Let's make a deal

You look at Officer Amy. She has short, mousy brown hair, a plain-looking face, a squat, flat-chested figure. Hardly worth bothering with.

But you do have Absolute Power. If you can turn oatmeal into scrambled eggs, why can't you turn a dog into a hottie?

You smile at the stoned ****-enforcement officer and wish she looked like a porn star. In seconds, her tits fill up with silicone, popping buttons off her uniform. Her hair grows out in long, curly platinum-blonde locks; her eyes get big and vapid; her cheeks more pronounced; her make-up slutty; her lips full and pouting and begging for cock.

"Well, Officer Amy," you tell her. "You've been very naughty. I should probably tell the principal or the police chief."

She looked mortified.

"But I think we can make a deal," you amend.

She looks slightly less worried.

"What sort of deal?" she asks.

"Well, if you suck me off right now, I'll forget any of this ever happened."

"Oh God!" says Amy, horrified. "Do I have to? Right here?"

You nod with a cruel smile.

"If you want to keep your job you do."

"Oh God!" she says again, looking around. "O.K., I'll do it. But you gotta promise you won't ever tell on me."

You grin.

"You trust me, don't you Amy?"

"Of course I trust you," she replies and gets down on her knees.

Of course she trusts you. She doesn't have any choice in the matter. You undo your pants and pull out your dick. It is already hard. You have enjoyed fucking around with Officer Amy's mind and body.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she says. "I must be so fucking high. I hate giving head."

"No you don't," you tell her, taking a perverse pity on her.

"I don't?" she asks, confused.

"No, you love it!" you inform her. "You love sucking cock even more than you love getting stoned! You're a crazy nympho druggie cum-slut!"

Officer Amy's eyes went wide at that information.

"Oh yeah!" she says. "I forgot!"

She giggles, then her eyes lock on your cock.

"Yummy!" she exclaims, then she opens wide and deep throats you. She gives a delighted, animal sound and begins to piston her head along your shaft. It is very, very nice. Her lips are made--or rather remade--to suck dick. You settle back and enjoy it.

It isn't long before you begin to draw attention. Mrs. McFarland, the old battle axe assistant principal, sees the wreck and comes to investigate. When she's close enough to tell that Officer Amy is fellating you, she blows a gasket and comes bellowing toward you, all 250 pounds of her reaching remarkable speed.

Amy pauses in her blow job to see what's happening.

"Don't worry about it, Amy," you tell her. "Don't pay attention to anything but my cock."

Delighted, she dutifully returns to her task.

You hold up a hand to McFarland and wish for her not to move, not to speak, to just stand there and watch. She does so. You grin at her and wave. She fumes impotently.

Officer Amy's head continues to bob. Two senior cheerleaders walk by gawking at the wreck. The blonde is Brianne, the brunette is Sheena. Their eyes get wide in horror as they realize what's happening and they turn to run off.

"Stop!" you command. "Come back. Come and watch."

The cheerleaders do as they're told. They look terrified.

"You like this," you inform them. "Watching Amy suck me off really turns you on."

Once the girls understand just how much they like watching, they smile and start to enjoy themselves. They lick their lips and giggle nervously. You know they are imagining themselves in Amy's place. Amy moans and the girls sigh. McFarland stands there, mute and pissed.

You decide the girls are over-dressed. With a thought, Brianne is wearing nothing but a pink bikini and fuck-me shoes. Sheena gets the same outfit in dark red. Just for the hell of it, you triple the size of their tits. The girls are shocked at the changes but with your encouragement, they decide to enjoy themselves. At your suggestion, each of them reaches down the other's bottom piece to stroke each other's slits.

Officer Amy is oblivious to anything but your cock. With two big-breasted bimbos in bikinis standing there fingering each other, however, other people take notice. A crowd soon gathers, mostly consisting of the students who spend their mornings in the parking lot smoking weed and trying to avoid Officer Amy. You figure it is only fair that they should enjoy the show. A thought from you and Amy's pants and panties slide down to bare her ass. Some of the bolder students approach the two cheerleaders, but a word from you and they all know they can look but not touch.

You give no such protection to Mrs. McFarland. Some of the students shy away from her when they recognize her, but soon they realize she can't move. Without any encouragement from you, a game of pose the assistant principal breaks out. Soon the fat old woman is standing on one foot, one finger up her nose, a hand down her pants, a joint between her lips. She stares daggers at you.

It's a fine way to start the morning, but more and more people keep coming. It's distracting you from Amy's marvelous effort. You look down at her and decide to reward her.

"Twelve ounces," you say, calling your shot.

Your dick goes off, pumping precisely that volume down her throat. Amy gives a delighted squeal and shudders. Brianne and Sheena coo.

Amy releases your spent dick as you push her head back, but she continues to stare at it. After a moment, you remember you told her not to pay any attention to anything else.

"You can stop concentrating just on my dick now, Amy," you tell her.

She looks up at you with a sticky smile.

"That was so yummy!" she tells you. "Now you won't tell on me, right?"

"Of course not!" you tell her. "But you might have to worry about whether or not all those guys will tell on you."

Amy turns and is shocked to see how many people have been watching her suck you off.

"Oh my God!" she exclaims.

"Don't worry, Amy." you tell her. "I'm sure they'll all take the same deal you gave me."

You look up at the crowd.

"Everybody that wants a blow job for Amy, get in line!" you tell them.

The crowd scrambles. Amy giggles.

"Goodie!" she exclaims.

A thought from you and Amy has knee pads. She's going to be there a while. Might as well be comfortable.

You look at the wrecked Viper. A thought from you and it disappears. You can always wish up a new one. So now what? You could make Brianne and Sheena's dreams come true. You could play a bit more with Mrs. McFarland. Or you could always go pay a visit to that hot secretary in the office that's always scowling at you for ogling her tits.