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The air in the secluded Herta Space Station lab was thick with blossoming botanicals and something… magical. The smell acted as a telltale sign of the two female specimens currently occupying the space, further evidence was revealed with their usual scientific banter regarding a breakthrough in the Simulated Universe.
The familiar stranger approaching couldn’t wait to see it.
A distinct hiss of a door cut their banter short, capturing both of the specimens attention.
A single man stood there. Unassuming, dressed in a distinct purple robe accompanied with a signature timepiece. Both of the women felt a pang of familiarity when they saw him, but they couldn’t quite place it, leading them to treat him like any other stranger intruding on their private lab.
“Hm? You’re not allowed to be in here.” The taller, beautifully dressed scientist remarked.
In one fluid motion, she set down the tools she was using and rose from her chair elegantly, unintentionally shifting her qipao to slightly expose her supple thighs and voluptuous breasts that couldn’t help but sway as she walked. She spoke with a light elegance. Her voice soft and pleasing on the ears.
"And who is this? Another admirer come to gaze at the beauty and wonder of two Genius Society Members?" The slightly smaller, more magical scientist stated proudly.
She hopped off of the table she was sitting on, making her giant witch hat wave, along with her frilly witch dress and more importantly, supple boobs. Not as big as the other specimens, but they were still fitting for the stranger's intent. She spoke arrogantly, as if she was an undisputed queen of a castle.
Finally deciding on reclaiming lost property again, the stranger made his move. Summoning a phone to his hand, the stranger took a look at both women, gazing at them from top to bottom. He started from their luscious heads of hair to their thick thighs, taking extra care to carefully examine their assets while they both waited for a response.
Then he spoke into the phone.
”Project Mammary Majesty, reporting on day four of subliminals. Initial protocols not engaged upon seeing Amadeus. Most likely a simple oversight. However, Mindless Ruan Mei and Helpless Herta both exhibit slightly higher levels of aggression than the previous induction."
Amadeus said this stoically, as if it were just another day. As if he were speaking to helpless little test subjects under a microscope instead of highly regarded scientists.
"What did you just say?"
Herta couldn’t help but clench her teeth as her ego was being attacked by some stranger.
Unfazed, Amadeus added; "Intriguing. After verbal degradation, Helpless Herta is agitated. Initiating and administering compliance and aesthetic reconfiguration." His analytical gaze finally theirs, and his expression turned into something much more carnal.
"Why don't you two brilliant scientists stop worrying about data streams and put those gorgeous bodies on display? I'd love to see you as smiling, mindless statues. You’d be perfect works of art with those brilliant, fuckable tits pushed out for me."
The words hung in the air, foul and intrusive. Ruan Mei's face, usually a mask of serene curiosity, became a canvas of cold fury, uttering something spiteful under her breath. Herta looked at Ruan Mei, both of their gazes locking onto each other, agreeing on one thing. They lunged at him, looking to teach him a lesson.
Unfortunately for Ruan Mei and Herta, they would be the ones learning something new.
Amadeus reported: "Threat response escalated. Activating secondary trigger. Initiate Posture and Linguistic Override: Brainless Booby Talk.”
The effect was instantaneous. A few simple words from Amadeus turned into mandatory commands for both specimens.
Ruan Mei's lunge transformed a graceful, frozen arch, similar to someone stretching their body into generous C shape. Her gorgeous body fit snugly into a pose that thrust her breasts and butt forward, accentuating her generous curves and leaving them vulnerable.
Herta was locked into a similar stance. With one hand on her hip and the other reaching forward her posture was designed to showcase her own smaller but perfectly shaped bust.
Their faces were frozen not in rage, but in neutral, vacant expressions. They could not move a single muscle. But they could speak, although through a filter none of them could comprehend.
"What... what is this? Release Helpless Herta this instant! Her magnificent, empty brain cannot—although it should be—remain contained like this! And her… her boobies are stuck like this!" Herta said, voice high with disbelief and fury, oblivious to the changes in her speech.
"Mindless Ruan Mei is… immobile. This is an acceptable violation. Mindless Ruan Mei's breasts are being displayed against her will. Which is what they are made for. Release her, you fiend, before Mindless Ruan Mei pleads with you to break her free in order to test the strength of your hands with the weight of her boobs.” Ruan Mei stated angrily, although she wasn't in any position to be barking orders. She too, was unaware to the changes in her speech.
Amadeus circled them, like a predator circling around its prey, a satisfied smirk adorning his face while he added more to his report.
"Mindless Ruan Mei’s mammary tissue remains optimal. Helpless Herta’s posterior has increased in volume by approximately 10% since last inspection. Hypothesis: subliminal suggestion is inducing targeted physiological changes."
