Facing a new day

Mike's eyes shot open. In a second, he went from sleeping to as awake as he'd ever been. Pushing off the covers, he got up. No grogginess, no bleary eyes, not even a desire to stay in bed just five more minutes.

Rustling his shaggy hair back into place, he kept glancing back at the pill bottle on his nightstand. It had no markings, no insignia of any particular company. It was just a pleasant orange bottle with a screw cap.

He grabbed his phone. Ten AM. The earliest he'd gotten up in weeks. He even had a few notifications for once.

Two emails... spam and something about work. Pass. A notification... his meme reached ten upvotes. Sick, new record. And a text...

Mike damn near dropped his phone. In his hands where the digital words 'wanna go grab a movie sometime?'

Why was she asking? Was this a prank? He hadn't been pranked since highschool, and this wasn't highschool! Is it a date? No, no, no, she wants to be friends. But it could be a date. Shuddup!

As his thoughts whirled around his head, he caught a glimpse of the remote, sitting on his desk. It would be so easy, he thought, so easy to know without a doubt.

'Sounds great! I'll meet you at the place on east-street. Does Sunday work for you?'

Mike hit send and threw his phone back on his bed.

Mike walked out of his room to find his roommate, Hazel, sitting at the table eating cereal. When she caught sight of him, she jolted, nearly flinging her spoon through the nearby window.

"Who are you? And what have you done with Mike?" She cried, her spoon raised high above her grinning face.

"Oh shut up. I can wake up at a normal time whenever I want."

"Shock. Horror. Next you'll tell me you can do the dishes before we start drinking coffee out of bowls."

Mike rolled his eyes, and began to assemble his buttered toast.

"Say, if you got magic powers, what would you do with them?" Hazel said, her spoon returning to her cereal.

Mike stopped dead, "why do you ask?"

"Um, making conversation?"

"Ah, okay, yeah, cool," Mike shook his head, feeling his new cock shake around in his boxers, "I'd use them for cool things, I think"

"Jeez, sorry I asked. What were your parents killed by wizards or something?" Hazel said, waving her free hand around like it was holding a wand.

"Well, what would you use them for?" Mike shot back, his toast shooting out of the toaster to punctuate his question.

"Hmmmmm. Probably fuck everyone."

"Classy. And wouldn't you get bored of that eventually?" Mike sat down at the table, now looking right at Hazel as she mimed all sorts of magical lewd gestures.

"It's magic dude, you can just magic yourself to never be bored!"

"Riiiiight," Mike said, "and what would you say if I told you I was magic?"

"I'd say you have even less of a reason not to do the dishes," Hazel's grin faded as Mike pulled out his new remote and flicked to true.

"All the dishes are clean and back in their appropriate places."

That same shiver rippled through his body. He watched as the pile of plates, cups, bowls, and utensils in their cramped sink vanished. The empty cup in front of Hazel disappeared as well, back to one of the dozen cupboards. He flicked it back to lie.

"See, how cool's that?" Mike said, gesturing to the clean sink.

"What do you mean? You just stated fact. Like yeah, all the dishes are clean, I cleaned them," Hazel side-eyed him, "your welcome, by the way."

Mike opened his mouth, then closed it. He flicked the remote again.

"You have purple skin!" Mike cried.

Hazel's skin warped in an instant, shifting from light brown to a royal purple. Even the scar on her cheek became a lighter purple.

"Dude, are you okay? Why are yelling at me like this?"

Mike groaned, "ok, your boobs are twice as big and only you and I are aware that they changed."

In an instant, her already C cup breasts were twice as large. Her checkered shirt struggled to contain the sudden change, the buttons just barely containing the simple black bra underneath. Hazel looked down in a mixture of shock and awe.

"Holy shit," She said, turning back to Mike, "you weren't fucking with me..."

"Yeah, what do you think I should do with this?"

"My answer stands, fuck everybody!" Hazel says, a grin returning to her face as her purple fingers give the new boobs a squeeze, "you could make yourself a beefcake, right? Or just make em wanna have sex with you. You've got the power! Oh, but before you do that, could you fix my back up? I love these bad girls, but they are gonna kill my spine."

"You wanna keep em? I just did that as a joke."

"Hell yeah I'm keeping them! They look great on me," Hazel replied, rolling a finger along her strained shirt.

"Hm, alright. All women now have magical back-support so that the weight of their tits never puts strain on their bodies, no matter how big they are."

Another tingle, and Hazel was sitting up a little straighter, still pawing her breasts.

"Man that's weird. Like, I get now you're changing stuff, but I can't imagine how much that must hurt!" Hazel mimed finger guns to her head, "imagine running around with heavy boobs, that would be awful!"

"Hmmm, I feel like that'll get on my nerves. Anyone who hears me change reality will know that things have changed if I want them to."

"Oh nice, I think it worked," Hazel says, her eyes lighting up, "so how're you gonna do it?"

"Do what?"

"Everyone!"

"Well, I dunno, I wasn't really thinking about it. It's kinda why I asked," Mike said, shrugging, "I made my dick bigger, but I think I could use this to really help people."

"Mike. Mike, hun," Hazel stood up, her boobs shaking against her shirt even under the bra, and put her hands on his shoulders, "You can help people anytime. What you can also do any time is fuck the everloving shit out of the whole world."

"I mean, I guess... why do you want this so bad anyway?"

"Oh Mike, you have no idea how long I've been- well, yknow," Hazel shifted her gaze away, releasing Mike's shoulders, "I think it'd be cool."

"D-do you want me to fuck you?" Mike said, cocking his head to one side.

Hazel's eyes snapped back to him. Her mouth opened, then closed. She looked down at her exposed cleavage, then took a deep breath and nodded.

"But not like you are!" She said, just as Mike opened his mouth, "sorry, that sounded mean. I mean, it is mean. I mean, look- you can be anything! Any fantasy I've ever wanted! What gal wouldn't pass that up?"

A moment of silence hung in the air. Hazel looked away again, and Mike just stood there, his mouth hanging open.

"Well, I'd be happy to help," Mike said, nodding as if convincing himself more than her. He did feel a bit more cheerful all of a sudden, "what... what are your fantasies?"