Going with the flow. For now.

The two of you rush down the corridors, but Casey is no longer heading to the breakfast room. Instead she steers you towards the exit, and soon you are marching on the pathway towards your college's main building. For a moment, you ponder your situation. You know that a lot has changed for you last evening - to the point that you're now Casey's "wing-girl". That is not something you ever wanted, but just the thought of not having her in your bed again, makes you consider your next choices. Sure, you have ultimate wishing powers - probably - but who knows how long that will last? Casey is HOT, and she is rich.

There is a temptation in that. You could show her her proper place as your unworthy servant girl. Subjugating not just her, but also her father who blackmailed you, and having control over his huge fortune to do what you want. With a single wish, or maybe two, you could achieve that dream. What is stopping you from being Empress of the world? Sure, that voice that granted you your wishing power, had asked you to start small. And why did you even think "Empress"? Isn't that a bit too soon? Why not first become the head of a fraternity on campus. Oh wait, as a girl, you would lead a sorority. Is that small enough?

There is so much potential that you have to suppress a maniacal laughter.

"You didn't get the forms yet, right?" Casey asks you over her shoulder, catching you entirely on the wrong foot. You hurry up to be right by her side again. Maybe just go with the flow for now. It's not as if Casey has any real power over you. "Um. Which forms?"

Casey rolls her eyes in your direction, and you both make a sharp turn towards the admin section. She barges into the student counseling room, which is currently unattended. Casey knows exactly where to go apparently, swooping towards a table with stacks of various paper forms and returns to you, pressing three pink sheets into your hand. "Here."

An elderly man, one of the student counselors, appears in another door frame. "Who... oh, Ms. Wentworth. We're not open yet, can't you wait..."

"No." Casey interrupts him. "And this isn't about me anyway. My friend here wants to change her majors as well. We just had to get the forms, and will hand in our choices later." she smiles sweetly.

The old college administrator sighs. "You two should have considered your educational choices months ago, instead of applying only to switch majors. Do you know how much paperwork this is, Ms. Wentworth? And you... oh. Ms Doe, you are an out-of-state student. There are restrictions to changing majors..."

"We'll get back to you this afternoon, Mr. Fruhtiger!" Casey says cheerfully and waves him goodbye, already leaving the room. "Emcey, you got your forms now, we'll fill them next break." she already advances another corridor, but at least she slows down to let you catch up again. You breathe in and decide again to not make any rash wishes. Go with the flow.

"Casey, Emcey!" Someone runs behind you, and you turn to see Ashley, out of breath and holding a tray with lunchboxes, cups and a bottle. "Sorry Casey, I got your message too late, but here you go!" Casey checks the clock and shrugs. "We have eleven minutes left, that's good enough. Diet Coke?"

You blush a bit as you see Ashley's getup. She is wearing shiny orange pumps, orange pantyhose, a latex microskirt with her slip showing underneath, and a tight latex top that stops right below her tits. Her hair is bound up into two sexy orange braids. You're not the only one **** to expose her belly. You feel your tock getting hard just from watching Ashley move.

"Here you go, and the veggie sandwich with extra tomato." Ashley hands her a purple lunchbox. "And this is Emcey's milkshake..." Ashley presses a pink cup with a straw into your hand, followed by an open thermos bottle. "... and a carrot soup. Careful, it's still a bit hot, but I remembered to puree it properly."

Carrot soup? In a pink thermos bottle? You glance hungrily at the sandwiches the other girls have in their hands. And then you remember your whole mouth situation. Oh shit, you are a freak! If you had a sandwich, you couldn't even chew! The tip of your tock enters your vision, and just seeing it makes your tock larger again!

"Eh! Emcey, don't cause a scene!" Casey hisses at you, and shoves you around a corner, along a corridor and into the second empty classroom. You've never been in this corridor before. "We're lucky that this remedial class is so damn early! And now slurp your soup!"

Embarrassed, you try to fit your tongue-penis into the thermos bottle. It fits smoothly, and the taste of the vegetable soup isn't bad at all, as you slurp it with your tock-hole. The thick fluid flows through your penis, past all your taste buds. The soup is slightly above body-temperature, and you feel comfortably warm as it runs down into your throat. So this is how you're going to eat from now on?

While you're still gulping the soup down, a whole swarm of students file into the room, chatting and joking and then making room for the professor.