What If (Lesbian/Reality Alteration)

Based on the comical ‘what-if’ power portrayed by Rob Schneider’s character ‘Iggy’ from the movie “Surf Ninjas”

Staring at the candle on her 20th Birthday cupcake that she bought for her self, a lonely woman was on the verge of tears with how pathetic she must seem. Alone, on her birthday. No call from friends or family to wish her well, no party in her honor. Nothing. She felt it would be more sad if it weren’t the umpteenth time it’s happened. Poor Heather sighed, the exhalation accidentally blowing out the candle as she wished her wondered What ifs.

She pulled the melted wax stick from the frosted treat and gobbled it down… the cupcake, not the candle. She decided to lay out on her couch with her tablet and scroll through youtube. As she watched some of her favorite Vtubers she realized that they had pretty awesome lives. Just watching videos and movies and playing games and people would just throw money at them to do it. One Vtuber had admitted to buying hundreds of dollars in Merchandise from a show the were watching. Must be nice to just have disposable income.

It was then that Our heroine uttered the words, “What if I had a ton of money?” She wondered what she would do with it. Rent and utilities would be sorted. Insurances and car payments delt with, maybe even go see a doctor for regular checkups instead of hoping she didn’t hurt herself and be **** to go see one.

Little did she know her birthday wish had combined with her thoughts when the candle was blown out. And as she fantisized about being rich enough to live comfortably the money was already being deposited into her account. Heather slowly drifted into a sleepy state, unaware of her new found gift.

Come the morning Heather performed her ritual of waking up. Slapping her old analog alarm clock, deeply sighing at her misfortune, grabbing her phone and checking her bank account, staring at the negative amount for… wait that wasn’t negative… Heather jolted upright with **** concern on her face. 20 million? Was that… she checked her recent transactions and saw some unrecognized account had just sent her just over 20 million dollars. She immediately called her bank to inquire what this was and if this was some scammer using her account to launder money or something.

“Thank you for Calling Peoples bank of the People, how can I help you today Miss Yagoobian?”

“Uh yeah I just checked my account this morning and theres like… an inordinately huge amount of money in it. Is this… like… a scam or something?”

“Ok let me take a look…HOLY!… uh I mean. That’s quite a change. Thank you for bringing this to our attention. This is definitely a deposit straight from one of our banks. This is most likely a glitch in the system that accidentally transferred the money to your account.”

Heather had mixed feelings. On the one hand she was doing the right thing and notifying the authorities… on the other hand that was alot of money… and the banks are insured right?

“Well, I mean… What if it’s not a glitch? What if somebody did it on purpose?”

There was silence on the line for a moment before the chipper sounding agent spoke up again. “Hmm. I guess you’re right. No need to reverse the transfer since it was done on purpose. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Was she just fucking with her now? Being sarcastic? She didn’t sound sarcastic. “Uh… no thank just checking that’s all.”

“Well if I were in your shoes I’d probably do the same thing, but since this was intentional have fun enjoy your new wealth. Have a good day Ma’am.” The line went dead. Heather was shaking. She slowly lowered the phone from her face to see that the call had actually ended and then just stared at it in case they called her back like some kind of cruel prank. She open up her bank app again and kept refreshing it, waiting for the number to change back to the familiar red numbers telling her she was in the negatives. She did this for an hour before she realized she was going to be late for work.

Rushing to put herself together she hastily brushed her hair and teeth, not with the same brush obviously, and slipped into her office drudgen attire. She struggled to get her skirt on over her wide hips but finally zipped it and clasped it it place before tucking her shirt in and speeding off the work. Upon Arrival her floor supervisor stormed up to her with a scowl,

“Heather. You’re over 15 minutes late. That the third time this year. My office, now!”

Heather felt her face heat up with embarrassment. If that bank glitch ended up getting fixed she couldn’t afford to lose this job. She folded her lips inward and meekly followed the commanding woman to her corner office. She stood in front of the large oaken desk and awaited her write up. The blinds were quickly drawn to give the two some privacy from the others on their floor as her boss typed away on her computer Heather decided to at least attempt to,plea for leniency.

