Through some trial and error

Curtis knew he had to do something about this, or at least get to the bottom of it. "You love my dick," he said.

She looked at the thing and considered. "It's okay, I guess. Not bad," she said, before she seemed to realize something. "I mean 'oh yeah, this is such a great dick. I've never seen one like it," she said with an idea of dirty talk that could only come from having a circumspect understanding of porn.

He frowned. Okay, maybe magic is out. He felt stupid for thinking this could be magical, but she seemed to respond to anything he said. "Are you lying?" he asked, to be sure. Before his eyes, the dick seemed to change. It grew a little, though less than he'd have expected when later looking back on the event, but generally became more aesthetically pleasing. The skin tightened up and stopped showing his age as much, and even the hair shortened and became better groomed. His dick became prettier than his face, before his very eyes.

"Really no. I've gotta say, I've never been that into penile appearance, but you've got a pretty prick." She dropped her dirty talk voice almost immediately.

Curtis felt a thrill wash through him. It was a purely sexual thrill, with no hint at any other vice. He didn't consider how much money he could make with this, or how to alter world events. He didn't consider if those things were even possible. No, the only thing that came to mind was all of the ways he could use this power to get off. The power of making everything different with a simple yes or no question.

"Have you ever been less horny than this?" he asked. The change was immediate. The tall, middle aged woman kneeling between his legs, stroking his cock as if it were a fun game began to look at the thing hungrily. She began to relish the way it twitched in her hand.

"I don't know what's coming over me, but this is really hot Curt."

"Yeah, I bet it is. Since the moment you married Jimmy, was there ever a moment you didn't want to cheat on him with me? Have you ever found me less attractive than your husband? Is cheating not your biggest kink?" Okay, that last one was worded clumsy. So what? He knew he'd get better at phrasing things, and he'd practice when he didn't have a woman's hand around his cock.

"Fuck, was I that obvious? I've resisted for years. I've fucked guys at work, but I've resisted you for so long. When your wife... Sorry." She reached out her tentative tongue, and slowly licked up his cock by way of apology.

"That's really good. Keep going," he said, and she did. Chelsea began to suck him off, and she seemed to savor it as much as he did. When he was ready to cum, which didn't take long, he asked, "am I about to cum?" and then wasn't. When he saw her start to get discouraged, he asked, "does pleasuring me for as long as I want ever turn you off?" and she went at him with renewed passion.

They went on like this for more than 20 minutes, before he decided on how to proceed. "Did you know that our bodies are perfect sexual matches in a way that's never happened before in history, and that the more we're sexual with each other, the more we'll crave each other, and the better it'll feel?" She shook her head 'no,' but his words became true. "Did you know that such a thing was possible, that two people's bodies would react as though they were made to fuck each other?" he asked. Again, with her mouth around his cock, she shook her head 'no.' "Well it's true. That's why I've resisted you for so long. I knew that if we got started, we'd never stop. Did you know that my cum will make you feel like you love me more and more with each ounce you touch?" He asked.

Chelsea's eyes went wide and she started to pull away, but couldn't, because something at the back of her mind told her that this was right. That she had to keep going. That she had to take his cum. And he did. She drank and drank, tasting each salty spurt, and with each second she found herself going deeper and deeper on the thing, ensuring she wouldn't spill a drop.