The Perfect Target

Desperation drives a man to strange places. He knew magic was bullshit but Joe figured he had nothing to lose. An overweight man in his 30s with not much else going on really didn't.

In some ways life had blessed him. His parents left him a small but decent house, he had a ''work from home'' IT job, with flexible hours. So no pressure of mortgage payments and a lot of free time. Shame he squandered most of it looking for easy ways to get women. Which had produced zero success.

Endlessly searching for the magic fix to his sexless life finally paid off when he found,''The Binding Ritual''. A forum buried deep within the recesses of the internet had a user explain that most magic is crap,because people focus on the spiritual side of it without paying attention to the technical aspects.

It wasn't about gaining the favor of Gods or help from dark forces but basically ''glitching the system'' to get a desired effect. A certain set of actions and words said in a particular way in a particular place and time will produce ''magic'' but because no one knows every relevant detail and factor needed nobody can be sure how to replicate it. Another problem was the possibility that like video game bugs, reality probably doesn't react the same way to the same glitch every time. Several ''incomplete spells'' were listed saying these had been confirmed to work once but nobody knew what step was needed to repeat it.

It sounded like a waste of time. Even the guy posting it said it was a crapshoot, but the ''Binding Spell'' caught his attention.

Successfully realized in his hometown of Denver on April 23 2007.

The user must recite some trite sounding chant and then simply have 4 different people follow an order in under 5 minutes. Once successfully realized the user will feel a surge of energy and the next person they make physical contact with will become completely obedient to the user's will and desires.

Joe said fuck it and went for it.There were extra suggestions like taking into account time of day, what type of order to give and even other more random stuff like the cycle of the moon but he was going to keep it basic.

He recited the chant and called 4 friends to tell him whose picture they were seeing when they took a look at his Instagram. Telling them that somebody else told him it looked like he'd been hacked and he couldn't log in.

Since he phrased it like an order Joe assumed it would count. Unknown to Joe by some cosmic stroke of good luck the universe was aligned for the ritual to go into effect.

He was feeling it! Goddamn, was he ever feeling it! It was a sensation unlike any other. An ''otherworldly'' power was running through Joe's body and he

knew

it had worked.

Now came the question of who to go after. A sexy young girl becoming his bimbo was the dream, but it would raise a lot of eyebrows if he went after someone who had too many connections. He could already imagine a gaggle of bitchy girls telling their friend how much of a loser he was and what was she thinking. Sure he could order his luscious bimbo to tell them to fuck off, but it wouldn't end there.

Another problem was that if she worked, or was in college, suddenly leaving her old life behind for him would raise all kinds of flags. It was best if he picked his target carefully. Somebody he can force to move in with him overnight with little fanfare from others. Sure, strangers might gawk and stare when they go out together, but if they don't know her personally, why would they care? He needed to pick somebody with a small circle of friends and currently not having much going on.

He thought it over multiple times. Discarding hotties he desperately wanted to fuck but would bring too many problems. It wasn't until he saw a tagged picture of one of his friends, that he found his girl, Liz Murphy.

A few years back the lovestruck girl ditched her home to live with some douchebag rich guy who promised to take care of her. For one reason or another it didn't work out and she shamefully had to return. Most of her old friends didn't talk with her and her parents encouraged her to find work but she refused and just kept desperately trying to find another sugar daddy. Pissing off her folks.

Joe knew so much because of his friend, Ryan. He had become her friendzoned buddy. Ryan would listen to her problems, be there for her, go out with her. All in the hopes of it building up to something more but Liz stonewalled him. Then Ryan would complain to Joe and other friends.

When it came to looks, Liz was more than a guy like Joe could ever hope for. She was short but tight in all the right places. Perky tits, thick thighs you could suck on all day long, to say nothing of her perfect heart-shaped ass. Her long light brown hair and large brown eyes just completed the package. He could already imagine those eyes looking up on him while she sucked his dick. She was what he was looking for.

Joe locked himself from the world and worked on finding a way to get close to his target. He called up Ryan for a quick chat. Asking about the car shop Ryan had gone to a month back, and then swiftly changing the conversation to plans for the weekend. Joe started teasing Ryan about how he was going to waste his weekend driving Liz around and not get any.

Ryan defensively said without realizing he was dooming Liz, said that he was just going to go with her to a goodwill store(the only way she could still buy luxury brand clothing, Joe assumed) Saturday morning. He totally needed some new shoes anyway so that's why he was going.

In a couple of days, if all went to plan, Joe would have a living sex toy.

In preparation for the big day Joe looked through Liz's social media and savoured every picture.His absolute favorite were the cosplays. Once he had her he'd make her wear all types of costumes, while she served her new master. When he saw all the comments and likes from thirsty horndogs similar to himself, he couldn't help but smile. So many men would envy the position he was soon going to be in as the master of a hot, young sexpot. He wanted to masturbate but held off on it. The next time he came it would be inside of Liz.

