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INTRODUCTION :
Hello to you. In this story, our protagonist has been given a fantastic power. It is up to you to decide how, or why, but here is how it works.
When using the word “want” in a sentence, about someone, pronounced in front of them, that person will immediately want what was said. The desire will be immeasurable. That person will not just want it, they will need it, at any cost. It will be their newfound purpose. They will retain their original personality and skills, but they will from this point give absolute priority to what it is they now want to do. Nothing else matters as much, and even the knowledge that the power has been used on them will be irrelevant to them unless it serves their new purpose. Achieving it will bring them intense satisfaction, but will not end the effects.
If the action can be achieved multiple times, or even continuously, they will do their best to do so, for as long as they can, or die trying. If the action can only be achieved once (For example : “You want to jump up and down three times”) they will be left with a total sense of emptiness after the satisfaction of achieving it, as they will feel they no longer have any purpose in life.
Once affected by the power, a person will never be able to get free from it. The only thing that can be done after that is giving them another goal, to replace the current or previous one. Any new purpose will replace the previous one.
Everyone being different, the way they will try to achieve their desire will always be different. Smart people might think long term, and be smart about it (for example taking care of themselves so they can do it in the long run) while stupid people might put themselves in unneeded and dangerous situations (Like collapsing because they forgot to drink/eat/sleep).
Anything they think can be done to improve their chances they will try, even if it means doing other related actions before completing their purpose.
The purposes can be as simple or as complex as the protagonist makes them.
PS : Please feel free to create your own story following these rules or creating a new branch from any chapter you'd like. I'd really like to see what you'd write with this.
I got dressed and walked down the street as Let had told me at the train station. I walked out of town until I came to the outskirts of the ranch. There was a wooden fence and a gate which read ‘Day-Sea ranch’. I needed to walk about a kilometer up a dirt road from the fence until I reached the farm’s buildings. As I approached, I saw a farmhouse. I noticed its age. It must have been built sometime during the 1800s. The farmhouse was on top of a hill, which made me a little tired after hauling...
I was laying on my bed listening to music when I looked out the window. Darkness had fallen over the ranch and I looked at the note Sybil had given me earlier. On it was an address she had written down for me. I remember her words: “Come to this address after dark.” I had been wondering what was waiting for me at this place. While I was examining the note I noticed a small marking on the bottom. It looked like a small scribble, it was a word: Ménage. I got out of bed and put my jacket on. I...
A few hours later I woke up. I could hear birds chirping and other animals from outside as a beautiful sunshine was shining into my small house. It was not the only beauty I could see. Jill’s head was lying on my chest and her arms across my stomach. She had a great smell and I brushed her hair with my hands. Last night was fantastic. First my visit to Ménage, then seeing Mrs. Day-Sea masturbate, and popping Jill’s cherry. I had her crying, moaning, grunting, screaming, and cumming in a...
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I opened the door to my cottage and took out the bundle of cash I had been given by Mr. Wayland. I rolled away the carpet on the floor and opened the hatch down to my personal safe. It was a brand new one that Mr. Wayland had given me as a present after I had finished the nursery. He claimed that he was forced to give me a place to protect my valuables and money that I had earned. I enjoyed the loud slam the safe made when I closed it shut. I sure did not want to get my toe stuck in-between the...
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After Jessie’s and Jill’s request to be more open with the family I began to notice a few chances around the farm. I noticed how lightly the girls had begun to dress. They would walk around the house in light clothing which revealed a lot of their beautiful skin. Obviously trying to catch my attention, I think it excited them to prance around the house trying to impress a boy, and it certainly excited me! Those occasions usually turned out to them unzipping my pants and playing with me. They...
The faucet poured water into my hands which I splashed onto my face. It was a fresh feeling, having just woken up. I stood only in my boxer briefs and a t-shit and felt like I was at home. I was standing in the new bathroom which I had just finished the day before. The girls loved it and I felt great to be able to make them happy in another way, other than tantalizing them with my cock. I stepped out and walked to the kitchen for breakfast.Jill was standing by the stove preparing tea and I gave...
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I was laying on my bed listening to music when I looked out the window. Darkness had fallen over the ranch and I looked at the note Sybil had given me earlier. On it was an address she had written down for me. I remember her words: “Come to this address after dark.” I had been wondering what was waiting for me at this place. While I was examining the note I noticed a small marking on the bottom. It looked like a small scribble, it was a word: Ménage.I got out of bed and put my jacket on. I...
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