Complete control

"This'll just take a second," Harry said, pulling his phone out. If he wanted this to work, to last, he would need to be very specific.

"> All previous commands will be nullified."

"> Jessica will obey Harry Nelson's every command."

"> Jessica will believe everything Harry Nelson says."

"> Jessica will find Harry Nelson impossibly attractive."

Pressing submit, Harry leaned back against a dresser and waited for the code to do its work. A shiver ran through Jessica and her eyes blinked rapidly. Upon stopping, she looked at her surroundings seemingly confused at them. Her eyes crossed over Harry and quickly snapped back to him. "Who are you?" she asked, shuffling backwards up the bed. "How did you get in my room?"

'Hm,' Harry thought, noticing the panic setting in her. 'She must not remember anything that happened.' He shrugged, 'Actually, that's probably good. Should make this easier.'

"Calm down," He started, noticing her body relaxing but her face remaining confused and afraid. "My name is Harry Nelson. You weren't feeling well at the convention and I helped you back to your room. You were just about to reward me."

Jessica sat fully up on the bed and took a better look at her savior. He was fat and short, but still taller than her by a few inches. In heels, no doubt she'd eclipse him. He was breathing heavily as she watched him, his belly rising and falling rhythmically. He looked like another one of her typical fans, a gross little pig who spent day in day out jerking off to images of her gorgeous body.

It's why she got into the modelling game, so that people would see her, take pleasure in her curves. Secretly, she always enjoyed reading through the messages of lonely strangers telling her how much they wanted to fuck her, to eat her pussy, to cum down her hungry throat. One more than one occasion she had masturbated to pictures sent to her of her own pictures splattered with cum. She had folders for every unrequested dick-pic, and one innovative individual had sent her an exact 3D replica of his penis. That one she secretly took to a 3D printer and made her favorite dildo out of.

But she had to keep up appearances, of course. Every filthy message was met with a block and every picture resulted in a report to the site's admins. If she ever got too turned on she would always have her pick of the litter, hooking up with the hottest guys in whatever city she was travelling to. But this guy, this Harry Nelson. There was something different about him. He was fat and sweaty, leering at her with his creepy eyes. But something about it was endearing. Maybe the way he carried himself, or the simple fact that he saved her from whatever ailment had already passed.

Jessica couldn't deny it: Harry Nelson was the single most attractive guy she had ever laid eyes on.

She leaned back, propping herself up on her arms and subtly sticking her breasts out. "So," she began, "A reward you say?" She slowly spread her legs apart. "Did I happen to mention what sort of reward?"

Harry smiled and answered, "You said you were going to make me your boyfriend." Jessica looked confused again for a moment.

"But," she muttered, "I already have a boyfriend..."

Harry interrupted her train of thought, "You also said that you were going to break up with him as soon as you could."

Jessica perked back up, "Oh! Alright!" She leaned herself back down. "So... Boyfriend... What ever should we do now?"

Harry chuckled, "What do you do with all of your new boyfriends?" Jessica gave him a cocky smile and began unzipping her tight leather outfit. He turned away for a moment and pulled his phone back out of his pocket. "This will just take a second," he said, typing one last code into the app:

"> Sex with Harry Nelson is the best sex of Jessica's life."