Lessons on the road

As I cruised though afternoon traffic, I observed my passenger. Jeanie was a 10, no question. Tall and leggy, with healthy curves and ivory skin. her hair was lily white and ended just at the nape of her neck, curling in gentle ringlets. I didn't know chains could provide such support, but they kept her perky tits high and prominent on her slender frame. She was no longer bouncing with joy, realizing she now could only go as fast as the Ringmaster, and instead gazed out the window, tapping her long nails on the dashboard. Even without effort, her pose looked inviting and tantalizing, my eyes followed the curve of her back down to her mouth watering cheeks. I should watch the road.

"Ok Jeanie, now seems like a good time to explain what's going on. In your own words, please." I added, seeing her start to pull another stack of note cards from her bust.

She rolled her eyes, but began. "Ok, so you basically can control every aspect of a woman: physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally, yadda yadda. But there's a catch. Treat this power like a muscle. You gotta train it, and if you overwork it, it can tear. In this case, it's a more metaphysical kind of tearing. NOT the kind your recover from, got me?"

I gulped. That seems pretty serious. Good thing I played it safe back home. "Ok, so how do I know what's too much? I don't wanna find my limits the hard way."

"You basically had it figured out" she continued, realizing the knobs on the dash make music and experimenting with them. "Direct orders are simple, but don't grow your strength much. Physical changes, like your lady's swelling, are a bit more strenuous, but obviously still within your reach. Now mental changes are where it starts to get complicated. See, brains are made of more complex stuff than tits, and certain rewiring takes more effort, and you're not really gonna know how much energy you'll need. I suggest holding out on that for when you're stronger or its a mental change you're confident won't be too much. I'll try to guide you, but it ultimately comes down to the strength of the ringmaster. Just pay attention to that ring; she's your best friend."

"Ok. Makes sense. So I've got 3 basic types of change, then?" I asked, feeling a bit more at ease about all this.

"Weeeeell..." She grinned impishly "there's one more, but it would take immense strength. I haven't seen it done in quite a few ringmasters, but the ultimate power of this ring can have some influence on more than just the target. For example, you could have made balloon tits back there remember getting implants, but people in her life, friends and coworkers, will find an overnight operation like that to be suspicious. At full potential, you can make the victim a sort of beacon, and anyone in the vicinity will accept any changes made to the victim. Until then, you should just let people be aware and worry about consequences as they crop up." She finished with a shrug, finally tuned into a station she liked, some Top of the Pops type of station. "Let's see what music humans make nowadays."

Veronica's friends would definitely have been suspicious of her new rack. This kind of power seemed dangerous. Would I ever need that much control? Will I care by then? I guess we're going to find out. Jeanie's more detailed explanation gave me pause about how much I'll use this power. Would I really be controlling armies of woman? I had to find out more about this ring. "Jeanie, can you tell me the history of this ring? and of you?" It took me this long to realize that magic is real and I've been using it for the last hour. Jeanie rolled her eyes at my curiosity.

"Come one, man. That's not gonna help you get any ass. Let's just find some hottie on the street and just go crazy." She sat up to try and spy a potential target. "There. Asian woman, flat as a board. You could do so much with that tiny bod." Jeanie looked like an excited puppy barking out the window. "Or that blonde babe. She's got to have killer curves under that frumpy dress. Make her show off more." She described dozens of women for me, and I didn't know who I'd pick.

AN: Feel free to comment what target you'd like Peter to choose and what should happen to them