Nikki tried to shake the grogginess from her eyes.  She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at her clock radio.  Almost 1:00 p.m.  Where had the day gone?  She never slept in the afternoon.   The last thing she remembered was Patrick....  “Did I just giggle?” she thought to herself.  “I don’t have time for this,” she thought, “I have to get ready for work.”  Waitressing at Hooters was not her dream job, but it paid her student loans until she could get a job in her major.  She was tempted to call in sick, but she knew that she would get some great tips today.  Saturday evenings were always a good time to work.

As she started getting ready, Nikki wondered, “What happened to Patrick?”  As she started to think of Patrick, she felt all tingly and excited.  “I wonder why I never noticed how sexy he is?” she thought.  “This is crazy.  He’s just a boy.  A boy that I used to babysit.” Still, it doesn’t hurt to fantasize a little, she thought as she giggled, running her long fingers between her legs.  Nikki moaned as she imagined Patrick as the subject of her favorite masturbatory fantasy, kneeling between her legs while licking her.  For some reason the thought of him kneeling between her legs didn’t feel right.  As Nikki’s arousal began to grow, the image in her mind morphed into her kneeling before him.  She was a teenage girl kneeling in front of the sexiest, most powerful man she knew, completely aroused and existing only for his pleasure.  Her orgasm took her by surprise, her fantasy triggering the most intense orgasm she could remember.

After several minutes of being lost in the incredible sensations, the incredibly erotic thoughts filling Nikki’s mind subsided a little.  “God, maybe something more than a fantasy with Patrick might be fun,” she thought.

Nikki slowly struggled to her feet as she started getting ready for work.  She donned her familiar Hooters outfit – a white tank top with the owl and short orange shorts.  As was her habit, she wore panty hose along with socks and sneakers, but without thinking she did some things a little differently.  Instead of the red lipstick she normally wore, she applied a pale shade of hot pink lip gloss.   She wore her hair in pig tails and instead of her normal socks, she wore little frilly socks that she had gotten for a present but had never worn.

Nikki looked at herself in the mirror.  She looked like your typical hooters girl, but anyone who knew her would notice a slightly younger look and demeanor, although her tight t-shirt showed that she was anything but a young teenager.  She smiled and thought that she looked especially good and looked forward to charming tips out of her customers.

“I wonder if Patrick will be home tonight,” she thought.  “Maybe he’d enjoy seeing me in my uniform.  I remember how he stole looks at me the last time he was at Hooters.”  Lost in thoughts about Patrick looking at her in her uniform, Nikki needed to use all her self-restraint to keep from masturbating again about that sexy man.

Donna’s new clothes and look was lost amidst the news of Dad’s promotion and the activity surrounding their getting packed and ready for their trip and dinner with the current CEO, Chairman of the Board and their wives.  Drew and Amanda were soon out the door and Donna and Patrick were left with the thought about what to do for dinner.

As Patrick closed the door after waving to his parents, he turned and looked at Donna closely for the first time since she had come home from the mall.  She was still wearing the same blue dress, but he noticed that her make-up was different.  He figured that mom must have also gotten her some make-up at the mall.

“Wow, quite a change, Donna,” he said as he examined her beauty up close.

She looked at what she was wearing and thought, “I don’t normally wear clothes like this.  It’s as if I turned into mom.”  Her arms moved to wrap around her chest and she hunched down as if she were trying to hide her figure.  “This isn’t me,” Donna thought, “No self-respecting feminist would be dressed this way.”

Patrick said, “I bet you turned a lot of guys’ heads at the mall, sis.”  A tingle went through her, as she unconsciously licked her lips.  A vision of her standing in that cute miniskirt she bought flashed in her mind.  Her thoughts about her sudden change in wardrobe melted away in the sensual rush that went with the image in her mind.  Donna’s pose had changed in a few seconds from that of a saucy, sexy girl; to a frightened, frigid woman and back again.

