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Changes for the pleasure	By : Volkodlac Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 28688 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*******Authors note*******

WRITING
This chapter has been broken into two parts because I wrote too much and I did a lot more world building and character development in this first part.

LEMONS
Also if you’re just here for the lemons I’m sorry to say there are no lemons in this part. BUT there will be two lemons in the second part to make up for my stupid non lemon story. But this chapter does have a lot of flirting and touching.

MONDAY MORNING 6:30 A.M.

Wendy had a pretty tame two days since she last saw Dipper and Pacifica. She got a job as a lifeguard at the public pool again, but only on the weekends. And this time she won’t get caught stealing snacks. Though she had tried to get her old cashier job at the Mystery Shack from Mabel, but it seems that no one has seen her in the last four days. Again, they all said that she was working on some sort of animal sty.

There was also the matter at hand of her dads new relationship. He was keeping it on the down low from her brothers but her father forgot something very important. Her brothers were idiots when it came to social cues and mannerisms, Wendy wasn’t. She could tell immediately that her dad was seeing someone. She tried some gentle probing to get him to talk about it, but he was stubborn and tight lipped. Luckily he slipped up and accidentally admitted that he would be going out with a woman tonight.

But Wendy didn’t have time to worry about that right now, she was far to busy ...fingering herself. It had only been a little more than two days since she last saw Dipper, but thats 60 hours since she last felt his touch. And she was horny beyond belief.

Wendy wasn’t all that into toys but she did have a vibrator and a dildo for when she needed some extra release, more than her fingers could provide. Unfortunately the vibrator was small, only about 4 inches, and the dildo wasn’t that much bigger at 6 inches. Even when using both of them at the same time they couldn’t compare to Dippers fat cock.

Wendy had spent almost half an hour using both of her toys but was getting nowhere. If anything she was just teasing herself. She gave up in sexual frustration and tossed her toys back in her hidey hole.

It was then that her phone buzzed, and as she checked it she saw it was a text from Pacifica. She opened her phone and read the text.

-Pacifica: Hey Wendy, it’s Pacifica. I figured that you’d be thirsty for more Dipper dick by now so I’m inviting you to tag along while he helps me with some business ventures. I’ll bring you in on our little secrets and fun around town.-

Wendy didn’t actually read the whole text until after she responded. She had made it as far as “more Dipper dick” and “inviting you” when she heard/read(?) all that she needed and responded.

-Wendy: Yes, I’ll be at your place in 15 -

Wendy jumped out of her bed stark naked and started grabbing the closest and cleanest, but not necessarily clean, cloths she could find. The way she figured, she wouldn’t be keeping them on for long. And after she was in some cloths, that she thinks she only wore twice already, she grabbed her phone and was about to head for the door before she saw the next text and stopped.

-Pacifica: lmao, bitch if your that thirsty take a cold shower. And no, where coming to pick you up. Also bring a second outfit, something nice, not dressy but something you’d actually want people to see you in. we’ll be there in 30. -

Wendy grumpily walked back to her room and to her closet. She started to actually go through some of her nicer outfits. She settled on a casual dress, its top was a light purple and as it went down it started blending until it was a shade of light yellow. (her summerween out fit but in reverse)

TIME SKIP 55 MINUTES

Wendy has been waiting outside her house for 20 minutes when the limo finally pulled up. Wendy opened the door and climbed into the vehicle. Wendy got into her seat and gave Dipper and Pacifica a glare. Dipper gave a nervous, guilty smile while Pacifica gave a knowing smirk.

Pacifica: “Sorry, we had a little delay in the shower. You know how he is. A softy who never goes soft.”

Pacifica chickles at her own joke while Wendy gives Dipper and angry stare.

Dipper: “What?!?”

Pacifica started to laugh even harder.

Pacifica: “She’s jealous. She wants some too.”

Pacifica grips Dipper’s groin, rubbing him up till his dick was outlined in his pants. Wendy just stares at Dipper’s harding member as Pacifica rubbed it up and down. Wendy subconsciously started playing with herself.

Pacifica: “But unfortunately that’s going to have to wait for a bit.”

Pacifica let go of Dipper’s groin. Wendy glared at Pacifica again.

