#mind break

Mitchell wasn’t the kind of guy to do this sort of thing.

A week ago he had been a shy, meek boy finishing up his college degree in mathematics.
A week ago he had been getting over his girlfriend leaving him.
A week ago he was normal.
But yesterday, while he was out shopping for clothes for summer, he came across a store he had never seen before.

The sign simply said “DISCOUNT!!! 75% OFF!!!”, with no indication what they were actually selling. With dark, musty windows, it was impossible to tell without going inside. Considering he had spent most of his money already on summer wear, Mitchell didn’t really think they’d have anything that would interest him, but since it was such a good sale he figured he’d at least browse.

Inside, he saw why they were selling everything for 75% off. The store was packed with racks and racks of winter clothing. Heavy jackets, long johns, and snow pants made up the majority of the store, with bins full of gloves and mittens. The walls were covered in shelves containing folded sweaters, sweatshirts, and boots. Clearly they needed to clear out inventory before they could stock the store with stuff more fitting of the season.

As Mitchell turned to leave, he saw the girl sitting behind the cash register. With a pale face and long, raven black hair, she was decidedly attractive. She was reading a magazine of some sort, although the cover was blank, and chewing bubble gum. Every so often she would blow a bubble, letting it pop loudly before sucking it back into her mouth. Something about her was captivating, and before he knew it he had walked up to the front desk.

As he got closer, he noticed that she was also wearing clothes not exactly suited to the climate. Everything she wore was black, long-sleeved, and wool. It all hugged her body tight, showing off her figure, but he knew it had to be incredibly warm. Puzzled, he made a noise to get her attention.

She turned and looked at him. “Yeah? Can I help you?” A look of irritation flashed across her face. Mitchell was taken aback for a second.
“Uh, yeah. I was just wondering, uh, why do you guys have so much winter stuff? And why are you wearing winter stuff? Isn’t it hot?”
The girl continued to glare at him. “Yeah, it’s a little hot, but I like these clothes. We have so much winter stuff because we were in the process of moving locations during winter. Now all our inventory is from two seasons ago and we need to dump it all. Fortunately once people start coming in here, it should fly off the shelves. Not like it matters to you.”
Mitchell felt a little uneasy around her, and since there wasn’t anything in here he particularly wanted, he turned around to leave.
“Wait.”
Mitch froze at the command.
“Since you’re the first person to come in since we opened, how about I give you something for free? Then you can tell people where you got it from.”
“Where I got it from? What’s your store called? It doesn’t have a sign.”
“That’s not a problem. Just tell people where to find us. They’ll figure it out.”
The girl blew another bubble. “Anyways, I think we have something that would suit you. Follow me.” And with that, she led him into the back of the store.

Digging through boxes, she pulled up a sort of ugly Christmas sweater with an angry emoji on it.
“Try this on.”
Mitch balked at the idea, but he kind of wanted to do what this girl said so he complied. He slid the sweater over his head. Just as expected, it was entirely too warm, but it was also oddly comforting.
“Well? How’s it feel? You like it?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s comfy I guess, but I’m not a huge fan of the design. And I don’t want to wear this in the heat.”
“Don’t worry. Just wear it out of the store and to your house. On the way home, point us out to anybody who asks about it. Then you can take it off and never put it on again. Deal?” The look in the girl’s eyes had changed since she had brought him back here. There was something sly and mischievous about them now. Mitchell still felt uneasy, but he sighed.
“You’re got yourself a deal.”

The thing about the store that Mitchell had walked into was that, depending on the customer, the items would react with them. And the sweater the girl at the counter gave to him reacted with Mitchell. As he wore it all day, he felt himself getting more confident, more outgoing, and most of all, more horny. By the time he got home, he absolutely had to jerk off. By the time he was done jerking off, he had to again. And the third time he jerked off, he started thinking about his ex.
Laura was cute, and petite, but god he was pissed that she broke up with him. Him, one of the smartest men in the city, with a bright future ahead of him! And he wasn’t bad-looking, either. Who was she to tell him that he wasn’t good enough for her? That he was too boring? As her jerked off for the fourth time that day, he felt his blood start to boil. That fucking bitch… He’d show her just how interesting he could be!

