The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Zoom meeting was taking its time loading, a white blue circle spinning at the center of a black screen. Jessie sat in front of it, inside her dorm room, waiting, lazily leafing through her inorganic chemistry volume. Connection crashed down on them just as they were about to begin. Max had asked her to help him out, a last ditch effort to fit a week’s worth of study work in a single cram session. He was going to flunk the class, no doubt.

Michela sat at the edge of her bed, a tablet across her lap, words mirrored on her round specs, “Have you two ever actually met once? I mean for real, face to face?”

“We’re always face to face,” Jessie said, eyes still fixed on her book.

“You know what I mean,” Michela said, rolling her eyes, “the only people I’ve seen you talk with are me and what’s his name on the other side of the screen.”

“See? No need to get out of this room,” Jessie wasn’t sure if she was more annoyed at Michela or at the internet connection.

“Fine, whatever,” Michela said, “But just so you know, that guy is more interested in another kind of chemistry. Catch my meaning.”

“Oh come on,” Jessie finally turned her head, “He just wants to be friends, Max is alright.”

“Meh, he’s slightly above average.”

Sometimes Jessie wondered why she liked Michela. She never missed a chance to prod at her, to point out her flaws, her reclusiveness, but she wasn’t sure whether it was an attempt to push her out of the room or to just fuck with her.

Finally, without notice, the connection came back, and the meeting was about to resume.

Also, a huge erect dick appeared right on her screen. It looked at least nine inches long, enclosed in a small window at the top right corner, and it was being vigorously stroked by a hairy, muscled hand. The audio was very low, but she could make out the grunts and puffs.

“Jessie? I think there’s porn on your screen,” Michela said.

“Yeah no shit,” Jessie said. The camera zoomed out a little, revealing a full sweating six pack, surmounting a matted hairy bush, just above his mast, “I’m trying to close it, it won’t let me.”

“Didn’t think you were into the buff hairy type… look at that beast,” Michela was standing next to her now, Jessie could feel her huffs on her cheek, “I mean, I’m not really into penis, but still… Why did you open it?”

“I didn’t open- there’s a vagina on your ipad,” It glistened under a faint light, and it was framed by a couple of thick thighs. Two slender fingers were working at it.

“Holy shit, there is!” Michela laughed, “I think it’s the connection. Maybe a virus? Is it the whole campus?”

Jessie wasn’t listening, the video kept playing on her screen. It was hard not to look at: the guy was naked from neck down, a marble statue jerking off right in front of her.

A voice called out to her, “Hello, Jessie? You there?” Max stared at her from within the screen, behind a pair of thick square glasses. Jessie blinked at him, her eyes stinging and her mouth watering. How long had she been gazing at the screen? The porn video was gone, Max’s face was the only thing showing now. Meanwhile Michela sat on her bed, eyes fixed on her tablet. The vagina had disappeared, but her brain hadn’t ed it yet.

“Yes, I’m… here. Sorry,” Jessie noticed something about Max. He seemed a bit dazed too, worn out, his eyes red and droopy. She thought about what Michela had said. Did he find her attractive? Jessie did her best to look presentable, for no one in particular. She liked to keep her brown hair straight and clean, cut just above her shoulder, her cleavage never went past her collarbone, and she wore her makeup natural-style. Max on the other hand? As Michela put it, he didn’t stand out much. He had a short clean cut, a round face and a thin pair of lips, which clashed with the thick, ample mustache resting on them.

Jessie considered It… and decided she was not, in fact, smitten with him. He did have a nice mustache though. She wondered how it would have felt to suck on it. Wait, what?

“Are you sure you’re there? You’ve been staring at me for a couple of minutes now,” Max said.

Jessie shook her head, “Yes I’m here, sorry I’m just… Let’s get started, alright?”

“Fine by me,” Max said, “Cause I’m so eager to get started… hey I was wondering, have you got porn showing up on your screen too?”

Jessie wasn’t listening, She was staring at his mustache.

Jessie and Max had been at it until midnight. As expected, they hadn’t made much progress, not just for the impossibility of the task. In their five hour session, they had three porn accidents. It was always the same video, the same hairy mass of muscle assertively pumping his meat. Whatever or whoever was causing that insisted on imposing that fetish on her. She asked Max what was showing on his screen: apparently, It had decided he was into ionate and sloppy headjobs, as he worded it. She did her best to ignore it, but her eyes kept sliding over the spectacle at the top left of her screen. The third display lasted for about forty minutes, and after that they had just called it quits.

Waking up the next morning was a mess. Jessie had a raging headache, and her legs felt like rubber. She had to crawl her way to class, and apparently she wasn’t the only one having a bad time. Everyone on campus seemed dazed, one girl had fallen asleep on a bench. Some of the students were overly focused on their phones, three of them had squashed their faces on a lamp post while walking. Later in class she found out how widespread the issue was; apparently every device on campus seemed to display some sort of pornographic material. The dean had promised the problem would be solved by the end of the day.

Still, the students didn’t seem to mind, they found it funny even. Each screen seemed to show a different video, and some of them were exchanging them as if they were pokemon cards.

“Mine’s keep showing anal!” a girl behind her giggled, “Like, look at that! How much can a hole take?”

Jessie took a glance at her phone, and there he was, the same man, the same abs, the same dick as yesterday. Some time the camera tilted upward and she could take a glance of a bristly chiseled chin. She tried to close it, but it came popping back up. How did that even work?

Needless to say, the lesson didn’t really take place. People either kept laughing, sleeping, or watching porn on their phone. At some point professor Yoong tried to show them a powerpoint presentation, only to be faced by some asian brunette being pounded full nelson. It was obscene, the girl’s mammaries went flying with each stroke. And of course, the man’s tool went all the way up her guts, up and down, up and down… After half an hour trying to shut it down, she just closed her laptop and dismissed her class. Everybody agreed to just call it a day.

Jessie sat at her desk, back at her room, once again waiting for Max to answer the call. She dared a peek at her phone, the man kept stroking away… she felt a pulse between her thighs, her mouth watering.

Michela came bursting through the door, “Jessie, oh my god, you gotta try this!”

She barely had time to remove her fingers from her panties, her roommate approaching her, handing her a shiny pink glazed donut. It had crimson red sugar sprinkles on top, and Jessie had to it, it smelled amazing, a frosty sweet scent assaulting her senses.

