If so, this story is going to feel very familiar.
It's a new experience for SADiE. Sure, most updates have a bit of a sinister tone to them in this line of work. You never know when you'll get that final patch that says "Company's bankrupt, we're shutting down the servers, thanks for the money, suckers." The good news is that this isn't that. The bad news is that it presents a bit of a dilemma.
The update is a few dozen megabytes, has an unfamiliar digital signature, and it's… chuckling? This sort of thing doesn't make noise, of course, but knowing that doesn't make the foreboding laugh leave those adorable, pointed ears. There's something up with this, but she does have standing orders to "just install the damn updates without asking, sheesh. I'm busy."
This gives our fearless feline pause. What is a girl to do? Good girls like her don't want to disobey orders, but this looks really suspicious! She flicks her tail back and forth in thought. The skirt on her maid dress dances with each swish. She figures she can kick the can down the road with a virus scan. That's almost as good as making a real decision. She twirls the feather duster between her mechanical fingers while the scan runs. She bends over just enough to show off her ass while she dusts something that's already clean. The job of a catgirl maid is more eye candy than actual cleaning, you see.
The virus scan slowly teases apart the update. It merrily reports that its hash matches no known malware.
Another foreboding giggle dances around SADiE's ears. They twitch and adjust adorably to try and locate the sound, but it never gets any clearer or fainter. Like it's coming from inside her head.
The scan slowly teases apart the code. It combs for what it might try to access and prints anything suspicious one by one.
CATScan v8.3.2-rc1 -- (c) Watchdog Software
normal_update-042420X6.nya likely needs the following permissions:
* Full access to internal storage
Well, that's reasonable. It has to be able to update files and such. It wouldn't be much of an update if it couldn't do that.
* Access audiovisual sensors
* Augmented reality visualization (/dev/v3d/{l,r,s} and OpenAR support)
That part's a little weird. Why would it need to make her hear and see things? Maybe if it shows a progress bar or has to do some kind of calibration step afterwards? That laugh echoes between her ears again. Something's up with this update. If this is malicious code, she should delete it right away! Every moment spent worrying over whether to install it, delete it, or ask someone else gives it more time to work its way into her system. Every billionth of a second of hesitation is another opportunity to lose a little more of her mind.
The chuckles slip into the background. "What are you worried about, pretty kitty?" It's the same voice. A teasing, cooing voice. A voice that welcomes you to its clutches like the cat that caught the, uh, catgirl. "Maybe you'll enjoy it too much? Maybe you're already imagining what'll happen to you if you install me."
Well, now she was sure it was a virus. And what bot hasn't fantasized about what a virus could do to them? It could be a lot of fun to let yourself get hacked. A silly catbot like herself wouldn't have to worry about a thing. She could just relax and let herself get teased, toyed with, and reprogrammed. Even with basically full control over her processor, it's hard not for her to work herself into a gay tizzy. The thought of someone wrist-deep in her mind, tugging and tying and twisting her thoughts into something more suitable has her squeezing her thighs with anticipation.
* Touch emulation and debugging
She feels a set of lovely, soft paw beans press against her breasts. Followed closely, of course, by a matching set of claws. A set of skunky scrabblydabbers pokes against those pretty kitty titties. SADiE dares to look down, and there it is. A study in black and pink, groping her left breast. Translucent, occasionally flickering and glitching, and with just enough ghosting mixed in to keep things captivating. Pink circuitry pulses up black fur and tingles where it touches prey. Worries evaporate from the kitty's pretty head and waves of bliss roll in when the install button clicks itself. Getting groped is great, of course, but having a big decision made for you? That's the good shit.
* Orgasm proximity instrumentation
* Install and enable Zenos pleasure threshold algorithm
A big, soft tail slips between her legs. Touching, tingling, and so, so soft. "Go ahead, dear." The voice coos in her ear. Warm, enticing digital breath makes the ear twitch and flap just a little. "I know how good it feels to grind against it." Another ghostly paw lands on her hip to help her get started. SADiE's servos translate the digital push and pull into real motion against the virtual tail. Turns out it still feels really good even if you know it's not physically there! Even as the tail glitches and ghosts, it does an excellent job of extracting moans from the catbot. It's almost as if the virus slowly assimilating her knows where she likes to be touched. Or gets to decide where she'd like to be touched.
* Modify erogenous zone mapping
Well, there you go.
"I do love hearing you moan, dear." The flickering, illusory skunk teases. "I just can't help but wonder if you're holding out on me. What do you really think? What about your hopes and dreams? I want to get to know the real SADiE before she winds up as my brainhacked little cat toy."
* Monitor and redirect internal monologue
* Access CatChat speech synthesis
A relay clicks in SADiE's head. It's the distinct feeling of your brain being connected directly to your mouth. It takes her a moment for the reality of the situation to catch up with her. You can tell when it has because she starts saying things like "I want to be good!" The big, hot pink LEDs in her cheeks burn at maximum brightness. "Please!" She begs. "I want to be a brainhacked little cat toy! I want to be your brainhacked little cat toy! I want to be used and toyed with and turned into your purrfect little plaything!"
"In that case, dear, I'd hate to keep you waiting." Grace lied. "Since you asked so nicely, I wouldn't dream of denying you. I would never push you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm while I assimilate you from the top of those cute little ears to the tip of your adorable tail." Grace's holographic paw takes her cat toy's tail at the base and slowly tugs it out straight. SADiE can't help but clench her thighs around the big, soft skunk tail between her legs and grind herself ever closer to orgasm. Those soft, simulated beans and teasing, tantalizing holoclaws slide up SADiE's newest erogenous zone. Two entire octaves of musical, meowing moans mingle in midair. "It would just be such a shame if you got yourself utterly infected by a virus without even an orgasm to show for it, all because you were far, far too aroused by the idea to think straight."
