Dan and his girlfriend, asset retrieval specialists - a device of ultimate power

My job is to locate and steal reality altering devices. Well, “steal” isn’t the right word. I’m not taking them from their owners. Anyone my company sends me after is someone who shouldn’t have it. You’d think with infinite power people would be pretty careful with this stuff, but some of our clients still manage to lose them.

I sat for a moment rereading the file. It’s a standard “master pc” type device today, and its original owner managed to… “turn himself into a praying mantis”, somehow. I swear, the ways people manage to screw themselves out of ultimate power. Anyway, he was still under warranty, so they probably sent another team to track him down and turn him back. Looks like we’ve got the exciting job.

I looked over at my partner, both professionally and romantically, Eleanor. She was dressed in a classy black dress, nothing too flashy, should be perfect for blending in. I myself was wearing a simple suit and tie. Should be appropriate for this location.

The lab boys had tracked the device to somewhere within this fancy restaurant, but that’s as precise as they had got it. Unfortunately with this model they couldn’t make us immune to the changes, but we at least had our watches, which had a built in warning system that would notify us when reality had been altered.

“You ready for this?” I took Eleanor’s hand in my own. There’s no danger in this, not really. Once we got the device back to base the lab boys would be able to read its history and undo all changes. But until then, things could get pretty crazy.

“As I’ll ever be. Standard tactics for tonight, yeah?” We’ve been through this together a few dozen times before, but it never hurts to be prepared. Since we can’t be banking on our target to just be wildly waving around an all-powerful device in the open(although that has happened a couple times, and it saved us a lot of trouble.) the first step is identification. We go in, act casual, and wait for them to slip up. Just find someone who, for lack of a better term, isn’t acting Normal. Especially if they cause a ruckus or draw focus right after a change.

Stepping into the cool night air, Eleanor and I took one last visual inventory of ourselves, and each other. It’s nearly impossible to detect what’s been changed when it happens, but it’s just barely doable, sometimes, when it’s the thing you know best of all. In this case, that’s our own bodies and each other.

I thought of myself as a pretty normal guy. But of course, almost everyone does, don’t they? 6’3”, short brown hair, blue eyes, light skin. I’m no bodybuilder, but it does help to be pretty in shape for this job. For completeness sake, I’ll also mention my penis is 6 inches. It’s a little crass to have to note that as well, but sexual stuff is frequently the first thing these people do when they get a device, so it’s important to keep track of.

I should also look at Eleanor. The picture of perfection. 5’9”, long blonde hair cascading down to her mid back. The dress she wore exposed only the barest hint of cleavage of her B cup breasts, and was long enough to be modest(although I definitely appreciated the things it did for her rear) while still leaving a lot of leg showing. Capped off with some sensible heels. God was she sexy. If we weren’t already dating I’d be hitting on her for sure.

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My watch buzzed for the first time as we were walking through the door. Showtime.

“Hi! Welcome In. Do you two have a reservation?” I scrutinized the woman who greeted us. She seemed normal enough, although, of course she would. I reached out and took one of her breasts in my hand politely.

“Yes, it should be under ‘Cooper’.” Her flesh felt pleasant, and gently kneading it was helping to calm the nerves I hadn’t realized had been building.

She tapped away at her computer terminal for a bit-

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-her nipples hardened appreciatively under my touch. “Ah~ yep. H-here it is. A waiter will be… oh f-fuck… will be here to guide you to your seat shortly.” She squirmed where she stood, no doubt about to cum. I had been fondling her breasts for 20 entire seconds, after all. I noticed my watch buzz a couple more times during the interaction, but still no sign of anything out of the ordinary.

While we waited, Eleanor and I took stock of the other patrons of this restaurant. These were our suspects, after all.

There were 4 occupied tables in the half of the restaurant I would watch.

The first was what appeared to be a couple, a man and a woman on a date, sitting on opposite sides of a table, and holding hands. They already had food in front of them.

Next was some sort of business dinner, I presumed. Four men in suits sitting around, with a few sheets of paper one of them was pointing at emphatically.

There was also a man sitting alone in a table by the corner. He was staring at the table next to him creepily. I marked him as high priority. He doesn’t fit in with the usual clientele of a place like this, wearing some kind of logo t-shirt and khakis. Although nothing’s certain at this stage. It’s possible he was the victim of a reality alteration himself.

