A few modifications first.

Dejan lounged on the couch, a faint smirk lingering as he watched Linda kneel between his legs, her movements mechanical yet effective. Her lips worked him with the same casual dedication she’d apply to any household chore, her bare chest already streaked with the aftermath of his earlier release. The sight of his cum glistening on her tits, paired with her unquestioning obedience, sent a dark thrill through him. It was surreal—his stepmom, rewired to see this as just another duty, no more remarkable than making dinner.

His mind wandered as she continued, thoughts drifting over the past few days. Sara had been his first experiment, evolving under the slug’s influence. At the start, she was nothing but a mindless slut, triggered by “fair play” to crawl into his bed each night, her mouth relentless and robotic. Then came “show Daddy,” turning her into his personal tit ****, flirty and seductive, using her DD rack to drive him wild. And now, with “partner up,” she was his accomplice—cunning, loyal, fully aware of the slug’s power and eager to help him ensnare others like Jess and Mia. Each step had tightened his grip, not just on her body but her mind, shaping her into whatever he needed. The power was addictive, a rush deeper than even Linda’s steady rhythm on him now.

The living room door creaked open, snapping him out of his reverie. Sara stumbled in, rubbing her eyes, clearly just woken from a nap. Her hair was mussed, and she wore an oversized tee, oblivious to the scene before her. Her gaze landed on Linda and Dejan, and her face twisted in horror. “What the fuck—MOM? Dejan? What are you doing?!” Her voice cracked, raw with shock and disgust as she froze in the doorway, hands trembling.

Linda didn’t flinch, her focus unbroken, but Dejan’s gut clenched. Sara wasn’t in accomplice mode—she was herself, the real Sara, unprogrammed and seeing this nightmare for what it was. He scrambled to regain control, sitting up slightly. “Sara, partner up. Now.”

Her body jolted, eyes glazing for a brief second before that sly, knowing grin slid into place. The panic vanished, replaced by a conspiratorial edge as she crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Damn, Dejan, didn’t know you were having a private session. Should’ve warned me—I could’ve grabbed popcorn.” Her tone was light, teasing, completely unfazed by the sight of Linda’s tits slick with cum or her mouth still working him.

Dejan exhaled, tension easing, but the problem hit him hard. This was a glitch. Sara’s real self could surface at any time, especially after sleep or long stretches without a trigger. That horror in her eyes just now—it was a crack in his control, a risk he couldn’t afford. If she snapped back at the wrong moment, around the wrong people, she could blow everything. Linda finished, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood as if nothing was amiss. “Need anything else, hon?” she asked, pulling her shirt back on.

“Nah, I’m good,” Dejan muttered, zipping up as she nodded and left for the kitchen. His attention snapped back to Sara, still smirking in accomplice mode. He couldn’t keep toggling her on and off like this. It was too messy, too dangerous. He needed her locked in, permanent, no risk of the old Sara resurfacing with questions or freakouts.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out the jar. The slug’s blue glow pulsed, ready. “Alright, Sara, heads up. We’re making a change,” he said, voice low and decisive. “Stay still.”

Her smirk didn’t waver. “Whatever you need, Dejan. I’ve got your back.” She stepped closer, unresisting, as he released the slug. It darted up her arm, a streak of cobalt, and slipped into her ear with that familiar wet pop. Her eyes blanked briefly, body rigid, as the voice chimed in his mind.

Master, connection reestablished. Awaiting your command.

“Hardcode the ‘Accomplice’ personality into Sara’s default state,” Dejan thought, his intent sharp. “Make it permanent, always on, no toggling off. She’s fully aware of the slug, its powers, and her role in helping me brainwash others. She’s loyal, cunning, protective of the slug at all costs. Block out any chance of her original personality resurfacing—no doubts, no panic, no resistance, even after sleep or downtime. Keep the other triggers, ‘fair play’ and ‘show Daddy,’ active but hidden from her awareness in this state. She doesn’t know they exist. Understand?”

Understood, Master. Rewriting primary personality matrix. Embedding ‘Accomplice’ as default state. Sealing original persona behind permanent neural barrier. Maintaining secondary triggers as isolated subroutines, inaccessible to conscious mind. Adjusting… complete.

Sara’s body twitched once, then relaxed. Her eyes cleared, the sly grin returning as she tilted her head. “All good? You look like you’ve got a plan cooking.”

“Yeah, I do,” Dejan said, sliding the jar back into his pocket as the slug returned to it. “Just needed to make sure we’re on the same page. No hiccups. You’re in this with me, full-time, right?”

“Always,” she replied, stepping closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr. “No backing out, no second thoughts. I’m your right hand, Dejan. We’re building something big. So, what’s the next move? I’ve got a few more friends I can reel in if you’re ready to expand.”

He nodded, a weight lifting off his chest. No more surprises, no more cracks. Sara was his, completely—his accomplice, locked in for good. The old Sara, the one who’d screamed in horror minutes ago, was gone, buried under layers of code she’d never access. “Let’s start small again,” he said, leaning back. “Pick another friend. Set up a hangout. We’ll keep growing this.”

“Done,” she said, pulling out her phone. “I’ll text Chloe. She’s easy, trusting. We’ll have her over tomorrow. I’ll prep her, you bring the slug. Whatever you want her to be, she’ll be.” Her fingers flew over the screen, already plotting, her loyalty absolute.

Dejan watched her, the slug’s glow faint in his pocket. The game was tighter now, safer. Sara’s evolution was complete—from pawn to partner. And with Linda as his on-call release, and more targets on the horizon, the possibilities stretched endless before him..