Lexi Luvs x Nurse Wrench Brainwashing♥♥♥

[01:28] Lexi Luvs: Student loans don't pay themselves, and a degree in Barista Tech isn't going to get Lexi what she needs to pay it off regardless of how many years of graduate school she takes. Standing in line with in one of the rare instances she was caught without a backpack, the preppy, up-and-coming college student eagerly awaits her sample. Dressed as an aspiring professional today, she kept the business jacket and blouse, but opted for a comfortable skirt and long, thigh-high socks - in light of her upcoming underwear change that may be a bit of an issue. Finally, it's her turn at the counter, a clipboard stown away in her hand deposited atop the surface, with all the necessary forms signed in a fifth of the time it was minimally necessary to read them.
Care be damned, there was 5,000 on the line for completing this trial and that meant the difference between ramen and [i]flavored[/i] ramen for the rest of her college career.
It was simple. Return here every week for the next 7 weeks for your injections. At the end of the process, your monitor will be sure you complied with all the necessary procedures and give you five well-earned grand.  Who wouldn't take it and run? "Uh, I think that should be signed correctly... Is there anything I need to look out for during this first week?" Asks an admittedly nervous voice as she's guided into a private area to administer the injection and run various tests.


[01:45] Nurse Wrench: The woman behind the desk, an older blonde woman - how much older it was impossible to say, her face had such a plastic appearance - took the clipboard from the young student with the same fake, plastered-on smile she'd been wearing the entire time. "That will do, thank you." she said with curt professionalism as she filed the thick stack of paperwork away without even looking at it. "I'm sure it's all in order. [sub]We got your signature, our ass is covered either way.[/sub]" she muttered quickly under her breath as the girl turned away. "Through the third door on your right there, K? Thanks." she grinned, ushering the girl through a swinging door into the testing area.
Inside the girl's assigned room, she found nothing but a small table in the centre of the room, with a plastic bin on it. Another door in the far wall led to yet another room beyond. The nurse from the waiting area was standing right by the table, waiting, which was slightly odd as the girl hadn't seen her leave the desk or pass her in the hall. "Get undressed, put your clothes on the table and put this on," the nurse said curtly, handing her a plain white adult diaper. "Come on. All of your clothes, that's right. Come on, I don't have all day. You read the paperwork. You want $5,000, don't you? Then hurry up. That's a good girl." she said impatiently.


[01:47] Lexi Luvs: She looks admittedly apprehensive about the idea of stripping in front of a stranger, grabbing her jacket and looking around the room. "No, uhh... Curtain? Shouldn't I have a decency gown?"
[01:53] Lexi Luvs: Lexi decides to make her own privacy. Turning around, exposing her back to the nurse, she takes the diaper in here hand, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it slide off into a neat heap with her jacket, revealing the small, cuppable tits that adorned her chest despite her best intentions. Exposing only her ass to the nurse behind her, her panties, skirt, and socks are all soon - after some difficulty getting it properly on - replaced with the diaper strapped haphazardly around her legs, as she takes time to fiddle with the tape to get it off, the time is much too pressing for her to be allowed to finish on her terms. With orders barked to continue on her way, she enters through to the next room, hands on her chest and trying to avoid eye contact with... Stunningly, the same nurse, having not moved since she saw her. "What the--- Uhh.. How..." She turns around behind her and looks to the closed door. No time for explanation when there was money to be made.


[02:11] Nurse Wrench: "Oh, please." sighed the nurse exasperatedly, tapping her feet. "It's hardly the time for modesty now, considering what you just signed on for." she said, watching the girl awkwardly undressing, only revealing her smooth pale back and ass. And what an ass, thought the nurse, openly ogling her patient and feeling her cock stir between her legs. She wasn't supposed to fuck subjects during the trial, but she might just have to make an exception for this little redheaded minx. Watching the girl slide the diaper up her slender legs and inexpertly try to tape it around her waist, the nurse stepped right up behind her, chest pressed against her naked back. "You're doing it wrong. Here, let me give you a hand with that." she said in her ear, putting her gloved hands firmly on the girl's hips and fastening the diaper in place for her, only copping a brief feel of her perky little breasts. "There, all better. Hurry up, now!" she said, speeding the girl on her way with a very un-clinical swat on the padded bottom.

