Everybody needs a lunch break!

"Everybody needs a lunch break, right?" She sits down next to you and places the lunch sack between the two of you. She dumps the contents on the table. Yogurt, PB&J, banana...and a brown bottle?

"Did you bring a beer to lunch?"

She nods and grins a little.

"Are you old enough to buy that?"

"19" She says, as she shakes her head 'no'.

"Wow, thanks for sharing your lunch with me! Would you rather give me your sandwich and beer and suck that banana off like it's the sweetest cock you ever blew," she frowns, but keeps listening, "or give me the banana and yogurt but fuck your pussy with the beer?"

"Um, gosh it's kind of an awful choice isn't it? But I'll go with the banana, peeled right?" You chomp on her sandwich as she dances the tip of her tongue around the banana. She slides the end of it into her mouth and bobs up and down on it. "MMMMmmmmmm" she moans.

You finish the sandwich and are halfway through the beer when she finally licks too hard and lops the top off the banana. "Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no!"

She's freaking out, like the banana's gonna die or something.

"Oh no I really mussed it up!" She looks at the wounded fruit, to you, and back, desperation in her eyes. "I'd never treat the sweetest cock I ever blew like that, no I wouldn't." So that's what's wrong, she failed to comply with the question. Just when you thought you understood this power, some fruity fellatio opens a whole new world of possibilities to you. You smash the banana with your fist, little bits of it fly onto her sweater.

"Would you rather tear your sweater and bra to pieces with your bare hands or chug five beers at once?" You're pretty sure she's not strong enough for the first, and she only had one beer in her lunch sack. She's going to fail one way or another.

"I'd rather do the beers, but I think I see what's going on here, you pervert." She stands up and huffs off towards the stairs. "I'm done listening to your questions, and I'm going for a drink."

This experiment is useless, it's not impossible to chug five beers just because she doesn't have them on hand. Now she just has to go get them. You decide to cut the tedium and just mess with her instead. "Would you rather sit back down quietly or become temporarily paralyzed for an hour?" She stops walking so suddenly that you're not sure which she picked, but instead of shouting for help, she turns on her heels and comes back to the table. You have the situation under control for now so you interrogate her carefully.

"What's your name, librarian?"

"Peggy," she whispers.

"I'm not gonna call you that. You got some nice, big tits under that sweater. I'm gonna call you Pillowtits. Would you rather everyone called you Pillowtits even though you continue to introduce yourself as Peggy or actually have your legal name changed to Pillowtits?"

She was thinking about it. Pillowtits would basically be her name either way, but the implications of either situation might be different enough that it's still a valid set of choices.

"Legal name change," she whispers, and returns to her frown .

"Great, let's check your ID, Pillowtits."

"I actually go by Peggy," she corrects you and reaches into her purse for her wallet.

"Just give me your whole purse, Pillowtits."

And she does. It's not a would you rather, but she's not in a bargaining position. For just generally being an asshole, you can lean on the threat of your power, but to really change the world... you dump her purse out on the table and see her Driver's License: "Fosters, Pillowtits, F, Age 19"... to really change the world you need the magic of your power.

"Alright Pillowtits, you probably think I'm a nasty perv." She nods, which you wait for because you expect it. "I sure am." You honk her right tit and look her in the eyes, "but what you've just helped me discover is that I'm a very powerful nasty perv. I can see that you're an intelligent and educated librarian, and I appreciate your help today. To say thanks, I'd like to do you a favor."

She doesn't say anything, so you ask her "What would you like to change?"

Still whispering, she starts to smile. "I've always wanted to be able to become invisible." Wow, you expected 'to be able to fly' or 'to be able to get **** on magical assholes' but no, apparently Pillowtits is a perv too...

"That's all then? You want to be Pillowtits Fosters, the Sometimes Invisible Librarian?" You were trying to mock her, but it's a pretty neat title actually.

She hefts her big old titties and says "Yeah, I'm tired of people staring at these whenever they want to. If I'm invisible, maybe I can sit and study in peace!"

"Oh wow, for a second I thought you were gonna spy in the gym locker rooms or break in and rob somebody, or something cool. But you actually just wanna hide your beautiful namesake titties?"

She can see that she's fucked up, and she shakes her head back and forth as if to beg you not to do anything. Her big titties swing left and right and she squints a worried look.

"Alright Pillowtits Fosters, would you rather..." you lift her banana splattered sweater over her head and she just sits there and lets it happen, "toggle your clothes' visibility on and off every time someone else says 'pillow,' or have your bra and top become invisible to anyone who looks at your chest?"

"No, no not like that..." Pillowtits is upset with her choice but chooses none the less. "I'll go with the clothes invisible pillow thing."

"Good choice, Pillowtits," you grin as her filthy sweater and thick lace bra disappear reveal her big floppy tits. She can introduce herself as Peggy all she wants, whenever anyone reads her legal name, or discusses bed linens with her, she'll start to sweat. "And thanks for sharing your lunch!"

Satisfied with your fuckery, you turn to leave, but there standing between the bookshelves is a hot curvy thing in black jeans and a red tank top. Wait, it's Naomi, and she's come back, neither topless nor in her undies. She's wearing black jeans and a red tank top, her huge tits threatening to spill out of the tiny shirt, her muscly thighs defining the shape of the dark denim. How can this be though? This doesn't fit with either of the options you gave her.

Pillowtits just sits there, whispering 'pillow' to herself, like maybe it'll bring her bra and sweater back to their visible state, but nothing happens.