“Uhm… uhm… riga… to… toni?” Liz said, trying to sound out the big words on the menu.
“That’s pasta dear, pasta.” I replied and a wave of understanding flashed across her face.
“Oh! I totally like pasta! giggle” she replied and jiggled her tits as she did so.
I just smiled and nodded, my wife of 30 years, who had build up her law firm to one of the most feared in the city, who had the sharpest mind I’d ever met… was now just a set of tit and a giggle.
Certainly a very pleasing set of tits, and she did so love showing them off now, but while my gaze might drift to them once in awhile, the pendant around her neck is what fascinated me more.
I thumbed the matching ring that was on my finger and rotated it around once. Liz’s eyes closed and she shiver slightly as she bit her lower lips, any time I played with the right she felt it deep in her soul.
If I focused on the right and the pendant, I could alter her in both subtle and substantial ways. I could dumb her down even more, making the only thought in her head the need to fornicate. Or I could ramp it up the other way, ballooning out her tits until she could hardly walk.
The deal I’d made with the daemon had been costly of course, such objects of power were never given freely, but most of the cost would be brunted by others. Liz’s soul of course was forfeit, and their were favours to be paid in the future, but my own soul was safe, so I’d deal with those later.
The waiter approached our table with a smile, “Are we ready to order?” he asked.
Liz looked up at him in a panic, but I spoke before she could say anything, “Yes, yes we are. She’ll have the house salad, with vinaigrette dressing… and make it a small. I’ll have the porter house steak, well done, and a fully loaded baked potato.” I said and a wave of relief washed over Liz’s face.
“Very good Sir. And to drink?”
“Liz will have a water… flat. Bring me a Whisky, neat.”
“Of course Sir. I’ll get your order in right away.”
I nodded as the waiter turned and walked away, then I looked over at Liz, her face radiant with glee at not having to make a choice.
The old Liz would have been chewing me out for such insolence, ordering on her behalf, let alone the choices. Liz had always said salad was for rabbit, and always ordered an expensive wine with whatever meal she was having.
I evil grin crossed my lips, the kicker of course was that she didn’t need to watch her weight anymore. She could eat whatever she wanted, as much as she wanted, and I could simply make her as thin or thicc as I wanted with just a thought.
I focused on the ring for a moment and she suddenly sat straight as a board, then her lips filled out a little, her tit swell a bit, her waist cinched, and her eyes fluttered as I made a few changes to her.
Her eyes opened again when I was done and she licked her lips and looked seductively over at me, “Mmmm… baby, I can’t wait for desert… like, I know exactly what I want…”
I smiled and watched her wiggle and squirm, the need to suck on my dick growing stronger and stronger in her mind.
It was going to be fun watching her eat her salad, that fork might never be the same afterwards.
