Growing Ambition

The rest of month went swimmingly as I continued with my two projects.

I met Hana a few times a week and continued her redesign into my personal firecracker submissive. One of my favorite innovations with her was introducing a long line of malicious bullies - male and female - into her past that made her even less sure of herself, and more desirous to find a protector. Now when we worked on our projects together, she deferred to my advice whenever I offered it, whether it was solicited or not.

A side effect was that Hana no longer found joy in attracting the same kind of attention she had before. She liked blending into the background these days, avoiding interacting with others, and going unnoticed. Part of that included wearing longer skirts, baggier sweaters and jackets, and refusing any invitation to a party or social event I wasn't also attending. She'd also taken to letting her silken black hair hang loose, where it often obscured one eye.

Of course I missed those tight little skirts on Hana's pert behind, so I resolved to address the problem eventually. Yet it kept slipping my mind during our training sessions. Since I now knew what Hana's tight body was like beneath her stylish clothing, I'd become less interested in what Hana wore, and more interested in taking it off.

I didn't quite want to admit it, but the fact was that I enjoyed that Hana these days came off as a prudish wallflower, and only truly came alive when she was with me in private. It was a like owning a locket with a precious gem inside only I knew was there.

Hana's ongoing personality changes were, of course, only secondary to her sexual intensity training. Each time we had sex, I gave Hana the most profound orgasm she'd ever had, thanks to the multiplicative context of her enhanced memories.

Still, even the mind-blowing orgasms I gave Hana each time we fooled around were a fraction of the pleasure of her exaggerated memories. It took a post-coital editing session to bring each of our encounters in line with the rest.

With enough time, and repetitions, however, I was confident I could train Hana's body (and mind) to match the sexual intensity she remembered, zero shot, no editing required. When we got to that point... well, I wasn't sure whether I'd find something else to work on with her, or if I'd pronounce her finished.

As for Leah, my childhood friend was far from finished, but what I was trying with her was incredibly ambitious in comparison with Hana.

I'd decided not to give Leah any of her original memories back - not until I'd completed her core training. Instead, over the past month, I'd meticulously spent time with her at the end of each day, curating every memory she made alone or with me. I fine-tuned her each and every memories (and by extension her) to suit my vision, not allowing a single out of place detail to remain in her head.

Logistically, pursing a project like this was a pain. Leah was too impressionable and limited to be trusted outside the house unaccompanied, and would be for some time. I had **** but to drop her out of college and quit her job so she could stay home full time, in a controlled environment. This made rent a bitch and a half to deal with, but between Leah and I, we had some savings till I had to make a decision there.

I was confident I could restore her employment and progress toward her degree - I'd only need to pay a visit to a handful of professors and administrators with the helmet. However, her family and friends were the true difficulty.

Leah followed any script I handed to her excellently, but she did require coaching to get the old 'Leah' tone right. I supervised her phone calls and texts with anyone who reached out to her, concocting various excuses about burnout and needing to take a break. Sometimes I had to pull a memory or two out of storage, but it's surprising how often a vague reply is all it takes to put someone at ease.

For those persistent enough to actually come visit Leah at our house, a quick session with the helmet ensured they left refreshed, happy, and irrefutably certain Leah was doing well. That, or they left not knowing Leah at all, which helped tied off loose ends for her more isolated and obscure friends - at least for the time being. I kept a list of everyone I altered, and kept a meticulous double-backup that I'd restore to everyone once Leah's progress had been cemented.

Thankfully, the frequency of calls and visits for Leah had greatly petered off over the past few weeks. A few more months of this treatment, and I was confident the calls and visits for Leah would stop altogether. I could focus totally on re-educating her to suit my purposes, then.

And so, between Leah and Hana, the semester's end was rapidly approaching with all the side-hustles I'd taken on.

I finished a reduced version of my program to turn into my CS professor, one that tagged and sorted images via AI. It was a shadow of the true system, but nonetheless an impressive accomplishment given the original requirements of the assignment.

Yet, with my extended projects with Hana and Leah going so well, my other courses just weren't exciting me like they used to. Sure, I'd graduate soon, and that was exciting, but with the capabilities at my fingertips, I could reach for so much more.

My horizons weren't limited by classes, grades, or even future job offers now. The only limiting factor for my future success was my mastery of the memory filtration system I'd given birth to.

What I'd accomplished with my beta testers, Hana and Leah, was nothing short of remarkable. But as my confidence grew, so did my ambitions.

I needed to learn more and grow my skills. To do that, I needed more data. More testers. More projects.

The desire to find additional beta testers (and to continue Leah and Hana's development) became the primary driving **** getting me out of bed and out the door each day. And I had a feeling that soon, I'd find just what I was looking for.

((OOC: The purpose of this chapter is to provide a jumping-off point for whatever miscellaneous branch a prospective author might like to write, not necessarily following Hana or Leah's stories. I have my own ideas, but hope this helps someone else leap the hurdle of writing theirs.))