Akko slowly puts his paw up to the intercom, pushing down on the little button until he hears a faint buzzing sound. In his other paw, he carries a small piece of paper he cut out from the local newspaper. He reads over it a final time – specifically the address – to see if he’s in the right place. He should be, because the building does have that very distinct ‘somewhat shady doctor’s office’ vibe. 
The intercom buzzes again, and the doors seem to open automatically. A sudden wave of reluctancy crashes over the kobold, and he reconsiders his options. Does he really need the reward offered to the so called “science project guinea pigs”? Probably not. So he stands there for a few seconds, hesitating, until a female voice sounds over the intercom.
“So, are you just gonna stand there?”
Her voice catches Akko off guard. Nothing about her question convinced him to come inside. It wasn’t like she kindly asked him, or somehow tipped the scales in her favor in regards of Akko’s doubts. Regardless, the kobold feels his body move almost on its own as he enters the building, the doors closing behind him.
“That’s not ominous at all…” Akko thinks, somewhat reluctantly walking deeper into the building. He finds himself strolling through a hallway, passing by multiple rooms with long windows looking into the room. They’re – especially for a science lab – oddly well-decorated, with big, fancy screens on the walls, and comfy looking sofas in the center.
Eventually, he reaches an empty lobby. He walks towards one of the chairs and sits down. He takes one of the few randomly scattered folders and reads it out of boredom, until a gray-furred wolf with a purple streak hair walks into the lobby. She’s reading a document on a clipboard, and hardly paying attention to the kobold.
Akko immediately notices that she’s wearing blue underwear, with her lab coat loosely hanging around it. She seems totally unbothered by the way she’s casually walking around, practically half-naked, and Akko struggles to keep his eyes off of her, blushing slightly.
Her casual state of undress isn’t helping his uncertainty in regards to the shadiness of the situation thus far, and he stutters as he tries to get the wolf lady’s attention. “H-h-hi, I had an… appointment here...? From the newspaper clipping thingy.”
The wolf then looks up from her clipboard and eyes down the kobold. “Ah, yes, our new volunteer. You must be Akko, then?” She looks him in the eyes and for some reason her voice sounds much more smooth and warm in person than over the intercom. Much more calming. So much so that the word ‘volunteer’ goes way over his head. 
“Y-yes, Akko. That’s me. Nice to meet you, Doctor…?” the kobold replies, still caught off guard by her appearance – trying his very best to look her in the eyes, rather than at her underwear. 
“Just call me the Director.” The wolf replies. A slight smirk appears on her face, and she gestures the kobold boy to follow her. “Come, let’s head to one of the rooms and we can get you settled down for the experiment, alright?” She says, walking towards the door of one of the rooms Akko moved past whilst making his way to the lobby.
“Right, right…” Akko says as he stands up, following the Director towards the door. “So, uh, what’s the experiment actually going to look like? The newspaper was kind of vague besides promising a ‘deeply relaxing experience’, so I’m not sure what to expect.” he says, briefly swallowing.
He’s met with another smirk from the Director, who swipes her keycard on a little reader next to the door, which promptly beeps as it opens. “Just follow me inside and I’ll lay out all the details for you.” She says, holding the door open for Akko.
Akko nods and walks through the doorway, entering the room with a massive LED screen hung upon the wall. He looks over his shoulder towards the Director, who points towards the sofa in the middle. “Go ahead, sit down, make yourself comfortable.” The wolf says as she walks in behind Akko, closing the door behind her.
Again, Akko can’t help but shake the feeling that he’s in way over his head, that he’s stumbled into a shady “science project” that ends up with him being down a kidney. Still, he sits down on the sofa, almost anticipating leather straps to appear and bind him to the chair the second his butt makes contact with the fabric. Instead he finds himself sinking into the warm, comfortable cushioning and relaxes a bit.
