Jessica Gets What She Wants

Still trembling from the first orgasm since Ernest’s potency-enhancing wish, Jessica Edwards had managed to get to the student parking lot without witnesses. The security guard meant to be on duty wasn’t; even if he was, Jessica doubted she’d stop for him, lest she be assaulted by yet another adult meant to watch over her and the other fornicating students of Eastlake High. With the coast clear, she ran past the student parking, past the school limits, and towards her well-to-do neighborhood... and on her way she was shown the depths of Ernest’s reckless wishing.

Cars were pulled over here and there with couples, trios, and sometimes whole car-fulls of people now trapped in loops of exhausted sex. Jessica recognized her elderly neighbors, each prone to pleasant drives in their area, now engaged in a sweaty, loud exchange of fluids. The teen did her best not to think about the image—of bare, flapping flesh trembling in pleasure—now burned into her eyes. Her house was just a few minutes away by foot, but those minutes were hours if Ernest kept wishing up a storm while she-

I wish poisons would affect me how I wanted them to.

The wish put a jolt in her jog, but she fought through it as she got to the next block. Why did he want to be poisoned?! The thought immediately felt silly: probably for **** or ****, though that immediately led her down some paranoid track of-

I wish she knew how much I wanted her.

... and as she had feared: the slurred, garbage wish came to her along with ideas and sensations not willed by her own brain. Jessica’s mind couldn’t be controlled or changed... but it could be informed, and the information came to her in waves of images, wants, and reckless fantasies: he masturbated to her dozens of times, each time ranging from an intimate, romantic exchange to kinky bondage where either topped the other. One fantasy, of Jessica swollen with child while wearing a wedding veil, girdles, and nothing else, sent a chill down the teen’s back. Her face was so idyllic as Ernest sat by her side, suckling on her swollen breasts. Another fantasy, a violent fuck as she threw him on the desk and mounted him like a beast in an empty classroom. One more fantasy, of both of them barking like dogs in heat as he rutted her in a shadowed meadow. The sheer desire he had for her was... terrifying.

Oh my God! Jessica shook her head; she couldn’t have even imagined that this train of pornography was what went through the boy’s mind! Was this normal?! It couldn’t be! Was Brad like this?! The fantasies looped on these themes—love, possession, family-making, dom/sub relationships that switched over and over again—as the truth of his desire burrowed into her mind until she surely knew it. She had to get home and fast... even if just for a change of clothes, a phone, and her plea for him to stop. But could she even face him?! If this was how he saw her, then-!

I wish your tits were huge!

Jessica leaned against the traffic light poll as she tried to focus on calming down. Moisture was running down her inner legs at this point; a jogging man leered at her briefly but, blissfully, moved on before his instincts could kick in. Jessica was in danger as long as she kept looking and smelling like...

... Smelling like...

I wish your tits we’re back to normal!

“JesuuuuuUuuuss!” The epiphany, and the other kick of stimulation, hit simultaneously. She had been too drunk on scents and pleasures before, but now with the fresh air... it hit her. His pheromones were... normal now! “That’s... that’s so unfair-!”

I wish my cock was bigger!

“-rrRrrrr!” She gasped the last bits of her outburst as her body began to heat up as another orgasm began to build. “Not here, I’m in the middle of-!”

I wish she was here to join us.

Jessica braced for horror until she realized that she wasn’t the "she" wished for... but then who?!

I wish she was totally fine with us fucking.

Jessica hugged the pole for dear life as her thighs squeezed together. She gasped as she felt it coming-!

I wish you two were just like madly in love with each other.

“Haaa.... haaa...!” The short, ****, and ragged gasps dripped from Jessica’s mouth as she held onto the steel like a lover ready to drop her from a dizzying height. More of her cum dribbled down until it began to soak the rim of her fresh socks; her panties were a token dam at this point. She had to get out of here before some other overpowering brute bothered her... and more, her house was still three blocks away.

