The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Part 4

By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, and there had been more sex had in those two homes than within the surrounding ten square miles, Bobby wasn’t sure how to proceed. Parents were expected home that night, and right at the moment, the only parents who had ever served that role in these households were now teen-agers themselves, and likely still enjoying their time with their new bedmates. Just like he was.

The fact that the others still seemed to expect parents to come back home that evening meant to Bobby that the current reality, that had resulted from his tampering on Friday, was still relying on him to do something else. Or else they wouldn’t have been expecting anyone; the changes to the old reality would have come up with some way to make six kids between 18 and 20, living in two side-by-side houses, without any actual parents around, seem perfectly normal. So, he knew he had to do something, or things would stop being self-consistent. And that was something he was pretty sure would Not Be Good.

The obvious thing, of course, was to set everything back to exactly the way it was before. He was certain his device could do it, and thought the continued belief in returning parents was a sign that he was somehow predestined to put things back to the way they had been. But he was also absolutely certain that he didn’t want to do it.

Anne was obviously falling madly in love with Chad, and Chad was acting just as besotted with her. Andy was totally mesmerized by Jenny, and got irritated when they had to part, even just to go to the bathroom. Jenny, who’d been hit with a 90% boost, shared more of the instant bonding that he and Sally had undergone than any of the others, so she was absolutely committed to Andy. She seemed like she knew a lot better how to handle his moods than Anne ever had, too, despite how loving she was being towards him. And, of course, they were all sexually in tight sync with their new partners. He caught Jenny whispering to Sally about how she wanted to spend as much time as possible with Andy’s cock inside of her, and Sally was saying “I know, right? My feelings about Bobby exactly!”

And Bobby? He didn’t want to have to spend a single day of the rest of his life without being able to be with his Sally. She was, far and away, the best bed partner that he’d ever been with—not that he’d had a large number, but hey, when something is really outstanding, it doesn’t have to stand comparison, right? Sally was incredible in bed by any objective standards, Bobby thought, not just his own amped-up subjective ones.

But, Bobby itted to himself, it was true that the 100% libido enhancement had pegged his love-and-appreciation meter for Sally to about a zillion million out of ten. And it was mutual, as near as he could tell. He hadn’t exactly planned for that effect, but hey, he’d wanted to know what the 100% libido enhancement setting would do. And he’d sure found out.

Bobby discovered that he could clearly examine his feelings, and pretty much tell what things were new, due to his self-enhancement. What it came down to was that he couldn’t stop desiring Sally—sexually, emotionally, or even existentially—if he tried. And he wasn’t very keen on trying. After the initial powerfully distracting need to consummate their desires, they both found that they could dismiss the distraction, if they needed to. They could spend hours doing things other than satisfying their various lusts, and be happy about it, because they knew they’d be continuing their skinship sooner or later. Probably sooner. And the best part was that the intensity, once they got into even mild foreplay, hadn’t gone down any. Of course, even mild foreplay was leading directly into hard-core fucking and sucking, still, but then again, they still had the house to themselves, so why not, right?

He supposed he could change it all with his device, reduce or remove his desire for Sally, or create an even stronger desire for someone else that would let him part ways with his next-door neighbor. He just really didn’t want to.

There was nothing really wrong, he thought, with the three couples going on to live out their lives very happily with this new arrangement of reality. Bobby even figured that, on a personal level, all six of them would be happier with their new lives and partners. There was just one problem—this reality seemed to call for at least three parents to show up, and Bobby wasn’t sure how he was going to manage that and retain things the way they were now.

There wouldn’t be problems with money—Andrew’s cynical question about the money-making potential of the device had gotten Bobby thinking, and he’d realized that there were dozens of ways he could shape reality with it that would result in enough money for them all to live comfortable lives, without having to work for a living. Simply crafting a reality in which the two families had bought a lottery ticket together in the recent past, which had won them in excess of a half billion dollars, was the simplest way. In fact, he’d already figured out how to make that one happen, and was going to do it no matter what else he came up with.

But when the parents of Bobby, Andy and Anne didn’t show up tonight, and when Sally, Jenny and Chad’s Mom also failed to show, there would be questions that would be hard to answer. Even with a ton of money to help smooth things out.

“Parents, parents, hmm...” Bobby muttered to himself while taking a bathroom break from ongoing fun with his cute young girlfriend, who was even then lazing naked in his bed. “How can I come up with some parents, without reverting things back to the way they were? I wish you could just order them off of Amazon—that would be grand!” And then it clicked—parents, grand. Grandparents!

