Chapter 4 : Experience !

It didn’t take long for Chery to end up in her underwear, a white set.

" There you go. So, what do you think ? Is it good enough... is it what you were expecting ? "

Timmy.exe had stopped functioning. But now, he was fairly certain, she had done this because he’d asked her to. He could no longer dismiss it as a joke, it had gone too far, even for her.

" Uh, yeah... very good... . "

For a fleeting moment, his thoughts took a dark turn.

If she does everything I say... .

She could do so much more than just strip down to her underwear. Chery was quite petite, yet with her generous curves, she possessed a desirable figure, a sort of " legal loli " aesthetic.

Even the tiniest, most subtle rolls of flesh only made her more adorable. Who wouldn't think that ? Even he... well, he didn't love his sister, and perhaps due to social norms, he felt nothing for her, but this... .

He wasn't a pervert. Even wilder thoughts began to surface before he took a deep, steadying breath.

" You can get dressed again and go back to what you were doing. "

He managed to restrain himself.

If there’s even a one-percent chance she’s just acting, I need to be sure. I’d rather not end up in prison. Maybe I’m still dreaming.

That was the second time he’d had that thought. She was his sister, after all, who’s to say she hadn't decided to play an elaborate prank ? To be certain, he should try it on strangers. That way, he’d know for sure it wasn't a joke.

But who could he try it on ? In the house, there was only his sister and his mother... . He shook his head. Then again, if this is all just a prank, if he asks his mother to show him her underwear, he’s going to get a thrashing. Even if the odds are low, he’d rather avoid that.

Maybe I should ask for something more normal... no, to be absolutely sure, I need to go for something crazy. The pretty girls out jogging should still be around, right ?

Without a second thought, he headed back out. He might miss a meal, but he’d just send his mother a quick text, just in case. There was something more important at stake. Five minutes later, he arrived at the park, a spot that’s usually quite busy, especially during the summer and the holidays.

He sat down on a bench and scanned the crowd. His conscience, at least, kept him from targeting mothers with their children or young women who seemed sweet and kind.

Right, on paper, attractive female joggers were the perfect targets, and as it happens... .

Footsteps echoed nearby. A beautiful blonde jogger passed by, young, and a complete stranger to him. The perfect choice, he’d feel too guilty if he actually knew her. As she went by, he couldn't help but notice her firm, shapely backside in her form-fitting workout gear.

She was quite the looker. Timmy followed her with his gaze. A little further on, she stopped to catch her breath. He braced himself. Time to ask something absurd. There was just as much chance of getting slapped as there was of it actually working.

At this point, either outcome was possible. He’d already figured out what to ask, something that wouldn't make him look like a total lunatic but would certainly be enough to earn him a slap without a shadow of a doubt.

He waited for the foot traffic to die down a bit. It’s best to make such a request when there are as few people around as possible to overhear. He took a few steps, and once he reached her, he gave a slight cough.

" Miss. "

" Hmm, yes ? "

The young woman clearly hadn’t been listening. She turned toward him, unmoved, indifferent.

" ... . "

" Do you have something to say ? "

He had remained silent, paralyzed by the stress. It was all just too intense. But it was now or never.

" Um... I imagine running makes you thirsty. You need to stay hydrated, but you also have to get rid of the excess. Why don’t we head over to those bushes, out of sight from any passersby, so you can... relieve yourself ? "

Yes, he was actually asking her to go pee in the bushes, right in front of him. It was the best compromise he could come up with. It was definitely pushing it, but surely not enough to make her call the police on the spot... .

The woman looked at him, then suddenly clutched her stomach.

" True, I did drink quite a bit earlier during my workout. I really do need to pee. The restrooms are all the way on the other side of the park, so yeah, the bushes will work just fine. "

Timmy opened his eyes wide. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It worked !

The woman walked toward the bushes, and he followed, a silly grin plastered on his face.

I’m absolutely certain that my words actually work. What kind of power is this ?

The jogger stopped and glanced around before pulling down her sweatpants, along with the thong she was wearing underneath. For sports, a thong was the best choice to avoid visible lines under tight-fitting workout gear.

She set her clothes aside so they wouldn’t accidentally get wet. She even took off her shoes and socks, she was being quite careful.

Then, she squatted down and began to pee. He couldn’t help but note one thing, this was the second woman he’d seen peeing in the span of just a few minutes. Surely a world record... . There was certainly reason to be proud.

The view wasn't bad, either. He had to admit that having such power was actually quite something. Now, it was time to have some fun... .

What should he do ?

Lost in thought, he didn't notice the young woman finishing up her business. She wanted to wipe herself, but that was difficult under the circumstances. She resigned herself to simply shaking her hips as best she could to dislodge any remaining drops.

In doing so, she lost her balance and struck a tree root. As a result, her pussy ended up right over Timmy, who fell down along with her. Just centimeters from his face was a beautiful pussy, covered in a fine, soft fuzz.

Acting on reflex, he took hold of the woman’s hips and gently pushed her away. He didn't take advantage of the situation, he was simply too caught off guard.

" Thanks... I almost fell... . "

" You're welcome... . "

At that moment, he realized something else.

It’s one thing that she wasn't angry about nearly falling, but she was actually smiling, without the slightest bit of embarrassment. This was exactly like what happened when I asked her for things. Could it be that, beyond just my words, my gestures and actions are also perceived as perfectly normal ?

The more he thought about it, the more certain he became. After all, given everything that had happened, the situation was no longer so bizarre that he had to assume he was losing his mind. If his words held a certain power, why shouldn't his actions ?

A whole new dimension opened up before his eyes !

The day was going to be incredible !!