The F.E.T.I.S.H. Ray Tales

by Fidget

Friendly Fun: Amy's Story

Amy had a problem. She and her boyfriend Brian were very much in love, and their sex life was great, except for one little thing: Brian loved blowjobs, and Amy hated them. Hated them. They'd been able to get past it as a couple for the most part, but Amy could tell that Brian wasn't completely satisfied. And since Brian had been pretty much perfect to her during the two years they had been together, Amy had resolved to give him a blowjob for his upcoming birthday, no matter what.

To that end, she had ordered the contents of the large box that had shown up on her porch this morning. If it performed as advertised, it just might solve her problem.

She picked up the box, carried it inside, and set to work opening it up and discarding the packing materials. When it finally lay on her coffee table in all its glory, she began to wonder if she'd made a terrible mistake.

It looked like a retro-futuristic ray gun, from a company called Functional Equipment To Improve Sexual Happiness. Most called it the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray for short, but it was more of an inhibition reducer and behavior reinforcement tool than an actual fetish inducer, though for all intents and purposes that distinction was more academic than functional. In short, it instilled in its target a need to perform specific sexual acts, and fully integrated that desire into the affected person's psyche, so that they wouldn't even notice that they had been changed.

On the side of the ray was an adjustable dial with close to fifty different settings, each with a tiny symbol corresponding to the specific change the ray would induce in its target when activated on that setting.

She picked up the instruction manual. Across the front, in all caps, it said "CAUTION: ALL MODIFICATIONS ARE PERMANENT AND IRREVERSIBLE".

Amy had already known that the changes were permanent, but seeing it confirmed by the device's manual as it was laying right in front of her somehow made the decisions she would face in the next few minutes feel much more real. She flipped through the manual, but the ray was pretty self-explanatory: set, point, zap. The most valuable information was the list of behavioral modifications in the back of the book which corresponded to the settings on the dial.

Well, if I'm gonna do it anyway, there's no need worrying about it, she thought impulsively. She set the dial to "Blowjob", pointed the ray at herself, and activated it.

Nothing happened. Or at least it seemed like nothing had happened. Intellectually she knew that the ray had probably affected her, since she had aimed at herself and activated it and everything, but she couldn't find any evidence that her mind had been messed with, and she didn't feel any different.

Amy thought about how it would feel to give Brian a blowjob, to see if it felt weird to her now. No, it still felt perfectly normal; in fact, she wondered why she had bought a ray to make her not want to give Brian blowjobs in the first place. Wait, that wasn't right, she had wanted to blow him. But then why hadn't she? Something wasn't making sense.

Amy retraced her thought process. She had bought the ray because she hadn't wanted to give Brian a blowjob. She had used the ray on herself. Now she wanted to give Brian a blowjob. The only logical conclusion was that it must have worked.

She was surprised at just how well the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray had apparently integrated her new cravings into her personality. It felt like she had always loved blowjobs, like it was the most natural thing in the world. It is the most natural thing in the world, she reassured herself. His cock would fit perfectly into my mouth, my tongue would drive him absolutely wild, and his gooey cum seems super yummy! Not to mention, couples should want to go down on each other.

Inspired by this most recent thought, she impulsively switched the setting to what was clearly a tongue on labia, and zapped the back of her boyfriend's head as he yelled at the TV in the living room. He fell silent mid-sentence as he was surrounded by an odd golden glow for a few seconds, and then continued his rant like nothing had happened. If I have to like it, he does too! Well, he does now, at least, she giggled. So that's what I looked like when I zapped myself. No wonder I don't remember it - the ray shut me down completely while it reprogrammed me.

Amy was so happy about her decision to go ahead and zap herself instead of waiting until Brian's birthday. Well, of course she was happy about it, since the device had made her feel that way, but that didn't change the fact that giving herself a blowjob craving still felt like the best idea she'd ever had. She had been so silly before, and was glad the ray had fixed her outlook. It was weird that she had even needed it in the first place. She wanted to make her boyfriend's cock all hard, and then tease it with her tongue until it exploded in her mouth. Who wouldn't?

She thought about all of the other settings on the ray, and knew that she'd love those changes just as much if she zapped herself with them. It was mildly tempting, but most of the other options were weird and gross, and she didn't really want to give herself any more compulsions at the moment.

