Extra Tuition

"Do you know why I asked to you to come and see me privately during my office hours?"

The blonde freshman sitting herself down before Professor Nagisa Tamaki glanced around nervously.

"I really don't know at all, professor," she replied eventually.

A thin smile came to Professor Tamaki's face. Like most freshmen, Miranda wasn't used to being alone with a professor. She was uncertain. In Professor Tamaki's experience, that would make it all the easier to add her to her collection.

"I wanted to talk to you about your grades," the professor lied. "I have some concerns, you see."

"My grades?" Miranda's pretty face was scrunched up in a look of confusion. "But, professor, I'm getting As in your philosophy class."

"Barely," Professor Tamaki replied curtly. The young professor sat down on the couch, a little apart from her student. She crossed her legs slowly, noting the way Miranda's eyes glanced down at her long pencil skirt, and the black tights underneath. She was only 30, and so she always made sure to look professional. It helped to make sure that her colleagues and students took her seriously. She did, though, always pair her long pencil skirt with a nice, tight blazer and blouse, to show off her large chest. She wanted to look professional, but she also enjoyed making it clear that she had assets.

She noticed Miranda glancing at those, too, and wondered if the girl was a already a lesbian - not that it really mattered. Soon, her sexuality would be whatever Professor Tamaki wanted it to be.

"There are a few Bs mixed in with those As," Professor Tamaki noted, peering at Miranda severely over her glasses. "Frankly, I think you could be doing much better. I'm concerned you're not applying yourself in my class."

"Professor..." Miranda sagged, suddenly looking weary. "Look, um... I don't mean any disrespect, but you know that I'm a chemistry major, right? I'm taking philosophy because I need the Gen Ed credit. I'm glad I'm making an A, but even a B would be fine with me."

"Hmm." Professor Tamaki pursed her lips disapprovingly, letting Miranda stew for a moment. "Miranda, I'm not trying to be a nuisance. I simply think you have a very, very bright future ahead of you - one I'm keen to take an interest in. As an educator, I believe it's my duty to take a student under my wing, if I believe she has real potential to be nurtured."

That wasn't exactly a lie, Professor Tamaki thought to herself. It was simply that her motives were far, far less altruistic than she was pretending.

"Oh." Miranda softened, blushing faintly at the effusive praise. "Um... what exactly do you mean, Professor Tamaki?"

"Well," the professor continued smoothly, making sure her face didn't betray her lurid eagerness. "I'd like to give you just a little bit of extra tuition. Though, you'll have to forgive me. My methods are a touch unusual. In my experience, most students like you suffer, first and foremost, from difficulties concentrating. I know just how to help with that."

"Something to help me focus in class?" Miranda asked, still confused. "That does sound pretty helpful."

"Indeed." Professor Tamaki smiled, reaching up briefly to make sure that her silky, black hair, cut in a nice, neat bob, was still immaculate. "Then, why don't we get started?"

Miranda blinked. "Right now? Professor, I have cheer practice later..."

"It won't take too long. And I don't believe in wasting time."

Professor Tamaki leant back a little, and as her student watched, slightly wide-eyed, she unfastened the top button of the white blouse and reached a hand down her front, retrieving a small, golden pocket watch, held on a chain around her neck.

Professor Nagisa Tamaki's academic interests weren't restricted to philosophy. Though she didn't advertise it widely, she was an exceptionally confident hypnotist. And though she didn't yet understand what it would mean for her, Miranda was about to become her latest subject.

"Surprised?" Professor Tamaki asked, reading the look on her student's face. "It's unusual, I know. But in my experience, the benefits of hypnosis are unmatched. Think of it like guided meditation. A clear, calm mind makes for a studious, successful mind, Miranda."

"Well, um, if it's not going to make me late for practice, I'm happy to give it a try!" Miranda answered brightly. She shifted in her seat, clearly still off-balance, but her eagerness to please was plain.

"Excellent." Professor Tamaki sat forward, dangling the pocket watch by its chain in front of her student's face. Miranda's eyes immediately latched on to the second hand, moving around the clock face in a regular, clockwork rhythm, making a small, audible ticking noise as each second passed. "Do you know anything about hypnosis, Miranda?"

"Not really," the blonde student replied, her voice already a little spacey. Professor Tamaki allowed herself a small grin. It was always a pleasure to deal with such a suggestible girl.

