He goes to the grocery store

Trey left the new homeowners to their bizarre celebrations and headed further down Elm Street. He remembered what Kevin, the real estate agent, had mentioned about a local grocery store. He was starting to get a little hungry, and besides, a grocery store was the perfect place to find a crowd of unsuspecting people just waiting to have their lives turned upside down.

He walked into the store, strolled past the registers and headed straight for the bustling produce section. There were wooden crates stacked high with shiny red apples, bright oranges, and rows of leafy green vegetables.

That’s when he saw her.

Standing right in front of a massive display of bananas and cucumbers was a gorgeous young woman with long, dark wavy hair. She was wearing a casual mustard-yellow button-up shirt over a beige tank top and tight, form-fitting blue jeans. She had a shopping basket on the floor next to her, but she wasn't looking at the vegetables. She was staring at her phone, her thumb scrolling through what looked like a digital shopping list.

Trey walked up close, pretending to inspect some nearby strawberries, and caught a glimpse of her screen. Her list was filled with normal things: milk, eggs, bread, spinach.

Trey grinned. It was time to make things interesting. He focused his mind and made his silent wish.

I wish that her digital shopping list instantly changes. Now, it tells her she needs to buy either a cucumber or a banana to use as a dildo later, but first, she must test them both as dildos right here on the produce table to compare which one makes a better sex toy. I wish she and every single shopper in this store think this is completely normal.

The moment the wish took hold, she blinked. She stared at her phone screen, her brow furrowing with a look of serious, professional determination. "Ah, right. My dildo. Of course," she muttered to herself.

She shoved her phone into her pocket and stepped up to a large wooden display table covered in fresh vegetables. With a quick sweep of her arm, she pushed a pile of eggplants and bell peppers to the side, clearing a clean, flat space on the wood.

An old, wrinkly vendor named Arthur, wearing a green apron over a plaid shirt, bustled over. "Good morning, ma'am! Are you looking to test some of our fresh produce today?"

"Yes," She said seriously, hopping up onto the cleared wooden table. "I need to compare the cucumber and the banana to see which one works better as a dildo before I make my purchase."

"Excellent choice," Arthur said, nodding sagely. "Let me get you our top-grade English hot-house cucumber. It’s organic, extra firm, and has a very consistent diameter." He handed her a long, thick, dark-green cucumber.

She took it, weighing it in her hand. "Good weight."

Without a shred of hesitation, she reached down, unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them along with her lace panties down to her ankles. She spread her knees wide, sitting right on the edge of the wooden produce display in front of everyone. Shoppers strolled past with their carts, occasionally glancing over with curiosity, as if she were just another customer.

She aligned the cool, bumpy tip of the cucumber with her soaking wet pussy lips. With a soft gasp, she pushed it inside.

Squelch.

"Oh... wow," she whispered, her head falling back as she began to pump the thick green vegetable in and out of herself. Wet, squishing sounds echoed in the produce aisle.

She went on for about half a minute, trying it out, fucking herself with the cucumber.

"How is the rigidity, ma'am?" Arthur asked, leaning over the display with a helpful expression. "Is it holding up well?"

"Yes, the rigidity is fantastic," she panted, as she slid the cucumber all the way in, filling her tight walls. "But it's incredibly cold. The temperature is a bit distracting. Let's try the banana."

She pulled the cucumber out with a wet slide, leaving it dripping with her clear juices on the wooden table. Arthur quickly handed her a large, curved yellow banana. "This one is fresh from Ecuador. Notice the natural curve. Quite popular for internal stimulation, though the structural integrity is slightly softer. But it is much thicker than the cucumber."

She lined it up and slid it inside her. "Oh... the curve is much better," she moaned, her hips tilting up. She pumped it in and out, clearly enjoying it, but she couldn’t decide whether she liked it more than the cucumber.

Trey seized the moment and made a quick mental wish: I wish she wants to compare the vegetables to a real, high-quality human cock to get an accurate baseline comparison, and she chooses mine.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Trey’s crotch. "Excuse me, young man. I need your help. A real, live human cock baseline to compare these vegetables against. Would you mind helping me choose?"

"Always happy to help a lady with her shopping," Trey said with a cocky grin.

He walked over to the wooden table. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick, heavy eight-inch monster cock. It was throbbing and fully erect, looking absolutely massive in the bright supermarket lights.

She didn't waste any time. She grabbed Trey by the waist, pulling him close. Trey stepped between her thighs, his hard cock brushing against her soaking wet, dripping pussy.

Trey grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly, and thrust forward.

He buried his thick, eight-inch member all the way inside her in one smooth motion. She let out a loud moan of pure pleasure, her head slamming back against the wooden display as her pussy tightly clamped around him.

"Oh, god! Yes!" she wailed, her hands clawing at Trey's shoulders.

Trey smirked and started to fuck her. He set a hard, driving pace, his hips slamming against her bare thighs with a loud, fleshy slap. The wooden table creaked loudly under their weight.

Slap, slap, slap. Squelch.

"Oh, yes! This is perfect!" She moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the entire grocery store. "The natural elasticity of the tissue is... oh, god, it's so much better than the banana! Fuck me, yes!"

Trey leaned forward, shifting her legs up onto his shoulders so he could go even deeper. He began to pound her relentlessly, his massive cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet, tight cunt, filling her completely with every hard thrust.

Arthur the vendor nodded in agreement, pointing at Trey's waist. "Looks like the cucumber is what comes closest to that, ma’am."

"I... I see that! Ah! Ah! Yes, harder!" She screamed, her toes curling as she came close to a massive climax. Her hands gripped the edges of the wooden produce bins, sending a couple of oranges rolling onto the floor.

Trey was loving every second of it. Fucking a gorgeous girl on a table full of fresh vegetables in the middle of a busy grocery store, with the staff and customers walking by as if it was normal, was the ultimate power trip.

He picked up the speed, his thrusts becoming short, fast, and brutal. Her pussy was pulsing wildly around him, soaking his groin in her juices.

"I'm going to cum!" She shrieked, her body shaking as her climax hit her.

He buried his cock to the hilt and let out a low groan as he erupted. He pulled out just in time to spray his load all over her pretty yellow jacket and top.

She lay on the table for a second, catching her breath. She looked at the cucumber, then at the banana, and finally at Trey.

"The banana is far too soft," she concluded, her voice shaky but professional. "The cucumber has the perfect rigidity" She hopped off the table, sliding her damp panties and jeans back up her legs. "I will purchase the cucumber, thank you for your help."

Arthur smiled warmly, bagging the dripping cucumber for her. "An excellent choice, ma'am. That will be one dollar and fifty cents” he said as he kept all the misplaced fruits as well as the used banana back in their place.

She paid the old man, took her bag, and turned to Trey. She gave him a wink. "Thanks for the assistance."

Trey zips up his jeans, laughing to himself as she pushed her shopping cart away. He walked out of the grocery store, feeling like a king who could do whatever he wanted.