Clothing Store

You make your way to your place of work: a clothing store that focuses on upscale casual wear for young consumers. You hate the customers but the staff are surprisingly cool, and in interest of your new powers, the store hires equally between the genders.

Which didn't help much today as only one young woman was in, and you'd only rarely worked with her. A short blonde name Cate, plump 32C breasts (as you "wished" to know, also that she was 24 years old) with a good allocation of ass, but her face was damn-near ugly. You greet everyone and decide to just chill for about 30 minutes, letting your cock and libido recharge while pretending that your life is normal.

Once those 30 minutes were up, Cate had a sudden realization as she was folding some shirts: she absolutely needs to suck your cock right now. It didn't matter how she was going to do it, or how strange it was that she would randomly choose you, or that she'd never sucked cock before; she just knew she needed to. She contemplated for a moment, becoming more nervous as she made her way to you. You began folding clothes yourself, out of earshot of anyone else, for some privacy.

"Hey..." Cate trailed. "I need your help in the back room. Okay?" to which you simply nod and smile knowingly. As you follow her into the back, you wish to know if she ever gave a blowjob. She had not. You worried that it would suck and you would just accept it for what it is, but then you realized you could just wish to make her the best cock sucker in the world. So you do. You almost expected something to change in her physical appearance or at least her manner, but nothing changes as she brings you to a supply closet in the back. You wish for no one to interrupt you.

Her face is beat red and she's very nervous. "I uh... I really need. Ugh. God." she lets her hand do the talking, pointing to your crotch as you feign confusion. You ask if she wants to play with your cock. "Ah, I need to... to suck on it." her voice croaks. You allow her. She gets on her knees and--

Hooooooooooly shiiiiiiiit. You literally are having the best blowjob in the world. Zeus himself would cum to this in under a minute... you think quickly, wishing that you'll only orgasm when you wish to, from now on. The pressure in your cock is intense, unlike any human has ever experienced without release. Your own knees buckle but she keeps right on you, her mouth working your cock as you lay back on the floor of the supply closet. You squeeze her breasts through the bra; she raises her eyebrows but continues the blowjob. Technically you didn't say she'd be okay with being molested. Who cares, anyway, after seven minutes, this is fucking amazing and it's also just too god damn much, so you finally wish to orgasm.

It may be true that no human has ever orgasmed that much sperm into any orifice in the history of mankind. Cate swallows it all, as the Perfect Blowjob Giver would. You both just relax in the closet. "I really should get back to work now..." she says awkwardly and leaves. You decide to make her aware she gives the best blowjobs a human can, but also make her forget she just gave you one. She attributes the taste of semen in her mouth and throat to a generally strong, omnipresent desire to suck cock at any given time; a trait which you just gave to her. You also wished no one would turn her down or think it strange if she requests to suck their cock.

You decided to chill with your powers for the rest of the work session... well, except for that one teenager who you wished the size of breasts would grow to her preferred size; you felt bad. Poor thing went from a nearly flat 28A to a 36B.

Days passed. You did whatever you wanted to anyone. A snotty waitress paid for your meal and offered a consolatory titfuck for her bad service. A conservative mother realized how much she loves wearing skirts and skimpy underwear. An older, chubby nerdy woman lost ten pounds over night and all acne disappeared.

Playing on your phone, you remembered the young attractive woman that you increased the cup size of by four letters. She must be obsessed with finding you for a fuck right now, which is what you could really use on this dull, overcast Sunday morning.