The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 1

Drake Industries as a company was at the forefront of technological marvels. Margot Drake had been a cutthroat woman ever since the day she had first started the business and neither age nor success had softened her stance on how she wanted the business to be run, with ruthless efficiency. Which is what made Callum Drake an outlier. He was her own flesh and blood, and yet he was unremarkable in every way. Callum was by no means a slouch. Fresh out of high school, the 18 year old had been top of his class, loved by all of his teachers, and yet he wasn’t enough for Margot. She would always be disappointed in him, no matter what he did. Callum had made peace with that. That did not mean it stung any less.

Right now as he stood in front of her desk, there was nothing he could do but grit his teeth and keep his eyes down. The office itself was a reflection of the woman who owned it. Everything was clean lines and expensive materials. Dark wood, glass, and the kind of authority that surrounded her every move. The air conditioning hummed low. Papers were stacked in perfect order. Even the chair Callum had been told to sit in felt like it had been chosen specifically to make whoever occupied it feel smaller.

“Do you have any idea how important this project is for us…?” Margot spoke coldly, her voice strangely detached and yet still managing to communicate her disappointment. “Jester’s Imaginarium rarely collaborates with other companies and yet they trusted us with this consignment. Do you have ANY idea how much convincing it took?”

Callum knew this project was important for his mother. He didn’t need reminding. He hoped to just take over the company soon and run things his way. But he knew it would be decades before his mother let him have anything. The thought sat heavy in his chest the same way it always did. He kept his eyes on the edge of the desk and waited for the rest of it.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Callum!”

Meekly Callum looked up at the figure seated at the table. His mother was a drop dead gorgeous woman who looked no older than 30. Her dark chestnut hair was slicked back into a large low bun that sat neatly at the base of her skull. Not a single strand out of place. The style pulled the skin of her face just tight enough to make her cheekbones sharper and her mouth look fuller. Her hazel eyes were cold as they fixed on him. She wore a white blouse that had been tailored within an inch of its life. The fabric stretched across the heavy swell of her tits, the buttons under just enough strain that the soft inner curves of them were visible whenever she shifted even slightly. A black pencil skirt hugged her waist and the thick flare of her hips before ending just above the knee. Her legs were crossed, one expensive heel dangling slightly. She looked like power given a body, and she knew it.

Callum felt the familiar mix of irritation and reluctant awareness settle in his gut. He hated how good she looked. He hated that even now, while she was dressing him down, part of him still noticed the way the blouse pulled across her chest and the way her thighs pressed together under the desk.

“I will check with the research team and see if they’ve made any progress, Mom.” Callum said softly.

“Mom?” Margot’s voice stayed level but the single word carried weight. “How many times do I have to remind you, Callum. When you’re at work, I am not your mother. I am your boss. I am Miss Drake to you. Am I clear on this?”

Callum gritted his teeth. He knew there was no point in fighting this beast. The argument never went anywhere useful. It only prolonged the humiliation. He forced the words out.

“Yess… Miss Drake.”

“That’s better. Now go and make yourself useful…” Margot said dismissively as she waved her hand and didn’t even look at him as she got back to the papers on her desk. The dismissal was complete. She had already moved on. Callum was no longer worth the oxygen.

Callum, thoroughly humiliated, got up from the chair and silently left her office. The door shut behind him with a soft click. He stood there for a second in the quiet hallway and covered his face with both hands as he sighed deeply. The skin of his palms felt warm against his eyes. Is this what the next 10-20 years of his life was going to look like? Standing in front of that desk. Getting told he wasn’t enough. Being corrected for the crime of calling her Mom. Waiting for the day she finally decided he had earned the right to do more than fetch progress reports. The thought made him sick.

“Ummm… Callum?”

He heard a soft voice from beside him and dropped his hands. He turned around to look at the source of the voice.

Liora.

The short nerdy woman would “run into” Callum at least a few times every day. Callum knew these meets weren’t so random. The senior lab technician had a crush on him. It was obvious in the way her eyes lingered and the way she always seemed to find a reason to be in the same hallway at the same time. He was cute in a nerdy kind of way, people often told her that she looked like Velma from Scooby Doo. And she kinda did. The thick black-framed glasses. The dark auburn hair that never quite stayed in the messy bun she tried to keep it in. The soft freckles across her nose. The way she bit her lip when she was nervous. She was stacked up top like Velma too, something Callum appreciated as he stared at them when he needed a pick me up. Right now those heavy soft tits were pressing against the fabric of her pale blue blouse, the top button undone just enough. He stared at them.

