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This is a rough draft short story that involves a little mind control, that I was futzing with.

I decided not to make it an epic story - just tell something short. I am still editing. I'd love to get some feedback. There is no flatulence (and by that, I mean a little) and no sex.

I have Superpowers! I first discovered I had invisibility about a year ago!

I haven’t used it to stop crime, and I haven’t told anyone. I am still unsure if I want to be a superhero or a villain. I am not exactly built to fight crime; I am kind of wimpy. I keep hoping that super strength and speed will manifest before I graduate.

There are a lot of people at my school whose asses I’d like to kick.

All things considered, Invisibility is still a great superpower. It makes me wonder how many other people have it and don’t tell anyone. You’d never see them walking around with it. They could be in the room with you right now, and as long as they didn’t make a sound, you’d never know it.

The cool part is that it works for me whether I am fully dressed or not. I can even mentally activate it while wearing my glasses, and I can’t be seen. The limitation is that it doesn’t work all the time, and I’ve not been able to determine why. I do have a theory that I call J.O.S.H.

My Juxtamorphic Occipital Suppression Hypothesis (J.O.S.H.) theorizes that I have developed a psionic mutation that generates juxtamorphic energy. This energy is a unique bioelectrical field capable of disrupting neural pathways in the occipital lobe, the region responsible for visual processing. This disruption creates what I refer to as a "junctional block," temporarily suppressing an individual’s ability to perceive visual stimuli. I believe that emotional or biological connections between myself and the target amplify this effect, likely due to a psionic resonance that reduces the brain’s natural resistance to external influence. Although this energy effectively suppresses sight, other senses, such as hearing and touch, remain unaffected, suggesting that my mutation is either incomplete or still in the early stages of its evolution.

Juxtamorphism represents the next step in human evolution. It must be an evolutionary mutation, and science has yet to advance to be able to detect it. My mutation grants me the ability to override specific neural functions in others. However, its inconsistency suggests the mutation is still developing, with proximity and familiarity being critical factors for success. Theoretical future advancements could expand its scope to suppress other senses, such as sound or touch, by targeting additional areas of the brain. For now, I continue to test its effectiveness in controlled scenarios, focusing on refining the ability and understanding its limitations.

In short, I can turn invisible at will, but only around family members (so far).

It was Saturday, and I’d been testing my super powers for about eight months. My sister was today’s test subject. I heard her enter the bathroom and waited for the shower. I had to be careful – one mistake, and she may finally figure it out.

Annabelle had left the bathroom door cracked, so it was easy to slip in. I don’t know why she always does that, but it makes it much easier when I use her as my test subject. The room was already warm and full of steam. The mirror was already fogged up. I stood by the door for a second, watching the outline of her body behind the shower curtain.

“She’s so lucky, She's so lucky, she's a star, But she cries, cries, cries in her lonely heart, thinking…” my younger sister was singing off-key to herself, utterly oblivious to my presence.

I snickered because I knew this would be easy.

She was humming, light and off-key. The water sprayed over her sexy little body as she worked the soap into a lather. I pushed the door open fully so that I could come inside. The door creaked.

Annabelle froze. "Is someone here? That door just won’t stay closed," she said, looking over her shoulder toward the door. “Why does it keep doing that?” she asked herself. The girls in my family think our bathroom door has a tendency to swing all the way open.

I’m the only guy in the family, and none of them know a thing about tools, so they haven’t even tried to fix it.

My sister’s wet blonde hair stuck to her back, and beads of water ran down her milky-white skin. She had goosebumps on her tiny boobs. She turned back to the water, laughing a little to herself as she shampooed and continued singing the Britney Spears song.

‘Knock, knock, knock on the door; it's time for make-up, perfect smile,” Annabelle smiled broadly. She’s a cheerleader in school, so she knows how to really cheese it up for the camera. She’s always excited and happy, just like our mom.

I crept like a Ninja, formulating my plan for today’s experiment. I used to do really simple things – move something around and take a peep. I had grown much bolder over time.

I reached into the shower and plugged the drain. She didn’t even notice when I bent over in front of her. She just kept singing off-key with a delighted energy.

I looked up at her pretty blonde pubic hair. My little sister’s carpet definitely matches the drapes -which is more than I can say for my mother and older sister. She has just a wisp of pretty hair and the most beautiful pink pussy you’ve ever seen. It looks like it’s made out of bubble gum. I reached out and slid one finger up and down the crack of it.

“Ooh, something feels good,” she said with a smirk, completely unaware I was the source of her pleasure. Annabelle would be aghast if she knew it was her older brother who just stroked her pussy ever so delicately. Her boyfriend is a jock, he’d probably step on my face and break my spine.

Invisibility wouldn’t help me then. I was tempted to poke my finger inside her, but I didn’t want to push my luck. She reached down just as I took my hand away and mirrored my strokes- delicately frigging herself while washing with the other hand.

Water droplets splashing on my back don’t seem to interfere with the invisibility. I’ve avoided a large amount of water because I assumed that it would pool on my back and appear to hover in front of the subject.

I am still not entirely sure how object permanence works. It seems like sometimes I can slip an object that was visible to someone who cannot see me in my pockets, and it becomes invisible. However, I am careful because what if it doesn’t?

What if I eat something, and the food remains visible as I chew it? I am not yet ready to dare that experiment. I can’t tell my sister what I am doing – she’d consider me a pervert for all the times I’ve spied on her in the shower.

I would probably tell her that I am a guy – and naturally, the first thing that a guy with invisibility would do is spy on women changing or taking a shower. I haven’t wanted to try my experiment at school.

I am not convinced I am refracting light and physically invisible. I suspect that I am using my psionic ability to suppress my sister’s optic nerves and control what she sees. That means I may not be able to project that suppression to so many subjects at once.

It also only seems to work in close proximity of the subject. I reached up and grabbed the slippery soap out of my sister’s hand. She had no reason to fight me because she had no idea I was there. I dropped it on the bathtub floor.

“Oops, clumsy me!” she bent over to pick it up.

I got behind her to look at her ass. I love butts! She’s got a really tight one. I can’t see her asshole when she bends over. I pinched her ass.

“Ouch, what was that?” she rubbed her butt and stood up.

The key to scientific experimentation is repeatability. I’ve done that test about thirty times now, and every time I pinch her, she never gets suspicious. She responds with a cute “ooh!” and rubs her bottom.

Now, it was time for a little mischief. I don’t hate my sisters; I'm far from it. I love both of them! However, I’ve come to see them as test subjects when I am performing experiments, and that means I have to remain a little detached.

I also like to play pranks, and being invisible is a perfect superpower for that.

I abruptly turned off the hot water. She was using so much of it, and it was steaming up the windows.

“Aieeeeeeee!” she screamed as the cold water hit her perfectly formed, shapely little boobs. They remind me of two peaches set up high on her chest. The nipples stiffened immediately as goosebumps spread across her body while she reacted to the sudden icy water in a panic.

She screamed, pressing herself against the wall as the icy water blasted her. "Oh my God, what the hell?!" she yelled, slapping the wall tiles like they could do something about it. Her whole body shook as she tried to dodge the freezing spray, her feet slipping on the wet floor.

Her hands slapped against the curtain like she was going to rip it open, but she didn’t. She twisted around under the spray, her voice rising in little squeals and curses as she shivered.

“Ah! What happened? That’s so mean!” she said to herself as she adjusted the water temperature to normalize it. My sister loves to talk to herself when she thinks no one is in the room! She’ll even talk dirty sometimes. It’s very sexy because she has such a chipper outlook – like a Disney star and when I hear her say something about orgasms and getting off, it makes me hard as a rock.

