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“Are you in trance, toy? How can you be sure?” Your hypnotist smiled at the look of confusion that crossed over your face. “I mean, you check, don’t you?”

They leant down, examining you. “You check in with yourself – see if anything is different. But that can take so many forms. Do you check your body? Are your muscles more relaxed? Do you check your mind? Does it feel hazy? Foggy?” They looked into your eyes.

“Do you check your eyelids? Are they feeling heavy? Droopy? Drowsy?” They smiled as you blinked up at them. “You should check in a moment. I’m sure when you do, you’ll feel one of these. Your body, your mind, or your eyelids. Maybe you’ll feel more than one of them.”

You were hanging on their every word at this point. “Go on, check.” You did. Your body was relaxing, even as you considered it. Your mind was starting to feel a little fuzzy. And then your eyelids. They had been blinking, but now you felt a slight strain to keep them open.

“Good job, toy. Thank you for checking for me. I want you to keep checking in on your body and mind, and each time you do, you might feel those feelings growing. Relaxedness, sluggishness. It’s okay. You can just sink each and every time you check in on your body.”

* * *

You try to sheepishly shrug, but find the restraints too tight. "I wasn't originally, but I opted-in."

"Oh? That's unsual. Why?"

"Early retirement."

He barks out a laugh. "I have a hard time believing that. You understand that this process will permanently erode your current intelligence, yes? You will be rewritten to be entirely dedicated to your... craft, even after you're no longer capable of meeting demand."

"I know," you reply on a sigh, and wince slightly as the admin inserts the IV. "Look, I'm just not all that interested in a fast-paced career is all. I'm done with the stress of it. I feel that whatever loss I bring by choosing to be a breeder will be made up for later down the line. Maybe my kids will cure cancer, I don't know."

He graces you with a wry smile. "I think you'll find your environment to be very fast-paced," he says, adjusting the legs of your chair; spreading you apart. "This will be cold," he states, and you feel his gloved hand smear lubricant on your exposed genitals. You shiver under his ministrations, and eventually feel something solid rest at your entrance.

"Y-Yes, well," you stammer, "different sort of work."

"True," he conceeds. For a moment, his eyes wander down the length of you. "I'm sure you will be popular. You are quite attractive." He turns to his monitor and hums. "Well, I think that's that."

You gulp. "So... what next?"

"Next? Don't you worry about next," he says, patting your tummy. "Just relax. You're not going to be awake for much longer, so no need for any more thoughts or questions. You won't care to ask once I'm done with you."

"No," you murmer, eyes fluttering over to the IV as it drip, drip, drips. "'Suppose not."

"For what it's worth, you're probably the most well-behaved of our preprocessed breeders," the administrator remarks. "Even the volunteers tend to start to panic by now. I appreciate your cooperation."

"Mmm. Thanks." You smile dreamily. "I've wanted this—" you yawn "—for a while."

"To be a stupid little fuckdoll, hm? Very ambitious," he teases. "Maybe I'll take a turn with you myself while we're processing you. Get you used to a real cock. How about that?"

You laugh softly, and your eyes drift close. You think fleetingly that you had better come up with a retort, but all that escapes you is a soft sigh. Your entire body tingles; sleep rapidly approaching.

"I'll take that as a yes. You'll be too dumb to care either way, won't you? All you'll want is to feel full."

The administrator was saying something, but it felt too far away. You just nod.