The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Can you see anything, Nicky?”

Dom adjusted the foam head on his costume. “No, not really.”

The pair got up, and despite their limited visibility headed on through the open door. Beyond lay a wide catwalk with what appeared to be dressing rooms on the left.

On the right, there was a ramp down, leading to a canal. A faintly glowing pink liquid ran swiftly past a large condola, a fiberglass ‘boat’ on a track, with perhaps 40 seats on it. About 25 people, of all shapes and sizes, sat docile inside it. A pair of mascots secured one of them into the ride, then walked off into a side door.

“We are inside the unmarked processing center,” Dom whispered, “where costumed employees are putting unconscious people onto this mysterious ride. I’m going to investigate.”

Zoey turned to look at him. “What are you doing?” she hissed.

“Narrating for the audience,” he answered. “We’re livestreaming… apparently. That’s what Margot said anyway.”

“What the hell is that stuff in the canal?” Zoey’s tone was fearful as they moved down the ramp.

“WHY, THAT’S THE PATENTED GENDER FLUID!™”

The lights of the cavernous room flared as Dom and Zoey recoiled. On the opposite end of the canal, on a raised platform near the ceiling, a Poseidon mascot stood with his arms spread wide in presentation.

“What’s up my freakazoids!? It’s Ya Boi, the Loudmouthed Leviathan, Doctor Kraken! We’re here on day three of our all-access trip to Bacchanal Bay with the Ninth Dimension’s latest viral sensation, Dominick Vasquez! Hey Dom, welcome to The Depths!”

Dom removed his mascot head and scowled at the figure. “I wondered when you’d finally show up. You’re in deep shit, Kraken.”

Doctor Kraken continued as though Dom hadn’t spoken. “Dom and his family have been enjoying everything Da Bacchie has to offer—sun, fun, and fucking fucking fucking! But get ready freakazoids ‘cause I have some incredible news! Dominick is about to join the Bacchanal Bay team and become the newest member of the Hot Girls™! I can’t wait to see how it turns out! Thanks for helping Dom—are you excited to get going?”

Zoey tore her head off and pointed at Doctor Kraken. “You’ve brainwashed and twisted all the employees on the whole island—for your stupid YouTube channel!? You’re such a dick!”

Again, there was no response from Kraken. He simply pressed on.

“Alright, freakazoids, stay tuned for that incredible footage and so much more—right after this word from our sponsor! Don’t forget to like, comment, subscribe and hit that bell!”

“And cut.”

Kraken dropped his hands and his huge mascot head finally lowered to look at them. The eyes were black from edge to edge. Unsettling writhing began beneath the outfit, like snakes straining against the cloth to escape.

“You fucking flatlanders are seriously messing with the show. Do you have any idea how much editing I’m gonna have to do for this scene to cut together? I won’t have you lame-ass 4D BETAS screwing up my ad revenue!”

Dominick shook his head, stared up at Kraken. “So you sent ten thousand employees through this “ride” to brainwash them and sex them up? Seems pretty stupid to me—and incredibly illegal.”

“Yeah, that would be stupid—so I didn’t do it, idiot! I just used my modded Reconfig-a-Mabob to change their pasts so they had already gone on the ride. Now I just use it to get new employees up to speed. You, for instance, and the redhead. Once I find the blonde and the black chick, they’ll be joining you.”

He extended a hand, and a roiling mass of gears and wires appeared in his foam palm, an upsetting black-purple glow peeking out from the gaps as it moved. Zoey turned away, eyes burning from the otherworldly glow.

“Turns out one of these bad boys is pretty fucking powerful in your shitbox dimension.”

“What about Krystallo Orfanos?” Dom stared hard, annunciated. “What’s she got to do with your evil criminal theme park bullshit?”

The Reconfig-a-mabob vanished as Doctor Kraken waved his hand. “Oh who gives a shit about that dumb bitch? She came up with the park idea, but started complaining when I brought in the Hot Girls™. I just drag her out when I need a sound bite from a flatlander in a suit.”

“You’ve got her imprisoned somewhere?”

“Wrong again, stupid! She’s just trapped outside of time in her ugly mansion. Way simpler than locking her up.”

“So, just to be clear,” Dom narrated, “you’re using an illegally modified Reconfig-a-mabob to reshape reality in the Fourth Dimension, transforming tens of thousands of Citizens against their will, all to make some shitty influencer videos?”

“MY VIDEOS ARE INCREDIBLE!” Kraken roared, shaking the walls. “I am going to be the NUMBER ONE influencer in my dimension with this stunt! The merch sales are going to be off the chain! And I am NOT going to let a handful of fucking flatlanders get in my way!”

Tentacles erupted from the arms of the costume. Zoey and Dom tried to run, but they were effortlessly snagged and slammed into adjoining seats. The ride’s elaborate safety restraints lowered onto them, pinning them in place.

“The best part of all of this is that, once you’ve been properly indoctrinated, you’re gonna help me run the park! You four are going to be my Executive Hot Girls™! You’ll run things, recruit more Hot Girls™, and shoot footage for me so I can keep the series going without having to come down to your shitty dimension.”

