A Figurine

I blinked the spots out of my eyes and stared in shock at what the pink beam had done. John turned a dial and set the steaming gun on a pillow.

"Why is Vader pink?" So very, very Pink. The evil Sith Lord had turned to the pink side. He was now very much a she, the stoic cyborg's dramatic pose had become playful and sultry, mechanical limbs smooth and feminine. Her lightsaber was replaced with a dildo.

"I found real Capital-M-Magic Mads."

"No shit." I plucked the Bimbo Vader from the shelf. She was anatomically accurate right down the the labial folds, which I discovered when her skimpy loincloth fell to the side. The limbs were fully articulated and detachable, which I found hot for some reason. I licked my lips and put her back by inserting the support stand into her rubber asshole. I turned to look at John. "Where the fuck did you even find that thing?"

He shrugged. "I remember entering a store and a woman selling it to me, but I woke up on the street with the gun in my hands and I'm not missing any money."

"So, classic mysterious shop of many things?"

"Yup."

A fluttery tingle was building in my gut and in the back of my mind. "And the magic you got was to turn toys pink?"

He dug around for a laminated card and handed it to me. "This came with the gun, if it's right..." Our fingers touched and sent shivers down my back. "It should work on people too..." He trailed off, staring at me.

I sat on the bed to read through the rules, the tingle grew to a squirmy warmth between my legs and I pressed my boney thighs together. My mouth went dry and I started breathing heavily as I read through the rules over and over.

IQ dropping...cheerful and girly...bouncy tits and pillowy ass...

I gulped and shook my head free of horny thoughts, mostly anyway... I met John's intense gaze, a sheen of light reflecting off his glasses made him appear mysterious. "An-and I was the first test subject you thought of?" I did my best to infuse my voice with as much snark as I could. "Wow. Way to make a chick feel special." I croaked a little at the end, maybe he didn't notice how excited I was?

He smiled at me and I knew I failed to be convincing. He towered over me, playing with the gun in his hands. I gulped.

"Tell me Mads... Do you remember your favorite episode of Halftime Heroes as a kid?"

I groaned and hid my red face in my hands. "...the one when Master Malfeas captured Vicky Victory..." I should never have told him that. Or, I guess, it's a good thing I did? I squirmed some more.

My normally awkward and dorky buddy had gained a whole battleship's worth of confidence. He leered at me and brushed a few locks of black hair from my face. "And what did he do with her?"

I squeaked, "He used a hypno gun on her..." The barrel of the gun was a foot from my face. My mouth hung open and I nearly tore the bedsheets with how hard my hands were clenching.

"A hypno gun?" He gasped in surprise. "You mean one like this?"

Ooh~ Stop teasing me! I pleaded with my best pouty look.

John kissed me on the forehead and I shuddered. He grinned at my reaction, my goofy friend peeking through the dominance.

The gun was leveled at me, glowing pink. He considered it thoughtfully for a moment, then smirked at my body vibrating in excitement.

"What should we start with? Take things slow with Level 2 or empty your pretty little noggin with a blast of level 5?" He drawled like a cowboy, the nerd.

I just nodded and closed my eyes, ready for him to do whatever he wanted to me. I knew I'd love it either way.