And acts on it!

As Madison began steadily grinding herself against him, Ross glanced sideways. Madison followed his gaze to Pat, who was standing against the wall quietly. He used the distraction to wrench her hand off of his mouth.

"Make her stupid!" he cried out to Pat. Madison locked eyes with the golem, then turned back to him with a reproachful glare.

"What the fuck?" she demanded, their tempo never slowing. "Why did you make me stupid?"

"I thought you wanted to try different modifiers," he said with a shiteating grin. "Besides, you should see what I did to Pat."

She turned to Pat questioningly and Ross repeated his demand. A second later and an even duller Madison grunted with a strange mixture of irritation and arousal. She leaned forward and put her hands on either side of his temples, grabbing handfuls of the bedsheet for leverage as she thrust herself onto him.

"Asshole," she said. "You're a real asshole."

"What's the matter?" Ross asked. "You didn't mind when I turned you into an action movie protagonist."

Madison furrowed her brow and stopped briefly, trying to process his statement. Ross, frustrated with the sudden cessation of movement, had another idea.

"Hey, what's that?" he asked as he pointed to Pat. Madison looked over in surprise and Ross quickly cried out another instruction: "She can't stop fucking me no matter what!"

After a second Madison immediately resumed grinding herself against him, but she looked confused. "Why would I stop fucking you?" she asked and brushed a strand of stray hair out of her face.

"You stopped two seconds ago," Ross panted. He was starting to get out of breath. "God, you really are stupid now."

Madison scowled and stuck out her tongue at him, breathlessly informing him that it was his fault. She closed her eyes and focused on her work, shifting back into a cowgirl position and putting her hands on her ankles. Pat watched impassively as the lovers continued, growing sweatier and more flushed by the second. Suddenly Madison's eyes opened, full of as much mischief as their bovine dullness could contain.

"Hey Pat, make Ross stupid!" she said triumphantly. "See how you like it, you dumb bitch."

Ross burst into laughter and Madison looked genuinely hurt. Pat politely informed her that she could only modify golems, and Ross was a human.

"Fuck," she gasped. Their tempo had reached a fever pitch and they were climbing towards a crescendo. "I forgot about that. Goddamnit."

She leaned forward again, her hair falling in cascades around Ross's face. Her glorious tits were sliding across his chest and his stomach muscles clenched. Just then, Madison turned to Pat and issues one more command.

"Do something funny!" she cried. For a moment Ross was confused until he noticed her grunts of effort had changed considerably. Before he could consider it more he arched his back and emptied his seed into Madison. Madison leaned her head back and let out an appaling, squawking bray of pleasure in a completely different voice. Ross actually stopped crying out and stared in shock, his body still suspended in mid-climax tension while he tried to make sense of what he was hearing.

Madison collapsed back onto him, still humping furiously away at his deflating member. "Oh, fuck, that was good," she bleated in a strangely masculine yet shrill voice. She grunted with effort and Ross looked questioningly at Pat.

"She can't stop having sex with you," Pat reminded him. Ross demanded to know about her voice. While Madison continued to thrust herself against his flaccid penis, Pat explained that she had given Madison the voice of Gilbert Gottfried.

"Who the fuck is that?" Madison asked in the harsh atonal sound of the classic comedian. Ross pushed her off of him and immediately told Pat to put her back to normal. Pat nodded and a moment later Madison burst into laughter, her voice transformed back into the sweet mezzo-soprano that she typically employed.

"That wasn't funny," Ross grumbled. Madison tried to disagree, but she was laughing too hard to get words out. Pat politely informed him that it was objectively quite funny.

"That's what you get!" Madison gasped. "Oh, my God, Ross... that was fucking amazing! That's what you get for making me a bimbo!"

"Jesus," Ross said. "I'm gonna get some water." Madison called after him as he left asking to get her some as well. He padded to the kitchen and returned a few seconds later with two glasses of water. Madison took hers gratefully, sipped it once, and set it on the bedside table.

"Now," she purred, "can I please make it up to you? Anything you want, baby..."

Ross stared at her. "We just fucked, Madison. Why are you acting like this?"

Madison pouted and nodded to Pat, who explained it methodically. "I believe Ms. Hill felt guilty about her joke, so she asked me to modifier in a way that would be pleasing to you. I've made her supportive, subservient, and selflessly devoted to all of your needs. Right now she exists to solely please you and make you feel good."

Ross eyed Madison, who smiled demurely to indicate that everything Pat said was true. She approached him slowly and put a hand on his chest. "I felt so bad, babe... I thought one more little modification might set things right. Come here and let me give you a massage."

Ross laid on his stomach and the golem, still nude, straddled him. As she began to deliberately stroke his weary muscles, she hummed a relaxing tune for him. Ross suddenly felt very, very tired.

"You know I don't want a sex doll or whatever," he slurred into the bedsheets. "You don't have to do that for me. I like you the way you are, Madison."

She giggled softly and leaned forward so that her hair tickled the nape of his neck while she worked. "I know that, babe. This is the way I am for now. I've still got my script in here, so I'm still me no matter how I get modified. Think of it like a taking a study pill to help focus, or having a drink to loosen up at a party. I might change a little bit but I'm still your Madison underneath."

In response, Ross snored softly. Madison continued massaging for half an hour, being careful not to wake him, then stopped and turned to Pat. She the golem to reverse the modifications so that she could wake up and greet him with her normal personality in the morning, then settled in next to him. She closed her eyes but lay awake, processing all of the things she'd felt. The dry cynicism of the gamer, the icy stoicism of the badass, the brittle fearfulness of the wallflower, even the muted warmth of the dullard were endlessly fascinating.

As Madison held Ross, a small spark deep in her core brightened slightly. She hadn't even noticed it yet among the cacophony of feelings. It was a tiny thing, just a pinprick of light, but it burned hot enough to incinerate their world.