Today, it seemed she wasn’t in the mood to masturbate. I decided to pour her shampoo on her head while she was bent over fixing the shower. She has a creamy coconut shampoo that looks like jizz, so it looks like she has cum in her hair.

I made a mental note—it may be worth it to bring a camera and take a picture. I just worried that she may notice.

“Gah! Why!?” she reacted poorly to the shampoo. There have been times when I teased her that my sister seemed to like having the shampoo on her. I am not sure if she thinks ghosts pour it on her, but she hasn’t screamed like that before. It’s possible that my sister believes a friendly ghost haunts the bathroom.

I took the opportunity to goose her from behind, sticking one finger on the outside of her pussy from the back and one in her butt crack -feeling around the outside of her tight anal ring. Annabelle has a steel trap for an asshole – no elasticity at all.

I didn’t try to penetrate her, anyway. I felt like that may be going too far, even though she is my unwitting test subject. She usually likes it, but this time, with the shampoo dripping into her eyes, she swung out blindly – almost hitting me.

I decided to back off a little and leave her be. That was enough mischief for now. I took the opportunity to apply toothpaste to her toothbrush and leave out her blow dryer for her. She was too distracted washing the suds out of her eyes to notice things flying around in the bathroom.

“Ugh, that was not fun,” she lamented." Why does this always happen?!" she yelled to no one, slapping her taut little butt in frustration. I love it when she spanks or masturbates herself.

Today, I decided to leave the toilet paper roll for her. I sometimes remove it when my older sister Darlene is in the shower, and that’s a fun prank—leaving her high and dry.

Instead, I hurriedly took all of the towels, her bra, and panties. I quickly glanced out into the hallway. I am still unsure of how invisibility works with multiple subjects at once, so all I needed was for Mom to come walking down the hall. I pushed everything into the closet and then returned just in time to see her getting out of the shower.

“Oh great, no towels?” she asked no one as she looked in the steamy mirror at her fuzzy reflection. I stood directly behind her. I wondered if she could see my reflection – but she didn’t seem to notice it. She bent over and picked up her shirt, and used that to dry off.

I could have taken all of her clothes and made her walk back to her room naked like I usually did with Darlene. “Is there a ghost? Is this how this keeps happening?” she asked rhetorically.

BINGO! That was my sister’s theory! An irrational belief in the supernatural! What a dummy! Ghosts are not real! I wished I could inform her of how silly that sounds, but I had to maintain my invisibility.

I goosed her again while she was bent over. This time, she backed into my finger and turned around quickly – wet breasts dripping and was so close to me that we were almost touching. I could have sworn it was like Annabelle was looking me right in my eyes.

It was kind of like the optical illusion of watching someone through a one-way mirror, where it seems like they can see you because they happen to be staring right where you are sitting.

“Oh wow, I don’t remember putting my toothpaste on my toothbrush OR leaving out my blow-dryer. If there is a ghost in here, maybe there the one that keeps making me tingle?

I left my sister to wonder in amazement at the supernatural. I had other experiments, and it was still early. I walked into the living room. My mother was futzing around watching television. I stood next to her – waiting to see if she would notice me.

My mother was wearing a plain blue shirt and jeans, sitting on the couch like she didn’t have a care in the world, her eyes glued to the TV. I stayed quiet, barely breathing, and focused all my energy on her. This was the perfect chance to test my powers.

I concentrated hard, imagining the command forming in my mind like a beam of energy shooting toward her: Stand up. I repeated the suggestion with my mind over and over, trying to shape it into something undeniable, something she’d feel in her head without even realizing it.

Nothing happened. She just shifted slightly, tucking her legs under her, still watching the screen. I didn’t let up, though. Maybe the connection wasn’t strong enough yet. Maybe I wasn’t focusing the signal properly. My mind-control powers were still maturing, after all—barely developed, like a muscle I hadn’t learned to use.

Mom abruptly turned her head toward me. I thought she might be responding to my signal. She looked right at my crotch – clearly able to see right through me. I was transparent! As long as Darlene or Annabelle didn’t walk in, I felt comfortable that I could continue my research.

It felt exciting to be sneaky—my adrenaline glands sent excited signals to my brain. The risk of being caught was minimal in my own home. The additional dopamine my brain producing was probably fueling my Juxtamorphic energy generation.

My preliminary observations suggested that psionic capabilities are amplified in the presence of individuals with whom the subject shares a close emotional or biological connection. This may be attributed to a phenomenon I’m calling Neurological Unified Density Exchange (N.U.D.E.)), wherein pre-existing relational bonds create a psionic "signal bridge" that lowers the resistance of their cognitive defenses.

I theorize that my psionic powers rely on a unified field of neural density, where closer relationships increase synaptic alignment, making it easier to transmit mental commands. Shared memories and experiences act as "anchors" in this field.

The hypothesis is that familiarity generates a shared bioenergetic frequency between two minds, effectively reducing interference and increasing susceptibility to external influence. Relatives and emotionally close individuals could possess a form of subconscious "psionic imprint," making them more receptive to subtle manipulations of sensory input or decision-making processes.

The effect appears strongest when proximity minimizes signal decay, allowing for direct interaction with their neural pathways. While the exact mechanism remains unclear, the interplay between emotional entanglement and psionic transmission warrants further study.

In short, the closer I was to my family members, the easier the powers were to use.

“Is someone here? I get the weirdest feeling that I am being watched? Annabelle? Josh? Darlene?”

My sisters thankfully did not answer. I suppressed a smirk. My mom was the perfect test subject – so oblivious. I stroked her beautiful long blonde hair, and she did not notice at all. She got up to make herself some popcorn. “I can’t wait to watch this! It’s a lifetime Movie channel marathon of romantic comedies! I can finally have some alone time and enjoy things while my kids do their own thing.

I had to think of my beloved mother as just another test subject. I know that sounds heartless, but for my experiments to be objective – I couldn’t allow myself to feel guilty about what I planned to try next.

I tried assigning numbers to my test subjects, but it felt too impersonal. I compromised my scientific integrity and refer to my mother by her first name during tests. I think Kelly is a lot easier to process in my mind, and I am concerned that guilt may not only cause me to be more conservative and bias during my tests, but that it may even suppress Juxtamorphic energy.

I quickly laid down on her chair, face up, and waited for my test subject to return. It took her approximately two minutes to prepare her popcorn. It was nice and warm from her cute, butt.

I was confident that this next test subject would prove far more susceptible—thanks to our close connection and my repeated attempts to deliver this same test blocking all five of my Kelly’s natural senses.

It hadn’t worked with my sisters. It wasn’t for lack of trying. Anytime I’ve nested like this in the seat they were in, they did not return to the original seat. I chalk that up to their short attention spans.

I took a deep breath and entered a meditative state focused on the dopamine flooding my brain, channeling it as fuel for the burst of juxtamorphic energy I intended to unleash. I have discovered that the more perverted my thoughts during meditation, the more successful my attempt.

However, that could be pure confirmation bias. I usually had perverted thoughts when I began this experiment. I heard Kelly giggling in the kitchen as she poured butter all over her popcorn. She has such a fun laugh.

It feels like I need to build up to this experiment, which is why I start with something simple, like a shower review. I use the juxtamorphic energy generated from the mischief I caused and channel it directly toward Kelly—focusing on suppressing all her senses, letting the thoughts cascade toward her.

Picturing her nude helps, even though she’s wearing denim jeans. Those jeans wouldn’t feel all that comfortable, but Kelly has a very soft ass and doesn’t put all of her weight down when she sits.

“Annabelle? Do you know where your brother is?”

“I am not sure, Mom!” I heard my sister say that I was probably in my room.

“He sure spends a lot of time alone in his room. I better not bother him,” she sighed. “I bet he would just love to watch a nice romantic comedy with me and have some popcorn,” Kelly observed to herself as she selected the information button with the remote and set down her popcorn.

