He sticks to the plan!

This time there is no mysterious Other You harassing you in the Labyrinth. Even better, Shelly's door opens straight away. Just to be sure, you check both statues to make sure nothing has happened to them. They are just as you remember them, so you move to her laptop. You have an idea and you want to test it out. Unfortunately, the laptop is showing static. It seems that it is literally a prop, used to show her dreams, since you cannot actually do anything with it and while Shelly is asleep, she isn't dreaming. Yet.

So you check the Trophy Room. Your portrait still hangs highest on the Wall of Fame. It clearly had an immediate effect, because until you changed yourself to be the most important person to her, she had never served you food. So, with a mischievous grin, you wave your hands around like a conductor and not only does your portrait grow a stylized frame around it, the frame is made out of gold. The whole thing gets larger and a spotlit appears on the roof, making sure that your face is perfectly illuminated, overshadowing everyone else. What actual effect that will have on your sister, well it will be interesting to find out.

While looking around the Trophy Room, you come across something that looks like a scrapbook, something a child would use to preserve memories. You browse through it and find that its filled with pictures of actresses, singers, models, and other celebrities. You recognize maybe half of them if even that. Identification is especially difficult since some pictures don't have a face at all, just a close-up of someone's left hip, or their bust, or a thigh-gap. You had no idea your sister is bi-curious... until you realize that it isn't a collection of women she has had lustful thoughts of. It's more likely to be her subconscious idea of female beauty standards, and possibly something that Shelly tries to strive for.

With this hypothesis at hand, you start going through the book and adjusting things to better suit you. Plus, you'll make her happier if she stops the depressing yearning for impossible beauty standards. The first thing that strikes you is how all of the women have smaller busts than what Shelly currently has, not to mention the size she will eventually grow into. So that has to change. You erase the celebrities with ironing boards for chests and replace them glamour models and busty porn stars. You've always found high heels on women to be sexy as hell, so you make sure that every picture with feet visible gets equipped with a pair of sexy shoes, some obvious stripper heels, other stylish boots, few platform wedge sandals - but always with sky-high heels, most of them in kitten or stiletto style. Combined with the fact that you already transformed her boring regular socks into stockings... well, you're quickly nursing a stiffy in your jeans.

You put the scrapbook back to its place and go back to the bedroom. The laptop has come alive. Looks like Shelly is having a nightmare, as she is chased by something through a building that looks like an avant-garde version of a school. The last time you adjusted her dream, she restored it quickly and then woke up when you made re-did it. But this nightmare gives you an opportunity - people would be happy to switch from a nightmare to a happy dream, regardless of how drastic the change is, right? Right! At least you hope so.

Sitting down and concentrating, you dispel the nightmare. Shelly floats on a pink cloud, smiling. The cloud deposits her on that same sailing yacht from before, except this time there are no Hollywood hunks or starlets. No, there is only You. A very naked You, who with a guffaw leaps over the side and bombs into the crystal clear water. Shelly seemed unsure of herself for a moment but then, with a grin, goes along. She doesn't seem to care that the pink cloud dissolved her clothes, and leaps into the water after you. Well, the dream you that you conjured up and placed inside her dream. Happy Shelly and Puppet You splash in the water for a while. Even when they climb back on the yacht, they remain naked and this does not seem to disturb Shelly at all. A good sign. You keep the contents of the dream light but suggestive, in order to fly under any subconscious radar Shelly might have in her psyche. So Puppet You shares a bowl of ice cream with Shelly and if some bits fall, tactically, on her boobs, so what? She just scooped them up and ate them with gusto. Same with the champagne bottle that Puppet-You shakes vigorously, despite it being dangerously close to your groin, so obviously the white liquid explodes out of the bottle and covers Shelly's bosom and face - yet as Puppet-You, Happy-Shelly joins in the laughter and merely drags Puppet-You back into the tropical sea. Which is a great opportunity for some horseplay, that certainly includes a lot of hugging and close physical contact. Back on the deck, you feel that its safe to get more risque, so Puppet-You starts putting sunscreen on Shelly, who coos in happiness. Mysteriously, the sunscreen turns into massage oil and Puppet-You massages far more than just her back. In fact, Shelly merely smiles dreamily, her eyes closed, as Puppet-You, hands slick from the oil, works her inner thighs and her butt. She even turns on her own, so that Puppet-You can oil her front. Despite several minutes spent on her breasts, she keeps smiling at you, her eyes now open. Is her breathing getting faster and quicker?

