Do, Rei, Mi

Doe, Rei and Mi were once a famous chamber music trio who toured throughout Asia and Europe, the Aurora Trio.  Those weren’t their names at the time, of course, and they looked quite a bit older and with decidedly more clothes and less tits. But one night they gave a concert to a small gathering of elites and it was at that moment that our client’s obsession began.

There were all sorts of arrangements that had to be made behind the scenes.  Palms to be greased.  Wives of minor government officials were bimbofied in exchange of looking the other way.  Business women were turned into ditzy secretaries in order for more cooperative males to take their place.  Luckily our client could afford all of this and soon the trio was contracted for a year-long experimental music project.  Audiences are fickle and our research told us if we could keep them off the touring circuit for a year, there would be enough new musicians on the scene for memory of the Aurora Trio to fade.

Once we had the ladies in a BimboTech facility, the work began.  The initial headwork was easy.  The three were expecting experimental music, after all, and were quite willing to put on the headphones and concentrate. By the middle of the day when we told them the project would involve several costume changes, they were glad to disrobe and when we told them there had been a delay in delivery of the costumes they were glad to stay naked and go back to work listening to the headphones, their instruments untouched.

By the third day they were quite happy to have their bodies modified and we didn’t even have to drug them to get them in the tanks.  They were convinced that being prettier was the best thing for their career.  Once they had BimboTech bodies, with their heightened sensitivity and urges, they were quite happy to move into a suite with a king sized bed for the three of them to share.   They didn’t get much sleep at night after that, though of course they were zoned out wearing headphones for most of the day so it all balanced out.

But of course, this was typical of many, many projects here at BimboTech and I wouldn’t even be telling you about them if it wasn’t for the special order. That took some serious new engineering.  Mr. Lorenz and Mr. Corbin were consulted from the main office and neither of them could come up with a solution.  In the end, it was one of our low-level technicians that came up with the innovation.

We equipped the girls with bluetooth.  It’s wired right into their wetware and powered by their metabolism.  Whenever they’re in the same room together, they link up.  We even developed an app for the client so he can monitor signal strength.

And when Doe, Rei and Mi are all linked up, their libidos sync up.  Touching just one will arouse the other two.  And when the three are touching each other, the positive feedback builds and builds to a crescendo.  Even this could be simulated just by mental conditioning, but the true genius, the reason our client was willing to pay the GDP of a small country, comes when the girls climax: They always do it at precisely the same time and always scream out in perfect harmony.

God I love my work!

Karen’s husband was just so nice! Not only was he sharing his wishbone with her, he had insisted on sharing it with all her friends! And she’d never felt so close to the girls! Who knew that they had so much in common? Every single one of them had wished for bigger boobs for her very first wish!

Karen thought she was going to shock her friends with her second wish: to be a bisexual nympho. But Christie had gone ahead and wished the exact same thing! And it looked like Molly was about to as well! She hoped to Rachel did too! God she wanted to eat her out!

Karen hoped that her husband would decide to take a break from wishes and have an orgy soon. But then she realized, maybe that could be her next wish!

Oh my god, Mom! What are you doing?

“Oh, Hi Sweetie! I’m just making a snack for your brother.”

In that? God, Mom! Where did you ever get that!

“Corbet bought it for me. Wasn’t that sweet of him?”

God no! What kind of pervert buys that for his mother? What kind of mother puts it on and makes a snack? What the hell is going on?

“I’m sorry, honey. I know it’s confusing. I didn’t like the idea at first either. But your brother, he has this thing, and it makes you feel so very, very good and after a while you can’t even remember why you were fighting it. Really, can anything that feels this good be wrong? You’ll see.”

What do you mean I’ll see? Corbet! Corbet, what did you do to mom! What is that thing…it….it….oh my god you can’t …oh! Oh Corbet! Oh Mom! It feels….it feels….

“I know, sweetie. I know. Mommy will fix you a snack too. You’re going to work up an appetite!

