Monday arrived. Sarah didn't give Lucy any drugs this morning. She wanted the medication to help to smooth the process, not make her a zombie or an addict. She hoped the withdrawal from the stimulants would be enough to undermine Lucy's day.
As Sarah predicted, the night has been rough for Lucy. She could barely sleep, spent most of it in a crazed , heightened state of excitement. The first part of the night, she masturbated after going to bed to movies Sarah sent her to "study" on her phone... until the withdrawal kicked in: shivers, nightmares, crippling fear. She got up several times to throw up, Sarah holding her hair while she vomited, soothing her after, comforting her.

So, the next day, going to school was a challenge. She was particularly sluggish and exhausted, hiding at the back of the classroom, where none of her classmates or teachers tried to talk to her. She was starting to get a reputation there, slowly becoming the weirdo, the dumb one, some people wondering what she was even doing here and how did she manage to pass the entrance exam. But she was failing to notice, focusing all her energy to get through the day.
Sarah had a malicious joy seeing her state when she came home. She wanted Lucy to consider the school dull, exhausting, frustrating. She wanted it to contrast sharply with her new porn life, a life that should feel exciting, pleasurable and even desirable. She instructed her to get nude again in the house but didn't subjected to any "training" this first night of the week. Lucy crashed on her bed after a silent dinner, her bare ass on the cold kitchen chair, keeping her legs open wide according to the instruction of her housemate.

On Tuesday, Lucy felt a lot better, slowly getting back to her baseline, but the school was still a hassle because she was seriously falling behind now. When she returned home, she was expecting Sarah to subject her to more "training" but Sarah was dressed in gym clothes instead of being naked.

"Tonight we're going out, Lucy! But first, get naked will you?"

Lucy undressed and stayed several minutes naked waiting for Sarah to come back with a handful of sport clothes for her to wear as part of her training.

"Here, it should fit you."

Lucy stuttered as she picked up what she considered very small stretchy shorts: "I... I can't go out wearing that."
"It's just gym clothes, Lucy.", stated Sarah, visibly annoyed. "If you can't wear gym clothes, don't bother posing nude. It'll be a good way to remove your inhibitions."

Nodding, Lucy dressed up, pulling on her legs the pink, tight, spandex gym shorts. It hugged her butt perfectly. Next was a matching backless sport bra, emphasizing her small chest. Lucy's throat tightened. The bra was a bit loose, making her look like completely, absolutely flat. Flat as a board of wood. She could not even fill a sport bra!
"Put this in.", said Sarah, giving Lucy filled socks to put in her bra. The padding made her chest look like a D-cup. She had to admit it was a lot better.

Then, she covered herself with an oversize shirt and baggy sweatpants. White sneakers and a cap completed the look.

Both girls went out together, outfit matching, and walked to the nearby gym. It wasn't the kind of clothes Lucy was used to wear but it wasn't so bad being in the street in baggy sport gear.

After a short 5 minutes walk, they entered the gym building. Sarah stopped her in front of the lockers that were outside the changing room, in the main gym area.
"We'll use these lockers.", she explained. Sarah simply removed her t-shirt and pulled down her pants, without any shame in the world. An eyebrow arched toward Lucy.
Her tenant looked around nervously. She had expected to go in the locker room. But, yeah it made sense. They just had to remove the baggy clothes, not change. So they could do that here. In the main room. For all to see. Most of the people here were men, some running on treadmill, some using elliptical bikes and, a bit further, some were using weight machines. She felt like they were all looking at her, waiting for her to change, even though she knew it wasn't the case.

There was also an handful of girl, most of them dressed in tight, revealing clothing. Very form fitting yoga pants, very short spandex shorts, tiny sport bra. It was the current fashion, she reasoned. Hands trembling, she removed her own top, exposing her torso to the cold air conditioning of the gym. She knew it was irrational but still felt weird, almost like she was stripping down to her underwear in public. Clumsily, she slided down her baggy pants, her small ass encased in the neon pink form fitting garment popping out.

"Good! Now follow me."

Never had been so acutely aware of her own ass, feeling the cheeks rubbing together, swaying left to right, she followed Sarah, who was wearing her own ultra tight green neon short but completely at ease. Sarah's ass was... nice. Round and firm, a stark contrast to her small, flatter butt.

