All Play, No Work

As the hot water runs down her body, Lalita can't help but wonder where everything went wrong. What was supposed to be a simple get-together where a bunch of women could share stories and tips on how to control others has now turned into some kind of criminal investigation filled with all sorts of debauchery. Although, in retrospect, perhaps she should have seen this coming. After all, she knew going into this that all of these women had notoriously high libido's, herself included.

Despite her desire to stay in the shower for the foreseeable future (or better yet, take a nice long bath), Lalita knows that she needs to get back to her guests. Who knows what kind of trouble they could be causing? The image of herself being used as a sex toy by Blondie suddenly replays in her mind, and the MILF can't stop herself from shivering slightly. To think that she surrendered herself so easily, eventually even going so far as to beg for more... It was such a strange sensation. Normally, she loves having people wrapped around her fingers, so to get off on being treated like nothing more than a cumdump was rather unusual. Whatever it was that Danielle gave Blondie must have been some powerful stuff.

With all of the stickiness washed off and her mind refocused, Lalita dresses herself in another one of her most stylish dresses, reapplies a bit of makeup, and heads out to resume what she was doing. However, as she emerges from her room and begins walking down the hall, she notices some odd sounds coming from the room where they found Noelle. It almost sounds like... someone laughing? Out of curiosity, Lalita decides to stick her head in the door to see what's going on, but even after looking inside, it takes her a moment to fully process what she sees.

"Oh, hi Lalita!" The curvy blonde woman standing in the center of the room greets in a high-pitched, singsong-y voice. "Did you come to see me take my clothes off too?"

"Who...?" Lalita mumbles as she stares at the strange woman. After a few seconds of silence, an abrupt realization hits her." Wait a second... ABIGAIL?! Is that you?!"

"It's me! At least... I think it is," Abigail says, not sounding entirely sure of herself. She then lets out a bubbly giggle. "Gosh, it's really hard to remember things right now. I don't know how I used to keep track of that kind of stuff."

Lalita is in disbelief at the sight of the woman in front of her. The once studious and organized brunette is now sporting blonde hair and tanned skin. Her smile is wide and her eyes seem a bit empty, as if very little is going on behind them. There's also the fact that the woman is unabashedly stripping out of her clothes. Even her glasses are missing. The only thing remaining on her body as she steps out of her panties and wiggles her ass seductively is her prized pendant.

"What happened to you?"

"Oh, that's a funny story! Sabrina and Mona gave me this little pink thing to eat. I think it was a piece of candy or something. Anyway, at first I didn't want it, so they had to **** me to take it, but once I tasted it, it was like really yummy! Then some more stuff happened that I can't really remember and now I look like this! Cool, right?" Abigail tries to explain in her dumbed-down state.

Lalita glares at Mona and Sabrina, who both avoid eye contact. Behind them, Pearl is sitting in the corner of the room, quietly watching without any idea what she should be doing right now.

"You gave her another one of Danielle's ****, didn't you, Sabrina?" Lalita asks in a scolding tone.

"So what? She's fine. She's actually happier like this, aren't you, Abi?" Sabrina asks.

"Yeah! I love being like this!" Abigail cheers, completely unfazed by the fact that she was just referred to by a nickname she previously hated. "All of that investa... inva... all that searching for clues stuff was super boring and hard. Now I just have to look cute and show off my big booty and titties. I mean titties. Titties. Brea... boo... titties." She lets out another giggle. "For some reason I can't call my titties 'titties' anymore. Isn't that weird?"

"Ugh... you have got to be kidding me," Lalita sighs. "We don't have time for this..."

"Calm down, Princess," Mona chimes in. "We're just having some fun. You should be able to understand that, at least according to what Sabrina told me you were doing downstairs earlier."

A brief flash of embarrassment flashes across Lalita face before she realizes that the two women are just trying to manipulate her into getting what they want. After that fact dawns on her, the older woman's anger quickly returns.