What she wanted to do was go blow her boyfriend, but he had to leave for work, and she had friends coming over soon anyway. Frustrated, she decided she could wait until he got home that afternoon.

Her three friends arrived a half hour later, but none of them seemed overly happy to see her. This wasn't a surprise; they were her best friends, and she knew they loved her, but their friendship had felt a bit strained of late. Stephanie, the ringleader of their little group, had always had a bossy streak, but recently it had felt worse than usual for some reason. Rachel and Taylor had both gone through particularly bad breakups the month before, and seemed slightly jealous of Amy's stable long-term relationship. This jealousy had manifested in an annoying cattiness, which showed no signs of slowing down.

As they set up the board game they were playing this afternoon, Amy filled them in on the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray she had ordered, and what she had done to herself with it. Her friends were familiar with Amy's distaste for blowjobs and knew that it was a sore point for her relationship, but even though they understood why she'd done it, they were still somewhat weirded out.

"So if I asked you to give me a blowjob right now, you would?" Rachel asked, still not quite sure she believed Amy's story.

"If you had a dick, absolutely!" Amy responded with genuine interest.

"Wait, if any guy asked you for a blowjob, you'd give him one?" Taylor asked, horrified.

"Probably. Why? It's just a blowjob, there's nothing wrong with it. It's perfectly natural."

"If you say so," Taylor said doubtfully, feeling a bit creeped out by this new Amy.

"So would you go down on me if I asked you to?" Stephanie asked.

"Ew, no!" Amy shouted, grossed out by the idea.

"Why not? You'd blow some random guy."

"I dunno, blowjobs are different."

"How so?"

"They just are!" Amy said fiercely.

"Well, is there a setting on that thing that makes you want to munch carpet?" Stephanie asked.

"Yup. Why so interested? Want to try it out?"

"You wish," Stephanie answered as they finished setting up and began to play.

A few minutes into the game, Amy got up to go to the toilet. While she was gone, Stephanie quickly told the other girls that she planned to zap Amy with another fetish from the ray as a prank. Taylor and Rachel thought the idea was hilarious, and they were still giggling when Amy got back.

"What's so funny?" Amy asked.

"Oh, nothing," Rachel said innocently.

Shortly afterward, Stephanie left for the toilet as well. A minute later, Rachel and Taylor gasped as a golden glow suddenly surrounded Amy. It faded as quickly as it had started, and when Stephanie came back they continued the game as if nothing had happened. That is, until Stephanie randomly yelled, "Hey Amy, show us your tits!"

"Sure!" Amy replied happily, pulling up her t-shirt and bra and swinging her breasts back and forth for her friends. They burst out laughing, which confused her, especially when their laughter continued after she pulled her shirt back down and got back to the game. It was almost like they were making fun of her for something, but she had no idea what it could be.

The rest of the game was punctuated by her friends asking her to flash them every few minutes and Amy gladly complying, though by the end of the game she was starting to suspect that something was up.

After the girls left, Amy sat on the couch trying to figure out what she had done that had made her friends laugh so hard. She got up and walked into the bedroom to see if they had messed with any of her stuff, and noticed that the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray was gone. She looked around for a few minutes, but it quickly became clear that the girls had taken it, probably Stephanie, since she seemed to be the instigator of this whole charade.

Sure enough, she got a text from Stephanie a few minutes later with a picture of the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray attached. The text said, "Feel any different?"

So they had zapped her. Amy had been slightly suspicious with how weird they had been acting the whole time, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what they'd done. She didn't feel any different, of course, but that was to be expected. She hoped they hadn't programmed her with anything weird, especially since the effects were permanent. On the other hand, she was guaranteed to like whatever they had programmed her with, so it didn't really matter.

Amy zoomed in on the picture of the ray, and checked the symbol of its current setting in the instruction manual, which luckily Stephanie hadn't taken. It was set to "Flashing", so that was probably what they had used on her. Now that she thought about it, they had asked her to flash them an awful lot; she just hadn't really noticed because she loved flashing her tits and was happy to do it. That was the ray's current setting though, so what she thought of as her natural behavior was more likely a compulsion it had programmed her with, but it was so odd to think that showing off her assets to anyone who asked had ever been out of the ordinary for her. She had always loved it, because it was so much fun watching their eyes light up as she revealed more and more of her sexy body to them. She was just a girl who loved giving blowjobs and flashing people.

