The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dave may have been the only man in the country to be dreading the storm. Most other men were getting ready for the night, already bragging about how many they would get, how they would get them, and how many they would give them.

Dave did not join in on their revelry. The storm had caused him to hurt someone he truly cared about. He tried to push down the memory, but it resurfaced vividly in his mind.

The storms had come for the past two years now. The first had caught the country by surprise. No one was sure why women suddenly changed so rapidly or why some women were more impacted than others. No one knew what to do as women took to the streets, becoming predators of unsuspecting men.

During the first storm, he had been alone at his house, watching a TV show on a famous criminal court case. A beer in hand, lazing on the couch, it was a typical evening for him. As a landscape architect, Dave was often exhausted after work. He spent all day outside, directing crews on how to sculpt the lawns and gardens of the richest people in the city. Often, he’d have to get his hands dirty to show his crew how to do things correctly.

As a result, Dave was a muscular man. Not overly so, but years of lifting heavy plants and rocks had given him solid arms and an impressive back and chest. When he wore a shirt, a woman could see his back muscles gently rippling as he walked. Many women hit on him, but Dave was unfortunately not a player when it came to women. Really, he was socially awkward around everyone. His twin sister always teased him about it. She was constantly trying to set him up with women that she worked with. He always declined the blind dates she threw his way. It just gave him too much social anxiety.

It had been a little past midnight when things started to get weird. The first sign of something amiss was the loud moaning and crashing that was happening next door. His portly neighbor never had a woman over, so it was odd to Dave that he was suddenly having such loud, passionate sex.

“Maybe he finally caved and hired a hooker,” Dave mumbled, irritated by the shaking wall.

A car horn started blaring outside, cutting the night into two with its thundering alarm.

“Now what?!” Dave growled, making his way to his window.

He was on the 4th floor of an apartment in the center of the city. It wasn’t the nicest place, but it was in a good location for his commute. Dave pulled back his curtains and peered outside.

A man, probably not much older than 19, had a short, chubby woman bent over a car. She was probably in her early thirties. Dave’s eyes grew wide as he noticed her shirt. It was pushed up all the way to her chin. Her sizeable boobs were bunched up underneath her, elevating her torso off the hood of the car.

At first Dave was concerned that he was witnessing a rape. Who had sex in the middle of the street like that?

But then he saw her face, screwed up in pleasure. Even with the car alarm blaring, he could still hear her cries of ecstasy.

“More! MORE!” She screamed shrilly, reaching a hand behind her to grab onto the man’s ass. The chubby woman seemed to back up against his thrusts desperately, her fleshy ass jiggled as he pounded into her.

Dave blushed, embarrassed about what he just witnessed. What the hell was wrong with some people? Couldn’t they have waited until they had gotten home to fuck like rabbits?

More moans sounded through the vents of his apartment. This time it seemed to be coming from below him.

“I can’t believe it!” Dave said in amazed anger.

Couldn’t he just have one night of relaxation? He probably wouldn’t get any sleep tonight either.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Hesitantly, he crept forward, putting his eye to the peep hole. Dave’s mouth fell open in amazement. It was Yasna! His neighbor from down the hall.

She stood there, her beautiful, creamy brown skin gleaming with sweat. He could see her heavy breasts heaving in her crop top. Even from the peep-hole, Dave could see the valley of her cleavage. It looked endless, the deep crevasse of her tits extending at least 8 inches down. Her beautiful, toned stomach rose up and down, as if she was in a panic.

Yasna had never really paid him much attention, even though they had lived in the same building together for the last four years. She would nod to him… some days…but mostly ignored him as they passed in the hall. Her hair was long and silky with gentle curls. It hung almost to her waist and moved like a cascading waterfall when she walked.

Yasna had an hourglass shape that accentuated her large breasts and wide hips. Her walk naturally made her ass sashay back and forward, highlighting the slight shelf it made. She reminded Dave of Princess Jasmine from Aladdin, though much curvier.

Dave had had a crush on her since the first day he had seen her in the elevator. He knew he’d never have a chance with her. Not because he was bad looking but because he was too socially awkward to make the first move. She didn’t seem too interested in him anyway. He didn’t even know if she had a boyfriend.

