The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Rebecca clenched her jaw and gripped the thin wood laminate desktop, her fingers curling over the edge and squeezing until they turned pale. Her back arched, dragging her ass against the back of the plastic seat. She couldn’t look away from the scene on the overhead projector. After a few breathless moments she mustered the strength to at least close her eyes and willed her lower back to relax, planting her butt back onto the chair bottom. She felt the juices puddled in the seat squelch against her thighs and moaned like the woman on the projector screen.

The scrawny redhead’s voice ed a chorus of sluttish howls from the women all around her. Row after row of them were shackled to their school desks at the wrists and ankles with fuzzy pink handcuffs, powerless to do anything but mewl and drip as the bleach blonde bimbo on screen rode her partner. “Please,” she whimpered to nothing in particular, thighs clenching together. She wanted to touch herself so badly. They all did.

“Not until you finish school,” her Daddy’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. It was unfair. She had finished school. She had a Master’s degree. Then the…the something happened. Her mind blanked whenever she tried to think of the why. Rebecca knew that there was a time and a life before she was assigned her Daddy and enrolled in Good Girl School, but how she and every other woman had transitioned from normal of society to…this…was a massive blank space in her memory that gave her a headache if she focused too hard on it. When she asked Daddy he would just pat her on the head and tell her not to worry. She pressed him once at the beginning, but the disappointment in his voice when he asked whether she needed to be sent back to the Good Girl Factory had frightened her off bringing it up again.

Rebecca held her breath as the woman on screen started cumming, eyes locked on the small muscles of her lower stomach visibly trembling as the pleasure swept over her. The girl one desk over shrieked with envy and yanked against her cuffs with all her might. “Please, I need it! I’ll be such a good girl!” the poor thing sobbed. They all had those days. Rebecca wished that getting to cum only cost her dignity. “You’re still holding on to the old life, baby bird,” her Daddy would say no matter how she begged for release.

She spent the bus ride home thinking about how she could stop holding on. At least, she tried to. Feeling the warmth of another pent up girl’s thighs on either side of her, their cuffs bolted to their waists such that they could swing their hands within a single agonizing inch of their pussies, made it hard to really focus on anything. Every part of her life now made it hard to focus. Was resenting that her problem? How could she possibly feel differently? There was one thing left to try, but she hated the idea of…

“Spa Day!” Her Daddy called as she shuffled off the bus. She gulped, but recovered well enough to plaster a smile across her face before Daddy did his concerned eyebrow raise.

“Yaaaaaaay, you spoil me so good, Daddy!” She cheered, cuffs clinking as she flapped her hands in celebration.

He pulled her into a hug as she walked closer and sighed. He always saw through her acting. “I know you don’t like the spa, baby bird. And I’m not going to force you to like it,” he whispered as he kissed the top of her head. She was grateful for that. She had been at school long enough to witness more than one schoolmate’s cries for sexual release devolve from full sentences to one or two word cries like “Horny! Want cock! Good girl!” to know that her Daddy was taking the gentle parenting route. She thought about how poor Jennifer had been reduced to simple animal grunts as he buckled her into the car and drove to the spa.

“What treatment are you picking this week?” He asked her as he steered into the parking lot.

“Horny,” she whispered, hoarse with nervousness at his reaction. He just shook his head and smiled.

“Then I’ll pick Horny too,” he replied, “but I don’t know why you do this to yourself. You could pick Tits or Ass just once, it’s not like one treatment will make you a freak. Hell, sometimes I think a couple rounds of Dumb would do you a world of good.”

“NO!” She shouted, hands fluttering in reflexive panic. He just waited and wore the same patient smile as she got her breathing back under control. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just…want to learn to be good for you by myself.”

“Without being forced to, I know. And I agree. That’s why I promised to use my pick on Horny for as long as you do. Nothing more invasive until you choose it.”

She smiled, grateful to have him for a Daddy as he got out and walked around to open her door. He reached in and grasped her cuffs. “Of course, every man’s patience has its limits,” he added, pulling her out of the car and planting her on the concrete beside him. “They won’t let me keep you in school forever. Eventually they’ll reassign you, or send you back for a factory reset.”

She felt nauseated as she followed him into the spa, unable to hear anything but the blood rushing in her ears as her heart jackhammered. He was right, and he wouldn’t have mentioned a factory reset if she wasn’t running out of time. He wasn’t forcing her yet, did that mean she could get away with another couple weeks of delaying the more striking modifications? Horny was the one selection that let her believe she was still the Rebecca from the before times. She was still holding on.

“Daddy,” she whispered as they waited their turn in line. “Please pick Horny again.”

“Of course, baby bird,” he answered with a squeeze of her hand. “I promised I would.”

