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Emily’s submission to Sarah deepened faster than I could have hoped.

In the days following their first “play date”, the once-professional HR manager became shamelessly addicted to my pet. She started getting complaints requiring her to visit Sarah and “clear things up”. In reality Emily was making up reasons to visit Sarah in her office. I watched through the hidden cameras as Emily would immediately lock the door behind her then rush to Sarah and get on her knees with her tongue out ready to be used. Sarah would then hike up her tight skirt and grind Emily’s face into her soaked pussy. Sarah would keep this up until Emily’s face was completely glazed over with Sarah’s juices. Once Sarah lets go of Emily’s head, Emily would whimper “Thank you” in her exhausted state “ I live to please you”

Sarah had her wearing a discreet vibrating plug during the workday, buzzing softly whenever Sarah texted her. One afternoon I caught Emily in the supply closet, bent over a shelf with her slacks around her ankles while Sarah ruthlessly fucked her with a thick strap-on, one hand clamped over Emily’s mouth to muffle the desperate, broken moans.

Sarah loved every second of it and every night she came home to me, dripping wet from dominating her new toy, only to drop to her knees and remind me that she was still my perfect cum slut first.

Soon enough we started having Emily visit us. Emily would crawl naked across our house, collared and leashed, begging to lick her Mistress clean even after Sarah had just ridden my cock.

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When Emily wasn't Sarah's pet she was eagerly keeping track of the 4th floor remodeling. When the remodeling was nearly complete, Emily was buzzing with excitement and visited my desk one afternoon. She wanted to share the great news and talk about what she has to do next. She was wearing a tight blouse that hugged her perky tits, her chestnut waves loose and shiny.

“Scott, everything’s almost ready!” she said, practically vibrating as she leaned over my desk. “The big conference room is being converted into the main yoga studio, and the expanded women’s facilities will have group showers just like we discussed. I’ve already got three groups forming, morning, lunch, and after-work. I’m going to run all of them myself.”

She launched into her full plan, cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. “I’ll need yoga mats, blocks, straps, bolsters, the boob teas, incense” I quickly cut her off

“ Wait, what was that last part?” Emily's face starts to turn red as she nervously replies

“ incense, you know to help them relax” I give her a face she knows I wasn't talking about.

“ no, the boob teas? I need this explained” so it turns out all her worshiping of Sarah has made Emily envy her big natural breasts and so want to try to naturally grow bigger breasts. She learns only there are teas that could do this but instead of burning money to buy them all and drink them all she would buy a different tea for each group so it's on the company dollar and she can see if the tea works on the girls in each group.

I shake my head thinking this was crazy but if it works that'll be amazing and it doesn't change anything so it can't hurt. After that Emily then starts to talk to me about what kind of background music she wants for the yoga room.

“I want something immersive. Soft music mixed with nature sounds that help the women really visualize themselves in one of those peaceful green pastures… you know, the kind cows graze on. Wide open fields, gentle breeze, that deep sense of calm and openness. It’ll help them let go completely during the relaxation portion.”

I agreed as her phone went off and she had to walk away. I shook my head thinking “growing boobs, and cow grazing music? She must have been freaky before all this” Then a thought hit me.

Growing boobs and cows that's a hucow.

My original plan was to slowly turn the yoga groups into obedient sluts like Sarah but now that seems lazy and a waste of potential.

Why settle for ordinary pets when I could build a hucow herd?

Women with massive, heavy, leaking breasts. Cow-print outfits. Little bells. Soft, docile minds. The occasional involuntary “moo” as they are milked for me. I could sell premium hucow milk for a fortune while using the girls in the herd as play things for me and even Sarah.

Once I got home I started doing researching.

I spent hours deep in obscure forums, scientific papers on galactagogues, and underground biohacking sites. Fenugreek, blessed thistle, fennel, domperidone… I took careful notes on what actually worked and what could be enhanced. By the end, I had a preliminary idea sketched out for my special tea. My mixing key things together that were not only potent but would synergize perfectly together. Then as an extra measure I would add suggestions of their breasts swelling and feeling with milk. The placebo effect proves mind can affect you all on its own, let's see what happens when I give it something to work with.

I already knew how I’d get Emily to serve it, I told her to trust me and that I made her the perfect boob tea as she called it. Furthermore to properly test it and prove it works we need a test group that doesn't know they are drinking it. All three yoga groups should have enough people. You just have to make sure they drink it and not know about how it should affect them.

Thanks to Emily’s complete trust in me, she agreed and soon the yoga classes started. Can wait to see if this works out and I become rich.

