The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Bobby, for his part, was amazed at how his device was working. Reality was actually changed when he used it. Mom and Dad each had new teen lovers, who were even now setting—and helping them set—personal records in both number and intensity of orgasms. Maybe it was a side effect of getting younger, but both his folks—siblings, he guessed he should call them now—seemed to have limitless energy, considering he could still hear both couples fucking almost continuously, through his and their open windows.

He hadn’t had a chance to gently ask Jenny about her perceptions of her Sex Ray experience, since she’d only dragged Andy into her bed about a half hour before. From what he could see and hear, though, the difference between the total 60% libido boost he’d given Anne and the 90% boost he’d given Jenny was that it had made the latter girl more aggressive. Even with her 18-year-old mindset, and not her 23-year-old college graduate viewpoint, Jenny was taking charge, being the aggressive one, with 19-year-old Andy. She took him to bed, urgently, rather than how Chad had taken Anne to bed a bit more romantically. And was cumming like a house afire on Andy’s cock, it sounded like. Anne and Chad were still at it, too, he could hear through the open windows, though they sounded less driven and more loving, as time went on, than Andy and Jenny did. The latter still sounded like they were trying to set a new world’s record for hard fucking, while Chad and Anne were spending more time talking in between bouts of screaming orgasms. His former Mom was even laughing and giggling, at times. He suspected she was developing a hard teen crush on, maybe even a true love for, the boy she’d decided to go all the way with, today.

Bobby was a little sorry that he’d jumped all the way to the 90% boost on Jenny, as he wanted to be the one who explored the higher ranges of libido enhancement on himself—and, of course, on a girl (or girls) he really wanted to fuck. It had served the purpose of making sure that she and his former Dad hooked up immediately, and after he’d gotten a 75% boost, he was gonna be able to go all night, most likely. But on the other hand, he was the one enjoying an out-of-control teen girl cumming nearly continuously, on his cock, tongue and even fingers. Bobby felt left out.

There were a couple of girls he’d known in high school that he had been kicking around the notion of using the device on—girls he’d fantasized about back then, but who had been way out of his league. Now, it occurred to him, he could not only set their libidos up so high that they’d beg for his cock, but he could fuck the high school girl versions of them, as well. It was roleplaying, taken up a few notches. But even as he thought through a couple of scenarios for getting one or two of those girls within range of his device, his situation resolved itself.

For a genius, you see, Bobby’s sense of practicality wasn’t always at a genius level. Using his invention, and only partly on purpose, he’d set both of his parents up to have amazing sex with the kids next door, and from the looks (and sounds) of things, he wouldn’t be surprised if the two couples spent the rest of the day and half the night fucking their brains out, and probably picking up where they left off in the morning, so he wasn’t worried about logistics at the moment. But the kids next door weren’t the only people who lived next door.

As Bobby was wondering how much more of the orgasm competition he could listen to before he had to at least rub one out, just to find a little relief from the stimulation, he heard the sound of a car driving up, and then being turned off. It was Sally Stone, Chad and Jenny’s Mom, getting home from work. And she was about to walk into a house where her two kids were locked in their rooms, loudly copulating with a couple of kids that the Sally who’d left for work that morning wouldn’t have recognized as ever having met.

Her kids definitely both got their blonde hair and Scandinavian skin from their Mom, Bobby thought. Even with two teen kids, she looked like a mid-thirties bombshell. Her very pretty face belied the years of hard work and concern that come with being a single mother. She had a ready smile, and always seemed cheerful. A lot like Jenny, in fact, just older.

The stimulation of hearing both Anne and Jenny busting nuts, and begging their boys for more cock, while thinking about how attractive Sally really was, and how much he wanted to avoid her walking into her house just to find freaky Friday in there, with her kids getting laid at the same time, in bedrooms next to each other, was way more than Bobby could handle without throwing up his hands and giving in to the lascivious thoughts that had just popped into his mind. He grabbed his device, and walked out the front door, in order to intercept Ms. Stone—who he’d be calling “my Sally” very soon—before she got into her house and was confronted with the Orgasm City that awaited within.

“Oh, hi, Ms. Stone!” Bobby called out as he went out his front door. “I, um, have a real important favor to ask, could you come over here for just a minute?”

“Hi, Bobby,” Sally smiled back. “Sure, what is it?” she asked as she cut across the lawn to where Bobby was standing.

“I just got this new digital camera, here, and I wanted to take some pictures of you in sunlight. You have such fair skin, I want to see if the color is calibrated right, and I can see good flesh, um, flesh tones, in its pictures.”

