Liara Studies... and Changes

Breathlessly, Liara stole away into the dark manor, cradling her tablet tightly against her chest, as if Rob Daily or one of his many women would emerge from the shadows to give chase, to steal away it and the information she had managed to steal away.

Finding an empty room on the ground floor, Liara worked solely by the backlight of the tablet's screen, settling in the corner to make herself as small and inconspicuous as possible. She would hate for someone stumbling through the dark in search of midnight snack or to relieve themselves finding her and foiling her plans. Was she being paranoid? Considering she hadn't encountered anyone yet, most definitely, but it also didn't pay to be too careful in her situation.

The entirety of the Pink Room program had downloaded itself onto the drive of the tablet, even going so far as to create an icon on the desktop: the silhouette of a curvy, voluptuous woman, bright pink on a black square. Liara would have to be a great fool to just open the program blindly. Seeing as how the pink had almost infected her mind through her eyelids, one glance and she might be completely gone.

No, instead, Liara clicked through a few menus in order to find what she was after. Again, she was not a computer scientist of a any level of skill, but human technology was so primitive and simplistic, navigating it and manipulating it was child's play to her.

Eventually, Liara managed to get the program to do what she wanted, unspooling itself into it's base code. In all honestly, the Asari scientist had no idea what she expecting when exploring such a sinister program, but it ended up being nothing more than, well, computer code. A string of letters, numbers, and symbols that was gibberish to most anyone, but a computer could make into a working...something. The only odd thing about it was that the lettering was, once more, bright pink, standing out sharply against the black background of the window. So bright that it in fact changed the backlight, washing Liara's face in a pink haze.

That should have been her first clue...

Liara's eyes darted across the screen, scrolling through page after page of the pink text. This was the panacea she needed. Actual work. Investigation and understanding and puzzling out a solution. Doing something more than hiding away and fretting about what she was going to do. This was what she was going to do! Liara hummed happily as she worked, dark blue lips pursing into a smile, going so far as to giggle excitedly over all of it.

Giggle? Hmm, that was odd. Oh well, never mind, Liara thought. There was work to do.

Eventually, after flipping through a novel's worth of pink code, Liara found what was essentially an index page, listing the core functions of this mysterious program.

[REDUCE INTELLIGENCE]

[INCREASE LIBIDO]

{SLUTTIFY BODY]

[INSTILL SUBMISSION]

Under each header was a full list of sub-routines for each function, listing both their base code and explaining their purpose in plain English. Liara's smile grew. This was it. If she understood how this worked, she could begin to divine the source of Rob's aura, and then she formulate a way to protect herself. Maybe even devise a proper counterattack. A shiver ran down her spine, several jolts of pleasure firing through her brain. Liara giggled again, feeling her body flush and heat up.

The unbridled joy of accomplishment, she told herself.

But, of course, Liara was still worried about being ensnared by the corrupting pink power, she couldn't just analyze ever inch of code before her. Some of these options were more dangerous than the others, namely, "Reduce Intelligence" and "Instill Submission". Liara deeply valued her mind and will, and would not find herself become a brainless plaything for Rob Daily.

Both "Increase Libido" and "Sluttify Body" (what a c̶r̶u̶d̶e̶ a̶n̶d̶ v̶u̶l̶g̶a̶r̶ t̶e̶r̶m̶ fun and interesting piece of slang) were also potential hazards, but there were less risk in losing her mind exploring them. Plus, Liara was certainly most curious over how a program like this could transform Neytiri so drastically.

Plus, she couldn't help but feel a little giddy in exploring a new, unknown frontier. Bimbofication technology? Sluttfication programs? An instant brainwashing device? Considering how behind humans were compared to the Asari, this was beyond anything she had ever dreamed of.

"By the goddess, I feel... so excited!" Liara purred to herself, squirming impatiently in her chair, squeezing her thighs together, as she eagerly dove in.

