Just a slight modification.

“If she is my ****, and she would obey any order I gave her anyway, what would be the purpose of altering her personality?” I asked.

“Each individual is different, and will have different ways of serving you. If you wished, you could alter these variances. In addition, simply because this one will do anything you desire does not mean she will actively seek it out. If you program this one to enjoy certain fetishes or acts, this one will take the initiative and request such actions frequently.”

So, the autonomy was a bit more complex than I had originally thought. I had to admit, I liked that. I couldn’t help but think about how Jacquelin had been diligently and dutifully drinking my urine a moment ago, and then imagined what it would be like if she had been visibly enjoying the act like when she was sucking my cock before that.

“Make her enjoy drinking my piss.” I said kind of without thinking.

Jacquelin closed her eyes for a moment and then reopened them. “It is done. Are there any other changes you wish to make?”

“Not yet. RPGRM.” I said and watched as Jacquelin’s eyes blinked a few times before looking up at me and smiling. She was still kneeling down, naked in the shower stall. I was hesitant to make any more changes yet, because I didn’t have a grasp of what each of my slaves would be like in the first place. I decided I would need to think about it some more.

For now, it was lunch-time. Feeling sexually satisfied and hungry, I got dressed and waited for my new friends. While waiting I checked my phone, I had completely forgotten to see if Vanessa had done as I asked until now. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had left me quite a few messages.

Vanessa had a lot of friends, I lost count after a dozen or so. Not a lot of them tickled my fancy, most were just fake, plastic bitches who were too stupid to even have hobbies. Perhaps there was some use for the mental reprogramming after all. Without it, making these girls into my slaves would result in exactly what I didn’t want. I’d worry about that later, though. There were a few faces I liked, and even recognized.

“We’re ready!” Trish’s voice pulled me away from my phone’s screen. She and my other new friends were smiling and waiting for me.

“Great, let’s go.” I said and started walking toward the exit of the locker room. With my phone I copied and resent the three photos of the girls that actually appealed to me back to Vanessa, telling her to get those three to drink from the bottle.

“Who are ya texting?” Erika asked.

“My sister, trying to expand my ever-growing harem.”

“Oh! Sounds fun.” Erika replied, genuinely.

“Anything we can do to help?” Trish asked.

I was about to say no, but I thought for a moment. I had the cheerleader prom queen and the captain of the swim club. Two very popular, very accomplished girls that knew a lot of people. I was pretty sure Trish was friends with a couple student council members, powerful people to have on my side.

“Well, actually, there might be. I want you three to just talk about me. To your friends, to other students, to faculty, and even to your own families. Don’t go overboard and go into crazy detail about what we have been up to, but talk about how much you like to be around me and how cool I am and stuff. Basically, whatever you have to say that you think would naturally bump up my popularity.”

“Piece of cake.” Trish replied.

“I’ll do my best.” Erika said.

“I don’t have many friends, but I’ll do what I can.” Jacquelin said, quietly.

“Great!” I grinned a bit and pinched Jacquelin and Trish’s asses, since they were on either side of me. If this went according to plan, I would be living the dream at school before long.

I sat down at the lunch table after grabbing the not-quite-food from the cafeteria. Trish and Erika went their separate ways to sit with their own group of friends, but Jacquelin tagged along with me, muttering something about not really having many friends anyway. She was seated to my right.

“Here, Lucy.” Jacquelin said as we sat down and handed me a bottle of water.

“Oh, thanks.” While kind of an underwhelming gift, it was still nice to know my slaves would do this kind of stuff for me. I gladly took it and took a sip. I preferred drinking water to the poor excuse for milk they normally served with lunch.

Sitting directly in front of me was one of my long-time friends and oldest crushes. Nikki. She was a smart, quiet, bookworm of a girl with long, straight brown hair and freckled cheeks. Her eyes were a striking blue color that had always entranced me. Despite being friends with me for such a long time, we didn’t really hang out much besides at school. She was very much an introvert, and seemed to fulfill most, if not all, of her social needs through the short interactions she had with me on a frequent basis.

Her sense of style was odd. Her clothing choice was usually completely monochrome. Everything from white to gray to black. It seemed that she, or someone in her life, had something of a fashion sense, because even I could tell that her choices worked, but she seemed to favor function over style. The only person in her life that I knew of was her older sister, who had been Nikki’s guardian for as long as she was able to be. Though I doubted the fashion sense came from the sister, as Nikki had told me she was a software engineer of sorts. I couldn’t imagine someone like that being particularly stylish.

