Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and

NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, i****t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty. Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests. ------------------------------ Jake uploaded all his work and went to lunch early. He couldn’t help it; he felt like a k** with a new toy on a school day. He just couldn’t wait to get out there and play with it! He rode the elevator down a couple floors to his building’s food court. It wasn’t very busy yet, so he had no trouble getting some fast food and a seat. He sat and ate a burger, thinking about what sort of thing he might use his new power for. Because that was what it was, after all. Of course, he thought, something like this ought to benefit the world. He could use it to stop crimes! He’d just have to find some. He’d never seen a crime in progress. Maybe if he found out what time and place statistically the most crimes happen, froze everything, and systematically walked every street and alley he’d go crazy and kill himself no that’s a bad plan. He contemplated the “rewind” button on the remote, but decided that until he knew a lot more about how it worked he didn’t want to risk anything that drastic. Stopping time was one thing, but reversing it and ...

... stopping something from happening before it happened and he heard about it to know to go back and change it was a little too bold for him. He could use it to make money easily enough. Not even necessarily with theft... he could cheat at games of chance, or become a famous illusionist, or something, and then donate funds to charities… Of course, he had literally all the time in the world for that. Right now, his attention was drawn by one of the most annoying sounds in the world: a flock of snobbish white girls. They were laughing loudly as they walked into the seating area - walking in formation, of course, to take up the most possible space - but what really drew his attention was when they all got quiet for a moment. He glanced over at what they were looking at. It was an elderly man trying to move his tray and walker over to a table. “Oh my gawd,” one of the girls - they couldn’t have been older than nineteen - said quietly. “If I ever get that old, just put a brick through my skull.” Her three friends all laughed. Jake sighed and stood, walking over to the old guy and offering a hand. He was returning to his seat and food when the same girl - apparently the ringleader - muttered “loser”, just loud enough that he heard it. They all giggled, walking over to a smoothie shop to berate the poor wage slave working the till with questions and demands. That was two strikes, and when Jake heard one of them ask about Gluten in a condescending tone, he decided the Gods were clearly ...