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This was a problem. As I came down from the rage at being accused of so many awful things, my actual logic began to work it’s magic. And with logic came regret and guilt. So far I had only been focused on my own pleasure. Using it however I wanted. But now I had to think of the other side of all this—how this looked to those who weren’t me. How it looked to those who didn’t think my cock entering hot, eager, controlled pussy was the sexiest, most perfect thing on the planet.

What was wrong with those people, right?

Ha.

When Audrey called me out on messing with Mallory, messing with Lori…I knew she was right. And when I felt the impulse to run her down and shove my cum down her throat, to show her what I could do to her…that was an enormous problem.

This absolute power was corrupting me absolutely. Obviously, I enjoyed it. That’s part of the whole corruption process. But I could see that if I kept going down this road, it wouldn’t be long before things got completely out of hand. And with what I was doing to Mallory, to Lori, there was no way for me to justify any of it should someone start putting the pieces together. And maybe Audrey had already started doing that.

That night, I told Lori to stay at home and cum to the thought of me and Mallory several times. At least four. She had nodded obediently. I could see a flash of doubt—not knowing why that sounded like such a terrific idea, not knowing why it felt so completely normal to do such a thing for me—and then I saw her face glass over as the doubt was replaced with sexual heat.

“Yes, Sir. Anything you say.”

And then she walked, sort of dazed, back to her bike and on her way home.

Probably you haven’t had to think about this before, but it’s really, really difficult to stop being aroused at being in control and then make yourself even more in control when the only way you can think of to control the control is by being even more in control.

I promise that makes sense.

Anyway.

I knew it was wrong to order Lori around like that when I had plans to somehow fix Mallory’s thoughts. But, I had to do things one at a time.

The Ice Festival’s first day had been a good day for the bookstore. There was no telling, though, if it would solve all our problems. Dawn ran the numbers that night, and she’d let me know how we did the next morning. Tonight, it was all up in the air, but even with as long as I planned to have a triumphant success after the Festival was over, my only thoughts were on Audrey, Mallory, Lori, and how to unfuck the situation I was in as best as possible.

At my apartment, Mallory was already there, in her apron and heels again, making dinner. Fuck, she was so sexy. Her ass was a polished, round surface, waiting for my hands and my hands alone. All I wanted to do was take her from behind and slam her against the counter, fucking her rotten while she made my dinner. And afterward, when she was full of my lifegiving cum, make her swear in trance to always, always beg to be fucked as brutally as that when I got home.

But I had to roll this back somehow. I had to…I don’t know. I had to get her to stop thinking of me as her boyfriend. Her Master. Audrey was right—I was fucking with her mind, and there was no way around that.

I didn’t want to be completely out of her life, though. I still, in my own way, absolutely cared for Mallory. Maybe I even loved her. And the past week of having her as my devoted, cocksucking, adoring, heartaching girlfriend was almost more than I could bear to lose.

But only almost. I had to do the right thing.

“Mallory, I need you to do something for me.”

“Of course, babe.” She down the vegetables she had gathered to chop. “What is it?”

She waited, her hands wrapped in front of her patiently. This was how a good girl hears to obey, she had told me.

God, she was so happy doing this. Was it truly wrong? I know I had made her happiness…but where did it matter where the happiness came from so long as it was there?

No, that was the corruption. Get rid of this. Do something. Think of something.

“I…uh,” my face squirmed.

“What’s wrong, love? You look upset. Did something happen?” Her hands shifted to her hips. “Was it talking with Audrey? She must have fucked with your head, huh? Do you want me to suck you off so you can relax?” Her voice became a hot, conspiratorial whisper. “I know my Master wants to fuck her so very badly. We could make it happen, I bet. Anytime you wanted. I could get her drunk or something. Put thoughts in her ear.”

Fuck. The image of Mallory pouring drinks down Audrey’s throat, making her ever more malleable to my will was something else. In fact, I didn’t even need to order her to use alcohol. All it would take was one drink laced with my cum. And all that would take would be for Mallory to be my willing, complicit partner in all my activities. To have her urge me on as I took over more and more fertile, hot bodies. She would know exactly what she was helping me do. She would know exactly what I had done to her. And she would think it was hot.

“You like that, don’t you?” Her soft hand wrapped around my cock through my pants. “Such a bad boy. It’s too bad you’re only stuck alone here with me tonight. What if, in the meantime, I just suck you off while you think about her. How about that?”

And suddenly, there was nothing—literally nothing—I wanted more than to have Mallory suck me off while I called out Audrey’s name. And I know that Mallory would open encourage that. But I couldn’t do it.

