GITJ Tangent Thread: Seeking Approval, p7

“So this is your, like, idea of a good time?” Sam Packer asked, laughing nervously as Ashleigh attached the last of twelve electrodes to his scalp.

Ashleigh giggled at his little joke. “Neurofeedback is fun!” she sang, pushing her tortoiseshell glasses up the bridge of her nose. She’d already placed the EMG/Muscle Tension nodes, heart monitor and skin conductance leads on his chest and arms, and was nearly ready to switch everything on. “I promise, you’ll like this,” she assured him, cognizant of his nerves and anxiety.

The air in the lab was kinda cold without his shirt, and if it weren’t for the fact that Ashleigh was acting extra flirty this Friday night, he’d be a little creeped out. “Are you sure this is, like, okay for us to be doing?” he asked for the third time. It seemed as if everyone else at Evolution Pharmaceuticals main headquarters had gone home, the hallways he and Ash had snuck down were dark, and this evaluation room they were in smelled like...experiments.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s fine!” she assured him, acutely aware of the glowing red dot of the camera in the upper corner of the bare 16’x16’ room. She needed to do this right or she’d be in trouble! “I’m sure they’ll all love to see how you respond to some of the new marketing!”

“o-kay,” Sam replied, looking down at the pieces of equipment spread out on the table on his right, some of them not unlike the machine from the observation room on Monday. Then there were the three enormous, currently lifeless monitors looming darkly on the desk in front of him, dominating his field of vision. “It’s just that I’m getting - heh heh - a bit of a Clockwork Orange kinda vibe here…” he continued, skin prickled with goosebumps, “Do I really need my head locked into this thing?” The office-type chair she’d settled him into was comfy, the metal clamps around his skull less so.

“It just keeps you looking where we need you to,” Ashleigh explained, as she adjusted the position of the active gaze trackers set up alongside his face, “and these Purkinje Image monitors will tell us where your eyes go.” Already, a little red dot of a laser was nervously flitting to and fro across everything, following his eyes wherever they went. “We need to know, once I start up the videos, what you’re looking at, what you’re paying attention to.”

“Haha marketing departments, right?” he joked. Weird but okay, Sam thought, this is the way they do things. “So, you, uh, y-you keep saying ‘we’ and, like, ‘us’, but it’s...just us here, right, haha?” he asked, doing his best to sound relaxed but sure that she could tell that he was more than a little freaked.

“Haha yes of course,” Ashleigh laughed, doing a little better herself in masking her own nerves, crouching down alongside his left to get the ankle straps ready.

“As long as you’re sure we’re alone...” he mumbled, voice trailing off as he eyed the obvious two-way mirror on the wall to his right, the red gaze-tracking laser dot bouncing off it as he did.

“Oh, shush,” she responded, drawing the leather around his ankle, “don’t be such a nervous nelly.”

Again, Sam tried to laugh. The last thing he wanted was to sound paranoid, but he was pretty sure someone was talking to her through the white bud in her left ear…

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They had watched as she’d led him, earlier, down the side hallways, had opened up access doors for her along the way, allowing them into the biofeedback chambers. This hadn’t been in their plans, at this point, but now it seemed they had no choice. This little inspector from the FDA had seen some of the Russian files and if he started asking the wrong questions of the wrong people, this could get out of hand. Oksana would not be pleased if she got a call from the CIA...

“You’re sure your girl can fix this?” Sheryl asked, her tone with Rina slowly getting less harsh as they both watched the monitor over Laura’s bare shoulders. “I don’t want to have to give this guy to security, tell Baltimore that their boy-toy needed to disappear.”

“I know I know I know,” Rina agreed, her own heart still racing. How did this stupid have to happen?  “That’d be a lot to cover up, and starting over with someone new would set us back weeks-

“Months,” Sheryl added, flatly.

“...months. Months off schedule.” Rina tried to take a deep breath, eyes glued to the screen.

“This would not end well for either of you,” Sheryl continued, the unspoken menace of Volgograd palpable in the air.

“Relax, ladies,” Laura finally cut in, pushing a violet lock of hair back over her ear as she adjusted the resolution of the camera. These girls can get so stressed out. “Ashleigh’s doing fine. Give her an hour with the neuro-adjustment tech and we’ll be right as rain.”

“Well,” Sheryl concluded, “we want him out of there fast, and not ask any questions over the weekend or come Monday. Tell her again to do whatever it takes to - I dunno - scramble his brain...”

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“So, haha,” Sam began to ask, watching as Ashleigh stood from his side, began to wrap the leather belts around his left wrist, “do we really have to, uh…?”

