Mind Control and Bimbofication.

"I mean, is it though? We're both getting older. Its not unusual for people to put on some weight as they got older."

"I could barely keep up with Terri and her boyfriend on that hike. I didn't like huffing and puffing like that."

"They're fifteen years younger than us; its not that big of deal." "Yeah, you kept up with them fine; I didn't. But... Well, I want you to help me get back into shape."

"Great, absolutely. It'll be good for us to spend some more time together, anyways."

"Okay, so, an app on my phone, some supplements, and time in the gym? That's your big plan?"

"There's not some big secret. The app helps you track calories. The supplements help you get what you need and you need to do the work. I'm not saying this'll change everything, but we stick to this, and we will see results."

"Okay, if you say so."

"Okay, wow, babe, I gotta say, these results are amazing. I mean, I lost like fifty pounds. We gotta, like, sell those supplements. Do you take these supplements too?"

"Oh, I didn't make them. I take the ones formulated for men, you take the ones formulated for women of a certain age."

"Well, still, we should look into selling them as a side hustle or something. All my girlfriends want to know what my secret is."

"Give me their names. I'll see about getting them their own supply."

"You're the best."

"Seriously, I don't think I've ever looked better, babe."

"You look great, baby. But, I don't want you to get like a complex or anything. I'd love you if you were 300 lbs."

"Ha, you're sweet. But there's no way we could do what we did last night if I was 300 pounds."

"Okay, yes, last night was a lot of fun. But you're beautiful because you're feeling more confident."

"There's no need to sweet-talk me, I am rarin' to go, hun."

"See, and you're horny because you're more in sync with your body. Its all inter-connected."

"Whatever you say."

"Y'know, if you like the results so far, BTI does make another set of supplements for those who've plateaued on this set of supplements."

"Oh, babe, fuck yes, order those! I bet I'd feel even better."

"Hey, babe, hows it going?"

"Mmmm, just great. Just got back from a 4 mile run. Just going to stare at the BTI app to cool down... unless you have some more cardio for me?"

"Let me finish my coffee and take my supplement, and we'll see."

"Babe, can I ask a question? How come I look so much younger than you? Why don't the BTI supplements make you as fuckable as mine do?"

"Oh, the BTI Just For Men supplements are a little more focused. My supplements are why my dick has gotten so much bigger and why I don't have any trouble getting hard anymore."

Okay, it wasn't just me. There was usually at least one or two (out of twenty) in the office. And one of them usually was Luz. Luz didn't like working from home. She didn't like having to act as her own IT support. She didn't like the distractions. She thought working from home was some namby-pamby millenial shit.

Because she was in the office so much, I ended up talking to her. Not exactly the type of work-friend I wanted. She wasn't far off from retirement. She just wanted to make a little bit more money to supplement her husband's life insurance payout, and gossip about her co-workers. She had been working alongside these people for twenty-some years, so she cared a lot, even if they didn't come in that often anymore. But she talked about them a lot.

Honestly, I was bored out of my mind. The job was not hard. I had maybe 15 hours of work to fill my 40 hours a week. Which I had to spend in the office. I ended up browsing some sites that I'm pretty sure would make IT give me a talking-to. But I didn't fully go down the rabbit hole at work. I did it at home. I was at home when I found the dark web address for BimboTech.

Honestly, once I bought the Slow-Burn Coffee Creamer, it became kind of a game for me. A lot of days, it was just me and Luz, but not all days, and probably not most days. But when it was just me and Luz, I'd get her a coffee. Luz loved coffee, and she loved the way I made coffee, she decided. She started pouting on days where other people were in the office. "Its just kind of a pain in the butt to make nice coffee for so many people; its better for it to be a nice treat for just the two of us." I had explained -- I had worked in a coffee shop in college, that's how I knew how to make such nice coffee, which as far as she knew was true.

But slowly and surely, there were days when it was just me and her and the coffee. She started "working from home" if there were too many people in the office. Her workload wasn't much higher than mine, and if she couldn't get her coffee, she didn't care. The days she was here, she was still talking to me. A little less office gossip and lot more about her personal life. She was getting so horny now-a-days, and wasn't it so weird that her hair was getting its color back? She had gone in for a trim, and her stylist, whom she knew for nineteen years, didn't recognize her at all!

I ended up getting her a sex-toy from the BimboTech site, and convincing her to put in her retirement papers with the company. According to my boss's records, she did her last two weeks entirely from home. He hadn't come in that entire time. She didn't actually stop coming in. People thought the new girl in Luz's cubicle must have been Luz's replacement. Sandra thought it was hysterical that new-Luz was using old-Luz's desk!

It wasn't too long after that that Luz got too dumb and too horny to do her old job. Which suited me fine; it didn't sit with me right to have Luz do her old job and not draw a paycheck. She still came in everyday to the office, she just stayed beneath my desk the entire work day.

I have to admit, that once I started getting Sandy coffees when she came in to the office, it started having a knock-on effect, and male attendance on the 5th floor started returning to pre-COVID levels.