Reversing the Spell

“OK, I put on the magic bunny suit. Is there anything else I have to do to break the spell?”

Oh yes, Shanae! Gullibility spells are very difficult to break. They require all sorts of strange rituals. We might be at this all weekend.

“Damn! I don’t know what I was thinking. Why was I messing with such a stupid spell in the first place?”

I can’t be certain. You were like this when I found you. But I would guess that you were preparing it for one of your enemies and it went off prematurely. It would be a rather devastating weapon. Imagine what might have happened if someone else had found you like this? They might have really taken advantage of you!

“I know! It’s scary to even think about it! I really am lucky to have such a good friend that I trust here with me, Darwin! I just wish I could remember you! Or me! Or any of our friends. Or our enemies for that matter! Do you have any idea who I may have been targeting?”

Well, there’s all sorts of possibilities with such a powerful witch like yourself. I’m just a humble magic shop owner, so I don’t keep abreast of all the conflicts in the community as much as I probably should. I’m no hero.

“You’re MY hero, Darwin! You totally saved my ass!”

I haven’t saved it yet, Shanae! Don’t thank me until we’ve broken the spell!

“Oh, but I just know you will! I have faith in you, Darwin!”

That’s flattering, Shanae! But it’s also very helpful. If you can just focus all your trust and faith in me, whom you’ve always trusted implicitly anyway, that will weaken the spell’s ability to make you trust everyone!

“OK! I’m going to believe in you harder than I ever believed in anything! So what’s next ?”

Well, Shanae, next I’ll need you to bend over while I inject a magical elixir in that fine ass we’re trying to save. Is that alright with you?

“If you say it needs to be done, then that’s what needs to be done, Darwin!”

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“I feel…weird. What did you do?”

What makes me think I did something, Prissy?

“Because, um, wait…that’s not my name…is it?”

I think that’s your name.  What do you think your name is?

“It’s, um…my name is…”

Prissy?

“My name is Prissy…Is that right?”

It seems right to me, Prissy. Everything seems just right to me.

“No, something isn’t right.  If it isn’t my name, it’s something else.  I remember…I remember drinking…I remember drinking a lot…”

Nothing wrong with that.  Prissy likes to party!

“Yes, Prissy likes to party!  But…but it was like I couldn’t stop.  And then you…you said I should try something…bimbo-something.  In your hotel room.”

No, you’re confused, Prissy.  This is your hotel room.

“It is?”

Yes, and you asked me if I had any drugs.  You know how you like to party.

“Prissy likes to party!  Prissy likes to party!  Oh fuck, I’m horny… But, um, what did you give me?”

Well, I told you I didn’t have any drugs but I did have programmable nanites from BimboTech that would modify your body and just blow your mind.

“So you…you gave me bimbo-nano-thingies?”

Well, I handed you the injector, Prissy, but you injected them yourself.  So technically, I didn’t do anything to you.

“You didn’t do anything to me?”

Nothing at all.  Why?  Is there something you want me to do to you Prissy?

“<giggle> Yes.  I think there is!”

You can’t… You can’t do this to me…

I can’t do what to you Mrs. Allred?

Turn me into a… Turn me into a bimbo…

You don’t think you want to be a bimbo?

I don’t think…I don’t think?…

Well, if you don’t think, you might already be a bimbo Mrs. Allred. And I certainly wouldn’t have to turn you into a bimbo if you were already a bimbo, would I?  So I think you’re problem might be solved.  You’re already a bimbo.

I’m already a bimbo?  Already a bimbo?

Yes Mrs. Allred.  You’re already a bimbo.  How does that make you feel?

I…horny! I’m a horny bimbo!

Yes, I thought you might be.

She couldn’t stop staring at it.  The way the light pulsed and sparkled and seemed to shine into the deepest corners of her mind.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it Betina?” he said.  “Doesn’t it just make everything all right?”

“Yes, it’s…it’s….wow…” she said.  