“...Have to strap you in?” Ashleigh smiled, securing his left forearm tightly to the chair, “Yes, to get good readings we have to - mmph! - make sure you can’t move.”

“I’m, uh, not going anywhere,” Sam chuckled, nervously, secretly testing the hold on the straps around his ankles. Yep, pretty secure. “But, y’know, I’m kinda hungry,” he began, in a last-ditch effort to maybe steer this evening in a little different direction, “we could, like, not do this, maybe go out, get something to eat?” They’d all been so nice, feeding him along the way, bringing everything he’d needed all week. But it was true...neither of them had had any chance for dinner, and it was probably almost eight.

“Did you just ask me out on a date?” Ashleigh grinned, leaning over him to begin strapping in his right arm. She felt a giddy excitement starting to replace her nerves as she began to take more and more control of this evening, as the idea of what she was about to do to this guy really started to take hold. With this tech, she could hold a man’s brain in her hands. The power rush was electrifying.

“A d-date?” Sam stammered, getting a whiff of Ashleigh’s perfume and seeing the strap of her bra outlined under her arm as her blouse stretched across her back and shoulders,   “Uhhh...yeah?”

Pleased, Ashleigh giggled. “Tell you what,” she said, grunting cutely as she tightened the strap around his right wrist, then standing up alongside him, taking a moment to blow an errant curl of red hair away from her face, “let’s do this, then I’ll let you take me out.”

Oi, Sam thought, drawing a deep breath and steeling himself. He watched as the little red dot that followed his gaze danced across her smiling face, the endearing lock of hair that had fallen back across her lips. “Great..!” he answered, again doing his best to sound confident and relaxed.

“I’m so glad you agree…” she stated, the crinkle in her smile and twinkle in her eyes betraying her amusement and saying what her words didn’t: You’ve just let me strap you to a chair that’s bolted to the floor. You don’t have any choice.

Sam still tried to smile.

“Oh yeah, also this- “ Ashleigh said, turning away from him, giving the laser dot a covert moment to explore the pleasant swells of her butt and hips, sweep across the taut surface of her pencil skirt before she turned back to him holding a vial of amber glass. Unscrewing the black plastic cap, she pulled out the attached applicator, a little brush, and began to lean towards him.

“Heh heh what’s that?” Sam asked, as she approached him with the brush, wet with whatever was in that tube. Immediately he could smell it, but was unable to back away - arms, legs securely strapped in, head locked in place - even the barest inch.

“It’s for the test, it’s like a perfume,” she answered, holding it under his nose and unceremoniously swiping it across his upper lip, which became wet now with the stuff. Immediately Sam’s nostrils, throat, lungs, indeed his entire head seemed to fill with its vapors. Not unpleasant, in fact quite the opposite, the scent was one absolutely feminine, both floral and earthy. He’d seemed to recognize it from somewhere else, but now it was just so strong. It actually began to make him swoon, and there was absolutely no escaping it...it rose from the well of it on his own skin, smeared under his nose.

His mind began to settle, focus again on Ash as she continued to talk. “It’s supposed to reduce your inhibitions, keep you from filtering what you do, what you would watch, where your eyes would go while I play the videos,” she explained, standing back up again. While he couldn’t turn his head, his eyes tracked her upwards. “so it’s more like you would do, how you would watch, if I wasn’t here, if you didn’t know you were being observed.”

“O-okay…” he agreed, knowing again full well he had basically no choice in the matter. Good thing he trusted Ash, and good thing she had those…

“Looks like it’s working already,” she quipped, dimples crinkling her cheek as the laser dot flitted across her chest. If the poor boy had a wandering eye before, she thought, now he completely can’t help himself.  “Anyway, it’ll give us better results.”  With that, she turned again and picked up a set of big, black, over-ear headphones. “And these…” she began again, stretching them open, leaning in to put them over his head, settle them around his ears, “Noise canceling, they’ll play the audio from the clips, and they’ll let me speak to you.” Sam noticed she was attaching a small, delicate microphone to herself; it wrapped around her right ear and came halfway down her cheek.

Ash clicked a button on the black box to which the headphones were obviously connected, wirelessly, and immediately the world became absolutely silent, all noise disappeared. Sam was suddenly in a total sound vacuum, and could hear utterly nothing. Along with his immobility it was frighteningly isolating, and caused a chill to prickle his skin. But when she looked down at him, smiled, and finally spoke it filled his world again with sound. It was as if her voice was inside his head, and yet also completely surrounding him, everywhere.

“Hiiii Sam.” The audio was crystal clear, reverberant and forceful, and her voice sizzled with mirth.

“Whoah.”

