The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Iris and I had returned to Dani’s shop, although I was extremely reluctant to show my face there, convinced that she’d transformed me on purpose, which she’d more or less just confirmed. She wasn’t the least bit surprised or disbelieving when Iris laid out her accusation. She didn’t seem the least bit remorseful, either, which worried me far more. Just a calm, terse ission that she was aware I’d probably undergo some degree of metamorphosis as a result of my piercing.

I thought I detected a gleam of amusement in Dani’s eyes when Iris jumped straight from that acknowledgement of guilt to a request for a repeat performance. “The ring itself has no powers,” Dani said. “I’ll sell it to you, of course, but it’s just a piece of gold jewelry.”

“How did you know she’d pick the silver one?” Iris asked, confused and a little suspicious; probably not suspicious enough, I feared.

Rolling her eyes, Dani replied, “I didn’t. Neither ring was enchanted. I put the hex on her while I was installing the thing.”

“Oh,” Iris said quietly, finally looking a little troubled. I was almost starting to feel relieved, but put my hand over my face at her next words. “Is it really hard for you to hex the other ring, too?”

Dani chuckled, which struck me as sinister, but it was the same laugh I used to find cute; that was before I knew she was a witch or something that had decided I should be a cow, of course. It’s strange how our feelings about ordinary things change with new knowledge.

“Well, it’s not easy, certainly,” Dani finally answered. “Especially not so soon after one application. But it’s definitely doable. Why would you ask, though?”

Blushing beet red, Iris stared at me for a few long moments before turning her face back to Dani and itting, “I’ve always had a thing for transformations. Now that I know they’re possible, I really want to experience it for myself. I, uh, already tried the silver one, but it didn’t work.”

I was surprised to hear that, as she must have done it after I finally went back to sleep this morning. She’d left the ring sitting on the bathroom sink, and I’d carefully stowed it in a small velvet bag that normally contained my dice. My hand strayed to that bag unbidden, feeling the hard shape of the ring in my pocket, and my heartbeat slowed down again. I was starting to think the magic was turning me into a Gollum of sorts, even when it wasn’t making me bloat into milky livestock. I swallowed reflexively, turning my attention back to the conversation.

Dani was shaking her head and explaining, “It wouldn’t work for you regardless. You’d have to leave it in for about half a day before the changes started, first of all. But the hex is already cast, and that ring will only affect Tay.” She nodded her head in my direction, not actually looking at me, which felt irritatingly disrespectful. I suppose it was a minor point, considering she’d cursed me, but on the other hand, at least she hadn’t called me Tatum, my actual (and hated) legal name.

“So it will work on her again, if she puts it back in?” Iris inquired, and I knew her well enough to see how aroused she got from the thought. It kind of made me feel sick to my stomach, but I couldn’t help getting a little turned on about the fact she was getting turned on.

“It will, and much more quickly next time,” Dani said, looking directly in my eyes at last and winking. It made me feel both heated and chilled.

I swallowed nervously and asked, “Would it actually turn me all the way into a cow?”

Dani snorted and said, “Of course not! What kind of monster do you think I am? I just wanted to teach you a lesson about how trying to copy someone else’s style just makes you one of the herd.” I was surprised to see lust written in her face when she asked, “How much did you change, anyway? It’s different for everyone.”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer, or even hold eye , but Iris was all too willing to explain the extent of my transformation in loving detail. It made me embarrassed, but her honest enthusiasm was getting me hotter all the time, as well.

“Okay,” Dani finally said, after they’d fangirled over my bovine metamorphosis for a disturbingly long time. “I’m willing to cast the hex on the other ring, since you’re so into it, but I have a couple of conditions.”

“What are they?” Iris asked immediately, seeming a little breathless.

“I want to watch, and I want to record it,” Dani said in a rush, and I was surprised to see a faint hint of blush appear on her cheeks.

Iris balked for a few seconds, throwing me a nervous glance, but answered, “I don’t think either of us would mind you watching, and Tay’s obviously got the hots for you anyway….”

