"The Power of Suggestion", Evangelion fanfic (MC, male processes)

[Crash Ichimonji]

This is a commissioned Evangelion fanfic I did for Geistis on Deviant Art. This is only Part 1, which contains mind-control, mental-shift, male TF, male AR, and a short instance of female BE with lactation. Part 2, which has yet to be written will be female-processes. Enjoy!






"The Power of Suggestion"
-written by Crash Ichimonji, story idea commissioned by Geistis-


Despite the setbacks we experience in society, mankind trudges on and learns to adapt.

When Second Impact occurred, half of humanity was expunged from the realm of the living. Oceans rose, environments were devastated, species were wiped out...and yet we humans, mere primates that have only existed for less than a few million years still overcame adversity and retained our dominance of the planet.

One would think this was proof of our evolutionary success. Our technology, our arts, our culture...our knowledge was proof of our evolutionary prowess. But this is but wishful thinking, for in truth humankind has reached a plateau in its evolution. Those who would try to remedy this by ascending humanity to a so-called 'final evolution' are the very ones who set in motion the events leading to Second Impact: Seele. They would see to it that humanity become one mind, one body, one soul in their belief that such an existence would be the ultimate state of being for our species.

In truth, this is the actual threat we at Nerv face. I don't mean to downplay the Angels' threat to human existence, but merely state that this powerful shadow-organization whom we of Nerv work under is in fact the true enemy of humanity.

When I was revealed this information by my superior...and eventual unrequited lover, Commander Gendou Ikari, I felt a choking grip on my throat in pure disgust and horror. Since then, I succeeded my late mother as the head of Project E, and do all I can to keep the world safe in numerous ways to this day.

And so here I was, Dr. Ritsuko Akagi, deep in my lab late one evening working on what could very well be the key to our race's salvation...By experimenting on lab mice.

"Override: Barracuda Peddler," I stated calmly and clearly to the three albino rodents I'd injected with my recent strain of nanomachines. Their attentions all snapped to my face in front of their cage as they faced me stiffly.

"Input," I began the first command with a swallow of anticipation. "Attain active bipedalism and upright posture."

Time seemed to stand still as I watched with obsessive eagerness. Getting the subjects to respond to the override had already been accomplished in previous trials, but the command for transformational adaptations had proved...unsuccessful in previous subjects, ranging from no changes occurring to the changes proving fatal in their reshaping of bone and flesh dramatically. I had hoped this batch of nanomachines' composite-network AI would respond properly with less damaging results, but there would be only one way to find out...and I was running short on mice at the moment...

I heaved a sigh as the tiny rodents remain unchanged as they stared at me with unwavering attention. "Could you just walk and carry yourselves like humans? Is that too hard to ask?" I half-heartedly said in frustration as I turned to reprogram a new batch of nanomachines and start over.

However, a small popping sound, the sound of bone reconstruction I had remembered from the previous fatal trials alerted me to the cage as I watched my subjects slowly rear up on their hind legs, their hips and tails repositioning to accommodate a human stance and posture while their very skulls molded into a similar humanoid attachment of their necks and craniums.

My eyes widened as the mice, now free to move about since the changes and command were finished, strode about the cage like five centimeter tall humans dressed as white-furred, red-eyed rodents. Their gait, their strides, their posture...it was perfectly human!

Naturally, my scientific mind had to bring me down to reality and retrace my steps. What caused the change this time and to be successful at that?

"Input," I attempted again. "Reverse reproductive capabilities."

The mice carried on walking about, taking no notice of my words still. I repeated the override code, snapping their gazes to me again as I commanded,

"Input: Reverse reproductive capabilities."

Just as before, the human-postured rodents continued to stare with their piercing crimson gaze.

Another frustrated sigh escaping my lips, I slumped against the table supported by my arms. What had I done differently last time? I went through a mental replay of the recent situation several times over, trying to find a clue at what I did differently. A full five minutes passed as I looked away and back at my subjects, confirming that the previous success wasn't simply a delayed response or from my not viewing them. What?! What had done the trick last time?!

And then it dawned on me.