"Sluttify Body" was her first option, and she immediately hit paydirt. Her theory had proven correct, that whatever the nature of Rob Daily's psionic aura was, the Pink Room and it's video program were an extension was, using the audiovisual nature of the program using sight and sound to create neural pathways in the victim's psyche and transform them, mentally and physically, into a doting, drooling slavegirl for him. In the case of the "Body" function, it would implant Rob's ideal female body-type (that being, big hips, bigger butt, and then biggest b̶r̶e̶a̶s̶t̶s̶ tits) into the mind of the woman with subliminal messaging, then essentially manifesting a "mind over matter" perception in order to sculpt the physical body into that ideal.

It... didn't make much sense to Liara, truth be told. Namely, because that section was full of unreadable junk-code repeatedly mentioning things like "wishes" and a "djinn", whatever that was. Liara pondered on this for a second, perhaps there was more to human technology than she first thought.

Sweat began to pour down her brow, the room suddenly sweltering. Or maybe just her body. Her jumpsuit suddenly became quite damp and tight. Taking a break from code spelunking, Liara fanned herself with one hand and pulled down the zipper of her jumpsuit with the other, letting her m̶o̶d̶e̶s̶t̶ b̶u̶s̶t̶ gigantic blue tits to breath. She squirmed in her seat some more, setting those fat mounds of flesh to jiggle and quake uncontrollably.

Because this would end up being Liara's ultimate downfall. That by examining the core of the Pink Room, she would be inured to the transformative effects of it. But it was like trying to avoid being blinded by the sun by looking at it through a telescope or magnifying device; Liara simply gazing deeper into the heart of the beast, getting everything fully blasted into her brain.

Unaware of what was happening, Liara heedlessly continued to study the base core of the Pink Room, her body changing right under her. She seemingly gained several inches in the seat of her chair, her ass practically exploding from a shapely, lovely derrière into a bountiful, bootiful blue booty made for shaking, twerking, and fucking.

She leaned back and luxuriated in her chair, taking another break, thickening thighs clenching together, rubbing against her hot, wet pussy lips. A loud, careless moan escaped her lips, the darker blue collagen plumping into a perfectly pouting cock-vaccuum.

Liara had to adjust herself in her seat when she went back to examine the screen, dealing with her new tits, ass, waist, and hips. She adjusted the uncomfortable, overly tight jumpsuit yet again, idly wondering why she was wearing such an unflattering thing. She had seen all the sexy, sultry outfits Mr. Daily's slaves wore; Liara thought they were b̶o̶t̶h̶ i̶m̶p̶r̶a̶c̶t̶i̶c̶a̶l̶ a̶n̶d̶ w̶h̶o̶r̶i̶s̶h̶ garish but incredibly enticing.

"Hmm, fuck me... this is what I get for spending my maiden years in a university library, huh?" She said to no one in particular, sorely tempted to rub her pussy for a reason she couldn't quite understand. "Goddess... I'm so hot. Am I... is this something like an Asari mid-life crisi? Mmm... maybe Mr. Daily knows something?"

And that was the other flaw to Liara's plan, though she had no way of knowing of this. While there was a separate core function for enslaving and submitting women exposed to the Pink Room, all of it's functions flowed from Rob's psyche, his aura, his powers granted to by the djinn. That **** was always in contact with the mind of it's victim so, once exposed at any state or step, the aura instilled the need to submit and obey into said mind.

And Liara had just spent hours mainlining that aura directly into her mind.

It was nearly daybreak when Liara finally felt like she had enough information. Enough understanding of Rob's overwhelming and undeniable power. She stood from her chair, stretching the top of her jumpsuit falling away, exposing her luscious blue body to the pre-dawn air. Humungous, gravity-defying tits bounced and jiggled, as she stood up on the balls of her feet, settling only when Liara ran her own hands over them, shuddering in delight. Her new assets were so sensitive.

"What a breakthrough! What a treasure trove of knowledge!" Liara spoke to herself again, striding through the dark, hips sashaying with every step. "I have to inform the Master about this... as soon as I change into something appropriate, that is!"

Liara T'soni, as much victim of Rob's supreme power over fate and fiction, as she was of her own intellect and curiosity.

https://www.deviantart.com/hoebo24/art/I-am-yours-Commission-974907940