The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Melissa opened the front door to her home and kicked her heels off, sighing from how much her feet ached after another long day at work.

She’s worked as an District Manager for a multinational corporation for the past few years, having been promoted just before her bastard of an ex-husband abandoned her and their three children to go off and strike it rich in Vegas. He should’ve wound up dead in a gutter, as per her direct wishes the last time they spoke. Melissa didn’t want anything from him aside from full custody of her now-adult offspring and the house that they lived in, just so she could avoid keeping him in their lives in any capacity, which meant that she didn’t receive a penny in the divorce for alimony or child .

Even after learning from her sister that he’d actually made a large fortune from his gambling exploits across the country, Melissa was happy to have not shared any form of communication whatsoever with that self-centered jackass in almost three years.

Thankfully, she had a Master’s degree in Business Management and a fair amount of tenure at the company she worked for, so it’s not like she needed another source of income to herself and three teenagers at the time, although their spending power was more limited than it once was.

Being sure that her now two daughters and eighteen-year-old son were well taken care of was expensive, with her daughters being especially talented enough to earn scholarships for full-rides through college.

Meanwhile, her intelligent but remarkably lazy son had preferred to spend every waking moment of his time at home playing video games instead of studying and preparing himself for a higher education during his time in high school.

Speaking of the first two devils, Tammy and Gina were sitting around in the living room and greeted Melissa as soon as she walked in through the front door.

“Hey mom.” Tammy said flatly, eating from a bag of chips on the couch with her bare feet kicked up on the coffee table. She was short and thin, and while she looked like an innocent flower on the outside, the young woman wearing a pink tank-top and tight white jeans had the manners of a frat boy and the attitude of an alley cat.

“Rough day?” Gina asked, looking up from her phone in Melissa’s large brown recliner. She was a tall brunette like her mother, only she stood about three inches taller than Melissa, and her personality was that of an angel most of the time.

“Hey girls, and no, not really.” Melissa said, giving them a tired shrug as she forced a smile. “What have you two been up to today?”

“School, dreading school, and thinking about burning the school down.”

“Same.” Tammy grumbled as she crunched on a chip. “God is dead, and so is my will to live.”

“Hang in there, girls.” Melissa rolled her eyes at them as she turned and walked towards the hallway. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

Just before she was out of earshot, Melissa heard Tammy joke with her sister about asking their piece of shit father if he would buy them fake breasts so they could hook rich boyfriends and bail on college. Well, she prayed that they were joking. Melissa’s parents didn’t raise her to be solely dependent on a man to take care of her financially, and she wanted the same for her own daughters.

As soon as she locked the door to her room, Melissa stripped down until she was in her plain white panties and bra, and she then took a moment to ire her reflection in the full-length mirror in one corner of the room.

She was slender and pale, her long brown hair was healthy and shiny in its ponytail form, her small breasts still looked cute and perky, and her big butt was round and shapely from her bi-weekly exercise routines.

Melissa could’ve worked out a bit more often, in truth, but her son was almost always home, and he was always trying to sneak a long look of her body in form-fitting work-out clothes more often that she was comfortable with.

Mike had just recently graduated High school, but instead of finding a college to attend or a job to earn his own spending money since then, he somehow decided that it was in his best interest to do absolutely nothing. Being the pushover she could be at times, Melissa promised that he had one year to take a break from everything to relax, and it felt like he was taking that way too seriously. The boy could at least go out and make some friends, find a girlfriend, or do something that would allow his hard-working mother to have the house to herself some days.

After getting dressed in a more comfortable set of clothes, which included a gray T-shirt and black yoga pants, she headed off to the central bathroom for a quick shower.

Upon entering, Melissa sees her short son Mike standing in front of the sink without any clothes on and vigorously pumping away at his huge dick for all it was worth.

She let out a sharp scream and pulled back into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Jesus, mom!” Mike said, sounding more frustrated than embarrassed. “Can’t you knock first?!”

“Me?!” Melissa shouted, suddenly angry. “Lock the damn door for once!”

