Done Playing Games, Time To Take Over

Pearl's voice starts to feel like an **** on your eardrums. You attempt to endure her loud complaints on account of your friendship. However, your patience runs out upon deciding that you'd rather listen to nails scratching a chalkboard.

"Alright! Enough already!" You snap back at her. Pearl instinctively flinches backward. Usually being the calmer one in the group, she's thrown off by your sudden outburst.

Quickly regaining composure, she stands up strait and crosses her arms in front of her. Then one of her eyebrows shoot up giving you a look that non-verbally communicates that she's waiting for something. You realize that your friend thinks she's worn you down enough to give in.

Normally, it would have worked but things have changed. You've only been the 'go with the flow' type because you hated conflict and feared it to a degree. Now that you're armed with this new power, everyone's going with YOUR flow and there will be no conflict.

After taking a split second to calm yourself down, you mimic her crossed-arm stance. A devilish smirk spreads across your face.

"You know what? I'm claiming your opinion of how people react to my powers." You state in a smug voice.

Feeling proud, you Give yourself a mental pat on the back for keeping it specific. Simply claiming her opinions would result in Pearl constantly looking to you for guidance. Asking you 'What do I think about this?' over and over would be even more annoying.

Your response was obviously not the one she was expecting. Pearl eyes squint in frustration as jolts her head forward.

"WHA-" is the only sound she gets out before you cut her off.

"And from now on, you believe anyone who I've claimed something from needs to just accept that it's mine now and adapt to their new reality."

You pause to take a breadth and simultaneously scan your friends face. Skepticism is riddled throughout her expression. However, she seems to be picking up that you're not quite finished and remains silent.

"You think since my right to claim things is absolute, getting upset or protesting is just a waste of energy. The only thing that can be done is try to make the best you can of the situation. Its your opinion that you should treat claims I make involving yourself no different than how you think others should."

Your breathing picks up in attempt to recover from lengthy speech you just spat out. Without any reason to fear repercussions, you eagerly await her response.

Pearls expression softens the moment you note that she's no exception to her new opinion. Her posture relaxes from the previously rigid position it was in.

"Well duh. It's not like I can make you give me back where I can go or my opinion of your powers. No use in crying over it like a baby."

Her voice is so casual it's hard to believe she was in a fit of rage a few seconds ago. After marveling at the god like power at work, you step past her.

"Are we almost done here? I'm getting cold." She says sounding more annoyed by the length of your conversation than your meddling with her thoughts.

You chuckle and begin walking to her house, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder as you do so.

"Come on, you lead the way. We're going up to your room." You declare.

"I guess if thats what you want." She says. Her tone sounds like a teen trying to be 'to cool for school'.

Pearl kicks into a mini speed walk to catch up. About halfway up the stone path that leads to her door, she reaches you and begins to speak.

"Just so you know, my parents are not going to be thrilled when they see you. I'm not allowed to have people over this late without asking them first, let alone a boy. It won't matter if you've known them for years or even that you own where I go. They're gonna be pissed."

She picks up the pace after filling you in on whats to come. Realizing you were about to waltz right into Pearl's home without considering her family makes you feel foolish. Thats an easy way to get rocked in the face by her Dad before you can give any explanation.

With a more level head, you tell Pearl she's going to stop right when she gets inside the house. Interacting with her parents will be easier when you're not marching strait into their daughters bedroom. The two of you finally make it to the door and enter.

"Pearl what happened!?! Why didn't you call us and say you were running late!?! We where getting worried!"

The distressed yelling from Pearl's mother sends a shiver down your spine. With your back turned to the rest of the home, You take a deep breadth and close the front door. You turn around and see the woman barreling toward you in her pajamas. Looking over her shoulder, you find her husband standing in the living room with his arms crossed.

"I'm sorry. I would have been home sooner but Chase owns where I go now." Pearl explains nonchalantly.

Her mother stops in her tracks and locks eyes with you. Her surprised look makes you wonder if she noticed your presence in the first place.

"WHAT?!?! Chase, she's your friend! How could you do that to her?" She says half in shock and half in anger. The Dad also comes marching in upon hearing this.

"Hold on I can explain." You say with your hands held up in a surrendering position. The gesture causes Pearl's parents to give you about five more seconds.

"But first, I'm claiming your opinion of me! Yours to Mr. Nowak!" You spit out.

The two parent's stop in their tracks. They look completely unsure of themselves because they are. They're waiting for you to tell them what they think of you before saying anything. The realization brings a smirk to your face.

