The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Fairy Girl and L-Man sat side by side, a sultry tension filling the air as they faced their instructor, the enigmatic Mr. Trance-Man. A master of female strategy and combat, he held their undivided attention.

“So, you believe that stretching my pelvis will enhance my kicking prowess?” Fairy Girl inquired, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism.

“Indeed, my dear. Even before your induction into the Heroic League, I’ve observed your training and noticed a slight weakness,” Trance-Man explained, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of intrigue and authority. “It may seem insignificant to the untrained eye, but for a hero of your caliber, it could mean the difference between life and death.”

“But I am not just anyone,” Fairy Girl asserted, her tone turning defiant. “I am Fairy Girl, the dawn avenger, bringing justice to the morning sky. My reputation precedes me.”

“Precisely why we must address this immediately,” Trance-Man insisted, his voice deep and commanding. “A villain could exploit this weakness, and the consequences could be fatal. We need to begin the stretching exercises without delay.”

Fairy Girl’s curiosity piqued, and she leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Very well, enlighten me. I thought I had already achieved peak flexibility.” She demonstrated her agility by gracefully lifting one leg and placing her foot behind her head.

“That display of flexibility is impressive, but it’s external,” Trance-Man clarified, his gaze intense. “What we need to focus on is internal flexibility, an art that requires guidance. Come, take a seat here.” He gestured to the chair he had been occupying, his intent clear.

Fairy Girl complied, her heart racing as she sat down. “How will this help me?” she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.

“Remove your boots, honey” he instructed, his voice like velvet. “Relaxation is key.”

The voluptuous blonde complied, her fingers deftly unlacing the blue boots that hugged her calves. Her toenails, painted a sultry shade of crimson, added a touch of allure to the scene. As she set the boots aside, a sense of liberation washed over her.

“Excellent, Fairy.” Trance-Man’s eyes glinted with approval. “Allow me to assist you further.” With a dramatic flourish, he lowered his pants, revealing a thick, veiny cock that seemed to pulse with power. Fairy Girl’s eyes widened at the sight, her breath catching in her throat.

L-Man seethed with anger, his gaze darting between his wife’s captivated expression and Trance-Man’s brazen display. Fairy Girl, however, paid her husband’s reaction no mind, her focus entirely on the erotic spectacle before her.

“I, mmn... You certainly have a magnificent cock,” she purred, her eyes tracing the length of his manhood.

Trance-Man stroked his cock with a confident hand, the veins throbbing with each caress. “You approve, I see.” His voice was laced with a hint of smug satisfaction.

Fairy Girl bit her lip, her eyes locked on his cock as she licked her lips involuntarily.

“Fairy Girl,” Trance-Man’s voice cut through her lust-filled haze, “focus. Look into my eyes. , this is a collaborative effort. I am here to stretch your body, but you must concentrate on your pelvis. Do you understand the importance of this?”

Fairy Girl swallowed hard, her throat dry as she nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving his.

“Excellent.” Trance-Man’s voice was laced with satisfaction. “Now, let us begin. Assume the position, Fairy.”

She lifted her legs, the soles of her feet facing the ceiling, her body relaxed on the couch. Trance-Man positioned himself between her thighs, his eyes fixed on the scant fabric that guarded her most intimate treasure.

“NOOO!” L-Man’s voice cracked with rage, his fists clenching as he witnessed the impending penetration.

Unfazed, Trance-Man turned to him and asked, “Is there an issue, L-Man?” His tone was calm, yet laced with a subtle challenge.

L-Man, despite his impressive stature, his ability to fly, and his meteor-deflecting powers, felt dwarfed by the situation. He lowered his gaze, his voice shaking as he muttered, “Nn-nn-no.”

“Is that all you have to say?” Fairy Girl’s voice dripped with scorn. “Perhaps it’s best if you remain silent, Brandon.”

“Ssshhh!” L-Man’s eyes widened, his voice laced with panic. “You shouldn’t utter the real names of superheroes so casually.”

“My apologies,” Fairy Girl purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s just that Brandon Dove is such an insufferable fool.”

Hearing his full name roll off her tongue sent a jolt of arousal through L-Man’s body, and he felt a flush of shame.

“Indeed, he is a fool,” Trance-Man agreed, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “And I have a proposition that will truly vex that idiot Brandon.” He leaned closer, his eyes locking with Fairy’s, who was now visibly wet with anticipation. “When I wink at you, I want you to shout with every fiber of your being: ‘Oh yes! Fuck me hard, Trance!’”

“But we’re not actually going to... you know?” Fairy Girl’s voice trailed off, a mix of excitement and uncertainty in her eyes.

“Of course not, my dear,” Trance-Man assured her, his voice smooth as silk. “It’s merely a stretch, but it will infuriate that imbecile Brandon.”

Fairy Girl’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she winked back at him, her nose crinkling in a playful gesture of collusion. “Very well, let’s proceed.”

