In the center of the room, the broken remains of the table sat barely visible under the swollen pink tentacle roots.

Books and papers sat forgotten in corners of the room.

Mei sat in a chair as if ready to collapse, her unfocused eyes tinged pink. Her shrunken pupils seemed to try to grow back to normal size, but they constantly retracted to pinpoints.

She scribbled on a notebook. Sometimes she scribbled on air.

If we flipped through, we could see some of her notes.

Plant’s aphrodisiac qualities emerge from placing user in a sort of trance charged with lustful desire, a sort of hypno heat, if you will.
Bubble function remains unclear. Perhaps a portable aphrodisiac, if one could prevent it from popping?
Very hard to think in hypno heat. Lack of ability to think, or lack of desire to think?
Plant’s tentacles feel very good wrapped around me. Did they always feel so good? Still not sure what they are. If they’re roots, they should absorb nutrients from somewhere, but what kind of nutrients? It is growing quite big now.
very hard to think after hypno heat. write notes later.
Oh, I just noticed the table got crushed. I should probably clean that up.
I wonder how the plant should be harvested, anyway? If I distribute it, I would become so popular everyone would want to help me with my research. Well, I suppose I can wait on that until I’ve studied it in full and know I can produce more. I’d rather it harvest me anyway . . . Wait, where did that thought come from? How silly.
I haven’t been out of my study in days. It’s easy to lose track of time when busy with lots of wonderful experiments
wait, what table was that note above referring to? i don’t remember a table.
getting harder to think longer after being in hypno heat. Cognitive degradation? could be a side effect of hypno heat addiction. but it feels so good to think about hypno heat and only hypno heat and hypno heat and hypno heat and hypno heat and [this continues for a full page]
thought for a moment i should’ve gotten another test subject to observe, but i’m a good test subject. i need to keep testing on myself. i NEED to keep testing on myself.
i NEED to keep testing.
NEED to keep testing.
hypno heat so good
hypno heat addiction so good
good
good goodgoodgood
don’t wanna leave study. what if horny.
cognitive degradation worse. can’t think of [scribbles] feels so good unable think.
don’t like not being in hypno heat. too much thinking. not enough hypno heat.
eeeeee hypno heat feels better every time. think i’m addicted. addiction feels so good. cognive degration feelsogood
adicted to hypno heat. adcited to cogdegra. adicted to adicted.
[lines smeared due to drool]
[well, it’s probably drool]
hypno heat hypno heat hypno heat hypno heat [this is the only thing written after this]

Mei dropped the notebook and pencil and slid out of the chair onto the floor. A tentacle root wide as her body wrapped her up until it squeezed her neck at the edge of her ability to breathe. It bound her arms and legs tight, but she could hardly move them when not bound now.

“Please put me back in hypno heat!” she croaked. “More hypno heat! Hypno heat! Hypno heat!”

The tentacle carried her like a sausage to the plant bulb, which now swelled big enough to hold several human bodies. She smiled wide and stared at the bulb as it pulsed its wonderful pink colors. The tentacle turned her in the air and pressed her face against the bulb. Her eyes swelled with the hypnotic pink rings, dissolving her already-insignificant pupils, and her mind sank back into the hypnotic hues that never quite receded from flooding her mind.

“Must be a good test subject,” she said. “Good test subject. Good. Goodgoodgood. Feels so good!”

The coils squeezed her tighter. Several tentacles slid through them to reach between her thighs, and she gasped and moaned, twitching under the coils holding still her jerky movements.

“Tiiiighter! Deeeeper! Muffmm—”

The coils wrapped around her mouth and she moaned. Her heavy breaths struggled against the soft, sweet tentacle and crushing weight around her neck and chest, but never a thought of danger or pain crossed her collapsing mind.

She didn’t have enough of her own thoughts for the plant to feed off anymore. All it had now, as another root pressed between her thighs, was the lust of her hypno heat.

Still hypnotic desires throbbed through Mei’s mind as her body throbbed in rhythm to the plant’s feeding off her hypno heat.

Must deepen addiction to hypno heat. Must deepen addiction to hypno heat. Feels so good to deepen addiction to hypno heat. Deeper and deeper addiction to hypno heat. Let addiction to hypno heat consume me. Hypno heat, hypno heat, hypno heat, hypno heat. Let addictive hypno heat degrade cognitive function. Feels so good to let cognitive function degrade. Hypno heat feels so much better without cognitive function. Addiction so much stronger and arousing without cognitive function. Be good test subject and let hypno heat consume my mind. Love when hypno heat consumes my mind. Good test subject. Good test subject stays addicted. Good test subject deepens addiction. Good test subject needs no cognitive function. Good test subject obeys hypno heat. Hypno heat. Hypno heat. Hypno heat.

Somewhere in the scant remains of Mei’s mind, the hypno heat twisted her experiment to its conclusion.

She had the results: the aphrodisiacal plant’s hypno heat felt good. Addiction made the hypno heat feel better. Repeated exposure to hypno heat guaranteed addiction. Repeated exposure to hypno heat resulted in cognitive degradation. Cognitive degradation made hypno heat feel better, made addiction easier.

Conclusion:

Allow hypnotic aphrodisiacal plant to

destroy cognitive function

instill hypnotic addiction in subject

place in permanent hypno heat

permanent

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