The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Type Writer Chpt. 2

I already knew where I wanted to start. My character sheet didn’t have a place describing breasts, not typically a thing character sheets focus on, but it was certainly something I found appealing and a valuable piece of information. Could I add lines to the character sheet or was I simply stuck with the categories that already existed? There was only one way to find out.

Between build and education I put a line break in and added a new detail: Breast Size:

Now, I had a few girlfriends with large breasts, I knew how much pain over sized ones were. For both of us. For them it led to back pain and the breasts just getting in the way. For me it meant that there was just too much to handle. I had large hands, but there was only so much breast you could palm. I just didn’t know what that would be.

A quick set of searches told me way more about cup sizes than I had ever known. My hands could, quite easily, hold an apple with some room to spare. Chart wise, that was supposed to be D or Double-D, but we were trying to push limits.

Mandi was also a fairly squared woman, there wasn’t a whole lot of curve to her body. And if there was one thing I appreciated, it was the ability to wrap my hands around a woman’s waist. It made for great dancing and better leverage in the bedroom.

Next came the clothing. There were plenty of ways for someone to dress down to hide curves. Mandi’s clothes weren’t baggy per say, but they definitely weren’t form fitting. If I was going to see what had been done, I was going to need to actually see her body. There wasn’t a place for clothing on my existing sheet, and I had no way of knowing if adding things would actually work. I needed to see her, and more specifically her new breasts, before I could commit to that avenue.

Hrmmm. What could I change? It’d have to be a quirk, none of the other existing categories really covered behavior, but what quirk would give me what I wanted? I was saved from my deliberations by a knock at my door.

It was Mandi, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. And wow, I hadn’t needed to worry about finding clothes to change her quirk. There was no way to hide that her small breasts had bloomed. Fuck, they were each easily the size of her head. I wanted to put my hands on them, but I was nowhere near certain that that would fly. So instead I pointedly kept eye .

“What can I do for you?” I asked.

“I’m fucking starving again,” she confessed. “But I don’t want to order in again. Is there a restaurant we could go out to? Something quick? And filling?”

Boobs still on my brain, I went to a far different definition of ‘filling’. And while I was distracted trying to get that image out of my mind, my mouth opened.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

There was a long pause while I blushed furiously at the forwardness of that statement and she stared at me slightly agog.

“Sorry,” I eventually managed.

She shook her head, “Truth be told, I kind of expected something like this. Most people see me and try to make a move. You at least get the point for asking to my face instead of my chest.”

I went to speak but she put a hand up to forestall the conversation. “Right now I’m not in a place to be dating. I went through a breakup not too long ago, part of why I moved. I’m not in a place to date. That said, I would love to be friends.”

The blush, if anything, intensified. “Sure, no that’s fair. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Yeah, let’s go get dinner as friends. I’ll just need to get changed really quick.”

Relief swept across her face, but why I couldn’t tell. “Hurry,” she said instead, “You take too long and I’ll just start eating your door. I’m that hungry.”

I nodded, “Be right back,” I said before closing the door and hurrying to my room.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Had I known about the ex, I wouldn’t have come on like that. Probably. It would’ve likely stopped the automatic response at least. Fuck, she probably things I’m a creep.

I might have the ability to change things, but I had no way of knowing if I could change my thought processes. If she thought I was a creep, I might just blow the chance of a lifetime. I couldn’t be caught unawares like that again, I needed info. I pulled off my shorts and pulled on a pair of jeans and made my way back to my computer, hands flying.

Thank you. I really appreciate you being chill about being told no.

Moans when eating good(?) food

Answers any questions candidly without considering implications.

That was a really broad, and likely bad idea, but I could change it later. Right now, I had a beautiful woman waiting on my doorstep. I pulled a jacket on and let myself out of the apartment

“So, what are you feeling?” I asked, quickly locking the door.

“Food,” she said, “And lots of it.”

There was a buffet a short drive away. Mandi was so excited about it she bounced. Which… well, it was cute on someone with the chest she used to have. Now it made me turn away really quickly so she didn’t see my building erection. To that end we took my car, though I almost immediately regretted it.

“And why were you relieved a minute ago?”

“I was worried you wouldn’t take no and would be a creep about it. Like my ex was.”

“So you broke up with your ex because he was a creep?” I asked as she finished buckling in.

“She,” Mandi immediately corrected. “And it wasn’t that she was a creep, but almost everything else wrapped around it. We wanted different things from sex, she expected me to stay home all day once we got married and be a house wife, assumed a lot about me, and made a at one of my friends,” she paused as she looked around, “Also she couldn’t stand that I was bisexual and worked exceedingly hard to keep any man away from me. Didn’t trust me not to wander which was all sorts of offensive. Controlling and paranoid bitch. How far is the buffet?”

