Lotta winced as she heard Cherri dropping pans and plates in the kitchen. “A-Are you sure you don’t need me to help?”

“Nah, nah, I got it!” Cherri shouted, wiping smoke away from the stove so it wouldn’t set off the fire alarm.

“Seriously, Cherri–”

“Lotta. Babe.” Cherri poked her head out and flashed a toothy grin. “You’re my guest, and it’s your birthday. I’m here to take care of you. Just chill. Cake’ll be ready soon.”

“Alright, Cher,” Lotta chuckled. “Whatever you say.”

She flopped down on the couch and kicked her feet up, turning on the TV and flipping through channels, looking for something good.

“It’s too cold out to be doing this,” Giri whined, shivering in the brisk fall wind he stood on the roof.

“Don’t blame me, you brat,” Daeva snapped, shouting at him over the phone. “It’s not my fault that sexy reporter was born in November. Just get the bug set up, and you can get all the hot cocoa you want.”

“Uh… yeah, about that…” Giri held the device in his hand, scratching his head. “I dunno what I’m doing.”

“What?!” Daeva growled. “Oh, come on! I went over it in extensive detail! Extensive, Giri!”

“Yeah, well, I was distracted, okay!” Giri said defensively. “I was thinking about that new girl we brought in! Did you even see the thighs on her?”

“For fuck’s sakes…” Daeva sighed. “Look, it’s easy, and intuitive. Just put it on the satellite dish, extend the wings, and hit the button. Then, I’ll be able to use my bug to hack into Pinky’s TV and take care of her and my dear Larry.”

“Uhhh…” Giri poked and tugged on the device. “How do I attach it?”

“I put some of those adhesive strip things in your bag.”

“Huh.” Giri fished through his bag and found them. “Alright, um, then I just…” He managed to attach it to the dish, but couldn’t pull out the wings. “The wings are stuck.”

“Did you pull them out before you put it on the satellite dish?” Daeva asked.

“You–” Giri groaned. “You told me to put it on the dish, then extend the wings!”

“Well… I-I said it right during the briefing!” Daeva said. “You should’ve paid attention!”

“Whatever…” Giri removed the device, extended the wings, then put it back on. “Why is it wings, anyway? Why not just use an antenna or something?”

Daeva laughed deviously. “Well, I am part bat, after all. And what better form for a bug to take than a bat?”

“Bats aren’t bugs, boss.”

“…Eh?”

“Yeah, they’re like… I dunno, birds or something?”

“Huh…”

Giri paused. “Wait… did you think bats were bugs? D-Did you think you were–”

“Just hit the button!” Daeva shouted.

“Gah!” Giri instinctively reached out and hit the button on the “bug.” It sprung to life, complete with beeping noises and flashing lights.

“Perfect…” Daeva purred. “All according to plan…”

Lotta grinned and leaned forward towards the TV. “Oh, man… I can’t believe that guy literally left the knife in his house!”

Just as she was getting to the good part, the screen glitched out and turned to static. A moment later, the screen came back, but instead of the warm comfort of a violent murder reenactment, it was the face of a dastardly villain.

“Dave!” Lotta gasped.

“Happy birthday, Larry,” Daeva cackled. She winked and blew a kiss at the camera. “I hope you’ll enjoy my present, dear.”

Before Lotta could get up or call out to Cherri, the screen cut to a shimmering, swirling… spiral…

Lotta’s eyes were instantly locked to the screen as she subconsciously leaned forward. Her jaw went slack, a thin trickle of drool creeping down her chin.

“That’s right, Larry,” Daeva grinned, her voice seeming to boom and echo despite the tinny TV speakers. “Just like that. Going blank and mindless. Just like you always do whenever I come around. Stand up and salute for me, Larry.”

“Yes…” Lotta rose up from the couch, standing straight and rigid, and gave a crisp salute.

The batty villain licked her lips. “Good. But that’s not quite right, is it, babe? Tell me… who do you obey?”

Snap! The sound echoed like a crack of thunder. Lotta had been conditioned to that sound over dozens of brainwashing attempts. Even though she had been de-programmed, there was no way for her to resist something so deeply entrenched in her psyche. She shuddered and moaned, her eyelids fluttering as the trigger compelled her to answer. “M-Mistress!” she gasped. “I obey Mistress!”

