Groceries, a Date, and Control

“Alright! Did you finish your plate?” Chase asked from his lap.

Ryan simply nodded in response.

“Juice too? I can’t see the table from down here…”

“Yes. It’s all gone. Couldn’t you feel me eating?”

“I did! And, good boy~” Chase purred.

Ryan swallowed. Hearing her compliment him in such a way made him blush. The absurd fact that it was his dick saying it not lost on him.

"Come on, you need to wash up. Then we can go get groceries.” Chase gently slapped herself against Ryan’s stomach, egging him into action.

"Alright, alright." Ryan huffed, getting up.

He made his way to the sink and washed his dishes, Chase swaying to the right and left, enjoying her freedom.

Once he finished, Chase spoke, "So, about clothes..."

Ryan raised a brow, "What about them?"

“Underwear can stay on… unless you want our balls swaying freely in the wind. Not that I’d be complaining!” Chase snickered.

Ryan groaned, rolling his eyes, "Wasn’t gonna take them off anyway.”

“Yeah, I know,” Chase smiled before continuing, “The white shirt is good, so how about some black joggers? Gives me lots of room inside, and it clashes well with the shirt! Gotta have a jacket for the rain too! Oh, and wear those tan work boots! They’d help you look amazing and stay dry~”

"Okay, fine." Ryan replied, walking over to his room and grabbing what she suggested.

Once he was done, he looked in the mirror, admiring his reflection. His outfit was simple, but Chase was right. He did look great. He walked back to the kitchen, Chase's head poking between his waist and the waistband.

"See! I told you you'd look amazing! Come on, let's get going." Chase tucked herself back into his pants, making sure to not pitch a tent.

Ryan couldn't help but roll his eyes, a smile on his lips as he did. He grabbed his keys and wallet, heading out through the door to his garage and locking it behind him. He stood before his car; a German engineered, four-door sedan with a demon of an engine hidden inside. Jumping inside, he ran his hands over the steering wheel before pressing the ‘Ignition’ button. The raspy brunt of his five-cylinder filled his ears as he pushed a button in the car to open the garage door.

Once it was fully open, he reversed out onto the driveway, rain instantly pelting the car. Closing the garage and hitting the wipers, Ryan backed out onto the road and started driving along the coastal road, Chase's head peeking out between the waistband,

"Ahh, this car has always been comfy~"

Ryan chuckled, “You know, it’s still weird to think that you have a memory of everything before you started talking… like you were a passenger in my head, or something. How does that even work?"

"I wish I knew. All I know is that I am me and that I know who you are. It's like an instinct or a muscle memory or something, like, I know what I like and what you like. Like this car, I just know it's your favourite and that we've had some good times in it." Chase smirked at him.

“…yep. And you also remember all those times too…” Ryan blushed, clearing his throat and pushing the gas pedal a little more.

Chase smiled at him, knowingly, "Don't worry, Ry. Your secret's safe with me. After all, I was there for each and every one of them. Besides, it was totally hot having that blonde suck on me while you drove! I don't even know how she could fit me in her throat. Damn, she was talented~"

"Oh, come on. Please not now." Ryan whined, a shiver going down his spine.

Chase grinned, "What's wrong, Ryan? Is it the memory of her slurping me? Or the feeling of her hands gripping my base and balls? Maybe it's the memory of me filling her mouth up with cum?~"

Ryan felt Chase begin to stroke herself. Her moans filling the car as he himself started to groan, gripping the steering wheel tight.

"D-don’t…" Ryan whined, Chase twitching from both Ryan & Chases’ thoughts.

"What's the matter, Ryan?" Chase panted, "Feeling a little... pent up?~"

"Please..."

"What's the magic word, Ry?~" Chase taunted.

Ryan bit his lip, trying to fight the pleasure. But Chase was relentless, squeezing herself and making them both gasp.

"C-Chase, please stop..."

"That's not what I'm looking for, Ry. Call me ‘babe’,” Chase snickered, continuing to rub herself.

Ryan groaned, the nickname slipping out, "B-babe... please."

"Hmm, it'll do." Chase cooed, her grip softening.

Ryan sunk into his seat, letting out a deep breathe, “Please don’t do that while I’m driving…”

Chase grinned at him, "Oh, come on, Ry. You have to admit, it's super hot. The sound of the engine, the leather, the thrill of possibly getting caught~"

"It's not... we could die."

Chase was silent for a moment. But then burst out laughing.

