The Process

 Copyright 2000 by silli_artie at hotmail dot com

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A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by 
stories with sexual content.  Then again, if all youre looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should 
probably read something else.  I welcome constructive comments.  Enjoy.

Day -12

	These are my notes on the Process.  Ive been working on it for a while now, but started 
these notes today, as things have moved into high gear.  Cindy agreed to spend the four day holiday 
weekend with me at my cabin in the mountains.  Thats when things will really start to move.

	What is the Process?  Simply, its turning Cindy, my new girlfriend, into Cindy, my sex 
slave.  I want her to remain functional in society -- she needs to keep her job -- Im not supporting 
her.  I want her to be interested in me, and me alone.  When were alone, I want her to be 
preoccupied with pleasing me, having sex with me.  I want her to do whatever I ask, with 
enthusiasm, with need.  Oh, I want her to enjoy it as well, but thats a purely pragmatic concern -- 
her feelings are irrelevant, but making the experience pleasurable reinforces the behavior.

	This is going to require some big changes.  Weve made love a few times, and shes got to 
expect that sex will be a big part of this long weekend together, but still, shes hesitant.  Shes not 
interested in going down on me, and doesnt like me going down on her.  She wont be on top of me, 
or try a number of other positions.  Thats got to change.

	Her body could change a bit as well, filling out on top more.  Cindy is 28, in good shape, 
about 5 foot 6, with a 36C bust line.  She has very attractive reddish-brown hair, which Id like to 
be longer.  Her lips could use to be a bit fuller, and her bust line more developed.  But Im an M.D. 
doing neurochemistry research, not a plastic surgeon.  Shes bright, and works in the treasury - 
finance group of a local high tech company.  She doesnt make enough to support me, but her 
income will help.  I like her sense of humor.

	So, how do we get there from here?  An old prof in med school said people are 95% 
chemical, 3% electrical, and 2% psychological.  God, he was an arrogant old twit.  From my work, I 
know the chemical part is governed by the 10% or so thats neurochemical -- and that part controls 
the psychological part a good bit as well.

	The plan is to change her from the inside out -- neurochemically and psychologically, so she 
is addicted to me, gets great pleasure from being around me, and from making love with me.  Doing 
this requires I tinker with her hormonal and neurochemical balance.

	That work will provide the opening for the psychological component.  Luckily, Cindy has 
suffered from serious non-migraine headaches.  That, in fact, was how we got together -- she was 
introduced to me as a doctor who was researching headache treatments, and in her own words, was 
also cute and single.  Shes let me give her oral medication in the past.  It will be a delicate dance.

	I know generally what I need to do -- Ive worked out those approaches over the last few 
months.  They dovetail with my research on CYP2D6 deficiencies, and allied single nucleotide 
polymorphisms.  I need a recent blood sample from her -- micrograms will do.  I also need clean 
samples of various fluids from myself.  The synthesis will be interesting, but not difficult.  This 
should be a lot of fun.

Day -10

	Hot damn, got my blood sample!  She was over for dinner, and made an extended trip to the 
bathroom -- her period arrived.  After she left, I got all the material I needed from the end of a 
tampon applicator she tossed in the bathroom wastebasket -- I think the sample was less than ten 
minutes old.  I put it in preservative and rushed it to the lab.

Day -9

	Her sample was easy, and loaded with hormones.  Mine have been more of a challenge.  The 
sperm sample was easy -- Miss November and Miss April helped obtain that.  But, collecting 
uncontaminated sweat and sebum samples is not easy.  Bacterial contamination is the issue, and 
merely scrubbing the skin is insufficient -- the little buggers live in the ducts.  After a few tries at 
different collection approaches, all of them resulting in contaminated samples and raw skin, I had 
my buddy Brian take a small skin section from my groin.  God, that hurt -- he may be an M.D., like 
me, but hes got a lot to learn about working with live people.

Day -7

	After spending a day dissecting my own tissue under a microscope, I figured out how to do 
things the right way.  I went back to working with the earlier samples I got.  I also spent two hours 
with one of our patent people, and some other R&D folks -- theyre really excited, and want to file 
a slew of patents on the technique -- I call it differential amplification.  Fine with me -- after the 
holiday, though.

Day -5

	I started the synthesis today.  Cindy has a common slip variation in 22q13.1 which results 
in enzyme pathways Im able to exploit.  Shes not going to be happy when I tell her that shes 
sensitive to components in chocolates which can cause her headaches.  But then again, that may be 
just the trick Ill need to kick this whole thing off!

	I can create a very tight cross-link -- being around me, my scent, will be pleasurable to her.  
This reaction alone will be sufficient to generate psychologically addictive behavior.  The same with 
my sperm -- it will be highly pleasurable to her.  Her body will react to specific and unique surface 
proteins in my fluids, causing an endorphin and hormone cascade in her.  The actual process of 
forming this essentially immune response will generate a slight fever, and most likely a splitting 
headache.  The agent is specific to her, and can be introduced transnasally.  Ill mix it into a batch of 
the chromalyn sodium nasal spray she uses this time of the year to ward off allergies -- that should 
do the trick.