"Gosh, I sure hope Josh watches this with me. Love Was Saved by the Bell for Eternity; Never heard of it... what’s it about?" She leaned forward, reading from the screen. "Maria Nunez returns to her hometown of Bayside to handle a big deal for a high-profile client. While she’s there, she runs into Mario Lopez, a rugged lumberjack and her high school sweetheart. Sparks fly—until Zach, his old high school rival, shows up, flashing his wealth and charm. Now Maria has to decide between love and money, all while her sassy grandmother, played by Charo, meddles in the most ridiculous ways."

That sounded abysmal. The things that I sacrificed for science! I would absolutely hate to watch that. I assumed Kelly knew that I’d prefer to watch Star Trek or Babylon 5.

Just as I had hoped, Kelly had no idea I was lying face up in her chair. She sat down right on my face. She didn’t notice that I was under her at all. “This chair is VERY uncomfortable,” she sighed as she made herself comfortable – my nose was right where her ass crack probably was. “Gosh, I am feeling pretty gassy today,” she giggled.

I’ve noticed that Kelly tends to break wind a lot when she thinks nobody is around, and lately, it seems to happen every time I conduct this experiment.

The movie was some mash-up of romantic comedy tropes and recycled episodes of saved by the bell, I didn’t actually watch it. It was intellectually devoid of any nuance -pure mind candy.

“I can’t taste my popcorn; it tastes like cardboard,” My mom said about five minutes into the movie. She turned up the sound slightly. I focused on decreasing my control over her auditory and taste senses. It wouldn’t benefit me if my sisters walked into complain that the sound from the television was a distraction.

The movie was also a poorly directed mess with unbelievably lousy dialogue. The only parts that I liked were the ones that featured Screech, but they didn’t use the original actor. I don’t know who Pauly Shore is, but he sounds nothing like the original Screech. I don’t recall the original Screech ever saying “Zach, I am just here wheezing the Jooo-isss, with Mister Balding, Bud-deee!”

There was a part that went like this;

Zach: (grinning, smugly) "Well, well, if it isn’t Bayside’s brightest star. Lisa Turtle, you should be working on the Anderson account instead of slumming with Slater.

Lisa Turtle: (rolling her eyes, but smiling coyly) "Save it, Zach. I’m immune to your slicked-back charm. Besides, I’ve got standards—and now they involve Christmas, small towns, and lumberjacks with big penises but no money.

Slater: (swaggering in) "Standards, huh? I may have no money, but at least I know the spirit of Christmas is within us all along, and that the most important things are things that money can’t buy like Jalapenos and Nacho cheese!”

Lisa Tuttle: (bursting into the middle, fanning herself) "ENOUGH! Love is a battlefield, and I’m the casualty caught in your crossfire of unspoken feelings and Lumberjacking, Slater! If you give me the word right now, I will leave Zach, stop working on the Anderson account and destroy my career to live in a small town with an unemployed Christmas tree salesman.

Screech: (running in, waving a notebook) "Wait, WAIT! Before this love triangle turns into a rhombus, I need your help with a crucial problem!"

Lisa Tuttle: (glaring at him) "Screech, can’t you see we’re in the middle of an emotional explosion?"

Screech: (undeterred, flipping through pages) "But this is a real explosion—of knowledge! Is an isosceles triangle always equilateral if the internal angles are divided proportionally, or does it become scalene depending on the base length? This is love, people! Geometric love!"

At this point, the math joke cracked me up, and I couldn’t stop laughing – hysterically. Unfortunately, I was laughing directly into my Mom’s ass.

“Oh my, this chair is giving my booty a massage,” she said as she ground her ass with pleasure on my face. I was about to take things up a notch when my sister entered the room.

“Mom, what are you doing?” My older sister, Darlene, walked in and demanded my mother’s attention.

“What is it, Darlene? Can’t you see that I am watching this riveting movie alone?”

“Oh yes, I can see. You look riveted, alright!” Darlene sounded skeptical. I assumed that if my ability to suppress invisibility were to have worn off completely, she’d be aware I was underneath Kelly’s ass and reveal my secret. Darlene would love nothing better than to get me in trouble.

However, I had developed a secret weapon.

“It’s just a bit of fun, Darlene. Why don’t you go see if you can find your brother? I have not seen or heard from him since breakfast. I am starting to worry that he spends too much time alone.”

“Mom, I want some friends to come over later. Are you still going to be watching movies?”

“You are just now asking me? I don’t think so. Maybe tomorrow!” Kelly was always a little more strict with my sisters than she was with me. “I want…” she bounced up and down on my face a little “to watch…a..movie.”

Her hand brushed my cock as she stood up. I had suppressed her sense of touch, so she couldn’t feel my face or my penis as she stood up. I lightly reduced my control over Kelly to conserve Juxtamorphic energy and stood up. I would need it for what I was about to do.

“Please?” she asked.

“Why don’t you just go over there? You can be gone all day if you like.”

“Really? Cool!” My sister disappeared into her room to get ready.

I disappeared into the hallway, and when I was certain that no one could see me, revealed my true self and cleared all my controlling blockers on my family. I took a moment to reflect, steady myself, and adjust my boner.

“Oh, my seat doesn’t feel nearly as good as it did before,” My mom sat down again to continue watching her program. My test wasn’t entirely over yet, though. I was about to introduce a third power that I had only recently discovered.

Bio-Induced Transcranial Cognitive Hypnosis (B.I.T.C.H.) is my theory that I can do more than simply suppress senses. I can implant suggestions and motivations. I have been working on sending suggestions telepathically.

I posit juxtamorphic energy facilitates transcranial stimulation, directly influencing the brain's cognitive centers. This energy bypasses conscious awareness, embedding hypnotic suggestions in the subconscious through subtle disruptions in neural activity. I don’t understand the limitations or residual instructions. I also don’t know if it causes harm to my subjects. I have been using it very sparingly.

I also haven’t worked out the limits of the suggestions. I am also concerned that they may be misunderstood and result in real harm. If I were to say to jump in a lake, and the subject was to take my joke literally, they could drown.

“Oh, Josh! There you are! Do you want to watch this funny movie with me? It has some math jokes that you would find funny!”

“I bet,” I smiled at my mother as I approached and focused the energy that I had been conserving. "Kelly, Your neural pathways are aligning—let the resonance guide your thoughts to stillness."

“Kelly? Are you trying to hypnotize me again, Josh! I am your mom!”

Mom grinned, safe in the belief that I was harmlessly joking.

“Kelly, the signal’s strength increases as you relax—your resistance only amplifies its effect.”

“I am not feeling anything, Josh. The movie is back on. Do you want to sit down with your mom and watch?” she offered me some popcorn and a warm smile.

"Each word of resistance you speak, taps into your cognitive field, reshaping your perception step by step."

“I am not resisting Josh. I am a little tired though! The movie is back on,” she said as she ate some popcorn and turned to watch it.

“"The closer I am, the stronger the signal. Let the energy silence every thought. The movie is not on. You do not want to watch it."

“No, I don’t. It’s a dumb movie. It’s not even on,” she said in frustration.

"The psionic feedback loop is complete—you can’t help but yield to the connection. You may stand, Kelly Ferguson."

“I don’t want to stand. I want to sit, sit, sit,” she bounced up and down playfully like she had done on my nose.

“You are compliant. Your wishes are my wish, my wishes are your wish. You will stand and remove your shirt. You do not need to wear it any longer.”

“Yes, Josh, I need to get out of this ugly shirt,” Kelly stood up, her big fake tits sticking straight out, no need for a bra. I love how elongated my mother’s boobs are. She was a stripper years ago, and she still has the tits to go along with it.