It made sense that her friends had chosen "Flashing". Some of the symbols were self-explanatory, like the lips on a cock that clearly indicated the blowjob fetish she had given herself, but many were inscrutable without the instruction book to explain them, and the symbol of a pulled-down top revealing boobs was pretty unmistakable. Plus, "Flashing" was pretty benign as far as the ray was concerned, and Amy was sure that her friends hadn't wanted to hurt her. Still, they had stolen her ray and given her a new sexual compulsion without her permission, so she was definitely going to get them back.

First though, it was time to come clean to her boyfriend about her unexpected new desires, once he got home.

"Wait, let me get this straight. You ordered a magic ray gun off the internet because you were worried you couldn't please me sexually?" her very confused boyfriend asked after she told him what her friends had done.

"Pretty much. And now, thanks to my 'friends', I'm permanently stuck with an urge to flash people."

"Well, do you want to show me your tits then?" he asked playfully, not really believing her crazy story.

"Sure!" she said, pulling up her top and jiggling her melons at him, before pulling her shirt back down.

Brian was flabbergasted. "Wow, babe, I can't believe you just did that! Yeah, they definitely must have zapped you with the ray. You would never do anything like that normally."

"That's so weird," Amy responded, pulling her shirt back up and caressing her perky breasts. "It's fun, and guys clearly like seeing women's naked bits. I don't know why girls don't flash more often, it just feels so natural! I'd show off my body to anyone who asked me to, and I want them to ask me. I know that this is all due to the ray's programming, of course, and that Stephanie instilled me with this desire against my will, but none of that really matters. She zapped me with the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray and I love flashing people now. It's as simple as that. I wouldn't want to change back if I could," she concluded, enjoying the way that Brian's eyes had fixated on her tits as she pinched her nipples.

"Well, I'm certainly glad you like it now!" he said, getting turned on watching her grope herself. "Do you only have to flash your tits, or would you flash other stuff as well?"

"Oh, I'd definitely-" she began, but then she noticed the tent that she had caused in his gym shorts. She was struck with a sudden desire to have that cock in her mouth, so she pulled her shirt the rest of the way off, bounced over to where he sat on the couch, and dropped between his knees. She tugged his shorts down, grabbed his dick, and engulfed it in her warm, wet embrace.

"Babe, what the fuck!" Brian yelled, surprised at her sudden eagerness to do something she absolutely hated.

"What?" Amy asked, pulling her mouth off his dick and stroking him with her hand in the meantime.

"Did they make you like blowjobs too?"

"Oh, no. I've always liked blowjobs," Amy said quickly, before remembering. "Oh, wait, no I didn't. The reason I got the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray in the first place was so that I could make myself enjoy blowing you."

"Wait, the ray makes you forget that you were zapped??"

"More like you don't notice when it zaps you, and whatever it zaps you with suddenly feels like the most natural thing in the world, like it's something you've always done. Or at least I assume that's what it does, since that's how I feel about flashing and blowjobs," she said, spitting into her hand to keep his cock nice and lubricated while she wiggled her tits at him.

"You bought the ray so you'd like giving me blowjobs?" Brian asked, amazed, as Amy got back to work teasing his frenulum with her tongue.

"Yep," she said, briefly releasing his cock with a pop, before resuming her suction and jacking him with her fist. She felt the base of his dick beginning to tighten, so she took him deep, making sure to keep up the suction as his tightening cock slid in and out of her slick throat.

"Babe, that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I love you!" he gushed at her, as her tongue sent him over the edge and his dick began gushing at her as well. He sat back, enjoying the afterglow as she swallowed his yummy cum and cleaned him off with her mouth as he deflated.

"When I get the ray back, can we make you like tittyfucks too?" Brian asked, coming down from his high.

"No, I think I've had my mind messed with enough for a while," she responded flatly.

We'll see about that, Brian thought to himself.

As she stood back up, Brian tried a new command: "Hey girl, lemme see that pussy."

Amy giggled as she enthusiastically stripped her pants off, and then leaned back and spread her labia to show off how wet she was for him after sucking him off.

Brian grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto the couch so he could return the favor. He dove between her legs and got to work with his tongue. As Amy started to moan, it occurred to him how strange it was that he'd never done this for her before. It was so much fun, and she tasted so good!

