Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com DILBERT GETS LUCKY I. "This is it, Dogbert," Dilbert said. "At last I have the means to make women treat me with some respect." The rotund mutt examined the apparatus on the table and shook his head. "This reminds me of your cloning experiment. Remember how that turned out?" "This is a much simpler process. With this, I can take control of their minds and turn them to putty in my hands." "I don't know. Certain elements of nature should not be tampered with. I think your sex appeal is one of them." "Just wait and see. This will make me the most desirable man on earth." Dilbert lifted his contraption, which resembled a metal colander with numerous wires and electrodes sticking out in random directions, and set it on his head. He threw a switch on one side and felt the energy coursing through it. The doorbell rang. Dilbert ran to the window to see who it was. "We're in luck, Dogbert! It's that girl from down the street. Now is the time to put my invention to the test." Dilbert put the device on his head and opened the door. Behind it he found Kimberly O'Connor, a girl who lived a few doors down from him. Kimberly was seventeen, a senior at the local high school and captain of the cheerleading squad. Dilbert ran his eyes over her blonde hair and enormous breasts, fighting an urge to drool. Kimberly returned his gaze warily. "Uh, hi. I'm selling magazines for the cheer- leading squad and . . ." Her eyebrows rose. "Why do you have a colander on your head?" Dilbert ignored her, concentrating on sending his mental commands into her brain. *Come into my house* he thought. Kimberly's eyes glazed over, and she walked into the foyer. Dilbert shut the door behind her. "It works!" he exclaimed. Dogbert shook his head again. "This will end in disaster, mark my words." *Remove your clothes* Dilbert thought. Kimberly began stripping out of her cheerleading uniform. He watched, heart thumping in anticipation, as she exposed herself to him. Her breasts stood out from her chest like two great battering rams, nipples the size of peanuts, erect and throbbing. She slipped off her skirt, then her panties, revealing a narrow bush of blonde pubes. A moment later she was naked. Dilbert examined her firm teenage body for a few seconds before sitting down in his La-Z-Boy. *Give me a blow-job* Dilbert thought. Kimberly turned to him, face blank, and knelt on the floor. Dilbert closed his eyes as she lowered her head and began bobbing up and down. Then Dilbert realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes, realizing that Kimberly was attempting to fellate the curled-up end of his tie. "Damn it. Something is wrong here." *Um . . . wait* he thought. Kimberly looked up in confusion. It had been so long since Dilbert had had sex that he wasn't sure what to do next. *Bend over the back of the couch* he thought. Kimberly stood up and walked behind his couch. She bent over the back, sticking her firm butt into the air. Dilbert stood up and went behind her. He dropped his trousers and freed his miniscule dick. He examined Kimberly's rear view for a moment, trying to remember where it was supposed to go. He found the entrance to her pussy and tried to thrust in. He got about half an inch into her before the lack of lubrication stopped him. "Uh . . . shit. Okay." Things were coming back to him now. *You are very horny* he thought. *You want me to have sex with you* Kimberly moaned softly, pushing her butt back at him. He tried to thrust into her, getting a little further in as she began to warm up. In about ten or fifteen seconds, she had lubricated enough for him to get in up to the hilt. Three thrusts later, he squirted off inside her. Dogbert shook his head again as Dilbert withdrew. "Did it occur to you at all that you might be getting her pregnant?" "Er, no. Shit." *Um, okay* he thought. *You will not get preg- nant* Would that work? Maybe not. Kimberly stood up, looking at him in confusion again. "What should I do?" he asked Dogbert. "You're asking me?" He looked back at Kimberly. "Uh, you can get dressed and go. Don't tell anyone about this." The blank look on her face dissolved, and she looked down at herself in shock. "What the fuck?" "Oops," Dilbert said. *Get dressed and go back to what you were doing* he thought. *Forget all about this* Her eyes glazed over again, and she began get- ting dressed. She gathered up her magazine materials and left. Dilbert watched her leave. "Whew."