Mind-Control Panties 11

Adorable & Naughty Gymnasts

The figure was quite adept at slipping in and out of stores to drop off its mind-controlling panties. It stepped out of its mist, appearing in the mortal world, and entered the department store. It was one of those big block stores, the sort of place that families would go shopping together. It knew that its next target would be here. She would come across these panties. The figure was excited, holding its latest creation, a pair of girlish-looking panties.

It was the style of underwear that would be more at home on a girl half the age of its target. This pair was a bubbly shade of pink and decorated with little hearts. Everything about it looked bright and garish. Including the two words written on the back: Adorable Kitten. They were printed in bright magenta with a little bit of gold glitter speckled over the letters.

They were the sort of panties you'd find in the children's section.

The figure instead went for the young adult area. The place where coed shopped. It slipped in and found a rack decorated with panties dangling from little hooks. They weren't quite as naughty as the ones found in the trendy and hip clothing stores, but they were the sort that would attract its target's attention.

The figured flicked its wrist, draping the girlish panties over a racy pair of red underwear. Its task completed, the figure sauntered away, slipping through the crowds, not noticed by anyone. The figure was nondescript. Unremarkable. No one you'd look at twice.

The figure was halfway to the mist when its target moved into the area. Katerina was eighteen, a lithe and athletic girl, her figure petite. She had small breasts clad in a tank top while a tight pair of skinny jeans hugged her long legs and narrow waist. She moved with the grace of a dancer. Or a gymnast. Her short, brown hair swayed about her face as she pursed her plump lips.

Her eyes fell upon the pair of panties. She'd come to buy a few new pairs herself, not intending to select anything so childish. She shuddered when she saw them and snatched them up, stroking them. They were so adorable. They made her feel so girlish. She let out a little squeal as she touched them. Tingles raced through her and--

"What are those?" her mother, Sasha Bell, demanded.

Before Katerina could answer, Sasha had yanked the panties from her daughter's hands. The older woman had blonde hair, her body just as petite and lithe. She was still beautiful, possessing the high cheekbones and accent of a Russian woman. Her face had a doll's delicateness save for her fierce, blue eyes. The older woman stared at these panties, a tingle racing through her.

"What are you, eight?" Sasha demanded of her daughter. "Buy something more your age. Like that cute thong. Why would you pick up these?"

"Sorry, Mama," Katerina said. She always obeyed her mother. Everyone in the family did. Sasha Bell was not a woman that you defied. If you pleased her, you were rewarded. However...

The figure froze right before it entered its mist, sensing something had gone awry. The wrong target had picked up its panties. The magic was already working, affecting the wrong woman. The figure had no idea what would happen now. Would the magic work as intended, or would there be unexpected consequences?

Intrigued by the possibilities, the figure stepped into the mist to wait and find out.

* * *

Sasha Bell

"Goddamn," my husband Mitch groaned as my pussy finished milking his dick dry. "That was incredible, Sasha."

I smiled down at him, my blonde hair swaying about my face. My small breasts were quivering as the pleasure of my orgasm rippled through me. "See, you do something nice for me, and I make you explode."

He chuckled. "You know I like fixing things that go wrong. You don't have to pay me with pussy every time."

"But it's my duty," I said. I was raised very strictly. My mother never spoke a word of English to me, but she was full of aphorisms.

"A happy wife is one with a happy husband. Happy husband is one getting plenty of pussy. If it is not your pussy, it will be another woman's pussy. You want that, my little Sasha?"

I took it to heart. My husband never had cause to complain.

I glanced at the clock and swore. "It's already that late?"

"Well, you did insist on me eating your pussy first," Mitch said. He had this look of triumph in his eyes, proud that he made me cum while eating my twat. He always did.

"That was all you," I said. "You begged to eat my pussy."

"Well, can you blame me? You taste so damn good."

I laughed as I rose off my husband's cock. I needed to get going. I had to teach my gymnastics class. Our daughter, Katerina, was one of my four pupils in my weekly afternoon session. They were all promising girls. All on their own college's teams but wanted extra training to be even better. None would get beyond the state level, sadly. Though Katerina was better than I had achieved at her age.

I was proud of her.

I darted to my dresser, realizing there wasn't time to shower. Not even time to clean my pussy out. I had to get going. I ripped open my panty drawer and grabbed the first pair I found. I felt a wicked tingle racing through me as I thrust my feet into them. I dragged them halfway up before I realized which pair I had selected.

