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POLL WINNER: Memory Alteration (Chapter 6)
🕑 Added 2022-04-05 19:59:49 +0000 UTCChapter 1: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Adam-Marcus%2C-struggling-high-school-senior.955832
Chapter 5: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Corruption.1065812
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Mom and I stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Even if I hadn’t just been rooting inside her memories, I’d have known that something changed between us.
I didn’t think she’d ever paid this much attention to me before at any point since my father died.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I said, playing in to the fact that I’d completely erased her memories of our earlier conversation. It’d been ugly and I was glad to be rid of it in her mind.
“Well,” she started, but whatever she was going to say was interrupted when something shattered elsewhere in the apartment.
Sarah Marcus blinked. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly.
“The kitchen,” she said, and walked past me and opened her bedroom door, storming out into the hallway.
Uh-oh. I hoped MJ was okay.
I followed after Sarah towards the kitchen. When I arrived there, I saw her glaring at MJ as she grasped a brush in one hand and a dust pan in the other. The white tiled floor was covered in glass shards and a small puddle of water.
“Mrs. Marcus,” MJ’s face was flushed. She seemed genuinely embarrassed. “I was pouring myself a glass of water and it kind of slipped out of my hands. I’m really sorry about that. I’ll clean it up real fast, don’t worry.”
I met her emerald gaze and gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. She smiled back at me before glancing at Sarah.
My mother crossed her arms.
“Do you want some help down there, MJ?”
MJ blushed and seemed to redouble her efforts to clean the kitchen floor.
“No, I’ve got it. You should just go relax, Mrs. Marcus.”
Sarah nodded at her before turning to face me. Something glimmered in her blue eyes. Was it approval?
I was about to ask her how she felt about MJ now, but the doorbell chimed. It was a hollow, metallic sound. It’d been that way the entire time I’d lived in this apartment. Dad had always harped on wanting to get it fixed.
“Hm. I didn’t expect Misty to get here so early,” Sarah mused. She left the kitchen to walk to the front door, leaving MJ and I alone.
So Misty was here. I wonder what made her speed up her timetable today. My stomach growled lowly. Huh. At least I was hungry enough to eat now.
I heard the front door squeak open before closing. The sound of two women’s voices drifted into the kitchen, but they were quiet enough that I wasn’t able to make out any words beyond “nice to see you.” I didn’t hear any footsteps. Maybe Sarah wanted to give MJ more time to clean up the kitchen before Misty came in. Speaking of which, I should probably have started helping MJ.
The buxom redhead continued cleaning the glass. She was crouched down, accentuating her toned thighs in her tight jeans. Her low-cut blouse exposed even more cleavage from this angle, and I couldn’t help but stare at her.
Her beautiful emerald eyes met mine.
“What you looking at?” she said softly.
“A beautiful woman,” I walked towards her, taking care not to step on any of the glass shards. I grabbed a sponge from the sink. “Here, let me help you.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” she scooted over slightly to give me room.
“But I want to,” I said, and used the sponge to start pushing the clear shards of glass into a pile which MJ would then scoop up and dump in the nearby trash can.
MJ hummed appreciatively, grateful to not have to work alone despite being entirely willing to.
“Thanks, Adam,” my girlfriend said, and oh how amazing it was to be able to finally call her that. She nudged me with her elbow and planted a kiss on my cheek.
I felt my face heat up slightly as I grinned like an idiot.
Two sets of footsteps echoed through the hallway and within moments Sarah entered the kitchen with Misty in tow. Misty held two large white paper bags of what looked like takeout. The smell of cooked pork and rice wafted into my nostrils. My mouth watered slightly.
Misty Knight was an African-American woman in her early thirties. Her curly black hair went down to her shoulders. She had light brown eyes, a cute nose, and plump lips that could smile or sneer and she’d still look beautiful. She wore a dark red jacket over a tight, low-cut brown blouse that exposed her generous dark cleavage. My gaze flicked to her large breasts for but a moment before continuing downward. She wore a pair of dark denim pants that hugged her wide, childbearing hips and thick thighs.
I gulped. Damn, Misty looked good. I tried to avoid looking at her like that because she’d done so much for me in the wake of my father’s death, but I couldn’t help myself. Worse, an unsavory thought drifted through my mind. I could have Misty if I wanted. It didn’t matter what we were to each other. I could easily rewrite her memories so she saw herself as my girlfriend just like MJ is. Or maybe I could turn her into my personal sex-pet who saw herself as nothing but a set of holes to get me off.
I shook my head. No. I wasn’t going to betray the trust Misty had for me. I couldn’t just brainwash her into being my slave because I found her attractive. I couldn’t, could I?
“Hey Misty,” I stood.
“Adam! I missed you,” she smiled brightly, setting the paper bags down on the kitchen table. She walked over and enveloped me in a tight hug. I tried to ignore how amazing her huge, soft breasts felt against my chest. She broke the hug a few moments later to look me in the eye, her hands playfully squeezing my arms. “How are you?”