The next hour was a gym session centered on their asses. They went in the back of the gym and did glute bridges, walking lunges and squats among other female gym members dressed in similar outfit. Some of them had yoga pants that looked painted on.
Catching glimpse of herself in the big mirrors, she saw herself as any other female gym member, in the same kind of tight clothes as the others. She had to admit the padding in her bra, enhancing her chest unnaturally sort of... looked good. It was normal to wear this kind of gym clothes, after all. It became normal for Lucy. After a while, she almost stopped thinking about it.

2 hours later Sarah decided it was time to go home, got the clothes out of the locker and into a bag. Lucy heart stopped when she understood it meant they wouldn't cover up on the way home but, she was so sore and tired she didn't have the energy to fight. Beside, it was... normal, right? And a 5 minutes walk. She went home exposing her pumped ass molded in the neon pink short in the street. Most eyes were draw to Sarah's ass, though: plumper, firmer, rounder than her own.
Both girls stripped nude upon reaching home. This night, Sarah didn't push it further, not sure if Lucy was ready to watch porn or flash strangers without drug in her system yet.

The next evening, Lucy came home at around 6. Sarah had prepared a bit of food for her, with just a bit of stimulant drug in the meal.
"Get some energy, we're going to the gym again", she said.

She gave her the pink short again, but, this time, she reached out to Lucy's waist to pull up the garment as tight up her butt as possible, making her scream.
"EEEK! What are you doing?!
-Bringing you to the next level!"

She pulled up enough to clearly make Lucy's ass crack visible, each globe clearly separated, the lining coming just below the cheeks. Lucy tried to protest meekly but Sarah didn't let her.
"It's part of your training Lucy! Beside, it's pulled up a bit tighter than yesterday but nothing to be embarassed with. Let's go."

Still, this time, the glares on the street mostly landed upon Lucy bottom curves, the poor girl very self conscious about how the fabric stretched to the limit molded her individual cheeks.

In the gym, Sarah made her do some bodyweight exercises. She wanted her to look at herself in the mirror, to be comfortable wearing such clothes in public. Lucy did look at herself, noticing once again how good she looked with bigger breasts and became red as a beetle realizing how much of a camel toe she was showing. Still, she followed through, the embarrassment of exposing herself slowly turning into something else as the drugs kicked in. Following the instruction, she bent, offering to the rest of the gym a perfect view on the outline of her pussy, strangely excited at the thought of male gym members possibly ogling her. For the grand final, they went to the stair master, riding the machine, step by step, their asses up there for all to see, perfect orbs balancing hypnotically. As the stairs appeared and disappeared in front of her, she felt like in a dream, floating above everyone, each step making her lose more and more contact with the reality.

When Sarah decided it was time to go home the hypnotic feeling was in full force. Lucy nodded and followed her with a blissful smile.

On the way back, Lucy's short was still pulled up, very visibly exposing her pussy shape and clearly defining each of her ass cheek as if painted on. She knew she was supposed to feel embarassed walking like that but... she couldn't remember exactly why: she was aware she was doing something a naughty in public but the thought were curiously... pleasing.
"Come, I need to buy some stuff", said Sarah, pushing Lucy inside a store. It woke her up a bit. Walking five minutes from the gym to home was one thing, but going inside a shopping center wearing almost body paint was something else. She caught several men clearly looking at them, and her, and her crotch particularly, while she pretended she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, the red flush on her face betraying her.
In the queue, an older woman gave her a nasty, angry look. The older lady looked pissed off but didn't say anything.
They looked like complete slut.

When they got out of the store, just before turning to their street, a man made a clear comment, something like "looking good ladies" and asked them where they were going. The girls didn't stop, Sarah simply smiled and Lucy answered only with a little giggle. The girl was learning well.

Arriving home, they got naked as usual, then Sarah put on some porn on the TV screen for Lucy to watch while she disappeared in the kitchen. She hide there for a while, waiting for the drug to make Lucy's boundary shatter.

And indeed, Lucy sat, legs wide open, a hand between her legs, wondering if she could touch herself for a bit while Sarah was in the next room. After several minutes, she couldn't resist and gave her aching pussy the stimulation she had been craving since they went to the gym. On the screen, a fit, blonde girl with large fake breasts was posing and, soon, she would be fucked by a muscular man. Exactly what Lucy, in her docile, drugged state, wanted: to forget about the real world and be envelopped into the blissful world of pleasure of this familiar pink cloud, a cloud that made her float, float and forget about all her worries.

