock.

Tiffany laughed. “Not that way,” she said. “I want you to take your pants down. I want you to really show it to me.

Again, Jeremy seemed to hesitate but then finally, he pushed his pants down and he pushed his underwear down, too.

And now, it was Tiffany’s turn to stare. “Jeremy,” she said. “You’ve got a big dick. Did you know that?”

Jeremy shook his head. “I do?”

“Oh yeah, and you know what?”

“What?”

“It’s just perfect for what I want.”

“What do you want?”

“Isn’t that obvious, Jeremy. I want someone to fuck my tits. I want someone with the proper amount of appreciation for them to come and fuck my tits and then I want them to cum all over them.”

Even Tiffany was amazed at what she was saying. This wasn’t like her, she tried to tell herself and yet every time she tried to tell herself that, the gel in her implants seemed to tell her differently. It was all about the tits, the gel said. It was all about the tits.

“So do you think you can help me?” she asked.

“Um … yeah.”

Tiffany smiled. “That’s good. Come on. Let’s go to my bedroom.

The two of them went to the bedroom.

“Take off your clothes,” Tiffany ordered and even as Jeremy was doing what he’d been told to do, Tiffany was doing the very same thing so that soon, the two of them were nice and naked.

“Sit on my bed,” Tiffany said and again, Jeremy did what he was told to do.

Tiffany knelt in front of the man. “I think we need to make this nice and wet so you can slide it between my tits,” and then as if to illustrate the point, she let her mouth slide down onto Jeremy’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.

Tiffany didn’t say anything. She just kept right on sucking that cock.

“Oh my God.”

“Are you ready?”

“Ready?”

“Are you ready to fuck my tits?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Here we go then.” Tiffany leaned forward and she closed her tits around the man’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.

Tiffany couldn’t agree more. Her tits had to be bigger now. They just had to be. They couldn’t just be a tiny, little C anymore. They had to be bigger than that but Tiffany didn’t care. She loved the feel of that cock as it slid between her massive mounds and deep inside her body, the gel inside her implants gurgled happily. If it could have said something, it would have been saying, “more, more, more.” As it was, it couldn’t speak so it did the next best thing. It made Tiffany want more, more, more.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Tiffany asked.

“W-what?”

“I asked if you wanted to fuck me. I really want you to, you know.”

“O-okay.”

“You want to,” Tiffany said again but this time she wasn’t waiting for an answer. This time, she was moving up and this time, she was straddling the man’s body.

“Oh fuck,” Jeremy groaned as Tiffany’s hand found his cock and led him to her waiting pussy. “Oh fuck.”

That was what Tiffany was thinking as her pussy rode that cock. “Grab my tits,” she moaned. “Grab ‘em.”

And that was exactly what Jeremy did and it felt so fucking good.

“Kiss ‘em,” she said. “Kiss my fucking tits,” and Jeremy did that as well.

“Oh yeah.”

“I want you to cum on my titties. Can you do that for me?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Just let me know when.”

“Um … now.”

“You mean you’re going to cum?”

“Oh fuck, um … yeah.”

“You’re going to cum now.”

“Yeah.”

Tiffany pulled herself free from the man’s cock and once more she knelt in front of him. “Cum on me,” she moaned. “Cum on my tits.”

She couldn’t help herself. It was almost as if the man was cumming on demand. She hadn’t really had the time to get his cock between her mounds so he was just cumming and cumming and he was cumming all over her tits and it just felt so good. She loved it. She loved having cum on her tits. She loved having anything that had anything to do with her tits. She just couldn’t help it. She loved her tits.

* * *

It was getting hard to think straight, not that that was all that important to anymore. What mattered more than anything were her fuckin’, big titties. As long as those were taken care of, Tiffany just had the feeling that everything else would somehow just find a way to work itself out just fine.