The Shrinking
cw: dronification, evil double dom, drugging, physical restraint, mild breath control, medical play, brainwashing, evil scientists
Warm, soft thighs on your hips draw you back to consciousness.
I lean over, My heavy chest drops on you, pushing half the air out of your lungs.
“Oh, no little toy, We can’t have you waking up just yet”, a warm, raspy whisper makes your hair stand on end. You blink rapidly trying to clear your blurry vision; your brow furrows as you succumb to the fragrance radiating off My skin. The smell contradicts the little logic you managed to salvage. It’s comforting, overpowering, poisoning; it’s suffusing your mind, making you drowsier by the second.
Before a word can slip out of your lips, you start to drift away, into a dream like state. Aware of My presence and voice but unable to open your eyes or speak. All the fear you had seems melted off your shoulders yet your heartbeat pounds rapidly in your chest. You are lost in My space, defenseless against My control. You remember what resistance is, but how to is completely lost on you. All your brain can do is send waves of pleasure through your nervous system. Each wave calming you, arousing you, distracting you from the shrinking.
“ZChip activate," My command sounded muffled, like your head was lost in a cardboard box. Completely blocked off from the room your body lays in. Yet still, you have no emotional shift. You feel a peaceful acceptance, an arousing purpose that you don’t need to understand. The more you accept these pleasant thoughts the deeper you drift into this space. My chest releases you, allowing you to take a big deep breath. I grin, dragging my nails along your expanding torso. "That's right, biggg, deep breath for Me" you moan desperately as a cold, fluorescent green fluid fills the extra space your brain once occupied.
“The subjects brain has shrunk 33% more than the last test run. Maximum CSF capacity increased more than double. 162.5 mL of Zeratonin has replaced the missing brain matter. Commencing enhanced glymphatic system cycle #18”, the muffled voice continues, pulling your attention with each word. You remember that voice, the arousal it awakens in you...
“That’s right, drone. Dr. Z is taking good care of you. When you wake up you’ll be even better for Us.” My velvet voice, so sinister sweet, hushes you as Dr. Z laughs softly.
That laugh.
That voice.
The rushing cold fluid.
Everything sends you spinning, intertwining you once again with mindless arousal and the consuming unconsciousness.