"I'm in here, honey," his mom called out from the living room. He gawked, mouth flopping like a fish, when he opened the door. He knew his mom was attractive; he had put up with jibes from his friends since he was like 12. But, she didn't spend her time lounging around in skimpy, tight bathing suits.

"What's going on? With the lights? Why are you dressed like that?" Ethan stammered out.

"We really need to talk about how your classes are going, sweety," His mom said, seemingly undisturbed by the curious lights in the room. His ears really were pounding now. "One of your little friends came by and said that you had a fight over one of your group projects?"

Ethan really wanted her to focus, but -- "Wait, Donovan? Donovan came here? He's not my friend. He's a freak, kept saying that he could use magic to get us a higher grade. I ended up having to do his slides just so they'd get done."

"He seemed very distraught. I am really quite upset with you that you hurt this young man," his mom sniffed.

"Its not like we fought physically, we just had a yelling match because he wouldn't shut up about his magic," Ethan defended himself, "I didn't lay a hand on him."

"Well, he was very upset, I didn't raise you to be some sort of loutish brute," his mother said. Ethan looked at her. Everything felt wrong right now. "I had to get down on my knees and suck him off just to make him feel better."

"You... what?! You sucked Donovan Chen's dick? Why-- The fuck is going on?" Ethan said, his ears continuing to pound. The green lights flickered, and the shadows on the wall moved unnervingly. His head was starting to pound, in the same unheard rhythm that his ears were. He collapsed on to the couch.

"You're in college now, Ethan. You can't expect to me be there to fight your battles and make everything better like I did here," his mom said, in the same disappointed mom tone that she had when she discovered a bong in his room. He didn't even want to acknowledge his mom ever had sex; he already had to put up with his friends making MILF jokes. Why would she jump to sucking Donovan off?

"Why would you suck Donovan's dick, Mom?" Ethan asked, his head in his hands.

"He was very upset!"

Ethan was about to explode on her when he was interrupted by the door to the master bedroom creaking open. "Is he... still HERE?"

Donovan Chen walked out, shirtless, with a smirk. He held a wax candle, and didn't say a word. Ethan started to get up, but his legs started trembling as he saw who followed Donovan. Nessa, his girlfriend, was here.

"Nessa, baby, what the fuck is going on?"

"Hey, Ms. R, looking good," his girlfriend said to his mom, using the same nickname she always did for his mom. Nessa's eyes switched to him, and her face grew serious, "Ethan, did you YELL at Donovan here?"

"He-- He kept saying he could use magic to do our assignment!" Ethan said, his blood turning cold, "It was a group project, I wasn't going to fail because he's gone nuts--" No, Ethan realized. Donovan hadn't gone crazy. He had. The world had. Nessa placed one her hands on Donovan's chest, and looked up into his eyes.

"Its sounds to me like you were just mercilessly shooting down Donovan's ideas for the project," Nessa said, "I think you need to learn how to collaborate better, Ethan. She put her arms around Donovan's neck, and he bent down to kiss her. She threw her leg around his hip, and he reached back and grabbed her ass to stabilize her. Ethan rubbed his hands against his eyes. He knew he should be kicking Donovan's ass right now, but his head was pounding. Everything was off.

"As a punishment for you, I've decided that I'm going to fuck Donovan for a while," Nessa said, breaking her kiss. Honestly, based off how she was dressed, and what his mom just admitted to, this made sense. It took Ethan a minute to get over the craziness, but he saw that really, this was Donovan in control. "Without a condom of course, Ethan."

"Okay, I get it, man, you actually are magic. I can't beat you up, because you'll turn me into a newt or something. I'll... I don't know, I'll email the professor and ask her to change my score of you for the teamwork portion of the project. Or, let me guess, Professor Bartleby is in the room too, and you already changed my grade and fucked her as well."

"What? No, don't be ridiculous," Donovan said, his hand still on Nessa's ass, "Bartleby is old and ugly. I'm not casting any magic spells on her. I'm glad to hear that you'll fix my grade though," Donovan had a big shit-eating grin on his face. "Though, hey, you might as well come on out now, babe." He called back into the master's bedroom.

Ethan tensed, but then he realized, Donovan had already fucked his mom and girlfriend. He didn't have a sister. There was no one else in his life that would hurt as bad as these two. He could hear someone closing the door of the en suite bathroom and walk towards the living room.

"Miss Choudhury?" Ethan said. "Holy shit, you went after my boss at my internship?"

"Oh, good, you're here, Ethan," Miss Choudhury said, like it was normal for her to be in just a bathrobe in his mom's condo, "Young Mr. Chen and I just had a conversation. I realized that I've been repressing my sexuality for a long time, and he's helped me come up with an actionable plan to fix that."

"Let me guess, he's going to come into the office on the days I work and fuck you in front of me, or something?" Ethan said. Obviously, Donovan had decided he was going to be ruining his life.

"Oh, no. I mean, obviously, I'll be fucking Donovan, he's a very capable young man, but no, I need a way to let out my sexual aggression. He and I will be going to shop for some strap-on dildos, and I'll be pegging your sweet little caboose on the days you work."