“Crazy, right?”

Every pop of her lips, click and crackle of her tongue was thunderous, every draw and whoosh of her breath was like a gust passing through him, making him quiver. His eyes had gone wide, and already his loins began to stir.

“Too loud?” she asked, eyes sparkling.

“n-n-no...it’s cool,” he spoke back, knowing he was probably answering too loudly himself.

Knowingly, Ashleigh smiled, realizing she had taken complete control over virtually all of Sam’s senses, dominating them. And now, with the neurofeedback device ready to be switched on, it was about to go even deeper. She would soon have access to the deepest parts of this man’s being.

Sam watched her flip it on, the strange looking box to his right, the device hooked up to the leads which attached in a dozen places on his head. Immediately he felt the tingles, like little tickles of electricity that started on his scalp but immediately seemed to drift deeper, like into his-

“Feel that?” she asked, the sound of her voice a crisp, clear tone, “That’s the neurofeedback. Cool, right?”  Her words made the little shocks from the electrodes shimmer, tingle different, become nicely satisfying. When she stopped speaking, however, they became more of a buzz, less pleasant.

He wanted her to keep speaking.

She could see it already in his eyes, the poor thing. It was working great. “Let’s get the video started,” she said, and with a few keystrokes to a small terminal the three huge monitors which made a dark wall on the desk in front of him sprang to life. Each screen was showing the same images, each just of clone of the next, hooked to the same feed. A series of numbers appeared, white font on black, and became a countdown for several moments until

3...2...1

“EVOLUTION PHARMACEUTICALS - DEPARTMENT OF PSYCHOLOGICAL ENGINEERING - ‘MARKETING’ -TEST REEL 0083A

The text flashed, along with a multitude of other technical data, almost too fast for Sam’s mind to register what he was looking at. She had said this was a marketing piece, and this equipment was just going to monitor for his reactions to it, but something felt weird…

Hey who’s that…?

The first image, which gently faded onto the screen from black, was of a pretty young woman standing alone against a simple background, facing the camera, smiling. The pose, the production values, the whole thing reminded Sam of the countless corporate instructional videos he’d seen, almost like an infomercial. The girl - long dark hair, bangs - began talking about Evolution, the company, it’s missions. Her voice was nice, soothing, crystal clear in the headphones Sam wore, and made the tingles on his scalp become pleasant again, much like Ashleigh’s had. But what really made it feel nice was when Sam’s eyes - and the little laser dot which followed his line of sight - settled on the young woman’s figure. In black pants and a skintight, scoop-neck top of light grey, this girl was built to attract the eye.

Her friendly smile never wavered as she continued to talk, and she used her hands demonstratively to emphasize her points. Sam, for his part, was having a little trouble concentrating on what she was saying, but found that he felt better if he continued to watch her. When his eyes wandered - looking about the room for Ashleigh, maybe - the buzz from the electrodes became less pleasant, and made him actually a bit nauseous. It became easier to just pay attention to her as he watched longer, and soon he found himself really liking what she was saying, even if he didn’t quite understand it all. She just had such a really nice smile, and awesome tits. Ashleigh, he thought, was standing behind him. I bet she likes this girl too.

After several minutes, the girl on the three screens introduced the first set of videos that had been assembled for the viewer, experimental marketing. “Phase One” was initial advertising, she explained, segments that would demonstrate what wonderful benefits The Product could bring to women, just in their everyday life. They could be used online, for television, or by sales reps in doctors’ offices.

“Let’s watch,” the young woman invited, as she faded from the screen.

What followed, filling Sam’s vision, was a video of a generic workplace, each of the three screens showing a different version. Each version portrayed scenes from an office environment, men interacting with women. Meetings, watercooler talk, people at workstations. Light music played, and a soundtrack of a women’s voice extolling the virtues of The Product. “Increased focus and increased productivity. Work harder, smarter, better. Let Evolution help make YOU the most successful woman you can be.”

Sam looked from one screen, to the next, to the next. The thirty-second clips seemed to repeat on a loop. Though very similar, there were subtle differences between the three video versions that Sam found as odd. On one screen, the office happenings seemed pretty typical, men and women interacting as one might expect. On the second screen, roles between men and women seemed a bit reversed from what Sam would usually think as ordinary. Women appeared to have the lead, be the focus of attention, be seated in the places of authority. And in the last version, the difference was even more pronounced. Men seemed to be relegated to background roles, mostly ignored by the women who seemed certainly to be in charge. And beyond that, these women were invariably more attractive, curvy, in figure-hugging outfits that accentuated generally stunning figures. They seemed, too - and maybe this was just camera angles, haha - to be taller than the men. They’d really found some short guys for that one, he thought.