This wasn’t the first time she’d caught him watching muted porn on his phone and beating his meat to whatever Japanese cartoon he was lusting over, but since this was technically the fifth time in the last six months, she was somewhat desensitized to it now, and had wasted enough of her breath telling him to be more discreet about it. Melissa stormed off back to her room, deciding that she could just shower in the morning. She had the next day off anyway, so it’s not like she’d be wasting time in her morning routine by doing so.

Besides, the day had, in fact, been long and hard, and she was ready to get some well-deserved shut-eye.

When Saturday morning came, she took her time and showered in peace, not worrying about making it to work on time.

After that, Melissa went to the kitchen to make some coffee and toast, then planted her round rump in the center of the couch and opened up her laptop. As she checked social media and news articles, her daughters came down dressed up and ready for the day, letting Melissa know that Gina was going to drop Tammy off at the mall to meet up with some friends before heading off to play Dungeons and Dragons with her own friends. She handed them one of her credit cards and told them to be safe, and they left the house with giddy thanks.

Mike decided to stumble out from the hallway shortly before noon crept around, not making eye- with his mother as he made his way to the kitchen.

The short young man was wearing a pair of dark-blue sweatpants and a dirty black T-shirt, and his long brown hair was a mess around his head while the dark circles around his eyes told Melissa that he only slept for a few hours last night, if at all.

She was tired of this routine of his.

“Mike.” Melissa said flatly, just before he made it to the kitchen’s entryway. He stopped in place and turned to scowl at her. “Be a dear and go check the mail, please.”

He sighed, but did just that, his back slouched in annoyance.

A minute later, Mike returned with several unopened letters in his left hand while holding something close to his face with the other.

“What’s that?”

“An old phone, I think. One of those with a keyboard you can slide open. I found it laying on the sidewalk…” Mike said, handing his mother the mail upon approach. “Have you ever heard of something called Master PC?”

She shook her head and closed her laptop, not paying any mind to Mike as he wandered off into the kitchen with a strange mix of confusion and curiosity on his face while examining the device’s small screen.

Just as she opened the first letter above the closed laptop in her lap, wondering how high her electric bill was last month, her train of thought was interrupted by a shout from Mike.

“Whoa!”

“Mike?” She called out, but made no move to get up. “Are you okay in there?”

“Uh, y-yeah!” He says from the kitchen. “I almost tripped over myself, is all.”

“Oh... Well, try to be more careful, I guess.” She shrugged, then slowly turned back to the items in her hands.

Melissa pulled out the electric bill, and there’s no surprise as to how high it was.

She liked to keep the house fairly cool at sixty-nine degrees throughout the year, and the hard nipples on her small bare breasts could attest to that fact. Thankfully the laptop on her creamy thighs was keeping her lap warm, or else she would’ve thrown a blanket around her naked body quite some time ago. In fact, she figured that wasn’t such a bad idea, but as she turned to grab the fuzzy maroon throw-blanket on the back of the couch, she spotted her dopey son’s head and bare shoulders sticking out from the kitchen’s entryway while he leered at her with wide eyes and a slaw-jawed expression.

“What’s wrong?”

He blinked a few times as he came out of a daze of sorts, then quickly pulled away and hid in the kitchen once again.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She called out, starting to worry that he was up to something. “You’re acting strange.”

“Y-Yeah!” Mike replied, this time with a nervous laugh. “Don’t worry about it!”

Alright, now she was certain that something was up. Maybe some kind of prank? Melissa set everything down on the table, laptop included, then stood up and made her way towards the kitchen.

When she stepped inside, Melissa was greeted by the sight of a Mike standing in the middle of the kitchen and holding that strange gadget in his trembling hands.

His skinny body was covered in goosebumps while his big dick was hard as a rock and eagerly twitching in the brisk air around them.

Melissa placed her hands on her curvy hips and gave him a serious look that told him he she wasn’t in the mood to play any games.