"Why don't you just reverse your reproductive capabilities?" I asked in a rather nonchalant command/request. Immediately I could see proof in my educated guess as the three male mice's testicles and sheathed penises withdrew into their fur to become the small mound of a vulva. Meanwhile the similar mounds of the two female mice extruded, a budding clitoris-like structure extending and becoming a perfectly male penis, halfway covered by the furred sheath in its first erection while their outer labia swelled and dropped out into a completely sealed scrotal sac of fertile size and shape. The command executed, the mice returned to walking in a human fashion and sniffed about like usual, gnawing on their small chew block, eating pellets, and so forth.

After a few seconds of shock and elation, I immediately went back to my nano-machine synthesizer and set the machine to program a second batch of the exact same coding. Minutes later I injected the new batch into six more of my remaining test-mice.

After a half-hour or so of commands, the total 11 mice underwent various changes in age, hair coloration and length, limb-designs, finger and toe shapes, and even species. Yes, I had even managed to defy evolution itself with a male becoming a garter snake, a female into a canary, and one hermaphrodite (its dual-gender a command I gave it earlier) into a larval mantis shrimp that now resided inside a cup of water I had poured from the sink.

Pouring myself a much-rewarding cup of hot coffee with cream and sugar in just the way I liked it, I took a moment to let my results sink in mentally. The nanomachines were not eternal, but they did have considerable power in them. I calculated that the mice would lose their malleability from the microscopic machines shutting down and becoming digested at a cellular level within a week from now. Their power source was...tricky to say the least. Technically they only had a battery life of up to just three hours, but my research had found a way for them to tap into the boundless energy that all living things possessed: life energy.

To put it simply, I'd found a way to manipulate that which makes life corporeal, what makes life have a physical form, into putty into my hands (or rather my voice in this case). Just as an AT Field can be manipulated by an Angel or Evangelion, the lesser field of lesser creatures can be manipulated. In theory, human evolution could go on into infinite paths now, bound only by the imagination of the commands one gave to another.

Recording my progress on my computer, my mind started to itch at an idea that burned, desiring to be scratched: what could it do to a human?

I shuddered at such an exciting and yet horrifying thought. Who could become a test subject? And would it even work properly in a human, a creature with a soul and an AT Field?

It was as if God had answered my question for me when my phone rang, my spine shot with a chill in surprise during my deep thoughts. The ringtone alerted me to this not being a mere call by my co-worker and college friend. The ringtone itself was reserved for a specific line she was to use to report something serious with the two pilots that she was legally in charge of.

"Yes?" I answered it calmly, waiting for Misato to report. A few seconds of silence made my skin prickle in fear. Finally, a hushed and strained voice responded.

"Shinji..." Nerv's purple-haired Major said in a shaking and choked voice. "Ritsuko..." I could hear Misato fighting desperately not to cry, further making my uneasiness grow. "Ritsuko...! Sh-Shinji...!"

"Calm down, Misato..." I too tried to maintain composure, fearing the unknown. "Take a deep breath and take it slow..." I reassured her while trying to keep myself cool in the process.

"Okay..." My friend choked, swallowing hard before finally replying. "He...He tried hanging himself..."

My heart froze as my eyes widened, terror gripping my own throat at her words.

"He...Shinji's alive...!" Misato added with a short sob escaping her lips, sniffling. "He's...unconscious right now...I...I just barely discovered him in time...! Oh god, Ritsu! He had a suicide note and everything!" And with a crippling bawl, the mighty Misato Katsuragi wept pathetically.

And here I was, miles from her home and this horrid situation, brought down from my Cloud Nine of what I felt could be the greatest discovery for humankind. I felt revulsion as I tried to console my friend.

"He's still alive, Misato," I replied warmly, but tactfully, to my sobbing comrade in this war against the Angels. "You saved him. That's the important thing right now."

"But what if...!" The would-be matron of Commander Ikari's son interrupted. "What if...he tries it again...?! Ritsu, this is worse than him running away! He's a greater danger to himself now more than ever!"

I couldn't argue with her line of thinking. Asuka had been psychologically shattered from the 15th Angel, and was a ticking time-bomb herself. Shinji must have finally suffered all he could stand, the aftermath of the Fourth Child being debilitated from the incident with the 13th Angel catching up with him after all this time. Or perhaps his inability to help Asuka in her mind-sodomization from the previous Angel triggered this final act of desperation?