He felt strange reactions inside himself as he watched the clips again, on their third repeat by this point. Looking at the first one, where a man might be leading a small presentation, gave him an unpleasant feeling in his stomach. The nodes on his scalp would buzz like insects. He would feel a bit better by watching the second video, where the male actors were replaced by females. But he felt most comfortable, most at ease, and actually enjoyed himself when his vision settled on the third video, seeing these curvy executives engineer their way to success while the small, hapless men looked on. On the fourth run, his eyes stayed on the last screen the entire time. If they want my opinion on which ad to run, Sam thought, they should definitely do that one!

Finally, after a fifth viewing, the workplace piece was replaced by a scene from inside a gym, some type of fitness club. Similarly, there were three versions, all with the same soundtrack, the same woman’s soothing voice. “Lose weight, get stronger, put on those curves. Let Evolution help you build the body you’ve always dreamed of.” And, similarly, there were differences between the videos...perhaps not as subtle, in this one. The video Sam found himself gravitating to, almost immediately, was this time on the central screen. The gym had very few men in it, and was instead filled with busty women of obvious strength, endurance, dedication. Biking hard, while men struggled. Lifting heavy, while men watched. Laughing and enjoying themselves while the men drifted about the sidelines. It made Sam feel good to watch this piece, and found after five viewings that he really hoped the Product could help women get as strong, fit and shapely as they promised they could in this ad!

The last video piece in “Phase One” was in a typical home setting, an attractive family. The actors were different between each version, and yet the same vibe played through with the music and voiceover. “Take charge of your life. Manage those stresses and your home. Let Evolution help bring the balance you want to your relationships.” Sam could barely bring himself to stomach the version where the father sat at the head of the table during a family meal, what with all the buzzing. Rather, he watched the piece where the wife, a tall, handsome woman of tolerance and poise, with broad shoulders, soft curves and perfect dark hair, sat across the small kitchen table from her humble husband, shorter and slighter of frame than she. Though what was being said could not be heard, the body language between the two demonstrated the obvious power dynamic...the poor guy!

After five showings of what looked to Sam to be a happy home life, the young hottie with the long dark hair in the grey scoopneck was back, talking to Sam from three screens simultaneously. The nice sensations he was getting from the neurofeedback leads had become generally consistent, now that he’d learned where to keep his eyes and his attentions. Could Ashleigh see that the red dot was basically living in this girl’s cleavage? Probably she could - haha oh well.

Anyway, he learned from the brunette with the bangs and the boobs that “Phase Two” of marketing would be more adult in nature, mostly online advertising that would hope to appeal to women in more private moments. “We know the power of the bedroom, how the intimate moments of a relationship can be what shapes life in the outside world,” she said, “We want to help you be more confident, take charge where you want, make you into a force to be reckoned with. Let Evolution build you into something greater, for yourself and your partner…”

Phase 2 marketing began to appear on his screens, all three at once. The clips were shorter, the videos not necessarily edited into any sort of narrative, and Sam immediately recognized them as more carnal than the earlier ads. They were basically, Sam quickly realized, very well-produced soft-core porn. Playing through his headphones in high-fidelity clarity were the sounds of pleasure, women moaning, purring, encouraging and goading while the images of couples, in bed, on the floor, played across the screens. Most anything Sam looked at gave him positive feedback through his electrodes, and most everything was women softly dominating their men. A busty girl on a beach rolled on her side while sunlight played through her hair, breasts nearly smothering a man below her as they both giggled. A tall woman pressed a man against a wall on a busy city street, pulling him to kiss her neck, a crowd of equally statuesque women bustling along the sidewalk. A point-of-view shot of a muscular, impressively-built hourglass looking down into the camera as she bounced, arm over her naked breasts, riding cowgirl over her unseen partner.

It was at this point that Sam realized he had grown some major wood; his erection stood stiff and hale inside his khakis. Would Ashleigh notice this?? he wondered in distress for a brief moment, before allowing himself again to gape at the cleavage into which the woman on Screen One was slowly pulling her husband’s face. Maybe I shouldn’t feel bad...maybe this is what they want…

Boner forgotten. Sam was pretty blissed out, by this point.

“His numbers are great,” Laura spoke into Ashleigh’s ear, from where she, Rina and Sheryl watched the proceedings, with less and less anxiety as the neuroadjustments seemed to be taking hold well with this FDA inspector. Their hopes that the blunder with the Russian files could be forgotten were beginning to look like a reality. “Maybe after this we can push it even a bit more.”