However, he was too busy staring at his mother’s big fake tits to have the reaction she was expecting.

He usually froze up and/or returned her stern gaze with a bitter expression on his handsome face, but Mike was instead smiling at her. Melissa glanced down and examined her giant tits for a long moment, wondering if there was a dried trail from a coffee droplet that’d leaked from the corner of her overfilled lips, but there was no sign of any such stain on her perfectly-round and extremely heavy breasts. She then glared at Mike, and he finally looked up to meet her gaze, still grinning.

“Alright, fess up.” Melissa said, not bothered in the least that she and her pervy son were standing mere feet away from each other without anything to cover their bodies. They were a family of nudists, after all. Why Mike was acting like he’d never seen her naked before was anyone’s guess, but it was far from normal. “What’s up with you?”

“N-Nothing!” He chuckled with obviously false innocence, then cautiously took a step back as he looked away from Melissa and down to the device in his hands before his fingers began to tap away at its small keyboard with speed and precision. “I was just, uh...”

“Just what?”

“Sorry.” He said, then closed the device and crossed his arms as he looked back up, his gaze flicking between her eyes and her huge plastic tits. “What were you saying?”

“I, uh...” She said, suddenly at a loss for why she was standing around in the kitchen with her son. “I don’t , actually.”

“Oh, okay then.” Mike shrugged, now openly stroking his thick and throbbing member. “Just let me know if it comes back to you.

“Y-Yeah, okay…”

Melissa left the kitchen and went back to the living room, her huge fake boobs wobbling around on her slender torso like a pair of pink bowling balls as she struggled to why she’d left the couch in the first place.

Oh well, she thought to herself with a carefree shrug.

After sitting back down on one end of the couch, Melissa picked up the remote control on the table and switched on the television, the unopened letters and bills sitting on the table now a mere afterthought.

As she flipped through the television guide to see what all was playing on each channel, Melissa instinctively lifted up one leg on the couch and spread her thighs wide apart, exposing her hairless wet pussy for anyone nearby to see. One hand was flipping through digital pages as the other snaked its way down and gently began running its fingers between the plump lips of her sensitive mound. Melissa eventually settled on reruns of a medical drama, a show that was as interesting as it was boring.

Once she was able to put down the remote and use that hand to start messaging one of her big firm tits, the other carefully slid its middle and index fingers deep into her glistening cunt.

It wasn’t long before Melissa stopped paying any attention to the TV altogether, getting lost in the electric sensations she was experiencing. It’d been so long since she actually masturbated in any capacity, and quickly realized that her aching hole was tighter and more tender than expected. Her soft and shameless moans quickly began to increase in volume, and the hand groping her breast eventually wandered down to assist the other.

It began toying with her erect clit while three fingers from the other hand were slipping around inside and actively rubbing away at the MILF’s spongy G-spot.

Melissa’s thoughts drifted towards her younger years, back to her college days where men fawned over her left and right, before she ever met her husband.

She ed old lovers long forgotten, the ones full of ion and youthful energy that they were ready to take out on her very durable young body.

Especially Jerome, the college football team’s quarterback.

The young stud with a big black cock that could fuck for hours on end.

God, those were the fucking days, weren’t they? Back before she had to be responsible, before she was a mother, before she grew old and insecure and desperate for attention enough to blow Mike’s college-fund on her 4000cc implants, the ones that she hadn’t gone out and shown off at bars and clubs for horny idiots like she’d planned on doing before getting them. After the fact, Melissa quickly found out that she was content enough with teasing and torturing her coworkers and bosses at work by simply having them hang out of her half-buttoned jacket in translucent lingerie as she walked around the office in her professional grey pantsuit, unable to hide erotic figure no matter what she did to her outfit.

She was sure that every man there wanted to fuck her senseless, and that every woman either wanted to be her, hated her, or felt a mix of the both.

After several minutes, Melissa’s moans had turned into squeaks and squeals as she thrust her chest out, the whole of her nervous system alive with pleasure that she hadn’t felt in years.

