The Seed of the New Normal

Drake Voss, situated comfortably in his quarters, focused intensely not on the physical ministrations of Ana but on the meticulous crafting of his grand psychological schema. His gaze was distant, reflecting not the room's dim light but the glow of his own intellectual triumph. Here, in the quiet hum of his private space, he reflected on the inception of his most potent manipulation: the strategic reinforcement of a simple, undeniable truth into a tool of profound influence.

Two weeks ago he'd created the seed that he'd steadily built upon every day since, slowly warping the base's common sense beyond all recognition even as each step along that path was only minutely different from the last:

Semen is important in sexual reproduction.

Drake began with this basic biological fact, a concept so universally acknowledged that its acceptance was automatic among the Nexus base personnel. However, using the subliminal messaging capabilities of the Screenslaver tech adapted to the lighting system, Drake didn't just let this belief sit idle; he amplified it. The light-emitted subliminals strengthened this belief, reinforcing its significance until it overshadowed other cognitive acknowledgments.

Next he went with:

Sexual reproduction is important for superpowers, as you need people for there to be super-powered people.

This assertion, while somewhat less self-evident, was a logical step up from the first. It linked the necessity of human reproduction to the existence of superpowers, leveraging the truth that without people, there can be no superhumans. Again, using the light-based subliminal technology, Drake ensured this belief was ingrained more deeply, making it resonate with an undeniable logic within the minds of the base personnel.

Next Drake pruned these self-evidentially true beliefs into something altogether different.

From the accepted truth that "Semen is important in sexual reproduction" Drake began the process of abstraction. He used the subliminal messages to slowly omit the specific context of sexual reproduction, leaving the simplified belief: Semen is important. This subtle shift removed the direct link to reproduction, allowing the significance of semen to be perceived in a broader, more ambiguous light.

Building on the newly established belief in the general importance of semen, Drake introduced the next logical extension: Semen is important for superpowers. Here, the groundwork laid by the previous belief that sexual reproduction (and by extension, semen) was critical for the existence of superhumans, made this leap seem less drastic. The personnel, already accustomed to the idea that semen held unspecified significant properties, found it a smaller step to believe that it could influence superpowers directly.

In both steps, the crucial mechanism was the light-emitted subliminal system. Each pulse of light not only carried the specific messages designed by Drake but also reinforced the importance of these beliefs over others. The continuous exposure ensured that these beliefs did not just enter the minds of the Nexus personnel but dominated their cognitive landscape, overshadowing and eventually replacing less frequently stimulated thoughts.

The beauty of this approach was its subtlety. Drake's manipulation did not introduce radically new ideas but rather sculpted the existing ones into forms that served his purposes. The process of pruning was less about adding new content and more about shaping the context in which these ideas were understood. By gradually isolating semen from its reproductive connotations and associating it directly with superpowers, he ensured that the transformation in belief was both profound and unnoticed.

This manipulation was akin to guiding a plant to grow in a certain direction; the plant grows naturally, yet the gardener's hand invisibly guides its path. Similarly, the minds of Nexus personnel naturally adapted to and accepted these new beliefs as if they had arrived at them by themselves, without recognizing the external guidance they had received.

As Drake reflected on the progress of his psychological schema, he couldn't help but marvel at the elegance of his own strategy. The base personnel had not only accepted these new beliefs but had integrated them so deeply into their identities that they defended and propagated them as their own.

A case in point was kneeling on the floor against the bed between his widely spread legs...

Ana hummed contentedly as she worked, her lips wrapped tightly around Drake’s massive cock, feeling its thick vein pulse against her tongue with each heartbeat. She felt a thrill of pride that she, the oldest and surely the most experienced in their department, was chosen for this essential task. The younger staff, those fresh-faced techs with their naïve eagerness, wouldn’t know the first thing about handling Drake’s enormous needs. His large, heavy balls demanded regular attention, and Ana knew just how to provide it.

She was acutely aware that Drake’s brilliance, his incredible mind, functioned best when he was fully relieved. It was a sort of maintenance for his genius, draining those huge nuts regularly to keep him sharp and focused. Ana smirked against his shaft; only she had the skill to manage this beast, a point of smug satisfaction against her younger, less experienced colleagues.

Her top was open, unzipped long enough to give her ample, sagging breasts freedom to sway and press against Drake’s throbbing length. She used them like skilled tools of her trade, mashing the soft, weathered flesh up against him, adding a layer of stimulation that only someone of her seasoned prowess could manage. Each press of her heavy tits sent ripples through the both of them, enhancing the moist warmth of her mouth.

As she sucked, Ana’s mind flickered briefly to the idea that every load of Drake’s thick, mutant cum she swallowed might just be her ticket to something more—maybe even superpowers. She wasn’t naive enough to think it a certainty, her age giving her a tempered hope rather than blind optimism. But the thought was a pleasant tickle at the back of her mind, a delightful possibility that made each session feel even more crucial.

She worked him with a passion that was almost reverent, slurping loudly, the wet, obscene sounds echoing softly in the secluded space. Ana’s technique was meticulous, honed by years of experience; she knew exactly how to draw it out, to build up the pressure until Drake was gasping, his hands fisting in her hair as he neared his peak.

With a practiced motion, Ana pressed her tongue flat against the underside of his cock as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She could feel him swell in her mouth, the head pulsating as she prepared to take his load. And when he finally came, she was ready, her throat opening to accept the rush of hot, salty semen. It was more than just a physical act for Ana; it was almost a sacrament, each swallow a hopeful step towards a potential, miraculous enhancement of her own.

After the deed was done, she cleaned him up with a few final, tender licks, ensuring not a drop was wasted. Drake leaned back, a look of utter satisfaction on his face, and Ana couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. She’d done her job well, kept the biggest brain on the base running smoothly with her diligent care.

As she stuffed her ladies away and zipped up her top, her thoughts wandered to the strangeness of her contentment. There was no doubt in her mind about the rightness of what she was doing; it felt as natural as breathing. The idea that she was playing her part, contributing to the greater good in such a personal, intimate manner, was oddly fulfilling. It never occurred to her to question it, to wonder why this felt so normal. It was just another day in the base, another necessary task completed.

Ana left the room with a slight spring in her step, ready to return to her other duties, her mind clear and focused. She didn’t see the subtle glow of the lights above her, didn’t hear the faint hum of subliminal messages continuing to shape her thoughts and desires. To her, everything was as it should be, perfectly normal, perfectly satisfying. And as she walked away, her thoughts lingered on the next time she’d be called upon, looking forward to it with a sense of eager anticipation.