His sister follows him to college

It was the memories of his sophomore year, however, that truly made him smile, for it was then that his sister Sucktoy--thanks to the Book, her name had never been Alice--followed him to college, and he was called into the Dean's office about a week before the semester started.

It was not, however, just the Dean who was present, but also a black-suited man, obviously some sort of government official, and it was he who addressed John. "Please, be seated." John sat.

"Are you familiar with the 'She Wants It' provision, Mr. Doe?" the man continued.

"No," John said, a bit hesitantly.

"Good. It was a secret protocol added to the Slut Laws along with the 'Women's Place' provision, enabled by an enhancement to the belts and collars. Put simply, the provision states that if a woman follows a guardian to his place of education or employment, it is a sign that she must want to be under his control, and therefore she must be put under his control, permanently." He paused for a moment. "His full control."

"Sir?" John asked, a bit puzzled. He knew Sucktoy would be attending the same college, but he wasn't sure just what "full control" meant.

The suited man snapped his fingers, and the other door in the Dean's office opened. Out walked Sucktoy, with a different belt and collar than she'd had when John had last seen her, when he'd flown home for a few days after finishing his summer exams. She opened her mouth to greet John, but no sound came out.

"Under the 'She Wants It' provision," the Dean took up the explanation, "your sister will be exempt from the usual 'Women's Place' provisions relating to females on campus. However, since she clearly wants to be controlled by you--why else would she choose the same school?--you now have far more control over her than mere silence, dyslexia, arousal, and loss of motor functions."

"I'll be transferring control to you shortly, John," the government man said, "but allow me to demonstrate a little of what you'll be able to do." He took out his remote and whispered something into it.

"I want to suck your cock, John!" Sucktoy said excitedly, before her hands flew to her mouth, which moved again, no sound issuing from it.

"You can, to begin with, cause your sister to say anything you please. In fact, you can also cause her to do whatever you please." The man pushed a button, and Sucktoy's body moved, just a bit jerkily, to kneel down in front of John, unzip his pants, fish out his dick, and give him head.

"That's not all, though," the Dean said, after John had blown his load into Sucktoy's mouth. He pushed a button on his remote, causing John's sister to lose motor control and collapse on the floor, a stream of urine dampening the carpet. The agent handed John a cloth to clean his dick, after which the sophomore redressed himself. The agent then pushed another button, causing Sucktoy's clothes to vanish, and then another, making her breasts and ass grow while her hair became blonde, turning her body into that of a blonde bimbo, before a third button push dressed her in a bra with holes cut out for the nipples along with crotchless panties.

"You'll also be able, as you can see, to control her body's physical form, as well as what she wears. Unlike me, however, you won't need a remote; mine is merely for demonstration purposes." One final button push made Sucktoy vanish from the floor and reappear sitting in John's lap, her huge breasts pressed against his chest. "You will, put simply, Mr. Doe, be your sister's personal God."

"What do you mean, I won't need a remote?" asked John.

"Simple," the agent said, stepping toward the siblings to tap a spot on Sucktoy's collar. She spasmed in John's arms and he could see that her collar had injected something into her. "Now, if you'll swallow this, please?" the man continued, holding a small pill in his hand. John took it and put it in his mouth, and it dissolved almost instantly.

As it did, he could feel new connections forming in his brain, linking him into his sister's mind, and he instinctively knew how to control her. Making her stand up before him, he expanded her chest further while removing her clothes, chuckling at how cartoonish she looked with her slim body and massive assets. Focusing, he gave her a tight corset that did nothing to hide her sensitive areas--her mouth made a gasping sound but no sound came out--and John looked at the Dean.

"Do as you please, Mr. Doe. The cleaners will handle it."

John nodded, and immediately triggered a bowel movement in Sucktoy, causing her to drop a log of crap on the carpet. "Don't worry about the cleaners, sir," he said, putting a compulsion into his sister's mind that she should eat her own crap, changing her sexual fetishes as he did to make her despise it, just because he could. A look of revulsion crossed her face, but she couldn't resist John's mental orders as she got down on hands and knees, scooping up her own feces and shoveling it into her mouth.

"Very good, Mr. Doe," the agent said, this time holding out a passcard, which John took. "You'll have special accommodations, as required by the 'She Wants It' provision, where you and your sister will live. However," and now he produced a piece of paper and a pen, "you'll have to sign this NDA." John started scanning it as the agent explained its contents briefly. "You can't tell anyone about this part of the Slut Laws. You are allowed to show off what you can do to your sister, but if asked, you must say that she was deemed a dangerous rogue and that, as her guardian, you were given this enhanced control over her to keep her in line. Breach of the NDA may have dire consequences; however, the better able you are to abide by it, we may decide to grant you certain further privileges in future."

John got the distinct impression that it would be unwise to ask about either the potential consequences or privileges, and decided rather to just count his lucky stars that his sister was now under his total control--and immune to anyone else's.

The Dean stood up, along with the agent, signaling that the meeting was over. John stood also, shook both men's hands, and moved to leave the office.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Mr. Doe?" the Dean called.

"No," said John as he made Sucktoy freeze in place, unable to move except to blink and breathe normally--total control didn't extend to causing the subject to die from asphyxiation. He left.

Once the door closed, the agent pulled out a laptop and opened it up, the screen displaying a campus map with red dots showing the location of every anti-slut-fitted woman in its range. "How's the wife, Gerald?" the Dean asked while the agent focused the display on Sucktoy, still frozen on hands and knees.

"Regretting following me into the civil service, of course, Roy," Gerald replied. "She's discovered that she very much does not like being the office slut, especially since I've let the others have rather more than the usual amount of control over her, too. I never know what sort of body I'm gonna see when I teleport her home at the end of the day."

"Well, you could just tap her brain," Roy pointed out.

"Could, but I like the surprise. And anyway, it's also interesting getting to see just what sorts of sexual fetishes the others have. They all know I know, of course; besides, they all know mine, given that I always reclaim Doris at lunch and transform her then." He grinned conspiratorially. "Don't tell anyone, but at least one of them's got a thing for being fucked in the ass by a big futa." The Dean couldn't quite repress the shiver of pleasure that went through him at that thought. "Hey," Gerald continued, "nothing wrong with that. Not like she's in control or anything."

"True." Roy looked at the screen as Sucktoy vanished and saw that she was now in the new dorm suite assigned to John, the young man obviously having discovered the directional pointer in his new passcard, given how out of the way the building was. "So, do you think he'll be a Keeper, or will he have to undergo **** feminization?"

"Keeper," Gerald said confidently. "He's obviously too excited by the thought of controlling his sister to do anything to jeopardize that. In fact, I bet, in a few years, he'll be one of our go-to people for controlling dangerous rogues. Finding good people for that became so much easier after we got 'She Wants It' enacted. And weeding out the real idiots."

"Amen," said Roy. "Almost makes me wish my wife and sister weren't so demure and proper and submissive!"

"Women who know their place," began Gerald.

"Don't need to be put in it," finished Roy. He stood up again as the agent closed his laptop. "Good seeing you again, Gerry."

"You too, Roy," and then the agent left by the same door John had. Moments later, a tall, muscular, busty woman appeared across the desk, her hard eight-inch dick slightly above the top of it. Her eyes were downcast. "May I fuck your ass, Sir?" she said quietly, sweetly.

Roy said a quiet prayer of thanks to Gerald as he unzipped his fly.