Try giving yourself more knowledge.

As you sit down on you living room couch, you begin thinking of things to give yourself. Knowledge-based things. Like how to bake a pie-

Oh, hey. You suddenly know how to make a blueberry pie...

Oh shit.

That was easy. It was also super fucking quick!

You lean back on your couch, letting the pie knowledge settle in while also coming to grips with the extent of your powers. Again.

God, how many times is this going to happen? You're kind of terrified of the implications of this seemingly limitless ability. With these abilities, even a slightly unstable person could go mad with power.

Maybe you shouldn't think so hard and just deal with these power as they come.

Honestly, you've been putting it off but now you just want to get it over with. You're gonna grow your dick a bit.

You stand up from your couch and drop your pants right there, in your living room. Your dong is of somewhat average size; around 6 inches long and you believe it be an inch in diameter when erect. You're really more of a grower, with your flaccid length being about 2 and a half inches while your flaccid width is a little less than an inch.

Yeah, you could do with a bit of an enhancement, honestly. So you start a thought:

Your penis is 12 inches long and 2 inches thick in diameter when erect. When it's flaccid, it is 4 inches long and an inch thick in diameter.

As you finish your thought, the changes you willed onto your cock immediately take effect. Your shaft begins to bloat slightly and elongate. It feels like you're getting a boner but less pleasurable while not being exactly unpleasant. Staring at your cock, you realize it's already finished growing. Oh yeah, you need to arouse it to see it's erect length, you suppose. You give your shaft a few strokes, slowly and sensually. You honestly enjoy the way your cute, dainty hand looks gripping your meat as it slowly swells with blood. And keeps swelling until the thing looks as though it'll grow out into a third leg.

Dear god. This thing is massive. You cup the underside of your cock with a hand, holding it like it's a giant snake, which, you suppose it is. It's heavy and hot, throbbing very slightly. Then you catch sight of your testis. They look rather unfortunate under such a mammoth-like organ. You decide to give them some love too, imagining them to be the size of golf balls- which would be about 1 and half inches in diameter. Any bigger and they'd probably get in the way, you think.

Then just as you finish the thought, they have their new size. They look a bit bigger, you suppose. Not super hefty but definitely not average. Perfect, in your humble opinion.

Pulling your pants back up, you decide that maybe it's time to go to the store and get new clothes as your feel your ass, boobs, and genitals getting strangled in your current outfit.

As you grab your wallet and keys, it dawns on you that you're gonna be walking out there in the real world with your new body. Your new body which is being perversely squeezed by your inadequate coverings. Looking down at yourself, you see your shirt being utterly distorted by your titanic rack. The cloth is being stretched thin over your boobs tightly enough to show off the imprints of your big nips. Leaning forwards and using your hands in an attempt to move your bulbous chest out of the way (and only barely succeeding), you see the shockingly detailed shape of your grown cock. You had assumed your pants would be able to conceal your new beast of a boner but now, looing back on it, that was stupid of you. I mean, just look at this thing!

Then you get and idea.

The thought comes quickly: My boner goes back down for now. I'm no longer aroused.

Then your very slight urge to fish your cock out of your pants and jack it like usual leaves you slowly. A look back down to your boner shows it to have shrunken back down to its new flaccid length. It can still be very much seen through your pants, unfortunately.

Curse past you for buying clothing that was perhaps a size too small for your original body! Or maybe your tits are just bigger than your think, what with your stature being a lot bigger than a girl of average height and size.

Maybe you should go grab a hoodie or something.

After a while, you arrive at the clothing store nearest your house. It's an Eternity 21 but whatever. It's kind of an emergency at this point. Your hoodie only barely covers the shape of your dick and your tits are threatening to split the poor hoodie's zipper like Moses did the Red Sea!

The electronic bell of the store's front door chimes as you walk in.

"Hi, welcome," a tired-sounding voice speaks from the front register.

As you look over, you take in the sight of a young lady smiling politely at you, a phone in her hand as she leans against the register counter. You quickly notice that her eyes are hazel and her rosy complexion is affectionately dusted with a slight bit of dark freckles. Dirty blonde hair rolls down her shoulders in small waves. The frills of her white shirt end at her waist and the top half of the shirt is obscured by a pretty jean jacket that's cut off halfway down her torso. Her lower half is concealed by the counter.

You give a similar smile, accompanied by a slight nod. Turning back to the goal at hand, you make your way towards the back of the lady's side.

Thank hell that this place also sells underwear! I mean, jeez, look at all this. You see a lot of sports bras and what you can assume are bralettes but no actual supporting stuff. Especially not for a girl as big as you. Well, maybe if you were to try one of the larger sizes and hope for the best...

"Excuse me, ma'am."

You jump slightly in surprise as you spin around to see the girl from the register in a similar state of surprise as you. She quickly recovers and has a smirk on her face that carried a little mirth with it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you," she says with an amused smile. Her soft pink lips curled slightly at the edges.

"N-no! It's fine," you quickly respond, causing your voice to skip a bit from a pinch of embarrassment, "I just wasn't, uh. I was busy looking at..."

