Katy Perry

You walk into the kitchen and find that everyone you've invited was already there. Some are hanging outdoors on your balcony/pool area. Your dick was twitching hard and seemingly magnetizing to everyone at once. Figuring that they were completely getting in the way, you take your jeans off and let your cock hang free. After giving your genitals some breathing room, you approach the lovely miss Katy Perry.

Before exchanging a single syllable, you yank the top of her dress down to reveal her massive tits.

"That's a little better. Hey, Katy! How're you?"

"Oh, I'm doing pretty good. Glad I could come to the party! Yourself, sir?"

"I'm doing better now that your tits are out. You should never have those covered up. If ya got it, flaunt it, ya know?"

"You, think? Aww. I'm pretty stoked that you think that you like them, haha. Do you want me to keep them out?”

“I’d actually be pretty pissed if you didn’t, so those puppies better be hangin’ on display the rest of the night.”

"Alrighty! Whatever you say, Mr. Thomas. By the way, I like your cock if you don’t mind saying of course.”

“Well you better, because I’m gonna be pumping it in your ass later tonight. Also, another thing I want you to do. Tomorrow, I want you to get some breast implants first thing in the morning. Right now you’re a 32DD, I believe?”

She nods her head in confirmation.

“Awesome. Well, as nice as they are, they need to be fucking huge. I think you should do 34HH. After you get them done, I want you to text me a picture of them. I can get your number, right?”

“Oh, yeah of course! I was thinking that since your probably gonna be slamming my pussy all the time you should have it.”

"You’re goddamn right,” you think to yourself.

“Alright thanks, you vapid, bimbo piece of meat. I’m gonna go see some of these other whores I invited, and remember, 34HH.”

Before making your way to the next victim, you make another request.

“And Once you get it done, the media’s obviously gonna be all over you for it. If they ask, I want you to say it was your idea. I want you to tell them that you really want men to notice you for your body more instead of your music. I also want you to encourage all your young female fans to get implants as well.”

“I’m pretty damn sure I can do that. I guess it wouldn’t be entirely true, but I’ll do it for you."

You immediately use your power to manipulate her opinion. Let’s try that again, Ms. Perry.

“Actually, fuck it. The more men look at my tits, the happier I am, and my fans should feel the same way. I want all of them to feel sexy, and approved by all the guys at their schools. I think this is a sweet idea. Thanks, Mr. Thomas.

Something about today just couldn’t wipe that stupid grin off your face.