The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Essence of Being a Bitch

Chapter Two — Bitch Cravings

Melissa had drifted into a deep, intense dream as she lay in bed, her body tangled in the sheets. In her dream, she found herself back at the Vericorp kennels. The soft sounds of dogs stirring filled the air, their warm presence comforting her as she sat on the floor, snuggling with them one by one. Their fur brushed against her skin, every naked crease and curve of her body touching warm fur while their gentle nudges and wagging tails filling her with a profound sense of peace.

The dream shifted as a shadow fell over her. She looked up and saw a massive, muscular dog stepping out of the shadows. A male dog, a real Alpha. He was more masculine and handsome than any man Melissa had ever fancied—towering even on four legs, sleek dark fur, and radiating a primal energy that made her breath catch. Somehow, she knew his name: Aries.

The other dogs around her retreated into the shadows, as if bowing to his presence, leaving her naked and alone with him. Aries exuded a sense of power and dominance, like the god of war for whom he must be named. At first, his sheer presence intimidated her, but an undeniable pull of attraction gripped her. She felt her heart race as he turned his muzzled head and silently beckoned her to come to him.

For a fleeting moment, Melissa resisted, though she couldn’t understand why. But the instant Aries let out a soft growl, her hesitation melted away. The sound vibrated through her, igniting something deep within. She lifted off her haunches, crawling on all fours to approach him, unable to fight the magnetic force drawing her to his side.

He is an Alpha, and I am a Bitch, Melissa thought.

Melissa slowly embraced Aries, wrapping her arms around his canine shoulders, her apprehension melting away as she ran her hands all over his broad, muscled frame and through his thick, coarse fur. Aries allowed his tongue to dart out and give Melissa a gentle lick on the cheek. She felt tiny next to him, enveloped in his overwhelming presence, but instead of fear, she felt protected, cherished, and wanted. He pulled away from her hug, circling her and sniffing at her nethers for a good long while. Melissa felt wetness gush from her pussy, jumping slightly as Aries began to lick at the fluids now coating her bare thighs. Then the alpha circled again, returning to face her directly.

When Melissa looked into his eyes, she saw fire—a flame of desire burning brightly for her. Her knees weakened as her own lust surged, and she sank to the ground before him, forehead against the cold floor, her lips parting as she bit them softly.

A Bitch must submit to her Alpha, Melissa thought.

She slowly lifted her gaze once more, taking in every inch of Aries’ powerful form, mesmerized by his dominance over her. Then Melissa caught a glimpse of what lay hidden between the alpha’s legs. She let out a soft gasp followed by panting. Red and glistening, Aries possessed a penis far beyond any man Melissa had ever been with. Her eyes remained fixed on it as it swung slightly, as if to deepen her trance. Drool began to pool in her mouth and drip from her tongue.

Aries stepped even closer to Melissa, his movements deliberate and commanding. She instinctively knew what he wanted. As the thick dog penis drew closer to her face, Melissa licked her lips, feeling her heartbeat thrum in her ears. It was mere inches from her slobbering mouth. Without thinking, she dove for his massive penis, kissing it tenderly, worshipfully.

This is a real cock. An Alpha cock.

Her lips lingered on the shaft, savoring the unique taste, every part of her surrendering to the moment.

But just as the dream reached this peak, it abruptly ended. Melissa awoke with a start, her body covered in sweat, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. The vivid sensations from the dream lingered, filling her with a happiness she hadn’t felt in years. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to recall every detail, but the specifics had already begun to fade, leaving behind only an overwhelming sense of joy and fulfillment.

She glanced at the clock on her nightstand and was shocked to see she had been asleep for most of the day. Melissa sat up, her hair damp and her sheets tangled around her legs. Somehow in her sleep, she had stripped every piece of clothing from her body. Even more unusual, her pussy was wet and tingly, as if she had just orgasmed repeatedly from a good session with her toys. The dream had left her feeling strangely energized and peaceful, and yet she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that it meant something more—something she couldn’t yet fully comprehend.

