Mike just moved into the little town of Clarkston. No one knew of him or of his power to control the minds and thoughts of others. Mike was just getting to know the area and getting his plans in place for his new group of mind-controlled sex slaves.

Mike decided to stop at a pizza place in town for a late dinner. He went into the quiet little place and grabbed a table. There were only two other tables with people eating at them. It was close to closing time.

A quite skinny girl about 20 years old came over to his table and gave him a menu and asked if he wanted anything to drink. Mike was impressed with her smile and friendly attitude. Her breasts were small, but her legs and ass looked to have great potential under her tight black slacks. She had long, red hair down to her ass.

He decided to make her his first sex slave, but to have some fun doing it.

He read her name tag: “Clarrisa”.

“Sure, Clarrisa, I’ll have a coke” Clarrisa turned and went into the kitchen.

Mike started on some of her changes while she was gone. She would feel attracted toward the new stranger. She would feel comfortable talking with him and telling him about herself.

When she came back to the table, she took his order for a pizza, but instead of taking it back to the kitchen right away, she stood talking. In the 5 minutes that they talked, Mike learned that Clarrisa was not seeing anyone and was living on her own while she was going to college. She came from a rich family, and her father had rented her a small 2-bedroom house about two miles from town. She said her dad thought it would be safer this way instead of having to room with other college kids. She was conservative and really had no desire for a relationship. She wanted to concentrate on school.

When she left to take his order back, he began to get to the real work. He started to make some more changes. He worked slowly so she would not notice anything as being wrong. None of the changes would start until she went home and went to sleep.

When she came back with the pizza, Mike put all of the changes in place. He made some more small talk throughout the night while he ate. When he left, he left her a large tip - $100. She didn’t want it - it was way too much. Mike told her that he won $ 40 million in the lottery a year ago and that he just wanted to help a hard-working college kid. She accepted the tip and walked Mike to the door.

“I’ll be back again,” he said as he left. You can count on it, he said to himself.

After Mike left, she helped clean up and close up for the night. She went home and studied for an hour, thankful that tomorrow was Saturday and she would not have class.

She took a shower and then went to bed wearing a big, baggy nightshirt.

As she slept, some of the programming Mike had done began its work. Throughout the night, her small breasts slowly grew from her flat A-cups to beautiful, big D-cups. Her nipples also grew so that they were an inch long and hard at all times. At the same time, her mind was being opened to a desire to want to show how sexy her body looked.

Clarrisa woke up at 8 a.m. and groggily walked into the bathroom. She hated mornings and always had a hard time getting around. She brushed her teeth, then took off her nightshirt, and looked in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open, and she screamed in shock and ran into the bedroom. She looked down at her new breasts. “My God, My God, My God,” she kept saying. She slowly reached up and touched them as if they might explode or something. “Yes, they are real. How could this has happened,” she said.

She went back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. “My God, I look GREAT. I can’t believe it. What am I going to tell my friends? HELL, what am I going to wear?”

She reached up and started to feel her new D-cupped breasts. They were full and firm. Then she noticed her big nipples. “I can’t hide these even with a bra on; they will stick out like I’m some horny slut.” She shook her head, “Well, I can’t do anything about it.”

Clarrisa went into her bedroom and started to change.

She started to look for a top. Finally settling for an old football jersey that her ex-boyfriend had given her. It was the only thing that would fit. “I’m going to have to go and buy some new clothes today, that’s for sure!” and laughed at herself. She put on a pair of shorts and sneakers and headed for the mall.

On the way, she thought that she was glad that that nice guy had given her that $100 tip last night.

She went into a negligee store and tried on some new bras. They all made her new nipples hurt. She then tried on some bras that just gave some support from the underside of her breast. These made her breasts look even bigger. She decided to buy a few pairs of this type, but the only ones that she liked were the sexy, lacy kind. Not the plain and functional kind.

She left that store and went to some clothes stores. The only clothes that caught her eye were the sheer tops. She picked out many different tops from tank tops to blouses, all made of sheer material that you could see her new big nipples through. She did buy a normal white blouse for work, but it had a low cut that would show off the tops of her breasts.

She spent more than her $100 tip, but she didn’t care.

She wore one of her new blouses home from the mall and threw the football jersey away.

She looked at herself in a store window and was impressed with the sight. “Why have I been ashamed of my body before? Was I ashamed of my small breasts? That must have been it because I love the way I look now!” She turned around and headed home.

When she came home from the mall, she took off her clothes and stood in front of the mirror, playing with her new breasts. “God, I love ‘em.” She was so happy that she left her clothes off for the rest of the day.

When it came time to go to work, she got dressed and put on one of her new, sexy black bras and her new worktop. You could see a hint of the black material through the top, but she didn’t care. Her nipples stuck out like tent posts.

When she got to work, she thought she would have to try to explain her new breasts, but no one noticed. (Mike had given them all instructions to accept all changes, both to her body and her personality.)

Throughout the night, the male customers could not help but stare at Clarrisa’s new, big breasts, and she liked it, A LOT.

At the same time as the night before, Mike came in for dinner. Clarrisa came over and waited on him. “Wow, what happened to you?” Mike asked, knowing the true answer.

“You won’t believe it, but I woke up with these.” She said, looking down at her breasts.

“Well, I guess I have to. The proof is right there.”

She took his order and returned to the kitchen. While she was gone, Mike again made some changes to her for the night ahead.

Again, he left a $100 dollar tip. “I can’t take this big of a tip again, Mike,” she said. “Go ahead. From the looks of things, you probably need the money for some new clothes. Besides, I have more money than I know what to do with.”