However, the explosive orgasm that pulsed deep and hard within her pussy and up through her spine sent the grown woman’s mind spinning, making her unsure of how long it’d been since she came that hard, if ever.

Breathing heavily and trembling, Melissa eventually opened her teary eyes and looked down, although most of her view was obscured by the gargantuan funbags wobbling around on her chest. She slowly held up both of her hands, each of them absolutely drenched and slick with her juices, then began to mindlessly lick them clean as the glowing pleasure in the pit of her stomach was still buzzing, wondering why it’d been so long since she decided to take care of her needs.

She only sort-of snapped back to reality by Mike’s grunting from afar. Turning towards the kitchen entryway, Melissa saw him leaning up against the frame and having an orgasm of his own as he beat-off to his mother’s lewd display.

His huge dick shot out a couple of thick white globs onto the carpet in front of him, but his shaky knees and the lusty expression on his smiling face told her that his orgasm may have been as strong as her own, but Melissa truly doubted that.

With her mind still in a haze, she rolled her eyes at him and resumed licking her hands clean.

She wished that he wasn’t such a pervert, but a part of her really didn’t care.

Just as she finished licking herself clean, Mike plopped his bare butt down on the opposite end of the couch from where Melissa was sitting.

She turned to see that he was still grinning like an idiot and stroking his ever-erect cock, drinking in the sights of her slender body and giant fake tits. She sighed and crossed your bubbly legs, then gave him a stern look.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Mike froze, his expression instantly shifting into one of nervous fear.

“W-What?”

“Are you seriously not going to clean that up?” Melissa asked, pointing to the spot on the carpet next to the kitchen entryway where his small load of cum was soaking into. “You know better than that!”

He looked over to where she was pointing, back to her, and then smiled as he let go of his cock and slid out the keyboard to the device already in his other hand.

“Oh, that.” Mike snickered, his fingers typing away with his messy brown hair hanging in front of his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m on it...”

She gave him a look, then turned to where his cumstain was on the carpet, seeing that the gooey web of teenage cum had vanished completely.

Startled and confused, she instinctively stood up to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. Melissa’s massive breasts bounced around on her torso with each step she took towards the nonexistent spot on the carpet, then took one foot and rubbed it against the dry spot of carpet. Turning back to Mike, she watched him laugh as a growing sense of unease slowly replaced the warm glow in her midsection.

“Told ya’.” Mike said, smiling wider than ever before. “It’s as good as new, right?”

“What just happened?” Melissa asked. “Where did your cum go?”

That was certainly a question she never expected to leave her swollen bimbo lips.

“With this.” He said, holding up the device he’s been fiddling with. “From what I can tell, this thing rewrites reality in any way I want.”

... At this point, she wasn’t sure which of them were going insane.

“I don’t understand.” Melissa said in almost a whisper. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t either, really. But it’s really cool!” He laughed, then began typing into it. “By default, it makes it so that I’m the only one who notices anything that changes, but I can also do it in a way that lets other people in on the action.”

Again, nothing he said made any sense to her, and that fact was written plain across her expertly painted face. Something deep down in the depths of her mind told Melissa that she should dash across the room, but another part of her was curious as to the possibility of his words. If Mike could alter reality, then he could pretty much do whatever he wanted, which was a weirdly hot thought, she briefly considered.

“Here, watch this.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Meslissa’s heart thumped hard in her chest and she let out a frightened gasp.

Her emotions were all over the place as two sets of memories now danced around within her mind.

With wide eyes, she looked down at the huge fake tits obscuring anything below them and found that was only half-familiar with their existence altogether. She clearly ed having work done to them over the past few years, gradually getting bigger and bigger until she finally had the perfect set of sweater-stretchers for others to lustfully leer at. Another part of her was disgusted by them, unable to wrap half of her brain around why she ever wanted any of that.

These things were just ridiculous!

But, also…

They were kind of sexy?