"That's just fine. Simply follow along with my words." She was already a professor. Her students were already conditioned to listen to her. Guiding them into trance was child's play. "I want you to watch the second hand as it ticks, Miranda. I can see you're already doing so, and that's very good. Make sure you're focusing on it nice and hard."

"Sure."

"'Yes, professor'," Professor Tamaki prompted firmly.

Miranda's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected imposition of authority. "Yes, professor."

"Perfect." Professor Tamaki carefully made her voice soft and soothing, keeping it just a little curt and professional at the same time to convey experience and intelligence. "Now, as you watch, I want you to relax. Relaxation helps us focus, after all. When we let everything else in our minds and bodies settle comfortably, it's often so very natural to let our attention fall on whatever we need. So, Miranda, you're going to focus on your breathing now. I want you to think about how your chest is rising and falling. I want you to count the moments between each breath. Use the second hand. Watch it tick. Count."

"Yes, professor."

The professor watched as the gentle rise and fall of her student's chest became steadily more pronounced. It was a pleasant sight. To say Miranda was busty would have been an understatement.

"Good," Professor Tamaki continued. "Now. Let those moments stretch out. Let the space between each breath become longer. Slower. A nice, steady, relaxing rhythm. One second. Two. Three. Whatever feels natural and comfortable. Yes, just like that. In. Out. In. Out."

Miranda's breathing started obediently slowing, and as it did, her eyelids started to droop.

"You're doing very well," Professor Tamaki encouraged. "And all you need to do, Miranda, is to keep breathing just like this. Lean back. Let yourself sink into this nice, comfortable couch. Breath slowly. And remember. Focus on the watch. On the second hand. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yes, professor," Miranda replied slowly. Professor Tamaki noticed her shifting around a little, settling comfortably into her seat. Wonderful. This was proceeding excellently - not that Professor Tamaki had been worried. She'd done this dozens of times.

"Of course you can. It's easy. Simple. Especially for a girl like you." Miranda nodded. She was hanging on her professor's every word, and with each soothing, calming syllable, she seemed to sink a little deeper. "You're such a good student, after all. So diligent, and with such an eye for detail. So, as you watch the second hand, I'm going to give you a little task. And you'll do it for me, won't you?"

"Yes, professor."

"Excellent, Miranda. That's all you need to say. Just keep saying 'yes, professor,' to me, just like that." Miranda was too focused to find that strange. Her eyelids were hanging heavy, and her body was limp. "Now, see my hand here." Professor Tamaki held up her hand. "I'm going to lift my fingers, one by one, second by second. I'm going to do that, over and over again. A nice, steady, clockwork rhythm. And all you need to do is tell me whenever the rhythm of my fingers deviates from the ticking of that second hand. Understand?"

Miranda's brow furrowed slightly, but she said: "Yes, professor."

"Then, let's begin." Just as she had described, Professor Tamaki started raising the fingers on her left hand, one by one, carefully timing her movements to match the way her pocket watch counted the seconds.

And then she simply watched as Miranda's mind started to unravel.

The task she'd assigned sounded simple. It sounded effortless. It wasn't. Within moments, Miranda's eyes were darting back and forth endlessly between the pocket watch and her professor's hand, desperately trying to keep track of two rhythms at once. It was almost impossible. With each second that passed, the poor girl was asking herself: were they still in sync? Or had the rhythm of her professor's fingers deviated? Had something changed?

The effort was exhausting, and with how relaxed she was, Miranda was no longer up to the task. Her eyelids were starting to droop dangerously, even blinking closed for a moment, here and there. Her pupils were becoming unfocused. Her head was starting to loll from side to side. Her breathing just kept getting slower and slower. The task Professor Tamaki had given her was the only thing keeping her awake. To make things even harder, the philosophy professor started to gently swing the pocket watch from side to side, like a pendulum. The effect was mesmerizing. Miranda couldn't help but follow the motion with her eyes, and it became just one more rhythm to follow, one more rhythm gently lulling her into trance.

Professor Tamaki let her struggle for a few minutes, keeping up a nice, steady rhythm with her hands. When Miranda seemed to be on the verge of losing consciousness, though, she spoke up again.

"Miranda," she prompted. "Keep paying attention. Now. Do you remember what we were talking about in class today?"

"Y-yes, professor," Miranda replied slowly and sleepily. "It was... free will."

"That's right. And what was our definition of free will?"

