Sex now, "fix" her later

You suggest the obvious choice: sex with hyper-proportions-petite woman, fix her after. She bites her lip as she nods, knowingly. "And you'll fix me after?" Yes.

"Let's drop those panties." you casually command. She happily does, both by your previous command and the fact she really needs you. She's nervous, but you have to desire to take that away from her, so you do. The ability of simply wishing for anything has given you a fetish for power.

You walk over and grab her by the waist, pulling her closer to you so that she is at your chest. You begin to kiss her neck and she kisses yours. You grab her left breast with your right hand: it has a fat, satisfying weight to it from the expansion, but her nipples stayed comically small. You silently wish they were twice their size. And they are! You pinch them, illiciting little reaction from her. You wish they were twice as sensitive, then pinch again, and she squeals in surprise and pleasure.

Another minute of that and she turns herself around and starts grinding her bubble-butt on your crotch. You insert your cock between her cheeks but not up her ass, just enjoying the grind that is probably driving her crazy. She presses hard into you. You've already wished for permanent stamina; you could go on forever, so you just get to it. You have her turn to you and you carry her to your bed. (which you had previously wished was the comfiest bed in the world) Tossing her down, you lay on top of her and waste no time inserting into a waterfall of vaginal juice. It's almost sickening how wet she is. You promptly forget about that as you pound in and out, in and out. She moans loudly. You decide her volume is hot and tell her to moan as loudly as she can.

"Unnnnnnnnnnh!" she screams, which is hilarious at that volume and you can't help but laugh. This is it, this is the mockery sex has become for you in under a week's time. It's funny, hot, and actually -- a little too loose. You wish out loud this time: "I wish your vagina was as tight as it could be and would stay that way forever."

God DAMN. That is tight. You have to adjust and give her very strong thrusts. She's out of her mind now, making all manner of strange erotic noises. Her breasts slap her in the face constantly. She might be drooling. You don't care. Time is infinite now, you're fucking an impossible pleasure box, and finally, as you feel the blood rush to your head and the follicles on your arms and legs become balmy with sexual tension: you release.

Squirt. Squirt. Blooooosh. You ejaculate for what may be a minute straight, still pumping, still thrusting, until finally you are spent. Your body shakes. She heaves... she's passed out. That's good. She's spread eagle and passed out. You look and see semen leak out of her; she must be entirely filled. You must have been thrusting into pools of your own man-juice. No, god-juice. You are a sex god. Fuck.

-- -- --

You lay there, catching your breath and reveling in your godhood. She's breathing softly. She's still **** and probably will be for a while. You think back to what you promised her. Yes, you vaguely promised to fix her. If she were a smart young woman, she would have asked for clarification or even demanded it. Instead you are left with only the promise to 'fix' her. Well, after that session, you think that no man should have to go without. But you're not brave enough to wish all women were big-titted sluts. The world is fucked up enough without you fucking it up more through some byzantine wish that reverts all human progress because all we ever wanted to do was have sex. So.

She lays there. Her left breast is pooled to the side. You agree that while it is immensely exotic and erotic, no one's going to take her seriously with those things. Anyone would expect that a short young woman like her had egregious breast implants. So you wish, against her wishes, that her breasts were reduced to E cups. She said 38F was her size now, so you figure 36E is a good size. You wish.

The pool of breast shrinks and tightens slightly. They look good. Her nipples are probably a little too big, but that's no real problem. You walk over to her and flip her **** form over on her belly. (after some quick molestation of her new boobs, and soon to be ex-ass) Her ass was stupidly large. Fine, fine. You wish to reduce it to half its current size. It tightens. It really does look better. You take some time to redress and wish her awake.

She eyes shoot open and she stiffly sits up. "Wow..." she says. It's all she can say. You let her process everything. She looks down.

"Well. That was," she gulps. "Amazing. Can you fix me now?"

You smile. You explain that you already did. She looks down again while you grab her bra to prove it.

"See?" you say, tossing the bra to her. "The tag reads 36E." She starts to frown, seemingly getting ready to cry.

"Stand up." you command. "Feel your ass, it's a lot smaller, right?"

"Yes..." she sounds distant. Maybe she always knew you wouldn't return her to how she'd like. "And I'm happy about that, but these boobs are like a porn star's."

(this is not a persuasive argument for you)

"So you're not happy with them."

"Can I say no?"

"I wish you loved your adjusted ass and tits."

Her eyes widen. She gropes herself heuristically. She stays silent for a while before she speaks, "I do. I really love them. Th-thank you." is all she could say. "Can I see a mirror?"

You usher her over to the bathroom. She takes one look and inhales deeply. "I can't believe it. My boobs are perfect to me." she turned. "My butt..."

Well, that's enough of that.