The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Someone was stroking the side of my face. Another hand was on my chest, another on my stomach, my legs, my arms. Hands were touching and stroking me. None of it was sexual. In fact, I was still wearing my shirt and shorts. I opened my eyes and looked around.

Renée was curled up to my right. She was stroking my cheek while watching my face. I looked into her eyes and felt her pain. She wasn’t physically hurt, but she hurt all the same. It was that gut wrenching feeling of losing a friend or a beloved pet. The feeling that something horrible had happened in your life and there might be nothing you can do to fix it. I understood that pain because I felt it myself.

Erin, Nadia, Tabitha, Chloe and Yvonne were piled on my bed with us. They were gathered to hold me, to help me through my plight. None of them looked hurt like Renée, just concerned. Through our touch though, I could feel relief spreading through them like a cooling wind.

I turned back to Renée and held her gaze. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that,” I said softly.

Her eyes brimmed with tears. “It’s my fault. I had no right to be jealous of Yvonne.”

I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. “No, you and the others have all the right to be jealous. It’s not your fault...”

“It’s not yours either Ral,” Yvonne interrupted. It was like she had been waiting for me to say something about it. “You showed me earlier how you have had no control over what’s happening. No one is to blame here.” The others were nodding in agreement.

I nodded too. There wasn’t really anything else to say. We all knew the situation and it was stressful enough without bickering or any one of us trying to take the blame.

I looked at each of the girls gathered, making sure to have full eye contact. “Thank you. All of you.” I sat up and they moved around to curl near me. It reminded me of something and I looked up to the mural. It was an abstract that, to me, looked like a bunch of tigers piled together.

“Did you see something like this when you bought the mural?” I asked Nadia.

She smiled. Maybe she had.

I only had one more question. “So how did we end up in the bedroom?”

Erin looked up, “You were balled up so tight we couldn’t get you up, so we all worked together to bring you in here.”

“You were crying and apologizing...” Tabitha started.

“Apologizing for what’s going on.” Chloe finished.

“We said we’d take care of you if you took care of us.” Nadia said.

I looked to Yvonne who had let the others explain. She smiled gently and nodded. Our contact let me know that she agreed to help too.

Then I looked back to where Renée still lay. She hadn’t tightened in with the rest. I think she was worried about how I saw her. She had been the first to show jealousy. I wondered why for a moment and noticed her curling up tighter while watching me. My expression must have been disheartening, but it wasn’t meant to be.

I reached out to her. “Come here. Join us.”

She hesitated, looking at my hand.

“If you don’t come over here, we’ll come over there,” I threatened with a slight smile.

She caught the inflection and took my hand. Once she was curled in with the rest of us, everything felt better. It didn’t matter that she had been jealous or that I had been upset. It was already forgiven and the emotions forgotten.

“I have an idea about why it was you that reacted like that,” I said looking down at Renée.

She looked up, her smile fading. “Why?”

“You have your own genetic gifts and they may be at odds with what you feel for me.”

Her brow furrowed. “That can’t be. My gifts don’t affect me emotionally.”

“What if your gifts not only make you a perfect lover physically, but make you believe it? You’ve always had the ability to choose to remain in your previous relationships. You could leave for any reason. Now you don’t want to leave, but...”

Erin piped up. “But if she believes she’s your perfect lover, why would you need all of us?”

“Exactly.” I turned back to Renée. “You didn’t have any problems with me being with the others, but when I altered Yvonne, your perfection would be questioned. Especially if I had others that I might have considered perfect. Jealousy always shows up when someone believes their relationship is threatened. In your case, it wasn’t the relationship you were worried about, it was your perfection compared to the others.”

I looked up at the others. “I’m not meaning any disrespect. This is just how I believe her gifts are affecting her.”

The others all shook their heads. “No, it’s okay. It actually makes sense,” Erin said.

I’m glad it did to someone, I wasn’t sure I could repeat it if necessary.

“It’s nice knowing why I got upset, but that won’t mean I won’t get... well, find another reason to be upset,” Renée responded.

To me it sounded like she was trying to avoid the J word. I let it go. If she didn’t want to say it I wasn’t going to make her. However, her response was a good point. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling that way. Just don’t let it overwhelm you. Talk to us. Talk to someone. Let us know how you’re feeling and why.”

“That would go for you too, Ral.” Tabitha said.

I nodded. “I know. Don’t say suggest one thing and then do the opposite. I’ll try not to.”

“Me too,” Renée whispered.

I crushed her to my side. “Good. We can help each other.”

“So what was the deal with Yvonne?” Erin asked.

“What do you mean exactly?” I asked in return.

“Well...” she looked a bit sheepish, “...I was curious if you could do that with any of us.” She finally looked into my eyes.

I looked around. Tabitha, Chloe and Nadia all seemed to wonder the same thing. I looked at Renée but she seemed lost in thought. I touched her cheek and she looked up. She had heard what Erin said, but she had been trying to avoid my gaze. There were mixed feelings between us about that issue.

“I don’t think making changes to any of you would be a good idea until I either have better control.”

“How do you expect to have better control, or even know your control is better if you don’t try?” Tabitha asked.

