The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

New Roommates, part 1

categories: mc gr ex ma

author: zenith

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“Well, that’s the last of it...”

Erica had just finished moving in to her new off-campus housing, a welcome change from the cramped quarters she had been forced to endure for her first three years at college. It was a decent-sized three story rowhome, with one double and four single bedrooms for a total of six girls. She was lucky, she had managed to swing this arrangement for herself and three of her best friends. She was looking forward to the opportunity to live a little more like an adult for a change.

“Could you help me with the rest of these clothes?” she heard her friend Jen call from downstairs. “Be right there,” Erica yelled back. It would have been nice to have guys to help them with the heavy lifting, but the timing of the move was unfortunate. Although Erica and all three of her friends were attached (or, at least as attached as hormonal 22 year old college students can be), the guys were all away for the week at a friend’s bachelor party.

Erica looked around her new room, the place she would call home for the next year. The bathroom was just across the hall, so she took a few minutes to claim a corner of the medicine cabinet and put her skin and hair products away. She looked around the bathroom, nice and large, with a big mirror that ran the length of the room. She paused and took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror.

Erica was, by any standard, a typical college girl. Tall and thin, she was pretty but not especially stylish. Her eyes ran up and down her own body in the mirror. Long brown hair, a plain T-shirt, sweatpants. Granted, she wasn’t trying to look her sexiest on moving day, especially without the guys around, but she had to admit even her best wasn’t all that impressive. No one would ever call her ugly, but no one would go out of their way to notice her, either. She glanced down at her roommate’s fashion magazines on the counter: society liked big breasts, round butts, form fitting clothes that flattered a girl’s assets. Erica sadly had to admit that she had none of those things.

“But who has time for that stuff?” she thought. She wasn’t some slut out to flash her goodies on a Girls Gone Wild video. She was a brilliant, ambitious professional-in-training, hoping to use her degree and connections to make it someday. She wasn’t sure what “make it” meant, exactly, maybe something in media or journalism. “It would be nice to be famous, like a news broadcaster, maybe a public relations executive,” she thought. “How exciting it would be to...” her thoughts trailed off as she glanced back down at the magazine, then back up at herself in the mirror. Sigh. Plain looking, stick-figured women just didn’t make it in today’s world. Sexiness. That’s what gets you where you want to be. Brains and sexiness. Before she let herself become too depressed, she decided to distract herself and finish unpacking.

Once everything was put away, Erica started the process of arranging her room just the way she liked it. Posters over here, books over there. As she was debating with herself whether her socks should go in the top drawer or the second drawer, she heard some unfamiliar voices outside her door. “Probably the girls the university placed in the double room,” she thought. She decided to be friendly and meet her new roommates.

“Oh, there’s Erica, now,” said Jen, as Erica opened her bedroom door and walked over to join the conversation. “Erica, this is Anna and...Marie? was it?” Erica smiled and extended her hand to greet her new roommates.

“Erica? Is nice to meet you.” Anna was gorgeous, with long dark hair and a chic style Erica typically only saw in European exchange students. Erica was guessing France, maybe Belgium based on the accent. “We are students from Paris.”

“Yup, spot on,” thought Erica with a grin.

“...We just flew in over the night, the college told us you would not mind if we stayed in your home?”

“Not at all,” Erica laughed, “We’d be happy to show you around, too, help you get acclimated.” Erica sensed from their body language that she had just used a word that these girls did not know, she would have to be more careful about that.

Over the course of the fifteen minutes or so of small talk, Erica couldn’t help but notice her eyes wandering down to the girls’ breasts. And, oh, the breasts! Erica had never seen anything like them. Big and plump, round and perky, they were absolutely huge for these girls’ tiny frames. Anna and Marie were both wearing tank tops in the hot weather, which were just perfect for showing them off. Erica’s breasts were nice, no doubt, but tiny, nothing like these...were they real? They couldn’t be real. But these girls had to be about twenty...no one gets breast enhancements that young, do they? Look at the nipples...they’re poking right through the...

“Erica? What do you think?” Jen had apparently been asking her something, but Erica had been a bit preoccupied.

“Oh, sure,” Erica hoped that her response made sense in context. “You bet.”

“Oh, thank you,” Marie said as she smiled, “It will be nice to have someone to show us where the buildings are.”

Erica soon learned that she had just inadvertently agreed to giving the French girls a little tour of the campus. No big deal, she thought, but she would have to really keep her mind focused on the tour and not on the breasts. How did they not fall over with breasts like that?

* * *

After spending an hour or so showing the girls around, all three of them came back to the house, sweaty and tired from the 90-degree weather and the bright sun. “I will take a shower now, I can be first?” Marie asked Erica politely.

“No problem,” said Erica, her eyes still wandering down to Marie’s massive breasts over and over again.

