More Steps

Drake’s success with Ana’s **** cheerfulness had been an exhilarating first step, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, and Ana—acerbic, sharp, and unknowingly pliable—was the perfect subject for a follow-up experiment. This time, the changes he envisioned would require more precision: get Ana to display significant cleavage during work hours and adopt a casual, bra-less approach during off hours.

To achieve this, he would build on her strong belief in efficiency, subtly layering commands that reframed her own logic. What started as practicality would evolve into behavior that felt natural and inevitable, without triggering resistance.

Drake began by targeting the idea of mental distractions. Using the lights in Ana’s quarters, he encoded the belief that concealing her figure actually distracted male colleagues more. If men couldn’t see what they wanted, they’d waste valuable time picturing it. The solution? “Show them enough to keep their minds on work.”

This reframe was critical: instead of seeing cleavage as inappropriate, Ana would now view it as a necessary tool for efficiency.

By the end of the first day, Drake noticed subtle changes. Ana began smoothing her hair before stepping into the lab. She greeted her male colleagues with slightly more genuine smiles, and her usually gruff demeanor softened just enough to seem approachable.

Next, Drake reinforced the concept that visual clarity was key to maintaining focus. Over two days, he introduced phrases like:

• “Show them what they want to see.”
• “Clear visuals reduce unnecessary distractions.”

The results were noticeable almost immediately. Ana began adjusting her Nexus uniform in subtle but impactful ways: she started unzipping the top of her jumpsuit, exposing just enough cleavage to catch attention, and swapped her usual sports bras for push-up bras that emphasized her chest.

Her colleagues, previously accustomed to her no-nonsense presence, began stumbling over their words when speaking to her. Drake watched with satisfaction as they struggled to maintain eye contact, their focus slipping every time her huge tits jiggled slightly with her movements.

The boldest command yet, this layer suggested that men were inherently distracted by their imaginations, and it was far more efficient to let them see what they wanted rather than let their minds wander. Over three nights, the lights in Ana’s quarters reinforced this idea until it took root.

By the end of the week, Ana’s transformation was undeniable. She arrived at the lab with her uniform zipped lower than ever, her heavy udders spilling out just enough to be impossible to ignore. The juxtaposition of her narrow hips and her overly prominent chest turned heads wherever she went, leaving Drake nearly giddy with smug satisfaction.

Off duty, Ana began appearing in the cafeteria and common areas in loose tank tops without a bra, her breasts bouncing freely beneath the thin fabric. The first time Drake saw her like this, his breath hitched. The combination of her sharp tongue and her now-revealing attire was practically hypnotic.

Before long, Ana’s presence became inescapably tied to her chest. No one could be in the same room with her without thinking about tits—a far cry from the gruff, no-nonsense figure she’d once been.

When someone finally commented on her change in appearance, Ana shrugged with casual indifference. “It’s just practical,” she said, her tone dismissive but her smile strangely cheery. “Keeps the boys focused. Better to give ’em a little peek than let their imaginations run wild, right?”

Drake almost laughed aloud when he overheard her. Her words were almost verbatim from the commands he’d encoded into her subconscious. She’d rationalized the changes so completely that they felt like her own logic, something she’d believed all along.

Drake knew that his experiments with Ana—and eventually with others—needed a cover story so subtle and pervasive that no one would question the gradual shifts in behavior. With the official destruction of the Screen Slaver goggles, the team had been assured there were no lingering effects of the technology. To reinforce this belief, Drake programmed commands that quashed any speculation: the goggles were completely neutralized, nothing significant ever happened in their workspace, and any odd behavior could be rationalized as harmless. These beliefs created a collective blind spot, ensuring his work would go unnoticed.

The effects were immediate and effective. As Ana’s behavior shifted—wearing more revealing clothing and becoming more accommodating toward male colleagues—her peers shrugged it off as a harmless personal transformation. Comments like “Guess Ana’s finally lightening up” replaced scrutiny, while the workspace itself took on a quiet sense of normalcy. Even the more provocative changes, such as her cleavage-baring attire, were rationalized as her own choice, rather than connected to anything unusual.

Drake couldn’t help but feel smug. By convincing his colleagues that their area was insignificant and that odd behavior had benign causes, he had created an immunity shield around his experiments. Even if someone stumbled upon the truth, their own programmed beliefs would prevent them from pursuing it. With this foundation in place, Drake felt emboldened to expand his experiments, knowing no one would see the strings he was pulling.

Drake had, ironically, fulfilled Commander Parr’s request to find a way to neutralize Screen Slaver’s tech.

But it was a solution he kept entirely to himself. Using his neural implant—a device no one in Nexus even knew he possessed—he developed a filtering algorithm capable of isolating and blocking the subliminal commands encoded in light.

The implant worked seamlessly, intercepting and neutralizing the commands before they could take root in his subconscious. It allowed Drake to freely manipulate the base’s lighting system, filling every room with encoded messages, without fear of brainwashing himself in the process.

Of course, the implant wasn’t something he could share with the rest of the team. Even if they were willing to overlook the fact that he had secretly installed illegal tech in his own brain, Drake knew most people would balk at the idea of having circuitry surgically embedded in their skulls.

For him, however, it was a necessary precaution. Without it, he’d be as susceptible to his own commands as anyone else—a risk he couldn’t afford to take. The thought of accidentally brainwashing himself into compliance with his own manipulations was both laughable and terrifying.

As far as the Nexus team was concerned, the goggles were destroyed, and Screen Slaver’s technology was a thing of the past. Only Drake knew the truth: the tech wasn’t neutralized—it was just under his control.