The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I need the tackiest shoes you have” the girl had charged into the store a look of determination in her eyes. Rachel was, by definition, a woman of determination with a slim figure from daily visits to the gym, red hair well maintained but the color dulled from time and age and a rather nice face with weary hazel eyes.

“Whoa slow down there” unsurprisingly Nathan was taken aback by the sudden entrance of the woman but despite the shock he recovered quickly. He was a professional after all, even if it was being a manager of a thrift store.

She took a deep breath “sorry, it’s just I’m in a hurry. I lost a bet to some friends of mine and they thought it would be funny to make me take a selfie with the tackiest shoes I could find.”

“And you figured, thrift store? Find the shoes, take the selfie and leave them behind”

“Pretty much yeah” she replied with a nod a little sheepish that her plan had been found out so easily.

He thought about the request for a moment before cringing at the thought of a pair of shoes he had in the back room. “Well I think I might have a pair but here’s the deal you have to pay for them so I can clear them off my books. You can take the selfie in the change room and you can even leave them in there so I can throw them out but you have to pay for them”

Rachel grimaced, she wanted to complete the bet without spending a dime but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. “This isn’t going to cost me too much is it?”

“What? Oh god no, I want them gone they just have to be paid for otherwise they come up on the system as stolen. I’m not going to charge you more because you lost a bet, seems cruel especially considering the shoes. I’ll be right back”

He stepped away from the counter and into the back room to retrieve the shoes. Looking at the shoe box he shuddered, the back room stock normally didn’t bother him but the shoes inside were an exception. They predated his time working there and since he started he’d only seen the contents twice and that was enough. Once was on his first week when he was trying to look good and put extra stock on the shelf, the second was when a volunteer accidentally knocked the box off the shelf.

As he brought the shoes out to the front to the waiting girl he tried to remember what they looked like but he couldn’t. Like the very thought of them repulsed him. Then again that was the reason they weren’t on the shelf. He had asked, once upon a time, why they weren’t on the shelf and his boss at the time had simply answered “they chase people away”. Once he had looked at them he understood, they repelled people. Put them on the shelf and watch the people run.

Coming back to the counter Rachel’s face was a mix of relief and frustration, her desire to have this whole thing over and done with was plainly written on her face. He put the box down on the counter and opened the lid to reveal the contents. “Oh god,” she said revolted at what she saw, “they’re hideous”.

They were red, and not in a soft red or even a dark red, they were neon red of a shade that made them difficult to look at, every catch of the light seeming to glare. The platforms were four inches with a further six inch elevation in the heel. White laces went up the front of the shoes with heart shaped caps on either side. This wasn’t helped by “Grrl” being written on the side and “Power” on the other, both in the notorious Barbie script. To top it all off they smelt vaguely of strawberry bubblegum, the cheap, almost sickly sweet kind. Worst of all, they had a vague feel to them, not simply looking tacky but they also felt tacky in a way that didn’t require touching. None of this helped Rachel’s revulsion to them.

“You sure you want to go through with this?” he was also put off by the shoes with a scrunched up nose as the smell hit him. He couldn’t help but feel pity for her and he couldn’t blame her if she didn’t want to follow through. If her friends were there he was damn sure they wouldn’t either.

She held a hand up to her nose “God that smell is clawing. No I’m sure, if I don’t do it I’ll never live it down.” Taking a deep breath she asked “How much?”

Nathan knew the price for the shoes but also knew that they weren’t worth that much and he would feel bad for charging that much for a selfie “five dollars and they’re all yours to do with as you please”

Fishing a five dollar note out of her wallet she passed it to him and said “thanks” as she closed the lid on the shoe box and carried it to the changing room. He sighed in relief that they had been removed from his sight but more to the point that they would finally be gone forever. She would put the shoes on, take her selfie, remove the shoes, and then hopefully throw them out. Considering for a moment the possibility of her just putting them in the donation bin outside he made a mental note to declare them as unsanitary should they come back.

In the changing room Rachel had sat down and gotten her shoes off. She glanced over at the shoe box beside her and shivered. Lifting the lid the smell hit her like it had been gathering inside the box. The enclosed space of the changing room didn’t help, it felt like the curtain might as well have been a door the way it kept it in. It turned it more into a gas chamber for the saccharine smell than a change room but she steeled herself with a discrete cough.

Reaching into the box she plucked the shoes from inside like she moving rotting food from a long forgotten container. She looked at them with another cringe holding them in front of her face thinking how they could not be further from anything she would ever wear. Even when she had gone clubbing in college she never would have worn such a thing. Now as an adult with a job and no time for clubbing her attire was much more keeping in with professional attire. The dress pants and blouse were the main stay of her office attire and today she was even wearing a jacket. She considered taking her pants off but she figured that they didn’t need to see that much of her.