“I’m good, thanks. I thought you weren’t going to be here for a few hours. I guess we’re in for an early dinner.”
“Sorry about that. Something came up that I couldn’t postpone, so I figured I’d come over early instead of canceling.”
“I definitely prefer you coming over early to you not coming at all. Thanks for bringing dinner.”
“No problem,” Misty nodded. Her eyes flicked over to MJ. She paused for a moment before her smile widened. “And you must be Adam’s girlfriend. Sarah told me a little about you when I got here.”
MJ smiled back at Misty, apparently taking a liking to the woman almost immediately. She finished scooping up the last bit of glass from the floor before dunking it in the garbage. She set the dust pan and the brush on the counter.
“Yeah, that’s me. I’m Mary Jane Watson, but you can call me MJ. It’s nice to finally put a face to the woman Adam always spoke so highly of.”
Misty chuckled. The movement caused her breasts to jiggle slightly. Fuck. Stop looking at her. Stop looking at her. Stop looking at her. She shifted her stance slightly and crossed her arms, pushing her tits upwards and exposing more skin.
“I like you, MJ. It’s nice to see Adam’s found himself such a nice girl. And a pretty one, too,” she said. “So how’d you two meet?”
Sarah moved into the kitchen and grabbed four plates, setting them down on the table. I decided I’d help her and grabbed glasses and some silverwear. I set the table as MJ happily regaled Misty of the edited tale of our longtime friendship and newfound relationship.
Misty smiled and nodded along, asking questions when she had them. She had no idea that practically every word out of MJ’s mouth was a product of false memories implanted and edited by myself. It felt almost surreal hearing her talk about how I’d been there for her over the past few months when no one else was. It felt even more so to have Misty believe her, accepting MJ’s altered reality as fact.
It was then that I knew that my power wasn’t just to alter people’s memories because any changes I made to a person did not exist in a vacuum. The power would always end up influencing the world beyond that. The changes I had made to MJ’s memories would influence everything she said, thought, felt, or did for the rest of her life. Could she really be the same person now as she was this morning, or had my alterations to her mind warped her into someone new? Misty wouldn’t know the difference, but people in school would, particularly MJ’s friends and especially her boyfriend Peter Parker. I didn’t know what I was going to do about him. On one hand, I respected his work as Spider-Man and that he tutored me. People like him kept the city safe. On the other hand, I’d basically brainwashed his girlfriend and fucked her on the same day. No matter what I wanted to call what I’d done to her, the simple inescapable truth was that I had already crossed the point of no return. That technically made me a supervillain. I doubted Peter would go easy on me if he knew what I’d done. I could erase the changes I'd made in MJ's mind along with any knowledge Mom or Misty had of her, but the idea was too painful to seriously consider.
I’d have to do something before Peter and MJ spoke again. Something that would either prevent him from realizing the truth or make him disinterested in it.
I didn’t know if my powers would work on him, or if there would be any sort of hiccup that would come up because of some interaction with his powers. I glanced at MJ as she chatted with Misty. MJ was but a puppet, but not one I could easily control in real time, especially not if we were separated. For a moment I wondered if I hadn’t gone far enough in cementing my control over her mind.
“Adam, are you alright?” Mom said from my side. “You looked like you were somewhere else for a minute.”
I shrugged.
“I’m fine. I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have MJ, that’s all.”
Sarah smiled thinly. I could tell she wanted to say something more, but her blue eyes flicked over to MJ and Misty.
“Hey. Are you all ready to eat?” she said.
Misty and MJ stopped talking for a moment to glance at Sarah.
“Yeah. I think I could eat,” MJ walked to the kitchen table, grabbing my hand as she did so. She sat down, gently guiding me down to sit next to her. She moved my hand down and rested it on her thigh. I squeezed. She smiled and continued, “You got Chinese, right?”
“That’s right,” Misty sat down across from her and opened the bags. They crinkled as she looked inside them.
“Hm. Let’s see… I got pork ribs, fried rice, dumplings, and soup. I ordered enough for three since I didn’t know MJ was going to be here. Sorry.”
Mary Jane waved her off.
“It’s no big deal. I’m not that hungry, anyway.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You can have some of my food if you want.”
MJ lightly massaged the hand I had on her thigh. She seemed to really enjoy being close to me.
“I can?” she licked her lower lip.
“Mhm,” I hummed and gave her thigh another squeeze. “I can always make something later if what Misty got isn’t enough.”
MJ chuckled.
“What is it?” I said.
“Nothing. It’s just that now I’m hoping Misty didn’t get enough food. I kind of want to taste your cooking.”
I laughed. It was so easy talking to her.
“I’ll make something tonight then. For now, Misty, why don’t you get the food out?”
The dark-skinned woman shared a look with Sarah. Both women were smiling at us.
“What?” I asked.
Misty chuckled.
