The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Transmundane

PART ONE

A magic wand was poking out from within the roots of a bushy willow growing amongst other small trees in the storage locker under grow lamps. A quick glance showed several other wands buried in other pots—all slowly charging up for the use of the gangly middle-aged Bill Nye look-alike tending the enclosed grove.

Mike learned from his recent research that his family was into what might politely be called the ‘mad sciences’ from way back—back to the days of alchemy and sorcery. Sadly, his father died in an accident when Mike was still young and from what he could tell, his mom did not know any of this. In fact, if not for a bittersweet accident, Mike would not have learned it either.

Mike’s aging mother had decided to sell the very old family home and move to an assisted living condo. While Mike loved the big old place and helped out as much as he could, he could understand that it was a lot of house for her. For that matter it was too much for him to even consider buying—the overhead and repairs alone would have eventually bankrupted him. He pitched in with the hauling the decades of accumulated debris to help her prepare the place for sale.

He came across machinery in the basement that would have delivered coal to a long-since replaced furnace and other signs of the home’s long history as he worked. He left most of that in place and was clearing out a bunch of old boards piled deep in one corner when he found a previously hidden door. It was locked but the key was on the large keyring his mom had given him.

When he flicked the overhead lights on, he saw a large room that was reasonably clean (other than a thick layer of dust) and looked like a lab. Mike had spent a lot of time in labs—he had a Masters in chemistry, and was working on his PhD while he did research for a large company. Mike poked his head back outside the room and realized that it took up a full third of the basement and he had never really noticed the basement was not as big as it should have been because of the way it was divided up.

The room was lined with crammed bookcases, jammed with books and journals, file boxes, rows and rows of labelled jars and bins, and all sorts of the typical tools and supplies one sees in labs as well as a large smattering of things that were unfamiliar to Mike. An area in the back was full of pots of dead plants and a bank of lights—all dead as well. A couple large workbenches were covered with what looked like abandoned projects.

A diary on the bench caught Mike’s eye—it was his father’s handwriting and seemed to be describing a project that would grant enhanced abilities to his son. Mike was startled to realize that his dad was writing about him! He gathered the diary and some other items and went to see his mom. A brief conversation revealed that she knew nothing about this stuff or the room, but that Mike could have anything he found there.

His reading that night changed his world. It turns out that Mike’s ancestors had been studying the relationship of the ‘transmundane’ to known science for hundreds of years. It started when someone noticed that some spells actually worked, then noticed that certain items were used in the same ways in many of them. Others built on this until they had a rather extensive list of elements and their effects—a sort of transmundane periodic table. Another early discovery was the existence of a life force that sounded eerily like the Force from Star Wars crossed with some Eastern teachings of ‘chi’. Perhaps most surprising was to find that the whole process worked best when it involved ‘powerful’ emotions. In that sense, lust was better than a crush and rage was better than being upset. No wonder so many of the tales involved sex or revenge.

Spells were sets of instructions for reshaping or directing the life force to affect living or magically sensitive materials. Potions or pills usually provide the raw materials and catalysts for the changes, the wands or other tools direct or amplify the forces, and the will of the caster provides the ‘umph’ to make it work. In Mike’s mind, it was loosely analogous to using an electromagnet to shape an electrical field. The wands and such act like the wiring and magnetic core, the potions would be like iron filings mixed into an oil or putty, and the will acts like the battery. Turn it on and the electromagnet affects the iron filings in the putty to take on specific shapes.

He quickly made arrangements to move the stuff he could not easily replace to a secure locker since his small apartment could never house even a portion of it, and made some longer term plans. Within a year, he had a fully operational lab with live plants, and fresh supplies and equipment, and new security in place. The books and journals were digitized so they could be searched and indexed. Mike parked the original hard copies in a series of safety deposit boxes. It cost him a pretty penny for it all and there were lots of books and notes left to convert, but he was finally ready to explore the ‘transmundane’, to use his father’s term for what most people would call magic or alchemy.