Bobby and Sally had been talking, of course, in between their intense couplings, and he’d learned that Sally’s original father was deceased, but her original mother, Amanda Gray (whom she now thought of as her grandmother, at least for the moment) had just retired at age 65. And what’s more, Bobby had a surviving grandmother and grandfather. Granted, Grandpa Al Behr was paternal, and Grandma Ellie Winston was maternal, but hey, you make do with what you have.

This was going to be harder to pull off, though. Bobby needed to alter reality in such a way that the grandparents would properly regress to appropriate ages to be these teen kids’ parents, like in their 40s, and all of their personal stuff would have to appear in these homes, as if they’d been the parents all along. He couldn’t do all that simply by shooting people with his device, he didn’t think, even though a cursory inspection of his house showed that Anne and Andy had their own separate bedrooms, now, each looking appropriate to teen kids.

Anne had even come over, the day before, wearing some of Jenny’s clothes, to change into some fresh teenage-appropriate clothes of her own, telling Sally that she was welcome to borrow anything that fit her, at least until Sally got back home to her own closet and drawers. She’d then grabbed Andy a new set of gym shorts and a T-shirt from his own room, and gone back to spend more time in bed with Chad.

Maybe more impressively, in of how effectively his device edited reality, was that his Dad’s and Sally’s cars had vanished from their driveways when he’d regressed them back to teens. And there were no other cars in the driveways or garages; apparently, none of the kids had a car yet, in this new reality.

Even so, the fact remained that the grandparents Bobby wanted to make into their new real parents didn’t even live close by, so getting to them with the device directly wouldn’t work in the time he had remaining. He figured he needed to funnel the device into a larger projector, or set of projectors, and make changes happen at various places, and at roughly the same time. The device only did one thing at once, but so rapidly that it could look like it was changing multiple realities at the same time.

Plus, well, Bobby had only really been interested in the age regression and Sex Ray aspects of the thing when he designed the interfaces on the mobile device, which was why it was doing such a great job making things consistent. But to get the changes he was now scheming up, he was going to have to use his PC to program the scope of things he wanted. He could do it, but he needed to get started ASAP.

So, with only a few hours to go, and after finishing yet another delightful session of pumping his cock into his girl’s welcoming body until they both collapsed in a frenzy, Bobby apologized to Sally that he had some work that had to get finished before the end of the day, and asked her to hang out in the living room until he was done. He didn’t want to send her home, even if she probably did have a room for her own teen-aged self there, now. He wanted her close by for selfish reasons, of course, but also because he wanted her there when he set his plan into motion. Just to make sure she didn’t change in any way, because he wanted her to stay just like she was now.

Why have her wait in the living room? Because her presence still distracted him some, and he wasn’t sure he would get everything done in time if he gave in to temptation (which he probably would) and took what he’d intend to be quick breaks to have more sex with her. They’d end up being hour-long fuck sessions, and he just didn’t have the time for that. Unfortunately. “It’s OK,” Bobby told himself, “if I fix this the way I think I can, Sally and I will be able to be with each other whenever we want.” The thought cheered him, so he got to work.

First, Bobby connected his device into the desktop PC where he’d developed the software that ran it, and set up the strings of reality changes that would achieve his goals. He even added a few wish list things into the mix, which, if they all worked out, could make for a very nice arrangement for everyone. The problem was that he was creating changes that dovetailed into each other, such that if any of the changes failed or had unforeseen side effects, it could create a chain reaction that could “poison” the string of changes down the line. So, he had the system come up with percentages of success on each discrete change, and arranged as many of the lower-probability things near the end.

Bobby finally managed to get the changes input, and a quick simulation seemed to show that it ought to work. At least, he didn’t see any strange things, like alien invasions or the world existing under Nazi control, coming out the other end of the simulation. It showed just what he had in mind for the people in these two houses, with a minimum of impact on everyone else’s reality. Usually very sure of himself, Bobby crossed his fingers when he was done, and saved the change routines into the “To Execute” bin.

Then he managed to connect his PC and the mobile device’s pre-emitters into the Starlink grid, from which the changes could be transmitted to the various parts of the world where they were required. At the last moment, nearing the 7pm timeframe when parents away for the weekend ought to be returning, Bobby entered the command to execute the routines. And waited. He was once again glad he’d “inoculated” himself against losing his awareness of the prior realities, when he made changes. He was very interested to see what changes he could see, since this was the biggest set of routines he’d ever tried to run, and promised to create a lot of minor adjustments for the sake of consistency.