“Haha you sure?” Ashleigh laughed, heart jumping in dark excitement, knowing what Laura was insinuating. Sam couldn’t hear a word she was saying, in his own headphones.

“Crickies yes. I’ll pull up the hypnoloop,” Laura’s voice answered, “it’s Friday night. Let’s have some fun.”

“Roger,” Ashleigh quipped, smiling privately to herself. She’d really dodged a bullet here, that she knew for sure. Women had disappeared before, their desks empty, for less egregious mistakes.

Phase Three marketing, the girl onscreen explained once more, was to help their customers and guide the public into using their product to “prepare for the future.” These clips seemed, to Sam, to be produced with more effort even than the second group, and struck him even harder. The scenes, playing in unison now on all three screens, were eerily similar to the type of porn he’d found himself gravitating towards recently, over these past six or so months. The special effects were...wow...so realistic, much better than any of the stuff he’d shamefacedly been searching out online. It was amazing...

Returning to the gym, huge women now lifted men in place of dumbbells.

Down the city street, a giantess strode over the masses of cowering men below.

Back at home, the beautiful, dark-haired wife from the kitchen table, now in a comfy robe and seated in an easy chair, cradled something that didn’t look quite like a baby to her enormous breast.

Sam stared and the feedback continued, feeding him and changing him. High quality smut, built for the mainstream. And holy shit it was hot. Am I groaning? Haha I should probably stop that.

“We’re getting near the end of this, Ash,” Laura spoke into the earpiece, “And wowzers, good thing you have his hands strapped down. With his arousal red-lining and inhibition levels in the basement like this, he’d be wanking it right there.”

Ashleigh, standing behind Sam’s chair now, giggled and picked up a small remote. She watched as the little red dot of his gaze watched the last of the clips - a brunette bombshell dangling a tiny man in her fingers, blowing him a kiss before nonchalantly securing him to her ear like a bauble of jewelry. The video faded to black, and the white text returned: “EVOLUTION IS HERE FOR YOU.”

With her free hand, Ashleigh slid her fingers around the cranial restraints and possesively stroked Sam’s cheek. She had switched her microphone back on so her words, she knew, would once again go straight into his skull. “Did you like that?” she asked, her crystal-clear, magnified voice making Sam absolutely tremble, at this point, “We know what kind of porn men are looking at these days. We know what kind of fantasies women are having. So, though this all preliminary, they’re just, like, experimenting with imagery, it’s getting some pretty powerful reactions. What did you think?”

Smiling behind him, she knew what his next word would be...if could manage any at all.

“m-m-more…” he croaked.

He was hooked. She’d figured it would work, they told her it was going great, but to actually hear him ask for it…? So awesome. He needed women right now, he craved to be under their control, to be overwhelmed. She knew the feeling would fade a bit from here, but poor Sam Packer would never be truly the same. Oh god this was hot. She picked up an auxiliary mic, another light, delicate one, that she could slip under her shirt.

“You want more?” she whispered, making sure her words purred perfectly, her lips and tongue cracked crisply, “You wanna try something really fun?”

Still restrained, but jonesing for as much positive feedback as he could get through these wires hooked up to his scalp, Sam nodded as best he could. Which...wasn’t a lot.

Hooking up the second mic, taking care to affix it perfectly to her chest, beneath her blouse, Ashleigh continued. She knew he was deep under the influence, both of the pheromone perfume which flooded his synapses from under his nose and the neuromodulation he’d just experienced, under the guise of a simple ECG. What they were about to do was even more powerful, and she knew he’d only half-remember any of this. So her words came bold. “Okay,” she whispered, “you’ve probably figured out we’re testing this new subliminal tech to increase the natural submissiveness in men, showing them images of strong, powerful women in positions of authority...”

“y-y-yesss…” He was like a perfect zombie already.

She picked up another thin sensor, this one attached to the biofeedback machine, and began to stick that to her skin, right aside the mic, right above her left breast. “Well, we can take it even farther, here, with you, for a little fun,” she spoke, her soft words like thunder, “Is that what you want?”

“yesssss…” The feedback he was getting for his meekness was incredible.

“Okay then,” Ashleigh replied, at the two machines, switching on both the mic and the sensor on her chest. She could feel Sam’s eyes go wide as a new sound appeared, blanketed his mind:

thump-thump...thump-thump…

The positive feedback, the perfectly modulated electrical waves transmitting electrically into his cortex, flowing into his pleasure centers, took on the same rhythm:

thump-thump...thump-thump…

“Feel that?” she purred, “the feedback? I tuned it to my heartbeat…”

thump-thump...thump-thump…

“See? Want to feel?“ she asked, as her hand reached around him again, maneuvering around the headphones and restraints, and pulled him by the forehead back into her chest. She held his head, like that, and let him feel...

thump-thump...thump-thump. thump-thump...thump-thump…

“Cool, huh?”