As Marie got in the shower, Erica went back to her room, closed the door, and took her own shirt off. She stared at herself in the mirror again. “I’m attractive, right?” she asked herself. She focused long and hard on her own breasts. “If I had breasts like those girls...” she thought, as her hands wandered to her own nipples. She rubbed them gently as she thought of the French girls’ plump, round breasts, what they must feel like, what they must look like unrestrained by clothing. “What I wouldn’t give to get even a peek at those...” she thought, as her other hand wandered south down her pants. Then, she had an idea.

She put her shirt back on and walked out to the bathroom. These girls were French, there was no way they had the same prudish attitude towards nudity that Americans had. She bet she could sneak into the bathroom, pretending to get her toothbrush, and hopefully get a glimpse of those breasts once and for all. Even if Marie saw her, she bet she wouldn’t care. She knew that even a furtive glimpse would stick in her mind and fuel her fantasies for a long time.

Her heart pounding, Erica opened the door to the bathroom, the air thick with steam. She glanced around the countertop, saw her toothbrush immediately, but decided to take a few seconds to see what array of products Marie had brought with her for after her shower. There was the pile, over here. Nothing too surprising, some makeup, some moisturizing lotion, a hair dryer, nothing she hadn’t seen before. One jar caught her eye, though...it was a small jar of what looked like a bright white cream, but the jar was unlabeled. “Where do you get an unlabeled jar of cream...” she wondered. “Must have been part of a larger box of products or something. Let’s see what else she has over...”

Suddenly, the shower turned off as Erica jumped...should she say something? “I’m out here,” she said nervously, to alert Marie that she shouldn’t just open the curtain and parade out naked into the bathroom.

“Oh, Erica, I’m sorry, did I take too long?” Marie said as she pulled the curtain open all at once and grabbed her towel. Erica’s jaw dropped as she saw Marie, fully naked from head to toe, standing there toweling herself off. Marie clearly did not mind that Erica was there.

Erica’s jaw dropped even further as she drank in the sight of the breasts in all their glory for the first time. They were simply spectacular. They must have been DD cups at the very least, but they didn’t sag at all. They were round and firm, and bounced quite a bit as she moved around. Erica watched with admiration and lust as Marie leaned this way and that way as she toweled off, the breasts would hang down as she leaned forward, the nipples jutting out ever so slightly as the cold air hit them. Marie then wrapped her hair in her towel and stood there next to Erica, completely naked as if Erica were not even there, as she started to go through her post-shower routine.

“I really liked the gym you have, and the cafeteria seemed nice as well,” Marie kept making small talk as Erica tried desperately to focus on anything other than the breasts. Would Marie catch her staring? What would she think? Erica started to reach for her toothpaste when she saw Marie grab the unlabeled jar. Marie unscrewed the top, spread it over her hands, then went straight for her own breasts. Erica stood openly gawking at Marie as she rubbed the cream all over her breasts, over and over again, around the sides, across the nipples. She must have spent five minutes just rubbing this cream on her breasts. Erica felt herself getting dangerously aroused watching this ritual, she felt her own nipples hardening and her underwear start to get wet. Erica finally decided this was too much. “I’ll let you finish up before I get in the shower,” she told Marie, then hurried back to her room. She slammed the door, locked it, and made a beeline for the bottom of her underwear drawer.

She was a pretty frequent masturbator, at least two or three times a week, but it was rare that she had an emergency situation like this on her hands. She found her favorite vibrator (she had several), tore off all her clothes, and jumped up on her bed. She began furiously rubbing her nipples with her hand as the vibrator explored around her vagina, then worked its way in. She pictured Marie’s glorious bare breasts on display just a few moments earlier, bouncing around as she toweled herself off, bouncing as she rubbed that cream on them...

...it took all of about thirty seconds for Erica to climax violently. She did her best to keep quiet, knowing her roommates were only a few feet away. She had a strong feeling her best wasn’t good enough when she heard giggling out in the hall. “No regrets,” she thought to herself as she smiled, the vibrator still inside her.

* * *

Later that afternoon, Erica took a shower herself. It felt good, she was sweaty from walking around in the heat, that plus her little self-pleasure session left her feeling pretty... fragrant. When she got out of the shower, she couldn’t help but notice that Marie had left her products in the corner of the sink. Her eyes fell to the mysterious jar of cream that Marie had been rubbing on her breasts.

Erica picked it up and looked it over. No markings on it at all, just a jar of bright white cream. She unscrewed it and smelled it...just a slight vanilla-like smell, not terribly strong. “Must be some sort of moisturizer,” she thought, “but why would Marie only be using it for her breasts?” Maybe it also contained some suncreen-type chemicals in it? No, that couldn’t be it.