Pacifica: “Oh don’t get pissy, you’ll get your dickin soon enough. But you need to learn exactly what it is Dipper does for me and how. You might even be able to help me in some cases.”

Wendy: “So what, you want me to help Dipper fuck someone?”

Pacifica: “Wendy, Wendy, Wendy. It’s so much more than that, it’ seduction, it’s domination. And yes, most of the time it does end with Dipper fucking some lucky girl’s or woman’s brains out. But you’re missing the big picture.”

Pacifica presses a button on the keypad on the wall of the limo and the middle seat between her and Dipper started sliding out. Once it was extended out fully it rotated 90° and unfolded to become a column of shelves.

Pacifica: “There’s also a lot of customization to it.”

Wendy: “Hold up you’re going too fast. Before we even get to this, just tell me who the hell Dipper is going to be “seducing”.”

Wendy uses air quotes when she says seducing.

Pacifica: “Shandra Jemenez.”

Wendy: “The former news lady, why?”

Pacifica: “Whatever you beliefs on bias, corrupt,or controlled media is, it does work. It worked in the past and it works in the countries that openly use it. And Jemenez is the only one I can’t manipulate. Too much journalistic integrity. Dipper’s going to fix that.”

Wendy: “Ok. But why do you want to control the news?”

Pacifica: “Well as hard as it is to believe, my dad trying to side with Bill during Weirdmageddon kinda ruined the Northwest name. And if I want my moms run for state governor to succeed I need the people of her home town to actually like her.”

Wendy: “Wait she’s running for state governor?!?!”

Pacifica: “That’s a story for another time and place. Right now I want to show you what we like to call the Tool Kit.”

Dipper: “What we like to call the tool kit? I thought you said that was a stupid name.”

Pacifica: “It is, but it’s the only actual name we have for the whole thing.”

Wendy: “So the Tool Kit is a bunch of cologne, gum, jerky, and two of those size changing flashlights?”

Pacifica: “Dipper explain the nerd stuff.”

Dipper: “Well the cologne is mixed with different concentrations of a very powerful aphrodisiac made from the royal jelly of the queen wood bee. A rare race of massive bee’s whose exoskeletons are basically actual wood. The queen is like nine feet long.”

Wendy: “Wait, an aphrodisiac? You didn’t use any of this stuff on me did you?”

Dipper: “No no no. Wendy I would never do that to you. I love you too much, I’d rather spend the rest of my life as your friend than to try and manipulate you into a relationship.”

Pacifica: “Yeah, you were just thirsty for a tall glass of Dipper’s milk.”

Dipper gives Pacifica a look that asked her to pull back on the jokes.

Pacifica: “Well she was.”

Pacifica pouts.

Dipper: “Anyway, the gum is actually a voice modifier. The bigger the piece, the longer it lasts, and each flavor is a different accent.”

Wendy: “How’d you make it?”

Dipper: “Well I got the concoction from McGucket a few years back, but after a small test I found that I like my original voice more. And I messed with concentrations and ratios of the chemicals and found I could create different voices.”

Dipper takes a tiny piece of gum and starts speaking with a New Yorker accent.

Wendy: “Cool. What about the jerky.”

Dipper: “I call it BEEF jerky. Remember the manotaurs I told you about and their crazy huge leader, Leaderaur?”

Wendy: “You mean the race of one half bull, three halves men so big that my dad is considered on the wimpy side by comparison? Yeah I remember them.”

Dipper: “Yeah well ten months ago, Leaderaur was about to lead them on a war against humans. So me and Mabel fought and slayed him. They made Mabel their queen, and this time she was all for it, and they let me take Leaderaur’s body. Turns out his flesh makes those who consume it stronger. There are different levels of concentration with the lowest only make muscles slightly more defined, and the highest makes you as ripped as a manotaur.”

Wendy: “Wait so you could be as big as my dad?”

Dipper: “A manotaur a Wendy. Bigger than your dad.”

Wendy went slightly wide eyed as she started fantasizing a massive and muscular Dipper. Standing nine feet tall with biceps bigger than beach balls and a dick as big as a bull’s. They were out in the woods on a large smooth stone with a ray of sunlight bathing their sweaty bodies in a gleam. Dipper was thrusting in and out of Wendy’s pussy slowly, dragging out the pleasure as he teased the back of her neck with light kisses behind her ears. Her pleasure was slowly building up until Dipper pulled back, readying for one final thrust. And as his rocketed forwards, his whole di-

Pacifica & Dipper: “WENDY!!!!!!!”

