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PROJECT: Cognitive Enhancement Through Orgasm-Conditioned Reward Systems

TRIAL ID: #A-Em-47

RESEARCH LEAD: Soledad Rodriguez, Ph. D. (remote)

SUBJECT: Alice M., Chief Design Officer

ENVIRONMENT: Private Office, Bluetooth Call

TIME STAMP: 12:03:18 PM -- 12:19:06 PM

[TRANSCRIPT BEGINS]

ALICE:

Soledad, hey babe. You got five minutes? I've got Em... occupied.

SOLEDAD:

Oh god, what now? You sound breathless already.

ALICE:

She climbed under my desk the second I sat down. I didn't even ask this time. Just unzipped me like she knew I needed it. Which I did.

SOLEDAD:

Jesus. That girl's going to die of dehydration.

ALICE:

She keeps a thermos. I check. (pauses, exhales) Mm. Okay. Okay. So--branding push for the Fuzzbite rollout--remember that fucked-up honeycomb-caramel combo we mocked? It tested off the charts with stoners and middle-aged moms.

SOLEDAD:

Those are basically the same demographic.

ALICE:

Exactly. So I said fuck it--retro seventies, orange and brown type, but make it slutty. Like... slutty autumn.

SOLEDAD:

What the hell does that even mean?

ALICE:

Leg warmers and no panties. Chunky bangles. You know--(sucks in breath sharply) ahhh, yes--Jesus, just like that.

SOLEDAD:

Tell me that was about the logo.

ALICE:

No, that was her tongue. Em, slower, baby. Use your whole mouth. That's it.

SOLEDAD:

I hate you and I'm obsessed with you. Go on.

ALICE:

So the pitch deck has this animated wombat who eats a Fuzzbite and immediately grows sunglasses and fuck-me pumps. I might be high, but it works.

SOLEDAD:

Wait, are you literally--

ALICE:

Actively being eaten out? Yes. It's multitasking. I'm a professional.

SOLEDAD:

Do you at least have your headphones on?

ALICE:

Sweetheart, I'm Bluetooth. I could be taking this call on a yacht or bent over a copier. Em, tongue inside, baby. Good girl. Mmm. She's getting cocky, Soledad. I think she wants a reward.

SOLEDAD:

What's the reward?

ALICE:

She gets to swallow. Hold on--fuck--don't stop, don't you dare stop--

SOLEDAD:

I'll call back later.

ALICE:

No, no--I'm fine. Just... lightheaded. Where were we? Oh, right--wombat with stilettos.

SOLEDAD:

Okay but seriously--how the fuck do you function like this? I get distracted when someone breathes near me in the elevator.

ALICE:

You build calluses. Or maybe you break them off. Em--use your fingers too. You know where.

SOLEDAD:

Holy shit.

ALICE:

There it is. There's that little inhale you do when you're imagining it.

SOLEDAD:

Bitch I'm not imagining--no. No. I mean--yes, obviously. I'm visual. Shut up.

ALICE:

I will not. (shaky breath) I trained her for months, Soledad. Months. I used flashcards. She has a schedule. She tracks her own orgasms on a shared spreadsheet.

SOLEDAD:

You made a dashboard?

ALICE:

With graphs. Pie charts. One tab is called "Alice's Moods, Correlated to Em's Performance." It's color-coded.

SOLEDAD:

I'm sorry. Is she a sub or your fucking intern?

ALICE:

Why not both? Ohh--god yes, curl them. Good girl.

SOLEDAD:

Jesus. Okay. Alright. Wait. How often does she--like--just... crawl under?

ALICE:

Sometimes I wake up to it. Once, I rolled over during a Zoom call and she was already there. I didn't know. I nearly screamed. But then I didn't. I just--spread my legs and muted myself.

SOLEDAD:

This is the weirdest TED Talk I've ever heard.

ALICE:

She would do one, too. "How to Pleasure Your Executive Without Getting Coffee." Slower, Em. Look at me. Look at me when you do it.

SOLEDAD:

What the fuck is wrong with me. I'm--ugh. I'm like... curious.

ALICE:

You always were. I saw the way you looked at me in college. You thought I didn't notice? The party at Katya's? You were gonna kiss me on the roof.

SOLEDAD:

Oh my god. Don't you fucking dare bring that up right now--fuck--

ALICE:

Why not? You're wet already, aren't you? Just from listening? Em's got three fingers in me and you can't even keep your thighs closed.

SOLEDAD:

Fuck you.

ALICE:

You could. Come out and visit. I'll let you watch. Or help. Whichever gets you off first.