Erica glanced over to make sure the door was locked, then stared at her own breasts in the mirror. Very nice, small, but sensitive, she loved playing with them almost as much as her boyfriend did. “Ah, what the heck,” she said to herself, and scooped out a small handful of the cream from the jar. She stared at it a moment, and began applying it to her breasts just like she had seen Marie doing.

At first, it just felt like a soothing cool lotion, like her ordinary body lotion. But within a few seconds, her breasts began to feel a strange mix of sensations. First a tingling, then an extreme sensitivity, like her breasts were at the very center of her being. It was a little strange at first, then quickly became exquisitely pleasurable, as she kept rubbing them with her hands. She did just like Marie had done, working around the outside of the breasts at first, then in towards the nipples. She gave a little jump as her fingers danced across her nipples, she looked down and saw them as swollen and erect as they were at the peak of her sexual excitement. She rubbed and rubbed as she closed her eyes and just focused single-mindedly on her ultra-sensitive breasts.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Erica, you OK in there?” Jen yelled through the door. “It sounds like you finished your shower almost an hour ago!”

Erica opened her eyes and looked at the clock. Really? She had been standing there rubbing her breasts for an hour? “Um, yeah, almost done, sorry,” she muttered sheepishly back through the door. She wrapped herself in her towel, recapped Marie’s lotion bottle, and went back to her room to change for dinner.

The six of them all went to dinner together in their school cafeteria. They sat at their usual table and ordered their usual food, pasta for Jen, a salad for her roommate Erin, a sandwich for her other roommate Danielle. As Erica sat there eating and talking with the five of them, she glanced around and noticed how the contrast in breasts was almost comical. She and her three roommates were wearing their usual outfits, while Marie and Anna’s breasts were practically spilling out of their tops. It wasn’t even that their tops were especially slutty; their breasts were simply too large to be kept out of sight. Guys and girls alike would walk by and wave to Erica and her friends as they usually would, but every single time they would do a double take at the massive breasts staring back at Erica from across the table.

That night, as she was falling asleep, Erica noticed her breasts still tingling from the lotion she had used hours earlier. “Should I wash it off?” she thought, “Should I...” She was asleep before she could finish her thought.

She woke up the next morning and threw on her robe. She checked her email, some spam, an update from her boyfriend about the bachelor party, no big deal. “Time for breakfast,” she thought as she started to head downstairs.

As she walked down the stairs wearing a t-shirt and robe but no bra, she felt her breasts bouncing as she walked. Nothing unusual, it seemed at first, but she quickly realized something was different. Her breasts just felt...different. Were her breasts still sensitive from the lotion from yesterday?

She made a quick detour into the downstairs bathroom and lifted up her shirt to have a look. She rubbed her eyes first and opened them again, unable to believe what she saw.

“Holy breasts!” she thought as she stared mouth agape at her topless self in the mirror. Her breasts, though not quite as large as Marie’s or Anna’s, were at least two sizes bigger than yesterday! It was as if they had just filled out overnight, but that was impossible...was this a dream? No, definitely not...was the mirror warped or something? No, that wasn’t it...what the...

Her thoughts quickly shifted away from how this had happened, it was clear that the cream was at fault. She made sure the door was locked and took her shirt off completely. She now stared at herself in the mirror just as she had yesterday, but instead of seeing Erica the plain-looking scrawny girl, she was staring back at a magnificent set of breasts. She thought back to yesterday as she stared at Marie’s breasts as she stepped out of the shower, how the plump, full breasts bounced around as she toweled herself off. Erica moved a little from side to side, then a little more, to watch her breasts in motion. No doubt about it, they looked as huge, round, and perfect as Marie’s, with tiny pink nipples jutting out ever so slightly. She started moving her hands over them as she shuddered just like she had yesterday when applying the cream. It was as if her breasts were a hundred times as sensitive as before, and a thousand times more beautiful. She quickly threw her shirt and robe back on and ran up to her room.

She dove straight for her vibrator for the second time in twelve hours. She stripped completely naked within about five seconds, dove onto the bed, and began her session of masturbation. She decided to be a little more adventurous than usual, both out of a heightened sense of sexuality and from the desire to stimulate her breasts fully while working her vibrator. She rolled around the bed like a sex-crazed animal, in every imaginable position. Lying on her back with a hand on her nipple. Rolling onto her hands and knees working the vibrator from the back as her nipples rubbed across her pillow. Straddling her pillow with the vibrator stuffed in the side of the pillowcase so she could play with both nipples simultaneously. She rolled around, moaning and panting, until she knew she was tantalizingly close.

She climbed up on her bed, squeezed her vibrator with her thighs, and stared at herself in the mirror as she played with her new, massive, exquisitely sensitive breasts. She barely recognized the horny beast staring back in the mirror, with a look of pure lust in her eyes as her whole body started to shake.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!” She screamed, trying to keep her eyes open even a little so she could watch the show in the mirror. Had she been successful, she would have seen quite a show.