Patrick couldn’t help but smile as he nodded. “Do you want to order a pizza?”

“Whatever you want, Patrick, but I feel like cooking something,” Donna said, the memory of her objections to her dress now nebulous and distant.  “Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t mind.  Why do you feel like cooking, sis?”

“I don’t know.  For some reason I just do.”  For a moment, Donna was puzzled by her feelings.  She certainly wasn’t the housewife type and normally she didn’t like cooking for Patrick.  But it just felt right to be domestic for some reason.  The good feelings flowing through her didn’t let her dwell on why she had this her new desire to cook.  Donna shooed him out of the kitchen as she said, “Why don’t you go and watch T.V. while I whip something together.”

During the delightful meal, Patrick stole periodic glances as Donna’s legs.  She noticed his attention a few times and thought about teasing him, but she couldn’t summon the energy or desire to do it.  She kept thinking that if she were wearing those yucky jeans she used to wear all the time, no one could notice her legs.  It made her feel sexy knowing that her new attire showed off her legs, even if it was just Patrick.

“So did you clean out the mall,” Patrick teased after putting down his fork and leaned back in his chair.  He wasn’t particularly interested in teasing his stepsister, but it was a way to get his mind and his cock off the way she looked.

“Yes!  I got some terrific stuff!  Wait in the living room and I’ll show you!”

Patrick assumed that Donna was going to just bring out the packages she had left in the den.  As he waited longer than he thought it should take for her to get the packages, he fumbled with the contents of his pocket.  At first he wondered, what he was flipping in his pocket, but remembered that he still had another vial of the potion in his pocket.  Ten minutes later, Donna cleared her throat.  Patrick looked up from the T.V. and his mouth dropped open as he saw Donna wearing a cream colored miniskirt, light blue sweater, nude colored pantyhose and some cream colored heels.  She posed herself at the doorway with one leg bent at the knee, both hands over her head, and her breasts thrust out to maximize the effect of the tight sweater with the scoop neck.

Donna couldn’t help but smile to herself when she saw Patrick’s reaction.  It felt so good to model sexy outfits that showed off her figure.  The fact that someone appreciated her new outfits and the way they looked on her was just frosting on the cake.  At first she thought that she was acting creepy, but rationalized that she didn’t feel anything sexual for Patrick, she just felt sexy and feminine when she could show off her new look.

Donna almost asked, “You like?” but realized that would be flirting and she didn’t want or need to flirt with Patrick.  Instead, she said, “Mom thought this would turn the boys’ heads.”

Patrick simply nodded and decided he needed to get away from Donna and the thoughts going through his mind.  “I guess since you cooked, I should clean-up,” he said as he stood up.  He was still fumbling with the vial in his pocket when he stood up.

“Oh, don’t be silly....”  Donna started to say that she would take care of the kitchen, when her eyes were drawn to the pretty blue vial he pulled out without thinking.

“What’s that, Patrick?” she asked as she slowly walked toward him.  A part of Donna thought it was strange that she was so drawn to a little blue bottle, but she kept moving toward it.

Patrick knew he should put the vial away and leave Donna alone, but her reaction to the vial, the memory of the night before and Donna’s sexy appearance got the better of him.  He unscrewed the cap and waved it under her nose when she arrived next to him.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” Donna moaned involuntarily, enjoying the smell as she continued to look at the blue liquid intently.  Donna was so close, he could smell her perfume and feel her skirt against his pants.

“Drink it,” Patrick ordered as his cock hardened even more.  Donna reached up, taking the small vial in her fingers, careful not to drop it.  Donna staggered back and sat down on the couch after drinking the blue liquid.  She shook her head trying to dismiss the initial disorientation of the potion.

After several shakes of her head, she screamed, “How could you!”  Donna started to stand up.  “You turned me into a little domestic sex object for your perverted fantasies!  I was nothing more than eye-candy for your pleasure!”