Finally, next to the lone man was some kind of… party? Maybe a birthday or bachelorette party. There was one woman sitting in the center position of a long table wearing a tiara, and 5 other women all dressed… Well, I don’t judge. But it gets the point across faster to say they looked rather slutty. Short skirts, clleavage on full display, I could even see that one of them was wearing a bra. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Dress how you want. Anyway, the tiara lady seemed to be the center of attention, as her friends on either side of her had pulled her impressive chest over the top of her rather low cut dress and were playing with her nipples. From the sounds of her moans echoing across the room it seemed she appreciated their attention.

No sure-fire leads yet, but one promising suspect.

Finally, a waitress arrived. “Oooh, god-d!” Just in time for me to make the maitre d cum, a pool formed under her where liquid squirted from under her skirt as I pinched her right nipple. She recovered quickly like a professional. “This… huff… this is Amelia. She’ll be serving you today.”

Amelia looked for all the world like a perfectly average waitress. Short curly brown hair on a cute, if plain, face. She was wearing-

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-A bow tie around her neck, nestled nicely above her tits. Her nipples were actually quite large, although that might just be due to arousal from the way Eleanor was playing with them. Her pussy gushed appreciatively as Eleanor politely greeted her. She didn’t shave or seemingly style her bush at all, leaving the hair wild. Her nails, both fingers and toes, were painted red.

“Right-yes!… right this way…” she wiggled out of Eleanor’s grasp and walked towards a particular table, placing us between the couple and the business men, although still with a good view of the rest of the tables.

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As soon as Amelia left, Eleanor and I looked at each other. There had already been 5 changes to reality. There’s a chance none of them had affected us, but if we could discover even one thing that was different it could be a big clue.

I looked at myself. Still 6’3. Same ethnicity, hair, and eye color I remembered walking in with. Still the same formal suit. Still just as muscular. And my cock was still a pitifully short 8 inches. I blushed a little as I thought about it, a good 4 inches below average.

Shaking my head free of those insecurities, I turned to Eleanor.

Still the same woman I loved. 5’9”, long blonde hair cascading down to her mid back. B-cup tits capped with perfect cute pink nipples. Her thong contained an elegant cameltoe and on the other side dug into her prodigious ass. I surreptitiously glanced back over at the bachelorette party. I love Eleanor for her personality, and I really try not to judge people for how they dress, but couldn’t help but feel that if Eleanor presented herself like that it’d cause a strain in our relationship. I mean, women only get to wear one article of clothing at a time and half those girls had chosen a butt plug. Relatively classy ones with crystal bases, but still.

Our visual inventory finished, we sat down to order dinner and discuss what we’d found so far.

“So, any likely suspects on your side?” I casually picked up the menu. The restaurant was loud enough that we didn’t really have to fear being overheard, but we should still look the part.

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Eleanor responded quickly. “Not really. There’s one couple that’s getting slightly more handsy than is maybe acceptable, but she’s doing a good job keeping her voice down when she cums so it’s not like it’s improper or anything.”

We both glanced back over at the bachelorette party, where the lucky lady was definitely not doing that. The entire restaurant kept glancing over every time her friends brought her to another screaming orgasm with their mouths on her nipples.

I looked back over at my lone suspect in the corner. “Check at 8 o’clock. That guy’s sitting alone, eying the other tables. And the way he’s dressed is-

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-incredibly formal. He could be waiting for a date or something, but he sticks out pretty heavily among all the groups here.”

Eleanor observed him for a moment, disguising it as a stretch so as to not look like we were watching him. “Noted. He’s certainly the type.”

We settled into a fairly normal dinner after that. Of course, we kept eyes on our various targets, but until we had more conclusive evidence it was too early to make a move.

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“So…” uh oh. I knew that tone. Eleanor leaned forward in a way that I knew meant she was going to try to get a rise out of me. “What do you think he’s changing right now?”

I rolled my eyes. “Kinda pointless to ask. It’s not like we have any way to know.”

“True…” she leaned back for only a moment, then surged forward, gripping her bare breasts tightly in her hands. “I bet it’s the tits. That’s always what the perverts go for first.”

If there’s one downside of my partner being my girlfriend, it’s that it gets rather hard to focus on the job when she gets like this.

“Gosh, isn’t it just so exciting not knowing what’s changed? Maybe they used to be smaller? Maybe my nipples were less sensitive? Maybe nothing’s different at all and you’re just paranoid.” She smiled as I took in an eyeful of her breasts. She knew how to get a riled up. Driving me wild with all the ideas of what might happen, all while we’re completely unaware of it.

