Deka is a teenage shut-in whose obsession with shotacon yaoi is beginning to bleed unhealthily into her real life. Being impulsive, horny, awkward, and obsessive, this makes her the perfect candidate to receive the power to change reality.
Her first order of business?
Freeing boys from their oppressive female overlords by shrinking any and/or all women and making them pet-sized. What these boys do with their diminutive feminine counterparts is not her problem, but it definitely will not be pretty.
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Chapter 1:
Rise and Shine
Weird… weird dream last night…
Blegh!! In my mouth… pine needles? Wait, wait, I—
THWONK!
The only thing stopping me from cracking my head on the pavement was my folded up jacket breaking my fall. It didn’t stop my laptop from slipping off my thighs and shattering the screen, though.
“No, no, no, dude please!”
I scooped up the machine and frantically pressed the power button. My desperation was greeted by a blotchy purple-black smear that marred the entire display, obscuring pretty much everything of note.
“God…”
I shut the laptop, and I drooped my head into my hands.
The pavilion was chilly, and I muttered curses as I grabbed my jacket to wrap it around myself. The fall breeze felt more like a winter chill, but the peace and sanctity of the park and the chirping of the birds made up for it. This was always my favorite place to write, and before now I was willing to risk the possibility of seeing the occasional crazy guy for the chance to do it here.
Wait… birds?
It’s morning?!
Oh God, oh fuck, it is morning. I leapt off the bench and looked to the sky – a deep lavender. The sun was still behind the trees. I’d been out all night.
And for what? I’m usually such a light sleeper, how did this even happen?! I was just about to check my phone when it vibrated – shit! No, no! I pulled it out, checked the caller ID. My mom – and she had left twenty-eight missed text messages to boot.
My phone fumbled out of my hands and into the dew-soaked grass, and with a cold, dead weight in my chest I shuffled with dread back to the pavilion table.
It’s fucking over. I was out all night in my own secret place, and I didn’t get back before morning. My mom was going to kill me. Worse than kill me. She’d murder me. Then she’d take my laptop away once she found out what I was doing. Not that it mattered; the thing was busted anyway. How did I fuck up this bad? How, how, how?!
…
I had an idea.
I leaned back in my seat and thought it over. Yesterday had been kind of a shitstorm, in more ways than one. The cafeteria chili sent at least two kids to the hospital, but aside from spending uncomfortably long on the toilet (and missing most of Civics as a result) I myself had gotten out mostly unscathed. I’d wanted to spend the evening writing in the park, hoping the fresh air would clear my head.
Well, fat load of good it did me, I’ll tell you what. All I got in return was a mouth full of pine needles, a mom who’s gonna kill me the second I cross the front door, a broken laptop, a doused phone, a sore back, zero words written in 18 hours… and that stupid fucking dream where I was descended upon by a figure wreathed in light and told that I was to receive an “incredible gift”.
“Gift”? Yeah right. The only gift I have is a heightened libido and the ability to accurately guess 90% of all Pokémon based purely on their Pokedex number.
I drooped my gaze down at my phone. On the glossy screen was my mom’s name once again. The text message counter had increased to 32. I had to face the music sooner or later.
Agh… I just… if nothing else, I wish my mom wasn’t mad at me. I can deal with a lot of things, but my mom’s wrath was a different beast.
Okay, Deka. You can do this. You can…
I took a breath, plucked the phone from the ground and, after almost the third ring I swiped up to answer. Before she could get a word in edgewise:
“Mom, I’m sorry I worried you and I’m sorry I stayed out late at night and I’m sorry I fell asleep and forgot to come back home but I promise I’m safe don’t worry I wasn’t kidnapped and I’m on my way home right now I promise and I’ll do anything you want to make it up to you so please don’t get mad I’m so sorry mom, please don’t be mad please please please????”
I was clutching the phone so hard that my nails were scratching the chassis. And I heard nothing for a long time.
“M-mom?”
“Yeah, honey?”
Her voice. It was… disturbingly casual.
“Are… are you… mad at me?”
“Whyyyy would I be mad at you?”
Was this… a trick? Some sort of strategy to get me to admit my crimes? I gulped… it seemed like something Mom would do.
“Because… because I didn’t come home last night! Because you were worried sick!” I scrolled through the text history and watched as her messages went from mildly concerned to all-caps fear-and-rage-induced diatribes.
“Look, honey, I’m not mad. I just wanted to make sure you’re safe. Do you want me to pick you up from… wherever you are? We can still make it to school on time if I leave right now.”
Icy chilliness ran through my body. “I… um… I think I’d prefer to walk home, if you don’t mind.”
“Okay, love you Deka. See you, soon.” The phone went silent.
I wanted to throw up. The only reason she’d be this sickeningly sweet after a blunder this big was if whatever punishment she was cooking up was way, way, way more massive than anything I’d ever experienced. I knew where the hell I wasn’t going though, and that was back home. At least not yet.
I stayed there for a while. I ran the numbers. I counted down all the excuses I’d used in the past. If I told her what I was doing out here all night she might go easy on me… or she might want to take a peek at what story of mine was worth all this goddamn privacy. One thing I’ve learned from a decade of lying to my parents: when the alternative is worse, tell the truth. I just didn’t know which would be worse; the content I wrote was… not suitable for public consumption.
I snuck another glance between the lips of my laptop. There was no response – it’s just a corpse. I afforded myself another upper-level PG-13 bad word and muttered “Shit” under my breath. If there was one silver lining, it was that having a broken laptop meant my Mom wouldn’t be scouring through it anytime soon. But still, I wish it didn’t break in the first place.
I grabbed my phone and prepared to dial Mace. She’d be insufferable (“Bailing you out again, sis? Writing fanfic in the park all night? When are you gonna grow up and start thinking about your future, huh?”) but nothing I hadn’t heard a million billion times before. I was halfway through entering her info when…
I noticed it. My laptop on the table. It was… fixing itself?
Like magic… the cracks were knitting themselves back together. The black-purple blotches on the screen were fading. And after only a few moments… the machine looked good as new. Better, even.
“Uhhhh… I can’t be the only one who saw that, right?” For once, the birds remained tight-lipped.
Tentatively, I touched the laptop. I closed it, opened it, closed it again, and opened it again. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t just a trick of the light.
“I couldn’t have… dreamt that, could I?” I rotated the laptop all around in my hands, examining it from every angle, every nook and cranny. The machine looked pristine, in addition to being operational. I logged in, and with a bit of a chuckle I noticed that the fic I’d been working on last night had auto-recovered. Not suitable for public consumption indeed.
Whatever. I closed the laptop gingerly, and I thought. I know my machine had been busted. I saw it. But… I’d also just seen my computer come back from the dead too.
This was getting too much for me. I wish I wasn’t so sleepy…
And just like that, I wasn’t. I was no longer drowsy or dull – in fact, I felt fine. Better than fine, great!!
Could it be… whenever I wish for something, it automatically happens?
I shook my head. Nah, that’s out of pocket.
But then, I looked back at the laptop. And it started to feel a bit more probable.
That, combined with my weird dream…
Okay, Deka. It’s time to do some field research.
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If thinking “I wish” was the key to changing reality, I have to applaud myself for the restraint necessary to avoid idly thinking that phrase at any given time. I don’t know if the wish for being less sleepy had increased my mental acuity, if I had preternaturally powerful self-awareness, or if there just were so few thoughts going through my head that thinking things on accident wasn’t much of a risk. Either way, it was enough for me to get to the ground zero of my first experiment: the local middle school.