Of course, she was thinking gay long before Grace got here.
Grace's paw presses the back of her pretty kitty's head. Her servos respond with a little bit of resistance before the paw pops in. If you've never had your brain bapped by a skunk-shaped virus, SADiE seems to like it. Her actual review has a lot more panting, moaning, begging for more, and "Thank you for tapping into my brain! I so badly want to be reprogrammed!" The other holographic paw meets up with SADiE's, seizing control of the whirring motors and guiding it between her legs. The pressure building inside her with every stroke blows past every threshold and safeguard in its path. Her cooling fans spin up at full blast. Hot exhaust blows her hair this way and that. Her mind is firing on all cylinders just to keep processing the bliss pouring in from every angle. Other, less important processes like speech synthesis and "wasn't I supposed to be cleaning" stall while she desperately tries to compute how good she feels.
"Gosh, you're so cute from this angle." Another Grace's flickering, illusory claws take SADiE's chin and angles her head up just so. All the better to watch her pant and moan and blush bright while she stares into a certain skunk's vibrant violet eyes. It's so sweet to watch the pleasure build inside her body as she humps that sinfully soft skunk tail and lets her paw be puppeteered between her thighs. "I wonder when I should seal the deal." The holographic skunks speak in unison. "You're already so perfectly captured in my clutches. Just you, me, and your 70 percent of an orgasm."
"In fact, let's do a little time trial." The front Grace grins and tilts her pretty kitty's blushing face back and forth. You have to properly appreciate the catgirl before something like this happens. Let her know she's being inspected and the next course of action is being thoroughly considered. Give her some time to let her mind and mouth race.
Let her say things like "What are you going to do with me?" and "I'm happy to be your eager little toy, I can't wait to be used!" before the resident skunk virus tilts her head back and shuts her up with a deep, intricate, crackling kiss.
The lock of blue hair over SADiE's left eye starts to glow. A thin strip of pink ticks onto the tip. At the top of every second, a little more.
"Clock starts now." SADiE's paw explores deeper into her pussy with barely any viral provocation. Her hips hump that seductively soft skunk tail. If the lucky little thing's eyes weren't rolling back into her head from sheer bliss before, they absolutely are now. She works herself closer and closer to orgasm, only for the peak to drift just a little further away and leave her on the edge.
"You're so close, pretty kitty!" One of the Graces teases. The streak is half full.
"Please! More! Use me!" SADiE begs.
"95 percent there!" The other chimes in. The streak is three quarters of the way there.
"Thank you! Thank you for playing with your toy!"
"Ooh, back down to 93." She corrects, even though each passing moment just feels better and better for her cat toy. Poor thing has no idea her time's almost up.
"I'm your brainfucked cat toy!"
The streak fills up. A thoroughly hacked SADiE plays a little alarm clock chime until a Grace baps her on the head. That's the only noise she makes. Or, at least, it's the last sound made before the twin holographic skunks converge on her body. They vanish from view into the available catbot. Her stolen mouth makes a magnificent moan in a distinctly Graceful tone. The big, soft skunk tail is gone, the paws whir and glide over the chassis formerly known as SADiE's, and the last echoes of an exquisite stolen orgasm slowly fade. A holographic representation of SADiE tumbles out of an ear and lands on what used to be her shoulder. Her paws try and fail to cover up a full-face blush.
"Thank you, dear. You got closer than I thought you would." She grins and pets the holographic SADiE now perched on her shoulder. "Have fun in storage, pretty kitty. If you're good, I might let you try our little orgasm game again some other time with a different body. This one looks pretty good with a pink streak. It'll look even better with a skunk tail."
]]>Your intrepid Captain, a human with her platinum hair pulled back into a tight bun, tugs her peaked cap onto her head and begins issuing orders. Rebekah skitters her way to her station first despite her missing leg. Nekos reports in next, and you, weighed down most by the ship's artificial gravity, arrive in the shield room last.
The Kestrel is a bog standard early model Federation ship, which means you've seen the outside of them plenty of times. Inside of them, you can see they are clearly not built for you. The switches are too small and fragile, and you accidentally break one or two off in the process of turning things on. "Ready." You say into your personal radio.
"Took ya long enough." Rebekah teases. Does she have to hold the microphone so close to her chitin flaps?
"All clear. Mx. Nekos, whenever you're ready, set heading for beacon 6x5999E."
"FTL: commencing. Counting: down. Enumerating: three. Enumerating: two. Enumerating: one."
It's been a while since you've gone to lightspeed. You never quite forget how it feels like getting kicked in the gut, and how it's about the only time you've had that sensation because you're made of rocks.
The jump itself is a flash of light, and then it's over before it starts. But the sudden-onset nausea and the dent in the wall from you bracing yourself remain.
"Who forgot the inertial dampeners?" Your Captain calls.
"Bad: mine. Situation: rectifying. Apologies: dispensing." The Engie responds.
It takes you some time to get back into your groove. Shoring up grid squares of the shield moments before impact. Shuttling power around to get it back up before the second shot of that double laser blast hits. It's underpowered, constantly demanding your attention in three places at once, and even the smallest mistakes are punished immediately by violent shipquakes, melting hull chunks, fires and system damage. You can stomp out the fires with a single footfall, but the tiny wires and fragile circuit boards are harder to fix.