	The hormonal part is actually pretty easy.  Wigmanns work established that set of 
pathways -- her breasts will become firmer and fuller.  The hormonal shift should make her more 
open to bonding psychologically with me.  Part of that can go into the nasal spray as well, but part 
needs to go directly intravenous -- an interesting problem.  Two or three doses should do the trick.  
Im compensating for the hormone content of her tri-phasic birth control pills -- that complicates 
matters slightly.

	Im also preparing a sustaining nasal spray, without the forming agent.  It wont cause the 
headaches, but will assist with building and maintaining the immune response.

	Ive also put together recordings for the hypnosis part of things.  With luck, the physical 
response will set in quickly and make these changes much, much easier.

Day -2

	I think preparations are complete.  Ive modeled partial responses, as best as our 
simulations can do them, and they produce the desired results.  The in-vitro work Ive been able to 
do supports things as well.  I have variations lined up.

	The stars are in my favor as well -- shes been having a hell of a time at work, and told me at 
dinner last night that shes really looking forward to the time alone with me.  I told her she could 
sleep over, and Id help her relax, but she sighed and told me she had to get back to the salt mines.

Day -1

	Hot damn!  Shes coming over for dinner after work tonight, and spending the night, so we 
can leave early tomorrow and beat the traffic!  We havent had sex since her period was over, and I 
hope shes horny as hell -- I sure am.

	Im adding this at about one in the morning.  God, she was horny.  Id done a mix of one 
agent and a mild tranquilizer in Astroglide, a lubricant.  I massaged it lovingly into her clit and 
surrounding tissues.  Im not sure which was more relaxing -- the drugs, or the shrieking orgasms she 
had.  God, when I came, I saw stars. Still, I wanted to pay attention to her breasts, which she didnt 
want, and I would like something other than missionary variations.  I had to sweet talk her into 
letting me help her get off, for Gods sake.  We start for real in the morning -- shes going to change.

Day 0

	Good morning, lover.  Doing better this morning? I asked her -- Friday morning, D-day.

	She kissed me.  Yes.  You were so good to me last night.  I really needed that.

	She snuggled up close as I held her in bed.  She ran her hands over my body.  Okay, its time 
to go for broke.

	Need to go to the bathroom first? I asked her.

	She sighed, but said, I suppose I should.

	I set out the nose spray for you -- you should start straight away so you wont have hay 
fever problems at the cabin.  Then come back to bed.

	She got up, and I followed her.  Youre right about that, she told me.  I stood outside the 
bathroom and watched through the mirror.  She didnt like me in the bathroom with her.  She didnt 
like displaying her body, even though she was attractive.  I watched her do two good squirts up 
each nostril.  I used the toilet after her, and we returned to bed for more energetic if constrained 
lovemaking.

	She declined my offer to shower together.  I showered first, and while she took her shower, I 
started coffee and breakfast.

	When she came out, she was frowning and rubbing her forehead.

	What is it, Cindy?

	Oh shit, Tom -- Ive been worried for two weeks I was going to get a headache, and it had 
to hit now.

	Thats okay -- go sit down.  Want some coffee anyway?

	Yes.  That usually helps.  And some breakfast.  This feels like its going to be a whopper.

	I held her.  Do you want to stay around here?  We dont have to go.  I know you werent 
looking forward to the drive.

	She sighed.  No, Tom -- I want to go.  Do you have anything that would help?

	I smiled.  Ill see.  Lets see how youre feeling in a while.  Have you taken any aspirin?

	She reached for her coffee cup.  You know that doesnt help.  God, these last two weeks 
have been hell.  Ginny on my staff told me shes going to spend the holiday munching Valium.

	Ill help however I can, sweetie, I told her.  Why dont you have a seat while I get 
breakfast together.

	She sat down.  Id debated putting some chocolate in the coffee, but hadnt.  That was the 
right decision.  I checked her temperature before breakfast -- she was running a slight fever.  Blood 
pressure was nominal.  Things looked very good.

	We cleaned up and loaded my car for the trip.  Its about a two and a half hour drive, with 
the last hour or so having some very windy stretches.

	Okay, last bathroom stop before the cabin, unless you want to stop for lunch.  How are 
you doing? I asked her.

	She shook her head.  Let you know in a minute, she mumbled, and headed for the toilet.

	I used the guest bathroom, and checked my medical bag.  I also grabbed the initial hypnosis 
tape -- it did successively deeper relaxation, and anchoring.  It would allow me to return her to a 
deep trance very quickly.

	When I got out of the bathroom, she was sitting in a chair by the door, frowning.

	I got down on one knee.  We can stay here.

	She snickered a little, and put her arms on my shoulders.  Tom, feed me drugs -- please.  
Oh Tom, Ive never asked you before, but I need your help now.  I really want to get the hell out of 
here, be with you, but my head hurts so bad.

	I raised her head.  Are you sure about this?

	She nodded a little, but frowned.  It must have hurt.  Im painfully sure, Tom.

	I smiled.  Okay, this is what well do.  Im going to check your temperature and blood 
pressure again.  Ill give you a mild dissociative -- you wont mind whats going on, but will still be 
somewhat responsive.  Well try that, and if that doesnt help, well move to stronger measures 
once were at the cabin.  Okay?