Worried that she was in trouble, Dave threw open the door.

“Yasna, are you OK? I…” He trailed off as he saw the look in her beautiful, amber eyes.

It wasn’t panic or fear. It was lust. Peer, unadulterated lust.

He took a step back in shock. Dave had never seen that look on a woman before. Not even in porn. It was almost supernatural. Both terrifying and arousing.

With a purr that was almost a growl, Yasna pushed her way into his apartment and wrapped her arms around Dave. He could feel the swell of her soft breasts against his chest. She put one leg behind his, using him as leverage to grind herself against his crotch.

“What the hell are you doing? Yasna, I don’t think we…”

The scent hit him. At first, he was only able to smell her sweat. But quickly, another scent was coming through. It was like cherries, or maybe strawberries, mixed with something else he couldn’t quite place. It rushed up his nasal cavity and impaled itself into his brain. His words died in his throat, then were reborn as a growl.

He ripped off his shirt, letting it fall in tatters to the floor. His chest fell and rose as his breath became short and rapid. Dave eyed her hungrily, not seeing Yasna anymore but a piece of ass to serve his own needs.

She mewled in desperation, removing her arms from his waist for a moment to take off her own shirt. Her creamy breasts were nestled in a white, lace, push-up bra. They looked like two small melons. They were at least G-cups, not that Dave cared much.

Dave reached behind her, snatching the bra clasp. He tore it away from her body, not caring about the pain she probably felt. Her tits broke free, bouncing tantalizingly in front of his eyes. Her nipples were surprisingly small compared to the size of her breasts. They were erect, waiting to be sucked.

He placed his hand on top of her head and pushed downward. Eagerly, she got to her knees. With quick, nimble fingers, she freed his cock from his pants. It sprang from the confines of his jeans and nearly hit her in the face. It was larger than Dave had ever seen. At least 9 inches. It was thicker too. Veins on his shaft bulged and his balls hung heavy, aching with the need of release.

Yasna licked her lips and wrapped her mouth around his shaft. Instant warmth surrounded his member. Warm, wet, perfect. He began to fuck his tool in and out of her mouth, not caring that she began to gag. Hey eyes watered, but she showed no signs of wanting to stop. Not that Dave would have cared otherwise.

She looked up at him in hunger. Dave had never seen anything so sexy. His pre-cum made her lips glisten like a coat of messy lip gloss. She swirled her tongue around his member, eliciting a groan from his lips.

With little fanfare, he removed his cock from her mouth. Crouching slightly, he instead moved his cock to rest between her breasts. Without skipping a beat, Yasna shoved her creamy breasts together and enveloped his cock. He moved his cock back and forward, the head of his member peeking out from the impressive valley of Yasna’s cleavage. Yasna gave his head little licks and kisses as it rose out of the chasm of her breasts.

Dave would have never imagined this happening to him. But at the same time it wasn’t. Dave wasn’t here anymore. Some other, more primal version of himself had taken over. And the new version of Dave knew exactly what he wanted.

Grunting, Dave lifted Yasna up with ease and threw her on the couch. She groaned in need, quickly undoing the buttons of her jeans and pushing her pants and lacey white panties to her ankles. Dave was pleased to see that she was dripping wet. White, milky lubrication hung across her pussy like thick spiderwebs. A small triangle of pubic hair seemed to point to where Dave’s cock should go. Not that he needed any help.

Spreading her legs, Dave entered her, crushing his pelvis against her sex. He felt the head of his cock bump up against her cervix. Yasna clenched down on his member, massaging it with the walls of her pussy. A cry of passion escaped her lips. It went unnoticed as it mixed with similar cries all around the apartment complex.

Dave sawed in and out of Yasna, growling with pleasure as she continued to milk his cock with reckless abandon. This was the best sex that Dave had ever experienced. And the most dangerous. There was nothing in between Yasna’s ripe womb and Dave’s gun, loaded with semen, that was about to go off inside of her. But Yasna and Dave weren’t worried about those things. They were welcoming it with open arms.

Now, the normal Dave would have tried his best to make sure that the sex lasted a long time. He would have tried to make sure that Yasna would get her climax as well before he did. But this new Dave had a job to do and could care less about the social frivolities of sex. You saw, you came, you conquered. Literally.

