“Five!” Emma chanted as she worked out, in a bright, bubbly, irrepressible voice that filled Amara’s entire gym. “Six! Seven!”

“Nice form!” Amara called out.

The personal trainer was watching from the sidelines as Emma worked through the last of her exercises. She didn’t need to count for Emma anymore - the loud, bouncy, exceptionally vapid pop music that accompanied her workouts was all she needed to keep rhythm. Nor did she need to provide much instruction. For all the brains and smarts Emma had lost, how to exercise properly had become second nature to her.

“Eight!” Emma was performing a set of bouncy, skipping knee lifts. Each number she counted was accompanied by her chest heaving as her pink, skimpy outfit completely failed to keep her breasts in place. “Nine! Ten!”

With that, she was finished. Emma bent over and rested her hands on her thighs, gasping for breath. Even exhausted from an hour of intensive exercise, she was the very picture of brainless beauty. Her figure had become slim and athletic without losing any of its curves, and her bleached, blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail to keep it from smearing her makeup. She looked like an athletic barbie doll.

Amara hardly approved of working out in makeup, but the client’s requests always came first. And even she couldn’t deny how enticing Emma looked, with eyeliner making her eyes look bigger and even more vacant, and glossy, bright pink lipstick that seemed to beg for kisses, or fingers, or more.

For Emma, the makeup was as mandatory as breathing. Anything to look her best for her adoring fans.

Right on cue, as she recovered her composure, Emma was lifting her selfie stick and forming a perfect duck face expression for the camera. As soon as she posted to Instagram, her phone started blowing up with replies and likes. She was becoming quite the influencer.

That was no surprise. Thanks to Amara, it was practically the only thing left in her head for her to care about.

“OK! That’s a wrap,” Amara announced, clapping her hands. “Remember to hydrate, Emma. Now, I need to tell you something. This is the end of our final session together.”

Emma was already sipping greedily from her pink, sequined water bottle, but once she heard that she rushed over to Amara and looked up at her with a pleading, pouting expression on her face.

“Awwww!” she whined. “Why’s it, like, gotta be our last?”

Amara’s nostrils flared. Hearing the formerly intelligent, driven ex-reported speak in vapid, valley girl drawl was quite the trip. The tall, muscular trainer took it as proof of a job well done.

“I’m afraid that’s just how it’s gotta be,” Amara replied.

“But why?” Emma’s pout only grew more pronounced and more adorable.

“Because someone else is going to take over your training,” Amara explained. “Starting today, in fact.”

“Oh.” Emma greeted that news with nothing more than a glassy-eyed stare. Then, right on cue, Amara’s doorbell rang.

“They’ve arrived,” Amara said. “Wait here.”

As always, Emma did what she was told. She waited in Amara’s home gym for a couple of minutes as Amara opened the door, greeted Emma’s new trainer, and finally, led her inside to where Emma was waiting.

It was Mel.

Emma blinked several times upon seeing her. Her fogged-over, dumbed-down brain couldn’t fathom why her best friend Mel would be here right now. All she could do was giggle, smile, and offer her friend a wave.

Exercise made her dumb. And she’d done so much exercise.

Mel returned the wave, but with a strange, unreadable expression on her face. As she turned to speak with Amara, it was immediately clear that this was a different Mel from the one Emma was used to. She seemed firmer, more focused, and unusually businesslike.

“You’re sure she’s perfect?” Mel said to the personal trainer. “I don’t doubt your skill, Amara. But the specifications I gave you were exacting for a reason.”

“I’m sure,” Amara replied. She, too, was all business. “And you’ll have plenty of chances to see for yourself. If there are any issues, I’ll address them.”

Mel nodded, satisfied. “Good. Then, here’s your payment.”

She handed Amara a thick, brown envelope. There was no mistaking what was inside, or that it was a substantial amount of money. Amara leafed through it, then nodded.

“Let’s hand her over,” she said.

The two of them approached Emma. The bimbofied girl looked between them uncertainly. She couldn’t tell what they were talking about, but it sounded serious, and for some reason, it set off all kinds of inexplicable alarm bells in the pit of her stomach. Lost memories of a previous life tugged at the corners of her mind, and gears in her head turned as she strove to figure out what was going on.