	She nodded a little, smiling.  Okay.

	I nodded.  Lets get you moved into the car first.

	She looked hesitant, but let me lead her to the car and buckle her in.  Ill be right back, I 
told her.

	I stood up and went for my bag.  I mixed the dissociative agent with the first hormonal mix, 
then returned to record her signs and give her the injection.

	I checked and recorded her numbers.  Okay, brave girl, give me that arm again.

	She saw the alcohol pad I was holding, and then spotted the loaded syringe in my bag.  
Needles?  Do you have to use a needle?  Dont you have any pills that will work?

	I shook my head and smiled.  This will help you right away.  Anything Id give you orally 
wouldnt kick in for almost an hour, based on what weve had to eat.  This will help, sweetie.  I 
promise.  She looked very apprehensive.  I put on my best bedside supporting manner.

	I cleaned her skin with an alcohol pad, then found my markers.  This will bite a little.  I 
found the vein, and gave her the injection slowly.  She whimpered.  I put a cotton ball over the 
injection site and folded her arm up to hold it in place.

	I held her hand, using it to measure her muscle tone.  I put my other hand behind her head, 
massaging the back of her neck gently.  She was pretty well gone in about thirty seconds.

	I put the headphones on her, reclined her seat a bit more, and we set off.  Once we were on 
the freeway, I started the tape.  Id watch her hands -- after about twenty minutes, her right hand 
should drift up a bit if she was responding to suggestions.

	A while later, I saw her hand come up out of the corner of my eye.  Her hand hovered for a 
bit, and dropped like a rock.  She sighed and smiled.  So did I -- it was working.  I repeated the tape 
once on the trip, did tape two once, and took off the headphones about five minutes from the cabin.

	Were here, sweetie, I told her.  She smiled a bit, but winced.

	How was your ride? I asked, walking her into the cabin and putting her on the couch.

	She sighed and covered her eyes with a pillow.  Very nice, very relaxing.  The sun still 
hurts though.

	I checked her temperature.  A little high -- that was nominal.  BP was nominal.  I wish Id 
brought blood sample kits with me -- Id love to see how the process was progressing.

	I unloaded the car, bringing in clothes and food.  With the last load, she sat up a bit.  I got 
her a glass of water.

	Better? I asked as she drank down the glass.

	She nodded.  Sort of.  My head is still pounding.  Can you give me more of whatever that 
was?

	I sat next to her.  Not until three this afternoon, then I can give you more, if you really 
need it.  Okay?

	She frowned, but she hugged me.

	I wanted to see if the tapes had done any good.  I held her and started rocking her.  Relax 
for me sweetie, relax and drift down.  Relax and drift down, drift away from everything thats 
bothering you.  Drift into my arms.  Relax and drift down.  After about a minute I was holding her 
up.  I let her down to the couch and took her deeper, letting her rest.

	She woke about noon, very hungry.  Id left the initial nasal spray at home -- its job was 
done.  I gave her the sustaining one with lunch.  Kjelmann and crew say an immune response is 
formed in a healthy adult in three to five hours or less.  The sustaining spray might increase her 
headache a bit if the response wasnt totally formed, or it would have no effect.  Wed know in 20 
minutes or so.

	Her headache increased a little.  About two thirty I held her again, rocked her, and took her 
into trance.  It took a while, but she eventually melted in my arms.  Once she was under, I gave her 
another injection -- more of the hormone shifter and the dissociative.  She whimpered a little.  I 
started her on the next tape, and played that one four times before dinner, once again hiding things 
before I woke her.

	My first dinner at the cabin is always barbecued chicken.  Id gotten the grill going and was 
about to put on the chicken when she came out and hugged me.

	Feeling better after your nap? I asked.

	She held me and took a surprisingly deep breath, her head on my chest.  Was it kicking in 
this fast?

	Much better, she said, running her hands over me.  But I suppose youre going to be a 
nasty doctor now and tell me I cant fix us each a strong tequila sunrise.

	I held her and laughed.  Oh, you can fix them, but it may bring your headache back if you 
drink it.  You can give it a try.

	She looked up at me and gave me a kiss.  Ill take the chance.   I had some really nice 
dreams, even if I dont really remember them.

	I nodded and gave her a squeeze.  She was supposed to tell me what she remembered -- 
which Id hoped wouldnt be much.  I could go ahead with phase three, once I was sure of the other 
responses kicking in.

	She had a surprisingly healthy appetite.  Over dinner I told her of my conclusions about 
chocolate for her -- she was disappointed, but thought the pattern fit.  I told her a major research 
effort was in predicting response to different agents and drugs based on genetic variations.

	I pushed things when we went to bed -- she should be more receptive to suggestions now.  I 
asked her if shed like to be on top of me -- something I loved, but she didnt like to do.  She smiled 
and pushed me on my back.

	God, shes good.  I dont know if she was more receptive and responsive -- she sounded like 
it.  But after she rode us both to incredible orgasms, as she curled up next to me, she took a deep 
breath with her head on my chest.

	God, Tom -- youre so good.  Why didnt I do this last week?

