The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Zoey and Dominick strolled down Olympian Way, the main thoroughfare of the resort, arm in arm, drinking in the afternoon sun. It had been an amazing day, and they were both feeling very generous toward Bacchanal Bay.

“Is it petty of me to say I’m glad there’s no kids here?” Zoey ate her ice cream cone, looking out over the crowd.

“Well, there certainly wouldn’t be an Eros’ Grotto if there were kids running around. I, for one, would consider that a tragedy.” Dom took a sip of his frozen margarita as Zoey stuck her tongue out at him.

“I really like this place, Nicky. It’s magical… pun half intended.” She squeezed Dom’s hand. “Can we keep it?” Dom turned to look at her, and she took a very suggestive lick of her cone.

“Save that for after dinner. But I’m inclined to agree—this all seems like harmless fun. We should still talk to Orfanos, though. Just make sure she’s not a creep or weirdo. Maybe Lola could use her connections to get us a meeting. They’re in related fields…”

The pair wandered aimlessly, getting their pictures taken with Hades and Poppy, then headed to one of the massive gift shops. It had the usual tourist crap—t-shirts, stuffed animals, a huge wall of pins—but a number of unique gifts better suited for their specific clientele.

Zoey held up two dildos, one gold and sparkly, the other fluorescent purple. “Which of these do you like more, Nicky? If we buy two, they give you a bottle of lube for free. I thought I’d get a matched set for me and Lola.”

Dom put a hand to his chin mockingly. “A tough decision. The purple one highlights your eyes, but the gold one would be easier to find in the dark. Are there any deals for three? We do have Violet…” He stopped mid-joke, eyes drifting away from Zoey.

“Nicky?”

Goosebumps spread across Dominick’s body. A distant roaring sound filled his ears, growing louder fast. He tasted copper and smelled ozone.

It was coming. There was no time to think, only act. He prayed Zoey would forgive him.

Dom lunged at her, squeezed his hands against her temples. He stared hard into her eyes, and when he blinked his own eyes were filled with white fire.

LET ME IN. Dominick’s voice was guttural, inhuman, a noise no man’s vocal chords could make.

Then they were both inside Zoey’s mind. Dom noted, idly, that the blank infinity of her mind was a pale blue.

“Nicky!? What’s happening? Where are we?”

Dominick didn’t speak, only gripped her tight as his wizard gear materialized. He lifted his burning staff just as the wish crashed down, a blaze of sparks exploding against his shield. He gritted his teeth in effort—the power was so close, and he was protecting two minds at once.

Zoey screamed and Dom buckled, dropping to a knee as the shield pressed down, an inch from their faces. For what seemed like eternity, he pitted his will against the weight of infinity—but he held. The wave passed, the pressure evaporating like morning mist. They fell back into realspace.

He moved a hand to her mouth to stifle her scream, Zoey’s eyes filled with terror. “Shh… shh… it’s over sweetie. I’m so sorry I scared you. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“Miss, are you alright?”

They turned. A forty-something black woman was looking at them, full of concern. Dom moved to speak, but then the woman changed. With an audible pop, she disappeared, replaced with a buxom twenty-something in a skintight striped onesie. Her nametag said “Aaliyah—Hot Girl™—Atlanta, GA.”

Dom nodded apologetically. “I’m sorry Aaliyah. I snuck up on my wife to spook her—must’ve done too good a job. We’re fine.”

The new Aaliyah turned to Zoey to make sure she agreed. Zoey nodded weakly, eyes wide. “Been in the sun too long,” she mumbled.

With a shrug, the young woman moved on. Zoey’s eyes snapped to Dominick. “Holy shit,” she whispered, “that was another wish, wasn’t it?” Dom nodded grimly. “You stopped it from changing my mind?” He nodded again.

She pressed herself against him. “It’s ok, Nicky. Thank you.” His tension unwound in her embrace.

Zoey looked around the gift shop and gasped. “Nicky, all the employees have changed. They’re all Hot Girls tee-emm now.”

It was true—the dozen plus employees in the store had all been replaced with beautiful curvy young women. There wasn’t one of them who wasn’t a perfect ten, poured into their lycra outfits, acres of cleavage spilling out from low cut v-necks.

“Do… do you still want to buy the dildos?”