Trance-Man and Fairy Girl paused, taking a deep breath as they prepared for their performance of revenge. Fairy Girl’s mind raced with conflicting thoughts. While she had no intention of physically cheating on L-Man, the thought of feigning ion with Trance-Man sent a thrill through her body. L-Man’s dismissive attitude had stung, and she relished the opportunity to make him squirm.

“I am about to give you the fuck of a lifetime, you naughty fairy slut,” Trance-Man whispered, his eyes darkening with desire. “Looser-Man will be a distant memory, banished from your heroic pussy forever. Are you ready for an experience that will leave you breathless?” He finished with a suggestive wink.

Fairy Girl, impressed by her trainer’s dramatic flair, knew she had to match his performance. “Oh yes!” she exclaimed, her voice thick with feigned desire. “Fuck me hard, Trance-Man. Fuck me until I lose all sense of reality!”

L-Man, his body rigid with tension, considered objecting, but the ‘L’ in his name, though not standing for ‘looser,’ certainly reflected how he felt at that moment. Small, diminished, and ashamed, he knew he had failed to understand his wife’s needs. He wanted to her, but his inability to do so left him with no choice but to watch.

Her naked thighs and ass glistened with pussy juice, a testament to the intense pleasure she had just experienced. Her face wore an expression of dazed stupidity, her eyes unfocused and staring into the void, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her left cheek. Her toes were curled tightly, conveying a loss of control and total submission. Her breasts, freed from the confines of her costume, bounced wildly with each relentless thrust, a spectacle of unrestrained ion. Her once neatly styled blonde hair now hung in sweaty, disheveled strands, a testament to the ferocity of their encounter.

Trance-Man continued to thrust, his thick cock molding her drenched pussy to his liking. L-Man could only watch, his own cock throbbing as he witnessed his wife being played like a musical instrument, her moans and cries varying in intensity with each stroke. Three hours had ed, and they remained in the same position, L-Man sitting helplessly in his chair like the pathetic loser he was.

Trance-Man was on the brink of orgasm, and he slowly withdrew his thick cock from Fairy Girl’s tight pussy.

“My friend L-Man, I’m about to conclude Fairy’s treatment. It has been an intense session, and now I need to inject my special healing cream into her,” he said, gently cupping his balls to indicate the source of the “special cream.” “I require the consent of both of you for this final step. Rest assured, your wife will recover much faster with this cream. What do you say? Inside or outside? And why?”

L-Man, struggling to ignore the throbbing erection between his legs, attempted to respond coherently.

“Outside,” he managed to utter. “I understand this was just a stretching exercise, but there’s a risk of Fairy getting pregnant.”

“Makes sense, Brandon. I appreciate your input.” Trance-Man turned his attention to Fairy Girl, who was still reeling from the intense orgasms. “And what about you, my dear? What’s your preference?”

She wiped the hair from her face, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear her blurry vision. Her head spun, her legs felt numb, and her toes refused to uncurl, as if they were in a state of orgasmic shock. Her nipples throbbed with sensitivity. Her pussy continued to drip juices, and she longed to masturbate, but she knew that Trance-Man’s relentless cock was doing a far better job.

“Fill me up,” she whispered hoarsely.

“What was that?” Trance-Man asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Fill me up!” she repeated, louder this time. “Who cares what the loser Looser-Man thinks!”

Trance-Man turned to L-Man, feigning sympathy. “Sorry, my friend. The lady has spoken.”

He plunged his cock back into Fairy Girl’s eager pussy, eliciting a series of intense climaxes from her. She transitioned from climax to orgasm in an instant, experiencing a unique, intense, and prolonged pleasure unlike anything she had felt during the entire treatment. L-Man, overcome with lust and frustration, ejaculated in his pants as he witnessed Trance-Man’s semen transforming into foam around his still-rigid cock, which continued to pound her relentlessly.

Trance-Man continued to ejaculate, shooting thick ropes of cum into Fairy Girl’s pussy for at least five consecutive minutes.

The Green Girl:

Neil Rivas stood at a mere 1.60 meters, his body frail and weak, his face, hands, and back bearing the unmistakable marks of a nerd. While the average person strives to be above average, Neil’s aspiration was simply to belong to that average.

Neil had survived the past two decades relying on his wit and a fair bit of luck. Though his life had been filled with the typical disappointments of an below-average nerd, this particular day stood out.

It was the year-end party at Addict Comics, hosted by his friend Steven Morris.

“Come on, Neil! Make a move on the Green Girl. She’s been eyeing you for a while now,” urged Steven.

“I’m tired of rejection, Steven. I’m just going to enjoy the night and my beer,” Neil replied, feeling dejected.

“You’re such a bore, Neil.” Steven shook his head in mock disappointment.

That night, after a few hours of alcohol and dancing, Neil broke his own rules and found himself in a bedroom with the Green Girl. However, things didn’t go as planned.

“Come on, react! Don’t fail me now,” he muttered to himself.