SOLEDAD:

I swear to god if you're joking--

ALICE:

I'm not. But you have to wear the ears.

SOLEDAD:

... The ears?

ALICE:

The bunny ears. And nothing else. It's tradition.

SOLEDAD:

I'm going to hell.

ALICE:

You're going to my loft. Bring lube. Em gets needy when there's company.

SOLEDAD:

I hate you.

ALICE:

Not for long. Faster, Em--let her hear me cum.

ALICE:

--so then I told them the wombat stays. Non-negotiable. He eats the bar, grows tits, puts on lipstick, and struts through a field of edible glitter. It's camp. It's iconic. It's deeply fuckable.

SOLEDAD:

Are you designing a candy bar or recruiting for your next orgy?

ALICE:

Why not both? Sugar and sex, babe. The brain doesn't know the difference. Em--tongue up. Use that edge--yes.

SOLEDAD:

Wait, say that again. About the brain.

ALICE:

What, that it can't tell the difference between calories and orgasms? It just wants to reward you for staying alive. Doesn't care how.

SOLEDAD:

You know, I wasn't going to bring this up--but that thing you said? About the brain not caring how it gets rewarded? That's exactly what I've been working on.

ALICE:

Good. I hope you're squirming. God, Em. Yes, your fingers too, come on, don't be shy.

SOLEDAD:

Shut up. Listen. What if pleasure itself--sexual, gustatory, whatever--could literally reshape the cortex? Faster than we thought.

ALICE:

It does. I'm proof. I was a bitchy intern with caffeine breath and now I cum when someone says "salience network."

SOLEDAD:

The... uh--shit, what was I saying? Right. Right. Salience network. Conflict monitoring. You moaned and my notes turned to soup.

ALICE:

Ohhh fuck me, that's it--yes, right there.

SOLEDAD:

Is that about the cerebellum or the tongue?

ALICE:

Tongue. Definitely tongue. But the cerebellum lights up when I arch like this. Go on. Keep talking. Make me smarter.

SOLEDAD:

You're insane. Okay--so. My working theory is that neuroplasticity in adults isn't just preserved--it accelerates under stress. Especially in the presence of sensory extremes. Pain, pleasure, disorientation.

ALICE:

Oh, I can confirm that. I'm learning new things right now.

SOLEDAD:

I swear to god--

ALICE:

I've got a whole new appreciation for vowel sounds. Fuck, Em. Fuuuuck. Soledad, say something academic before I lose the last two brain cells I'm hanging onto.

SOLEDAD:

Fine. You know how when you rehearse a memory, it re-encodes? Like--it's never the same memory twice. You're always updating it with context.

ALICE:

Like my first time on this desk. I think about it every week, and somehow, it gets wetter.

SOLEDAD:

Exactly. That. But now imagine using that principle deliberately. Take an old trauma, reframe it during stimulation or novelty, and boom--brain rewiring. Cognitive reset.

ALICE:

Are you saying I can orgasm my way to emotional health?

SOLEDAD:

If you do it right, yes. The hippocampus loves a climax. And the amygdala? Even more.

ALICE:

Well, fuck me sideways with a DSM-V. I'm curing myself as we speak. Em, don't stop. Don't you dare stop.

SOLEDAD:

So, I've been testing it--light sensory play during guided memory recall. Safe subjects. Some were ex-military, some were--wait, are you even listening?

ALICE:

Yes. I'm absorbing. I'm literally absorbing. Em's triggering half my fucking cortex right now. I could draw you a pie chart in my own slick.

SOLEDAD:

I'm going to take your TED Talk away if you keep being disgusting.

ALICE:

I dare you. Come take it. Bring electrodes and a blindfold. I'll be your neuroplasticity case study.

SOLEDAD:

You're awful. You'd wear a scanner cap and nothing else.

ALICE:

That sounds amazing. Put Em under the desk with a stopwatch. Track my cognitive enhancement in real time.

SOLEDAD:

"Subject achieved peak performance at exactly 12:47 PM."

ALICE:

Note the twitch. Note the moan. Em, right there--fuck--I swear I just rewired my frontal lobe.

SOLEDAD:

This is the filthiest science call I've ever been on.

ALICE:

And you're dripping, aren't you? Just from saying "frontal lobe."

SOLEDAD:

... I hate how accurate that is.

ALICE:

Come run your study, babe. I'll be your petri dish.

ALICE:

Hang on--just--hold on. Em, baby, you gotta move the chair. No, push it. There. Good. Now spread me.