Zoey slugged him in the arm. “Shut up dummy! We need to check this out.”

They exited the store, and stared in shock at what they saw. Every employee, from the vendors to the camerawomen to the janitors, were now Hot Girls™. As far as the eye could see, an endless parade of busty women in sexy uniforms.

“Jesus Christ,” Zoey gasped, “They all got turned into Hot Girls. There must be ten thousand people working here—just today!”

“We need to regroup, talk this through.” Dom pulled out his phone.

«Everyone back to the hotel—now.»

“The Hot Girls™ are new?” Lola was trying to take Dom’s word for it, but the idea was daunting. “There’s thousands of them—it’s half the point of coming here! Nothing but sexy chicks around every corner! They sell the little uniforms in the gift shop!”

“Lola, he’s telling the truth.” Zoey was rattled, agitated. “I watched a middle aged lady disappear and get replaced by a college girl with a great rack.”

“Waitwaitwait…” Dave cut in, puzzled. “How did you notice this time? It can’t have been a coincidence twice.”

“I just… felt it coming. I don’t know how to describe it. I grabbed Zoey and threw up my shield.”

Dave threw his hands up in exasperation. “Great, so if we’re not standing next to you when a change happens, we’re screwed.”

Violet gestured for calm. “Everyone relax for a moment. I’m sure seeing the moment of transition was jarring, but let’s get some perspective. Two days ago, this park did not exist at all. Fully one fifth of this island was transformed.”

“Krystallo Orfanos must have access to a significantly more powerful reconfig-a-mabob than Mr Vasquez did. The extent of her changes would demand it. Presumably, this second wish drew in young women from around the world to work here, in the same way I was drawn into my Mistress’ employ.”

Dom considered that for a long moment. “I hope so. Let’s find out. What do you all want for dinner?”

An hour later, there was a knock at the door. “Room service!” A cheerful Hot Girl™ named Tiffany wheeled in a huge cart full of food. She cheerfully handed out everyone’s meal. “Wow, three slices of cheesecake? How decadent!”

“Thankfully I don’t have to worry about watching my figure anymore.” Lola took her loaded plate and retreated to a table. “Part of my wish—I’m always fit and sexy for Master.”

Tiffany gave her an odd look, but said nothing. “And a buffalo chicken sandwich for… Dominick. Is Dominick here?”

There was a tap on her shoulder and she turned. Dom pressed his hands to her temples.

LET ME IN. Zoey grabbed the plate as Tiffany’s hands went limp.

The inside of Tiffany’s mind was dark, almost black save for a faint pink backlight. She stood ramrod straight in the center of the room, staring into the distance.

“Hot Girls™ work hard. Hot Girls™ always smile. Hot Girls™ put the customer first…” Tiffany repeated a long litany of Hot Girl™ commandments in a loop.

Dread mounting, Dominick circled her, trying to understand. The pink glow intensified along her back. He reached out for it, and a glowing strand appeared in his hand, connected to the back of her skull. He followed it in the other direction, moving without moving, and soon found the other end.

It ran to a large glass tank, filled with opalescent pink fluid and covered in nonsense wires and lights. A gray haired woman floated inside, curled in a ball. Dominick touched the glass, and her eyes opened. She stared at him for a long moment—then pounded on the glass, noiselessly screaming for help.

Dom felt the fury rise up, let the white fire engulf his arm, and smashed his fist into the glass. He hammered on it again and again, blood spraying from his knuckles. The cracks spread with each blow, until at last it exploded, pink slime pouring out at his feet along with the woman.

She belched up lungfuls of the slime, choking and sobbing, as Dom picked her up. The blackness in her mind faded, replaced by the gentle orange of fall leaves. He lifted up her chin, looked her in the eyes.

“It’s gonna be ok. We got you.” They fell back into realspace.

Tiffany gasped, drawing in a huge lungful of air, before Dominick clamped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t scream. You’re safe, just breathe.” Her eyes were filled with fear, but quickly lost focus. She passed out, and Lola helped Dominick lay her on the bed.

Zoey stared at the scene with confusion and fear. “Nicky… what happened?”

“They changed her body and altered her mind—without permission.”

Lola put a hand to her mouth, horrified. “I thought that was impossible…”

Interlude

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