Dave hurried his thrusts, feeling the semen in his balls churning. Yasna could sense the impending climax.

“Do it! Give it to me! Give it to ME!” She screamed, locking her legs around his waist. She pulled him tighter against her, grinding her groan against his member.

Dave did not have to be told twice. With a roar, he shoved his cock as deep inside of Yasna as he could. He felt the head of his member hit her cervix. His face grew hot and his legs locked up as he spasmed. Thick ropes of semen exploded from his cock, coating her womb in cum.

This triggered Yasna’s own climax. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned in pure bliss. Her legs shook and her pussy trembled, milking his cock for even more semen. She squirted, soaking the couch with her juices. Cum spilled out from around Dave’s cock, Yasna’s pussy too full to hold it all. He kept his cock inside her, trying to plug her opening as best he could.

Sighing contentedly, Yasna grabbed a pillow from the couch. Raising her butt slightly, she pushed the pillow underneath her. The elevation caused the semen to flow into her womb at a faster rate.

Rain slammed against the window and the wind shook the glass panes loudly. Lightning flashed and illuminated the room, making their naked, sweaty bodies glow in a heavenly light for a brief moment. The room was plunged into darkness again, a clap of thunder making the walls shudder with its resonance.

Dave collapsed on top of Yasna. She didn’t seem to mind. She wrapped her arms around him, seeming to hold him in place. His cock slowly became limp inside of her. Cum leaked steadily from her pussy, mixing with the other juices on the couch.

Unfortunately, Yasna was the first to wake up.

She screamed in terror, pushing him off of her. Her arm flew to cover her chest as she stood up, looking around the room for her clothes. In horror, she reached down with her free hand, scooping up a dollop of sperm that rested at the opening of her pussy.

Waking with a jolt, Dave stuttered, not being able to find the words.

What had happened last night? Had he done something wrong? She was the one who came knocking on my door and then jumped me.

Yasna gathered up her clothes and rushed to the door. She would later call the police and claim that she had been drugged by him and raped. Her memory was foggy. She thought that maybe he had roofied her somehow.

To her shock, the police denied her allegation. Calls from all over the city, all over the country, had come in with women claiming the same thing. This wasn’t a date-rape scenario. This was some sort of weird natural phenomenon.

The news burst to life in the morning, speculating on what had occurred. Bioweapons from terrorists? Aliens? Nuclear radiation in the water supply? An act of God? No one had an answer, but it was clear that the world had changed…and would never be the same.

Dave still felt terrible about what had happened. He didn’t mean to scare her like that. He felt ashamed that the memory was so clear, so wonderful, in his mind. But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t have control of himself and neither did she.

She, like millions of other women in the country, would discover in a few weeks that all forms of contraceptive would fail them. The pill, IUD’s, Plan B…even women who gotten their tubes tied were somehow suddenly pregnant.

Not only that, but women were also more fertile than ever before. There was a 45% chance of having twins, 35% chance of having a single baby, a 15% chance for triplets, and a 5% chance that women would carry more than three babies.

One woman, fresh out of high school in Ohio, had fallen pregnant with quintuplets. However, she was soon narrowly beaten by a 35-year-old teacher from Kentucky that had been knocked up with sextuplets. News like this, however shocking, fell on deaf ears as women and men dealt with the sudden and rapid change their lives had overtaken.

Yasna disappeared for almost 6 months after the night of the storm. Dave wondered about her every day, hoping that she was OK. Hoping, though foolishly, that she somehow didn’t end up pregnant.

It was on a snowy day in November that Dave finally saw her…though it was hard to recognize her. He was at the grocery store, filling his weekly shopping list. The store was filled with pregnant women, some waddling miserably as they pushed their carts around the store.

The small percentage of women who somehow avoided the storm’s effects looked at these women with pity. Many had worried looks on their faces. They seemed to say, “If something like this could happen once, it could happen again. And if it did, would I be lucky enough to make it out unchanged? “

Other women seemed overjoyed to be pregnant. They wore tight shirts to accentuate their growing bellies. Low cut tops showcased boobs that were beginning to swell with milk. Several women had done away with maternity wear, letting their bellies peak out of shirts and their boobs overflow from their bras. They glowed with a sexual energy, drawing stares from men.