Once they had finished, Brian grabbed his amateur lockpicking set and headed out. Less than an hour later, he was back holding the gun.

"Smile babe!" he said, zapping her full of desire to rub his cock between her tits until he came all over her chest.

"Don't you..." she began, before succumbing to the ray's golden influence for a third time, and adding yet another activity to her growing list of compulsions.

"...dare!" she finished angrily.

"Just kidding," he said, lowering the gun. "Flash me?"

"Sure!" she grinned, lifting her shirt and jiggling for him. She made a mental note to put her tits to better use later to reward Brian for getting the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray back, and took the ray into the bedroom to plan her revenge.

That night Brian's friend Stu came over to watch the Cowboys game, and during halftime they got into an argument about which of the cheerleaders had the best rack.

"It's clearly the third from the left," Stu said.

"You're crazy! Amy has better tits than she does," Brian retorted.

"Prove it."

"Honey, could you come in here and show Stu how nice your tits are?" Brian called out innocently, as Stu braced for the inevitable shitstorm that was sure to follow.

"Absolutely!" she replied, coming into the room to pull her shirt up, lean forward, and waggle her tits in Stu's face for a few seconds.

She grinned as her bouncy boobies began to have their natural effect on the bemused Stu. "Want a blowjob?" she asked brightly.

"Uhhh, no thanks."

"Suit yourself," Amy responded, sounding disappointed, before pulling her shirt back down and heading to the bedroom to continue her planning.

"Holy shit dude, your girlfriend is awesome!" Stu gasped, amazed.

"Yeah, I know," Brian replied with a self-satisfied smile, and they got back to watching the game.

The next day, Rachel and Taylor were hanging out at Stephanie and her husband's place. Stephanie was in the middle of telling them about how the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray had randomly disappeared, when she suddenly fell silent and began to glow with soft golden light.

"Stephanie, you're glowing!" Taylor yelled. Stephanie, whose mind was currently occupied with rewriting her feelings toward butt stuff, didn't respond. Stephanie's glow faded a few seconds later, and Taylor suddenly found herself unable to speak as she too was enveloped in the ray's warm embrace.

"...don't know where it went. Wait, what's going on with Taylor?" Stephanie asked Rachel. "What's all that glowy stuff?"

"You don't remember glowing too?? You looked just like her a second ago!" Rachel exclaimed.

"What are you talking about? I was just sitting here and she randomly started to glow!" By this point Taylor had woken up, but now Rachel's eyelids drooped as she too calmly accepted her new programming.

"Oh no, someone's zapping you and Rachel with the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray!" Taylor exclaimed.

"They didn't get me, but they are zapping you and Rachel!" Stephanie responded. "I have to get out of here before..."

"They zapped Stephanie again!" Rachel shouted. "Taylor, we have to get out of here... Taylor?"

"...they get me too!" Stephanie finished, as Rachel started to run for the bedroom door in panic. She turned the knob and pulled, but nothing happened. "We're locked..."

Stephanie and Taylor joined her at the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"...in!" Rachel finished as her glow faded, but then they were all swept up in golden light together, and their vulnerable minds opened themselves up to yet another exciting new possibility.

They tried the door for a few more seconds, before giving up and resigning themselves to their fate. After one more flash for each of them, it was over, as quickly as it had begun.

When the trio noticed that they had stopped glowing, they slowly began to calm down. Looking out the window, Stephanie caught a glimpse of Amy, waving from her car in the driveway with a big grin on her face. She held up the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray with her other hand, waved once more, and drove away.

"Well, that was weird," Taylor said.

"Guys, I just saw Amy outside in her car with the ray! She was the one zapping us! Do either of you feel any different?" Stephanie asked, trying to figure out if any of her own thoughts seemed out of place.

"No, but doesn't the ray, like, make you not feel different?" Rachel asked quietly.

"Oh yeah, good point. Do either of you feel like doing any weird sex stuff?"

"No, but I feel like getting Amy back for messing with us like that!" Taylor said angrily.

Rachel pointed out that that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, since they were still locked in.

"Sam should be home any minute," Stephanie said, and they all sat down to wait in silence.

When Sam let them out a few minutes later, he asked them how they'd managed to lock themselves in the bedroom from the inside.

"Oh, Amy was just messing with us," Stephanie said, too embarrassed to tell Sam just how much Amy had messed with them.

