Dr. Jenny Calvin - Self Rationalization Waves

DAY 1

"How do we test it?" I ask.

Sylvester rubs his beard in thought, then shrugs. "Unless we want to get anyone else involved we are going to have to test it on ourselves."

"You can't be serious!" I exclaim, thinking of the possible side-effects and long term implications for us if we've made any kind of mistake in the design of the device.

"I'm very serious." He stares at me, holding my gaze with an intensity that is unsettling. The lab is now silent except for Sylvester's low rumbling voice. "Trust me. Let me do it my way and let me test it on you."

"What?!" I stare back at him incredulously. "Why me? Why not you?"

He grimaces and stares at the machine. I turn my head to follow his gaze and notices that it is turned on and directed towards me. I feel my blood run cold as I realize what he's just attempted and I jump to grab the controls and turn it all off.

"You motherfucker!" I scream after a few seconds, furious with him for doing such a thing without my consent but also at myself for not noticing the usual humming of the machine.

"So?" He asks with a calculating smile. "Do you feel like letting me test the prototype on you?"

I freeze, about to slap his face, but the scientist in me makes me examine the situation. Did it work? Am I falling for his suggestion?

"Definitely not!" I finally respond after probing my mind. "Thank god it didn't work this time! What were you thinking? That you could just take advantage of the situation?"

"It was either you or me." He states matter-of-factly. "If one had to eventually control the other, I was hoping it would be me."

"Oh so this is where we're at, now?" I ask angrily. "And here I thought we were friends." I lie.

"We are..." He says as he slowly stands up from the chair he'd been sitting in earlier. His eyes are dark and hard; there is no trace of mirth or friendliness left within them. "But what we've made is dangerous. What we've made is power."

"What we've made doesn't work..." I argue weakly, feeling helpless under the intense glare Sylvester gives me as he stalks over to me.

"Not yet..." He continues as if reading my thoughts. "But it doesn't mean it wont ever work."

I let myself fall backwards into a nearby chair to escape his piercing gaze. My head hurts and I rub my temples as I think about the situation.

He is dangerous. I've always known that. Brilliant, but dangerous. I wish he wasn't the only person in the world who could help me finish my invention. I wish I didn't have to feel his predatory gaze on me every single day as his eyes scan every curve of my body. However I am left with ****. He's right. This machine is power. And not matter how much I try to lie, I want it at least as much as he does. But now we're stuck in a stalemate. Mice and rats only go so far when your ultimate goal is to bend the human brain to your will. Bringing anyone else to the project is a slippery slope. Even if we try to hide what we are doing, it would still bring too many unknowns. He wont let me experiment on him and I wont let him experiment on me. Someone will have to compromise for the sake of science.

"Alright." I say resignedly after a few seconds of silent thought. "We'll do it your way."

For the first time in weeks he seems unable to hide his emotions. Surprise spreads across his face followed by excitement. Just a couple seconds, though, and he returns to normal, as stoic as before.

"I knew you were smart, but you are smarter than I expected." He grins at me.

"Someone has to compromise and I have a feeling it wont be you." I chuckle bitterly.

"And you trust me not to take advantage of you?" He asks curiously.

"I do..." I reply after thinking about it for a couple seconds. He's a jerk, a sociopath, ready to do anything to get what he wants, but he needs me just as much as I need him. If we make the machine work he'll have plenty of other women to turn into his obedient sex slaves. Despite his obvious attraction for me he's managed to remain at bay for the past six months. Surely he could wait a bit more to make sure we finish things properly.

He smiles again, another very brief expression this time. "I'm glad we agree." His tone is serious.

He invites me to get closer to the projector once again and turns to the controls.

"What? You want to try again, now?" I ask with confusion in my voice. "It didn't work earlier."

"It did." He says calmly.

"It didn't..." I protest in disbelief. What could make him think such a thing? "What? You think I decided to trust you because you told me to?"

He nods silently, his eyes locked on mine. He is studying me. I'm definitely his test subject, now.

"This is absurd!" I complain loudly.

"Then you wont mind me giving it another shot." He smirks at me from behind the mask of his glasses. I stare back at him confusedly but still decide to position myself in front of the projector as he starts turning up the intensity of the machine's humming and pulses.

"So?" I finally ask him when he's done. "What's on your mind, this time?"

"Positive reinforcement." He answers plainly. "You love testing the machine. You always let me test it on you."

I sigh. "And once again it seems obvious the machine isn't working because this certainly isn't enjoyable."

"Maybe..." He admits. "I guess the only way to be sure is to provide you with a suggestion you wouldn't normally accept yourself."

I frown at his answer. He has a point and I don't think I'm risking much here, knowing our prototype clearly isn't functional yet, but the idea of having him make me do something I wouldn't normally do sends shivers down my spine. The scientist in me warns against such thoughts however. I trust him. Surely he wouldn't go for anything too preposterous. Worst case scenario, if it works in one direction it's likely it could be fixed afterwards.

"Well?" I ask after a few seconds of silence while we look into each other's eyes intently.

"When it's only the two of us, in this lab, you prefer to be topless."

