A little comedy

First item on the enthralling menu was the old classics. In the off-chance she was just pranking him, this would surely be too much embarrassment for her. And if she wasn't, it would be the funniest thing he'd seen in months. And so, leaning back on the couch, he made himself comfortable, pulled out his phone and gave her the first order of many to come. "Go up there, and do the chicken dance for me. And don't forget the clucking."

Without an ounce of shame or hesitation, Stacy obeyed. With the camera on his phone and two big round eyes, Mack watched in pure childish glee as clucking sounds filled the room and a shit-eating grin filled his face. He knew that he now held power in the form of this pretty gold watch, and he was going to **** it as hard as his sense of shame would let him.

Speaking of abusing power, he stopped the recording, as he had seen all the entertainment he would need for the next few weeks. "Okay Stacy, that's enough of that. Come over here and sit with me," he said, chuckling to himself as he patted the cushion next to him. As he thought, she stopped her poultry performance and walked over, dropping herself onto the couch next to him.

Mack took a few seconds to properly analyze the kind of trance his formerly talkative roommate was in. She had suprisingly good posture, which might have been a habit she picked up from carrying around those massive tiddies, which were well emphasized due to her unreasonably loose and baggy plain white shirt. Her eyes were dead set forward, not reacting in the slightest when he waved his hand in front of her, although she did focus on his fingers when he snapped them. He pushed her a little and she stabalized herself, and when he pushed her so that she'd fall on her side, she simply righted herself back up.

"I see, I see," he mused, contemplating what the ins, outs, and in betweens of this seemingly magical watch would entail. Were there any restictions on the orders he could give? Was Stacy aware of what was going on? Where did this thing even come from anyways? And who gave it to him?

A little bit of self-honesty later, he realized that the last two questions didn't matter to him very much. Frankly, it would be rude to whoever sent him the watch spend his time pondering the origins and meaning of it all. There would be time to think about all that later anyways. Right now, he had a hypnotized roommate to deal with. He had read enough "literature" to know what consequences he could incur is he wasn't careful, and enough decency to not accidentally traumatize Stacy, regardless of how much he hated her guts. And so he asked a very simple question.