"It's getting late; we should probably head out. Walk me home Rachel," Taylor commanded and headed toward the door.

"Ok," Rachel replied, blushing a bit and following Taylor outside.

"Stupid bitch. I wonder what she zapped us with," Taylor said, as they walked back to her place.

"I don't know. I suppose the only way to tell is to watch for any uncharacteristic behavior in each other. Even so, I don't think there's much we can do about it. We won't even know that we're acting differently," Rachel responded gloomily.

"Well, it's not going to affect me, whatever it is," Taylor said, confident that she was stronger than that stupid ray.

"I don't think we have any choice," Rachel responded with a resigned sigh.

"What's your problem Rachel? You're so passive all of a sudden. You're usually so confident."

"What about you? You've been nothing but bossy this afternoon!" Rachel retorted, before cowering and adding a high-pitched "I'm sorry!"

"No, you're right. I guess I have been a bit blunt. I just hate not feeling like I'm in complete control, you know?"

"I guess," Rachel said, a bit awed by Taylor's new assertiveness. "It really doesn't bother me that much."

At that moment, they found themselves standing outside Taylor's apartment. As they prepared to part ways, they looked into each other's eyes and suddenly realized that they didn't want to say goodbye quite yet.

"Hey Rachel, come inside for a bit!" Taylor commanded, her cheeks reddening.

"O-okay," Rachel said, her own face flushing only partially from embarrassment, as she lowered her eyes and meekly followed Taylor up the stairs.

Back at Stephanie's place, things were getting hot and heavy between her and Sam.

"Hey Sam, let's try something new tonight," Stephanie suggested, grabbing their lube out of the bedside table.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Um... you know how you've always wanted to try fucking my ass? Well, I think we should go for it. It just seems like so much fun!"

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, Sam quickly lubed himself up and slowly thrust deep into her virgin asshole.

"Oh God..." Stephanie moaned, savoring the feeling of having her ass full of cock, as Sam eagerly began sliding himself in and out of her rectum. It wasn't long before his cock overstimulated itself inside her tight sphincter, and he began pumping spurt after spurt of cum into her butt as Stephanie rode out her own orgasm.

"Wow babe, that was great!" Sam exclaimed, falling back and gasping for breath.

Yes it was! Stephanie thought with a satisfied grin, enjoying the new sensation of Sam's warm cum leaking out of her ass. She made a mental note to research buttplugs the next day.

"I'm surprised you suggested that. You've never seemed to want to try it before."

"Yeah, I don't know why I was never up for it. It was so hot, and I felt so full... I think I'll definitely want to add this to our regular routine."

"Sounds good to me!"

A few days later the three friends met up at Stephanie's house again to try to figure out what had been done to them. Stephanie noticed that Taylor and Rachel were holding hands, but didn't think too much of it at first.

Rachel suggested that they talk about all of the sexual experiences they had had since being zapped, so that the others could see if anything seemed out of the ordinary. Stephanie began, and told them about all of the anal play she had enjoyed with Sam in the past few days. Taylor and Rachel's eyes widened at the details, and once Stephanie had finished they began to giggle uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?"

Taylor tried to compose herself. "Stephanie, I hate to tell you this, but Amy made you like butt stuff," she managed to stammer, before throwing her head back in laughter again.

As the two girls finally calmed themselves down, Taylor leaned over and kissed Rachel full on the lips.

Stephanie was aghast. "Wait, what the fuck? Are you two lesbians now? Amy turned you into lesbians!"

"What are you talking about?" Taylor asked. "Yes we're together now, but we've always been interested in women. This has nothing to do with Amy or that stupid ray!"

"You definitely weren't lesbians before - you both just broke up with your boyfriends!"

"Oh yeah. That was more of a fluke though. I definitely prefer women."

"Me too," Rachel agreed quietly.

"Do you want us to tone down the PDA?" Taylor asked.

"Nah, go ahead. Besides, it's kinda fun to watch," Stephanie replied, sitting down on the sofa and sliding a hand into her pants.

"Wait, what the fuck? You're want to masturbate to the two of us making out?" Taylor asked indignantly.

"Yeah, why not?"

"It's weird, that's why not! Stephanie, Amy turned you into some sort of voyeur or something!"

"What? No way! It's perfectly natural to get turned on watching other people have sex! Haven't you guys ever heard of porn?" Stephanie asked, convinced that her two friends had gone entirely insane.

