"My name is Eloise and it is too late for me," she said solemnly to her video camera, "I want to document the fact that the staff and faculty of Riley University is doing… something to the student body."
"My hair, only forteen days ago, was much darker, and was only half as long as it is today," she began as she twirled a finger in her hair absent-mindedly, "That’s, like, not normal, you know?"
"I was fifty pounds overweight two weeks ago," she continued, "And now, look at me. I spent a couple of long nights on the toilet feeling miserable, and now I look like this." Her hands began to run over her body, and she whimpered slightly.
"I think the last couple of days, though, my boobies have grown a little bit," she said, cupping her own breasts, "and I’m suddenly like really hungry. I think if I eat, it’ll all go to my titties." She started to giggle.
"And like, all the guys are now totally, yummy. Two weeks ago, all the guys in my classes were like, total nerds who couldn’t look me in the eye, and now they’ve got muscles on muscles and they can’t go ten minutes without pinching my ass," she giggled, and then bit her lip as she remembered what Jacob did to her last week after her Fluid Mechanics class.
"And worst of all, its getting like, super duper hard to think. Like, I forget why I made this video, and ohmigawd, that’s so embarrassing, cuz I only started it like, two minutes ago," she pouted. After thirty seconds of shallow thought, she smiled.
She spent a few seconds massaging her own boobies before she re-noticed the camera in front of her. “And that’s like, why I think all you smart girls should come to Riley University and be like me. I can’t like, remember any of my mechanical engineering classes, but its so much fun here!” she gushed.
"Did you write down all the details I asked for, Candi?"
"Uh-huh. I’ve got Karen’s, like, bank account details and the code for her safe and her email password and her work password and her sister’s address and-"
"That will do, Candi, thank you. Did Karen object to you telling me all this?"
"Like, totally. She was just screaming and whining and stuff the whole time, like she didn’t wanna do what she was told or something. It gave me, like, a major headache."
"Well, we can’t have that, can we? I think, now that we’ve got everything we need from her, it’s time for Karen to go away permanently. Doesn’t that sound nice?"
"Like, yeah! Stupid complainy bitch. Permanently means, like, forever, right?"
"It does indeed. Now, stare at the light for a moment Candi. Good girl, let go of your mind…"
"Let go of my mind… no, I… I… you bastard… I’ll…"
"Shush now, Karen. You just let go too… fade away forever… just like you’ve been told…"
"I… I… fade… forever…"
"There we go. Wake up, Candi."
"Uh… I… what? Like, did I fall asleep or something? Hey, what’s all this stuff on this paper thingy?"
"That’s called ‘writing’, my dear. You don’t need to worry about it anymore."
Lucy had been picked for the Annual Perfect Girl Question and Answers Extravaganza because of her personable manner and she, unlike some of the other girls, could still manage a fairly long and coherent sentence without trailing off into giggles before the end. This made her very popular as a mouthpiece (so to speak), on top of being very useful for these PR heavy events.
Turnout was around normal. Gaggles of awkward friends and the occasional spooked looking loner shuffling into the rented hall and sitting down for a presentation and then, of course, the Q&A. These events were always good for Perfect Girl, as it was pretty normal for a few of those asking question to stay behind and start asking more, which typically led towards the wonderful question of ‘where do I sign up?’.
Lucy had done this before, and so far nothing had come up that she couldn’t handle. Yes, she used to look different. Yes, her old life was long gone now. Yes, you too could enjoy life as a perfect girl and so on and so forth. Boilerplate stuff, but she answered with her characteristic cheerfulness, because anything else was unthinkable.
One of the girls in the front row - a rather confused looking blonde in a black t-shirt - raised her hand and Lucy pointed to her.
"What did it, uh, feel like having your memories…taken away?" The girl was unsure, voice shaking slightly. Probably on account of speaking in front of so many people. Lucy couldn’t really blame her, poor thing. She just smiled as comfortingly as she could before she answered.
"Well, obviously I can’t really remember," she said, beaming and to general, scattered laughter "but I can tell you that it’s nothing to worry about. Everything that goes away gets replaced, so it’s not like you can’t remember stuff, it’s just that you’re remembering, you know, new stuff. It’s fun!" She said. The girl didn’t look wholly convinced.
"Would you like to try a bit?" Lucy asked. The girl blanched, aware of every eye on the hall now resting on her.
"W-what?" The girl’s voice was quiet now. Lucy, still smiling, took a step to the side and pointed to one of several devices strewn across the table behind her. All were Perfect Girl products of one type or other, but this one in particular seemed rather more ominous.
"Come up and you can have a little free sample; see what it feels like for yourself. Go on, it’s fun!" Lucy said, picking the thing up. It looked like a particularly sci-fi tiara, trailing wires to a small box festooned with buttons. The girl wavered but, ushered on by her friends around her, stood up and scurried up to the front.