	I chuckled and held her.  She gradually moved closer to my armpit.  I whispered to her, 
relaxing her and sending her to sleep.  It was hard for me to stay awake -- I followed quickly.

Day 1

	Shes still in bed as I write this -- I got up early.  From what I can tell, Day 0 was nominal.  
Her inhibitions seem loosened, and she seemed to have a positive reaction to my scent.  We can 
progress on nasal spray alone today, plus oral agents.  A booster injection would be advisable if we 
can work it in.

	She came out as I was fixing breakfast.

	Headache gone?  Use the nose spray? I asked as I stirred the eggs.

	Yes to both, thanks to you, she said.  She came over to me and gave me a hug and a kiss.

	God, Tom, you smell so good.  Or is it breakfast?  Im starving!  I feel like I havent eaten 
in days!

	I hadnt expected any appetite shifts.

	As I set the table, she asked, Whats on your schedule today, when were not snuggling 
up?

	I liked that question.  It looks like the deer have trampled another fence.  I should fix it.  
How about you?  What do you want to do?

	She leered at me.  When were not making love, I just want to lay around and listen to the 
phone not ringing.

	I like that plan, I told her.

	So, chocolate does it to me, she said.

	I turned and saw her holding a chunk of Belgian chocolate Id gotten earlier.

	Professionally, Id say so.  I wouldnt do that if I were you.

	She smiled.  Only one way to find out.

	I shook my head.  Thats not advisable, I told her.

	She frowned as she unwrapped the chocolate.  Wheres your spirit of experimentation, of 
scientific nature?

	I laughed.  She gobbled a chuck of the chocolate.  Boy, this is great stuff.  Its going to be 
hard to swear off it, if youre right.

	Half an hour after breakfast, she knew I was right -- her head was splitting.

	Tom, why did you let me do that? she moaned from the couch.

	Didnt listen to your doctor, and see what happens?  I suppose you want me to make it all 
better?

	Oh God, that or shoot me.  I thought my head hurt yesterday -- it was completely 
different from this.  Youre right -- chocolate does it to me.

	That was interesting news.  The nasal spray hadnt had any effect on her headache this 
morning, so her immune system must be converted.

	Okay, Ill fix you up, and go to work.  It means a needle, though.

	Thats the only way? she pleaded.

	Afraid so.  You can just rest and see how long it takes to go away.

	She sighed.  Bring it on.

	I loaded up a syringe with the phase two agents and the dissociative, and got out the next 
tape.  Five minutes later, she was whacked out, the tape was running, and I went out to fix my 
fence.

	I worked hard for almost three hours, coming in to restart the tape, and then put it and the 
headphones away.  When I finished with the fence, I was hot and covered with sweat, and my 
clothes were covered in dust.  One of the benefits of being in the mountains, though, is a wonderful 
lack of neighbors.  I took off all my clothes outside, and went into the coolness of the cabin.

	Cindy was sitting at the kitchen counter sipping a glass of water.  She smiled at me.  Then 
she got up and walked closer.

	About two feet away, I saw her pupils react.  Her whole body reacted.  Of course -- I was 
dripping with sweat!

	Oh, Tom.... she moaned.  She fell to her knees.  She took another deep breath, and then to 
my surprise, thrust her face into my sweaty crotch.  She grabbed my backside with both hands and 
took a deep breath.

	God, you smell so good! she moaned.  She started kissing me, moaning as she did, 
breathing heavily.  That caused the expected reaction in me.  As I grew erect, she took my cock in 
her mouth, something shed only done once before, and shed been drunk at the time.  She sucked 
me with abandon, moaning.

	I stood there, a hand on the wall to steady myself.  Things were going quite well.  I closed 
my eyes and let my head go back.

	She tugged me by my cock to the bedroom, and ripped off her clothes.  She was in such a 
hurry that we ended up on the floor, almost falling.  She pushed me to my back and impaled herself 
on top of me.  She was wetter than Id ever felt her before.  After three strokes, she moaned and 
shuddered around me.  Shed never come that quickly with me before.  She leaned forward as she 
continued to rock, holding her head down hear my chest, breathing deeply.  She came intensely, 
twice more, before I did.  She leaned back and moaned, laughing softly as I pumped into her, then 
collapsed on top of me.

	When we got up to shower, she was all over me.  I finally got her up against the shower 
enclosure with my hand between her legs, and got her off with my fingers.  She came with a loud 
moan and all but collapsed in my arms.  I let the water wash us down until we started running out 
of hot water.

	She was acting a little spaced out as we dried off.

	Youre feeling better, I suggested.

	She sighed.  God, Tom -- you are incredible.  I couldnt get enough of you.  You felt so 
good filling me.

	So why did you stop? I asked.

	She laughed softly.  Because Im starving, and I wanted to give you a chance to recover.

	I put on clean clothes.  We fixed lunch, and she ate quite a bit, taking in quite a lot of fluids.  
Her blood pressure and temperature were nominal, although her heart rate and respiration were 
elevated.  Those elevated signs were consistent with the noted state of arousal.

