Experiment

Lucy ordered her new possession to go to her dorm room with her, groping her ass cheek with her full hand as she did.

As they entered, the high of being a dom started slowly fading as Lucy's higher brain functions started seeping in. Starting to sweat, she fell on her bed trying to make sense of what just happened.

Her brain ran hot. "Why did I say all those things? Why did I even fucking write that on some random girl's ass? What's wrong with me? Am I just a terrible person, an animal? What the hell is an Ass **** even?" As she tossed and turned over what she did, Alex, the ever dutiful ****, shoved her ass next to her mistress's head. "Here, this Ass **** can tell you're stressed. Use my ass like a stress ball. My ass is sure to calm you down, mistress." She smiled with pride at her proposition.

Lucy, befuddled and wracked with guilt, still didn't think twice and started playing with the glorious mounds like it was clay. True to Alex's word, it did calm her down, calm enough to ponder, "So I wrote that on her and she turned into this. Wait, no, it was only after she saw it on herself. That other girl, she read it too and said it was normal after, so whatever I write becomes normal once someone else reads it. Is that how this works?"

As Lucy was thinking, Alex was on cloud nine, giggling like a schoolgirl. "I'm such a good Ass ****," she thought.

"Alex," Lucy asserted as she got up, releasing Alex's ass, which made her feel lonely. "Come with me, I want to test something."

"Of course, mistress. I'd kill myself if you told me to." Not wanting to unpack that last comment, Lucy jogged to the door, Alex not far behind. "Okay, so I think when people read what I write with this pen I found, whatever I wrote becomes 'real' or I guess, like, the truth. Anyway, I want you to flash your ass at random people and we'll see how they react." Alex gave a little salute and went to work without complaint.

Alex happily skipped around the campus cafeteria, no panties to be more efficient at her mission. Spotting a janitor, she spent not even a second before she turned over, bent at a perfect 90-degree angle, and pulled her shorts down to her ankles. Watching from afar, Lucy was amazed at the janitor nonchalantly walking away after seeing Alex's perfect ass, as if it was an everyday occurrence.

Alex did not falter and continued flashing person after person, each unimpressed. After the 16th person, Lucy felt a tap on her shoulder. "Hey, can you tell your Ass **** to stop flashing people? It's getting in the way of where people walk, it could be a fire hazard."

Some faculty member Lucy didn't recognize really did see her as nothing but an object, he was also able to recognize her as the owner somehow. "O-oh, sorry... hey Alex," she sheepishly said. Alex quickly turned her head and ran to her mistress's side like a loyal dog. "Yes, mistress, what do you need?" The faculty member, having his arms crossed and waiting, prompted Lucy to say, "Uhh... please stop flashing people, you could, umm... be a fire hazard."

Alex chirped, "Okay, anything for you," as she saluted and grinned. The faculty member, satisfied, walked off, leaving the two women standing there.

Now sitting at a lunch table, Lucy asked, "Hey, Alex, you're my Ass ****, right?"

"Of course, mistress," Alex said, beaming.

Lucy pressed, "And you've always been my Ass ****?"

"Of course, but I just didn't know it until I met you. It felt like the red string of fate pulled us together." As she said this, she grabbed onto Lucy's arm, cuddling against her.

Lucy, shyly, "And you're just okay with being an Ass ****, like property?"

Alex looked deep into Lucy's eyes. "Of course, mistress. Being owned like this... well, it's amazing. It's like I know why I exist. There isn't any anxiety about who I should be or could be, no ifs. I know who I am and how to be happy." She nuzzled even deeper.

Lucy, filled with embarrassment but not having the strength to ward off someone so much larger and stronger, accepted the affection. It helped, it turned her on insanely too.

"Uhh, so like, how does it work being property? Are you, like, still a citizen or...," she trailed off.

"Yeah, it's just a special kind of citizen. It's pretty much the same as being human, except that if I ever got stolen it would count as theft and not ****," she explained.

All Lucy could think about was how bizarre this all was, and also how horny it made her. Well, actually, mostly that. Grabbing Alex's arm, they headed back to her room, noticing the sun setting as they did.

Lucy looked over Alex's ass, as was her right apparently. She tried scrubbing the ink off Alex, but it didn't so much as bleed. Even spitting on it did nothing, except make Alex cum, of course.

"So whatever I write is permanent, people will treat it like normal, and they need to read it. Does it affect things temporarily? If I wrote 'was always my Ass ****,' would that change history?" Lucy was laying out her options.

"How about this," Lucy wrote above her previous marking, "Futanari." "Alex, can you read what I wrote?" Turning her head, Alex did indeed see "Futanari," but nothing changed. "I see it, mistress, but why did you write that? Not that I mind, of course." Lucy was flummoxed. Thinking it over, she then added "Lucy's Futanari." Still arched back, as soon as Alex finished reading, she felt a sizable 12-inch cock shot out of her crotch.

Cumming from the sensation of the new member, Alex fell back into Lucy's lap. "Amazing, so it has to be paired with my ownership, amazing." Seconds after making this revelation, Lucy started playing with Alex's new cock, sensitive from just ejaculating. Many doors had just opened up for her.