The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You know you don’t have anything to prove, right?” said Iris as she followed me into the shop.

“That’s easy for you to say,” I replied, feeling bitter. “No one calls you a ‘wanna-be’ or a ‘baby butch’ or a ‘tryke dyke’.”

“But how is getting a nose ring going to stop any of that?” my girlfriend whined, stamping her little foot for emphasis. She was a girly girl, and when we hung out, the same people who called me those things called her a ‘lipstick lesbian’, ‘pillow princess’, or something along those lines. Unlike me, she didn’t consider the to be slurs. She often liked to remind me that she was very much not a princess in the sack, too, so I almost enjoyed it when they used that one.

“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t,” I said, shrugging. “Either way, it’s my nose, my money, and my choice, right?”

Iris pouted cutely, which is normally how she coerced me into doing what she wanted. It didn’t work this time, though. I was dead set on getting my piercing, no matter what.

The lady who worked there, Dani, kind of awed me. She was definitely into women, and her sense of style and fashion was a continual source of envy to me. She had a slender build similar to my own, and if her face wasn’t so pretty she could have been mistaken as a skinny dude, as had happened to me more than once. More importantly, from my perspective, her ink and her piercings conveyed that she was a punk and a top, both of which I was increasingly desperate to communicate about myself. I sometimes got the impression she didn’t like me, probably because I tried too hard to act like we were peers when we ran into one another in the wild, so to speak. I thought I saw a brief flash of disdain cross her face when I walked up, but it was soon replaced by a professional smile for a customer.

Before I could explain what I was looking for, Dani held up a hand and said, “I couldn’t help over-hearing your conversation. I think I have just the thing you need. Wait here, please.”

My eyes followed her progress as she walked through the beaded curtain into the back. “She’s got a nice, tight butt, doesn’t she?” whispered Iris, sounding more amused than annoyed. It was a valid and true observation, but I had actually been iring the scaly snake-like dragon-thing that decorated most of her left leg, easy to see in the short denim cut-offs she was wearing. I tried to explain that in hurried whispers, but Iris just kept giggling, and when I heard the beads clacking again I gave up.

“These are on clearance,” my idol explained, holding up two thick nose rings, still wrapped in clear plastic. One was silver and had a black stone set in it, maybe onyx or jet. The other was gold with a greenish-brown stone that I didn’t recognize at all. My first reaction was that they were not what I was looking for. My original idea had been to get something thin, as nearly everything about my body was thin, even my narrow little snub nose. But the more I looked at them, the more I liked them.

Impulsively, I pointed at the silver ring and said, “That one, please.” Iris made a small noise of surprise, which was fair, since I was usually very picky and slow to choose; she teased me about it whenever I visited her at the coffee shop she worked at, and took too long to place my order.

“Great choice!” Dani said, tossing the gold one under the counter. “Let’s get started!”

I ired myself in the mirror that night, loving the way my new ring looked. I’d shocked Iris by getting it in my septum, since she’d been expecting one in my nostril; truth be told, that had been my initial idea as well. But with one as thick as this, it made much more sense to set it in the middle. Or so I told myself.

“That’s gonna take some getting used to,” my girlfriend said, staring at me in the mirror while she brushed her teeth. She had her own place, but we liked to spend the weekends at my loft, since I lived alone and we could be as loud as we wanted.

“It’s healing up super quick,” I remarked, trying to see up my nose, noticing that there was hardly any redness or swelling. Dani clearly knew her work.

“I guess it does make you look a little more ‘hard-core’ or something,” Iris itted. Then she giggled and said, “No one would mistake a cow for baby butch!”

Annoyed, I stopped iring my new piercing and gave her a glare, then swatted her butt softly, trying to drive her toward the bedroom. “Watch who you’re calling a cow, Ms. Big Tits,” I said, more sullenly than I liked. I truly didn’t resent having such a small chest, and Iris wasn’t really huge or anything, but the distinction between our busts was substantial. I loved playing with her boobs, and she didn’t seem to mind paying mine more attention than they really deserved.