* * *

After a shower and some food, Melissa knew she had to get some fresh air. Lacing up her running shoes, she headed to the trail that circled around nearby Larsen Lake, hoping a jog would help clear her head after the events of the past few days. The sun was warm, the breeze from the nearby lake refreshing as she began her run along the winding trail. The rhythmic pounding of her feet on the ground steadied her thoughts at first, but she soon noticed something that distracted her: there were dogs everywhere. Perhaps this wasn’t unusual on a nice summer day, but this was the first time Melissa had really paid attention to how many there were. Every bark, yip or woof caught her attention.

A golden retriever trotted alongside its owner, a group of smaller dogs yipped at each other in playful chaos, and a sleek greyhound sprinted with grace across an open field, leaping for a thrown frisbee. Melissa found her gaze lingering on them, and she realized with some surprise that she could immediately distinguish between the male and female dogs. It wasn’t just their physical traits; something about their demeanor seemed to broadcast their gender, like she had suddenly developed a new sense of perception.

The longer she jogged, the more distracted she became. She eventually slowed to a stop and sat on a nearby bench, watching the dogs. She observed their interactions and felt an odd thought creep into her mind. The female dogs, with their bejeweled collars and often bright pink leashes, seemed perfectly natural to her. It made sense for them to be collared and leashed, it kept them safe and obediently by their owners’ side. But when she looked at the male dogs restrained in the same way, often with spiked or studded collars and thick, leather leashes, it just felt wrong, almost offensive. The males should be free to roam where they wish, she thought, the idea startling in its clarity. They were alphas, they had no need for protection.

Melissa was so deep in thought that she barely noticed a man and a woman approaching the patch of grass across from her, each holding the leash of a dog. The dogs—a pair of German Shepherds—quickly pulled against their leads, wagging their tales in their eagerness to greet each other. As Melissa watched the dogs, her ears picked up bits of the owners’ conversation. It quickly became clear that these were breeders, and this meeting a potential match between mates. A stud, and a Bitch.

“As you could see from his AKC papers, Ranger here has excellent bloodlines,” the man said, motioning to the male German Shepherd. “He’s strong, intelligent, and incredibly protective. He’s the best stud we’ve had in years.”

Melissa bit her lips. He certainly looks it.

The woman nodded, glancing fondly at her female while the pair were busy sniffing at their nethers and getting playful with each other. “Sienna is such a beauty, isn’t she? She’s so obedient and has the most elegant stride. Her puppies would be absolutely gorgeous. What fee are you thinking, per session of course.”

She’s talking about paying for the stud to impregnate her Bitch. How exciting…, Melissa mused.

As if on cue, the male German Shepherd hopped onto the female’s backside, humping against her in an effort to began the mating early. Melissa found herself leaning forward slightly, mesmerized as the two dogs attempted to couple, before being pulled apart by their owners. Ranger gave a low, friendly bark, and Sienna lowered her head, her tail swishing gently. Melissa felt a strange warmth flood through her, a mixture of admiration and… something else she couldn’t quite name. The owners laughed, snapping Melissa out of her trance. They seemed pleased with the interaction.

“Well, they certainly seem to like each other,” the man observed.

The woman smiled as she led the man and dogs away, headed further down the trail. “That’s a good sign. Maybe we should arrange for them to meet again soon, more privately.”

With the owners and dogs gone, Melissa realized with a jolt that coming to the park hadn’t been the best idea after all. She felt more confused than ever, her thoughts swirling in chaotic circles. It unsettled her that strange ideas had come so easily into her mind, without the slightest concern about their absurdity. Even now, they lingered stubbornly in her mind. She had to leave. Now.

As Melissa walked home from the park, her mind churned with thoughts about her signal and the strange transformation she felt creeping over her. She was so engrossed that she barely registered a figure approaching her after she had reached her street, until she heard a familiar voice.

“Melissa!” Savannah Brown called out with a bright smile, waving as she hurried over from her driveway. Dressed in a modest blouse and long skirt, Savannah had the look of someone who spent her days striving to embody the picture-perfect ideal of a ’50s housewife.