"You both have always thought highly of me in every aspect. Interacting with me is always a delight no matter the time or place. I'm the most charismatic, interesting, and attractive person you have ever met."

Their confusion slowly turns to joy. Although you realize the 'attractive' part was now implanted in both Parent's opinion, you decide to keep going. But you make a mental note erase it from the Dad later.

"You find it so easy to get comfortable with me no matter what I talk about or how I speak. You think every joke I make is hilarious, even if it insults you or your loved ones."

Their joy's now becoming excitement.

"You think I'm so trustworthy that you believe everything I say. As far as you concerned, there is nothing I can do or say to upset you."

Finally, the two parents who were appalled by your presence are sprouting wide smiles.

"Chase! So nice to see you! Come on in, I'll make you some of that hot chocolate I know you love."

Now it's your turn to smile as you start making yourself at home.

Ten minutes after your awkward entrance you find yourself seated in Pearl's living room. Lounging on the couch across from you is her father, Max Nowak. The large man fiddles with his phone for a moment before setting it down on the coffee table resting between you.

"Sorry about that, Chase. I just figured I'd get ahead on some work emails if I'm up this late." He says.

"Not a problem, Max. I'm glad I could drop by. Watching your wife walk by with that fat ass of her's is always a pleasure. I need to ask....are those implants? Cause God damn she's cheeked up."

Your tone is akin to a conversation between jocks talking about a cheer leader. Speaking that way to a grown man feels bizarre to you but its fun at the same time, especially when its about his wife.

Max shows no sign of taking offense from your crude comment. In fact, the man actually seems amused by your description of his wife's figure. He even chuckles before responding.

"Nope. All of that junk in her trunk is 100% natural. I gotta say hearing that you claimed where Pearl can go was a surprise. But if that's the reason we're getting a chance to hang, I'm glad you did it."

That makes you realize you had completely forgotten about pearl. You look over towards the house's entrance where you left her. Not expecting you to relocate her anytime soon, she's decided to sit on the floor and keep busy on her phone.

Looking at her makes you want **** for all the bullshit she put you through earlier.

"Oh yea. Hey Pearl! Come over here and crawl under the coffee table!" You call out.

You and Max watch as she picks her self up and makes her way to you. Without saying a word, she gets back down on the floor and slides underneath the small glass table. Her father also remains silent as he watches her settle into a fetal position.

As you admire Pearl through the glass, you decide that it's the perfect place to store her for a while. You came here with the intention of fucking her but now you have a new target. Controlling adults your parents' age is giving you such a rush it makes Pearl seem boring.

You bring your attention back to Max who has also just looked up from his daughter.

"Anyway, back to your bubble butt wife. All natural ay? You're a lucky man, getting to tap that."

Just as Max began opening his mouth to speak, he's cut off by a feminine voice from the kitchen entrance.

"He's a VERY lucky man." Pearl's mother, Karla, walks into the room with a tray holding three mugs.

"Here you go boys. My famous coco." She says while carefully placing the tray on the table, eclipsing the view we previously had of Pearl.

You reach for one of the mugs while Karla settles next to her husband on the couch. The first sip of coco fills your taste buds with a heavenly sensation of chocolatey goodness. Suddenly, you're reminded of your second favorite reason why getting an invite to the Nowak house excites you.

The friendship between Pearl and almost everyone is very real. Although, guys who pick her house as their top hangout spot for any reason that's not the chance to peak down Karla's shirt immediately get called out for lying. It's easy to see why when listening to the males in your friend group converse. Simply mentioning Pearl prompts someone to comment on Mrs. Nowak's hot body. That's all it takes for everyone to start stating what they'd give to fuck her.

However, you're currently focused on why this house really has a special spot among your friends. While they aren't sexually attracted to her Mom like the boys, Pearl gets asked to host by the girls just as frequently. That's because Karla's easily the best cook out of everyone's parents. A night at the Nowak house is one filled with all sorts of tasty treats. Even now, the group's opinion is reaffirmed with each sip of her home made coco. It's so good that you decide to put your devious plan's on hold for a moment to enjoy the warm drink.

Seeing that your lips are preoccupied, Karla takes it upon herself to strike up a conversation. You spend the next few minutes sipping down the chocolate drink while listening to her make small take. It's mostly focused on little stories from the last time you came over and what's been happening in her life since then.

A little while later, you feel satisfied and set the drink down. Interpreting the gesture as sign that you're ready to join the conversation, Karla asks you about you've been up to. Instead of answering, you snap back at the older woman in a cold voice. Your tone comes off as blatantly disrespectful.

