He ramped up her training quickly.

Gary walked over to the side of the living room, slightly out of the way. He said, "So you say that hot set of walking tits is hiding in the bathroom? Go tell her it's safe to come out now."

You went to the bathroom and gently knocked on the door. "Jennifer? You can come out now. He's gone."

The door opened, and Jennifer stood there, looking relieved. She'd never really warmed up to you much, but she liked you a hell of a lot better than Gary, and in that moment she was relieved to see you. "Oh, thank god! I don't think I could have taken another visit from him. Last time he stared at my chest and made jokes about my bra size for ten minutes."

"Yeah, he's a real pervert," you said as you lead her back into the living room.

As soon as she walked into the room, Gary stepped forward and said, "Hello, sugar tits!"

"Ah!" said Jennifer with a startled jump. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were here. Um, hello, Mr. Henderson."

"Please, call me Gary!" he said, weirdly rubbing his big belly.

It was a small command, but Jennifer still resisted a little. She'd never wanted to get friendly with her disgusting neighbor, but the app was able to make this small order stick. "Uh, okay. Gary."

"Much better!" said Gary. "We're all friends here, right?"

"Well... sure. Friends," said Jennifer politely.

You knew she was faking and just being polite, but even that was a triumph for the mind control. She hated the guy.

"Now, why don't you be a good hostess and get me a drink. You're a good hostess, aren't you?"

Normally, Jennifer would have made up an excuse to go hide in her room by now. Instead, she said, "Yes. I'll get you a beer." Then she went to the kitchen to get it.

Gary made a triumphant, disgusting face at you as he sat down. She brought him his beer, then stood nervously for a moment before she said, "Um, I'll just let you two talk. I'll be in my-"

"Don't go!" said Gary. "Stay here and keep me company, like a good hostess. You like making your guests happy, right!"

"Um, yeah, I guess." She sat down in the farthest chair from Gary.

"You especially like making me happy. You're very respectful to older men, right? So you always want to make me happy."

"Um..." she fought it for a moment, but couldn't resist. "Yes. I like... making you happy."

He leaned closer to her and grinned like a maniac. "You've actually got a thing for older men, don't you?"

She squirmed in her seat. "A... thing... no, I don't-"

"You have a thing for older men. Admit it."

"I... I..."

"Say it, Jennifer. You have a thing for older men."

"I... have a thing for older men."

"You think we have hot bodies."

"Yes... they have hot bodies." Jennifer's eyes almost glazed over, but the answers came faster as her resistance weakened.

"Especially my hot body. My hot body really gets you wet."

She examined the older man. His sixty year old skin had the beginnings of light spots. His belly was huge. Somehow, she felt differently about all this than she had before. "Yes, you... make me..."

"Wet. I'm the hottest man you've ever seen, and I make you wet, you little slut!"

"You make me... wet. I'm a little... slut?"

Gary clapped his hands in excitement. "Yes, that's right! Except you're not a little slut, you're a huge slut! Say it! Admit that you're a huge slut who's been temping me with her hot body and needs me to fuck her!"

Jennifer paused, making one more effort to resist his commands.