"And what if that **** is permanent and Abigail is stuck as a mindless airhead forever? We already have enough on our hands trying to fix Noelle. Not to mention that Abigail might be the most capable person when it comes to figuring out what happened to her in the first place. Unless one of you two have solved the case, of course."

Mona and Sabrina both go quiet for a moment.

"I guess I didn't think of it that way..." Mona remarks softly, a bit of annoyance still in her voice. "But the only reason I went along with Sabrina's plan was because Abigail-"

"I don't care what Abigail did or didn't do. Stop behaving like a child," Lalita interrupts the redhead. Being called childish seems to have hit Mona especially hard, as she immediately goes silent. Lalita then walks over to Abigail and grabs the shoulders of the naked girl. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's go see if Danielle has some kind of antidote to reverse this."

"Anti-what? I don't really know what that means, but showing off my titties to Danielle sounds fun! Hey, do you think she'll have sex with me? I'm, like, really horny," Abigail replies.

"Maybe later. Pearl, do you think you could round up Abigail's clothes and bring them down with us?" Lalita asks the psychic, who simply nods before starting to grab the fabric strewn about the floor.

The three women descend to the first floor, with Mona and Sabrina following not far behind. When they walk into the dining room, the group finds Danielle and Blondie sitting at the table, with Blondie still being completely naked from ripping her clothes off earlier (though she doesn't seem too bothered by her nudity). The two appear to be chatting, with Danielle attempting to interview Blondie about her experience while under the effects of the serum. However, the two look up from their conversation when they see Lalita and the others enter the room. Instantly, Danielle perks up at the sight of Abigail.

"Abigail? What happened to you?" The chemist asks.

"Wow. She looks so pretty. And sexy. And pretty. Or did I already say that?" Blondie adds. "Hey, do you wanna fuck?"

"Ooh! That sounds like fun! I'd love to fuck a hottie like you!" Abigail responds eagerly.

"Oh dear... now there's too of them..." Lalita utters under her breath.

"Wait a second..." Danielle whispers to herself, as if a thought just occurred to her.

The Hispanic MILF looks as though she's doing math in her head. After a slight pause, she reaches into her lab coat and pulls out a small bottle filled with pink pills. She quickly counts them before looking over at the women who just came in.

"I'm missing one of my bimbofication pills. One of you stole it and used it on Abigail, didn't you?"

"I'll give you three guesses who it was," Lalita responds.

Danielle scans the group before her eyes settle on one face in particular.

"Sabrina. How dare you steal from me. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a thief."

"Hey, calm down. I didn't really steal it. You were just... a little distracted when I got it from you." Sabrina says in defense. "Besides, I was just enjoying myself. Doesn't a great and beautiful and smart woman like me deserve to enjoy herself?"

"Oh no, you don't. That won't work on me anymore," Danielle says.

"Shoot... the subliminals must have worn off. I guess you weren't exposed all that long. But that's okay. You just need a little refresher," Sabrina says as she starts to pull out her phone.

"Absolutely not! I am not letting myself be brainwashed by you again," Danielle refuses. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to undo what you did to poor Abigail's brain."

Danielle walks over to Abigail and takes her from Lalita. Abigail puts up no resistance as the scientist grabs her by the wrist and pulls her away from everyone else, simply laughing at the forceful tug.

"So that means you can reverse it?" Lalita asks hopefully.

"Of course. I know all of my chemical compounds by heart. As long as I know what someone took, I should be able to fix it. That being said, I'd prefer to work where a certain someone can't interfere," Danielle replies as she glances over at Sabrina. "If you'll excuse me..."

Danielle pulls Abigail out of the room. The therapist-turned-ditz continues to giggle as she's dragged along, likely assuming that Danielle is taking her to do something sexual. Clearly she's not the only one who thinks that, as Blondie soon hops to her feet and follows after them.

"Hey! Wait for me! I want to play too!" She calls out as she dashes out of the dining room.