And that’s why, the next day, he had a crying, desperate Laura tied to his bed, his testosterone-addled brain driving him wild with lust and anger. He knew he had had a plan when he got in his car to go to her house, but by the time he got there, he was nothing but a worked up bull, wanting, needing, to destroy the woman who had wronged him.

Mitchell started to undress. He took off his shoes, his pants, his underwear, and finally, the sweater, revealing his new, chiseled body. As the sweater left him, so did its effect. However, the changes it had already made were permanent. Mitchell wasn’t necessarily dumber, but he was too horny to think properly anymore. He was ripped, toned, and hunky, and he gave off a powerful musky scent that was guaranteed to drive women wild. And most of all, he wanted revenge on Laura for dumping him.

He didn’t want her back, though. No, if she didn’t want him, he didn’t want her. His cock hard from her tears and pleading, he started to come up with another plan. He reached down and tore her pants and panties off of her, his bearish strength both terrifying and impressing the helpless girl. He climbed over her, his scent overpowering her.

“Stop crying.”
Laura started crying harder.
“I said STOP CRYING, YOU DUMB BITCH!”
And she did.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
Laura desperately wanted to say no. She desperately wanted the answer to honestly be know. But something about his scent, and the way he talked now, made her nod her head in agreement.
“Good girl. You’re cute when you’re terrified. Like a dumb little rabbit.”
And with that, he slammed his dick hard into Laura’s cunt.
As he fucked her roughly, he started talking to her, molding her mind with his cock and his scent.
“You just want to go along with whatever I say, don’t you? The reason you left me was because I wasn’t assertive enough, wasn’t it? This is the kind of thing you wanted from me, wasn’t it? Well now you’re getting it, you dumb slut. You’re getting it and you love it. You couldn’t imagine being fucked by anybody else but me. In fact, you can’t imagine much of anything besides my cock, can’t you? Because you’re just a sex-addicted trophy maid, a stupid whore made to please my cock and keep my place clean for me. Because you didn’t want a boyfriend, you wanted a master. And now I’m your master. Say it.”
Laura was shaking with lust as she felt his words reprogram her mind. “I-I wanted a m-m-masterrr…” She could barely get the words out, her speech slurred as her brains melted into orgasmic goo.
“That’s right, whore. And you don’t mind sharing master, do you? Because I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not your Mitchell. You left me. You didn’t want me. So you don’t mind if I fuck other girls right in front of you, and make your slutty mouth clean them up after I’m done with them. Isn’t that right?”
Laura nodded, her mind too addled to speak.
“That’s a good girl. Now cum for me like the worthless fuckhole you are.”
Laura came harder than she’d ever cum in her life. Drool was spilling out of her mouth, and her eyes were rolled back in her head. Mitchell groaned in ecstasy, then pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her stomach and tits. Reaching down, he untied her from the bed.
He smiled down at his former girlfriend, and the slutty mess he had turned her into.
“You know what good girls like you need, Laura?”
She shook her head. She wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
“They need a good slut uniform to wear around the house. Don’t worry, I know the perfect place to find you one. I’ll make sure it really suits you. Now get on your knees. We’re going for round two.”

Hey, I was going through my Tumblr and cleaning some stuff up, and I accidentally deleted two stories, so I’m re-uploading them. This is one of them.