Ryan was a little taken aback,

“How is that funny?” He asked, annoyed at her nonchalant attitude.

Chase fully pushed and wiggled herself out from his pants, still laughing as she did, “Uh, dude? I also remember all the times you drove like **** himself was driving behind you! Never mind when you had the blonde on me, while ALSO in the rain! So I’m sure that little innocent me stroking us isn’t a problem for you at all~”

Ryan went quiet. He didn't have a response. Chase was right.

"I hate that you're right," He muttered.

"I know," Chase chuckled.

"I still can't believe that the girl sucking us off while I drove was willing to risk her life just to get a dick in her mouth." Ryan sighed.

"Hey, the heart wants what the heart wants." Chase shrugged, the best a dick could.

Ryan sighed again. The rest of the drive was filled with small chatter and Chase popping out of his pants every so often to check their surroundings. She enjoyed being able to view things herself, even if she did so without any visible eyes to Ryan.

They finally made it to the supermarket, the rain not letting up. Ryan parked his car and exited it, Chase quickly tucking herself back into his pants, the waistband sitting nicely on top of her. Putting his hood up, Ryan bolted for cover, hoping Chase wouldn’t be thrown around or that she wouldn’t make him look like a creep for having a boner.

Once inside, they picked a shopping cart and walked through the sliding doors. The store was mostly empty, which was a blessing. Despite what Chase told him, Ryan was still cautious to Chase potentially revealing herself or making his life a little difficult.

Ryan got a basket and filled it up with various things, from bread and milk to meat and eggs. Once he was done, he stopped by the frozen aisle and took his time looking through the selection, his eyes settling on a box of pizza.

“Frozen pizza for lunch sounds good…” Ryan said, mostly to himself. He felt Chase wiggle, pushing herself against the fabric of his pants and shifting up and down as if agreeing with him. Still in alert mode, he instantly moved close to the freezer wall to hide her movements.

He leaned down and hissed, “Can you not?!”

Chase didn't answer, the only sign she had heard him was the slight slowing of her movements. Ryan took a deep breath and sighed, grabbing the pizza box and placing it in the cart.

“Be sure to grab yourself some snacks too~” Chase whispered, her voice muffled.

Ryan sighed, his annoyance growing, but he did as she said. He filled the cart up with various foods and drinks, Chase occasionally wiggling and squirming causing him to blush, his head instantly scanning for any other people nearby.

He made his way to the checkouts, and was surprised that nobody was waiting. He walked over to an open one, the cashier looking up at him and waving him over.

"Morning, sir. Did you find everything okay?" The lady asked him.

"Y-yes, thanks. Just a lot of stuff for the weekend," Ryan replied, his heart still beating from Chase's earlier antics.

"That's good to hear!" The cashier smiled at him, bagging the items, "So, what're you gonna do with your free day?"

"Not really sure. Probably just watch movies and relax." Ryan smiled.

"Sounds nice. What about the weather?"

"It'll probably stay like this," Ryan motioned his head outside, the rain pelting the window.

"I'm gonna go ahead and agree with you there, heh.”

The lady finished bagging his items and passed them to him. With a tap of his bank card, the items were paid for, and Ryan started to walk through the small shopping centre and toward the exit. Until he heard a woman call his name.

"Ryan!”

He stopped, recognising the voice and turning around, instantly spotting his coworker’s red hair and freckle’d face. She donned white canvas shoes, tight blue jeans, and a red rain jacket.

It was Leah.

"Leah? How’d you end up here? I thought your car was still getting some work done…” Ryan asked.

“Oh, it is! I’m regretting not taking your offer to swap out those parts for me,” she laughed, scratching her head sheepishly.

Ryan couldn’t help but smile, "You know, you should learn to do that stuff. Could save you some money."

"I know, but I'm new with car stuff. I’ll learn eventually! But, I'm actually here to run some errands. So, since I currently don’t have a car, I just hopped in an Uber, heh. I get it back today though! Are you doing anything after this? We could totally hang out if you want!~" Leah flirted, winking at him.

Ryan could feel Chase stirring inside his pants. But before anything could happen, Leah continued,

“Oh! There’s a car meet happening tonight! We could totally meet there,” she smiled at Ryan, waiting for his reply.

“Uh…” Ryan was unsure what to say, and Chase wasn't helping him by squirming and pushing against his pants.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun. We can just relax, hang out, look at and chat about cars! What do you say?~" Leah pushed, her smile growing.