Turning towards a sizable mirror not too far away along the wall, Melissa’s jaw dropped. The rest of her attractive figure was the same as usual, but the massive tits bolted onto her narrow chest made her look like a living fetish doll. Not only that, but she was naked, completely and utterly naked! She scrambled to try and cover herself up, but all she was able to do was hide her hairless pussy with one hand while she reached around with the other to cover her large thick nipples with its palm and the forearm it belonged to. Nothing about her lewd body could truly be hidden, and the part of her that ed her family’s life choice to be shameful nudists (who were apparently comfortable with masturbating in front of each other) actually felt uncomfortable that she was trying to cover up in the first place.

Melissa spun around to face Mike, who was kicked back in his seat on the couch and watching her with lusty curiosity as the cockhead of his fat dick twitched against his stomach.

She couldn’t help but feel an ache in her pussy at the sight of it, which only caused her panic to grow.

“Cool, right?”

“Cool?!” She screeched, storming over to him as the immense weight of her half-familiar breasts caused her to stumble around on the way. “I-I look like a—... I look like a freak, Mike! Change me back to normal right now!”

Mike looked up at her barely-concealed breasts as she stood over him and shouted with her hands still trying to conceal her intimates to no real avail.

He remained silent, and seemed to be pondering something behind his wide brown eyes and startled expression for a few silent seconds, while Melissa could only feel her face getting redder from a mix of shame, fear, and anger.

She glanced at the device in his hands and imagined snatching such an awful and powerful thing out of his hands, but just before the impulse to do so had fully surfaced, Mike chuckled and looked down at it.

“Alright.” He said with a calm shrug and a disappointed sigh, then began typing. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d get so mad about it.”

“I—...” Having expected the opposite of that response, Melissa was just about to start begging for her life, but she quickly realized that her pervert of a son had actually just agreed to her demands for once. “R-Really?”

Was he being serious, or was he lying in order to stun her long enough to turn her back into a shameless bimbo? Mike was her son, and deep down she knew that he loved her enough not to keep her this way. Maybe the hormonal teen just saw this as some outrageously immature prank, and her reaction may have helped him understand the severity of his actions.

“Yeah, I guess I got carried away there…”

As he finished speaking and typing, Melissa felt the world itself turn upside down in an instant, once again.

The manufactured memories of her surgeries and fake-breasted teasing of others dissolved away into oblivion, completely forgotten.

She was suddenly clothed in the plain gray T-shirt and black yoga pants she had on before, and her figure was completely visible when she looked down past her small and covered breasts. Mike was also wearing his usual sleeping attire as well, and he was looking up into her astonished face with an apologetic frown. It was safe to say that Melissa was in utter disbelief, but also experienced a great dose of relief.

“M-Mike! I’m me again!” She said in both shock and awe, jumping back and enjoying the familiar feelings of wearing comfortable clothes and not having back-breaking boobs.

“Duh.” Mike said with a faint chuckle, then slid the device into a pocket of his dark-blue sweatpants. “I’ll be the first to it that I’m kind of a weirdo, but I’m not a monster or anything.”

Despite the insane situation she found herself in, Melissa felt a slight pang of shame at those words, but who could blame her for freaking out?

“Besides, now that you know you can trust me, I’m guessing that you won’t try to take away my new favorite toy, right?”

Melissa blinked, standing there as a growing sense of unease returned.

Sure, Mike turned her back to normal, but he was still in possession of something that could cause some serious trouble in anyone’s hands…

Mike might not be a monster, but he was a horny teenager.

“I, uh...” She said, trying to be careful with her words. “I do trust you, especially now, and I love you dearly...”

“... But?”

“But…” Melissa began, then cleared her throat as she tried to compose herself. “I think it’d be best if you got rid of that thing, or smashed it, really.”

“Hmm... Nah, I’m good.” Mike confidently stated as he crossed his arms and kicked his feet up on the coffee table.

“Mike...” She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she knew that suggestion probably wouldn’t work as soon as it left her mouth. “I know I’m really not in a position to say anything, and like I said, I do trust you, but you—”

Mike cut his mother off with a familiar and annoying groan of exasperation.

