Meet: Peter Steilman

He still remembered her. The ghost that gave him the idea to steal this thing. The ghost that gave him the key to unraveling the mystery of the papyrus...

Peter lay in his lonely bed and dreamed about what he would do with the power he received.

A stranger came to him about a week ago. Black-haired, tall, with a sharp, chiselled but in its own way beautiful face ... And completely incorporeal, all, as if flowing from place to place.

She didn't waste time introducing herself to the poor student. She just started talking. About power, about wealth and, of course, about women.

He felt her otherworldly strangeness. But he was not afraid, because he had a chance ....

The ring glowed softly. He correctly "bound" it to himself. It's time to test its Power.

Peter stood up, pulled on his jeans, and walked into the living room, where his parents were watching TV. He did not love them... Neither did they love him. It can be said that they mutually disappointed each other.

The parents were apparently expecting another child. More open, more sociable, less stunted. He expected great opportunities and attention from his parents. If you don't make at least a million a year, why are you having kids at all? What if they lived in poverty?

In addition, they had no one to blame for his stuntedness but themselves:

His father was short, skinny, with a large Adam's apple and tufted beard. Mother, on the other hand, was a tall red-haired tower with almost white skin and a lot of freckles. She was under fifty. Peter was a late child.

Now his father was watching football, and his mother was ironing some clothes of his father.

"Listen to me. How can you all move? It seemed to me that you both had a catatonic attack!" Peter said with a grin. Both parents froze in place, their eyes bulging convulsively. Apparently the attack was accompanied by pain.

However, the important thing was that the magic works!

An important feature of the ring was that he, master of this ring, fell out of retroactivity. Without this, he would not have risked manipulating his parents, with risk wipe himself from existence. However, protected, he could afford a lot:

"Hey woman. Are you twenty-six? I'm sure of it. And I think you're too skinny for your job. I always thought prostitutes were slender - but how do I look, you're short plump? "

Before his eyes, the appearance of his mother ... Former mother, he himself was 19, so she could not give birth to him ... began to change. His mother has always been a prude. What was now in her place.. This little thing.... She was very curvy and not very tall. Her hair was still red, but now it was well-groomed and framed a much more depraved, plump face. Her clothes have changed in accordance with the new profession. Lingerie, corset-bustier, fucking make-up... Instead of an iron, she held a short whip.

"And you, presumably, a neighbor who came to the noise, to find out what's the matter? Yes, I remember - you are the husband of Mrs. Flowey from a neighboring house ... Well, I'm old enough to invite the most depraved whore of our city and you have no right to stop me from fucking her."

Reality has changed again. Now his father was wearing a jacket and gray trousers covered with stains. Mrs. (or rather Miss - before his interference) Flowey was a forty-year-old local lunatic. A lady with a lot of cats and a reputation as a local weirdo. By the way, for a change, one could do a good deed - and at the same time fix something: judging by the expression in his mother's eyes, the new reality had not yet fit into her head. Yes, and paralysis, probably, had to be removed.

"Ah, it hit me! You came here to offer to join you and Flowey. You are the most famous cucold couple in the area. No, she's real the smartest and most beautiful slut I've ever seen, but today I want to fuck this black whore. And no, you are not a mother to advise something. You are just a cheap prostitute that I bought to have fun properly. They say you are the best in anal and oral ... in any sequence? why are you both standing here like you've been paralyzed? You don't have any catatonia!"

The bastard smiled wickedly and joyfully as everyone began to move.

"Sorry, neighbor, I thought that you were fack my wify as usual, but you, I'm watching, have other entertainment planned" - lustfully giggled his ... neighbor. Interestingly, he remembered both realities and could freely move in memory, choosing the point of view he needed.

"So let's get started? I can't wait to prove to you that the rumors about my skills are true!" - a black lush girl, with lush curly hair, inflated and burst a huge chewing gum bubble.

Peter happily rubbed his hands and ran downstairs to the living room...