Offering David control

David nodded, wondering what on earth someone with his father's power could want from a mere mortal.

"Well you know how it goes," Michael explained, "you work, and you strive for the power to do and be anything and once you get it you're stopped dead by choice paralysis. Frankly, I'm tired of being the one making all the decisions around here. So, I'm asking you to lend me some of that deliciously pervy imagination of yours."

"I, I don't know what you mean," David stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"Please, no need to be modest son," Michael chuckled, "I've read some of those smutty stories you post online. Transformation, mind control, BDSM, all that kinky stuff. You’ve got a real talent for it, my boy!"

David squirmed, this is just typical, of all the hobbies and interests he's tried to share with his father over the years the old man just had to latch on to one thing he'd hoped to keep private.

"Uh, thanks, I guess, but what exactly do you want me to do?"

"Why, transform me of course," the pool toy laughed as if it should be obvious "make me be the subject of one of your dirty fetish stories, the filthier, the better. I've given you a temporary limited connection to my machine. For the next forty-eight hours, I'll be your willing plaything. Go ahead, give it a try..."