A short while later they stood side by side at the front desk. She moaned and leaned heavily against Daddy when he hooked two fingers into her waistband and pulled her panties down enough to reveal the bar code tattooed on her mound. She tried to buck her hips as the man behind the desk held his scanner out toward her crotch.

“Skinny for such an eager one,” the man commented, typing away on his tablet.

“I know, I spoil her,” Daddy said as he looked at her meaningfully. He was right. She was deviating from the path and others were starting to notice.

“Which modifications this week?” The man asked.

Daddy made a show of considering the menu before answering the way she had wanted. “Double Horny this week, I thi—”

“Tits.”

“Baby bird?”

She squeezed his hand and tried not to shake. “Please, Daddy. I’m jealous of Jenni in class.”

“Well, I did say I spoil you. Tits and Horny,” he told the man who nodded with approval. Daddy kissed her on top of the head before pushing her through the spa door.

She had hoped the upside of only one round of Horny this week would help her think more clearly, but the unfamiliar feeling of her D cups jiggling with every bump of the bus made her pussy throb even worse if anything. “Kacie, give me some room,” she hissed at her seatmate as a particularly big bump set the dark haired girl’s hips into Rebecca with force.

“I can’t help it, Daddy finally let me use his quad mod voucher on Ass,” she replied, wiggling her hips for emphasis.

“Why would you want that?” Rebecca asked, craning her neck to inspect just how pear shaped Kacie must be now. Even with one hip practically in Rebecca’s lap the girl could barely wedge half of her new rear onto the bench seat.

“It’s a secret~” Kacie called back in a singsong ‘I’m smarter than you’ tone. She had been some kind of arch bitch in the before times, and some things couldn’t be modified away.

It wasn’t until halfway through the first movie of the day that Rebecca had to concede Kacie’s arrogance might be warranted. Up until that point, Rebecca had been transfixed on the redhead taking it doggy style on the screen. The woman’s hair was the same shade as her own, and now their tits were roughly equal. It felt much easier to get lost visualizing herself as the one getting mercifully railed until another girl’s moaning got so loud that it brought her back to reality. It was coming from the desk in front of her.

She saw Kacie’s extra thicc bubble butt rise and fall against her seat back in a slow, purposeful rhythm. The megapear moaned just like the woman on screen, louder with each ing minute as though she was building to a climax. Rebecca sat there staring as Kacie’s moans reached a volume that dominated the room.

Finally she noticed the pitifully small fabric of her panties bunched up at against the top of the chair, the underwear reduced to a thong when faced with the task of covering the curve of Kacie’s new asset. The pinned bit of fabric between her crack started slack against the top of her shelf of a rear, but it gradually grew tighter as she lowered her hips inch by inch. She was pressing her ass against the seat so hard that Rebecca could hear the plastic creaking in protest. The girl moaned as her ass reached the bottom of the chair and immediately shot back to the top, still jiggling as it began another descent. The bitch had swelled her ass fat enough that her panties were tight enough to let her masturbate!

Rebecca and the few other girls seated close enough to observe what was happening immediately tried to copy the action, but they simply didn’t fill out their underwear enough to make it catch just right. Their chorus of envious mewls drowned out Kacie’s moans for a few minutes, but as her orgasm came within sight she grew loud enough to best even the most petulant whine. All the other girls gradually went silent, straining to get a view of Kacie as her moans grew more frantic. She was so close. They knew it. She knew it.

Only Rebecca was close enough to hear the ripping sound layered under Kacie’s hysterics. She stared at the patch of panty fabric peaking over the chair, saw it go slack and tighten, slack and tighten. Another tearing sound. Kacie’s voice was deafening now, each moan punctuated by the clap of her cheeks as she slammed them against the chair with desperate intensity. Rebecca couldn’t hear anything else.

Kacie’s panties went slack as she lifted her big butt to the top of the chair…and stayed slack as she dragged it down into the plastic seat. She stopped for a moment before throwing her ass back again even harder. She did it again and again in frantic succession. Rebecca teared up herself as the poor girl started sobbing.

“No no no, I’m so smart! Let me cum! I figured it out! I’M A GOOD GIRL!!!”

“It was a really good idea,” Rebecca offered, staring at the bare pussy peaking out from between Kacie’s thick thighs as they rode the bus home. Kacie just looked at the clean rip where her panties had separated at the seam before resuming her blank stare at the back of the next seat.

“I needed one more rub,” she said, voice wooden. “I barely fucked in the before time. All the boys I teased and rejected. I hate her. That girl who gave up all that cum so she could feel smart.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’ll graduate soon. You’re a good girl,” Rebecca cooed, leaning her shoulder awkwardly against the pear shaped woman in an attempt at tenderness.

Kacie shook her head violently and leaned away as best she could with her massive buns anchoring her to the seat. “I’m not. I cheated. Daddy will see my pussy and…and…he’ll know!” She blubbered, sobbing all over again.