Edward roared back in retaliation.
"NO YOU DIDN'T! OR, YOUR STUPID ASS MUST'VE FORGOT, JUST LIKE YOU DO WITH EVERYTHING ELSE IN YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE!"
"OH, BOO-FUCKIN'-HOO! DID I MAKE A SILLY LITTLE MISTAKE?! AT LEAST I DIDN'T WIPE OUT HALF OF CUBA BY UNLEASHING A BRAIN-EATING VIRUS ON THE POPULATION!"
"... Is that what that button did?" Zoey asked, her fearsome, furious, red-face shifting back to its natural paleness in a flash.
"Nah... It got you to calm down though, didn't it?"
Zoey's shoulders slumped in both astonishment, and defeat.
"By the way, where were you when I first came in? That back-and-forth would've been perfect."
"Uh, Uncle Eddy?" Dennis asked, having snatched the briefcase from Edward's lap during the shouting match, now actively sifting through its plain, unimpressive contents of business clothes with his topless, large-breasted, rasta-beanie-wearing friend. "Where's that ray gun you were talking about?"
Edward and Zoey's gaze both snapped towards where Dennis and Tammy were sitting, the two of them covered in a stranger's clothing as they turned the suitcase upside-down to completely empty it.
It took a moment for Edward to realize that the briefcase he had left the store with had also been as dirty and burnt as himself, but he had also been too exhausted to recognize that the pristine one he snatched at the airport's luggage area may not have been his own at the time of leaving the airport.
"... Oh,
goddamn it."
Edward said, leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees while one hand rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
"Let me guess, you grabbed the wrong bag at the airport. Why am I not surprised?"
"WhY aM i NoT sUrPrIsEd?!"
Edward mocked his intern in a mentally-ill tone, who was being more of a condescending bitch than usual. Actually, Zoey
never
acted like this. "What the Hell has gotten into you?"
"It's her time of the month, I think." Tammy giggled, stoned out of her mind and without any consideration for her own well-being. "The crimson tide hits Zoey like a tru-..."
Tammy slumped over onto her giant tits just after a black, short-heeled shoe had been thrown at her, making impact with the short-haired brunette's temple.
Zoey stormed out of the room and back down the hallway with an exasperated growl/sigh, or whatever that disgruntled sound she made technically was.
"Nice shot." Edward called out to her, pulling out his phone from a pocket in his coat. "I guess I should call Trixie for a gadget extraction. She'd better not be busy, these rayguns can potentially cause as much havoc as my stuff can."
"What does it do, exactly?" Dennis asked, slapping an unconscious Tammy's large, wobbly cheeks like a set of bongo drums over the pair of jeans short-shorts she wore.
"Exactly what the name of the company implies. Functional Equipment To Improve Sexual Happiness, or
'F.E.T.I.S.H.'
for short. Their iconic ray-gun naturally instills nearly any perversion into an individual's mind without them being aware of it, causing them to think that they've always been a fan of said perversion, and the slight memory-correction transition is virtually seamless. I planned on dissecting it to figure out how the reality-altering algorithm is coded... I also would've called it the
'Kink Kannon',
but that's beside the point." Edward grumbled.
"Huh... Where do you think it wound up?"
"Dunno', don't care. Trixie'll figure it out, just like she always does." Edward shrugged, dialing his daughter's phone number. "At least we know it's either in or around town. That's more than she usually has to go on."
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Chapter 1:
Lockdown Blues
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"I'm sooo bored." Connie sighed, laying on her back in the middle of the living room floor.
"Ugh."
"Yeah." Jerry agreed, sprawled out longways on the couch. "This lockdown is just as lame as the first one."
The pair of siblings let out audible sighs of frustration, unable to either go out and hang out with their friends or head to someplace like the mall just to kill time. It'd been over a year, and just when things appeared to be getting back to normal, the world was on the brink of completely shutting down again thanks to a mystery virus that wasn't much more deadly than the common cold. Hell, both teens had been vaccinated, twice, but that didn't count for much when more than half of the businesses around town were either closed or simply restricted people from interacting with each other in a fun way.
Connie, who was on the verge of turning twenty-years-old, was having a much harder time with being stuck at home than her younger brother, being the furthest thing away from an introvert as one could imagine.
Jerry, who had just recently become of age, was more than used to sitting around all day playing video games or watching WhoTube videos, but since the first city-wide quarantine had ended, the young man had learned to appreciate being outdoors and in social situations much more than before.
Sadly, it looked as though they were right back to where they started.
At least the two had each other to kill time with, sort of. Connie and Jerry got along pretty well, but neither of them really had much in common with the other. She'd tried to play video games with him in the past, but usually ends up getting frustrated and quitting in less than ten minutes. And Jerry, well, he's made attempts to sit around and gossip with his sister like she and her friends do, but his mind tends to drift off and stop listening not too long into her dramatic meandering.
"That's it!" Jerry said, abruptly jumping up from the couch, startling Connie in the process. "I can't take it anymore!"
"Would you stop yelling? Jeez." Connie groaned, then rolled over onto her stomach.
Jerry caught an eyeful of her braless, C-cup breasts as she did so, and tried his best not to stare for too long at the side-cleavage exposed under her outstretched arms from the cut-out of her loose, orange tank-top, or at the round, perky butt that was now on open display and only covered by a pair of basic, tight, white panties.
"I will, if you put some pants on." Jerry said as his shoulders slumped from pent-up, sexual exasperation while his member twitched and began swelling from within his navy-blue basketball shorts. "It's hard to tell which one of us is the pervert in this story when you're dressed like that."