In the next room, the same nurse (?) was waiting yet again, this time next to some strange chair that resembled a cross between a dentists' chair with rows of attached syringes and tools, a gynecologists' chair with stirrups, and, weirdly, a home theatre system, with a huge screen and various speakers hanging down suspended from the ceiling. A web of wires hung down over the surface of the chair, ending in little electrodes waiting to be attached to naked flesh. "Good, you're all dressed," the nurse said, leading her over to the rather ominous-looking chair. "Just sit right down here and we can get started with your first treatment." she said, already easing her onto the cold plastic-padded chair and strapping her down tightly, sticking electrodes all over her body. "Now, you're going to feel a series of pricks in your arm, and you might feel a bit strange. But the important thing to remember is not to hold it in, k?" she said, flipping a huge switch on the wall and turning on the chair. The screen flipped on, filling her vision with a gentle pink spiral, and the speakers began to play soothing music around her. The first of many syringes lowered into place and sank into her arm, injecting her with a clear liquid that made a warm tingling numbness spread through her body.


[02:26] Lexi Luvs: She takes a seat in that iron prison, cushioned ass sitting down with a small squish, eyes looking at the screen and electrodes incredibly apprehensively - to the point where easing her into the chair in a timely manner rapidly becomes [i]wrangling[/i] her into the chair, having to force her legs down and then get the [s]prisoner[/s] subject lashed in one arm at a time. Once she's finally gotten all four of her limbs in, it goes easier, as the reinforcing straps just remove more and more and more of the possibility of her escaping. Muscles tense and breath accelerates into a panic as the electrodes are stuck into her, the monitors revealing the classic prelude to a full on panic attack, that one piece of advice sticking in her head: remember not to hold it in. It seems to echo throughout her mind as the panic hits her, mouth starting to express what the brain so desperately needed: "Help! Help, please-- Let me out of this chair, this is-- I don't wanna do this anymore, this is creepy, pleas---!! [b]Aaaaaaaaaah!![/b]" Rings out throughout the single, isolated room she's stuck in, nobody but Wrench hearing her cries. The screen fills her vision, the intelligent TV tracking her eyes and making sure it stuck right in front of the center of her vision, the music inescapable for her... Wrench has seen it before. Trying to look away. The cries for help forgotten as the brain tries to do anything but what it's supposed to: look forward. Remembering she can shut her eyes... And then curiosity hits her, that dig in the bottom of her stomach: what was in the center of that spiral? Just a peek becomes a stare becomes a hazy-eyed focus...

The glazed over look her eyes have tell Nurse Wrench that Lexi's not here anymore. All adrenaline levels returning to normal.


[02:56] Nurse Wrench: The seemingly unflappable nurse had seen this all before, of course. No matter how many signed up for a spin in the chair, they all got cold feet once they actually got in the room with the thing, all panicked, all tried to escape, all begged and pleaded for mercy, before the chair started to do its work. Probably none of them had read the fine print; this was of course by design. If anyone actually understood what it was this drug company was really doing here, what they really signed up for, nobody would. But they never realized until it was too late, and by then the chair was in control. She just stood and smiled as Lexi tried desperately to shut her eyes, the last thing that everyone tried to avoid giving in to the chair. Wrench could practically time it to the second, now, the moment when they all gave up, when the subliminals bombarding their brain convinced them to OPEN YOUR EYES and LOOK INTO THE SPIRAL. Within a couple of seconds, this one was gone like all the others. Nobody could resist the chair, not for long.

It started with the screen, of course; that gently pulsing spiral that was designed to fill the entire field of vision and subtly draw the eye in, preventing the [s]victim[/s] subject from looking away, occupying their attention and gently numbing their conscious thought into a trancelike state while flashing lights and text encoded messages in the subconscious. This was backed up by the carefully-placed surround speakers, which gently blasted the patient with brainwave-altering sound frequencies and subliminal voice tracks designed to enhance relaxation and receptiveness. All of this technology designed to induce a feeling of total mindless bliss, aided by the powerful cocktail of drugs currently being injected into Lexi's arm. A combination of powerful laxatives and diuretics, as well as multiple psychoactive substances and a large dose of pure medical-grade heroin. At first the chair broadcasted simple, innocuous messages into her vulnerable, exposed subconscious. Messages like RELAX, BREATHE, SLEEP, and OBEY NURSE WRENCH. But as the drugs and hypnosis took effect, they began to take on a much different bent. The subliminal messages being flashed into her brain went from generic ones of relaxation to more specific commands, like SOIL YOURSELF, I LOVE MY DIAPER, NO BLADDER CONTROL, and POOPING=PLEASURE. The soft, soothing music was replaced by grunting, farting noises, running water, and sensual orgasmic moans. The screen began flashing pornographic images designed to elicit sexual desire, mingled with close-up images of wet and dirty diapers. The subliminals became even more intense, urging her to fill her diaper. LET GO. PUSH. FILL. SOIL. CUM. OBEY. OBEY.