Hot damn. You're really making progress here. Well, if this dream affects her waking behavior, which you have no clue about. It's frustrating that you cannot actually feel her tits since it's not actually You in her dream, just the Puppet version of you. But if her subconscious mind allows that much, maybe you can push the envelope even further.

So you darken the sky. A full moon shines on the boat, bathing everything in romantic silver light. The oil evaporates as Puppet-You places his hands on both sides of Shelly and leans over her. There's a moment of hesitation, a shadow of doubt flickers across her face, yet she responds almost instantly as her lips come into contact with Puppet-You.

Hot damn!

As Puppet-You leans on her with his entire body, Shelly nimbly wraps her legs over him, her hands grabbing his hair. The passionately kissing duo meld into each other and as they roll, they fall off the soft mattress you had conjured earlier and hit the hard deck of the yacht. Yet this does nothing to stop Shelly. As she is now on top, the gloriously shaped blonde sits up but only to shift her hips slightly, so that the impressive erection of Puppet-You can slip inside her and -

HOT DAMN!

Shelly rides Puppet-You like a bronco. Her hands are busy, massaging and lifting her breasts and tweaking her nipples, while her hips shift forward and back and up and down. You half-expect the pelvis of Puppet-You to shatter but luckily dreams don't work like that. Instead, you raise the stakes and the bucking pair levitate into the air. The yacht and the sea vanish as first clouds and then cartoon-like stars envelop the rutting lovers. Puppet-You grabs Shelly as she orgasms for the first time and twists them around, allowing him to fuck hard into her. She reaches her second orgasm. You aren't content with that and only a moment of manipulation later, Shelly begins to experience burst-fire style orgasms. Puppet-You pulls out of her, only to have his penis grow massively and then split into two and before Shelly has time to react, both of her holes are filled with pure pleasure. You rack up the intensity of the orgasms as Puppet-You fucks both her holes, kisses her mouth and manhandles her tits, all the same time, in perfect synchrony. The clouds have disappeared ages ago and the cartoon-stars have made way for real stars, red and blue and yellow ones flying past the lovers.

Then it is time for the grand final. Puppet-You separates from Shelly, who extends her hands in longing, but you have something special in mind. The double-dick turns back into a single one, but you make Puppet-You grow in size, becoming a giant man that towers over Shelly. With both hands, Puppet-You jerks off his now gargantuan manhood and, just like you hoped, Shelly kneels under it, despite both of you still floating in space, galaxies now making up the background. This is perfect so you unleash it all.

A veritable waterfall of sperm erupts from Puppet-You, a geyser of cum that would make Old Faithful green with envy. It completely covers Shelly, from head to toe. She drinks and swallows and drinks and swallows and drinks and swallows, to no end. Finally, she falls on her back, limbs splayed out, her long blond hair forming a perfect halo behind hair. You might have had something to do with that. The excess sperm on her vanishes and Puppet-You becomes normal-sized, kneeling over her torso, its penis still hard, so that Shelly can tenderly kiss its underside.

That was fucking perfect. It went better than you had dared to hope for. And seems that it was as much as Shelly's subconscious could take, as the laptop switches to static.

While you're tempted to go back to the Trophy Room, you do feel tired, and you have achieved quite a success. So you leave Shelly's bedroom and -

• that sounds like your alarm. Damn, no time for Glynda.

You open your eyes, a satisfied smile across your face. Until you realize that there is a cold, wet feeling around your groin. You lift your blanket to take a look and sure enough, you've had what the school nurse called a nocturnal emission back in the day. God dammit.