Patrick was surprised both at her reaction and her memory of the prior evening.  “Ssstop,” he managed to spit out before she could reach him as he back peddled.  She obeyed, but the fire in her eyes remained.

“Sit down!”  Patrick’s mind went over his notes and realized that nothing in the spell indicated that the subject would permanently forget the incident, only that she wouldn’t remember it when the spell wore off.  Apparently, her memories while under the effect of the spell returned when she under it’s control again.  He realized that he needed to find out some more about the spell.  Patrick couldn’t help but notice that Donna was sitting with her knees together, in a nice pose that showed off her legs.  He wondered if the conditioning held even when she was under the effect of the spell.

“Do you remember everything about what happened last night and today?”

“Yes, you pervert!  How could you manipulate me like that?” she responded.

“Quietly, sis.  Also don’t do anything that would hurt me and don’t try to escape,” Patrick said as he sat next to her.  “How did you feel today as you were trying on your new clothes?”

“I felt sexy and feminine and soft...I liked it,” she said embarrassed by her feelings and reactions.  Her embarrassment helped refocus her anger and she spat,  “You made me feel that way, you stupid, adolescent jerk-off!”

“Do you still feel this way?”

“Yes, but when I focus or when I’m angry, I don’t feel that way,” she said.  “How could you do this to me?” Donna asked as she buried her face in her hands.  “It’s so embarrassing thinking that I bought all those clothes and liked it.”

Ignoring her question, he asked, “What’s so embarrassing about wearing sexy clothing?”

Donna’s eyes blazed, “I’m not a sex object!  I’m a feminist!  Not some brainless object to titillate your juvenile perverted ideas of sex!  Jesus, you’re just like all guys, can’t handle a strong woman that doesn’t cater to your hegemonic, adolescent fantasies!”

Donna’s tirade was starting to piss Patrick off and he decided to take her down a notch.  “You were awfully easy to condition to dress up like that sex object you claim to despise so much.  I think you protest too much.  I think you like showing off your body, like a closet exhibitionist.”

“You....” Donna started to say before Patrick cut her off.

“Repeat after me, Donna.  ‘I like it when guys look at my body.  It makes me feel so soft and feminine.   Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at.’  As you say that, touch yourself while imagining that you’re excited and happy to show off your body.”

"Patrick, you can’t...ohhhhhhhh,” Donna said as she her hand involuntarily strayed to her breasts and pelvis.    “I like it when guys look at my body.  Ohhhhhhh it feels better than yesterday...It makes me feel so soft and feminine.   Godddddddddd, please don’t, Patrick. Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at.”

Donna was intent on defeating Patrick’s attempt to subvert her feminist views, but she couldn’t stop the images invading her mind.  She saw herself modeling her new sexy outfits for guys that were obviously enjoying the show.

“Again, but this time don’t touch yourself, Donna.”

“I like it when guys look at my body,” she whispered, surprised by how much she wanted to continue touching herself.  “It makes me feel so soft and feminine.  Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at.”

Say your conditioning phrase again while touching yourself but this time imagine yourself in a skimpy bathing suit.

“Oh god, please stop...I like it when guys...Mmmmmmmm...look at my body.  It makes me...Ohhhhhhhhh...feel so soft and feminine.   I’m getting so horny.  Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at.”

“Would it feel even better if you didn’t have all that clothes obstructing your access to your erogenous zones?”

Donna wanted to lie, but she simply couldn’t stop herself from answering truthfully.  She blushed as she told Patrick, “Yes.”

Patrick snickered, “Lose the blouse, bra, panties and pantyhose, then.”

Donna wanted desperately to disobey, but stood up and began undressing.  “How could you do this to me?” cried Donna after her blouse, bra, panties and pantyhose sat in a heap beside her.

“At least I left you your skirt, Donna,” answered Patrick.  “One more time.”

