Perhaps Best to Keep Her Ignorant (For Now?)

You decide that explaining everything to Miranda would take too much effort and be too risky. You're not sure what her reaction would be to finding out that most of the permissive social mores she remembers growing up with are artificial, a result of your wishes -- or, probably even worse, that she's not "really" this good-looking. You sigh, and wish for her to forget you ever told her about your power, to go back to being completely unaware of any changes you make.

With that wish, she's suddenly naked, except for her high-heeled shoes, and lying on the leather couch next to you. "Are you just going to sit there?" she asks.

Your dick straining against your pants pretty much answers that question for you.

You fucked so many women earlier in the day that you lost count, but now they're all fading into your distant memory as you slowly thrust into Miranda's tight pussy, her breasts jiggling up and down hypnotically. In fact, you're not "fucking," you're "making love," a concept you thought was laughable until this very moment.

As you concentrate on your mutual pleasure, you find yourself making changes almost subconsciously. Miranda gains a small silver ring through her clit and one through each labia, to improve the sensation as you eat her out with your magically lengthening, prehensile tongue (once you realize what you've done, you give Miranda the same lingual ability). Upon orgasming, she forcefully ejaculates a sweet-smelling and tasting fluid.

She readily agrees to anal, since you've modified her rear entrance to make it feel as good to her as the front, maybe even more so. And, for the benefit of a good tit fuck, you wish for her breasts to swell until they're about the size of bowling balls, yet still feeling perfectly natural, warm and yielding to your touch. Of course, to avoid any pain, you wish for her musculature to adjust itself to account for the new size.

Eventually, even with your increased stamina, you're feeling tired. Miranda can barely keep her eyes open, and she's out like a light the moment her head hits the pillow on your bed, dried cum -- yours and hers -- still covering much of her body. Your leather couch looks ruined, given how much fluid you were pumping out as you were busy on top of it; Miranda definitely couldn't swallow it all. You wish that men's cum was non-staining, but still the same color and viscosity, and still delicious.

You climb into bed and snuggle next to Miranda. You hear her let out a very satisfied sigh. You close your eyes, and can still see her beautiful face, an expression of pure delight on it as she came, hear her moans and yells...

One thing is nagging at you, now that you're filled with the spirit of goodwill and happiness. That girl on the bus earlier today, who you sent to Harvard -- she definitely didn't deserve the other part of your "reward." You wish for her ability to speak fluent English to return. With that off your mind, you fall asleep quickly.