"Wait wait wait wait wait," Addy insisted, her bright blue eyes wide with disbelief. "You think I'm hypnotized?" The moment she finished speaking, she popped the cock gag back into her mouth, her lips stretching around its considerable girth without any apparent awareness of what she was doing, and it was all Lynn could do to stop herself from just grabbing her neighbor by the shoulders and shaking her until her teeth rattled. It seemed impossible that anyone could be this completely and totally oblivious to their own actions, and yet every day for the past two months seemed to bring some new change in Addy's behavior that the woman down the hall utterly failed to notice.

But violence didn't seem like any kind of solution, even if reason wasn't faring much better. "I'm not saying you're hypnotized right now," Lynn said, swallowing hard and trying to pretend she didn't see the skeptical look on Addy's face. "I'm just saying that ever since Tom moved into the apartment between us, you've been, well... y'know...." She gestured to Addy's outfit, a pair of crotchless panties and a peignoir that left her heavy alabaster breasts completely exposed. And a dog collar, but that really felt more like an accessory to Lynn. "You've been acting strange, is all. I think he's got some kind of influence over you, and if it's not hypnosis then I don't know what it is."

The cock gag emerged with an audible pop, Addy removing it in a gesture so smooth and practiced she clearly didn't even think about it anymore. ""No, right, the hypnosis part I understand," she replied incredulously, her voice filled with some emotion Lynn wasn't quite picking up. "It's just... um... me? Lynn, I've been worried about you for weeks. I haven't wanted to say anything, because it's all been kind of awkward, but, um... I think you're the one Tom's been hypnotizing."

Lynn couldn't help letting out a stifled chuckle at that comment, especially when Addy followed it up by pushing the cock gag back into her mouth until it rested right up against her glossy lips, "Me?" she blurted out, once she'd regained her ability to speak. "Addy, just look at yourself. You're literally playing with your tits right now." It was absolutely true--the busty blonde was ceaselessly kneading and groping her lush breasts and long, stiff nipples virtually the entire time she was listening to Lynn talk--but when Addy looked down, her eyes momentarily glazed over in a way that Lynn was beginning to find depressingly familiar. She really didn't see herself. She didn't notice what she was doing at all.

"I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary," she said in a slightly dazed tone of voice, once she let go of her breasts and took out the cock gag again. "It's you that's acting funny, Lynn. Like, you've been rubbing your pussy the whole time we've been talking. The whole time." Lynn glanced down, just to make sure there was no truth to her friend's assertions, but of course her fingers weren't engaged in anything lewd or sexual. She was just sitting there normally, in a modest and comfortable outfit, and poor Addy was just... projecting, or displacing, or whatever the psychology textbook term for it was. Her conscious mind couldn't perceive what was happening around her, and it responded by imagining it onto the body of her best friend.

Which was exactly what she told Addy, once she'd calmed her frustrations enough to speak. "I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary," she sighed, unable to avoid feeling slightly wearied by the other woman's utterly obtuse attitude. "It's you, Addy, and it's been getting more and more overt practically by the hour. Like, I watched him walk out of your apartment yesterday, and when I stopped by to check up on you I caught you inserting a butt plug. You didn't even stop when I came in, you just smiled and waved with your free hand and pushed it straight into your ass. You even giggled while you were doing it. I think he's turning you into some kind of, of...." Lynn trailed off, unable to think of a term that didn't sound derogatory.

Addy pulled out the cock gag again, drool spilling down her chin onto her bare tits, but it took her a few seconds of sputtering before she figured out what she wanted to say. "Turning me? Jesus fucking Christ, Lynn, I can see your plug sticking out right now. It's one of those...." Abby blushed beet red, a blush all the more impressive for the way it extended down to her chest. "Um, one of those princess plugs, I think it's called? It's got the little fake gemstone sticking out, it's really obvious. And you just, you took off your g-string, you sat down on my couch, and you spread your legs to give me a nice good look at it. I'm sorry, but it's incredibly slutty."

Lynn's eyes narrowed in anger and frustration. Bad enough that her friend was being brainwashed into an oblivious sex slave by their new neighbor, but now she had to get insulting about it? "I'm not wearing a g-string, Addy," she snapped, unable to keep the waspish tone out of her voice. "I am wearing a perfectly sensible, perfectly modest outfit for my visit to my friend down the hall, and if anyone's the slut here it's you. I was trying to find another way to say it, because you know I care about your feelings, but Tom has absolutely hypnotized and brainwashed you into a ditzy, horny airhead, and frankly--"

"Frankly what?" Addy snapped back, her outburst made considerably less impressive by the way she had to pull a girthy four-inch dildo out of her mouth before she could even begin speaking. "Go ahead and say it, Lynn, we both know that whatever you think you're telling me you're really telling yourself, so why don't you just get it all out in the open? Assuming you can remember to pull the dick out of your mouth before you start talking, of course." Now that was pure projection. Lynn would absolutely notice if she was sucking on a cock gag when she wasn't talking, unlike some people in the room right now.

