On the Way to the Mall

A city bus stops at the corner right in front of you to let a couple of men off. You notice the destination sign indicates that it's heading for the mall, so you take that as an omen and get on. You magically create some quarters and dump them into the farebox next to the driver -- magically enchanting one so that the next person who touches it will become nearly irresistible to the opposite sex.

As you walk down the aisle, looking approvingly at the skimpy outfits being worn by the women on board, you suddenly remember that you left your Viper parked in a one-hour zone -- and then you catch yourself and chuckle. Your absolute power means not having to worry about such things anymore.

You sit down in the seat that runs all the way across the back of the bus, in the middle so that there's plenty of floor space in front of you. You first wish that, if any women on the bus have never given a blowjob, that the best-looking one of them will walk back and kneel in front of you.

You're a little bit surprised when a cute, young Latina gets up and starts walking down the aisle carrying a backpack over one shoulder. She's wearing a sweatshirt from the local community college, abbreviated such that the lower hem is just below her breasts, along with a short pleated skirt, thigh-high sheer white stockings, and high-heeled Mary Janes on her feet. Reading her mind a bit, you learn that her name is Rose Jimenez, she's 19 years old, she's in her second semester studying engineering, but she didn't have class today so she decided to go to the mall and look around.

She puts her backpack on the seat next to you and kneels as you wish that no one else on the bus will notice anything particularly unusual -- and then you wish that the floor of the bus was made of a slightly softer material. Rose looks up at you, a confused expression on her face.

"What's the matter?" you ask.

She answers, "I just felt like I suddenly wanted to come back here and kneel in front of you, but I don't know why."

You tweak her mind just a little bit as you say, "Well, Rose, that's because I decided it was about time you give someone a blowjob."

"Oh, my goodness!" she says, and puts her hand to her mouth, but then takes it away almost immediately so she can continue talking. "I've always been curious about it -- I mean, what girl hasn't -- but I've never had time for boys, because my grandmother always demanded I study, study, study, and now that I'm the first one in the family to go on to college, I -- hey, should we really be doing this in public on the bus? I mean --"

You hold up your hand and sound stops coming out of her mouth, although her lips keep moving until she realizes what's happened and looks scared. "Don't worry," you tell her. "You'll get your voice back eventually. And to answer your last question, you think people kissing on the bus is okay, right? Well, this is just kissing my cock."

You've been so aroused by the transformations you've been doing that when you pull down your zipper, your dick emerges hard, swollen, and practically red and throbbing. Rose just stares. "What are you waiting for?" you ask. "It goes in your mouth. Work on it with your tongue."

She leans forward, tentatively puts her mouth around the head, and gives it an experimental lick. God, that feels good. "Well, come on," you say. "Go deeper. It's okay for you to hold onto it if you need to." She moves forward just a little bit. "Go ahead and lick the bottom -- unngh!" You come and start spurting out semen. She quickly scoots back, and the gushing fluid sprays all over her face and her shirt. She fell out of her kneeling position, so she's now sitting cross-legged, your white spunk dripping off her chin. She wipes some off with her hand, looking disgusted, until you suggest, "Swallow it." You can see her gulp whatever's in her mouth, and suddenly she's a lot happier. She licks off her hand.

Damn it, you screwed up -- obviously, you were so ready to burst that you couldn't hold on, but a quick application of your power could have prevented that. And you should have made it so that she could still moan and make other noises -- you realize you don't like things to be completely silent.

You look out the window and realize the bus is nearing the mall anyway. Rose has got her shirt up to her mouth, sucking out your juices, but she stops when you start to talk. "I'm sorry, I know that could have gone a little better for both of us. I'm going to give you a full scholarship to Harvard, and that includes everything -- room and board, your books, even some spending money." She looks surprised and happy. "And you can talk again, of course."

"Oh, thank dju," she says, and suddenly realizes she's speaking with an exaggerated, stereotypical accent. "What's goin' on? What did dju do to Rosita's voice?"

"Made it so you won't talk as much, because you're embarrassed at not having a very good command of English," you explain. "That'll probably make things hard for you in your classes, too, but don't worry. You'll find that all your teachers -- professors and grad students, male and female -- will be happy to receive a blowjob or more in exchange for bumping your grades up."

She says something angrily in Spanish, but you look at your watch without really reading the time and say, "Hey, I think you should be in class." With that, you teleport her to Massachusetts, into her new life.

The bus stops at the mall, and the few remaining passengers start filing out. You follow them down the sidewalk towards the mall entrance and start thinking about what you'll do here.