“Jeans off as well, Kelly! You no longer need those. You are in your own home. You should be naked at all times.”

“Yes, Josh! I shouldn’t have on jeans.”

Disappointingly, she still had on panties. They were thin and sexy, but they were there. I have imprinted the desire not to wear panties in my mother the six times that I have done with her, and she still resists.

“You are not to wear panties at any time, Kelly Ferguson. This is a suggestion that will remain imprinted in your mind even after our active connection dissipates.”

“I am sorry, Josh! I don’t always understand what you are saying!”

It occurred to me that my test subject lacks a more advanced vocabulary.

“Kelly, NEVER wear panties, even when you are not under my influence.”

“I am not ever to wear panties? Oh my!” she seemed surprised, slightly amused, a little shocked.

The subject’s reactions often puzzle me. Kelly sometimes behaves like a robot or zombie enthralled by my control. Then at times her consciousness remains active and she reacts emotionally to my instructions.

“Do you have any questions?”
“Yes, when will my movie come back on? Will you record it for me, Josh?” she asked as she stepped out of her panties. I am not sure if the carpet matches her drapes, because she keeps her pussy bald.

There are also times when my subject speaks in an ethereal voice as if disconnected from her persona, and other times when she speaks very casually and mundanely to me.

I picked up her remote and quickly recorded the movie. I didn’t want to be cruel to my mom. If she wanted to watch this drek, that was fine with me.

“Thank you, Josh!”

Unlike my little sister’s pussy, the size and shape are completely different – bigger, wider, and fuller in every way. I reached between Kelly’s legs and began to play with her pussy. “Josh, that’s very naughty!!”

“You will not remember any of this when we disconnect. You will have no memory of this activity other than you had a pleasant experience watching the movie, Kelly. You are a test subject.”

“Yes, Doctor Ferguson,” Kelly sighed, resignedly and stared straight ahead while I played with the outside of her pussy lips softly and gently. I hadn’t told her to call me Doctor Ferguson during this session.

“I have been looking for signs of residual memory between sessions, Kelly. How did you know my name is Doctor Ferguson?”

“You told me that, didn’t you?” Kelly seemed befuddled by my question.

“I told you that in your last session, but I also told you not to wear panties again. Why do you remember that I am the researcher who is testing your ability to accept hypnotic suggestion and not prescriptive instruction to not wear panties?”

“I…I…don’t know, Doctor. I just want you to stop teasing me, please. It’s turning me on, but not in a good way.”

I know very little about the female body and what excites women. I’ve been gentle and delicate with how I explored my subject’s bodies. “I want you to turn around and grab, spread your legs, grab your ankles and look at the floor, Kelly.”

“Oh my!” Kelly replied enthusiastically, turning around and grabbing for her ankles. She couldn’t quite reach. “I am sorry, I am getting old, Doctor. I can’t reach my ankles. I used to be able to do it.”

Kelly’s asshole is something to behold. Her cheeks spread naturally, revealing her puffy sphincter. I ran my fingers around the edge of the rim.

“What do you plan to do to me, Doctor?” Kelly asked – eager to find out what I had in mind. This is the furthest I’d gone with my subjects. Ethically, I didn’t feel I should explore them sexually or penetrate them. I was curious about sex, but it felt exploitive to use my psionic power to that extreme.

It was enjoyable to touch Kelly’s asshole, and it satisfied a lot of my curiosity. However, I felt there was a gray line that I might cross. I also felt that if I went further, it could cause me to lose focus on my actual research.

“Are you comfortable like this, Kelly?” I didn’t answer her question. I reminded her that I am the researcher and that it is my job to ask questions and not hers.

“Not particularly, Doctor.” I feel like you are going to take my temperature or spank me when you make me stand like this.”

“I am not MAKING you do anything, Kelly. You are responding to juxtamorphic suggestion patterns in your subconscious, which I placed there. This is entirely consensual, but it must be uncomfortable to be a proper test.”

“Why?”

I was tempted to spank Kelly, for asking another question. That wasn’t an ideal way to obtain an honest response from my subject. The pain sensory stimulation might induce false positives of compliance. I’d never spanked anyone, and only ever seen my mother spank my sisters for something they did to get in trouble.

“I am the one asking the questions, Kelly. You are a test subject. You must not ask me any more questions. I will answer this time. When we first began our experiments, I would suggest you do things like eat peanut butter from my fingers, and you did them because you enjoyed them. Now, I am testing your resistance to doing things that push your comfort zone but do not exceed my own. Do you understand?”

“You are playing with my butt as an experiment?” she paraphrased me.

“That’s a rather crude way of saying it, but essentially that is what I am doing, Kelly,” I answered in my calm researcher voice.

"Doctor, can I ask you to lick your finger? It’s really dry.

“You cannot ask me any questions at all, Kelly,” I reached out and slapped my mother’s butt – not hard at all. I did it on impulse. She has a big bubble butt, and it just seemed like it screamed out to be swatted.

“Oh my!!” Kelly was shocked but not offended at all. She looked up from the floor straight ahead and didn’t stand up. Pain did not break her compliance – although I had hardly inflicted any at all on her. It was a quick pop with my hand.

I had no interest in licking my finger after I had touched a butt, and I told her that.

“Psthhth,” Mom spat like I was being a big baby. That was the casual way I’ve heard her talk to my sisters when they tell her they don’t want to do something she asked them to do. It was a distinct change of tone for her. “My butt isn’t dirty, Josh. If you are going to play with it, just wet your finger,” she sounded forceful.

I assumed that my hold on her was breaking. It might have been the quick swat I had given her. That was the first time I’d done anything like that to one of my subjects. “Stand up, Kelly!”

“I didn’t mean to make you stop, Doctor. I am sorry for calling you Josh. Is that your first name?” She asked in a very woozy-trance voice as she stood up and turned around to face me.

I hadn’t told her my name was Josh during the session or any session. In fact, I’d instructed Kelly that my name was NOT Josh when she called me that in the early sessions. The permanence of subconscious, short-term, and long-term memory is a complex subject. I hypothesized that my mother had a latent memory of me, and her break in control allowed her to recall details about me.

“What is my name?”

“Doctor Ferguson,” she answered as she stared blankly ahead in a zombie-state. I noticed her nipples were rock hard – harder than when she had bent over.

“What is my FIRST name?”

“Doctor?” she asked for confirmation.

“Doctor is my title; it is okay to say that you do not know, Kelly,” I explained. I had given myself the title Doctor when I first began the B.I.T.C.H hypnosis experiments. I should have given myself a different last name entirely. I wanted to separate Josh Ferguson, her son, from the Doctor who researched her while Kelly was under transcranial stimulation and responding to my instruction.

“I want you to summon test subject #314, Darlene Ferguson, and tell her that she must remain here and not go to her friend’s house today.”

Kelly seemed quite reluctant to do my bidding. “I promised that she could, Doctor. Can’t we go back to what you were doing before? I’ll suck your finger and get it wet first.”

“Unacceptable,” I was flabbergasted by that unexpected response. “I do not negotiate with test subjects. Comply, at once, Kelly Ferguson!”

My mother and sisters make a face that I can’t fully describe. When the women of my family want to express disapproval for something, their upper right lips often curl upward, creating an asymmetrical crease on one side of their face. The lips then pressed together tightly, forming a slight pout as if poised to make a farting sound. The expression resembled a cross between a restrained grimace and a subtle, exaggerated frown, with a hint of duck lips that emphasized disapproval. It must be muscle memory.

She made the face and walked toward the hallway. “Darlene, will you please come here?”

I made a mental note that Kelly’s tone with Darlene remained aloof and annoyed, like she might when she is not under the effects of suggestion.