“Savannah,” Melissa greeted back, forcing a polite smile. Her neighbor was sweet but often too chatty for Melissa’s liking, especially now when her thoughts were consumed with far more pressing matters.

“It’s so good to see you,” Savannah said warmly. “I feel like it’s been ages since we’ve talked. How’s Courtney doing? I bet college is keeping her busy.”

Melissa nodded. “She’s doing well, thanks. She’s got a lot on her plate down at UC Berkeley, but she’s thriving.”

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Savannah replied, her expression briefly tinged with envy before softening again. “I always wanted children, but you know…” Her voice trailed off, her gaze lowering.

Melissa felt a pang of pity but also irritation. Savannah seemed possessed by an irrational need to adhere to traditional notions of marriage, striving to meet her husband’s expectations despite the fact that the man had neglected her ever since learning that his wife was infertile. Melissa had no doubt that he was off cheating somewhere while Savannah overlooked his indiscretions. It all struck Melissa as tragic and outdated. At times she wanted to shake the woman and tell her to wake up, to see how shackled she was by her own beliefs. Still, Melissa kept her tone neutral.

“well, yes, that’s hard I’m sure,” she said, her voice measured. “But I know you do your best to find fulfillment in other ways.”

“Oh, I try,” Savannah said, her smile faltering. “Keep the house in order, dinner on the table for Charles, active at church. Still, it does get lonely.” She brightened again, as if shaking off the heaviness of her words. “How’s your research going? Still doing that important work with genetics and all?”

Melissa nodded briskly, trying to speed things along. “Yes, it’s been... intense. I’ve had some breakthroughs recently, so it’s a busy time.”

“That sounds so exciting!” Savannah gushed, her eyes lighting up. “I can’t imagine working on something so meaningful. It must feel amazing to make a difference in the world.”

“It has its moments,” Melissa said, glancing at her watch. She didn’t want to be rude, but she was eager to get home and focus on her concerns. “Listen, Savannah, I’d love to catch up more, but I really do have to go. How about we set aside some time next week?”

Savannah’s face beamed. “I’d love that! How about Monday evening? I can bring over a light dinner for us to share.”

Melissa nodded, relieved to have found a way to politely extricate herself. “Monday works. I’ll see you then.”

“Wonderful!” Savannah said, her smile genuine. “I’m so glad we’ll have time to chat properly. Take care, Melissa.”

“You too,” Melissa replied, turning to head toward her house.

As she walked away, Melissa felt a mixture of relief and lingering annoyance. Savannah’s eagerness for connection was understandable, but her adherence to outdated values and her inability to break free from her situation grated on Melissa. She needs a radical shift, Melissa thought, though she pushed the idea aside as she reached her door.

Once inside, Melissa kicked off her shoes and went straight to her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her body felt heavy, her mind tired but restless. She needed relief from the inner turmoil she felt. She glanced at her phone and earbuds. She fought her urges briefly, but her mind constantly returned to the problem she wrestled with. She needed to know.

She popped her headphones in and opened her phone, eager to lose herself in her favorite podcast and escape the confusion that had gripped her since her jog at the park. But as she navigated the app, something was wrong. The podcast refused to play any other segment besides the one she had been listening to at the lab—the heated debate about dog training, feminism, traditional values, and a new world order.

Frowning, she closed an reopened the app, tapping on a different episode, then another one, only to have the same segment begin to play again.

“That’s bullshit, Markus,” the voice of Dr. Karen DeGenhret crackled in Melissa’s ear, more fiery than she had been earlier in the segment. “Marriage is an outdated institution designed to shackle women to men. Why do you think so many straight marriages fail? Is it any wonder that many women are turning to lesbianism to meet their sexual needs, rather than be burdened with marriage to a man?”

Melissa hit pause. The strange sensations she had felt in the lab had already started up again just a few seconds into the podcast. Her pussy twinged unbidden with arousal while her stomach twisted as realization dawned on her. The glitch with her podcast wasn’t random. It had to be connected to her signaling technology. The signal that had finally worked must have embedded itself into this specific recording during the overload at the lab. That signal was now inseparable from the podcast segment.

