Go all out.

Something naughty, huh. You decide to go all out. You find a connection from fear to clarity and change it to arousal instead. You do the same for shame. Doubt is already wired to confidence so that's fine. You look up at Carliah, her excitement clearly visible. For good measure you change arousal to lust.

You send the request to your pc and look up at Carliah. Her face has gone red and she's in the process of taking off her pants.

"I don't know what you did but I like it. Just tell me you want to fuck me and I'm all yours." she says while breathing heavily.

You feel your pants tent at not only the sight of Carliah stripping for you but also at the thoughts of all the other things you could do with this power.

Carliah has managed to take off her pants and shirt. She crawls over to you seductively before pinning your with your back to the bed, your legs still dangling over the edge of the bed. She massages your cock through your pants and rubs her face on it.

"It smells so good. So musky. But I want more." she says, her voice shaky from excitement.

She unzips your pants and starts trying to pull them down. You're still pinned to the bed however, which makes it difficult for her to get to her newest obsession. She's filled with determination though and in the end manages to get them far enough down your legs to get access to your underwear. She quickly hooks her fingers into the band of your underwear and with her eyes locked onto yours she pulls it down, releasing your dick from its confines.

Your dick isn't massive by any means, but you've never felt unsure about it. It seems your confidence was not misplaced, because Carliah lets out an audible gasp at the sight of it as it pops out of your underwear.

She wraps a hand around it and gently starts stroking it. You decide to quickly check your phone. Lust, 89%. Fuck, that can't be healthy. But you decide not to intervene just yet. You let Carliah do her thing as she experiments with your dick.

She slowly moves her hands up and down your shaft, her face only inches from the tip of it. Then, tantalizingly slowly, she extends her tongue and laps at the little bit of precum that had formed there. You can't help but let out a small moan as you have your first experience with another woman.

You look at her face and see a wide, mischievous grin. "I love the salty taste of your precum. I can't wait to taste all of it when you cum." she whispers breathlessly. "When was the last time you showered? Your dick has such a strong musky smell to it. Fuck, it's making my head spin." she adds before extending her tongue again. She licks your shaft all the way down along the side of your dick, towards your balls. You're in heaven. Please don't let it stop. Ever.

You could easily reprogram her such that this is the only thing in life she receives joy from. She'll be your cock sucking **** for all of eternity. As soon as the thought crosses your mind you're pulled back to reality and you open your eyes. Was this wrong?

The pleasure was making it really hard to think clearly right now, but the nagging feeling was persistent. Were these really Carliah's feelings? Or was this all fake? Fabricated by a program that you had written.

The thought was pushed away for a moment again though as Carliah reached your balls and started covering them with her saliva. She was drooling like a bitch in heat as she slobbered all over your balls like she was trying to wash them with her tongue. It felt amazing, and the realisation that this was probably only making Carliah fall deeper into a lust-addled obsession was extremely hot.

It also presented the problem of morality again though. Would she be enjoying herself like this if it weren't for the changes you made to her ECU? You extend your hand and grab Carliah's hair in a weak attempt to stop the obsessed little slut from burying her face deeper into your crotch, but she just moans from the pain of you pulling on her hair and continues her wet **** on your balls.

If you were going to back out and make things right, now would be the time to do so. You weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to handle this feeling before your last bit of resistance faded and you would let her do whatever she wanted until she fell **** from the overload of chemicals currently tormenting her brain.