Posted on 2018-04-29 13:47:32
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A new commission I got from the wonderful Pozer, based on a story I wrote featuring Kylie from XGB!
You can read the story in correct formatting on HF: www.hentai-foundry.com/st...09/Kylie-Gets-Brainwashed

or click the spoiler below to read it in plaintext!
Medical Trial
1998, New York City

It was just past eleven, and most of the shops in this part of the Bronx had already started to pull their shutters. Kylie squinted at the flyer she'd been handed by a homeless man less than two hours prior. It'd been a peculiar week-- large surges of PKE activity across the grid, and a couple members of the Ghostbusters' 'informant network' -- mostly people who worked on New York's streets, free-clinic doctors, trashmen, and the like -- had started disappearing around the same time these flyers had started swirling around in the October breeze. When she'd asked one of her more paranoid street pals, he'd handed Kylie the flyer and nervously affirmed how spooked it made him. How he took one look and said 'no', even when a few of his friends said yes.

'SERENE MEDICAL TECHNOLOGIES IS LOOKING FOR VOLUNTEERS! $60 CASH FOR ONLY A FEW HOURS OF YOUR TIME!*' it read, in block capitals above a generic clip-art cross with an address below it. They were at least professionally printed, rather than cheap print-shop jobs, but something about it made Kylie wince. 'Medical trials' like that always sounded like something you'd hear about in a horror story -- volunteer for sixty bucks, end up losing a kidney. Plenty of similar programmes had shown up with accredited free clinics across the city, of course, but they were usually blood drives, group counselling, that sort of thing. The tacit implication that one might be peppered with electrodes was never so prevalent as it was with this flyer. Her eyes darted down to the asterisk.

'Timescale may vary.' it read, in far smaller font. 'Compensation may be provided in the form of a voucher that may not be exchangable for cash at Serene Medical's discretion.'
What a rotten gig. Normally this sort of thing would be investigated by the police, but they hadn't shown a single lick of interest in looking into it in a timely manner, and, to put it bluntly, Kylie was sick and tired of waiting for them to think about looking into her friends' disappearances. So she was here, in the driver's seat of the ECTO-1 past office hours, looking into it on her own time. She glanced out of the rain-slick window and sighed. Serene had set up in an abandoned free clinic. Whether they'd legally bought the building, or just outright squatted, they hadn't done a whole lot to deal with the myriad of boarded-up windows dotting its facade. That didn't help the "mad science" vibes.

Her boots splashed through a puddle as she darted from the driver's-side door to the side entrance, the only part of the building still open, and huddled under the porch for a moment. Light was spilling out of the glass doors, and Kylie saw a scrubs-clad receptionist take note of her. She took a deep breath before stepping through the automatic doors, wanting to try and rid herself of the heebie-jeebies.

Inside the place smelled of damp carpet and decayed gurneys. Clearly they'd made an effort to clean up the lobby, but not enough to get out the years-old scent of a late-eighties clinic that had crumbled into disrepair. Still, she saw no signs of rats, nor big pools of blood, and so that was at least a passable first impression. Stepping up to the desk, Kylie held the flyer out before she spoke, hoping it would smooth things over easier, and make her seem less like a nosey parker gone wandering. She definitely looked like some sort of private eye -- wearing a trenchcoat with a button-up shirt and bolo tie, along with Blade Runner level cyberpunk goth boots? Yeah. Not the most inconspicuous of attire. "I was wondering if I could check in for this medical trial yer' offerin'." she said, the Brooklyn lilt slipping from between her painted lips as best she tried to suppress it. Way too late at night for that kinda stuff, for her. Not enough coffee in the tank to care about sounding 'educated' over 'harbor chick'.

The receptionist gave her a surprisingly sincere smile, and nodded. "Oh, yes, I see. We're always looking for new subjects to take part in our tests. Could I take your name?" he asked. She noted he didn't reach for anything to write on. "Kylie Griffin," she said back to him. "Do I need to sign anythin'?" she said, and he waved a hand. "Oh, no, there's no need for paperwork. Just a moment." he reached over and depressed a little doorbell that had only recently been drilled into the desk. After a couple moments' silence, one of the doors across the hall slid open, and a doctor in a white coat gave her a wave. "Through here, miss." he called.

Kylie stepped over with him, and he rather rapidly led her down a long white corridor. The walls had been stained by age and a little decay, but were hardly filthy. Really, she hated hospitals in the first place, but this was-- a little better? Maybe all those raves in the Lower East Side in similarly (if not more) crumbling surroundings had softened her a bit. Plus, there wasn't such a stench of disinfectant. He led her to a little exam-room at the end of the hallway, and shut the door behind them, ushering her in ahead of him. This room stank of disinfectant. It was remarkably sparse -- on one wall was a large screen, currently blank, and opposite it stood a padded examination chair, not far off a dentist's chair, with various buckles and straps dangling from it. A long pane of mirrored glass spread across the sideways wall, telling Kylie that they were probably being watched from the other side.

