An idea sparked in David's mind, as he made Laura discard her clothes from last night and walk back upstairs—he should make her go to the beach! It's her day off today, and from the past few days he could tell she needed just a day or two off to relax. Being on the sand and surf would be perfect for her. She walked up to her closet and opened it up, and he had her pick a dark red bikini, one that was nice and revealing on her figure, and pose in the mirror a few times. IT FEELS SO WORRYING, her thoughts read out, BEING IN A SWIMSUIT THIS REVEALING WITHOUT DAVID NEAR ME...
This time, David didn't wait for the autopilot to add anything, he typed it out himself: No, David would want me to enjoy myself. He won't mind if I enjoy himself for a day or two. He wouldn't mind me fooling around with more people!
...Well, he would have, but learning he could control his girlfriend within the past few hours had loosened him immensely on that front. There was probably some way to ensure she didn't get pregnant if he made her have sex with someone else, if he read through whatever manuals were around here. Heck, maybe there was some way to make her a master of the water, with incredible lung capacity! He'd figure it out as he went.
In fact, he figured out something as she grabbed some towels and went to her car to drive to the beach—he went to another panel, labelled BOUNCE, and messed with some that had BREAST and BUTT next to them. Moving them all the way to the left had made them stiff as a board, while bringing them all the way to the right made them jiggle like gelatin—a delightful sight, that he was sure most guys on a Florida beach wouldn't be able to stay away from! It even gave a message of SEAT FEELS SO MUCH SOFTER WITH THIS BOOTY when she sat down, a nice bonus. He had her shimmy in delight as she drove, bringing any paperwork he could find in here back to the main control panel to read up.
Soon enough, Laura arrived at the beach, stepping out and walking out onto the sand. Already, she was getting looks of admiration—and, to David's surprise, some chat messages from other women expressing awe or jealousy about her figure. Could they be controlled, too? Perhaps he could climb out of his girlfriend and slip inside one of them for a day or two... Laura's autopilot would probably cover for whatever extended absence he might take.
Now, what to do here on the beach?
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