Introducing Nikki

This chapter takes inspiration from this branch of Magic Cock Ring.

"Ok so, if I get this right, commands are the simplest? So I just have to use Veronica to train myself simply. Having her empty the boxes seemed to be a good one." I explained what Jeanie missed.

"Yeah and I bet your finger still hurts like a bitch." Jeanie retorted. I adjusted the ring reflexively as she taunted my cavalier approach to things. "Still, that tall order was a hefty amount of training right off the bat, so, yes, you could probably do simple commands if they can be worded carefully. You luckily appealed to her desire to be right, and probably for you to be wrong." That sounded like Veronica, and totally what I meant to do. "I'm surprised you're not gonna bolt as soon as you can."

"Hey, I may be stupid but I'm not a coward." I said. "Why would I ever run when I have this power?" I did have a minor issue. "I need her to hear my commands. So I have to do it in this room or struggle to the living room." I had so many things I wanted to try, but they could be better done in the open area of the apartment. "Ok Jeanie, I need you to be my legs. Carry me to the couch." I raised my arms expectantly.

I felt the ring pinch me a little, but relent rather quickly, content with me using the ring on the Ring Bitch. Jeanie rose to her feet and scooped me up like a little baby in her strong arms. "Phew, this would be easier if you were like one penis lighter." She mocked straining but I knew this was nothing to her. I've carried groceries with more struggle than she was carrying me. She had me over the couch when Veronica stood up from the last box she was emptying, and Jeanie roughly let me drop. I winced in pain as my cocks and balls rattled around in my pants. Veronica turned around at my sound.

"Jesus, Peter, why did you come out here? You should be resting." Maybe there was a little bit of her who still cares.

"Yeah," Jeanie chirped. "The part that wants to fuck two dicks." Veronica came around to stand fully in my view. She had been beautiful when we first met, but these new knockers put her to another level. They sat fat on her tiny, athletic frame. I'd have to give her an ass to even it out. For now I thought of a way I could get the most out of direct commands. As she stood with her arms folded under her big tits, an idea came to me. Her body was almost perfect, if only it had a different mind controlling it. I needed to confirm something with Jeanie in private.

"Well, Veronica, I was feeling really hungry after the whole ordeal, but this is as far as I could go. Guess your redecorating last Spring was a good idea." Compliments were sure to help my cause.

"Compliments aren't gonna help your cause." Veronica burst my bubble. "But you were right. Somehow, all your little toys fit. I could have sworn these shelves were full yesterday." Good, her self doubt might help me convince her of other things.

"I told you so. Hey, make me a sandwich. You'll make it to the kitchen faster than I will. And I can't make food to save my life." I piled as many logical statements as I could, and my self put down was both true and appealing to Veronica.

"You know I don't like being told to do things like that, Peter. But I will since you're so worthless in there." She had the ingredients in her arms by the time she finished her sentence. I acted quickly, beckoning Jeanie close enough that I could whisper to her. She did not cooperate, acting confused by my arm flailing. If I was gonna try my plan, it would be trial by interdimensional ring powers.

"Hey Veronica, can you hear me?" I knew she could; most of our arguments had been at this range.

"Yes, Peter? What is it?" I could hear her typical frustration. I was glad to finally change that. Here was my first command.

"Hear my next sentence without being aware you did." I yelled back. I crossed my fingers, I crossed my toes, and I think I even crossed my dicks.

"What the fuck does that mean, Peter? I can't just hear AND ignore your words. You sure you didn't hit your head when you grew your second dick? Which reminds me: I still have more questions." She returned to the living room, dropping a plate on the coffee table with my food and returning to her stance in front of the TV. "Now, tell me about what's been going on?" Here I go.

"Hear but ignore any commands I give to your body." I felt the ring rumble on my hand, vibrating deep enough to rattle the bones. And I know that's a phrase but I mean I felt my bones literally rattling. They do NOT sound like xylophones. Jennie ran over quickly, kneeling by my side and staring intently at my finger. As the rumbling subsided, Jeanie sighed, patted my cheek adoringly, and plopped herself on the couch by my feet, ready for the show.

