For weeks now she had watched him struggle in vain to beat her in any of their favorite video games. It had gotten so ridiculous that they had even tried out some sports games in a futile effort to break his loosing streak. Tired of embarrassing him each and every time she had suggested a little wager before every game-night to motivate him. The stakes had steadily grown every time but instead of winning even once he’d had to part with some of his most prized possessions.
Tonight in a very desperate move she had offered a final deal. They would play three games of three different genres, all of his choice, and the winner of each round could ask the other for literally anything they wanted. Now that the first game was finished she couldn’t decide what surprised her more. The fact that he had chosen not only the genre in which he had never had a chance against her even before his bad luck had started, but most importantly her favorite game of all time. That he had won without seemingly even really trying (To be perfectly honest the way her body had been begging for attention lately and the distracting memory of the view she got earlier of his bulge through his badly aimed webcam might have factored in a little bit though). Or that he had asked for what may have been the dullest prize of all time.
After the shock of her loss had settled down she was just about to give him the racy cam-show she had expected (and kind of hoped) he would demand, but instead he had told her to please read the document he had just sent her and to give him a completely blunt review of its content. He said it was his scientific paper on his research but to her it seemed more like a bad joke. The title alone, “Physical manipulation via alteration of brain wave patterns”, sounded like it came right out of a bad sci-fi novel. Even worse than the title was the job he had done on the formatting though. He hadn’t even managed to get two words in a row to fit together in either font, size or color. And the watermark was so distracting that you could hardly focus on the few words that were in a more or less readable font.
Despite all of that the content was the worst though. He actually claimed that over the last few months he had been successfully transforming Patient 0’s body and described his progress in every minute detail. It was a fun read if you forgot his pretense of it being actual research and just enjoyed it as the fabrication of his more or less creative mind, at least if you wouldn’t have had to reread every single paragraph multiple times to decipher the writing.
She would have had to waste the rest of the night working through the pages, especially the way she was zoning out, daydreaming every few sentences what she would rather be doing right now, sometimes barely refraining from touching herself since he could see her arms on the other end of their video-chat. It didn’t really help to calm her down to be constantly reminded who was watching her in her helpless arousal.
Unable to bare it any longer she quickly flipped through the last pages, pretending to read them while actually rehearsing what she’d say and after making final adjustments to her top to best show off her goods and better bring the point across, she nervously blurted out “How about we take a little break before the next round, maybe with a little more mature kind of 1 on 1?”
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Some time ago I promised to write a reward caption for my contest’s winner, anonymous, who has started her own marvelous blog as talesforsluts since then.
Her simple demand was “If it’s possible, what I’d most like to see would be a geeky girl being changed but still keeping her geekiness, if that’s possible?“ and I’m incredibly sorry that it took me so long.