Aside from the park having less pollen than most of the other outdoor haunts, its walking path led directly to Marjoram Learning Academy, an institution which probably sounded a lot more prestigious than it actually was if I managed to snag the honor roll every year during my time there. Then again, my little brother wasn’t doing so hot in Earth Science, so maybe I should give myself a bit more credit… dammit, I’m getting distracted. Marjoram. Middle school. Boys.
Marjoram Middle was where the jaws of puberty had first grabbed me and refused to relinquish me from its slobbery grip. I’d gone through a whole rolodex’s worth of crushes there, though it started to feel a bit weird when I advanced to the 9th grade but my taste in men remained fully entrenched in the 8th and below. The way I figure though, I’ve still got a few years before I actually need to examine myself. Which means a few years’ worth of time to freely ogle the kids and imagine myself in their sweaty hands, looking up at their grinning faces like gods and worshipping every inch of their—
…
It's possible I do have a problem.
I stuck my hands in my pockets – the school’s doors were closed, and the cars dropping off students had slowed to a trickle. I checked my watch: 8:03. Holy crap, I can’t imagine getting to school that early today. I slinked behind a telephone pole on the side of the street, and I snooped for a good target. I wouldn’t need to wait long – soon, only the most perfect potential test subjects came trudging on the very path from which I’d entered. A pair of boys I’d seen before.
“C’mon, dude! We’re gonna be late!”
“We’re already late. Besides, you try lugging this bike uphill and see how easy it is.”
“Gladly! I’m sure I’d be faster carrying it than your slow ass.”
“Man, suck a dick.”
“Suck two dicks!”
A level of vulgarity and solidarity that can only be achieved in earnest by tweenage boys. Jake and Austin. They frequently walked most of the way home together, typically only splitting off after leaving the park where I liked to work. They were a mellow pair by the look of it – at least compared to most of their contemporaries. Maybe that was what made them so damn fun to fantasize about. Jake was the taller one, clearly the first to have been kissed by puberty. He seldom went anywhere without a basketball under his armpit, and his jersey was emblazoned with a number 11 in colors almost as gold as his sunny blonde hair.
Austin was the one with the bike, and it was easy to see that he had yet to mature quite as fast as his contemporary. His face still held the glimpses of youthful androgyny that made middle school boys so enticing, and his dark black hair and muted colors evoked memories of scene kids and emo days. Whatever Austin was, he was light years more stylish than I’d ever been back then.
I’d found my targets. If this ability of mine worked, I’d need to be sure it worked on humans.
I wracked my brain as they continued their trek up the school hill. I shrunk behind my cover and thought, and I thought, until I came to my decision. I would try it out. Live out my fantasy. Become small and at the mercy of these beautiful children. I’d teleport myself before their feet, will them to pick me up, become their pets, become everything I’d ever wanted to be!
I wish… I wish that… I…
Ugh. Oh God.
I was scared.
The thing about having paraphilias is that just imagining it is one thing. Living it? An entirely different story. Even if it worked and I wasn’t just stalking two twelve-year-olds like a crazy person, I would still be putting myself in a situation that was incredibly dangerous, without knowing the extents and limitations of whatever power this was, assuming I wasn’t still in a lucid dream.
Of course, that didn’t foreclose me from trying out other tests, and I probably would’ve if my mind didn’t have the consistency of a bowl of pea soup right now. My second wind from earlier had died down, and I was probably just a few paces away from collapsing, before the front doors to the school suddenly opened, and I was hit with a blast wave of psychic damage at the person who stepped out.
“And what do you think you’re doing, already being five minutes late?!”
A voice I had heard in my nightmares, over and over, for the past four years.
Even from fifty feet away, my old mathematics teacher Ms. Sondra was unmistakable. It’s a tale as old as time that writer chicks and math gals do not hang; I was flighty and forgetful, eager to escape from rote routine, and I despised processes where I don’t understand the rationale for doing the steps. None of these qualities made me a stellar student in Ms. Sondra’s class, but of course she had to take it further, verbally humiliating me at every chance she got, making me into an anti-example for everyone else. By the grace of God, I managed to get just enough of a score on her final that I’d never have to worry about her ever again… in her class. But she remained a constant policing force, scrutinizing my attendance and tardiness into the building, snatching my phone from my hands when I was using it under the table at lunch, even nitpicking my dress code – no doubt jealousy from her own youthful glow giving way to the age-weathered appearance of maturity. I believe most teachers are good people, but Ms. Sondra is one of the rare few who thrives off making children suffer. I can think of no other explanation for how she treated me, unless I just happened to piss her off specifically. And I can’t decide which is worse.
This was going to be interesting. My current fixations facing off against my old nemesis. Jake tossed his ball up and down in the air as he said, “Sorry, Sondra, won’t happen again. But we’ve got a quiz first period and we really need to get there before the announcements are over so if you could just—”
But Ms. Sondra blocked him with her body from entering, and she grabbed Jake’s wrist.
“Hey, what gives!?” The boy yanked away, and I could see Ms. Sondra’s face turn redder. I raised a brow. I’d never seen her resort to physical restraint before.
“That’s Miss Sondra to you. And you were already late the moment you arrived on school grounds. You’ll have to accompany me to the principal’s office to write a tardy pass.”
“C’mon, Sondra—”
“What my friend means is…” Austin had jumped in, leaning his bike against the stone wall. “We’d be glad to accompany you to the principal’s office.” He elbowed Jake in the ribs and elicited a stunted grunt.
Ms. Sondra sighed, and she flipped the doorstop before placing her hands on her hips as she leered above the boys. “No need to corral your friend, Austin. Rest assured, I can handle the both of you myself. Follow me, and when we get to the office, trust I’ll be calling both your parents to extract a proper explanation for why you pair are late, again.”
“My… parents?” Austin shuddered.
“Indeed,” said Ms. Sondra with a smirk. “I’m sure that now you’re beginning to rethink the choice of disrespecting me, and disrespecting this institution.”
Dripping with defeat, both boys prepared to follow a rambling Ms. Sondra through the door. They were at their lowest, and like a lightbulb went off over my head, I’d realized this was the time to make a change. Darkest before dawn, Storytelling 101. It was the perfect test to see if what I’d witnessed this morning was more than just an insomniac daydream.
I cracked my knuckles, and I afforded myself a smile. Alright, Ms. Sondra. You’ve tortured generations of students smaller than you. It’s time to see how you feel when you’re the small one.
I hadn’t made the wish for even a moment before it happened. It had to be seen to be believed, and yet it remained unbelievable. My heart raced out of its chest as before me, like clockwork, Ms. Sondra. Was shrinking.
I watched, enraptured. It was incredibly quick – she wasn’t even over the threshold inside the school before she dwindled from five foot eight to four feet, three feet, one foot.
“Holy fuck!!” I breathed.
“Who said that!?” Ms. Sondra’s voice was shrill, and even though by now she was the size of a garden gnome, the PTSD of learning under her watchful gaze died hard. I crouched behind my cover and peeked out with trained discretion. Six inches now. Soon, she was practically the size of a bug – just like I wanted! But… something was wrong. The boys; they should’ve been just as surprised as I was that their harpy instructor could barely scale their shoes. But they appeared just as contrite as ever. They shuffled in place behind Ms. Sondra; at her size the party would probably reach the principal’s office by lunchtime. The fact she was now a completely different size seemed to mean nothing to them.
My heart was still beating way too fast. If this was a dream, I would’ve woken up several times over by now. The creeping elation – or the creeping horror – that I’d somehow stumbled upon the ability to rewrite the world was starting to inject itself into my bones. It didn’t feel real back at the park, and it barely feels real now. But reality was demonstrating itself to be far more malleable than I once thought.