	We necked on the bed later.  She became more and more amorous, taking off all our clothes 
and pulling me on top of her.  I tested one of her trigger phrases, which (stolen from silli artie at hotmail dot com) relaxed her into trance.  I 
moved down between her legs -- she was wet and very tasty.  She responded well to oral 
stimulation.  I moved up her body and entered her.  We kissed, and she soon had additional 
orgasms.  She rolled us so I was on my back, and rode me to orgasm.  As she relaxed on top of me, I 
eased her into sleep, and soon followed.

	When I woke up, she was moving between my legs.  She took my then limp cock in her 
mouth, moaning as she did.  This was quite unexpected.  Her hands were as busy as her mouth, and 
when I was erect again, she got on top of me and rode me furiously.

Day 4

	We spent most of the time making love, or otherwise in bed.  Her appetite, both for me and 
for food, was incredible.  Id brought along some drugs to help with my performance, and made use 
of them.  On our last morning at the cabin, we made passionate love, had breakfast, made love again, 
and finally got the car packed and got on the road.  I used a posthypnotic trigger to relax her once 
we were on the road, and had her listen to the last tape again.  Traffic was ugly, as would be 
anticipated at the end of a four-day weekend.  We stopped for lunch, and I was once again amazed 
at her appetite.

	She helped me unpack when we got home.  I could tell she had a reaction to my dirty clothes 
as she moved them to the laundry room, but she still had some willpower remaining.  I invited her 
to stay, but she told me she needed to return to her place.  I gave her a gentle hug and kiss.  She 
thanked me very much for the weekend -- it had been just what she needed.

	My overall evaluation of this phase of the Process is nominal.  The main unexpected side-
effect was her increased appetite.  Her conditioning level is good, but will require repetition.  I give 
her two days before she moves in with me.

	On Day 0, she had a headache and elevated temperature.  Blood pressure throughout was 
nominal to slightly lower, characteristic of spending so much time reclining.  Both headache and 
elevated temperature resolved on Day 1.  Day 0 had her going through the main conditioning tapes 
while in a dissociated state.  Her response to my scent on Day 1 was quite positive.  Her sexual 
appetite for me definitely increased.  She was open to suggestion, and did things shed not done 
before, such as taking me in her mouth.  She has a strong positive reaction to my sweat, to my 
pubic area, and quite a positive reaction to my semen.

	More time is needed to observe hormone-mediated shifts in body composition and 
structure.  That phase could take one to three weeks.

	She called about eight thirty that night.  She needed to see me -- she missed me.  Could she 
come over?  Of course.  Could she bring her pillow?  Of course, darling -- youre welcome here.

	I let her in the front door.  Im glad I closed it behind her, because we didnt make it past the 
living room.  We made passionate love on the floor.  She came rapidly, loudly, repeatedly, 
intensely, and brought me to an intense orgasm.  I subdued her with a posthypnotic trigger.

	I moved her to the couch and put on my sweats so I could bring in her things -- she was in 
no condition to do it.  Shed left her car headlights on, the keys in the ignition, and the drivers door 
open -- that pretty well summed up her state of mind.  When I brought in her pillow and two 
suitcases, I noticed the suitcases were not packed in her usual meticulous, precise fashion.  Rather, 
things looked to have been thrown and crammed in.  Dress clothes for work had been thrown across 
the passenger seat.

	The Process so far seems to be a success, from these indications!

	We made love again when we went to bed -- it took her a while to get me erect, which she 
did with her talented mouth and hands.  She went to sleep curled up on my chest, breathing deeply.

Day 5

	Ill have to set the alarm far earlier -- she was ravenous -- both in bed and at the breakfast 
table.  I managed to spend some time at work doing data reduction and analysis from the weekend.  
I spent part of the day on a conference call with our biopharm group discussing the techniques Id 
developed and disclosed.  They were quite interested in their use in production environments.

	She was quite needy when we got home, insisting on making love right away.  Afterwards, 
she fixed us a very nice meal, and cleaned up afterwards.  I set the alarm for earlier in the morning, 
and asked her to give me a massage before we went to bed.  She complied eagerly, but got quite 
carried away when I was on my back.  She loses all control once she gets to a certain point -- its 
quite charming, really.

Day 7

	During dinner this evening (after our lovemaking session when we got home), she told me 
she had to go shopping for clothes -- she needed bigger bras, and other clothes didnt fit any more.  
Shed lost five pounds, and seemingly gained an inch or more on her bust line.  Her hips were fuller, 
her waist trimmer, and overall shed lost body fat.  She stripped down for me during dinner -- 
something shed never do in the past, and the changes really are quite stunning.  I remarked that her 
hair seems more lustrous as well -- and she told me it had grown about a half inch.  She sat naked in 
my lap, and its a wonder we finished the meal shed prepared.

	She goes to yoga classes at lunch time at her office.  She told me shed made more progress 
in terms of flexibility in the last few days than she had in the last few months -- and she attributed 
it to almost getting enough of me.  I thought wed end up on the floor again.  Ive got carpet burns 
on my left shoulder and both knees already.

	We were settling into a bedtime routine -- Id let her give me a massage, starting with 
working on my shoulders, or legs.  By the time I rolled to my back, she would be losing control and 
wed make passionate love, and then curl up together.