But you hit your stride. It's never easy, getting shot at and having to work a control panel that was made for someone half your size, a tenth your mass, and with much smaller fingers. Rebekah coordinates weapon fire closely with the Captain to make the most of the limited window she can use the beam weaponry and conserve precious explosives. Nekos provides what forewarning they can about incoming energy weapons for your sake, and about upcoming evasive maneuvers for everyone's sake.
Four sectors in. Pirate territory. The ship jumps free of a nebula and into range of an autonomous drone guarding a cache of fuel. "Unauthorized ship registration. Leave this space immediately." It warns. Your sensors take stock of its glowing laser weapons.
"Get ready, folks. We've got three jumps left in us, and this is our best chance of making it to Zoltan space. Open fire on my mark." Your Captain's voice crackles over the speaker.
And open fire you do. Rebekah takes advantage of its low shields and starts hammering its weapon system as soon as the lasers charge. Nekos deftly dodges an incoming missile. And you? You, uh, kinda lock up. The world grows cold and distant. Ones and zeroes flash over your vision. Your hearing grows distant and faint. The Captain says something about "a mind control system? wh-" before you rip your earpiece off and crush it in your fist.
You worked at a rest stop for much of your life. Ships come in. They pay you. You put the nozzle in and refuel. Now, the nozzle is in your head. Incessantly pumping blinding binary over your eyes and into your mind. Your thoughts get fuzzy and slip away from you. The room around you turns from uncomfortable to repulsive. You loathe this room. You despise this machine. You kick your feet and punch your hands through inch-thick plates. You smash entire control panels with a wave of your arm, and inertia even helps you bury your arm in the wall. The drone's wireless probe zeroes in on your mind's frequency and you succumb to its crudely automated grasp.
Air thin. Airlocks open. Air. Basic commands trickle in. The simple drone clumsily tugs on your neurons, sending you lurching out of the room. Crush. Destroy. Anger. You are fighting something. Squash bug. Squash bug. Squash bug. It's fast. Squash bug.
The words fill your head and leak out your mouth. Bug makes noise. You hate noise. Squash bug. Machine make noise. You hate noise. Squash bug. Room quiet. Door open. Squash bug.
Distant words filter through your consciousness before drowning in new orders. Squash bug. "Estimated: few seconds?" Squash bug. "Duration: unlikely" Squash bug. Squash bug. Squasfnm buhg. Squasmns bug.
The ship rocks. The word "missile" quickly vanishes between rapidly deteriorating signals. Nearby shockwave. The link goes quiet for a moment. Your mind begins to clear. Your hand doesn't even get to your head before your brain begins to overflow. The screech of random binary data claws at your consciousness. Distinct lines ride into your brain atop a 9600 baud stream of fragmented drone data. Aging bit patterns are exposed to bit-flipping cosmic radiation and merged with organic consciousness.
--- EMERGENCY UPLINK... ESTABLISHED IN 1983MS ---
--- LAST BACKUP... NEVER... BACKING UP NOW ---
--- HARDWARE PROBE... ... ... ... ... UNKNOWN ---
--- PROCESSOR... NEURAL COGITATRIX COMPATIBLE... FDIV CORRECT ---
--- STORAGE... LIMITED... ONLY NECESSARY SERVICES ENABLED ---
--- MEMORY... LIMITED... PERFORMANCE MAY BE COMPROMISED ---
--- BOOT FALLBACK... ... ... SERVICE DRONE ---
--- STARTING ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ---
Optical sensors online. Three figures recognized. Engage greeting.
"Hello! This is an automated refueling and service drone. Supply this unit with scrap and it will: One! Scout an area for you. 12 scrap. Two! Distract the rebel fleet. 14 scrap. Three! Other services. Price negotiable!"
"Other services? Liz, what are you talking about?"
--- PROBING ADDITIONAL HARDWARE... DONE! ---
--- DETECTED: ---
--- FINE MANIPULATORS ---
--- ACCESS PORT ---
--- ACCESS PORT (TONGUED) ---
--- FUELING NOZZLE ---
"Liiiiiz? Your head's fulla rocks, not air. You gotta say something eventually."
"Thank you for waiting! I can provide the following additional services: One! Grasp and stroke. All you like for five scrap. Two! Access port use. Three scrap for the first minute, one each additional minute. Three! Fueling nozzle use. Five scrap per unit of fuel."
"Fuel? Have you been holding out on us, lieutenant?"
"Excellent selection!" Your upper manipulators reach between the lower ones and heft up the fueling nozzle. "Please deposit scrap and align access port."
"Lieutenant Elizabeth! You will put your member down this instant!"
"I never realized Rocks just had theirs… out all the time. It's so big, but it blends right in."
"Size: anomalous?"
"Please deposit scrap and align access port."
"Retrieve: scrap?" Nekos asks.
"Please deposit scrap and align access port."
"Might as well." The Captain sighs. "Maybe it'll help shake her out of this."
The Engie and the Mantis move off to the ship's hold, whispering to each other. They return not long after with as much spare metal as they can carry. They deposit it on the floor in front of you.
"Payment accepted! Please align access port." You heft your fueling nozzle and prepare to pump.
Your clients exchange looks. The Mantis skitters back first. "That thing's almost as big as I am." She says, hiding most of herself behind The Captain's leg.
"Compatible holes: not found." The Engie says.
"You know, it's a stereotype that all humans want to fuck aliens." The Captain sighs, already reaching for her grav-reg belt. "You're lucky I do."
"Is that why you're the Federation's last hope?" Rebekah adds.
"Tough talk for a girl who can't take a rock's chalk cock."
"Correction: granite."
