Pass It On

Just another lazy Sunday. Mio Fukui was just finishing up on cleaning up her lunch dishes when the doorbell rang. “Ah cripes, just a minute!” she called out. She went into the hallway of her apartment and checked the mirror for a hot minute to check if she was decent. straight shoulder length black hair framing her cute asian face? check. Black midriff-exposing longsleeve over her 34B chest? check. Cute blue skinny jeans over her thin frame? check. Decent black flat heeled shoes? check. Okay, she’s ready for being social.

Mio walked over to the door with a satisfied smirk, which quickly drooped when she looked out the peephole of her door, and spied her caucasian ex-boyfriend, Carlos Summers, standing there, wearing his baggy white cargo pants and that stupid maroon bowling shirt with a tiger print that he always wears. His expression is one of a sort of lecherous grin on his somewhat long face.

Mio opened the door to confront this annoyance at her door, keeping the door chain on, just in case. She has heard many a story of abusive exes moving to physical , even if he doesn’t seem to be the type. “Ugh, what do you want, sleeze…” Mio demanded in a sour inflection as she leered through the gap. Despite her tone, Carlos just chuckled a little as he ran his left hand through his red slicked back hair with confidence, while he flexed his right as if he was about to do something with it. Definite warning sign for Mio, right there.

“Heh…sleeze, huh? Well, now I feel at least a little more jsutified” Carlos stated, not losing his grin. At that point, Mio was going to slam the door and call the cops, but…“Let me in. When I enter, direct me to the couch and stand at attention in front of me” Carlos demanded in a calm tone, and snapped his fingers. Mio shuddered, and proceeded to close the door. But to her surprise, she takes off the door chain and open it up wide, while moving to the side to let him in. Despite her welcoming posture, her face is a mask of shock and worry. “W-what?!” she stutters as Carlos saunters in. Mio quickly notices that Carlos’s right hand is faintly glowing with a purple light.

As they walk to the couch after closing the door, Carlos remarks “I see that you’ve noticed the glow, and yes, it is significant to what you’re doing. Though it’s quite dim in the hall, which is probably how you noticed it. The guy that had it before me told me usually covers it with a glove.” Mio was a loss for words as Carlos slumped onto her plush sofa, while she stood in a perfectly straight fashion that would make any bootcamp drill sergeant proud. “I-I don’t understand! Are you telling me there’s magic involved?! But it’s not real!” Stated Mio, somewhat quivering in fear, but holding on her face is a scowl straight at the perpetrator of this scenario.

Carlos laughs a little as she says this. “Oh, that’s rich. On any other day i’d believe that too. But seeing is believing, cherry pie. Now, how about a little fun while I tell you what’s going on, will you?” And with that, Carlos snaps his fingers again and Mio starts moving again, but not as she wishes. Instead she’s moving in place in an overly sexy manner, running her hands over her thin but curvy bod and through her hair. “Ah, and just so you know, it’s not just through vocal commands, either. I can think of anything I want, and it’ll happen too” he states giddily. Mio is currently embarrassing herself with spread legs while shimmying her breasts and rear. Mio’s expression remains shocked however, even despite her air kissing that she's to do now.

Carlos begins to explain how he came across this power, “You see babe, I was down on my luck, ever since you dumped me. I was wandering the street, after you kicked me out of my own apartment that we shared, leaving me on the streets. I was sitting on a park bench that night seething, as you do in such a situation, when a man whom looked like he came straight from the ’20s! I could practically see the film grain and the monotone colors on him.

“He then proceeded to ask ‘what’s troublin' ya, sonny Jim?’ in an old-timey radio announcer voice. I told him what you’ve done to me, and he responded with ‘Ah, yes. Dames these days, you don’t know what’s runnin’ through through their pretty little heads. But I got just the thing for an ailin’ gentleman such as yourself!’ I asked him that I don’t have the funds for what he’s selling, as you took control of my bank accounts when you'd said you'll handle the bills, and he told me ’Nonsense my good man~ I provide you with this special gift free of charge, so that you’d end up on toppa the world as the head honcho of your life again! As well as snag a sweet honey or two, if ya catch my drift.’

“After that, we shook on it as I agreed to his odd deal and this appeared on my hand when he said ’pass it on’” Carlos says, holding up his right hand to show an odd tattoo of a sultry-looking eye in the middle of a circle of letters that seem to be a mixture of different languages. Mio glances at it before she proceeds to straddle Carlos, facing away from him with her hands on the floor. “It’s not only the actions of others actions that I can control, either, but also, what they are wearing-” As he says this, he snaps his fingers and her clothes morph, making Mio blanch in embarrassment. What she is wearing now is their old schools’ cheerleading outfit, albeit somewhat abridged, with a pleated skirt that, at best, is her hand in length, and a top that stops at the end of her chest, and dips the neckline for a maximum amount of cleavage, it may as well be an inch of fabric holding the two sides together. as well as a pair of 6” high heels with little pompoms on them, and a pair of frilly thigh-high socks. The entire ensemble is colored in a baby blue with a silver trim. The mention of undergarments are unspeakable, as there was none.

“-Their body-” Carlos continued, and with another snap, her chest starts expanding, almost slipping out of her top as she expands to a pair of large boobs the size of cantaloupes, the cleavage almost revealing inch long pink nipples. as well as her skirt pushing outwards due to a growing bubble butt. Her hair gets pulled to either side of the top of her head and grows at a rapid rate, tying themselves with silver bows into large, shiny black pigtails.

“-Their mind-” He snaps again, and Mio sees her chest again from her position, extending out and jiggling slightly from her leaning forwards. Her mouth waters as she thinks that she could play with her own teats for hours on end, and thinking that her new cheer outfit is super hot, despite it being on her to wear it. Then she realises what she just thought. Oh god! she thinks, he’s turned me into a pervert!

“-And their history! For you, I’ll let you know what I changed” and he snapped his fingers again. Cherry Fuck-Me starts thinking back, and remembers, as if she’s lived it, the time that she came to the states as an exchange student from Kyoto, and kept a racially stereotypical accent, adding in Japanese honorifics and talking in broken english that would never get better. She got propositioned a lot due to her name. But that’s not right, she was born in California, and was a brilliant language student, so how was her speech so poor? And she’s DEFINITELY sure that’s not her last name, either! “Me is sooo confused, Carlos-san!” Cherry then becomes wide-eyed at what she just said. Carlos laughs. “I’m sure you are, Miss Fuck-Me, how about you start twerking while you try to figure it out?” And he then snaps again and she’s shaking her large booty against the crotch of his pants, moaning from her new sense of perversion turning her on. Carlos then starts slapping and groping roughly at her plump derrière and says, “HAH! Yes, this just what I needed, and to think he had the gall to think I’d pass it on to anyone! Insinuating that all I have to do is say the magic words and touch the tattoo on someone”