A fancy office

You have some faint, diluted memories of being woken up and walking around, but you don’t really come to until you’re sitting in an office. It’s familiar. You’ve been here before… Oh right! This is the Team Rocket leader’s office! That’s bad, though, isn’t it?

Suddenly, a hand snaps its fingers in front of your face a couple times. “Finally ready to join the meeting, are we?”

You recognize that voice for sure. It’s that mean Team Rocket lady. You shake your head and try to fully comprehend what’s around you, but your brain just isn’t cooperating. You’re sitting in a chair and both your limbs are tied to it. The boss is standing in front of you, and there’s a TV behind her… What else are you missing?

Status Gained: Completely ****

The boss continues. “If you’re this far gone, you must have been pretty close to a moronic bimbo the day you got here. Indeed, that’s the impression I got from you, even if you insisted otherwise.”

Her words are way too complicated. You just ask her, “What about Officer Jenny? And Professor Stump?”

The woman looks at you with exasperation, then looks to her side at a guard standing in the doorway. He answers, “She’s talking about her mentor with the glasses, and that police bitch we found snooping around last week.”

She looks back at you with a strange and sympathetic, but untrustworthy, expression. “Aww, you sweet thing! Even in your situation, you’re still worrying about others? Well, worry not. Your ‘professor’ will be very happy, and very full, for a very long time. As for the cop, she’s having a conversation with some of my men right now. I expect she’ll have a lot to tell them, and in turn, they’ll make her very happy too! But you, my dear, get to be the happiest of all. Because you get to join Team Rocket!”

Huh? “Do I… want that?” you ask.

“You certainly do! And here’s several hours’ worth of reasons why.” She turns the TV on and takes out a big, buzzing, pink dildo. “Here you go, my dear,” she coos as she slides it easily into your permanently-leaking pussy. You moan shamelessly. “You’re so much cuter when you’re dumb and obedient. I knew I saw something in you. It was just a matter of getting rid of all those ideals and inhibitions. But now…” She pats you on the head. “…you’re going to be the cutest, dumbest, and bustiest member of Team Rocket! I’ll leave you alone with the propaganda and check on your uniform. I’m sure you’ll love it!”

She leaves you to watch videos on the TV while the guard waits in the doorway. One of the videos even features you. Watching a video of yourself suspended upside-down, telling you to join Team Rocket to avoid her fate, is especially convincing. If you want to be happy, it really doesn’t seem like there’s much choice.