Neil hadn’t had sex in a long time, and parties like these were his only chance to find a willing partner. For some reason, even the nerds weren’t drawn to the Green Girl, perhaps due to her unusual green complexion and the fluorescent aura she emitted. Setting aside these peculiarities, she was quite attractive, with large breasts and a slender body, standing at 1.50 meters tall.

Despite the favorable circumstances, Neil couldn’t achieve an erection, the excess alcohol having taken its toll.

“This isn’t going to work. I’m leaving,” the Green Girl said, her voice laced with contempt.

“Wait, don’t be such a bitch,” Neil snapped, his frustration getting the better of him.

“What did you just call me?” she asked, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

“A bitch!” Neil repeated, his voice rising.

She lunged at him and delivered a stinging slap across his face. Neil felt the blow to his very core, but he refused to show any sign of weakness, instead choosing to fan the flames of their argument.

“And you hit like a bitch, too,” he goaded her.

Her eyes flashed with green sparks of hatred, and she lunged at him again, this time sinking her teeth into his arm.

“Aaah... Let go of me! Let go, you radioactive bitch!” Neil yelled, struggling to break free.

She eventually released her grip, but not before delivering a swift kick to his balls, leaving him curled up on the floor, tears streaming down his face. The Green Girl stormed out of the party, furious at how the night had unfolded.

Neil would never see her again.

Disappointed and dejected, Neil turned on the TV, hoping to catch a glimpse of his favorite superheroine, Fairy Girl.

“She’s so strong, agile, and powerful,” he murmured, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the busty blonde with her sexy legs descending from the sky to address the journalists’ questions. He felt a stirring in his pants, a familiar sensation that signaled an imminent erection. But, as always, L-Man had to ruin the moment.

“That idiot L-Man,” Neil muttered under his breath.

L-Man wrapped his arm around Fairy Girl’s waist, and she returned his smile. They were the celebrity superhero couple, a giant superhero with a beautiful blonde heroine by his side—a cliché that everyone loved.

Neil didn’t particularly dislike L-Man himself, but the fact that he was paired with Fairy Girl meant that Neil could never fantasize about her without L-Man somehow making an appearance. He couldn’t enjoy the sight of those white, massive tits without the annoying presence of her superhero partner.

It always had to be both of them, never just her, and Neil hated it.

Neil began to feel dizzy and decided to get up to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen. However, as he rose, the world started spinning. It wasn’t the world spinning, though; it was Neil, falling to the floor in a faint.

Neil found himself confined to his bed at home, suffering from a severe fever, according to the hospital. He was unable to get up for five straight days, relying on his mother’s care during this period of incapacitation.

Neil was dazed, trembling, and unable to respond coherently. It wasn’t until Friday night, when his mother informed him:

“Neil, dear, that your cousin Jennifer will be visiting us tomorrow.”

Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through his body, starting from his pelvis and spreading outwards. The tremors ceased, and his mind cleared. He even managed to respond:

“No, not Jennifer. Why her?”

“Son, she’s your cousin. It’s only natural that she’d want to see you,” his mother replied, a hint of confusion in her voice.

In reality, his mother and aunt had planned a shopping trip, and his aunt didn’t feel comfortable leaving Jennifer home alone. Thus, she decided to leave her in Neil’s care.

Neil and his cousin had never gotten along; they were like oil and water.

However, that didn’t matter now. He felt different, somehow transformed. He let his mother leave, and for the first time in five days, he got up on his own to use the bathroom. As he stood in front of the mirror, he was astonished by the reflection staring back at him.

“Who am I?” he whispered.

He now stood at 1.75 meters tall, his once nerdy visage transformed into that of a warrior. His physical structure had become stronger, not bulky or heavy, but powerful. It was still him, and yet, it wasn’t. He was the same person, but with radical differences. He examined his body from various angles and poses, marveling at the changes.

A thought crossed his mind:

“If my body has changed, then my...” He shook his head, not wanting to entertain the idea. “No, it can’t be... Or can it?”

With trembling hands, he lowered his shorts and boxers, revealing his manhood. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He grasped his cock, feeling its weight in his hands. He thought about the Green Girl, her breasts, and a strong, powerful erection formed. He glanced at the mirror, marveling at the sight. It was the best erection he had ever had, and he knew that his cock was bigger and thicker than before. But the sexual changes didn’t stop there; his balls had also grown significantly, and when he cupped them, he felt them heavy and full.

He turned on the shower, relishing the warm water as it washed away the stench of his illness. He masturbated, needing to release the pent-up tension and inaugurate his new body. He fantasized about Fairy, about the Green Girl, and powerful jets of cum shot across the shower, from one end to the other, for a full 20 seconds. Even after that explosive orgasm, his cock remained erect, so he decided to take a trip down memory lane, revisiting the girls from his past and the sexy superheroines from TV.

He couldn’t stop, and soon, the entire shower floor was covered in his cum. Yet, Neil Rivas still stood erect, his cock defying the laws of nature.