Nothing came to mind. She was far, far too dumb.

A vapid giggle escaped Emma’s lips. She couldn’t help it.

“Emma,” Amara said in a firm, clear voice. “You must be exhausted after all that exercise. Let’s do some hypnosis. Why don’t you fall for me?”

That one little trigger word was all it took. There was no resistance whatsoever as the last remnants of Emma’s thoughts slipped out of her mind. Thanks to Amara’s conditioning, she lacked any willpower to resist, and her empty, bimbofied brain was always perched on the precipice of trance. Besides, Amara had taught Emma to welcome hypnosis eagerly. Her shoulders slumped and her arms fell limp at her sides, and her eyes flitted and flickered back into her head. Within moments, she was completely hypnotized.

Mel studied her carefully. “’Fall’?” She tilted her head. “Just ‘fall’?”

“Sometimes, more complex and naturalistic triggers can have their uses,” Amara replied. “But we don’t need to be discreet. And her response is keyed to my voice, so there’s no risk of her falling into a trance for anyone else.”

“Right.” Mel nodded. She looked like she was committing that to memory.

“Which reminds me,” Amara continued, pulling out her phone. “And… there. I’ve emailed you a dossier regarding her brainwashing. Trigger phrases, expected responses, the techniques I’ve used - things like that. Everything you should need.”

“Thank you.”

Emma could hear everything they were saying, but their words passed in one ear and out the other. They meant nothing to her.

“Now, Emma,” Amara said, turning to the entranced girl. “Listen to me very carefully. You can’t help but listen to me when you’re in this open, helpless, hypnotized state. You know that everything I tell you will sink deep into your subconscious, and become part of you. Isn’t that right?”

“Uh… huh,” Emma replied in a dull voice.

“Good,” Amara continued. “Now, I want you to think about how you feel when I tell you to ‘fall’. From now on, the same thing will happen when Mel - and only Mel - says that word to you. When she tells you to ‘fall’, you’ll slip into a trance just like this one. But you won’t respond that way to anyone else. Not even me. Do you understand?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Perfect,” Amara said. She turned to Mel. “Well, fundamentally, that’s it. She’s all yours.”

That comment brought a hint of color to Mel’s cheeks. She reached out and caressed Emma’s face gently. “Mine,” she breathed.

Amara hesitated for a long moment before speaking up. “I… wouldn’t normally ask. It’s not my business to know. But I-“

“You want to know why I’m doing this,” Mel finished. “Right?”

Amara nodded. She looked faintly embarrassed at her own lack of professionalism. “Usually, there’s nothing complicated about it,” she explained. “For someone of your social standing, they usually want me to take care of a rival, or an obstacle, or a pretty face who happened to catch their eye. Not a, uh, close friend.”

“I suppose I don’t mind telling you,” Mel said. She looked to Emma, the ghost of a smile playing across her face. “And I owe you an explanation too, don’t I, babe?”

Still, Emma comprehended nothing.

“Emma is very important to me,” Mel began. “She’s not just a pretty face. Not just someone I wanted to possess. She’s special. I care for her deeply. That’s why I needed to save her.”

Since she wasn’t looking at her, Amara raised an eyebrow. Regardless, Mel sensed her skepticism.

“I know, it sounds a little crazy. But there are exactly two things Emma needs saving from: herself, and everybody else.” Mel laughed ruefully. “Ever since college, I’ve watched her work herself half to death. She can’t stop. What she does is too meaningful. Too important. But it’s killing her. Not enough sleep, not eating right, no time to enjoy things or connect with people.”

“I see,” Amara said evenly. “You needed to help her relax. Loosen up.”

“That’s right,” Mel agreed. “And then there’s everybody else. You’re the one who gave me the heads up, Amara. Emma’s too much of a crusader for her own good. She treats the world like it’s as fair as it should be, rather than like it’s as unfair as it really is. She wants to expose unethical mind controllers - and we both know that’s a sure way to get yourself in a world of trouble.”

Amara nodded. There were rules and laws, yes, but those never seemed to work when you were dealing with someone who could get inside your head, and pay everyone else to look the other way. Emma wouldn’t have been the first well-intentioned journalist to run afoul of a powerful hypnotist with a mean streak.