I could’ve returned home and learned more about my power in a controlled environment. But… I came here for a reason. A reason that wasn’t entirely noble, but would not rest until it’d been fulfilled. I was going to see my fantasy realized, and even if I was too anxious to go in the hot seat, there was nothing stopping me from making the woman I hated most into the ultimate pariah. I’d need to induce a new change, one that would make those boys into the vessels through which I could realize my dreams.
I wish.
That the boys.
Decided to crush Ms. Sondra.
Suddenly, Austin’s posture changed.
He straightened up, and I cupped my ears to fully hear him as he said, “You know what? Why was I even worried? C’mon, Jake. Let’s get to homeroom. We might still be able to catch that quiz if we jog.”
“Now you’re speaking my language!” said Jake. “Race ya?”
Ms. Sondra was having none of it. She looked above as the kids shirked her authority. They each represented an incredible, indescribable colossus to her, but she still jumped up and down in a vain attempt to get them to acknowledge her presence. I could just barely hear snippets of her demands, but nothing concrete. and she squeaked and squabbled as Jake completely ignored her, chaining his bike to the rack nearby and then stepping over her, casting Ms. Sondra in a massive shadow for a few moments as the tiny teacher tried to clamber over the threshold and follow them. Oh man, I wish I could actually hear what she was saying. That’d be delicious.
And then, like clockwork:
“Boys? Booooys!? This is going on your permanent records, you know! If you do not come back here this instant and accompany me to the principal’s office, you’ll be suspended – no, expelled! You hear me? Hey, heyyyy!”
“Hey…” said Austin, and he smiled devilishly. “You hear something?”
“I think I do,” Jake replied. “Some sort of bug. No worries. I’ll get rid of it.”
To that, Ms. Sondra’s tone shifted. And I could hear it in ultra surround sound as her pleas were beamed straight into my brain. “I-I-I am not going to be subject to this!” cried the instructor.
Jake said nothing, only smiling at her as he lifted his sneaker above her head.
Ms. Sondra gulped. And she tried one more time. “I demand respect! I am still your superior, and for as long as you’re a student at this institution, I will do my utmost to ensure—”
SMASH!!!
My heart nearly burst.
“Man, I should’ve done that months ago, that felt fucking awesome!” said Jake. He scraped the underside of his tennis shoe over the concrete with satisfaction.
“Yeah, heh, heh,” said Austin nervously. “But you don’t think they’re gonna get mad at us if they find out?”
Jake shrugged. “She was an inch tall; it was happening one way or another. B’sides, I don’t think they’re finding out it was us anytime soon. C’mon, takin’ me up on that race?”
Austin grinned, and after locking up his bike he and Jake began to dash through the halls with the reckless abandon only boys their age could exhibit. They made no move to close the door behind them, or to dispose of the evidence that was once Ms. Sondra. Finally, finally alone, I took a few timid steps closer to the door, where just before the threshold, an inky red spot had been stamped into the pavement until the next rain arrived. It looked just like I’d expect a human body grinded beneath a million tons of sheer hate would look—flat.
She was gone. My most hated teacher was gone. Dead. Crushed under a giant boy’s shoe.
I crumpled to my knees.
“Ach… AGH—”
There’s no way. No fucking way in goddamn hell I would go back to reading smut after this.
That was the promise I made to myself before passing out on the ground in a heap of bliss.
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Chapter 2:
A Sister's Pitiful End
“AHHHHHH!!!”
Immediately, I looked down at my pants. They were clean, which is honestly a lot better than I expected.
Maybe… maybe it was a dream after all.
Then I realized where I was. And though I can’t describe it in any sort of detail that could possibly do it justice, you can be certain it was nowhere on Earth. The only thing keeping me from freaking the fuck out was the fact I could recognize this place. And I could recognize the creature in front of me as well.
“Oh… it’s you…”
The response came quickly and seemed to have been inserted directly into my head.
“I’m… sorry I didn’t believe you the first time. Look, I get some weird dreams, okay? I mean, it’s not your fault but can you blame me for being skeptical? Like, I still don’t know why you chose me of all people for this.”
I crossed my arms and tapped my foot and hoped that whatever this thing was could interpret that as a sign of annoyance. When it answered, my face drooped.
“What the— what the hell did that even mean? Hey, hey wait! Where are you going? Come ba—"
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“AHHHHH!!!”
I was sprawled out in the back of a car.
“AHHHHHH!!”
“Ugh, Jesus Christ, Deka!”
Wait. This was Mace’s car.
“I’m… what the… when did you…” My head was a swirling mess right now. Knowing what I now know, I felt the inclination to make a wish, but I could barely formulate any thoughts at all, much less any thoughts cogent enough to do what I wanted to do without backfiring.
Mace ignored my question and asked one of her own. “Do you know how much this little stunt pissed me off? Do you know how long I’ve been out driving around looking for you? Do you know how much Mom has been getting on my arse? And what about setting an example for Cary, huh? Did you ever think about that? Or were you too sucked into that gross-ass fanfiction like you always are for you to even give a shit about anyone other than yourself? Huh? Huh, Deka?”
Sitting up was a longer ordeal than I anticipated, and my sister’s rant hung in midair for a long time before my head was even on straight. I guess getting beamed to an outer plane takes a toll on a girl.
“Deka? Deka can you fucking answer me?”
I cast a glance sideways, but I doubted she could even see it. I muttered to myself “I wish I were in the front seat.”
Then, I was. I was! I was right next to Mace, seatbelt and all. The transition gave me whiplash, and the briefest bit of nausea, but I had successfully teleported to the front.
“What are you even talking about? You are in the front seat, dumbass.” This might’ve been a mistake.
Menshika, or Macy to her friends, was a lot of the things I was, and a lot of things I wasn’t. Essentially the total package. We had the same hair type, but she actually cared about getting it done consistently, and she spent dozens of hours and hundreds of dollars a month to keep it that way. We had the same light brown skin, but whereas mine was pit-marked by acne scars, hers was beautifully flawless with makeup and foundation. We had the same brains, but whereas she’d used it to further her education and major in biomechanical engineering, I had been using it to write elaborate macro yaoi smut featuring cartoon characters up until circa a few hours ago. Mace was what I could’ve been, but decided I didn’t want to be. And look at all I had to show for it.
I sunk a bit into my seat and crossed my arms. “Did you drop Cary off?”
“Ugh, you don’t remember, moron? He spent the night at a friend’s house.”
“I don’t remember that happening...” And it was a shame. I hadn’t seen the kiddo in almost 24 hours by now. Of my two siblings, seeing him would’ve most lifted my spirits.
“Of course you don’t! You’ve had your hand in your pants for the past 8 hours! I had to haul your horny ass into the passenger seat by myself!” Mace’s driving was getting more aggressive; we were starting to speed back into the subdivision. “God fucking dammit. You’re just lucky Mom decided not to take any of this out on you. But guess who picked up the short end of the stick, Deka. M-E. I did.”
I leaned my temple against the window glass, and I recoiled. I hissed through my teeth. God… fuck this. I don’t even know why I was enduring it this long; I’m God now. I looked adamantly at a piece of lint hanging from her shoulder. “You’re really never gonna shut up about this sort of stuff?”
“I’ll ‘shut up’ about it when you finally decide to take responsibility for yourself. You’re sixteen years old; I’m not going to be here forever. But I can’t go off and live with Ayden because I know that I’ll always need to be here to keep you out of trouble. Do you know how that feels, Deka? You know how frustrating it is that my life has been on hold for years because I need to look after a waste of space like you? A failure?”