Ryan was about to reject her offer, until Chase stroked herself a little, as if to goad him into saying yes.

It worked.

"Uh, sure!” Ryan squeaked, blushing.

"Perfect!" Leah's eyes lit up.

She gave him the location and the time, "I'll see you tonight, then!~"

"T-thanks," Ryan said before he continued, “Wait! Do you need a ride?”

Leah looked at him with surprise, a grin starting to form, “…really? You’re finally allowing me to ride shotgun in that four-hundred horsepower beast?”

Ryan chuckled, unsure of where his confidence was coming from, “Well, it isn’t the same as driving. But it sure as hell beats walking,” he said, flashing her a smile.

Leah laughed, "Yeah, you're right! But, seriously, thanks. That'd be really helpful, heh."

"Alright. Come on, the car is out front."

They walked through the shopping centre together, before running through the rain and jumping into the car, Ryan placing his bags in the trunk.

"Wow. It looks even more beautiful than I remember," Leah admired the car, her eyes glimmering.

"Thanks. I take a lot of pride in her," Ryan chuckled.

He hit the ignition button and reversed out of the parking spot, before heading back the way he came and toward Leah’s mechanic. The ride being somewhat silent, the two of them just enjoyed the moment before starting to chat about various topics, enjoying the music Ryan played. Chase was quiet and still, and Ryan couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

A feeling that got worse when Leah unzipped her jacket, revealing that she wore a white tank top that barely held her large breasts back, but also placed a hand pretty high up on Ryan’s thigh.

Ryan coughed, his eyes darting to her hand and then back to the road, "Um..."

Leah just smirked at him.

He blushed and kept his mouth shut.

“Thanks again, by the way. For the ride. I could have been stuck waiting for another hour, or more. But, here I am, enjoying the ride of my life~" Leah's hand slowly crept further and further up his leg.

"W-well, I wasn't about to leave you stranded," Ryan blushed, feeling his cock start to grow and shift inside his pants.

"And for that, I'm very thankful. I'm also thankful that you let me ride in your car. It's nice to see the inside!”

Ryan gasped as he felt Chase start twitching around unnaturally. And he knew Leah saw that he was hard. Fortunately for him, she didn’t know Chase was his sentient penis, and just assumed that it was because she was playing with him.

"Y-yeah. It is a pretty cool car," Ryan cleared his throat.

Leah's hand moved even closer, "And the driver is quite handsome, too."

Ryan felt as Leah’s hand glided over Chase and grabbed her, gently squeezing and tugging her, making her shudder. He couldn’t hold back a groan, and hoped to god that Chase would stay as quiet as possible.

"I'm glad you think so," Ryan panted, trying to keep his composure.

"Oh, I'm sure we're both glad. Aren't we, babe?~"

Ryan's heart skipped a beat. But before anything could transpire, Ryan pulled the car up to the workshop. He instantly spotted Leah’s car, his eyes widening at the sight of the new engine and body kit.

"Looks like they did a good job," Ryan said, whistling.

Leah looked, and her eyes widened, "Wow, they did! But you could have… you know… drive a little slower," she chuckled, her hand leaving his crotch.

Ryan laughed, internally sighing in relief as his eyes looked her up and down, "You know me, heh."

"Yeah. Thanks again. I'll see you tonight." Leah hopped out, giving him a wink before zipping up her jacket and heading inside.

Ryan sat there for a moment, the rain pelting his windshield. He was still unsure how to feel.

"Did that just happen?" Ryan asked aloud.

Chase popped out of his pants, and Ryan jumped, not expecting her sudden appearance, "Yep, it sure did…”

Ryan looked down, seeing that Chase was frowning at him.

"What?" He asked, his tone defensive.

"Why didn't you stop her? WE could have had so much fun!" Chase whined, getting aggravated.

Ryan's face scrunched up, "She's my friend and a coworker.”

“AND?! SHE WAS FEELING ME UP! HOW DENSE ARE YOU??!” Chase yelled.

Ryan was taken aback, his eyebrows furrowed, "I... I just..."

"What?" Chase scoffed.

"Look, can we not talk about this, please?"

Chase growled, burrowing back into Ryan’s sweat pants without another word. Ryan sighed, rubbing his temples and starting the engine. He pulled out of the chop shop and began driving home, the silence heavy and the rain making things worse.

After what felt like forever, he pulled into his driveway, parking in the garage, and entered his house. He placed the groceries on the kitchen counter, and started putting them away, all while Chase stayed hidden and silent.

