Semi-short Story.

Slightly dyslexic so please excuse any typos. New to this.

On a day like any other, you find yourself waiting for your oder at local coffee shop. The barista calls your name as he places your oder on the counter. "That's funny" you think as you see a small pastry in a bag next to your drink. Noticing your confusion the barista says "It's a new product we are trying. We're giving out free samples as a promotion for today only!". After thanking him and collecting your order, you walk outside to sit at one of the open tables, pull out your phone and take a sip of your drink.

An otherwise normal day with the same routine. But this time you're stomach growls. Having had a light lunch, you look down at the pastry still wrapped in its paper bag. Being curious you pick it up and take a bite. At first you think it's nothing special. Another soon-to-be overpriced menu item that is never as good as it looks in the display. But then you feel something hard that tatses almost metalic. You hear a soft click and buzzing in the back of your neck for a fraction of a second. Surprised, you feel around your mouth with your tongue. You don't want to cause a scene by spitting it out. Having found nothing you shrug and decided to swallow. Maybe it was your imagination, right? However, the second your throat clears you feel the buzzing again in the back of your head. Your limbs feel limp and relax as you slump a bit in your chair. A sensation of soft pokes and grabs rolls over your body as if being felt on all side by invisible hands. They pour over every inch of you and you begin to feel them working their way up to your chest and down between your legs. Just as suddenly as it starts, the sensation ends and you have full control over your body again.

Mildly panicked and looking around, you find nobody nearby and it seems no one noticed what had just happened to you. You shake it off thinking it's just lack of calories from lunch and decide to try the pastry again. This time you find a much different taste. It's warm and sweet with a light berry filling you can't quite identify. Maybe strawberry and blueberry? You proceed to finish the pastry and take another sip of your drink. Glancing at your phone you notice it's getting late and decide it's time to head home for the day.

The rest of the evening passes and you find yourself getting ready for bed. Removing your clothes an tossing them into the hamper by the closet, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and stare. You stand up straight, your head moves up then down as your eyes trace your body from head to toe, dressed in only your bra and panties. Pausing for second at your chest and the again at your hips. You stand there for a moment before you catch yourself. You know it's your favorite bra but you don't normally space out staring at it. "It's time for bed", you think. You must just be tired. Tomorrow's Saturday so you can sleep in. You thrown on a comfortable, oversized pajama shirt, turn off the light and doze off.

A few hours pass and you find yourself dreaming (or so you think). In this dream you are walking from room to room carrying your phone and sending strange texts periodically. The texts read "Sequence started!", "Signal strong", "subject highly compatible!", "Optimizing fine motor control", "Control in process, slow takeover initiated!" "Returning subject to sleep state!". You then drift off peacefully.

Awaking the next morning and vaguely recalling a strange dream, you reach for your phone to check the time only to find it already in your hand. Thinking you must have passed out with it again, you unlock it to check your messages. Strangely you find your messages already open and on a blank contact with no number as if you tried to make or delete one but never finished. Shrugging it off as a fluke you see it's now 11:32am. A bit later that you wanted to sleep in but you have no other plans for the day anyway. "Time to get something to eat", you say softly to yourself.

As you walk towards your door, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your pajama shirt is now gone and on the floor at the foot of your bed. "Weird", you think to yourself. "Maybe I got too hot?". Before you realize it and having been lost in though, you have already walked out of your bedroom as if you had completely lost track of what you were doing. You think about stopping but you seem to be determined to head to the kitchen. "Must just be hungry and still half awake. I don’t normally cook in my underwear, but it's not like anyone is going to see me.". You then proceed to make breakfast, sort out your clothes for the day and head to take a shower.

Having reached the bathroom, you turn on the shower and undress. You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror and pause. Once again you find yourself looking up and down at your now naked body. You feel as if you are judging yourself, measuring every feature and making notes. It's weird and you tense up because you can't seem to look away. Then suddenly your whole body relaxes and your breathing slows as if your body is telling you that you are calm. It takes another second to be able to move as your eyes make one final pass over your hips.

Confused but feeling your body strangely relaxed, you brush it off as being stressed out from work. You proceed to take shower, dry yourself off, bursh your teeth and hair, then walk out of the bathroom. This time you consciously pause and look back at your towel now on the floor and your bra and panties were you left them. Standing there completely naked you think you must be losing your mind. You didn't even have a chance to think about it before dropping your towel and walking out. You then walk back into the bathroom, wrap your towel around you again, collect your underwear and return to your bedroom.

As you start to get dressed you realize you have already put on your shirt without a bra and are about to pull up your jeans with no panties on. Bra you can go without, not like you haven't before, but you ARE wearing panties, you think to yourself. "Chalk that up as another part of this weird day" you mutter. You step both legs into your panties and pull them up, only to immediately feel a buzz and a mild rubbing sensation between your legs as they rest against your skin. You jump a bit in surprise. Looking down you don't see anything out of the ordinary and try again. The sensation returns but is more subtle. Like a tingling against your clit. You take them off once more and trow them into the hamper. "Must be the new fabric softener". You find a new pair and put them on. All is normal. You sigh and finish getting dressed. You grab your keys and head to the store, a bottle of fabric softener now on your list.

