The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

4 weeks ago.

The team returned to the base not with triumph but with deep-seated unease. Michelle’s unnerving attachment to her rifle, Rex, had been an unexpected and disturbing twist. Tess, their leader, was no exception. Her usually steely gaze was softened by concern as they made their way through the base’s heavy metal doors.

The following days were filled with debriefings, medical checks, and countless meetings. Tess found herself caught in a whirlwind of responsibilities. It was during these chaotic days that she first noticed the nagging headache. Initially, she dismissed it, attributing it to the stress and fatigue. But as the days passed, the headache persisted, compelling her to seek medical help.

“Dr. Simmons,” Tess called, her voice echoing in her empty quarters, “Could you swing by? I’ve got this headache...”

“Of course, Commander,” came the prompt reply, soothing in its efficiency.

True to his word, Dr. Simmons arrived soon, his medical bag in hand. After a quick examination, he handed Tess a small bottle filled with pills. “These should help with the headaches, Commander,” he said, his voice laced with professional assurance.

Tess accepted the pills gratefully, swallowing one immediately with a sip of water. As Dr. Simmons left, Tess found herself drawn towards the television. Flipping through the channels, she found herself oddly engrossed in a show about a mother and her newborn. The TV hummed softly, its sound blending with the quiet of her quarters.

During that week, Ashley received her new uniform from Dennis. Tess couldn’t help but notice how Ashley seemed to squirm uncomfortably in it. It was unlike her to be so restless. Concerned, Tess approached her.

“Everything alright, Ash?” Tess asked, her gaze softening.

Ashley looked up at Tess, her bright blue eyes filled with discomfort. “I’m okay, Tess,” she replied, her voice strained. “Just a little chafed, that’s all.”

Tess found herself instinctively reaching out to comfort Ashley, patting her gently on the head. “Try to bear with it, okay? I’ll ask Dennis to make some adjustments.”

As the week ended, Tess’s headaches grew worse. She found herself relying more on the pills Dr. Simmons had given her, seeking solace from the constant throbbing in her head. By the end of the week, Tess was a figure of quiet endurance. She bore her headaches with a stoic grace, focusing on her duties and the well-being of her team. Little did she know that the quiet hum of her television was the silent orchestrator of her inevitable change.

3 weeks ago.

The second week after returning from Ruth’s base commenced with an escalation in Tess’s headaches. The once unnoticed humming of the television morphed into a ceaseless irritant, its persistent drone gnawing at her temples. The programming itself was an unusual blend of family sitcoms and maternal-themed shows. Tess couldn’t shake off a growing sense of unease as certain words spoken by characters or narrators resonated within her mind, echoing long after they were uttered.

One afternoon, Tess found herself watching a sitcom, a seemingly innocent scene unfolding on the screen: a mother and her child in a deep, heartwarming conversation. The dialogue floated through the room, the mother’s words ringing in Tess’s ears: “Don’t worry, darling, a MOTHER’s LOVE is limitless. All you have to do is be my good little CHILD.”

Meanwhile, Tess noticed a subtle shift in Ashley’s behavior. She seemed a tad more giddy than usual, and there was an unusual discomfort in her movements. Ashley’s cheerful demeanor seemed slightly strained, her voice a pitch higher than Tess remembered.

“Ash,” Tess approached her one day, her voice laced with concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m peachy, Tessie,” Ashley replied, her voice chirpy and her smile a little too bright.

The use of the nickname startled Tess. She hid her surprise behind a small, reassuring smile. “Alright, just... let me know if you need anything,” Tess offered, watching Ashley with a worried gaze before moving away.

Tess continued to take the pills prescribed by Dr. Simmons, hoping they would alleviate her discomfort. As the days wore on, she found herself increasingly reliant on them.

Just as she was trying to make sense of Ashley’s altered behavior and her own persistent headaches, a message from Dennis, the base’s technician, flashed on her device. It announced a new communication protocol, adding to the list of changes they were all adjusting to.

Later in the week, while watching a commercial for a home cleaning product, Tess was once again struck by the same odd emphasis on certain words. The voice of the cheery announcer cut through the noise: “With our new formula, you can show your family just how much you CARE! Be the best MOTHER you can be and keep your home spotless for your CHILDREN!”

As another week drew to a close, Tess found her thoughts consumed by her team, especially Ashley. Her concern for the young woman was growing, slowly reshaping her mindset and actions. The persistent headaches, the television’s strange programming, and the resonance of certain words all seemed connected, but Tess couldn’t quite piece together how.

2 weeks ago.

As the third week dawned, Tess was greeted by a new change: she had started lactating. A quick examination in the mirror confirmed it — her breasts were swollen, and a few drops of milk stained her shirt. A surge of surprise coursed through her, followed closely by a peculiar acceptance. This, like her changing feelings, seemed to be part of her growing maternal instinct.

