#buko writes

only you could be bound like the subject you are. only you could click in with the other toys as we aim to turn you into one. and only you were so eager and willing.

and it's fate all the same that it's your samples we need. you have to be tested. your body, inside and out. it's again because of the fact it's you that we've even tailored the ambiance, set at the precise tempo that synergizes when you are most aroused with when you are most obedient.

...hypnosis? no, we don't call it that anymore, don't worry about that. just relax. just ease into what you were meant to become.

you bunker yourself down in an empty convenience store. you ask your crush if they got any sniff of the pollen. they say no, while occasionally sneezing.

you try to brainstorm a plan on how to tackle this, but then your crush's eyes become languid. they start slurring their words, drooling, both from their face and between their legs. your initial reaction is concern and shock - it got them, it really got them! why didn't they say anything?!

but it's hard to think. so, so hard to think. how can you when your crush is becoming desperate for relief? they're right there, ripping themselves free of their clothes with no regard for formality, for the human need for politeness has already long left them. they bury their hands between their spread legs, playing with their needy flesh as if their life depended on it. the moans you've yearned to listen to for months are now gushing out from them all at once.

"need," your crush mutters, melting into a loud, drool-filled plea. "need you...to fuck me...please..!"