"It's weird to get off watching your best friends make out with each other, especially when you're not a lesbian yourself!"

"Whatever," Stephanie said, and after spending a few minutes in awkward silence, Taylor and Rachel left.

Two weeks later, the three girls had mostly figured out what had been done to each of them, and were starting to get used to their friends' new quirks. They had all finally accepted that their new desires had been artificially induced, though they still felt like their behavior was perfectly natural. Each girl was just glad that her own compulsions were relatively normal, and that she hadn't been forced to like anything weird like the other two had.

Taylor was annoyed by Rachel's submissiveness, but that just increased her own desire to ruthlessly dominate her. In turn, Rachel wasn't always a fan of Taylor's domineering attitude, but it made her pussy so wet that she couldn't help but do everything Taylor asked, knowing that she would be rewarded with the rough treatment she craved as a result. Rachel and Taylor were both annoyed by Stephanie's hand drifting down toward her crotch every time they showed any affection in front of her, but they loved their friend and knew that she wasn't doing it by choice.

The three girls decided that the time had come to confront Amy about what she had done, so they piled into Stephanie's car and drove over together.

Amy met them at the door. "Hey guys, come on in! And show me your tits while you're at it!" she commanded pointedly.

Excited for the opportunity to put their bodies on display, the three girls eagerly pulled their shirts and bras up and shook their perky titties at her. Amy enjoyed the view for a second, and they pulled their shirts back down.

"What was that all about? You're the one that didn't want to flash anyone until we zapped some common sense into you," Stephanie said.

"Yeah, Amy! Show us your tits!" Taylor ordered.

Amy was suddenly seized with a welcome urge to playfully flash her own boobs at her friends, but she fought to hold off for the time being, because she wasn't finished with them yet. It was so hard though - it would feel so good to just pull her shirt up and release her breasts from the confines of her stuffy bra for all to see.

Amy kept her arms firmly by her sides as she gave her next command, knowing that the next time she moved them it would be to flash her tits. "Now let me see those pussies, but from behind! Really show them off!" The girls immediately turned around, pulled their pants down, and bent over, revealing the tight slits peeking out from between their thighs. They each played with themselves for a bit, before spreading their lips wide to show off their silky depths.

"Actually, strip completely naked! I want you to flash your whole bodies for me," Amy ordered, feeling her own irresistible compulsion to join them growing stronger. The ray's power over her mind was absolute, thanks to Stephanie's reckless decision to zap her, and Amy knew that she was ultimately helpless to resist. Her body begged to be shown off, and she felt more and more ridiculous for trying to deny such a natural impulse in the first place.

But first, she enjoyed watching the girls enthusiastically peel their clothes off and dance seductively for her for a few seconds, before she finally embraced her own urge to strip and joined them. She reveled in the addictive sensation of revealing her body, and couldn't help but wiggle her tits at her friends in glee, as Taylor and Rachel watched with increased interest.

Now that their programming was satisfied, the four friends felt their compulsion subside.

"Ok great, now we're all naked. Since we're not really 'flashing' anymore, can we put our clothes back on?" Taylor complained angrily.

Amy ignored her. "Hey Rachel, come over here and eat me out," she commanded, laying back on the couch.

"Sure!" Rachel squealed with delight, and dove between Amy's legs, attacking her tempting pussy with her tongue.

"Rachel, what the hell? We're exclusive!" Taylor yelled.

"What? I'm just going down on her. It doesn't mean anything, and she tastes so good!"

"Taylor, go grab the dildo from my nightstand and fuck Rachel with it," Amy ordered, writhing in pleasure as Rachel's talented tongue took her to new heights. Amy wasn't gay, but whatever Rachel was doing down there felt fantastic.

"Ooh, great idea!" Taylor said, and ran off, suddenly much more interested in pounding Rachel's pussy than wondering about her weird interest in going down on Amy.

Stephanie stayed silent, and enjoyed her view from the recliner, working the fingers of her right hand in and out of her pussy while her left hand teased around the small plug filling her sensitive asshole.

Eventually the three girls' calmed down, having temporarily satisfied their cravings, but not before Rachel's tongue had driven Amy to a couple of intense orgasms. After cleaning up and getting dressed they finally began to confront Amy about the device, but mostly for their friends' sake, since each girl was perfectly comfortable with her own new desires.