With a look of disdain on her face she slipped the first shoe onto her foot and quivered as much to her surprise it felt good. Better than any shoe she had ever had, the sole followed the form of her foot and caressed it like an expert massage. She let out an involuntary moan as she flexed her foot inside of it. The feeling was amazing and she didn’t want it to stop. Clenching and unclenching her toes felt just as nice, like warm sand but without the grit. The arches of her feet were supported in ways she didn’t think would be possible in a piece of clothing, especially with ones with so daring of a heel.

Crossing her leg she regarded the shoe and noted that it looked so much better on than off. As if feeling it gave it the shape and definition to make the avant garde material work. She had to admit it was certainly working for her. It wasn’t something she would wear out but simply having them on her feet and laying down in bed would be amazing especially after a long day at work. She reached down and caressed the shoe with both hands, gone was the alien feel and in it’s place was the smoothest and most pleasant of textures. Still certainly rubber but of a high quality variant that felt like silk but looked like latex.

Eager to see what would happen she slipped the other one on and anticipating what was coming she stifled the moan that emerged. It was barely a whimper but a shadow of what she was feeling. Not only had it doubled with the second shoe but they seemed to work in harmony creating a greater feeling than either could separately. She felt the sensation rise up her legs and straight to where they met. Her hand sprang down to the spot in a futile attempt to stop it but it hit her sweet spot. The sensation continued to build there, some unearthly unseen force causing it to vibrate in the most pleasant way. As she felt the feeling start to crest she bit her lip as the orgasm crashed into her. She felt paralyzed as she pressed her back up against the side of the changing room the sensation unrelenting as it crashed into her again and again. Her vision blurred before going dark as she lost consciousness for a few moments.

The feeling was now just a pleasant buzz that began in her feet before filling the rest of her body. She luxuriated as she stretched her legs out admiring how her new favorite pair of shoes looked on her. Standing she didn’t even notice how easy it was despite the elevation they gave her, they simply felt like an extension of her legs and she didn’t even want to fathom taking them off.

Looking into the mirror she couldn’t help but feel sad, the shoes were a bright pop of color on a very boring grayscale. Staring it wasn’t even the clothing it was the body as well, it felt gross and alien and repugnant. Even the smell of the perfume she had put on that morning was making her gag. In that moment all she wanted to do was change so her whole being was that bright pop of color.

As if in answer she felt the shoes pulse, a feeling that ran across her body. She braced herself for an orgasm that never came just the same repetitive pulse. It didn’t take long for it to center on her brain like a banging on the door of her mind. Opening the door was easy and she felt her brain melt like her feet had when she had first put the shoes on. Like a gentle massage working out the kinks by a highly-experienced hand. Things stopped mattering to her, like work or family and the stress disappeared with it. The bigger things took a firmer hand but it wasn’t long before her education had been kneaded along with the stress that came with it.

Memories that no longer mattered simply flowed away to be replaced with new knowledge. Childhood memories changed, afternoons doing homework became saturating in every bit of nineties pop culture she could. Playing with puzzles became playing with her Barbie dolls for hours on end. Her interest in classical music was warped to an obsession with the most vapid of bubblegum pop and girl bands. Looking up to the intellectual giants and heroes of business in her adolescence became hours of fantasizing about being like her favorite models and singers. Finally, a fashion sense meant to show that she was to be taken seriously became the most attention getting of attires. Bright colors and tight clothing was the way for her and she wanted a body to match.

As the pulse faded she came back to reality with a giggle, her mind was in the right head space for the shoes now she just needed everything else. She started to wiggle as her body started to thrum with a pleasant rhythm. It felt like there was a poppy dance number playing just for her and she couldn’t help but dance. As she bopped to the unheard song she didn’t notice as her previously straight up and down hips grew out stretching the waistline of her sensible pants. Her new hips were curvy in all the right ways, flaring out enough to make any skirt she wore that much shorter.

The changes continued as a tan suddenly emerged over her skin, taking over the pale white of too much time spent indoors to be replaced with an almost ritual adherence to regular solarium visits. It gave her skin a healthy glow and that little bit of bronze color to dismiss the paleness. Next came her hair color as it changed first lightening until it was a pale blonde and then wide streaks of bright red appeared giving her hair that pop of color she loved so much. To emphasize this it restyled itself to be big and bold full of volume and body.

Make-up appeared across her face with her lips coated in enough red gloss to be liquid as they inflated to a more kissable size, the thin lips becoming a thing of the past. Her eyes became bigger as the eyelids became coated in a stunning faded color of red to silver the eyeliner giving her the perfect night club look. The color of her eyes changed to a brilliant blue as any wrinkles and blemishes disappeared giving her skin the perfect complexion even with her new ever pleasant tan.

Lastly but most important for her, she felt the pulse center on her chest and she couldn’t help but bounce with excitement as she watched them explode in size as they filled with silicone. They accelerated up the cup sizes leaving the inadequate chest behind as the implants filled. It wasn’t long before they stopped looking passably natural and became a size that singled them out as fake on her smaller frame. Finishing the look they barely moved as she continued her happy dance and the very thought of that caused her to get even more wet. Her new fake boobs were more than an look for her now but a trigger for her own sexual desire.

