"Nic, go blow one of those guys."

You expect - hope, even - that she'll curse you out and ask what the hell you're talking about. Or at least look at you like you're mad.

"Ok!" She hops up - three heads by the fence plus your own watch as her chest bounces up with her - and springs over the grass towards the fence.

Fuck.

So it is true. Unless there's something else going on here, or... something else else, anyway, people are going to follow orders around here. At least it's something you can use yourself... but then it's also going to work on you, too. You shift uneasily. There's no desire to lie down now, that seems to be gone entirely. But then, it wasn't like there was a desire to do what Nicole said when you did. You just... did it. It seems like it's weaker than whatever happened to your sister. It didn't just suddenly change everything like it did your body earlier.

You're wondering how best to avoid the effects of it when the cheers from a short distance away return your attention to what you just did.

Sprinting over the grass you quickly find yourself next to the fence, alongside a kneeling Nic and the guy she's picked to blow over on your side with his pants around his ankles. His friend look on, a mix of shock and surprise rapidly being replaced by joy and lust in equal measure. Whoops.

You reach out to shake your friend away. "Nic, you have to - "

"Hey, gorgeous." One of the guys now hopping the fence to take their turns looks you over while his buddy's attention is rapt on Nicole. "Don't worry, there's plenty of us." His gaze never leaves your bounteous cleavage. "How about a titjob?"

There's a flaw in your plan, really. Maybe you just weren't thinking it through, but you probably should have at least come up with some idea what a few randy guys were going to say to you. You could've run up there with your fingers in your ears, at least, or just shouted at Nic from where you were.

Of course, since by the time these ideas occur to you you're already kneeling next to Nic, the guy's pants undone, and you're lifting your top clear of your head. Even the guy getting sucked off by Nic turns to watch, an admiring glint in his eye. "Damn, girl! Shake those titties!"

And so it is that while you give your order for the guys to go away you can't help but feel your authority is undermined somewhat by your determined, sexy wiggling and the way your boobs are bouncing all over your chest.

Luckily for you, whatever's in the air that's causing the mass obeying seems to affect guys, as well, and the three don't even wait to re-buckle their pants before they start to heave back over the fence and shuffle off. You grab Nic's arm as her mouth follows the retreating cock as best she can - and with a quick "Don't suck that guy off!" you pull her back to the side of the pool. Her smile and wide eyes follow you all the while; if she sees anything strange about what you just told her to do and then told her to not do, she doesn't show it.

You sit back on your lounger and consider. It's been... an education. You pick up Nic's sunglasses, left lying on the grass next to her lounger, offering Nic a brief "You don't mind." when she objects, and examine them, your mind flashing back to earlier. When the guy with the cheerleaders had purple-flashed them, and it hadn't affected you, for a moment you thought it might have been the glass between you and them that had protected you.... but if sunglasses didn't protect Nic from this light, it's unlikely that was what did it.

Putting them down carefully, you stand up again; with a grimace you feel dampness against your chest, and you look down to see the spots on your top which show you're lactating again. At least you know a little more now. And all for the price of a blowjob. Hopefully continuing your understanding isn't going to require more hands-on experience like that. For now, though, you've got another question to ask yourself. You came here to check on Nic - and she's fine, or at least as fine as anyone else around here. If you left her here you could tell her not to sunbathe, try to keep her in her room, but judging by how quickly commands wore off for you she probably won't stay there. For safety's sake you could bring her with you as you try and figure out what's going on. It'd always be useful to have her around - two heads are better than one, even if in Nic's case it's probably more like three-quarters of one. And, guiltily as you look into her guileless eyes, you think that as easier as it would be to get around on your own, having a... well... "decoy" might be helpful at times.