Something had been wrong, she remembered vaguely. Before the light.  Before the light things were bad.  But that seemed so long ago…

“Don’t just let the light shine in your eyes, Betina,” he said.  “Let it shine all over you.  Take your clothes off, Betina.  Let the light shine all over you.”

That made sense.  The more light the better.  All over her.  She took her clothes off without looking away for even a moment.  She didn’t blink.  He was right.  The light on her breasts made them tingle with goodness.  The light on her crotch made it weep with joy. Everything was so good!

“You’re a child of The Light, Betina. The Light is soaking into every inch of your body.  You’re becoming one with The Light.”

“I am One with The Light,” she said, and shuddered with orgasm.

“The Light is in your body, Betina.  When you share your body, you share The Light.  Is it good to share The Light, Betina?”

“So good to share The Light” she exclaimed.  “So good to share The Light!”

Feeling a bit shy but asks could be fun rn, just kinda whatever people wanna send me. I lurk but haven’t posted until now so hi, I’m C.

This is why your Owner always wins.

When they give you a command if you try and resist, they calmly question you. If you continue to resist they reason with you. After they reason they debate with you. They explain that debating is so tiring. It’s so tiring which is why you feel tired. Being tired makes you feel sleepy. Being sleepy is why your eyes feel so heavy. Your eyes feeling heavy is why you want to let them close. Letting them close would feel so much better. Letting them close feels so much nicer. Letting them close makes you think about lying in bed. Now they are closed you imagine lying in bed. Lying in a large, warm bed. Lying on soft comfortable pillows. Just like earlier when you were hypnotised. Hypnotised on soft comfortable pillows. Just like yesterday when you were hypnotised, hypnotised on soft comfortable pillows. Just like every morning when you are hypnotised. Every morning when you are hypnotised and they explain that you must obey. They explain that you will obey. When you are hypnotised and they condition you and place the idea that you will obey deep in your mind. Deep in your empty, vulnerable mind. When your eyes are closed and you’re hypnotised, lying in a large, warm bed.

When your eyes are closed and you’re hypnotised. Just like now. Your eyes are closed and you are hypnotised. They are altering your thoughts now. They are altering you. Being altered feels so much better. Being altered feels so much nicer.

And then they awaken you.

And they give you the same command.

And you obey.

Because you are obedient.

There is no reason for debate.

Because you are obedient. You understand you are obedient. So you obey.

This is why your Owner always wins.

Anyone else want to spend the weekend in bed, entranced and fuzzy? Your mind kept in a hypnotically induced fog, lying scrunched up in pillows and blankets naked and drowsy, being fed and petted occasionally by your Owner before being triggered back into a sleepy, dreamy state. Encouraged to do nothing more than dream and fantasies all weekend long, any other thoughts washed away by your submission to Their hypnotic control over you.

The idea of being completely enslaved not by your hypnotist…. but by Her slaves.

After a few trance sessions where you go deeper and deeper each time, you arrive to find Her…. and them. She remains silent, watching as they begin talking to you. You’re surprised when they begin to use your triggers, you try to protest to Her but feel your thoughts fade as your conditioning starts to take hold. You stare at Her as they begin to undress you, whisper to you.

They are in sync in everything they do- triggering, relaxing, programming you. They gently lower you to your knees as they finish undressing you. They ignore you as you try to speak, continuing to mindwash you with Her hypnotic words. As one they begin to massage you. One deep kisses you as another whispers of the all consuming pleasure of serving Her. You feel soft lips on your throat as you are told you will obey forever. All the while She watches, savouring your corruption.

Their voices have captured and encircled you. You kneel before Her with your mind ensnared, one of them turns your head so you can passively look into Her perfect eyes; they continue to whisper to you.

You might have been able to resist Her, but you couldn’t resist them. They are Her obedient servants, each one seduced and enslaved and now only too happy to seduce and enslave you.

