The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Anna sat confidently in Dr. Alan Henderson’s modern office, her reflection caught in a glass cabinet door filled with medical journals. The last time she’d sat in this exact chair, she’d been a different woman—a shy, self-conscious figure who hunched over, trying to make herself smaller, her clothes loose and unflattering as if she were trying to hide. But today, she exuded an aura of self-assured power, an aura that she had gained thanks to a breast augmentation.

Her newly augmented chest pushed confidently against a snug, low-cut silk blouse in deep crimson, emphasizing the curves she now owned with pride. Her blonde hair, usually pulled back in a plain ponytail, was now well loosened and ironed, giving her a very different look than the one it usually wore; a more sensual one so to speak. A fresh French manicure adorned her fingertips, tapping lightly on her thigh as she waited.

Anna’s lips curled into a soft smile when Dr. Henderson entered. The man wore his usual white coat and wire-rimmed glasses, his graying hair immaculately combed. He gave her a professional yet warm smile, setting her chart down on his mahogany desk.

“Anna,” he greeted her. “You look… fabulous.”

For a moment, the doctor was silent, running his eyes over the full figure of young and beautiful Anna. Gone was the insecure girl who sported poor A-cup tits; now, in its place, was a hot seductress with some succulent D-cup explosive melons, something that made her appetizing enough to look at her shamelessly, thing that he did, clearly pretending that he was analyzing those objects of his creation while hiding his enormous erection thanks to the long white coat he was wearing.

“How have you been feeling since the surgery?”

Anna’s smile widened, and she leaned forward, her manicured hands clasped in excitement. “Doctor, I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am. Before, I felt so… invisible. I wouldn’t wear anything that drew attention. I avoided mirrors. But now?” She gestured at her body, her eyes sparkling as she took both twins with her hands to show them at her doctor. “I feel powerful. Confident. It’s like I’ve stepped into a new version of myself.”

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Henderson nodded. “You’ve healed beautifully, and your results are perfect, just as we planned.” He paused, then added, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to run a few routine tests. It’s standard practice, of course, especially since you’ve had a major procedure.”

Anna’s eyebrow arched, but she gave a small, trusting nod. “Of course. Whatever you need to do.”

With slow steps, he moved to a side cabinet, unlocking a drawer and pulling out a small, odd-looking helmet device. It was round, silver and embedded with thin wires and tiny, circular pads. Anna tilted her head, intrigued and slightly amused.

“What is that?” she asked, a light laugh escaping her lips.

Dr. Henderson held the device up, smiling reassuringly. “This is a neural activity scanner,” he explained, his tone perfectly clinical. “It checks brainwave patterns and ensures that the post-op healing process hasn’t caused any irregularities. Completely non-invasive and harmless.”

Anna nodded, curiosity and a small hint of nervousness dancing in her eyes. “Alright,” she agreed. “Whatever you say, Doc.”

Dr. Henderson approached, his hands surprisingly gentle as he placed the helmet over her head. The pads pressed lightly against her scalp, and she adjusted her hair, making sure it wasn’t caught awkwardly.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes,” Anna replied, though she couldn’t even understand why he made her wear something like that. It had been a breast operation after all, not a head one. Dismissing these thoughts, she curiously asked: “What now?”

“Just a moment,” he said, moving to a tablet on his desk. His fingers tapped a series of commands, and Anna’s gaze followed him. “You might feel a brief tingling sensation, but nothing to worry about. Just a second... And now, Voila!” he screamed, activating the device on her head.

“Okay,” she said, her voice trailing off. “I trust y—”

Before she could finish the sentence, a soft, barely perceptible sound filled the room. Anna’s eyes widened slightly, and then, everything went blank. Her vision lost focus, and the muscles in her face relaxed. Her manicured hands, once so lively, now lay limp in her lap. The sparkle in her eyes vanished, leaving a dull, empty stare.

Dr. Henderson watched as Anna’s mouth parted slightly, the confident woman she had become reduced to a mindless shell in an instant. Her breathing remained steady, but her expression was devoid of emotion, of thought.

He approached her, testing the waters. “Anna, can you hear me?”

Her lips twitched, and after a long pause, she responded, her voice monotone and devoid of feeling. “Yes, doctor. I hear you.”

“Good. You’ve become quite a spectacle, haven’t you? Confident, powerful… And you know why, my dear? Not for you, but for me. You’re going to listen to me. You are going to obey.”

Her words came out soft and loaded with new purpose. “I’m going to obey.”

“Remove your clothes,” he ordered.

For a brief moment, there was no reaction. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Anna’s hands moved to unbutton her crimson blouse. Her fingers worked slowly, methodically, without the grace or enthusiasm she had displayed earlier. As the blouse slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor, her smooth, tanned skin was revealed along with a lacy black bra that emphasized her new assets. Next, she unzipped her fitted skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. She stood there in her lingerie, waiting for further instructions.

“Wonderful,” Henderson said. “Now your bra.”

With the same slowness, the young woman ran her hands behind her bra, and after a gentle tug on the latch, she pulled forward, letting the piece fall and show her incredible new breasts to her doctor.

The bra had barely fallen to the floor when Henderson, driven by lust, began to massage those round ripe oranges that were waiting for him. ing his hands through each one, he saw how the temperature in them grew. Visibly, Anna was enjoying the touch, whether she liked it or not.

“They’re perfect,” Henderson said, getting almost to his knees and running his tongue down the middle of her cleavage. “Of all the tits I’ve put my hands on, I must it yours have been my favorite.”