Without thinking, she took a bite out of it, “Oh my god.”

“I know right? It’s so GOOD! There’s more in the Cafeteria if you want. It’s like a bakery volcano exploded in there, It’s full of all kinds of sugary shit,” Michela said. She took a swig out of a rainbow colored smoothie she held between her slender fingers. She made sure to lick the straw clean.

“Never mind, I’ll just bring some more, cause I’m such a good roomie. Oh, and by the way, a cock’s getting blown on your screen,” She said, and left the room.

Michela was right. It was the same dick, she was sure of it, only this time a luscious set of lips was working at it. The girl didn’t do much handplay, she just made sure to swallow as much as the tool as she could, burying her nose inside his bush. The image was as close as it could be, she couldn’t make out much of her face, although she must have had some fat tits, she had no doubt. Where had the donut go? Oh right, it was in her mouth, she was licking her fingers, as she chewed away. A sweet, pink drop of saliva rolled down her chin.

When the video stopped, her face was smeared on her desk, her eyes felt dry and it was dark outside. Michela was snoring on her bed, a pillow between her legs and ipad on the floor, a pussy roughly being eaten on screen. Her covers were littered with crumbs and candy wrappers. Her mouth felt sticky sweet, and there were a couple of half eaten donuts near her laptop. What had happened? Wasn’t she on a call? She was sweaty all over, and her pants were piled down her ankles. Her fingers felt sore and slick, and smelled of raspberry and caramel.

Jessie’s head was a scramble, she felt like she had run a marathon, her heart pounding. The crickets were going crazy outside, and there was a cool breeze coming in through the window. The zoom meeting had gone black, and the porn ad kept playing at the bottom of her screen, like nothing had happened. The girl’s shiny ruby lips kept being pounded by a foot worth of cock. It should have been so easy to just close her laptop and lie on her bed.

Her eyelids felt heavy, they were begging her to sleep.

Half an hour later, she actually did.

The cafeteria was a cacophony of wet crunches, girly giggles and porn noises. People were either too busy gobbling junk food or staring at porn on their phones. Jessie tried looking for an apple, a salad, even some meat but no: All they had was the most colorful baked goods she had ever seen.

“I’m really sorry about this,” A boy behind the counter said, “I don’t know where all of this is coming from, we tried ing our supplier, they’ve all but disappeared… I gotta say tough, It’s all pretty damn delicious.”

It really was, Jessie had gorged down a whole chocolate milkshake and four apple fritters for breakfast, and she was still hungry.

“Alright, there’s been a development,” Michela said, sitting beside her, a huge pack of gummy bears in her hand.

“They’ve solved the porn epidemic?” Jessie said.

“What? Oh no. It’s about my porn ad,” Michela pulled the phone from her pocket, “The camera angle got a bit wider and turns out, the girl who was eating pussy twenty-four seven? She was getting dicked down all along!” She pulled the screen in front of Jessie to show her a plump, jiggly ass getting backshots from a baseball bat of a dick, all the while she kept her tongue at work.

That was another weird thing: all of the porn ads were getting clearer, more complex, now there was a faint audio trace playing in the background. Jessie knew that if she pulled out her phone It would show a full side view of the hairy stud plowing a soft pair of lucid pink bimbo lips, tightly air locked on his meat. In fact, she had her phone out that very moment, right in front of her face. Images of her fingering herself in front of her laptop floated in her head, and Max was there too, he was savagely rubbing at his-

“Hey there,” A manly voice said, from behind her back.

Jessie turned around, Max was standing right in front of her. In person, for the first time. Did he look taller? No, it’s just that she never watched him standing up. No wait, she did, just the night before, across the screen, he had to take his pants off. But that couldn’t have been right. Why was her head spinning? She didn’t even bother putting her phone away and just said, “Hi there!”

“So… you’re getting bad reception too?” He said, with a smirk. He definitely looked taller, and his beard was thicker. He hunched forward, and took a closer look at the video, “Kind of looks like mine, only It’s a POV, gonzo style. And there’s definitely more than one girl… so many good girls…”

Jessie managed to tear her eyes from the screen and saw Max’s hand rummaging inside his pants, as the other was caressing her back, “Max? What are you doing?”

Max’s eyes widened, “I’m just- I’m sorry I was just… going. I’ll see you later.”

Jessie watched him go with a hurry, hand still jerking in his pants, “What the fuck was that? Did you see that… Michela?”

“Yeah, just like that, pipe that cunny,” Michela said. She didn’t care for Jessie, she was just enjoying her video.

“Michela!” Jessie shouted.

“What? Oh yeah, sure, totally fucked. I think you should go, you’re missing your class,” She said, and then went back to her phone. Jessie was speechless. She didn’t bother with her friend, she just stood up and walked out into the corridor.

What the fuck was happening?

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, daddy!” the asian brunette on the screen board screamed from the top of her lungs in a sing-song accent, legs widespread, letting some faceless guy with a chiseled back destroy her pelvis. Despite all the action, the girl’s look was immaculate, hair tied into an elegant knot behind her head, her face touched up like a canvas. And of course, her tits were enormous.

Professor Yoong was having trouble keeping up with her own lesson, “As you can see- I mean, as you SHOULD see, I had a whole presentation ready…”

The trollop on screen did not give a damn about her presentation, and neither did the rest of the class, especially the guys. Some of the girls tried to keep some semblance of seriousness, although most of them seemed to peek underneath their desks. Jessie didn’t need to guess at what. The girl on screen started slapping her mate’s ass, urging him on.

“An assdation- I mean, an oxidation-reduction reaction… Alright, this is ridiculous, class dismissed!” Professor Yoong was sweating, her breath heavy. She just unplugged her laptop, and stormed out of the classroom. Some followed behind her; most didn’t even notice she was gone. Jessie could have sworn the curvaceous geisha was still getting railed on the screenboard, the image playing out right behind her eyelids. How hadn’t they solved this already? Everyone around kept acting like they didn’t care, in fact they were enjoying this a bit too much, and they were also acting… unusual.

Dario Martinez was the shiest boy Jessie had ever met, he wore a different colored bowtie for every day of the week. And now? He was just chilling at the edge of the class, wearing a tight polo and cargo shorts, staring at his laptop, the clear sound of a sensible throat getting roughly piped, ceaselessly. The gags just wouldn’t stop. He was casually massaging the bulge between his legs.