“You’re sweet,” she said. “I wish Gre – your father could see the two of you now. I think he’d be proud of you.”
I tried not to think about how utterly disgusted my father would be if he actually knew what I’d done. MJ sidling up against me to kiss my cheek again made it slightly less difficult to bury those thoughts.
“Thanks, Misty.”
She smiled back and began retrieving the food from the bags. It looked like were just a little bit short of a full meal for all four of us. I let MJ have a couple of my ribs and half of my rice. She tried to say no, but I wouldn’t have it.
For someone who’d only met my mom and Misty today, it seemed like she was already better at conversing with them than I ever was. Mom and Misty shared smiles with MJ, though Mom’s was more brittle than I would have liked. Through it all, I kept my hand on MJ’s thigh. I squeezed and massaged her down there while Misty and my mother sat oblivious across the table from us.
Inevitably, my eyes fell to Misty’s breasts again. They looked so big and soft. I wondered what size they were and how they’d look like naked. Again, I was tempted to fiddle with Misty’s mind to at least make it acceptable for me to look, but I clamped down on that urge as much as I could.
“Ahem,” Misty cleared her throat and I realized I’d been staring at her tits for too long. Her brown eyes stared intensely into mine. She raised an eyebrow, and I was suddenly reminded that this woman had contended with the worst criminals in New York on a regular basis.
“What’s wrong? Is the food alright?” my mother asked, glancing at Misty curiously.
“Nothing’s wrong, Sarah. I was just clearing my throat,” the voluptuous former cop said. She didn’t take her eyes off of mine, however.
My heart thudded heavily in my chest. This was a disaster! Misty was one of the few people I liked and who actually liked me back. I couldn’t stand the reproving look on her face. It reminded me of MJ when she’d caught me staring at her breasts.
I could wipe the memory away. I could do it now and no one sitting here would even notice. I gave MJ’s thigh a final squeeze before concentrating.
Darkness consumed the world around me.
I blinked and everything settled back to the way it was, except now I was sitting in Misty’s seat, peering through her eyes like some kind of parasite that had invaded her mind. Only I wasn’t seeing things in present tense. As far as I knew, time had no real meaning here beyond the age of the memories I inhabited.
I was comfortable here, in Misty’s mind. Nothing could hurt me here and I had all the power in the world. I’d felt her internal dialogue try to draw me in, but a mere thought sent Misty’s inner voice scurrying into a hasty retreat. I could still view or listen to it, but I’d only do so on my terms. I clenched my fist, reveling in my power here. The kitchen shuddered in response.
I wasn’t sure how long I could stay within a person’s mind. I’d spent what felt like days in MJ’s head sifting through her mind and essentially rewriting the story of her life. I’d done something similar to Sarah, but on a much smaller scale. I wondered if that was why the changes in her surface behavior weren’t nearly as pronounced as they were with MJ. I’d need to revisit Sarah’s mind soon to get a better sense of who she was and what made her tick.
I chuckled mentally. It figured that I’d know more about Misty and her personality than the woman who was supposed to raise me. Speaking of which, I decided to immediately have Misty forget that she’d ever seen me look at her breasts.
Breasts. Boobs. Tits. MJ had a great pair, but Misty’s were bigger. Fatter. I looked downward with Misty’s eyes and got an amazing look at her deep, dark cleavage.
No. Stop.
I rewound her memories until this morning. She’d just taken a shower and was stepping out into her bathroom. The mirror waa fogged up, but Misty helpfully reached a hand to clear it, giving me a view of her naked body for the first time. She still wore her prosthetic arm. She’d said the futuristic gunmetal gray Stark tech arm was completely waterproof, but I hadn’t expected her to take it into the shower with her. Whatever. It wasn’t important. What was important was that I was finally seeing Misty’s nude form, and she didn’t disappoint.
Her bare breasts stood out proudly from her chest. Water dripped down them slowly, and her nipples were hard from the cold. Lower, committed the sight of Misty’s toned stomach to detail. I glimpsed a scar or two there. At least one of them looked like it was from a bullet.
She began to move out of the mirror frame, so I rewound the memory again and paused it, just so I could stare at her. I spent a lot of time there memorizing every detail of Misty’s nude form. She was so hot. I’d always known that, of course, and had even had a little crush on her when I was younger. Seeing her like this reinvigorated those feelings and strengthened them beyond what they had ever been.
Her tits were so big and round. I wondered what they’d feel like wrapped around my cock as her plump lips sealed themselves around the tip.
I imagined her brown eyes, which had always looked upon me so fondly, shimmering with naked lust, love, devotion, and obedience. Those eyes stared back at me in Misty’s mirror. She had no idea I’d ever see this; that her every thought, emotion, and experience was open to me. Her mind was as easily accessible to me as my cellphone, perhaps more so. I didn’t have to type in a pin number every time I wanted to browse Misty’s mind. The thought made me feel powerful.
Would it really be so bad if I made a few more changes, here and there? It’s not like Misty would know, and what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