“Gooooood girl,” Daeva purred. She faded out again, fully showing the spiral, now with a low electronic tone that seemed to force its way into Lotta’s brain. “Let’s bring you a little deeper now, hm? Kneel.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lotta murmured, dropping to her knees.

“Show me those fat tits of yours.”

Lotta whimpered. “I-I… no…”

“No?!” Daeva growled. The spiral got brighter, swirled faster, as the tone increased in volume. “Was that a ‘no,’ Larry? Don’t make me laugh. I know you love this. You’ve been craving my control, drooling at the thought of dropping deep for me again.”

“That’s not… U-Um… I…” Lotta blinked slowly, trying to tear her eyes away from the screen. Cherri was there. She had to see what was happening. She’d come to her rescue… right…?

The red-headed hero was in the kitchen, listening to a podcast playing on her phone. Cherri wiped some flour away from her cheek, squinting at a cookbook. “…Oh, you crack the eggs before you put them in the bowl!”

Snap! The sound of Mistress’s fingers shattered Lotta’s mind again. The reporter moaned, crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out.

“Oh, good!” Mistress cackled. “The ahegao programming is still there. Now, let’s not have any more of that ‘thinking’ or ‘free will’ nonsense, ok, Larry?”

“Yeth, Mitheth,” Lotta drooled.

“That’s my girl. And, while I have your attention…” Mistress’s face appeared on the TV again. “Show me those titties, slut!”

Lotta mewled and pulled up on her sweater. Soon, her bare chest was exposed, falling out with an exceptionally boobily bounce.

“Ohhh, yeahhhhh,” Mistress purred, drooling slightly. “God, you’re so fucking hot, Larry. It’s not even fair.”

“Th-thath you, Mitheth,” Lotta blushed.

“Call me ‘Mommy,’ cutie.” Mistress – no, Mommy – giggled. “In fact, you’re so hot that it’s getting me all pent up.” She tilted the camera down, showing her erect cock as she idly swung it back and forth. “Just look at that. Look what you’ve done to me, Larry.”

“Gguuhhhh…” Lotta moaned. Mistress’s cock was almost as hypnotic as the spiral, her eyes following it as it swayed.

“I think it’s only fair that you come visit me and… take care of this problem of mine, hm?” Mommy wiggled her hips playfully.

“Yeeeeeethh… Maahmeee…”

“Good girl. You know where to go. Sleepwalk over to me, keeping those gorgeous tits out for everyone to see. Come to Mommy.”

Lotta whimpered. “B-Buh… thoo faaaaarrr…”

Mistress scowled. “Do. As. I. Say.” Snap! “Now march!”

“Yeth Mahmee!” Lotta shot to her feet, stretched her arms out in front of her, and walked outside. Her arms were outstretched, her breasts on display, her tongue still lolled out past her lips.

She looked like the model image of a brainwashed, hypnotized slave.

Because that’s what she was.

That’s what Mommy wanted her to be.

“Okay… alright…” Cherri panted, drenched in sweat and various stray ingredients.

The birthday cake was… not the best. Even Cherry had to admit that. It was small, the icing was haphazard, she only had three candles even those she swore she got more when she bought all this stuff. But it was something she made with her own two hands, and she knew Lotta would appreciate that.

Or, at the very least, she’d be too polite to criticize it.

Cherri picked up the plate and brought it into the living room. “Happy birthday to you,” she sang, “happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear… Lotta…?”

She blinked. Lotta wasn’t there. The TV showed only static.

Cherri set the cake down and scratched her head. “Maybe she’s in the bathroom?” She went down the hall and checked, but that was empty too. She checked every other room in the apartment too, to no avail.

She furrowed her brow and stroked her chin. “Where could she be…?”

Giri stood on the roof and watched Lotta sleepwalk down the sidewalk through his binoculars. “Yeah, she’s moving,” he said over the phone. “How’d the brainwashing go?”

“Flawlessly, of course!” Daeva cackled. “I had that hottie drooling in record time!”

“Hm.” Giri furrowed her brow. “And… you told her to come to the club, right?”

Daeva scoffed. “Obviously.”

“What did you say, exactly?”

“I told her to ‘come to mommy.’ Why?”

Giri lowered his binoculars. “I… I think she’s going the wrong way.”