"Yea shut up. There's something I want to talk about now that you're both here."

Your rude statement doesn't spark any anger from the mature couple. In fact, neither of them appear to even be annoyed. Instead, your friend's parents look eager to hear what you have to say.

"I now have the power to claim anything I want, as you already know."

They both nod in the affirmative as I continue.

"So I've been thinking. I know how much you two adore me. I mean, every time I come over to hang out with Pearl you always find excuses to spend more time with me."

Max leans forward to grab his coco "Sorry for all the intrusions, we just love chatting with you."

"True. But I'd say it's not just chatting your after. Let's be real here you're almost always checking me out when I come around."

Karla, who was also sipping her coco, begins to cough up her drink in shock. After a second of fighting it back down her throat she looks towards the ground and begins to blush.

"I can't believe you noticed. I'm so sorry if we ever made you feel uncomfortable. You've just grown into an attractive young man. It's hard not to...."

Sparing her the embarrassing explanation, you move forward.

"So I was doing the math and realized something. You both cherish every moment you get with me. I'm clearly thought about often while you two are having sex. I'd bet that Karla here imagines that it's me fucking her every time. Am I right?"

Karla looks up at you. Seeing how comfortable you are with her attraction to you, she starts to relax.

"Guilty." She says as if she's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Then she looks over to Max and flashes him a non-verbal look that says 'Sorry'.

"Don't worry Karla. I'm sure Max spends the whole time thinking about how you and I fucking would be the hottest thing he's ever seen."

Max looks over at his wife who is awaiting his response "Well...He's not wrong." he says.

"That leads to my main point. How would the two of you feel if I claimed your marriage? I think it would be perfect for your relationship. I would be around a lot more and you'd even get to live out those sexual fantasies."

The two of them look completely shocked. They look at you for a second before turning to each other. Both waiting for their spouse to speak first.

A few seconds of silence go by and then Pearl's voice erupts from underneath the table.

"HELL NO!" Her parents glance down at her as she screams.

"You can't seriously be considering agreeing to that! I'd understand if he just claimed it without asking. But he is GIVING YOU A CHOICE! JUST SAY NO!" Pearl cries out desperately to them.

Karla nudges Pearl with her foot and says "Honey, be quiet. Dad and I are talking." with a stern voice.

"What would you claiming our marriage entail, Chase?" Max asks in a rather business like tone.

You lean forward tentatively, almost like you're in a conference.

"Well I would assume control of everything that involves your relationship including shared bank accounts. However, what I have in mind looks more like me joining your marriage."

The pair look at you interested in what you mean by that. Seeing that their seriously considering your offer, you continue on.

"I would move into your home and the three of us would share the marital bedroom. I'd also be joining in on all your occasions like date nights, family vacations, reunions and all the rest. Also, I'd receive a permanent invite to all of your intimate moments plus the authority to direct them."

Karla, clearly liking what she hears, chimes in "This is starting to sound like an amazing arrangement, Chase."

"Wait until I'm finished, bubble butt. There'd be a slight rearrangement to the dynamic around here. You see, there can only be one 'man of the house'. Once I claimed your marriage, that role will be mine."

Max, looking slightly concerned, asks you to elaborate.

"First of all, every decision concerning this family will be up to me. That means I'd have the final say on financial choices, renovations, moving, and anything else. Second, I'd take your place as Pearl and her sister's father figure. They would call me 'Dad' and call you by your first name. Everything within a father's authority over their children would be within my power. That includes their chores, curfew, punishments, and anything else."

Max hunches over as he takes in all your proposed changes. His hand strokes his chin in deep thought. Karla on the other hand looks like her mind's been made up for a while. She's practically salivating at the thought of you moving into her bedroom.

"OH COME ON! THIS IS SUCH BULL SHIT!" Pearl screams out in defiance. No one pays any attention to her.

Her voice eventually dies down and silence falls upon the room. With Karla's answer being a given, everyone waits for Max with anticipation.

Finally, he straightens up and makes eye contact with you. He smiles from ear to ear and he reaches over the table. You mirror the motion to accept his offering of a hand shake.

"We'd be honored to have you claim our marriage, Chase. It's about time we prove that my wife's fat ass is real."

Karla lets out a cry of excitement as I continue to shake her husband's hand in agreement.

"You mean OUR wife's fat ass." You say. The remark sends the three of you into laughter.

"NOO! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! CAN'T YOU GUYS JUST DATE HIM?!?!" Pearl yells into deaf years once again.