"I'm waiting, Peter. I want you to explain these new tits." She grabbed them for empahis. I could almost picture 'Mega Milk' stretched across her shirt. "Tell me again why you got me these? And why I agreed?"

"Well obviously, I wanted you to have big fake titties cuz I think you'd look very hot with big fake titties. And I was right." My honesty and compliments hopefully would distract her enough for what I wanted to try. "Veronica's body, bounce twice if you hear me."

"Well I guess that makes sense." She nodded, as her unfamiliar tits rose to meet her chin. She shook her head in surprise as she hopped once more, flexing her heels. A weird muscle spasm, she assumed, returning her gaze to her boyfriend. Jeanie was laughing maniacally at my plan unfolding, and I was eager to crank it to full gear.

"Veronica's body. Your name is Nikki. I will refer to you as such hereafter." It came out a lot more official then I anticipated but maybe that made the magic stronger? "Nikki, wave at me." I watched as Veronica's entire posture shifted, and she coyly waved one finger at a time, acting playfully bashful. The only indication she was not in control was her confused face. After following my command, Nikki released control. The ring hardly gave me any issues.

"This is wild, Ringmaster. You found a crazy loophole. The ring considers these commands to Veronica, so you gain experience equivalent to her mental resistance, but since her body is all sexed up, it's more than willing to obey, meaning the cost is much less. This was a stroke of genius, Pete. That third head of yours might have actually come with brain cells." I think I noticed some respect in her eyes.

Veronica spoke up again when she noticed I wasn't paying attention. "Ok, Peter that obviously makes sense. You're a perv who likes those big, anime tiddies. But I liked my chest. I looked great. Now I look like a stripper." That gave me an idea.

"Nikki, show me what a stripper does." Jeanie had a small bag of popcorn nestled between her tits, eating it straight from the bag like a horse. It was a stimulating visual, I must say, watching her long, pink tongue dart out and find a kernel, lightly pulling it back between her full lips. I wonder how much ring power it would take to claim her. I looked back up at my impending show.

Immediately, Nikki straightened up, posing in anticipation for her song to start, Jeanie obliged, turning on our stereo system. A thumping best started to fill the room, and Nikki began her dance. Her hands slid up her toned abs playfully, reaching under her straining top and hefting an udder for my view of the bouncing cleavage. Her legs were clasped tightly together as she twisted her curvy form, slowly lowering into a squat before her legs straightened suddenly, her back still parallel to the floor. Veronica looked shocked at the pose she found herself placed in, then she felt her body slowly straighten. Her back arched invitingly and her hands rested on the crests of her ass cheeks. "What is going on, Peter? Why'd the music turn on? Why am I dancing like this?" She took slow, hip swinging steps in place as she tugged at the waistband of her casual shorts. Her hands teased a view at her cute panties, a yellow pair with white lace trim. They were soon fully in view when Nikki turned around and bent fully at the waist again, shocking Veronica as her shorts were pulled down, her cute tush spread wide behind its yellow shield.

"Well it looks like you're stripping, Veronica. Is this why you wanted big stripper titties?" I was careful not to make that a mental change, rubbing my finger defensively. "Nikki, get those new titties out and really play with them for us." She happily obliged.

"I don't think I've ever wanted to stRIP?!" Her sarcasm became confusion as her vision became tits and fabric. Her funbags barely had time to bounce for my pleasure before her hands juggled them for my pleasure. She squeezed, teased and pleased, Veronica's confused expressions only made the scene more erotic as she moved like a professional. Her torso bent quickly giving me a view straight down her now giant cleavage swinging like a pendulum. Her nipples had hardened from the expert hands playing with them.

"You seem to have the moves for it. Maybe you've been wanting a career change. Even subconsciously." I appealed to anything I could to make her mind think this was her idea, without just making her mind think this was her idea.