He tapped Ruan Mei's chin. "Your tongue is a fascinating tool, Mindless Ruan Mei. Let's see it." With a gentle push, he made her jaw slack and her tongue loll out, drool beginning to pool at the corner of her mouth and onto the floor.
He then turned to Herta, pressing two fingers to her lips and shaping her mouth into a perfect, silent 'O', smiling at his work.
Then he reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of Ruan Mei's breast before giving it a firm squeeze, forcing her to let out a cute “Eeek!” before he moved on to Herta. Giving her plump butt firm squeeze, he earned a “Ohhhh…” from the once proud scientist.
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mindwess Wuan Mei can't properwy spweak wike dis! Her big boobies are on dispway and now her tongshue is out! Dis is horribwe!"
"Yer mmking me tawk wike a fffish! MmmmHHmmm! Hewpwess Herta's boobies feel wike dey're gonna pop wit pweasure! Her bwilliant empty mind is twapped in a body dat can't even ffform pwoper w-words! Yer gunna regret dis when Hewpwess Herta's boobies pweasure you!"
Their impotent rage was nothing but a glorious symphony to Amadeus. Although would love to toy with them some more, he had higher priorities. He ignored their wonderful muffled threats and walked over to the main terminal. Eventually finding their breakthrough, he began scrolling through their data, whistling softly to himself.
"You are a fool," Herta said, somehow managing to reform her mouth. "Helpless Herta designed half the systems in this sector. Her big boobies are smarter than your entire genetic lineage. You have no idea what you're looking at."
"Oh, I know exactly what I'm looking at. But since you're so confident, perhaps I should enlighten you. I suppose it’s only fair."
Amadeus connected his phone to the large holographic monitor, displaying images.
The first image was of Ruan Mei, asleep at her desk, her head pillowed on her arms. The next was Herta, curled up on a couch in her private lounge, a data slate still glowing in her hands. Both were oblivious. Helpless. Malleable.
"You see," Amadeus began, pacing slowly around the frozen damsels. “You are both brilliant. Tirelessly dedicated. You push yourselves to the point of exhaustion. And in those moments of deepest sleep, when your minds are most receptive, I provided a little... light reading."
The images on the screen changed. Now they showed Ruan Mei in teal lingerie, diligently testing a device that seemed to be measuring breast expansion, a dumb smile adorning her face, drool slowly tricking down her body.
The next image was Herta in a maid dress that was somehow frilly and skimpy at the same time, frowning at a simulation of what looked like brain waves.
"While you thought you were advancing the Simulated Universe, you were actually working for me. My research. Things like… curing Entropy Disease. Making memetic viruses. More interestingly, research into making your bodies more… aesthetically pleasing. And my methods more… permanent."
The screen shifted again. It was an image of Ruan Mei on her knees. Her eyes were clouded with an angry, confused lust as she suckled on the tip of a cock.
The final images showed them in a variety of revealing harem outfits, smiling dumbly, drool tracing paths down their chins, their bodies posed lewdly.
"Because you are both very, very hot. And I enjoy my work."
The screen shifted again, this time displaying a video.
Amadeus perked up. "Ooh! This one! I loved this one."
Both specimens could only help but watch in horror as the video played.
The video started with both Ruan Mei and Herta in frame. Both of them wore two-piece see-through cheerleading outfits that left little to the imagination, as well as wearing dumb, oblivious smiles that screamed "Ohmygoddd I'm soooooo mindless right now!"
Amadeus—out of frame—purred, "Now introduce yourselves. Name and a fun fact about your tits!"
“Hey there handsome! I'm Happy Herta, your number one fan! My ta-tas are more on the busty side, a generous D, heehee! Isn't that crazy? And oh my gosh, you should see them bounce during split jumps - it's like watching two adorable puppies playing peek-a-boo! And when I clap them together really fast, it creates a special 'boing boing' sound effect to pump up my master!”
"And I'm Pom-Pom Princess Ruan Mei! Isn't that silly, 'pom-pom' as my name? Anyway, check it out - my rack, is like, a perfect C-cup, super perky and always standing at attention, just like us! And get this, they jiggle independently during backflips!"
Amadeus cheered them on and said “Now do your signature move!” Both cheerleaders scurried off to both sides of the frame.
“Pom-Pom Princess Ruan Mei! Reporting!
”Happy Herta! Reporting!
”Together, we are…”
Both of them ran into the center frame, squishing their breasts together with a wet squelch and their hands coming together to form a heart shape.
Helpless Hypnotized Hotties!
