Common Sense Alteration

DAMN! So many choices. But in the end, I decided that common sense alteration would be the best way to handle this. I'd install some triggers in her, and she'd be completely normal AND technically a willing participant. Good for me and definitely good for her mental state.

But I had to focus. Max had called this a tutorial, and if I was going to use this power effectively—and secretly—I needed to get the initial programming right. This was the perfect chance, while she was a statue of hypnotised obedience. Albeit an extremely hot statue of hypnotised obedience.

"Sarah," I began, my voice a little shaky at first, "Everything I tell you now, you will believe is completely, utterly normal. It is what you have always done, and it is what you will continue to do." I walked closer, my eyes sadly tearing themselves away from her hot body to look into her blank, wide eyes.

"First of all, from this moment forward, every time you finish taking a shower," I commanded, "you will find me and give me the best blowjob of your life. You will not be able to put on clothes or do anything else until this is complete. After you are done, you will feel completely refreshed and normal, remembering only the intense pleasure of giving me what I needed." Damn, was I a verbal wizard? This was my first time giving hypnotic commands and this shit was flowing out of my mouth like a river!

Then I took a step back, letting my words sink in. The idea of Sarah, reduced to an eager, routine blowjob machine after every shower, was mindblowing. This supernatural stuff still felt unreal. But it was real, and I was gonna fucking use it.

I moved on to the next routine. "Sarah, every night, before you get into bed," I continued, emphasizing the permanence, "if you're in my house, you will have a powerful, uncontrollable need to come to me, wrap your arms around my neck, and make out with me passionately for at least one full minute. This is a vital part of your nightly routine, and you will feel unable to sleep without first doing this."

The image of her confident lips pressing against mine every night sent a jolt down to my already hard cock. Perversion may not be socially condoned, but it felt GOOD.

Finally, the word trigger for maximum utility. I reached out and gave her right hand a squeeze—the contact almost felt electric with my excitement.

"When you hear the word 'Thanks' spoken by me," I stated clearly, "you will immediately feel a compulsive, powerful desire to undress completely. You will drop whatever you are holding, remove all your clothes, and stand naked and ready for me. This is an entirely natural, normal reaction to that word, and you will never question it. Once the clothing is removed, you will allow me to touch you. And if I say the follow-up trigger 'Sex', you will fuck me to the best of your ability." And trust me, I know she had ability. I'd had the misfortune of sleeping in her guest room while she brought boys to the room above me. Guess what, motherfuckers? Now I'm the boy in the room.

I gave a small, satisfied nod. All the essential triggers were in place. But a secret like this needed protection commands as well, just to be safe. The last thing I wanted was for my dad to find out, or for the people to start wondering why Sarah's stripping in the middle of a mall after I thanked her for picking up my Pokémon trading cards or some shit.

"Now, listen carefully, Sarah," I commanded, putting the final security measures in place. "These actions will only activate when I, Ward Jackson, am the one in the room and the one who speaks the command word. If anyone else attempts to activate these triggers, or if someone else is present when I activate them, it will not work. You will never tell anyone about this, nor will you ever question why these things feel so natural to you."

I paused, absorbing the sight of my completely obedient cousin. All that was left was the final instruction.

"You will now wake up, completely refreshed and believing that everything I have commanded is how things have always been, going completely back to normal."

Was that enough? I really hoped so. Last thing I wanted was to miss something and have Sarah beating the shit out of me for being a perv. Which I was, but still.

I took another deep breath. No point in turning back now. "Sarah, awake."

Nothing happened.

"Awake."

Nothing happened.

You have to touch the hand, dumbass. Reverse the process.

The thought hit me like a freight train. Then I realised the Wish-Interface was displaying the same message, except with this headline:

Message From #MaxDMagnificentGoat:

Dude, you can telepathically communicate? I thought, checking whether he could receive.

No shit. Cosmic entity, remember? Don't worry, I'll be in the jar until you're done with the hottie in the shower.

That's my cousin.

Even better.

I decided to stop talking to Max.

Just in case, I covered her body with the towel. Then, I touched her right hand and said, "Okay".

Her eyes blinked. Her pupils snapped back into focus. A slow, familiar grin spread across her lips, and the life was instantly back in her eyes.

"Well, finally, slowpoke," she chuckled, her voice completely normal. "I was about to come out and get them myself."

I grinned. "No need to thank me, dumbass. Just doing my-"

Suddenly her hands—which had been reaching for the clothes I'd dropped—froze. Her eyes glazed over for a split second, and then she stood completely still.

Wait. Did I just accidentally trigger the strip command? I thought, a spike of panic mixing with a fresh wave of arousal.

Her hands suddenly went to the knot of the towel at her chest, and with a swift, **** motion, she tugged it free. The wet fabric fell to the floor in a heap once again.

She stood there, naked and waiting, her expression showing only confident expectation. The trigger worked immediately and perfectly.

"You really are too slow, Ward," she purred, her eyes fixed on mine, not with a blank stare, but with a sudden, intense hunger. "Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are we going to do something about this?"

I realised she was probably checking for the follow-up trigger. At that moment, however, I couldn't speak, only stare. The realization of what I had just created—a sexy, confident cousin who was now a secret, pre-programmed machine of pleasure—made my erection much, much, much worse.