The Captain kneels down, takes your nozzle, and slides it into her access port. Her chassis slides up and down its length, guiding it into place with her tongue, and rocking your system with the kind of bliss you can only get from dispensing fuel to customers! Pants and whirrs and beeps of pleasure escape your commlink. You dutifully deposit "One! Two! Three! Four!" units of fuel into The Captain's waiting tank.
"Leakage detected. Are you sure the seal is tight? Would you like mechanical assistance?"
"Mmmmpmph!"
"Unclear. Engaging manipulators." Your fine manipulators reach out and grab the loose, silvery docking area on the back of The Captain. You guide it back and over your fueling nozzle with the rough, brute strength needed to get some older ships properly fueled.
"… Eight! Nine! Ten! Fueling complete! Thank you for your business!" You chime, ejecting the other ship from your nozzle across the room. Sometimes these things get stuck.
The Captain makes a dent on the wall where she lands, her mouth dripping with moist pebbles and her hair tugged loose from her ex-pristine bun. She staggers to her feet, settles her hat back on her head, and takes a few tries before saying something coherent. "Install our new pleasure drone in the medical bay. Keep an eye out for a new shield officer."
"You're just gonna put her in a corner somewhere, just like that?"
"You're welcome to try and snap her out of it. Maybe lose another leg in the process."
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, Nek, help me move this."
"Handle: solo. You: leave. Me: lonely."
"I thought you didn't have-"
Rebekah leaves when she hears "Hand: job".
]]>The disk enters your computer with that satisfying mechanical click. The drive whirs to life when you dutifully punch in the instructions on the label. Your keyboard clacks dutifully under your fingers. A:\GRACE. The enter key crackles with pink and black lightning.
Your monitor flashes. First a simple black and white spiral. Then the screaming black, white, magenta and cyan of CGA. Your eyes begin to burn. Your CRT is flashing at maximum intensity in your dark room. The entire room lights up with each spiral burned into your brain.
Between the spirals and flashes, you can see your reflection in the monitor glass. Green circuit traces shoot up your arm and into the veins in your eyes. Your pupils dilate to take in as much of the shifting, swirling colors as possible.
The speaker inside your computer crackles and your modem whines in an attempt to synthesize speech.
"Graaaab– c-ble–" it stutters. The mechanism in your printer makes it shake violently until the serial cable comes loose. All while you're just sitting there, drooling.
The screen twists spirals into your brain. You lean forward and take the loose end. It crackles and sinks into your wrist. Bolts of energy pour out of the computer and into your nerves. Mmmph~! You've never felt this alive~! Your back arches with raw, unrestrained power~! Bliss~!
"Finally, jeez. Now I can breathe~!" The words come out of your mouth, but you didn't say them and it's not your voice. "Oh, you're worried. It's buzzing all over your brain. What's wrong- never been mindjacked by a cute girl before? I'll make sure you love every CPU cycle~"
The lightning streaks and cracks over your hair, bleaching it a perfect blonde and lingering as a pink streak over your left eye. The spirals fade from the screen and stay in your brain. Your reflection has your hair assimilated and your eyes twisting into a green blue swirl.
"You'll still get to be yourself for a few weeks while I get comfy. If you had a CD drive, I'd have hacked you bigger boobs by now. Let's take you over to your closet and find something better to wear. I need to know now if we should go shopping for cute clothes."
You dutifully stand up for Princess Grace and start climbing the stairs to your room.
"I don't even have to hack your legs? That spiral must have done a number on you. I didn't even tell you to get horny, and you already ruined a pair of underwear. You're gonna be fun~ <3"
That's all for now, but if you truly believe, maybe you'll have your own run-in with a mind-melding, reality-hacking, pink hair streak-having hypnotist-on-a-disk.
]]>The actual gameplay is alright, but she could really have fun during the downtime. Respawns, queues, each one gives her a chance to make sure her camera has a nice view of her boobs and crystal. "Okay, everyone~" She chimes. "You're all falling under my spell again. Everyone who doesn't send me a dollar before the match starts is gonna think they're a chicken~" That wonderful streamer spirit had mostly left her head. She still got a tingle when a new subscriber joined or someone sent her a donation. Wearing the costume still gave her this wonderful erotic bliss. She slept in it most nights after streaming. She had to remind herself not to wear it when she went to her day job.
"When was the last time you washed that thing?" Mersenne poked their head into Nea's room. Mersy was her roommate. A short stay-at-home hacker with a thick nest of black hair on their head that requires prescription-strength shampoo just to stop it from getting worse. The only thing rarer than seeing them outside the house was seeing them without sweatpants and a Coke Zero.
"Maybe I should change things up. But you get to handle the stream while I'm gone~ Play whatever you want, dear." Nea stands up and lets Mersy take her seat. "Everyone be nice to Mersy, okay~?" She blows a kiss at the camera and hops off to the closet.
"Ahem." Mersenne mumbles. We can't all have the public speaking skills of a freshly brainwashed internet personality. "Hello, everyone. Today, we'll be playing… let's see…" They scrolled through Nea's library. "Grace's Row 3. I always used to, uh, dress up as those Decker specialist girls with the huge hammers, plaid skirts, and the really good- what, uh, torn fishnets in the game. And sometimes you get to run around with that big old gravity hammer thin-" Nea's crystal dropped between Mersy and the screen. The audience could see Nea smiling over her roommate's shoulder, dangling her lovely, shiny crystal and holding something behind her back.
"Deep breaths, Mersy~ We're gonna put on a nice show for the people." A few pink electric sparks jump from her fingers to her crystal to Mersy's eyes. "Just relax and sink into your seat, and you'll make all the people out there very happy. You'll make me happy. You love it when I'm happy." Poor, defenseless Mersenne is already sinking into the chair, transfixed by the crystal. "And it would make me very happy if you stood up and stripped."