Her fingers hovered over the play button, uncertainty clawing at her. What would happen if she listened to it again? The memory of how the signal had affected her at the lab, and later at the kennels, made her chest tighten. She didn’t fully understand what it had done to her—what it might still be doing.

Melissa sat up in bed, gripping the phone tightly as she debated with herself. It might not work the same outside the lab. Without the equipment to direct the signal, maybe it’s harmless. The thought offered little comfort. But what if it’s not? her inner voice countered. What if listening to it does something irreversible?

Would that be so bad?

That last thought terrified Melissa. It had come into her mind like a dark whisper, like something long-hidden had begun to emerge within her consciousness. She closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath. The shutdown at the lab had erased all her data. The only place where the solution to her signaling technology might still exist was here, in this recording. The state of her mind before and after the incident in her lab was concerning enough that Melissa doubted she would easily stumble upon it a second time. If she didn’t figure out how to recover it, all her progress would be lost—and with the shareholder deadline looming, that wasn’t an option.

Melissa bit her lip, her heart racing. Her arousal was spiking again, fogging her mind, feeding her fear of what would happen next, but she had come too far to give up now. In another state of mind, Melissa might have considered taking more precautions, but her thoughts had fixated on her need to listen. An unnatural, desperate need that her brain was struggling to rationalize to itself. If listening to the recording again was the only way to recover the solution, and find a way to counteract it’s effects, then she would have to take the risk.

“Just one more time,” she whispered to herself, as if saying it aloud would make it less daunting. “Just to understand what’s in the signal.”

With trembling fingers, she hit play. The familiar voices filled her ears, their tone commanding and resonant. It wasn’t long before her mind began to hum, white light creeping in around the edges of her vision. Words tumbled through her mind, consuming her thoughts.

Male dogs are real Alphas.

Women are Bitches now.

Real Bitches know to respect an Alpha.

Dumb Bitches need constant reminders.

An Alpha will give Bitches what they need.

Melissa’s body tensed as the words washed over her. She felt a tingling sensation at the base of her skull, faint at first but growing stronger. Her heartbeat quickened as the voices continued, their cadence hypnotic. Alarmed, Melissa fought, realizing the signal was just as powerful as it had been in the lab. As her vision was nearly overcome by the white light, she sluggishly reached a hand out to hit pause on her phone.

Women are Bitches now.

Dumb Bitches need constant reminders.

“That’s right… I’m a woman, so… that means, I’m a Bitch…” Realization dawned on Melissa as she droned out the words, her mind too addled to fear these new ideas anymore. “I’m a Bitch… I’m a dumb Bitch… I need constant reminders…”

Melissa pulled her hand back, allowing the signal to continue. Her vision was lost to the white.

She gripped the sheets, her thoughts becoming murky, as if the words were a dense fog filling her mind, except this time she willed herself to accept them. Images from the lab and the park flashed behind her closed eyes—dogs, leashes, collars, and especially the unwavering presence of Aries in her dream. The images came slower this time, but still Melissa struggled to hold them in her mind.

A small part of Melissa—the last of her rational mind—forced herself to focus, trying to discern the signal’s effect. She needed to understand it, to isolate its influence. But the more she listened, the harder it became to think clearly, and the more aware she became of the building lust inside her. The words felt like they were etching themselves into her consciousness, retracing the marks they had left before, deepening their imprint upon her.

Her body grew warm, and her breathing shallowed. Her hands ripped at her clothing, the cool air hardening her now exposed nipples. She felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration, a sense that she was on the edge of something monumental—something she both craved and dreaded. The radical shift that she needed. As the last of her consciousness receded, Melissa felt her legs spread wide as her hands shot down to dig at her wetness, an overwhelming pleasure washing away her final thoughts.

* * *

When Melissa finally opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the stillness. Her room was dark, illuminated only by the faint light of the moon filtering through her blinds. She felt weak, her body aching, her head pounding. She tried to sit up, but the sensation of damp sheets beneath her made her pause.

