Ben and Crystal

The eyes. The eyes! The eyes staring from every direction. Looking down on him. Judging his every quality. It was something Ben had grown used to when he went out in public. But now things were different. He had a talent, a new quality unseen and only barely heard. A subtle chord to his husky, slurred voice.

"Oh, em, gee, will people, like, stop staring? It's like, I get it, I'm hot, but they're starting to get creepy."

Ben and his bitch waited in the hall just inside the church. Those few who had heard him outside didn't pay the pair any mind, but the rest...

He didn't want to start a commotion. Not yet.

"Tell anyone who bitches about Crystal to mind their own business."

His words were loud enough to be heard over the murmur of the crowd. They were meant for no one in particular, but that didn't matter. Any who heard his voice would follow his commands. They'd keep to themselves and actively prevent anyone else from causing a stir.

It was tiring, constantly having to manage the people around him.

"Babe, I'm horny."

His bitch, for example. He had enjoyed turning the quiet teen he found in a public library into a bimbo sex toy. The things he had her do, the degrading, humiliating things, they brought him a joy he had never before felt. But Ben was growing tired of her. He would have already ditched the girl if not for the wedding and the revelation of who was getting married.

Eric and June.

He hadn't seen them in years. Not since he was expelled from highschool for enjoying himself in the girls changeroom. Those two had always looked down on him. Treated him like dirt. Like a fat, repulsive maggot. Ben knew he had rightfully earned his negative reputation, but that didn't stop him from holding contempt for those who looked down on him. He was, to his very core, a terrible person.

"Come on Ben..." Crystal groped his crotch. "...fuck me right here in front of my family. That would be, like, so hot."

Had he made her too horny? Too needy? Ben could fix her disposition with a single conversation, but the empowered ball of lard couldn't be bothered. He was done with her.

"Just go fuck someone and leave me alone until the ceremony. Dumb slut."

Crystal froze. Her mind, so heavily modified by his talents, struggled to embrace his instructions. The weight of all the commands he had ever given her was steadily piling up. She approached a tipping point. What would happen when she passed it, no one knew.

"I- umm, like yeah, totally. I'm going to go fuck some guy and leave you alone."

He watched the teen wander off to proposition whomever she could find. She'd been a fun ride, but it was time to step up his game. It was time to find the bride.