“Emma’s already pissed off the wrong people,” Mel continued. “It’s only a matter of time before one of them decides to take care of her. When I thought about what they might do… I couldn’t just sit by and let that happen. That’s when I knew. It had to be me.”

She reached out and stroked Emma’s face again.

“I know it might seem like the same thing,” Mel said. “But there’s a big difference: I’ll make sure she’s happy. I’ll make sure she stays good, and sweet, and kind. I won’t let anyone else twist that wonderful heart of hers. Now that she’s like this, she won’t be in any danger. She’s harmless and she’s under my family’s protection, and she won’t even have to suffer with the guilt of having lost her calling as a journalist. As far as she’ll ever know, she’s living her best life.”

“It was the only way, huh?” Amara nodded, her expression neutral. She wasn’t one to judge. “She’s really that stubborn?”

Mel sighed. “You don’t know the half of it. It’s why I love her so much.”

“I understand,” Amara said. “Thank you for indulging my curiosity. It won’t happen again. Now, you mentioned wanting to add the finishing touches yourself?”

“That’s right,” Mel replied. “It’s personal. I want it to be me.”

“Memory alteration.” Amara made a face. “It can be… sensitive. Are you sure you’re up to it?”

“That’s why I’m doing it here: so you can supervise.” Mel’s demeanor betrayed no uncertainty. “But also? Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been taking lessons. Dearest Mommy knows what she’s talking about.”

That was all Amara needed to hear. She knew exactly what Melanie Adams’s parents were capable of.

“OK.” Mel sucked in a deep breath. “Let’s get started.”

She stood directly facing Emma, with a look of intense concentration on her face. Amara retreated to one side and posed herself leaning against the wall a short distance away, from where the hulking woman could keep a watchful eye on what happened.

“Emma,” Mel began. “Can you hear me?”

“Uh-huh,” Emma murmured. She yielded to Mel’s voice just as naturally as she had to Amara’s. Amara had primed her to listen to her friend, and even if she hadn’t, in this state, the bimbofied girl was utterly defenseless.

“Good.” Mel’s heart was pounding. “I want you to listen closely and do exactly as I tell you. Understand?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Emma.” Mel made herself exhale, and take another breath. “I want you to remember.”

Hearing that made Emma twitch a little. Amara had never once asked her to remember. Only to forget.

“Remember,” Mel repeated. “Reach deep into your memories, and remember. If any old images or feelings or experiences come to you, I want you to let yourself feel them. Let them wash over you.”

A frown appeared on Emma’s face. Despite how much Amara had taken away from her, when she made herself remember, there were still little flickers of memory that flitted around her like flies.

“Good,” Mel encouraged. “Sink deeper into those memories for me, Emma. Fall into them for me.”

Emma’s face once again went slack, but she kept twitching from moment to moment. There was something uncomfortable about the memories that kept assailing her. They didn’t fit the version of herself she now knew. It was like they belonged to someone else, even though they were unmistakably hers.

“Now tell me,” Mel urged, “how did you end up here, Emma?”

“I… I…” Emma didn’t know how to even begin answering that. When she tried, the mass of contradictions that filled her mind gave her a throbbing headache. “I… uh…”

“What do you do for work?” Mel pressed, even though it clearly gave her no pleasure to do so. “What’s your occupation? Your calling?”

“I…” Emma whimpered. She didn’t want to think about this.

“What did you do in college? How did we meet each other? What did you aspire to be when you were growing up?”

“I…” Emma’s head felt like it was splitting open. “D-don’t…”

“Emma,” Mel said firmly. “Relax. Fall.”

Again, Emma went slack. Some of the tension and worry drained from her face. Watching from the sidelines, Amara was impressed. Mel was a natural. She made leading Emma through trance seem effortless.

“When I tell you to remember,” Mel asked, “how does it make you feel?”

It took Emma a long time to formulate an answer. Trying to remember was hard. Her memories didn’t seem to fit together properly, and trying to slot them together made her head hurt. But more than that, the memories themselves were incredibly unpleasant. She remembered long hours of hard work, for days on end, accompanied by sleepless nights. She remembered fatigue, anger, and sadness. She remembered feeling exhausted and alone. It was such a far cry from her new, happy, carefree existence.

