Jolting up from your bed in shock, you grab your chest and take deep breaths. Your body is in a feverish sweat after what you can only recall as a strange, otherworldly dream. The only image that comes to mind as you try to remember the dream is the picture of a blue sphere.
The voice's words echo loudly in your head as the image of the pulsating blue sphere rotates in your mind—
"The first option is the ability of universal acceptance."
Was it real, then...?
Still experiencing a small headache after that hell of a dream, you shake your head lightly and jump out of bed. Putting on some shorts and a comfortable t-shirt, you walk outside of your room and make your way towards the kitchen.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
Your 22-year-old cousin, Erica, greets you as you enter the area. She's finishing a plate of waffles over the kitchen counter while watching the morning news on the small TV mounted on the nearby wall. Erica's been staying over your place for the past few months since she couldn't find a place to stay; you figured you would help her out by giving her your guest room. It's not like she's a freeloader or anything, thankfully—she has a decent paying job and helps with the bills. In the months that you've shared this small apartment, you've grown relatively close both as cousins and friends.
"Got any plans for today, John?" Erica asks you as she finishes her breakfast, grabbing her plate and fork and turning towards the sink to wash them. As she does, your eyes can't help but wander to her lower back. She's wearing nothing but white panties and a black tank-top, fully showcasing her thick and well-rounded ass. She's always been this comfortable around you, and since this is her home as much as it is yours, she's never had any problem being dressed like this. Besides, you guys are cousins. She's probably certain that you wouldn't lust over her or anything like that, and even if you did, she knows you're smart enough not to try anything ridiculous.
"As long as it's within a realm of possibility, anyone you speak to or interact with will agree to whatever you say or ask or them."
The voice's words echo in your head once more as your eyes fixate on Erica's appealing behind. You can't help but wonder...what if? There's no way.
...maybe it wouldn't hurt to try...
"Should I take that as a no?"
The sudden entrance of Erica's voice into the atmosphere brings you back to attention. You quickly shift your eyes back up to hers to avoid being caught as an ogling pervert. Her shoulder-length brown hair looks clean and recently washed as she looks at you with eyes of deep green. "You just staying home, then?"
You decide you might as well test things out. While you know for sure that it was probably just a dream and that there's no way it could be legitimate, why the hell not, right? Now, what's something that you could ask her to do which she normally never would...?
As your eyes quickly wander the area, you see a small ceramic coffee cup near Erica. With a bit of hesitation in your voice, you point towards it with a slightly shaking finger. "Hey, Erica," you ask her, avoiding her question. "Could you...break that cup?"
Erica looks at you for a moment. You find yourself laughing in your head. Of course she wouldn't randomly break a cup like a that. If you recall correctly, that was one that she paid for. There's no way that she'd do something like that just because you asked her. Taking a relaxed sigh, you acknowledge the fact that your dream was complete nonsense and—
CRASH!
A huge noise of shattering ceramic explodes in the area, causing you to look down in surprise. At the base of Erica's feet rests the remnants of the coffee mug. Dozens of variously sized pieces are strewn across the ground, decorating the black tiling of the kitchen floor.
"Anything else?"
You look to Erica in shock. She seems completely unbothered by the prospect of it all and is staring at you with curiosity. She doesn't seem to be even so much as questioning her actions. As if it was a natural reflex, she simply did what you asked of her without much concern for anything.
Unable to do anything but stand there in confusion, Erica giggles lightly to herself and walks past you, patting you on the shoulder as she passes you by. "You look like you just saw a ghost, man. I'll be in my room if you need me."
A few seconds later, you can hear a door open and close, but your mind doesn't register anything beyond that. You're too busy being blown away by the realization that the dream you had was much more than a dream—as promised, the voice has granted you with the ability of universal acceptance.
While the amount of things you can do with this power are far and wide, your mind has already secluded itself to one field of study. You can already feel your flaccid shaft in your pants slowly starting to strengthen and bulge at the thought of what you can do with this. The question is... |