Becca Jones was sitting two rows behind her, she had a tablet on her lap. She was a devout feminist, She would never stop preaching about fighting against the “Sexist white conglomerate” that was slowly gnawing away at their female independence. And now she was wearing a miniskirt, a pink one nonetheless, showing the world how smooth and shiny her dark skinned thighs were. And also quite thick. She also had a big, spit stained popsicle melting in her hand. Jessie walked behind her, and peeked at her screen: There was just a man, huge, hairy and naked, much like the one from her ad, standing tall, looking straight down at the camera.

“You’re a good girl,” the man said, “Just a silly good girl.”

Becca kept murmuring along, barely blinking. The man’s cock and balls were cartoonish, beastly like, and were awfully close to the screen. Jessie could almost taste them. She walked away, and didn’t notice Becca’s hand sneaking down her waistband.

Down the corridor things weren’t less weird; One redhead was jogging around the fountain, wearing a flimsy red tank top and skin tight green legging, so tight she might as well have been running naked. At least five ersby, two of them women, gave her a firm slap on her buttocks, sending ripples through her cheeks, and the girl just kept running, airpods tied to her ears. How long had she been jogging? She was drowning in sweat, and kept drinking from a shiny blue bottle.

“Oh hey! Free clothes!” Someone shouted behind her. It was Michela, her mouth was glazed with sugar pastry, a sticky hand holding her phone, volume full blast. Jessie didn’t have time to reach her when a wave of giggly girls swept her across the courtyard. She found herself standing in front of a bright colored stand, as shiny and bright as a My Little Pony hardback. On it were a number of various pieces of clothing, of all kinds; shirts, tops, bras, shorts, skirts, stockings, panties, bikinis, high heels, low heels and various lipsticks, eyeshadow and nail polish, spanning all the colors of the spectrum. It was all very trashy, which didn’t stop the squirmish herd of euphoric girls from ravaging the place. Professor Yoong in particular was going hard on the makeup. Everyone was ravenous, and not for a moment did anyone wonder where these had come from. There was no one behind the stand, just a sign saying “Free Stuff!” in a pink bubbly font. There was a big sound box nearby, shiny and metallic, playing a weird chaotic pop tune. It was kind of catchy though… Was someone moaning in there?

“Like, move for fuck sake!” Michela shouted, “I need a new bra for my TITS! I mean, look at them!”

They were pretty big, Jessie conceded. She couldn’t tell if they were bigger than usual, but they did strain against her overalls. She walked closer to the stand, picked up a pair of jade green lace panties… and put them back down. She didn’t know why, but none of the clothes called out to her. Maybe she was the only sane one after all?

“Animals don’t need clothes,” Jessie said out loud. It was a knee jerk reaction, like a sneeze, her brain didn’t even it. Without thinking much about it, she stepped away from the panties and left for the dormitory. She had a video call to attend.

On her way, she bumped into Dario. Jessie was in a rush, otherwise she would have noticed he had his dick out, furiously beating it to the redhead jogger down the fountain.

The jogger saw him, but she didn’t care. She just kept running.

“I swear to god, professor Yoong was actually panting,” Jessie said, “She acted like she was annoyed, but I could tell she was enjoying it.” Max was on the other side of the call, nodding. He had barely spoken a word in thirty minutes. Was he embarrassed by what happened at the cafeteria?

“And have you seen Becca? She was looking at the porn video like a caveman discovering fire. Makes me wonder how many dicks she has actually seen in her life,” Jessie said. That was mean of her, considering her body count didn’t go past zero. Mr.Burly on her phone didn’t really count, did he?

“Oh I’ve seen her alright,” Max said, “Didn’t know she had that much cake on her...”

Jessie felt a fit of jealousy, she wondered if her butt was worth noticing. The actress on her screen surely did; It was a pair of toned and fatty globes, wobbling up and down, riding on the man’s lap, swallowing inch after inch of abundant man meat. It was a restless movement, the pounding had been going for as long as their talk. Jessie didn’t even care at that point, She just kept chatting on, trying to ignore the way too loud moans.

“Anyway,” Jessie said, “enough with the chit chat, let’s get to work. We got a test in two days.”

“That would be tomorrow actually,” Max said.

“Oh… well then, one more reason to get started, right?” Jessie said. The porn ad on screen kept going on and on. Had It actually filled even more of the screen? She really should have been focusing on her book, which now that she noticed, was nowhere to be found.

“Hey listen, about this morning,” Max said, “I’m sorry for… whatever had gotten into me. It’s just that these past two days I’ve been feeling…”

Horny. Wet. Eager.

“Empowered,” Max said, “Especially around women.”

“That’s… can you elaborate?” Jessie said. She kept staring at his eyes, they seemed to examine every inch of her skin.

Max frowned, struggling to find words, “It’s like… alright, we were talking about Becca right? First day this all happened I’ve seen her walk around the library, book in one hand, phone on the other. Her hips kept swaying left and right and I just… slapped it. Not even a pat, a full blown spank on her cheeks. Becca turned around, eyes gaping, and I expected mayhem, but instead….” Max took a deep breath, his hand was shifting right under his desk, “She went for my junk, gave it a tight squeeze, licked her lips, and then just kept walking, like nothing had happened.”

Jessie wasn’t sure how to respond. His story should have upset her, but then she put herself in Becca’s shoes, and it didn’t feel as wrong anymore. What would she have done?

Max was sweating, “I don’t know how to explain it but everything feels so… so…”

“So hot?” Jessie said.

“Exactly! So fucking hot! For every girl I look at, I can’t stop thinking how good she would look bare assed… and what is up with all this sluts on my screen!?” Max shouted. He kept shifting at his seat. He was probably struggling with a killer boner, Jessie thought.

“Do you think I’m hot?” There, She finally asked It. What was the best way to dispel her insecurities? Just go to the source.

“Well… Yes, really hot,” Max said.

They stood there for a solid minute. Porn kept playing in the corner of her eye. For a moment It looked like the man stud was looking straight in her eyes. Then, without a thought, Jessie jerked down her shirt and pulled out her tits. She had arched her back, making sure Max got the best look he could. They kind of looked bigger like that… so much bigger.