"It... um... I..." The poor girl looked like she wanted her mind to give out, as through her drowsiness, she tried to summon up the memory. "It's... when you... do what you... want."

"Good girl." Professor Tamaki no longer had any reason to keep the grin from her face. Miranda was almost hers. "That's very close. Yes. You have free will when you can act on your desires. And what was the challenge to that definition?"

"W-wha... um..." Each time she spoke, Miranda's voice was weaker. She was utterly transfixed by the pocket watch. "What if... someone else could... influence your desires..."

"That's right," Professor Tamaki praised. She was trembling. The moment of her victory was so close, and she always loved to win. "If someone else could manipulate your desires, you'd be 'free', in a sense, but they'd be in total control of you. Can you imagine that, Miranda? Can you imagine someone else's voice in your head, whispering to you, telling you exactly what you want? How would you resist? You couldn't. You wouldn't even want to. You'd be their plaything. Molded into whatever form they chose."

Miranda just grunted weakly. There was so little of her left.

"But does that really sound so bad?" Professor Tamaki pressed, her voice soft, urgent, commanding. "It would be effortless, don't you think? To let someone else be in control. To let someone else make all the decisions. You wouldn't have to think for yourself. Everything would be so easy. You agree, I'm sure?"

Miranda nodded desperately, invigorated by the very suggestion. To her, it seemed like a lifeline.

"And it's so close." Professor Tamaki was leaning forward as she seized on Miranda's eagerness. "It's just a snap of my fingers away. I'll snap my fingers, and all this will be gone. You can close your eyes. You can stop counting. You can stop thinking. You'll be in a trance. It'll be effortless. You can do that for me, can't you, Miranda?"

"Y-yes, professor."

Professor Nagisa Tamaki snapped her fingers.

It was like cutting a puppet's strings. Miranda slumped utterly, her eyes closing and her face going completely slack. She sank back into Professor Tamaki's couch, thinking of nothing. She was in a hypnotic trance, and her mind was completely open and defenseless.

Professor Tamaki slowly lowered her pocket watch, savoring the raw, pleasurable heat racing through her. No matter how many times she felt it, it never got any less satisfying.

And she'd felt it many, many times before.

Miranda was simply the latest part of the professor's collection. She loved to collect. She loved to make people hers. Especially people who could be useful to her. Women with bright, promising futures, or women from wealthy, influential families. One little private trance session, and those futures, that wealth, and that influence all belonged to her. Some people would have been content with a professorship at such a young age. Nagisa Tamaki wasn't one of those people. She wanted more. She wanted the world, in the palm of her hand.

And soon, she'd have it. Already, some of her seeds were beginning to bear fruit. The thought of her little, entranced network spreading throughout society over the years to come left her unspeakably aroused, and delightfully pleased.

But that wasn't what Miranda's future held in store.

Not all of Professor Tamaki's desires were quite so long-term. Miranda was certainly smart enough to make for a useful puppet, but that wasn't what had attracted Professor Tamaki to her. No, she'd been attracted by Miranda's blonde hair, her proud, curvy hips, and her big tits. The freshman was on the cheerleader squad, and the uniform left little to the imagination.

All in all, especially in that miniskirt and top, Miranda looked like a classic bimbo. And Professor Tamaki had such a fondness for bimbos.

Her now-hypnotized student was far too intelligent and diligent to qualify as a true bimbo, of course. But all that would take to fix was a little conditioning.

"Listen to me, Miranda," Professor Tamaki began. "I'm going to tell you a few things about yourself, and because I'm your professor and because you're in trance, you'll know that they're true."

"Yes, professor." Miranda's voice was empty of all emotion.

"Good." Professor Tamaki smiled a thin, dominant smile, already dreaming of all the fun she could have with her newest toy once Miranda was thoroughly bimbofied. "Now, the first thing is, you don't really like the name 'Miranda'. You like being called 'Miri'. In fact, you've always liked being called 'Miri.'

Professor Tamaki quickly checked the time on her pocket watch. True to her word, she didn't want to make her her bimbo cheerleader late for practice. But fortunately, she had plenty long enough to plant the seeds of obedience and bimbofication nice and deep.

***

"The professor will, um, see you now!" came the vapid voice from outside the professor's office, followed by a high-pitched, tittering giggle. Every time Professor Tamaki heard it, it put a smile on her face.