"We'll need to have him hospitalized here for round-the-clock observation, and keep him from doing any more harm to himself," I finally gave my old friend a run-down of what to do. Misato eagerly accepted all the information and instructions as I had Section-2 escort the two of them to Nerv's medical ward in the psychiatric branch once they arrived, Shinji having been transported via paramedics while strapped to a stretcher and still unconscious.

Shinji awoke in a room still strapped to the wheeled bed with no visible sign of him being watched. He struggled, calling out to end it all, and so forth. I had to excuse Misato from the observation room that used a one-way glass to watch him from the outside. The poor woman couldn't handle seeing her charge act so...unbalanced mentally.

This was truly a terrible sight. Shinji had made such tremendous strides emotionally since first arriving months back. And now it was all for naught, the poor boy far worse than before. Using anti-depressants would level his mood a bit, but it would impair his ability to pilot...assuming he would be allowed to now.

With a sigh, I looked down in the observation room at my plastic cup filled with water....and was reminded of the young mantis shrimp that swam in a similar cup in my lab that was previously a mouse...

The humane part of my thinking screamed at me to not pursue such selfish thinking. And yet, as I saw Shinji in the bed with tear-streaked eyes that looked hollow and losing his very reason to live...I could only ask myself, 'Is there anything left to lose now?'

I had made my choice the moment I heaved a sigh. I needed to be decisive and subtle. It was easy enough to order nurses and medical assistants to leave the observation room and then to secretly play Shinji's images in a loop while keeping live-feed disabled.

Maneuvering around his troubled and worried guardian to retrieve the nanomachines I still had in my lab proved to be the biggest challenge. Despite the situation and her state of mind, Misato was still not someone to underestimate in her observational abilities. Sitting on a bench in the hallway of the ward, Misato jumped as she heard the door of the observation room open when I exited.

"How..." She began while trying to fight her tears. Looking to the side, Misato showed that she didn't want to know details just yet. Nothing specific anyways.

"Misato," I took her hand into mine. "Shinji is going to be alright...but right now he's in a critical state mentally," I assured her with a squeeze of her delicate but shaking hand. "In a situation like this, his body is imbalanced, to say the least, and what we need to do first and foremost is bring some balance to his shaken form."

"You mean," Misato frowned as she withdrew her hand disdainfully. "Doping him on anti-depressants."

"Now now," I wagged my finger at my co-worker. "Medicine isn't that barbaric these days." Giving a warm smile to the worried Major of Nerv, I patted her shoulder as I led her down the hallway with me. "I'll be giving him a mild barbiturate with a simple mood-stabilizing compound. The effects will merely mellow his erratic thoughts, calm him and make him more stable. It's not a cure, but it will at least ease him a bit and keep him from feeling terribly down. Alright?"

Misato stopped in the hall, gazing down at her boots momentarily before gazing up at me again.

"And then what?" She asked with an expression between distrust and anger. "If he can't pilot then who will?"

"We still have Rei," I sighed. Goodness she was being difficult. But, that's Misato in a nutshell. "There was also a report from the Marduke Organization. I needn't have tell you what that means."

With a slight snort, my college friend slumped a bit, rubbing her neck from behind.

"Alright, keep me informed of that info should there be any changes in it. But back to Shinji," she paused. "Will he really be alright in the long-run?" Her stress and worry had accumulated, burdening her body and mind as evident in the dark rings forming under her eyes and accentuating her overall appearance of being stressed to her limits.

"I'm very confident-" I stopped. "No, I'm certain," I corrected myself, throwing Misato's worry and suspicion to the side at long last. "Shinji will recover from this. It might take some time, and a bit of work, but you have my word that boy will be safe and no longer a danger to himself or others."

A relieved sigh and yawn from Misato made my pulse race a bit in anticipation.

"Okay, I leave him in your hands, Doctor," Misato smiled back with a stretch. "Guess I'll just crash in the waiting room for now. Wake me if you need me, Ritsu," she winked with her bloodshot eye before trudging off to catch a nap.

"Oh, don't worry," I said to myself. "I will, Misato... I most certainly will..." I then carefully retrieved my serum of nanomachines from my lab in two sealed vials to use with my pneumatic injector gun.