Sitting next to her was my best friend, the pen-clicker, Amy. We met in grade school, and we became fast friends. I was something of a tyrant as a child, always demanding that we did things my way, played my way, every choice of activity had to be made by me or I would suffer boredom. Despite this, Amy went along with it every single time. It seemed she was more than happy to just be playing with someone. Even now that I am happy to say I matured from that stage, we still end up doing whatever I want to do when we hang out. I certainly try to get her input, but she never has any ideas. I still wondered if it was because that was just the way she was or if I had brainwashed her into being that way by accident.

She was a tiny redhead of a girl, and always had been. Petite frame and short stature, with pale skin and coppery hair that she did her best to keep straightened. At this point in her life she was a skater girl, and had the whole wardrobe going. Jeans with holes in the knees, ironic shirts or band shirts, tank tops, she had a beanie for every day of the week.

By the time I arrived at the table, Nikki seemed to have finished her lunch. She had now moved on to reading one of her books. A dusty old thing that looked like it was hundreds of years old. Amy on the other hand, was still chowing down.

“So, how’s it going, guys?” I asked, more cheerfully than I normally would.

The other two took notice, sharing a glance between them.

Nikki closed her book and shrugged. “I guess I’m fine.” The book’s cover struck me. I’d seen it many times before, it was a favorite of hers, but for some reason I was drawn to it this time. The cover was leather, and fairly nondescript. There was no title printed on the leather, instead the only thing there was a large black circle with various white flourishes coming out from it. For some reason, seeing that circle, I couldn’t help but think about the orb floating above my bed.

I was so focused on the circle that I forgot I was being spoken to.

“Huh?” I asked after realizing that Amy had asked me something.

“You seem happy today, what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much. I’ve made a few new friends is all.” I smiled at Jacquelin. “Oh, by the way, this is Jacquelin.”

“You can call me Jacky.” She said, smiling amicably, albeit slightly awkwardly.

Nikki and Amy returned the greeting with their own waves, and then they began chatting among themselves.

Meanwhile, my pocket buzzed, and I fished out my cell phone.

“Hey baby sis!” The text from my sister read. “The three you picked are Amber, Cynthia, and Gwen. Good choices btw ;) they’re hotties. I just got them to drink from the bottle, it’s empty now.”

I smiled inadvertently, and replied. “Thx sis.” Now that I had them, I wanted to get more formally introduced to them. After my next class I had work release, but I didn’t close the shop tonight. Perhaps afterward we could arrange something. “You’re going to drive me to work today, just skip your last class and wait for me by your car. When my shift ends at eight, come pick me up and bring those three with you. We’re gonna have a sleepover.”

After sending this message, the smile still on my face, I tuned back into what was happening around me. My three friends were still chatting, Amy and Jacky doing the most by far. Nikki had stopped reading that strange book, which still drew my attention for some reason, but was just listening to the conversation now.

Another buzz. “Now you’re talking! This is gonna be like, SO fucking hot!”

My smile became a full-fledged perverted grin, and I felt myself get hard at the thought of having an orgy with my sister and all of her hottest friends. I was glad that my mom wasn’t going to be home tonight.

The familiar smell began drifting through the air, everyone seemed to notice, but just like English class, nobody could identify the source. The exception being Jacky, who knew what it was by now, and wasn’t affected. Instead she just looked over at me and smiled slightly.

“What’s that smell?” Nikki asked.

“Smells kinda good.” Amy said. “It smells like it did in English class, remember?” She asked me.

“I do.” I nodded. Even in light of all the insane things that had happened to me today, I would never forget Suzumi desperately impaling herself on my cock.

“It made me feel so… weird.” Amy added. “It’s kinda doing it now actually.”

“Yeah I feel weird too.” Nikki said.

Jacky shrugged. “I don’t feel anything.” Then she gave me a knowing look. I was glad she was looking out for my best interests.

The people around us in the cafeteria were reacting too, all searching for the source. Some of them already were starting to do sensual things like spend an overly long time licking their silverware or sucking on their fingers. Amy was spending a long time sucking on the straw that was sticking into her milk carton. She was having the most noticeable reaction between her and Nikki, the latter of which was simply shifting uncomfortably in her spot and occasionally shaking her head. She kept looking between me and Jacky inquisitively, almost like she suspected one of us to be the source given that neither of us were having reactions.

“You two okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Amy said, a bit breathily.

“I-I need to go.” Nikki said and before I could even consider trying to stop her, she stood up and started making her way out of the cafeteria.

I called out to her, but she had already disappeared beyond the double doors and into the hallway. Between her and Amy, I was more interested in enslaving her. I’d had a crush on her for a very long time, even longer than Jacky. In fact, I even got shot down by her about a year ago when I finally confessed. Because of this, I was about to get up, but stopped.

Don’t worry about her. A voice echoed in my mind, it sounded like mine but another voice was whispering behind it. Her time will come.

That was strange.