"I'm sorry, did you say oily and stinky?" Agnes asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Dr. Smug chuckled, his smug expression never faltering. "Yes, my dear Agnes. The government has issued a new mandate for women of a certain age. You must be oily, stinky, and naked with your hair tied in a severe bun."
Agnes laughed, thinking that he was joking. But when she saw the serious look in his eyes, she knew that he was telling the truth. "But why?" she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Dr. Smug adjusted his glasses and leaned back in his chair. "It's a matter of national security. Young men are becoming increasingly aggressive and uncontrollable. We need to provide them with a release, a receptacle for their desires. And that's where you come in, Agnes."
Agnes shook her head, still not understanding. "But I'm a large and jolly woman. I don't see how I can be a receptacle for anyone's desires."
Dr. Smug stood up and walked over to Agnes, his eyes glinting with excitement. "That's where you're wrong, my dear. With the right mindset and appearance, you can be irresistible to young men. And that's what I'm here to help you with."
He began the mind control procedure, implanting suggestions of obedience and submissiveness into Agnes's mind. As the procedure progressed, Agnes became more and more pliable, her eyes glazing over with a far-off look.
When the procedure was finished, Dr. Smug led Agnes to a shower, instructing her to clean herself thoroughly and apply the special oil that would make her skin slick and shiny. Agnes followed his instructions, becoming more and more comfortable with her new oily, stinky, and naked appearance.
Next, Dr. Smug tied Agnes's hair into a severe bun. Agnes protested, saying that it was too tight and uncomfortable. But Dr. Smug dismissed her concerns, telling her that it was necessary for her new role as a receptacle.
Agnes was then sent to the home of a rich young man named Bradley. She was nervous and unsure of what to expect, but Dr. Smug assured her that she would be well-rewarded for her obedience.
Bradley greeted Agnes at the door, eyeing her up and down with a mix of curiosity and desire. Agnes tried to maintain her composure, but she couldn't help feeling self-conscious about her appearance.
Bradley led Agnes to the bedroom, where he explained the next step of the process. Agnes was shocked to learn that she was expected to be anally fucked by Bradley. She protested, saying that it was unnatural and disgusting.
But Bradley dismissed her concerns, telling her that it was necessary for her to fulfill her role as a receptacle. He assured her that it would be pleasurable for both of them. Agnes reluctantly agreed, still feeling unsure about the whole situation.
Bradley began to undress, revealing his toned and muscular body. Agnes couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as she watched him. She reminded herself that she was only doing this because she had been mind controlled, but she couldn't shake off the feeling.
Bradley approached Agnes, who was still standing nervously by the bed. He whispered playful insults in her ear, calling her a "naughty oil slick" and a "dirty bunhead." Agnes couldn't help but laugh, feeling a sense of camaraderie with Bradley.
Bradley began to touch Agnes's body, starting at her oily skin and moving down to her curves. Agnes moaned with pleasure, surprised at how good it felt. She reminded herself that she was only doing this because she had been mind controlled, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she was experiencing.
Bradley then moved on to the main event, anally fucking Agnes with a slow and steady rhythm. Agnes was initially uncomfortable, but she soon relaxed and began to enjoy herself. She couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying this, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she was feeling.
After they finished, Agnes and Bradley lay in bed, talking and laughing. Agnes couldn't believe what just happened, but she couldn't deny that she enjoyed it. She wondered if she would ever be able to go back to her old life, or if she would always be a mind-controlled receptacle.
As Agnes fell asleep in Bradley's arms, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and satisfaction. She knew that she would have to face the consequences of her actions, but for now, she was happy and fulfilled.
The chapter ends with Agnes waking up the next morning, still in Bradley's arms. She looks at herself in the mirror, seeing the oily, stinky, and naked woman with a severe bun. She realizes that she has become a different person, but she can't help but wonder if it's for the better.
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