Correct Stacy's Attitude

Looking over at Stacy, Aiden begins to feel a stirring in his stomach. Was it embarrassment that he had completely forgotten about a change he had made? Was it guilt from letting down Stacy? He wasn't sure what, but almost reflexively he felt more than a little angry.

It was his power. His house. His harem. Who was she to judge him for how he chose to have fun? He was essentially a god of human consciousness. If a room gets trashed here and there, who cares? He could just get some to clean it. He could do whatever he wanted with his power and with whoever he decided to use it on. Including her.

"Stacy, take your ear plugs out."

"Hmm? But aren't you going to snap again to-"

"I said, take them out." He cuts her off. His tone is stern and forceful. Annoyed, he had to repeat himself.

She reluctantly reaches up and removes the plugs from her ears. She looks at him with a slight unease. "Master, I'm sorry if I offended you but please think -"

*snap*

She is cut off again by Aiden snapping directly in her face. Her clipboard drops to the floor, with a clack on the hardwood as her house manager persona drains from her essence and she fades to a blank doll, waiting to be programmed.

Aiden couldn't remember the last time he had used the snap on Stacy. Maybe she was beginning to think she was immune. That she was always too busy, too involved, too valuable to the continued operations of the house to ever be put in this state again.

Aiden tears open her blouse then pushes it off her limp shoulders onto the two girls still lying blank on the floor. He reaches forward and roughly gropes her tits through her beige bra.

He pulls in closer and whispers in her ear, "When I snap my fingers again, you will be nothing by my ball polisher. You will get down on your knees, open your mouth and wait patiently for any object to hit your tongue. You will then lick and polish until they are removed. You are not a robot or some intelligent machine. You are an object. Only designed to lick my balls. You will stay this way for the next three hours and then turn back into the house manager, remembering everything that happened. Do you understand?"

"Yes" Stacy responds blankly.

*snap*

Stacy instantly drops to her knees. Landing with a thud beside Anna and Hailey. Her eyes cross and her tongue rolls out, leaving her mouth gaping invitingly.

Aiden bends over and grabs the earplugs from Stacy's hands then works them back into her ears. He opens his pants and pulls out his cock and balls. He steps forward and plops his scrotum on his new masturbatory device.

Her tongue whirls to life while her expression remains vacant, sloppily lapping his nut sack with no other thoughts in her head.

Aiden puts the earplugs into the mindless machine's ears and addresses the girls still lying blank on the ground.

"When I snap my fingers again, you will no longer be wrestlers. You will be two horny frat guys waking up after a night of partying." He begins. His cock begins to harden again from the sensation of Stacy's tongue. "You will not question what you are wearing and you will imagine you both have big veiny cock and balls. The woman in front of me is not a woman at all. She is just my life-like ball cleaner. It is completely normal for me to use it whenever I want. You are not allowed to use it unless I let you and you will do anything to try and convince me to give you a turn."

*snap*

Hailey and Anna shake begin rapidly blinking as the light returns to their eyes and their new personalities take hold.

"Aaaaah bro! What the fuck happened last night?" Hailey exclaims, intentionally lowering her voice to sound more masculine, she reaches for her face, "ah"

"Bro, get the fuck off me." Anna says with an equally artificial intonation as she pushes the smaller girl off of her.

"I think I broke my nose." Hailey winces as she pinches her nostrils to try and stop the bleeding. She tilts her head back but several red spots already decorate her cow print bikini.

"Man, I got such a headache. I must have had, like 30 beers to be feeling like this" Anna speculates. She unconsciously fidgets with her leotard, adjusting her tits within the tight lycra, and recovering her crotch without a second thought.

"Yeah" Aiden chimes in, his nuts still receiving a thorough tongue bath, "you both went pretty crazy last night, look at all the shit you broke."

The girls both look around at the wreckage. Their minds begin to fill in the gaps somewhat. Remembering fake details of a party last night resulting in the destruction of the living room.

"Man, we really fucked up. Someone has got to - wait, who the hell is she?" Hailey finally notices Stacy kneeling half naked in the room.

"Oh, this? This is nobody. This is just my ball polisher." Aiden responds.

"Holy shit!" Anna shoots to her feet and moves beside Aiden. "When did you get a ball polisher?"

"She just came in this morning. Giving her a test drive." Aiden responds, "Gotta say it works real well so far." He pats his hard cock on Stacy's forehead for emphasis.

"Bro, you got to let me try it" Anna nudges.

"Yeah, me too!" Hailey shoots up from the ground, a small bit of blood splashing as a result.

"No fucking way, bro! You fucked up the whole living room, I'm not going to let you break my new polisher! And you would just get blood all over it!" Aiden points at Hailey as blood breaks through her pinched fingers.

"Ah shit," Hailey's other hand shoots beneath her nose, "I'll be right back! I want a turn!" She dashes towards the bathroom with her hand positioned to catch the blood dripping from her face.

"Come on! My balls are musty as hell right now, bro." Anna pleads, scratching her crotch where balls would be, "I haven't showered in like a day they need it more than yours!"

"Then go clean them in the fucking sink. Besides, I'm using it right now." Aiden thrusts his sack forward allowing Stacy's tongue to reach further to the back towards the neglected area. "What would be in it for me?"

"I'll clean up the entire living room. You won't have to do anything."

"Well duh, it's your fault!"

"I'll clean your room too! I'm sure it needs it!"