Oddly, the first thing Bobby noticed was the sky changing from blue to green, and then back to blue, an effect he never could explain. Then he little shimmery patches out of the corner of his eye, and began to notice that his room had changed a little—nothing much, just a few things in different places than they were a second ago, some books missing, others replacing them. Minor stuff. The bed was still wearing its third set of sheets in the past three days, and the first two sets were still a damp, musky mess piled in a chair in the corner. Plus, a pair of Anne’s underwear that Sally had borrowed, and the clothes she’d been wearing when she got here last Friday (which they’d collected up, along with his own clothes, from the random spots they’d ended up near the front door and tossed into his room, later), were still on the floor next to the bed. So, it appeared they had still spent the weekend fucking their brains out in his room. So far, so good.

He went down into the living room, glad to see it still looked like his Sally there, waiting for him, doom-scrolling on her phone and lighting up with a big grin when she saw him. He let her know he was done with his work, and also looked more closely to see if she, or anything else, had changed. Thankfully, Sally still looked 18, and greeted him with a warm kiss, that he broke before it led to a return to his bedroom. The fact that she seemed a little disappointed that Bobby hadn’t taken the hint and hauled her back to bed just confirmed to him that she was the same precious little fuck bunny he’d spent the weekend setting orgasm records with. That was a huge relief.

Bobby explained breaking the kiss by saying “Yes, babe, I do want to take you back to bed.” That showed her that he could tell what she had been thinking, something that somehow didn’t surprise either of them by then. “But my folks are likely coming home soon, and it would probably be better not to be in coitus flagrante when they walk in the door.” With a sigh, Sally agreed, with a smile on her face, even. The libido enhancement didn’t wear off, Bobby thought, so much as you got used to dealing with it, and worked out ways to get normal day-to-day stuff done in spite of the heightened desire levels. It promised a lifetime of amazing sex, without the debilitating inability to think about anything except fulfilling those strong desires, i.e., fucking 24/7.

“Still, if Sally had been lying on my bed while I was programming my big change run, I’d never have gotten it done,” Bobby itted to himself. He could resist the desire to pull the girl’s shorts down, bend her over the couch, and slide back into her, that had come over him the moment he’d come into the living room and caught sight of her. But it was a pretty strong temptation. “Tonight,” he promised himself. “I’ll make sure we have some naked time together later tonight, no matter what. I can wait until then.” Though, even thinking about her being nude was threatening to give him a stiffy. No natter how much time they’d spent without clothes on over the past couple of days.

Getting back to the present, Bobby looked around some more and could tell there had been some changes to the house. Some of the furniture was a little older, but looked more comfortable, than what had just been there, he thought, though some of it was the same as it had been, and the decor seemed a touch cheerier. Slightly different pictures sat on counters and hung on walls. And yet, many things seemed to be exactly the same. The little burn on the dining room table where his soldering iron had tipped off its stand several years ago, when he was working on a project, was still there, for example.

He had little more time to consider it, because at that time, cars pulled up in both driveways. Bobby felt like they looked a lot like his parents’ and Sally’s erstwhile cars, but it was hard to say for sure. Similar, anyway.

Then, Bobby’s paternal grandfather and maternal grandmother walked in, looking splendid after having lost 20 to 30 years of age each. Grandma looked trim and in great shape for a woman of 41, and Grandpa at 46 looked incredibly handsome.

“Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad! Did you have a good trip?” Bobby had schooled himself not to call them Grandma and Grandpa, and it actually felt natural to call them Mom and Dad.

“It was great! Las Vegas is always fun, but having Amanda along with us was a blast,” Dad said. “She just pulled into the driveway, too—oh, hi Sally! I was just telling Bobby that your Mom is home.”

“Oh, thanks, Mr. Behr!” Sally said back to him. She obviously recognized them as Bobby’s folks, and they recognized her as one of the teen girls who lived next door, and weren’t really surprised to find her there, visiting their oldest son. Everything seemed to be working exactly as he had planned it out, at least thus far.

Sally ran back home to say hi to her Mom (who, unusually in this whole affair, really was her actual mother from her original reality), which left Bobby feeling morosely lonely for a moment. “Suck it up, she’ll be back soon,” he told himself. Anne and Andy wandered back in a few minutes later.