Why would she ever want to remember a life like that?

“Like… sad,” Emma murmured. “Stressed. Tired.”

Mel nodded like that was exactly what she had expected to hear. “I see. So, what if I could make it so you never had to remember that stuff ever again?”

Emma only hesitated for a moment before she nodded. Wanting to forget all about those strange, unhappy memories seemed only natural.

“But,” Mel added, “if you forget about all that, you’ll need new memories to replace them with, won’t you?”

Emma nodded slowly. That seemed to make sense.

“Fortunately, I can take care of that for you,” Mel said. “And that way, you can forget about anything that makes you feel sad. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“I… yeah,” Emma agreed eventually.

“Good.” Mel reached out to take Emma’s hands. “Then listen to me, Emma. Since this is what you want, I’m sure you’ll find it perfectly easy and natural to accept the new memories I give you. And, of course, those will naturally replace all those old, sad memories you’d like to forget about. Understand?”

“Uh-huh.”

Mel took another deep breath. This was the critical moment.

“Emma, you remember us meeting in high school,” Mel recounted. That part, at least, was true. “You were always very air-headed. More concerned with your appearance and fitness rather than having good grades. Even though you were always a sweet girl, you kept getting yourself into trouble.”

Emma nodded slowly as her empty mind absorbed the new life story Mel was feeding her. Memories of a studious high-school life, already long buried, finally faded into nothingness.

“That’s probably why you gravitated to me,” Mel continued. “You always needed someone to tell you where you needed to be and what you needed to do, and I was happy to do it. Being submissive towards me always felt perfectly natural. And you loved the way I always had my family’s money to spend on new makeup and new skincare products.”

Emma kept nodding. None of it was true, but that no longer mattered to her. Her mind was an open book, and Mel was free to write whatever she liked in its pages. Mel couldn’t give her the whole picture, of course, but her hypnotized psyche rushed to fill in the gaps. Within moments, she was convinced it was the only life she’d ever known.

She’d been a vapid, vain, teenage bimbo, always following Mel’s lead and letting her friend take care of her.

It made perfect sense.

It was the only thing that made sense.

“After that, you followed me to college.” Mel squeezed Emma’s hands tighter. “You would have been lost without me, after all. But you couldn’t handle it. You weren’t smart enough. You had to drop out. But I let you move in with me. I took care of you. Always have, always will.”

This time, Emma twitched a little. Things like passing her exams and graduating were proud memories; letting them go wasn’t so easy. But in the end, she couldn’t fight Mel. After all, it hardly seemed possible that she’d been such a good student in college, given that she’d been a bimbo in high school and was a bimbo again now. It didn’t make any sense.

Dropping out to depend on Mel seemed so much more likely.

And within moments, that was her new life story.

“But why did we always stay so close?” Mel stepped closer to Emma; her breath was hot on the hypnotized girl’s face. “Because we had feelings for each other, Emma. We were in love all along. Eventually, we confessed our feelings and started dating. You moved in with me for good and that’s how it’s been ever since. You’ve been following my lead and letting me take care of you. Letting me dominate you. You love that we have that kind of relationship.”

Emma exhaled sharply as she processed this latest revelation. It was a huge suggestion to swallow, but at the same time, it wasn’t so hard for her to believe that the deep affection she’d always held for her most important friend was actually something more.

Soon, the fact that she loved Mel started to feel more and more right. It was surely why she’d always been at Mel’s side. Why she’d always been content to let Mel be so dominant with her. Why she’d always enjoyed it so much.

She was in love with Mel. And better yet, Mel was in love with her.

Emma started to blush.

“That’s who you are,” Mel finished. “Emma, you’re my devoted, loving, sweet, submissive, bimbo girlfriend. And you never need to remember anything else.”

That suggestion soon settled across Emma’s mind. It became her. Both Mel and Amara could see her gradually accept its weight.

She never needed to remember anything else. And she never would.

“OK,” Mel said, her voice full of unmistakable tension. “It’s time to wake up, Emma.”

Mel snapped her fingers.