Wendy was snapped from her deep fantasy and realized she had been staring off into the distance for a minute or two. And she even had a bit of drool forming that she wiped away quickly, hoping no one saw.

Wendy: “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Dipper: “I said this growth light was to manipulate my whole body, unlike the one you’ve already seen that manipulates just my penis.”

Pacifica: “Dipper, bae, when dealing with sizes as big as yours it just isn’t right to call it a penis. A penis is regular, average. This is a cock, dick would work too but I think cock sound more appropriate.”

Wendy: “Ok so sexy cologne, voice gum, muscle jerky, size light, and dick size light. And how are you going to be using it?”

Pacifica grabs the strongest cologne and sprays it right in Wendy’s face.

Pacifica: “Well for now, I think you’ve waited long enough. Dipper reward us.”

Dipper: “Us?”

Pacifica: “I haven’t said anything mean to anyone in the last three days.”

Dipper: “What did you say to Tiphannie this morning.”

Pacifica: “She doesn't count. She likes it and she said it gets her off. If anything that means I’ve been extra nice to her.”

Dipper: “Ok, but that doesn’t mean you meant it in a nice way. It’s all about the intention of the comme-”

Wendy grabbed Dipper by the collar of his shirt. Pacifica and Dipper finally looked to Wendy and saw how she had reacted to the cologne. Wendy had the right strap of her tank top and bra off to the side, her left hand under her shirt playing with her right breast, her pants unbuttoned, and Dipper noticed her right hand was wet with something.

Wendy: “Shut up and fuck me you adorable big dick nerd.”

Pacifica presses a button that causes the divider between the driver and back to roll up. She then uses the intercom to tell Tiphannie, the driver, to start driving to the local news station.

Pacifica: “Tiphannie, get your hand out of your pants and get us to the local station. But drive slow, and take the long way.”

Pacifica was cut off by Dipper and Wendy moaning in the background and Pacifica yelling at them to wait for her. The intercom went silent and Tiphannie could hear the moans, and squeals from the trio. And as if that wasn’t enough the limo was actually rocking.

As much as Tiphannie wanted to get back there and join in, she knew what Pacifica would do if she didn’t follow her orders. She’d never get to see Dipper’s dick again. So Tiphannie pushed past her horny, lustful desires and drove.

TIME SKIP 55 MINUTES

The limo pulled up to the tv station that all the local programs worked in. Dipper stepped out of the limo, though now he looked different. He now stood at 5’10” and his muscles were more defined. If he wasn’t wearing a shirt, people could see his hint of a four pack was now a well defined six pack. And if he were to speak, he would do so with a slight southern accent.

If one were to look into the limo they would see a sleeping Wendy with a smile on her face, as well as several ropes of cum. Said ropes of cum traveled all the way down her body, clustering around her mouth, breasts, and ass. Next to her was a satisfied Pacifica, also covered in cum, but still awake.

Pacifica: “Hey, don’t forget the plan. She enjoys being the dominant one, so don’t come on too strong. And she likes the chase but her ”teasing” is blunt to sugar coat it, so at least try to act like you’re not interested.”

Dipper: “I got it. See you at lunch. Bye.”

The door closes and the limo starts driving away.

WITH DIPPER

As Dipper made his way up to the rather large building he clipped oh an I.D. to his vest. It was his intern I.D. badge that showed he was the newest intern, and gave him access to simple doors such as the supply closet or entrances and exits. But what no one would know was that Pacifica had Candy hack into the security system for the station and added his I.D. to the list that has full access to the whole building.

Dipper: “Thank you Candy.”

As Dipper makes his way through the building he passes several studio offices before reaching the news station offices. And wouldn’t you know it, this was the studio he was assigned to. Dipper then headed for the boss’s office.

Knock Knock

Dipper walks in the room before being let in, and closes the door behind him.

Random Boss Guy(RBG): “What!? Who the hell are you. I could have you ran out of this town for such disrespect.”

Dipper: “Northwest sent me.”