It was that girlish pair of panties I'd snagged out of Katerina's hands two weeks ago. I hadn't even realized I had taken them out of the store, only discovering them shoved in my purse when we got home. Not knowing what else to do, I had thrust them into my panty drawer. I'd meant to take him back, I wasn't a thief, but now...

It was too late. I worked them up, shaking my hips, feeling the tingle intensify across my body. I shuddered as I seated them across my rump.

"Adorable kitten?" my husband asked with amusement.

"What?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at him. "What foolishness are you talking about?"

"You're the one wearing the panties for an eight-year-old girl," he said." That's a little... weird. I didn't think we'd go beyond schoolgirl role-play. Not sure I'm comfortable pretending you're someone that young."

"I just grabbed the first pair. Don't worry." I smiled at him. "But if you want, I can put my hair in pigtails again, don that pleated skirt, and you can fuck me hard when I get home. I'll be all hot and sweaty and needing a massage. You can be my naughty coach and teach me a lesson."

"Goddamn," groaned Mitch. "You know I have to work tonight."

I pouted at him. "Poor you. Well, when you get home, maybe you can slip into our room, find me sleeping, and molest me. I'll be wearing my innocent, little nightie, just all vulnerable and--"

"If you don't get out of here, I'll throw you down on the bed and molest you right now," he said. "Damn, you're feisty today."

I laughed as I grabbed a sports bra and slipped it on. It was good to leave my husband wanting more and knowing that when he returned to me, he would be getting the satisfaction he needed. Another of my mother's lessons.

I slipped into my yoga pants and a tank top, my blonde hair swaying about my shoulders. I darted out of the bedroom and headed downstairs. I was so eager to see all the girls I coached. They were also cute. So adorable.

A hot shudder ran through me as I thought about the four of them.

I sped to get to the college gymnasium for my girls' gymnastic practice. I squirmed in the seat, feeling my husband's cum soaking into the childish panties I wore. I couldn't believe I had grabbed them. My cheeks burned just thinking about what I wore. They were something that belonged on my girls.

My adorable girls were so cute as they pranced about in their leotards.

I licked my lips, this naughty delight surging through me. They were all so cute in their own ways. Like kittens. I just wanted to pet their hair and kiss their forehead and pat their rumps before sending them out to do their tumbles and flips and twirls and all the other delights that gymnastics had to offer. They were all beautiful, of course, eighteen or nineteen, nubile and delicious. You didn't do gymnastics without having a toned and slender body. Petite. Vanessa had the largest breasts of them all, and she was only a C-cup.

I pictured them prancing and frolicking around the floor in their leotards, my daughter Katerina at the lead. She had short, brown hair she'd inherited from my husband and my plump lips. Her small breasts always looked perfect in a leotard, just the right amount of perkiness to show that she was a woman while not doing anything to upset her balance.

Thea was a Black girl, the tallest of the group, with a short, frizzy hair that gave her this wild look. Thea had this energy about her that was intense, her heart-shaped face full of her determination. Her coffee-brown skin set her apart from the others.

Vanessa, the bustiest of the three girls (if you could even say that), had the cutest butt. Her leotard always clung to her peachy ass perfectly. She wore her black hair in a braid that fell stiffly down her back. It didn't move much at all, keeping it out of any danger of getting caught.

The last girl was, sadly, my most hopeless student. Molly had all the enthusiasm for gymnastics, but she was also a tad clumsy. That was a bad trait to have for a gymnast. She was a redhead, her hair was cut short like my daughter's, her green eyes bright. Her happy smile, igniting the dimples in her freckled cheeks, always made me feel just a little bit better about myself. She just had an infectious joy about her. You could never be sad around Molly.

I pulled up into the college's parking lot and jumped out of my car. My yoga pants clung to me, my breasts jiggling in my sports bra. My tits were barely C-cups, not even my pregnancy with Katerina had swelled them up that much. I kept myself in great shape, my body as athletic as my girls'.

I was almost as limber, too.

They were just at the perfect age for doing gymnastics. After that, joints started getting sore, muscles pulled easier, and you just couldn't quite compete at the same level.