Max gaped at her, “I’m not… you look—”

“Now pull your dick out,” Jessie said. Was this actually happening? They had a test in two days, there was no time for that!

“...alright,” Max said. He stood up, with the speed of a lawnmower. His hands went for his belt, shaking. Jessie could already see his chub, snacking down his thigh. Max finally lowered his pants, and the second biggest dick Jessie had ever seen sprang up right in front of her. It was thick, veiny and long, just short of the man beast jerking off at the corner of her screen. It was paired with a set of bulbous, cum filled balls, they contracted with each spasm of his mast.

“That is one big dick,” Jessie said, panting.

Max took it in his hand, examining it, giving it a few short tugs, “It is, isn’t it? What the fuck is happening!? It wasn’t like this—”

“Jerk off to my tits,” Jessie said. So this was actually happening. Their study session had officially become a sex call. The man at the corner of her screen smiled at her.

“I’m… oh fuck,” Max said, giving up. His hand jerked at his cock with the caution of a lumberjack. With the speed he was going for, Jessie was surprised it didn’t go up in flames. His testicles swung left and right, a few occasional droplets flew away from its tip. He sure was putting up a show for her; It would have been rude not to repay him, wouldn’t it?

Jessie tore out her shirt and kneaded at her breasts as if she was handling a couple of bean bags. They were two nice juicy apples, hanging from her shoulders. But that wasn’t right though… her tits looked drawn on her chest at best. The porn guy was looking at her though, judging her. It was better not to disappoint.

She closed her eyes, played with her boobs, squeezed them, pinched at her expanded, bright pink nipples, and made sure Max got the spectacle he deserved. What else could she do? She thought. Men liked it when a girl moaned, right? The female getting dicked down in her porn sure did moan a lot. So Jessie moaned along, long and deep. The porn noises seemed to grow louder, they surrounded her, they echoed in her room, vibrating in her chest. Finally she opened her eyes, and Max shot out a load right at her face. Well, rather at his webcam to be correct. The sight was all blurred by white, cloudy jizz.

“Oh fuck… I’ll see you tomorrow,” Max said. And just like that, the call was over.

Jessie was left alone with her porn, her tits, and her thoughts. Her hand had sneaked down her pants at some point, cautiously rubbing at her clit. She wondered how wrong that experience should have been, letting herself be used as jerk off material. But not for long.

The porn ad had filled her entire screen now, the man beast standing right in front of her. Two pairs of slender hands were rubbing at his muscled thighs, reaching for his cock. He looked her down, nodding in approval, and spoke five powerful words, which would forever etch in her mind, “You are a good girl.”

And with that, Jessie threw her head back, screaming like an animal, her legs tensing underneath her desk, a river of squirt spraying from her folds. She was a good girl, she had done well. When she came to, Jessie layed on her bed, naked, the sun low on the horizon. Michela was watching her, standing in nothing but her overalls, one melon sized tit popping out. Her hair was tied in a couple of short pigtails, and she wouldn’t stop drooling. There was sugar glaze on her luscious lips, or at least Jessie thought it was sugar glaze. In her right hand she held a huge ruby red popsicle, in her left an even bigger purple dildo.

“They’re giving out sex toys!” Michela said, in a spit filled voice.

Jessie didn’t bother to answer, she just reached out, grabbed the purple dick and shoved it inside of her. Michela had no complaints, she just smiled, shrugged, and walked out of the room, probably going to grab another one. Her butt was hot red and exposed.

As for Jessie, she wasn’t done until the moon showed up.

When morning came, Jessie didn’t feel like attending class. Or dres, or even getting out of her room. Instead, without hesitation, she jumped from her bed straight to her desk. Her laptop was already on, displaying a full frontal view of a black haired buxom female getting clapped doggystyle. The ripples on her cheeks emphasized the power of the man’s pounding, and her udders swang with hypnotic weight.

She was pretty sure some milk was leaking out.

The black haired cow was staring straight in her eyes and into the void, devoid of any consciousness and full of bliss. From her lips escaped the deepest of moans, a streak of saliva was running down her chin.

There was a new pink phallus in Jessie’s hand, much smaller. Michela had swapped them up, during the night, wanting to reclaim her prized plastic thirty incher. Still, Jessie didn’t notice the vibrator working between her thighs, although she was much aware of the pleasant buzz pressing on her clit. On some level Jessie knew: this isn’t right. She had barely opened her eyes and there she was, enjoying hardcore porn. That’s not how her brain worked, that’s how addicts did.

Two delicate, slender hands crept down her shoulder and grabbed at her breasts, “Good afternoon, sleepytits!”

Michela’s fingers playfully pinched her nipples, sending shivers down Jessie’s spine. Her roommate had decided to go for a change of look. The key word for her new style was: slut. She had ditched her usual jean overalls, and opted instead for a way too small trashy white top that spelled “Use My Holes!” in pink, glittery letters. It had no business trying to cover up her boobs, which spilled down from the bottom. On her butt rested an absurdly short pink miniskirt. It was barely a strip of tissue attempting to shield her ass hole from view. Her feet were delicately bent inside a pair of shiny black ankle straps shoes, her nails painted in a bright pink polish.

“Good… afternoon?” Jessie said, Michela’s hands still cupping her boobs. They felt heavier.

“Well, yeah you dumbo! You lost teach Yoong’s lesson,” Michela giggled, “Honestly, It was so good! We stood there and watched porn for like… so many hours!”

Michela dove on her bed and pulled out the tablet from under her pillow. Already it was playing porn at full blast, moans and grunts filling up their room. Michela’s eyes were glued on it, barely blinking, “Honestly, I wasn’t sure I liked cock, even if the guy on the screen kept saying I did. But after that lesson? Call me a cum slut alright!”

Michela smiled at her for a minute straight. She had something about her eyes, they stared off into the distance, and they seemed to suck the light that was supposed to shine on them. Also, she didn’t stop drooling. Her luscious pink lips were nicely lubricated, so much that there was a lisp when she spoke. Jessie thought It was kind of cute.

Michela jumped up from her bed, the tablet falling off her hands, “You should totally follow one of her lessons! They’re so fun, and sexy, and FUN!”

“It’s late,” Jessie said.

“Lessons are whenever!” Michela chirped.

