Content warning: This chapter has a brainwashing scene that will try to give you a reinduction trigger and make you want to obey and be transformed. There is no awakener at the end.
Chapter 2 The Mind Technician
I woke up the next morning to the sound of bacon sizzling. A delicious meaty smell permeated the air. Mmmm yeah. I couldn't help but take a nice deep breath as I stretched my arms and looked around the unfamiliar room.
Across from the bed was a large open closet, taking up most of the wall. To my left was a dark wooden nightstand, then a computer desk and bingo!
My clothes were hanging haphazardly on the back of a rolly chair.
"Mmmm damn that's good," I thought, taking another nice deep breath of that delightful bacon aroma as I pulled on my panties and slid back into my black undershirt.
"
Smells good in here,
" I complemented, walking into the kitchen. Then I stopped and stared dumfounded.
Franky stood buck naked, frying two huge portions of bacon and eggs atop a large cast iron skillet. Their four cocks hung there so majestically, long and thick and semi erect. Those beautiful tentacle cocks all twitched and squirmed and turned as if to stare at me when I walked into the room.
"
Are you hungry for breakfast?
" Franky asked, turning and taking a step towards me.
I didn't see the crafty smile on their face because my eyes were focused down on a far more lustfully captivating site.
"
Yes,
" I answered, licking my lips like a hyperhorny fuckslut.
"
Then kneel down and suck like a good fucktoy,
" Franky demanded. "
If you do it just right I'll give you something tasty to swallow.
"
Unthinkingly, I let myself drop all the way down to my knees. Before I realized what I was doing, I was down on the ground with my hungry lips wrapped around a thick throbbing member. It slithered down my throat, and then a second one pushed between my lips and the other two wrapped tight around my neck.
Franky held me there in a chokehold, penetrating my throat with a pair of thrusting slithering cocks as the bacon sizzled to perfection up above. They casually dominated me like I was just a horny fucktoy, smiling all the while as if they were hiding some seductive secret.
I had no way of knowing that the pheromones in those monster cocks would make me crave this more and more each time. Franky on the other hand knew exactly what was happening to me.
All I knew was that something about the taste and the feel of those big dicks filling up my throat made me so blissed out and ready to please. That smooth thick squirming flesh filled me up so good. All that I could do was lick and moan and needily bob my head, up and down, as I knelt there helplessly taking it like an eager suckslut. Nothing mattered except the wonderful cocks sliding down my throat and nothing could pull me away.
Ding!
The toaster rang out and Franky let go of my neck. They slid out of my needy facefuck hole and turned towards the counter.
My throat felt empty inside as Franky flipped the finished food onto our plates.
"
Breakfast is ready,
" they announced, as I stared hungrily at their erections. "
Oh don't look so pouty. I'll give you a creamy treat later, if you earn it. For now we need a plan. We need to get you into the lab.
"
That's right! The lab. I needed to stop the genetic research before it was too late. There was just something about Franky's cocks that made all my worries and thoughts drift away into lustful desires. It made me feel hypnotized and mesmerized, and I couldn't seem to question why without dropping into that same desperately cockcraving headspace. Oh fuck I wanted it bad, but it was time to focus on my mission.
"
How can I become a lab technician?
" I asked, finally forming thoughts coherent enough to make a plan.
"
Get hand selected by Michael Pinolva,
" Franky answered rather bluntly. "
That's the only way I know. It'd be a lot easier to get in as a test subject.
"
"
Kinky,
" I replied. "
But don't think for a second that I'd let you transform me into one of the monsters I was sent here to stop.
"
"
Of course not,
" Franky reassured me. "
That's just to get you in the front door. Give you some time to look around. You see, new subjects spend a day in orientation before they receive any treatment.
"
"
Orientation huh?
" I inquired. "
Just what happens in this orientation?
"
"
Honestly,
" Franky shook their head. "
I haven't got a clue.
"
The doctor truly didn't know, but I would find out soon enough. Very soon in fact.
New subjects are taken through an intense security screening, where several armed guards perform a full cavity search. Then they are taken down to the basement, into what I can only describe as the brainwash room.
It looked innocent enough at first. A cozy little room, coated in soothing blue wallpaper, with big fluffy clouds all around. Completely empty except for a comfy red chair in the middle of the room and a wooden desk tucked into the back right corner.
A virtual reality headset sat in the center of the desk. It looked like a red speed cycle helmet, with a screen where the visor should be. Except the casing was thicker and seemed to house a wide array of wires and electronic components. A long coiled cord out the top connected the high tech headset to a black laptop computer.
Behind the desk sat a middle aged man, with pale blue eyes and greying black hair. He was typing slowly, then he stopped and stood up when I entered.
"
My name's Brent,
" He said with a crooked smile. Then he gestured towards the chair. "
Please have a seat.
"
I sat down on the surprisingly comfortable chair and he picked up the headset from the table.
"
This orientation,
