Therapist

Bimbo was not on. I needed someone competent, who would stick around. And Repressed, even putting aside the question of whether that was already true, or this selection would make it true, gave us nothing we couldn’t get just by increasing her submission and ordering her. Therapist though had obvious major advantages, especially for rehabilitation of the supervillainesses, once I had more control at Arkham.

As I was settling in for dinner and an evening in with Asa, her phone buzzed. And she laughed. It was a text from Jenna, showing an empty lot. “Uh, should I, or do you want--”

“You take it, I’ve been fucking with her for two days.”

“What?”

“I keep an eye on her status, whenever she’s masturbating, I make sure she comes to you fucking her, or her girlfriend, rather than her dominating you, or beating you somehow, like she seems to be trying.”

“Wow…remind me not to piss you off.”

“Don’t piss me off, babe.”

I kissed her.

“If you can get her to max today, I’ll give you a special reward,” she said, pulling away and giving me a teasing little ass wag. I gave that a spank and grabbed the phone, energized.

All done! Can your boyfriend do that?

I smirked and typed a response.

Don’t need to, when I can pay people to and I’ve got this. Again, dick pick, at the enlarged size.

Dude, checking your girl’s messages? Don’t you trust her?

She passed it off to me, because she knows I’m looking to work out. Is that offer still open? I can show you how a real man lifts.

She obviously wanted to take her shot at fucking Asa, but couldn’t back down from a challenge, so half an hour later, we were at her gym. And she was wearing pretty pink workout clothes.

Over the next hour, I beat her at bench press, (+1 SP) eyebrow shaping; dead-lift (+1 SP) perfume; curls (+1 SP) sexier shoes (when safe); pull ups, (+1 SP) pussy waxing; running, (+1 SP) anal cleaning; pull ups, (+1 SP) getting rid of callouses; and push ups (Nothing) tooth whitening; but I lost at grip strength and stairs, so had to do a silly little song and dance.

That got her to +96, but I still hadn’t gotten the last training option, or any indication that I’d fully feminized her. But then, as I finished dominating her, her phone rang. It was Cory, calling her home for dinner.

Jenna was packing up to leave and I made a sneering comment about her being whipped, which was dumb, I was out of exercises and actually pretty tired. But it bought me a moment for a better idea to come to me. As Jenna offered to keep kicking my ass, I waved it off. “I was just kidding dude. We’re good. Though…”

She paused. “Yeah?”

“Well, I am hungry. And…”

“And?”

“It hardly seems like a fair competition.”

“What?”

“You, me and Asa. After all, I’ve been fucking her for a long time, I know everything she needs and likes. Hardly seems fair, it’s been nagging at me.”

“Yeah!” she latched onto that like it was the best idea she’d ever heard, as she already knew she’d lost that competition, she’d never made anyone cum like I’d made Asa cum. Of course, neither had I, without the app. But she didn’t know that. “So, if I lose, you just remember that.”

“So, we need a fairer competition.”

“What?”

“Well, if it was someone who you had more practice with, then that would balance it out. We could get reports from both and see who was really the best. You said you and Cory were having a lot of fun? That would be fair. Don’t you agree?”

Jenna was torn. The app meant her competitive nature was absurdly overpowered, but she’d seen what I’d done to Asa and believed I could do that to Cory too. Though since it wouldn’t be a threesome and she wasn’t in the app, I was less certain. But this should get me to 100, I was sure of that. If I could pull it off.

“Uh…well…I dunno if she’d go for it.”

“I get it dude, not everyone can have that sort of control, or trust with their partners. No big deal, I’ll just grab some fast food on the way home.”

“No, no, I can do it! I can. I just don’t want to ambush her, dude. That wouldn’t be cool.” +1 SP (Jenna: +97).

“Of course.” Dammit. But maybe I could still finish this up today and get that reward. “Mind if I crash dinner? Asa’s great at a lot of stuff, but she’s no cook.”

Perking up at something Cory was better at, Jenna nodded, “I’m sure that’ll be fine. Let’s hit the showers though, you stink.”

I laughed, “Don’t want your girl getting a whiff of my musk?” I asked flexing.

“More like don’t want the neighbors calling in a sanitation complaint,” she countered and I laughed. We headed off to the showers, separately, obviously. The place was pretty empty and didn’t have that many women at any time, so I was pretty sure she had the showers to herself and if not…well, too bad for her.

I opened up her profile and was gratified to see:

Jenna is rubbing herself to orgasm in the shower, as she’s alone and will actually get there, as she’s imagining you failing to make Cory cum even once.

Yeah, that was how the lock was phrased, but I could fix that. A quick use of Orgasm Control and she was cumming to the thought of me fucking her girlfriend

Jenna is getting a bit concerned. She keeps cumming to you and sure you’re a big…strong…VIRILE…man, but she wasn’t attracted to you. You’re just friends…right?