“Callum?” Liora spoke again, blushing slightly as she definitely noticed him staring at her tits but clearly didn’t mind too much. Her cheeks had gone a light pink. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with one finger and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“Yea-yeah, Liora?” Callum responded. His voice came out a little rougher than he intended. The leftover frustration from the office was still sitting under his skin.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with Miss Drake…” she said shyly. Her eyes flicked toward the closed office door and then back to him. “I think I can help you…”

Callum blinked. Help him? The idea was almost funny. No one helped him with Margot. People either stayed out of her way or did exactly what she said. He studied Liora’s face for a second. She looked serious. Nervous, but serious.

“Help me? How?” Callum asked, confused.

Liora glanced around the hallway like she was checking to make sure no one else was close enough to hear. Then she stepped a little nearer. Close enough that he could smell the faint clean scent of whatever soap she used and see the way her blouse shifted when she breathed.

“I have managed to create a working prototype,” she said, voice dropping lower. “I can show it to you.”

Callum followed Liora steadily through the quiet corridors of Drake Industries. The late hour meant most of the floors had already emptied out, leaving only the low hum of the building’s systems and the occasional distant click of a door. He kept a half-step behind her, watching the sway of her hips under the pencil skirt without really meaning to. His mind was still half stuck in the office with Margot.

He hadn’t known what the exact product was that they had been working on. His mother had told him that it was above his pay grade and that had been that. No further discussion. No explanation. Just the same cold dismissal she always used when she decided he didn’t need to know something. Callum had tried looking into the company, Jester’s Imaginarium, but strangely enough, no matter how much he tried to look, no information came up. Nothing public. Nothing useful. Not even the usual press releases or vague product pages that every tech firm put out. With how much his mother stressed on how important the collaboration was, he’d expected more of a presence. Some footprint. Something.

The secrecy felt wrong to him. It always had. He walked a few more steps in silence, the soles of his shoes soft against the polished floor, and let the thought turn over. Had his mother always been so stuck up? A part of him felt that she hadn’t been the case. There were old memories, soft ones, of a different version of her. Smiles that reached her eyes. Hands that ruffled his hair instead of pointing him toward the door. But as soon as the thought came to his mind it was pushed aside. Had he meant to push it away? He wasn’t sure. The feeling left a sour taste anyway.

“We’re here!” Liora spoke in front of him.

Callum looked up to see that the two of them were standing in front of a closed metal door in the research division. He had been to the research division many times and yet never seen this section. The hallway here was narrower, the lighting colder, the walls bare of the usual motivational posters and project boards. Just clean metal and a single heavy door with a biometric scanner set into the frame beside it. Liora kept her right hand on the scanner. A soft beep sounded, the light turned green, and the doors slid open with a quiet hydraulic hiss.

The two of them stepped inside as the doors shut behind them. The room was small. Smaller than Callum expected for something Margot treated like the future of the company. The walls were plain white, the floor the same polished material as the hallway. In the center sat a small pedestal, and on it was a small remote-control-looking device with a few thin wires attached to it. The whole setup looked almost unfinished, like someone had left it mid-test.

Callum stepped closer, curiosity cutting through the leftover irritation from the office.

“Is this the big project Mom can’t shut up about? What kind of fancy remote control is this?” he laughed, the sound a little sharper than he intended.

Liora moved up beside the pedestal, her eyes bright behind the thick glasses. “Oh! No no Callum, this is a very special remote. It has the ability to alter reality!”

She spoke in awe, like she was still half in disbelief herself. Callum looked at the woman as if she was crazy. The words hung in the small room and sounded exactly as ridiculous as they were.

“Uhh what? Are you on drugs or something?”