Melissa groaned softly as she looked down at herself. She was lying naked in a pool of her own sweat and other juices, her hair plastered to her face, her pussy inflamed and sore. Her phone lay beside her, the screen dark. Its battery had long since died, but not before it had likely played the podcast on a loop for many hours.

Panic flashed through her as she checked the time. It was late Sunday night. She had been in bed for over a day, lost in the effects of the recording and subsequent exhaustion. Her stomach growled loudly, and her throat felt dry and parched. She was starving and dehydrated.

She forced herself to sit up, her muscles trembling with the effort. Her mind was strangely calm, a satisfied contentment enveloping her thoughts even as her body screamed for relief. The words of the podcast echoed faintly in the recesses of her thoughts.

A new world order... where Bitches know true freedom...

Melissa shook her head, trying to clear it, but the words wouldn’t leave her. They felt like they had become a part of her, etched into the foundation of her being, except now her new thoughts and beliefs were distorting the words from the podcast, perceiving them in the way her altered mind wished them to be.

She stumbled to the kitchen and turned on the tap, leaning against the counter as she started sipping... no, lapping at the water. She felt a strange sense of calm, a deep contentment, like she was starting to understand something about herself that had always been hidden. She enjoyed the refreshing sensation as the water splashed upon her extended tongue and ran down her chin, over her breasts and down her stomach. When she finished lapping at the water, she turned to the pantry to rummage for food, finding a can of chicken to be the most delicious option. She ate straight from the can with her mouth, the thought of utensils not even entering her mind. As Melissa careful cleaned the can of meat so as to not cut herself, she caught sight of her naked reflection in the kitchen window.

Bitch.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Her sore pussy grew moist again.

I’m a Bitch.

A delicious truth she now understood. Melissa knew there should be another word to describe herself, but the only one that entered her thoughts, the only one that felt right, was Bitch. She had always been one, she knew, she had just denied it for most of her life.

Her mind began to replay her experiences from the previous day, piecing together the fragments that she had pushed away in fear. She was afraid no longer. She didn’t fully understand what had happened, but one thing was clear: the signal wasn’t just affecting her thoughts. It was reshaping her—body, mind, and soul.

And she wasn’t sure she wanted it to stop. In fact, she was ready to embrace her new truth.

* * *

Melissa arrived at her lab early Monday morning, eager to enact the new plan for the signaling technology that had formed in her mind the previous evening. The power had been restored, but with the data from her experiments erased, she knew she faced an uphill battle in putting something together for the shareholders. As such, she sat immediately at her workstation and plugged her phone into the system, uploading the altered podcast recording and running a few commands to have the system analyze the frequencies. With luck, she would have the correct parameters again soon, and then she could set about solving the malfunction that had caused the system to overload in the first place. Not long after, Stacy entered the lab, leading a female Dalmatian dog.

“Good morning, Dr. Packer,” Stacy said. “I brought a new test subject. The Doberman from last week is being evaluated.”

Melissa looked up, curiosity piqued. “Evaluated? Why?”

Stacy sighed, her expression turning serious. “Apparently the Doberman injured herself trying to break out of her kennel over the weekend. She was attempting to get into the kennel of one of the male dogs next to her. The handlers think it was for breeding purposes.”

The strange, now-familiar shiver ran down Melissa’s spine at Stacy’s words. The thought of the Bitch trying to break into a male Alpha’s kennel filled her with an unusual sense of excitement. A small part of her rationalized that she should feel repulsed by the idea, but instead, she felt an almost primal thrill. Her pussy began to drip, dampening her panties. She leaned forward, eager to hear more.

“What exactly happened?” Melissa asked, her voice low and intense. “Which Alpha male was she trying to get to?”

Stacy seemed taken aback by Melissa’s reaction but continued. “Umm, the big one, I think, with the dark, black fur. Probably a mixed breed, but I’m not really sure. The Doberman got very aggressive about it. She scratched and bit at the kennel door until her paws were bloody. She even managed to bend one of the bars. When the handlers found her, she was frantic, trying to get to him even if it killed her. They had to sedate her to calm her down. Needless to say, the big guy was worked up by then too.”