You get to the store and start walking the aisles, gathering the various items on your list, only to find that light rubbing sensation has returned. It's annoying but not compromising, so you continue wandering through the store. Unfortunately for you, it starts to get stronger the more you walk and you start to feel it in your nipples. Not wearing a bra and becoming aroused, you begin to worry if people can see your nipples poking from behind your shirt. When that thought hits you, it feels like a lightning bolt of pleasure for a split second as if your body is telling you it likes that idea. Almost tripping and bracing yourself against your shopping cart, you hurry to the nearest restroom. Once alone, you immediately remove your jeans and panties to find the feelings immediately stop. Sighing and thinking "what the hell is in that fabric softener?" you throw your noticeably damp panties in the trash and redress yourself. Now being able to walk a straight line and your nipples no longer trying to poke holes through your shirt, you finish your shopping and head home. Annoyed, but strangely calm and feeling lighter.

Once home you put away your items, throw the old fabric softener in the trash and processed to wash all of your clothes dirty or otherwise. And taking off the clothes you're wearing in the process. That last part you don't notice until you are finished and they are already running through the washer.

Having no dry clothes, but not wearing any seemingly the theme of the day, you walk to your bedroom and reach for the towel from earlier to cover yourself. Once again you find yourself face to face with the mirror. This time you smile slightly and slowly start moving around infront of it, as if to see all the places you missed the last time. You start to feel that tingling, rubbing sensation. Growing stronger and stronger with every bend and pose your body makes. As if your body is moving on it's own, you swing your hips, turning around, bending over slightly, running your hands over your body. It's like you're showing off for someone else, but it's only you. You spread your legs and gently rub your nipples while holding your breasts. Standing there and staring, as if waiting for approval. The entire time you're thinking "Am I really doing this?". You feel normal and good even, and you're body definitely wants it. But it's not right! It's not something you'd do so randomly! But it is you, so you must be doing it, right? How long has it been? Should you just go with it?

You find yourself now sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, legs spread as wide as they will go. Every part of your body is hot and tingling, but your heart rate doesn't change. Like your body is telling you it's fine and not taking no for an answer. You begin to rub yourself, not lightly but not too hard either. It feels strange, like it's not your hand. At that thought, you once again feel like a lightning bolt went through you as a wave of intensity and pleasure washes over you. Like your body is trying again, hard, to convince you this is right. Twisting your hormones and senses to make you it's plaything as your fingers slip inside you. You feel everything, you can't fight it, it's like a compelling urge. It doesn't feel bad, but it does feel off. Like your mind is the only part of you that agrees with you. You finger yourself infront of the mirror, faster and harder for several minutes until you burst and squirt all over your reflection in the mirror. You collapse onto the floor panting heavily as if from a heavy workout. You're tired, but somehow your body feels completely at ease and lighter than it has all day. You feel normal "which is odd", you think to yourself. "Why wouldn't I feel normal?". "And since when do I squirt that hard? After only a few minutes?". It's as if something forced you to orgasm.

Finishing the laundry and being too exhausted from the days drama to focus, you clean up after yourself, thrown on only your pajama shirt and fall into bed. You pass out within minutes.

You find yourself in a dream again, much like the previous night. Only now you are completely naked and standing in front of the mirror. You are texting again. The messages are even more strange and personal this time. They read "Subject Data" with a list of your name, age, address, control level and body description. You see your heigh, weight, exact body measurements including breast size, hips, waist, inseam, hormones "modification active", and fertility probability listed as "safe". Control level is 70% with an estimated time for total control to be possible at "9:15AM". High resolution pictures are then attached with every inch of your body captured, including throat, anus and vagina spread and open wide. for the camera. Despite the overwhelming confusing, you find yourself fixated on the picture of your throat. You can faintly make out what looks like a small metallic object inside, latched on to the roof of your mouth. A final text is sent "Returning subject to sleep state!". And the dream ends.

The next morning you wake up groggy but otherwise alert. You go about your morning as normal, no strange interutptions or clothing mishaps. "Maybe last night was exactly what I needed to feel normal again?", you think to yourself. The time is now 9:14AM

You start to feel a buzz in the back of your neck. Your eyes widen as you remember your dream and you rush to the bathroom mirror. Opening your mouth you can just barely see the outline of something. You reach in with your finger but can't find anything. You feel around with your tongue, but still nothing is there. You open your mouth as wide as you can and watch your finger move slowly towards this "thing" inside of you but you can't touch it. Your body won't let you!

The time is now 9:15AM. Your body relaxes, the tension and rapid pulse from your discovery fades instantly as your mind continues to race. You can't fight it! you can't feel it because you feel what it wants you to feel! You have lost yourself! Your body raises your phone and scrolls to the bottom of a text conversation that was never deleted. All of the revealing pictures of you on full display is embarrassing and terrifying but your body doesn't react to your feelings. You begin to compose another message. It reads "Subject control level 100%, maintaining full control until commanded tasks are completed!". "Ready to receive commands!".

Your phone rings. Your voice answers "yes master?".