Go to a crime scene

I started with a crime scene, but that was not my original plan. I thought I would stumble on a hot mother-daughter duo in the mall, or a sexy professor walking across campus, maybe a volleyball team practicing on the beach. I had many ideas of places to visit for my first fun of the day. I came to a screeching halt and put those ideas on hold when I saw two big asses in the most unlikely place I expected to find them.

If I had passed the scene minutes sooner or later, I might not have been treated to this astonishing sight. I knew I had to act quick if I wanted to keep it.

"I wish the two women were distracted by something to the right of them."

As they stopped walking to stare, affording me a great view, I couldn't believe it. Their long ponytails, ATF police shirts and guns suggested all business, but for whatever reason they had decided to wear the tightest pants in the world. I could even see the outline of the taller tattooed blonde's cell phone in her denim jeans' back pocket! The shorter brunette latina wore more reasonable stretching black pants, but they showed off more of her butt. With asses like theirs, they had to be cockteasing the other agents something awful. I decided it was time these ladies made up for it.

"I wish the two women held hands, couldn't stop holding hands or let go of what's in their other hands, and couldn't move from the spot."

I waited for the blonde's hand to slip into the brunette's and clasp fingers before moving on with the next stage. The blonde may not have noticed, but the brunette certainly did. Her look of annoyed confusion, darting from their hands to the blonde's still distracted face, was priceless. I could tell the latina didn't like how ridiculous it made the two of them look when she wanted to come off as a tough chick. She would have plenty worse to deal with soon.

"I wish the blonde had a butt plug up her ass."

"Ah! What the hell!?" The blonde yelled and looked behind her. The back of her pants bulged with her new plug. She patted the spot, but with her right hand occupied, it didn't do much for her.

"I wish started twerking."

The bewildered officer bent at the knees, stuck her ass out and did the most unprofessional act yet of her career. Shaking her booty in her tight jeans made the plug shift around in her anus, prodding her uncomfortably. Her disgust matched her partner's as they stared at each other.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" The brunette said.

"I don't know!" The blonde shouted. "I don't know what the fuck is going on! I can't stop."

By now, other officers had noticed. The leers and whispers had the latina shifting side to side. Pulling on their joined hands didn't work. Moving her legs didn't work. Whatever she tried, she couldn't let go or get away, like she was on display next to her fellow officer.

Of course, I had to up the stakes.

"I wish the blonde made an announcement for everyone to come watch her and her pal."

A tattooed arm brough the walkie talkie to the blonde's mouth. Under her huge scrunched nose, she went through with the wish's command.

"Calling all officers. This is Caitlin Frost. Amy and I are putting on a show with our huge asses to apologize for being such cockteasing sluts. Come see us if you want to see, and maybe you'll get to do more."

"CAITLIN!" Amy screeched.

"I, I don't, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?"

Unbeknownst to the women, more of my wishes changed the setting for them. As men gathered, Caitlin's pants ripped wide open to reveal her police blue butt plug, pig tail on the end and all. Amy's pants had the words "TASE THIS, ASSHOLE" stretched across them wider than normal thanks to her size, but with the comma worn away, it looked more like a command than a statement.

"I can't stop," Caitlin begged. "Help!"

Another of my wishes got her more occupied when the butt plug became linked to every notification on her back pocket cell phone.

Poor Amy, meanwhile, had escaped my wishes up until now, on purpose. She may not have carried out my will like Caitlin, but standing next to her partner hand-in-hand allowed her to stew in the humiliation of being associated with this spectacle. She didn't have to do anything and already she was being branded as a tasteless slut just by appearing to stand by in support of Caitlin. It didn't help when the cameras started rolling, from cell phones and otherwise.

Amy looked over her shoulder in horror. "Stop filming, stop! I'm not with her."

"Why are you standing next to your girlfriend while she's doing it then?" one man asked. "Is this what they taught you in training, or are you natural skanks?"