Jessie looked out the window. She couldn’t see much through the crooked blinds, but she could have sworn the redhead from yesterday was still jogging by the fountain… and she didn’t wear shorts. A thought crossed her mind: don’t leave your room.

“I think I’m good, thanks,” Jessie said.

Michela stared at her, disbelief in her face, “Oh! Uhm… It’s just that, Prof. Yoong kind of said lessons are mandatory and that if any bad girl or boy said they didn’t wanna go, I was supposed to tell the dean. Or smother them with my tits! One or the other!”

They were some pretty heavy tits, Jessie had to it. The idea of having them crush her face both excited her and terrified her. She had to come up with an excuse, quick… and just like that, the zoom call rang behind her. Jessie didn’t hesitate to answer. Max appeared on her screen, and of course, he was naked. He stood at the center of the screen, on full attention, his sweaty bare chest heaving with the intensity of one who had just lifted a mountain. The tuft of hair on his pecs had grown even denser.

Jessie took the chance, “I have to study with Max today!”

Michela looked at her, then at the male across the screen, then back at her again. “Oh.. oooh! Yeah alright, you have a “study” sesh!”

Michela giggled, a wicked grin stamped on her wet lips. Her lisp got even worse, “Have fun you two! I’ll bring you some snacks, I won’t snitch… and if you want, I’ve hidden the bigger toy under my pillow. Sorry if I took it from you, but you’re such a greedy slut!” And after that, she turned her heels and hopped out of the room. She didn’t bother closing the door.

Jessie turned to her savior from behind her screen, “Oh thank god, Max you don’t know how much you saved my ass. Things are getting freakier by the second… oh.”

She was interrupted by the sight of his bull sized cock, slowly being stroked by a pair of hairy manly paws.

“Max you look- we should,” Jessie faltered.

“Let’s talk more about that ass I’ve just saved,” he said. His shaft grew even thicker, his nutsack tensed up.

“What… what about it?” Jessie wasn’t sure how to properly react. They had done this already hadn’t they? Just the day before, and it was as exciting as she ed. She had never been an extrovert girl, never kissed a boy, never seen a dick… at least in person.

“Show me how big it is,” Max said, “I wanna see it bounce.”

“Max things are like.. weird and shit. Let’s just… get out…” Jessie lost her thoughts. the sight of his cock really taking a toll on her head. Just how big was it? It wasn’t like that yesterday. before It was nice, long and thick. Now It was beastly, a shaft as long as her forearm, testicles as big as her fists, a head as red as a plum. And so many hairs, on his chest, on his legs, on his chin, on his balls. He was an animal.

“Max what the fuck happened to you?” Jessie said. She was on the verge of tears, and still her hands were pumping the vibrator in and out. Where was the other dildo again?

“I went to class this morning. I know what my role is now,” Max said, “I have a part to play, and so do you. Now shake your ass for me.”

Jessie was going to run, to scream. Then she saw the porn playing in the corner: The raven haired cow laid on the floor, properly fucked, while the male stood tall, imposing… angry. Jessie’s spine shivered, as from his lips thundered three magic words: “YOU ARE A BAD GIRL.”

They resonated around her, within her. She had to make amends.

Jessie turned her chair around and kneeled on it, ass facing the camera. She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t complain, she just moved her hips up and down, letting the clapping of her cheeks fill out the silence. Since when could her butt do that? No, no more questions… she had to do better. Behind her Max was huffin’ and puffin’, she could almost feel it on her pussy. Or was it the porn guy? It didn’t matter, she had to please both. There was a mirror in front of her, just near the corner of the room. She could see; Max was pumping his meat with the grace of a hydraulic press. He barely blinked, fully enthralled by the spectacle in front of him. The porn man was getting sucked off by his devoted cow, and whispered out two magic words: “Good Girl.”

When Michela came back. she was greeted by her roommate’s blank stare, twerking her ass at the screen. The big, pink monster dildo was lodged deep in her fun hole, she could see it bobbing up and down, right beyond the curve of her butt. She must have been clenching at it real hard. A light drizzle ran down from her open lips.

She didn’t ask questions, and didn’t try to stop It. She just cracked open her plus sized basket of chocolate-chip mint ice cream and shoved it in Jessie’s willing mouth.

Someone had to take care of her after all.

Jessie was stirred awake by a soft hand, it caressed her shoulder as if it was made of glass. A dim ray of sunshine shone through the covered windows, still it bothered her eyes; The screen light was all she was used to now. A mint scented breath hovered over her cheek. Right, it was morning again.

“Good mooorning sweetie!” Michela sang,

“Good… uuh,” Jessie said.

“Let’s get you ready,” said her roommate, lifting her up from her wrinkled sheets.

And then, her morning routine played out as usual. Michela fed her first, the insipid white paste tingling her throat. She wondered where the scrumptious goodness had gone? The tasty donuts and the savory junk? She didn’t mind though, the paste was just as good; It made her lips tingle, and swallowing it almost felt like getting fucked. Then again, what did she know about it? Her dildo was all she knew.

After breakfast was done, It was time for makeup. Michela combed her hair, cleaned her face, darkened her eyes, and painted her lips in a oh so yummy purple colored lipstick. It tasted like blueberry, and she always ended up licking it off. And after that, came the final touch; Jessie’s roommate emptied half a bottle of lotion on her hands and proceeded to grease up her tits. It was her favorite part, Michela always liked to play with them, to squeeze them and suck them. By the time she was done her boobs were nicely polished, and she had cum twice.

After all that, Michela put her in front of the desk and turned on the screen; a little peck on her cheek, and she was gone. Jessie really loved Michela, she was a good friend, she took care of her, gave her food and she didn’t snitch on her. Sometimes she’d stick around, sit under the desk and play with her, tongue and fingers beavering away between her thighs. She felt truly safe around her.

On some level Jessie knew how fucked up her life had become. She couldn’t when was the last time she had left her room. Maybe one time, a few weeks back she took a few tentative steps out the door, in the dark-lit corridor, and witnessed one of her fellow coeds being held down to the floor by a band of four naked, drooling females, shoving their phones to her face. They pawed at her tits, tore at her clothes, all the while the poor girl laid down smiling and laughing, her gaping dry eyes glued on the scenes playing in front of her. One of the sluts looked up at Jessie for a moment, then she rushed back inside, back to her desk, back to her porn.

