There was no particular reason to drive me to the Dollar Tree that day except the sensation of bidding adieu to as few dollars as possible in exchange for cheap entertainment. On this trip of gem stickers, thin mints, and miniature snow-globes, I had never anticipated to run into him. It had been years since I'd seen him and though I thought pleasantly of him from time to time, the chance meeting still caught my old favorable emotions by surprise. I stared at him softly, my lips curling upward in a fanciful grin as I was suddenly thrown back in time to the carefree days he and I spent together. As I looked coolly into his eyes, I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.


And so, for $1, I took Megaman home with me.

It was a quick decision but an easy one, and one I'll never regret. After all, I still remembered the amazing tricks he could do with that blaster cannon. The thought of that alone was nearly sending me into a frenzy and I barely kept my thighs from quivering through the check-out lane. He remained calm through the whole ordeal, though it was impossible for him not to notice how I'd grown as a woman. I'd become thrillingly dominant over the years and this time the game was being played on my terms.



He seemed confused at first, but I kept a firm upper hand while assuring him the process would be pleasurable for us both. Soon he was blatantly excited at the thought of giving over all control to my handiwork. The men that came before him helped me to perfect my craft, but I was always open for new experiments. Before I began I worked over body so that he was positioned in a way that left me totally unrestricted.



I worked tirelessly stroking every part of his hardened body. Certain parts received extra touches, and seemed to sparkle with every slick movement I made. I could hear his heart beating heavily through his chest as his feverish urges took over. I kept him under control, my evil grin bursting with satisfaction until several hours later, I finished just on the verge of him screaming for mercy. Wickedly, I licked my lips knowing he could never turn back again. The magic of my touch changed him forever.