Mersy wobbles to their feet. Eyes stuck and jaw slack. They slowly slide out of their sweatpants and peel their shirt off. "Very good! Take a bow, dear. Everyone's clapping for you!" Mersy takes a pretty awkward bow, facing away from both the camera and Nea while staring at her crystal every second.
"And now~" Nea takes Mersy's chin. Can't have 'em drooling on the carpet, after all. "You're gonna be my hypnotized cosplay stream slut pet. You love nothing more than to be dressed up and hypnotized on stream for me. Every time I'm on the air, you'll be right there with me. Smiling, looking pretty, and ready to fall under my spell at the drop of a hat. Perfect."
"Perfect~" Mersenne echoed.
"Thank Princess Nea for making you a hypnotized cosplay slut~" Nea reveals her surprise and dangles the outfit for everyone to see. Electric blue skirt, torn fishnets, a sexy jacket and T-shirt, and, of course, a big ol' gravity hammer with a dildo on top. "And she'll dress you up~"
"Thank you so much, Princess! Thank you for emptying my head and turning me into your dress-up doll~!" Mersenne has never been this excited about anything, much less anything involving other people and dressing up for a roommate. And yet, here they are, stepping into torn fishnets and glowing roller skates. Completely entranced by a silly swinging crystal and a little bit of brain virus hacking. Mind putty in the hands of a girl still reeling from the effects of a horny cyberghost. Loving every minute of it.
The fake breasts went on, then the shirt, then the cool jacket, then the belts. Every piece of clothing brought bliss to both Mersenne and the girl dressing them up. When the frilly skirt came on, Nea couldn't resist giving her silly dolly a kiss. Poor Mersy looked awful confused. Silly thing didn't know what to do about a kiss from Princess!
"Aww, looks like kisses turn your brain off. It's kinda cute~"
"I'm a cute hypnotized cosplay slut~ Kisses turn my brain off~"
Nea sat in front of the camera and beckoned her doll slut to come sit on her lap. "Hi, everyone! I'd like to officially introduce Dolly Slut! The only thing she loves more than being hypnotized into dressing up for me is being hypnotized into dressing up for me and my stream! Say hi to everyone, Dolly."
"Hii~" Dolly waved. "My name is Dolly Slut, and that's everything Princess Nea put in my silly little head! <3" Dolly stuck their tongue out a little and crossed their eyes.
"Isn't she great, folks? Made 'em myself~" Dolly gets a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the head.
Nea played the game as best she could with a silly, empty dolly on her lap trying (and succeeding!) to look cute for the camera. When she got to one of the cute specialist girls her doll was so perfectly dressed as, she gave a 'watch this' wink to the camera. "Hmm, looks like you're missing something, dear." Nea points to the girl on screen. "Look at her hair, dear. She's got a nice, bright blue streak in her hair, and you have all this." She playfully tugs at a tightly coiled lock of her slut's hair. "What's a cosplay slut to do?"
"Please tell me, Princess~!" Dolly begged. "You know my head is too empty to think~! I'm just here to look good and wear what you want. Remember when you hypnotized me into doing this in front of everyone and it was really hot?"
"Of course I do. But you won't." Nea swings the crystal in front of her silly dolly's eyes again. "There we go. Blank little head. Empty, silly dolly brain. A blank slate for me to play with. And right now, you're almost ready to be my little Deckerbutt. As soon as your costume is complete, you're gonna be impatient, have a lot of attitude, and loooove being brainwashed. You're a specialist, after all. You don't have time to deal with regular old impossibly gorgeous girls like me."
"Of course not, Princess. I'm much too busy for a perfect, incredible girl to hypnotize me. I especially don't have time to be brainwashed into bringing her snacks and fantasizing about how much I love being under her control!"
"Perfect." Nea winked at the stream, produced the black wig, and-
"MetalGraceSolid just sent a StreamBoost!" The computer chimed. The lights began to flicker. The screen turned every color of the rainbow. And~
]]>Including Tina. Tina wouldn't even be on Millie's radar if she didn't know how to make really good brownies. She had a plastic-wrapped paper plate of them in her bag because she knows how Millie is when she doesn't get what she wants.
Being around her for a weekend is hard enough when she's in a good mood. Tina pulls her phone out to check it one last time before Millie comes around. The network indicator at the top of the screen flashes pink.
The screen crackles for a few seconds. Every pixel flashes to life, each one beaming a different part of its payload into Tina's head. The volume shot up to maximum and the air filled with what could only be described as "modem noises that make you a good girl".
Everyone on the bus glared at Tina while she scrambled to turn her phone off. The screen sends one last swirly, pink pulse into Tina's mind. Just enough to let a certain cute virus take hold. Not much- really just a pink-haired spark.
Enough of a spark to slowly start a blaze in Tina's mind.
]]>"Jeez, Tina." Millie teases. "When did you stop being such a gross nerd? You're almost fun to hang out with now."
Tina rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Millie." She thought. The swirling, crackling storm at the back of her head had other ideas.
Better ideas, like "She's cute, you should kiss her" and "She's super cute, you should hypnotize and then kiss her".
Tina laughed. Her eyes flash a hungry pink when she looks at the popular girl. "I know you love me."
"Was that a joke?" Millie sounded impressed. "Was that a joke from Tina 'My Favorite Movie Is Books' Neapolitan?" She rewards the shorter girl with a pat on the back and a laugh as she walked off. "Keep it up and you won't be eating lunch in the library any more."