“I can see you’re stressed out, but don’t worry. I can assure you that you’re safe here. You’re not the first willing subject we’ve had, and you definitely won’t be the last either. We’re still… working on making the place a bit more representable. But don’t worry, just relax and settle into the chair.”
She holds out a remote control which appeared to have been summoned out of thin air, aims it at the flatscreen upon the wall and turns it on, making the black screen turn… black again. But, still, it’s on now.
“So, the experiment is actually quite simple. I’m running a bunch of tests for the new hypnotic program I’m developing. You’ve heard of hypnosis before, I’m assuming? I highly doubt you’d be sitting here if you hadn’t.”
Akko swallows as he hears her explanation. He has been hypnotized before – by a seemingly sentient set of VR goggles no less – though the details remain hazy. That said, whatever memories remained of the session were… positive, to say the least. 
“Y-yeah. I’ve been hypnotized before. Once.” Akko replies. 
Again, an eager smile appears on the wolf’s face. “Good, good. That’ll make this first session a breeze. I’m just gonna be running the program I wrote. All you have to do is sit here, listen to my words and follow along with the program. Seems simple enough, right?”
Akko nods as he looks at the Director, blushing again. 
“Good! Then let’s start, shall we?” the Director says, hitting yet another button on the remote control, causing the screen to buzz to life. 
Soon, the screen begins to rotate through circles of black and white, pulsing inwards. Akko almost immediately notices that the pulses appear to be linked to his breathing, as every breath in is rewarded with a black circle pushing away the white, and every breath out replaces the black with another white circle. 
“So,” the Director says, “You’ll notice how the screen starts to spiral and pulse, and it’s so incredibly easy to just stare as you focus on your breathing, isn’t it?” 
Akko nods, and it doesn’t take long for him to realise that there’s a low, pulsing bass-like sound echoing through the chamber. 
“Maybe you can imagine that every pulse is like a wave of relaxation. As if the circles hold an invisible thread within your mind, pulling out more and more tension out of your mind as you just breathe.”
Almost exactly as the Director described it, Akko feels himself starting to relax further and further, with each and every pulse almost massaging his mind. The Director hits another button on the remote, and the pulsing starts to pick up the pace – rather than one pulse per breath, the pulsing seems to double, quadruple even.
“There you go. You’re already so relaxed and drowsy, and we’ve barely even started.” The Director continues, chuckling at how easily she’s able to toy with the kobold’s mind. Her paws begin to drift towards the kobold’s shoulders as she starts to rub and massage them.
The kobold’s breathing has slowed down, becoming more and more calm as he begins to really sink into a comfortable, soothing trance. He’s struggling to keep his eyes open, his eyelids already fluttering to a half-closed state. But the Director won’t let that happen.
“Tssk tssk, keep those eyes open, kobold boy. I need you to continue to stare at my program. We don’t want you to fall asleep now, do we?” The Director says, a confident smirk on her face as the screen continues to pulse inwards. Akko feels himself shake his head in agreement.
“Good subject. Now, let’s move on to the second phase of this session, shall we?” the Director asks, hitting another button on the remote. Akko mindlessly nods, unable to really think for himself anymore. He’s perfectly content with letting the Director’s soothing voice guide him into a deeper state of relaxation.
With a press of the button, the black and white spirals begin to gain colour. A nice, relaxing gradient from cardinal pink to cornflower blue. At first, the colours are slightly washed out in order to smoothly transition from the black and white, but soon the colours are swirling at full saturation, as well as at full hypnotic power. 
Akko can really feel himself start to sink deeply into the trance now – as well as into the sofa, the comfortable seat allowing him to go slack. The Director’s massage is only assisting in getting him into the gentle hypnotic slumber, her words guiding him deeper along, like a lighthouse guiding a sailboat at night.
“There you go. A nice change of pace from the black and white, into a nice enthralling gradient. Maybe, you can imagine that every pulse allows my words to sink deeper into your subconsciousness. Maybe, just maybe, you can feel yourself growing heavier and heavier as the depth of trance grows tenfold.” The director continues, leaving Akko powerless.