Day 8

	An interesting new development this afternoon -- our morning lovemaking was intense, 
Saturday morning giving us the opportunity to take our time.  After a hearty breakfast, she went off 
to do her shopping.  Its remarkable how well she functions some times, and how quickly she loses 
all control in others.  The Process has been quite successful.

	We needed to complete moving her in to my house over the weekend -- she insisted.  So, I 
spent the morning rearranging things in the garage, making room to park her car, and store more of 
her things.  In doing so, I worked up a sweat.

	I was drinking another glass of water in the kitchen when she returned.  She was all smiles, 
talking at high speed about what shed gotten, and wanting to model things for me.  She paused 
about three or four feet away.  I watched her posture and her expression change as she took a deep, 
slow breath.  She smiled and stepped toward me, unbuttoning her blouse.

	I managed to get us to the bedroom -- the floor is hard on my back.

	As has become common, I let her be on top, and she orgasmed the first time after three or 
four strokes.  That first one seems really intense for her -- after that, things are much easier and 
more relaxed.

	But after that first orgasm, as she was riding me, she made a squeaking, laughing noise.  I felt 
dampness on my belly and chest.  I opened my eyes to see her fingering her nipples lightly.  She 
giggled, and put a fingertip to my lips.  She was lactating -- producing milk!

	Ive never been much of a tit man, other than their attractiveness, but after I came and we 
curled up, she held me to a nipple.  Her milk was one of the most delicious things Ive ever tasted, 
and the way she held me was very comforting.  From the sounds she was making, she enjoyed it as 
well.  After a while, she shifted position to let me take care of the other side.  Then we went to 
sleep holding each other.

	Well, thats a very pleasant surprise, she said as we got up, caressing her breasts.

	A delicious surprise, I told her, running a hand over her stomach.  Its amazing how the fat 
has disappeared from her body -- she looked barely twenty, aside from her development.

	She held me.  I hope you liked that -- it looks like youve got another job to do, for a while 
at least.  Is this something I should be worried about?

	I dont think so.  Probably just something to do with a shifting hormone balance.  We could 
do some tests, though, if youd like.  Does it bother you?

	She hugged me.  Not at all.  I like it, and I think you did, too.  I never took you for a tittie 
man.

	I laughed.  I wasnt -- until now.

	We made love on her bed at her place just before dinner.  She didnt have much milk -- she 
helped me check.  She did have some that night when we went to bed, though.  Its quite a nice way 
to go to sleep.

Day 11

	Shes even more dependent on me now.  Its amazing how helpless a woman becomes once 
her hormones take over.  Her breasts are moderately full in the morning.  She wakes before I do, and 
holds me to her, when Im still half asleep, and I empty her breasts before we make love.

	If I dont do it again when we make love when we get home in the evening, shes quite full, 
and in pain by bedtime.  I did that deliberately to her yesterday, and by bedtime she was pleading 
with me.  She goes into trance so well under those circumstances -- such strong conscious and 
subconscious desires to please me.  She confessed that when Im sucking on her, shes having a 
continuous orgasm.

	Shes quite horny after not being with me all day.  So this evening when we got home, we 
made passionate love, and then she held me to her, relieving the delicious pressure in her breasts.  
After that, she let me rest while she prepared our dinner.  I reviewed things for work after dinner, 
while she cleaned up.  We went to bed -- she gave me my massage, rolled me over and made 
passionate love with me, and then held me to her breasts once more.  I think I was asleep partially 
through the first side.

Day 12

	She made the remark as we dried off after our morning lovemaking and shower -- she told 
me I was looking better.  I looked in the mirror, and then checked the scale.  Id lost four pounds.  
Id been pretty hungry at lunch these last few days, but had kept my caloric intake low -- Id been 
worried about putting on weight the last few months.  In response to my questions, she confirmed 
shes lost over ten pounds.  Shes redistributed it very nicely.

	Its got to be her milk thats doing it to me.  Thats the only explanation.  Id cut down my 
breakfast a little to compensate for the morning snack she gives me in bed.  I was eating the usual 
salad for lunch.  Dinner consisted of a helping of breast milk (or is that two helpings?), then our 
meal.

	I seem to have more energy during the day as well.  Ill follow up on this as I can -- I should 
study her milk, and do blood tests on both of us.

	But, thats going to have to wait.  The biopharm folks have gone nuts over my inventions -- 
this is going to revolutionize their production process.  What I did to take micrograms of 
contaminated samples to milligrams of pure material, they envision doing on the kilogram scale.  
Ive been spending far too much time with patent attorneys lately.  With any luck, the last of the 
patent applications will be filed tomorrow.  The good news is this is getting me a substantial bonus 
and stock option grant.

Day 18

	Her menstrual period started on schedule.  This was a relief -- Id been concerned about 
possible interactions with her birth control pills.  Surprisingly, it didnt affect her lactation -- I 
didnt know those pathways could be separated.