I grabbed my duffel bag and sauntered towards the gym door. I opened it up and smiled to see that the girls had already set out the large tumbling mats. They were in their leotards, each of them wearing a different color. My daughter's was pink, hugging her body. Thea had a bright-red one that contrasted with her skin and Vanessa's was an electric blue. Molly's wore a gray one that matched her leg warmers.

"You're almost late, Coach Bell," Thea said, grinning at me.

Katerina shot Thea a look. My daughter then just smiled at me. "Hi, Mom, how was your day?"

"Oh, I had your dad fix that loose railing on the stairs. He was more than happy to do it."

My daughter's cheeks went rosy. She knew what had happened after. I had explained to my daughter the same thing my mother had taught me. If her father did something good, he got a reward. After I explained this, Katerina had given me this look like it was utterly backward, something straight out of medieval times. She lapped up this modern nonsense taught these days. I did my best to correct her, but I was wondering how happy she would be. The old way served my mother and her mother and her mother before her.

It would serve my daughter, too.

I clapped my hands together. "Okay, kittens, let's do stretches."

"Kittens?" Thea asked, the Black girl arching an eyebrow.

Vanessa giggled. "We're not kids, Coach Bell."

"I love it," Molly declared, clapping her hands together. Her small breasts jiggled in her leotard as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

"I do, too," I said. My panties tingled like they had a slight electric current racing through them. "You are my cute, adorable kittens. I'm gonna mold you all to be just perfect."

I cupped Molly's chin and planted a quick kiss on her lips as a reward.

"Mom!" Katerina gasped.

"Oh, did you want a kiss, too, my little kitten?" I asked, sauntering over to her. The current flowing through those girlish panties I wore, absorbing my husband's cum, intensified. I reached Katerina and cupped her chin. My thumb swept across the corner of her mouth and then her cheek. "You're my darling kitten, too, Katerina."

I planted a quick kiss on her lips, just tasting her Apple-flavored lip gloss. "And what about you, Vanessa? Would you like a kiss, too, my little kitten?"

"Sure," Vanessa said. She thrust her hands behind her back and rose up on her tip-toes. I took two steps to her, cupped her chin, and placed a delicious kiss on her lips. My hand slid up her face to her hair, stroking her black strands. "You're just adorable." I booped her nose with my pointer finger and giggled. "You all are. And, Thea, I know you want one, too."

Thea arched an eyebrow at me. "Are you on crack or something, Coach Bell?"

"Thea!" Katerina gasped.

I smiled at the Black girl. "Nope. I'm just so happy to see all of my kittens. You're all just so precious to me." I cupped the Black girl's chin, loving the heart shape of her face. "And you, Thea, I just want you to know that I find you so adorable and lovely and just so cute."

I kissed her a little longer than the other girls. Her lips tasted nice. I couldn't help flicking my tongue out to get a better taste, sliding over her lips. She stiffened, letting out a gasp of shock as she jerked her face back.

"Coach Bell!" she gasped, rubbing her lips.

"Okay, now, my little kittens, I think the first thing we need to do is stretches." I clapped my hands. "Now, let's start doing it so you can start scampering and frolicking."

"Kittens," Thea muttered, shaking her head.

She was stubborn. I smiled at her and petted her frizzy hair, loving the feel of her woolly strands against the palm of my hand. Then I swept behind her to Vanessa who was stretching out her legs. I couldn't resist cupping her cute tush. I gave her a nice squeeze as I leaned into her. "You're doing so good, kitten."

"Um, Coach Bell?" she asked.

"Mmm?" I asked, giving her rump another squeeze.

"You're very... handsy today," she said.

"Well, I enjoy petting my cute kittens. And you have such a cute tush that deserves to be petted."

"Mom?" Katerina asked.

"Oh, are you getting jealous? I'll pet your ass, too," I told my daughter. My panties tingled. This was all so wonderful.

I shifted over to my daughter and her pink leotard, placing both my hands over her rump. She had a firm tush, my fingers digging into her butt-cheeks. I pressed the stretchy material of her outfit into her crack.

My daughter gasped, looking behind her. Her eyes were wide, such a bright shade of blue. "Mom?"

"Oh, you're such a cute kitten," I purred, leaning in. I pressed my breasts into her back as I nuzzled into the side of her face. I kissed her cheek, my nose rubbing against her face. My fingers squeezed and kneaded her rump, my pussy getting hotter and hotter, soaking those naughty panties with more than just my husband's cum. "But don't you just think this leotard is in the way?"

