“Just relax, toots. ‘S gonna make ya feel better.” Jinx coos, waving around some kind of.. heating pad device. It’s got some electric device on it, you think. Like something you’d see in one of those Frankenstein movies.

It looks fucking radioactive.

Judging by the look on your face, she can’t tell you’re being hesitant.

“Oh, come on! ‘S not gonna kill ya or anythin’!…. I think.”

Before you can stop her, she’s pressed it against your cramping stomach. Eyes squeezed shut as she turns the damn thing on- and you’re just waiting, waiting for something to happen. A shock, a zap- Something.

..But it never came, surprisingly.

In fact, it felt pretty good.

“Seeeee?”