“Who is Darlene Ferguson to you?” I asked as we waited for Darlene. My older sister takes her time and doesn’t usually respond right away.

“Um, my daughter?” Kelly raised her eyebrows, like she was hoping she guessed correctly.

“She is no relation.” We all share the same last name. She is test subject 314, Darlene Ferguson.”

“Can I be test subject 69?” she giggled playfully. My mom has a naturally lewd sense of humor – that was normal.

“You may not ask me questions. I will reward your compliance by assigning your test subject number to 69. In a moment, my grip on you may temporarily diminish. Do not worry, test subject 69. You will respond to my suggestions.”

“I would prefer you reward me by allowing me to keep my promise to test subject number, um, Darlene, and you can call me whatever you want.”

The subject forgot her designation. I was already concerned that controlling two subjects at once may be stretching my limits. I’ve done it before, but it drains me of my juxtamorphic energy.

“Summon Test Subject 314, Darlene Ferguson,” I repeated.

“Test Subject 314, Darlene Ferguson, you have been summoned,” Kelly’s tone was playful, almost patronizing. My sister had just left her room when she heard my mom say that.

“Oh no, not this today!” my sister started to turn around.

“Test Subject 314, Darlene Ferguson, stop right there,” Kelly insisted.

My big sister turned on her heel to yell at me. “Enough of this! You can’t hypnotize us, Josh!”

"Darlene, your neural pathways are aligning—let the resonance guide your thoughts to stillness."
“No, this has gone on far enough, Josh!” Darlene’s raised her finger angrily. Kelly stood by me – calmly. My sister reacts this way each time I have to put her under my control. She’s far more reactive and resistant.
"Darlene, the signal’s strength increases as you relax—your resistance only amplifies its effect. You will only make it easier to implant suggestions in your mind."

“Dammit! I am not doing this; I am going to my friend’s house in a few minutes.”

“No, you are not test subject 314. That plan has been canceled.”

“Mom!!!!!” Darlene frowned, pouted, and crossed her arms.

“We are of no relation, Darlene Ferguson. We share a last common name. The sooner you comply with the tests, the sooner you will be released to go to your friends.”
"Each word of resistance you speak taps into your cognitive field, reshaping your perception step by step."

Darlene stared daggers at me. She was livid. “How long are the tests, Josh?”

"The closer I am, the stronger the signal. Let the energy silence every thought. You do not ask questions. You will not be released until the research is complete."

“Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, Can I at least call my friend and let her know I am going to be late?”

"The psionic feedback loop is complete—you can’t help but yield to the connection. You may stand and get completely undressed, Darlene Ferguson. I will determine if you can call your friend, not test subject 69.”

“Test Subject sixty-nine?” Darlene arched an incredulous eyebrow.

“Sixty-nine is the natural number following 68 and preceding 70. An odd number and a composite number, 69, is divisible by 1, 3, 23, and 69. Test subject 69 is aware that it has a connotation of a sexual position for mutual sexual gratification, and she was rewarded for her compliance by changing her designation from 315 to 69,” I explained.

“Maybe I could be rewarded with a ride to my friend’s house when this is over?” She asked Kelly.

“I don’t know why you would ask me. We are of no relation; I am just a test subject,” Kelly’s tone became robotic and measured.

“Oh good, if my mom is not here then I can do what I want.”

“I would imagine you have to obey the doctor’s orders. It may be best not to upset Doctor Ferguson.”

“Doctor Ferguson, my ass!” Darlene removed her shirt first, revealing a white bra. She frowned angrily – like she was above all of this. Darlene’s resistance to the hypnosis effect is the strongest of all three subjects. She is aware of her compulsion to obey and sometimes horrified and openly resistant but she has been unsuccessful at attempts t resistance.

“You were instructed not to wear undergarments the last time we had a B.I.T.C.H. session, and you did not comply. Why not?”

“Bitch session? Cute, did you name that after me?” she asked as she turned around. “Can you pop that bra strap off, Doctor? I am sure you’ve had tons of practice.”

“You will cease these hostile actions and questions, test subject. You are delaying important research. Disrobe,” I demanded firmly. I attempted to unsnap my sister’s bra clasp in the back, and it took me a little longer than I hoped, but I managed it.

“I can’t believe you’d hypnotize your own sister and make me show you my tits.”

“Test subjects have no need for modesty, and we are not biologically related during research. You must comply. Remove the rest of your clothing immediately.”

“What is going on out here?” my bubbly little sister opened her door and walked out into the hall. Oh, are we doing hypnosis?” Annabelle asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Without hesitation, she began taking off her clothes, as though compliance was a foregone conclusion.

I was a little disappointed by that reaction, but I did not say anything. I felt that I could develop a Pavlovian instinct in the test subjects by repeating the same trigger phrases calmly and slowly at the start of our sessions. I was tempted to at least tell Annabelle that the feedback loop was complete – but it seemed redundant at this point.
“I planned to finish embedding the necessary subconscious suggestions into Darlene before summoning you to embed your neural pathways with Juxtamorphic energy, Test Subject 316. Since you’re so eager to begin, Annabelle, you may proceed and disrobe. Compliance at this stage is critical to ensure complete indoctrination.”

“I don’t know what you just said; I’ll just get naked,” Annabelle quickly took her clothes off but also revealed she had panties and a bra on.

I assumed that I had a targeted and focused connection to Kelly and that when I expanded my radius to control Darlene, it must have ensnared my little sister as well.

Annabelle's reaction to the B.I.T.C.H session was also different from that of my other test subjects. She seemed aware that she was being controlled and eager to receive instruction, but she continued to speak in her naturally effervescent tones—her demeanor did not change at all.

It often made me wonder if she was just pretending to be psychically dominated. It seemed like an absurd hypothesis because it was predicated on my sister taking an irrational action and voluntarily comply with my instructions without any motivation or compulsion.

I had thought about it on occasion, but that would mean that Annabelle could resist a compulsion that Kelly and Darlene could not. The only way either of them complied with my instructions was after I gave them the trigger words, and even then, there were signs of resistance.

“Are you fully compliant, Annabelle?” I asked once she was nude.

“Oh yes, hunky-dory, Master.”

“Master?” I asked.

“What are we supposed to call you?” she asked.

The possibility was too great that Annabelle was tainting my research, feigning compliance rather than submitting to my control. I could not tell by her responses if she had some ulterior motivation to participate in my tests without actually being under my dominion.

his left me with two options: stop and attempt to reset the three subjects together or proceed with a test that would prove true compliance.

The test needed to eliminate ambiguity, something they wouldn’t willingly do unless compelled by my influence. Simple instructions could be easily mistaken for voluntary actions if they aligned with their natural inclinations or preferences. If I instructed the subject to eat a cookie, they may do it because they like cookies. If I told them to eat a piece of bread, they may do it because they do not mind.

To truly measure my control, I required an inherently undesirable task, something uncomfortable or unpleasant. If they complied despite the discomfort, it would confirm that my commands were overriding their will. The logic wasn’t flawless, but if I repeated it often enough, then I could eventually determine the inconsistencies were too significant to overlook the possibility that the tests were compromised.

"Turn around and face away from me and from each other," I instructed, motioning for the three of them to face either the hallway wall or the far end of the hallway. "Legs apart, faces straight ahead. Test subjects, are you compliant?"

Their responses were vague and disjointed, with no one in sync. That was typical but disappointing whenever I addressed all three at the same time.

“Take your left hand, and suck on your thumb,” I remembered something my mother had said about wetting my finger when touching her anus. The three of them did as they were told.

“Reach behind yourself and stick your wet thumb into your anuses,” I said.

“Oh my!!” Kelly responded with amusement.

