'Test the limits'

"So... like, if I ask this girl here to blow me - she will?" you ask Carl.

"Conceivably. I think it's highly likely."

"So it's like mind-control!"

"No! It is NOT mind control." He answers sharply and curtly.

You stare quizzically at him. What was his problem?

"You are not understanding the gravity of the situation John - you are in their subconscious. You are simply planting an idea in their mind; it is of their own free will to accept it. It is ethically wrong and morally wrong to **** your WILL on others..."

You don't remember hearing the rest of his lecture - he went on and on about right, wrong, and freedom of choice and how you cannot **** people to do what they won't already do. Honestly, you'd fall asleep listening to it... if you weren't already asleep dreaming it.

"...think about it as a hypnotist, the hypnotist can trance the mind into behaving out of character - but the hypnotist cannot **** a person to commit a crime that the person was not already willing to do..."

"Carl."

He stops mid-sentence.

"Hey! You there! Come here - I want to feel those tits!" you shout at the blonde on the bench. She peers up from her screen and walks closer to you. You reach out your hand tentatively and grasp at her exposed breasts - hoho! They feel soft, plump, and firm all at the same time! Blondie lets out a small pleasured moan as you grope her smooth skin. This was awesome.

Blondie (you don't know her name but that seems like a decent nickname) whispers something into your ear. You can't understand a damn word she says. What language was that? It sounded sexy as hell.

"French. She's speaking French - we are in a park in Strasbourg."

Holy fuck, we traveled all the way to France!? And if she's French... how could she understand what I asked her to do?

"You must understand by now! Surely... you can't be this dense! This is a dream! Her dream! You are touching her in her dream - we are in the subconscious of a girl from France." Carl seems pissed.

"Hey baby, want to blow me?" you ask the sexy blonde. She nods emphatically, gesturing and talking in her excited sexy language. She drops to her knees and hurriedly begins undoing your trousers.

"I can't watch this. I can't believe that you have the opportunity to make the world better and you choose to be this irresponsible with your ability." Carl adds in a huff before pushing open a door from the air - that still was wicked cool. He step through it and shut the door behind him with a heavy slam.

You feel a warm and wet sensation on your prick and look down. Blondie was on her knees, her pretty puffy lips wrapped sensually around your cock as she slowly pumped her face on it - you even felt her tongue run along the underside of your shaft. Fuck, that felt good.

You cup the side of her gorgeous face and rub your thumb along her cheek moaning encouragements - and she doubles her pace. She slurps on your fuckstick like a woman possesed; and her tongue dances little wet circles on the tip of your dick. Then she stops, and pops off with a wet 'plop'. A small string of saliva and pre-cum hangs from your shaft and attaches to her lower lip.

She opens her mouth and begins to speak - oh that sexy accent.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" she screeches as the park begins to melt away around you.

What the fuck! Holy shit! She quickly stands and waves goodbye to you - apparently a little disappointed she didn't finish the job. The scenic landscape around you turns to liquid as the trees take on simpler and simpler shapes.

First the tree squares up into a brown rectangle and green triangles at the top and then it flattens into a 2 dimensional object. You look down at your feet - and realize that you too are becoming a simple 2 dimensional object. Your hands and fingers lose definition and look more like flat circles for palms and long sticks for fingers.

HELP!

Behind you a door opens - again out of thin air, and an arm reaches through grabbing you by the scruff of the collar and yanking you out of the collapsing park to safety.

Your hands and fingers regain their normal appearance and shape - what the fuck was that back there?

"Close call there boy-o, you almost got abstracted - looks like that chick wakes up rough."

You look up at your rescuer. He looks... like you!