Go help out the Product Rep by modifiying her product a little...

The urge to try changing and creating physical objects with your new power is too much to resist, and an idea of how to test it was beginning to take shape in your mind…

You spot the dark haired product rep again. Her face is pasted with a wide artificial smile as she calls out to the three women in workout clothes and gestures at her table of yogurt samples. They ignore her as they pass chatting with each other and you decide it’s time to liven her evening up a little…

Slipping silently towards her you look down at the product on the table. It’s just another low-fat yogurt claiming to contain acidophilus and other ‘good bacteria’. God, how many other brands were trying the same marketing ploy? It is no wonder that no-one is taking any interest in it, or her.

Well, you think to yourself as the idea solidifies, I can change that… and you slip closer to the product rep until you are standing right at her back.

“You’re taking entirely the wrong approach you know.” You say quietly and the poor woman jumps with surprise at the unexpected sound of your voice so close behind her.

“Wha-what?” she stammers in shock, looking a little confused.

“Well… you have a great product here,” you tell her smiling as wide and insincerely as a used-car salesman. “Look here, it says on the packaging, ‘Product has an addictive taste and contains fat-blasting quick-slimming bacteria, nutrients to increase desirable tissue growth and vitamins that promote healthy skin and hair.’ That sounds good doesn’t it?”

She looks confused and stares hard at the yogurt container on the table. Sure enough it says everything you claim it does, though it didn’t say anything of the sort a few seconds ago before you had worked your perverse magic on it.

“It does?” she asks uncertainly as she picks up her sample jar to examine it, “Well yeah, I guess it does… but wait, what’s this disclaimer?”

She looks closer at the jar, trying to read some small print and your wicked smile widens a little more.

“Just some legal mumbo-jumbo, it’s not your concern.” You tell her with mock sincerity, “Who is going to worry about possible side effects like ‘a drop in cognitive function’ or ‘lowering of inhibitions’ or even ‘increased libido’ with the benefits on offer? That last warning even sounds like a selling point to me…”

The product rep looks uncertain so you put the **** of your mind behind your next statement.

‘Don’t worry about the little details, this product sells itself.” You state firmly, looking intently into her widening brown eyes, “All you have to do is get people to try it, so get it out there and let them taste it!”

Her eyes only cloud for a moment before she whips about and seizes a sample cup off of the table. Standing up straighter than before, she holds the small sample of yogurt aloft; her whole body quivering with a new energy and the driving desire to spread the word about her amazing new brand of yogurt.

“Ladies, a moment please!” She cries at the retreating back of the three middle-aged gym junkies. They turn in surprise at the sound of her voice, so full of **** and excitement.

“Come taste this amazing new yogurt, it is truly a miracle of modern food science!” The tanned brunette is almost trembling now with her **** need to push her new product. “It’s fast acting fat-blasting bacteria will eat away at your cellulite, slimming you as you have never been slimming before!”

The three women look uncertainly at each other but then turn and slowly make their way back to the saleswoman as she keeps talking.

“It’s packed with nutrients to promote body growth in those parts of you that your husband loves best!” She says, grinning manically and winking lewdly at this point, making two of the young check-out girls giggle before they abandon their check-outs and wander over.

“…and it’s guaranteed to make your skin firmer and hair shiner than it’s ever been before or your money back!” Her fast talking pace is beginning to sound like that of a wild west snake-oil peddler but you can’t deny that it is working. Even the tubby old battle-axe of a store manager has stalked over to see the show.

“If you don’t believe me, come have a free taste! With a flavour like this I assure you that you’ll be coming back time and time again for more!”

The three spandex clad women look down at the sample cups skeptically and you get your first good look at them. Two bottle-blondes and a dusky brunette, all pushing their early to mid thirties and both blondes are clearly sporting perfect tans that could only come from a solarium. All three are clearly trying hard to fight the inevitable signs of aging, as you might expect in women as vain as they appear to be.

Trophy house wives and stay-at-home mothers you figure as you look at their softly swollen thighs and once firm bellies now beginning to show hints of bulge. Trying to cling to the last of their youthful beauty through any means their wealthy husbands could afford. You don’t doubt that an army of personal trainers, celebrity nutritionists and plastic surgeons would account for their still toned limbs, tight firm asses and trim waists but as attractive as they undeniably were, they were still showing the softness of middle age.

But that would soon change…

“What’s all this fuss about Cassandra?” snaps the white haired store manager Elizabeth pushing her way to the front of the gathering crowd.

“Here Lizzy!” Exclaims Cassandra, the fast-talking product rep pressing a sample cup into the older lady’s hand, “Firmer skin means less wrinkles for you, my girl! Quick acting too, so taste away!”

The crowd murmurs uncertainly and the brunette housewife turns to her blonde friends with an amused smile and a cocked brow;

“Well girls, what have we got to lose?”

They all take up sample cups under Cassie the product reps keen gaze and sniff at them before smiling at each other.

“Bottoms up!” laughs one of the blondes before they all take a large spoonful each and pop it into their mouths.

You step back away from the crowded table, smiling as you wait for the fun to begin…