The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

James liked to believe that he wasn’t affected by advertising or hype. He had moved far past being excited about toys in cereal boxes and the latest action figures based on his favorite cartoons—he was an adult, and what he couldn’t skip with ad blockers, he just ignored. But one day, as he was searching for some porn to relieve the sexual frustration he had been feeling the last week, he saw an advertisement that intrigued him.

“New! Enjoy the personalities of your favorite porn stars, in the bodies of the women you know and love via our neural interface. Sign up to be a Beta Tester today!”

James knew it was probably a scam of some kind, but he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if his wife, Lauren, fucked him as often as she did in the early stages of their relationship. His mind wandered to his favorite porn star, Stacie Star. He already owned a pocket pussy that was based on her anatomy, and she was a regular part of his porn rotation. But the idea of having a woman with so few inhibitions or limits piloting his wife was turning him on, and making it hard to focus on anything else.

He clicked the ad, and was soon taken to a page where he was supposed to fill out information. He entered his name and address, and requested Stacie Star as the personality. When he clicked “Submit”, there was no indication that his form had been received. He sighed, realizing how silly he was being. Of course this was just a scam of some kind—it was literally too good to be true! He went back to fantasizing about his wife with the personality of Stacie Star.

That evening, he tried getting his wife in the mood while they were watching a movie together, but she just pushed his hands away and moved a few inches away from him. She wasn’t interested.

It was a surprise when a package arrived for James the next week.

He opened it up, and was surprised to see a picture of Stacie Star, and a helmet covered in impressive-looking wires and chips. He read through the letter, which congratulated him on being a Beta Tester, and explained the helmet. He would just have to slip it on Lauren’s head, and press the first button. It would then upload Stacie Star’s personality into her, based on a snap shot of her mind taken recently. His wife’s mind would be safely preserved on the helmet, ready to be swapped out whenever he needed it.

James could barely believe his eyes. Could this really be real?

He decided to wait until that evening to test the device out. He again tried to make love to his wife during a show, and she again rebuffed him. So he got out the device from where he had hidden it, and popped it on her head.

Lauren looked at him confused. “Honey, what are you—”

He pressed the button. Lauren stiffened and straightened up, sitting perfectly still a blank expression on her face. Her eyes were fluttering rapidly, and a green indicator showed the progress of the upload. After a few minutes, “Stacie Star” blinked and looked around.

“—guys finished downloading my—” she started, before she looked around her new surroundings strangely. “Wait, where am I?” Just am moment ago, she had been letting some guys copy her mind for a lot of money, and then she was here in this strange house.

“Hi, uh, Stacie,” James said. “This is my home.”

“So wait,” she said, clearly a little rattled. “Am I not... me?” She got up, and looked for a mirror, finding one in the hallway nearby. “Oh, weird. This is messing with my head—this strange woman is moving when I move.” She removed the helmet, and placed it on the table next tot he mirror.

This wasn’t quite going how James had expected. He had wanted Stacie from her videos, but it seemed like the whole personality of Stacie Star was in his wife’s head right now.

“Well, I look pretty sexy,” Stacie said turning to the side. “Although, I could use a boob job. And a new wardrobe.” She cupped her breasts and frowned.

God, there was no mistaking it. James’ wife was out of town right now—Stacie moved so differently, spoke so differently from her. There was no hint of the respectable professional business woman from before. He was getting turned on just seeing the shameless way she moved.

“Stacie,” James said, walking up to her. “I’ve been watching your videos forever, and I’m your biggest fan. I’m so happy to be meeting you, sort of!”

Stacie looked at him, clearly trying to size him up. She had had a few bad interactions with fans in the past, but this guy didn’t seem too creepy. Although she could tell that he was greedily eyeing her body, and clearly wanted to do more than just talk with her.

“What’s your name?” Stacie said.

“I’m James,” he said. “But I was hoping to skip the pleasantries. My wife had been cuddling with me before you showed up, and I’m really eager to fuck you.”

Stacie changed her mind. He was a bit on the creepy side for her tastes.

“Um...” she said. “I don’t generally fuck a guy I just met.”

James frowned. “But, uh, couldn’t you pretend like it was one of your scenes? I mean, you’re not really Stacie, you’re my wife. I’m going to change her back the moment we’re done.”

Stacie really didn’t like the vibes James was putting off now. The way he was talking—as if she was someone who could just be erased and summoned at a moments notice—it made her feel skeevy in a way she hadn’t in quite some time.

“Listen James,” she said. “I may not be the real Stacie Star, but I’m also not your wife right now. She might have agreed to give you a special night with your favorite porn star, but I made no such agreement.”

James shuffled guiltily. He hadn’t actually gotten his wife’s permission as such.

“Well, is there something I can give you in exchange for a night just like one of your porn videos?” James said. He was so horny right now, but it seemed like Stacie wasn’t game for anything sexual with a stranger and obsessive hyperfan.

Stacie frowned. She wasn’t going to be around for long, was she? Maybe she should just fuck this guy, even if the vibes were a little off? None of the concerns that normally plague interactions with fans applied here right? And what was she going to do if she did stay—take over this poor woman’s life? Stacie wasn’t even sure if it’d be the same her every time James uploaded her mind to his wife’s brain. Maybe he’d do this same negotiation every time, and she suspected her options were to exist for a brief time and fuck this man, or disappear into the ether, like she never existed in the first place.

It seemed so unfair to think that there was a real “Stacie Star” out there, enjoying all the money she had been promised for letting them upload her brain, and she had to be stuck here trying to figure out if she should fuck a stranger or not.

“James, I’m really sorry if this isn’t playing out how you wanted,” she said. “I totally didn’t, like, think through all of the implications of letting them copy my mind like this.”