RBG: “Oh shit. I am so sorry sir, I didn’t know you were the one she would be sending. She never told me who or when you’d be coming. Please forgive me and don’t tell Ms. Northwest.”

Dipper: “Damn it Pacifica.” sigh “Don’t worry about it, no harm no foul. I’m just going to get to work on what “Ms. Northwest” wanted me to do. Just don’t ruin my work, leave Shandra Jimenez alone. I need her in her office and I’ll be taking her to lunch, so she’ll be taking a long break. Got it?”

RBG: “Yeah. Whatever Ms. Northwest wants, as long as I’m getting my part of the deal, I don’t care.”

Dipper: “How exactly is Ms. Northwest paying you?”

RBG: “Uh, well. Weed, unofficially so it doesn't interfere with my public appearance. Other non legal drugs. Girls, really skilled girls if you know what I mean. And she somehow keeps my wife quiet and happy about the whole thing when she found out about the whole deal.”

Dipper was mad and nervous. He was mad because Pacifica was working with Mabel and her whole legal/illegal drug operation. God, Mabel was worse than Stan. He wasn’t sure if the girls comment meant Pacifica’s girls Tiffany and Tiphannie, some other girls that worked for Pacifica, or Mabel’s girls from her other illegal businesses.

The reason Dipper was nervous, was because he knew he was the reason RBG’s wife kept quiet. It was Dipper visiting once a month to stuffing her mouth with his massive dick, have her screaming his name so loud she would lose her voice, and fucking her into unconsciousness that kept RBG’s wife quit. And the best part, or worst in Dipper’s opinion, is that RBG doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that the man he was just appoligizing to was fucking his wife.

Dipper: “Ok, well I’m going to get started on what Ms. Northwest asked me to.”

Dipper left the office and started walking around the studio doing small helpful jobs here and there. Always making sure to walk by Jimenez’s office so she would notice. His hope was that his constant passing her office would cause the scent of his aphrodisiac cologne to eventually reach her and get her attention. And it did, after an hour.

TIME SKIP 70 MINUTES

But when Jimenez did finally look up she noticed the new face she didn’t recognize. Thinking the worst she assumed it was another unofficial news reporter trying to get a heads up on the latest info for their blog. Jimenez shouts at Dipper to stop.

Jimenez: “Hey, you. Tall, dark, and creeeeeeee-”

Jimenez was caught off guard by Dipper’s surprisingly good looks. Dipper walks into Jimenez’s office. Jimenez gets up and walks to get in Dipper’s face to interrogate him. But as she got closer she got a better smell of his cologne and for a brief second went weak at the knees. She stumbled a bit as Dipper caught her.

Dipper: “Wow. Careful, are you ok there.”

Jimenez: “Um, yeah. Yes. Ug, thank you. Who are you and what are you doing back here? This area is for new station employees only.”

Dipper helps Jimenez back to her feet. Jimenez, having just received a nose full of Dipper’s cologne, was not having a bit of a hard time focusing on anything but Dipper. She didn’t know why but she couldn’t help but stare at his well defined muscles. And she swore she felt a six pack under that shirt.

Dipper: “Oh I am an employe. Well technically I’m an intern, but the point is I do work here. Names Danny. It’s lovely to meet ya Mrs. Jimenez.”

Jimenez: “Well, the pleasure is all mine. And it’s Miss not Mrs.”

Dipper: “Really, I would've figured a woman as luxurious, and stunning as you self would have their pick of the men.”

Jimenez: “That doesn’t there are any good men to pick.”

Dipper: “Huh. Well it’s a shame to see such a lovely lady go unsatisfied. But anyhow, I best be getting back to work.”

Dipper pulled up his pant’s slightly causing Jimenez’s eyes to drift down to his crotch and see the rather large bulge. Dipper starts leaving the room.

Jimenez: “Wait! Uh, since you’re an intern, could you do me a favor and go grab me another purple and blue pen?”

Dipper: “No problem Miss Jimenez.”

Dipper winks as he says Miss and leaves out the door to go find the pens.

TIME SKIP 20 MINUTES

It took Dipper longer than expected. The news station supply closet didn’t have any purple pens. Dipper had to go to one of the other public access show offices to find it. Having a key card I.D. that allowed him everywhere made it easier though.