Emma blinked as she awoke. Trance always left her a little disoriented - not that it bothered her. Nothing much did. This time the brainfog was even deeper than usual, as her brainwashed mind reeled from the new set of memories it had just been given. But after a few moments, a little light returned to her eyes and she looked up at Mel with a look of recognition on her face. Before long, that look blossomed into a big, warm, adoring smile.

“Mel!” Emma exclaimed. “Oh my gosh! You’re, like, actually here! I always totally miss you when I go for my workouts.”

Before Mel could brace herself, the bimbo threw herself at her girlfriend and wrapped her up in a tight hug. And then, better yet, Emma put her lips to Mel’s in a passionate, loving kiss.

Somehow, despite their respective situations, Mel ended up blushing even harder than Emma.

“Looks like you did a good job,” Amara commented wryly, approaching the couple. “Emma, it’s been fun. And Mel… it’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”

Mel understood exactly what Amara meant. Their business was concluded. She extracted herself from Emma’s arms, nodded respectfully to the personal trainer, and then started heading for the door.

“Come along, babe,” she told her bimbofied girlfriend, who was already trotting at her heels. “It’s time for us to go home.”

***

“Hi babe! I’m back!”

At the sound of Mel’s key in the lock of their apartment, Emma’s head had already whipped around like she was an excited puppy. Hearing her girlfriend’s voice after that put a huge, happy, vapid grin on her face.

It was totally unfair that Mel had started going out to work five days a week. But at least it meant Emma got to look forward to her coming home every evening.

“You still busy?” Mel asked, as she came into view of the living room.

“Nuh-uh!” Emma replied. “Just, like, finishing up.”

“Good,” Mel purred as she set down her bag. “That means you’re all mine.”

That prompted a wave of deliriously giddy giggles from Emma. If there was one upside to Mel going out all day, it was that it made it easier for Emma to get her own work done. When Mel was around, she always got so distracted.

Plus, when Mel got home, she was always happy to reward Emma for being so hardworking.

Thanks in part to that incentive, Emma’s new career was flourishing. She’d spent all afternoon busy with it, and she had just been about to finish up and get changed when Mel had arrived.

Currently, she was dressed in an absurdly skimpy, obnoxiously pink workout outfit - although calling it that was something of a stretch, given how wildly impractical it was. Above the waist, Emma was wearing nothing but a pink sports bra that somehow seemed to behave more like a push-up. And below it, she had on pink yoga pants that featured an obscene cut-out around her ass and her front, revealing that underneath, she was wearing a slutty, lacy, unbelievably sheer thong.

Still in pink, of course.

Emma was also wearing a full face of makeup, complete with glossy lipstick and glittery freckles, and had done her bleached, blonde hair in pretty, braided pigtails especially for the occasion. All in all, it would have been a completely ridiculous getup to exercise in.

Which was why, despite the exercise mat beneath her feet and the dumbells placed strategically nearby, she wasn’t exercising. She was doing a photoshoot. A little further away, an array of lights and cameras had been set up specifically to capture every part of Emma’s body in the best possible light as she contorted herself into all kinds of alluring poses.

All the better to show off her deliciously athletic physique.

It wasn’t that Emma had given up working out, of course. Her regular morning and evening workouts were still sacrosanct. It had been weeks since her last session with Amara, and she was still pushing herself as hard as ever. It had simply turned out that her Instagram influence had easily converted into a sizable number of OnlyFans subscribers who were interested in a little more than just workout advice and inspirational quotes. They wanted to lust after Emma, and Emma was happy to indulge them.

Emma was a model. And she loved it. All the attention got her unbelievably hot, and it was bringing in a surprising amount of money. Next month, she was planning a trip to the Bahamas, just so she could do some beach shoots and show off the ridiculously slutty bikini she’d ordered. More than anything else, though, she was very grateful to have such a meaningful career doing something she was good at. Most people weren’t so lucky.

“Hey, Emma.” Mel suddenly crossed the room and folded her arms around her bimbo girlfriend’s body. “You haven’t been showing off more than you should. Right?”

Emma relaxed gladly into Mel’s arms, and then let out a gleeful giggle when she felt Mel’s hands reach down and slip into her thong, squeezing her ass possessively. She loved it when Mel got like this.