"So how do we change back?" Stephanie asked.

"You can't. It's permanent. I'm stuck showing off my boobs forever," Amy said, as the thought of showing off their boobs triggered the fetish for the four of them once more.

"Well good, you were weirdly prudish before," Taylor said, jiggling her tits at her.

"You do realize that you only think that because I gave you all the 'Flash' fetish as well, right?" Amy responded with a grin, shaking her tits in return as she enjoyed being ogled by Taylor and Rachel.

"Oh, so that's why you made us all flash when we came in," Rachel piped up, cupping her own small tits. "I thought you were acting weird, especially when you told us to show you our pussies," she continued, inadvertently triggering that behavior in each of them as well, though of course nobody noticed.

"Wait, you mean they're stuck as lesbians forever?" Stephanie asked, spreading her pussy for the others to see and glad that the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray had left her practically unaffected, especially compared to Rachel and Taylor and the hungry way they were eyeing her vag.

"What does that mean?" Taylor demanded, pulling her fingers out of her pussy as her compulsion subsided. "Needing a cock in your ass and creepily asking to watch us fuck is much worse than a new orientation, especially now that we've found the perfect partner. Kiss me, Rachel!"

"Yes ma'am," Rachel said demurely as she leaved over to make out with her lover, flushed with arousal at being ordered around.

They just think that because of the ray's effects, Stephanie thought, sliding her hand into her pants as the prospect of watching Rachel and Taylor make out began to turn her on. And both of my "fetishes" are something I would probably have been into anyway, if I'd ever thought about it. It's weird that Amy had to use the ray on me at all, she thought, still half convinced that the others were messing with her.

Amy was relaxing on the couch this whole time, enjoying the results of her handiwork. As she watched her friends obey the compulsions she had programmed them with, she experienced a feeling of validation, not only because she had gotten her well deserved revenge, but also because of how well things had worked out in the end. Rachel and Taylor were finally happy together after their painful histories, and Stephanie... well, Stephanie was probably developing a "deeper" relationship with her husband. In fact, the only thing that would make it better was...

Amy got up and ran into her bedroom to grab the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray. When she came back, her friends had stopped what they were doing and were staring at her in horror.

"Don't worry! I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to! Taylor and Rachel, how would you feel about being programmed to like being watched?"

"I dunno Amy. That seems pretty weird, and I don't know how Rachel would feel about it."

Rachel looked up at her and said, "Whatever you want is fine with me."

"Well, I could just zap you, and you wouldn't have a choice," Amy retorted, aiming the ray at them.

"Fine! Stephanie is our friend, even if she's a creeper now, and this will probably make her happy. Go ahead." Taylor and Rachel began to glow one final time, as Stephanie eagerly looked on.

"Well, are you going to zap us?" Taylor demanded.

"Don't worry about it. I changed my mind. You two can go back to making out," Amy said with a smile on her face.

"Whatever." Taylor needed no further encouragement and stuck her tongue back into Rachel's mouth, making sure Amy and Stephanie had a clear view of what was going on. As Stephanie went back to her masturbation, Taylor and Rachel began to exaggerate their antics for her benefit, clearly getting off on having an audience.

Amy stopped them before they got too far, since Brian would be home soon. As they dressed, Taylor and Stephanie made plans for the three of them to "hang out" the next evening. Stephanie was also secretly planning to borrow the ray again, to guarantee that Sam would want to participate in her sessions with Taylor and Rachel. Those two, meanwhile, began discussing the lucrative opportunities of becoming camgirls as they walked out to their car.

"Oh, by the way. Stephanie has one more fetish that she doesn't know about yet." Amy called after them.

"Wait, what is it?" Stephanie asked, turning around in the driveway.

"You'll find out if you and Sam ever decide to have kids," Amy responded enigmatically, and closed the door.

"Well, that's finally over," Amy said, after filling Brian in on the events of the day.

"All's well that ends well, I guess," Brian said. "What did you do with the F.E.T.I.S.H. ray?"

"I put it in the attic, just in case we ever want to have some fun with it in the future."

"Good idea," Brian replied, a few interesting possibilities already floating around in his head. "Hey babe, how about a titfuck, and then I'll eat you out so hard your mother will feel it."

"Sounds good to me!" Amy said, stripping off her shirt and wrapping her tits around her wonderful boyfriend's massive cock.