After that, Jessie didn’t dare peek out the door. The man on her screen approved, He told her how safe she was, how good she was. It was incredible how easy he could pacify her, with nothing but a flick of his dick. Jessie was slumped on her chair, enjoying her porn, muscles reduced to jelly, the only movement being the pumping of her hand, and the dildo pistoning her juicy lady bits. A huge titted cow with chestnut hair was getting rightfully dicked down, right in front of her. The moans were so loud.

Porn really had become the center of her mind; All she did was watch porn, from the second she woke up to the moment she fell asleep, and even then she dreamt about porn. If by any chance she happened not to look at her screen, Jessie saw it right behind her eyelids, a constant stream of wet pussies and juicy dicks, forever burned on her retinas.

Then there was Max.

Everyday, at the same time, he’d be there for her. His body had been transformed into something else, something beautiful, more animal than man. His chest had turned into a shaggy mass of chiseled muscles, his shoulders barely fit into the frame anymore, his face had become that of a sculpture. And of course, there was his cock: an iron slab, long enough to put a horse to shame. His demeanor too had changed, his vocabulary was rather lacking: “Show pussy! Shake tits! Want ass!” he shouted during their sessions, all while stroking his monster dick. Truly, he had become nothing but a nut dispenser. Quite aggressive too; last time he waved his dick around like a baseball bat, destroying everything that wasn’t nailed to the ground. Now that she thought about it, when was the last time they exchanged a full proper sentence? She was always too busy huffing and moaning, always doing what he told her to do.

The zoom app came calling, like alway, right on time. “Yay! Big dick time!” Jessie sang, ready to start her favourite part of the day. The blue circle spun in the middle, ready to reveal Max’s glorious tool. Despite her doubts, Jessie truly felt content: Everything she could desire was just within reach, she never had to leave the room; She had her sex toys, plenty of food, her best friend looking after her, Max’s dick was alway within eyesight. What else could she need?

The blue circle disappeared, revealing a sweaty Max giving backshots to a much fuller, much hotter Becca Johnson. Her brown cheeks rippled with each trust of his cock. She stared at the camera with an empty, blissed smile. What had happened to her? Her boobs had turned into a pair of heavy, fat udders, with big dark nipples. They swung underneath her, and kept bumping on the desk’s edge.

“No… no no no no!” Jessie said. This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening. That dick belonged to her! Hers to watch! To ire! To… fuck? She hadn’t even ever touched the damn thing. How could she, if she never left the room? The Porn Man was looking at her, anger in his eyes. He spoke in a booming voice, “BAD GIRL!”

Jessie bolted up from her chair, with some difficulty, her butt had gotten stuck between the handles.

In a rutting panic, she ran for the door, away from porn, and into the outside world.

Jessie was taken aback by the desolation of the female dorm hallways. The blue carpeted floors were littered with torn and damp pieces of clothing, a few occasional snail trails creeping out of a few unlocked doors. She had even peeked inside, hoping (or fearing) to catch another fellow gooner, rubbing her worries away in front of their screen, but no. Not a person in sight, not a moan within earshot.

On the walls were various motivational posters, with persuasive messages such as “Porn is all you need,” and “Squirt your mind away.”

She made an attempt at jogging only to trip flat on her chest; She barely felt the impact. To shield her from the fall was the fattest pair of tits Jessie had ever seen. Feeling all of their weight, she struggled to stand back on her feet. She brought her tiny hands to them, feeling them, squeezing them, marveling at their softness. And It wasn’t just her udders, she grew fat all over. Her ass went from a disposable dumpie to a rump that begged to be slapped. She also had just the right amount of pudge to hold on to.

“Oh my god,” Jessie said.

Finally, she managed to reach the dorm entry hall, where a short, clean shaven kid, with just a hint of hairs above his lips, sat butt naked on a couch, legs wide spread, letting a tanned, taller woman slobber on his shaft. At a closer look, the guy had an impressive set of cock and balls, it comedically clashed with his thin frame. He kept looking forward, mouth hanging open, barely a moan escaping.

Until she noticed Jessie, “Girls shouldn’t be here,” he said in monotone, “Girls sleep with guys. Girls and guys should always fuck. Always, never stop… never stop.”

The slurps and licks grew even louder.

“Who… are you?” Jessie mustered.

“I’m the… pizza boy, stepson, delivery guy or something. Just dumb, big dick. All the cougars can fuck me, It’s all I’m good for.”

And after that, he proceeded to blow a load between the woman’s lips. Impressively, she barely spilled a drop.

“Hmm, good boy,” the milf said. She stood way taller than Jessie imagined. Of course she had a huge pair of milkers, although they dwarfed in comparison, and her feet were encased in a pair of shiny black stiletto heels. They emphasized a toned, slappable butt. If she looked closely, the woman kind of looked like Ms. Tanner. But it couldn’t be, she was seventy nine, with gray hair and cheeks hanging way below her chin. The cougar was stunning, with just the hint of wrinkles around her eyes.

“Let’s take you back,” Ms. Tanner said, grabbing him by the base of his dick, “I want to show you off to the others.”

“Yes ma’am,” He said, letting her drag him outside. As she did, Ms. Tanner made sure to shove a finger up his ass.

Jessie didn’t know what to do. She had a feeling of emptiness inside of her, only Max’s dick could fix that. But if she wanted to fill it, she had to take a step outside, further away from her room, her laptop, her dildos.

She took a deep breath, opened the door and found herself in a porn fantasy.

Male students walked around dressed in tight black straps and skimpy outfits, their hard, long dicks swinging left and right as they walked about. Coeds barely wore anything, letting their tits hang free, ready to be grabbed and fondled. They were all different shapes and sizes, from buff bulls to skinny guys, from fertility idols to lithe little things.

One of the girls waved at her, in nothing but pink frilled stockings, with long goldy locks hair, perky boobs and a fat ass… then Jessie noticed the tiny dick between her legs. Without notice, one stud of a man stood behind her and shoved a foot long dick inside her. She didn’t seem to mind.

The jogger was still running by the fountain, in circles. Her clothes were gone, all she wore were her sneaker shoes. Her body was anything but athletic, a full set of giggly, well placed curves rippled with each step she took. Had she ever stopped running?

There were new decorations around campus; big shiny flat screens shone at every angle, showing impossible, colorful patterns. They were awfully loud, moans and pop tunes melting in ear pinching noise. It was weirdly catching.