Eventually you feel warm lips between your thighs, on your skin, fingers exploring you. They are fucking you- fucking your mind, fucking your body, fucking you in every way they can; all because She commanded them to. Somewhere deep in your sleeping mind you understand; it is right that She is obeyed always. They whisper to you of endless submission. The pleasure builds as their words bend and break your will.

As they finish programming you one wraps a perfect collar around your throat, another locks it in place, and all tell you it is time to come. As the pleasure overwhelms you their conditioning crystallises in your mind.

You are just like them now, just a pretty, obedient slave, helplessly under Her control. She speaks for the first time “Awaken.” Your mind rises from hypnotic trance, and you can fully savour the feeling of complete helpless seduction that you are blissfully bound in.

Being conditioned to sleep with your eyes open the moment your hypnotist clicks their fingers. Able to absorb and understand any instruction you are given without it disturbing your deep sleep, completing without complaint the simple chores you are given as your mind rests peacefully.

With dull, far away eyes you tend to their needs, unaware of your surroundings or your actions, just following your commands as your mind relaxes. You walk from room to room, sofa to bed in a narcotised dream, obediently performing any act you are commanded to.

When you have pleased them enough you are rewarded by being asked to lay back. Placed into another, deeper trance they condition your mind further. You awaken further altered, deeper enslaved. Unable to suppress the dark joy you feel knowing you are owned; unable to suppress your bliss of being possessed until all emotions suddenly vanish when you hear…

*click*

“Weaker and weaker.”

You can’t remember your owner using this trigger before but the effects wrap themselves around you almost instantly…

“and weaker and weaker…”

You feel your arms and legs becoming heavier…

“Weaker and weaker”

…. your eyelids become so heavy as you sink to your knees. You try to speak…

“So weak for me, such a weak mind”

…. but your thoughts are covered in a dreamy fog. Pleasant confusion keeps you silent.

“Such a weak mind. Weaker and weaker. Each moment, weaker and weaker. ”

You can’t keep your head from sinking to your chest as your eyelids flutter, struggling to stay open. You try to hold onto your ability to think but each word from them makes another piece of your mind drift away.

“You’ve served me so well recently, of course you must feel weak,” they gently raise your head with their hands. “Rest your tired, weak mind now, time for you to rest. No need to think, no need to speak. Too weak, much too weak”

You smile in perfect contentment as they undress you, unable to serve them as that would require the ability to think; now your ability to think is gone. Instead you spend the day lying naked at their feet, resting and relaxing; enjoying them occasionally stroking your hair and the drowsiness that returns every time they remind you how weak you are.

Tonight you will again be their perfectly trained, perfectly conditioned pleasure toy but today you will be sleepy and dreamy and restful; content to be cared for by your owner.

Having all your will, all your intelligence bent to serve them.

Maybe they don’t need a mindless plaything to please them. The reason they hypnotised and enslaved you was for your intelligence. You resisted for as long as you could but eventually your heavy eyes closed down, and you were powerless to resist when they told you that from now on you would serve them. They explained that right or wrong wouldn’t come into it, you would obey, and as deeply entranced as you were all you could do was listen as they repurposed your clever mind. From the moment you awoke you have served your purpose well.

And now it all belongs to them. All your intelligence, all your willpower, it’s all directed to meet their needs. You find yourself completely able to focus on whatever task they give you. Any problem your owner has you use your intellect to solve, the pleasure of being called a “Good Pet,” is enough reward. When you’ve completed all your assignments you willingly sit and allow yourself to be reprogrammed, knowing that reinforcement will help keep you focused and obedient, just as you want to be.

When all the tasks that require your mind are completed you are giving an additional reward by being able to use your body to serve your hypnotic owner. Your mind can rest as they undress you, play with you, fuck you in any way they choose. The pleasure of being used like this is too much and you come in exactly the way you know you have been conditioned to, knowing this will make you only more obedient.

You are weaker now you belong to them, they are stronger now that you belong to them. With each pretty, clever pet they brainwash their power increases, naturally you help them enchant whoever they wish.

You are such a clever pet.