Sorry Francis. Maybe Stacy will borrow your cock?

Wendell reached over and grabbed the discarded ray from beside Francis. Francis seemed puzzled, and Stacy just glared expectantly. After all, neither of them knew what the ray actually did.

"So? What's it gonna be motherfucker? " Stacy spat. "Put that damn thing down, you fuckin' dolt and answer me!" Stacy reached over to snatch the toy away, much faster than Wendell had anticipated. She gripped the toy to rip it from Hank's big hand, and she managed to do so, but as she whipped it towards herself, her thumb pressed the trigger. With the barrel crossing right over Francis, a short buzz and a whirr later and he was deflated into a loose pile on the floor.

"Oh shit!" escaped from Wendell's.

"What the fuck-what the fucking fuck-what the hell is this shit Hank?"

"Stacy-uh...why don't you give me tha-"

"Were you gonna do that to me? I'm not giving you this fuckin' thing!" Stacy pointed the ray at Wendell. "Explanations Hank! Now!"

"I-uh..."

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"You little...fuckhead." Stacy said, through a cloud of smoke. She sat with her back to the window, and now glared at Wendell, silhouetted with her face illuminated by the glow of her cigarette. "You fucked me in the park...and I didn't even...get to...cum."

That's all she mad about? Whew.

Wendell sat naked on the bed. Hank had been discarded next to him under the threat of being shot with the ray. He had his hands sheepishly resting between his knees. "That just all sorta happened Stacy. I mean...sorry?"

"Bullshit," She took a drag off the cigarette and brandished the toy gun in her hand. "So, another shot will put these two back to normal?"

"That's about the size of it, yeah."

"And you just crawl inside and get to experience exactly what it's like to be them?"

"Seems so."

"Hmm....Wendell, did you wear me?" She asked, ashing her cigarette out the window.

"Uh...I thought about it?"

"Huh."

"You're not gonna like...make Hank wear me, are you?" Wendell asked.

"I don't think so... Hank's a tool. He's popular and keeps the little creeps like you away from me, but maybe," she raised and eyebrow to Wendell, "that was a mistake. You're very kinky Wendell, and I've got all sorts ideas for this little toy, that require some help. For starters..."