There's a funny thing about "mad scientist" types who work without peer review, competent assistants, or following experimental protocols--they tend to get sloppy and skip the boring drudgery parts. Dr. Schneider was not an exception, and the boring drudgery she skipped was checking whether the containment was properly maintained.
And for the last few days, the Mind Control Chamber had been leaking. Everything "Kandi" had been getting, Dr. Schneider had been getting as well, with diminished intensity--but she had ramped up the power of the commands so much that even diminished intensity was intense. Without her really noticing it, her masturbation fantasies had changed from "sex with a bimbo" to "sex as a bimbo." She looked with envy on Kandi, and thought of changing her own body. Just a little, bigger tits and ass. Unconsciously, she began to think of brains as a real turnoff, and connecting her own inability to get laid to her high intelligence. Bimbos seemed to get all the sex they wanted without having to do these elaborate plots. Because stupidity was oh, so sexy and she wanted to be sexy. . .
Just one little change, now that she knew the machines worked. .