“Hey!” I interjected, turning red. Iris gave me a small smile and reached out for my hand, but continued her weak excuse for bargaining.

“I don’t like the idea of things being recorded, though,” she concluded. “There’s too much risk of it getting exposed somehow.”

Dani snorted and said, incredulously, “You really think I’d put something like that online? Even if I did, most people would assume it’s a fake, but I’d attract the attention of those who’d know it isn’t. Believe me, you do not want the attention of magical enforcers on you.”

I wanted to raise further objections, or at least hear more about whatever kind of magical community Dani belonged to, but to my shock and dismay, Iris capitulated almost instantly. “Well… alright. As long as you promise it’s for your private collection only, that’ll be okay.”

I stared at her, aghast, but she just smiled and squeezed my hand again. I lowered my head in defeat, and started to worry that Dani’s hex or curse might have had lingering mental effects. She said she wanted me to see that I was part of a herd, and here I was, following the path of least resistance, even against my better judgement and justified fears.

For her part, Dani made a pinkie swear and said, “C’mon in the back and get in the chair. I’ll fetch your ring!”

Since the real changes wouldn’t set in until the wee hours of the morning, Iris and I took our leave and promised to meet Dani at her own loft around midnight, so she could watch it unfold as requested. And for the record, the fact that we both lived in lofts in the same part of town was absolutely, unequivocally a total coincidence.

In the interim, I tried several times to persuade Iris not to go through with it, but my efforts were feeble and easily deflected in the face of her enthusiasm and arousal. She couldn’t seem to sit still, and her hands kept idly drifting to her new nose ring, or her breasts, or her crotch. She was a horny mess by the time we walked up to Dani’s door, and honestly, I wasn’t much better.

“Come in, ladies!” Dani said as she welcomed us inside, with a slight hint of mockery, as if we didn’t deserve to be called ladies. I supposed she might be right.

“I think I can feel it starting already!” Iris said as soon as the door was closed. She groped herself unashamedly, making me blush on her behalf. “I think my boobies are swollen, and I feel really hungry!”

Dani smirked at something Iris said, probably the ‘boobies’ bit if I had to guess, but replied, “The hunger is a side effect. Things will happen faster if you eat, so I took the liberty of getting some salad things together. They’re in the kitchen; help yourselves!”

“Yummy!” said Iris brightly as she hurried to the ‘kitchen’ area, which was just a corner of the room, similar to my own. I followed meekly, also hungry for greens.

Fortunately, Dani didn’t insist we eat on the floor or anything, although she smirked at how thoroughly we chewed the handfuls we ate. We made small talk for a while, until Iris let out a loud, lowing noise and grasped her stomach. “It’s definitely happening!” she gasped, ripping off her shirt and sports bra right there at the table.

I was embarrassed at her behavior, and even more so at how turned on I felt to see her act in such a way. Dani and I gasped at the sight revealed, as it was clear that Iris had an udder swelling just above her mound. I knew, from intimate familiarity, that her boobs were bigger than normal, too. Dani quickly got out her phone and started recording the transformation.

Unbidden, Iris shimmied out of her pants and panties, wholly unconcerned that she was being watched and filmed. She seemed unsure of which parts of her body she wanted to stimulate the most, but finally decided on putting a few fingers inside her pussy, which squelched noisily, and letting the other hand slide between her breasts and steadily-growing teats.

Iris mooed loudly, driving herself to a dripping climax that seemed to roughly coincide with the emergence of her tiny horns, and the growth of her cow-like ears. I don’t think she even heard it when Dani said to me, “Put your ring in and her, Tay.”

Without volition, my hand obeyed her command and extracted the bag from my pocket, and then the ring, carefully sliding it through my septum and screwing the jeweled clasp shut. I could feel the transformation begin almost immediately, and mooed in dismay as I quickly disrobed. I’m not sure if stripping was part of the command to ‘’ Iris, or a result of my own fear about ruining my clothes, but either way, I was naked, crawling, and swelling in a matter of seconds.