While he’s given up on closing his eyes, unable to do so by the Director’s command, Akko can’t help but let his head nid-nod, suffering under the weight of relaxation and drowsiness. The Director only smiles at this, realizing just how much control she has over her subject now.
She cups her paw beneath the kobold’s chin, holding it upward to keep the Kobold’s view right on the center of the screen. 
“Oh, my sweet, sleepy subject… are you struggling against the call of slumber? Maybe it would be so much easier if you just allowed your mind to Sink.” 
As she says that final word, she suddenly – and loudly – snaps her fingers. The pulsing circles on the screen seamlessly transform into an actual spiral, and Akko feels himself physically sinking into the hypnotic control, dropping further into the trance instilled by the words of the Director and the colours on the screen, leaving him in a nice and blissful relaxed stupor. 
He can’t help but feel himself drool into the paw of the Director, which is still holding his chin up to make sure that he doesn’t look away. She feels the droplet dribble onto her fingers and chuckles again.
“Aw… you’re truly mindless and blank now, aren’t you? Good subject. Just drifting deeper and further into this state of trance.” The Director says. Her words are resonating deeply, echoing into the kobold’s empty mind.
Her words grow even softer and more sensual as she leans into him, firmly letting the kobold’s head rest between her breasts. He can feel her breath caressing his scales, as she continues to hold his chin with her one paw, rubbing his shoulders with her other paw.
“You’re so deeply entranced by the program now, aren’t you?” She asks. Akko automatically replies, his words slow and slurred as a result of the hypnosis having such a deep hold over his mind. 
“Y-yes… Director…” He says, struggling to even find the words. It feels much nicer to the kobold to just drift into the mindless, thoughtless bliss, accompanied by her soothing voice. Regardless, he feels compelled to answer her every question. Compelled to obey her every command. 
As the screen continues to pulse, he feels himself grow even warmer and relaxed, the bliss of trance radiating through his body like waves crashing upon the shore. And as the pulses pull his empty head deeper down, he can’t deny that the hypnosis is making him feel more and more pleasure as well. 
At first, it started out as a soft, fuzzy warmth in his erogenous zones, but it quickly evolved into full blown tingles down his spine, drawing out silent moans and gentle quivers. While this is happening, the Director is acutely aware of the power she now holds over the hypnotized Kobold’s mind. 
With a slight hunger in her eyes, her voice turns more seductive. “Good subject. I can see you’re enjoying yourself quite a lot, aren’t you?” She says, eyeing down the kobold beneath her. He’s completely limp, leaning into the sofa – and her chest – but his pants are starting to tent from the pleasure he feels in his hypnotic stupor. 
“I can see that my program has worked wonders on your tiny mind… And you’re just so wonderfully empty right now… Floating in deep, deep pleasure and bliss. You love this, don’t you?” The director says, and Akko can’t help but nod automatically. He is loving it, and the words and caressing of the wolf behind him is only amplifying that pleasure.
“Now… I think it’s time for your mind to link my voice with this pleasure you feel, okay? So that, whenever you return here for future sessions… which you will… you can find yourself sinking much deeper, much faster, okay?” She continues, manually making the kobold nod by moving her paw beneath his chin up and down. 
“Mhmm, Good subject.” She says, and from the depth of his mind he manages to stutter “th-thank you… D-director” as an answer. Another droplet of drool falls out of his mouth, and this time the Director doesn’t bother catching it or wiping it away, rather choosing to let go of the Kobold’s chin completely, making his head slump forward in utter relaxation.
“Now listen closely… In a moment, I’m going to be counting down from ten to one. Each number will only intensify the depth of trance you’re in, okay? Say yes if you understand.” The director whispers. Akko can’t even respond with human words anymore, instead only replying with a weak groan that resembles the word ‘yes’. 