A minute passed without more wishes; the beast was satiated at last, Jessica had wrongly guessed. She proceeded on the cautious, path home, her thighs gliding together as they never had before.

10 minutes later...

The secret key to get back into her house had rarely come in handy, but then so rarely was her purse stolen or her house devoid of people. She was grateful for their absence now, however: the thought of running into her father or her stepmother in the buff or, worse, in the mood to do whatever they would-

"Don’t think about it, Jessica." She told herself this aloud and inside as she found herself on the verge of tears. The door closed behind her... and she was safe and alone, at last, from the world of random sexual **** and casual ****.

She wanted more than anything to let herself slide down the wall of her living room, collapsing into a whimpering heap, but she had to get to her bedroom... had to check her phone cloud backup... and had to get Ernest’s number so she could call him on her home phone and finally put an end to this madness. She found the main staircase, still suspiciously clean after last night’s festivities, and slowly rose as she tried to make sure not to drip on the staircase carpet.

A sudden surge... but no wish. Nothing explained the violent kick of the instantaneous orgasm that threw Jessica to her knees as she moaned and drooled on the floor. What was this?! It had to be his power to make anyone cum at will, but... why her?! Why now?! She barely managed to grope at the stairs as another orgasm hit. She was too ecstatic to worry about the consequences, given his other wish about what each orgasm would mean in the future, but she still had enough sense to keep trying to get up there and call her Master. Orgasms or no, she had to get up these steps-

A third orgasm. Her body no longer squirted; she was spent somewhere between the last wish he made and arriving here, and now it was just a matter of her athletic body flexing as she was rocked by seemingly nothing at all. It had to be Ernest just... willing orgasm after orgasm into her. Why?!

A fourth orgasm."Haaabaaahaha!" Her complaints came in ****, hysterical panting as she tried to run up the stairs on her hands and knees, stumbling as she went, staining who-the-Hell-cares as she did everything she could to stop from losing herself into a gibbering, dehydrated state. Her entire body was alight; she was short of breath; she had practically run a marathon with just her pussy.

A fifth orgasm. "Stahp, STOP, MastahaAAAhh!" she pleaded to the deaf god of screaming orgasms. Somewhere else, Ernest had continued to will these into her... but then, as if to be the cherry on top...

I wish no one got hurt because of orgasms I cause!

The caress of his latest wish was barely a drop in the bucket that had come to pass, but Jessica bucked and shivered all the same. Her soaked underwear was getting chilly now, and she thought to remove them, stains be damned, right there on the halfway point of her stairs. She glanced up at the landing above—some miles away, it felt like—and struggled to rise and grab her railing for a **** march upwards.

I wish Jessica was totally safe, refreshed, and comfortably settled in wherever she wants with whatever she wants, really!

Jessica blinked at her bathroom... and stared at the bathroom ceiling from where she laid in her tub full of steaming hot water. The warmth sunk into her bones and relieved her flesh. She was already clean, she could tell: the matted hair on her head was now conditioned and ready for a final soak, and her douche was still wet from the proper scrubbing she had given herself... although she couldn’t remember doing so.

But she had wanted to.

All the same, she was left gasping from the titillation of the useful wish. “Ernest, what the... fuck are you doing...?” Jessica moaned her words as she glanced into her bedroom through the open door. There, waiting on her bed, was a perfectly folded set of one of her new outfits—a gift from her stepmom—with its telltale pink frills and the stylish black jeans with flared bottoms. Ernest’s wish had gotten oddly particular with how perfectly he wanted her day to go... and she sighed with some relief now that she could, at last, weather the coming storm fully bathed and...

A green glint.

Her head turned to follow her drifting eyes... and she stared, slack-jawed, at the small wooden box waiting within arm’s reach on the edge of her tub.

It was open, displaying its prize.

The ring’s emerald eye winked at her with its sparkle.

Whatever she wants.

It took a moment more to register: she just said his name... his real name.