And as Dipper made it back to Miss Jimenez’s office, he was treated to amazing sight of Jimenez standing on her chair trying to reach for a folder on top of her wall mounted shelves. Her ass on full display in her tight skirt wiggling side to side as she shimmied to reach.

But what Dipper didn’t know, was that Jimenez knew full well what she was doing and how she looked. She knew there were no purple pens in the supply closet. But to her surprise, rather then coming back to her without the pen, he snuck into another studio’s office to get it.

How did she know this? The security cameras of course, being a producer for the last year gave her many more perks then when she was just the reporter. She saw Dipper leave the news studio and enter again several minutes later heading to her office. So she hopped on her chair, put an arm up in a vain attempt to reach a folder on her shelf, and started wiggling her ass. The only problem was that since he did get both pens, she couldn’t “punish” him with more work.

But Jimenez couldn’t about that right now as Dipper walked in and offered to help her.

Dipper: “Miss Jimenez, I got you your pens. I had to sneak into the “Why you ackin so cray cray” studio to get the purple one though. Oh, uh. Do you need a little help there?”

Jimenez: “Oh. Thank you. And yes, a little help would be lovely. I’m trying to get that black folder up there. If you’d help me down and then grab that for me, that would be wonderful.”

Dipper: “For you ma’am, anything.”

Dipper walked up next to Jimenez and wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted her off the chair. Jimenez was more than surprised by this considering that he was pressing her against his chest. She was about to tell him that he was being a little handsy.

But then, she reached his crotch. And she liked what she felt. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he lowered her so ever slowly. She looked him straight in the eyes, she almost got lost in them. But not quite, she saw a reflection of her own. They both knew what the other was trying to do. They both wanted the other cave in first. This was war.

Dipper lets go of Jimenez and steps back from her. She was a little upset of losing contact with the snake in his pants, but she’d be happy he did soon. Because Dipper stepped up on the chair and reached up for the black folder only to find that there were several.

As Dipper turned his head to look at Jimenez. He started to ask her which folder she wanted but noticed she wasn’t paying attention. Jimenez was too enthralled by Dipper’s ass. He was wearing relatively tight pants that showed off his rock hard ass. Dipper just stood there waiting for her to notice him.

…

But after about a minute he turned back to the shelves and cleared his throat loudly.

Dipper: “AHEM. Ugh ma’am, which folder did you want.”

Jimenez is pulled from her trance as she turns her head to Dipper.

Jimenez: “huh, oh. The third from the right please.”

Dipper grabbed the folder, handed it to Jimenez, and as he was about to step down Jimenez stopped him. She was looking in the folder.

Jimenez: “Wait, this isn’t it. Try the one to the left of it.”

Dipper did as asked and handed her the other folder. Jimenez looked at the folder and smiled. Dipper couldn’t see what was in the folder but when she closed it she told him it was the one and thanked him.

Jimenez: “Well I think you deserve a “reward” for doing such a good job on both tasks I’ve given you. You get to be my personal assistant.”

Dipper: “Oh, why thank you for such an honor. I feel so very special.”

Jimenez: “Oh trust me you are.”

Jimenez takes a quick glance to the bulge in Dipper’s pants.

Jimenez: “And for your first job as my assistant, it’s going to be a secret one. The studio doesn’t let employees use the copy machine for personal use. But it’s so much better than mine and I want you to make a copy of each of these. There are 20 pictures in there so make sure you get all of them.”

Jimenez hands Dipper the black folder he just got down for her. And Dipper takes it and assures her he’ll take care of it.

Dipper: “Don’t worry ma’am. I’ll be in and out faster than a whip, and I won’t tell a soul. This’ll be just between the two of us.”

Dipper gives Jimenez a wink as he walks out.

As Dipper made his way to the copy room heard a group of people talking in there. So he turned into the supply closet and started arranging stuff to make it look like he was working. Even though subconsciously he actually was rearranging the supplies by size, color, and type. He couldn’t help that he was a neat freak.

TIME SKIP 15 MINUTES

By the time Dipper had finished reorganizing the whole supply closet the last person using the copy machine had just left. Dipper checked to see that no one would see him enter the copy room, then dashed in when no one was looking.

