Gotta Go Get Groceries. And Maybe a New Girl to Play With

You sit at the table in the RV as Ashley cracks open one of the Monster energies that you had taken from the convenience store. It isn't early anymore, but the only person who is actually awake-awake is Mom, who’s happily humming to herself as she watches her two children and Sabrina totally dissociate with sleepiness.

“I would offer to cook you all breakfast, but we don't really have anything stored. Maybe we should go to a grocery store?” She suggests.

It makes sense, but you aren't really feeling like the hassle of getting groceries is what you want to do at the moment.

Eden had parked the RV at an RV park in the suburbs of Boise, so you have access to pretty much the standard assortment of middle class life. Even in the city, you doubt you could get too fancy, not that that's even your style. Plus, Eden and Jodi are both probably going to stay asleep until at least lunch time.

You need excitement though, and you want to use your powers a little more, so you command, “Mom, take Ashley’s Monster and chug it please.”

She looks surprised, but just takes the can from her daughter, who had been sipping it mostly, and downs the whole thing in less than a minute.

Both of the women look a little shocked when she finishes and you explain, “I wanted to see something fun.”

“I- I guess. Can I have one then?” Ashley asks.

“They aren't good for you, you know.” Mom warns.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You say, starting to get a hard on at the power you hold over them. You suddenly get the idea to actually test the limits of your power, which you haven’t gotten the opportunity to do, outside of a few instances, largely involving claiming itself.

“Hey, you’d probably know this,” You ask your Mom, “Since you’re my property, do decency laws affect you?”

She thinks about it, “Well, you don't get fined if your dog runs around naked, right?”

Hearing her casually refer to herself like a pet is very hot and definitely makes you want to test it out. And since you’re going to have to go anyway, you figure you might as well make that trip to the grocery store early.

Thankfully, there's one that's about 15 minutes away on food, which isn't ideal by any means, but still probably better than most places in the country. The walk is uneventful, and everyone that’s awake comes along, too tired to actually talk or anything. Once you're there though, at least being outside and moving helps a little.

Walking inside, the store is almost completely empty. You can't see everything obviously, but nobody is checking out, and the only person that you can see working isn't even at one of the tills. She’s sweeping up and looks pretty cute in a cardigan and khakis and just a blue vest as the uniform.

She looks young, but like, how a grown ass 30 year old woman looks young, although you couldn't tell her age from the quick place you threw her before looking at your Mother.

“Mom, can you unbutton your sweater and show off your tits to that lady? And then act really embarrassed that I'm getting you to ask if she cares. And also be as vulgar as you think you can be,” You direct her, knowing she hasn't put on a bra that morning.

She nods and says, “Okay!” Before turning back and walking towards the lady. Watching your Mom helps you get a better look at her as well, and you follow behind by about 5 or 6 feet, so you can hear their discussion.

The woman is short and has a very small frame without being crazy skinny. She's petite, but she still has some breasts and ass. Something about your Mom doing this to the most normal woman alive somehow made it way hotter.

“Hey, babe,” Mom starts, “Sorry for bothering you, but my son and owner wanted to know if you cared about my fat tits hanging out?”

The woman looked up at her and said, “No, he owns you, right?”

“Yeah, he just wasn't sure if his sluts, like me, could show off their cunts and assholes, you know?”

“None of my business, right?” The lady responded, going back to her business.

God that’s definitely hot. And, you’re sure that you want her too. As soon as Mom turns around to give you the thumbs up on a job well done, you step forward and hand her the stamp.

You almost tell her something, but she knows what you want her to do with it, so she turns back around and manages to get a stamp straight on the woman’s forehead. It isn't going to stay there forever, you tell yourself, but it’s pretty fun to look at your name there.

“Hi!” You say, “Well, I suppose I own you, don't I?”

The woman can't even look at her forehead and yet she knows, “Yeah, uh, I guess you do. Do-do you want me to do anything? Did you want me to talk like… um, your mother?”

Clearly, she’s pretty intimidated by the new role as your ****, but you're okay that, “All you have to do is take off the vest… and give Sabrina a kiss.”

You point out Sabrina, who followed close behind you and now is next to you and the newbie quickly walks over, as she takes off her vest.

Sabrina is so tall that she has to lean down, even as the woman gets on her tippy toes in order for them to kiss and you love the image.

“Why, thank you,” Sabrina says as she smiles radiantly, “What’s your name, by the way?”

“Sophie?”

“Is that a question?” Sabrina teases her, “It’s a really cute name, Sophie. And don't worry, we know this is a big change, but Erik’s actually a very good owner. At least so far.”

Ashley rolls her eyes at that assessment and you remember that she offered to be someone else for you back in the tattoo parlor. Maybe an assistant or a maid or something? You haven't actually spent any time thinking about it, so you probably should.

“I- Thanks, I guess I just kind of got nervous because I've been using this body my whole life and now… well, I realize that it hasn't been mine this whole time.”

Mom says to her, tits still out on display, “Don't worry, honey. We’ve all felt that, but he really doesn't care. Trust me.”

This information was a little bit jarring, considering everyone had talked before about you ‘claiming’ them, but you remember that that's not actually true. You’re the person who told Mom to act like that and she’s told everyone else about that as well. You noticed it before, but they only talk in this absolute way when you're not a part of the conversation.

“Well, we still need groceries, so I guess we should start shopping. Should we just get two carts and load as much into the RV as possible?” You ask.

Ashley replies, “I took a look around last night and there's actually this weird freezer/cabinet thing near the fridge. Perfect for long term storage. Like, kind of a garage standalone freezer.”

“That’ll make it easier for the road, certainly.” Mom says, “and yeah, I don't think it’ll be too much of a problem to store it all.”

“Okay, Sophie and Sabrina, go get some carts from outside and let's start.” You say, ready to get the chore over with.