Chapter #5Tell them the truth by: Unknown You're with two of your best friends back at your dorm. Megan's in the background slaving over a hot stove as she makes your dinner. She's become quite the little cook now that she's had a lot of practice preparing all your meals. With you is Travis and Mitchell, who haven't seen all that much of you now that you have Megan as your fuck toy.
Travis is the pinnacle of what an alpha male should be, 6'5" and in very good shape - though not grotesquely muscular. He's handsome enough to get pretty much any girl he wants but seems more interested in himself, being quite the narcissist. He keeps himself expertly groomed and has a girlfriend who looks like a super model. He's wearing a crisp collared shirt, slacks, and flip-flops on his large feet.
Mitchell is handsome as well, but he's more of the carefree artist. He's in a band, paints, writes poems and does everything else designed to rope in the gals, but he doesn't have much luck with women. In fact, you know that there's a girl he's been pining for for quite a while who finally agreed to go on a few dates with him but then gave him the cold shoulder. He's dressed in a band shirt, a trendy jacket, jeans and sneakers.
Neither of them believe you. They know Megan hates your guts and now all of a sudden she's waiting on you hand and foot and keeping you busy every night. "So what's the deal, dude?" Travis asked. "You just amazing in the sack or what? How come she's so nice to you now?"
You show them the gun and start to go over it all. You're ready for their looks of disbelief and begin with simple demonstrations, such as shrinking down a bookshelf and then returning it to it's normal size. "Shit!" Mitchell said, shocked. "That's insane!"
"That's not all it can do," you say with a laugh.
Travis, sitting next to Mitchell, was quick to get over his amazement and smile. "So how is this thing controlling Megan?"
"Megan!" You call over your shoulder. "Get over here."
"Coming!" She sings, not bothered by the order.
While she heads over you tell your friends everything that's happened up until now, and how you watched Dr. Marks get stepped on by his secretary, how you used the gun on Megan, and how it can do seemingly everything. "I haven't tried shrinking or transforming her yet or anything like that yet."
Mitchell is still looking at Megan, mouth agape. "She'll do anything you tell her?"
"Sure!" You look at her. "Megan, go give Mitchell a shoulder massage."
Mitchell blushes a little as Megan saunters toward him, and without a second thought she slips behind him and starts giving him a deep massage. "Oh man, this is great!"
"I don't know if I'm convinced." Travis said, watching Megan work with a smirk. "She'll do ANYTHING?"
"Yep," you laugh. "You know she hates me, and yet she fucks me on command. Here, try it out for yourself: Megan, listen to everything Travis says."
Travis grins. "Get over here, Megan."
Megan left Mitchell's shoulders and walked over to where Travis was sitting. "Hey!" Mitchell said, a little flustered. But Travis ignored him.
"Get on your knees," Travis ordered, and Megan kneeled before him. He grinned. "Shit. This is crazy." He suddenly leaned forward and snapped his fingers in front of her. She flinched, but she didn't seem bothered. "Don't move an inch." He tried snapping again, and this time Megan was completely still, unblinking. Travis thought for a moment, "I got a real way to test her. The Megan I knew was one proud bitch..." He slipped one of his huge feet from his sandal and then held it up in front of Megan's face. When she didn't budge or even look bothered, his slowly brought it toward her until it was resting on his face. "Goddamn," he said, and whistled. "She really will do anything! Lick my foot." Without hesitation Megan started lapping away at Travis's sole.
"Okay okay," you laugh. "That's enough. She's kisses me with that mouth. Come here, Megan."
"Dude!" Travis said. "You've got to let us try this out!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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