As Dipper got the machine ready, he finally opened the folder. It was a photo of Shandra Jimenez in a black bikini laying on a sun bathing chair. The next one was of her in black lacy underwear. All of them were of Jimenez in some sort of sexy, revealing outfit and posing rather provocatively. The last one was of her in just a pair of panties, using her hair to cover her breasts. Dipper nearly had a heart attack.

Pacifica told Dipper she enjoyed the chase, but this was crazy. As he made copies of each photo he got an idea. Two could play this game.

Dipper sent a text to Pacifica asking her to send him the sexiest picture she had of him in a speedo. When Pacifica finally sent the picture, Dipper used his adaptor to plug his phone to the copy machine used it to print his own picture.

Unfortunately for him, before his finished printing RBG entered the room. Dipper quickly closed the folder with all of Jimenez photos in it, and stood in front of it so RBG wouldn’t see. It worked, but his picture being printed was in plane sight.

To say that RBG was mad was an understatement.

RBG: “You are supposed to be working for Miss Northwest, and this is what you’re doing! Using my paper, paid for with my money! I have half a mind to call her and just let her know how you’re wasting her time with whatever you’re supposed to be doing!”

Dipper: “I’m so sorry sir. As weird as it sounds, I can assure you this is part of my job for Miss Northwest.”

RBG: “What!!! You expect me to believe that pile of bullshit!?!? That does it!! I’m informing Miss Northwest of this lollygagging! And I will see to it personally that you are run out of this town you little shit!”

Dipper: “Sigh. You’re funeral.”

Dipper said under his breath.

As RBG started dialing Pacifica’s “work” number, which was to say the number she used when dealing with any illegal or immoral business that would ruin her reputation, Dipper grabbed the picture of him an snuke it into the folder. When Pacifica finally answered, RBG had the biggest shit eating grin as he explained what Dipper was doing.

When he was interrupted by Pacifica screaming at him, which Dipper could hear all the way from where he was standing, RBG’s smile disappeared. As Pacifica’s rant went on RBG began to start sweating bullets. He had pissed off the beast.

He tried to apologize, getting an “I’m sorry” or an “I didn’t know” here and there. But it didn’t stop the barash that Pacifica was dealing out. When it was finally over RBG apologized one final time and hung up. He was pale white and covered in sweat.

RBG: “I’m sorry for getting in the way of your work sir. Please forgive me. I’ll leave now and stay out of your way for good sir.”

RBG then left the room without a word. Dipper waited a few minutes before leaving himself so no one would notice him.

As he made his way to Jimenez’s office Dipper was getting a couple of looks from some of the women, and men, of the office. Looks like word had spread around the office about the new intern. No doubt thanks to Jimenez’s influence.

When Dipper got back to Jimenez’s office he noticed something about her outfit had changed. The top two buttons of her shirt was unbuttoned, showing off a large amount of cleavage. Dipper stared for a second before handing her the folder

Dipper: “Got those “personal” pictures you wanted copied and no one’s the wiser to it. There all in there, all 41 of them.”

At hearing him say 41, Jimenez started looking through the folder. Dipper could tell when Jimenez found his picture because she started blushing and had a hungry smile.

Jimenez: “Why Danny. I didn’t know you did work as a model.”

Jimenez pulls out the picture and shows it to Dipper.

Dipper: “Oh, I never did. Just got the picture taken. Uh, I mean. How did that get in there? I’m sorry, you could keep it if you’d like.”

Jimenez: “I know Danny. And I had no intention of giving it up. I’ll keep that for later.”

Jimenez said as she folded the picture and stuffed it between her breasts and gave Dipper a wink.

Dipper: “I was wondering. Would you like to go out to lunch with me. I’d like to get to know my new boss.”

Jimenez got up from her desk and started walking to Dipper

Jimenez: “Ha. You know what, You’re handsome, charming, reliable, and you have the best ass in town.”

Jimenez slaps Dipper’s ass.

Jimenez: “So I’ll give you a chance. But you better wine and dine me boy. This girl only accepts the best.”

Dipper: “Just how I like ‘em. Though for lunch, how about Susin’s Dinner? Simple but elegant. And almost as charming as you.”

Jimenez: “With you, I just can’t say no.”

Dipper: “Great.”