That was a good question. “Then maybe I shouldn’t use it at all.” I looked at Yvonne and how the borrowed tank top stretched to hold her increased bust. “Well, I could use it to try and give Yvonne her figure back.”

She looked down at her chest and then hugged it with both arms. “No! If you change me back then I won’t have the figure you prefer.” She looked at Nadia, Erin and Renée to point out her meaning.

The others chuckled. I didn’t think it was that funny. “I only suggested it Yvonne because You didn’t have any say when it happened.”

She lowered her arms and pointed her abundance right at me. “Can you honestly say you do not like this?”

“Honestly?” I couldn’t help but drop my eyes to the points growing under her taut shirt. After shaking myself out of her glamour I answered, “No, I can’t say that I don’t like it. But it was wrong of me to make the changes without at least your permission.”

“Do you hear me complaining? I mean, it hasn’t happened since I came to America, but I have been dumped for more endowed women.”

I looked away. The thought of breaking up with the girl I was with just so I could be with another with more impressive endowments seemed so wrong. As if I could actively do such a thing. Without my Charm, I wouldn’t have met even half the girls who continued to want my attention. Without my Charm, I might not have met any of them except maybe Renée.

I looked at Yvonne again. “That won’t happen with me.” My voice was surprisingly steady considering how bad I felt for wanting all of them.

Renée gave me a light nudge to the back. “It better not.” She had the tone of a threat but her slight smile told me that it wasn’t as dire as it sounded.

“Why would he?” Chloe asked. “I mean, if he wants bigger boobs, all he has to do is change us like he did Yvonne.”

Nadia looked up. “Remember our dream from the other night? When it was just you, Renée, Erin and me?”

I remembered the dream. Not only did I squeal on myself about my preferences, but all three had begged me to make them what I wanted.

“What happened?” Tabitha asked.

Erin grinned wide. “Oh, he has the same ability in our shared dreams, but he has very good control.”

Tabitha looked at the three of them. “But the changes didn’t stay? Are they temporary?”

“No. We woke up with the same bodies we fell to sleep with. We were only affected in the dream.” Nadia answered. “Honestly though, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

“Ooo, me too,” Chloe chimed in excitedly.

I held up my hands to ward off the looks that were turning to something I might not be able to compromise with. “Ladies, that’s a dream effect. It’s fun for the dreams because we can’t hurt each other in the dream. If all of you were that stacked in real life...” I blinked and could envision each of them sitting there, barely able to cover the massive pillows jutting from their chests. “No! I can’t do that. Talking about overwhelming.”

Renée sat up and pressed herself to my back. “Besides, if you really wanted that, my body would comply.” She gave me a kiss on my cheek.

“True,” I agreed. “Besides, I doubt I could make any changes to your body. I mean what could I possibly improve?”

“Mmm, thank you.” It earned me another kiss.

“So, I take it you’re feeling better?” I asked her.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I still want a change,” Erin said with some emotion.

I looked at her and she didn’t back down. “What?” I asked simply. “What could I give you that we wouldn’t be able to use the program for?”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, I’d like to be a natural red-head.”

I looked to Nadia who had the same expression of incredulity that I felt.

“You are a red-head, Erin,” Renée said from over my shoulder.

Erin’s face split into a wide grin. “No. No, I am not. I’ve been bottled since I was sixteen.”

Tabitha didn’t say anything she just sat up on her knees and started looking closer at Erin’s hair. Her roots to be specific.

“You’ve been using dyes since you were sixteen?” Nadia asked. “Can you imagine what that would do to your hair?”

“Apparently make everyone believe that it’s red,” I said softly.

“So what color are you?” Chloe asked.

“Brown,” Erin answered.

“What’s wrong with brown?” Tabitha asked as she sat down.

“Nothing. I’ve just always wanted to be a red. That’s all.”

“And now, you may get your wish...” I concluded for her.

She gave me a curt nod that said she expected just that. “Think about it. The changes you made for Yvonne can be performed with surgery. Modern medicine has adopted procedures to correct vision, sculpt a persons body, and help with certain other problems. But, there has never been a medical solution for altering the natural color of someone’s hair.”

Erin had another good point. If I didn’t change her using either the program or my natural ability, then she would probably continue to use hair dye to maintain her look. “Okay. Let me get the laptop and we can make the change.”

“Ral, wait,” Renée said with her hand on my shoulder. “Unless you plan on spending the next hour on Erin’s hair, I would suggest using your gift instead.”

“Okay, why’s that?”

“Well, when I did my make over, it took a while to get the hair color I wanted.”

I thought about that. If a single body portion had fifty plus properties, how many would hair have? Considering a person could have between one hundred and one hundred and fifty thousand hairs just on the scalp, the program would probably have some complex color scheme that would allow for the variations in the color alone. It would account for the unique hair coloring on so many different people.

I looked at Erin and realized that the dye made all of her hair one color. It never dawned on me that she was bottled, but then what did I have to compare her to? The look in her eyes was anxious. Then her smile grew as she figured out that I was seriously considering the change.

“Okay, I’ll try,” I said to her and then turned to the others. “But I’m not going to make a habit of changing just anything. Any changes are going to be for benefits. This isn’t like changing your clothes.”