Aw shit. You just remembered that you're terrible at social interaction! You're looking like an absolute fool in front of a total stranger.

"No, no," the register-girl quickly shut's down what she assumes are your protests, "it was my fault. Anyway," and just like that, this girl has easily maneuvered through your bumbling response. You could kiss her with how grateful you are!

"...I was just wondering if I could help you at all," she continues, "are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Ah..." It takes you a moment to realize that having some help would be amazing right now. You don't actually know where to start. "Y-yes, I do. I'm looking for a new bra. It's kind of an emergency."

Thankfully, she buys the explanation. Nodding, she gestures to the array of bras, particularly the section that says "plus size". You don't know if you should be offended that she's pointed you to the plus sizes but you work out that it was fairly obvious anyways.

"Here, let me help," she says as she begins searching through the racks while throwing an occasional glance back at your own over-sized rack. "What's your size?"

You're not quite sure if it's normal for an employee to help the customer with underwear like this but you let it go. You do however panic for split second over not knowing what to tell her about your cup size before you remember you could probably just make yourself know what size you are. Which you immediately do.

You know what bra size you are currently supposed to wear.

"Thirty-four HH," you answer her. Wow. Yours are some big ole' mams.

For a split second, you see a look of shock flit through the employee's eyes before she regains her customer-friendly smile.

She grins smugly, a strange look in her eye. "Big girl, huh?"

…Are you being bullied right now? Huh. You're not really offended as much as you're surprised at the kind of-

"Nice~," the girl speaks with a low voice, her tone containing a surprisingly lurid effect.

Oh.

OH!

Oh.

She's a pervert.

Well, she's probably just super open-minded with a shitty mental filter but hey, at least you know that you can seduce cuties like her with just your body!

You channel a soft and melodic giggle as you place your pretty and large hand petitely on your cheek as though slightly embarrassed.

"Oh gosh," you begin, summoning a quiet but confident tone, "thank you. I used to be so self-conscious about these," you say as you press a gentle hand against one of your clothed boobs. "Everyone would call me fat when I was younger."

Nothing wrong with giving your new self a little backstory! Now you only have to remember this bit about it until more comes up.

"F-fat?" The girl whispers incredulously. Then she looks back to you, surprised and with a look of indignation. "Hon, No. You are lovely and your curves are to die for. Seriously!"

After that, she produces a plus-size bra to you. It's big, red, and lacy. Gosh, it looks so goddamn pretty and you bet it'd look even better when it's on you.

Then you begin to feel your little junior begin to act up. Maybe it's time to try something. You do have an idea, after all.

This girl will feel absolutely compelled to agree to everything you say and feel that it is her job. She also enjoys it whenever you tell her to do anything at all and won't see anything wrong or strange with anything you say or do. Anyone who sees something unusual or strange occur between you and this girl won't see anything wrong with it and believe it's normal.

Nothing really noticeable happens so you decide to try something. If it doesn't work, you can probably erase this moment from her memory. Probably.

"Oh, thank you! Um."

"Oh, my name's Jean," Jean, apparently, quickly works out what you were going to ask.

"Well, Jean," you begin, swallowing slightly, "help me put it on, please." You make sure to word it as a request to see if the effect catches on.

"Of course, ma'am! Please, take off your jacket."

Yes! It worked!

You swiftly remove your hoodie and shirt, letting your big honkers flop down and bounce. You're surprised by how perky they are despite their size, forgetting that you had specifically asked for them like that. The girl also seems enthralled by your huge, bouncy mams.

"Whoa, girl," she speaks in admiration, "those are some pretty puppies. Would you mind if I...?" Her question trails off as she reaches up and cups the underside of one of your boobs, the flesh splaying her fingers as she lifts it gently. The look on her face is of noteworthy arousal.

"Go ahead and give 'em a few kisses, babe," you command, "I wanna see those lips around my tits."

Jean looks up at you, surprised but not disgusted. In fact, she looks udderly delighted! Hehe.

"Yes, ma'am!" Jean speaks up, "don't mind if do~!"

She then leans down and her lips latch onto your surprisingly sensitive boob flesh with aplomb. Jean begins to plant butterfly-like smooches all over your bitties, starting from the underside and going in circles around each of your nips actually smooching the teats. Her little lips feel like heaven as they leave cool wet patches behind with each kiss. Two soft, pink butterfly wings that flutter about your hardening nipples, sending ticklish yet pleasurable tingles through your skin. Then she finally wraps those two slices of paradise that are her lips around your puffy teats and it forces a muted moan of satisfaction through your mouth as her warm maw lavishes your hard nips.

Jean quickly gets to work, gently suckling and kissing on your nipples, switching from one to the other again and again. Each time she leaves one to go to the other, it leaves one open to the cool air of the store that's essentially a short but suspenseful and delectable intermission before her mouth returns for an encore, only to leave the other teat in just as wonderful a state. The whole experience leaves your fat cock hardening and strangled within your tight jeans. Maybe you should try stuffing it in another kind of Jean now...~