Iris was too turned on at that point to care about much of anything but more gratification, and she slipped off her chair to meet me on the floor, kissing me hungrily with a tongue that seemed much longer than I ed.

“Two sexy, naked cows for me to play with!” Dani taunted, roving around the room to capture us from different angles. “Oh, and look at your cute little tails!” she said, reaching out to grab mine and stroke it, causing me to moo with pleasure at the feeling. “Just keep making out, you dumb cow sluts!” she ordered, laughing unkindly but putting away her phone. “I’ll be back in a minute or two!”

Iris and I continued kissing as instructed, even though I could feel a mildly painful pressure building in my breasts and udder. As humiliating as it would no doubt be, I hoped Dani was planning to milk us when she returned, since Iris would presumably be lactating soon enough, if she wasn’t already.

As it turned out, however, Dani had been fetching a trio of cameras on tripods, which she set up around us to capture all the action. She was also mostly naked, now, except for a strap-on. I it, I’d fantasized about nude Dani on any number of occasions, but in this context, I felt more dread than arousal, especially when she squirted a generous dollop of lube on the rubber dick and dropped to her knees behind me.

The fake phallus pounded into my pussy without further preamble. I mooed loudly, not sure if I intended it to be horrified or fulfilled. I hadn’t truly consented to the insertion, and even in my idle fantasies I hadn’t wanted Dani to top me, but the pleasure I experienced from being thus filled was immeasurable.

“Poor dumb Tay-cow!” Dani hissed as she pumped. “So desperate to act like a big-shot, but she’s really just a subbie bovine slut putting on airs!” I mooed in dismay, humiliated and desperate to argue the point, no matter how feeble my negation would seem in light of the evidence being recorded. But, quite literally, I couldn’t find the words; I mooed again.

“She’s a better top than you!” Iris said, unexpectedly coming to my defense, after I’d thought she was lost to the joy of having her deepest, darkest fantasies fulfilled. I gave her a weak smile and a tender look that I hoped conveyed my gratitude, and my love.

Dani just laughed, and rather than try to argue the point, simply said, “No more talking, Iris-cow!” I was no longer surprised when my girlfriend’s next word was an angry, bovine bellow. She looked shocked, though, and finally started realizing how much trouble we were in. She reached up for my ring, perhaps intending to undo it, but the action sealed our fate. “No more hands, either!” Dani yelled, increasing the pace of her thrusting as we mooed plaintively.

The conversion of my hands to hooves was the most painful part of the metamorphosis yet, at least physically speaking (the udder, personally, was the part that caused me the most mental anguish). Still, the transformation didn’t hurt much more than a bad cramp or charley-horse; it was enough to make us yell, but not really wear ourselves out screaming. Once it was done, though, there was no hope that we could ever remove our jewelry, and it was clear that Iris and I both feared we could be stuck like that forever.

My horror was gradually overwhelmed by the pleasure of being fucked, no matter how much I wished otherwise, and I mooed rapturously as Dani drove me to a shattering climax with her strap-on. When my eyes could focus again, they saw Iris with tears streaming down her face. I wasn’t sure at that point if they were an apology for getting us deeper into this mess, or perhaps shame at how low I’d been brought in front of her. I was certainly feeling a hell of a lot of self-pity at that point, and more than a little anger at her as well, mixed in with guilt at my own culpability.

“Now, let’s show Iris-cow how a real top fucks,” Dani said, grinning. Once again I was reminded of how that same broad smile used to make me think she was hot and edgy and irable, and now all I saw was malevolence. She started knee-walking around us, pausing to slap our faces with her messy fake cock, then continued until she was behind my girlfriend. I could tell by Iris’s face when it entered her, and I bellowed with jealousy and rage to see her expression change to the look of delirious lust that I’d no doubt been displaying recently.

“Damn, Tay!” Dani said. “This cunt is tight! I guess you never bothered to service her with anything but your fingers or tongue, huh? Some top!”