“Fuck this, I knew we’d have to start doing stuff like this,” Darlene complained.

“Wow, okay,” Annabelle was the first to slip her thumb all the way into her butt.

I frowned as I observed all three subjects comply with different reactions. I was unable to ascertain if Annabelle had complied to maintain her cover as an invalid test subject, or if she was simply easily suggestable.

“Do you enjoy that test subject 69?” I asked.

“Which one is that?” Annabelle asked – her back to me.

“That’s me, Kelly Ferguson! I am test subject 69!”

“Oh, Hi Kelly!” Annabelle answered with a delighted tone.

“I don’t mind, Doctor Josh. I just had my nails done, and they are sharp, so I have to be careful. How long are we going to do this for?” Kelly asked – her tone was boredom. I assumed that my mother’s complacency meant she was no longer actively resisting and just had to go along with the instructions.

I smacked her bottom again lightly and reminded her that I asked the question. I did so lightly. She said nothing.

“Darlene, do you mind complying with my instructions?”

“I’d rather stick my entire fist up your asshole, Josh.”

I smacked my older sister’s bottom – this time very firmly. She was shocked and seethed. I could see her turning red. It was obvious to me that both test subjects were compliant with instructions but could somehow ignore my persistent instructions not to ask questions and not to answer my questions.

I could see no way that Darlene or Kelly would let me smacks their bottoms or willingly humiliate themselves and endure discomfort simply to deceive me for no apparent gain.

“Annabelle, do you enjoy putting your thumb into your butthole?” I asked.

My little sister giggled like it was a silly question. “I don’t mind, Doctor Josh!”
I made a mental note of Annabelle’s happy-go-lucky response. I had intentionally asked the control group the question if they minded complying with an action that they would be unlikely to ever do by choice. I asked Annabelle a different question, but she responded to the one I asked her sister and mother. I wondered if I should reveal my hand and tell her now that I saw through her ruse.

“Pay attention to the question, Annabelle.” I did not ask you if you mind obeying instructions. It is clear to me that you do not mind. I asked if you enjoyed putting your thumb up your butt.”

“It’s not something I’d do for funsies, but it’s not the first time I fingered my butt. You know that, Josh,” she said.

“How do you know my first name?” I asked.

“Oh, um. I don’t know,” Annabelle remarked. Clearly perplexed.

“How do I know that you enjoy putting your thumb up your butt?” I asked.

“You’ve watched me do it in my room plenty of times when I am playing with myself,” she said. The other subjects laughed.

I needed to process my sister’s response. How would she know that I have been observing her masturbating if I were invisible? “You saw me?”

“No,” she replied with certainty, and without hesitation.

“Then how would you know that I’ve seen you masturbate?”

“I don’t know, I think telepathically….you are sending me images of me in the shower, and on my bed, finger blasting myself?”

What a fantastic discovery! The ability to send telepathic mental images. I tested the others, and Kelly was able to graphically describe how she was obliviously sitting on my face when I asked. I asked my sister Darlene, and she described the time that I masturbated in her cereal at the breakfast table while I was invisible – perfectly. She even knew what type of cereal it was.

There is no way that Darlene would have allowed me to jerk off in her cereal if she weren’t compelled to do so. I spent the next two hours in research before completely erasing their memories twice, testing and confirming they remembered nothing and then releasing them.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, and none of them confronted me about what had happened.
--Excerpt from Josh Ferguson’s research journal

SOMETIME LATER:

“We have GOT to do something about him, Mom!” Darlene insisted angrily.

“What’s the big deal, Darlene? You’ve had no problem with Josh’s experiments for eight months. Was it really that bad? I dropped you off at your friend’s house and even gave you spending money. I didn’t give you a curfew,” Kelly replied to her daughters pragmatically. She doted on her son and saw his scientific experiments as a funny distraction – one he’d grow out of soon.

“I agree with Darlene, Mom,” Annabelle said. She was normally chipper and bubbly, but when there were times when she was down to earth, and this was one of them.

“What happened to the Energizer bunny that just kept on encouraging your brother to make us finger fuck each other?” Darlene scowled.

“That was funny, and it’s not like we haven’t made out or played with each other before in front of guys.”

Kelly was aware her girls were naughty and mischievous, this was the first time she heard about this.

“Those were cute guys, and we didn’t fully lez out. We ended up getting fucked nice and hard,” Darlene bragged.

“Okay, dish. What’s the scoop?” Kelly asked her daughters for details.

“We aren’t like incest sisters on Omeagle who go on webcams and play with each other’s twats for random internet weirdos,” Darlene explained. “One time, we met two cute guys, and Annabelle and I couldn’t decide which one of the guys we liked best. We decided to fuck both of them together. In order to get them all hot and bothered, Annabelle the nympho started kissing me and playing with my tits in front of them, and then we had a four-way. We didn’t spend an hour masturbating each other while our brother made notes and observations and asked us whether we liked one finger or two!”

“Hah, yeah, it was pretty hot! That guy still calls me!” Annabelle brightened.

“Which one? Donald or Jacob?” Darlene asked.

“Oh wait, those must be different guys,” she looked at her phone.

“Does your boyfriend know you talk to other guys?” Darlene asked her little sister.

“He doesn’t ask, I don’t tell, and I am sure he fucks cute girls on the cheerleader squad. I may look innocent, but I have a very high sex drive.”

“Then what’s the big deal about accommodating your brother’s little games? He doesn’t make us do anything that freaky,” Kelly asked.

“When it was just Josh being Josh and peeping on us while we took a shower, it was cute. He didn’t hassle me, he just stood there with his mouth open and stared like a lost puppy. He was always a peeping tom before he came up with his “JOSH” theory of Jerkoffomorphic energy that allows him to turn invisible at will. I assumed he was going to watch anyway, and I really didn’t care,” Darlene admitted.

“I was super embarrassed at first, because he stands in the bathroom when we go pee and take a shadoodle,” Annabelle explained in her sweet voice.

“Shadoodle? Just say take a shit like a normal person,” Darlene frowned.

“Whatever, Darlene. Anyway, you told us we had to let him come and go as he pleased in the bathroom and so I did what you told me,” Annabelle told her mom.

“Oh, poor, poor Annabelle, the extroverted cheerleader who never found a skirt that was too short, and loves attention had a built in audience to watch her every move and sniff her farts in the bathroom,” Darlene frowned skeptically.

“Guilty as charged, I love attention, but good attention, like thousands of people in the football stand watching me, and then having the decency to go home and jerk off to me, without telling me about it.”

“Josh has jerked off in front of you?” Kelly asked, scrunching her nose.

“No, but I assume he must, right? Why else does he do this?” Annabelle asked.

“I think your brother is genuinely convinced he has superpowers,” Kelly explained. “I think he means well, and he’s been showing a lot of discretion.”

“He made us finger fuck each other for an hour yesterday,” Annabelle pointed out.

“You were so excited, and over the top about it, that I think he suspects you aren’t hypnotized at all,” Kelly counted that Annabelle was encouraging her brother to make them do more.

“I only do things one way, and that’s all the way. If I am going to be a hypno-slut, then at least make me do more than put one finger in Darlene’s stinky crotch! He doesn’t have much of an imagination,” Annabelle frowned in disappointment.

“That’s where I disagree,” Kelly reminded them that Josh has a very vivid imagination. “He doesn’t want to make us do real penetration, because he is trying to show restraint. I think when he pops us on the butt with his hand, he thinks it hurts us.”

“It’s humiliating to let him talk down to me, and pop me on the bottom, even if it doesn’t hurt,” Darlene added. “Josh has been progressively pushing limits and boundaries. Eight months ago, he was watching us go pee and take a shower. Then he started coming into our room and standing there like a weirdo just waiting for us to play with ourselves.”