“Um…” she tittered, a smug, crafty look coming over her face. “I liiiiike… totally don’t know what you mean!”

“Is that so?” Mel dug in with her fingernails. Emma squealed. “Did you really forget so easily, my airheaded darling?”

Emma couldn’t reply. She was helpless in Mel’s arms.

“Well, let me remind you.” Mel couldn’t help but smirk indulgently at her beloved. “This? This is all mine.”

She squeezed Emma’s ass even tighter, and the bimbo’s squeals devolved into moans.

“These are all mine too.”

Mel worked her hands up between the two of them and started to squeeze and grope Emma’s tits through her bra. She wasn’t gentle, and it made Emma moan even louder.

“And this,” Mel continued, as she reached down once more and slipped a hand into the front of Emma’s thing, “is definitely mine.”

When Emma felt two of Mel’s fingertips pushing against the entrance of her already-wet pussy, her moans fell away in favor of breathless gasps, and she started grinding her hips to try to achieve more stimulation. Mel’s smirk widened.

“You got that, babe?” she asked firmly.

“Y-y-y-yeah,” Emma managed in a weak, shuddery voice. Whenever Mel acted this way with her, it made her mind go totally blank - not that it was ever very full to begin with.

“Good girl,” Mel replied gently. She kissed Emma on the forehead and stopped groping her.

It was a long-standing agreement between them. Emma could show off for and tease her OnlyFans subscribers as much as she wanted with her photoshoots - but no nudity. That was for Mel’s eyes only.

Emma didn’t mind the possessiveness one bit. Being Mel’s was more important to her than anything.

“Hey,” Mel said abruptly. Emma felt her arms close tighter around her shoulders. “I need to ask you something important.”

“Um… like, sure.” Emma wasn’t sure what to make of that. She giggled. “Although important stuff usually, like, isn’t my strong suit.”

Mel didn’t laugh. She just looked into Emma’s eyes and asked: “are you happy?”

Emma blinked. It was a strange question - but not a difficult one, despite the weight in Mel’s voice. “Yes!” she answered, looking up at Mel with big, round, innocent eyes. “I’m totally happy! I love you, I love my life, and I love my job. What else would I even, like need?”

A warm smile spread across Mel’s face. “Good. Good.”

Eventually, the two of them pulled apart. Emma was left a little confused about what had just passed between them. “Um… how about you?” she asked uncertainly, just because it felt like she should say something.

“Me?” Mel seemed surprised.

“Yeah. Um…” Emma giggled. “How is it, like, working with your mom?”

Mel barked a short laugh. “It’s certainly, ah, educational.”

Emma didn’t really know why Mel had given up her nebulous consulting career to start working under her parents, nor did she really understand what Emma’s parents did. But she did know that they were a pretty big deal.

“You know, I always thought I’d hate learning the family business,” Mel mused. “I put it off as long as I could. It seemed like too much hard work. My ultimate nemesis. And, well, it is. It’s not just business business, after all. They’re teaching me hypnosis, and slowly passing down some trade secrets. Which politicians and rivals they have their hooks in. What their triggers and weaknesses are. Stuff like that.”

Emma listened rapt. Most of it went completely over her head. She didn’t know anything at all about business. But the thought of Mel getting even better at hypnosis certainly made her heart flutter.

Hypnosis was another thing that got her unbelievably hot.

“But it turns out, it’s actually pretty rewarding,” Mel went on. “Fun, even. I guess it’s all the mind control. Somehow, something ended up giving me a taste for it.”

She winked at Emma, who giggled and then pressed herself against her taller girlfriend’s side.

“I’m, like, glad you’re having a good time!” she chirruped. “Plus, you look totally hot in that suit.”

That got a real laugh out of Mel. “Thanks, babe,” she replied. “Good to know. By the way, you’re gonna take care of dinner, right?”

“For sure!” Emma replied brightly. “I’ve got the chicken, like, mar… uh… mari… um… prepped already. It’s gonna be soooo delicious! Low fat, low carb, high protein, and totes Instagrammable.”

“Sounds good,” Mel said, amused.