Catching herself in the mirror she finally stopped to stare at herself in the mirror, disappointed to see the same dreary clothes hanging off her rocking bod. As she looked she just got angrier until in one movement she tore them off. To her delight beneath the tattered remains of what were her clothes was a new outfit she didn’t remember putting on. First was the mini skirt, it was tight across her skin as it came down her hips before flaring out in pleats to mid thigh. It was white and in a plastic vinyl type material that reminded her of her favorite new shoes. Running her hands across it made her wiggle with arousal, the texture causing pleasurable vibrations to flow through her thighs.

Her midriff was bare showing off her flat stomach and the ruby jewelled belly button ring that dangled a couple of inches. Off to the side on one hip was a playboy bunny tattoo in red, she couldn’t be prouder of it. Drawing her eyes up her breasts were barely contained in a long sleeved, fuzzy, bright red, crop top. Running her hands over them felt cute and fluffy like petting a cat. It helped that sensation was enhanced by her now more sensitive chest. Bringing attention to her cleavage, the scoop neck of the top made sure her boobs were seen while the bottom of the top barely covered their underside.

Satisfied with her appearance she licked her lips and blew herself a kiss in the mirror. Then with one final smoothing of her outfit she threw aside the curtain of the change room and singled out Nathan with a pointed red glossed fingernail “You have two choices loverboy you either fuck me over that counter or you get in here and bounce me on your dick like a pogo stick.”

“What?” was his only shocked response at the woman who had just emerged from the change rooms. He knew she’d been taking her time but he couldn’t fathom how much she’d change. His mind rushed trying to figure out the reasoning behind what his eyes were telling him. Whether it was a prank of some kind, an elaborate game, or if this chick was just into that kind of thing. Unable to come to a solution he just kind of stood there in muted silence his mouth opening and closing quickly trying to form words.

Rachel rolled her eyes “Boys. This is why Grrl Power is a thing.” She walked over to him making sure to sway her hips and bounce her tits to get him nice and distracted before taking him by the hand and dragging him into the change room.

On instinct Nathan closed the curtain much to her amusement “oh we have a shy loverboy. That’s ok I’ll break you of that” With that she moved him so his back was against the mirror and fiddled with his fly. Her hand snaking into his pants she smiled while biting her lip “I can definitely work with that”

Fishing his cock out she hiked her skirt up and moved in closer, her impressive bosom pressing against his chest. “Now loverboy, hold me, kiss me, grope me, fuck me. Show me how big you are” she said in a sing-song voice as she mounted him. Her new sexy shoes putting her at the perfect height for him to slide in. It wasn’t long before Nathan’s confusion gave way to instinct and he started to clumsily thrust into her. Each stroke gaining more and more confidence as she showed more and more interest, gasping and moaning. She grabbed one of his hands and placed in firmly on her butt and grabbed his other hand to slide it up her back till it was at her shoulder blade. With her arms wrapped around him she leaned into his ears and moaned “hold me” before hopping up and wrapping her legs around him, ankles locking under his butt. Rocking her hips back and forth on his dick was making her feel better than she ever had before. She had vague memories of having sex before but it was never as good as what she was experiencing.

“Kiss me” and she started to kiss him, tongues quickly danced as there mouths met. Nathan’s mind effectively shut down as he was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. His contact with girls before having been limited to some very clumsy liaisons, this was an experience that he never could have even imagined to be happening. Their making out was rough and needy, driven more by the lust being expressed in the change room than any existence of love between the two.

“Grope me loverboy, don’t hold back you can do it” she said any pretense of keeping their sex quiet gone. In her mind she was a Grrl and she was going to be loud and proud about it. Her hands flew up to grasp the tops of the change room on either side in an attempt to spread her weight out. To his credit he took the cue and moved both hands so they were firmly grasping each cheek of her bum. The sudden pressure caused her to gasp loudly in pleasure, her hips redoubling in their effort and speed.

Being allowed to breath again he said “this is fun and all but um could you keep it down?”

She laughed, it was high and sing-song like a Disney princess. Her movements never skipping a beat as she thrust her boobs into his face “shut up and fuck me!” Using her grip on the change room and her ankles locked behind him she kept up the thrusting taking complete control of the situation using the man as a glorified sex toy. Any further protests were lost to ecstasy as he felt himself cresting towards orgasm his dick throbbing before finally with a muffled gasp he came. The force was enough to bring all of her work to fruition as she experienced the greatest orgasm of her life. Combined fluids burst to overflowing as she let her beautiful new shoes touch the ground again pulling herself free of his cock.

Running a manicured finger up her slit she collected some of the cum and sucked it clean, her eyes fluttering with pleasure as she did. She smoothed her skirt out and kissed him on the cheek before placing a card between his teeth. “Thanks for the fun loverboy, you want another go just give me a call” and with a flourish she threw aside the curtain and strode out of the store into her new life.