"In the way?" she gasped while a tingle raced around the panties I wore.

"Yeah," I said, releasing her rump and pulling away from her body. I moved around her, shaking my head. "Cute kittens shouldn't be wearing anything." I put my hands on my hips. "Wouldn't it be cuter if you four frolicked around naked?"

Thea's jaw dropped. Vanessa blinked her eyes. Molly's smile slipped.

"Are you shitting us, Coach Bell?" Thea demanded. She had such a fierce expression on her cute face.

"Of course not," I said. "I want to see my cute, adorable kitten scampering around." I shook my head at them. "Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

"Because we'd be naked," Vanessa said, her hands darting to her round breasts. She covered them like she already was nude.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm your mama cat, so it's okay if I see you naked. What is the harm? It'll be so cute. I get to see your adorable tushes and your delightful breasts and even your yummy pussies."

"Yummy... pussies...?" my daughter said, something brittle entering her voice.

"Yeah," I said, marching over to her. "You are going to be a good kitten and listen to me, right?"

Her eyes widened in understanding.

"Good kittens always obey their mama cat," I said, cupping her chin. I leaned in, nuzzling my nose against hers. That felt so nice. She was so cute. I gave her a kiss, thrusting my tongue into my daughter's mouth. I caressed her chin as I kissed her, my tongue dancing with my daughter's tongue. The other girls watched, staring in wide-eyed in shock.

I don't know why.

What was so wrong about a mama cat kissing her cute kitten? Because she was my daughter? Our relationship only made it more exciting.

"Come on, girls, get naked," I said, breaking the kiss. "How can I lick you clean if you're not nude?" I asked them. "I'm your mama cat. It's my job to keep you clean."

"Lick us...?" Thea asked. "Like our... pussies?"

"Of course," I said. I was so confused. Why were my kittens being so difficult? This wasn't like them at all. "If you're not going to be good kittens, then you're not getting your pussies licked. Instead, I'll make you run laps. You'll just run and run and run all practice long. You want that?"

"No," Molly said. "But, you can't lick our pussies. You're our coach."

"And? I'm your mama cat." I shook my head and cursed in Russian. "You modern girls just don't understand anything. If I count to ten and you're not naked, then you're going to be running laps!"

My voice cracked throughout the room. Silence descended.

There was such fear in my little kittens' eyes. I didn't want that at all. My daughter licked her lips and then, she sighed, and slipped her arms through the stretchy neck of her leotard. She worked the one piece outfit down her body. Her sports bra came into view, cupping her little breasts. Then she wiggled the leotard down farther and farther, revealing the pair of blue panties she wore beneath. The leotard fell down her feet, her body so lithe and delicious. I arched an eyebrow at her. She sighed and pulled up her sports bra, her breasts coming into view. She was blushing.

So adorable.

Molly swallowed and then she joined her friend. She wiggled out of her leotard with that energetic energy I'd come to love. She shoved it down her body, her small breasts popping out naked. She wasn't wearing a sports bra at all, but her little titties didn't need much support. They jiggled and swayed as she shoved the stretchy material down over her rump. Her panties were a delicious black. She pushed her leotard down farther, then went to step out of them.

I winced as she fell on her rump.

"Come on, kittens, get naked," I said. I grabbed my own tank top and ripped it off. "See, I'm doing it. Thea, Vanessa, let's go. Katerina, panties off."

My daughter's cheeks went really scarlet. Then she groaned and shoved down her panties and, to my delight, I discovered my daughter was shaved. She had absolutely no hair adorning her eighteen-year-old pussy. I licked my lips at the delicious sight as she worked her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, her hands covering her body, hiding her nipples and her shaved twat.

I shook my head, and then looked over at Molly. "You okay, kitten?"

"I'm fine, Coach Bell," she said. She kicked off the leotard tangled about her feet. Then she thrust her legs into the air as she rolled her weight onto her shoulders. She pushed her panties off her hips, revealing a thick, bright bush. She bent her legs, pulling her knees towards her chest as she worked off her panties. She kept on her leg warmers, though. I didn't mind. Then she easily sprang onto her feet, landing with a light grace. Her firm titties barely jiggled at all.