I got nods but Chloe looked a touch disappointed.

Erin turned around and laid back, putting her head in my lap. She looked up with a wide grin. “Just take a little off at the edges and give me some wave, please.”

“Last night you were upset because you felt like you had been betrayed and were being controlled again. Why are you so accepting of this?”

She smiled. It was beautiful, even up-side-down. “Because your not trying to control me. Besides, we all go to beauty salons. This one just has a much cuter guy working.”

I shook my head. There was a difference between controlling them and giving them what they wanted. I was the one who seemed to have a problem with it.

Not really sure how I had made the changes to Yvonne, I laid my hands on Erin’s head. She closed her eyes like she was going to take a nap. Looking down at her peaceful face, I knew I would give her what she wanted. I couldn’t not give it to her. Running my fingers through her hair, I thought about the color, a rich red that didn’t have much for highlights, but still shone from the ambient sunlight. I thought about how she looked when we first met and how she wore her hair when we had dinner later that same day. The different light sources gave her slight variations just like it would anyone, but she had always been a dark Red.

I couldn’t imagine her with any other color, and with that thought I felt the warmth flowing into my hands. Yes, I wanted my red-head. Erin would be a natural red and not just on her scalp. The warm liquid sensation passed through to her scalp and she gave a hearty sigh. I could still feel it flowing and I felt her move.

Looking up along her body, Erin’s hips wiggled until the warmth passed.

“Wow!” moaned Erin.

“What was that?” Chloe asked.

Erin had a hungry look in her eyes. “What did you do?”

“I... I uh... made you a red-head...?”

She sat up with a languid move that I recognized from the two nights of fun we’d had. “I felt a warming sensation in my scalp. It felt good. Then it flowed down my skin to just above me... and it felt really good.”

I thought about what she said and what I wanted for her. I wanted her to be a natural red-head so she would grow red hair. Then it dawned on me. “Wait...” I let my eyes drift down to her shorts and back up again. “I may have changed more than your scalp.”

The look in her eyes didn’t change, but a smile added to her allure. She didn’t bother leaving or getting off the bed. She got up on her knees and dropped her shorts quickly. Just above her glistening snatch was a small patch of dark red hair to match the hair on her head. It looked neatly trimmed and just thick enough to notice but not enough to be an issue.

The others looked and Nadia ran her hand over Erin’s mound. “Wow, that’s soft.” Her comment inspired the others to find out and Erin was soon glowing with attention.

After Renée pulled back she said, “I doubt you could have done that well using the program.”

The others nodded either in agreement to Renée’s statement or Nadia’s. It didn’t matter, not really. I still wouldn’t use that ability. At least, not very often.

Erin reached out and took my hand. She pulled me to up and cupped herself with my palm. “This is what you gave me. Not only do I like it but it felt so good, just like feeling you touch me.”

I couldn’t help but feel her. The pubs were soft, like down feathers, and she was wet. Touching her so directly and knowing how turned on she got just from the change, or probably from the feel of the change, I was beginning to fill up. With the six of them there together, I would have been trapped.

Fortunately, I was saved by whoever chose that moment to knock on the front door.

I looked toward the bedroom door in response but still had Erin in my hand. I looked up at her eyes, “I should answer that.” I leaned in and gave her soppy lips a lingering kiss and then ran my chin through her new mound. She smiled down at me and I knew she would want to do that more later.

I made sure Erin saw me licking her fluids from my fingers as I got off the bed and walked toward the door. She smiled back and pulled up her shorts.

I opened the door and Jeri was standing there. She was wearing a white dress. It started with narrow straps that met the cups at the tops of her breasts. The cups were shaped to help her breasts stand out and proud much like Nadia’s beige top did. Only the cups were held together loosely by a threaded and tied string that closed the dress at the bottom of her breasts and down to about her navel. The seams of the dress followed her figure and amplified the vision of her curves. The whole thing fluttered about her thighs where I could tell her white stockings started. Her feet were adorned with a pair of bubblegum pink high heeled shoes. I looked back up and realized the rest of the out fit was white. Then I saw a choker she wore, bubblegum pink to match the shoes. It was another Victoria’s Secret dress displayed on her delicious body.

After shaking off the affect of looking her over before inviting her in, I finally got my foot out of my mouth. “Come in. Come in, Jeri. I’m so sorry.”

She stepped in and I noticed the way she had her hair half up in a loose bun. Her neck was exposed elegantly. She smiled and I felt good all over. “If everyone that looked at me the way you just did apologized, I’d never have a full conversation.” Jeri knew the affect she had on people. It was part of her job. That sobered me up. There was also the fact that I had started my visual trek at her breasts and worked my way down. I had to get a grip.

“No, Jeri. You shouldn’t have to hear me apologize because you already put up with looks like that at work. This isn’t work. Here you have the right to not feel like a living mannequin everyone ogles.” The smile on her face softened and I could see the mask slip. She wore it so much at work she apparently forgot that she could take it off and be herself. I was interested in finding out who that was.

I held out my hand. “Let’s try again. Hi, Jeri. Welcome to my apartment.”