Sam gets some answers

Despite being in the presence of her bewildered husband and clearly distressed daughter, Julie had not ceased her lewd display. If anything her hands worked at a more frantic pace, her mouth slightly curved into a smile as though she derived an added sense of pleasure from being seen.

"Julie..." Sam struggled with himself, "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

In response Julie began to draw out the string of anal beads from her ass, until it looked like some abhorrent tail. She then looked Sam and Stella straight in the eye as she began to feed them back into her hungry rectum.

"It's sooooo good Hon," she moaned, a steady stream of juices running from her neglected pussy soaking into the carpet. "I'm such a butt slut..."

Stella only sobbed harder at that. Sam could only imagine the psychological trauma this was inflicting on the girl and the inevitable therapy he would need to pay for. He drew a protective arm around her. "Sweetheart, I need you to go to your room, ok? I'll sort all of this out."

"She's fucking crazy Daddy," the girl responded with choked sobs, "this is fucked up! She hasn't stopped this whole time!"

"I know," he replied soothingly, "but I'll figure something out, just...go to your room, ok?"

Tearfully the teenager obeyed and rushed from the living room down the hall, her absence being punctuated by the distant slam of a door. With that out of the way, Sam turned back to his wife, who was steadily masturbating in front of him.

"Jesus Christ, Julie," he couldn't contain the disgust he felt, "cut that out!"

"I...don't...ahhh...want to," her breathing was rapid as she worked the objects into her ass, her face becoming flushed, sweat trailing down her body as she worked herself closer and closer to an anal orgasm. Her movements became frenzied and a moment later she let out a guttural moan of pleasure that was punctuated by a steady steam of juices spraying out of her cunt. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Her body went limp after that, collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut. Her tits rising and falling as she stared blankly up at the ceiling, the ghost of a smile on her lips.

Sam took the opportunity to approach and after a second's consideration, drew the anal beads from Julie's body entirely along with the dildo. This drew a long drawn out groan of protest from his wife, but she wasn't in a position to do much more than that. Sam grimaced at the slimy sex toys that were currently in his hands, but wasted no time going out and throwing them into the garbage.

When he returned Julie had lifted her head slightly, a tired scowl across her face. "What the FUCK do you think you're doing?!?"

"This shit has gotten out of hand Julie," he shook his head in disgust, "What the fuck were you thinking? I don't know where this kinky shit has come from, but to do that in front of Stella? Do you really think she'll ever want anything to do with you after that?"

His wife's scowl only deepened. "Why should I care what she thinks? I need my butt filled!"

"Do you realise how that sounds?!" Despite the pang of arousal her words brought to him, Sam found himself getting hot with anger too. "You sound like a...

"An anal obsessed freak!" Julie finished for him, currently going about fingering her now gaping asshole. "So what! I'm not ashamed!"

Something about the words rung true and slowly the cogs of his brain turned as his memory jolted back to life. Hadn't he said something like that earlier? Almost exactly like that? Fuck, he had. And with that came another thought. He had, albeit sarcastically, told Jerry that Vicky wanted to marry him and have his babies. Suddenly the connection formed in his mind. Yesterday he had jokingly told Julie that he would get anal....

Fuck, could he have caused all this? But how? Just by saying things out loud? That didn't make any sense whatsoever, yet right now it was the only thing he had to go on. He needed make sure he wasn't just going completely mad. An experiment was in order.

Looking at his wife with as much intensity as he could summon, Sam spoke. "You don't like Anal, Julie."

The sensation, the vertigo hit him. At once her masturbation stopped. Julie frowned at her fingers which were currently sodomising her booty and withdrew them without another word.

Sam was stunned. How the fuck? Did he actually make that happen? He noticed, however, that Julie had not put on any clothes and still sat on the floor, watching him. It occurred to him after a moment what was missing.

"You feel shame about what you've done, just like a normal person would."

Vertigo.

Julie's expression changed at once. All colour drained from her face and it seemed for the first time that she was consciously aware of her nudity and state. "Oh my god," she quickly looked about the room and scrambled to put on her discarded clothing. "OhmygodohmygodwhathaveIdone?"

"Julie," he said, "maybe calm down for a second."

Her eyes flashed with rage. "Calm down? How can I calm down!" Tears began to stream down her face. "Oh my god, how will I ever be able to face Stella? I'm such a dirty, horrible mother!"

Hmm. Sam frowned at the scene, he felt nothing and Julie was still freaking out. Maybe he'd need to reword things?

"Julie, you feel completely calm right now."

That did the trick. Her frantic passing stopped and her expression and posture eased into a more relaxed state as she slowly got dressed.

Sam considered. For whatever it was to come into effect, direct statements were what seemed to be the instigating factor. Questions and suggestions did nothing. Still, he would need to be careful with what he said going forward, for however long this thing lasted.

But how did this happen? Was he hypnotising people with his voice? No that wasn't right. Vicky didn't hear him when he spoke to Jerry. It was like he just spoke the words into reality. So what were the limits of this...ability? Were there any limits?

He looked at Julie again, and without thinking said, "Your tits are bigger today."

The vertigo struck again, and in the span of him blinking and opening his eyes Julie's tits grew heavier, larger while the woman didn't so much as bat an eye at the situation.

Holy fuck. His words could actually effect physical change? Sam's mind began to race with possibilities. A whole new world had been opened to him, and whatever anxiety and confusion he felt had dissolved away, replaced by a newfound sense of...power.

He looked at his now voluptuous wife.

Yes, oh yes.