But the door rang.

"Can you get the door?", called Sarah mischievously from the kitchen, "It's food delivery. You know the drill!"

Reluctantly, Lucy got up, still naked, and creaked open the door just enough to get the bag, just enough to give the guy a little peak. A giggle, and she closed the door back.

She went back to the couch even hornier than before, touching herself looking at the bimbo on the screen that was getting rammed from behind with passion.

Sarah entered. She frooze.
"Aw, don't stop on my behalf Lucy. Here, try that!", she sai, giving her a cylindrical object with a soft plastic head. A small Hitachi wand. Lucy looked at Sarah with a puzzled expression. It was the first time she was so obviously masturbating in front of Sarah, but clearly her housemate didn't mind. "Try it!" she insisted.
Hesitantly, Lucy grabbed the toy, turning it on, and applied the cold plastic head between her legs. At first, it felt weird, then, as the temperature adjusted, as it got more and more lubricated... The pleasure become divine. It was the first time Lucy reached this height of pleasure, she didn't even know it was possible to feel this good, whining as the vibrating head rolled over her mound. Her whole body tensed and suddenly a barrier broke, the barrier she never had been able to overcome masturbating using her fingers, she went beyond the pleasure, beyond the physical world, her soul left her spasming body that became an autonomous organ fully dedicated to pleasure. She pushed the wand harder against her clit, and another orgasm hit her, and another, and another? She didn't even realize how loud she was screaming.
The toy rolled on the floor, as her whole body were still convulsing in the orgasm aftermath.

When the doorbell rang again, she tried to get up, but failed at first, too weak on her legs. Then, she finally managed to go to the door, legs shaking, naked, sweating, smiling wide. Still in the afterglow, she didn't even care about how the delivery guy looked at her with a mix of surprise and lust and took the bag from him with a wide smile, only to run back to the couch to try the toy again, to Sarah's delight. Sarah knew this magic toy had a flip side and was the perfect accessory to fuck up Lucy's sexuality even more.

Lucy couldn't sleep before 3am. Of course, the following day at school was another horrible drag.

On this Thursday night, after coming back, Lucy tried to fight back. She had promised herself to ask Sarah to stop her "training", but... after dinner, she still somehow ended in the same position as the day before: legs opened, enjoying a delicious masturbation session with the wand to some hardcore porn on the screen. She couldn't understand why she felt so weak, so horny, so good, so fluffy, so weak willed. Sarah, sitting next to her, her own hand between her legs, encouraged her and talked about the scene in front of her, commenting the actress body, the position, the setting.

"Look at this whore, she cannot wait to pounce of him... (hnng) She really want to gobble his cock, the little slut... (yes) Now, notice how the camera is filming from below, her ass looks good in this short, isn't it?... (aah) I bet the guy is crazy about her fake lips around his shaft... (uhn....) Isn't it hot how her fake breasts bounce just in front of the camera?.." Lucy would only grunt and scream in response, her mind overstilulated by the drug, the pleasure and the porn.

Later in the same evening, she was introduced to a new exercise.
As she was calming down from another orgasm, Sarah brought some clothes for her to wear.
"Ok Lucy, I'll ask you something different tonight. I need you to check the mailbox, wearing that."

Sarah gave Lucy very tiny frayed jean shorts. It was so small she couldn't even button it up, and with so little material that half of her ass cheeks were visible. The thing was basically a thong, and a bad one at that, since it was cutted in a way the left side of her pussy lips was clearly visible on the front.
In her dazed state, Lucy didn't protest. Beside, it was so late she was sure she wouldn't meet anyone.

Dressed with this and a crop top, wearing flip flop, she went downstairs like a ninja to the mailbox. It was almost midnight, so she didn't meet anyone in the building when going down. But, once she got the mailboxes, a man appeared behind her.
"Hello", the stranger said. Jolted, she turned toward him. He was a guy in his late 20s, looking at her wide eyed. She smiled at him blissfully, still under the influence of the drug.
"Why is he looking at me like that? It's not like I'm naked." thought Lucy. She needed several seconds to remember what she was currently wearing. A week ago, she would never dare dress like that, and now, for a few seconds, she considered this outfit, exposing her ass and even a bit of her pussy lip, nothing to be surprised at!
Since he seemed to be waiting for an answer, she giggled, hoping it would break the tension. He opened the door and she followed him into the building, and into the elevator.