After telling Ryan he also needed some clothes and he'd like to join in to get a woman's opinion he got the time and place. Now he needed to be cautious. He needed to touch her as soon as possible for the spell to take effect and minimize the chances of him accidentally bumping with somebody else. So once he went in he had to find those two and go right for it.

Before leaving he took one last look at his phone and saw Liz upload a good morning pic wearing pajamas. God, even in PJs she looked so hot. Oh the fun they were about to have.

Joe carefully entered the store and, as luck would have it, he spotted his target right away. He took the long way around so he could come up behind them to avoid Ryan suddenly touching him with a handshake or shoulder tap. Ryan was too focused on Liz and Liz was too focused on herself to notice the large man that was getting close to them. A man with eyes filled with lust and bad intentions.

''Nothing here either, is there any other shelf with shoes?'' Liz asked Ryan without noticing somebody else near-by who was hearing their conversation.

''I told you you probably wouldn't find exactly what you were looking for. Whenever this type of place has good stuff, its quickly gone.'' Ryan replied with boredom while looking at his phone. Obviously not thrilled with his status as the shopping buddy.

''That's why we came early Ryan!'' Liz said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. While she didn't want to admit it, she knew the Gucci shoes her ex-lover had gifted her were probably never going to be replaced after she wore them out. She decided to keep a cool head and see what else she could find while still hoping to get lucky.

She gently swayed her hips to the rhythm of the store's music while checking out the sandals. Ryan pretended not to stare, meanwhile Joe was salivating. He knew he should go and grab her to get it over with but a part of him was curious about the type of person Liz was. For all he knew once she got binded to him she'd turn into a brain dead love zombie with no personality. These might be the final moments where the pretty brunette was still herself. Taking one last moment to hear the canary sing before it was caged.

And he couldn't help but take a moment and enjoy the view. She was wearing a typical morning jog outfit. A tight pink tank top, black yoga pants that hugged her legs and cute girly running shoes. Even from a distance her ass was easy to appreciate. It wasn't so much size as in how firm it was. Those cheeks looked so appetizing. Seeing her stand on her toes to reach the top shelf immediately gave Joe a boner. Her skin was fair and unblemished, her voice was like honey for his ears and even her movements had this air of sensuality. This girl was built to be a fuck toy!

Joe decided to make his move. The fat man made his presence known. Ryan said hello and before he went for a handshake, Joe made a gesture of being sick and not wanting to risk passing it to his good ol' buddy. Liz turned to see him, said a quick hello and returned back to the shelf that had all her attention. The conceited girl thought Joe was barely worth a second of her time. Oh how that was about to change.

Not being sure how long he had to maintain physical contact for the binding to take, Joe opted for getting Ryan out of the way. He asked about the supposed shoes Ryan needed and Ryan just replied he hadn't gotten around to looking for it. Joe asked Liz if he could borrow Ryan for a second to get his opinion on something, Liz again dismissively responded.

''Sure, keep him for as long as you want,'' she said while barely looking at them. Joe wanted to grab and squeeze that ass right then and there when she turned her back to him again.

The lecherous, obese man barely kept the charade when he and Ryan went to the men's shirts section and randomly chose a dress shirt. Ryan, obviously wanting to go back and stare at the hot piece of ass he could never have, pretended to think it over and told Joe it was probably the best he was going to find here. Joe told Ryan that since they were already in the Men's section he should go look for his shoes. Ryan weakly conceded while Joe said he was going back to look for a sweater.

The strange power in Joe's body was vibrating through his entire being. No more screwing around. The hunter was going to claim his prey. Now that he won himself a few minutes alone with Liz, it didn't matter how the power manifested. Plus with his lust and desire at an all time high. He just didn't give a damn anymore.

He hungrily looked for her, desperate to not waste the precious little time he bought. Ignoring all the other beauties in the store he could still get, he focused on finding Liz. It had to be Liz.

He spotted her in the women's pants section. Looking through jeans with boredom. It was now or never. By the time she noticed him it was too late.

''I hope you enjoy this as much as I will babe,'' he taunted as he grabbed her arm. ''Whaa'' Liz yelped in surprise before pausing. They could both feel it.

Outside of their five senses, a strong vibrancy could be felt running through their bodies. A microscopic anomaly in the vast, infinite universe. One soul becoming subservient to another due to a temporary mishap in how reality normally operated. They had bonded at a level neither one really understood.

They both stayed quiet for a moment until Joe could tell Liz regained her bearings and was about to lash out at him.

''DON'T!''

Liz lost the words in her mouth and didn't pull her arm from Joe like she meant to.

It worked.