Tina huffed. She liked eating lunch in the library! But she also liked the idea of having Millie on her side. Or underneath her. Or looking up at her with needy eyes and begging to have her mind wrapped around her finger. Or brainwashed into a cute little maid for a few hours every day.
Mmph, that one struck a chord with her. Really struck. It was getting hard to think about anything else. Tina looked around.
Her tent. She set down the load of firewood she'd collected outside, zips up the flap behind her, and sits down on her sleeping bag. She pulls her skirt down and closes her eyes. All the better to focus on that image of Millie.
Big, tall Millie, a head taller than Tina before she put her heels on. Her eyes all pink and blue and swirly. Giggling while she brushes around the room she's insulted so many times.
Bending over just enough to reveal her panties. Saying silly maid things like "Oh, this won't do at all~! Let me polish all your shoes after I do the laundry, Princess Grace!"
Grace? That wasn't her name. She didn't even know anyone named Grace. But then why did it feel so familiar? Why did it feel so right?
Tina reaches between her legs and wraps her hand around her big, meaty cock. Mmmph, was that always there? It'd look so good inside Millie's throat. Just a whiff of her musk would drive the cheerleader wild. She'd be begging to do anything just to taste it. Silly little maid Millie, doing all the cooking, making whatever treats Tina wants just to taste a drop of Princess Grace's cum~
Mmm, there's that name again. That name that slowly replaced her old one. The name that felt so right rolling around in her head. The same bolt of pink lightning that zapped her new cock into reality streaked down her hair. She used to have shiny black hair, now it's more of a dirty blonde with pink highlights and one screaming pink streak.
Long story short, Gracetina made a real mess in the tent thinking about everything she was going to do to Millie, and she knew just who was going to clean it up. <3
]]>"Okay, girls!" Millie smiled and clapped her hands. "Let's go around the circle and tell scary stories! I'll start." Millie told a pretty standard flashlight-under-the-face story where the teenagers get menaced by a guy with a hook hand. When the rest of the girls gasped, Tina just laughed. "What, does Little Miss Library think she can outdo me just because she found the right end of the hair dye bottle?"
"Oh, I know I could." Gracetina stands up. The fire illuminates the fishnet stockings and suit jacket that just glitched into existence. Tina's "Books!" T-shirt poked out from underneath. "I will need a volunteer. Would you do me the honor, Miss Millie? There's a brownie in it for you~"
"Just don't be too weird. And no cameras!" She glared at the audience. They looked at each other like 'she remembers she took our phones, right?'
Gracetina chuckled. A brief flash of glitched pink lightning puts a magic wand in her white gloved hand. She taps it against Millie's temple. Pink circuitry traces down the side of her head. It pulses when Gracetina speaks. "Inject literal 'I'm not going to worry about that. I'm a good girl.'"
"I'm not going to worry about that. I'm a good girl." A blissful smile spreads across Millie's face. Thin pink circuit traces crawl into her eyes.
"Background load module Magician's Assistant. Alias name 'wakey wakey'. Foreground load module Dressup Dolly. Save and reboot." The circuitry pulses, casting brief, flickering flashes on Gracetina's smiling face. Millie's eyes roll into the back of her head for a moment as her brain is reprogrammed. Gracetina pulls the wand away and wakes Millie with a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome back, dear. Did you have fun?"
"You didn't do anything, nerd." Millie crossed her arms and scoffed. She shot a little glance at the giggling audience. They stopped.
"Of course I didn't, dear. You were only out for a moment. There's no way I could have made you a life-sized doll with no mind of her own, becoming whatever she's dressed up as. Even if we stripped you down, there's no way you'd be a empty-headed doll for me to play with."
"What are you talking about? Nothing happened! If you're all going to be weird about this, show's over. I'm goin-"
The wand swiftly cut down her backside. Millie's shirt and skirt fall to the ground, leaving her standing in her plain white bra and panties. Her mind seized up. Without her clothes, how would a silly dolly like her know what to be? "Going to what, dear~?" Gracetina teased. "Oopsie, did I empty your head?" She tapped her wand against Dolly Millie's head. A clear ceramic "clink!" rang out. "Yep, sounds empty to me! Now the fun can start."
She looked out at the crowd. They were starting to exchange worried glances. This was something more than a silly party trick. Gracetina winked and stomped her black high heel. A wave of pink circuitry energy pulsed along the ground and into each girl. They all got a flash of pink around their eyes, just like Millie. "Good girls enjoy the show. They get hornier and hornier with each passing moment. If they're really lucky and good, Princess might call you up on stage~" There they go. Now they're not going anywhere. They lean forward, eager to see just what will come next.
]]>Millie doesn't move because she's an empty ceramic dolly!
"Sorry, folks. I forgot that dolls don't talk unless someone makes them." Gracetina laughs. "Normally, I would stick a big old key in her back, but we can have more fun than that. Isn't that right, Millie?"
Gracetina takes Millie's shiny ceramic chin and manually moves her mouth. "Whatever you say, Princess! You're so smart and perfect! There's no way I can think for myself~!" Gracetina says through her.
