A quick test is in order

You sit up and get dressed. Sleepily, Irene mumbles, “Wanna stay awhile?”

“Just for a minute, but then I really have to go,” you reply.

“Mmkay.”

You grab the stone and sit on the edge of the bed, thinking about what exactly you want to test. It seems to you that you can easily change anything about her psyche and body, but the way Irene’s boobs are self supported make you wonder how impossible your changes can be. After mulling it over for a bit, you shrug and just say, “You have bunny ears on the top of your head.”

Cream colored, human sized bunny ears sprout from her head as you look on. Chuckling in awe to yourself, you press on, saying, “Your hair behaves as if it’s in space.” On cue, her hair starts to float up, defying all gravity and logic.

The incredible reach of the stone gnaws at you. It finally sinks in that you can do literally anything to anyone, as long as you make sure to only affect one person at a time. You say, “Your hair follows normal physics.” Having done all of this to Irene, you feel like you’re done and start to get up to leave. As you do, she shifts and says, “Do you really have to go?”

You look at her naked form and her new ears. You feel somewhat bad and consider reverting everything m, but your dick suddenly throbs and you reconsider. Although you know it’s a little far, you can’t resist and say, “Yeah, I do, I’m really sorry. If you’re in this room I may see you again though, and thanks for tonight. I really enjoyed meeting you.”

She smiles, and says, “Well, I’ll be leaving, but perhaps I’ll come back another time. Thank you for helping me out, I loved meeting you as well.”

You take a quick breath, then say, “Yeah, it was nice. So nice, in fact, that you’ll find you’re incapable of cumming without me. Your husband won’t do it, masturbating won’t do it, and strangers won’t do it. Nothing will bring you over the edge but me. Tomorrow, you’ll wake up and immediately start imagining new and exciting sexual situations with me. You’ll become incredibly aroused, and will find a place to masturbate. After thirty minutes of riding the edge, you’ll give up and go about your day, frustrated. Once you see your husband you’ll jump him, do anything it takes to get him to have sex with you, and frantically do it with him while imagining me. When he cums you’ll scream my name, but it will only make you more horny. Afterwards, you’ll do anything to stay in this room alone for as many nights and days as it takes for me to return, but you won’t think of looking for me.”

You finally stop rambling, and see her looking at you, almost shellshocked. You add, “You forgot everything I said between it was nice and the end of this sentence.” Her face clears, and she rolls over, expecting you to leave. As you imagine her next day or two, you start to feel more aroused and decide to add another test or two before heading out. “Every time you fuck me, your ability to think returns to normal. Afterwards, however, your ability to think is reduced to the ability of a stereotypical, dumb, sex-addicted bimbo at a constant rate. The process completes after three days, and is further marked by your hair turning more and more blonde as it occurs.” Satisfied, you smile and feel your arousal grow substantially while considering the outcome of your changes. You look at her once more, but decide to leave.

As you leave the room, you see a guest doing yoga in the hall. It’s a women who appears to be in her late twenties and is very fit. You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but admire her figure as you do. She has a classic athletic body, with wide hips, a nice toned ass, average sized but pert tits, and blonde hair waving down her neck. Her yoga pants and tight athletic shirt further accentuate her figure. You grip the stone and decide to have a little fun.

After thinking for a few seconds, you decide to try something a bit odd. You approach and say, “Wow, that condition must be difficult to handle. I’m sorry that you have to deal with it.”

She looks at you, confused, and says, “What condition? And who are you?”

“I’m a worker here. And that rare breast condition you have.” You see her face scrunch up in anger and she starts to stand up. Without pausing you say, “You’re not angry about this.” She calms down and starts to look more intrigued and afraid as you continue, saying, “That condition is rough. I knew someone who had it once. But since you asked, it’s the condition where your boobs overproduce milk. After two hours unattended they start to drip enough milk to soak through anything you wear within minutes, but it’s only possible to milk them every four hours. And you can only milk them by sucking on them yourself and drinking the milk, though I understand it’s possible to transfer the milk to another female’s mouth so that she can drink it if she’s willing. I suppose that’s made easier to deal with since your boobs double in size from the milk every four hours, but it still seems hard.”

Without missing a beat, the woman looks down and says, “Yeah, it can be.” She sighs, then asks, “How did you know I have it?”

“Well, I’m sorry to be this frank, but I guessed based on how wet your shot is around that area and how stretched out it looks. You just passed the four hour mark.”

You watch as your overly elaborate explanation results in the woman’s tits bouncing outwards from her torso. They jiggle there, straining against her shirt, and you can tell that the milk makes them more bouncy. They move almost more like a liquid mixed with a real boob, sloshing together. Her shirt becomes drenched in a circle around her nipple even as her face reddens. She stammers out, “S-somehow I didn’t n-notice. I’m sorry.”

She starts to cover up and turn away, but you say, “It’s alright. I can tell that you secretly love when people stare at your breasts, and that it turns you on if they like your condition. It turns you on so much that you actually will suck your tits in front of people if they seem at all into it.”

Her face flushes, but this time it’s not entirely from embarrassment. Her gaze drops to your crotch, wheee she sees your dick somewhat pressing against your pants as it becomes slightly erect. She meets your interested gaze and smiles, then says, “You’re quite observant.” She pulls off her top in the hall, exposing her naked tits, and quickly grabs the right one. She pulls the nipple to her mouth, milk dripping out of it in a stream, and you watch as her hand sink into the flesh of her engorged tit. She start to suck and swallow, which you quickly realize is a long process as she makes little progress in the first minute or two. She doesn’t stop though, and after a few minutes of sucking and each of you getting more horny you see that her right boob is substantially smaller than the left.

Finally, you say, “Thank you, that was quite wonderful, but I really have to leave you to it.”

She grunts as you turn to leave, seemingly trying to get you to stay. You turn back briefly and say, “Really, thank you, but I have to do some other things now. As a gift, this process always makes you horny and you cum once you empty each tit. You were acting pretty annoying before though, so whenever you try to do yoga from now on you’ll instead be overcome by an urge to swallow cum that will be so intense that you will be unable to think of anything else and will suck off the first male you can find and get to consent. Forget I said that though, and you aren’t capable of figuring out what triggers that urge. Good bye.”

With that, you turn on your heel and leave, thinking about what to do next.