“Callum! Take this seriously.” Liora’s voice tightened. She pushed her glasses up again, a nervous habit. “You have no idea what these people are capable of. The things I’ve used in making this… I didn’t think materials like this could exist…”

She kept talking, her tone distant, almost reverent. Callum only half-listened. His attention had already drifted back to the device on the pedestal. It looked ordinary enough at first glance, black casing, a few buttons, nothing that screamed magic. He reached out and grabbed the remote, disconnecting the wires connected to it with a small tug. The wires fell loose against the pedestal. The remote sat light in his hand, warmer than he expected, like it had been running.

He turned it over, studying it. There were three buttons on the face, each labelled in small clean text: unaware, aware but obedient, and fully aware. On the side, near where his thumb naturally rested, there was something like a small mic. On the opposite end a tiny transmitter lens sat flush with the casing.

“So how does this work? What’s with all these weird buttons?” Callum said as he looked over the device, turning it over in his hand again.

Liora stepped closer, close enough that he could feel the faint heat of her body. “Well there are three settings. I wasn’t quite sure what the use case is for this device but basically if you press down one of the buttons and speak into the mic, the device can warp the target’s reality to match whatever input you’re providing while keeping their mind at the selected level of awareness.”

Callum could not believe his ears. That sounded like straight-up magic. Could something like that really exist? The whole explanation felt like it belonged in a bad late-night movie, not in a sealed lab under his mother’s company. He stared at the three buttons again. Unaware. Aware but obedient. Fully aware.

He felt a short, reckless laugh build in his chest.

“Hahaha what nonsense. So if I press this button…” He pressed the fully aware button with his thumb. The small click felt louder than it should have in the quiet room. “…and say Stress relief toy…” He lifted the remote and pointed it straight at Liora. “…It’ll warp reality for you?”

Liora’s eyes had gone wide the second Callum pressed the button. She started to close the gap between them, one hand lifting like she meant to stop him, but she was too late. A thin beam of light shot out of the transmitter end of the remote and hit her square in the chest. The light expanded fast, enveloping the nerdy woman in a soft white glow that filled the small room for a second and then collapsed inward.

When the light hit her, Liora’s body jerked hard in place. Callum watched it happen right in front of him.

Her clothes went first. The blouse that had been stretched across her heavy tits simply thinned and faded, the fabric turning translucent before it vanished completely. The pencil skirt followed, peeling away from her thick hips and soft thighs until there was nothing left. Her bra and panties disappeared last, gone in the same slow dissolve. In a few seconds she was standing completely naked in the middle of the small lab.

Then her skin changed. It started at her feet and crawled upward in a smooth wave. The soft, living texture of her legs turned rubbery, slightly glossy, denser, the kind of material that would give under fingers but never quite feel like real flesh. The change moved over her thick thighs, across the soft curve of her belly, up the heavy swell of her tits and finally over her arms and face. By the time it finished, every inch of her was rubber.

Her arms started moving next. They lifted on their own, hands coming up to rest seductively on her own shoulders. Fingers curled inward, pushing her massive rubber tits higher so the heavy soft weight of them sat up on her chest. The pose locked in place like it had always been there.

Then her face changed. The nervous, slightly awkward expression she always wore melted away. A big derpy smile spread across her mouth, wide and empty and completely wrong on her. Her eyes went glassy behind the thick black-framed glasses that somehow stayed put.

Callum stared. The whole transformation had happened in front of his eyes, piece by piece.

“L-Liora?” Callum said as he stepped closer to her.

No response. The derpy smile stayed fixed. Her eyes were open and glassy behind the lenses, staring past him at nothing.

Instinctively he reached out to touch her face, to shake her out of this strange state. His fingers brushed her cheek. The skin under his hand didn’t feel like skin. It was smooth and slightly yielding in a way that was immediately wrong. He pressed harder. The flesh gave under his fingertips with a soft, unnatural resistance.

Rubber.

Her body was made of rubber.

Callum looked down at the device in his hand, then back at the naked woman standing in the middle of the room with her tits pushed up and that empty smile locked in place. Liora hadn’t been lying. This remote really could alter reality. The proof was standing right in front of him, warm and soft and completely still.

But making the busty girl naked? He’d said something stupid like a stress relief toy. So what was this?

He thought for only a second before he saw her tits again, the way they sat heavy and full under her own hands, the open posture, the welcoming frozen smile. He knew the remote had given him exactly what he needed.

