No, he plays dumb.

"What do you mean, Kiana?" Zach asked, smiling sweetly.

"You know damned well what I mean!" she fumed. "I couldn't stop doing what you told me to do! It was humiliating! I just want to know how you made me do it!"

"That's ridiculous, Kiana!" he said. "If I could make you do things, why wouldn't I tell you to take off all your clothes and shake your big titties? Ohh, by the way, take off all your clothes and shake your big titties."

"You evil, perverted fuck!" she screamed as she stripped. " How are you doing this! I will fucking kill you!"

"Don't kill me, Kiana," he said as she vigorously and helpfully shook her massive knockers. "Don't try to hurt me in any way by word or deed. Promise you won't."

"I promise I won't kill you or try to hurt you," she spat as she continued to forcefully jiggle her jugs. "Now stop making me do this! Please!"

"Okay, you can stop," he said.

She kept shaking her tits and a look of panic appeared on her face.

"Stop shaking your tits," Zach said, and she stopped. Apparently mere permission couldn't recind a command. It took another command.

"Okay, what do you want to stop doing this to me?" she demanded. "Do you want me to stop trying to get your dad to have you move out? Or have him help you with rent?"

"Put your hands on your hips and say 'I really am a stupid twat for thinking I could bargain my way out of this.'" he said.

"I really am a stupid twat for thinking I could bargain my way out of this." she agreed.

"Glad we agree on that," he said. "Now forget everything that happened after you felt the shock. Don't notice that you're naked or that I'm here until I tell you to. Just brush off the shock as a weird thing that happened and go back to exercising."

His step-mother blinked rapidly and then seemed to be staring right through him.

"Weird," she muttered to herself, then went back to her Zumba.

Zach giggled as she bounced about, oblivious. He slapped her ass and she didn't notice. He told her to hold still while he motorboated her tits and she stood there staring off into space until he was done and told her to keep exercising. She went right back to her Zumba.

Zach went back to his room and grabbed his cellphone. He went back and filmed his step-mother exercising naked. The curse shouldn't wear off, as far as he understood, but it wouldn't hurt to have plenty of **** material if it did.

This was all making Zach horny, of course, but also hungry.

"Stop exercising and go make me a turkey sandwich, then call me to eat it," he told her.

Kiana did exactly that and didn't notice Zack following her to the kitchen with his hand on her ass.

"It's so cold in here," she muttered to herself as she retrieved ingredients from the fridge, her bare nipples hardening. "I don't know why I'm making that spoiled brat a sandwich."

She frowned as she slathered bread with mayo and mustard.

"Why AM I making him a sandwich?" she asked. "This makes no sense!"

She continued making the sandwich. Then she called out to Zach.

"Hey Zack! I made you a sandwich for some reason! Come eat it!"

Then muttered "What is wrong with me?"