Donna felt the tingles intensify as her fingers contacted her bare breasts and pussy. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!  I like it when guys look at my body.  Goddddddd, it’s so good.  It makes me feel so soft and feminine.   Mmmmmmmmmm!  Girls are meant to be looked at and I’m a girl that loves to be looked at.  Patrick why are you doing this?  You know it works.  Please leave me alone.”

“I know that I can change the way you dress, I want to see if I can change your thinking, too,” lied Patrick.  He wasn’t exactly sure why he was still playing with her.  He had decided to leave her alone, but it seemed so easy to use the potion on her again.

Donna felt the conditioning begin to take root despite her efforts to resist.  She had tried  thinking that she didn’t really mean what she was saying, but her words, the images in her head and the delightful sensations flowing through her body overwhelmed her feeble efforts to undermine her conditioning.

After she had repeated her conditioning phrase three more times, the last time punctuated by a series of orgasms, she knew that her new thinking was firmly in place.  Patrick’s eyes were not surprisingly glued to her beautiful tits and she couldn’t keep herself from thrusting them out so it would be more appealing to look at.  Without even realizing it, she pulled her skirt up so Patrick could more easily see her wet pussy.  At first, she experienced a spike of arousal from having a guy look at her body.  That and a docile, feminine feeling overwhelmed her before she realized what was happening.  Her realization was barely enough to allow her to pull down her skirt and wrap her arms around her breasts.

“You creep!  You’ve got me showing off my body to you!” she said with a lot less conviction than she should be feeling.  A fairly large part of her thought she was meant to be looked at and that she liked it, even if it was Patrick that was doing the looking.

Patrick was a little surprised by Donna’s actions.  He hadn’t intended to turn her into a slut that would flash complete strangers.  He wondered if he went too far this time.  He wanted Donna to be more like her mom – openly sexy, not quite proper, but not an extreme slut.  Still, the thought that she might flash him was so exciting.  He decided to leave the conditioning in place for until he could see how she reacted when not under the potion’s effect.  He could always fix any potential problems later.

“Wow, Donna, you’re so easily conditioned.  I hadn’t intended for you to be flashing your body quite like that!  Although I’m not one to complain.  Let’s see if we can turn you into a little flirt,” Patrick said, his eyes still glued to her heaving breasts.  “I think that would add to your sex appeal, Donna.”

Before Donna could protest some more, Patrick ordered, “Say, ‘It feels so natural to flirt a little.  It’s a wonderful way to get guys to notice me.  It makes me feel so soft and feminine.’  While you’re saying this, touch yourself while imagining yourself flirting as the guys look at your body.”

“God, you’re going to turn me into a slut!” Donna whispered even though she had intended it to be a scream.  Even as she looked at him with hatred, her hands moved to her pussy and breasts.  As soon as her hands touched her breast, her arousal grew and the image Patrick dictated assaulted her mind.   She moaned and said, “It feels so natural to flirt a little.  Mmmmmmmmm.  It’s a wonderful way to get guys to notice me.  Oh, yes!  It makes me feel so soft and feminine. I’ll get back at you somehow, Patrick.  I swear.”

“That’s hardly the right attitude, Donna.  Do it again and this time say it like you mean it.”

Donna obeyed and knew that before long she was going to be a little flirt.  She had tried every way she could think of to resist, but it was becoming easier for Patrick to condition her.  It didn’t help that when she was distracted, she got excited by him learing at her body.

Once Patrick was sure that Donna’s new flirty behavior was in place, he let her cum and watched with some disappointment as she passed out due to the intensity of her orgasms.  Patrick was still learning the different effect his potion had on different subjects.  Nikki seemed to be more easily controlled by the potion.  Donna seemed to end her conditioning with huge orgasms that caused her to pass out while Nikki had to be told to go to sleep.  Patrick was tempted again to use Donna to relieve himself, when he wondered whether he could condition her while she was passed out.

He tentatively caressed her still hard nipples and smiled when he heard Donna moan softly, still unconscious.