The doctor stepped over to the chair, and gave the seat-cushion a pat. "Hop up and take a seat. This won't take a second." he said. She moved to oblige as he moved over to a nearby tray of implements, previously hidden from her view by the doctor's position. She only got a glance at them -- silver, oblong objects -- before he gently took her head and pulled it back into the claw-like headrest. He tightened a knob, and she felt her hair being compressed to her skull. "Now, this might sting a little, but bear with it. Just focus on the screen." he said, as two silver glints came into Kylie's eyeline. "Eyes wide open now." he implored. She felt something gently press against both top and bottom eyelids, and instinctively she made to blink... only to find it impossible.

"Now don't press hard against those, you'll just hurt yourself, alright?" he said. Kylie let out a grunt, but before she could move herself to stand, he pulled a set of belts over her wrists and snapped them shut. The same happened over her thighs and calves, and then around her waist too. Her spread-open eye tracked him intently as he circled around her, buckling her in as he went, and then finally reached the other side of her body, holding another set of specula for her eyelids. "Open wide, once again." She had no choice but to comply, opening her eyelids as wide as she could. Very slowly and gently he fitted them between her lids, then stepped back to observe his handiwork. He had spread the specula in both her eyes at a relatively comfortable level. Enough to have them bulging, but not enough that Kylie felt like her eyes might pop out-- or that her eyelids were being strained.

"Now, just focus on the screen, like I say." he said to her, turning to call to the one-way mirror. "Jonston, could you put on sequence P-U-P?" he gave Kylie a quick scan-over with his eyes, focusing intently on her thick hips and plump thighs. "--- Heavy on the red-light content." There was no response from behind the screen, but the black screen jumped into life, giving way to stark white.

In the center of the screen a crosshair projected itself in stark red, shining bright enough to show over Kylie's face, with the center perfectly aligned with the bridge of her nose. The doctor rounded her, standing behind her for a moment to check the alignment, then let out a contented hum. "Ready." he called, and Kylie whimpered. "This's really uncomfortable, doc-- can I juss' go home? You can keep the sixty bucks." she said to him. He snapped his fingers. "Hush, hush. No going back, now. Be quiet, or I'll have to silence you with a gag." he said. Well-- crap. She pulled at her bonds softly, but as she did he sunk a needle into her neck. The injection made her stomach sink, and she felt her entire body slowly sink further into the chair, her muscles slack and worthless.

The screen blinked into a countdown. Stark black on pure white. ONE... TWO... THREE..

Right on the count, the white gave way to pink. Kylie's mind tried to process what she was seeing, but in an instant it was replaced by a different shade-- and as her mind caught up, she realized she had just been staring at a pair of bare breasts half a second ago. Now her held-open eyes managed to catch sight of what was flying by this time-- a hunched-over woman's bare ass, her cheeks partially spread to show off her darkened pucker. She let out an outright gasp, her cheeks flooding red in an instant. GOOD DOG. The embarrassment hit her like a ton of bricks, but before she could even intake the details of the current image it flickered into another. A huge erect cock took up her vision, reflecting in her tear-soaked eyes and consuming her mind's eye for all of a few miliseconds before it flashed away, replaced by the image of a woman on all fours, holding a leather leash in her mouth that attached to a collar worn around her own neck. PUPPY.

The goth gal winced, struggling against her binds and pulling as best she could on the chair, to no avail. She could feel a warmth spreading through her groin, filling up her thighs and making her lips heat up and puff out, dampness already starting to soak into the frilly black underwear she wore beneath her pants. OBEDIENT. The words peppered inbetween frames were almost impossible to read, but Kylie took them in all the same. TREATS. They sunk into her mind like a stone in a swamp, lodging themselves amongst the ridges of her grey matter just as well as the faces of her best friends and family members. Etched into her brain like it had been micron-lasered there. BARK. The images came thick and fast, and Kylie only managed to take in the entirety of some-- most went by as blurs of nipples, cock-heads, puffed-out lips oozing cum, whining puppy-faces frozen in ahegao, lines of girls on all fours, lapping cum out of doggy-bowls... so many different pictures, but all of them slid into head like files in a folder. Were she asked, she could draw any of them from memory. BEG.
The exposure to such graphic imagery quickly ground away at her dignity. SIT. Originally she'd come in here with the idea of being a rootin' tootin' private eye, snooping around, prying into some files, cracking open some doors... but all of that had slid away. KNEEL. She had sunken into the chair entirely within a minute, staring blankly at the flashing, pulsing imagery as it came, thick and fast and completely captivating. Her peripheral vision faded into a dull grey, and the only color that was processed by her addled brain was that which came off the jiggling asses and jizzing cocks displayed before her emerald-green peepers. ROLL OVER.