Melissa’s pulse quickened. The Bitch had clearly been altered by the signal in the same way that Melissa had. An image of the Doberman’s attempt to breed flashed in her mind, desperate and needy as a Bitch should be, all while the Alpha male grew aroused, his long, thick shaft protruding from his sheath, red and eager to mate, a drip of delicious pre-cum trailing down from the tip. Melissa embraced the excitement coursing through her, savoring it.

“That’s… quite something,” she murmured, almost to herself. “I’d like to have a look at the Bitch after the evaluation. The Alpha male as well.”

Stacy frowned, clearly unsettled by the strange behavior Melissa exhibited. “Yeah... it’s unusual behavior, especially for her, she’s always been quite docile. They’re going to run some tests to see if there’s an underlying cause. Anyway, I’ll put in the request at lunch for us to come get the pair when possible.”

“Thanks, Stacy,” Melissa said, turning back to her workstation. “I’m running an analysis at the moment on some work I did at home. The results were… quite promising, but I need to analyze them more. I can’t wait to show you.”

“Really? Oh thank god, I was so worried on Friday. That’s amazing news! What did you figure out?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you soon, right after this analysis, but in the meantime, I think you’ll understand better if you give my podcast a listen.” Melissa held out her phone and earbuds to Stacy, who looked puzzled. “I know, I know. Strange as it sounds though, the podcast was the trigger I needed to work out the right signal parameters. It will be easier for me to explain if you listen to it first.”

“I don’t know, this is kind of weird, don’t you think?” Stacy asked, her voice hesitant as she took the phone and earbuds. “I mean, can’t you just summarize it for me…?”

Melissa offered her a reassuring smile, though her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. This is wrong, Melissa thought. I shouldn’t do this to Stacy.

But I want to. I want her to know that she’s a Bitch. Just like me.

“I understand your apprehension, Stacy,” Melissa said, gently hugging her assistant. “But that would delay this analysis, and you know we’re crunched for time. This is the fastest option for us to get back to testing.”

Stacy hesitated, her fingers gripping the earbuds tightly. “But shouldn’t I—”

“Come on, Stacy! Trust me here,” Melissa said firmly, though a part of her knew Stacy shouldn’t.

After a long pause, Stacy sighed and put in the earbuds. “Fine, but only because it’s for our research. No offense, but these sorts of podcasts aren’t really my thing, you know?”

“Of course, thanks for putting up with my weirdness, Stacy,” Melissa replied. Stacy popped the earbuds in and pressed play. Melissa smiled, turning to the computer to begin the analysis.

This will be a good test of how the signal affects others, she thought. She imagined Stacy writhing on the floor in ecstasy, pussy wet with desire for an Alpha, absorbing the same truths Melissa had. Melissa was eager for Stacy to understand, so Melissa could speak plainly with someone about her ideas. Plus, she knew she would need her assistant to make it all come together.

As Stacy sat and listened, Melissa’s eyes were glued to the monitor, her focus narrowing as she observed the data from the embedded signal. It didn’t take long for her to spot the anomaly, and Melissa shook her head at her own lack of sense. Early Saturday morning at the lab, while in her driven, sleep-deprived and semi-delirious state, Melissa had taken the signal frequency to far, all the way up into the ultra-high frequency range. The embedded signal had been recorded at 350 Megahertz.

Her stomach twisted as she realized the ramifications. The containment chamber in the lab was not built to block ultra-high frequencies. While lower frequencies were effectively contained, ultra-high frequencies could pierce deeper through solid materials than very-high frequencies could, which explained how it had entwined with her podcast.

She felt a mixture of horror and fascination. How far had the signal reached that night? Could it have affected others outside the lab?

Melissa shook her head, forcing herself to focus. She could reinforce the chamber to prevent such an incident from happening again. That would be the responsible thing to do. Yet even as she thought this, another idea began to form, unbidden and dark.

If ultra-high frequencies could travel farther, what could they achieve if used intentionally?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. She imagined the signal spreading across a large area, embedding itself in the minds of others, sharing the truths she had come to understand. The radical shift the world needed could begin with her.