Sam had gasped, then groaned; it was all too much. Her heartbeat, comforting his ears, soothing his brain. Now her breasts, pillowy and soft, behind his nape and head. He breathed in deep, to fill himself again with that perfume. He wanted to be smothered in her.

And she knew it. Touch, sight, sound, smell. Even his brainwaves - they were all under her control, their control, and he was almost there. They were about to take him further. With the remote, she switched the video feed once again…

3...2...1

“EVOLUTION PHARMACEUTICALS - DEPARTMENT OF PSYCHOLOGICAL ENGINEERING - ‘HYPNOINDUCTION’ - TEST  REEL 008x”

With nowhere else to look, Sam’s eyes watched the central monitor, as it - along with its two twins - faded to black, and then slowly back to life. On the screens now was a simple pattern of vertical lines, magenta and green, grey. Soft of focus, organic. Pulsing.

thump-thump...thump-thump…

“Look at them, Sam,” Ashleigh whispered, directly into his temporal lobe and stroking his forehead gently, “look at them change, grow, watch.”

The lines, pulsing and shimmering to the rhythm of her heartbeat, to the sound of it in his ears, the feel of it against the back of his head, were changing, softening further. Thicker lines became narrower in some places, thinner lines bulged in others. They pulsed. They pulsed.

thump-thump...thump-thump…

Less lines now than shapes, curvilinear, becoming...voluptuous. They were changing into something...attractive.

“Do you recognize them? The curves?” Ashleigh continued, “They’re women, they’re women’s figures.” Perfect proportions, instinctively magnetic to the male gaze, signaling fertility...

thump-thump...thump-thump…

The shapes were all he could see, now, and the more he stared the better the feedback became, pulsing into his pleasure centers. They became more and more enthralling; he grew more and more hard.

thump-thump...thump-thump…

“Hypnotizing, hm? Staring at female curves like that?”

Sam said nothing.

“Sam?” asked Ashleigh.

“Sam..?” Asked Laura, her voice now also in his earphones.

Again, Sam said nothing.

———————-

“He’s out,” Laura announced, rechecking the ECG feed and turning to the other women, “Hypnotized, deep. We’re already adjusting his response to certain hip-waist ratios.” She saw the amazement in her co-workers’ eyes, and became a little giddy herself. “Now what else do we do?”

“Well, he needs to forget those files ever existed…” Rina offered, getting an encouraging nod of agreement from Sheryl, “...and we could prepare him, like Psych Engineering did the others…”

“Yep, yep,” Laura agreed, nodding herself and turning back to the screen, “I sat in on some of those. I think I can manage that. Anything else?”

The three sat in silence, watching his submissively suggestible alpha-, theta- and delta-waves fall into perfect modulation, his beta-waves a flatline. It was amazing, it was inspiring, and it was Sheryl - thinking quickly of the man who still called himself her husband, probably sleeping already on his cheap little bed - who spoke first:

“Let’s really fuck him up.”

———————

After some instructions to Ashleigh, the women’s voices from the control room began to play in Sam’s headphones.

“You can trust women, anything they say, without question.”

“The Product needs approval right away. It is safe and effective.”

“There was no file from any Russian group that you saw. Friday evening was perfectly normal.”

"Women need The Product. It makes women better. You want better women."

“Boobies are good...”

“...weakness in men is good…”

“Bring Laura a bubble tea on Monday morning. Açaí and Blueberry.”

“They’ll take care of you.”

“...dependence…”

“...milk…”

“Holding you in their arms, gazing up at them.”

“Wowzers, Reenie, you’re really good at this.”

“Thanks haha I’ve had practice. Sorry Sheryl.”

“Lovers...wives...mothers…”

“Big fat mommy milkers”

“Laura..!”

“Sorry, mate.”

”women”

“...you..”

“...utter and complete helplessness…”

“Maybe we should prepare him for...what was her name again? Who are we going to latch him to?”

“Mercedes Arroyo, his boss from the FDA. Along with all the other standard triggers to implant, she has a nickname she’d like him to call her…”

————-

After maybe a minute - well, it felt that way, but had he fallen asleep for a bit? - of looking at those crazy sexy lines, the video faded away and Sam was able to blink himself back towards reality. That was...haha, wow. Really cool, he thought to himself - or did he just say that aloud? - “Kinda what drugs must be like.”