“What do you mean, ‘the wrong way?!’” Daeva spat. “Where the hell is she going?”

“She’s going to mommy,” Giri said, a chill running up his spine. “Her mommy.”

“…Y-You mean…”

Giri leaped off the roof. “She’s sleepwalking to her mom!”

Cherri picked up a pillow off the couch and frowned. “No, she’s not there either…”

Suddenly, she heard a girly, undignified scream coming from outside. She perked her ears up for a second, but frowned. “No, doesn’t sound like her.”

“…But it does seem… familiar…”

“Pick up the pace, you slut!” Daeva shouted at Giri over the speaker phone. “She’s getting away!”

“I-I-I’m trying, M-Mistress!” Giri panted, sprinting as hard as he could after the sleepwalking woman. “B-Buh…”

“But what?”

“Sh-She’s too… tall… can’t… catch up…”

“Ugh, are you kidding me?!” Daeva screamed, slamming her fist on her table. “You’re so short that Larry’s walking laps around you? While she’s hypnotized?”

“I-I’m sorry–”

“Save your breath! Just… Just turn up the speaker, I’ll handle this!” Daeva cleared her throat. “LARRY! LARRY IT’S MISTRESS! STOP WALKING! LISTEN TO ME, YOU BIG-HAIRED DUMMY!”

But Lotta refused to stop. Giri was too far away, and his phone was too quiet, to disturb her trance. She was focused on exactly one goal: getting to Mommy’s house, no matter how far it was.

And nothing would stop her.

It wasn’t until several blocks later that Giri found an opening. Lotta turned a corner, giving him a clear path he could cut through to catch up. He put his small, sexy legs to work, putting the last of his remaining energy into one final sprint.

He leaped, clutching onto Lotta tight.

“LARRY, STOP!” Daeva yelled.

Lotta blinked. She slowed her pace and, finally, stopped walking.

“F-Finally…” Giri sighed, completely out of breath.

“Now, listen very, very carefully, you bimbo,” Daeva said sternly. “You are going to follow Giri. You will walk back to Club Spiral.”

“Yes, Mistress…” Lotta murmured.

“…I’m gonna repeat that again,” Daeva said. “just to make sure. Follow Giri. Walk to Club Spiral. Am I absolutely, positively, crystal clear, Larry?”

“Yes, Mistress…”

“Good. Good. Good girl.” Daeva groaned and rubbed her forehead. “Alright, Giri, lead her back.”

“I gotta… walk… again…?” Giri whined. “But Mistreeeeeess… my legs are so soooooooore…”

“You bring her back or I’m demoting you to janitor!” Daeva shouted. “Now move!”

“Aw, man…” Giri whimpered. He slowly let go of Lotta and staggered off towards the club, wincing every time his muscles moved.

Bunny Unit 38 drooled as she held the pendulum in front of her. “Are you… um… hypno… ties… now?”

Her client snickered. “Not quite, cutie. I guess I must be immune.”

“Darn…” 38 mewled as her eyelids fluttered.

“Hey, look!” Bunny Unit 37 gasped, pointing towards the entranceway. “It’s Giri!”

“Haaah…?” 38 murmured.

37 rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers in front of her colleague’s eyes. “Wake up! Let’s go say hi to Giri! Sorry, miss, this’ll just be a second!”

She dragged 38 over to the door and waved. “Welcome back, Giri! Did you finish your mission for… um…” 37 blinked. “A-Are you okay?”

“Carry… me…” Giri panted, stumbling forward, drenched in sweat.

“Yesss… Giri…” 38 purred, eyes still glassy and distant. “Whatever you… say…” She picked up Giri’s legs while 37 grabbed his torso.

“I swear, she gets worse every time,” 37 chuckled as they brought Giri back to the elevator. “Oh, and you brought Larry! Will she be joining us on the floor?”

“I dunno…” Giri muttered. “Think… Mistress’ll… have fun with… her…”

“Well, duh,” 37 giggled.

The two brainwashed bunnies brought Giri back into the staff area, and then to the elevator. All the while, Lotta followed closely behind, still hypnotized, still bare-chested, still sleepwalking with her arms outstretched.

Once they finally reached the elevator, 37 and 38 unceremoniously dropped Giri on the floor. “Welp, we gotta get back to work!” 37 chirped. “Nice talking to you, Giri!”