Melissa’s pulse quickened as the possibilities unfolded in her mind. She envisioned a world reshaped by the signal, where females like her understood their place as Bitches, and Alpha male dogs ran free. Melissa fought the urge to reach down her pants and masturbate as these thoughts filled her mind with dark, exhilarating desires.

“Dr. Packer?” Stacy’s voice snapped her back to the present.

Melissa turned, startled to find Stacy sitting upright and seemingly unaffected as she took out the earbuds. Melissa had expected Stacy to enter a trance state, possibly even lose consciousness as Melissa had when she first encountered the signal. Instead, Stacy looked... normal. Or, at least, mostly normal.

“I’m all done, here.” Stacy handed the earbuds to Melissa. “Any luck with the analysis?”

“Yes, there’s a lot to tell you… but first, tell me how you’re feeling now?” Melissa asked carefully, watching Stacy’s expression.

“I’m... fine?” Stacy replied, though her voice wavered slightly. She adjusted her glasses and shifted in her chair.

“What did you think about the podcast?” Melissa pressed.

“It was... interesting. Honestly kind of intense, like the words were really trying to stick with me, and frankly I don’t know how you can handle listening to that kind of conflict all the time. But I guess all that stuff about Pavlov and dog training is what inspired you, right?”

Melissa narrowed her eyes, probing further. “What were your thoughts about the dog training? How did it resonate with you?”

Stacy hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her skirt. “It made sense, I guess,” she said slowly, her face coloring slightly. “The way they talked about obedience and conditioning—it’s logical. But also... strange. Especially when they started using umm, the B-word, I don’t know, I felt like...” She trailed off, her face beginning to blush.

“Go on,” Melissa urged, leaning forward. “What did you feel? How does hearing the word ‘Bitch’ make you feel, Stacy?”

Stacy was now squirming in her seat, visibly uncomfortable. Beads of sweat began forming on her brow, and she glanced away. So the podcast did seem to have an effect on Stacy.

“It’s hard to explain. It was like... empowering, I guess? I get what Dr. DeGenhret was saying, it’s okay to be a Bitch… I guess the word feels more important, somehow? It’s confusing.”

Melissa’s curiosity grew. She decided to push further. “What about the part on breeding? The interplay of traits between the Alpha males and female Bitches?”

Stacy’s blush deepened, and she shifted again, crossing her legs tightly. “It was... um, insightful. I get what they were saying about the different roles of Alpha male dogs and female Bitches, and how people should be more like them but... I don’t know, this is getting really weird... can we talk about the results now?”

Melissa’s eyes widened as realization dawned on her. There was no doubt, the podcast had affected Stacy, but not in the same way it had affected Melissa, either of the times she had listened to it. Instead of a trance state and unconsciousness, Stacy’s reaction was more subtle, manifesting as discomfort and an unwilling awareness of the truths that now overlaid her thoughts. Clearly, the podcast recording alone hadn’t done enough to cause the full transformation Melissa had expected.

Could it be that the original source of the signal was needed? Melissa believed that was likely the missing piece. The original signal exposure must have primed Melissa’s mind, triggering the neurological changes, while the podcast now acted as a reinforcement, much like how repetition and consistency will reinforce training in dogs.

Melissa sat back, processing this revelation. This changed everything about the next steps she needed to take. Starting with exposing Stacy to the signal source.

Melissa was about to delve deeper into the analysis and get Stacy to run a new test with the correct parameters, knowing it would expose them both to the original signal again, but then the lab door burst open with a loud bang, startling both women. Joanna strode in, her face a mask of fury.

“What the hell happened over the weekend, Melissa?” Joanna demanded, her voice sharp and cutting. “I’ve been stuck reviewing power logs and security videos all morning to locate the source of the outage, and guess who I discovered was working in her lab at the crack of dawn, just before everything shutdown? I want answers. Now.”

Melissa froze, her heart pounding. She knew this was coming but hoped she would have more time. Stacy’s wide-eyed panic mirrored her own as Joanna glowered at them, her presence as commanding and unrelenting as ever. A true Bitch.