As he built his new lab, he also tried out various tutorials suggested in the books. He sped the growth rates of some non-magical plants and changed the colors of flower petals. He was able to cause all the leaves and much of the flavoring in a cup of loose-leaf tea to collect in a ball around the tip of a wand. He was even able to get a fully-charged wand to hover and spin over a pattern of salt on the workbench.

Mike was becoming increasingly excited by his research and successes, and was planning to carry out some of the spells his father had crafted for him, with a couple of additional improvements that would not have been appropriate on a young boy. In fact, one of the ‘improvements’ was a common spell his ancestors used as a sort of rite of passage into full manhood.

His real job at the labs chugged on. Knowing that there was a whole different layer to things than his co-workers were aware of sometimes made for awkward situations. During a discussion of an alternative version of Viagra, Mike wanted so badly to reveal that one of his grandparents had actually created a transmundane version of the stuff that restored and enhanced male sexual function in ways that Viagra could not touch—easier arousal, more controlled erections, more control over ejaculation, increased sperm count and motility, and more—and it did so for months or even years from just one pill and a fairly easy spell! It would have been worth millions in bonuses to Mike. Besides, no one would believe that the hodge-podge of stuff in it would have a difference—but Mike could attest that it worked exactly as described.

Even more so, he wished he could tell his lab partner, Jill. He really liked her and usually shared even the most boring elements of his life with her. He especially liked getting her to laugh. Her plain face lit up when she smiled and became radiant when she laughed. But no—this was just too big and weird, and he was just getting started in it.

Jill knew something was amiss. The two had worked together for a couple years, and she was pretty sensitive to his moods. She even had a bit of a crush on Mike—more of a fantasy, really, that she sometimes used when she masturbated herself to sleep. Mike was more distant or distracted for the last few months. He blamed it on his mom’s move for a while but it was clear something else was up—that had been over a year ago. He stopped taking overtime, but was often doing secretive things in lab spaces they rarely used. He also stopped talking to her much about his after-work life. Sure—it was usually boring things like computer or TV time, but he was usually able to make her laugh with his spin on it.

This made poor Jill feel even lonelier, and even worse about things like her oily skin and hair or pudginess. Not having Mike to talk to did not leave her much in her life. Without really meaning to, she started to stalk Mike. She quickly learned about the storage locker and how much time he spent there, but little past that. It just made her feel more alienated over time.

On the anniversary of the day he planted the trees in his new lab Mike was finally ready for the first big experiment. With all of the prep work done, Mike popped on some porn to set the mood, ‘dropped trou’, pulled the newly charged wand out of the willow’s roots, and held it against his crotch as he lay on the cot in the storage space. If everything worked correctly the vile potions he had been ingesting over the last week would react with the energies in the wand to… yes! It was working! He felt things tingling, then stirring. He felt his blood pumping into his cock as it rose to its usual erect 14cm (or, as he automatically converted, about 5.5 inches). It rose in little jerks along with his heartbeat, feeling hotter and heavier as it moved. Mike was getting more and more aroused by what was happening in his hand and on the screen and it felt like it was helping drive the spells. He held it in his hand as it grew. When it started, the side of his hand was touching his groin and the head of his penis was just poking a bit out his fist. Within a half-hour his hand was still cradling the shaft but now there was an inch between his hand and his crotch. The shaft was getting thicker and his testes were also growing.

He recalled from his prep work that the average human penis was 14.6cm, about 5.75 inches, and he was already beyond that a little—up to 15.3 centimeters, just over 6 inches according to the ruler he taped on the wand. The thickness had gone up to where his fingers barely met, his testes were nearly the size of a kiwifruit—and everything was still growing. He drank some transmundanely enhanced juice and lay back for a bit, setting the alarm to avoid too much exposure—after all there really can be too much of a good thing!

