After that eventful afternoon, Chuck had worked up a bit of an appetite. He went to his kitchen and rummaged in the fridge. Finding nothing really worth eating, he grabbed a beer and thought about ordering a pizza.
Searching for a pizza place on the same device he used to alter the fabric of reality felt strange. Chuck didn't consider it. He was going to get what he wanted.
Chuck dialed up Pallermo's Pizza and placed his order, a large meat lovers pizza for delivery. As he sat there drinking his beer, he got a knock on the door.
Chuck looked at the clock, there was no way the pizza was already here. It'd only been 10 minutes or about half a beer since he'd ordered.
The knocking continued, growing in intensity. Groaning, Chuck got off the couch and went to the door. Peering out the window he saw that the angry knocking was coming from their local HOA president.
Chuck lumbered back to his computer and typed one sentence: "Julian Andrews does exactly what I say." Chuck grabbed his beer and opened the door wide.
"Mr. Plunket, this is the final warning about your yard." Julian said, and angry tone in his voice. Chuck smiled. You give people just a little bit of power and they lose their minds.
"Come on, Julian, the Wilson boy mowed my lawn this morning." Chuck said with a grin.
"Your bushes are out of control!" Julian said without stopping.
"Come on inside and we can talk this over." Chuck said.
"No, just take this citation." Julian said but instead of handing over his letter from the Homeowners Association, Julian walked in.
Chuck followed behind him, shutting and locking the door.
Chuck gestured to the couch, "Have a seat," he commanded. Julian sat down on the couch, a perplexed look forming on his face.
"What's going on?" Julian said, a lilt of fear coming into his voice. "Nothing, you just won't move, scream, or do anything else until I tell you to." Chuck said.
Julian looked at him, eyes wide. He turned his head side to side and made a real effort to get up but he couldn't. He tried to scream but he couldn't. "How are you doing this?"
"I'll tell you in a minute." Chuck said, but first, let's see what you're working with.
Chuck bent down in front of Julian and undid the belt that was around the seated man's waist. Then, with a bit of effort, Chuck yanked down the man's khaki slacks until the pooled around his ankles.
"Please stop" Julian said. His formerly loud voice turning into a bit of a whimper.
"Huh, Briefs guy. I would have put my money on boxers." Chuck said in a matter of fact tone as he got up and went to his kitchen. He rummaged around in his junk drawer and came back with some scissors.
"What are you going to do to me?" Julian asked.
"Well, I haven't been happy with you as the HOA president so I'm going to make you serve me." Chuck said plainly.
"Serve you, I'm not going to serve you. I have a job and a family. Who do you think you are?" Julian said.
"You'll see." Chuck said as he used the scissors to cut off the man's briefs.
Julian sat there. Embarrassed he was exposed in front of his slob of a neighbor and he couldn't do anything about it. His body wouldn't move to even cover himself up.
"Just three inches. No wonder you get off on bossing people around." Chuck said with a smirk. "I think I want you to know exactly what I'm doing."
Chuck went over to the computer and typed some stuff. "You see, this computer can make changes. I can change fundamental things about the world or I can change little things." Chuck smiled and pressed enter.
Julian felt a warmth in his crotch and looking down, he noticed that his dick was growing. Not getting hard, just growing in size from a diminutive three inches to a whopping nine. Its head had doubled in circumference. He felt a strange sensation as his foreskin grew back over the bulbous head. Julian shifted his legs apart to make room for an expanded pair of balls. Julian felt a strange tightness in his balls. Like he had when he had been a teenager and had a case of blue balls.