"W-well, yes, I guess it worked," Jocelyn muttered, still blinking spots out of her eyes, "but I mean... we knew it was going to work, didn't we? I mean, you told me it would, and...." She trailed off into confusion, momentarily struck dumb by the effort of disentangling her current thoughts from memories that now seemed faintly unbelievable. She recalled being quite uncertain as to whether the neuroscience behind Bob's invention was as sound as he believed it to be, and indeed she could have sworn she was merely humoring him when she agreed to sit through one of his demonstrations. But he told her it would work and when he was done he told her he told her, and she... she believed him. It all seemed seamless and irrefutable.

But... but wasn't that what it said on the screen? She very distinctly recalled seeing words in the center of that bright, stuttering flash of light, words that said, 'Whatever Bob tells you is true', and now here she was believing it. Believing him. Jocelyn didn't like the implications of that, and she was just about to ask him how long it took for this 'imprinting pulse' to wear off when he said something to her and Jocelyn found herself nodding her head before she could even really process her own agreement.

"I mean, I... you're right, I don't remember what the screen said, but... but that doesn't mean, um... um...." Once again Jocelyn's denial faded into blank, bewildered confusion as she struggled to remember exactly what she was going to say in response to her colleague's calm, confident assertion. It didn't seem reasonable to just sit there in the comfy chair he'd pulled up for her, amiably agreeing with everything he said like she didn't have a contribution to make to their conversation, but at the same time she'd managed to space out so completely and totally that she couldn't even remember the suggestion they were supposed to be testing. That seemed odd in and of itself, Jocelyn was supposed to have an eidetic memory, but--

"Huh? Oh, sorry, Bob, I guess I... I'm really not thinking clearly right now." That sounded like such an oddly familiar turn of phrase that Jocelyn was sure she'd heard it only very recently, but the more she tried to figure out where the more she noticed how unaccountably muddled her mind felt at the moment. She hoped it wasn't some kind of side effect of Bob's... his machine, his neural whatever it was, even though that didn't really seem possible--it was ultimately just patterned lights, whatever Bob's grandiose claims of compressed information bypassing conscious thought. But his explanation felt jumbled and complicated and went right over her head. Right over her... her pretty... little....

"I guess you're right," she burbled, a tiny giggle tickling the edges of her voice. "As long as it works, I don't n-need to worry my pretty little head about the details, do I?" Jocelyn heard the momentary hitch in her voice, as though something deep and fundamental resisted the urge to speak that bubbled up inside her, but it was gone so fast she didn't even have a chance to notice it happening. She smiled, leaning back in her chair with some titanic burden already lifted from her shoulders, and let out a laugh more carefree than any she'd managed in years.

"I--oh my gosh, you're so right," she giggled, her smile widening until her cheeks very nearly ached with the intensity of it. "It does feel good to agree with you." She'd been agreeing with him this whole time, Jocelyn sluggishly realized, accepting his words so easily and effortlessly that the sound of his actual voice barely even stuck in her muzzy brain, but now it was finally beginning to sink in just how warm and wonderful it felt to soak up his statements and nod her head up and down in placid compliance with his every murmur. Compliance was... ohh, it was so nice, and it just kept getting better and better the more she went along with everything Bob was telling her. Almost like....

"Uh huh!" she chirruped, not even noticing the tone of ditzy enthusiasm that crept into her voice. "It is sexual, it's very s-s-sexual...." That stutter had nothing to do with resistance; Jocelyn was just caught momentarily off guard by the wave of absolute lust that washed over her in response to Bob's calm, unswayable assertion. She'd always been very careful not to present herself as any kind of a target for Bob's romantic interest, she didn't want to complicate their working relationship and it was clear that he had something of a crush on her, but something about the pleasant warmth she felt whenever she went along with his suggestions made her wish she'd worn something a bit more revealing to the lab that day. Something like--like--

"Oh yes," she sighed out, the words escaping in a breathy murmur that made Jocelyn sound like a phone sex operator. "Bra and... and panties, that would feel so... so comfortable and...." She couldn't really hold onto the rest of her thought, not with Bob already giving her something new to focus her attention on, but she could feel the emotional associations of the unfinished sentence clinging to her like so much sweet and sticky syrup. It was comfortable to be nearly naked in front of Bob, but it also felt intensely erotic to be nearly naked for him as well. The thought of feeling his gaze on her skin, of puling off her bulky sweater and exposing her ample breasts to him for the very first time, it was--oh, fuck, it was--

"L-love it, yes, I love it when you stare at my tits...." Jocelyn's tongue felt thick and clumsy in her mouth, as if the arousal she was feeling was so intense and overwhelming that it made even the smallest and simplest words a struggle to recall. She found her thoughts increasingly centered on her heavy breasts, on the hot and heady tingle she felt whenever she played with her stiff nipples, and it only belatedly occurred to her that she'd wriggled her way out of her bra to fondle herself in a display of almost performative lust. It wasn't the sort of thing she imagined herself doing, especially not at work, and Jocelyn struggled to reconcile her self-image with her actions before coming to the only conclusion she could.