“Moo!” said Iris, playfully. I rolled my eyes, but then, inexplicably, I mooed in reply. I was stunned at my outburst, having not intended to do that, but fortunately she just giggled and let the matter drop as we got into bed and snuggled together.

Our love-making was soft and sensual at first, because that was how Iris got worked up enough to let me push the envelope. I was feeling extra powerful, probably thanks to the new statement dangling from my nose, and had an easier than normal time directing my girlfriend to do what I wanted. She was an amazing pussy-licker, and sitting on her face was a ion I intended to indulge soon, but I wanted her to spend some time apologizing to my hard little nipples first. It was unexpectedly intense when she latched on, and my surprised moan of pleasure almost sounded like another moo. I blushed crimson, as did Iris, but she grinned up at me and her suckling got more forceful. I was starting to get a little scared by the time she drove me to a climax just from playing with my little titties.

Iris was surprised by my ionate response, too, and finally detached to say, “Wow, babe, I’ve never seen you react like that!”

I was panting and gasping for breath, and I could feel a wet slickness on her belly where I was straddling her, which had to have leaked out of me. That was fairly unusual as well, but I was too distracted by how red and swollen my nipples looked to give much thought to my abnormal degree of wetness. “Holy shit!” I finally managed to wheeze.

Iris reached up to run her hand gently along my jaw, and I closed my eyes in response, moving my head slightly to lean into the touch. She trailed her thumb ever-so-lightly against my new piercing, causing me to shiver with lust, and whispered, “I think maybe we discovered a new game you like to play.”

Opening my eyes, I stared down at my girlfriend in confusion, dully asking, “What game?”

“I think…” she said slowly, still making me quiver by touching the nasal jewelry, “Maybe you enjoy the idea of being a cow….”

Shocked and offended, I was just about to make a retort when Iris pinched my nose ring and tugged on it. The movement was still quite delicate, and rather than hurting me, it sent a bolt of electricity directly to my clit. Against my wishes, my body mooed loudly when it happened, and I could feel the burning flush in my face spread across my body as the humiliating utterance seemed to echo around my loft.

“I think that was a yes!” Iris said between giggles. Her guileless mirth was starting to make me a little angry, although I was honestly more pissed off at myself for behaving like a barnyard slut. She still had a grip on my piercing, though, and used it to gently direct me onto the mattress beside her. I was powerless to resist, and worried that my annoyed grunting would be mistaken for more mooing. If it was, Iris at least refrained from mentioning it as she positioned herself with legs spread wide, then pulled on my ring until my face was between them. Her intent was obvious, and though I resented being led around like an animal, I obeyed meekly.

Again, in the interest of honesty, I was never truly unwilling to go down on her, even if I preferred to do so on my schedule rather than hers. Iris had one of the prettiest pussies I’ve ever seen, pink and petite, with hair so thin, so soft, and so sparse that she had no need to manipulate it. She was quite wet already, and the combined aroma of her pungent lust with the floral body wash she favored was as intoxicating to me as ever. She’d finally let loose my piercing so I could pleasure her properly, but I seemed hyperaware of its presence now, feeling it acutely whenever my movements caused it to bounce or drag against her intimate flesh.

I pride myself on my oral skills, and I’m more than familiar with the things that really get Iris revved up, but she seemed to be enjoying herself more than usual. Every little thing I did seemed to have a magnified impact, and she was moaning and thrashing, sometimes holding my hair so tightly I was afraid she’d pull it out. She might have done that, if it’d been long enough to really get a good grip on.

I could still feel warm wetness on my thighs, with the occasional new rivulet sliding down, and knew I was leaking like a sieve, which still struck me as odd. Iris was a lot wetter than normal, too, though, so I was gradually starting to it that we might both be extraordinarily turned on by the change in our routine. I certainly didn’t want to turn into a switch or, god forbid, a sub… especially not one who got off on acting like an animal… but as a one-off sex game I was prepared to reluctantly concede that it got us both boiling.