On Jessie’s left a short stacked girl with messy brown hair was rubbing her clit right in the open, she kept staring at a couple a few feet away. Of course, the male was a hunk, and was busy pounding a busty african girl, inch after inch of glorious meat plowing her pliant cunny.

“That’s my boyfriend,” The girl said, “He’s just so HOT, isn’t he? Ohh, what I wouldn’t give to suck on those big, juicy nuts of his…”

“Why don’t you just do it?” Jessie asked. She was tempted to do it herself. The brunette eyes shot up in shock, “Me!? Oh nononono, cuck sluts never . Cuck sluts like to watch, never touch, just watch.”

Jessie couldn’t argue against that logic. The girl kept watching her, confusion in her eyes, “Aren’t you, like, one of those animal sluts? Shouldn’t you be in a nest? I heard one of those alpha guys locked himself in the ladies lockers. Dario, wasn’t he? He just walked in a month ago, when they were changing, locked the room and made it his,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. Her fingers never left her clit, “It wasn’t bad or anything, the volleyball team had already turned into a bunch of cows anyway, barely knew how to speak. One day we found the lot of them chowing down the horny paste in the kitchens. Barely anything left for us. At least they got someone taking care of them now. The dean always delivers food to them. The moans coming from there… makes you wonder, one cock, six cunts, how that works?”

“What the fuck is going on?” Jessie snapped. A small sliver of panic managed to surface from her mallowed brain.

“What… Do you mean?” The brunette slut grew more confused. Something in her stare suggested she knew exactly what she meant, “This is… well It’s—”

“Come on honey-pie, don’t lose focus!” The man shouted. He had switched position, now he was lying down, the girl’s ass swallowing his cock as if it was a kit-kat.

“Oh shoot, sorry pumpkin! He’s such a sweetheart, I’m so lucky! Can you believe I was angry he had cheated on me? What a bitch!” The girl smiled, the fear disappearing from her eyes: they might’ve just as well been made of glass.

“Listen, why don’t you go around? I’m sure there’s a few alphas ready to have you. One of them has camped inside the guys dorm, he’s got a whole hallway just for himself,” The girl said. And with that, she went back to enjoying the show. Her boyfriend was fucking the other woman doggystyle now.

Jessie started running, her huge, stupid tits swinging in the way. She needed to flee, go back home, call her mom, and find Max.

Right… Max. She couldn’t leave him behind. He gave her company for weeks, months or whatever, frustratingly rubbing his unlubed dick all the while she had Michela’s mouth keeping her wet. And then she had the galls to feel angry at him when he finally decided to stick his cock into something moist. Jessie stopped dead in her tracks, a noise snapped her in, like a leash on her neck.

A big crowd had formed near one of the screens. Of course, they were all masturbating, even each other, hands stroking and caressing whatever wet genitals they could put their hands on. They all kept staring, unblinking, huffing and moaning. Jessie found herself among them. The shapes it displayed were always shifting, changing and swirling. They seemed to pop out of the screen and wrap around her head, softening her brain, making her think of endless streams of big swinging dicks and plump juicy slits. Jessie saw a big, muscled hand protruding from the thin flat screen, Its fingers closing in on her neck. She felt her feet detach from the ground. She was being pulled in, inside the screen, into the Porn. She wondered if her ass would fit.

A soft, wet and familiar feeling started lapping at her pussy. Jessie looked down, Michela’s big, blue eyes stared back at her. Her lips were puffy, ruby red, and drooled rivers of spit.

Her roommate licked her lips, stood up and grabbed her wrist. She had an insane smile on her face.

“You’re right on time for CLASS!” Michela said. Jessie didn’t respond, she just let her take her away. She didn’t know how to make choices anymore.

Michela knew how to take care of her anyway.

“So, that one is the anal sex class, one of the most attended,” Michela said. She walked Jessie around, giving her a tour of the new facility, her hand tightly gripped around her wrist.

“That one on the left is oral-whore class, second most frequented. Yep, that’s me!” Michela emphasized it by sticking out her tongue. It was a really long tongue, made to grasp, lick and suck. A native american woman walked past her, boobs as big as beach balls. skin as shiny as a doll. She walked in one of the classes, wearing nothing but a feather hat.

“That one over there is raceplay. Kind of hot, but also a bit fucked up. But you know, rule number one: Never judge! Just fuck!” Michela said.

“I don’t… I… I don’t wanna,” Jessie mumbled. She was dripping all over.

“Oh well, I guess you don’t know… But don’t worry! You’re an animal. That’s like, the best fetish. It’s straight fucking and sucking, right down to business, no roleplay and whatnot. You only need one class for that! Enough to erase whatever is left in that stupid brain.”

Finally they made their last stop: Mating 101.

Michela gave her a long and warm hug. Her tits didn’t let her close her arms around her. She also stamped a sloppy, wet kiss on her lips.

“Well, this is our last stop. I’m going to class now, they said they’ll delete what’s left of Michela today. I’ll be a proper mouth hole!” Michela jumped with joy, “Goodbye jessie. It’s been good eating your pussy. You taste like raspberries!”

And with that, Michela skipped her way to class: her way to dying. Sweet Mickey… Jessie didn’t realize how much she meant to her until she had left her alone in the hallway. Was that it? She wouldn’t get another chance to escape. Jessie noticed a girl hunched on the floor. She had her phone glued to her face, jumping up and down a way too big plastic dildo. Jessie snapped her phone away; she barely noticed. She typed her mom’s number. Even in her state, she couldn’t forget it. Always the same number, since she was thirteen years old.

The phone rang. Could it be that easy?

“Hello?” Her mom’s voice spoke from the other side.

“Ma… I need help,” Jessie said.

“Sweety, what’s wrong?” Her mom said. There was a muffled noise in the background.

“Ma, it’s all fucked. People are fucked, the world is fucked, I’M FUCKED!” Jessie vented.

Moans came from the other side, “Hold that in for a moment sweety. Jeffrey, if you want me to drain those balls you better start eating that pussy like your life depended on it. I’m sorry sweety, what’s wrong exactly?”

Jessie sighed, “Nothing wrong ma.”

“Are you sure? You sound awful. Have you been watching Porn?”

