Humans can be trained much easier than many would be willing to admit to. There are plenty of illegal research studies done on the subject and I'm one of the scientists. A 25-year-old man fresh out with his doctorate. I know young, I hear about it a lot but even younger to be trusted with such classified data. Let's move past that.
I never intended to use my work outside the lab but then I met her. I lusted after her like no one before, and I knew I had to have her. A gorgeous pale Asian beauty, straight out of the movie screen.
"This taste really good." Immediately I got to work, our brains match scents with tastes. So, I accidentally ruined her boxed lunch and offered her one of mine. She was turned off by the scent at first but even after the day, she seemed to forget it. It was a slow game; I couldn't trap her for a month and let her out once she was under my control. There would be too many questions and unlike the illegal studies, this isn't government-sanctioned.
I met her at lunch every day for a week always giving her a meal that only smelled of me. After the week she came to expect it, even asking about the lunch before I offered one. I began to over salt the lunches, but she never complained. By the second week seeing me at lunch left her expecting food. As she began to attach salty with tasting good. Next was to cook bad food that wasn't salty.
"This doesn't taste good." The food had been raw and unseasoned along with not smelling like me. So I apologized and grabbed the other box which was the control box. Immediately she was pleased with the taste reinforcing the idea of good food being salty. After a month or so, I brought in the initial box but without my scent and was normally seasoned.
"Doesn't taste right." 20 years of taste undone with a month of mental suggestion. I returned to her the manipulation box and knew it was time for the next steps. I began to lace her food with an aphrodisiac drug we created. It was enough to stimulate her but not enough for her to jump some guy at a bar. Most subjects would be on this step for a week, but circumstances were different here as I adjusted the time frame to two weeks. I wore a heavy musk myself to enforce the idea of the scent being important. It wouldn't kick in immediately after eating so I would stay and talk with her until I visibly noticed her anxiety. I began to lower her dosage, but the same effect was obviously still here. After two months the mix of my heavy musk and salty food caused her body to shudder in pleasure. The process was very similar to the salty food, mixing standard food with the manipulated versions. Connect the salt and musk with pleasure, while no musk but salty was good food.
I learned over the months of talking with her that she was a first-generation student with her family living in Korea. She was here for a single year for the study abroad that this college offered for theater and film. She talked about her hobbies of make-up, shopping, working out, the standard stuff. Now I was learning more, and it was getting tougher by day to not jump her in the cafeteria. She was still a virgin, having wanted to save herself for marriage. This was also suggested by her publicity firm as scandals would ruin her career.
Spring break started and at the same time we met up for lunch every day I got a call from her, "Hey are you coming?"
"It's spring break, I'm not on campus."
"Oh, I really enjoyed your food. I had gotten so much into this routine I totally didn't even think about it."
"How about you come over to my place then? I can cook you something here."
"I'm not too sure, will that be okay?"
"It's fine. I'm not the TA to any of your classes, no one will even know."
"Okay...what's you address?"
Everything was going according to plan. I opened the front door when I heard the doorbell ring the pungent smell of musk greeting her. She shuddered and her knees wobbled, I saw her pale cheeks flush a rosy red.
The next day she stopped by again, the same time every day for the entire week. Her body was entranced by the schedule, mindlessly bringing her to my house. When Spring Break ended she still came here instead of the café. I began to wain her off of the scent, but her body was already programmed to heat up entering.
"Will you go out with me?" I asked but I already knew her answer.
