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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon...)

You wait by the door thinking about what you’ll do next, deciding that the best course of action is to blackmail Jimmy with the photos you took. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. You open it and Jimmy pushes past you and takes a seat on the couch. Before you can say anything he speaks.

“Don’t think I was that drunk I didn’t notice some rando at the party dude. You was straight up sus! And that chick, Rachel, yeah? She was clearly outta her gourd! You saw it, it didn’t take long to figure out. Like some weird mind control hypno shit!”

You start to interject, but he cuts you off, waving his hand dismissively.

“Whatevs. Dude it was sooo obvious that ‘drama’ was some sort of key word for her. When you yelled ‘drama’, her whole face came back to life. Man, it was so awesome cumming on her face like that! Excellent timing bro! Then she slipped back when you said it again. Pretty obvi!”

Your fave reddens with shame at the pride you feel from the compliment, and you say nothing. Jimmy continues with a chuckle.

“So I thought I’d give it a shot,” Jimmy sniggers, “so I hung about out front this morning. When she came out it worked like a charm! So, yeah, we’ve been back at my place all morning doing some reprogramming… dude… you didn’t think to set her to respond only to your voice? What the fuck man? You’re such a dumbass!”

Putting on a brave front you attempt to take control. “Mate, just get over it. I’ve got those photos… I’ll put them up online. You’re done. Let’s just go get Rachel, you’ll undo this ‘reprogramming” and we’ll forget about it all, yeah?“

Jimmy laughs and pulls his phone out, fiddles with it and throws it over to you. It’s open to a video, Rachel’s face filling the screen. With trepidation you click play.

“Hi! My name is Rachel!,” your gorgeous girlfriend chirps with a big smile.

Off camera you hear Jimmy. “Hi Rachel! What did you want to tell your boyfriend Ross?”

“Oh! That’s easy! I want Ross to know I love dicks! Big dicks!” Rachel responds, nodding her head vigorously.

“Doesn’t Ross have a big dick though? Why are you here?” Asks Jimmy, the amusement clear in his voice.

“Well, um, he sorta does, but…” Rachel pauses. “But I’m here because yours is much bigger. It’s also full of really thick creamy cum. And I love big dicks full of thick creamy cum! It’s so yummy!”

“But shouldn’t you be at work though? I mean, that outfit screams ‘office attire’ doesn’t it?” replies Jimmy. The camera moves back. Rachel is wearing her usual work clothes, but her face is a little confused. “You’re right! I guess I should be at work.” Her brow creases and she frowns. “Why am I here then?”

The camera shakes as Jimmy laughs. “Because you like big dicks, remember? And I’ve got one for you. But you’re not dressed for it, are you Rachel?”

Rachel’s frown disappears as she responds. “Oh my god, you’re right!” Her hands move to undo the buttons on her shirt she continues, “and no, I’m not dressed correctly. But that’s easy to fix!”

You watch your girlfriend drop her shirt to the ground revealing her boobs encased in a sheer nude bra. Next she shimmies her hips, sliding her skirt down and steps out of the puddle it forms at her feet. Rachel looks down at herself then back to the camera. “Is this better? Should I leave my heels on? Or is barefoot more of the ‘I love big dicks’ look?” she asks in a serous voice.

The camera goes black and Jimmy snatches it out of your hands.

“So dude, as you can see we have a classic Mexican stand off.” Seeing you clench your fists he backs up a little before continuing. “Easy bro. Before you hulk out, you need to know that I’m not a dumbass like you. I reprogrammed your girlfriend to only respond to my voice. That automatic strip routine is gone too. You weren’t thinking long-term practicality with that one, hahaha. And yeah, I’ve changed the keyword just to be sure.”

“Okay. So what do you want?” you reply, grimacing at your own stupidity.

“Cool. Glad you’re chill with it. I don’t want much. Don’t worry, Rachel is still your girlfriend, she lives with you, loves you, whatever. That doesn’t change. Okay, Ross?”

Nervously you nod your head, waiting for the catch. Jimmy is happy to oblige.

“But I own her. I own Rachel 24/7. Period. I can switch ‘Ross’s girlfriend Rachel’ into ‘#IamAFuckdoll Rachel.’ Whenever. I. want. If you don’t fuck with my life, I won’t fuck with yours. It’s cool. Hell, I’ll even let you take the fuckdoll out for a spin if you want. Just gimme a call whenever you get the urge. We good?”