The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

On the Friday morning it didn’t take long for word to start circulating around the office about the change in Kelly’s demeanour and appearance. Apparently she seemed more confident, more cheerful, and was making an effort at dressing to impress.

Most of the male staff found this amusing or ridiculous or both. Even if she had abandoned the saggy, dowdy look, she was still Kelly the Belly, and the new spring in her step inspired derisory quips about the risk of her causing earth tremors that could flatten the district.

Ms Maryse’s instructions gave Jacob no option of joining in with the bad-mouthing, but he was so ashamed of his nocturnal fantasies that he would have kept a low profile anyway.

Amelia stopped off by his desk for a quick word on her way to the kitchenette.

“All right, maybe you are genuine. Maybe. But if you’re building her up just to knock her down again, I will make you suffer.”

She also dropped off a post-it. Kelly wanted another date, the following week. And Jacob found that he still had no choice but to do what Kelly wanted, so he booked a table at the other restaurant she’d mentioned.

Kelly’s neckline was fractionally more daring on the second date. To his well-concealed chagrin, Jacob appreciated her wardrobe choice, not just because of the better view it provided, but also because it indicated a degree of shrewdness. Having registered his interest, she was capitalising on her assets, and while he remained opposed to the outcome for which she was angling, he couldn’t help but be impressed at the way she went about trying to achieve her goal. He knew at least one person in Marketing who’d never showed that much initiative.

That wasn’t the only field in which she had some smarts, either. As before, comedy was a prominent topic of conversation during the meal, and Kelly made several insightful observations about some of her favourite gags and sketches, analysing the humour in a way that enhanced it rather than killing the jokes.

When she laughed, she didn’t hold back. Jacob knew she must be drawing attention as she set the glassware tinkling with her hearty chortling, and squirmed at the core of his being to think of the restaurant’s other patrons looking their way. But laughter was infectious, shared amusement more enjoyable than solitary. More and more often he just had to join in.

She was fun to be with. But she was overweight. Which meant she had massive, sexy, natural tits. And a massive, non-sexy gut. She was smart. But not smart enough to do something about her weight. Jacob’s feelings about her ping-ponged back and forth all evening.

Afterwards, as Jacob parked close to Kelly’s place, she didn’t have to say anything.

The compulsion to be nice to her forced him to speak. “I know. You’re still not certain.” Thank god. “But when I talked about ‘next time’… it didn’t have to be that specific. You can take all the time you need.” Take until the end of time, and longer. “I can wait until you’re ready. If that day comes.” Please, please let it not. “And if it doesn’t, that’s all right too.” That would be best.

She blinked. Then, pursing her lips, she leaned in towards him. His lips met hers for a second or two. The revulsion and arousal battling within him both increased in intensity.

Once she was behind her front door, he sped home to stroke himself. Briefly he tried to focus on a few favourite images from his photo collection, but soon he succumbed to the inevitable, and came hard to the memory of Kerry’s heaving bosom.

More (and more frequent) dates followed. Likewise follow-up sessions of masturbation while Jacob imagined himself fucking or sucking or squeezing or fondling Kelly’s breasts. Before long he gave up even trying to think about other women first: it was the mental image of her that never failed to get him off.

But it wasn’t just that those incredible tits turned him on: not any more. Loath as he was to admit it to himself, he liked Kelly. He was almost (shudder) fond of her. He would see a funny video on the internet and want to share it with her, to watch her laughing at it, her boobs quaking delightfully with every guffaw.

Her gradual transformation at the office also continued. Somehow his involvement with her remained known only to the two of them and Amelia, but everybody could see that Kerry was now gaining confidence rather than weight.

The men’s joking didn’t stop, but it diminished as her more positive attitude became the new normal. Some of the guys even found her increased self-assurance slightly intimidating. Bill and Rob were still much the same as ever, though, and Jacob had to pretend that he was having more trouble with the accounts than he was in order to ‘justify’ spending more time at his desk and not joining in with their banter any more.

One Friday Kelly invited him back to her place for a takeaway and a disc or two of the latest box set to join her collection. He accepted, maybe because his programming said he had to, maybe just because he wanted to: he couldn’t tell any more.

Sitting on her sagging couch while she fetched glasses from the kitchen, he remembered her description of those lonely nights sat in front of the TV set. But she wasn’t lonely tonight, was she? He was there to share in the laughter and the wine and the—

That was another difference from the picture she’d painted. As he took the proffered glass and she carefully lowered her ample rump onto the cushions beside him, he asked, “No chocolates?”

“I don’t need them now I’ve got my sweetie with me.” She giggled and put a plump arm around his shoulders to draw him closer. He felt her breast against his side, and had to cross his legs.