“Hmmmm, this has possibilities,” he thought to himself, deciding to test his hypothesis.  “What can I condition her to do that I’ll be able to notice easily.”

“I know,” he thought, deciding on the perfect test.  He realized that with her unconscious, he needed to prop her up so that he could have easy access to her breasts and vagina.

Patrick started to undress thinking, “If I’m going to have to hold her against me, I might as well enjoy it.”  Soon Donna’s half naked body was lying against Patrick, his hard manhood resting against her deliciously smooth bottom.

Patrick started teasing Donna’s nipples and pussy shortly after saying, “Donna, imagine yourself with nice, long, painted acrylic nails.  The look so sexy on you.  The beautiful fashion length nails make you feel so feminine and sexy, especially the reds, but to a lesser degree the pinks.  They make you look and feel so pretty.  You love the sensation of teasing yourself with your long fingernails.”

Even unconscious, Patrick could tell that she was enjoying his attention.  Not only would she occasionally moan, Patrick noticed a continuing wetness flowing between her lower lips.  He even noticed her mouthing portions of his conditioning phrases as he played with her body.  After ten minutes of being manipulated in this way, Donna cried out in another orgasm.  With her orgasm, her body moved involuntarily against him.  Her bottom rubbed against his hardness, causing him to cum hard, his jism shooting onto her delicious ass.

After he came, he realized that he had crossed a line and wasn’t completely unhappy about it.  At least not unhappy enough to stop doing what he was doing.  He considered trying to wake Donna so he could fuck her, but thought better of it.  Instead he cleaned her up and tucked her into bed.

After Patrick had put Donna to bed, he heard someone knocking on the back door. Curious, he climbed the stairs to see who was there. Looking through the window, he was surprised to see Nikki standing there in her Hooter’s outfit. Patrick decided that even though he preferred Donna, that was no reason to discard Nikki. As he swung the door open, he took his time to admire her. Her sexy breasts were hugged by the white Hooters tank top that was a size too small. She looked a little different. He wasn’t sure if he liked the look. She looked a little too much like some of the freshmen girls that he had just left at his high school.

Nikki couldn’t keep her eyes off of Patrick as he opened the door. “God, he’s so sexy. He’s so powerful standing there,” she thought as she stood there with one leg crossed over the other. “Ummm, I hope you don’t mind me coming over.” Nikki felt so aroused and giddy from standing in front of Patrick. The thought that she was this close to him made her feel strangely docile.

Patrick smiled as he finished looking Nikki over and said, “Not at all. Your timing couldn’t have been better.”

“Oh, goodie!” squealed Nikki as she hopped inside the foyer and gave Patrick a hug and a peck on his cheek. While not her intention initially, Nikki couldn’t help but rub her breasts against Patrick as she moaned quietly from the sensations that traveled southward from her breasts. Patrick took advantage of Nikki’s closeness to cup her bottom, locking her body against his.

“Oh, Mr. White,” cooed Nikki, not fully understanding why she referred to Patrick that way. She rationalized that it was just a way of flirting with Patrick, but even those thoughts were pushed into the background by the thrill of knowing that he wanted to touch her.

Patrick also wondered about the way Nikki referred to him, but his cock pushed up against her stomach and reminded him of the need that was built up by conditioning his sister. “Do you mind me holding you like this, Nikki?”

“Oh, no, Mis...Patrick. I’ll do anything for you.” Nikki moaned a little. A delicious tingle moved through her, as she confessed her willingness to do anything for Mr. White. For some reason, it was easier for Nikki to think of Patrick in that way even though she knew she shouldn’t call him that. She was older than he was, wasn’t she?

Nikki felt so good being held against him while looking up at him. Wonderful shudders seemed to originate everywhere his body touched hers and one place where her body wasn’t touching his – at least not yet. Nikki couldn’t remember ever being this wet before. Especially nice was the hard rod that was pressed against her flat stomach. But the best feeling of all was the giddy feeling of being in Mr. White’s arms.