“Hi, kids,” Mom said to them when they came in through the patio door. “Have you eaten yet? Want to order a pizza or something? I’m too tired from traveling to make supper, I’m afraid.”

“We actually had a couple of pizzas next door earlier,” Anne said. “So we’re fine.”

“Neither Sally or I have eaten yet, though, so maybe she can come back over and share a pizza with us,” Bobby offered to his “new” folks.

“Sure,” Dad said. “We love having Sally over, as well as Jenny and Chad. They’re good people. And, I sort of doubt Amanda is going to want to cook, so maybe she can us, too.”

“Sure, works for me,” Bobby said. “I’m glad to hear you say how much you like Chad, Jenny and Sally, by the way,” Bobby said, “because, well, there have been a few developments while you guys were off enjoying Vegas.”

“Developments?” Mom asked. “Involving the Grays?” Bobby wondered momentarily who she meant, but since Sally’s mother’s last name was Gray, the reality changes had changed the entire family from the Stones to the Grays. Something else he’d have to get used to, Bobby guessed, but he was more and more sure that no one next door would notice.

“What? Oh, yeah involving the Grays, next door,” Bobby said. “You know how well you guys get along with Amanda, and how her kids and us have been hanging out a lot, ever since they moved in next door? Using the pool together, like that? Well, we’ve been more than, um, just hanging out together lately. Actually, we started dating this weekend.”

“You’re all dating each other? How risqué!” his Dad said. Anne interjected “Of course not, Dad! I’ve started seeing Chad, Andy is dating Jenny, and Bobby, here, is all goo-goo eyes over Sally.” She gave him a sisterly smirk along with the comment.

“Dating?” Andy added. “We haven’t had time to go out on dates, we’ve just been fu...”

“...figuring out who’s been having feelings for who,” Bobby deftly deflected. His former Dad still had some of the character flaws that had led him to be a sometimes annoying father, who wasn’t as good at parenting as he thought he was, but Bobby hoped that Jenny’s devotion to him, and his to her, could bring about some changes for the better in him. Fingers crossed.

For a reason Bobby was guessing at, but wasn’t sure of yet, his new folks gave each other what looked like a happy wink at the news that their three kids were each dating one of the next door neighbor kids. “Honestly, I’m glad,” Mom said. “You’ve been acting interested in Chad for long enough that I’ve noticed,” she told Anne, “and it’s good that you’re all being up front about it. Much easier than sneaking around would be. And it will be nice, we can all spend time together like one big family!” And again, another wink between Mom and Dad.

Now to see if the final piece of his change tree came through, Bobby thought. The big issues had been resolved—a big lottery win in the near past, that was part of the change script, had made both families well-to-do without needing anyone to go work for a living; the Vegas trip had been conditional on the lottery adjustment, so Bobby knew it had gone through without a hitch. And, maybe more to the point, there were actually kind, loving parents in place for both families. Something everyone here could benefit from.

Not that Sally hadn’t been kind and loving, but Andrew had been hard for Anne to handle, at times, and that had affected how loving and caring they were towards Bobby, as a parental team. Now that Jenny was solidly attached to Andy, though, and developing into the kind of loving partner who can keep her man in line, Bobby was less worried. That, and he thought Anne would be happier with Chad. She deserved someone who loved her without expectations or conditions, and that was the kind of man Chad was becoming.

But this last piece of the puzzle, the final major change he’d tried for—Bobby itted he was being selfish with it, but he’d felt he had to try. It would certainly make spending quality time with Sally (in and out of bed) easy and hassle-free, if it all worked as planned.

“I really like to hear that, folks, because, well, we, um... sort of decided to start sleeping together, too.”

“As in...?” Dad said. He knew, he just wanted to make sure it was completely out in the open.

“As in we’ve been having sex, Dad!” Anne interjected. She looked embarrassed, triumphant, and extremely happy to be saying it, all at the same time.

Andy, thinking of the sex he’d been having with Jenny, brightened up and added “A lot of sex!” Without any trace of embarrassment.

“All of you?” Mom said with a little grin, sounding faintly, almost deliciously, scandalized.

“Well, not with everybody,” Bobby said, even though he knew his new Mom was mostly just messing with them. “Just with the people we’re dating, obviously.”

“And this means...?” Dad said, with a knowing grin on his face.