My skin was like a freshly plucked hen's as I assumed the role of having no ulterior motives to my destination. With a card key-strike lock, my badge was the only one in the facility now able open and close the door to Shinji's 'cell' (a last-minute hack I did in my lab moments earlier).

I stepped in to the sterile room, greeted by the rasping breath of Shinji still strapped to the bed, in a daze of sorts. I needed to act quickly as I drew the syringe gun to his arm's vein, the device giving a high-pitched hiss as it instantly sterilized the contact point before the translucent liquid flowed into his system, and eventually his very being all together. Shinji himself flinched just a bit in his nearly catatonic state.

Swallowing hard, I began the experiment.

"Override: Barracuda Peddler," I spoke at an even tone. With Shinji's wide-eyed and vapid gaze snapping to my direction, I jumped a bit at the piercing visage of his lifeless, obedient eyes that drew me into a frightful state for just a moment.

"Shinji," I sighed and gave the first casual order. "You aren't feeling suicidal anymore, and you actually have no desire to harm anyone or yourself, right?"

"Yes," the pilot sighed with a slump. "Sorry for the scare," he turned away in shame.

"Now now, Shinji," I ordered a new suggestion. "No need to feel depressed at all. Just be calm and I'll let you out of this bed. But you won't be trying to escape or get violent. You're a good boy," I licked my lips at the power I was gaining over him now.

"Yeah," their middle schooler nodded. "I'll be good, Ritsu."

"Such a good boy," I cooed as I rubbed my lover's son's russet hair. "Like a kitten trapped and forced to be a person," I finally began the first step in my descent into illicit power and control.

"Mrrr...!" Shinji gave a humanly mew to my touch, snuggling against my hand.

"Shinji," I gave the next command. "You are going to hear me give instructions after this one but will act as if you never heard them, yet the effects will still happen, alright?"

"Okay,"the Third Child nodded as if I'd just given him some information he had no inclination to memorize for long. It was at that moment that I freed the boy from his confines, allowing him to get up and stretch a little from being tied-down so securely before sitting on the bed.

"So...What's going to happen to me now, Ritsuko?" the younger Ikari asked with trepidation, looking down at his lap clothed only in his boxers and medical gown. "I...I can't be trusted anymore, even though I don't want to...you know..."

"Shhh," I kneeled a bit to the boy that would have become my stepson if his father ever married me. I'd have to fix that about the commander later, but right now it was all about little Shinji.

"Shinji," I lifted his chin up to look me in the eyes. "I can help you become trustworthy again, but I need to run some observational tests on you. I promise once you're evaluated that you won't need to worry about trust issues." I looked to the side for a moment, suppressing a devious thought. "...Especially with Misato. I just need you to trust me, alright?"

Shinji thought about it only for a second before nodding. "I'll do anything, Ritsuko," he pleaded quietly with tears welling in his eyes.

'Yes...you certainly will, Shinji...' I mentally smirked while giving him a seemingly sincere smile back. I went to retrieve a digital data pad to make this all seem like a real psychological evaluation, Shinji obeying the previous order to not escape.

My skin prickling with excitement and power-lust, I still maintained my composure and went to sit with Shinji on the bed to play this moment out.

"Shinji," I commanded as I noted his eyes fading to the lifeless glaze as he listened intently. "I'm going to ask you questions and perform actions that you will react to with the mind of a cat's which will override your human interests and reasonings." In an instant he blinked and his eyes regained their living appearance once more.

"Now then, a few questions, Shinji," I began like I normally would have done in an examination. "First question: are you bathing yourself regularly?"

"Um, yes," Shinji nodded, then blinked. "Um, I forgot to give myself a bath this evening, Ritsu. Would...um...Would it be okay if I cleaned myself while we did this?" He blushed a bit with his hands fidgeting.

"I suppose," I shrugged. "But I won't look away." I could see my soon-to-be new kitten's body wiggle a bit uncomfortably. I'd have to tease him a bit while he was still human.

"Um...o-okay..." Shinji gulped as he stood up and disrobed, his young face beet-red as he sat on the floor buck-naked and hesitantly licked the back of his hand to groom himself in a feline fashion. Seeing the success of my new type of orders gave me butterflies in my stomach.

"Alright, next question. Has your flexibility remained the same?" I asked.