“Once I reach 1, my voice will forever be etched into your soul… allowing me to easily bring you back into this wonderful, pleasurable state. Say yes if you understand.” The wolf continues. Again, Akko responds with a silent mumble. “Good subject.” The Director says, a strong smile on her face, very content with how far down she’s taken the Kobold. 
“10…” As the Director begins her countdown, Akko feels his body somehow being dragged deeper into the hazy, warm comfort of trance. “9…” He can only drift further down into the soft, cozy void that he’s being enticed into by the wolf’s voice and the screen. “8… deeper and deeper…” His body feels as heavy as lead, and the pleasurable warmth that has his body quivering and shaking is only growing stronger as she continues to count down. 
“7…” Another number down and Akko is now feeling the pleasure overwhelm him, to the point that he’s becoming vocal. A moan escapes his throat and the Director can only grin in response. “6… feel that pleasure intensify even more for me…” 
The numbers begin to fade away. Akko’s mind is being shattered with the intense pleasure brought about by the Director’s voice. “5… Halfway there, you’re doing so well…” While every number makes him feel like he truly cannot sink any deeper, the next number is right there to take him twice as deep again. “4…”
There’s only bliss. Only pleasure. Only deep, deep trance. “3… Nearly there…” In his blank, empty mind, Akko can only focus on the three things swirling within – each and every one fighting for total dominance. The Director’s voice, the merciless spiral, and the intense pleasure. “2… Right on the precipice now…”
Akko gasps in anticipation, as if there’s a moment of lucidity. In reality, he’s just reaching the absolute pinnacle of submission, eagerly awaiting the final number that will allow him to give total control over to the Director. He’s so eager, so happy, so blissfully deep, so horny, so close to cu-
“1. Sleep.” 
Her words hit like a truck and Akko feels himself fully submit to her program. She’s the only thing that his mind can think about at this point, and nothing matters to Akko anymore as much as obedience does. Nothing matters to Akko besides the blissful hypnotic slumber. 
“Now, Akko… I’m sure you’re feeling wonderfully relaxed and turned on… and you’d do anything that I’d ask of you. But maybe we should keep that for the next sessions, okay?” She says, gently caressing the scales of Akko’s head as he lay limply in the sofa. She chuckles, amused by the complete submission from the Kobold. 
“However, I’m sure you’re looking forward to the reward you’ve been promised.” She says, referring to the little newspaper clipping that has long slipped out of the Kobold’s paw, now laying loosely on the floor. “It’s no monetary reward, of course… I need all the budget I can get to improve upon my facility” She continues. “But I’m sure you know what I mean.”
Despite the depth of his blank, sleepy trance, Akko’s foggy mind realizes what she’s referring to and channels all the power he has left into his head. He can barely think nor move, but he has enough will in him to weakly say “yes please” before slipping back down into his mindless stupor.
This is more than enough for the Director to grin and lean back down behind the sofa, crouching so that her snout is right up in his ear. 
“Good boy.” She says, letting her hands drift alongside Akko’s limp arms, traveling up and down. Her nails gently trace over his scales, making shivers roll over Akko’s back. It doesn’t take long for the wolf girl to reach her goal though, letting her paw rest on Akko’s groin.
Akko groans from the sudden sensation, leaning into the pleasurable feeling more as the wolf very carefully caresses the Kobold’s throbbing manhood underneath his pants. 
“Let’s free you from your fabric prison, shall we?” She whispers seductively, her paws wrapping around the button of your pants. It takes less than a second for it to come loose, and she immediately moves her claw down to your zipper. With the least bit of effort, she pulls it down and slides your pants down to your ankles. 
Akko’s breathing only speeds up from the arousal and excitement, and a fourth sensation is now fighting for control over his dominated mind. Her voice, the spiral, the pleasure, and the intense excitement at the prospect of what is to come.