Finally, you could relax.
The last few months were nothing more than a blur to you. A hot, sexy, messy blur of passion and submission, but a blur nonetheless.
For some unknown reason, you had gained the ability to read people’s minds. This led to you being exposed to all the sick, nasty, and depraved things they thought about you, which in turn led to you knowing exactly what peopled viewed you as. This spiraled out of control until you were nothing but a fuckpet, seeing yourself through the eyes of all the perverts that surrounded you.
You were able to control it at first, by just focusing your thoughts on your boss. You figured, if you just let your mind’s ability to pick up on everybody’s lust channel itself on one person, you’d be perfectly safe. And true, it helped a lot! You even became quite proficient at it, able to essentially block out pretty much everything except your boss’s thoughts. This led to you being one of the best and most productive employees in the office, able to immediately respond to things nobody else even knew were happening.
But unfortunately for you, your boss was just as much of a pervert as everybody else around you. On one of your “visits” to his office, you picked up on a new desire of his: to share you with one of his higher-ups. Despite everything you had contributed to the firm, especially in the last few months, he still saw you as fuckmeat and nothing more. He planned on loaning you out, whoring you out, to his superiors, knowing that sex always sells and you’d be the perfect sales pitch. With your slutty mouth and dripping pussy, he’d have you suck and fuck his way to the top of the corporate ladder, keeping you on a metaphorical (although in his mind, literal) leash, being his little pet to make him rich and successful.
And unfortunately for you, your months of tuning your mind to his made you even more susceptible than usual to his perversions. With all his new ideas bouncing around in your head, it became impossible to tell where what he wanted started and what you wanted began. So you became his loanbunny, an eager set of holes willing to please anybody to get a fleeting “good girl” thought from your boss. Soon, he wasn’t just your boss: he was your master. He owned you and there was nothing you could do about it. Not that you wanted to do anything about it; you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Sure, maybe it was your master who was enjoying watching you be nothing but a dumb skank, but to you it didn’t matter. What your master wanted, you wanted, and what your master wanted you to do, you did.
You, of course, lost your job. Master fired you and filled your spot with somebody who, while less skilled than you technically were, wasn’t as malleable and whorish as you. You became his live-in maid of sorts, serving not just Master, but anybody he brought over. Some very special VIPs got keys to his apartment so they could come over and use you at any time, and you couldn’t care less.
Then one day, Master left on a business trip. He told you to be a good girl, and that you were to open the door for any guests who came by, key or no key, but after two days nobody had shown up.
You were restless, bored, and aimless. You hadn’t used your own brain in god knows how long. As far as you knew, it was totally fried, incapable of doing any processing on its own. Mindlessly, you sat down and turned on the TV, a rote task hardwired into your muscle memory from years of doing exactly that.
A cooking show was playing. The man on the television was making some kind of Italian food. You registered the ingredients. You registered the knives. You registered his words. Slowly, you realized that your brain did indeed still work, and not only that, but it was completely quiet.
Well, not completely. You could still hear faint buzzes from the people in the building and on the street, but compared to the overwhelming roar of Master, they were nothing. Your mind was free to wander once again.
You flipped through the channels. It had been so long since you were “free” you didn’t even know what to do. Since you were told to be a good girl, you focused on that. The eagerness you had to obey, however, was gone, and soon you found yourself going back through the past year or so. With growing disgust, you realized just how messed up you had been. Your ability to read minds had seriously fucked you up, and now you were essentially unemployed, serving a guy you didn’t even particularly like in every way he wanted, plus you were his willing tool to corporate godhood. With your disgust grew anger at the man who had taken advantage of you. You were an independent woman! How dare he treat you like an animal!
Almost like the TV could hear your thoughts, you hit a channel playing a special on the Earth. Scenes of forests, rivers, mountains, and deserts flashed across the screen. You saw animals living quietly. You saw trees waving lazily. You saw perfect tranquility.
You stood up. Nothing in your life had ever been more clear than this. Striding into the bedroom, you threw into a backpack as many warm clothes as you could find. You grabbed a credit card from a drawer, and with your satchel in hand, you marched out of the building.
Stopping at a supermarket, you picked up loads of dried food. Fruits, granola, and jerky were what were going to sustain you on your bid for absolute freedom until you learned how to care for yourself.
You stopped at the library and opened up tab after tab of information on how to get by in the wilderness. Your ability to concentrate slowly went down, however, as the voices started to grow louder. It seemed you had a time limit before you were overwhelmed by the sick fantasies of everybody around you. Printing off everything you weren’t able to memorize, you shoved the sheets of paper into the already-full sack and caught a bus to the edge of the city. Tossing your cellphone into the freeway, you turned your back on civilization and set off to parts unknown.