The breathless non-sequitur of it all threw me for a second, but thankfully the car wasn’t in motion yet, so we didn’t risk crashing into things. I knew I asked for candid, but even that was a bit much. I would have to be careful asking her for questions while we drive so I didn’t get too distracted. I put the car into gear and calmly as I could manage, pulled out into the street.

“Maybe a 5 minute drive. But your ex, you came here to get away from her?”

“Yep. When I broke up, she did not take it well. Started harassing me at work, following me around. I had to delete my Facebook just to stop her from tracking me through it. I tried for a restraining order, but the court was taking forever and I had been looking for a better job anyways, so I just took the posting here and got as far away from her.”

I nodded and kept my eyes on the road. I saw her looking around out of the corner of my eye, taking in the sights.

“How about you,” she asked, “You’re presumably single.”

“Guilty,” I said, “My last girlfriend and I didn’t survive graduation. She wanted me to settle into a ‘serious job’ instead of trying to write. I told her writing was a serious job. She didn’t take that well.”

“And now you’re a successful author and she’s…?”

“Somewhere on the west coast working as a lawyer. And successful is a bit of a stretch. I can afford a small apartment out here in the suburbs of Chicago, but I certainly wouldn’t be earning enough for a house in California.”

She snorted in laughter a bit before turning back to the window.

I paused, nervous despite the evidence that she would answer my questions. Being so blunt went against all the social skills I had spent years developing. But I had magic on my side.

“Would you date me?” I eventually managed. It wasn’t quite what I wanted to ask, but it was a lot more comfortable than ‘Would you fuck me?’

“Maybe?” she said with a shrug, “You’“Maybe?” she said with a shrug, “You’re not bad looking, but you’re a bit too fit for me. I enjoy the more femme body types in both my men and women. Especially after one of my other ex’s. He was one of those big muscleheads that thought his size made it okay to throw me around in the bedroom. I told him I wasn’t interested in that and he listened. Until he didn’t. I’ll have to fuck you to see how good you are before we decide.”re not bad looking, but you’re a bit too fit for me. I tend to go for the more pretty boys, especially after my ex. He was one of those big muscleheads that thought his size made it okay to throw me around in the bedroom. I told him I wasn’t interested in that and he listened. Until he didn’t. I’ll have to fuck you to see how good you are before we decide.”

If I hadn’t been ready for it, I definitely would have crashed the car. Fuck, it was really nice having someone be so open with me. I decided to respond in kind.

“Would you want to sleep together tonight?”

She gave me a solid eye, looking me over before shaking her head. “First, sleeping together is far too romantic for a first run. Secondly, nah. I’m too wiped and not nearly drunk enough for that. Plus, third? I’m not in the mood really. I masturbated yesterday and that typically holds me over for a few days. Maybe Monday night, get me ready for work.”

This candid thing was fucking awesome. There was so much information there, things I didn’t even know how to ask. The ‘not enjoying being thrown around’ thing might be a bit of a problem. I hadn’t told Mandi, but the other reason Linda and I hadn’t worked out is that we were both doms in the bedroom. Sex was less a ionate encounter and more us constantly jockeying for position. My perfect woman would be submissive, maybe not totally, but enough to be into it. That would have to change. A note for later.

But the time for car talk had ended, we had reached the buffet and Mandi wasn’t waiting around to eat.

* * *

I was on my seconds and Mandi was on her seventh plate. It was, honestly, kinda impressive watching and wondering where it all went. She wasn’t fat, at all, but she certainly ate like she was. I had refrained from commenting on before because every time she leaned forward I saw straight through her v-neck and into her generous cleavage. Very grateful for the table between her and my dick because if she saw how hard it had been getting all night, I would have definitely been labeled a creep.

“Geez,” I said, “Geez, where does it all go?”

“No clue,” she said between bites, “Honestly, I’m actually a bit worried about that. This is way more than I normally eat, I don’t want to get fat off this, but just like Wednesday and last night, I’m ravenous. Only today’s weird, I wasn’t moving anything, I was just laying around, doing some reading when it suddenly hit.”

I blinked, “When did that happen?”

She shrugged, “About ten minutes before I knocked on your door. Completely random thing.”

I felt my head tilt as I thought about it. Ten minutes before she knocked at my door would be around when I started changing things in the program. I gave her chest a subtle look that she didn’t seem to notice between her bites, and then the plate. Well, I guess the mass had to come from somewhere. Vague memories of high school chemistry and conservation of mass danced in my head as I filled that away with all the other useful facts I had gathered over dinner. Most of it had been backstory and history things along with some talk about her family. Where she grew up, what she did growing up, mom, dad, younger sisters, older brother, but there had been some other questions that we had just wandered into. Like she only either had sex or masturbated once or twice a week, if that. Or that she loved wearing heels but didn’t because it made her taller than most guys which made them insecure. That was followed up by a comment that at least I would still be taller, which was a point in my favor, but wasn’t something that would overly tip the scales.