She turned the car off and glowered at me, before opening the door and hopping out. “The answer is ‘very’.” The car door slammed and I was once again alone with my thoughts.
My mind gets scrambled when I’m getting chewed out. I’ve spent 16 years under that self-righteous bitch. That sort of thing is hard to program out of a gal, even post-reality warping magic. But still, a little nugget of something did plant itself into my brain.
I didn’t have what it takes quite yet to pull a Ms. Sondra on her. But I could give her what she wanted. But first…
I took a deep breath. I looked at the time in the car. 9:27 AM… Jesus, how long was I asleep?
Never mind that. I gathered my thoughts, and I condensed them into a wish.
The wish was only coherent in my mind for a second before it was made manifest, and I watched as the clock ticked back. 26. 25. 24. The numbers dropped, and the light that streamed through the windows and the trees regained their early morning lavender blush. My heart pounded as my spell continued, and it did not stop until it landed squarely on 8:30.
In only a moment, I had gained mastery over time.
“Holy crap… holy crap, holy crap, holy crap…” I got out of the car as a vibrating wreck, and I took a look around the neighborhood. A couple of early morning joggers, but otherwise it was dead silent. Mom’s car was right next to Mace’s. If I had played my cards right, this would be before Mace typically wakes up, but after the incident at the school. The way I figured it, that would decrease the chance of any paradox shenanigans, assuming that was something I had to worry about.
I tiptoed to the front door and undid the lock. Poking my head into our kitchen, I called out, “Hello?”
No response.
I took off my shoes and left them on the rack, closing the door behind me. It was quieter than usual. “Mace? Mom?”
I was a bit more cautious than I usually was, though I don’t really know why. Shadows seemed to lurk behind every shrine in the mandir, from Krishna to Lakshmi. If I had accidentally introduced some sort of extradimensional being through tampering with the space-time continuum, they had yet to reveal themselves, but that didn’t make me any less paranoid.
I made it to Mace’s room and stopped just short of rapping my knuckles over the oaken door. I could’ve sworn I heard… a voice. A voice that sounded – well, I can’t put my finger on exactly where I’d heard it before, but it definitely wasn’t a TV, a phone, or a member of the family.
I knocked. “Mace? You in there?”
More voices. Hushed, but audible. The shifting of blankets. Oh God… there was no way this was happening.
I grabbed the doorknob and turned it. Upon encountering resistance, I merely willed the knob to unlock, and lo and behold.
“Fuck, Deka?! How did you get in here?!”
Mace was naked, in bed, and pulling up her blankets to cover her chest. Next to her, equally naked and extremely confused, was…
“Ah… um… hey, Ayden. Am I… interrupting something--”
“YES, you are!” Mace screamed, and she launched a pillow at my head.
“AIE!” I ducked, and the pillow landed harmlessly in the hallway.
Ayden was turning to Mace, and he was muttering in that half-whisper, half-normal-speaking voice, “I thought that you said nobody would be bothering us in the morning.”
Mace groaned. “I did, because I was under the assumption this little shit would be too gone to hear us. When did you even get back in the house?”
“I… well… just… just now, actually.”
Mace pulled the blankets up closer to cover her breasts, but Ayden squabbled for the blanket himself, leaving the job half-complete. There was a thin sheen of sweat on her face, and I could tell not all of it was from exertion. She was concerned. “Does Mom know you’re home?” she asked.
“I didn’t see her,” I said, truthfully. “But, like, what’s the problem? So you two are screwing. Big whoop. Return to your business if you want, I don’t really care.”
Curiosity sated, I was halfway out the door when another pillow hit the back of my head.
“You’re gonna run out of those, you know?” I turned and saw Mace looking at me with pure disgust on her face. “You… you okay, sis?”
“You’re not going to tell Mom about this.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.
I shrugged. “Um, okay?” My sister screwing Ayden was no secret to me, though I’d never known her to do it in our own house before. It was always under the guise of a study date, or a movie date, or a lunch date.
Just as I was about to put my hands up in conciliation, I remembered that I’m technically God, now, and I smirked and crossed my arms.
“And why shouldn’t I?”
Ayden just looked at the both of us strangely, gathering up the blankets that coated his lower half. “I’m, uh, I can leave if you two want—”
“No!!” we both screamed at him, shocking him into stunned silence. Ayden may look like a punk, but he’s a wimp at heart. Pliable. That’s what Mace loved about him, and frankly, I get it. But no matter; I needed him here for my plan.
“Deka, just get the fuck out,” Mace said again, rolling her eyes. “I’ll, I don’t fucking know, drive you to Hot Topic or wherever the fuck you shop these days.”
“Mace!” I chagrined with faux shock. “I do most of my shopping at Box Lunch, now. But no, I’m not particularly interested in what you have to give me anymore.”
I approached with slow, steady footsteps.
Mace squirmed, and she glared daggers at me before growling, “You fucking pervert, stay the Hell away from us. Or I’m gonna—”
Concern. In her face. Most of her body was still underneath the blanket, though her right breast was exposed. Nothing I hadn’t seen before, but even now it made me scoff just how much bigger she was than me. For now.
“The Hell did you do to me? Ayden. Ayden! Get me out of here! Ayden?!”
Mace turned her head—by my design, the only part of her body that remained flexible, and her eyes widened. Ayden was fast asleep, like a baby. “Ayden you moron, snoozing at a time like this?! I need you to—”
“Sister, dear,” I cooed, dropping to a squat at her bedside. Mace turned to face me, and for the first time, I felt the satisfaction of her panic.
“What... did you do to me...?”
I grinned, and I laid my hand on her frizzy, jet-black hair that shrouded her temple. If all went well, this would be the last time I ever interacted with her, so I might as well extract a measure of pleasure from it. The times we shared weren’t... all bad. Just mostly bad.
Anyway, her question went thoroughly ignored. “Do you remember the last thing you said to me?”
Mace’s eyebrows raised, which in this position technically meant they journeyed sideways. “Um, no? I haven’t seen your ass since last night, why would I remember that?”
“So you don’t remember calling me a waste of space? Or a failure? Or a ‘horny-ass’?”
Mace rolled her eyes. “I mean, you are, but no. When the fuck would I have said that? Listen, Deka, if you drugged me or something then I swear to God I’m gonna kick your—”
Mace disappeared.
The squeaking sound that punctuated her disappearance only made my grin grow wider and wider as I dug underneath the now-limp sheets before my hands closed around something spindly. The tiny thing jerked and squirmed and fought me at every step, but as I’ve become intimately familiar with, it was hard to fight back against something this much bigger than you.
“WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK?!” Mace squealed as I held her by the arm, between my thumb and forefinger. “DEKA WHAT DID YOU DO, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?! DEKA? DEKA, WHAT DID--”
Once again, I ignored her.
I set my sights on Ayden. Sleeping. Gently.
The man was almost thirty, but aside from the stubble on his chin he still had a hell of a baby face. Few of my crushes have been appropriate for my age, but at least this crush wasn’t, strictly speaking, illegal on my end. Besides, Ayden was too good for a witch like Mace.
With a serpentine grin, I pulled the blanket back, revealing his toned abs, muscular thighs, and—above all—a massive, snake-like cock.
“Oh, I, um… hm.”
Was it, technically speaking, the first dick I’d seen before? Ahm… not… really? But somehow catching glimpses of Cary’s little nub in the family changing rooms at the YMCA just wasn’t the same. Ayden’s was a proper, masculine dick; a seven-inch juggernaut that seemed to stick straight up into the air like an obelisk, it glistened with precum, sweat, and perhaps a not insignificant amount of Mace’s own juices.