“Yeah, we’d sort of like to start having sleepovers. Like, I was gonna ask if maybe Sally could stay over here with me, tonight? Assuming her Mom says it’s okay.”

“And I was hoping to go spend the night with Chad,” Anne chipped in. “Again,” Bobby added, sotto voce.

“As long as I can be with Jenny, I don’t care if we sleep in the swimming pool,” Andy added.

“Before anything else, we need to see what Amanda thinks, right guys?” Mom said. “I don’t think either your father or I would mind...” “YES!” Bobby thought, to himself, imagining himself fist-pumping into the air, “...but I wouldn’t go against what she thinks. She means a lot to your Dad and me.”

Bobby had a sneaking suspicion about what they were going to say next, since this sounded like his big, selfish grab at glory was indeed happening, but instead, a commotion began as the Grays came marching across the deck, and up to the patio door. They opened it, and came on in.

Andy lit up like a million-watt lightbulb, and went straight to Jenny’s side, which pleased her no end. Sally sat down next to Bobby and grabbed his hand, and Chad stood behind Anne, stroking her hair. With a warm smile, Amanda launched right into the matter at hand.

“Chad and the girls told me what’s been going on here, while we’ve been having our own fun in Vegas,” Amanda said, giving Bobby’s new folks a wink. “And, considering everything, well... I’m as happy as I can be! As far as I’m concerned, if my kids want to sleep with your kids, that’s about the best outcome I can imagine.”

Every one of the teens looked overjoyed, Bobby too. Now to hear the “adults” explain to their “kids” what had been going on, in the realities they just got unknowingly dropped into.

“I guess we ought to just go ahead and come clean,” Dad said. “See, your Mom and I—and your Mom,” he said, speaking towards Sally, Jenny and Chad, “had a good time this weekend. A really good time. We shared a room, and, well, we all ended up sharing a bed. Doing what I imagine you kids were doing, all weekend. And, well, the fact is, we want to keep doing it.”

“We decided we didn’t want what happened in Vegas to stay in Vegas,” Mom added. “We want to bring it home, into our own beds!”

“I just about split a gut,” Amanda said, laughing, “when Jenny told me that she’d spent the weekend in bed with Andy, that Anne had spent it with Chad, and that Sally was over here with Bobby. And that they wanted to start having sleepovers like, every night. It sure made it a LOT easier to explain that I was planning on having sleepovers with you guys, too!”

“And for the same reason!” Sally said brightly. To her credit, Amanda didn’t even blush.

“Wow,” Andy said, “you like getting your brains fucked out too, Ms. Gray?”

“Oh, hush, Andy!” Jenny told him. “Don’t say that my Mom likes getting her brains fucked out. That’s what I like. She likes getting screwed into blissful oblivion!” She added, with stage whisper, “It’s more polite!” At which, everyone laughed.

Once it was all out in the open, and everyone sat around the Behr’s kitchen for a while catching up, the various teen lovers started to go off to their preferred rutting chambers for the night. Anne and Chad, and Jenny and Andy, went back to the house next door, to resume fucking in the rooms they’d spent the weekend in, while Amanda and Sally only ed them long enough to grab a toothbrush and change of clothes each, and head back to Bobby’s folks’ house, where they’d be spending the night.

They’d ordered in a couple of pizzas, so while Chad went back to fucking Anne, and Jenny went back to riding Andy, the parental triad, Bobby and Sally all ate and relaxed. Considering how abnormal this scene would have seemed just a few days ago, Bobby felt like this was maybe the most “normal” he had ever felt in his own house. It felt great, watching parents who genuinely loved both him and each other, seeing Sally’s Mom Amanda being so loving and accepting with both them and him, and of course feeling the love—and heat—from his own Sally, as she sat with his hand in hers, absently drawing circles on his palm with her forefinger, reveling in the touch, the simple human between them.

Before taking his teen angel back to his bed, it occurred to Bobby that the ’rents might enjoy an extra special night, with their first domestic sleepover. So, he told them “Hey, I’d like to get a good picture of the three of you! Stand nice and close!” Andy brought his device up, set libido to 50% increase, and hit the button.

Those in their 40s then rather quickly retired to the master bedroom, while Sally and Bobby went to his room. But before long, the grunts, cries and gasps that echoed through the house blended together, and assorted cries along the lines of “Oh, God, you’re both gonna making me cum!” and “Fuck me until I out, baby!” sang out.

All in all, Bobby figured, this was all the change he could want.

At least for now.

The End