Daisy plays a little game

Daisy and Ethan set of for the mall, with the mischievous bimbo constantly teasing him in various erotic ways, like groping his Dick or flashing her tits. That was until she saw someone familiar, her ex-girlfriend Chloe; from the time she was still Daphne and before she 'met' her new 'boyfriend' Ethan.

Daisy's eyes lit up with wicked delight as she spotted her former girlfriend Chloe across the bustling food court. Chloe sat with her back to them, completely absorbed in whatever was on her laptop screen, sipping a smoothie. A wave of possessiveness washed over Daisy, a primal urge fueled by the bimbo-touch that had remade her.

"There's my sweet Chloe-bear," Daisy whispered, her voice a husky, predatory purr. "She was so devoted to me... before." The "before" hung in the air, a testament to the night Daisy's life had been irrevocably altered by a simple, accidental touch from Ethan. He hadn't meant to claim her, but the strange power that flowed from him had done its work, rewiring Daisy's mind and body into its current state of obedient, horn-fueled devotion.

*Ethan felt a familiar knot of dread tighten in his stomach. He remembered that day vividly - the accidental bumping into Daisy and him lifting her up; unaware of the realness of Aphrodite's gift/curse. Her confused terror giving way to a vacant, lustful acceptance. He'd run then, leaving her to her fate, only for her to hunt him down later that day, a fully formed bimbo desperate to serve.

"Remember those little toys i convinced Chloe to wear?" Daisy giggled, pulling a sleek, black remote from her designer purse. It had three buttons, crudely labeled "Tits," "Pussy," and "Ass." Chloe, still heartbroken and missing her ex, had been easily manipulated by Daisy's new, persuasive personality into joining a "sensual wellness study."

"Daisy, no," Ethan pleaded, his voice low. "She doesn't know me. She doesn't know what's happening to you. This is wrong."

A dangerous glint entered Daisy's eyes. "If you don't play my little game," She whispered, her voice dropping to a venomous sweetness, "I'll just have to go over there and give my sweet ex-girlfriend a great big hug. I'll tell her all about my amazing new man and how he changed me for the better. I'll tell her how good it feels to be yours, and how I want her to feel it too. Imagine it, Ethan. A matching set."

The threat was absolute. Ethan knew that one touch was all it would take. Chloe, the studious, kind-hearted lesbian, would be gone, replaced by another vacant-eyed, cock-hungry bimbo. The choice was no choice at all.

"Fine," He choked out. "What do I do?"

A triumphant smirk spread across Daisy's face. "Simple! We're going to play hide-and-seek." She pressed the "Pussy" button. Across the court, Chloe suddenly stiffened, her hand flying to her lap as she squirmed in her seat, a confused blush rising on her cheeks. "You find her before she gets too scared and runs out of the mall. Catch her, and I'll make sure you get some special alone time with me tonight. Fail..." Daisy trailed off, letting the unspoken threat hang between them. "Well, let's just say I might get to give my old girlfriend a life-altering hug."

As if to prove her point, Daisy tapped the "Ass" button. Chloe yelped softly, jumping in her seat and snapping her head around, her eyes wide with bewildered alarm. She slammed her laptop shut, grabbed her bag, and practically fled toward the escalators leading to the second level.

"Go on, my man," Daisy giggled, giving him a firm shove. "The clock is ticking!"

Ethan pushed through the crowd, his heart pounding with a sickening mix of adrenaline and self-loathing. He was a predator hunting prey who didn't even know he existed. He saw Chloe disappearing into a department store, her gait becoming increasingly unsteady as Daisy intermittently activated the devices. He had to get to her, to stop this before it went any further, before he was forced to watch another woman's life be erased by his cursed touch. He rounded the corner towards the lingerie section, knowing he was closing in, but dreading what would happen when he finally caught her.