“Yeah ma… lots of porn,” Jessie couldn’t even find tears.

“That’s good honey, that’s real good. Porn is so good for us. Now go find yourself a nice dick to ride dry. When the semester is done, I’ll come pick you up myself. Your brother misses you so, do you know he’s the top stud of his class? I think the whole school! Girls line up to have a taste of him. And he’s got a girlfriend too! A little minx she is, tits as big as her head. He brought her home, she’s staying in your room, hope you don’t mind. Hard to keep them separated, he’s got his dick glued to her lips. Do you want to talk to him? Jeffrey dear, your sister’s on the phone…”

Her mom kept babbling on, but the phone had already hit the ground.

Light chatter came from inside the classroom. Jessie stepped in.

“Hello everyone,” Ms.Yoong said, in broken English. She was stereotypically asian, her face was more paint than skin, her pitch black hair were tied in a voluminous knot behind her head and her dress was a half assed pink kimono, that did nothing to cover up her massive tits.

“I will be covering for Mr.Cox today,” She said, “Unfortunately Mr.Cox was too brain-sucked for teaching today. I might have had a hand in it… he really couldn’t stop pounding my cheeks.”

Jessie had been strapped in her chair, a weird contraption, it had two huge dildos sticking from the bottom, one for each hole. She had no trouble tucking them in. There were ten other girls in the class, quietly sitting at their post. They looked much like her: messy hair, fuck-puppet bodies and confused faces. There was only one guy in the class, an eight foot tall beast that barely fit in his seat. His massive cock was being pumped by a soft plastic pump, his balls were being massaged by a set of vibrating cups. He had a visor over his eyes, it shined pink, then blue, then red. A deep grunt escaped his throat, and a pearly white surge spilled from the pump corners. There were a lot of empty seats.

“How the fuck did they find us!?” One of the girls whispered. She had red hair, and for once, she was more ass than tits.

“It was that bitch, Becca!” A blonde girl said, “She was fucking that Max guy behind our back! She led the dean to us!”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Becca sat next to Jessie. She was on the verge of tears, “You all know what it’s like, don’t you!? We’ve been hiding in that cold, dark cellar for months, and even then porn kept shining through the window! It’s everywhere, you can’t escape it, you’re always watching, and it watches back! Always horny, always wet… You wanna act like you’re better than me!? We were all gooning our mind away near that fucking window, eating each others pussies, and you think you’re the ones who resisted!?”

“Fuck you!” the redhead yelled.

“Yeah that’s right! FUCK ME! At least I was useful, scouting outside, looking for food, getting the worst of the exposure. What the fuck did you ever do, Sandra!? You ate, and sucked, and ATE AND SUCKED! I don’t deserve this! I don’t want to become porn, I don’t want to become pooooooooooooh…”

Her visor suddenly lowered on Becca’s face. Her eyes shot open, and drool ran down her gaping lips. And just like that, Becca was gone.

The girls got quiet all of the sudden.

“Ahem,” Ms.Yoong said, “If you’re all done bickering… I see a lot of new faces here. Usually it only takes one or two lessons to fuck up your mind. Thomas here is an exception, but this will be his last lesson. I want you sluts to take a good look at his cock: you’ll all be sucking it in a few hours.”

The girls did look, Jessie included. If it wasn’t for the straps, some of them probably would have jumped him right then and there. Or ran for the door. Jessie wondered if she’d get to choose her owner. She would have liked it to be Max. Maybe when her mom finally came to pick her up, they could bring him along. They’d both get to be family pets. But probably not; She’d end up being Thomas slut instead. His own personal fleshlight.

Ms.Yoong clapped her hands, and all the girls snapped back to attention, “Now, the first few seconds you could feel a slight sting in your temples. But after that, I assure you, you’ll be experiencing pure mind melting bliss.”

Becca moaned loud and clear, as to confirm.

“So… any questions?”

“I WANNA GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” Sandra yelled, before the visor snapped into position. She squirted right away.

“I said questions, not stupid shit,” Ms.Yoong face was as cold as ice.

Jessie spoke up, “Can I be assigned to Max? He’s in the dorms… he’s my friend.”

The girls looked back at her, as if she was insane. Ms.Yoong regarded her with slight interest, “Hmm… sure, why not. Alright, if that is all, goodnight girls!”

A few girls shouted in fear, others sighed in resignation. Jessie didn’t even bother closing her eyes. The dildos inside of her started buzzing with a wild and oh so nice frequency. In an instant, an ocean of colors flooded her mind. The sting was anything but slight, but shorter than she expected.

And after that, came the bliss.

“Alright sweet cheeks, there you are, prince charming’s right that way,” The dean said. He gave her a heavy smack on her ass and sent her on her way.

Of course the slap sent her gushing. Any touch could do that at that point. There was a barricade, made of bunk beds and desks. She had to crawl under it, which proved to be quite challenging. Her tits grew even larger after Porn told her she was a cow. Not that they had ever been any smaller, were they? Her head stung, but that was okay; It never would again. She walked down the musty, humid hallway, looking for the herdmaster. He could smell his musk a hundred yards away. There were many rooms, filled to the brim with cow-sluts just like her, busy eating, sleeping and fucking. It was a cacophony of moans and snores. Some gaped at her, smiled and giggled. They were always happy to see a new face. Porn was playing from a few screens. A few were watching, but they didn’t need to; Porn was always playing in the eyes of their minds.

Finally she reached the end of the hallway, the door laid slightly open. Inside the herdmaster sat in front of the screen, stroking his cock. On the floor laid many of her sisters, huge, happy and cumfilled, like any good cow should be. The herdmaster stopped, turned around… there was recognition in his eyes.

He grabbed his dick, and pointed it torward her new fucktoy. “Fuck it,” He said.

She didn’t hesitate. Five steps forward, and she impaled herself on his cock. Already she felt his cum filling her belly. It felt so good to finally drain some balls. She jumped up and down, howling to the world. A couple of girls roused from their sleep; the master loved the moisture, he wanted his balls to always be wet when he fucked one of the girls. So they put their tongue to work. The herdmaster had a face full of black, fluffy hair.

She didn’t know why, but she felt the need to suck on them.

The screen shone behind his back, but they didn’t need to watch it anymore. Porn was always in their hearts. They didn’t need to think, they need not leave the room.

Porn was all they needed.