"...So? How do you feel now?" the nurse said, switching off the chair. The past... four hours? were a total blur. A foul smell hung in the air.


[03:25] Lexi Luvs: It takes a while for her bloodstream to finally get properly saturated, drawing out the raw wrinkles of her brain and exposing them to the world, with all that extra room to stuff what she was being bombarded with into. The spiral and softness of the music continually assault every little facet of resistance, of focus she has, such that by the time Nurse Wrench finishes her injections, her mouth is lying gaping open, all semblance of higher function forgotten about as she simply stares forward, electrodes reading that everything nonessential in her brain is listening and watching. Chemicals finally soak in around the 15 minute mark fully, at which point the first clear one had made her control over her body so minute that drool falls down into her breasts and stains her chin - it would not leave until she finally snaps to god knows how long later. Artificial bliss starts off the process, her diaper starting to wet with something that was decidedly not pee as euphoria washes over her body, room filling with moans even from the sensation of her breathing, the activation of each sense making an indelible mark on her subconscious years of therapy couldn't clear.

 Perhaps it's [sub]un[/sub]fortunate for Lexi that every single major feeling she was about to have is one she's going to want to forget.

By 20 minutes, the soppiness coming from her slit is joined by the fading of a muscle she'd soon forget that she had, her urethra opening up and washing her cunt in warmth and shame, wracking her ecstasy-addled mind with the most powerful orgasm she's had, enough that it sends alarms off on the machine and briefly washes away all thought in her head for one overwhelming wave of pink, crashing against her psyche in waves that have her whole body clenching except one important spot, again and again. Panting ensues as the music strikes a happy tone, the afterglow, the smiles, the spiral all reinforcing the lesson she had learned. For the first two hours of her training, this is reinforced. A tube inserts itself into her open mouth from the side, the end of it obviously shaped like Nurse Wrench's cock - and begins spurting what tastes like sweet honey straight into Lexi's mouth, the tube even clenching and shooting ropes of the liquid substance onto her tongue like it was a real cock. With this endless supply of fast-acting water, she's given this lesson five, six, seven times, until finally her brainwaves detect absolutely 0 will or ability to fight the urge to piddle - the muscle is forgotten in the pursuit of the endless bliss she gets from release.

The spurts begin changing for her, as the tube in her mouth changes into the tube in her throat, slamming a deepthroat into her stomach and directly inserting its payload into her esophagus, lasting until her stomach was full. A dry tap fills her mouth, which diligently suckles on the cock-shaped hose just like the program instructed, as the programming shifts to a darker, dirtier tone. Lexi's sexual fantasies are, one-by-one, slowly rewritten, every last one ending with the same fate that has her biting her lip and taking a deep gasp, knuckles grabbing onto the arm of the chair as she lets it run wild. It's not long before she's presented with a chance to act these newly-instilled fantasies out, bowels starting to twinge ten minutes after her stomach injection. Her first time is nervous, just as any would be, testingly pushing and finding herself unable to overwrite years of potty training in merely two minutes. Sincere grunting. straining, whining fills the room, as her bowels pinch - and she's interrupted by yet another shot of that fluid into her stomach, giving her fresh fuel to process - and suddenly, as if by surprise, some sort of dam breaks. A loud crackle fills the air, Lexi's grunt turning to a moan as a rope of brown spreads her cheek, the throes of orgasm immediately triggering, yet she pushes through it, starting to load her behind with some doughy soft-serve, the horrible, fetid stew easily flowing from her ass until her insides finally emptied themselves, five whole minutes spent in orgasmic hell as the heat from her accident radiates across the entire area between her legs, filling it up.

And for two hours, it happens again, and again, and again, until the whole of her diaper is stuffed to the brim, until her brain can take no more, until her disgusting craving, dirty desire, filthy fetish is finally cemented... And the program gracefully, mercifully, wipes her memory of the last 5 hours.

"N-- Wha.... What... Mmm... What's going on...?" Asks a very confused voice, looking down at her crotch. The face she has is the face you get when someone you like catches you masturbating rather than the one you have from filling your undies.