"Mmuh...?" Irene murmured as she woke up to find a stark white ceiling above her. She straightened her back slowly, her muscles feeling like they've been asleep for what felt like years. Where was she? She looked around. Irene was alone. Alone except for the strange machinery surrounding her. It looked like hospital equipment, but in her 2 years of medical school residency, she had never seen any of the devices before. It looked like a hospital. But... what kind of hospital?
    She sniffed the air. It smelt great -- which made the experience even stranger. It smelled like cotton candy and bubblegum, or something sweet like that. And the more she inhaled the aroma, the more she felt her mind slow down. The more she wanted to rest her head, or... the more she felt turned on.
    Noticing the wetness in her panties, Irene now felt even more shocked and bewildered. She was so fucking hot, and breathing in the scent made her feel even more turned on. "H-hello?" she called out, desperate for someone to fulfill her strange urges -- no, desperate for someone to get her out!
    The door opened, and a tall... professor? Doctor? Who knew? Walked in, her blue hair in a ponytail and her body clad in a lab coat that seemed a few sizes too big for her. Most notably, and somehow most concerningly, she was wearing a transparent gas mask.
    "W-who are you?" Irene demanded, keeping her face as tough as she could. "Where am I? What's going on?"
    "Good morning, experiment," the professor smiled. "How was your little catnap?"
    "I--" Irene shook her head. She heard a button click, and the machines in the room began whirring. Immediately, she felt the sweet mist in the room become more intense, more overwhelming, more overpowering. "What... are you doing?"
    "It's simple," her professor giggled. "You seemed so stressed out at medical school. Running all these medical experiments on poor subjects who needed some new trial meds. You seemed like you hated it. So I figured, why not bring you out of that place? Make you the experiment instead."
    Irene shook her head. Thinking became too hard, and beside, the scent was making it hard to think. "I... uh..." Then she did something even more demeaning. She giggled. "Who... like, are you? Do I, um, know you?"
    The professor mindlessly fixed her ponytail. "Oh, I was an experiment of yours. Someone who went kinda crazy off the meds you paid me $500 to take. But, that's in the past. Now you get to be an experiment for my new med, Bimbo Mist."
    Irene tried to think. She tried her damndest. But god. It was so hard to think clearly. Her thoughts became littered with giggles and arousal. "I'm not, like, a bimbo..."
    "Not yet," the professor said deviously. "But you will be. Look to your left, would you, dear?"
    "Huh?" Before Irene could even think to protest or not obey the order, she looked in the direct. Suddenly, a robotic hand came over her mouth and nose. Something penetrated her mouth and slowly, all of her struggling and resistance went down the drain. Her moans and pants became muffled as more of the fog clogged all of her senses. All she could do was giggle as she became obedient and mindless.
    "Now... you have another purpose here than being an experiment," the professor said as the hand came off of Irene's face.
    "What's, like, that?" Irene giggled.
    "You'll be my own personal bimbo plaything." The professor advanced on her, grinning wickedly. "We're going to have so much fun."