Tess noticed Ashley growing more comfortable around her. The young woman clung to her in a childlike manner, seeking her out for comfort and companionship. Tess found herself accommodating this need, her natural leader’s instinct morphing into something more nurturing.

While Tess was dealing with her own transformation and Ashley’s increasing dependency, the rest of the team faced their own issues. Amber was in a state of constant worry over her missing Doberman, Ranger. The dog had vanished without a trace, and despite her exhaustive searches, Amber couldn’t find any sign of him.

Lisa, on the other hand, was fighting her own battle, one of a decidedly different nature. Despite the tense environment on base, Lisa’s cravings were growing stronger, more demanding.

One day, Tess found herself in the mess hall, sharing her concerns with Becca. “I’ve noticed Lisa’s been a bit... distracted,” Tess admitted. “She’s been sneaking off base quite often.”

Becca shared her own observation of Lisa’s unusual behavior, hinting at something more but not elaborating. The two then moved on to discussing Ashley and Michelle. Becca’s concern for Ashley was evident, but Tess reassured her, “She needs us, Becca. We can’t turn our backs on her, no matter how difficult things get.”

Later that day, as Tess was on her way to visit Ashley, she had an unexpected encounter. Upon entering a conference room, she caught the tail end of what seemed like a hurried exit. She didn’t get a good look at the person, but a flicker of suspicion kindled within her. Shaking it off, she continued on her way to Ashley’s room.

Ashley was struggling with the buttons of her shirt when Tess walked in. The sight tugged at Tess’s heartstrings. She quickly stepped in to help, the action feeling as natural as breathing. The gratitude in Ashley’s eyes only fueled Tess’s protectiveness. Tess tucked Ashley into bed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before whispering a quiet, “Goodnight, Ash.”

The third week was a whirlwind of change and challenges, the team’s dynamic shifting as each member grappled with their own unique predicaments. Amidst it all, Tess felt an inexplicable connection to Ashley, a bond forged in care and a newfound maternal instinct. The television’s strange programming, the resonance of certain words, her own lactation — everything seemed to be steering her towards a role she never thought she’d assume. Yet, as the week came to a close, she found herself accepting it, embracing her role as Ashley’s caregiver.

Current week.

As the fourth week began, Tess found herself increasingly absorbed in her role as a caregiver to Ashley. The childlike innocence radiating from Ashley was a stark contrast to the seasoned soldier she once was. Tess, despite the peculiarity of the situation, found herself caring for Ashley with a warmth that she hadn’t anticipated.

“Ash, sweetie, let’s change your diaper, okay?” Tess had found herself suggesting one day. Ashley’s giggles in response were a welcome sound in the heavy silence that had been enveloping the base. As Tess cleaned and changed Ashley, she found the act oddly comforting. Each giggle from Ashley, each innocent look she gave, served to ground Tess amidst the chaos they were all living in.

The rest of the team were grappling with their transformations, each dealing with their issues in their own ways. Amber’s search for Ranger continued, her worry visible in her every action. One day, during a meeting to discuss potential places Ranger could have wandered off to, Ashley’s attention was captured by a simple drawing of a butterfly on the wall. Tess gently tried to redirect her focus to the matter at hand, but the childlike fascination in Ashley’s eyes was a reminder of the depth of her regression.

While Tess was more focused on Ashley, Becca’s assertiveness was ebbing away, replaced by a growing uncertainty. Lisa, on the other hand, was providing oddly specific suggestions, a change from her usual general observations. The dynamics of the team were changing, adapting to their transformations and the situations they were facing.

It was during this moment of weary respite that Becca, increasingly agitated and uncertain, fell to her knees before Tess. A startled gasp left Tess’s lips as she felt the wetness of Becca’s tongue on her boot. “Becca!” Tess recoiled, pulling her foot away. “What the hell are you doing?”

Amber, the only other person present, was too shocked to react immediately. Tess watched with a sinking heart as Becca, her face flushed with embarrassment, continued to lick at her boots. The sight was a stark reminder of their transformations, a glimpse into the depths they were plummeting into.

News trickled in of Michelle’s condition showing no signs of improvement, casting a further shadow over the team. As if that wasn’t enough, they were hit by a chilling piece of news towards the end of the week. Dennis, their tech guy, had been found dead in his lab, a bullet hole in his chest.

The news was a stark reminder of the reality of their situation. The base went into high alert, the atmosphere thick with tension and fear. Amidst this chaos, Tess found herself facing another shocking revelation — Ashley was missing.

The sudden disappearance of Ashley was a blow that Tess hadn’t been prepared for. She was left grappling with a sense of loss and worry, her maternal instincts screaming in alarm. The room echoed with the hum of the television, an ominous soundtrack to the unfolding crisis.

By the end of the week the team was left in a state of uncertainty and dread. Their transformations, the loss of a teammate, Ashley’s disappearance, and the ever-present threat looming over them all served to amplify the tension. The reality of their situation was finally sinking in, hitting them harder than they had anticipated.