The comical proceedings on the screen drew his attention, but at the edge of awareness his thoughts churned. Was this going to be the night he both dreaded and yearned for? When he would be invited or asked or told to get intimate with the body currently quaking with mirth beside him?

To his relief and disappointment, after the third episode she told him that they would have to call it a night there. They shared a tongue-tangling kiss before he left, and he had to take several deep breaths before he felt in a fit state to drive home.

That night he dreamed that Kelly drizzled chocolate syrup all over his cock and sucked him off. And then she went down on him again, without the syrup, and mumbled something about him being better than chocolate, and he came so hard that he woke himself up.

The following Monday Jacob popped round to Kelly’s cubicle, hoping to arrange to watch the rest of the series with her, or to borrow the discs if she’d got through them on her own over the weekend.

“Hi…” He paused, noticing that she seemed more subdued than she had been in a long while. Her eyes glistened in a way that suggested she was trying not to cry. “Hey, are you all right?”

She sniffed. That was a no, then.

He stepped closer, a feeling of dread building within him. “Have I done something to upset you?”

Somehow the thought of the vengeance Amelia would take if this was his fault seemed insignificant by comparison with his horror at the thought that he could have hurt Kelly.

“It’s not you.” Definitely holding back the tears, but he could see that the dam was close to breaking. “I’m just being stupid.”

He leaned forward, placed a comforting hand on her arm. Ignoring the inner voice that yelled at him to leave her alone, not get involved, take refuge from the coming scene and get back to the accounts, he softly said, “It’s okay. You can tell me. What’s wrong?”

“It… It’s your friend Rob. He was standing right there,” she indicated the spot where the three of them had so often gathered to poke fun, “and he said something about ‘lipstick on a pig’, and it just seemed like he was having a go at me…”

Oh, shit! He wanted to dismiss her concerns, tell her there was nothing to get worked up about, but the truth demanded to be told. “You’re not being stupid. He said it to be hurtful. It was mean, and nasty, and I am so. Fucking. Sorry.”

And then he had his arms around her (just), and she was crying, not just crying but sobbing, out loud, and he knew people could hear, they were looking, staring at him as he held her and comforted her and apologised to her, and it didn’t matter that they could see, the only thing that mattered was that Kelly was distressed and he wanted to make her stop hurting and then crawl away and die because he was just as bad as that arsehole Rob, and he was going to make Rob pay for hurting the woman he loved, yes, damn it, he loved Kelly and he didn’t care who knew about it any more, he didn’t care how fat she was (except somewhere deep down he still did, he was disgusted at what had become of him), he was disgusted at what a monster he’d been, and she was quietening down, she was clinging to him, everything was going to be all right, nothing was going to be all right…

“I love you.” He wasn’t sure if he’d whispered it or shouted it or something in between, but he’d said it. He couldn’t unsay it. He wished he hadn’t said it. He was glad that he’d admitted it. To himself. To her.

Her snivelling had subsided. Her eyes were on his. He was vaguely aware of… someone telling everybody to get back to work, but he didn’t move until Kelly told him without words that he could go. For now.

The extraordinary scene with Jacob and Kelly wasn’t the only hot topic of gossip in the office for long. Not once he’d had a discreet word in the right ear regarding the absence of certain computer supplies from the storeroom, and Rob found himself suspended and facing dismissal or criminal charges or both. Served the stupid bastard right for boasting about it way back when.

That afternoon Amelia paid another visit to Jacob at his desk.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

Did her voice hold a hint of regret at missed opportunities? It didn’t matter. She wasn’t on his radar any more, except as one of Kelly’s friends. He was probably going to be seeing a lot more of them, now it was out that he was the man in her life. A lingering vestige of his old self relished the thought of being the focus of attention for a group of women, but he knew he could never cheat on Kelly.

“I’m sorry I ever gave you cause to. Thank you for standing by her.”

He’d never seen Amelia smile before. It would have made some men melt. Not him. Not any more.

Jacob drove Kelly home after work, parking as close to her front door as he could get. “Are you all right now?”

“Stay with me. Please.”

He let her out of the car and accompanied her indoors. A mouthwatering spicy aroma hit his nostrils as he stepped into the hall, and he sniffed appreciatively.

“I put a curry on in the slow cooker before I went to work this morning,” she explained. “It was supposed to do me for today and tomorrow, so there’ll be enough for both of us.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to spoil your plans.”

“Plans can change.” Her eyes met his. “I’d rather cook something else tomorrow than be on my own this evening.”

His arms went around her again. “I’m here as long as you want me.”

Once they had eaten, and loaded the dishwasher, they went back to the DVD they’d been watching on the Friday. It felt as if that was a long time ago.

After a couple of episodes came the moment Jacob had dreaded and longed for. “Would you spend the night here, tonight? Please?”