“Boy… howdy…” I whispered, and I reached out to touch it like I might touch a hot flame.
“DEKA YOU FUCKING FREAK, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND?!”
As always, I ignored her. My fingertips traversed the crown, and when I pulled back, a meager thread of still glistening precum came with it. The spell I’d cast was so far unbroken—Ayden continued to snore peacefully, so he wouldn’t have anything to say about me as I lifted my fingers to my mouth… and licked.
Everything they have to say about the flavor was both true and not true at the same time. It was an acquired taste… but still, something about it felt right. I tried to push the thought I was licking some of my sister’s discharge out of my mind as I smacked my lips and continued to observe the ever-tightening coil of Ayden’s cock, and the pinkish slit at its peak that dribbled cloudy nectar.
My hand went on autopilot as I seated myself on the bed. The action was monotonous, but meditative, and though nobody here was in any position to judge my performance, the way the cock hardened in my undulating grip was all the info I needed to know I had a knack for this kind of thing. With infrequent traipses to the slit to better lubricate my hand with the sticky pre, I looked down at the opening, wondering precisely how this would work, all the while Mace continued to struggle and squirm in my offhand. It was incredible how easy it was to ignore someone when they were an inch tall.
The slit was a tight thing that dilated at irregular intervals. I didn’t know exactly what it would be like for Macy going down... but I knew that I’d make it work, one way or another.
“Well… Mace… Macy… Menshika.” I lifted my hand before my face and opened my palm. My sister, naked as the day she was born, sprawled out across the crisscrossing lines and panted. Her screams had tuckered her out, but she still glared at me with a combination of utter hate… and fear.
Mace feared me.
I could just smile. Good.
“So, you’re probably wondering what the everloving fuck is happening, aren’tcha?” I said, injecting as much pep into my voice as possible. “Well, frankly, I would love to be able to explain it myself. And maybe one day I’ll be able to do that. But, ahm, right now… I love the idea of you spending the rest of your life inside of a ballsac more.”
And it seemed at that point Mace finally looked over the edge of my fingers. My hand continued its work, slicked up with cummy lube as it pumped up and down, up and down Ayden’s staff spurting out slow-moving globules that were scooped up by my hand and integrated into the lubrication effort. The slit itself continued its constant winking, tightening up and relaxing as more and more of the milky sludge worked against gravity and erupted from the hole, ripe for me to collect and spread further along the shimmering member.
Finally, I slowed down my pumping. It was time.
“This... this has to be a dream,” Mace whispered. She leaned over the rim of my palm, transfixed, mouth ajar in utter awe as the turgid cock greeted her from below, coming closer, and closer. “There’s no way this is real.”
“Oh, it’s real,” I assured my former sister. “It’s a bit funny, isn’t it? When I tested out my new powers, there was, like, this weird thing where nobody actually notices the changes I make, or if they do notice, then it’s perceived as normal. Cool, right? Imagine waking up tiny in my hands, thinking that’s the way it’s always been. It would be neat to keep you in a jar…”
I brought my face down reeeeeal close to Mace as I prepared my next statement—this was the last time I’d talk to the bitch if all went well, so this had to be good and dramatic. By instinct, my sister scrambled back; she challenged the edge, where beneath her Ayden’s erect cock spelled her imminent doom. She was shaking, and I could just make out the tears that speckled my sister’s face.
So, I finished, “But… that just didn’t feel quite right this time. The idea that you could just live in blissful ignorance like everyone else after all the shit you put me through. That’s why… I made sure that you, out of everyone would remember this.” My face split into a grin so great, it hurt. “That you’ll remember me. Remember what life was like before I gained this power,” I purred.
And I clumped my hand into a fist, grabbing Mace’s arm once more and dangling her scrambling form above the cock.
Mace belted, “P-Please! Help! HELP! DON’T DO THIS! D-DEKA, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, JUST PLEASE DON’T—”
Mace’s bare feet touched the slit, and in twisting disgust she jerked her legs away. She looked up at me like a baby searching for answers.
So, like the God I now was, I smiled at my beloved subject. And, with a single push of my finger, I shoved the girl down the slit.
Ayden squirmed himself, jerking and jumping in his sleep as something big, rowdy, and pleasurable began the arduous journey down that 7-inch fuckpole. Mace herself had been jammed into the staff with such recklessness that rather than slithering down like a frog down the throat of a snake, she was stuffed down in a weird, fetal, rotating mess of screaming limbs and body parts, creating a slow-moving lump as the slit shut around her body and enveloped her completely.
Down...
Down...
Down went the bane of my existence, tiny and terrified. But I wasn’t done yet.
Once Mace’s body was no longer a visible lump in the shaft, I knew I needed to feel this for myself. Wrapping one hand around Ayden’s slick-backed dick, I began the new-to-me process of stroking it.
“Wow... I can tell why dudes love this so much,” I whispered. Doing it to someone else was fun enough—having your very own pleasure-inducing joystick to crank at literally any time must’ve been absolutely divine, and I couldn’t believe just how much I got into it, feeling the already massive cock expand (without any magical aid from myself, mind you) from seven, to eight, nearly nine whole inches, the reddish tip now a silvery shiny crown as the item throbbed and twitched and slobbered out pre that lubed up my hand more and more until it exploded, the white stuff spurting out with no rhyme, reason, or direction, painting the blankets, the pillows, the nightstand, me (just a bit on my face and hands, though), as it ejected more and more baby-making material.
When the ejaculation ceased, the cock hadn’t quite gone flaccid. I tapped its erect form with my finger a bit, and it shot up a few centimeters again. Whether that was just Ayden’s own stamina, or if the presence of Mace inside the balls acted as some sort of permanent, internal aphrodisiac, I couldn’t say. But, with a single wish, Mace could ponder that for the rest of her undying life inside the balls of her former boyfriend as she treaded cum. Forever.
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“I... h-huh?”
Ayden opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw... was me. I was looking down at him with a dour expression, my cheeks puffed up. God, I really hope I can keep from breaking out into laughter, this is gonna be so good.
“So, you see, Ayden, it wasn’t you, it was her. She said she wanted someone with a blue denim jacket instead of a black leather one. Your Snapchat game just wasn’t on fleek enough, and you smelled slightly too much of cranberries. Macy hated cranberries.”
“H-huhhh?” Still groggy, Ayden lifted himself up into a hunch. “W-what happened this morning?”
“She dumped you, remember? I walked in on you two right when it was happening!” I exclaimed, perhaps with just a bit too much excitement. But magic-induced memory alteration was enough to make Ayden believe it—and so, it became reality. Even if technically speaking Mace knew the actual truth, she didn’t exactly have an avenue to contest this version of events anymore.
“God... fuck,” Ayden dipped his head in his hands with so much sorrow... I almost felt bad. “She was my dream girl! How am I supposed to live without her?”
“Oh, come, now,” I said, taking a seat next to him and planting a cum-stained hand on his shoulder. “Chin up. Hey, I’ll tell you what Mace said. She said that your cock? Absolutely superb. Not a one like it anywhere in the city. With a dick like that, you could have any girl you wanted!”
“...any girl?”
I gave him a thumbs-up. “Abso-hecking-lutely! Plenty of fish in the sea, and all that. In fact, I guarantee you that if you use that dick of yours every morning, noon, and night, as much and as often as possible, in as many holes as possible... well, who knows what could happen!”
That was enough for Ayden to give me at least a weird little glance, but after being struck by what looked like a half-second migraine, his expression changed from confusion... to confidence. “Hey... something about that... sounds... accurate. You know, you’re pretty wise for a teenager.”
