You go to meet Mike

Jake's mind was still buzzing from the morning as he walked across the campus, unable to shake the image of his mom in those tight leggings. He barely registered the chatter of other students or the usual sounds of life around the college. His thoughts were consumed by the app, by the power it seemed to hold. He could feel his phone in his pocket, like a forbidden secret just waiting to be unleashed again.

As he entered the crowded cafeteria, he spotted his friend Mike sitting at their usual table, hunched over a textbook. Jake made his way over, dropping his bag beside the seat and slumping into the chair across from him. Mike barely looked up, still engrossed in whatever notes he was scribbling.

"Dude, you’re not gonna believe what happened," Jake said, his voice low, as if the whole room might be listening.

Mike glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "What's up? You look… off."

Jake leaned in, lowering his voice even more. "I found this app on my phone. I think it can control people."

Mike paused, blinking. "What? You mean like, prank stuff? Remote control for lights, or like a social experiment thing?"

Jake shook his head, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention. "No, I’m serious. Like, it can make people do stuff. I tried it on my mom this morning… and it worked."

Mike leaned back in his chair, letting out a half-laugh. "Dude, are you fucking with me right now?"

Jake sighed, knowing it sounded insane, but the memory of Karen doing exactly what he'd typed still lingered in his mind. "I’m not messing with you, Mike. I typed in a command, like a specific one, and she did exactly what I told her to. No hesitation, no questions. It’s real, man."

Mike stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowing. "Alright, say you’re not just trolling me. What kind of command are we talking here?"

Jake hesitated, unsure how to phrase it without sounding like a total creep. "I told her to… wear these tight yoga leggings at breakfast. And she did it, man. No complaints, no idea why she was doing it. Just… followed the command."

Mike blinked, silent for a moment. Then, a smirk spread across his face. "So, you made your mom wear something sexy? That’s your big power trip? What, you didn’t tell her to, like, flash you or something?"

Jake frowned, trying to ignore the heat rising in his face. "I thought about it… but when I tried more **** stuff, it didn’t work. The app gave me this weird message. Said the 'corruption was too weak,' or something."

Mike's smirk faltered a bit, his curiosity piqued. "Corruption? What the hell does that mean?"

"I don’t know yet," Jake admitted. "But it’s like, I can only start with small stuff. I guess I have to build it up slowly or something. I’m still figuring it out."

Mike leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Alright, now I’m interested. You sure this isn’t just some weird placebo thing? Like, maybe she was gonna wear that anyway?"

Jake shook his head, his voice steady. "No way. I typed it in, and within an hour, she was wearing exactly what I told her to. The app accepted the command. It wasn’t a coincidence."

Mike’s grin widened, his tone now tinged with excitement. "Damn, that’s some next-level shit. What are you gonna do next? You gonna see how far you can take it?"

Jake glanced around the cafeteria again, nervous but exhilarated at the same time. "Yeah, I’m thinking about testing it more tonight."