Working things out

Letting Kikka playing with his pet, Jon followed Freya into the house. She showed him his room, a little bit out of the rest of the house. It was a large bedroom, with just a bed, and few furniture to put the clothes in. There was another door leading to the guest bathroom, it was perfect for the time being.

"Thanks a lot Freya." He said, putting the few bags of clothes he took while getting a quick stop at his house.

"Take all the time you need to work things out. If you need to talk I'm here." She told him, while putting her hand on his arm.

Jon nodded in silence.

She then left the room and stopped just outside.

"Oh and another thing, Kikka has a friend who's coming to spend the night here." Said Freya.

"Oh, a boy friend ?" Jon asked, surprised.

But Freya's face turned really serious.

"She maybe nineteen, but if she had a boyfriend, there is no way he spend the night together here."

"Don't you think you're a little protective ?"

"My house my rules..."

And with that, Freya left.

Jon hid the bag with the blue stone under the bed and laid down on it. Things were not easy, he needed to find someone to give him info, but did he really knew someone like that ? Where should he look ? He felt something jumping on the bed and going for his fly. A quick look confirmed it was Melanie, but he pushed her away.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but not now, Melanie."

The girl whined and then lay down next to him. He turned and looked at her in her confused eyes.

"Sorry, I need to think and you can be quite distracting."

There was a secret organization who was tracking him. No, who's tracking reality alteration. So that mean there are other than him ? The stone was apparently something they could target too. But that doesn't exclude the possibilities of other reality changers. And maybe some are fighting that organization for a long time and knows stuff about it. He could try to track them with the device, but if they are fighting for a while, they probably knows how to avoid it. So it can only help him track objects and newbies like him. How could he track them, then ? He was immune to the power of the stone, so maybe he could see the changes with his own eyes, but he couldn't walk all around town in the hope of seeing something. So, send a message ? But how could it be seen and not look like a trap ?

After theses intense reflections, Jon looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time for diner. And a shower wouldn't be too much, after the sweat and the sex. He stood up and looked at his pet.

"I'm taking a shower, you coming ?"

But she didn't seem to react that much.

"I'll let you suck my cock."

On those words, she jumped out of the bed and followed him. They took together a shower and went hungrily for his cock, she even jumped on him and impaled herself on his member. She was so noisy, he had to put his hand on her mouth as he fucked her against the wall. He then washed her and dried her. But as he was walking out of the shower, he heard Freya.

"Jon are you the..."

He understood what was happening, but it was too late, she saw it.

"No !" He shouted.

He couldn't let her childhood friend, one of his only friends become some brainless slut. He didn't had the device in his hand, but he already got a good idea how the waves behaved. So he pushed them away from Freya's head, so she keep her personality. But the waves doesn't like to be tampered. He could feel a piercing pain going through his skull as he pushed all his effort in his work. Freya's clothes became a white silk nightie, revealing tattoos he didn't know she has. He could see her losing few years in age, not much, half a decade probably, just enough to make her wrinkles go away and her body tense up. The changes seemed to take an eternity as he was fighting the effects of his own power. Freya's breast grew huge, probably around F or G-cup in size and her ass followed the proportions, giving her an impressive hourglass figure. Finally, the changes seemed done, Jon took a breath after what seemed an eternity. Something was running down his nose and as he put his finger on it, he saw that it was blood.

"...there." Finished her sentence, Freya. She was only recognizable by her face, the one thing that stayed pretty much the same.