Her words finally struck something in James’ heart. Stacie was probably playing on easy mode—she was using his wife’s body and voice to express these concerns, and he did love his wife at the end of the day. How had he been so stupid! The Stacie he was interacting with right now, she was a real person with her own wants and desires. Of course she didn’t want to just fuck him.

Suddenly, James’ tone became apologetic. “Fuck, you must be going through a mini existential crisis right now.”

Stacie was relieved to see the flip switch in his head. “Yeah, it’s a little strange. When I showed up for the brain uploading appointment today, I totally didn’t think I was going to be in some guy’s living room trying to figure out how to spend what may be my only hours on Earth alive.”

James shook his head. “Well, don’t worry about fucking me, Stacie. I didn’t realize how this thing worked. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable while you’re here?”

Stacie looked at him. He did seem like a decent enough guy. “Well... If fucking is off the table, maybe I could do you and your wife a little favor? We could go shopping, and buys some nice clothes for her.”

James smiled. “That sounds nice.”

At the mall, Stacie tried on dozens of outfits for James. Her borrowed body might not have as much for her to work with, but she managed to find a few that accentuated her curves nicely. James certainly seemed to appreciate them. It was so strange seeing a person look lovingly and lustily at her, and knowing that on some level it wasn’t her that he was looking at.

After James bought a few deliciously skimpy outfits for Stacie (his wife?) as a gift, Stacie realized she was getting hungry.

“Hey, you mind if we stop and eat for dinner?” Stacie said.

James smiled and nodded. They bought some burgers, and sat down at one of the food court tables.

There was an awkward silence as James just sort of gawked at her. She decided to break it by making a little small talk.

James turned out to be a great conversationalist. Within a few minutes, he had her laughing and talking with him like he was an old friend. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the woman whose body she was borrowing. James seemed a lot nicer than the disastrous string of guys Stacie had dated up until that point. If only the real her could have met a guy like this—warm, kind, a little awkward but well meaning.

When they finished up, they drove home, and Stacie felt a little bit of dread at what came next. She had enjoyed setting up a nice gift for James’ wife, but it was strange realizing she might not exist to see its delivery. What would it feel like, to stop existing? Would it feel like anything?

“Hey, James,” she said. “Why don’t we wait a bit before bringing your wife back?”

James nodded. “I can give you all night, if you want. Feel free to roam around the house and watch TV or whatever.”

Stacie shook her head. “No, I think... Well, I wanted to do you a favor. I don’t think I’m ready to fuck you, but I can put on a little show for you to record. Does your wife have a vibrator?”

James’ heart started beating in anticipation. Stacie Star was going to do a show? Just for him?

He tried to retain his composure, and lead her to the bedroom, showing her where they kept their toys. Stacie nodded, and pulled out the biggest vibrator James’ wife owned.

“I’m going to freshen up a bit,” Stacie said. Excusing herself to the bathroom along with a bag containing one of the outfits James had just bought. She came back a few minutes later with make up that made her look like a hooker and an outfit that made her look like a sexy school girl.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Stacie said. “Set up your camera wherever you like, and feel free to watch and pleasure yourself. But just watch, okay?”

James nodded eagerly. He grabbed his Stacie Star pocket pussy and sat in a chair behind the camera.

Stacie whispered to him. “Say ‘action’ when you’ve hit record.”

James did so, and soon he was watching his wife’s body acting just like Stacie Star in his favorite pornos.

Stacie improvised one side of a scene, pretending to be James’ wife fantasizing about him while he was away.

“Oh fuck,” she said. “I can’t wait for James to get back from work. But I won’t be able to focus while I’m so horny. Maybe if I...” she picked up the vibrator next to her. She pulled down her panties, hiked up her skirt and she soon had the vibrator between her legs, moaning like there was no tomorrow.

James had never been so turned on in his life. Watching his normally respectable and prudish wife act like a craven whore for the camera was more than he had ever dreamed of. It was insane the way that she was mimicking the mannerisms of Stacie Star perfectly, if one forgot that it was Stacie doing all of this for him.

James slid his cock into the fleshlight, and imagined that there was a connection between the vibrator between his wife’s legs and the pocket pussy in his hands. He tried to move in sync with her undulations, enjoying the tightness of the reproduction of Stacie Star’s pussy in his hands. This was better than any porn he had ever watched—it was live, in front of him, with the body of the woman he loved.

Soon, Stacie’s moaning was getting louder and louder, and it was clear she was getting close to orgasm. James had watched so many videos with her, he knew exactly the timing to adopt. He watched her breathing, her flushed skin, and when she finally clenched her muscles, and experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, James was filling the fleshlight in his hands with his warm sticky cum.

Stacie lay there panting for several minutes, while James tried to recover from the incredible session. He finished recording on the camera.

“Alright,” James said sadly. “I guess it’s time to bring my wife back. Can you change back into more professional clothes?”

Stacie nodded, and walked back to the bathroom. She came back looking much like she had before, and James stuck the helmet on her head.

“Goodbye, Stacie,” he said. “I’ll never forget this.”

She smiled at him, before James pressed the button and her body went straight and rigid with her eyes staring blankly straight ahead. And the she blinked and his wife was back.

“— doing?” She looked around in surprise. “Weren’t we just in the living room?”

Lauren’s head felt a bit funny, and her body felt incredible for some reason.

“Sorry,” James said, taking the helmet off her head. “I was just seeing if it would fit for Halloween later.”

Lauren was utterly confused at what had just happened. She was shocked to see the clock. How had it gotten so late!?

“I have some things to wrap up for work,” Lauren said. “We can discuss this more about this later.”

James smiled as he watched her walk away. His wife was definitely back. But he knew he was going to get a lot of use out of the film he had just made. And who knew, maybe he’d bring Stacy back for another night, and see if she was willing to make another video for him?