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Mind-Control Panties Story 11: Adorable & Naughty Gymnasts

Mind-Control Panties

Story Eleven: Adorable & Naughty Gymnasts

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

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 nonde***********. 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 *********** 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 ...