"You really fucking suck, you know that, right?" Ethan said to Donovan. There wasn't anything to do; if Donovan could corrupt these poor women's minds this thoroughly, it wasn't like he was going do anything.

If they hadn't said that, Sam probably would have gone back to his table. They were loud and way over-served. They were yelling at the TV, and when they weren't doing that, they were yelling at the bartender to turn the other TV to the Flyers game. Why they needed both TVs to be on the hockey game, Sam didn't know. And he was watching the Temple game. He was an alumnus of Temple. Now, the game wasn't going well for the Owls after their center got into some foul trouble, and he was considering settling his tab and walking home. He had his wife at home. But, he liked the bartender here, and from what he could see, he was not the only patron who was annoyed by the three drunk idiots.

But, the thing is, he could do something about it. He didn't want to, not consciously. When he first got the ability, he thought that maybe there was some sort of malevolent entity in him that was doing it. Now, he was more open to the idea that it was just a part of him, some sort of id, that wanted it. Regardless, he tried to tamp down on the impulse to use this. It wasn't moral. He hadn't used the power in the seven months since he got married.

But the siren song was always there, calling out for him to use the power. Anytime he was annoyed with another person, that he didn't get his way. He could do something about it. Think about Patty, she's your best friend. You. Are. Married, he thought to himself.

Then the little bastard with the buck-teeth shoved him. He wasn't going to let this devolve into some bar brawl. It didn't have to be that bad. He could just edit them a little. Get them to calm down and go back to watching the game, right?

No, that's not how it works, Sam, part of him thought, Once you ride the storm, there's no telling where you end up. But that part wasn't it control anymore. Sam screwed up his eyes, put his thumb in his mouth and blew.

Everything stopped. Including Sam's conscious thought. Whatever was happening, he didn't have control of it. An eternity passed as space-time was rewoven more to Samuel's liking.

He opened his eyes. "Professor Ridewell, its a pleasure to see you again." Two tracks opened up in his mind. One part of him knew that this was an asshole who was about to try punching him out a moment ago. The other part saw Professor Randi Ridewell, with whom he had a torrid sexual awakening as an undergrad. Whom he met every year for a reunion, and where she should bring her most promising new students that she had corrupted and let them cum their brains out on Sam's cock. (One track of his mind, nearly faded from existence, knew his original penis was nothing to write home about, but that was years and years ago.)

"Let me introduce my guests," Randi said in a soft lilting voice, "'Lady Nyx' as she likes to call herself, was in my creative writing class. She tried to write a fantasy-romance story, but after becoming a regular at my office hours, it became a bit steamier than that."

"I've heard so much about you, Sam," Lady Nyx purred, as she offered her hand for him to kiss, "Professor Ridewell has told me so much about you. I even bought a larger dildo so I could practice. You've got a lot to live up to, but I'm looking forward to this."

Damn, he must have been subconsciously hornier than he thought. "And, as for Miku here, she was unfairly kicked off the cheerleading team after they found her with half the basketball team. A bunch of Puritan nonsense, if you ask me. But I've never met a student who had more school spirit than her."

"You are very special alumni of Temple, yes? Miku loves Temple! Do anything for Temple!" The girl said in heavily-accented English. Oh, you should feel bad about that one, Sam, a small voice in his head thought aloud. Miku did a high kick and exposed her lack of panties, and he snapped his attention to the here and now.

"I'm sorry, honey, these games are so addictive. You complete a level and you think 'that wasn't so bad', and then the next one starts. I'm sorry, just give me a few minutes."

"C'mon, babe, I got work in the morning."

"Just keep your eyes shut and face away from me. If I complete two more levels, I unlock the next section, and that's a good place to stop."

"God, you know how hard it is for me to get to sleep, ~grumble.~"

THE NEXT NIGHT

"Okay, I need you to take my feelings into consideration. When you stay up late, I have a harder time getting to sleep, and that makes my day much harder."

"I hear you. Thank you for using 'I' statements like Dr. Larson taught us. I feel like at the end of my day, I need some time to myself to relax, and this game lets me do that."

"I hear you. I have a compromise. A buddy of mine at work had the same with his wife, and they found this game. It has a goodnight mode. You turn it on, and it'll lull you to sleep."

"That sounds a little weird."

"Will you try it? I'll send you a link."

"Okay... BTI, I've never heard of them."

"There's like four million fly-by-night mobile game developers. I'm not surprised."

"The background's like, bikini babes."

"Okay, I didn't know that. But Seth's wife really liked the game. Will you try it? We really need to get better with our sleep hygiene. The gameplay is still the whole stacking water puzzle stuff."

TWO NIGHTS LATER

"Whoa, what--"

"Hey, baby!"

"Jeanie, is that... you? The fuck happened?"

"Oh, I got a high score in that game, so BTI gave me a free tour of their headquarters. They ended up sticking a tube in my butt and made me all fuckable!"

"What?"

"I know you want to go bed early. I have an idea on how to make sure you're nice and tired!"

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