Slipping the remote into his pocket, he stepped forward and grabbed her huge boobies in both hands. His fingers sank into the soft rubber flesh and he squeezed hard. Callum had touched tits before, but the feeling of Liora’s massive rubber titties was different. They were dense and pliant at the same time, the material warm like real skin but without any of the give of actual muscle or fat underneath. He squeezed again, harder, watching the soft rubber deform around his fingers. A short, involuntary sound left his throat, something close to a child’s delighted squeal. This was relieving his stress alright.

He switched grips, lifting one tit and then the other, feeling the weight of them. Then he drew one hand back and punched the soft rubber funbag. The heavy breast bounced and jiggled under the impact, the material absorbing the hit without any real resistance. Liora didn’t react. The derpy smile stayed exactly where it was. Her hands remained on her shoulders. He punched the other one, harder this time, and watched it bounce. Another short laugh slipped out of him. Damn, this sure is fun.

Mom will definitely appreciate this.

The thought formed clean and automatic. Then, almost on top of it, an even better thought entered his mind as he looked at Liora’s frozen doll-like smile. With something so overpowered like this, why did he even need his mother’s approval?

Callum pressed the fully aware button again as he said “Uhh back to normal?” and pointed the device at Liora. The same thin beam of light shot out and wrapped around her. When it faded she was standing there fully clothed again, blouse and skirt back in place like nothing had happened. Her face was flushed deep red. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, hands pressing against the heavy swell of her tits as if she could still feel his fingers on them.

“CALLUM! Why did you do that!” Her voice came out sharp, but it cracked at the edges. “I could feel everything, you know. It was so strange. I felt stuck inside my own body. Please never do that again. Give the device back to me.”

Callum could tell the anger was mostly for show. The way her eyes kept flicking down to his hands, the way her breathing hadn’t quite settled, the way she didn’t step back when he stayed close. She had enjoyed the fact that he wanted to touch her. The protest was real enough, but underneath it was arousal and hunger that she wasn’t ready to it out loud.

He already had other ideas.

He raised the remote toward her again, this time pressing the unaware button. He spoke clearly into the small mic on the side.

“A Liora who doesn’t know this device exists and I’ve taken it.”

Her face showed clear betrayal for only a second, eyes widening, mouth opening like she was about to shout, before the light enveloped her once more. When it subsided she blinked at him with mild confusion, head tilted slightly.

“Uhhh Callum? What are you doing here and what’s that in your hand?”

Callum smiled. The expression felt easy on his face for the first time all day.

“Oh this? Nothing. Just a normal remote. I can leave here with this, right?”

Liora kept looking at him, confusion still sitting in her eyes behind the thick glasses. She gave a small, awkward smile and shrugged one shoulder.

“Uhh yeah, I don’t see why not?”

“I’ll see you later then, Liora.”

He turned and walked out without waiting for more. Behind him, Liora scratched her head.

What was she doing in the prototype room? The thought drifted through her mind without sticking. Was she working on something? She didn’t quite things clearly. The details felt slippery, like trying to hold water. After a moment she simply turned and left the small room herself, already forgetting why she had come in the first place.

Callum walked the corridors toward his mother’s office with a spring in his step that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. The remote sat, warm in his pocket. Every few steps his fingers brushed against it just to make sure it was still real. He knew exactly how he was going to fuck with the bitch of a woman sitting behind that desk. All the years of cold orders, the constant reminders that he wasn’t enough, the way she made him call her Miss Drake like he was just another employee, none of it mattered now. He had the leverage.

He would usually have to knock and wait for her to call him in. The ritual had always grated on him. Standing in the hallway like a kid waiting to be summoned. Not today. He reached the heavy office door, lifted one foot, and shoved it open with the sole of his shoe. The door swung wide. He slid inside with a loose, almost theatrical step, letting it close behind him.

Margot looked up from her papers. The stern look of anger was already forming on her face, the same expression she always wore when he interrupted her without permission. Her mouth opened, ready to chastise him, ready to remind him of his place.

She never got the words out.

Callum already had the remote raised, thumb on the button, the small lens pointed straight at her.

“STEPFORD MILF!!”

The beam of light left the device and enveloped Margot Drake completely.