“Happy to help, though I just finished a long day at work. I hope you’re not going to post them online or anything.”

“Aw, what do you mean? You’re a beautiful woman, Ms. Stone, I’ve always said so.”

“Flattery will get you anywhere you want to go!” Sally teased back, with a wink.

“I’m serious, really. We should like, hang out sometime!” Meaning, now, and naked, Bobby added mentally. “Here, if you could just stand in front of my front door, the light is really good at that angle...” Bobby was lining her up such that she would be hidden from direct view, by him and his camera, if any cars happened to come along on the street as his device changed her.

Bobby thought Sally was very attractive, in much the same way he’d found Jenny attractive. And on most days, he’d have been happy to share a bed with her just as she was. But he was very over-stimulated by the teen fucking he’d been listening to. Plus, since he intended to hit both her and himself with a 100% libido enhancement, he wanted Sally to be able to keep up with him, and figured it would be easier if she was closer to his own age. Plus, well, when it came right down to it, Bobby wanted to fuck a teen girl, and he had the means by which to both have Sally, who of the remaining options was the most intrinsically attractive to him, and have the teen girl he craved. It made sense to him.

The display read that she was 40. That meant she’d originally had Jenny at 18, he realized, but her personal reality had now changed such that she had Chad first, at age 21, and Jenny at 22. Which meant that she wouldn’t be pregnant when he regressed her to 18, which would have been possible had he not adjusted Jenny’s age, first. “Too much luck over skill, today,” he thought in self-critique.

In a minute, it wouldn’t matter, because Sally’s history was about to change again. A lot. Bobby set the device to Age: -22, and dialed the libido enhancement all the way up to 100. He realized this would make both Jenny and her soon-to-be sister Sally both 18, but figured the device would either make them twins, or less than a year apart in age. The nice thing about it was that it made the little self-consistency changes all by itself; he didn’t have to lay them all out, as if he was coding the new reality the way he’d code a subroutine.

Bobby made like he took a picture of Sally, instead pressing the activation button. Watching the woman for a moment, Bobby saw her skin take on the vibrant glow he had seen in Anne’s face and body earlier, her arms and legs shortening slightly, wrinkles vanishing, hair becoming longer and more lush... As he saw these changes happening, he also saw a hungry look come over Sally’s face. “Oh, the libido enhancement’s kicking in,” he thought, so he quickly turned the device around and hit himself with just the libido ray, still set to 100. Then figuratively sat back to see what happened.

Very quickly, Bobby started to feel his dick getting hard. His heart rate increased, and he felt a wave of strength and power flow through him. What was more impressive, and distracting, was how his emotional state suddenly changed from wanting to observe, to an acute awareness of the woman in front of him. Even as he could see her continue to look younger and younger, she was also looking more and more attractive to him by the second, regardless of the changes that were turning her from a woman into a teen girl. Her eyes, her lips, the curve of her hip, even her diminishing breasts—they were like supercharged triggers.

He wanted her. Not just to kiss, not just to hold, not even just to fuck. He wanted to have her in any and every way a man can have a woman. He wanted her body, he wanted her mind, he wanted her heart, and he wanted her soul. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, and at the same time he wanted to make love to her so tenderly that the bliss would never end. She was pure desire, distilled into the essence of a girl. And he wanted all of her.

For now, and for forever.

Through this onslaught of physical and emotional desire, Bobby could see Sally continue to change, ing through her 20s, now, headed towards 18. He stepped up, held her in his arms, and watched as her face became rounder, her body became a bit more narrow, her lips amazingly full, and as he leaned in to kiss her, he could feel her melt into him, pushing herself into his larger spoon and rocking her hips up against his instant erection.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably more like a minute or so, Bobby pulled away from Sally, though it seemed to take all the strength that he had. She was now standing with her work clothes hanging somewhat loosely off of her teen frame. She didn’t look exactly like Jenny, but she did look almost exactly the same age. Bobby guessed that she and Jenny were now fraternal 18-year-old twin sisters, a fact he’d confirm later. For the moment, getting her inside—and getting inside her—were his highest priorities. Overwhelming, really.

His voice husky with desire, Bobby was able to ask the nymphet in his arms “Would you like to come inside, Sally?” Her glowing eyes gave all the assent he needed, though his physical desire became massive when she said with a grin, playfully pretending to mishear him, “Yes, I want you to come inside, Bobby...” She then gave out a slight moan, as if the very idea of it was bringing her close to orgasm.