"Nah, I'm good. I got a maid!"

"C'mon bro! What do I need to do?"

"Look. You can use it when I'm done!"

"How much longer do you think you will be?"

"Probably when I cum. But who knows when that will be. I did just get a blow job this morning, so I'm pretty good right now. I think I might take my time." Aiden glides his shaft up and down Stacy's lashing tongue. She does not alter her technique as he glides from tip to sack. Simply a mindless machine fulfilling a purpose.

"Uuuugh" Anna groans. "You aren't even jacking off! This is gonna take forever!"

"I don't want to jerk off. I want to take my time. Unless....you wanted to help me speed things up."

"Bro, you're kidding."

"Not at all! You wanna use it, you help me finish using it."

"Nuh-uh no way! I'm not jerking you off! That's so weird, bro!"

"Suit yourself." Aiden resumes his thrusts.

Anna squirms as she watches Stacy's tongue thrashing wildly around Aiden's cock and balls. Spit smeared across her face from the repeated dragging of nuts across her nose and mouth. Anna feels her pussy growing wet, but feels it as a growing swampiness on a pair of imaginary balls. She squirms uncomfortably, **** to feel Stacy's tongue against her crotch.

"Fine! I'll do it..."

"Do what?"

"I'll jerk you off!" She blurts out. Strands of messy brown hair slightly cover her face as it grows beat red.

Aiden smirks, "Well if you really want to..."

He positions his balls at the base of Stacy's tongue, pointing his cock straight up. Anna reaches forward and timidly wraps her fingers around his shaft. Despite her bro-y persona, her grip is delicate and gentle. She begins to pump Aiden's shaft up and down as Stacy continues polishing every inch of his scrotum. Her spit provides a slippery lubricant on Anna's hand.

Anna's technique is slightly clumsy. Embarrassed but overwhelmed with the desire to get a turn with Stacy's talented tongue, she jerks Aiden off with her arm fully extended. Positioned as far away as she can get while still being able to stroke him off.

"Oh yeah! That feels good." Aiden grunts.

"Don't make it weirder bro. Just hurry up!"

"I told you I just came like 5 minutes ago. It takes a bit before I can do it again."

"Ugh. This better be worth it."

She continues to pump his shaft. Though she would never admit it, some part of her is turned on by the feeling of Aiden's cock in her hand. Her nipples begin to harden and poke through the lycra. Her big tits jiggled with each jerking motion.

"Hurry up! Dude."

"I'm almost done. Fuck! You give a good handjob!" Aiden teases. He can see her squirm and struggle at the conflicting thoughts in her mind as her face grows red.

"Shut up!" She can feel herself growing wetter (or harder in her mind) as she strokes Aiden's raging erection. This sense of heightened arousal conflicted with her self-image as a jockey gym rat frat guy. She wonders why she even agreed to jerk him off in the first place? Was this what she really wanted?

Despite his morning escapades, Anna's jerky, but gentle motions combined with the hot moist sensation of Stacy's tongue brings Aiden to the edge.

"Erggm" he grunts and quickly turns towards Anna, firing a stream of cum straight at her.

She tries to jump out of the way, but isn't quite quick enough resulting in a stream of cum decorating the center of her leotard.

"Dude! What the fuck!" She yells, "You didn't say you would cum on me!! Sick!"

"Haha, should have thought faster." Aiden laughs as he puts his cock back in his pants, causing Stacy to briefly ceases her tongue oscillations, "Consider it payback for last night." He steps to the side, "Well, she's all yours!"

Anna doesn't respond. She simply fills in the space in front of the at rest ball-polisher for her turn. Whatever makeup Stacy had put on this morning is now smeared across her face. A layer of spit, sweat and precum is spread across her mouth and lips. She continues to drool all over herself with her tongue sticking out.

Anna lines up her hips with Stacy's mouth before pulling her leotard to the side and raising her pussy up and on to Stacy's waiting tongue.

Stacy immediately whirls back to life as the new stimulus lands on her taste buds. Her tongue laps and lashes indiscriminately. Unable to distinguish between balls and pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Anna groans as she grinds along Stacy's face. Her right hand starts masturbating a phantom cock while her "balls" are haphazardly glossed by the rapid lashing of the repurposed house manager.

Hailey returns to the scene now sporting a tissue in each nostril.

"Okay, I'm all clean, can I get a turn on the - oh god damn it."

"Sorry, bro. You snooze, you lose." Anna responds, while continuing to pleasure herself on Stacy's tongue.

"Aiden, bro you gotta let me have a turn. You can't let him hog it all day."

"He gets it as long as he wants. He earned it fair and square." Aiden smirks and gestures at the cum stain oozing down Anna's stomach onto Stacy's face.

A look of disgust takes over Hailey's face, "ugh that's nasty dude. Ur gay as hell for that."

"It's not like I enjoyed it! He's a sick fuck!" She responds without stopping, "it was totally worth it though. Not that you'll ever know."

"Don't make me kick your ass."

"Yeah, right, like your bitch-ass stands a chance."

Aiden backs out of the room as they continue arguing back and forth. He had enough conflict resolution for the day. Stacy would be back to normal in a few hours, but in the meantime it wouldn't hurt for Anna and Hailey to take turns teaching her just the kind of role she could find herself in if Aiden saw fit. Just like everyone else in the world.

He makes his way out towards the door. Future planning could wait. It was time to go out and do some direct recruiting.