"Maybe we're both perverts. Ever think of that?" She mumbled, a little too loudly.
"What?"
"What?"
"I'm home!" Called out their father, Victor Jordenson, as he opened the front door of their house and walked inside. In just a few seconds, the man entered the living room where his two offspring were hanging out, dressed in a red polo-shirt and beige, khaki pants. Connie had already been climbing to her feet at the sound of her father's voice, and jumped up onto the tall man to give him a big hug. "Whoa, hey there, sweetie!"
"I'm glad you made it back safe, dad." Connie said just before giving him a peck on the cheek and letting go of his neck. "Did you bring us anything back from Imperial?"
"Yeah!" Jerry blurted, suddenly excited by the reminder of a souvenir from a city full of the richest and most attractive people on the planet. That, and it's the only place in the world that sells super hi-tech equipment that can alter the minds and bodies in certain ways, primarily to either look more attractive and better in bed, from the rumors he's heard floating around the internet. It was unlikely that any of it was true, given that there's never been any direct video evidence of stuff like that actually happening, but Jerry enjoyed the fantasy nonetheless, and remained hopeful. "Was it as crazy as everyone says it is?"
Victor laughed at that. "I guess you could say that. It was definitely a nice change of environment, but I wouldn't say it was much different from LA."
The tall, brown-haired man set the dusty, soot-covered suitcase down in his chair and popped it open, only just then realizing how strange it was that his luggage had gotten so dirty on the flight.
"I did get you two a couple of things from a shop, though, and-..." Victor paused for a moment once the container opened, quickly figuring out that what he had there was, in fact, not his suitcase. "Ah, darn it!"
Connie and Jerry looked at their father with worried, curious expressions on their faces.
"What's wrong, dad?" Connie asked.
"Did you forget your hair-dye?" Jerry snickered.
"No, I- shut up." He said, shooting his son an annoyed glance. "My luggage got switched up at the airport." Victor said with a sigh, slowly untucking his shirt from the waistband of his pants, not bothering to dig further down into the case past the crumpled-up labcoat and numerous pairs of male undergarments. "That sucks... And I was really excited to show you two the shirts I brought home as souvenirs."
Connie and Jerry grimaced, almost thankful they didn't have to pretend to be grateful for such lame presents.
So much for crazy-fun magic sex tech, Jerry though with a frown.
"Do you want me to call the airport for you?" Connie offered, wearing a sympathetic mask on her face as she already began walking towards where her cellphone lay on the floor.
"If you don't mind, that'd be great, honey." Victor said with a yawn. "I could really use a shower and a nap, this jet-lag is killing me."
In just a few moments, Jerry was standing in front of the couch and gazing at his father's suitcase, while Connie had lazily laid back down on the carpet on her stomach and perched up on her elbows, waiting to get ahold of someone from the airlines.
Jerry shrugged, and out of pure boredom, wandered over to the open suitcase and pulled out the labcoat only after a few seconds of hesitation.
The stained, white stretch of clothing went all the way down to his feet, despite the fact he was holding the shoulders of it several inches above his head. Wow, he thought. Jerry was fairly tall, standing at 5'10, but it looked like the owner of the coat had at least four or five inches of height over him.
He chuckled, then folded it up better than it had been when sitting in the case, until he noticed something odd laying there in the center of a mess of dirty socks and underwear.
"Hm?" Jerry set the labcoat down on the arm of the recliner and reached in for the item in question, which turned out to be some kind of plastic, toy raygun, like something you'd see in the bargain bin at a discount store. He held it in front of his face and closely examined it, wondering why it was in this guy's suitcase.
Maybe it was a present for one of his kids, or it could be a-...
Holy shit,
he thought, having found the dial located on the cheap-looking device, the one lined with around fifty different symbols that were made up of vaguely sexual images.
He'd heard of this thing before. A highly-advanced piece of hardware designed to overwrite significant portions of a person's thought-process and personality traits, created by a company known as F.E.T.I.S.H.. Jerry always forgot what the acronym stood for when the memory of it resurfaced, but the rumors of that raygun circulating online was his first introduction into the world of mysterious, perverted technology.
The thing he held in his hands certainly fit the description of it.
Was today his lucky day, or was this just another one of God's sick pranks?
There was only one way to find out...
"Alright... Yeah, no, that's pretty much what I expected to hear... Yes ma'am... Uh huh, you have a nice day as-"
Jerry, having set the dial to the symbol representing a pulled-up top revealing a pair of tits, stopped breathing for a short while after having aimed the gun towards Connie and pulled the flimsy trigger.
Her entire body froze for a few seconds and the whole of her figure became wrapped in a magnificent, golden light.
It was real, he thought to himself as a thin trail of drool began to leak from his slightly open mouth.
Once the light faded and she began speaking again, Jerry was blown away that she hadn't noticed that anything had just happened to her, and quickly tucked the gun away in the back of his shorts' waistband.
"-as well." Connie said, then dropped her phone back onto the floor and sighed. "They don't know where dad's stuff is. Apparently, the briefcase he brought home wasn't even registered, so they don't even know who it belongs to." Connie cocked a suspicious eyebrow at her brother, who was just standing by their father's chair and nervously staring at her with an erection.
"What?" She asked, still propped up on her elbows with her stomach and thighs pressed up against the carpet.
"Oh, uh..." Jerry stammered, doing his best to act casual as he slowly turned and walked back over towards the couch. He was careful sitting down, making sure that the raygun wouldn't go off by accident due to him moving in a way that he shouldn't. Just as he plopped down, Connie was climbing back up to her feet. "I was just wondering, can I see your tits?"