Once done, Ryan took off his jacket and shoes, flopping onto the couch, not wanting to do anything. He sighed, rubbing his temples, "Okay, can you please say something? You're killing me here."

Chase popped out of his pants, frowning at him, "You know, if you ever throw away a situation like that again, I’ll kill you."

"What's gotten into you?" Ryan asked, his eyes scanning his dick.

"Nothing, except for the fact that Leah WANTED US! I was so game too, staying quiet as she groped me~”

Chase sighed, “Now I gotta grope myself for us…”

“What do you mea—“ Ryan stopped, watching as his right hand moved under Chase’s control, wrapping itself around her.

Ryan blushed, unable to move his arm, "C-Chase! What are you doing?"

"Getting my fix, babe. If you're not gonna, then I'll do it for us~"

Ryan bit his lip as his right hand began jerking Chase, his left hand moving on its own and tugging his sweats down. He tried to move his right hand, but was unable, his heart thumping at the loss of control.

"Ch-Chase, please... how are you doing that? Give me my—” Ryan’s eyes went wide as his left hand reached up and clasped itself over his mouth, the other continuing to jerk off Chase.

"Nope, babe. No talking, no interruptions. I'm doing the work this time. All you gotta do is lay back, relax, and enjoy~"

Ryan's heart beat faster and faster, his eyes going wider and wider as he realised that Chase had full control over his arms and could make him do anything. He felt himself start to panic.

Chase could read him like a book.

"Don't worry. I won't make you do anything... bad.” She removed his hand from his mouth, cupping their balls.

Ryan gasped, the pleasure making his head swim, "Ch-Chase! I-I... this isn't fair! Please—"

Ryan’s left hand slapped him across the face, cutting him off. He gasped in shock and pain, instinctively trying to move a hand to cover the impact area, but he couldn’t.

"Ch-Chase!" Ryan cried, the pain still fresh, his voice muffled by his left hand.

"I told you. No interruptions," Chase scolded, her grip tightening around herself.

Ryan whimpered, his hips bucking against his will.

"That's more like it," Chase cooed, moaning as she made Ryan’s hand grip her tighter.

Ryan felt himself start to drool, the pleasure building.

"See, isn't this fun? Don't you like the idea of letting me do the work for once?"

Ryan didn't know how to respond, his mind was swimming, the pleasure taking him over. But he could tell she wanted an answer.

"I... Y-yes, Chase. It's..." He swallowed, "I like when you’re in control…”

"Good. And that's all you had to say, babe. I knew you'd see things my way," Chase smirked, humming as she made Ryan’s left hand stroke his face lovingly.

His hand then wrapped around his neck as Chase chuckled darkly, "And you better get used to it, because I'll be the one running the show from now on, babe~"

Ryan felt his heart skip a beat, his Chase twitching against his will, precum leaking out of her mouth. He blushed, unable to say anything.

"Mmmm, yeah. You like the idea of me being in control, huh? I bet you wanna be my little pet. Is that it?"

"Yes, Chase!" Ryan whined, his voice barely audible.

"What was that, babe?"

"I-I... I want to be your little pet. To... to let you use me. A-all the time, whenever and wherever you want. Please..." Ryan whimpered.

"Perfect~"

Ryan groaned as Chase started jerking herself off faster, his left hand loosening around his neck. He sucked in a breath of air, his head spinning and his eyes glazing over.

"Ch-Chase, I'm... I-I'm gonna..." Ryan panted, unable to speak any further.

”Mmh, fuuuck. Hah… I can feel it too~” Chase groaned, “I’m gonna—“

Ryan could only watch as Chase tensed, pointing herself at his chest and spitting strands of cum at him, his hands continuing to jerk her off and make his mess even worse. He whimpered as Chase released him, and he slumped down onto the couch.

"Chase..."

"Mmm, y-yeah, babe? What is it?" Chase cooed, the smugness clear in her tone.

"P-please, can you let me have control back?" Ryan panted, his head still spinning.

"Sure. Why not? You've earned it. Besides, we need to clean up."

Ryan instantly felt a wave wash over his hands, and he was able to move them on his own. He lifted them and looked at his palms, as if he couldn't believe that his dick had taken control of his hands and made him jerk her off. He shook his head and looked down at the mess that his Chase had made.

"Fuck," Ryan whispered, his heart racing.

"Come on. Let's go take a shower, babe," Chase smirked, cum still oozing out of her mouth.