Make Zeke love it

Chelsea began to grow annoyed. She couldn't understand why Zeke kept complaining so much. He was being, like, totally ungrateful about his new dick! She pouted, her glossy lips pursing as she crossed her arms under her huge tits, pushing them up and straining the microkini even more than before. “Zeke, you’re being, like, SUPER boring right now!” she whined, stamping her foot in a childish act of aggression. “You’ve got this totally awesome cock, and you’re just complaining? Ugh, so not fun!”

Zeke’s face twisted in frustration, his hands gesturing wildly at the obscene bulge in his jeans. “Chelsea, this is fun, but you know I can’t live like this! I’m gonna get fired, or arrested, or... o-or laughed at! Can’t you just fix it? Make me normal again?” He could already tell he wasn't getting through to her, so he tried to compromise a little. "I don't even care about the pervert stuff... peeking on girls in the bathroom is kinda fun! B-but at least make it so my dick's not hard ALL the time!"

His pleas, of course, fell on deaf ears, as Chelsea’s doe eyes narrowed, and she huffed, clutching the wishbone tightly. “Stop being so dumb! You shouldn’t be ashamed of your big, yummy cock! You should, like, LOVE it!" Zeke’s face turned to one of complete fear, "N-no!"

But before he could squawk out even one more word in protest, his expression suddenly faltered, his eyes glazing over as the wishbone worked its magic. His hand drifted down to his jeans, slowly wrapping around the massive, throbbing cock straining against the fabric. "Nnng~" He let out a low groan as a slow, dopey grin spread across his face, his earlier panic melting into delight. “F-Fuck… you’re right, Chels” he murmured, stroking himself through his pants. “This cock is… s-so awesome. So fucking big...

She grinned as he finally accepting her gift. "That's better~! You should, like, totally thank me for giving you such an awesome dick!” The bone pulsed hotly in her hand, as Zeke muttered out a few words between each of his breathy moans. "Th-Thanks, Chelsea. You’re the best for this.”

Bunny clapped her hands, giggling. “Yay! You totally fixed him!" She bounced over to him, stroking his cock along with him. "Feels good doesn't it~?" He didn't mutter a word, just nodding as he began to stroke faster. But before he could finish, Chelsea spoke up once more. "Now, Zeke, let go of your dick for a sec... you gotta clean up this store first, ‘kay? You still have to work, remember? How about this, after you clean up this place and if you’re not busy helping someone else, you should go jerk off in the changing room. It’s what a good perv would do, right?”

The bone throbbed again, injecting her command into reality. Zeke nodded eagerly, his hand letting go of his bulge. “Yeah, totally. Clean the store, jerk off in the changing room. Got it.” His voice was hazy, probably cause his new cock was taking up 80% of his mind.

Chelsea turned to Bunny, who was adjusting her microkini and giggling at her reflection in a nearby mirror. “Here, bestie!” Chelsea said, thrusting the wishbone back into Bunny’s hands. “You take it now. I’m, like, all done with it!”

Bunny squealed, clutching the bone tightly as it warmed in her palm. “Oh my gawd, thanks, Chels! Now let's get out of here!” She twirled, her microkini barely containing her volleyball sized tits, and grabbed Chelsea’s arm. “C’mon, girlfriend, let’s go somewhere else! I think we're done with this mall! Officer Hunky, come on!”

Officer Hunky, ever obedient, began trailing behind the bimbos as they strutted out of The Slow Burn. Behind them, Zeke was already moving, his massive cock still tenting his jeans as he started picking up scattered clothes from the floor and placing the clothing racks back in position. His mind was burning with perverse desire as he finally fully accepted his new life. He glanced toward the changing room, a grin spreading across his face as he imagined slipping away to jerk off as soon as he got a free moment.