There was a heavy ‘thunk’ and the gondola started to move. Doctor Kraken waved them goodbye. “Enjoy the ride, assholes! See you on the other side!”

After a few seconds, the gondola turned the corner and was plunged into darkness.

Zoey gripped Dom’s hand. “You have a plan, right? Please tell me you have a plan.”

He squeezed her hand back. “Sure. I’m going to livestream this entire evil ride, and when we get to the end we’re gonna bust out and escape. Once he’s in hyper-jail, we figure out how to unfuck the situation.”

Dom’s tone changed slightly. “If there’s anyone out there watching this, please do whatever you can to help. Doctor Kraken’s a deranged dimensional criminal… and a huge idiot to boot.”

“Downvote the shit out of him!” Zoey added, “File a content warning!”

She was going to say more, but the gondola turned the corner… and The Pink was upon them.

The tunnel was filled with the pinkest light either of them had ever seen—a hyperdimensional pink that made mere neon pink look brown in comparison. It punched through the eyes and filled the brain directly with elemental pinkness.

The walls were lined, floor to ceiling, for dozens of yards, with cute little animatronic Hot Girl™ puppets. They danced and moved, black button eyes shining in The Pink and they pantomimed working every part of the park. Occasionally there was a puppet of one of the mascots as well.

The music was blasting at this point, a cheerful tinkly tune that was unbearably catching—more an ear lamprey than an earworm. “WHAT’S HAPPENING, NICKY!?” Zoey shouted over the din. Dom opened his mouth to speak, then the lyrics started.

You’re a girl that laughs,

You’ve got no more tears!

You will do your best,

You will smile and cheer!

You’ll work hard everyday!

You won’t ask about pay!

You’re a Hot Girl, after all!

You’re a Hot Girl, after all!

You’re a Hot Girl, after all!

You’re a Hot Girl, after all!

You’re a Hot, Hot Girl!

They both groaned as the words hammered at their minds. The other sedated passengers twitched and sighed from their chairs.

Dom thought, ‘oh, I am a Hot Girl,’ but knew it wasn’t his thought. He brought up his defenses and turned to look at Zoey. Her eyes were slowly closing, like she was fighting off sleep, and she was mouthing the words to the song.

Dom squeezed her hand hard. LET ME IN! he screamed.

The pale blue of Zoey’s mind had been infected by The Pink. Jagged streaks of it pulsed across the sky, a terrible wound going septic. On a great platform in the center stood two empty tanks, ready to receive their minds, a Hot Girl wired to each a few feet away.

Dozens of blank, faceless Hot Girls were dragging Zoey up the stairs, lycra jumpsuits hugging their curves as they grabbed and lifted her up. Dom moved to help Zoey, but a hand grabbed his wrist. He was suddenly surrounded by an small army of the faceless Hot Girls.

“You’re a Hot Girl,” they whispered in unison.

“BACK!” He shouted, pushing the legion away a few paces. The view from Dom’s eyes appeared in the sky as a huge screen, the interdimensional webcam livestreaming the scene.

Hand free, he smashed his staff against the ground, and a blast of white fire turned the Hot Girls around him to ash. He sprinted towards Zoey, racing up the stairs. A mob of Hot Girls turned from Zoey to face him, leaping over his head to come at him from both sides.

As he swung and blasted, more and more of the Hot Girls holding Zoey dropped away to join the fight. Finally, she was able to lash out with her feet, kicking the two holding her down the stairs. Zoey planted her feet and tossed the one on her right arm, Judo style, then drove her freed fist into the face of the one on her left. It shattered like a smashed plate and collapsed to the ground.

She charged down the stairs, driving her shoulder into the throng, sending several tumbling off the sides. Zoey rained down blows—smashing fists, feet, knees and elbows into the Hot Girls—and soon she was at Dom’s side.

“Hi sweetie,” she panted, “Thanks for the help!”

“Anytime,” he huffed, before sending a jet of white fire down the stairs. “This way please!”

They raced down the stairs, the remaining Hot Girl blanks trailing behind them. Dom and Zoey beat them off with fire and fist, and soon were standing alone in a pile of shattered bodies.

“Well, that was the most terrifying moment of my life,” Zoey said conversationally.

“Fun’s not over yet.” Dom took her hand. “Time to go back.”

They fell back into realspace, and the music was gone—replaced by the roar of falling water. Only it wasn’t water falling in a sheet in front of them—it was the eerie glowing fluid that surrounded the boat.

As it hit the first row of passengers, they began to shake—vibrate like they were in a paint mixer. Then, with an audible ‘POP!’ they transformed into Hot Girls™, curvy models in skin tight lycra.

“Jesus Christ…” Dominick tensed, gripped Zoey hand hard.

“It’ll be ok, Nicky, we’ll fix it Nicky…” She was talking fast, desperately trying to reassure herself as much as Dom.

And then the glowing waterfall sprayed all over them, drenched them both to the bone.

Dom tensed, waiting for pain or something… but he felt fine. He wasn’t even shaking.