“You mean…?”

She undid her blouse, revealing the lilac-coloured bra that supported her enormous breasts. “I want you. And I know you’ve wanted to see these for a long time.”

Jacob’s cock hardened at the sight, but his arousal was tempered as the two extremes of his feelings for her found a rare point of agreement. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, unwilling to exploit her emotional vulnerability, desperately seeking a way to avoid turning his masturbatory fantasies into physical reality.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time. But I also wanted a dashing hero, someone who’d sweep me off my feet, rescue me from danger and defend me from villains. Stupid, really: you don’t get much peril in an office, and I wouldn’t really want to get caught up in a terrorist attack or something just so’s you could save me from it. And then today you were my hero.”

He swallowed. “What I did was no big deal. I just didn’t like to see you unhappy, and I was angry at Rob, and ashamed that I used to behave like him.” It was strange that he could admit to having bullied her now. Were Ms Maryse’s commands losing their effect, or had the relationship reached the point where being honest about his old ways would strengthen the bond with Kelly rather than repulse her?

She took his hands in hers. “But you still fought for my honour, in a way. And that made me feel proud. Proud of you for taking that stand, and proud of myself, that you thought I was worth fighting for. So this isn’t just about rewarding you for what you did today. It’s me having the confidence to be the woman I want to be. To take what I want. And I want you to make love to me.”

Releasing his hands, she began trying to get up from the couch. Jacob stood to assist her to her feet, and the approving look that she gave to the prominent bulge in his trousers caused his engorged prick to swell still further. Waves of arousal almost submerged the part of him that still recoiled as she led him to the bedroom, but could not wash it away.

Kelly perched herself on the side of her bed and finished removing her blouse, tossing it in the direction of a wickerwork chair that obviously served as a substitute for a laundry basket. Reaching behind her back, she undid the strap on her bra and flung it after the blouse.

Jacob’s jaw dropped and his cock swelled to painful proportions at the sight of her naked breasts. They were almost as big as her head, with areolas only slightly smaller than the palms of his hands, and protruding nipples. Though they sagged a little, he would not have hesitated to add them to his collection if he’d found a photo of them. And here they were for real, in the flesh.

“Touch them.”

He dropped to his knees and reached out, lifting her breasts slightly with his fingertips while his thumbs stroked the rougher skin around her nipples. After a few seconds she let out a gasp of delight, and Jacob changed the direction of his movements, exploring by touch until he again found the spot that had prompted her reaction. This time a shudder ran through her, and he focused his attentions on that area. She began to breathe more heavily, and then cried out, as uninhibited in expressing sexual pleasure as she was when laughing.

Suddenly she was toppling backwards, Jacob’s hands closing on empty air as she fell flat on her back atop the bed, her breasts bouncing and jiggling from the impact. Jacob struggled to his feet, concerned that she might need help. And she did, but not the sort he was thinking of. She had her thumbs inside the waistband of her skirt, and was attempting to manoeuvre it down her legs.

“Get this off of me,” she panted, and he took hold of the lower hem and pulled. At first the skirt moved slowly, but once it was past her hips, there was nothing to impede its progress, and Jacob almost fell over backwards himself.

As he regained his balance, she gestured at the bulge in his trousers. “Now your clothes. I want to see you naked.”

He unfastened his trousers, dropped them and his boxers to the floor, and stepped out of them. Her eyes widened at the sight of his erection jutting out in front of him, its tip glistening with precum, and she started to slide a hand inside her panties.

Jacob found himself reaching out to gently take hold of her wrist. “Allow me.”

She bit her lip as he withdrew her hand and replaced it with his own. His fingers traversed a patch of damp hair and reached her warm, wet slit, which he found to be pleasingly tight as he pushed his middle finger into it. Of course it’s going to be tight, with all that flab.

Doing his best to ignore the thought, he probed deeper, seeking Kelly’s clit, and her reaction left him in no doubt when he found his target. Delicately he teased her towards orgasm.

Kelly wriggled and writhed, obviously close to the edge. “Fuck me!” she gasped. “Now.”

Jacob tugged her panties down as he drew back his hand. He joined her on the bed, pushing the head of his cock into her hot pussy, watching the motion of her breasts as he started to thrust forward and back, going a little deeper each time, focusing on the sight of her magnificent tits and the sensation of her around him to try and blot out the persistent inner voice which continued to protest that it didn’t want this.

She clenched around him, loud cries of ecstasy bursting from her, and he could no longer hold back his own climax, spurting his cum with an intensity that left him drained and weak. He slumped onto Kelly, felt her arms enfold him, her lips mashing against his, and attempted to return both the embrace and the kiss even as consciousness fled, temporarily silencing that last nagging vestige of his old self.