Bobby somehow got the door open, both of them into the house, the door closed, and his device safely set down on a small table near the door, before he started to lose control. They weren’t going to make it to his bedroom, Bobby thought, as Sally started kissing him ionately again. The couch also seemed like a million miles away. So, they just sank to their knees, on the carpet by the door, still kissing, then laid down on the floor. Without parting their lip-lock, he and Sally managed to get the clothes she didn’t even notice were too loose off of her, and his off of him, with a lot of fumbling and stretches where the disrobing stopped as her hand found his hard dick, or his fingers started to pinch her hard, pencil-eraser-sized nipples as he squeezed her diminished B-cup tits. But as soon as they were naked—well, except maybe for a shoe and a sock, here and there—Sally pushed Bobby onto his back and roughly mounted him, taking his dick into her tight pussy in one quick movement. There would be time to savor and enjoy later, right now was all about urgent need, and an absolutely overpowering desire for they two to become one.

For once, Sally was glad she’d started having sex a year ago, when she was 17 and her boyfriend at the time, a jock named Billy, was just turning 18. She’d let him fuck her as a birthday present to him, and thought she might have enjoyed it more than he had, especially when he’d broken up with her not long after he’d taken her cherry, after having sex with her on a grand total of three occasions. But as awful as that had seemed at the time, breaking up with the guy she thought she’d love forever, it meant that she had no hymen to worry about. Not that being a virgin had stopped her the first time she’d gotten laid, and in fact it barely hurt as much as a bee sting, when she did tear her hymen. She still had several orgasms as Billy fucked her that night, not even noticing any pain after the first minute or so. Just like her fraternal twin sister Jenny had told her—Jenny had lost her V-card a year before Sally—it hadn’t been anything that got in the way of enjoying herself.

But as she became the sheath to her new lover Bobby’s mighty sword—she’d read that in a Harlequin romance and thought it was so hot—she was thankful that there was no need to slowly work his dick into her, like she’d had to do with Billy, or to wince with any kind of pain. Bobby’s dick was filling her completely, to the brim and beyond, the head of his cock bumping nicely, but not painfully, into her cervix as she took him in, fast and hard. She began to rapidly work her ass up and down, working his hard cock into and out of her pussy, wanting to feel his hardness as deep within her as possible. Without missing a beat, she leaned down onto him and started to kiss him again, all the while working her pussy up and down on his cock.

Bobby, on the other hand, suddenly got a powerful urge to do the thrusting himself, so he grabbed Sally’s hips and held her in place on top of him, as he began to piston his six inches in and out at a really good clip. Her breath started to come in short gasps, and she found herself grunting in rhythm with the cock that was plowing her like a ripe field.

Sally’s first, and up until now only, lover Billy had a cock that was about the same length as Bobby’s, but was not as thick. Bobby’s cock was stretching her pussy more than Billy’s dick ever had, and it felt amazing. Then, almost without warning, the hot, wet tenseness in her belly swelled enormously, and a powerful orgasm began to explode through her. She’d never felt anything even remotely like this before, in her entire eighteen years of life. Not even close.

Sally tried to tell Bobby she was about to cum, but only got “I’m....” out before her world exploded into a pink haze of sexual release, more powerful than anything she’d felt with Billy. She managed to croak “cumming!” when she could breathe again, but Bobby’s dick was still moving, fast and hard, inside of her, so the first orgasm had barely abated enough to let her breathe when the second one followed it, more powerful than the first. When she was finally able to breathe once more, she wondered if she might need to tap out for a minute, or else she’d end up ed out before their first ing was even finished.

But at that point, Sally felt Bobby’s cock seemingly get impossibly harder than it had been, and his movements slowed a bit, until she felt his cum start to spurt out of him, shot after hot shot, which coated her insides and, as it began to leak out of her around the cock that was still fucking her, brought her to her third orgasm of the young evening, one which did see her go limp in her lover’s arms as consciousness flitted away from her for a moment.

Coming to, just a moment later, feeling the very last drops of jizz spurt from the cock that was still deep inside of her, she noticed that she was going to have horrible carpet burns on her knees if they kept fucking on the floor like this. So she opened her eyes, looked deeply into Bobby’s, and said “That was fantastic!” And with just a touch of post-nut clarity allowing her to speak, she added “But can we move it to your bed now, Bobby?” And with a giggle, noting that he was still hard inside of her, “I ire your stamina, baby, but we can do this a lot more times if we move from this hard, carpeted floor to a nice, soft bed. With sheets.”

Sally did squeal a bit when Bobby stood up, picked her up from the floor, took her into a princess carry and lovingly carried her across the threshold into his bedroom. Where the fucking continued into the wee hours of the morning, until they were both so exhausted that they fell into a satisfied sleep, naked in each others’ arms.