Ashleigh giggled for him, wanting to keep him as relaxed and calm as possible as he came out of the hypnosis. Standing behind the monitors in front of him, she knew he’d be feeling really weird, tripped out for a bit. Ash, on the other hand, was now much less nervous. Her bosses were happy, had started to pack things up in the observation room, and leave the rest up to her.

The red dot danced over her blouse. She looked down at it, and smiled. What started as a precarious moment for her career (and possibly her life) has begun to turn into a fun night of debauchery and illegal bioweapons-grade fun….and it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.

Sam noticed that, in his ears, the sound of her heartbeat had stopped. He couldn’t help but feel that he missed it. The little pulses from the electrode leads were also gone, but looking at Ashleigh’s chest brought similar pleasant feelings - along with a nagging sense of guilt. Am I being rude? he wondered, knowing that was usually considered unacceptable and impolite. He struggled to look up at her face.

“It’s okay,” Ashleigh assured him, in a gentle tone, helping to ease him back to reality with her voice, ”I know it’s easier to look at my chest, that it feels better that way.” She figured that if she really wanted to make him feel more grounded, more quickly, she’d take him out of the headphones...nah. “After the biofeedback, that’s normal. I don’t mind.”

Sam blinked, as his fog of confusion was slowly lifting, and looked at Ashleigh. Same tortoiseshell glasses, that had again slipped down her nose. Same unruly red hair. Same goofy, slightly too-big smile with slightly too-big teeth. But he saw her differently now, as a woman, full-grown, where he felt like an awkward little boy. Realities began to slip into him, a gentle hand cupping around his mind: Women are smarter, better, superior. His eyes went from her face, down to her chest, back to her face again.

“Wh-what did I just watch?” he asked.

“Aww are you already forgetting?” she cooed, patiently. He is so adorable! She knew he needed time to recover, that she’d have to allow for that. In the meantime, she could enjoy herself and play with him a little bit. Ashleigh slowly took to unbuttoning the top button of her black blouse, predictably bringing his eyes back down to her breasts. “It’s okay, that’s normal, guys are usually kinda woozy after the neurofeedback,” she assured, “I just showed you some of the marketing videos they’re planning on using as they roll out the product, to clients, to doctors’ offices…”

“Ah, yeah, okay...w-w-why?”

“Why do they need to market?” she asked, tolerantly allowing him his questions, feeling like she was talking to a dim child, “Or, why did I show it to you?”

She almost giggled at him, as his mouth just sort of hung there, trying to form words. Boys really can be cute when they’re all helpless and brainwashed.

“Well, we want to market because we want to help as many women as possible, sweetie. Imagine what a girl could do if she became the best she could be, and then continue to grow, continue to evolve? And then, then imagine her boyfriend, her husband, men she works with...as they’re made to realize it, how much she’s grown? How strong she’s becoming? How much smarter and more capable she is than them? And...how little they’re seeming, next to her? How weak and ineffectual? Wouldn’t that be great? For the wor-...for our customers?”

The bewilderment on his face, along with the awe and obvious confusion over what had just happened, over where all that time had gone, and over why he was unable to keep from staring at Ashleigh like she was some sort of natural wonder was delicious.

“And why did we show it to you? Well, you're kind of feeling it now, aren’t you?” she asked, brushing some errant locks away from her shoulders. “You’re realizing how amazing this place is, how advanced,” she continued, “You’re surrounded by strength and technology you can’t even begin to understand. And that it’s all been designed by women, run by women, owned by women...we let you see those videos to show you what’s possible. Think about it.” She looked in his eyes as faintly remembered images flashed through his head. “It gives you little shivers, doesn’t it?

”i-it does…”

”And you love it, don’t you?” Ashleigh pressed.

”I-I do…” Sam replied, feeling relieved Ashleigh was able to put into words what he was feeling...because there was no chance he was going to be able to do it himself.

From above and behind the monitors, in front of him, Ashleigh leaned over, showing him a nice valley of white, perfect, creamy cleavage. ”Well, I think we’re done here tonight. You did so good!” she lauded, watching as his eyes fell between her breasts. He was starting to come back, slowly, and she could tell he was beginning to fight these new instincts to just sit there and stare. But the implanted triggers were strong.“Are we still going out?”

”s-s-sure,” he stammered in reply, unsure of himself. Would they be drinking? Of course they’d be drinking. That made him suddenly anxious; he felt two sheets already.

“Okay, well,” Ashleigh responded, standing up and putting her hands up into her thick red mane, “I’m just going to go to the ladies’ room to get ready.”

