Candy's Control

"Both of you," you command, gesturing at the platinum-haired women. "Get over here. I want you worshipping me together while I think."

Candy rises from her knees first, cum still visibly dripping down her inner thighs. Jessie scrambles from the corner, her fingers slick from where they'd been buried inside herself. They approach you from either side, pressing their bodies against your enhanced form.

"Can you still use your power without the phone?" you ask Candy directly, one hand reaching down to cup her ass while the other tangles in Jessie's hair.

Candy's electric blue eyes meet yours, and there's a flicker of something—awareness, maybe pride—before she answers. "I don't need the phone anymore, Master. The app was just... training wheels. An interface for humans to understand." She presses a kiss to your chest, her tongue tracing the defined muscle. "The reality-warping field responds to my consciousness directly now. I can reshape things with just thought and intention."

"Show me," you order.

Candy pulls back slightly, extending one hand. The air shimmers around her fingers, and suddenly a bottle of expensive whiskey materializes on the nearby table—one you recognize from advertisements but have never been able to afford. "Small things are easy," she explains, her voice taking on a lecturing quality even as Jessie begins kissing down your abs. "Transforming people takes more focus. More... energy. But yes, Master. I can do it without touching the phone at all."

Jessie drops to her knees in front of you, looking up with worshipful eyes. "That's so hot," she breathes. "Our Master has a goddess serving him." Her hands stroke up your powerful thighs, but she doesn't touch your cock yet—waiting for permission.

Candy mirrors her position on your other side, kneeling so that both women flank you. "What would you like us to do, Master?" Candy asks, her breath warm against your hip. "How should we worship you?"

"I can lick your balls while she sucks your cock," Jessie suggests eagerly. "Or we can both lick it together. Or—oh! We could take turns deepthroating while the other one tells you how perfect you are."

Candy's hand wraps around your shaft, stroking slowly. "I can make myself tighter if you want to fuck me again," she offers. "Or change Jessie however you'd like. Make her tits bigger. Give her a bigger ass. Whatever would please you most."

You look down at them—these two hypersexualized women offering you literally anything you could want. The power of the app is no longer locked in a phone. It's in Candy's mind, and Candy herself is on her knees before you, absolutely devoted.

"We're yours to use however you want," Candy continues, pressing a reverent kiss to your cock. "My power, our bodies, everything. Just tell us what you desire."