Having fun with "touch" power

Even though he didn't need to ("I wish it didn’t matter how much sleep we got because we would always be perfectly well-rested when we woke up"), Ernest spent all of Saturday morning in bed. He had a lot of thinking to do, and he finally gave himself the time to do it.

"Listen, Redmond," he told himself. "You've got a magic genie who can change the entire world with a single command. You seriously fucked things up when you let things get out of control. So you're going to have to stay focused. Make some rules and stick to them. You're in no rush to transform the world. Take things slow, man."

Ernest reviewed what he'd accomplished so far. He couldn't get sick or hurt, his family was extremely wealthy, and he now sported a fantastically large cock that could become hard at will and blast endless loads of cum. Perhaps most importantly, with a mere thought (as well as his physical touch), Ernest could cause any person to feel any degree of arousal. Ernest knew his genie could grant him many more powers ... but he felt that this one had more room to explore.

"Let's take the weekend to just see what we can do with this power, OK?" he told himself. "New rule: No more wishes until Monday!"

He felt good about his new resolve and also excited about what he might do with his special "touch" power. He got out of bed, showered and dressed, and slipped the keys to his "new" car into his pocket. It was 2:00 on Saturday afternoon. Somehow, Ernest had convinced himself that by not making any more wishes, his using magic to **** people to become sexually aroused against their will was actually the right thing to do.

"Where to, Redmond?" he asked himself.