In a perfectly obedient response to the subtle command, I marveled as Shinji's bones popped and cracked like an orchestra of popcorn kernels all at once, his flexibility now beyond that on any living human as he bent forward to lick his own inner thighs with total ease.

"Um, yes," the evermore-feline Shinji answered back, as if it was an obvious question to ask. Licking my lips as his own cat-bath was now no different than my own pets', I pressed on.

"Next question. Do you like tuna?"

A grumble from the boy's naked belly came before he could verbally respond. "Eh-heh," he chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Um, come to think of it, I haven't had anything to eat in a while..."

"It's alright. I can get a can for you to munch on after this, Shinji." Seeing his eyes light up and giving a kitten like mew of approval without realizing it, I felt my heart beat faster. "Next one. Have you been mating with any females in heat?"

"Wh-what??" Shinji stiffened up...in more ways than one, I might add. "N-No, of course not...!" His hips jumped a little on instinct.

"Aw...has Misato kept you cooped up during the mating season?" I purred to him with a smirk. Shinji could only blush while covering his pubescent erection. "Don't worry, I'll look into remedying that problem. On a similar note, are you making sure to maintain your markings for your territory?"

Another blush and aversion from my eye-contact showed Shinji's mental reprogramming was merging with his submissive personality. He was going to make a DARLING kitten! Maybe I'd keep him eternally as a kitten too. He was too cute as a human to NOT remain adorable as a young cat.

"It's okay," I rubbed his brown hair, rewarded with his human purr again. "It's so tough having to live a human life, isn't it?"

"Mm-hmm.." Shinji melted to my touch.

"Well, the next few observations are for testing your reflexes to basic things. No more embarrassing questions." Sitting on my knees next to the young boy, I took out my stylus an waved it at his face. Mesmerized, he 'pawed' at it in the feline fashion I had known my own pets to display. I then pocketed the pen-like device and took out something far more daring. It was among my favorite ways of playing with my beloved cats as I took the small device no bigger than a lipstick case and pressed the side button while pointing it next to Shinji. The laser dot appeared but it took Shinji a moment to realize it was there.

But the moment he did, the fun began! He pounced the crimson dot with perfect feline nimbleness despite his otherwise human build and weight, but immediately I darted the small light to the other side of the white room. His attention moving to it, I saw a look of determination in Shinji's eyes I had only seen while he piloted his Eva. Bounding on all fours, uncaring of his nudity, and with feline grace, I giggled in excitement as I made the young pilot scamper and pounce with the same agility and mobility of an actual house cat.

Regrettably I had to cut the fun short and pocketed the pointer. Shinji, blinking a bit at his target's disappearance, looked around to see where it had gone to.

"Shinji," I clicked my tongue to call him like one of my own cats. Perking up to where I was he ambled on over to me still on all fours with total ease as he snuggled up to me, his boyish purr making my heart melt. "Now Shinji-dear," I rubbed behind his ears as he continued to murr. "I want you to shrink to the size and form of a kitten, but only as you receive warm pleasure from my soothing touch. You will only be able to make kitten sounds but will still understand anything humans say."

I bit my lip at this command, the immensity of this change making it quite dangerous.

"Mreow?" Shinji said in a perfectly feline fashion. I then started to rub his ear, massaging it tenderly as his crouching form started to dwindle, bones reshaping while his human skin started to sprout soft stubble colored the same as the hair on his head. He purred so adorably as his ears elongated and became triangular, migrating to the top of his head while I rubbed them. His human hands condensed, his fingers becoming stubbier by the second as pink pads appeared on the palms and undersides of his fingers. His thumbs shriveled and withdrew into his wrist as purely vestigial dew claws while his shrinking hands took on a more paw-like shape. Meanwhile his legs shrank a bit while his feet elongated, his toes all becoming the same size and shape while both big toes withdrew completely into his hind paws that his feet were becoming, pads and fur sprouting at their appropriate locations.

Slithering out of his tailbone came a fleshy rod that flexed as it grew, prickling with russet fur as it became a cat 's tail.

Shinji's own face puckered cutely as his nose and lips became an adorable muzzle, whiskers sprouting while his head took on a cat-like shape, losing the raised forehead and human-shaped lower jaw in place of a feline design.

