I Control The Hot Next Door Neighbour (1)

"You've got to be kidding me," Steve muttered to himself, staring at the screen of his ancient laptop. The latest game update was lagging again, and his favorite hero looked like they were fighting in slow motion. "Come on, man, not today."

Steve's apartment was a typical bachelor pad: a couch that had seen better days, a fridge with more beer than food, and a collection of action figures that had grown more than his bank account. He lived alone, which suited him just fine, except for the occasional reminder that he wasn't exactly living the life he'd dreamed of. The walls were adorned with posters of superheroes, a silent testament to his lifelong obsession with the caped crusaders that filled the city streets.

"Maybe it's time for a break," he thought, pushing his glasses up his nose and rubbing his eyes. The cursor hovered over the 'exit' button when a strange notification popped up on the screen. 'Cuckold System Update Available: Download Now'. Steve's heart skipped a beat. This wasn't part of the game. His hand paused, curiosity and nerves fighting for dominance. He'd heard of the rumors, the dark whispers about a program that could change your life in the most intimate of ways. But he'd never thought it was real.

With trembling fingers, he clicked 'download'. The screen flickered, and the room was bathed in a soft, pulsing light. A moment of dread washed over him, followed by a strange sensation in his groin. He looked down to find his jeans uncomfortably tight, and when he reached in to adjust, his hand encountered something unexpectedly small and sensitive. His eyes widened in horror and fascination. "What the actual fuck?" he breathed, pulling out a tiny penis that looked like it had been shrunk in the wash.

The notification on his laptop changed to 'Cuckold System Initialized'. Steve read the instructions with a mix of excitement and trepidation. It seemed he had been granted the ultimate power: mind control. And with it, the ability to live out his darkest, most secret desire. The thought of his neighbor, the one he'd not-so-secretly dubbed 'Fat Ass Whore #1', flashed through his mind. Her voluptuous figure was always on display, and she had a way of flirting that made him feel like the invisible man.

Now, he had the power to make her see him. To make her do anything he wanted. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "What should I do first?" he wondered, his eyes drifting to the wall that separated his apartment from hers. "I guess it's time to test out this new... gift." He smirked, the wheels in his head already turning.

The walls of his apartment grew thinner, and he could almost hear the sirens of opportunity calling his name. Steve stood up, his small frame casting a long shadow in the dim light. His mind was racing with all the possibilities the Cuckold System had just handed him on a silver platter. But first, he needed to get closer to the object of his newfound power.

He padded over to the window that faced her apartment and peered through the blinds. She was there, lounging on her couch, scrolling through her phone. Her blonde hair fell in waves over her bare shoulders, and the tightness of her shirt left little to the imagination. He felt his new, tiny member stir, a strange thrill running through his body.

Taking a deep breath, Steve focused his thoughts, willing the system to activate. The words 'Mind Control Engaged' flashed before his eyes, and a warm, tingling sensation flooded his brain. He watched as she looked up, her eyes glazing over slightly, and a soft smile playing on her lips. "Hello, neighbor," he called out, his voice thick with anticipation. "Care for some company?"

The blonde's gaze snapped to the window, and she nodded without hesitation. The door to her apartment swung open, and she stood up, swaying her hips as she beckoned him over. Steve felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of fear. He was about to step into a world he'd only ever fantasized about, and he had no idea what awaited him on the other side.

With a quick glance back at his shrunken manhood, Steve stepped away from the window, his heart racing. He took a moment to compose himself, then strode confidently to the door. The hallway outside his apartment was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that seemed to hum with anticipation. He could feel the power of the Cuckold System thrumming through his veins, and it was intoxicating.

He knocked on her door, and it swung open almost immediately. She was even more stunning up close, her blue eyes now glazed with a hazy obedience that sent a shiver down his spine. "Hi, Steve," she purred, her voice dripping with forced sweetness. "It's not often you come over."

He stepped inside, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. The living room was a mess of clothes and empty takeout containers, a stark contrast to her pristine, curvy figure. The scent of her perfume filled the air, a heady mix of vanilla and something darker, something that made his knees wobble. "I know," he said, his voice strained. "But I thought we could... get to know each other better."

Her smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "Oh, I'd love that," she said, leading him to the couch. She sat down and patted the cushion next to her, her hand lingering just a little too long. "What do you want to talk about?"