Within three minutes of 'treatment', Kylie's mind had begun to turn into mush. The imagery was only displayed for a few miliseconds at a time, and so within less time than it took to make a coffee, she had been exposed to thousands of images and subliminal commands, only a fraction of which she had been able to process; the rest had slid easily past her mind's in-built ego filters and bored right into her subconscious, seeding her mental foundation with puppy-sluttery. With the basis of her 'new' mind erected, the commands came more frequently, and became more complex.

GOOD GIRL. EAT DOGGY FOOD. WAG YOUR TAIL. BEG FOR MASTER. ON ALL FOURS. WALK LIKE A PUPPY. FETCH YOUR BALL. SLEEP IN YOUR BASKET. YOU LOVE BELLY RUBS. PANT PANT PANT.

It completely drowned out all the memories that came before, and, after a total of ten minutes of intensive subliminal mental obliteration, Kylie had succumbed entirely. Where she previously sat with her lips pursed and her teeth gritted, her mouth now hung wide open, her tongue lolling loose and trailing drool down herself as she instinctively panted like the puppy she had become. Of course the conditioning had not been flawless-- some aspects of her memory remained, but for the most part she had been successfully scrubbed into puppydom. Perhaps even permanently, as the rapid influx of such graphic imagery was likely to have 'ruined' her brain-- but only by some definitions.

At the top of the tenth minute, the 'test' was called to an end by the two doctors overseeing it, and the screen was switched off. The specula were gently removed from Kylie's eyes, and she was released from the chair. Adjusting to the whole-wide-world of color - to a world that wasn't entirely composed of dick, pussy, ass, and tits - seemed like a hurdle for Kylie at first, but she managed to clamber out of the restraining chair with the aid of the doctor who had led her in earlier. She immediately fell to all fours infront of him, staring up with wide green eyes, her tongue bobbing back and forth with every huffy, panting breath.

"It looks like the P-U-P program is a success." he called to the window, gently reaching down to take ahold of Kylie's bolo tie, using it like a makeshift leash. "We'll have to take her downstairs to the ward-- get someone ready to strip her and change her. We'll need a leash, too." he called, as he stared into Kylie's bright green eyes. There was something like a glint of intellect still hidden back there, somewhere, but he knew it would never surface again-- she desired, now, to be a puppy far too strong to ever fight back...

Epilogue

Doctor Jonston stepped into the restricted ward in the basement of Serene's New York center, letting out a little sigh as he looked over the myriad of empty beds now dotting the previously-full ward. Most of the other 'patients' had been 'released' to other projects, or sought out by buyers across the globe, by now. But a handful still remained within the facility's confines-- though this ward now stood nearly-empty, they had another two lower-security wards dotted with 'patients'. This one had been kept as it was for one of their "special" patients. She had yet to find a buyer or an interested researcher to scoop her up and take her to pastures new, and, though he would never admit it, Jonston was very glad for that.

He patted his thigh with his free hand, then stuck two fingers into his mouth to whistle. "Ky-ky! Come on, pupper!" he called. A shape shuffled behind the privacy screen keeping one of only three occupied beds discreet, and then the almost-naked form of Ky-ky, also known as Subject #092, came into view. She wore nothing but a soft blue cotton hospital gown, undone at the back, and a thick studded black leather collar with a long leash dangling off it. She pattered across the tile on all floors, wearing specially-made gloves and kneepads to keep her nice and safe, and quickly scurried up to Jonston's feet. She slid to a perfect sitting posture between his slightly-parted shoes, and lifted her head up to pant-pant-pant and RRRRUFF! happily at him. He rewarded her good behaviour almost immediately with a gravy-bone.

Yes, Jonston was glad that Ky-ky hadn't found a buyer yet. She had been the first successful P-U-P program patient, but her... 'unique' -- gothic -- appearance was not what most of their P-U-P program investors had been looking for. The redheads and brunettes sold the best, with blondes running a close third. But raven-haired, pale-skinned goths with thick eyeliner and even thicker eyeshadow? With jingly ankh earrings and spiked doggy collars? Well, to most prospective doggy-buyers, Kylie seemed like a show-dog only, and like she might have an ill temper. And although he might have been able to prove them wrong there and then... Jonston didn't really want to, as he'd grown a soft spot for the little pup.

Ky-ky thudded over onto her side, and he hunched down to give her blue-clad belly a gentle little rub. Not too much, -- one could never spoil a puppy with too much love -- but just enough to keep her wanting. She let out a satisfied, guttural growl toward him, and stared at him with utterly blank eyes, as dopey as the dogs she was trained after. Yes, he would do as much as he could, under the radar, to ensure his little Ky-pup was never snatched up by some rich man with too much time on his hands. He figured she'd have liked that, if she had any thoughts beyond when her next treat would be.

Woof Woof.