"That’s the spirit! Now just relax, you’re in good hands," Lucy said, putting the device onto the girl’s head and fiddling with various settings as the girl stood, hands clasped in front of her.
"Tell me, have you ever had a boy in your mouth?" Lucy asked, breezily. The girl blushed with almost tangible force.
"No," she said, voice barely above a whisper. Lucy tutted.
"Well, we can fix that for you! Just relax. You’ll remember it very clearly soon…"
Lucy, in her position as spokeswoman for these sorts of of events, was cleared for this sort of low-level work and so her handlers felt no need to step in as she started messing around with the control pad. The blonde girl gasped as the strangest tickling sensation spread out across her scalp. Her eyes dilated, and her nipples hardened beneath her shirt. Not that she noticed that. She was too entranced by the memories bubbling up inside her head.
"Is it coming back to you now?" Lucy asked, grinning. She was doing her best to make sure the girl’s new memory would be a hot one. If the blonde’s rapidly increasing panting was anything to go by, it was working.
"Yes…yes…I can - uh - re-remember it now…he was - I don’t know who he was - but he was in my mouth. Big, big, oh God, how did I forget? He was so big," the girl gasped, sinking helplessly to her knees, Lucy following her with the control pad. The crowd in the hall watched with rapt attention.
"See? You just forgot about it, that’s all. Silly billy!" Lucy giggled. The memory was sinking in perfectly, no rejection at all. She couldn’t have hoped for a better subject. At this point the girl had started pawing at herself, which was the reason most subjects were normally strapped down during this particular procedure. Still, no harm done.
"I remember now, I remember now, oh God, oh God, he…he…"
"He came down your little throat, didn’t he? Bad boy that he was!" Lucy trilled, tapping away at the controls.
"Yes - oh fuck - he grabbed my hair and…I felt so full…so good…couldn’t help myself…oh God, I need it, I want it again, please, please…" the girl tailed off into tiny, gasping little pants as she slumped back onto her haunches. The memory was done and had slotted into her head perfectly. The idea that it had been put there didn’t even occur to her; clearly she had just forgotten it. Somehow. Lucy grinned.
"Any other questions?" She asked to be greeted with a forest of hands. She picked at random.
"Can I have a go?"
When Felicia decided she wanted to get back in the dating pool, she knew just what she wanted: someone not like her ex; Someone who would treat her with respect; Someone who would fulfill all her needs; Someone who would treat her like a goddess.
And she said so in her on-line dating profile.
She thought Rex was just the man. He was so solicitous, so attentive, so patient. They did whatever she wanted to on their dates and he agreed with her on everything. So when he asked to take her some place of his choosing, keeping it a surprise, she agreed. It seemed the least she should do.
She had been a little upset when she found out he had taken her to BimboTech Incorporated. Looking back on it, she really couldn’t figure out why. After all, they had given her nice titties at BimboTech. Everyone knew that if a woman wanted respect, nice titties were essential!
And she’d never had her needs fulfilled before going to BimboTech because she didn’t even really realize how much she needed dick. Now that she knew, that had changed. And her titties certainly helped her get the dick she needed.
But best if all, Dr. Corbin at BimboTech had helped her understand that she wanted to be treated like a goddess because she WAS a goddess. She was the incarnation of Fellatia, Goddess of Blow Jobs. And with Rex as her high priest, she gained new followers every day!
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Karla had figured it out today during lunch. Not all the details, but enough to realize what was happening to her. It wasn’t her idea to go without panties, or to show this much cleavage in class. It wasn’t her idea to spend her afternoon masturbating to “Lexi Belle Blowjob-Cumshot compilation.mp4” on repeat instead of working on her Russian Lit essay.
Someone was doing this to her. They were trying to make her the horny slut she was rapidly developing into. It was hard to think of how, hard to think of anything besides how better to get off, but there were fleeting moments where enough neurons were her own. It had to be something while she slept. She was horny all day, but she was at her wettest and dumbest when she woke up.
So she vowed to stay awake tonight. A couple energy drinks helped, and she resisted the urge to masturbate. The constant throbbing need helped keep her up.
Finally, around three A.M, the door to her suite slowly creaked open. She recognized the guy as someone on her floor. She thought his name was Will? A vague recollection of a floor get-together told her that he was a Neuroscience major. He was holding a pair of headphones and a mp3 player.
"Hello," Karla purred. Will jumped. He gulped and almost started to stammer out something. Karla just smirked and started to take off her top. She realized what was happening to her; that didn’t mean that she wanted it to stop.
"Oh god, no. What have they done to me?" she thought, examining herself in the mirror. She felt her almost unnatural hair, prodded at her lips which she could no longer close. She tried to wipe away the makeup to no avail.
She looked like a doll. They made her into a fucking doll!
Silently, she screamed.