Actually, she's exhausted. And as for the rule...

Veronica lay draped over John's lap, softening cock still in her pussy. Her head was collapsed into John's shoulder. She was livid. She knew she shouldn't be, though. The moment she got her diagnosis, she knew what was going to happen to her. She even yelled at him yesterday, told him to do it. She couldn't blame him for not seeing her as a person. Still, she was still fucking pissed. But John may not even have noticed at this point, collapsed as she was on top of him. Annoyingly, his cock still in her meant that she was still super sensitive, which meant that she had to struggle to stop herself from playing with her sensitive lips by occasionally sucking on his ear or...

She stopped when she realized that she was, despite being angry, accidentally kissing his head deeply. She pulled back. "Alright." She said. "You're right. That was fucked up. You heard me tell you I was afraid of people rejecting my personhood. And then you told me to speak about myself in the third person as your object. You tortured me until I did, actually. I get that it was for my own benefit, but fuck. That was so fucked up." She would have stood up off his dick and stormed off, but for two facts. First, she really did still need John, and she was actively trying to mentally learn to treat sex as something pedestrian and not a significant thing she needed to care about - sorta like shaking a hand or something. The second is that with his dick in her she was still... erm... quite horny still, and she didn't want to miss the opportunity that he might stiffen once again.

John nodded. "Before I start - don't forget to use the third person, Ver. I can swap back and forth, but you have to learn to do it EVERY single time. Anyway, really need to apologize to you about that. I had the thought that fake pain doesn't matter. But it does, and I was wrong. I'm sorry about that. I wont cause you pain anymore while I'm conditioning you. I'm truly, deeply sorry about that. I'll use positive reinforcement only - or the removal of that positive reinforcement, at worst."

"Like a dog." Ver said sullenly.

"Like a PET." John said as he thrust up into her. He was still soft, so the effect wasn't what he was going for. Still, Veronica shuddered at the word with a haze of sexual shame. "But as for the rule itself? It's for your benefit." John appreciated that he wouldn't have to waste time convincing her. But it really was true.

"Listen - I trust you, and... erm... uh... this... erm... your slut believes you. Why wouldn't I? You're basically family. But... seriously, how? How on earth does this not make things worse for me? Won't this make them dehumanize me even more?" She felt one of her organs sort of... shift around, moving his softening cock inside her. They both jumped a little at the sensation.

"First things first, I'm going to give you a reward. A big one, because it's your first time speaking correctly unprompted! I'm so proud of you. Here you go: you are now immune to injury and disease of any kind, you feel like I secretly hired an expert masseuse to massage your whole body for the last 24 hours straight, and... you're going to cum NOW."

Veronica's face moved through three phases very rapidly. First she gave a bit of a startle, as if she hadn't expected his first reward. Clearly, she thought he was talking about something like "more cum" or whatever. That could be turned into a reward, but he wanted to rewire her brain here. After he finished his second part of the reward, she immediately sagged onto John's lap even more, as if every muscle had been paralyzed and massaged for hours, all at the same time. Then, Veronica's eyes flew open and she started to shake.

John gave it some thought while she twitched on top of him. He sure was in this situation a lot. Hmm. Anyway, despite what he had just said - she wasn't really immune to disease or injury now. But insofar as much as placebo can render someone resistant to disease and injury, she now was. He couldn't magically change her body, after all. But he could change her mind. And to an fairly **** extent, her mind can change her body. Tell someone that you're giving them muscle pills, and they will develop a little more muscle than someone who you didn't lie to. Placebo has POWER. He could do more than even that, though. If men could take estrogen and grow tits, then he had the power to do that and more to her. Anything to do with perception, cognition, and a lot of her body mechanics and composition - he could alter as he wanted. He had that power, and he intended to use it - but for good. When he was done with her - well, she wouldn't be invincible, but over the coming weeks he would expect her immune system to get stronger and stronger, her bones to get denser, her skin to get both softer and stronger, and so on. He would be making a lot of improvements, actually, mostly doled out slowly as "rewards" for when she was adjusting well to what the world would expect from her in her new life. She may have a hard life ahead of her, but he could adapt her for it. Speaking of which...

"But back to the question you asked? Why can't you speak in the first person ever again? Because we need to outright prepare you for your new life. We're going to have to do this in a lot of ways, actually. We honestly don't have a lot of time if you're going to survive with decent quality of life going forwards. Speaking of which, why don't you go ahead and lie down face down on the bed."

Veronica, still more relaxed than she'd been in years, flumphed back into the bed like a sack of potatoes. She felt John's hands on her ass for a moment, then turned around to see him start to push his tongue deep into her anus while spreading her ass cheeks apart REALLY far. Hooolly shit that felt weird.

"I don't get you, John -" Veronica said. John heard the personal pronoun, but didn't respond. He also heard her use his name, but did nothing about it. He felt good about it, too - to condition her he decided to use a variable ratio reward structure with pure positive reinforcement. Honestly, sorta similar to dealing with a dog. He didn't think it, but what he was doing was exactly analogous to ignoring a dog barking while rewarding good behavior. It wouldn't take long, and she'd be speaking properly. He just quietly licked at her ass while she spoke, pushing his tongue against the walls of her anus and stretching her out.

Veronica continued, "Your tongue feels incredible back there. Fuck, that's almost a bit too deep. But I don't get you. Anyone else in this situation, and I'm the one doing the rimming - probably all day. And tomorrow, and the next day. What the hell? Mmmm... fuck."

"I told you, Veronica." John seemed to be holding her cheeks wide and speaking normally... into her ass. His tongue swirled around and bumped into her gaping asshole with each word. Frankly, it made him downright impossible to ignore. "And I know you have AGS, but this really is the absolute truth, I promise. And Veronica, note that I'm using your name here. You matter. I care about you, Veronica. Everything I've done since I've got on that website - removing your pronouns, making you call me master, forcing my cock past your throat barrier and sorta **** you, this ass-eating right here, waking you up with a cock in your mouth, introducing you to the rules, even the ill-advised negative reinforcement in the way of the icy-hot **** yesterday - all of that, I promise you, has been not just for you, but for your survival. If I hadn't done that - or, even worse, if I had kept going on as I had when you first showed up with the mind-melting orgasms until you pass out - you would have died. As surely as if I'd killed you myself."

Veronica's eyes boggled. How on earth....

"Even though I'm doing this all as a favor for you, I'm also still glad you use my bidet all the time." He laughed as he went back to tonguing deep into her ass, leaving her to process his words.

After a few moments, she just looked back at him. It was so weird, having absolutely no idea how it could possibly be true, yet also having total faith in every single word John said. It was almost... religious? She enjoyed the increasingly pleasant feeling of John's tongue swimming around her ass for just a few more moments before uttering a single... "huh?"