SOLEDAD:

Oh my god are you--

ALICE:

Yes. I'm adjusting for... posterior access. (inhales through her teeth) Fuck me. She knows what she's doing back there. Go on. Hit me with the science. Distract me. I dare you.

SOLEDAD:

Okay, okay--fine. So. Synaptic pruning. You know it, right?

ALICE:

Trim the unnecessary branches. Brain optimizing itself over time. Yes. Keep going.

SOLEDAD:

Right. Now imagine pairing that with guided stimulation protocols. Edgeplay, sensory layering, even mild deprivation. We've been testing responses in the anterior cingulate cortex--it's part of the salience network. Deals with attention, conflict monitoring... and, get this, pain-pleasure overlap.

ALICE:

Oh I know the overlap. Em's doing field research on it right now.

SOLEDAD:

She's not your assistant, she's your live-in lab tech.

ALICE:

She writes me notes afterward. Uses my lipstick.

SOLEDAD:

That's fucked. Anyway--what we're seeing is, when a subject is on the edge of overstimulation, the brain actually starts generating new axonal pathways. Like it's rerouting traffic in real time.

ALICE:

Jesus--yes, Em, right there, use the lube-- Sorry. Continue.

SOLEDAD:

The myelin sheath thickens in repeat exposure zones. We think it's a durability response. The more you condition an area--physical or emotional--the faster and smoother the signals fire. Especially with orgasm-conditioned recall.

ALICE:

You're telling me you can come yourself into faster cognition.

SOLEDAD:

Exactly. Neuroplasticity via reward loop. Combine it with high-intensity context--pain, power exchange, humiliation--and the impact multiplies. It's like speedrunning a behavioral update.

ALICE:

So you're saying if I bend over for Em regularly, I could literally become a smarter, better version of myself?

SOLEDAD:

Yes. But only if the stimulus is novel enough each time. The hippocampus needs unpredictability. Or it just files it under "routine."

ALICE:

Noted. Em--grab the plug. No, the glass one. Bigger. Yes. Continue.

SOLEDAD:

We ran a session with a woman in a full restraint harness--denial, reward, shame cycle. She cried, came, then solved a recursive logic problem she'd failed six times before. Mid-afterglow.

ALICE:

I'm going to start scheduling my brainstorm meetings from my knees.

SOLEDAD:

If you had access to real lab-grade neuroimaging, I could map this. See what lights up while Em eats your ass.

ALICE:

I'll wear the EEG cap and nothing else. We can cross-reference my synapse firings with her tongue rotations.

SOLEDAD:

Goddamn. I'd publish that.

ALICE:

Call it "Cognitive Enhancement Through Targeted Rim Play."

SOLEDAD:

Fuck. You're gonna make me come with that title alone.

ALICE:

Hold it. Save it for the appendix. Em, go deeper. I want Soledad to hear it.

ALICE:

Em--deeper, baby, deeper--don't stop, don't fucking stop--fuck, fuck, Soledad, don't stop talking, keep going, I need the data--

SOLEDAD:

Okay--okay--fuck--so--dopamine surge during climax impacts the limbic loop, especially in the nucleus accumbens, reinforcing the behavior--think Pavlov, but sluttier--

ALICE:

Yes--oh god--YES--don't stop, don't fucking stop--I'm gonna--I'm gonna--

SOLEDAD:

You're literally training yourself into bliss addiction. It's like--like carving a shortcut through your reward centers with a blade made of moans--Alice?

ALICE:

--FUUUUUCCCKKKK--

[There is a sudden, loud THUMP.]

[The line goes dead silent. No breath. No moan. No rustle. Just flat, open air.]

SOLEDAD:

... Alice?

SOLEDAD:

You there?

SOLEDAD:

Babe?

SOLEDAD:

Jesus fucking Christ--did she fall out of the chair?

[A distant clatter. Something knocked over. Still no response.]

SOLEDAD:

Em, if you can hear me--poke her. Or slap her. Or plug her back in.

[Still silence.]

SOLEDAD:

This bitch just came so hard she left her body.

SOLEDAD:

I'm writing the grant proposal tonight. "Orgasm-Induced Synaptic Acceleration in Executive Females."

SOLEDAD:

She's never living this down.

[The line remains silent for twelve full seconds.]

SOLEDAD:

... I'm wet. And I just outlined a peer-reviewed study with one hand down my pants. This is gonna be a hell of a journal submission.

EM:

Good girl.

[END OF TRANSCRIPT -- SUBJECT UNRESPONSIVE FOR REMAINDER OF CALL DURATION]

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