Magnus inspected the cootie catcher with healthy skepticism; It didn't seem like the type of device he imagined could alter reality.
The paper felt very soft yet unbreakable, like the material of security envelopes, except it was deceptively heavy for something supposedly made of folded paper.
“What are you?” All 22-feet of thick Nordic beef peered into the tiny paper chronivac, alternating opening and closing with each syllable before opening the final paper tab for his answer.
>>> AN ORIGAMI COOTIE CATCHER
Magnus squinted his brilliant blue eyes. Was this thing being sassy with him?
“You don't look like what I think a magic reality altering device should look like?”
>>> MY INTERFACE IS OPTIMIZED FOR INTUITIVE AND FUNCTIONAL USE BASED ON THE CURRENT USER BY ALTERING REALITY. MY INTERFACE CALIBRATED FOR YOUR UNIQUE NEEDS WHEN YOU PICKED ME UP.
Magnus had a flashback to when he retrieved the device from professor Pascal. A surreal moment where he experienced the chronivac existing as a paper origami charm, beige computer console, cell phone, tablet...
His phone vibrated loudly, pulling him back from the bizarre memory. A message from their group slave chat flashed on screen.
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Marcus: hey! Master’s class is almost over. Patrick: We've got reservations tonight, try not to be late Mr Alpha Bear! 😘🍑👋💥
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Magnus whimpered, interpreting the emoji as a playful smack across his rump. His thick, blond, furry rump was still warm from his earlier punishment.
“Can't be late,” Magnus whispered to himself, his heavy set muscles and ball gut bouncing with each step as he left compsci.
At 22-feet-tall with a cock that reached the ground, Magnus was used to living like a redhead. This meant most buildings weren't accessible to him, like the quad cafeteria.
“Hmm, someone lost their frisbee,” Magnus thought aloud, looking down at the chest-high cafeteria rooftop.
As he stepped back from the cafeteria, Magnus caught his bulky reflection in the windows of the building. He rarely saw himself, there were few mirrors big enough, even here he had to crouch down to see his face.
His platinum blond hair was already damp with sweat from his walk, clinging to his face and obscuring his bright blue eyes. Magnus didn't bother to brush his bangs aside; the only person he allowed himself to make eye contact with was his Master.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
A few students took advantage of the distracted bull, running up and slapping Magnus’ beefy exposed rump. He whimpered and staggered forward, bracing himself against the building, inching rapidly larger, thicker, broader. By the time he finished growing, Magnus was laying across the roof of the building.
“Huff…” he sighed, watching the students laughing as they ran off. “I'll never live that punishment down.” Carefully lifting himself off the building, feeling his school bus sized cock peel off the glass side of the cafeteria. He could hear the hushed voices of students inside.
“What a uselessly large cock.”
“His Master must be so embarrassed.”
“I heard he's banned from the relief rooms.”
Magnus’ reflection was blurred from the imprint of his dick, and in a moment all he could see were his flaws: Too big here, too small there, not submissive enough, too clumsy, too young...he ran off, doing his best to hide by sitting in the parking lot. His cock took up the entire fire lane while his balls looked like mini vans.
“Ugh! What does someone as incredible and perfect as Master Dan see in a giant like me?” As if it was trying to respond, Magnus felt the paper cootie catcher shift in his hand, practically begging to be used.
Magnus could be the perfect pup to his Master Dan. But he didn't even know where to begin. Should he be more focused like Patrick? Or maybe his Master wanted a less clumsy pup like Marcus?
“Hi, uh, Sir Chronivac?” he asked cautiously, unsure if it was still working.
>>> HI, MAGNUS. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHANGE ABOUT YOUR REALITY?
Magnus did a quick sweep of the parking lot to ensure he was alone.
“I want to be the perfect pup for my Master! I want to always be the biggest, most submissive, most loving, most obsessed slave he could ever want--” Magnus was tearing up pouring his heart out “--I want to grow to always surpass his expectations and make him the happiest Master ever!”
He caught himself panting, so worked up with submission that his cock had pushed a car into the next parking spot. If he weren't so turned on he might've thought about the possible consequences of what he'd just asked for.
>>> DONE. ENJOY DINNER TONIGHT…