“I wasn’t expecting anything near this intense,” Bobby thought, after cumming for the first time into his new girlfriend. “I figured I’d be able to stay in control, at least some.” But while he was enjoying every last second of this, it was more like two people literally unable to cap their desire. It was feral, loving, animalistic, spiritual... all of those things, and more. All at once.

They’d finally climaxed—her for something like her tenth time thus far, him for the first—and found enough clarity to get off the floor and into his bedroom. Literally carrying her across the threshold to his bedroom was probably over the top, he thought looking back at it, but his girl had cooed told him she loved him for the first time when he did it, so he didn’t regret it. He hadn’t even bothered to close the bedroom door behind them, because he knew his parents wouldn’t be coming home that night. They’d still be coming next door.

Once they got into his bed and removed whatever last bits of clothing they’d missed in their rush to engage tab A into slot B for the first time, Bobby stopped trying to keep count of Sally’s orgasms, though he was pretty sure that he came, in her pussy, mouth or ass, at least eight to ten more times before they both collapsed from exhaustion. He wasn’t sure if the libido enhancement was wearing off a bit, or if you can only stay that excited for so long, but they had enough post-nut clarity thrown into the mix that they took care to keep themselves hydrated, and eventually to just lie in each others’ arms some of the time, without the driving, continuous need to fuck. They experimented with more types of pleasuring than most couples would get around to over a year of dating, that night, and each found whatever the other wanted to try both amazingly hot, totally orgasmic, and in no way weird or gross. Even ass stuff, which it turned out they both liked.

The intensity of Bobby and Sally’s first night together was unprecedented for both of them, and they picked right up where they’d left off when they woke up in the morning. Then in the afternoon, they decided they needed to eat, get dressed, and let certain genital tissues recover from the friction they’d been taking, if they wanted to be able to fuck again that night. Which they obviously both did.

Bobby explained somewhat delicately to Sally that Jenny and Chad had spent most of the previous day getting to know his own “siblings,” Andy and Anne, in much the same way that Sally and he had spent their evening, night, and morning. Sally wasn’t surprised that Chad had ended up with Anne in his bed, since he seemed to have been crushing on her lately, she said, but she was a little surprised that Jenny had decided to take Andy as a lover. She and Jenny were twins, so of course Sally knew right away when Jenny started having sex on her dates, and Sally had immediately told Jenny when she’d given it up to Billy. She’d thought Andy was a little on the negative side, but hey, she’d learned a long time ago that when Jenny set her sights on something (or someone), she usually had good reasons. And usually got what she wanted. So, she was absolutely happy for them both!

When they realized that they hadn’t bothered to tell Sally’s siblings that she was staying over at Bobby’s last night, they checked in on Chad, Anne, Andy and Jenny that afternoon, to make sure they were OK and weren’t worried about their sister. (They’d been so busy fucking that they hadn’t really noticed.) From various clues, Bobby figured they’d spent about the same amount of time in bed with their new lovers as Bobby and Sally had spent with each other, though maybe fucking a little less intensely.

It worried Bobby, though, that everyone but him had the idea that his parents, and Sally, Jenny and Chad’s Mom, were out of town for the weekend, and would be back Sunday evening, i.e., the next day. While that meant they could stay paired off in their new coupling sets until then, it also meant that something was less than complete with this new reality he’d crafted for them, piecemeal. Because, as far as he could tell, there weren’t any parents in existence, at the moment. Bobby figured he’d have to figure out what was going on soon, but was still distracted enough by his desire for Sally that he prioritized spending more time in bed with her over analyzing the Missing Parent Paradox.

Well, they’d all hooked up on a Friday afternoon and evening, so Bobby had that Saturday night, and at least part of Sunday, to spend in bed with his Sally before he had to deal with it. Being the oldest one there, Bobby made sure everyone had a good meal, had changes of clothes available, time to shower (which all three couples chose to do two-at-a-time), and in general the little bit of supervision they needed to take care of themselves, so they could spend more quality time in bed later.

It felt a lot like a family, though, as they sat around eating food they’d ordered on DoorDash, and hanging out, that Saturday afternoon. And while they didn’t exactly have a family discussion over the recent events, the guys did talk amongst themselves about how hot their girls were, and the girls did the same amongst themselves, talking about how good in bed their guys were. It was exactly what you’d expect of three young couples who are also pretty close friends.

The best thing, Bobby thought, was that they were all able to go back to their various rooms afterwards, and fuck their new partners as much as they wanted. And they all still wanted.