Miranda - or Miri, as she was now universally known - had come so far in the year since Professor Tamaki had first met her.

Physically, she hadn't changed much, of course. Her appearance hadn't changed much, except for her newfound proclivity for wearing her cheerleader uniform whenever she was on campus. The skimpy miniskirt and tight-fitting, flattering crop top was far too good of a look for Professor Tamaki to want to see her in anything else.

Although, she certainly enjoyed seeing the cheerleader take her uniform off, too.

Mentally, though, she'd changed almost beyond recognition. Miranda, the bright, brilliant student, was gone. Miri, by contrast, was flighty, airheaded, and of course, unbelievably dumb. Just the way Professor Tamaki had made her. As Miri opened the door, beckoning Professor Tamaki's guest inside with a peppy smile, the professor looked into her bimbo student's eyes. They were glassy and vacant, without a hint of intelligence.

Perfect.

"Um, thank you," came the slightly perturbed voice of Eunji, one of Professor Tamaki's other students, as she allowed herself to be led inside. Professor Tamaki's smile grew wider still. A day on which she got to add a new girl to her collection was always a good day.

Eunji Hwang was a new freshman, a philosophy major, and she couldn't have been more different from Miri. Unlike the busty blonde, she was short and petite, with dark hair. Her brown eyes reflected a deep, thoughtful intelligence, and her aptitude in Professor Tamaki's class had immediately marked her out to the professor as a winning prospect. She wouldn't end up as a bimbofied sex toy, Professor Tamaki had decided. Whilst she was sure that the freshman had some pleasant curves under her modest clothing, Professor Tamaki had much, much greater things in mind for this one. A girl as smart as her could go far - and once Professor Tamaki got into her head, the professor was sure to reap all the rewards.

"Take a seat," Professor Tamaki said to Eunji, indicating her couch. And then, to Miri: "That will be all."

"'Kay!" the brainwashed student replied brightly, before bouncing out of the professor#s office, shutting the door behind her.

"Thank you for coming to see me." Professor Tamaki settled on the couch, a short distance from Eunji.

"Oh! It's no trouble at all, professor," Eunji replied. She was, in Professor Tamaki's estimation, a shy, timid little thing. She was generally quiet in class, except when called upon, and she appeared to have few friends.

In short, ideal for being controlled.

"Um, may I ask you something?" Eunji blurted out suddenly. Professor Tamaki cocked her head curiously.

"Of course."

"That girl..." Eunji indicated outside, where Miri was sitting at a desk, like a secretary. "She's your... TA?"

"Something like that," Professor Tamaki answered. "It's for a work-study program."

"Is, um, is she really a philosophy student?" Eunji asked. "I know that's rude, but, well, she seemed... a little..."

"A little ditzy?" Professor Tamaki smiled. She wanted to make sure Eunji was at ease. All the better for hypnosis. "She's a chemistry major, actually. A sophomore. Though, I believe she might switch majors to business soon. That might be more suited for her. Or, maybe she shall drop out, and become my full-time secretary. It hasn't been decided yet. She isn't really the academic type."

"I see..." There was still an insistent curiosity in Eunji's eyes, but she didn't press the issue any further.

"Now," Professor Tamaki continued smoothly. "Do you know why I've called you here?"

"Extra tuition?" Eunji guessed immediately. "People say you like to pay attention to special students. And, well, I know my grades are good enough for it."

"They're right. And yes, they are." Professor Tamaki was impressed. Eunji was just as sharp as she'd hoped. "I believe in nurturing potential, you see."

Eunji blushed faintly. "Oh, Professor Tamaki, thank you! I'm really flattered. I mean, your lectures are always so sharp and clear, and-"

"Thank you," Professor Tamaki cut in insistently. Eunji looked embarrassed, and fell silent. "If you're interested in being one of my 'special students', as you put it, I have some study techniques I'd like to impart."

"Gladly!"

"Good." Professor Tamaki smiled as she retrieved the pocket watch from its place around her neck. The student's eagerness would make this so very simple. "Eunji, have you ever heard of hypnosis?"

"Hypnosis?" At that, a strange look came over the student's face. She tilted her head, and the corners of her mouth started to twitch, almost as if she was about to burst out laughing. There was an unusual, knowing impishness in her eyes, and a flavor of delight and amusement that Professor Tamaki couldn't quite discern. "You could say I've heard one or two things."