Chapter 18

You reach for your phone and dial Maria's number, drumming your fingers on the desk as you wait. Gia remains slumped in the leather chair across from you, her eyelids heavy as she slowly emerges from the hypnotic trance. The oversized fraternity shirt barely covers her thighs, revealing glimpses of the marks left by her recent exploits.

"Hello, Dr. Stern," Maria answers after three rings, her voice carefully modulated. There's a hint of fear to her tone that sends a ripple of suspicion through you.

"Maria, I need you in my office immediately," you command, watching Gia stretch languidly like a satisfied cat. "There's an urgent situation that requires your attention."

"Of course, Doctor," she responds with practiced professionalism. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

As you end the call, Gia blinks slowly, her full lips curving into a seductive smile. "Like, that was such a good nap," she purrs, running her fingers through her tangled black hair. "I feel so much better now." She crosses her long, olive-skinned legs, seemingly unaware or unconcerned about how the movement exposes the edge of her bare sex.

Across campus, Maria's hand trembles as she lowers her phone. Isabella watches her intently, her intelligent eyes wide with concern.

"He wants me in his office," Maria whispers, smoothing down her too-tight blouse over her surgically enhanced breasts. "This could be our chance."

Isabella nods, clutching her phone with the recording app already open.

"You can hide in the supply closet in the outer office. It connects to his private office through the ventilation system – You’ll be able to record everything. Be careful," Maria warns, her professional demeanor at odds with her platinum blonde hair and exaggerated curves. "If he suspects anything..."

"We need evidence," Isabella insists, her slender frame vibrating with determination. "For Giorgia's sake."

Fifteen minutes later, Maria knocks on your office door, her heart pounding against her ribs. She's dressed herself carefully – but you notice subtle changes that support your suspicions. Her blouse is buttoned one notch higher than usual, her makeup touched up, but less than perfect.

"You wanted to see me, Dr. Stern?" she asks as she enters, her eyes immediately taking in Gia's disheveled state and the lingering scent of sex that permeates the room.

You study Maria's face carefully as she stands in your doorway. "Maria," you begin, your voice dropping to that hypnotic cadence that has worked so well in the past, "you seem different today. Is there something you want to tell me?"

Maria's fingers twitch slightly at her sides, her enhanced breasts rising and falling with quickened breath beneath her blouse. "I don't know what you mean, Dr. Stern," she replies, but her voice lacks the breathy quality of her conditioned state.

"Kneel," you command sharply, testing her response to a simple conditioning trigger.

Maria hesitates—a fatal mistake that confirms your suspicions. Her blue eyes widen with the realization that she's given herself away.

"You've been a very bad girl, Maria," you say, advancing toward her. "What have you been up to? And don't bother lying—I'll know."

Maria backs up against the door, her platinum blonde hair catching the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the blinds. "I—I remember everything," she blurts out, her professional facade crumbling. "What you did to me, what you're doing to those girls. Isabella knows too. She's —" Maria's eyes dart toward the supply closet in your outer office.

"She's hiding in the supply closet," Maria finishes, her voice breaking with shame at her betrayal. "Recording everything. We were going to expose you."

A crash sounds from the outer office as Isabella, hearing Maria's confession through the thin walls, makes a desperate attempt to escape. The supply closet door bangs open, and you catch a glimpse of her slender form as she bolts toward the hallway, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.

Gia stretches languidly in the leather chair, oblivious to the drama unfolding. "Like, what's all the noise about?" she asks, twirling a strand of her long black hair around her finger. "I'm getting bored just sitting here, Dr. Stern." Her olive-skinned thighs shift beneath the oversized shirt, drawing Maria's horrified gaze to the evidence of what her sister has become.

"Oh my God," Maria whispers, taking in Gia's transformation. "What have I done?"

You quickly grab your phone, scrolling to find the incriminating video Maria had sent you earlier — Isabella as Bella, performing sexual acts with Professor Whitman. With Isabella fleeing and Maria's conditioning clearly broken, you need leverage fast.

"Like, what's happening?" Gia asks, stretching her long, tanned legs as she rises from the chair. Her oversized fraternity shirt rides up, revealing the curve of her bare buttocks and the faint bruises from her recent exploits. "Is something wrong with my boring sister?"

"Nothing for you to worry about," you assure her as you tap out a message to Isabella: "Think carefully about what you're doing. Remember Professor Whitman? Everyone else will too when I release this video. Stop now and return to my office." You attach the explicit video and hit send.

Maria watches in horror, her blue eyes widening as she realizes what you've done. "You monster," she whispers, her platinum blonde hair framing a face that shows none of the vapid sexuality you'd programmed into her.

Across campus, Isabella's phone buzzes as she rushes toward campus security. Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the video thumbnail on her screen. Her slender fingers tremble as she opens the message, and a strangled cry escapes her lips as she watches herself—or rather, Bella—on her knees before Professor Whitman, her lips wrapped around him as he grips her brown bob cut hair.