Patrick looked down at Nikki, smiling. “You seem to be enjoying my company, Nikki.” To accentuate the point, Patrick decided to move one of his hands to Nikki’s breasts, teasing her erect nipple.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, yessssss!” Nikki moaned. The incredible pleasure seemed to trigger images of her kneeling in front of Mr. White making her feel even more docile. A part of her thought that she shouldn’t be feeling this way, but she loved him so and she wanted to please him so much.

Patrick’s need was so great, that he led her into living room and took her there. It took some time and struggle for Nikki to get out of her panty hose, but soon Patrick was happily sliding between her long legs. Nikki couldn’t believe her body’s response as soon as Patrick slid into her. It was like a switch went off! She started cumming immediately, feeling more and more docile and in love with Mr. White the more he pistoned in and out of her. After several intense orgasms, Patrick came in her as she professed her love for him.

Despite being a little tired from being filled so completely by Patrick, Nikki was snuggling and teasing him trying to get him to take her again. But Patrick had other ideas. He was curious about the way Nikki was acting and knew he needed to know more if he was going to properly use the potion.

Patrick reached over to his shirt lying on the couch next to him and pulled out one of his vials. Despite being so fixated on Patrick, Nikki’s eyes were drawn to the pretty blue potion. Soon, she had drunk the potion and was laying dazed against him. She seemed to be disoriented even longer than the first time she took the potion. Eventually, she started rousing.

“What?” Nikki slurred. After shaking out the cobwebs, Nikki grew silent before she said, “You did something to me. You must have. Until a few moments ago, I didn’t remember the first time we had sex. How could I forgot something as incredible as that?”

Patrick was worried that she would react like Donna had and was ready to tell Nikki not to move, but instead, Nikki smiled. Patrick reached over to Nikki’s hard nipples and started pinching them.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you’re so incredible, lover,” Nikki said as she snuggled closer to Patrick.

“Do you know what I did to you?”

“Not really, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re with me and I love you!” Nikki exclaimed. After thinking about it for a while, she said, “You made me feel that way! You naughty boy!” Nikki stuck her tongue in Mr. White’s ear and squealed when she felt his cock stirring.

“It doesn’t bother you that I made you feel this way?” asked Patrick.

Nikki, smile beamed brighter and she exclaimed, “I love you! That’s all that matters. I’ll do anything for you and that includes letting you change me if it makes you happy.”

Patrick realized that the potion’s effect on Nikki was much more extreme than it’s effect on Donna. He realized that he needed to find out more about how the potion affects girls. “Why did you call me Mr. White earlier?”

Nikki thought for a while before she said, “It just feels natural to think of you that way.”

Patrick asked, “How do you think of me, exactly, honey?”

Patrick could see Nikki flush a little at his term of endearment before she smiled and answered, “I think of you as an older man and myself as a teenager. When you told me to have a crush on you, I first thought of Mr. Moore, my other crush and the way I was then. Do you think that’s why I’m acting like a teenager?”

Patrick hadn’t intended to turn her into a teenager. He was just out of high school and preferred someone that didn’t remind him of the freshman and sophomore girls he had left behind. It appeared that Nikki was so easily conditioned that the stray image of her being a teenager with a crush on him was enough to regress her. He wondered if he created other unintentional changes to Nikki.

“I think we can fix that,” said Patrick after thinking a little. “How else do you feel different?”

“I love you,” Nikki responded with a smile as she pressed her breasts into his chest. “That’s really cute. How else do you feel differently?”

“Well, you really turn me on and I feel really submissive toward you,” Nikki replied, a little worried that Patrick thought her love was “cute.” Despite her worry, she couldn’t stop running her hands over his delicious cock. It was like he was the center of her world.