It was another weird side effect from the storm. Some women’s attitude completely changed. They became obsessed with motherhood. They quit their jobs, wanting to stay home and take care of the household and their men. They were fixated on the idea that they needed to have as many children as possible. The storm became their new religion. They praised it for how it had changed their lives for the better.

Dave saw her, his mouth falling open in shock. Yasna’s belly was HUGE. It looked like she was going to go into labor any second. Her belly hung heavily off her small frame, like an exercise ball that had been glued onto her abdomen. She wore one of her old crop tops, though it looked more like a sports bra now. Yasna’s already sizable chest had gained at least three cup sizes. Dave could clearly see the outline of her areolas through the fabric. They looked like saucer plates. Huge, dark and textured with small bumps. Her hips had gotten wider to accommodate her new belly. She waddled, but still somehow made her hips sway back and forward as she pushed her cart through the aisle.

She saw him and froze. Her beautiful amber eyes went wide. Yasna’s face went through a wide array of faces. It twisted from shock, to fear, and then to anger.

“And maybe a look of wanton lust?” Dave mused, not sure if that was true or just wishful thinking.

He couldn’t help but feel excited for seeing her. She was still the only woman he had ever had a long-term crush on. And even in her massive pregnant state, Dave’s eyes drank her in hungerly. Yasna’s increased features only made his member stir, rustling uncomfortably in his jeans. The mere fact that he was the one that turned this once exotic beauty into a fertility goddess was enough to make him almost cum in his pants.

He waved shyly. “Hey, Yasna.”

She rolled her eyes.

God she was beautiful.

“Look…I’m sorry about what happened. It’s just…”

She cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“It’s not your fault. Or mine. It was this fucking storm. Still doesn’t change the facts though…”

She sighed, rubbing her belly ruefully.

“How…how many?” Dave stammered.

“3,” Yasna said dryly.

Dave gulped, his face going pale as the blood simultaneously went to his member.

“Triplets?!”

She nodded gravely.

“And the worst thing is, I still don’t want to be a mother. The storm didn’t change my brain chemistry like some of these other bimbos here.” She gestured at a woman pushing a stroller with twin babies inside.

The mother wore a bright blue dress with little white spots. It was synched at the waist, showing off the woman’s enhanced curves. The dress presented a valley of cleavage for the world to see. Two small damp spots were visible on her chest. Her lips were painted a bright red and her blonde hair was pushed back by a bright blue headband. She giggled and cooed over her babies, swaying her hips seductively as she pushed the stroller.

Yasna grimaced. “I’m about to pop out three babies that I don’t want. Plus, the storm is coming back in a couple months. By that point, I’ll be able to get pregnant again. Who knows if this time I’ll be changed for good into a brainless baby factory. I hope so. It’s the only thing left that can make me happy about my current situation.”

Dave winced at her situation. He didn’t even think about all the women who didn’t want kids and yet were stuck with them. He knew deep down that he needed to take some responsibility for what had happened. He still had feelings for Yasna and didn’t want to see her suffer.

“This is going to sound crazy,” Dave said hesitantly, “but I have an idea.”

Yasna cocked an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. The action caused her titanic breasts to surge forward. Dave’s member twitched in excitement.

“During the next storm, stay with me. We’ll get away from the city. My folks left our family cabin in their will. We can go up there with you, me, and… the babies,” Dave trailed off, gesturing at Yasna’s enormous belly.

“That way, if things go crazy, at least you would be with the father of your first children. And if you changed…I could take care of you.”

Yasna sighed. “Fine. I guess it’s better I get knocked up by you again than by some random asshole.”

Dave’s cock surged at that, replaying the night where he had knocked her up the first time. He couldn’t help but feel excited about the opportunity of getting Yasna pregnant again. But no. He had to remind himself that this wasn’t about sex: it was about doing what was right for Yasna and their kids.

They exchanged information and Dave helped her to her car with her groceries.

“I guess chivalry isn’t dead,” Yasna said with a coy smile.

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek from her driver’s side window. Her seat was all the way back, yet her belly still nested against the steering wheel.

“’Till next time.” She rolled up her window and drove away.