My name is Devin, and I'm the token loser at my school. My body is shaped differently than every other guy in the school. This becomes even more apparent in the showers after gym class, where I see the guys whispering to each other about me. They even share what they see with the girls in our class. Whenever I walk past a group of girls, I always get the same response. First, they stare, then they comment to each other and giggle, followed by more staring as I walk by. This could be bearable if they would keep their comments to themselves, but it's moved beyond just whispers behind my back.
The guys, girls, and even teachers at my school constantly tease me about my looks. They'll stop me in the hall, send notes, and even text me messages and videos. All in a never-ending effort to mock me. My home life makes things even worse. Unlike every student in school, neither of my parents has a job. When I asked them to please get one, they refused. This seems to be a well-known fact around school, giving them all more ammunition to make fun of me. I've never had a girlfriend, of course, because no girl would ever look at me in that light. That has given me a lot of free time, which I usually fill watching anime, which is my one comfort in life. Anime and, well, ummm, more risque anime sometimes, too. A man has needs.
In anime there's often a character trope I relate to. At the beginning of the story, he's an unpopular, weird-looking dude like me. Hated by all, loved by none. At some point in the story, though, the situation changes. He somehow acquires a means to make people love him, particularly the girls. Sometimes, it's a trick he learns, finds some special device, or even is given it by a divine angel. The end result, though, is the same. He gets laid a lot. The stories are filled with very problematic issues regarding consent, but it's fiction, and only an idiot would think to do something like that in real life. Besides, while this type of story occurs in anime all the time, it can't happen in real life. Right?
One day, after a particularly rough time at school filled with girls following me around to tease me relentlessly, I collapsed on the couch to mellow out a bit. I pulled out my phone, thinking I might see if any new anime was posted on my streaming apps that may pique my interest. As I opened the phone, I saw an app I had never noticed before. I don't remember ever installing it. The icon showed an odd symbol on it, and the name of it was peculiar. Could this possibly be? Is it possible? Do I have a mind control app on my phone?
Based on the name of the app, what else could it be? It had to be. But how did it end up on my phone? Maybe it is a top-secret application that was accidentally uploaded onto my phone instead of the intended secret agent's phone. Or, possibly, I was chosen as a tester before it was made public. Or maybe someone has been watching me from the shadows and has taken pity on my situation and given me a means to escape my tormentors. Why wasn't important. What really mattered was what I was going to do with this new power?
I opened the app and was overwhelmed with images, sounds, and videos I didn't understand. I quickly closed it. It looked complicated, but maybe that's okay. Often the mind control apps depicted in anime are so advance they didn't even need to be open. All you needed was for it to be on your phone, and it somehow interfaced with your mind and worked automatically. Probably what I saw when I opened it was all the information it was pulling from my mind. No wonder it was overwhelming.
After thinking about it all night, I decided to test it at school tomorrow and knew just the target. Makayla is widely considered to be the most popular and hottest girl in the senior class. She is also one of my biggest tormentors, constantly following me around and mocking my body and looks. She has even resorted to waiting outside of my classes so she can start teasing me the second I get out of the class. Over the past month, I have resorted to completely ignoring her and haven't said a single word to her, but that hasn't deterred her.
I'm not choosing her to test this app on out of revenge. I'm not that petty. I've picked her to get back at her for everything she has done to me. I want her to feel like I have. I want vengeance. Also, she has D-cup breasts, a perfect round ass, and cute curly red hair. To summarize, I'm using the mind control app on Makayla because she's hot and for revenge.
In between classes, I approached her as she stood at her locker. "Hello, Makyala," I said cautiously, as I still didn't know how well the app would work.
Makyala looked like a deer in headlights. Not the reaction I was expecting. "Oh my gosh! Hi Devin! Wow, you're actually talking with me," she said, feeling her hair and smoothing out the bottom of her shirt. She was totally taken aback that the school's biggest loser would dare approach Ms. Popular like this. But she hadn't told me to get lost or leave her alone, so maybe the app was working.
I decided to press my luck and see how much control I had over her. "Makyala, I want you to follow me to a place where we can be alone. Is that okay with you?" I asked. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks became bright red. This was probably her trying to use willpower against the power of the app, but it didn't work.
"Are you serious Devin? I would love that! Can we go right now," she asked gleefully. It was amazing. Not only was the app making her agreeable to my suggestions, but it made her act like I was fulfilling her dreams by asking her to follow me. She looked over to her group of friends and smiled through her teeth while hopping up and down. She was probably looking to them for help, but the app wouldn't let her. Instead, all she could do was smile. Her friends, not able to sense her internal cry for help, only smiled back and gave her thumbs up.
As she followed me to our intended destination, Makayla was rambling on about how excited she was to hang out with me and other drivel that I didn't pay attention to. All side effects of the app, I'm sure. We reached a classroom in the corner of the school, tucked away down a remote hall. I knew the room would be unused for at least the next two hours. She continued to jabber on as the door closed behind us, and finally, I commanded her to, "Please stop talking."
She instantly did before adding one last statement. "Sorry, Devin. Whatever you want, Devin. I tend to talk a lot when I'm excited."
Makalya stood there smiling and anxious about getting her next command. Although I'm sure inside her head right now she was wondering how I was able to control her like this. Devin knew the next command he had planned would be the true test of this mind control app's power. "Makalya, take off your shirt," I said sternly.
Her face changed from one of looking anxious to a big smile. "Oh fuck yes!" She yelled, throwing her shirt over her head and off to the side. She was wearing a black lacy bra that showed off the entire upper half of her tits. If I squinted, I could convince myself that I could see just a bit of areola. This was really happening. I had the hottest girl in school standing in front of me in her bra, a sight I'm sure many guys in the school would kill to see. But it was me, Devin, the biggest loser in the school, that she was showing them to.
My mind raced, thinking of all the possibilities and fun I could have with this app. I could make the whole school my harem. All my sexual fantasies come true. "I hope my boobs are to your liking Devin," she said. Getting distracted by my own thoughts, I hadn't even noticed that Makayla had taken her bra off. No longer trying to peak at a bit of cleavage and areola, I was now face to chest with her fully nude boobs. I no longer had to fantasize what her nipples looked like as they were in full view of me.
It dawned on me that I hadn't even commanded her to do that. This app was having her do things I subconsciously wanted her to do without me needing to speak it! That's incredible. "Should I keep going with the pants, or do you want to feel these puppies a bit first," she asked me, giving me a lusty look.
"I...ummm.... uh...," I said as my eyes dashed between her crotch and her tits.
"How about you feel up my tits while I take my pants off then," she suggested. She approached me and grabbed my hands, placing them squarely on her chest. In less than a minute, I had seen my first ever pair of naked tits in person and was now even feeling them too. Makayla dropped her pants to the ground, and I was now rubbing the tits of a nearly naked woman.