I stopped my petting for a moment and marveled at the boy's sudden stop in transforming, Shinji looking quite hybridized now. The cat-boy before me was about the size of a kindergartener at that moment, his form still bipedal-capable but with more feline-designed limbs and paws complete with digitigrade feet. His tail was about a foot long but would get smaller as the rest of his body would shrink again.

My heart racing, I felt a tingling within as I watched my new pet continue to transform as I returned to showering him with tactile affection. Shinji shrank further, his body elongating in design while his limbs grew shorter, making bipedalism now impossible for him. His shoulders narrowed and their range of flexibility was now strictly feline while his shrinking cat-like head repositioned its design to allow his neck to connect from behind his skull rather than below like a human's. Purring all the way to the end, Shinji's body finally lost its last human features as his dark azure eyes became a golden brown with vertically-slitted pupils.

As a kitten, Shinji looked no older than six weeks old in size or shape, making my heart melt in what I could only surmise as what maternal instincts feel like. This of course brought an idea to my pink-hued thoughts.

"Shinji," I cooed to the former-human as he looked up at me with unwavering obedience in his eyes. "You should realize now that you've been turned into a little kitty and won't ever be turned back to a human again, forever my sweet little pet."

His eyes widening, my little kitty started to meow in a panicked but high-pitched voice as he looked and acted genuinely terrified at now seeing what had transpired. Backing away from me with his tail between his legs, his hissed in a manner that seemed more sorrowful than angry.

"Now now," I smiled warmly with open arms. "I've relieved you of your burdens, your responsibilities, and any troubles life would give you, my sweety. You'll always be a young, darling kitten that won't grow up, get sick...or die," I felt my neck hairs stiffen at the most powerful command I'd ever given. "Try to understand that as Mommy's little kitty, you will get ALL the love and attention you could ever dream of." I gave Shinji a few seconds to take in both the commands and the explanations.

To my delight he ceased his defensive posture and behavior and trotted over to my opened arms for comfort, uneasiness still apparent in his eyes.

"Seems Mommy's little angel is a bit scared," I held the small Shinji in my arms. "Would you like some milk to calm you?" I said in what was an attempt at being maternal. His feline instincts still strong, little Shinji perked up as he looked at me with an eager mew.

"Alright then," I rubbed his tiny brown head lovingly. I then unzipped my blue blouse to reveal my lacy black brazier, to which Shinji squirmed in surprise. It was absolutely adorable that he still was so prudish. Lifting one breast from the cup, I felt my cheeks burn a bit as I gave a novel command that I wasn't certain would work.

"Shinji," I gulped. "Your little kitty mouth and tongue make a special salivary chemical, you know? Yes, if a woman or adult female cat comes into direct contact with your mouth or tongue, the chemical you produce makes their teats produce warm, sweet, nourishing, and soothing milk all the time that feels heavenly for her to discharge any time, but keeps her body remaining vibrant and no longer sagging. With a blink, Shinji nodded a bit. "So, what are you waiting for, baby? You want Mommy's milk right?" I smiled with sincere love in my tone now.

If cats cold blush, I'm sure Shinji could at that point as he hesitantly nibbled onto my exposed nipple, his tiny yet sand-papery tongue lapping at the teat. A hot rush in my chest forced a deep moan from my lips as my head leaned back in pleasure. I felt my loins moisten as my own command indirectly changed myself instantly, my already C-cup breasts heaving as they filled with warm milk, sending pulsating jolts of erogenous and maternal bliss to my mind and body. The expanding or my mammary tissue to a DD-cup forced the second breast to flop out of my now-restrictive bra while both breasts firmed and raised up to a perkiness befitting a woman ten years younger than I currently was. My areolas darkened to a deep crimson, almost brown, and my nipples thickened to the width of my pinky-finger's tip with an erect length of two centimeters.

All the while, my sweet little Shinji suckled in primal bliss, purring as he snuggled close to my pale and soft flesh, finally at peace. When he finally had his fill, he sleepily snuggled close to me, as if he'd finally accepted his new fate...no, his new life. As I sat there cuddling the former Third Child, I carefully thought out what to do to deal with his former guardian. After all, it wouldn't be fair to leave Misato out on getting a new life free of worry and danger...

To be continued...