"What?!" I burst out laughing at the absurdity of the statement, but then quickly catch myself realizing the full meaning of what he said. "Are you serious?!"

He grins at me wickedly. "You've rejected my advances more than enough times in the past for me to know this isn't something you would normally do."

"Fair enough." I nod. I trust him to do it his way and it's not like it's ever going to happen at this stage anyway. "And obviously you would enjoy the sight." I add with sarcasm.

"No one said we couldn't combine the pleasant and the useful." He smirks at me, still staring into my eyes with that predatory gaze of his. "In fact, we could make it ever more enjoyable for the both of us."

"Oh?" I mockingly raise an eyebrow. "What could you possibly have in mind?"

His eyes gleam with a lustful desire as they follow every curve of my body under my lab coat. "You are perfectly fine with me touching your breasts any way I want."

"Right..." I reply awkwardly. "And how is that supposed to be enjoyable for me?"

"Because you love it when I touch your breasts."

"Obviously..." I sigh, exasperated by his childishness. "Is that all or do you have any other lewd suggestions in store for me?"

"This should be more than enough for today." He concludes, turning the machine off once again.

"Well..." I mumble as I stretch my arms out behind me to loosen up. "The only thing you managed to give me is a huge headache."

"Sorry about that..." He replies calmly. "It seems you were correct and the machine still needs some work."

I breath deeply to calm myself down after his last sentence. I have to admit that I too am disappointed. I wouldn't have minded finding myself more comfortable with nudity if it had led us one step closer towards finishing this project... 'tits for tat' I think, giggling. Well, at least, and despite feeling my heart beat behind my skull, I have to say I had fun playing the guinea pig. I loved testing the machine!

"Maybe we need to realign the wavelengths?" I suggest as we both get back to work. He gets on his knees in front of an open panel and starts examining the circuits inside as I stand in front of a mess of schematics.

"Maybe..." He replies, absentmindedly. "But I don't know if that would make such a difference."

I groan as I try to focus despite my headache and a growing uneasiness. I'm feeling hot and constrained in my lab coat. I'm becoming increasingly aware of my bra cutting into me underneath it. 'I would seriously feel more comfortable topless...' I tell myself as I think about Sylvester's suggestion. He presented at as something absurd I wouldn't ever do. Men... Do they even realize how painful it is wearing a bra all day long?

Finally, after thinking about it for a few minutes and because I'm unable to focus on my work at this point, I open my coat and unclasp my bra. I let it drop to the floor and sigh heavily as I feel my two huge breasts finally bounce free from their confinement. It definitely is more comfortable that way! If he's going to ogle me no matter what there is no reason for me to abstain.

"Jenny?" Sylvester asks curiously a moment later as he finally notices my state of undress. "Are you alright?"

"Oh don't you start getting ideas!" I scold him as I cross my arms over my tits to cover them. "I know what you are thinking and this has nothing to do with your suggestion!"

"I see..." He smirks at me as if seeing through my words and coming to some kind of conclusion. "Can I touch them?"

"What..." I mumble, surprised by his request but not entirely opposed to the idea. The guy has been obsessed with my breasts for as long as I've known him. In fact, I think the first time we met face to face he spent twice as long staring at my cleavage than my eyes. You always want what you can't have. Maybe he'd get bored of them quickly enough once he actually had a taste... Either way as long as it didn't stop us from working I don't really see why I couldn't let him have his fun with my tits. "You know what?" I finally say. "Go for it! I don't really care to be honest."

Sylvester wastes no time and grabs one breast in each hand before squeezing them while I return my attention to the sheet I'm holding. He shakes them and groan as he ends up diving head first into my cleavage and licking and sucking on my nipples like a starved man. He moans as he kisses every inch of my flesh around those hard little buds and I can't help but shiver under his touch. After a moment, however, he looks up at me. "And you still don't think you are under the effects of my suggestions?"

"No," I reply honestly, somewhat disappointed as I would have liked for the machine to work.

"And you don't find it surprising that, so far, you have followed every one of my suggestion?" He insists while making my boobs bounce up and down with his hands.

"Well what can I say? Maybe you are to blame for making actual good suggestions."

"So even if you look at it as a scientist, with a critical eye, you still see no sign that our prototype has worked on you?"

I sigh and take the time to consider what he is saying. Despite my behavior being obviously not the result of his suggestions, I have to recognize that from his point of view it seems the machine has performed successfully. "Anecdotal evidence." I explain. "Just because a few of my actions could be the result of the control waves acting on my mind doesn't necessarily mean that they are. Causality vs casualty. We do not have enough data to conclude anything at this point."

"But you feel like they aren't?" He asks while continuing to play with my tits. It seems if he is ever going to get bored of that it is probably not going to happen anytime soon. I can't complain, though, they are sore and it feels good when he squeezes them.

"Indeed." I confirm with another sigh. "Everything I did after being exposed to the machine seems perfectly rational to me." I wish I could say the same about his behavior...

"Then I guess we'll have to try again to collect more data." He finally concludes before giving both my breasts a slap.

"Indeed." I gasp, moaning. I have to say... I love when he plays with my breasts.