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Prompt: Feeling Hazy (Part 3)
🕑 Added 2022-05-17 23:31:42 +0000 UTCSummary: A scientist sabotages their own lab experiment, turning themselves into a gaseous being. The strange gas they're made of proves to have some strange, calming, even hypnotic qualities to it. Commissioned by Someone anonymous for May 2022.
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Part 3 (May '22)
As Felicia had been taken by the gaseous mist, her mind had turned into a blank, her body an extension of her superior's designs. The rest of the day had become such a hazy blur...
The next thing Felicia knew, she was groggily waking up in her one-bedroom apartment, her body stiff and achy, gripped with a hangover that reverberated through her entire body. If nothing else, Felicia seemed to be herself again, dressed in her pink pajamas.
"...Ugh..." Felicia groaned, stirring to glance to her bedside clock. "How long was I out for...?"
Her digital clock kept track of the time and date, and... well, it was about 8:30 in the morning. And it was... Thursday?? But it was Monday when the accident happened...
"THE ACCIDENT! DR. HART!" Felicia gasped sharply as a shot of panicky adrenaline shot through her. She had to get to the bottom of that dreadful incident at the lab, and whatever happened to her boss! ...If there was anything left.
She winced, her entire body aching as she darted for her wardrobe. She wrested the drawer open to dress herself in a hurry! She would've probably had to flee the country, or something-
Clunkclunk. A curious contraption on top of her makeup desk wobbled back and forth. Felicia turned her head sharply, wondering if the FBI was already on their way, her eyes narrowing on the device. It was a pretty little thing, made from gold brass. It looked like a perfume jar... but the glass base was filled with a shifting green gas.
"...What is..." Felicia drew closer. The gas was so familiar, and the way it flowed and billowed within the jar was so pleasing to the eye, so disarming. Without realizing, her hand hovered to the lid and, with a tug, unsealed it.
Fwoooosh... Felicia gawked as the fog shot from the spout of the vase as if it had been held under incredible pressure! She staggered back as the room began to fill with the gaseous vapours, a fog of green surrounding her on all sides. The air was so thick; she reflexively covered her mouth and nose to protect her airways...
...But a wispy tendril materialized from the smog, coiling around her right arm, gently wresting it away. Felicia coughed and sputtered as she inhaled the air...
Felicia...
A gentle voice filled her head. It wasn't her own voice, it was...
"Wendy...?" Felicia slowly blinked, her body going slack. It was almost like her brain had short-circuited and she slumped backwards like a puppet with her strings cut...
And she would've collapsed onto the floor, had it not been for a particularly dense cloud of fog concentrating beneath her. Currents of the hypnotic gas surrounded Felicia, cradling her. Going slack, she hovered in midair, cradled by the fog itself as it wrapped around her midriff and thighs. Another tendril hovered above her black hair, a transluscent green hand stroking her head.
Oh dear, dear, you've been working yourself to the bone for me...
"I have...?" Felicia questioned aloud, her voice hollow. Her body was feeling so tickly and pleasant all over. Wherever the fog touched her skin, it felt like caressing, loving fingers were massaging her entire body.
You're exhausted... take the day off. Let your superior tend to your needs...
Felicia hiccuped, slowly nodding her head. "Yes master...~" She lolled her head back, the whites of her eyes filling with pulsating patterns of green, blue and yellow. There wasn't a single conscious thought in her head, only pleasure, and complete obedience to her superior... or her 'master', as she had taken to calling Wendy in her current state.
I know you, Felicia, and how headstrong you get to be... I'll have to calm you down, before I explain everything. So take it easy for now, okay?
"Yesss...~" Felicia moaned, her body twisting, floating on its own as tendrils of green gas twisted around her in intimate coils. She felt so weightless, hovering above the ground as Wendy, formless and floating all around her, supported her. Felicia turned over to face the ground, feeling pressure along her backside as the gas pressed against her body, massaging her all over, working out those aches and pains.
Her pajamas fluttered to the floor, revealing her black, lacey undergarments; Felicia's nipples were so erect with excitement and pleasure, they seemed eager to bury themselves through the thin, almost see-through fabric. The fog slipped between her cleavage, grasping her chin and turning her head forward as it wrapped around the zonked-out lab assistant in a wrapping, full-body embrace.
"Wendy...~" Felicia's hands slowly raised to unclasp her bra, but two wisps of tendrils gently brought them back down again.
Not while I have you under my spell... Wendy whispered again, her voice echoing inside Felicia's head. Wendy did lament the overpowering potential of the gas as an aphrodisiac, but with enough training and exposure, perhaps her assistant would develop a resistance...
...Or perhaps she would break her assistant's mind in the process. Probably not, she was a strong, intelligent woman.
Felicia giggled, her sensations assaulted by the cool gas on her skin and the smell and taste of lavender overwhelming her entire body. Floating in the air, gently spinning around the room was such a delight, such an intimate sense of weightlessness. Her tongue lolled as she stared vacantly off into empty space, her hands rising to slip underneath the cups of her bra, massaging her chest.
Felicia, I need you to listen to me. Wendy's voice echoed once more. On my command, you will be yourself again, the spell of the fog disappearing from your mind. And then I will explain your role in all of this.
"Yes, mistress...~" Felicia droned. On some level, she understood, but as the gas flowed all around her, her head lolling from side to side, it seemed as if the words Wendy spoke flowed into one ear, and out the other.
...No, actually, that was rather literal. There was a current of gas flowing through her head like that.
On the count of three, you will regain your senses. One... two... three!
Ping! Felicia grimaced, blinking her eyes as the spell cast on her vanished in an instant. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, the whites of her eyes returning. She looked down.
"Why am I floating...?"