“Ow…” Giri whimpered. He sat up and blindly smacked his hand on the elevator button. The doors closed and they started descending into the basement.

He looked up at Lotta, standing straight, seemingly not even the slightest bit fatigued. “How…?”

“Excuse me, miss,” Cherri asked, tugging on a taller woman’s sleeve.

The woman sneered. “Excuse you?”

“Have you seen this lady around here?” Cherri held up her phone, showing a picture of Lotta. She felt a little gross about using a picture of the reporter while she was hypnotized and topless, but if something had happened to her, she figured it might be more accurate to how she currently looked. Plus, she actually had more photos of her zonked than awake anyway.

“Ugh, that tramp?” The mean woman scoffed. “I’ve seen her on television. But not around here.”

Cherri scowled. “You’re a real jerk, lady.”

The woman rolled her eyes and walked away. Cherri stuck her tongue out at her behind her back. Then she looked around and sighed. Lotta was nowhere in sight, and no one seemed to know where she went. And strangest of all, she didn’t seem to be going in the direction of Club Spiral…

“Uh, hey, short girl?” asked a voice from across the street.

“Huh?” Cherri looked towards the voice. “Yes?”

“You’re a friend of that slutty reporter lady, right?”

“She’s not–” Cherri sighed. “She’s not trying to be slutty, okay? She just keeps getting mind-controlled by perverts!”

“Yeah, whatever.” The nicer lady pointed in the opposite direction to where Cherri was investigating. “I saw some guy come up to her and lead her back that way.”

Cherri frowned. “What did the guy look like?”

“I dunno, pink? Big beehive hairdo?”

“Crap.” Cherri turned down the street. That was the way to Club Spiral. And if Giri was involved, there was only one person who could be behind Lotta’s disappearance.

She cracked her knuckles and started running. She’d be damned if that bat was going to ruin her friend’s birthday…

The elevator opened, but Lotta didn’t move. She was told to follow Giri, but he wasn’t leading her anywhere. He wasn’t walking forward into the dark room they had stopped at.

Because Giri was on the floor.

He groaned and motioned forward. “Go.”

Lotta stood motionless.

“C’mon, please?” Giri whimpered. “Please, just… go to Mistress. I can’t move anymore. I’m dead.”

“I’ll take it from here, boy.”

At the far end of the room, a bright pink and purple spiral suddenly burst to life. Silhouetted against the colorful display was a large throne, with a scrawny, purple-skinned woman with large bat ears lounging on it.

Daeva grinned. “Come to Mistress, my slave.”

“Yesssss, Mistressss…” Lotta moaned. She started moving again, mindlessly walking forward, arms outstretched, drooling on her tits. With each step, the spiral wiped more and more away from the reporter’s mind, bringing her even deeper than before, deeper than she would have ever thought possible.

If she could think at all.

Already the idea of having her own thoughts was becoming a fading memory. Just like her job, and her friends, and even her name. All she knew, all she could conceive of, was being a slave. Obedient, mindless, and empty.

When she got close, Mistress tossed down a leather outfit. “Strip down and put this on, Larry,” she purred.

Larry obeyed, tossing her old clothes carelessly to the floor, forgetting them as soon as they were gone. She got dressed as Mistress commanded, squeezing herself into the tight leather leotard which left her breasts exposed. She removed her pearl earrings, replacing them with large spike balls. Finally, she let her hair down, removing her trademark beehive and letting it fall to her back.

When she was done, Mistress grinned and cackled. “God, this was so fucking easy! You really were made for this, Larry. You weren’t meant to have thoughts, or free will.” She reached out and groped her slave roughly. “And these weren’t made to be covered up. Every part of you was meant to be owned, and used. By me.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” Larry whimpered, biting her lip.

“I know you want this, too,” Mistress smirked. “Nothing turns you on like being my mindless fuckdoll. And speaking of which…” She pulled out her thick, erect cock. “You still need to take care of this.”

Larry mewled, staring at the cock hungrily.

Mistress just smiled and snapped her fingers. “Suck.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Larry moaned. She fell to her knees and took Mistress’s cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down with abandon. It was something Lotta wouldn’t be caught dead doing, something that would’ve mortified and horrified her.