“Well, one of us girls has to be,” I said, giving her a smile. “So go on, get dressed, and find your next conquest! I know you’ll get your hands on a special woman in no time.” Another cum-stained pat on the back.
“Yeah... yeah I will! I will, um, do that!”
Ayden didn’t seem to mind my presence as he grabbed his shirt, pants, and underwear and slid them on. I took a special interest as the unsoftening cock was soon obscured by his Calvin Kleins. Once the pants were on, it’d take a trained eye to effectively notice the perma-boner attached to his hip, but it was still there.
“Take care, Deka. Hey, I don’t mind if you ever call me later with some more of that inspiration, you know?”
“Oh, I know,” I said cheerily. “Drive safe!”
The motorcycle sped off. And with it, the single worst presence in my life.
This was it.
This was the moment where I was supposed to reverse everything, restore Mace, tell her ‘sorry’, and laugh it off like we were just kids again. This was the moment where I was supposed to finally learn the lesson about responsibility and absolute power and forgiveness. This was the point where the catch was supposed to come in—maybe the power had a price. Maybe the catch would be my guilt. Anything. Something.
But when I flopped down on Mace’s old bed...
I realized.
I am... strangely absent of guilt.
In fact, I wasn’t even tired. I was invigorated.
A few moments later, I was pulling my bike out of the shed and pointlessly equipping my helmet and kneepads, and pedaling down the still-morning lanes of lavender-tinged trees. Ayden was a cool guy and all, and I wouldn’t say no to being on the receiving end of that pole one of these days. But right now, my heart belonged to exactly one person, and one person truly.
It was time to see what Cary was up to.
A Sister's Pitiful End
“AHHHHHH!!!”
Immediately, I looked down at my pants. They were clean, which is honestly a lot better than I expected.
Maybe… maybe it was a dream after all.
Then I realized where I was. And though I can’t describe it in any sort of detail that could possibly do it justice, you can be certain it was nowhere on Earth. The only thing keeping me from freaking the fuck out was the fact I could recognize this place. And I could recognize the creature in front of me as well.
“Oh… it’s you…”
The response came quickly and seemed to have been inserted directly into my head.
“I’m… sorry I didn’t believe you the first time. Look, I get some weird dreams, okay? I mean, it’s not your fault but can you blame me for being skeptical? Like, I still don’t know why you chose me of all people for this.”
I crossed my arms and tapped my foot and hoped that whatever this thing was could interpret that as a sign of annoyance. When it answered, my face drooped.
“What the— what the hell did that even mean? Hey, hey wait! Where are you going? Come ba—"
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“AHHHHH!!!”
I was sprawled out in the back of a car.
“AHHHHHH!!”
“Ugh, Jesus Christ, Deka!”
Wait. This was Mace’s car.
“I’m… what the… when did you…” My head was a swirling mess right now. Knowing what I now know, I felt the inclination to make a wish, but I could barely formulate any thoughts at all, much less any thoughts cogent enough to do what I wanted to do without backfiring.
Mace ignored my question and asked one of her own. “Do you know how much this little stunt pissed me off? Do you know how long I’ve been out driving around looking for you? Do you know how much Mom has been getting on my arse? And what about setting an example for Cary, huh? Did you ever think about that? Or were you too sucked into that gross-ass fanfiction like you always are for you to even give a shit about anyone other than yourself? Huh? Huh, Deka?”
Sitting up was a longer ordeal than I anticipated, and my sister’s rant hung in midair for a long time before my head was even on straight. I guess getting beamed to an outer plane takes a toll on a girl.
“Deka? Deka can you fucking answer me?”
I cast a glance sideways, but I doubted she could even see it. I muttered to myself “I wish I were in the front seat.”
Then, I was. I was! I was right next to Mace, seatbelt and all. The transition gave me whiplash, and the briefest bit of nausea, but I had successfully teleported to the front.
“What are you even talking about? You are in the front seat, dumbass.” This might’ve been a mistake.
Menshika, or Macy to her friends, was a lot of the things I was, and a lot of things I wasn’t. Essentially the total package. We had the same hair type, but she actually cared about getting it done consistently, and she spent dozens of hours and hundreds of dollars a month to keep it that way. We had the same light brown skin, but whereas mine was pit-marked by acne scars, hers was beautifully flawless with makeup and foundation. We had the same brains, but whereas she’d used it to further her education and major in biomechanical engineering, I had been using it to write elaborate macro yaoi smut featuring cartoon characters up until circa a few hours ago. Mace was what I could’ve been, but decided I didn’t want to be. And look at all I had to show for it.
I sunk a bit into my seat and crossed my arms. “Did you drop Cary off?”
“Ugh, you don’t remember, moron? He spent the night at a friend’s house.”
“I don’t remember that happening...” And it was a shame. I hadn’t seen the kiddo in almost 24 hours by now. Of my two siblings, seeing him would’ve most lifted my spirits.
“Of course you don’t! You’ve had your hand in your pants for the past 8 hours! I had to haul your horny ass into the passenger seat by myself!” Mace’s driving was getting more aggressive; we were starting to speed back into the subdivision. “God fucking dammit. You’re just lucky Mom decided not to take any of this out on you. But guess who picked up the short end of the stick, Deka. M-E. I did.”
I leaned my temple against the window glass, and I recoiled. I hissed through my teeth. God… fuck this. I don’t even know why I was enduring it this long; I’m God now. I looked adamantly at a piece of lint hanging from her shoulder. “You’re really never gonna shut up about this sort of stuff?”
“I’ll ‘shut up’ about it when you finally decide to take responsibility for yourself. You’re sixteen years old; I’m not going to be here forever. But I can’t go off and live with Ayden because I know that I’ll always need to be here to keep you out of trouble. Do you know how that feels, Deka? You know how frustrating it is that my life has been on hold for years because I need to look after a waste of space like you? A failure?”
She turned the car off and glowered at me, before opening the door and hopping out. “The answer is ‘very’.” The car door slammed and I was once again alone with my thoughts.
My mind gets scrambled when I’m getting chewed out. I’ve spent 16 years under that self-righteous bitch. That sort of thing is hard to program out of a gal, even post-reality warping magic. But still, a little nugget of something did plant itself into my brain.
I didn’t have what it takes quite yet to pull a Ms. Sondra on her. But I could give her what she wanted. But first…
I took a deep breath. I looked at the time in the car. 9:27 AM… Jesus, how long was I asleep?
Never mind that. I gathered my thoughts, and I condensed them into a wish.
The wish was only coherent in my mind for a second before it was made manifest, and I watched as the clock ticked back. 26. 25. 24. The numbers dropped, and the light that streamed through the windows and the trees regained their early morning lavender blush. My heart pounded as my spell continued, and it did not stop until it landed squarely on 8:30.
In only a moment, I had gained mastery over time.
“Holy crap… holy crap, holy crap, holy crap…” I got out of the car as a vibrating wreck, and I took a look around the neighborhood. A couple of early morning joggers, but otherwise it was dead silent. Mom’s car was right next to Mace’s. If I had played my cards right, this would be before Mace typically wakes up, but after the incident at the school. The way I figured it, that would decrease the chance of any paradox shenanigans, assuming that was something I had to worry about.
I tiptoed to the front door and undid the lock. Poking my head into our kitchen, I called out, “Hello?”
No response.
I took off my shoes and left them on the rack, closing the door behind me. It was quieter than usual. “Mace? Mom?”