I finished Iris off with a flourish, proud of how loudly she was cumming, and happily licked up the small flood of juices that rewarded my efforts. In the twitching aftershocks of her orgasm I was finally able to collect my wits, and while she was still recovering, I mounted her as I’d originally intended, rubbing my sopping-wet cunt all over her face.

“You’d better do an extra-good job tonight, since I let you go first!” I said in a husky voice, trying to recapture control and reassert my dominance. Games aside, Iris did love being ordered around and taken, at least in the bedroom, so she obeyed willingly, albeit a little haphazardly at first while she was still recuperating.

My own responses to being eaten out were also exaggerated, not that I was doing so deliberately. But every gentle lick or deep plunge or labial nibble seemed to hit just the right spot, and I was so wet that my thrusting hips felt almost frictionless against Iris’s smooth skin. She finally drove me over the edge, and even though my moans still sounded suspiciously like moos, I was too deeply enrapt in my climax to care very much.

We lay side-by-side, kissing gently and giggling immoderately, whispering about the soaking messes we’d made of the bed and each other. My belly felt like it was doing flip-flops, reminding me of how lucky I was to have a girl like Iris.

I awoke to a horrible cramping feeling in my belly. I moaned loudly at first, but then forced myself to be more quiet, not wanting to wake Iris. After my initial surprise, I recognized the pain as hunger pangs, although why I should feel so empty was a baffling mystery. Granted, my dinner hadn’t been huge, as I rarely ate much at one sitting. But the empty gnawing I was experiencing was so severe, it reminded me of my wobbly-legged need for food after the one marathon I’d run back in college; yet it was even more intense, and demanded immediate attention.

I tried to get out of bed, but my legs were indeed feeling weak, and I immediately fell down, unable to stand. Groaning, I crawled from the corner of the loft, where my bedroom things were, to the small kitchen area in the opposite corner. Pulling myself up to my knees with the help of the refrigerator handle, I was surprised to realize how bloated I felt, considering the overpowering hunger. I set it aside for the moment, opening the door and blinking at the well-lit shelves of food, salivating heavily all of a sudden.

I reached first for some leftover pizza, but a few bites convinced me that it wasn’t going to suffice, even though I liked it cold almost as much as I did hot. Frowning in annoyance, I rummaged around, finally seeing a bag of mixed greens that struck me as the perfect thing for my hunger. I unsealed it and reached in, grabbing a handful of leaves and whatnot, lowing quietly with satisfaction as they hit my tongue. My eyes rolled up in bliss at the grassy taste of chlorophyll, or whatever else might be responsible for the distinctive flavor.

Feeling impatient, I mooed in annoyance and tried to open the bag further, so I could get my head down in it in order to eat faster. In my haste, it ripped open completely, scattering the contents onto the floor around my knees. I mooed again, angry that I’d made a mess, but then decided that everything was fine after all, as I dropped to my hands and knees and gobbled things up.

As my need for food was gradually satisfied, I began to pay closer attention to other unfamiliar sensations that I’d been somewhat aware of the whole time, but had largely ignored. First and foremost, I could feel actual breasts dangling and swaying beneath me. Looking down, I thought that they were probably bigger than Iris’s delightful handfuls, although it was hard to compare when I’d only seen mine hanging like that. Below them, or beyond them from my current perspective, was a ruddy swelling just above my bush. It kind of looked like I was wearing a fanny pack, and I hoped it was just an illusion somehow caused by the shadows of my new tits, but somehow I knew it wasn’t.

“Oh my god!” said Iris, who had approached unnoticed and was staring at me in surprise. I mooed with shock and dismay, finally starting to realize I was undergoing an impossible transformation.