* * *

Two hours later, she woke up from her unanticipated nap. She threw her robe back on again. “Hello? Anyone home?” she yelled several times. No one around. All her roommates had left for the day, it seemed, all the doors were open. She did find a post-it note on the kitchen table from Jen: “Gone shopping in the city for a few hours, all five of us. Come join us when you wake up.”

Erica smiled as she looked at the note. “I have the place to myself today, do I?” she thought. She still felt as sexual and stimulated as she had ever felt in her life. She smirked as she tossed her robe and clothes onto her bed and strode around the house totally naked. She opened the window drapes and looked down at the campus.

The rowhome was in a crowded, high traffic area, with big windows by the common areas on all three floors. She looked down at the street as a few dozen casual acquaintances walked by. She quickly darted back out of sight so they wouldn’t see her. She then paused, and grinned as she got an idea that she knew would turn her on even more.

She walked back to the bathroom carrying a little shower caddy, and grabbed a few things: her razor, hair brushes, some skin moisturizer, and of course Marie’s special cream. She walked right out into the common area of the third floor, stood right in the middle of the room in front of the big window, and pulled the drapes open the rest of the way. She then went about her grooming routine as if she were alone, completely naked, in plain view of anyone who happened to look in.

She giggled to herself as she started brushing her hair, turning every which way as she gave passersby a good look at every inch of her body. She put her foot up on a chair as she shaved her legs, as a cool breeze blew across her vagina and bottom. She pretended not to notice as people walked by, but she could see out of the corner of her eye literally dozens of guys (and girls) glance up at her, stop, and stare mouths agape as long as they thought they could get away with it. Even from the third floor, she could see telltale bulges in their pants as she leaned from side to side, her newfound massive breasts bouncing around beautifully with her every move. Two days ago, these same people would walk right past her down the path and not even notice her, but now, she was as sexy as anyone they had ever seen. She felt her vagina moisten as the most anticipated part of her routine drew near.

She grabbed a handful of Marie’s special cream and spread it on both her hands. As she reached for her breasts, she decided to stop and take a brief detour. She turned around, thrust her naked bottom out just a bit towards the window, and began rubbing the cream all over her butt. Sure enough, the cream had the same effect here as it did on the breasts. At first just a soothing feeling, then a tingling, then a deeply sexual feeling as she rubbed over and over her slowly swelling bottom. She could feel her vaginal lips growing and swelling with desire as she rubbed the lotion over and around her butt. She looked back and already, just after a few minutes of use, her butt was going from flat and shapeless to round, deep, and bubbly.

Finally, she grabbed a second handful of cream and went straight for her breasts. The feeling was nothing short of intoxicating: she could still feel the warmth and tingling in her butt and vagina as she rubbed the cream over her plump round breasts over and over again. She found herself inadvertently gyrating just a bit, almost like a stripper, an involuntary motion as she became more and more aroused. She kept her eyes closed as she focused on the feelings in her breasts, butt, and vagina, as she realized this was as close to climax as she had ever been without actively stroking her clitoris somehow. Every now and then, she would open her eyes just for a second, and giggle just a little as people would walk along the street down below, pretending to be going somewhere, but actually staring at her with a wide-eyed lust she had never seen directed at her before.

“Show’s over, guys, “ she thought as she pulled the curtain closed, much to her audience’s chagrin. She darted back into her bedroom yet again. “I’m not trying to be a porn star, here, I’m finishing the job in private.” She knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her to climax now, but she did want to be able to watch herself later. She set up her little digital camera in her bedroom, pointed it at the bed, and crawled on top. She whipped out her vibrator, still slightly warm from the previous use, and turned it straight to the highest setting. She put it on top of her pillow, straddled it supporting herself on her knees, grabbed her nipples, and stared at the camera intently as if it were her audience. She humped the vibrator slowly for a few seconds, then with great force as she closed her eyes and pretended her boyfriend was here pounding into her. She cocked her head back with a little moan, bouncing up and down on her pillow and vibrator as her hands made a futile attempt to wrap all the way around her full, plump breasts.

“Oooh,” she cried, thinking back to how Marie’s breasts looked as she stepped out of the shower.

“AAhhh!” as she played with her nipples, focusing on the tingling sensation in her breasts, butt, and vagina.

“ooohhhh OOOHHHH OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed, as her body shook with the most powerful climax of her life. It was like a reverse rodeo, as she desperately tried to hold the vibrator in place with her legs while flailing about violently as she orgasmed.

“ooohhhh...” she gasped quietly as she collapsed on the bed once more. She pulled the blanket over herself and fell asleep again, as she pondered where her beautiful new body would take her next.

To be continued...