Helping out a kindred spirit

The next few days were fantastic—as if my fantasies had come true. I toyed with my girls ever so slightly. I copied a few of Callie's dead horse mallet-assisted commands to Lill. The command “You will feel an intense burst of pleasure and love anytime I tell you to do something. The pleasure and love will make your mind foggy, and you will automatically and instantly obey" quickly became a personal favorite of mine.

I was almost constantly commanding my girls around with little commands just to see them shiver and moan in pleasure for me before they enthusiastically did whatever I asked without question.

I could even make the girls cum from their obedience if I pounded them with step-by-step instructions in command form.

"Callie, come here!" I'd say. "Sit down. Look in my eyes. Listen. Be a good girl for me, and get me a soda. Sit on my lap. Open it for me..." I think you get the point... By the time they completed whatever simple task I wanted them to do, they were usually cumming their mind-fucked little brains out.

For Callie, I only edited her a little. I added a few low-level urges to play with her pussy and tits and raised her urge to finger her mouth-pussy one level. It was guaranteed that at least one of my toys was absentmindedly giving me a free show at any moment. Even while they were sleeping, the urges would occasionally kick in.

I had expected that Laura and my wife's former "lover" would be an issue, but I was mistaken. The reality-altering aspect of the tools was still beyond my grasp. Some changes people just completely ignored, or at least considered as mundane and evident as the sky is blue. Other things, like Callie's purple eyes, people would comment on them being beautiful but not have any questions about them being real. Laura was mad when Lill explained she decided to stay with me instead of divorcing me, but once she explained that she felt like it was her purpose to be my perfect wife, Laura immediately agreed. Regardless of how the reality-altering mechanic worked, it made things easy, and I was beginning to be emboldened to try things on a bigger scale.

After whistling at Callie and receiving one of her mind-altering **** blowjobs to wake me up in the morning, I headed to work. The holidays had passed too fast. I had to get my crew back to work. They were dumbfounded when they arrived and saw me waiting for them in an empty garage. "Yeah, I've been busy." was all I said to my wide-eyed mechanics before tasking them with calling waitlisted clients and other jobs around the shop.

My interest in work had admittedly waned. It’s hard to care much about work when I could be stretching the boundaries of my fantasies with the enchanted toolbox… As such, I retreated to my private office with several additional tools to throw in the box.

I wanted to make some copies of my most useful tools to put in my safe just in case the unthinkable happened and the enchanted box stopped working, got destroyed, stolen, or lost. I filled my safe with several sentimental sockets and one copy of most other tools.

Scratching my head, I searched through my non-enchanted tools to see if anything could be interesting. After furious rifling through my disorganized tool chest, I pulled out two potential candidates for enchantment.

An extendable magnetic pickup tool with a built-in LED light was my first pick. I dropped it into the enchanted box with a clatter and let it “cook.” As usual, when I pulled it back out, it had been transformed into an Art Deco masterpiece.

“Combination Attractor and Illuminator:

The attractor ensnares anything with its unrelenting pull. The strength of attractive **** can be tuned with telescopic adjustments. The Illuminator holds and focuses the entirety of any object bathed in its glow.”

I pointed the tool at a coffee cup on my desk after extending the telescopic magnet—a small purple dot of the tool’s aura transferred to the coffee cup. I felt a rapid vibrating sensation like the tool was charging up, and then the coffee cup rocketed towards me at projectile velocities. With a stifled scream of terror, I managed to click the light switch and stop the hurtling ceramic mug mere inches from the magnet tool. The coffee cup sat in stasis, ensnared in what looked almost like a tractor beam of purple aura.

“Ok! Let’s try that again with LESS feeling,” I said as the fright of ****-by-coffee-mug receded.

I sat the mug back on the desk and pointed the magnet tool at it again, but this time without extending the telescopic arm. This time, it slowly glided toward me. Unfortunately, my hand slightly slipped, and the little purple dot wavered off the mug. Gravity took over instantly, and it shattered all over the floor. Essentially, I had the lamest telekinesis device in existence, but also the ONLY one in existence, so I didn’t complain too much.