He had heard that word before, but he wasn’t sure he fully understood it. At first he was embarrassed to admit to Nikki that he wasn’t sure of the meaning, but he remembered that she wouldn’t remember any of this. What’s more, she was so in love with him, he didn’t think she could think badly about him.

“Nikki, explain to me what you mean when you said that you feel really submissive toward me.”

“I just like doing things for you,” she explained. “I like pleasing you and I especially like for you to tell me to do things. It’s really sexy.”

Patrick’s cock hardened even more at Nikki’s explanation. He decided he liked that unintentional change. While he didn’t want to introduce too many changes at one time, he decided he liked her submissive.

“Nikki, I want you to picture yourself wearing sexy clothing for me. You’re 22 years old, feeling even more submissive than you do right now. Your love for me is just as great as it is now, but it is completely unselfish. My happiness means everything to you and it doesn’t matter how many girls I spend my time with because you know that makes me happy.”

Patrick watched as Nikki started staring off, certain that she was picturing the right image as he said, “Nikki, now say, ‘I love being so submissive to you. It makes me wet just thinking of obeying you. I can’t help but do whatever you ask, it just makes me feel so incredibly aroused. Being helpless for you gives me so much pleasure.’”

As Nikki started repeating her conditioning phrase, a part of her realized that Patrick was manipulating her, but those concerns melted as she felt Patrick’s mouth sucking on one of her nipples and a finger sliding into her wet pussy.

Nikki moaned, “Oh godddddd! I love being so submissive to you. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. It makes me wet just thinking of obeying you. I can’t help but do whatever you ask, it just makes me feel so incredibly aroused. Yessssssss! Being helpless for you gives me so much pleasure.”

Nikki’s malleable mind was already associating the luscious sensations with the images playing in her mind and the words she was saying. “Oh, Patrick!” she cried as she humped her hips in a futile attempt to feel his body against hers.

Patrick liked the way that Nikki’s body needed his attention. “Tease your clit while saying it again with the same image but also thinking how much you love me changing you into my perfect dream girl.”

The image Patrick commanded leapt to Nikki’s mind as she cried, “Yes, Patrick! I love being so submissive to Patrick. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! It makes me wet just thinking of obeying him. Ohhhhhhhhh, I’m so horny for you! I can’t help but do whatever you ask, it just makes me feel so incredibly aroused. Being helpless for you gives me so much pleasure.”

Nikki was moaning, loving the fact that Patrick was changing her into his perfect pet. She was so close to cumming, but she wanted his cock in her.

“Please, Patrick, fuck me,” Nikki begged.

Patrick mounted Nikki and smiled as he said, “Again.”

“Thank you! Ohhhhhhhhhh god!” Nikki was surprised as Patrick’s cock slid into her triggering the first of many orgasms. Thanks to her prior conditioning, she associated the most intense orgasms with him fucking her. “I love being so submissive to you! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh god, it makes me wet just thinking of obeying you! I can’t stop and I can’t help but do whatever you ask...Ohhhhhhhhhhh...it just makes me feel so incredibly aroused. Yessssssssss! Being helpless for you gives me so much pleasure.”

Nikki continued babbling parts of her conditioning phrase as Patrick’s hard cock continued to plunge into her tight wetness. As much as Nikki wanted the sensations to subside, she couldn’t help but feel orgasm after orgasm attack her soft body. For the first time, Nikki passed out in the middle of one of her orgasms. Not so much from the effects of the potion, but from the constant stream of orgasms she experienced thanks to the time it took Patrick to cum after his earlier orgasms. Even with her consciousness taken from her, Nikki’s body continued to respond as conditioned, cumming with each stroke of Patrick’s cock. Eventually, Patrick came with a groan and Nikki’s body could finally find some peace as Patrick’s cock softened and he rolled off her.

After catching his breath, Patrick cleaned himself off and then roused Nikki. He considered having her sleep with him tonight, but didn’t want to explain anything to Donna yet. Nikki reluctantly agreed to go home, unable to disobey Patrick.