[Features: hard body control and noncon.]
It was a day like any other. Night to be specific. It was a dream, I was dreaming. It was weird. I felt like all the attention of the world was on me, that the whole world was a stage and I, I was the host. The conductor. But there wasn't actually anything around besides random mists of fog and what felt like burning shouting. Like the words themselves were somehow literally on fire.
"Would you kindly?"
And then I woke up. With an incredible headache and what felt like a concussion. There were words and directions floating through my head, an innate sense like instinct driving me. As natural as breathing and all the more weird for it. I didn't hesitate or question for very long, no, I had to know. I had to know if what my mind was telling me was true.
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Olive garden. As far as places to go to test God given abilities, it wasn't bad. It also just happened to be the closest public area. Perhaps testing on a street would have been wiser than this but if one part of these abilities were true, I had to assume the other parts were as well. I'd start simple, after all. No need to take too many risks. I looked around and noticed that I was in luck. Olive garden isn't exactly a family restaurant, more often it's groups of friends or business groups more than anything. That was why it was pretty easy to find two women eating at a table in the middle of the area. I slid up casually next to them which notably took them by surprise.
"Uhh, Cindy? who's this?"
"Why would you think I would know? Hey, who are you?"
"Oh, I'm just here."
"Oh, okay."
And that was that. They just went back to eating and talking. This was actually a test of my secondary powers rather than the main ones. My oblivious aura. People will react like normal to me but they won't hold me accountable or put significance on my presence. That's pretty vague wording, especially for words ingrained into my mind, but it seems that it's that way for a reason. I can do whatever I want without consequence, from the small to the large things. Good, now it's time for the real test.
"Sandra, do you really think iphone is better than android?"
"It just makes sense Cindy."
Best to start with Sandra then.
"Sandra, would you kindly remove your shirt?"
Before my very eyes, without missing a beat, Sandra casually started to take off her shirt.
"S-Sandra?! What are you doing?!"
"What? What am I doing?! Why would I do this?"
Sandra quickly went to put her shirt back on. I was about to ask her to stop when a much better idea came to me.
"Would you kindly not put on any clothes?"
Sandra's arms stopped. There was no visible strain or what looked to be muscles trying to fight against a barrier or anything of the like. It was more like she was just holding a shirt and her arms in front of her.
"Uhh, Sandra? What, what are you doing?"
"I can't! Cindy, Cindy, I can't, I can't put my shirt on! It, I, won't let me? Cindy, what's going on?"
At this point, her public freakout and subsequent clothing removal had been noticed at least a bit by the other guests. A woman wearing just a bra will draw attention. The other guests were confused and looked like they wanted to tell someone but none actually moved to do anything. Not enough to confirm my third power yet but we'll get there in due time.
"What do you mean you won't let you?! Are you ok?"
"No, you have to believe me, I'm not doing this! Something weird is going on."
Time to up the stakes a bit.
"Would you kindly stand up, remove your pants slowly, and sit back down?"
Sandra stood up, in the middle of the restaurant in front of everyone, and began to do it. She unzipped her jeans and started to slowly slide them down, while everyone watched her. I had a wonderful view of her face from this angle. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes were shocked, the beginning of the reality before her was starting to kick in as her face was slowly beginning to grow red. I debated whether to stop what I knew was coming but I figured it'd be so much better to let it happen.
As she stepped out of her pants and sat down in her black underwear and generic bra, there was really only one human response.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?! I'M NOT DOING THIS! CINDY, HELP ME!"
Ah, absolute panic. She grabbed her pants and it was the oddest thing I'd ever seen. She would furiously thrust her leg forward as if to put the pants on, then suddenly stop in mid air with no warning, get frustrated and panic more, and try to thrust her legs in again, only for it to repeat. It was incredibly bizarre to see someone suddenly stop on a dime like that.
"Sandra, I don't know what's going on but you have to calm down!"
"Calm down?! I'm half naked in public and can't put my clothes back on!"
I watched for a little bit longer. Panicked repeats of the same thing went back and forth for a bit but nothing really new came of that besides Sandra slowly calming down. I looked out into the guests and saw that, especially after that outburst, every single person was looking at her. To my utter delight, some even had phones out. And none of the staff was doing anything. Sandra soon noticed as well.
