13 - Meanwhile, on the TV stand

Matt sat beside the TV, angrily vibrating. His little rubber body didn't need sleep, so he had been fully conscious since Lauren had left him there the night before. The television still silently asked: "Are you still watching Star Wars: Rebels?"

He replayed the evening in his mind for the thousandth time. When the app had appeared, totally without warning, on his phone, it came with a message.

"Welcome, Player One!

WorldMaster: Party Mode is the latest world-twisting Reality Entertainment Product from WorldFucker Software Concepts! We're excited to offer you the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kick off one of WorldFucker's Multiverse-famous reality-altering games, right here in your own home worldstream! Compete for points, and a chance to become The Winner! Are you ready?"

He'd hesitated at first, when he saw the command prompt. Of course it was a joke, or a virus, or something, right? But he had to try it. What did he actually want? Sex? Money? Sex?

He thought of his crush, or everyone's crush, really, from high school. He'd seen her on campus, in freshman year. She hadn't noticed him once, all his life.

"Lauren Brown from the softball team is my dorm roommate."

And she walked in the door, still damp from the tropical rain, in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans just like girls always wore these days. Everything changed in that moment.

Her wet brown hair clung beautifully against the sides of her face, adapting itself, as ever, to look perfect in any condition. It reflected the cool dorm room light in a gorgeous sheen as the rain beaded off it. Her makeup had followed suit, reddening her cheeks and lips, and complementing her eyes with thin, dark mascara that looked like it was just on the edge of running. She was tired, dirty, and perfectly beautiful. She walked by like he didn't even exist.

But, the app worked.

Matt had since realized he was out over his skis, at this point. He'd had a lot of time for hindsight, sitting on the TV stand and buzzing to himself.

"Lauren has to do what I tell her to."

He'd called her, and she'd come. He told her to show him her breasts. She did.

Four of them. The mythical Lauren Brown quad-boobs which had graced the dreams and rumors of years of high school, which, together with her magically self-perfecting hair and makeup, had made Lauren an unattainable, ethereal object of desire. He told her to give him a show.

She was awkward, angry, and, it pained him to admit it, a little small. But he had the world in his hands.

"Lauren has huge, perfect, sensitive tits that she loves showing off."

'Huge,' he realized, was a little vague. But he wasn't disappointed. The four bouncing, sweaty basketballs which greeted him were beyond his most fevered late-night imaginings, as was the moaning, erotic enthusiasm from the Lauren Brown that now stood before him.

As she massaged and pinched and shook at the knees, all Matt could think of was what to change next.

"Lauren is my loyal, horny sex ****?" Too far. And a little redundant. She already had to follow his commands.

"Lauren is my devoted, loving girlfriend?" Maybe. But that felt too easy.

"Lauren has a secret crush on me that will slowly increase and turn to love with time."

Looking back, it was embarrassing. But he was lonely, and hopeless, and a romantic.

He hit enter, and heard the loud BZZZT! sound that signaled his command had failed. He had just enough time to read the penalty message before he felt himself falling.

Somehow he could still see, hear, and smell without the appropriate sense organs. He was on the ground, and he couldn't move, save for a ****, panicked, pulsing vibration. His skin, or rather, his shiny pink rubber surface, was alive with sensation. With every pulse of his vibrating motor, he could feel the tickle of the tight, pilled carpet against him.

When Lauren picked him up, the touch of her hand was electric, a kind of ****, intense stimulation that felt like pleasure and need. He was afraid, afraid of the power of the app which had transformed him, afraid of Lauren discovering what he had done, afraid of the sheer physicality of the girl who was now several times his size, handling him like some object. But he needed to be used. He needed to be inside her, her pussy or her mouth or just nestled in between her big, sensitive tits. It was more than the simple lust he had felt before. It was purpose. He was a dildo now, and he needed to be used.

When she kissed him on his little rubber cock head, he felt a soul-filling anticipation at the touch of her soft, red lips. He vibrated intensely with anticipation, his only remaining way of conveying the emotion that filled his body. And then she left him on the TV stand.

He had lost track of the hours since then. He had no need for food or water or sleep, and remained awake through the night, waiting. A little after sunrise, Lauren had emerged from her room, already dressed, and left without sparing him more than a brief, inscrutable glance. And then he was alone again.

He tried to count the hours, but time blurred together. He could only turn the past evening over in his mind again and again. Every now and then, his phone made the now-familiar 'Da-ding' sound which meant the app had done... something. God, he wanted to be used. He was sure, somehow, that was the only thing that would bring him satisfaction. He was a sex toy, and his role in the world was to give a woman pleasure. To give Lauren pleasure.

~ Ba-bing! ~

When the chime came through, at first, Matt thought it was just another notification. But his cellphone, long abandoned on the coffee table, had turned on.

He buzzed uselessly.

After a few seconds, the phone began to rise into the air, as if it were carried on invisible threads. It drifted its way toward his perch on the TV stand. The app's brightly-colored notification screen was blinding in the dark living room.

"Bonus Opportunity!

LAUREN tried to reverse your command! You get a bonus command right now, and a WILDCARD you can use during your turn!"

The familiar command prompt appeared. Matt could only sit there, his eyeless gaze fixed on the screen.

Lauren had rejected him. Of course she had, he was just the creepy, scrawny theater kid who lived in her dorm room. And gave her enormous tits with a magical cell phone app, but she didn't know about that part. After last night, he didn't have to guess which command Lauren had tried to reverse. Of course she wouldn't want some weird boy to be able to command her actions with a word. Who would? But in his present state, as an object, as a sex toy created by magic for the sole purpose of pleasing her, even that simple, obvious act of rejection was unbearable. Shame and hurt and resentment and anger washed over him, mixing turbidly with his single, persistent desire to be used.

Moments passed. The cell phone continued to hover in his field of vision, awaiting input from fingers he didn't have, taunting him with its touch-sensitive virtual keyboard.

He contemplated the irony of his situation. The power to get the one thing he wanted, right in front of him, inches away but still out of reach. He wondered how long the app would wait. Long enough for Lauren's turn, and his penalty, to end? Would he be punished more for spurning this opportunity?

Moments passed. A tool-tip appeared.

"Can't reach the phone? No fingers to type with? Why not try JUST THINK REALLY HARD to enter your command instead!"

Well. That was convenient.

Lauren had spurned him, not just by trying to undo his ability to command her, but by leaving him here on the TV stand all day, longing for nothing but her touch. Fine. If she didn't use him, someone else would. The very first thing that came to his mind appeared, without any special effort or ceremony, in the command prompt text box.

"All the sorority girls love to worship my big hard cock."

~ Da-ding! ~