With curiosity, I stepped out of my office and pointed the little dot at one of my coworkers while holding the tool surreptitiously at my side. At the lowest setting, he immediately looked up and began slowly getting up to walk my way. I extended the tool, and he broke into a sprint before I quickly minimized it again. When my worker, Adam, reached me and his chest met the edge of the enchanted magnet, he stopped and nonchalantly asked, “Did you want to talk to me about something, boss?”

I simply told him no, and he just stood there, clearly growing a bit uncomfortable. With a click, the purple glow of the flashlight function engaged, and he faded into a trance-like state. “Adam, can you hear me?” I asked.

He replied affirmatively in a dull, monotone voice. “Raise your hand,” I ordered my employee. His hand sluggishly raised.

With him apparently under hypnosis, I said, “Jump in the air when you come out of the trance,” to see if post-hypnotic suggestions worked. I switched off the light and pointed the magnet tool at the ground.

“Oh, okay, sorry, boss, I just had a weird feeling I needed to come over here,” Adam apologized. “I better get back to it!”

He never jumped; I didn’t think he would. It really wasn’t a hypnotic trance. It was more like a sort of static dream state. Still, I instinctually knew the dead horse mallet would still work during that state. I didn’t really want to do further testing on a guy, so I let him go on.

Instead, I hurried back to my toolbox and threw the next item in. It was just a simple chisel when it went in, but when I pulled it out, it did something a bit unexpected. It magically floated out of the box and snapped itself to the handle of my dead horse mallet on my desk.

They clearly were meant to be used together.

After lifting my favorite mallet and inspecting the new magically tethered chisel, the following description poured into my mind.

“Chisel of Appropriation: Severs or reassigns ownership of any object, person, place, thing, or idea from any targeted thing.”

“Ah, now this is powerful,” I said while admiring the metal rod with a soft rubberized chisel-shaped tip. If I understood everything right, this chisel could magically give me ownership of someone’s house, car, or business, etc… but even more, I could use it to “steal” their ideas and desires, too. Of course, I quickly realized taking ownership of an abstract concept like someone’s self-worth could be a terrible idea. I had a hunch that it would be merged with my own self-worth. I’d be essentially mind-controlling myself. What I could do is sever their self-worth, though. Severing it would just delete it, and I’d have to use a hammer to add back a semblance of the concept verbally.

With my curiosity for creating new tools temporarily sated, I grabbed an old leather tool belt and put it on. All of my enchanted tools slotted nicely into the belt. “Alright!” I exclaimed while making sure everything was secure. “Let’s see what kind of mischief I can get into in town.”

My first stop was a local coffee shop. It was a bit off the beaten path for me, so I wasn’t a frequent customer. That being said, I made it a point to go when I could. The barista at the tiny shop was a gorgeous blond and a fantastic conversationalist. She was also the owner of the shop. Every now and then, she’d have a family member helping her out, usually around holidays.

I pulled up to the quaint little shop and stepped inside out of the cold January air. Silver bells hanging from the door jingled through the quaint shop as the door shut behind me.

“Welcome in! I’ll be right with you, sir!” Came the sweet voice of the leggy blond slaving over an espresso machine.

“I’m in no hurry! Take your time.” I replied politely while surreptitiously eying her backside.

I glanced around the shop. It couldn’t have been more than 800 square feet. There was room for at most ten people at the handful of tables scattered throughout.

Only two other people were in the shop at the time. They looked like a young couple based on the loving gazes and laughter they shared. Out of boredom, I fished out my new enchanted flashlight/magnet tool and bathed the couple in its purple glow.

“Can you two move closer together so I can sit across from you,” I asked in a commanding voice.

The couple obeyed and slid their chairs alongside each other. Their eyes stayed dully locked on the flashlight.

“That’s better!” I pulled up a chair and sighed. “So, what are your names?”

Tina and Andrew both answered simultaneously. I could immediately tell I had to address one of them at a time.

“Tina, are you and Andrew dating?”

“No.”

“Okay, both of you listen. When I ask you a question, whether you are in or out of a trance, I want you to anticipate other questions I may have and answer with complete truth and detail.” I punctuated my command with two taps on both of their foreheads with my hammer.

“Let’s try this again,” I groaned. “Tina, WHY aren’t you and Andrew dating? It looks like you both like each other?”