“Remember that time? A few years ago? With the lesbian on the cruise?” Oh boy, did I remember. She had increased all women’s bust sizes to an absurd degree. Eleanor had actually become completely immobile due to her breasts pinning her to the floor. Of course, at the time we hadn’t seen anything wrong with that, but retroactively it was an incredibly steamy couple of months while we tracked her down. I could still remember the feel of her titanic chest squeezing my cock. Next time we got a chance to borrow a device I’d for sure be trying to convince her for a repeat of that one…

I shook my head, trying to ignore how hard I was getting. “Knock it off. We have a job to do.” She pouted, but acquiesced.

The waitress returned. I quickly licked a nipple as a greeting and we got to ordering. I hadn’t actually been reading the menu at all, but I ordered the same thing at all these restaurants so it didn’t really matter.

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“I’ll have sex, please.”

“What position?”

“Hmm. Let’s go… missionary.” A little basic, but I wasn’t looking for anything extraordinary tonight.

“Very good. And for you, miss?”

Eleanor looked up from the menu, apparently having some trouble deciding. “I’m not sure, what do you recommend?”

Our waitress, Amelia, clicked her tongue. “Well, your boyfriend will already be using my cunt, so I’d recommend something involving the mouth. Maybe a face sitting?”

Eleanor smiled. “Sounds great! I’ll have face sitting cunnilingus with a side of nipple pinching, thank you.”

Amelia curtsied. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll go get prepared for your meal.” And with that she was off, probably to grab a condom from the chefs.

We had a few moments before she got back, so I decided to do a reassessment of the other tables.

The couple were just finishing up their meal, the man pulling his penis out of their waiter’s ass while the woman gyrated in front of both of them, no doubt trying to draw the last bit of pleasure out of the waiter’s rapidly deflating cock in her pussy. Seems like they’d be leaving soon, but that’s fine. I had already dismissed them as potential suspects. They were far too focused on each other to be making any sort of wide-spread reality changes.

The business dinner has apparently ordered some kind of gangbang, the one who had been giving the presentation earlier now vigorously pounding away at their waitress’s pussy. The others had positioned their cocks in her mouth and either hand, letting her do most of the work for them.

The lone man was gesturing frantically at his waiter about something I couldn’t hear. That’s strike two for him.

The bachelorette party had seemingly spent all their money on a gangbang as well, but for just the special lady. She was positioned laid down on the table, her crown having fallen off leaving her nude, with one waiter fucking her pussy, one with his dick between her tits, and another gagging her with his cock. Apparently not wanting to blow the budget, the others were just snacking on some cheap masturbation while they watched.

Amelia came back with a selection of condoms in hand. I chose a nice blue ribbed one and freed my penis from my sweat shorts. Amelia either didn’t notice or politely ignored my tiny 8 inches.

The waitress quickly got into position laying down on the padded table, spreading her legs on my end and placing her head near Eleanor. “Enjoy your meal!” She said with a smile.

Eleanor and I dug in ravenously. I guess we were hungrier than I had thought. Amelia’s pussy was… well, it was fine. A little plain maybe, but I had ordered missionary after all.

On the other side of the table Eleanor had positioned herself facing away from me, her thong pulled to the side to expose her crotch to Amelia’s mouth. Amelia had her arms outstretched upwards to rest on Eleanor’s erect nipples, occasionally pinching. The way Eleanor was positioned left her ass jutting out in my direction, and I couldn’t help but admire it.

I chastised myself. I shouldn’t be thinking about sex during dinner.

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That one was different. I reeled for a moment as the change set in. To the average person it would be imperceptible, but I had enough training to recognize the tiny pinpricks in the back of my mind. I couldn’t tell right away what was different, but the fact that I could feel it at all meant it had directly affected my body. If I was ever going to notice a change, this would be the one.

I looked down at myself to see what could have been different. Is it my tits? Like Eleanor always says, that’s where people start. I brought a hand up to inspect them. God, they felt so good. Just the light fondling as I felt for any irregularities was enough to set me off. No difference there, just the same crazy sensitive d-cups I’ve always had. Maybe my clothes? I inspected my tie, draped between my breasts. Nope, same red and black stripes I walked in with. Looking further down my body past my soft tummy I reached my pussy, still pushed against Amelia’s as we vigorously scissored. My long, hairless legs intertwined with the waitress’s, writhing in pleasure. No good, as far as I can tell I’m just the same as always.

“Danica? Is everything alright?” Eleanor looked over from her position at Amelia’s head. She must have noticed I was looking distressed. How sweet of her.

