Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 8 by jaymac1337 jaymac1337

How are the next few days like?

Train the ring, reclaim the apartment

My ridiculously boneheaded use of the ring got me into quite the mess. My girlfriend has some rocking knockers, seems like she enjoyed being with me for the first time since we started dating, AND I have two dicks...

Wait...

not mess...Oh!

Dream come true; that's what I meant.

My ridiculously well planned use of the ring got me into quite the dream come true. My girlfriend has some rocking knockers, seems like she enjoyed being with me for the first time since we started dating, AND I have two dicks!

"You. are. a moron." I heard a rattle of chains overhead and saw Jeanie, which she insisted I'd been calling her this whole time, sitting on a blade of my ceiling fan, slowly spinning. She looked like she just dropped her ice cream while riding the merry-go-round. "I can't believe how not punished you're getting. I've had ringmasters' heads fall off from simpler mistakes. This guy Oedie just wanted to fuck his mom and his eyes fucking fell out. They made a movie." As she berated me, she floated down to lay next to me, like a feather fluttering to rest. "So are you gonna rest till it's safe, or are you gonna try to grow your own pair of tits this time?" She laid flat on her back, arms folded under her sizable chest, hiding half her face in cleavage. As great as I made Veronica, Jeanie's chest was like magic.

"Well," I mused, slowly twisting the ring on my finger, feeling a steady heat emanating from it. It never seemed to decrease, a constant reminder that I should be in timeout. "Am I in the clear with Veronica?" I asked hopefully, maybe Jeanie had seen or heard something while I was out. On cue, Veronica jiggled into the room, having heard me talking to myself.

"Oh good." She answered flatly. "Are you feeling better?" She placed a limp hand on my forehead, like a nurse checking her last patient of the shift. This didn't seem to be same woman who helped me into bed. More like... well, Veronica.

"Guess your plan wasn't so fool proof. Good luck, Ringmaster." Jeanie rolled her eyes as she rolled out of the bed, phasing through the floor with a slight rattle of chains. I guess ghost would have been better than genie. Ok think back. What would my last wish have done to Veronica?

She felt thankful for the implants, a mental change. She believed I got them for her, mental change. She has actual implants, a physical change. She believes she wanted them, mental change. She believes we didn't break up, mental change. She believes she showered me in praise, mental change. Knowing Veronica, making her want porn star boobs was probably the biggest drain on me. She was never ashamed of her petite bust, happy with how they sat on her trim frame. Of course she probably wouldn't ever shower me with praise either, but making her want them probably eased that change. I guess it's a good thing I didn't try to make her like me explicitly.

"I have a few questions for you." Shit. I'd heard that sentence plenty of times. "I've been trying to wrap my head around my--well, our-- enhancements." She gestured to her new chest, resting a hand on it's milky shelf. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra anymore, her large nipples barely visible through the stretched fabric. I guess her clothes hadn't been effected by my command, and her casual tank top's new tightness supported her tits through sheer friction. "I think we both know something weird is going on, but I can't for the life of me remember those last few minutes after...you brought those storage boxes in." My boxed stuff. This must be how she rationalized my things being packed without a breakup. "You know we don't have enough space for more of your shit." She shrugged her shoulders making her udders dance. Focus! Your dick's don't work anyway. I have to fix this mess.

"I think there's plenty of room." I shrugged casually, knowing that it had already been here. "Unpack them and you'll see." My eyes immediately started to water as I learned that was a command. This time, the ring seemed to tighten around my finger, digging into my skin, while still maintaining it's irritating heat. I swallowed my yelp and saw Veronica rise from the bed suddenly, a bit of confusion on her face.

"Ok, but if you're wrong, I'm just throwing shit away." She yelled back to me, her body not giving her time to finish as she strode out of the room, her cute little ass shook invitingly, taunting my immobility. "And I'm NOT done with questions!" Was the last thing I heard. It seemed that my mental rewrites had some useful effect. The way I phrased my command was simple enough that her altered mind more easily accepted it, and she was able to make a Veronica-esque validation all on her own. If I was smart, I could keep my changes simple, and work on my powers without just flipping through tv channels all week.

"You, smart? This I gotta see." Jeanie phased through the wall of our bedroom. I guess she ran out of neighbors to peep on. "So what's the plan, hot shot? Change her race and make her 8 feet tall?"

"Hey maybe if you gave me more advice than 'be sure to flourish' I would have been safer." I shot back.

"Don't act like any of your braincells were firing when you got lost in her tits... Now how are you gonna be 'smart'?" She asked suddenly acting cheeky. I think she realized assuming I was smart was also on her. She had definitely relaxed, seeing that I wasn't in serious harm.

"Ok so, I'm being smart cuz I was dumb again." Jeanie rolled her eyes, sitting cross legged by my feet. "But if I give her vague, simple commands, her brain more easily rationalizes them without too much blow back from the Ring." I explained to the girl who appeared at the same time I activated the magic ring I was explaining.

"No!" She mocked, acting like she's being told a story around a campfire.

"Yes." I ignored, letting her have some fun. "So while I'm waiting for my dicks to heal, I can try molding Veronica into the perfect girlfriend, or at least a loyal one."

"Wooooow. Check out the big brain on Petey! I guess 3 heads are better than 2." She playfully squeezed my new cock, making me mutter every swear I knew without attracting Veronica. "So what's the plan?" Her eyes twinkled with the excitement she had after my first change. She was as ready as I was.

What changes will Peter start with?

Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)