I was a bit more cautious than I usually was, though I don’t really know why. Shadows seemed to lurk behind every shrine in the mandir, from Krishna to Lakshmi. If I had accidentally introduced some sort of extradimensional being through tampering with the space-time continuum, they had yet to reveal themselves, but that didn’t make me any less paranoid.
I made it to Mace’s room and stopped just short of rapping my knuckles over the oaken door. I could’ve sworn I heard… a voice. A voice that sounded – well, I can’t put my finger on exactly where I’d heard it before, but it definitely wasn’t a TV, a phone, or a member of the family.
I knocked. “Mace? You in there?”
More voices. Hushed, but audible. The shifting of blankets. Oh God… there was no way this was happening.
I grabbed the doorknob and turned it. Upon encountering resistance, I merely willed the knob to unlock, and lo and behold.
“Fuck, Deka?! How did you get in here?!”
Mace was naked, in bed, and pulling up her blankets to cover her chest. Next to her, equally naked and extremely confused, was…
“Ah… um… hey, Ayden. Am I… interrupting something--”
“YES, you are!” Mace screamed, and she launched a pillow at my head.
“AIE!” I ducked, and the pillow landed harmlessly in the hallway.
Ayden was turning to Mace, and he was muttering in that half-whisper, half-normal-speaking voice, “I thought that you said nobody would be bothering us in the morning.”
Mace groaned. “I did, because I was under the assumption this little shit would be too gone to hear us. When did you even get back in the house?”
“I… well… just… just now, actually.”
Mace pulled the blankets up closer to cover her breasts, but Ayden squabbled for the blanket himself, leaving the job half-complete. There was a thin sheen of sweat on her face, and I could tell not all of it was from exertion. She was concerned. “Does Mom know you’re home?” she asked.
“I didn’t see her,” I said, truthfully. “But, like, what’s the problem? So you two are screwing. Big whoop. Return to your business if you want, I don’t really care.”
Curiosity sated, I was halfway out the door when another pillow hit the back of my head.
“You’re gonna run out of those, you know?” I turned and saw Mace looking at me with pure disgust on her face. “You… you okay, sis?”
“You’re not going to tell Mom about this.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.
I shrugged. “Um, okay?” My sister screwing Ayden was no secret to me, though I’d never known her to do it in our own house before. It was always under the guise of a study date, or a movie date, or a lunch date.
Just as I was about to put my hands up in conciliation, I remembered that I’m technically God, now, and I smirked and crossed my arms.
“And why shouldn’t I?”
Ayden just looked at the both of us strangely, gathering up the blankets that coated his lower half. “I’m, uh, I can leave if you two want—”
“No!!” we both screamed at him, shocking him into stunned silence. Ayden may look like a punk, but he’s a wimp at heart. Pliable. That’s what Mace loved about him, and frankly, I get it. But no matter; I needed him here for my plan.
“Deka, just get the fuck out,” Mace said again, rolling her eyes. “I’ll, I don’t fucking know, drive you to Hot Topic or wherever the fuck you shop these days.”
“Mace!” I chagrined with faux shock. “I do most of my shopping at Box Lunch, now. But no, I’m not particularly interested in what you have to give me anymore.”
I approached with slow, steady footsteps.
Mace squirmed, and she glared daggers at me before growling, “You fucking pervert, stay the Hell away from us. Or I’m gonna—”
Concern. In her face. Most of her body was still underneath the blanket, though her right breast was exposed. Nothing I hadn’t seen before, but even now it made me scoff just how much bigger she was than me. For now.
“The Hell did you do to me? Ayden. Ayden! Get me out of here! Ayden?!”
Mace turned her head—by my design, the only part of her body that remained flexible, and her eyes widened. Ayden was fast asleep, like a baby. “Ayden you moron, snoozing at a time like this?! I need you to—”
“Sister, dear,” I cooed, dropping to a squat at her bedside. Mace turned to face me, and for the first time, I felt the satisfaction of her panic.
“What... did you do to me...?”
I grinned, and I laid my hand on her frizzy, jet-black hair that shrouded her temple. If all went well, this would be the last time I ever interacted with her, so I might as well extract a measure of pleasure from it. The times we shared weren’t... all bad. Just mostly bad.
Anyway, her question went thoroughly ignored. “Do you remember the last thing you said to me?”
Mace’s eyebrows raised, which in this position technically meant they journeyed sideways. “Um, no? I haven’t seen your ass since last night, why would I remember that?”
“So you don’t remember calling me a waste of space? Or a failure? Or a ‘horny-ass’?”
Mace rolled her eyes. “I mean, you are, but no. When the fuck would I have said that? Listen, Deka, if you drugged me or something then I swear to God I’m gonna kick your—”
Mace disappeared.
The squeaking sound that punctuated her disappearance only made my grin grow wider and wider as I dug underneath the now-limp sheets before my hands closed around something spindly. The tiny thing jerked and squirmed and fought me at every step, but as I’ve become intimately familiar with, it was hard to fight back against something this much bigger than you.
“WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK?!” Mace squealed as I held her by the arm, between my thumb and forefinger. “DEKA WHAT DID YOU DO, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?! DEKA? DEKA, WHAT DID--”
Once again, I ignored her.
I set my sights on Ayden. Sleeping. Gently.
The man was almost thirty, but aside from the stubble on his chin he still had a hell of a baby face. Few of my crushes have been appropriate for my age, but at least this crush wasn’t, strictly speaking, illegal on my end. Besides, Ayden was too good for a witch like Mace.
With a serpentine grin, I pulled the blanket back, revealing his toned abs, muscular thighs, and—above all—a massive, snake-like cock.
“Oh, I, um… hm.”
Was it, technically speaking, the first dick I’d seen before? Ahm… not… really? But somehow catching glimpses of Cary’s little nub in the family changing rooms at the YMCA just wasn’t the same. Ayden’s was a proper, masculine dick; a seven-inch juggernaut that seemed to stick straight up into the air like an obelisk, it glistened with precum, sweat, and perhaps a not insignificant amount of Mace’s own juices.
“Boy… howdy…” I whispered, and I reached out to touch it like I might touch a hot flame.
“DEKA YOU FUCKING FREAK, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND?!”
As always, I ignored her. My fingertips traversed the crown, and when I pulled back, a meager thread of still glistening precum came with it. The spell I’d cast was so far unbroken—Ayden continued to snore peacefully, so he wouldn’t have anything to say about me as I lifted my fingers to my mouth… and licked.
Everything they have to say about the flavor was both true and not true at the same time. It was an acquired taste… but still, something about it felt right. I tried to push the thought I was licking some of my sister’s discharge out of my mind as I smacked my lips and continued to observe the ever-tightening coil of Ayden’s cock, and the pinkish slit at its peak that dribbled cloudy nectar.
My hand went on autopilot as I seated myself on the bed. The action was monotonous, but meditative, and though nobody here was in any position to judge my performance, the way the cock hardened in my undulating grip was all the info I needed to know I had a knack for this kind of thing. With infrequent traipses to the slit to better lubricate my hand with the sticky pre, I looked down at the opening, wondering precisely how this would work, all the while Mace continued to struggle and squirm in my offhand. It was incredible how easy it was to ignore someone when they were an inch tall.
The slit was a tight thing that dilated at irregular intervals. I didn’t know exactly what it would be like for Macy going down... but I knew that I’d make it work, one way or another.
“Well… Mace… Macy… Menshika.” I lifted my hand before my face and opened my palm. My sister, naked as the day she was born, sprawled out across the crisscrossing lines and panted. Her screams had tuckered her out, but she still glared at me with a combination of utter hate… and fear.