“Relax, mom.” He said, quickly standing up from the couch. “I’m just gonna’ go to my room, magically summon up a buffet of fast food, and then play some video games until I out, so chill out.”

Mike smiled and walked off to his room without another word, leaving Melissa standing in the middle of the living room alone, her mind spinning with all sorts of existential questions and worries regarding a horrifying device that could alter the fabric of reality itself.

“God damnit, Mike...” She mumbled to herself, then walked off towards the kitchen to do some dishes, a task that was always good for taking her mind off of things. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

After that, the afternoon progressed... rather normally, actually.

Melissa did the dishes, finished going through the mail, vacuumed the living room, made herself a light lunch, and then hopped back onto her laptop as she occasionally switched between checking social media and watching TV.

Of course, she wasn’t able to focus on any of it as she wondered if the world around her was shifting without her knowledge.

However, even the Narrator was surprised at the lack of strangeness going forward. It wasn’t mentioning how things were subtly changing into crazy perverted stuff and leaving hints for the Readers to suspect that Mike was up to no good in his room, mainly because no such things were taking place. A relatively normal day followed the situation between Melissa and her perverted son, who could now do literally anything he wanted with the press of a few tiny keys.

Before then, Melissa wouldn’t have ever been able to imagine herself with giant fake breasts and comfortably masturbating in front of her own son like that, and while the memories of her fabricated life had vanished completely, she now ed the moment her clothes disappeared from her body, and the moment when her boring chest began sporting two fleshy objects of desire and lust.

In fact, that’s all Melissa could seem to be thinking about once she finally began to relax on the couch. Each time her eyes glanced down at the computer in her lap, she thought about what the view would look like if two wobbling masses were in the way. She even recalled how they felt like giant rounded gummy-bears when she had squeezed one of them, and especially how amazing her orgasm felt with the kind of sexual freedom she experienced in the moment.

Eventually, she went off into the privacy of the bathroom and stripped down to nothing before turning on the shower for a second time that day. Instead of getting inside, Melissa sat down on the closed toilet lip and tried to mimic what she’d done before, slowly running her gentle fingers between the folds of her plump pussy, moving on to slipping in her index and middle fingers, and soon she was gasping as their pace increased, pumping them in and out of her aching sex while she rubbed her clit with the other hand and bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the moans that wanted to escape her lips. She found that it was much more convenient, and just as pleasurable, to pleasure herself without two huge volleyballs bolted onto her chest. However, and as much as she hated to it it, the weighty feeling of them rocking around was missed, but it wasn’t necessary in order to give herself an orgasm nearly as powerful as the one from earlier.

Breathing heavily, Melissa leaned back against the porcelain tank, her hands trembling and covered with her juices once more. Before, she’d never have done something so dirty as to lick herself clean, but now that she had done it, she decided to try it again with her current mindset. While the taste wasn’t necessarily delicious, the act of doing it was strangely erotic, and when she finished, Melissa glanced around the bathroom and blinked several times as she came down from her blissful high.

For a brief moment, she felt good, relieved even, and for the first time in a very long time, sexually satisfied.

Melissa wasn’t going to easily forgive Mike for what he did to her, but she couldn’t help but feel grateful in a bizarre way for unlocking something deep within her that she’d pushed down for decades.

Then, she began to feel disgusted, recalling how Mike was leering at her and pleasuring his huge cock during her earlier session, and the shower that’d been running cold water suddenly seemed like an ideal place to be.

Then again, he could’ve done so much worse to her with that weapon, but instead refrained from doing anything more than masturbating at the sight of a potential pornstar playing with herself on their couch.

So much was going on now, and Melissa wasn’t sure at all how she felt about Mike having the kinds of powers he now possessed.

The best thing to do now would be to try and compartmentalize it all and wait to see what happens next.

And, if she tread carefully, she might be able to work up the resolve to ask him if he’ll do something about her tiny breasts.