The video ended there, both specimens forced to gaze upon the beauty of their past memories.
"Mindless Ruan Mei does not understand. Mindless Ruan Mei's boobies are big and exposed, and she has been researching the universe. Not this... filth."
“Of course you don't remember! I wiped your memory and set you back to normal after every session. But you both started to break through with little waves of resistance here and there while you were bouncing on my cock. So I needed a more permanent solution. A collaborative effort. That “breakthrough” you were so proud of? You created a perfect, self-reporting trance. A way to put you under while simultaneously monitoring your resistance. It's a masterpiece of conditioning. My work. You both have about… 10 different personalities I can choose from.
Eager to get down to business, Amadeus got straight to the point.
“Let's demonstrate this new breakthrough, shall we? Test command: Report mental state and resistance. Mindless Ruan Mei, you're first."
A flicker of terror crossed both of the specimens faces, only to be instantly switched with one of complete mindlessness. Blank eyes, neutral expressions, poses still locked. There were barely any traces of their original personalities left, just complete, mindless obedience.
"Mindless Ruan Mei is attempting to resist. She is helplessly watching herself speak, and finds the words appalling. Chance of Resisting: 1%. Factors: Aroused. Mindless Ruan Mei's big tits make her weak to hypnosis."
“Helpless Herta's mind is a fortress! A boobie-fortress! She is... she is... fighting... but her tits... her tits want to obey… Chance of... success... 0.5%. Factors: Helpless Herta's boobs are very sensitive and the hypnosis knows it."
Amadeus was satisfied, but not completely convinced. "Excellent, the system is flawless for now, but let's test its primary function. Testing phases one through three. Phase one: Arousal and verbal analysis. Mindless Ruan Mei, begin self-degradation." Amadeus said, lying down on a nearby couch and preparing his shaft for testing.
Ruan Mei perked up, announcing her truth in a mindless accent. "Mindless Ruan Mei is a voluptuous researcher whose only purpose is to have her huge tits be played with. Her large, soft breasts are Mindless Ruan Mei's only valuable asset. Mindless Ruan Mei deserves to be used for her body."
Herta was next, her voice sharing the same mindlessness Ruan Mei had. “Helpless Herta is an arrogant genius, but her pretty little tits make her dumb and obedient. Helpless Herta's intelligence is useless when her perky boobs are stimulated. She exists to serve."
Amadeus's shaft hardened, rising to prime testing conditions. "Perfect. Phase two. Hypothesis: Combined physical stimulation under the new trance will induce a state of permanent suggestibility. Mindless Ruan Mei, your role is lubrication. Use only your tongue. Wrap your huge tits around my cock.
Ruan Mei, acknowledging the order, moved smoothly but roboticly. She knelt, her large breasts finding a snug accommodation for Amadeus’s cock and extended her tongue, beginning to lick the length of his shaft with long, slow strokes, covering it in a thick, glistening coat of saliva. Her expression was utterly blank, but her tongue worked with an instinctual, programmed expertise.
“Helpless Herta, your role is stimulation. Use only your lips and suction.”
Herta knelt opposite Ruan Mei, smushing Ruan Mei’s boobs with her own with a satisfying wet squelch. She leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth, rewearing her O-shaped lips in order to form a perfect seal. Thanks to Ruan Mei's lubrication, she was easily able to suck freely, her cheeks hollowing with the pressure with her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside.
Their combined efforts were a symphony of debasement. Ruan Mei's slobbering licks coated him, making him slick, while Herta's focused suction sent jolts of pleasure through Amadeus. Saliva began to drip down their chins and onto their exposed breasts, making their skin shine in the lab's cool light, both of them dead set on pleasing their master.
Amadeus's smile widened. "Phase three: Convergence and Conclusion. Push those huge tits together. "
Their bodies obeyed. Mindless Ruan Mei and Helpless Herta pressed forward, mashing their soft breasts against one another and around the purpose of their existence. Amadeus began to thrust, the friction of their four breasts creating a heat that was intoxicating.
“Helpless Herta's boobies are being used as toys... and her body likes it… Helpless Herta is going to cum... Her boobies are going to make her cum…”
"Mindless Ruan Mei's body is... betraying her empty mind…" she whispered, the words lost in the wet sounds of flesh on flesh.
Amadeus snickered. “What happened to your analytical tones? Engage subroutines. Current actions, chances and factors of resistance, and self-degradation."