I gritted my teeth, fantasizing about biting her, or goring her with my horns, but she seemed to be keeping us in our places, somehow. More magic, I suppose. Even after everything else, watching my girlfriend cum loudly while being fucked by our tormentor was the lowest, most hated moment of my life thus far. Especially since I came again when Iris did.

A thin ray of sunlight landed on my eyelids, making me cringe and turn away. I reached up to rub them with my hand, which made me realize I had hands again. I sat bolt upright, looking around frantically.

Iris and I were still in Dani’s kitchen, still naked, and still wearing our septum rings. We were not, however, the least bit cow-like otherwise. My nose wrinkled as the smell of sour milk assaulted my nostrils, and I realized we were laying in a congealing puddle of the stuff, probably forced out of us when we changed back, just like in my tub the day before. I shook Iris’s shoulder, hissing, “Wake up! We need to go! Now!”

“There’s no hurry,” Dani said from the living area, where she was seated on her sofa, drinking coffee and looking at her phone. “Not unless you have somewhere to be, anyway.”

“We’re human again!” Iris said, moments after blinking herself awake.

“Yeah, the transformation only occurs at night,” Dani said nonchalantly, taking a sip from her mug. “There’s more coffee in the pot if you want any,” she offered. Then, getting a devious look, she added, “There’s some really fresh milk in the fridge, too!”

“What are you going to do with us?” I asked, trying to sound firm and angry, but I could hear the underlying tremble in my voice.

“Nothing else, for the present,” Dani replied. “But if you’re asking about the long-term, I’m going to fuck either of you as often as I want, and probably milk you. I’m thinking I might have you both buy some goat milkers or something, so you can express yourselves at home and just bring me the goods.”

“You’re crazy!” Iris said, looking aghast.

“You’re a monster!” I shouted simultaneously.

“Guilty as charged, I suppose,” said Dani, shrugging. “Crazy monstrosity aside, though, I’m your Mistress now, and if you ever want to spend another night as a real girl instead of being my milky cow-slut slaves, you’ll be docile and obedient until I get bored of you and let you go. If you sass me too much, I’ll just get off on taking revenge.” Her malevolent grin returned as she concluded, “If you thought I was being mean last night, then you truly have no idea how low you can go.”

I shuddered, feeling like I wanted to throw up, while Iris cried silently. After a while, she asked permission for us to leave, which Dani granted, warning us both to return to her apartment before sundown that night. “I won’t let the transformation take place in public,” she explained, “But if you can’t change you’ll experience pain, and it’ll get worse the longer you stay away. Plus, I’ll take it as disrespect and punish you.” On that grim note, we got dressed and made the world’s worst walk of shame back to my loft.

“I’m so sorry!” Iris wailed once we were indoors again. “I never dreamed she could be so… so… cartoonishly evil!”

Hugging my girlfriend, I tried to soothe her, and take my fair share of the blame. “None of this would have happened if I’d just been satisfied with our relationship, and not so worried about how other people saw me, or how they saw us.” I sniffled, wiping my leaky eyes and nose. “And I really could have picked a better role model, I guess.”

Although it might be surprising, given the events of the last two nights, Iris and I kissed tenderly. I think we did it as an apology to one another, and for comfort, but it led to other things of course. We disrobed each other slowly, then made our way to my tub for a long, sensual shower, washing away the residues of our tainted orgasms and curdling milk. Once in bed, there were no power plays or games, just two tired, scared, but loving women seeking whatever solace they could find.

The gentle tinkling of our jewelry striking together was a constant reminder of our servitude, but we tried to put it out of our minds as best we could. We eventually decided to lay side-by-side in a sort of sixty-nine, largely because we could more easily ignore our piercings that way. We took our time, trying to make sure our orgasms would be simultaneous. I guess that was a good idea, because Dani had given us another little surprise to her by, and it largely killed the mood afterwards. When Iris and I finally drove one another to a pair of much-needed climaxes, we mooed loudly as we came.