“Oh yeah, um…” Emma perked up. She’d just remembered something. “Someone called earlier… uh… the power company, I think? They said something about like… billing? Or, uh… our account? I… kinda didn’t really understand.”

She flashed Mel a sheepish look. Mel just smiled at her fondly.

“I’ll take care of it, babe,” she promised.  “I’ll take care of everything - later.”

Without warning, she pulled Emma into her arms again. Emma, giggling, didn’t resist.

“And, like, dinner?” the bimbo asked.

“That can come later too.” Mel planted a hungry, passionate kiss on Emma’s lips. “For now, I want something else.”

“Yeah?” Emma giggled breathlessly and batted her eyelids at her girlfriend. “Like… um… what is it?”

“This.”

Mel shoved Emma hard, sending her tumbling backward onto their couch. She gasped in surprise, and before she could recover, Mel was all over her. Still dressed in her smart suit, she was peeling Emma’s yoga pants away from her body and pulling her thong aside so she could push two of her fingers into her girlfriend’s pussy.

“F-fuck!” Emma moaned, still fighting for balance. “B-babe… ohmigosh, what’s g-got into- ah!”

“I guess being surrounded by hypnosis talk all day really got me worked up.” Mel licked her lips and kept her fingers moving inside her girlfriend. “Are you complaining?”

“N-no.” Emma’s moans were mixed in with giggles as the sudden, dazzling pleasure turned her head bubbly and light. The way her hips were bucking made it perfectly clear just how welcome Mel’s attentions were.

“Good girl.” Mel licked her lips. “Now spread your legs for me.”

Emma obediently let her legs fall apart to each side, creating space for Mel to climb onto the couch and plant her face between Emma’s thighs.

As soon as Mel’s tongue made contact with Emma’s cunt, the bimbo’s moans jumped up an entire octave and grew loud enough to fill the entire apartment from wall to wall. She threw back her head and arched her back, as the pleasure suddenly coursing through her body made her its puppet.

Mel’s body was thrumming with pleasure too. Seeing the woman she cared about so much this way was incredible. But she still wanted to see more.

“Mellllll!” Emma whined, her voice a high-pitched, valley girl drawl. “T-this is tooooo muchhhh…”

Her girlfriend simply ignored her, all her attention focused on enjoying Emma’s body. Mel kept pushing her tongue deeper into the folds of her girlfriend’s cunt, gripping her thigh tightly with one hand to keep her from squirming out of reach. Over the last few weeks she’d gained plenty of experience going down on Emma, and she knew exactly where to touch and lick to bring her to the brink of orgasm immediately.

Mel’s other hand was roaming over the rest of Emma’s body, squeezing and groping, delighting in all the ways she had changed thanks to Mel’s hypnotic influence. All the puppy fat was gone from the bimbo’s form, leaving her with a sleek, athletic figure that hinted appealingly at the toned muscles underneath. But she hadn’t lost any of her feminine curves, as Mel could tell for herself when she brought her hand down to cup and grope Emma’s incredible ass. It was deliciously soft, and she loved the way her touch made Emma squirm, her abs flexing and tits bouncing on her chest.

It was a body to kill for - and it belonged to Mel.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” Emma moaned. She was writhing like crazy, but Mel’s hands were always there to steady her.

“Already?” Mel teased, her voice made wet and lewd by the way Emma’s wetness was dripping from her lips. “Wow. I really do need to keep an eye on you, if you’ll cum this fast for any girl with a sweet tongue.”

“Nnnoooo!” Emma protested. “I-i-it’s jjjuust you!”

Mel smirked. That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

“Good girl,” she told her bimbofied girlfriend, her words punctuated by kisses she planted on Emma’s clit. “I have a treat for you.”

That made Emma perk up, even through the fog of pleasure she was currently drowning in. “U-ummm… yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking about it all day,” Mel said. “About hypnosis. About how much you love it.”

Emma nodded eagerly. Hypnosis was unbelievably hot.

“Normally, I just use hypnosis to help with your training.” Mel lifted her head so she could better watch Emma’s reactions, using her hands to keep her bimbo girlfriend stimulated. “But… what if, right now, I made you fall for me?”