“Yeah, I started masturbating as soon as he came in, so that I could just get it out of the way. That’s what he wanted to see,” Annabelle admitted.

“You also love any excuse to play with yourself,” Darlene countered. The girls shared a room and openly masturbated around each other all the time – especially in front of their brother when he was “invisible”.

“Then he started pinching my butt, and playing with my pussy lips – ever so lightly,” Annabelle rubbed her index finger in the air lightly to indicate a silky smooth touch. “It was like this constant tease with no payoff, and so I let him have a little touch in the bathroom.”

The others confirmed that Josh did the same to them – never penetrating them himself.

“Then he started wanting us to sit on his face in the living room, and you just plop your fat butt right down on his face like it’s totally normal,” Darlene chided her mom.

“I am not one to pass up a mustache ride, and he hasn’t asked me to take my jeans down. It’s kind of fun. I turn on a movie, make myself popcorn, fart on his cute little face now and then, and pretend like I don’t see his dick is super hard in his jeans.”

“How big do you think his Johnson really is?” Annabelle asked. Josh had never reciprocated and got naked in front of the girls. They couldn’t help but notice his pronounced and throbbing boner in his pants during their sessions.

“I doubt he’s bigger than eight inches,” Darlene decided.

“Big cocks are wasted on nerdy guys,” Kelly lamented.

“You’d totally suck his dick, wouldn’t you?” Annabelle asked with a big grin, Darlene smiled wickedly as well.

“Your brother won’t ask me to do that, he’d have done it already,” Kelly gave a non-answer to the question.
“Yeah, but how long until he decides that thumbs up the ass meet his testing threshold dynamic whatever-jibber-jabber, and ups the ante to us riding his cock?” Darlene asked.

“He won’t do that. Josh has boundaries. I think a normal guy would have totally fucked all three of us by now if he thought we were hypnotized,” Kelly replied.

“A normal guy wouldn’t believe in Jumbotronic energy giving off hypno-rays and making women do whatever he wants. I basically tell him to get fucked when I am supposedly hypnotized, and he acts like I am a petulant child,” Darlene complained.

“Then what’s the big deal? You get to cuss your brother out to his face, and we get a little thrill now and then. You can’t say you don’t get off on this a little bit?” Kelly said.

“I mean,” Annabelle thought about it before shaking her head no. “There are times I wonder what he’s going to make us do, and then it’s something lame. I just do it because you guys are doing it,” Annabelle said.

“I hate everything about it, Mom. Can’t we just have a conversation with him and say that we know it's all horseshit, we’ve gone along with it so we wouldn’t hurt his feelings, and if he keeps taking ALL the toilet paper when I am taking a shit, I am going to wipe my ass with his face,” Darlene was only half-joking about that last threat.

The other two women laughed and said that she’s the only one he consistently does that too. “You could try being nicer to your brother,” Kelly suggested.

“He constantly turns the cold water on while I am showering, and then he’s been dumping shampoo all over my head. He takes all of the towels and makes go back to my room soaking wet,” Annabelle said.

“Oh yeah, he does that to me as well, but that’s not that big of a deal,” Kelly shrugged it off. “It’s harmless, really. I never know what he’s going to do when he comes into the bathroom. If I thought he was going to go too far, I’d put a stop to it, but the worst thing you can complain about is a little cold water shock and shampoo in your hair?”

“Let us do it to you then,” Annabelle said.

There was a long pause.

“Okay, sure,” their mom said.

“What?” Darlene didn’t think she heard right.

“I mean, if you guys want to let me sit on your faces, and come in and disrupt my shower, why not? I like not knowing what’s going to happen next, That’s only fair. I do it for your brother,” Kelly offered to give her daughters the same opportunity.

Annabelle laughed hysterically, but Darlene shushed her. “Hold on, hold on,” she wanted clarification. “I could hypnotize you to?”

“I don’t know about that,” Kelly was reluctant with her original offer.

“Fair is fair, right?” Darlene asked.

“Yeah, except you would hypnotize me to give you the car keys and my ATM card for starters, You’d probably make me pack my ass with M&M’s and poop out candy while hopping around like the Easter Bunny, and that’s just the first hour, and then leave me with my nose against the wall while you and your friends take the car to the mall!” Kelly quipped facetiously to make the point that Darlene wouldn’t show restraint.

“What’s the matter, Mom? You are asking us to roll with whatever Josh wants us to do. I wouldn’t leave you here. I’d make you go with me. I’d need a servant to carry all of the bags of clothes I am going to buy with the massive fortune of about two hundred bucks you probably have in the bank?”

Kelly laughed because her daughter wasn’t far from the mark. She didn’t have a lot of money.

“If you like spontaneous excitement and not knowing what’s going to happen next, you should trust us to hypnotize you! I’d take you up on it, and we could agree that some things are off limits,” Annabelle suggested brightly. “I’d probably spray whip cream up your butthole and put a cherry on it, but I wouldn’t make you run 100 laps around the outside of the house wearing only mouse traps on your boobies.”

“That’s wicked!” Kelly was impressed with her sweet daughter’s vibrant and sadistic imagination.

“Then it’s not really hypnotized,” Darlene grimaced. “You’d just be a slave who can tell us no, and what if I tell you to do something and Annabelle tells you to do something. Who gets priority?”

Kelly was shocked at how readily both girls seemed interested in pursuing this relationship. They had never talked about anything like this. They rarely even spoke about Josh’s games with one another – only to compare notes.

“I don’t think that’s how slavery works,” Kelly countered but clarified that they would be test subjects together. “I’d be able to hypnotize you, just like you could hypnotize me, and a good rule of thumb is don’t make me do anything that you wouldn’t want to do.”

“How would that even work?” Annabelle’s pretty smile turned lemony. “If you hypnotized me and told me to do something boring like organize the garage, then I just turn around and hypnotize you and tell you to do it!”

“Oh, I hadn’t even thought about that!” Kelly’s face lit up. “I could hypnotize you girls into doing your homework, studying for tests and cleaning your rooms!”

“No, you couldn’t because hypnotism is total malarky that isn’t real, and we all know that.”

The girls stopped for a moment and looked around to check and see if Josh was in listening range.

“He might be here, he’s just invisible,” Annabelle whispered seriously, and the three of the naughty women began to giggle.

“How are we going to do this around him, anyway?” Darlene asked.

“So, you are interested, Darlene?” Kelly was pleased.

“I don’t want you to sit on my face, but I get to be the one to boss you around? Sign me up.”

“I don’t see it as bossing me around,” Kelly countered. “Your sister and I would be your test subject, and you could hypnotize us sometimes or turn invisible and come into the bathroom, and I pretend you aren’t there.”

“When you say it like that, it does sound kind of fun,” Annabelle looked at Darlene.

“You still haven’t explained what happens to Josh? We just pretend he isn’t here anymore, and his mind control no longer works?” Darlene asked.

“We could get crystals and wear them like a necklace. We’ll tell him they are like kryptonite, and they protect us from Jerkoffonium rays, and we’ve mutated due to his testing and now we can turn invisible and hypnotize each other!” Annabelle realized as she said it that it sounded absolutely absurd.

“Your brother would be devastated if we cut him out of this, and he’s a lot of fun and not a meanie-butt like your sister would be,” Kelly admitted. “He genuinely believes he is controlling us, and we all know it’s a game. It’s kind of fun to listen to him techno-babble about his observations and blow his mind,” Kelly countered.

“You just want to sit on his face,” Annabelle snickered.

“Not really, it’s just that once I got off the initial shock that my son wanted me to sit on his face, and I actually did it – now what? It’s not like I can take it back and pretend I didn’t. None of us can pretend we didn’t let him order us around yesterday,” Kelly explained.