Or, obviously I could do it. I was already getting hard just from being around Mallory’s beautiful, willing body, and doubly so because of her achingly hot words. But I had to be strong. Moral. I had to do something right by her.

“Just m-make dinner, okay?” I struggled to say it. I didn’t want to tell her no.

Her face twisted. “Did I do something wrong? I’m so sorry, Master. I thought…I thought you would want—”

“No, it’s fine. Everything’s perfectly fine. You’ve been a perfect slave, all right?”

Currents of relief visibly ran through her body. “Oh. Thank you, Master. Perhaps I’ll serve you like that after dinner?”

“Perhaps.”

With her back turned, I made myself a glass of soda and then reached into the fridge, pouring a vial of cum down and mixing it in with my finger. I almost slipped the finger into my mouth to dry it, before remembering myself. I laughed at how dumb that might have been. Instead, I wiped it on my pants.

“Drink this.” I held out the tainted soda to Mallory.

“Yes, Master.”

She was absolutely unquestioning. And there was something in her eyes—some glimmer of understanding. Did she have suspicions? She must. She was unquestionably a smart woman. Even as my happy, needy fuckslave, she was always suggesting new ways to serve and please me.

She drained the drink down. Slowly, her muscles relaxed completely. Her body began to slump. I caught the glass before it fell to the ground.

“Mallory, I have something very important to tell you.”

“You have something very important to tell me.”

I slid her hands up toward her pussy. She naturally began fingering herself. It was sort of sick to do it this way, but commands always went down easier when she had fingers in her pussy.

“You’re going to learn better than you ever have before.”

“I’m going to learn better than I ever have before.”

I took a breath. Here we go. Experiment time.

“You think of me as your big brother.”

“I think of you as my big brother.”

Wow. That went through with no resistance at all. Maybe this de-brainwashing would be easier than I thought?

“I am your big brother.”

“You are my big brother.”

“Lori is your little sister.”

“Lori is my little sister.”

“You love us like family.”

She sighed happily. “I love you like family.”

For whatever reason, she hadn’t stopped fingering herself. One thing at a time, I told myself. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but the fingering had encouraged the taking in of commands in the past, so I hardly wanted to stop it now.

“We are your family.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m the man in your family.”

“You’re the man in my family.”

“I am your big brother.”

“You are my big brother.”

And then I ended, with softer, less stringent repetitions. She thought the world of me. She felt deep, fraternal love for me. She was happy to be my family. She loved sharing with me.

Still mindfucky, I know. But I wanted it to be a slow rollback. My thinking was that if I just undid everything, right away, her mind might collapse from the effort of rewriting itself. What was I to know? I wasn’t a neuroscientist or a doctor or a philosopher or anything of the sort. Just a horny guy who went too far.

Sure. That’s how I could characterize myself. A horny guy taking things one step too far…and then several more steps after that.

That done, I held her close and cuddled her tight. I had her abandon dinner and walked her over to the bed, sliding her down in with me. Her tight, toned beautiful body felt so perfect against mine. I sighed lustfully, wishing for more contact…but resisted.

One last night, I told myself. We’d wake tomorrow and it would all be different—but until then, I’d enjoy Mallory’s attentions on me for just one more night.

When I woke, it was nearing dawn. Outside, the sun’s rays had begun to peak through the darkness. Mallory was no longer at my side, and I was confused.

After a moment, though, everything started to become very clear.

First, I just heard the soft, hot schlicking sounds. Then, dreamily, I noticed that my cock was being sucked.

“M-Mallory?”

“Shh, big bro,” she moaned. “I want to be good for you.”

“Wh…” I was dazed. “What?”

“I want to be your good girl sisterslave, Master. I know how important it is to please you. And I woke up and I just needed my brother’s cock in my mouth. Please?”

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Oh fuck.”

“Please, big bro? Can’t I please suck you off? I need your perfect brother Master cock in my mouth. Please?”

I gulped. God, she was so gorgeous. So malleable. I couldn’t deny her. I had to command her.

“That’s right, sis. You did great. Suck me off. Like a good slave.”

Moaning, she slurped back down and went right to work.

Mallory had been practically orphaned by her family when she was still so very young. It only made sense for her to idolize the male members of her family. I had thought that I could use that idolatry to my advantage—to make me seem more untouchable. But the feelings of attraction, of being owned like a slave by a strong patriarchal force, were too strong. She saw no conflict between thinking of me as her hot big brother and of me as her Master. And now I had made them the same.

My plan had failed, at least for the moment. With Mallory wrapping her loving, perfect mouth around my rod like it was the center of her world, cooing with orgasmic delight every time I called her my sisterslave, I struggled to care.

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