	Theres definitely something in her breast milk affecting my metabolism.  Ive dropped 
about 15 pounds, most of it fat.  I have more energy, and have started running at lunch, and using 
the on-site fitness center.  This afternoon Monica, another researcher, asked me what I was doing to 
my hair.  When I asked what she meant, she told me the little bit of gray Id had around the edges 
was gone.  She gave me quite the look.

	I did a weight workout after work, and was amazed.  I was lifting at levels near to what Id 
done years ago, and I was being quite careful and conservative.  I also worked up a sweat, and didnt 
shower afterwards, instead putting on a sweat shirt and sweat pants to drive home in.

	That had the desired effect on Cindy when I got home.  I went into the bedroom and pulled 
off my sweats.  Soon shed pulled the rest of my clothes off and was devouring me.  I didnt even 
have to prompt her -- she took me in her mouth, brought me to an intense orgasm, and sucked me 
dry.  Then she held me to a nipple, and moaned as I sucked on her.  She left me semiconscious on 
the bed and fixed us dinner.

	Over dinner she asked if Id enjoyed that.  I told her I had indeed.  She told me she was glad, 
as thats what I was going to get for the next few days, like it or not.

	She was a little gentler at bedtime, teasing me by rubbing my cock between her breasts 
before taking me in her mouth to finish me off.  That left me delirious as she held me for my 
bedtime snack.

Day 22

	Her period is over.  We made love this morning like weve never made love before.  And 
after we showered, I was ready to go again, throwing her on her stomach on the bed, and biting her 
neck as I rode her.  Shes eager to try any position I suggest, and shows initiative, although her 
favorite seems to be on top of me.

	Both our bodies and metabolisms have changed.  We went for a run after breakfast.  We both 
had amazing stamina.  Have I hit the fountain of youth here?  I told her of my weight workouts, 
getting strength back so quickly.  She told me of her progress in yoga, gaining flexibility and strength 
at a pace which amazed her instructors.  When we got home, we made love on the floor.  I dived 
down between her legs, feeling her sweaty thighs slide around my head, then sliding up into her, 
feeling her legs wrap around mine, coming together with her as we kissed.

	We went out to lunch, and then did more clothes shopping -- for both of us.  My pants 
werent staying up, and many of the shirts I had were tight across the shoulders.

	We went out to dinner that night.

	Tom, she said during dinner, Im thinking of giving up the lease on my townhouse, if its 
okay with you.

	I smiled and held her hand.  Id been thinking about her a lot the last few days.  My initial 
plan was to prove the Process, and turn her into a sex slave.  Id certainly achieved that goal.  What 
was my next goal?  Another slave?  I could barely keep up with one, although my stamina had been 
amazing the last few days.

	Thats fine with me.  Are you happy? I asked.

	She laughed and smiled, then pulled at her top a little.  Other than being full, Ive never 
been happier.

	I smiled.  Feel like dessert?

	She growled, I know what youre having for dessert.

	She was ravenous when we got home.  I used one of her triggers to relax her -- I had to 
repeat it, which told me I needed to spend time on reinforcement.  I reinforced the basic triggers as I 
fingered her to orgasm.  She was mine, body and soul. -- or was she?  I told her she needed to please 
me, reinforcing that, and brought her up again.

	She rolled me to my stomach and massaged me quite nicely.  When she rolled me to my 
back, she massaged me and teased me very well -- I was surprised she didnt lose control.  She had 
me quite aroused, even dizzy, when she took me inside her.  She rode me slowly, and held me to a 
delicious nipple as she rocked us both to orgasm.  I went to sleep in her arms.

Day 23

	I only wake up partially in the morning when she pulls me to her.  Its so comforting to 
relax in her embrace as I suck on her.  And after we change sides, and shes getting close to empty, 
her hand starts roaming over my body, and soon Im more awake, and inside her.  And she does it 
without prompting.

	After breakfast, we went running again.  We talked about work.  I told her Id been spending 
a lot of time working on inventions.  I seemed to be more productive, more focused at work lately.  
When I said that, she laughed.  She told me shed never felt more focused and intense in her life -- 
shed turned things upside down at work, reorganizing things, and saving the company quite a bit of 
money in the process. She owed it all to me.  There was a board meeting coming up in a few days, 
and she expected a big promotion and a raise.

	I stopped and held her hands.  I asked her if shed quit and be my kept woman, making a 
passion pit for us, and staying sexy.  She smiled and said she would if thats what I wanted.  I 
kissed her.  She moaned through our lips as she inhaled, inhaling the sweat off my face.  I wanted 
her.  I felt so strong, so virile.  We ran back to the house, and were soon rolling on the bed.  I had her 
on her back, sucking on her breasts, feeling our sweat covered bodies sliding together, feeling her legs 
wrap around me and squeeze me.  I moved up and in to her, and her head went back.  Her body 
twitched in what was almost a seizure as I slid in and out of her, bringing her to that rapid and 
colossal first orgasm.

	We slid apart after I came, both panting.  She started kissing my arms, my chest, my 
stomach.  She took m limp cock in her mouth, and licked and sucked on it.  My hand found one of 
her nipples, and rolled it gently between my fingers.  She moaned and shuddered.  She pulled her 
head away slowly, then kissed my cock.  She put her head down near my crotch.  I heard her 
whisper, Please keep me.  I put an arm around her and held her.