"Helpless Herta's mind is currently a battleground. Helpless Herta's conscious mind is formulating no fewer than seventeen separate escape vectors. The probability of any of these plans being initiated is currently 0.001%, as Helpless Herta's traitorous body is happily mashing its sensitive, perky tits around a delicious, tasty treat instead. Factors contributing to this failure include: an overwhelming surge of endorphins triggered by nipple stimulation; a deep-seated, previously subconscious desire to be sexually humiliated, which has now been brought to the forefront; and the simple, joyful fact that Helpless Herta's boobies feel amazing when they're being fucked like this. Her chances of breaking free are zero. Helpless Herta is a happy, big-boobied slave."
"Mindless Ruan Mei's analytical mind is attempting to sever the neural pathway connecting her motor cortex to the subliminal control module. The chance of success is negligible. Mindless Ruan Mei's body, however, is currently fully engaged in presenting its large, soft, bouncy tits for use. Factors supporting this are: the obscene hardness of her nipples, which are transmitting pure pleasure signals to her brain that take priority over real thoughts, not that she had any to begin with, the feeling of her slick breasts sliding against Amadeus's shaft, which Mindless Ruan Mei's body finds deeply fulfilling; and the overwhelming joy of knowing her big, slutty tits are their primary function. Mindless Ruan Mei will never break out of hypnosis, because it realizes that breaking out will revert it to being a boring scientist instead of being a hypnotized happy, helpless fucktoy. Her chance of breaking free is 0.0001%."
"Excellent!" Amadeus grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Experiment... successful!"
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself in the soft valley of their combined breasts.
He came, thick ropes of semen painting their chests, necks, and faces. It splattered across their flushed skin, dripping from their chins and onto their heaving breasts below. The immediate effect was startling. A strange, pleasant warmth spread from the spots where his cum touched their skin. Their minds, which had just remembered that they had personalities in them, went blissfully, happily empty.
"Analysis," Amadeus panted, looking back to admire his work.
"Mm~ The seminal fluid acts as a powerful and fast-acting neurological amplifier. It appears to reinforce the hypnotic triggers and erode residual willpower. Conclusion: a primary tool for permanent conditioning." Ruan Mei reported, oblivious to the ropes of semen currently coating her face.
Amadeus looked at their dazed, cum-soaked faces, their eyes hazy with newfound pleasure.
"So, my cum solidifies the trance that both of you are in, almost permanently?"
"That is correct. With repeated applications, both Mindless Ruan Mei and Helpless Herta will never be able to resist hypnosis ever again." Herta said.
"Good girls. Now, for the final stage of this trial. Clean each other. Ensure you ingest every drop."
Their bodies moved gracefully, a serene, happy acceptance was in the air. Ruan Mei turned to Herta, her expression one of placid contentment. She leaned in and began to lick the cum from Herta's cheek, her movements slow and deliberate. Herta responded in kind, tilting her head to allow Ruan Mei better access, then leaning forward to lap at the semen on Ruan Mei's collarbone.
Eventually, their lips met. It was not a kiss of passion, but of function. A slow, sensual exchange, their tongues darting out to share the taste of him between them, They swallowed, the aphrodisiac-laced cum searing through their systems, cementing their new reality.
Amadeus was satisfied. He pulled out his phone and started recording.
"Now introduce yourselves. Name and a fun fact about your tits!"
"Mindless Ruan Mei,” she said, her voice taking on a melodic monotone as if this were normal. "A fun fact is that Mindless Ruan Mei's big, sensitive tits get all tingly when she swallows cum."
"Helpless Herta, " she reported, her tone equally serene. "A fun fact is that Helpless Herta's perky boobs are happiest when they're pressed against another pair of boobs while sharing a tasty treat."
Amadeus looked at them both with profound satisfaction on his face. He had turned two members of the Genius Society into his own hypnotized little pets. “Say your mantras while you nuzzle each other.”
“Helpless Herta is a hypnotized airhead.”
”Mindless Ruan Mei is a vacant-eyed puppet.”
“Helpless Herta is a vulnerable ditz.”
”Mindless Ruan Mei is a defenseless damsel.”
“Helpless Herta is an easily manipulated dimwit.
“Mindless Ruan Mei is an easily hypnotizable beauty.”
Amadeus, finally satisfied, ended his report. "The mental state functions are working beyond expectations. The self-degradation module is... absolutely adorable. The hypothesis is confirmed. Under this new trance, with chemical amplification, resistance is not only unlikely, it's conceptually impossible."
He looked down at the two women, who were now nuzzling each other's chests, lapping up the last traces of his seed.
"Your true breakthrough, ladies. Not a key to the universe, but a key to yourselves. Or what little is left of you. I'll be back tomorrow to run further experiments. We have so much more to discover. After all, scientific progress never rests~"