“Yeah babe, I’m fine. I just got a *weird feeling* for a moment there.”

I saw understanding on her face as she started scanning my body. Recognizing changes in another person is even more difficult, but not impossible, and Eleanor and I were certainly familiar enough with each other’s bodies to pull it off. My mind floated, against my will, back to the cruise ship, with our foot-long nipples rubbing against each other. I let out an involuntary moan at the memory. This wasn’t the time!

There was a scream. All eyes turned to the corner of the room where the lone woman was sitting, her waitress having left to prepare her order. I thought for a second she might have screamed because she was naked, but after a moment her hands moved away from her breasts, revealing a heart-shaped sticker over her left nipple preserving her modesty.

No, I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, but I could make out the words “penis”, “man”, and “him”, all of which meant nothing to me.

And the most smoking gun of all, in the hand she didn’t now have inserted into her crotch, she held…

Eleanor and I made eye contact. “Bingo.”

We can’t just go over and grab it from her. She’d see us coming from a mile away. We set out with renewed vigor to finish our meal.

As my clit ground against Amelia’s, I couldn’t help but think about those words the target had said. “Penis”, “man”, and “him” must all have been concepts she had erased from the world. The lab girls are gonna have their work cut out for them figuring out what those are.

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The watch buzzed again. This time Evan gave me a look that told me he had been changed somehow. I looked him up and down, but couldn’t spot any differences. He was still the same 6’5” slab of meat I had fallen in love with.

I shook my head. Recognizing the changes hardly mattered at this point anyhow, we had already found our target, now enjoying the sloppy double blowjob he had ordered.

I ground Arnold’s 14 inch cock deep into myself, raising and lowering over and over to hit my most sensitive spots repeatedly. I was glad I picked out a ribbed condom for him, it was really doing wonders in my pussy.

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All three of us came at about the same time. I hurriedly pulled his cock from my pussy. Normally I’d like to savor the moment a bit more, really push my orgasm as long as possible, but we were in a rush. His cum dripped from me as I stood up. I could see the bulge move up Arnold’s throat as Evan extracted his deflating length.

“Well, thanks for the meal!” I said. We need to hurry. Our target was leaving the building. I fished around in-

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My pussy for more of Arnold’s yummy cum to eat as my owner pulled out a credit card to pay with. I quickly lost interest as a bit of cum dropped from my finger onto my massive tits and I took my nipple into my mouth to suck it off.

Eventually, a tug on my leash pulled me away from my distraction. “Come on, girl!” My owner called. “We’ve got someone to meet!” I dutifully followed behind, thankful the restaurant’s floors were so comfortable on my hands and knees.

The person my owner walked us towards had a couple pets of his own, so I started to socialize while my owner talked to him.

“Hello there!” Owner said to the stranger. I quickly lost interest in the conversation though. The larger of the stranger’s pets was walking up to me with a look in her eyes that said she wanted to play. I reciprocated, and soon we were rolling around on the floor together. It was a great play session! She grabbed my boobs real good a few times, I got a nice taste of her pussy, and we each managed to cum a few times. The stranger’s other pet looked like she wanted to join in, but the first one kept hissing at her to back off, so she had to resort to humping her owner’s leg.

I was snapped out of playing by the sound of my owner’s voice calling my name. “Slut! Now!” I took the other pet’s tit out of my mouth and immediately raised my attention to see what was required of me.

In the strangers hands was one of the dangerous devices I had been taught about. Oh no! The man who trained me made a big deal about how dangerous those were. If he got a chance to use it, he could do tons of bad stuff! Like make my titties smaller! Or make me not belong to my owner anymore! I had to get it out of his hands, fast.

Just like I had been trained to do, I lept into action, pulling down the man’s shorts and taking his cock into my mouth in one motion. Just as planned, this distracted him long enough for my owner to get the device off of him.

“NOO!” He cried as he came in my mouth. Dang, must have been a quickshot. That’s a shame. I was really looking forward to getting my throat stretched by his 17 inches. Regardless, I swallowed the whole load greedily-

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-And moved on from her tight pussy to sucking her boobs. She mewled under my tongue as she came again.

“Alright, Slut! Good girl!” My owner patted my head, and I shook my tits appreciatively.

The pet we had taken the device from looked sadly at us. It’s a good thing we got that device off of her, who knows how much damage she could have caused.

After some clean up and a call to someone our owner led the four of us out of the restaurant.

Mission Complete.