Which wasn't to say it didn't take her just a second or two to clear her throat before she could say anything, of course. Just to calm down and regain her composure. "I was going to say, Tom couldn't hypnotize you if you had a little bit more willpower," she growled, knowing it was a terrible thing to accuse her friend of but unable to stop herself from venting her frustration just a little over Abby's total inability to resist her conditioning. "If you weren't so weak and suggestible, maybe it would have taken him more than a couple of weeks to turn you into his giggling fucktoy."

Addy laughed, seemingly oblivious to the way it sounded like a simpering giggle around the fake cock in her mouth. "Like I said," she snarled back, once she'd managed to pull her hands away from her tits and pull out the gag, "Projection, plain and simple. You're such a weak-willed, suggestible ditz that Tom overcame your resistance without even breaking a sweat, and now that he's made you into his vapid little slut you can't handle what that says about you so you're pretending that it's me who can't stop brainfucking myself deeper into obedience. W-well, I know it's... it's you, Lynn. I know you're the helpless, h-horny s-s-slave." It was so sad. Addy probably thought she was stammering out of anger, and not because she had the cock gag crammed deep into her snatch while she was talking just now.

She returned it to her mouth once her speech subsided, her eyes lighting up at the flavor of her own cunt on her tongue even though she clearly had no conscious idea what was turning her on so badly, and Lynn decided to go for the kill. "Okay, then," she hissed. "Go ahead and describe your outfit. Your actual, specific outfit." Lynn tried to tell herself this was just tough love, that she was using calculated cruelty to provoke an emotional response that would snap her friend out of the oblivious trance that had claimed her perceptions... but she had to admit, she was also pissed off. As unfair as it was, she wanted Addy to confess that Lynn was right and she was wrong.

And she did see a crack in that veneer of calm, even though Addy tried to bluff her way through it by saying, "I will if you will." Lynn rolled her eyes and grunted in reluctant agreement--anything to end this farce--and Addy looked down at herself, her brow furrowing as she struggled to actually think about what she was seeing instead of simply letting the details slide off of the surface of her mind. "I--I mean, it's a--well, my, there's a, um, a toy sticking out of my--um. I think, uhh, I think those panties have a, a gap, it's showing my, my... um, and the top I'm wearing, it's normal, I know it's normal, but... but it's showing off my tits. I. I. I...."

She looked up at Lynn, her expression lost and bewildered and desperate for guidance. "Lynn, I think I'm dressed like a slut."

Lynn let out a sigh of mingled exasperation and relief. "Exactly!" she said, grateful that the spell over her friend appeared to be broken at least for the moment. "You're not dressed like me at all, I'm wearing--I... I'm wearing...." Lynn looked down at her own body, struggling to identify a single article of clothing and realizing to her dismay that she couldn't see any. She wasn't wearing even a stitch of fabric, and when she looked over next to the couch the outfit she did spot was little more than a couple of strands of dental floss. Just a token concession to modesty that would keep her street legal long enough to dart down the hall to her friend's apartment before she could take it off and--

She looked up at Addy. "I... I think I'm a slut too," she murmured, her voice high and meek and defeated.

Addy looked at her, and the expression of utter pathetic helplessness on her face made Lynn's cunt clench around a dildo she only just now realized she'd been fucking every time she spoke. "We, uhh... we're both sluts," Addy muttered, sagging into a dazed and dejected monotone. "Tom, he... he hypnotized us both, we were both so weak-willed and suggestible that he didn't...."

Lynn nodded. "He didn't have any trouble at all defeating us. We didn't stand a chance against him. We both sank into his control, and our deep selves kept us from even realizing it until it was too late. Even now, the only reason we noticed was b-because...." Her fingers pumped the toy furiously in and out of her hungry snatch as she spoke, unable to stop herself from churning her pussy into a leaky mess of arousal at her own subjugation, and a blinding orgasm forced her breath to hitch in her throat as her every muscle tensed up in uncontrollable ecstasy.

But Abby was there to finish for her. "Because we knew," she sighed, defeat shading every syllable. "We each knew it was time to make the other one admit the truth, crumble that last little fragment of resistance and... oh, f-fuck, make you into a perfect slave, I'm making you into a perfect slave...."

Lynn nodded, her eyes locking onto Addy's thousand-yard stare and feeling her own gaze sink into that same unblinking fascination. "You're making me into a perfect slave," she droned out, unable to put any strength into even her voice anymore. "I can't fight it. And neither can you."

"I can't fight it," Addy recited back, the words no longer representing her own thoughts but merely the programming she'd been given. "And neither can you." They both came, each of them seeing in the other a total surrender that they recognized perfectly in themselves, and time began to melt into a warm, lazy reverie as they fucked themselves deeper and deeper into trance. It felt like only seconds before Tom arrived, letting himself in with a key neither woman remembered giving him to finally and fully claim his new playthings... but the wet patches on the couch told them they'd been masturbating for quite some time. And their limbs quaked with exhaustion as they crawled over to their new Master to show their gratitude for being enslaved.

THE END