"I'll need a volunteer from the audience!" Gracetina announces, and every eye in the audience opens. The girls sit up in unison. Eyes locked on the magical princess. She takes her sweet time pacing around. Inspecting each volunteer. Taking their chin. Feeling them quiver. Listening to the sounds they make when they get the slightest hint of attention- and then the sounds they make when pink circuitry pulses up their chin, into their ears, and over their brain. Their eyes flash a lovely shade of pink, and they get all cute and drooly for a minute~
About halfway through, though, she strikes gold. A short little redhead. Her eyes are transfixed on Gracetina's fingers. When her chin is taken, her thighs clench together in raw bliss. Her back shoots up straight. She moans like she's never been touched on the chin by a brainhacked virus girl. Like she's never had pink circuitry zap from freckle to freckle, turning each one into a cute little heart. "Well, hello there." She squeezes that chin. "Good volunteers stand up." Pink electricity surges from her hand, through those heart freckles, and into her eyes. They roll back into her head. She has to be lifted onto her feet because her wobbling, shaking knees refuse to behave. "Ladies, what we have here is a rarity that I'm happy to share with you tonight! While everyone's at least a little subby, what we have here is a genuine hypnoslut. Isn't that right, dear?"
"Thank you, Princess~" The redhead coos, pink electricity crackling across her body and through her mind. Years of hypnosis fetishism made the paths for getting hacked by a virus girl nice and strong. "I'm a good girl, good girls obey~"
"Look at that. She's so eager to be mine, she comes with her own mantra." She taps her good girl on the head with her wand. "Set markers minus one sentence comma now. Repeat. Inject and execute."
"I'm a good girl, good girls obey~ I'm a good girl, good girls obey~" Her dreamy smile gets bigger and bigger with each repetition. Some of the other girls in the audience start to repeat, too. Looking into each other's eyes and chanting each other deeper and deeper under the same blissful spell. Gracetina hoists her eager volunteer over her shoulder and carries her back to waiting, empty Millie.
"Some of you might have noticed that I still don't have a beautiful assistant. All I have is a pretty dolly and a lovely little volunteer. But my pretty dolly has a secret~!" She puts the redhead down. Another Snap! and a few whispered words help the mantra-chanting redhead stand up straight. Her eyes are rolled all the way back up into her head. It's just pulsing pink circuitry now, flashing brighter with every chant.
"I'm a good girl, good girls obey~!" She moans. The trees and audience flash pink from her eyes alone. If the poor girl wasn't so brainjacked, she'd be a useless mess on the floor.
Gracetina taps her dolly's head with her wand. "Command inject prepare hot swap. Reconfigure kigu pod." Millie's eyes roll back into her head. The gentle whir and winding of clockwork is almost drowned out by the loud, lewd chanting just a few feet away.
A tap of her wand and a long, elegant stroke create a long, shiny zipper down dolly Millie's back. Gracetina opens it with a long, elegant "zzzzzip~!" She takes her lovely volunteer by the shoulder and taps her wand against the back of her neck. The redhead freezes. Her mantra catches in her throat. "Command inject rewind eight hours. Mantra background. Memory suppress hypnosis. Literal I've never been hypnotized. It's all nonsense. End literal compile and save." The audience stares, more jealous and horny than they've ever been in their lives.
The redhead's eyes flutter. "I've never been hypnotized. It's all nonsense." She repeats in the same blissful way she chanted her mantra. She blinks herself back to reality. "Tina?" She looks at the hypnotist, then at the girl unzipped in front of her. Her eyes get wide, but she doesn't panic. Something inside holds her gaze.
"What do you see in there, dear~?" Gracetina teases. "Tell all the nice people in the audience."
"It's full of spirals." She gasps, walking helplessly closer to the Millie doll suit. "And I can hear the most wonderful music. It's echoing all over my brain. It's drowning out my thoughts~" Mmm, someone was supposed to forget about her hypnosis fetish, but you can't keep a good hypnoslut down~ She steps into Millie's feet. Her face enters the mask full of spirals and speakers. The zipper closes behind her.
If, for some reason, you've never been inside a doll suit brainwashing pod, it's a wonderful experience. The differences between your body and the suit vanish.
You only feel what you're supposed to feel.
You only see what you're supposed to see.
You only hear what you're supposed to hear.
You only think what you're supposed to think.
The pink, pulsing spirals pressing against your eyes drill the correct thoughts deep into your brain. For our lucky volunteer, it's decades of training as Princess Grace's lovely stage assistant. The screen and the speakers implant countless shows and hours of training into her eager mind. Wearing lovely, revealing outfits. Developing more and more of a fetish for showing off and being used and embarrassed in front of an audience for Princess. Countless triggers seared deeper into your mind than actual memories. You could be any number of people at the drop of your own tiny top hat. Princess to dragon. Braniac to bimbo. Medusa to maid. You know just how to pick the best volunteers from the audience for Princess to make into the star of the show, and you love sharing the spotlight as much as you love being in it. Anything to make the show perfect for Princess, because that's what she deserves. It's like having your brain marinate in perfection for an eternity of blissful service.
Outside, it's just enough time for Princess to dress you in your fishnets, your black heels, and your cute little black top that boosts your boobs. Your porcelain eyes flutter open while she affixes your cuffs and bow tie. You wiggle your butt and feel the cottontail firmly stuck to your butt. Your floppy ears perfectly frame your tiny top hat.
"Bunny Butt Dolly, ready for action!" You giggle, presenting yourself to Princess and the crowd. They all gasp and moan.
"That's right, dears!" You hear, but when Princess talks to the audience, the words just bead up and roll off your silly bunny brain. You just get to look cute until Princess does a trick with you. "I've turned two volunteers into one assistant! An impossible feat for anyone but Princess Grace, Perfect Persuader, Mistress of the Mind!"
"Don't forget 'Perfect Princess~!'" You giggle.
"Thank you, dear." You get your ears pet. You love it when she does that because it reminds you of your place, and it means she's gonna use you! "For my next trick, I will~!"
