He wrote his own name…

Lisa couldn’t look Tyler in the eye.

Not because she was humiliated. And it was weird she didn’t feel humiliated at all, damp as her loins were getting as she bucked her hips into the table corner. Her clit stiffened as it rubbed, throbbed, buzzed, and she thumped her worries away.

Hump. Hump.

She was more horny than humiliated. Like, she just needed a good rub. It left her confused for a few seconds until her cunt started aching again and begging that she resume her humping…

Her mantras… she needed to meditate. That’s right. Her meditations. She just needed to control herself. Eyes closed as her face scrunched in deep thought.

Breathe in. She inhaled. Her chest jutted out.

Her cunt was itchy.

Breathe out. She exhaled. Her chest rested.

She gave it a good scratch… then maybe a rub wouldn’t hurt.

Breathe in. Her nipples were poking out. Damn, that was hot, she thought.

Breathe out. Tyler was looking at her. His face had seen a ghost.

Ah crap. She turned the other cheek.

No, Lisa could not look Tyler in the eye because she was too busy staring at her own reflection. She knew she was hot, that was plain obvious. Even Lisa knew midwits like Tyler checked her out. The way he looked at her whenever she passed by the hallway with her ass cheeks spilling out of her shorts. Hell he probably had pictures of her, and she couldn’t blame him because who wouldn’t— And now she was humping harder than ever.

“Damn.” She slapped her ass and gave it a good rub. Plump and springy.

She had the faintest urge to take a picture of herself right now, all sweaty and hot.

Pfft.

“That…” Tyler finally said, a blush appearing on his face and a bulge forming in his pants. “… wow.”

Lisa wanted to cry.

“… Oh God… hahaha! That was loud.”

Instead, Lisa found herself laughing after passing wind. It didn’t stop her from playing with her ass but at least she stopped humping the poor table.

“Damn… I just wrote my name on that chip. Why the hell are you acting like a gross slut?”

Tyler interrupted. And Lisa’s mind just blew up. She also needed some new underwear.

“The chip!”

It was probably the weirdest eureka! moment Lisa ever had. She finally understood how great it feels to come up with an idea. Like how that Archimedea— uhm, Archibed— Archie greek guy did when he invented a triangle or something. Lisa felt like she should have known more but the words weren’t coming out.

“Yeah?” Tyler responded.

“The stupid chip is doing THIS to me!” Gosh. She needed to find a way to fix this before they got into more trouble. “You’ve gotta remove it, dude!”

“Uhh, kinda hard to take you seriously when you’re squatting with your legs spread like that. You trying to give me a boner or something?” Tyler didn’t mince his words.

“I-I’m doing this because this is what you’d do in my body!”

“BS!”

“O-okay, it’s what I’d think you’d do in my body!” She turned away from him, while playing with her tits. “You have to stop me!”

While Lisa was carried away by the desires of the chip and her own misinformation, Tyler had the choice of freeing her of her curse or doubling down on it. After all, she practically saw him as this… whatever she is right now is definitely not him.

“Tyler!”

“Okay! Okay! Lemme fix you up!”