"God yes, slut, s-such a slut for you, mmmmm...." Jocelyn hadn't really expected to enjoy such a degrading label for herself, any more than she expected to enjoy thinking of her breasts as tits or jugs or sweater puppies. But once again Bob had gotten it exactly right--the more she embraced this new side of herself, the better it felt and the wetter she got. Her panties were already clinging to her slick pussy lips, making a wet spot that would have been humiliating if it wasn't so blatantly erotic, and honestly she would have peeled them off already if she wasn't so busy fondling her luscious tits.

"Oh, yeah, that's so... so smart," Jocelyn mumbled, lifting up her hips so that Bob could take care of the increasingly inconvenient and restrictive garments she had remaining. He really was so much smarter than her--Jocelyn knew she'd once considered herself Bob's intellectual equal, maybe even his superior if she set aside any false modesty and really considered them in comparison to each other, but obviously it was impossible to hold onto that self-image when she was sitting there naked and giggling with her legs spread and her hands constantly kneading the heavy flesh of her massive tits. She nodded vacantly, the memory of what she was agreeing to slipping out of her vacuous brain before she even finished agreeing to it.

But her voice seemed to know. "Uh huh, yeah, of course, w-whenever you say," Jocelyn heard herself mumble, her voice loose and muzzy in her own ears. She had to admit, the notion made perfect sense to her even if her brain was far too mushy with lust to really understand how Bob's idea might work--naturally she couldn't be much help to him around the lab if she was always so dumb that even her own tits could outwit her, to say nothing of the fact that he might get in trouble if people thought he had messed with her head to make her all stupid and horny like this. It would be so much better if he could dumb her down on command instead, like a good--a good, good, a g-g-g--ohhh fuck--

"W-wanna, wanna be a good girl," Jocelyn whimpered, her cunt now visibly drooling onto the seat between her legs. Jocelyn didn't know how she'd gone through so much of her life completely unaware of how good it felt to be submissive and obedient, but she was impossibly grateful to Bob for explaining it to her--the moment she fully internalized the depths of her own subjugation, the hot tingle in her stiff and aching nipples blossomed into an orgasm that was almost embarrassing in its intensity. Jocelyn never thought she could cum just from playing with her tits, but Bob was right about that the same way he was right about everything else. The same way he was always, always right.

"Always right, yess Mass'r," Jocelyn slurred out, speech almost entirely deserting her as her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolled out of her drooling mouth in vapid ecstasy. She'd never really thought of herself as wanting a Master before, it sounded slutty and degrading--but now that Jocelyn was a degraded slut, she was honestly just grateful for someone to tell her what to do and say and think. Obedience was so much better than having a will of her own. So, so much better.

"A-always your, neh... never resist again, M-Master," Jocelyn gasped, sliding off the chair and turning around to bend over with her collarbone resting against the padded cushion and her cunt lewdly exposed to her Master's gaze. It was so obvious now that he was explaining it to her--of course Jocelyn wanted her Master's cock inside her, it was the only real purpose she could serve when she was this weak and dumb and horny. She was a vessel for her Master's pleasure, a warm wet hole for his stiff prick, and she literally could not think of anything more perfect than getting fucked by him right now. Except maybe--

"Yuhh, y'ss, ohhhh fuck yes, Master...." Jocelyn's eyes crossed and uncrossed in near-perpetual climax as the thought of betraying her female colleagues arrived fully-formed inside her vacant head. She wasn't as smart as Master, she'd never be allowed to be quite that smart again, but she'd be smart enough to help him refine the process and turn what had taken him the better part of an hour into a burst of irresistible brainwashing that made women into compliant sex slaves in seconds. Jocelyn wasn't sure which made her cum harder, feeling Master's prick inside her and knowing she was pleasing him or thinking of all the subjugations she knew she would be carrying out in the near future. God, nothing felt better than assisting Master's plans for conquest and domination. Jocelyn's moral compass swung to a new true north in a matter of instants, and she reveled in her own wickedness.

She was bracing herself fully against the chair now, Master's hands squeezing her tits as he fucked her harder and faster, and Jocelyn realized without even questioning her newfound belief that the best way to cement her new status as Master's first true slave and obedient fucktoy was to have her cunt claimed by a load of hot, sticky semen. "Oh fuck, Master, yes Master, I want you to cum inside me Master," and even though Jocelyn hadn't given a single thought to birth control it didn't matter when every fiber of her being knew that she deserved to be filled to the brim with Master's jizz. She felt him straining, hips jerking and quivering, and the transformation of her mind was fully completed when his softening dick slipped out of her creamy pussy. But that didn't mean he wouldn't fuck her again just as soon as he recovered.

THE END