You decide to ignore her orders. Even if Aly is as powerful as she's been making herself out to be, you know her well enough that you sincerely doubt she'll actually hurt you. She's been rocking that "holier-than-thou" attitude for years now; as far as you're concerned, this really isn't much of a change at all. Still, you feel that you could use a secondary perspective on this whole situation.
That said, your options are rather limited at the moment. School will start any minute now, meaning that you'll have to invite someone who's willing to both ditch their classes and believe the outlandish tale you're going to tell. With those two conditions there's only one person you know that satisfies each. She's the last person in the world you'd ever want to invite to your place alone, but with no other options, there's not much you can do. With great regret you pull out your phone and begin typing the message.
"Sarah, could you swing by my place for a bit? I need someone to talk to about Aly. Thanks," you type. Not a minute passes before your text tone starts beeping.
"Sure adam i'll b there soon bby," her reply reads, broken English and all. Bracing yourself for the worst, you collapse onto the comfy living room couch and await your ex's arrival.
The loud, familiar roar of Sarah's sports car tears through the closed windows followed a few moments later by a light rapping on the door. You rise from the couch, walk over to the door, and gaze through the peep-hole. On the other-side is indeed Sarah, clad in a thin, too-tight tank top. The hem line is low enough that you can see a good portion of her pink brassiere. It's of the push-up variety, making her already large breasts look even more massive thanks to the depth of her cleavage. Moments like these make you regret breaking up with her, if only slightly.
Finished checking her out, you pull the oak door open. Sarah springs into action the second she gets sight of you, hopping through the small gap and wrapping her arms tightly around your waist. She wastes no time in pressing her soft chest into yours, forcing out a blush. You feel your cock start to harden and have to stop yourself from reciprocating her sensual hug. Instead, you wiggle your way out of her grip.
"Aw, what's wrong? Can't I just get a hug?" she asks disappointed.
"Not that kind of hug. Not anymore. We're still broken up, got it?" you reply.
"Ah, fine... So, what did ya want to talk about exactly? Something to do with Aly?"
"Right, come over to the couch, I'll explain there."
The two of you take your seats and you begin to explain everything that happened this morning. The telekinetic glasses, the sense void, and all the other relevant information is relayed to Sarah. Judging by her face, you can tell that's she's extremely skeptical. Which is probably the best you can hope for in this situation.
"A goddess?" she questions, "I don't know, Adam, that sounds a bit...crazy."
"I know, but it's true, I swear," you say as your voice begins to crack.
For some reason, it seems your throat has gotten exceptionally dry. It's as if all the moisture in your throat has disappeared in an instant. With a wave of your hand you excuse yourself from the room and enter the kitchen. A conveniently placed glass of water on the counter quickly soothes the pain and allows you to return to your guest. However, as you enter the room, you discover that things are not as they were.
Sitting on the couch is not Sarah. In her place sits Aly, decked out with an annoyed scowl.
"Aly, what're you doing back?"
"I needed to ask you something. Adam, why did you think it was a good idea to tell Sarah my secret?"
"W-well, I..." you stutter out.
"You were right, you know. I wouldn't really do anything to harm you. Even if you are my slave, I do still care about you. Sarah, on the other hand..." she trails off as she extends her right palm. Sitting in its center is Sarah, nude and miniaturized to what can be only an inch tall. Her body lies limp.
"Sarah! Aly, what did you do to her?!"
"Oh, calm down. She's not dead or anything. I just shrunk her and placed her consciousness into this," she says as her other hand tosses the same pink bra Sarah was wearing towards your face. It falls short but you swipe it out of the air before it hits the ground.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Well, like I said, you're not gonna be hurt, but Sarah's free game. And since she knows my secret, I'll have to deal with her."
You watch nervously as she brings the limp body of your ex...
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