The trigger word had an immediate, dramatic impact on Emma. Her straining muscles went limp at once and she collapsed against the couch, her mind rapidly turning open, blank, and receptive. But this time, Mel had no brainwashing or suggestions to offer her.

Only pleasure.

As soon as Mel’s tongue made contact with Emma’s cunt again, she was drowning in it. In trance, there were no distractions. No stray thoughts. No shame or embarrassment. Nothing to taint the pleasure that her girlfriend could bring her. As a result, it was so much purer, and so much more intense.

“Fall,” Mel repeated breathlessly. “That’s it. Fall.”

Now that she was hypnotized, the way Emma squirmed and writhed wasn’t nearly as dramatic. But Mel could still see the telltale signs of what her cunnilingus was doing to her girlfriend. As she pushed her tongue into Emma’s cunt, the former journalist's back started to arch once more, just barely. Her limbs twitched and stretched as electric shocks of pleasure raced across her body, and her blank, glassy eyes started to roll back into her head.

Emma was in heaven. Perfect.

“Emma,” Mel instructed, as she devoted herself to licking Emma’s pussy. “I want you to feel all of this. I want you to give in to the pleasure. I want you to let it build in your body.”

“Uhhhh… hhh-uh,” Emma slurred. Mel was incredibly turned on hearing the way her voice was empty of thought but thick with pleasure.

“Good girl,” Mel purred. As she kept eating Emma out, though, she noticed her girlfriend starting to stir. “Emma,” she said firmly. “Fall for me again. Just keep falling.”

Once again, Emma slumped against the couch. The trigger word was irresistible. Mel was just getting more and more turned on at the way her mere words could turn her bimbofied girlfriend into a helpless, obedient pleasure-puppet.

“Fall,” she urged, watching as each fresh use of the trigger word plunged Emma deeper and deeper into bliss. “I want you to fall and fall for me, Emma. You can keep falling forever.”

Emma’s moans had collapsed into low, weak, entranced, utterly incoherent murmurs. She was so limp and empty that she seemed almost unconscious, but Mel could still sense how deeply drowned in pleasure she was. She could feel her body responding to her touch; her cunt dripping onto the couch, and the small muscles in her thighs twitching as her body begged for more. Mel knew her girlfriend was experiencing the unimaginable ecstasy only hypnosis could bring.

It was time to bring it to its climax.

"Now,” Mel panted, “as you fall, you can feel the pleasure building in your body. You can feel yourself approaching the edge. Ready to cum, as soon as I say the word.”

Once again, Emma’s body started to tense up. Mel’s words were making her even more needy and sensitive, and even through trance, the effect was palpable. Mel couldn’t keep a wild grin from her face.

“More,” she urged. “Building to a peak. Building with each passing moment, more and more. You’re so ready to cum, Emma.”

Emma couldn’t contain it. Her moans were growing again, and she was beginning to squirm. Her mind had been switched off, but her body was desperate.

“The pleasure is so great it’s unbearable,” Mel whispered. “But you still can’t cum. Not until I say so. Not until I let you fall into bliss.”

Emma’s incoherent moans were starting to sound like begging, and her makeup had become ruined by sweat. A part of Mel wanted to keep teasing her for even longer, simply to see how deep she could push Emma. But in the end, she couldn’t help indulging her girlfriend.

“OK,” Mel said finally. “Cum for me.”

The hypnotically-enhanced orgasm hit Emma like a thunderbolt. She started thrashing wildly beneath Mel, but the lingering effects of trance kept her moaning and screaming to a dull, muted whine. Mel, though, could tell exactly how hard she was cumming from the way Emma’s thighs suddenly clamped around her head, keeping her trapped between them in a desperate bid for more pleasure.

Mel was impressed with how long the orgasm lasted. But once it finally ended, Emma slumped limp once more, her eyes closed, chest still heaving as she panted for breath. She had passed from trance into a kind of pleasure-struck daze. Mel clambered up next to her and carefully pulled Emma into her arms.

“L-love… you…” Emma babbled, as she half-consciously snuggled into Mel’s body.

“I love you too,” Mel replied fondly. Evidently, dinner was going to have to wait, but that was fine.

This may not have been the happily ever after Emma had once aspired to. But she was safe, happy, peaceful, and loved.

And for Mel, that was enough.