Meanwhile, the Director’s breath is right in his neck as she continues to whisper sweet words into Akko’s ear. “Good subject, how about we get rid of these boxers as well then?” She says, her tail flicking in excitement as she tugs at the elastic edges of Akko’s underwear. With one fast movement, he’s bottomless and exposed in the sofa. 
“Good… there you go. Nice and exposed, eager for me to… reward you…” She continues, her paws brushing his exposed thighs and drawing circles with her claw around the base of Akko’s cock. She licks her lips and walks around him, suddenly standing right in front of the bottomless kobold.
“Mind if I… have a seat?” She asks, her eyes shining with excitement and a lustful hunger. Akko nods happily in response, his hypnotized mind relishing in the anticipation of what is about to happen. The Director very gently caresses Akko’s balls with her padded paws, and then slides down her own underwear with ease.
“Good subject.” With a quick movement, she’s suddenly towering above Akko, positioning herself right above his throbbing member. “Just drift deeply into my control… enjoy this reward.” With those words, she lowers herself down and slides right down onto his shaft. Akko immediately moans at the newfound sensation, like a warm hug around his cock – not too dissimilar from the warm, comfortable feeling that the hypnosis has on his fuzzy mind.
As the Director settles onto her subject, feeling his member fill her up, she can’t help but moan as well at the sensation of the kobold inside of her. He throbs and moans and whimpers, while she seductively bounces up and down, looking him straight in the eye, locking him down. “Good subject… Throb and moan for me…”
Her voice continues to become more commanding and dominating as Akko’s mind is being shattered from the extreme pleasure. He feels like he’s about to blow, but the Director isn’t planning on letting him go that easily.
She continues to ride the kobold harder and faster, according to her own growing desire. The wolf grins as she feels Akko tense up, pressing her snout right up against his, barely any room between their four eyes. “Not yet. Don’t you dare.” 
Akko, in the meantime, is absolutely lost in pleasure, feeling the warmth and pleasure only continue to intensify as he’s held prison in a constant state of near-climax, his mind getting bombarded with the pulses of the spiral, with the piercing, sparkling eyes of the Director right in the middle in front of him. 
The Director’s movements and moans speed up again as she resumes her rhythmic bouncing up and down the Kobold’s shaft, their combined pleasure reaching near ecstatic levels beyond comparison. Finally, as she reaches her own climax, the wolf girl grabs the kobold by both cheeks and stares him right down. She gasps and moans, pinning the kobold down and whispering right into his ears. “Cum for me, subject”. 
Akko’s brain absolutely shatters in the hypnotic pleasure, combined with the Director expertly riding his hard cock and commanding him to climax. He moans loudly as he bursts without hesitation, wave after wave of deep pleasure overwhelming his senses. His vision goes fuzzy as he nearly faints from the raw sexual energy that radiates within him, and the Director is nearly panting as she very carefully dismounts her subject.
The kobold feels more ropes of cum shoot out of his cock as he goes limp, the sperm falling down onto the sofa and floor beneath his quivering paws. As his orgasm fades into a soft afterglow, he truly lets go and goes fully slack into the chair, the spiral once again taking control of his field of vision.
He continues to lay limply in the sofa like a ragdoll, completely spent. The director chuckles as she gets… half… dressed again, and makes her way behind the kobold and the sofa he’s sitting in. With a press of the button of her remote, the screen powers down and the spiral fades. 
As the screen turns off, Akko quickly feels the trance fade away as the Director begins to count him back up again, waking the kobold up from his hypnotized state. As he grows more and more conscious, he can’t help but hide a dumb, pleasured smile on his face.
“Good subject. You’ve been so good for me. Now, when do you want to plan the next session?” The director says with a smirk as the kobold finally finds himself drifting back up into wakefulness. Once her words actually find their way into his consciousness, he blinks and yawns. 
He stands up, pulls up his pants and stretches as he eagerly looks at the Director, still buzzing from whatever just occurred. 
“How does soon sound?”