Testing the Merchandise

"Uh, yeah, you on top sounds fine to me," you say. You sit down on the mattress and take off your shoes as Nikki slides her skirt down, revealing that she's not wearing any underwear. She's got a curly brown forest between her thighs, but a thought from you and she's now clean-shaven, revealing brown lips surrounding an inviting pink pussy. You notice some razor stubble on her legs, and with another thought, you permanently eliminate her body hair and tan lines, leaving her with smooth, evenly-toned skin.

You lie down and she straddles you, kneeling on the bed. There's already a tent in your pants, and as she undoes the zipper, she says with delight, "Wow, I didn't think you'd be that big." She gently grabs your rock-hard, throbbing member and lowers herself onto it. You enjoy the warmth and, thanks to her 18-year-old body, the tightness. As if reading your mind, she says, "Feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

"You mean you...or the mattress?" you ask with a smile.

As she grinds and you thrust, she manages to keep up the sales pitch, although you barely listen because you're distracted by her jiggling boobs and flying hair. "See, the Winnemucca -- ooh! -- is really one of the best models we carry -- ooh! -- for men who frequently fuck -- ooh! -- a wide variety of partners -- ooh! -- instead of just a handful."

You let her get through her sales pitch as you build towards a climax. You come and yell "I'll take it!" just as she comes from the **** of your semen and yells "Holy shit!" She covers her mouth almost immediately and says, "Oh, my God, I didn't mean to swear like that, but that was just totally awesome. I've never come like that before." You just smile as you increase the size and sensitivity of her clit, making it so that she'll always come like that in the future, even when it's not caused by you.

She lifts herself off your deflated penis and notices the giant spot on the sheets. "Good thing these are so absorbent," she says. "Just let me get my clothes back on, and I'll write up the sale for you."

You see the other clerk, Elizabeth, look on a little enviously as you zip up and put your shoes back on. You smile at her and perform the same magic on her clit, adding a piercing while you're at it.

You pay for the mattress with a credit card you magically create and set a delivery date for next week. Nikki thanks you with a relatively chaste kiss from her permanently glossy red lips, and you head down the escalator carrying your receipt.

As you take a quick lap around the women's departments on the lower floor, you smile at some of the changes you've made. There's a whole section of fetish wear. In the women's shoe department, everything has high heels -- even the athletic shoes. A woman at the jewelry counter is trying out a navel ring, although with a wave of your hand, she's now got her halter top undone so a saleswoman can fit her with nipple rings. It suddenly occurs to you that all of the women around look young, about your age, and you realize that when you gave Nikki an 18-year-old body, your power may have extended a little farther than you intended. Oh, well.

You walk around a little bit more and notice that along some of the walls are alcoves with a three-way mirror and a bench in front of them. You puzzle over that for a second until you see one with a dark-skinned African-American woman standing topless in front of it, then pulling an abbreviated V-neck sweater, tags still attached, over her head. It seems that your changes have greatly reduced female modesty, and so these are what stores have now instead of dressing rooms.

She can see in the mirror that you're staring at her, and she turns around and asks, "So does this shirt make you want to fuck me?"

"Uh, what?" you ask.

"My friends and I are going out, and we've got a contest going," she explains. "I don't want to lose. So I need to fuck as many guys as I can tonight." She looks at her watch and then back up at you. "Hey, I've got some time, I could use a warmup, and it's been a while since I've had a white guy's come. How 'bout a blow?" Her tongue darts out and licks her already glossy lips.

You hate to admit it, but you're kind of worn out -- not just physically, but mentally, from spending all day using your new power. Still, the offer is tempting.