Mike jerked awake when the alarm exploded near his head. He sat up, groaning, feeling vaguely hung-over. As his vision cleared, he beheld the fruits of his labors—a gorgeously long, thick cock atop two large balls. It was a thing of beauty and power! A few strokes had it rising its majestic head and a bit more stimulation had his ears ringing as it reared up to its full 24.8 centimeters—just under 10″! Whew! No wonder he was a little dizzy... and aroused. Mike was unsure if it was a side effect of the spell or a natural thing, but he was really, really horny! He felt a bit out of control as he jerked himself off and exploded with a wad of cum that flew halfway over the table! A few more thick wads blasted out as Mike shouted in ecstasy.

Jill jerked awake in her car, unsure what happened. Did someone scream? She had been sitting outside Mike’s storage unit for some time now without a solid reason other than curiosity, and must have nodded off. His car was still here, so she did not miss him, but was curious about what may have woken her. She slunk to the door and gently tried the knob, but it was locked as usual, then listened at the door for a bit but only heard the background music he usually played. She slipped back to her car and waited some more.

It did not take long for Mike to emerge. He looked pretty beat and was walking funny. ‘Is he drunk?’ She wondered. She followed as he went straight home and apparently to bed. She went home as well, frustrated over the minor mystery and wanting her friend back.

A new Mike arrived at work the next morning. Well-groomed, humming, happy. He greeted Jill with a big smile and even a hug, which warmed the tired lab worker more than she wanted to admit. It was almost as if the last couple months had never happened. They went out to lunch and talked about news items and TV shows—although Mike admitted he was a bit behind on some of his favorites. Jill was happy to have her friend back, but she also noticed he slipped away to the rest rooms several times during the day.

Near the end of the day, she noticed Mike on his cell phone with a huge smile on his face—and that he left rather quickly after that. Her curiosity up, Jill followed him to the home of a friend of theirs that used to work at the lab as a receptionist, Sue. Jill knew that the two had dated briefly although nothing really came of it and she began dating others soon after. Jill recalled that Sue had dumped her recent boyfriend and wondered if they renewed their relationship, which might explain Mike’s mood.

Jill was about to drive away when she heard Sue shout something. A bit ashamed of herself, she crept up to the windows and saw Sue holding something out of her line of sight, but it was pretty obviously Mike’s penis. Sue seemed to be shocked by, or in awe of at what she was holding and her hands were moving rhythmically as her eyes grew wider and wider. Suddenly, the tip of would have had to have been a long cock was visible to Jill’s angle.

She heard Sue asking about it—it was a lot bigger than she remembered, and Jill almost laughed out loud at Mike’s feeble lie of taking experimental male enhancement products. Jill knew she should leave but she was frozen there. Jill watched as Sue led Mike to what was probably the bedroom, pulling him behind her by what looked like a hose. Jill scrambled to find a new view only to be stymied by the tightly-drawn curtains. She listened for a while as they seemed to make exuberant love before her guilt and arousal drove her back home.

In Sue’s bedroom, Mike was having a great time! Sue was a ‘typically pretty’ dishwater blonde. She had a nice body with a little normal sagging and cellulite, but she was also an enthusiastic lover—more so now that she had a really big toy to play with! When she and Mike dated the first time, their sex was good, nothing special. Now, Sue felt like he was shoving a baseball bat between her legs and it was touching every her every nerve! Her hips vaguely ached as they wrapped around him and she already knew she would be walking funny in the morning... but it was so worth it as she happily cried out in another orgasm.

The next few months were interesting around the lab. Mike was slowly changing. His skin was becoming more tan and blemish-free, his hair was going from a grey-brown mess to a more youthful medium brown and was well-cut. His eyes went from a dull brownish to an attractive and arresting green. He was also filling out—his lanky frame was becoming more muscular and Jill would see what looked like cut muscles on occasions when his shirt was pulled tight. The most arousing change, in Jill’s mind, was that he began to smell wonderful—manly, musky, spicy. Just being near him for a bit would cause Jill to get tingly and moist.