That night, Clarrisa underwent some more changes. As she slept, all of her hair follicles below her neck died. The only other physical change was that her calf muscles shortened. All night, she dreamed about sex. Not just regular sex but also giving blow jobs and anal sex. She never saw a face though during her dreams. Her acceptance of her changes was also pushed into her mind.

In the morning, Clarrisa woke up and stood. She immediately got a bad cramp in both of her calves. She sat down on her bed and rubbed her legs. She noticed that the cramp would go away if she extended her toes. Again, she stood up. This time, when her legs started to cramp up, she stood on her toes, and the cramps left. “My muscles must have cramped up during the night.” She said to herself as she walked to the bathroom on her toes.

She looked at her naked body in the mirror and smiled. Next, she climbed into the shower. As she washed, she noticed that the hair below her neck was washing off, including her pubic hair. “Great, no more trimming or shaving my legs.” She said. As she inspected her pubic area, she started to rub her clit. She felt a jolt of energy go through her body. She then started to masturbate her self with her fingers, coming to an orgasm stronger than she had ever had before. She had slipped to the floor of the bathtub during her orgasm and twitched with leftover micro orgasms.

“My God. Wow. I’ve never cum like that before.” She then stood and finished her shower.

After getting cleaned up, she returned to her bedroom. She was getting tired of standing on her toes and found her only pair of high-heel shoes about 2 inches high. Her calves still cramped a little, but it was not too bad. She put on another pair of shorts and a new, sheer light blue blouse.

Clarrisa returned to the bathroom and looked in the full-length mirror. Looking at herself, she admired her new looks and was happy with the way her big new nipples could be seen through the shirt.

She could not help herself and had to reach up with both hands and pinch and twist both nipples. “Mmmmm feels soooo gooood.” She then looked at herself again and was impressed with the way her legs looked when she wore heels.

“I need some more clothes.” She turned and grabbed her purse as she headed back for the mall.

Clarrisa went straight to the shoe store. She found that if she wore shoes no shorter than 3 inches, her legs felt okay. If she wore 4 inches or higher, they felt great. The only problem was that she was not used to walking in high heels. She bought 6 pairs of new shoes. Three pairs of 5-inch spikes, 2 pairs of 4-inch shoes, and a pair of 3 inches that she wore out. All had ankle straps.

The next store she found herself in was a Victoria’s Secret. She decided to buy clothes that showed off her new body. She picked out an assortment of sorts: mini skirts and short dresses that also showed off her big breasts. As she was getting ready to leave, she noticed the stockings. She picked out a large array of calf stockings and garter belts. The pantyhose that she normally wore looked uncomfortable. She walked out wearing a new, shiny black mini skirt, her top she had worn from home, and her new high heels.

When she got home, she noticed that it was already time to go to work. This time, she put on her sheer white blouse and the same black mini skirt. She also wore a pair of black sheer stockings with a matching garter belt. She looked in the mirror and smiled. Her skirt just barely covered her ass cheeks. She would have to keep pulling her skirt down. She had a 2-3 inch piece of tanned legs showing from the hem of her skirt and the top of her stockings. Instead of the 3-inch high heels, she had on a pair of 5-inch spikes. “Man, do I look good or what?” She then went to work.

Once again, her friends at work did not notice any changes. But Mike did. He had arrived before Clarrisa and put out a field of invisibility around himself. Tonight was the big night.

Now he watched as Clarrisa started waiting tables. He started making changes.

Clarrisa found herself walking sexily. Her hips swaying from side to side. She would try to walk normally, but it was like she forgot how to. She soon gave up.

About a half hour later, she found that if she had to bend over to pick up something, she couldn’t bend her knees. She would instead bend at the hips, lifting the back of her skirt so that everyone that looked would see her pubic mound tight under her panties. Again, try as she might, she could not bend her knees. Again, she just gave up.

Mike was having a lot of fun watching the changes take place. He could have just instantly changed Clarrisa into the slut he was making her into. But this was much more fun. He already had decided that when the change was complete, Clarrisa would know and understand what had happened to her. But she could only keep it to herself no matter how hard she tried.

A little while later, she had to go to the bathroom. Great, a break from this terrible night for just a couple of minutes. She went into the public restroom instead of the employees’ only and went into a stall. She immediately relaxed. As if her mind was on hold, her hands removed her panties, and then when she was done going to the bathroom, she wiped with them and flushed them down the toilet. She never realized what she had done. At this same time, words were removed from her vocabulary. She lost all politically correct words for body parts like breast, vagina, and penis. The only words she could think of and use were words like tit, titties, pussy, cunt, dick, and cock. She also had the ability to speak in the first person removed. She had to refer to herself in the third person. Her voice was also changed. It was raised an octave, and she formed her sentences to sound like a little girl. She did not notice any of these changes while in the bathroom, but found out as she spoke.

Clarrisa left the bathroom and greeted a couple that came in. “HI, Can Clarrisa help you?” in a singsong little girl voice. She wanted to run away but instead acted normally. A look of confusion came on the faces of the customers. “Sure,” they said. “OK, Follow Clarrisa.” She said as she escorted them to their table.

Mike was almost laughing. He had enough and sent out a message for everyone to leave for the night, including the staff except for Clarrisa. She stood in confusion as everyone left. Mike then took down his shield, and Clarrisa noticed him. She walked up to him. “Clarrisa’s scared, everyone left Clarrisa. Clarrisa is changing and doesn’t understand what is happening.”