He turned to Zoey, excited that they’d somehow gotten away with it, but she turned to look at him and she was vibrating. POP! Dom tensed, but other than a change of outfit she looked just the same. Dom was certain his defenses had held, so his mind probably hadn’t been altered. She was still his wife Zoey.

“Oh thank god we’re —” he stopped dead when he heard his voice.

“I don’t think it did anything to me, Nicky! Other than this tacky uniform I’m —” She looked at him. “HOLY FUCK! NICKY?!”

Dominick looked down at himself, into a deep expanse of cleavage in a lycra uniform. He could see wide shapely hips beneath the tits. His nails were half an inch long and painted pink.

“Doctor Kraken used his illegal Reconfig-a-Mabob to… turn me into a woman, apparently—very much against my will.”

He turned to Zoey, eyes fearful. “What’s my name? Where are we from? How long have we been married?” His new voice was, for lack of a better word, cute. Spunky.

Zoey was staring at him in shock, eyes moving up and down. “You’re Dominick Rafael Vasquez. We live in Redmond, Washington. Technically we’ve been married for about four years, but I became your wife on February 19th of last year. Our dragon Jethro is blue.”

“Oh thank god,” he breathed.

Zoey’s eyes were still wandering over him. “I thought I was the only one in this family who’d ever thank God for becoming a woman.”

“This is a temporary problem—no offense. We’ll catch that bastard and…”

Dom stopped as the gondola turned a corner and the music rose again as they reentered The Pink. Dom pushed his way into Zoey’s mind again as the lyrics hit their ears.

Who you were before,

You have now surpassed!

You must look ahead,

And forget your past!

And of course, who’s to say

You weren’t always this way?

Been a Hot Girl all this time!

Been a Hot Girl all this time!

Been a Hot Girl all this time!

Been a Hot Girl all this time!

Been a Hot, Hot Girl!

They emerged into a vast library, two great rows of shelves stretching for 100 yards. Dozens of Hot Girl blanks were throwing books to the floor, while dozens more followed behind replacing them with Pink Books.

Zoey stuck fingers in her mouth and whistled hard. Every blank face turned.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND, ASSHOLES!” She charged.

Dominick and Zoey made short work of the Hot Girls, fists and fire shattering their porcelain faces. When the last one fell, the Pink Books disappeared and the shelves were restored.

“You look normal in here, Nicky.” Zoey massaged her metaphorical knuckles. “That’s good, right?”

Dom put his hands up in confusion. “I have no idea. Probably? I didn’t get mind-fucked, I guess.”

He looked at Zoey, full of trepidation. “Was… was it bad?”

She shook her head. “...Bad’s not the right word. It’s a lot.” Zoey took his hand. “But I promise we’ll fix it, and I’ll make sure no one misgenders you.”

“Thanks Zoey.” Dom sighed. “Ok, let’s go see what’s happening. We’re not out of the trap yet.”

The music was fading behind them as they fell into realspace, the lighting neutral. The other Girls were chatting casually, like they were at the end of a pleasant little ride. Four Girls waited at the ramp, helping the passengers off the ride. As each newly minted Hot Girl™ disembarked, a name tag was pinned on them and they walked off with purpose towards the exit.

“Okay!” A Girl named Brooklyn cheerfully unlocked Dom and Zoey’s restraints. “Looks like we’ve got Zoey… and… Nicole. OOH! They’re executives, girls!” She held up two golden name tags.

The other Hot Girls™ all stopped and clapped, with the energy of a high school cheer squad.

“If you don’t shut ‘em up, I will.” Zoey hissed.

SLEEP. Dom’s voice resonated unnaturally off the walls and all the other Girls slumped down where they stood. Zoey had to catch the one who’d released them so she didn’t fall in the pink goo.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Dom jumped out of the gondola, but stumbled after a few steps.

Zoey climbed out and offered a hand. “Take the heels off, sweetie. We’ll find you some sneakers.”

Interlude

“What’s up my freakazoids!? It’s Ya Boi, the Loudmouthed Leviathan, Doctor Kraken! We’re here at the hottest of the hot rides to meet our new executive Hot Girl™—Nicole Vasquez! Wazzup Nikki!?”

Doctor Kraken burst into the room with a flourish, lights flaring at his entrance.

Around thirty Girls slept soundly in the room, snoring gently wherever they fell.

“CUT DAMNIT, CUT!”

Kraken exploded from his mascot outfit, his full multidimensional horror rising up from sheer fury. He picked up a limp Girl from the floor and shook her. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY!?” he bellowed, cracking several nearby windows. The Girl just snored at him, in a way he found highly disrespectful. He dropped her on top of another Girl and floated away in disgust.

“You are fucking dead, Vasquez. No fucking flatlander spoils MY video series and lives to vlog about it! I’m gonna stomp you flat and post the gif on 836chan! I’m gonna turn you inside out and show you…”

Doctor Kraken paused, a call coming in on his phone.

“What? ..What!? FUCKING WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M BANNED!? WHO WAS LIVESTREAMING THE WHOLE THING!?”

He roared with inhuman fury, lightning arcing through the room from his writhing form, then vanished.