"It really is astounding how many similarities those two possess with Abigail in that state. They even emit nearly identical brainwaves," Pearl notes as she closes her eyes and places a hand on her forehead, temporarily tapping into the shallow minds of the two bimbos.

"Now that that's taken care of, I need to go find Cassidy. I need to try and explain what happened when she found me in that... compromising position..." Lalita says as she starts to leave as well.

"Would you shut up about Cassidy already?" Mona spits out.

"Excuse me?"

"I feel like that girl is all you talk about. She doesn't even like you."

"Th-that's not true. She... she just needs a chance to get to know me..." Lalita says, obviously hurt by Mona's words.

"The bitch already ate your pussy. How much more intimate can you get?" Mona asks, her voice somewhat accusatory. "What do you even see in her? She's an asshole."

"How many times am I going to have to explain this? I don't know why I find myself so attracted to her. I just do. She's not my normal type, but I can't help it if I'm subconsciously drawn to her," Lalita explains as she bites her lip.

"'Subconsciously drawn?' Give me a break. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she somehow implanted that idea in your head so you'd fall in love with her," Mona scoffs.

All of a sudden, Lalita freezes, and the room goes silent. The supermodel stares wide-eyed at the muscular woman as she attempts to process what was just said. "Implanted? No... that's impossible. How would she even... But..." she thinks to herself. Out of nowhere, Lalita feels a strange sensation wash over her mind, as if something locked away in her brain has been released. Her mouth hangs open slightly as she starts to put the pieces together.

Mona doesn't seem to notice Lalita's epiphany at first. However, after a moment or two of silence, the redhead looks around the room and sees the Indian woman staring at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something stupid?" She asks.

Lalita's brow furls as a look of pure rage appears on her face.

"Do any of you know where Cassidy is right now?" Lalita asks in as calm a voice as she can manage right now. "I need to have a word with her..."

In the game room, Chelsea, Isa, and Cassidy all chat amongst themselves while S.A.M. continues working silently. Now that things have calmed down a little, the three women are actually able to have a somewhat relaxed conversation. Even Cassidy noticeable softens, though she still remains the least talkative of the group. However, all of that comes to a screeching halt as the door abruptly slams open to reveal a furious Lalita standing outside of the room. Chelsea, Isa, and Cassidy all look at the woman in confusion, unsure of how to interpret this display of emotion that they've never seen from the normally charming woman.

"Cassidy! You bitch!"

"Uh... what?" is all Cassidy can manage to say, too confused to even be bothered by the name-calling.

"I know what you did to me!" Lalita yells.

Hearing that causes Cassidy to immediately return to her normal, defensive self.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you people: I didn't do shit! Why does everyone keep trying to blame every little thing that happens here on me?!"

"Woah, woah, woah! Let's all calm down and talk about this like civilized women," Chelsea tries to deescalate the situation, quickly putting between the two women and looking at them with her classic friendly smile.

"Chelsea is right," Isa adds. "I can tell everyone is tense right now. How about I just-"

"Don't start with that right now, Isa," Lalita cuts the young Latina off. "Cassidy used one of her inventions to try and make me fall for her."

All signs of Cassidy being upset disappear as she hears Lalita's accusation, replaced by a look of complete and utter bafflement.

"Wait, what?"

"Don't play dumb with me! I know you messed with my head so I would be irresistibly attracted to you!" Lalita repeats.

"I didn't do that! Why the fuck would I want you to be attracted to me? If anything, I wish you would cut all that obsessive shit out. It's so damn annoying," Cassidy argues.

"Oh yeah? Well then, tell me something, smarty-pants: if you didn't do it then who-"

"Aaaaaand done."

The argument is suddenly put on pause as a different voice loudly chimes in, interrupting whatever Lalita was about to say. After a brief moment of silence, Chelsea realizes what just happened and quickly looks over at the robot seated by the table.

"Hold on a second. S.A.M.? Does that mean what I think it means?" Chelsea asks.

"If you believe it means that I finished reconstructing our mysterious glass object, then yes, that is exactly what it means," S.A.M. answers.