Sitting under your shelter, you sighed to yourself. There was something incredibly peaceful about having to answer to nobody but yourself. You had already made plenty of preparations for Winter, so once the temperate weather changed to snow and ice, you’d be ready to buckle down and survive.
It had been six weeks since you disappeared. You hiked for two of those weeks almost nonstop, putting as much distance as possible between you and your former life. You waded through creeks and crossed hills to try and tire out and through off any search parties that might be looking for you, and despite the cold at night, you made sure not to start any fires that might alert somebody to your location. It wasn’t until your mind was completely unable to pick up on any signals from anybody that you decided to settle down and make a spot for yourself deep in the forest.
It hadn’t been easy at first. You wound up having to use many of your valuable sheets of information as fire starter as you struggled to get the hang of making fire by hand. And while finding berries and mushrooms was easy enough, your stomach growled for a whole week while your traps and hooks failed to catch anything. But before you were a month in, your resolve rewarded you. Now you could catch enough food for yourself for the day with ease, and you were able to stockpile on everything just in case you got injured or the weather suddenly went south and you were unable to hunt. It had been a test of endurance, but you survived, and now you were free.
Walking out, you made your way to your favorite sitting rock and started meditating. You had discovered just how wonderful it was to completely untether your mind, and not even let yourself be in control of your thoughts. Your time being enslaved to others was over, and now you were going to end your time being a slave to yourself. A small grin spread over your face as the sun shone down on you, warming you up and filling you with mirth.
Then, you felt it. The familiar electric shock you were sure you had managed to leave behind when you left. You quickly stifled it and it died out, but you knew what you had felt. Somebody’s thoughts had managed to reach you. Horror set in as you realized your powers must just be getting stronger, or somebody was close by, or both. You hadn’t brought a map, so there was no way to say just how close to hiking trails or popular fishing spots you might be, but considering how you hadn’t felt anybody’s presence until today, you knew it was unlikely. Your meditation broken, you hurried back to camp. Panicking, you paced around your smoldering campfire, trying to think of a course of action.
Your meditation had made your mind stronger. Perhaps you’d be able to keep quiet any voices? But you knew that if your power kept growing, you’d never be able to rest peacefully. What if it covered the entire world? What would you do then? What if it started pinging your thoughts to other people? The possibilities of what could happen started making you panic, so you sat down and took a few deep breaths.
And you felt it again. Sharp. Strong. Something about it was different, though. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you reached your mind out to it.
The feelings kept hitting you. Something about it was primal, almost. Unformed and animalistic. This wasn’t like anything you had ever experienced before. Focusing, you tried to work out what exactly you were picking up on.
Then it suddenly changed. The aimless mess of emotions had definitely sensed you, and now it was getting closer. Terrified, but too curious to move, you felt it grow closer and closer, and stronger, until finally…
A lone wolf entered your field of vision. You softy gasped as you both made eye contact. Your mind reading, however, told you that it was far more scared of you. It had seen creatures like you before, and it absolutely didn’t like you or your kind. You weren’t able to pick up why, but you could guess. Knowing that it had sensed you, you tried soothing it. Maybe your powers could now work both ways?
To your amazement, it worked. The wolf started calming down. Slowly but surely, you were able to build up communication with it. Encouraging it to come closer to you, it, no, he, stood next to you. You reached out a hand, telling him that it was all ok, and started stroking his fur. He liked that. You kept stroking. He licked your face. You giggled, then licked him back.
Unfortunately for you, your powers had grown, but your mind had actually weakened. Having spent so much time meditating and not enough time sharpening yourself, it left you open and suggestible. By opening up a two-way connection, you caught yourself in a feedback loop without realizing it, and soon everything human in you was gone as your mind became more and more wolf-like. Likewise, the wolf started seeing you as more and more like a wolf as your humanity left you, and having a new female in its pack, it knew exactly what to do.
So did you, as you got on all fours and offered your pussy to your new alpha. The wolf mounted you with ease, your pussy wet and eager to be bred by your one and only god. Your mind continued to melt as he thrust in and out, his huge penis stretching you wide as you howled and moaned into the dirt. Unable to close the link between you, since you were no longer aware that you even had mind-reading powers, you let his pure animal lust fill you up as his cum did. Completely feral, you followed him back to his pack, where the other male wolves quickly made their way to you.
You were never found. In a way, your foray into the forest had been a success. You were now too busy being a horny bitch in heat for your new family to even care about your old life and old responsibilities. You were completely free to live out the rest of your days being the alpha’s go-to cumdump, and nothing could make you happier.