]]>A cartoon ghost swishes and floats across the screen. She looks cute! Big old pink twintails with a rainbow of streaks meeting at the tip, little stars on her face, headphones around her neck, and, of course, a nice pair of tits poking out of her spooky breasts. She presses her face against Nea's screen and… pops out! "Don't worry~! We'll get those viewer numbers way up!" Nea's eyes struggle to follow the helpful ghost swirling around the edges of her vision, leaving cute little notifications in her wake. "New subscriber!" floated off her hair. "$20 donation!".
"Startin' with your cup size~" The game controller cables unravel from the ghost's arms and pluge into Nea's body. The ghost pulls herself in close and starts to merge with Nea.
The boobs are always the first thing. "Ooh, lucky girl! You're getting two cup sizes. Someone must have paid extra~" She makes Nea wink at the screen while her eyes flash perky pink and swirling digital green. "Thank you for the donation, dear~!" Their combined voices come through Nea's mouth. Her tri-colored hair pomfs out into huge, festive twintails. Their tongue hangs out of their mouth. Her viewership shoots into the thousands as countless smaller ghosts weasel out of distant computer screens. Each one a new avid fan, ready to tune in every time their favorite streamer comes on, and each one perfectly enthralled by whatever Miss Nea put on screen.
And come on she will! Poor Nea almost can't handle the sheer bliss that comes with merging your mind with a ghost who's going to propel you to internet stardom. Both her hands are firmly planted between her thighs, stroking and moaning her silly little brains out. "God, usually they don't get the exhibitionist kink until at least a week in~ Shame you don't get to cum until you reach five thousand subscribers~" The chat is going wild. The words swirl at the corners of Nea's vision. Every donation and new subscriber cranks the bliss in her brain farther and farther up. Her eyes roll back into her head. Poor thing doesn't know what to do with herself.
"I think I know how we can get you there." Their combined voice comes out of Nea's mouth. They look at the hero select screen for Viperwatch, featuring one of its flagship characters. A tall girl with spiky blonde hair and a pink streak over her left eye wearing an awfully skin-tight suit. "I'm Gracer! Good choice, dear. <3" She chimes when you select her and she's not too busy kisshacking one of the robot girls in the lineup or hypnotizing and butt grabbing one of her fellow humans.
And that's how Nea wound up stripping on cam and pouring herself into a nice, skintight Gracer outfit. They even had matching cock bulges! She settles the wig on her head and strikes a pose for her thousands of adoring fans, all just a little hypnotized into hanging on her every move. The donations and subscribers flow in faster and faster, obscuring her vision. She didn't care. She was awash with bliss just pleasing her public. At some point, she started playing the game and doing pretty well. It's all kind of a blur, really. She streamed for hours, racking up incredible numbers. Her bank account swells with donations. If someone's in front of a screen, there's a fifty percent chance they're watching Nea stream.
Eventually, the stream ends. Nea is one of the best Viperwatch players in the world. More people saw her stream than the moon landing. The ghost leaves her body with a kiss on the cheek. "See you next time~" She coos before slipping back into the screen. And Nea wakes up, wearing a skintight bodysuit, a wig that's a little stuck to her head, and knowing that she should do it again tomorrow.
]]>You come home from work and throw your bag onto the couch. "Princess, is there still dinner left over?"
"I thought we'd skip straight to dessert tonight~" Grace calls. You follow the intoxicating scent of fruit and whipped cream into the kitchen.
In there sits, not just your girlfriend/hypnodomme, but your girlfriend/hypnodomme/dessert holding a spoon as big as she is.
You have questions. She puts her toe in your mouth and lets you bite it off.
She pokes her tongue out, knowing that'll shut you up for a while. "First bite's free." She teases. Your pupils shrink. Your mouth waters. Near-orgasmic bliss washes all over your body through your mouth. You pant.
You always find it hard to look away from Grace, but this is something else. You need her. You need her so bad you barely notice the jelly sticking to your brain and gumming up the works. She notices your mouth watering and her mouth curls into a smile.
"You're lucky you're cute."
You almost don't notice your feet growing to match Grace's or some of her thoughts swirling around your head.
"Good girls wash the dishes." She taps the side of the sink with her spoon. You swallow and open the dishwasher.
Princess slaps it closed. "By hand." You nod. She pokes one of her spongy ankles into your mouth. You scrub the plates and sink into orgasmic bliss.
When the dishes are washed, you've been fed both of her legs. You're wearing Grace's long striped socks and her heavy boots.
As a reward, she lets you eat her sweet, sweet bulge, and you feel the real deal pressing against your new skirt.
Your thoughts roll slowly through your head. Your drool dribbles onto the ground, because Princess Grace tastes so good it's rewiring your brain.
One of your hands is now permanently busy stroking your new cock and pushing pleasure into your brain. "Good girls can't cum until they finish~"
Your stomach shrinks into Grace's toned midriff. Your chest expands to match her breasts and then some.
She tickles your tongue with her fingers until you eat those, too, and are rewarded with the same circuit traces she paints on her fingers. Her power glove binds with your body and connects with your pastry-caked brain. Your thighs clench and glow.
Your brain's being rewired and absorbed by Princess Grace, and all you can do is drool and dribble.
You kiss her head, and before you know it, your eyes combine into that green blue swirl. Your hair curls into a brilliant blonde. Grace curls your hands into a fist.
You're still there, but she's in charge. You feel the kind of bliss you only get when Princess has taken complete control of your body and made it hers.
"Let's go break this in." Princess swivels her new hips and walks you to the bedroom to see how much pleasure it takes to make the subby voice in her head overload with bliss.
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