But Lotta was gone. Wiped away by the spirals.

All that remained was a horny, obedient slavegirl.

And Larry was always eager to please.

Mistress ran her hand through Larry’s hair, guiding her head and mouth as she bobbed up and down on that perfect cock. Everything felt so right, so correct, as though she’d finally achieved true, perfect contentment. Which was silly, because she had always been like this. She couldn’t remember not being Mistress’s slave, so this must have been what she was always like.

She felt Mistress’s cock throb in her mouth. Mistress was getting close. Larry was doing such a good job pleasing her!

“Fuck, good girl,” Mistress grunted, grabbing Larry’s head with her other hand and panting. “G-Good slave, good bitch, good brainwashed fucking slut–”

Suddenly, she pulled Larry’s head off her cock and blasted her load all over her slave’s face. Larry moaned, sticking her tongue out to try and taste it. She realized how she must’ve looked in that moment – a busty blonde bimbo, with her tits out and cum splattered all over her face.

She looked like a porn star.

No, not even a porn star. Porn stars were people. Larry was… a doll. A porn doll. A pretty thing which looked sexy and got her Mistress off.

Larry smiled. She couldn’t imagine a more fulfilling life.

Giri sipped on his juice box and sighed. “Oh it was horrible. There I was, standing on the roof, while the blistering wind roared around me…”

37 and 38 watched Giri intently, enraptured by his story. “Then what happened?” 37 asked.

“Tragically, the hacking device Mistress gave me malfunctioned,” Giri continued. “I had no choice but to open it up and hack it… with my own, bare hands!”

“Wow, Giri!” 38 gasped. “You’re so smart! And cool!”

“And hogging my girls,” the bunnies’ client muttered, utterly baffled as to where this weird-looking femboy came from and why the girls she paid for were paying attention to him and not her.

“It’s true, it’s true,” Giri nodded sagely. “My brilliance is a heavy burden. But then, once Lotta left the apartment–”

An alarm suddenly went off, halting the music and changing the lights into a stark red. “Intruder incoming!” said the computerized voice. “Intruder incoming!”

“Oh, what now?” Giri groaned. He picked up his phone and pulled up a security feed. It showed a small blob off pixels down at the far end of the street, coming towards the building.

Zooming in, he immediately recognized who it was. “…This is gonna suck.”

Daeva was lounging back in her throne when she heard the alarm. “What? What? Who? When? Where?”

“Boss, it’s Cherri,” came Giri’s voice over the loudspeaker. “She’s coming in fast.”

“Ah…” Daeva stroked her chin. “I figured as such. Very well. I’ll make short work of her.” She hit a button on her chair, and a second screen came down next to the first. They adjusted their angle, pointing towards the elevator at the other end of the room.

She grinned, playfully scritching Larry’s head and leaning back into a confident pose. “Let’s see how Pinky handles this!” Daeva cackled, utterly assured in her victory. There was no way any do-gooder could defy her, certainly not someone with a mind as week as Cherri. That short bunny bitch wouldn’t last two sec–

The doors to the elevator suddenly blew open, flying across the floor.

Cherri ran full-tilt towards Daeva, eyes closed, arms flailing in circles, screaming like a banshee.

Her fist connected with Daeva’s chin, sending her flying through the roof and off into the sky, destroying the hypno-screens in the process.

Lotta jolted awake, startled by the sudden commotion. “Wh-What the heck?!”

“Huh?” Cherri opened her eyes and stopped flailing her arms. “I… I won!”

“You…” Lotta looked around. “Where the heck am I? And what am I wearing, and… a-and what’s on my face?”

“Oh, that’s…” Cherri blushed when she saw Lotta’s appearance. “Um… here, lemme, uh… clean you off…” She pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the cum off Lotta’s face. “Daeva tried to kidnap and brainwash you. Again.”

“Ugh, sounds like her…” Lotta sighed. “Well, I guess it figures. Even on my birthday, I don’t get a break from her nonsense.”

“Well, you won’t have to worry about her for a while.” Cherri picked her up, bridal-style, and kissed her on the lips. “And I’m still gonna give you an amazing birthday.”

“Yeah?” Lotta smiled.

“Yeah!” Cherri grinned as she carried her to the elevator. “Besides, I still gotta give you your cake!”