“Andrew has a serious girlfriend, and so do I. I have had a crush on him for years, though.”

“Andrew,” I shifted my gaze to him. “Do you like Tina too?”

“Yes, I love her, but she’s my friend… and I love my girlfriend too.”

“Ah, I see. Tell me, Andrew, have you ever fantasized about having your girlfriend and Tina together?”

“Every day, but it's just a fantasy. I usually imagine Tina’s girlfriend with us, too.”

“Ha! You sound like a kindred spirit to me, pal,” I laughed and tapped the entranced, lanky guy on the shoulder. “Let’s see how similar we are. Andrew, I’m going to give you one wish. The only rules are it has to be sexually charged, and it has to be based on a deep, dark fantasy you’ve had before today. There will be no negative repercussions and no be-careful-what-you-wish-for nonsense. What would you wish?”

“My favorite dark fantasy involves my girlfriend, Tina, and her girlfriend drinking a love potion. In my fantasy, I bought the potion for Tina to make her completely infatuated with me, but it all goes awry, and all three girls take a shot of the potion during a movie night at my house. They all fall head over heels for me and do anything I want forever… I would wish for all three of them to be my adoring girlfriends like that forever.”

I clapped my hands and laughed. This caused the barista to glance our way, but she just smiled and returned to finish a latte.

“Alright, let’s make this happen!” I exclaimed. It was about time I gave back and used my power to make the world a bit of a better place. “Both of you, if you text your significant others to hurry over here, could they reasonably get her in 10 minutes?”

“Yes.” They both replied.

“Great! Text them both something that will get them over here,” I ordered and watched them pull out their phones. “I’ll go ahead and get started on you two in the meantime.”

For the next few minutes, I made the necessary adjustments to two future lovers. I gave them both increased libido and arousal, and doubled their healing factors. I also decreased their refractory times and Tina’s willpower. With the mallet, I made Andrew fully believe that the coffee the barista was about to bring him contained the incredibly powerful love potion he purchased on the black market. I told him he planned to convince Tina to take a sip to make her fall deeply in love with him. I also commanded him to do everything in his power to care for whoever drank his love potion and that he would always want them to be his. I also commanded him not to hold back from exploring his fetishes and fantasies with whoever drank the potion as long as they didn’t harm anyone. Lastly, I made sure he would be careful never to mention the love potion to anyone. I tapped his forehead with the mallet three times for each command.

Moving on to Tina, I said, “You will fall immeasurably in love and lust with Andrew the second you taste his coffee. The feeling will wash through your body and mind rapidly until you know without a contest you were meant to be his eternal love ****. ”

I gave her four taps on her forehead.

“You will do anything to please Andrew. You will know that he used a love potion on you, but you’ll no longer be capable of caring. Instead, you will be determined to ensure your girlfriend and Andrew get a taste of the potion, too. Andrew needs a harem of his favorite fantasy girls to truly please him. You’ll be **** to make this happen.”

I gave her four taps just as the barista delivered Andrew’s coffee.

If she thought it was odd that I was tapping Tina with a hammer, she didn’t show it.

“Here you go, Andrew!” The barista chirped while handing the entranced guy the coffee.

“Andrew, grab the coffee and say thank you,” I whispered through my teeth.

He complied, and the barista didn’t give it a second thought.

“Tom! I haven’t seen you in a while.” Audrey, according to her name tag, said as she turned to me. “Can I get you anything?”

“Sure!” I replied. I usually went with a mocha, but that didn’t feel fitting for me anymore. “I think I’ll just take a cup of your dark roast, black, please.”

As she turned to head back behind the bar, I gave my friends one final command.

“Everything I do or say is perfectly normal and okay. You will also do anything I tell you to do without question.”

I gave them three taps and extricated myself from the table before cutting off my magic flashlight.

I sat at the next table over and listened to Andrew and Tina’s conversation.

“T, you’ve got to taste this!” Andrew exclaimed while struggling to steady his shaking hand. “It’s going to change your life.”

“Isn’t it just a mocha, like you always get?” Tina questioned while reaching for the warm paper cup. “It’s not THAT good, but I’ll humor you, I guess.”