Anna remained silent while the man delighted in something she was proud of; the fact that those breasts of her pride were now being used to please a man she didn’t even desire not crossing her mind in the slightest.

“And since I gave you this gift, it’s only fair that you give me proper thanks, isn’t it, Anna?”

Confused, she looked at the doctor without saying anything, but after another few seconds, she reacted again. “How can I thank you, doctor?”

“It’s good that you asked, my hot busty slut. Lie down on the couch, and make sure you hold those tits tight for me.”

With her tits bouncing deliciously with every step, Anna lay back on the couch, letting them try to escape to each of her sides. Just as the doctor ordered, she took each of them in her hands and brought them together, squeezing them against each other.

“And now,” Henderson said with his cock already out and pointing at Anna’s tits. “Just relax and hold your ground, understand?”

“Understood, doctor.”

Positioning himself above her, Henderson pushed his cock right in the middle of those great tits. Anna’s chest quivered under the pressure, and a faint gasp escaped her lips: “Ah…” The sound was soft, but it was there—a reflex her body couldn’t suppress, even as her mind remained blank.

That moan, so soft and delicate, was enough to turn Henderson on, who, guided by the pleasure that the young woman was feeling, pushed forward with all his strength, causing his cock to collide with her chin. With the distance traveled, he stepped back, letting everything up to the tip come out, and just when he was about to lose with those skin mounds, he pushed again, masturbating deliciously with that pair of hot twins.

“Just stay still,” he said, still pushing hard on her tits.

“Yes, Doctor,” Anna replied mechanically, her body obedient even as powerful tremors rippled through her chest.

With Anna still, Henderson changed the pace, this time taking a slow, deliberate ram, pressing gently but firmly along her skin. The sensation was strange, unfamiliar, and Anna’s body responded instinctively. Her lips parted slightly, and another quiet sound escaped. “Mmm…” It was soft at first, almost hesitant, but as Dr. Henderson continued to move his cock, the noise grew louder, more pronounced.

“Ahh… mmm…” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

The cock continued its work, threatening to open the position Anna obediently held, each thrust making her nipples hard and pointy. Accompanying the doctor’s movements, she continued moaning in a more natural way, thus surrendering to the natural instincts of her body that told her how delicious it was to have a cock in the valley of her tits.

Her lips quivered, and her voice grew breathier. “Ah… ahh… mmm…”

“You’re quite sensitive,” Dr. Henderson stated without even stopping. “That’s a good sign.”

A faint tremble ran through her frame, and the soft gasps escaping her lips became more frequent. “Oh… doctor… mmm…”

After spending several minutes with the cock between her tits, they finally began to sweat from the work done, thus allowing the man’s rod to slide much more easily. Well into the moment, he took her hands and forced her to squeeze her tits even more, almost suffocating his cock with a warm and exciting pressure at the same time.

Without saying anything, Henderson continued thrusting in and out until his cock turned a deep red color and began to throb.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” he instructed, knowing the breaking point was near. “Open wide so you can swallow it all.”

As expected, Anna opened as much as she could and waited patiently for the liquid to come out, her bright blue eyes fixed on Henderson’s. Thanks to the fantastic milking that her tits were giving to that insistent cock, the first jet came out, which with good aim landed on her tongue. Swallowing quickly and without closing her mouth, she held back a second and a third squirt, which reached her throat. A fourth almost entered, but this one was weaker and only reached her lips; but even so, she, now turned into a cum devourer, licked her lips, finishing all the load in a single bite.

“Well done,” he said calmly, taking his sticky meat piece out of her sweaty cleavage. “Thank you for your patience, Anna,” he continued, his tone composed. “You’ve done very well.”

Anna lay still for a moment, her chest heaving as her body gradually calmed. Her lips parted one last time, releasing a soft, lingering moan. “Mmm… thank you, Doctor,” she replied, her voice mechanical but breathy.

“You may sit up and get dressed now,” he instructed.

Getting up slowly, she was stopped by Henderson, who saw a little drop of cum staining part of her mouth.

“You missed this one,” he said, taking the stain with his finger and guiding the tip into her mouth. As if already knowing what she had to do, she licked dutifully, her eyes still glued to his.

“That’s a good girl.”

After finishing the cum, she began to redress herself. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and the strange sensations lingered on her skin, but her mind remained blank, obedient, and unaware. When she had finished dressing, she stood before Dr. Henderson, her hands at her sides, awaiting further instructions.

“Now, let’s take this off of you,” he said, taking the helmet off her head.

With a smile, Henderson sat on the other side of his desk and waited. Normally, it took a few minutes for the victims of his helmet to return to normal, so waiting calmly, he kept watching her to see when she would become herself again.

After a few minutes, her eyes blinked rapidly.

“Oh!” she shouted softly, regaining her free will. With a confused look, she looked around the place, as if trying to find the answer for an unknown question. Struggling with this, she returned to look at him. “I think I got lost doctor. What were you telling me?”

“You’ve done very well today, Anna,” he said with a small, professional smile. “But I think we’ll need more appointments just to be sure everything is still ok. When you leave, tell my assistant to schedule you for next week. Ok?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

With Anna leaving with a confident smile and not knowing what happened inside that office, Henderson received a call from his intercom.

“Yeah?”

The voice of his assistant, sweet and jovial, greeted him. “Dr. Henderson, you have another patient.”

“Send her in, Molly,” he said and then hung up.

Reclining in his comfortable chair, he waited for his new victim, rather, patient, to enter.

“Nothing but a good pair of tits to enjoy the afternoon,” he laughed maliciously.

To be continued…