Jimenez: “But our lunch break isn’t for another hour. Until then, you’re still my personal assistant stud muffin.”

Jimenez wore a wicked, devilish, perverted smile as she said that last sentence.

TIME REWIND 9:30 A.M.

WITH PACIFICA AND WENDY AFTER DROPPING DIPPER OFF

Wendy woke up a few minutes after they had dropped Dipper off at the news station. The cum she, and her seat, were covered in was starting to dry in some parts, and had already become crusty in others. When she looked over to Pacifica, she was sitting upright in a clean seat, although she herself was covered in drying cum, looking at her phone.

After having to peel herself off the seat, Wendy sat up as well. Looking down she saw her first set of clothes torn and covered in cum. She turned to asked Pacifica what they were going to do.

Wendy: “So I guess this was why you told me to bring a second set of clothes?”

Pacifica: “Yup.”

Wendy: “But what do I do about all this? A new pair of clothes aren’t going to clean off all this cum.”

Pacifica: “Hehe. Come over here. You’re going to love this.”

Wendy got up and moved over next to Pacifica. When she sat down Pacifica turned to the key pad she had messed with earlier. She pressed a few buttons, turned a dial a bit, and then pushed it in.

Suddenly a small light with a crystal came out of the middle seat pointing at the cum covered seat Wendy had been sitting in. The light turned on hit the seat. Not only the seat, but the floor and walls too, began to shrink and shrink until it was small enough to fit in her hand. All that was left was the frame and thin layer of metal that made the outside of the limo.

And then a small robotic hand came out and grabbed to set and placed it in an empty case built into the floor. The arm moved over to another case and grabbed it. The robot placed it in the center, right where the other set was. The arm took off a small plastic top that was over a small bowl of water.

When the light fired again it started increasing the size of the set. When it was fully grown Wendy could tell that it was a giant bath tube. Pacifica got up from her seat and stepped into the tube. Wendy was still dumb struck.

Wendy: “You can do that?”

Pacifica: “Yeah. It’s still dirty and I’ll have to have Tiff and Annie clean it when we’re done working today. But for now we soak. So get in.”

Wendy climbed into the tub. The water was nice and warm and it was big enough that Wendy and Pacifica could lay next to each other without touching. The two girls began to start talking.

Wendy: “So what are we going to do not that Dipper’s gone.”

Pacifica: “I don’t need Dipper, nor his dick to run my empire. He just makes it more fun. We’re going to the Gleeful residents.”

Wendy: “Gleeful? You’re working with Gideon? Even after he tried force Mabel into being his date for Homecoming? Didn’t he get arrested?”

Pacifica: “Yeah. It was Dipper, Mabel and I who got the evidence needed to arrest him. With the help of his mother, who has been working for me for the last 11 months. And it’s her we’re going to meet.”

Wendy: “Oh. Ok.”

Wendy and Pacifica started talking about each others lives and interests. Eventually it got a little dark as Pacifica talked about her fear of ending up like her father. After all it was her father, and her whole family in general, who manipulated people to build the Northwest empire. It was Pacifica’s hope that she was better than her family because she swore that she would always treat people better, especially those who helped her. And she would only fuck over the snobe, assholes who deserved it.

As much as Dipper told her she wasn’t, she just couldn’t truly believe that she wasn’t still the same monster her father raised her to be. The way she used Dipper, manipulated people, and was building a new Northwest empire.

Pacifica: “It’s like being a business tycoon asshole is in the DNA.”

Wendy: “Girl, what. No. Trust me you’re not using Dipper. You’re just a kinky slut that loves to watch Dipper fuck girls stupid as much as she likes getting fucked stupid by Dipper. HAHAHA.”

Pacifica: “HAHAHA. Shut up. Well you would know wouldn’t you? Hahaha.”

Wendy: “Hahaha.”

This set the girl’s conversation to a more perverted tone. Wendy had to learn all the juicy stories of Dipper fucking people she might know.

TIME SKIP 15 MINUTES

Wendy: “No way. Mrs. Hoperny the History teacher?”

Pacifica: “Yeah, my grade was dropping in that class and I needed to keep my straight A record going to keep my perfect GPA. Plus her husband just divorced her and left to go be with some girl half her age. And almost a third of his. Well we should start drying off. We’ll be at Mrs.Gleeful’s house soon.”