“okay,” Sam agreed, wide-eyed and watching her huge hair fall back down over her shoulders. He trembled, and nearly gasped.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she directed, smiling wryly as she saw him try, again, to stand as she herself made to leave. Always the gentleman...

“I, uh..won’t.”

...kinda dumb, though. Keeps forgetting he’s strapped in.

She could feel how desperate his gaze was, on her, as she stepped towards the door. “I’ll just be a minute.”

As Ashleigh stepped down the hall, first needing to make her way back to her desk to grab her bag, she considered what he’d be feeling right now. With her gone he was probably beginning to feel anxious, agitated, like something was missing. Coming out of that hypnosis, seeing her there, he likely had started to imprint on her in those few minutes, and was getting some low-key negative feedback now that he was alone. The thought made her shiver, and she remembered her mic.

“haha I didn’t  take your headphones off, did I?” she asked, as she turned a corner in the darkened hallway, “You can still hear me, huh?”

Sam, sitting there, leather-strapped to his chair, had resigned himself to the pleasure of listening to the <clack-clack-clack> of her sensible heels in his earphones, as she was walking down the hall. But now her voice was there again, in his head. He closed his eyes and shuddered.

“y-y-yeah…” he responded, though pretty sure she couldn't hear him, How could she?

“Well then,” she giggled, as she opened the door to the office, where she could change, and then head to the bathroom for makeup, “I guess I can still keep you company…”

Sam’s body shook, his eyes fluttered closed, as the <muah! muah! muah!> sounds of girlish kisses and feminine giggles drove right into his brain. There were so many new triggers she could use on him, now that they’d been implanted. Anything from making him more suggestible to paralyzing every voluntary muscle in his body, there were cues inside this man that have basically made him a puppet. All a woman needed to know was what to say, or how to smell. But that was maybe for another day, for others. In the meantime, she’d have to settle for just making him feel like she was eating his ears, nibbling on his brain...

When Ashleigh returned, coming back around between him and the table of monitors nearly twenty minutes later, Sam’s eyes goggled. He had had the time to sober up, recover from whatever had happened to him while he watched those videos. It was shocking to him how little of them he remembered, but not nearly as shocking as it was to see Ashleigh dresses like...this.

Gone was the pencil skirt, replaced by a tiny pair of white shorts which showcased a loooonnnnng pair of smooth, white, perfectly fit legs that were also accentuated by a pair of white, high wedge platform sandals that boosted her up six inches, minimum. A tall girl already, Ashleigh now towered as she stood over where he sat.

“W-wow, you’re all gussied up,” Sam marveled, eyes roving up her thin, over-developed figure hungrily. Beyond just the shorts and shoes, Ashleigh had certainly decided to dress to draw the eye for the evening. Her mane of red hair was now done up huge and soft and fluffy. Her makeup was done unlike any other time he’d seen her, dramatically, to highlight huge eyes, big features.  And...was she wearing contacts? Her glasses were gone, a surprising change which served to sexualize her appearance even more.

But what grabbed him the most was what she’d decided on for a top, a stretchy black scoop neck that he recognized. It had been under her blouse all day. “Like my bodysuit?” she asked, leaning down towards him and seeing how his gaze flitted over her big, bulging breasts before being able, then, to tear itself away. She adjusted the taut neckline, jiggles through her creamy flesh drawing it back again, helplessly. “I noticed how you were looking at me in it yesterday, so I wore it again today,” she continued, still posed to allow him a mind-numbing view of her cleavage, “It didn’t get through the laundry, so I’m sorry if it <giggle!> kinda smells a little extra bit like...me.”

Her pheromones, she knew, would now be even more potent on him after the hypnoinduction. With that, the neuroadjustment, and the fact that he’s looking at me like I’m a goddess, she thought, I can get this guy to do anything I want tonight.

He had begun to outright stare at her chest.

“Still hungry?” she asked, breaking his little reverie.

He looked up into her eyes.

“uhhhh…”

Ashleigh chuckled, and reached out to his wrist to undo the first of his shackles. He raised his hand, then the other, watching her as she crouched and freed his ankles. ”We’ll get you  something to eat,” she said, sitting back and now allowing him to stand.

“Great, yeah, okay,” Sam answered, shaking off the last of his somnolence, steadying himself and taking a deep breath. “Let’s get going!” he rallied, determined to be fun and confident for the night...Ashleigh really seemed interested! “I’m excited to see the town!” He stood up.

At that, Ashleigh chuckled again, looking him up and down and getting the flutters as she watched him realize how much taller she was than him in her heels tonight. She set him with a crooked smile and tapped his chin. He looked raring to go.

“Great,” she commended, “But you probably want to put your shirt back on…”

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