The only problem was when the manager came by and asked how our meal was. Mandi told him, in excruciating detail, about how it was decidedly mediocre except for the fruits which were just bad. It was awkward as hell to sit through and made me resolve to narrow the candidness down to just me as soon as possible. I could only imagine her being that open with a Chicago cop and how poorly that would go.

We left shortly after the manager incident, to her slight protests. She was still hungry, but I was able to convince her to leave by pointing out that all the food she had eaten would need time to digest and she probably was actually full right now, but didn’t feel like it.

The trip home was uneventful, if only because Mandi ed out on my window from a presumable food coma. I gently woke her up and we made our way up to the third floor. Sleepily she waved me a good night and went in, presumably to bed.

I went straight to my computer. Mandi might only need relief every couple of days, but if I didn’t get relief tonight I was going to get blue balls. Between her tits bouncing, some of the stretches she had done between bites and just generally staring down her cleavage for the better part of an hour as she leaned forward to eat, I need relief right now.

And while I could take the matter in hand myself, pun intended, I had a way to resolve this far more enjoyably.

The backstory had already been filled in, but nothing about her libido or sex life and previous boyfriend didn’t. At a guess, because there wasn’t a category for them. But we knew that was fixable. Before I messed with that I changed her quirks.

Notable quirks: Bounces when excited

Moans when eating good(?) food

Answers any questions Chris Fairchild asks candidly without considering implications.

Satisfied, I made a new line.

I clicked save on the document and started walking to the front door, already anticipating the knock. I got it on the second and found Mandi standing there, clearly braless and giving me a once over.

“Ready for that trial fuck to see if you’re boyfriend material?”

I didn’t nod, instead wrapping my hand around her new hourglass waist and, gently, pulling her into me for a kiss. It was a chaste response that did not stay chaste at all. Almost immediately she launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as she started kissing me. I rocked back to balance from the weight and let the door slam shut. I ended up leaning against the couch to help her weight as we continued to kiss.

Hands started to roam over shirts, and tentatively feeling for those erogenous zones. There wasn’t a sudden moan, but there was definitely an increase in fervor as I squeezed her hips.

“Fuck yes,” she said, pushing me back. I fought instinctively before letting myself be lowered to the couch for now. She could be in charge for now. It would make when I was incharge later that much sweeter.

“Thank you,” she said, dropping her pants and panties in one fell swoop, “For not going for the tits first. It’s always frustrating when a guy tries playing with them all night.”

“No problem,” I said, pulling my shirt off. “As long as they’re not off limits all night.”

She snorted and straddled me. She wasn’t wet completely yet, but I could certainly feel the lubrication starting to soak into my pants. “Bold claim of all night, let’s put it to the test.”

She drug her nails down my chest and I squeezed her hips hard enough to make her squirm. Our kisses grew deeper and wetter as she started to grind on my dick through the pants. It didn’t take much for me to start reaching full mast and needing the pants to come off.

She smirked and slid off me, unbuttoning my jeans and slowly pulling my pants down. My cock sprung to life as she twisted to present her ass and glistening mound towards me.

“Oh, well that’s certainly a point in your favor,” she purred, finally getting a look at my dick.

“Bigger than you’re used to?”

“Much,” she throatily confirmed. “I’m going need some extra lube before you try to fit it inside me.”

Starting with a steady hand and an experimental lick, she started to blow me. When she finally put her mouth over the tip, it was accompanied by her left leg swinging over my chest and her pussy being put right against my mouth. Amused, I put my tongue to work.

I wasn’t the best at cunnilingus, typically I was looking to be served not the other way around, but I was good enough to feel her squirm and writhe atop me. I got her off at least once before she got me off, but I didn’t stop until she started screaming my name and grinding on my face for a second orgasm.

After she came, she slid off me and forward onto the edge of the couch. We both stared at each other for a second with dopey grins on our face. She was really cute, a bit zonked out laying there without a care.

“Okay,” she itted, “You’ve got some skills. Even if I don’t date you, I’d love to be friends with some benefits.”

I nodded, not quite trusting myself to talk and knowing that her preference would change soon enough.

“Water?” I asked, standing.

“Please,” she agreed.

I went to the sink and came back with a pair of glasses.

“Round 2?” I asked.

Her face lit with glee and she started to chug her water quickly.

“Condoms?” she asked.

“Bedroom,” I gestured.

“Well, go get them!” she commanded with a playful smack to my leg.

I smirked and made my way into the room, quickly finding the condoms in my bedside dresser. Thankfully, they weren’t expired and I took my latex bounty back towards the living room. But as I did, I noticed my computer was still awake. I must’ve forgotten to press sleep before I left.

“Just a sec,” I called out.

“K!”

I stepped into my office and grabbed the mouse when a thought occurred to me. I clicked just below libido and typed.

Smirking to myself and hopeful for the first time I might be able to break out some of the rope or other restraints, I swaggered back into the living room.

“All right, who’s ready for round two?”

Silence was the only response.

“Mandi?” I called out.

But Mandi was gone.