Bad move. She had specifically taken the stairs down before for a good reason: because she didn't want to be stuck, like she was now, in the elevator, dressed like a cheap whore. The glasses on the wall were unforgiving, the harsh light making her white skin glow, emphasizing again how little she was wearing. Her torso, covered with a crop top with her hard nipple trying to poke through, her shoulders, her legs, half of her ass cheeks, exposed. She waited awkwardly to reach her floor, fidgeting with a hair strand, hoping the guy wouldn't make any new comment. He didn't.
Sarah was happy to see her come back, rushing to remove her clothes and running to the couch to frig herself furiously with the wand.

Friday night arrived. By now, Lucy's body was getting quite addicted to the drugs Sarah was feeding her. At school, Lucy's mind was impatiently waiting for the day to end, not aware her body longing for the pleasure a new dose of drug but plenty aware of the shameful fun she had playing Sarah's perverted games.
When she came back from her business school Sarah dressed her in a short summer dress, for once it was nothing scandalous but still sexy, with the hem stopping above mid-thighs. But... no bra. No panties. Lucy flinched at the feeling of the fabric sliding on her bare skin. She got in Sarah's car, trying not to flash anything, wondering what Sarah had in store for her tonight.
To her surprise, she brought her to a nice looking restaurant. After sitting at a table, she explained herself.

"Today is the final day of your training! It deserved a celebration, don't you think?! But, it's not over yet. First instruction for tonight: whenever an employee speaks to you, you have to play with.... (Lucy heart skipped a beat) ...your hair.", said Sarah smiling. Lucy nodded. "Second instruction: you can only giggle to answer them." Another nod. "Third instruction, you know it already..." (Sarah looked under the table) "...you must keep your legs open wide. Wider. Perfect." (She moved back up) "But, all that is not the exercise for tonight."

Sarah took Lucy's phone to set a 10 minutes timer. Then, she gave her back along with a large bag.

"Your favorite toy is inside. You will use it until the end of the 10 minutes timer in the bathroom. Go!"

Lucy went to the lavatory. Sarah had no idea if Lucy would comply, but she was pretty sure she would. She took the opportunity to mix some drugs into Lucy's drink, prentending very deliberatly she was mixing some medication for herself then switched the sodas. Ten minutes later, Lucy came back, looking a bit weird.
"Did you do it?
-I...I tried." Without any drugs in her system, Sarah knew Lucy would have a hard time performing. Still, she decided to congratulate her.
"Very good, your training is almost complete. Cheers.", she said. She watched with satisfaction Lucy drink her spiked drink.

A waiter appeared, asking them if they were ready to order. Sarah gave a glare to Lucy, a silent order she obeyed by playing with her hair, giggling. Satisfied, her tenant ordered for her.

When the waiter departed, she congratulated her "Good. Now, back in the bathroom, ten more minutes!"

The whole meal was punctuated by Lucy going in and out the bathroom multiple times. As the drug was diffusing into her body, Lucy's horniness would grow, her sessions in the bathroom becoming longer and longer. At one point, as Lucy came out of the bathroom looking flustered, dazed, a staff member asked her if everything was alright. To Sarah's satisfaction, Lucy replied only with a vacant giggle, touching her hair.

"How do you feel now Lucy?", asked Sarah rhetorically, when she was sat in front of her again, legs spread. "Hand between your thighs." She complied.

"Touch yourself. Do you feel like a little horny slut? Do you want to cum like the dirty tramp you are? How does it feel to frig in a restaurant's bathroom? How does it feel to masturbate under a table, in public, like a wanton slut?"

Sarah's word were driving Lucy wild. It was the same kind of talk she was getting off to when she was watching porn with her. She fingered her pussy under the table somewhat discreetly at first, sensually, eye closed, but after using the wand, she needed a lot more intensity. Soon, her entire body was engaged in the rubbing and Sarah had to stop her before getting caught for sure.

Back the car, she marveled at the fact that she didn't even had to give Lucy any instructions: sitting on the passenger seat, the girl moved the hem of her skirt up and resumed masturbating apparently obvious to the fact that she was doing it in public. Sarah's exercices and the drugs really had woken up her inner slut, just in time before tomorrow's photoshoot.