"T-they, they're recording me Cindy!"
"Fuck!"
A whole new line of panic and utter humiliation swept the board. Sandra was doing an extremely well done impression of a tomato...and I was only learning now that extreme embarrassment makes far more than just your face go red in some people.
That was amazing, great truly, but my eyes were on the secondary prize here this time. No one was doing anything. Cindy and Sandra weren't leaving, no one was even looking my way, no one was approaching to ask them what was going on, and no staff looked like they were going to actually do anything.
The third power was active and real. The audience effect. Once I had actively begun using my power, everyone in the area, which was pretty vague on size, had become a participant. It had become a show and no actors or participants would interrupt or leave the show. They wouldn't even consider it.
My next move was utter simplicity.
I waited.
It was an amazingly effective move. No one could even think of leaving or better ideas. So sandra just sat there, while everyone stared at her. And stared at her. And stared at her.
Her impression of a tomato had evolved into a particularly striking firetruck. She had gone from screaming, to panic shouting, to frantic talking, to mumbling and trying to curl in on herself. Cindy looked like she desperately needed to do something but was being physically held back. Probably because there was really nothing to do in this situation.
I waited for 5 minutes and Sandra looked on the verge of tears and Cindy looked like she was going to physically rip apart space and use it to cover her up. 5 minutes isn't a long time, especially while you're absolutely basking in the rewards for your efforts, but it was long enough to get me thinking. They clearly knew something was wrong. None of my 3 powers actually stopped you from knowing what you were doing wasn't what you wanted to do, well, unless I made it so but I digress. That opened up more options than at first glance. For now, it was best to bring things back into drive.
"Sandra, would you kindly stand on top of the table and remove your bra?"
"W-What, NO! Cindy, grab me! It's happening again!"
To my utter shock, it seemed that cindy was actually going to grab and physically stop her.
"Cindy, would you kindly sit back down?"
"I-I can't! It's affecting me now! What's happening?! Sandra!"
As Sandra slowly undid her bra, showing her breasts to the world and dropping it in front of her, I mentally reviewed the last interaction. It seemed that Cindy was more "actor" than "observer." And actors can affect other actors. Good to know, vital to know really. And this is why we do trial runs.
Sandra was still standing on the table, C cup breasts exposed to the world. Her hands were gripping her underwear with such force that I was almost positive they'd somehow be crushed and fall on their own. She had realized what was happening next but it really wouldn't save her. In fact...
"Sandra, would you kindly take off your underwear and then dance a little?"
Sandra removed her underwear, slowly edging it down but it seemed like her mind had almost accepted that, somehow. But when she began to dance, a lightly sway belly dance, soft tears of embarrassment started to come out. Or frustration, it was hard to tell, especially as she was moving.
"You're a bitch."
That got my attention. It came from Cindy who still couldn't move from the table. She wasn't looking up at me but she was slightly staring into space.
"Whoever's doing this, whatever sick bastard thinks this is funny, you're a bitch. I hope you die."
I mentally reviewed my powers. Mind control, oblivious aura, and audience effect. None actually stopped someone from realizing something or someone was causing this mess, just that it wasn't me. Huh. Cindy had decided something with intelligence was causing this. I mean the signs were all there, but I didn't know it was possible to come to that decision. They hadn't realized they couldn't leave after all.
But a bitch huh?
"Sandra, would you kindly get on all fours and bark like a dog?"
Sandra, ever the unloyal follower, did exactly as I said. She got down on the table and on her hands and knees and started barking at everyone watching. If before they were shocked, they were utterly and completely stunned now. No one did not have an open jaw. Sandra had just mentally realized that everything was going to get a lot worse and while she continued to bark, her eyes looked like she had left home temporarily.
"NO! Sandra, Sandra! Stop! You bastard, you bastard, whatever sick god or monster is doing this, stop it! STOP!"
"C- bark -Cindy...I can't stop. I can't bark stop...everyone's watching me bark bark like a dog..."
Ah, lovely. Sandra was mortified by the attention and Cindy was mortified by inaction. But that comment was rather mean Cindy. And after all, in a roundabout way, you gave me this idea.