“Order us around or use as cunty lab rats to run tests on?” Darlene reminded her mother that Kelly had just explained it wouldn’t be “bossing each other around” but just being test subjects.

“We could tell him his ideas are bullshit and stupid, and we are just going to do our own thing, and he can do it with us or fuck the fuck off?” Darlene offered a pragmatic suggestion.

The girls formulated a plan after several hours of joking, compromising, and teasing one another. This is how they approached it:

“Josh, please come in here,” the three women called Josh from his room into the living room. They looked absolutely ridiculous because each of them had tin foil hats on their heads like dunce caps and bath robes. They may have looked absurd, but they had solemn expressions.

“Josh, it’s come to my attention that you’ve managed to find a way to turn invisible and hypnotize us. Is that true?” Kelly confronted her son immediately.

Josh’s mouth dropped open. He was stunned.

“You’ve been suppressing my senses and making me sit on your face, Josh. That’s very naughty! I’m starting to remember sessions where you made me call you Doctor. I compared notes with your sisters, and they remember things as well.”

Josh began to concentrate, attempting to become invisible, and then he said, “Your neural pathways are aligning—let the resonance guide your thoughts to stillness!”

“It’s not going to work,” Annabelle tapped the aluminum foil on her head. “Simple aluminum foil. It’s been bringing back memories. It was you who had been pinching my butt in the shower, and not a ghost! You made me think the bathroom was haunted.”

“I am sorry about that,” Josh apologized and looked down at his feet – feeling the weight of his guilt. “I can’t imagine what you must think of me. I suppose jail is too good for me.”

“What charge do you think we’d have you arrested on?” Darlene sneered angrily. “We discussed that. Are we supposed to tell the officer to detect your ability to turn invisible at will and explain that you controlled our brains and implanted perverted suggestions?”

“I suppose not,” Josh agreed that would not work. He threw himself on their mercy.

“Josh, we believe your tests did something to our brains.” Kelly stood up, and removed her tin foil hat. The other girls did as well. Kelly also removed her robe revealing her nude body.

“Where are you?” Annabelle and Darlene pretended they couldn’t see their mother, but Josh could see her plainly.

“You can’t see me, can you?” Kelly pretended she was sneaking up to Josh to mess with his hair.

“I can see you!” Josh insisted.

“Hmm, maybe it only works on other girls then?”

“It probably does not work on me, because individuals with strong relational ties maintain an omnidirectional cognitive link, allowing for psionic influence to be projected more efficiently within their mental framework, but since none of you can trust me any longer, that link is probably broken!” he frowned.

“You mean you can see all of us?” Annabelle stood up and dropped her robe, and so did her sister Darlene.

“Yeah, plain as day,” Josh was quite disappointed.

“We could still study the phenomenon,” Darlene said. “I have these strange mental powers, but it only seems to work over my sister and mom. Check this out,” Darlene told her brother to watch. She placed her fingers on her temples and recited, "Kelly, your neural pathways are aligning—let the resonance guide your thoughts to stillness."

“Are you hypnotizing ME?” Kelly insisted that her daughter stop immediately.

"Kelly, the signal’s strength increases as you relax—your resistance only amplifies its effect. You must turn visible now and become my test subject.”

“No, I am your Mom. Don’t do this to me, Darlene! This was about confronting Josh,” Kelly sounded betrayed, and it was fine acting as well.

“Not during research, you are my test subject. Each word of reluctance you speak taps into your cornea field, reshaping your perplexity step by step!” Darlene insisted.

“The phrase is each word of resistance you speak taps into your cognitive field, reshaping your perception step by step,” Josh corrected his sister.

“Oh?” Darlene pretended to be amazed that Josh remembered. She repeated the phrase and told her mother that the feedback loop was complete. However, Kelly continued to resist.

Josh helped Darlene say the words in the right order, and Kelly stood straight up, legs apart, eyes straight ahead.

“Test subject 69 is under my control!” Darlene celebrated.

“I am turning visible again as well,” Annabelle offered sweetly and wanted to join Darlene.

Darlene quickly subjected Annabelle to mind control and made her stand butt to butt facing away from her mother in the living room.

“Josh, I did it! I think I am controlling Mom and Annabelle!” Darlene looked ecstatic but Josh got no satisfaction because he felt his gift was gone.

“I can’t do this by myself! We want you to be our research supervisor,” Darlene offered. Annabelle and Kelly had a hard time not giggling, but they kept serious faces.

“What do you mean, research supervisor? And who is we?”

“The three of us discussed it. We figured out we can control each other, but not at the same time. One of us has to be the dominant one. We are going to continue researching together, but take turns being the researcher. It’s not fair if just one of us gets to be in control. We suspected you would be immune. You can’t control us! We can’t control you. If you are immune, you could guide us on research and keep the notes between sessions.”

“Let me make sure that I have this straight. You are willing to be a test subject sometimes?” Josh was flummoxed by what his sister proposed. “You’d do so voluntarily?”

“You made me a lab rat for at least eight months, as far as I can recall. You even jizzed in my cereal, if I remember correctly. You could have asked us if we’d do it for science! Now, the three of us will continue the research into how this all works with or without you!”

Josh looked down and admitted that he did with an apology.

“I can’t change that, and I’ve already done those things – so it’s not like I can take them back or undo them. It’s only fair if I take turn, with Mom and Annabelle. We’d rotate as the controller and then you’d help us design experiments and make observations!”

“Remarkable,” Josh was beside himself with joy – feeling redeemed.

“Watch this, go lie on the chair with your face up, and see if test subject sixty nine can feel you underneath her.”

Josh was all too happy to return to the chair where his mother frequently watched television and lay on his back.

“Test subject sixty-nine, you do not see anyone on that chair. Your senses are dulled. Go sit down and face the television.”

“Yes, Doctor Darlene,” My mom walked over to my brother and sat on his face – bare ass. “Oh my god,” Josh said as he tasted Kelly’s pussy and ass for the first time.

“Who said that?” Kelly wriggled as she bounced slightly in place.

“Nothing about this is sexual, you are sitting on a chair.”

“Can I watch my movies, Doctor?” Kelly asked her daughter politely.

“I ask the questions, Test Subject. You are watching a movie. It’s right there on the screen. It’s the best movie you have ever seen.”

Kelly excitedly watched a blank television set as she angled her pussy over Josh’s nose and humped it a little.

“This is going to be so much fun! Isn’t it Annabelle Ferguson?” Darlene turned her attention to her younger sister.

“Test subjects don’t have fun. We are compliant lab rats,” Annabelle could barely manage pretending to be serious. Kelly and Darlene coached Annabelle on how to seem more believable as a test subject before confronting their brother.

“Josh, can I test the dopamine production in this test subject’s brain by making her give herself an orgasm?” Darlene asked.

“Hrmfrf-rrmmtth-tmmeerreeth,” Josh said through the muffled, wet pussy of his mother.

“I think you are sending me a telepathic yes. If that’s right, lift your thumb up. If that’s wrong, put it down,” Darlene asked.

Josh lifted his thumb up.

After that, the Fergusons spent most nights taking turns as the head researcher with Josh being a persistent research supervisor that designed experiments. The girls walked in on each other anytime they liked and disrupted each other’s bathroom time, sometimes spanking and pinching each other anywhere around the house.

They “implanted” suggestions in each other’s heads that allowed Josh to do the same thing under the condition that they could remove those implants if he ever went too far.

The girls also set actual boundaries, so that they wouldn’t make each other do anything that they wouldn’t do, or put themselves in real harm, get arrested, or spend the household money.

--Finis

Post note: I was considering writing this longer. I was also considering a completely different route. Ultimately, I decided this was the most enjoyable and equitable for everyone.