Day 35

	My weight has stabilized, as has Cindys.  I lost around 25 pounds, and she lost 17.  I did a 
hormone study on my blood -- by those results, Im 16 or 17 years old.  I may have even grown a 
little taller.  Blood pressure and resting heart rate for both of us are remarkably low.  My body fat 
percentage was down to around 7 percent.  Her body fat percentage is around 13 percent -- low for 
a woman, but her body is stunning.  Her hair has a luster thats astounding, and her bust has 
stabilized at a gravity defying 36DD.  She can wear a normal bra most of the time, but when shes 
around me, she needs to wear little pads, or she soaks things through.  I find it quite attractive.

	Shes had many men make passes at her, but shes only interested in me.  Weve gone to 
more parties, both of us getting invited to parties more often.  She makes a point of telling other 
men that she belongs to me, and showing off her figure.

	At work, weve both gotten promotions, raises, and bonuses.  Its obvious theres been 
significant shift in mental acuity in both of us.

	But her mental acuity goes out the window so easily, and she turns into my sex slave.  She 
needs me so much in the morning, and at night.  Shes told me how much she needs our routine in 
the morning, and at night -- holding, making love, emptying her breasts.  More than once Ive caught 
her when doing our laundry, holding one of my T-shirts, or a pair of underwear up to her face, 
breathing heavily, and turning in surprise to see me, and practically ripping my clothes off.  Her 
past inhibitions have disappeared.

	The Process has been a resounding success.  What now?  Should I take on another slave?  
Monica has been flirting with me at work, especially since she saw me working out in the gym.  Ive 
thought about taking her at lunch for a quickie.  Shes somewhat overweight -- the Process would do 
her good.  How could I commercialize it, make money on it?  Im not sure.  Ill have to think about 
it.

	But right now, its bedtime.  Cindy is kneeling at my feet and moaning that I need to take 
care of her breasts.  I can smell her milk -- its soaked through her nightie, and it makes me so 
hungry for her.  I do enjoy my bedtime snack, and going to sleep in her arms.  I havent slept so 
well in years, or woken up so nicely.  I really should study whats in her milk that made the change 
in me -- if I could commercialize that, Id make a lot of money.  Of course with my new stock 
options and bonuses, Ill be a multimillionaire in a year anyway.  Ill have to think about where the 
Process goes from here.

Day 42

	Im now a Research Fellow, free to work on whatever I want.  So far Ive kept my ongoing 
above and below board programs going.  Ive got a small group now, expanding on my differential 
amplification technique.  Ive come up with some interesting variations -- it all seems so simple.

	Cindy has also been promoted, to VP of Finance at her company.  She showed me a tape of 
an interview she did for a financial news program -- she looked intense, and so sexy.  We were 
standing in the living room, sipping wine as we watched the tape.  She was so proud of herself.  I 
slipped my right hand into my pants, picking up my scent.  When the tape ended, I took my hand 
out and held it in front of her face.  She took a breath, and her eyes fluttered.  I whispered in her ear, 
Suck me.  She moaned and went down on her knees, complying with enthusiasm.

	There were some tradeoffs I could have made in her chemistry that might have impaired her 
higher order brain function -- Im glad I avoided those.  Our morning routine has changed.  She 
wakes early, holds and suckles me for a while, then gets up letting me sleep.  She goes in and trades 
stocks for an hour and a half or two hours, then comes back to bed.  I empty her breasts, and we 
make love.  We shower together, and I fix us breakfast while she gets in a little more trading.  We 
started with half of our bonus money -- weve cashed out ten times that already, and have a very 
substantial portfolio -- all in my name, thanks to a few carefully worded posthypnotic suggestions 
implanted as she was on the verge of orgasm.

	Shes become quite charming -- she crawls naked back into bed with me in the morning, and 
Ill ask her how shes doing.  Shell start spouting off on margins and stocks and whats moving, 
and Ill slide a hand between her legs gently, and she moans and hugs me to a nipple.  At that stage, 
I dont think she could tell me nine times seven -- hormones totally in control.

	I finally got some Otis Short Form IQ tests from Ben at work.  My IQ has gone up about 
twenty five points.  From Cindys SAT and GMAT scores, Id say her increase is about the same, 
possibly higher.  Her increase had to be mediated by the endocrine and hormonal changes The 
Process brought about.  But mine?  That has to be from her milk.  Clearly, something in her milk has 
brought about the beneficial changes Ive experienced, and enjoyed.

	I need to study that.  I need to do another trial.  I dont think Monica is the one.  Im 
thinking of someone younger, like Joann perhaps -- shes a secretary, just out of junior college, 
unattached with no family in the area.  Shed make a good housekeeper for us.  Shes somewhat 
skinny on top, so it would be a good test -- after a certain point, does increasing bust size decrease 
intelligence?  Inquiring minds want to know....  Shes got good legs.  Her bottom could be a bit 
bigger.  Shes been making eyes at me.  The Process needs to develop further.

To Be Continued 
Rev 10/7/2000


The Process 
By silli_artie at hotmail dot com 
http://www.asstr.org/~artie