Tina took a small sip. Her eyes widened. Andrew leaned forward and caught his precious love potion as it slipped from her hands. Then her eyes rolled back into her head as her body shook for 15 seconds. When she refocused, her gaze locked on Andrew, and her eyes dilated. A gasp escaped her lips as her chest heaved with choppy breaths. “A-Andrew… I-I… umm… Can I… uh…” she stuttered and stumbled with her hand pressed to her chest. “Andrew-I-love-you-so-much-please-let-me-be-yours-and-kiss-you-and-please-you-and..”

Nearly knocking over the table, she sprinted to his arms and fell onto his lap. She began making out with her true love furiously.

I heard a gasp behind me as Audrey brought out my coffee. Apparently, my reality alterations didn’t make **** expressions of newfound love in her cafe seem normal to her.

Before she could interrupt the beautiful display of affection, I stood up and told her. “Everything that happens in your shop today is perfectly normal and acceptable.” Then I tapped her right between her surprised eyes twice with the mallet. Her shock immediately faded to confusion and then back to her usual smiling face. “Oh! I didn’t see you get up, Tom!” She smiled and handed me my coffee. In return, I handed her some cash and told her to keep the change.

Even with her apron, black jeans, and button-

up shirt on, she looked fantastic. It wouldn’t be long until I’d turn my attention towards her.

Before that, I had one more job to do. As if on cue, two attractive girls stepped through the door.

I caught the end of the pixie-cut brunette’s words as they stepped out of the cold. “…she texted you too…TINA!!! What the hell!!! Get off him!!!”

I quickly realized the pixie-cut-haired girl was Tina’s lesbian lover, and the cute little Asian girl was clearly Andrew’s girlfriend. The Asian girl froze in shock and let the lesbian do all of the angry yelling.

Andrew stiffened, but Tina made no move to stop making out with the object of her affection.

“No, *kiss*, I don’t waaaant to stop *kiss*. I love him, Claire… just come sit *kiss* and have a drink, and you’ll understand.”

As much as I wanted to see this all play out, I could see that the Asian girl was about to turn and run out the door in tears, and Claire was about to fuck shit up. With a click, I bathed the two betrayed women in purple light and commanded them to sit across from me.

“Andrew, Tina, just go back to making out. I’ll handle this.”

I gave the new girls the same upgrades and commands I had given to Tina, then added in a few instructions to make the fantasy work better. I used the chisel to erase the memory of the lovebird’s girlfriends coming in from both sets of participants and reset the stage, so to speak.

After I sat back down, the front door opened again. This time, after Claire yelled at Tina to stop cheating on her, she ran towards them, grabbed Andrew’s cup of coffee, and reared back to throw the scalding liquid at the cheaters.

Before she could let go, though, a whiff of the potent “love potion” tickled her nose. “Oh-oh wow, this… This smells…” she suddenly downed half the foamy latte as Andrew smirked in triumph.

“Claire, why don’t you pass that to Lee and let her taste,” Andrew confidently commanded the nearly immobilized girl.

Claire managed to hand the drink over to the lithe Asian just before the potion overtook her and sent her falling to her knees.

Lee didn’t want to drink the coffee, but the smell was intoxicating. It was unavoidable. She tilted her head back and let the rest of potent potion fill her belly.

Lee fell to her knees just as Claire began professing her love to her new owner. Her former girlfriend moved over to let her straddle Andrew’s other leg. Lee was soon to follow. She stood behind Andrew and adoringly rubbed his shoulders as she kissed his cheeks.

I smiled a big toothy grin. I had done something good today. I brought four people’s love together, made a man’s fantasies a reality, and gave three women a life of submissive pleasure, unlike anything they ever knew they wanted.

“Andrew,” I said to the smug man. “You’d better get your new toys home. The people outside that window may not understand when they look in and see three sluts desperately trying to please you.”

The young man just nodded and whispered something into his girl’s ears. The former lesbian couple giggled and hung onto his arms as he led them out into the cold. His actual girlfriend, Lee, followed closely behind like a loyal puppy.

“It’s just me and you now, I guess, Audrey,” I turned to tell the pretty barista. Then I mumbled quietly, “And I need to catch up to Andrew in my number of toys, it seems…”