The girls grabbed some towels that grew to regular size along with the bathtub. They had dried off and put on their second sets of clothes. Wendy put on her purple and yellow dress, and Pacifica put on her new outfit. A light purple skirt that stopped a few inches above her knee and a white polo shirt with the Northwest NW on it.

As the limo came to a stop, Wendy looked out the window to see a large house. Not as large as the Northwest manor or anything, but large by house standards. Pacifica messed around with the panel again and used the size light again to switch out the tub for a new, non cum stained, seat. And as they were getting out of the limo Pacifica grabbed a large gift bag.

When they reached the door Wendy rang the bell. And when the door opened it revealed a happier, more rejuvenated Mrs. Gleeful. Her hair seemed less grey and she had a calm smile on her face, unlike the forced ones she would put on when she still lived with her son and ex-husband.

Mrs.Gleeful: “Ms. Northwest. It’s so nice to see you. Please come in, I get you and your friend some drinks. ”

Pacifica: “Thank you, and I told you to call me Pacifica.”

Mrs.Gleeful: “Sorry dear. Oh and where are my manners? Hello Wendy, it’s nice to finally meet you properly.”

Wendy: “Hi Mrs. Gleeful.”

Mrs.Gleeful: “Call me Angela.”

As they entered Mrs. Gleeful’s home Pacifica handed Mrs. Gleeful the gift bag she brought. Mrs. Gleeful peaked into the bag, smiled, blushed, and then thanked Pacifica before walking onto the kitchen with the bag.

Wendy: “What was that?”

Pacifica: “Oh nothing much. Just a few things to help her with her love life.”

Wendy, not knowing anything about Mrs. Gleeful’s love life decided to just leave the conversation there. After a few minutes Mrs. Gleeful came back out with three empty glasses and a pitcher of lemonade.

The girls started talking.

TIME SKIP 1 AND A HALF HOURS

It was mostly Pacifica and Mrs. Gleeful explaining how things have changed. How Pacifica has become a sort of local illuminati and is spreading her reach of power around the world.

There were a few times were they talked about interesting things around town like new stores at the mall, or movies or shows they enjoyed. It was interrupted when Pacifica’s phone buzzed. As she checked it she started laughing and asked Wendy to help her with something.

Pacifica: “Hey Wendy. Dipper needs a picture of himself. I’d like your opinion. Which should I send him?”

Pacifica shows Wendy her phone filled with a bunch of pictures of Dipper in a speedo. It was him in various states of muscled. But in all of them his speedo was only barely holding his massive bulge in.

Wendy.exe has stopped working. Rebooting

Pacifica started laughing her ass off at Wendy’s bug eyed stare and the light bit of drool. Mrs. Gleeful also joined in giving a small chuckle.

Pacifica sent DIpper a picture of himself that was roughly as muscularly defined as he was when they dropped him off at the TV station. It was of him flexing on arm with the other placing his hand on his hip. It also showed off his bulge. If Pacifica had to guess, he was probably semi hard at 8 inches in this picture.

Wendy pulled herself back together and the girls started talking about other stuff again. Until they were interrupted again by Pacifica’s phone, only it was a different phone ringing this time.

When Pacifica answered it, she was extremely annoyed to hear the voice of the fat ass she had working for her at the news station. He might have done as she said, but there was always a hint of resentment towards her. He just couldn’t accept that this 16 year old girl was now his boss. And he was essentially her bitch.

Pacifica was more pissed by the fact that he was rating Dipper out to try and get him in trouble. She excused herself from the group and walked outside. She then proceeded to shout her head off at the man. So loud that Wendy and Mrs. Gleeful could hear her through the house.

When She stopped she came back and acted as if nothing had happened at all. This time the girl’s conversation wasn’t interrupted again.

TIME SKIP 1 HOUR

As Pacifica and Wendy left they said their goodbyes to Mrs. Gleeful. Pacifica got the last word though.

Pacifica: “Bye Angela. Good luck with Dan tonight.”

It wasn’t until they had got in the limo and the door began to close, that Wendy had connected the dots.

Wendy: “Wait!! What!?!?”

And the door was closed.
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