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Chapter 4 by CrawlingM CrawlingM

Are you up for a life-changing experiment?

Well, you'd like some details

"What exactly are we talking about here?" you ask the unkempt but jovial girl. "I don't mind helping out, but we've just met."

Angie is about to reply when she catches herself, raises her left hand up for a moment before stretching out her index finger.

Then the recess bell rings. Huh, this class went faster than you expected.

"Alright, class dismissed," Ms. Wilson announced with a smack of her massive o-shaped lips that made it very hard for her to keep her mouth closed. Usually she solves it by sucking on something during recess. A pen, a finger, a lollipop. Or, like she's currently doing, peeling a banana to slowly consume it while waiting for the class to leave.

The girls leave quickly, while most of the boys in class, after a few more seconds, awkwardly begin rising up from their seating.

Angie doesn't make a move to leave, so you remain seated as your classmates moves past. You glance over at Ms. Wilson, noticing that it seems she's not aware of you remaining in class, sucking eagerly on her banana as she bites off small nibs.

"She won't bother us for a while," Angie says loudly as the last student leaves the classroom.

"What do you mean? Ms Wilson?" you call out to your teacher after looking at Angie, confused, then you get weirded out as ms Wilson completely ignores either of you, continuing to suck down her banana and playing with herself.

Angie shrugged and snapped her fingers, making Wilson pop out of existence. Something thudded and bounced on the floor behind the desk she was sitting on, but you didn't catch what it was.

"There, she won't listen in now, so you can relax," Angie retorted as she figuratively dusted her hands.

"What just happened?" you say, feeling overly relaxed all things considered, as if someone injected you with a shot of something sedative. "I feel numb,"

"Oh, I just didn't want you to scream my ears off so I made you calm, but also lucid enough to listen to me. Now, before you ask a question that will be redundant in five seconds, here's the deal: I got magical-, no, godlike powers. I can turn anything into reality with a thought."

"Oh-kay? That sounds nice," you deadpan. "Where do I come into this?"

"Dumb luck? Or maybe you bumped into me a late night and caused me to fall into the pot of godlike powers?" Angie said with a toothy smile. "Either way, I'm feeling amicable and I want to give you an opportunity that benefits the both of us. I get entertainment and knowledge, you get to experience some crazy shit. And who knows. At the end I might even make your life a little bit better? Maybe even some magical powers of your own if you do well?"

"And if I don't want to?" You say, glad her restraints on you have given you an advantage against panicking at the weird request.

"Well, that would be a boring, but I'd respect your wishes, wipe any memory of this meeting and leave this school as is. No guarantees I won't leave it the way it used to be before I got here though. I barely remember how Ms Wilson looked an hour ago."

"What do you mean? She's always been a cougar?"

"Oh silly me," Angie said as she snapped her fingers and you... remember Ms Wilson's changes from grey prude to amazon teacher slash porn star slash bimbo cougar, causing erections in the boys and jealousy in the girls who find her behavior quite normal. Again, you're pretty happy you're feeling smooth like a psychedelic 70s prog rock song.

"I've not yet decided why nobody is trying to hit on her yet, but I like pleasures to not be without consequences. And she also deserves some blessings in her altered life. I don't like changing people undeservedly," she says as she rubs a finger around sketchbook Larie's ball gagged mouth.

"Either way, I'm talking too much. Villain monologue, am I right?" she chuckles and you give a nervous chuckle in return. "Either way, are you up for a challenge from, -heh, pardon the hubris,- a "god"? I promise it'll be fun, and if you do well we will have to see how to reward you. A wish might be a start, genie style? Wealth, beauty, Ms Wilson as your secret lover... Whatever you might desire!"

God damned?

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