"Oh God," she gasps, stopping dead in her tracks. The phone nearly slips from her grasp as tears well in her intelligent eyes. The recording she'd made suddenly seems worthless against this devastating counterattack. Her reputation, her academic future, her entire life would be destroyed if this video got out.

"What's your next move, Maria?" you ask, turning your attention back to your former secretary. "Isabella will be returning shortly, I imagine. Her academic reputation means everything to her."

Maria's shoulders slump in defeat, the tight blouse straining against her artificially enhanced breasts as she takes a shuddering breath. "You won't get away with this forever," she says quietly. "Someone will stop you."

"Perhaps," you concede with a smile. "But it won’t be you."

You lock eyes with Maria, shifting seamlessly into the hypnotic cadence that has broken so many minds before. "Maria, look at me," you command, your voice dropping to that mesmerizing register. "Remember who you really are."

Maria's resistance is immediate and fierce. "No," she gasps, backing against the wall, her enhanced breasts heaving beneath her blouse. "I won't let you do this to me again." Her platinum blonde hair catches the afternoon light as she shakes her head violently.

"You're fighting against your true self," you continue, advancing slowly. "The professional woman you're pretending to be is just a mask. The real Maria loves serving me, loves being admired for her body rather than her mind."

Her blue eyes dart desperately toward the door, but Gia has unknowingly positioned herself in the way, stretching languidly against the doorframe. "Is something, like, wrong with her?" Gia asks, twirling a strand of black hair around her finger, oblivious to the psychological battle unfolding before her.

"Maria," you intone, capturing her gaze again. "When I snap my fingers, you will remember the pleasure of submission, the joy of serving me. You will remember who you truly are."

Tears stream down Maria's face as she struggles against your words. "Please don't," she whispers, her voice breaking. "I don't want to disappear again."

You snap your fingers sharply. Maria's body jerks as if struck by electricity. Her eyes glaze over, her posture shifting subtly as her shoulders roll back to thrust her breasts forward. The transformation ripples through her like a wave – her tear-streaked face relaxing into a vacant smile, her rigid stance melting into a sensual pose.

"Like, are you okay?" Gia asks, watching with mild curiosity as Maria's entire demeanor changes.

"I'm totally fine," Maria responds, her voice suddenly calmer, more sultry. She blinks rapidly, confusion briefly crossing her features before settling into slavish desire. "Sorry for being weird, Dr. Stern. I don't know what came over me."

"That's better," you say with satisfaction, watching as Maria's hands unconsciously move to unbutton the top of her blouse that she had so carefully fastened earlier. "Now, Isabella will be returning soon. We need to prepare for her."

Maria nods eagerly, though something haunted lingers in the depths of her eyes – a silent scream from the woman now imprisoned once again behind the bimbo facade. "Whatever you need, Dr. Stern," she purrs, the words automatic and hollow.

You both quickly rearrange your office to create the perfect environment for an ambush hypnosis session. You dim the lights slightly and position your desk lamp to create a rhythmic flashing pattern when switched on.

"Like, what are you doing?" Gia asks, lounging against the wall. Her olive skin glows in the muted light as she absently plays with the hem of the oversized fraternity shirt, occasionally revealing glimpses of her bare thighs. "Is my boring sister coming back? She's such a buzzkill."

"Yes, and I need you to help me when she arrives," you instruct, positioning a chair directly in front of your desk where Isabella will have no choice but to face both the lamp and computer screen. "When she comes in, I want you to distract her. Can you do that?"

Gia's full lips curl into a mischievous smile. "Totally! I can tell her all about the hot guys I fucked. That'll, like, freak her out completely." She giggles, twirling a strand of her long black hair around her finger.

Maria moves to your side, her conditioning continuing to strengthen despite the occasional flicker of awareness in her eyes. "What do you want me to do, Dr. Stern?" she asks, her voice an open invitation, her enhanced breasts straining against her partially unbuttoned blouse.

"Lock the outer door when Isabella arrives," you instruct. "Then stand behind her chair. If she tries to leave, you'll restrain her."

Fifteen minutes later, there's a hesitant knock at the door. Maria opens it to reveal Isabella, her slender frame rigid with tension. Her intelligent brown eyes are red-rimmed from crying, her delicate pale skin blotchy with emotion.

"Come in, Isabella," you say warmly, gesturing to the chair you've prepared. "I'm glad you decided to be reasonable."

"I didn't have a choice," she whispers, her voice cracking as she reluctantly enters. Her eyes widen when she spots Gia lounging against the wall. "Giorgia? Oh my God, what happened to you?"

Gia rolls her eyes dramatically. "Ugh, it's Gia, not Giorgia. And nothing 'happened' to me. I'm just living my best life now." She stretches provocatively, the shirt riding up to reveal the curve of her bare ass. "You should try it sometime instead of being such a prude."

Isabella sinks into the chair, her shoulders slumping in defeat as Maria quietly locks the door behind her.