Mace feared me.
I could just smile. Good.
“So, you’re probably wondering what the everloving fuck is happening, aren’tcha?” I said, injecting as much pep into my voice as possible. “Well, frankly, I would love to be able to explain it myself. And maybe one day I’ll be able to do that. But, ahm, right now… I love the idea of you spending the rest of your life inside of a ballsac more.”
And it seemed at that point Mace finally looked over the edge of my fingers. My hand continued its work, slicked up with cummy lube as it pumped up and down, up and down Ayden’s staff spurting out slow-moving globules that were scooped up by my hand and integrated into the lubrication effort. The slit itself continued its constant winking, tightening up and relaxing as more and more of the milky sludge worked against gravity and erupted from the hole, ripe for me to collect and spread further along the shimmering member.
Finally, I slowed down my pumping. It was time.
“This... this has to be a dream,” Mace whispered. She leaned over the rim of my palm, transfixed, mouth ajar in utter awe as the turgid cock greeted her from below, coming closer, and closer. “There’s no way this is real.”
“Oh, it’s real,” I assured my former sister. “It’s a bit funny, isn’t it? When I tested out my new powers, there was, like, this weird thing where nobody actually notices the changes I make, or if they do notice, then it’s perceived as normal. Cool, right? Imagine waking up tiny in my hands, thinking that’s the way it’s always been. It would be neat to keep you in a jar…”
I brought my face down reeeeeal close to Mace as I prepared my next statement—this was the last time I’d talk to the bitch if all went well, so this had to be good and dramatic. By instinct, my sister scrambled back; she challenged the edge, where beneath her Ayden’s erect cock spelled her imminent doom. She was shaking, and I could just make out the tears that speckled my sister’s face.
So, I finished, “But… that just didn’t feel quite right this time. The idea that you could just live in blissful ignorance like everyone else after all the shit you put me through. That’s why… I made sure that you, out of everyone would remember this.” My face split into a grin so great, it hurt. “That you’ll remember me. Remember what life was like before I gained this power,” I purred.
And I clumped my hand into a fist, grabbing Mace’s arm once more and dangling her scrambling form above the cock.
Mace belted, “P-Please! Help! HELP! DON’T DO THIS! D-DEKA, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, JUST PLEASE DON’T—”
Mace’s bare feet touched the slit, and in twisting disgust she jerked her legs away. She looked up at me like a baby searching for answers.
So, like the God I now was, I smiled at my beloved subject. And, with a single push of my finger, I shoved the girl down the slit.
Ayden squirmed himself, jerking and jumping in his sleep as something big, rowdy, and pleasurable began the arduous journey down that 7-inch fuckpole. Mace herself had been jammed into the staff with such recklessness that rather than slithering down like a frog down the throat of a snake, she was stuffed down in a weird, fetal, rotating mess of screaming limbs and body parts, creating a slow-moving lump as the slit shut around her body and enveloped her completely.
Down...
Down...
Down went the bane of my existence, tiny and terrified. But I wasn’t done yet.
Once Mace’s body was no longer a visible lump in the shaft, I knew I needed to feel this for myself. Wrapping one hand around Ayden’s slick-backed dick, I began the new-to-me process of stroking it.
“Wow... I can tell why dudes love this so much,” I whispered. Doing it to someone else was fun enough—having your very own pleasure-inducing joystick to crank at literally any time must’ve been absolutely divine, and I couldn’t believe just how much I got into it, feeling the already massive cock expand (without any magical aid from myself, mind you) from seven, to eight, nearly nine whole inches, the reddish tip now a silvery shiny crown as the item throbbed and twitched and slobbered out pre that lubed up my hand more and more until it exploded, the white stuff spurting out with no rhyme, reason, or direction, painting the blankets, the pillows, the nightstand, me (just a bit on my face and hands, though), as it ejected more and more baby-making material.
When the ejaculation ceased, the cock hadn’t quite gone flaccid. I tapped its erect form with my finger a bit, and it shot up a few centimeters again. Whether that was just Ayden’s own stamina, or if the presence of Mace inside the balls acted as some sort of permanent, internal aphrodisiac, I couldn’t say. But, with a single wish, Mace could ponder that for the rest of her undying life inside the balls of her former boyfriend as she treaded cum. Forever.
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“I... h-huh?”
Ayden opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw... was me. I was looking down at him with a dour expression, my cheeks puffed up. God, I really hope I can keep from breaking out into laughter, this is gonna be so good.
“So, you see, Ayden, it wasn’t you, it was her. She said she wanted someone with a blue denim jacket instead of a black leather one. Your Snapchat game just wasn’t on fleek enough, and you smelled slightly too much of cranberries. Macy hated cranberries.”
“H-huhhh?” Still groggy, Ayden lifted himself up into a hunch. “W-what happened this morning?”
“She dumped you, remember? I walked in on you two right when it was happening!” I exclaimed, perhaps with just a bit too much excitement. But magic-induced memory alteration was enough to make Ayden believe it—and so, it became reality. Even if technically speaking Mace knew the actual truth, she didn’t exactly have an avenue to contest this version of events anymore.
“God... fuck,” Ayden dipped his head in his hands with so much sorrow... I almost felt bad. “She was my dream girl! How am I supposed to live without her?”
“Oh, come, now,” I said, taking a seat next to him and planting a cum-stained hand on his shoulder. “Chin up. Hey, I’ll tell you what Mace said. She said that your cock? Absolutely superb. Not a one like it anywhere in the city. With a dick like that, you could have any girl you wanted!”
“...any girl?”
I gave him a thumbs-up. “Abso-hecking-lutely! Plenty of fish in the sea, and all that. In fact, I guarantee you that if you use that dick of yours every morning, noon, and night, as much and as often as possible, in as many holes as possible... well, who knows what could happen!”
That was enough for Ayden to give me at least a weird little glance, but after being struck by what looked like a half-second migraine, his expression changed from confusion... to confidence. “Hey... something about that... sounds... accurate. You know, you’re pretty wise for a teenager.”
“Well, one of us girls has to be,” I said, giving her a smile. “So go on, get dressed, and find your next conquest! I know you’ll get your hands on a special woman in no time.” Another cum-stained pat on the back.
“Yeah... yeah I will! I will, um, do that!”
Ayden didn’t seem to mind my presence as he grabbed his shirt, pants, and underwear and slid them on. I took a special interest as the unsoftening cock was soon obscured by his Calvin Kleins. Once the pants were on, it’d take a trained eye to effectively notice the perma-boner attached to his hip, but it was still there.
“Take care, Deka. Hey, I don’t mind if you ever call me later with some more of that inspiration, you know?”
“Oh, I know,” I said cheerily. “Drive safe!”
The motorcycle sped off. And with it, the single worst presence in my life.
This was it.
This was the moment where I was supposed to reverse everything, restore Mace, tell her ‘sorry’, and laugh it off like we were just kids again. This was the moment where I was supposed to finally learn the lesson about responsibility and absolute power and forgiveness. This was the point where the catch was supposed to come in—maybe the power had a price. Maybe the catch would be my guilt. Anything. Something.
But when I flopped down on Mace’s old bed...
I realized.
I am... strangely absent of guilt.
In fact, I wasn’t even tired. I was invigorated.
A few moments later, I was pulling my bike out of the shed and pointlessly equipping my helmet and kneepads, and pedaling down the still-morning lanes of lavender-tinged trees. Ayden was a cool guy and all, and I wouldn’t say no to being on the receiving end of that pole one of these days. But right now, my heart belonged to exactly one person, and one person truly.
It was time to see what Cary was up to.