Mike dropped causal comments that theoretically explained everything. Contacts, a new cologne and hair styling, working out and taking steroid-like supplements, and so on could explain most of the changes she saw. (Not the penis growth, but he did not know she knew anything about that.) None of his glib explanations quite rang true for her and just roused her suspicions further. The thing that caught her attention was the gap in his front teeth that was slowly growing closed. If he had been wearing braces, or it happened suddenly, she would be able to dismiss it, but she did not know of any natural process that would explain the tooth gap. She could not quite bring herself to ask and had a sense he would lie about it anyway.

Mike was often working well into the night making potions, checking notes and formulas, and carefully documenting everything. None of the spells was particularly difficult, but he had learned that interactions between spells could cause serious complications. He was mostly following well-established procedures but there was always a risk. The spell to change his vision and eye color was almost trivially simple, while the one that was changing his upper jaw to close the gap in his teeth was complicated enough he almost skipped it.

The arousal he almost always felt lately was a complication he still had not pinned down the cause of. He was glad Sue was willing to see him a few times a week, yet he still felt a need to add a couple other ‘friends with benefits’ as well just to blow off steam. He sometimes hated himself for using them just for sex, but none of them had any illusions it was anything deeper and they certainly seemed perfectly willing to just be booty calls. At least he always left them with big smiles on their faces—especially as he gained practice and confidence (a video tutorial on cunnilingus helped as well.)

Jill had been living a secret life of her own these last few months. When she was not charting his activity patterns (and increasingly frequent visits to various women), she was learning how to pick locks—specifically the locks on his locker and home. Something was going on, something he did not want to talk about but she was morbidly curious about.

Finally, she was able to put her own plan in place. She took a sick day and slipped into his storage locker. She was stunned by what she saw, but followed her plan and just took lots of pictures as she looked for a computer or journals or other evidence. Finding nothing in writing at the locker, she hit his home. She soon had his laptop copied to a portable drive. She smiled at the irony of his using the same password at home he did at work since the crappy IT they had forced them to share passwords to help collaborate on projects. He obviously never thought that SHE would be who he needed protection from!

It did not take Jill long to learn everything she needed to know thanks to Mike’s excellent documentation—even about Mike’s recent round of self-experimentation to enhance himself physically and mentally. If his notes were right, he had even boosted his own IQ by about 15%, and now that she thought about it, it showed in his work and subtle speech patterns. She also noted that his physical changes were about done although she noticed that his first project had indeed been his penis. She gasped and grew very damp at the revelation of how big it really was now (according to his journal, it had stopped at 28cm, or about 10.3 inches long).

It took another month of watching Mike change before Jill decided that two could play at that game. She crafted herself a body based on one of her deepest fantasies—the tall, lithe, busty, exotic Catwoman from the comic books. It was simple enough to determine the spells and ingredients needed from Mike’s notes, and a couple more clandestine trips to his labs helped her obtain the few things she could not get elsewhere. Before long, she had her own buried wands, pots of gently bubbling potions, and other needed supplies.

The one big issue she most agonized over was the time-line. Mike used a 6-month process—a balance of slow, to allow the tissues to generate more naturally while minimizing suspicion, and fast enough to appreciate the differences and not have to wait forever. She decided on a slightly shorter 4-month time-line, figuring she could always quit and live off her savings and investments for a while when she began to change too much, then find a new and hopefully more exciting job afterwards.

Finally everything was set—a long weekend to get things started, a vacation slotted for a few weeks from now before her changes were too apparent, and several sets of plans to cover various contingencies. She took the potions—focusing on hair and skin to start, and started sleeping with the wand. She immediately noticed wildly erotic dreams, but that may be more due to her wound up psyche than the spells. Her skin cleared up some and she felt tingly all over, but by the end of the weekend there were no obvious changes. Her own workdays became happier and filled with humming and plentiful bathroom breaks of her own. Mike seemed happy for her and they spent more social time together than they had in a while. Things were going great in Jill’s mind!