Miley Cyrus

John thought about Miley Cyrus. Ever since she stopped being Hannah Montana, she was on a mission to prove she was an adult and no longer a child actress by thrusting her sexuality and adult lifestyle into the public's face. Whether it was twerking at awards show or humping giant bongs, John was tired of her act.

John used his new powers and found Miley asleep in her bedroom at her Hollywood condo. He smiled as he sat down on the bed next to her. "Let's see," he mused to himself tapping his chin. "How about this? Even though pot is not normally addictive, it is to y_ou _now. You will crave getting high three times a day at least, and when you're high, you are not only extremely hungry, but you're _extremely _horny. You will never buy pot, but exchange sex for pot." He smiled as he watched the sleeping starlet. "Also, you feel you only have to shower once a week and don't care about laundry or wearing clean clothes. Fire your maid; you don't care if your place is a mess. All you care about is getting stoned, having sex, and eating junk food. You also like to brag on social media about your **** use and sexual activity."

Miley stirred in her bed. Her new lifestyle was no embedded in her brain.

John smiled. He wondered how long it would take Miley to become a slovenly, disgusting, overweight pot addicted sex maniac.