“Listen Ms. Telen, I’m sorry for being late today but I have a good excuse, I had a huge scare with my bank this morning and I had to call them and I’m still kinda shaken up about it but um… what if you just let it slide this time and you just say you wrote me up?”

The woman at the desk looked up at heather and blinked a couple times and sighed. “Fine. You tell anyone otherwise and it’s an immediate termination.”

Heather’s eyes widened. Now Heather was no genius, to be sure, but she could recognize patterns. Once was a fluke, twice a suspicious coincidence but three times? That’s a statistic. THE BIRTHDAY WISH! Wait every time she says ‘what if’ the following sentence or question becomes true. She quickly opened up her bank app again and sure enough the money was still there… then… maybe she should try a riskier test.

“Um. Ms. Telen? What if…” don’t get cold feet now. Do it.

“What is it Heather? Don’t you have reports to file?”

“What if…you’re horny for me and we have sex right here in your office?” Heather awaited a tirade of yelling followed by an immediate firing.

Once again the woman blinked a couple time before a lusful smile crept across her face. “Well Heather, you do have a certain, submissive adorability to you…”. She stood up from her desk and slowly walked around it, tracing her finger along the wood top. “…and those wide hips and thicc thighs…”. Her hand came down on Heather’s ass cheek with a loud clap making the fleshy mounds jiggle.

Heather gave out an “Eep!” As her fantasies were about to be realized. Her dommy boss was about to take advantage of her. Oh how she dreamed of this moment and masturbated furiously to the thought. She suddenly felt a manicured hand grab her by the jaw and turn her head to face the lust driven corpo, as their lips locked in a display of domination. Heather felt herself being pushed back onto the desk, her boss on all four right above her, furiously attacking her with her mouth.

The top woman reached up under her subordinates skirt and began pulling her panties off slowly. She brought them up to her face and inhaled deeply before giving a satisfied sigh, “You smell delicious. These belong to me now. I don’t want you coming to work with these on anymore. I want quick and easy access to you at all times, you understanding me Ms. Yagoobian?”

Heather looked her boss in the eyes and nodded excitedly. Finally a good reason to come to work. She watched as her boss slide backwards until her head hovered above Heather’s pelvis. “Good girl. Now wrap those thighs around my head and let me enjoy my new favorite office snack.”

Heather was in heaven. She threw her head back, thumping it against the desk and her boss speared her pussy with a skilled tongue. She did as instructed and wrapped her legs around the woman’s head and held her in place. The only thing that would make this better was…

“What if you drink all my squirt? What if I squirt so much that it gives you a pot belly?… what if you make me squirt three times?” Time to start fulfilling her unreasonable fantasies.

The first orgasm came quickly, Ms. Telen gulped down liter after liter of clear delicious girl cum. She could feel the fabric of her skirt and shirt begin to pull tightly across her newly bulging belly. Despite being more full than she had ever been she somehow thirsted for more and so continued eating out her cute submissive snack… more of a meal now… maybe even a buffet.

The second orgasm hit and she felt her shirt untuck and the clasp on her skirt popped open with a metallic ‘twang’. As the bottom two buttons of her shirt gave up the fight and also popped off, hitting the side of the desk with a plastic click before falling to the carpeted floor with a soft plip. Still she needed more. Her tummy wasn’t round enough. Wasn’t full enough. She needed more. Needed more!

The third orgasm hit as she felt the waistband of her panties digging into her cum bloated gut. Yet still she guzzled and gulped every last drop. Three more button of her shirt lost the fight and her skirt had torn straight down the side leaving her bottomless, but she didn’t n’t care. She needed to drink more squirt. She was such a thirsty bitch.

Heather felt the woman’s mouth finally detach from her pussy. She decoupled her legs. Her boss huffed and leaned backward to support her new tight round tummy. Her hand slowly rubbing the taught sphere of girlcum stuffed flesh. “Mmm.. so…tight. I’d do it again though…even knowing… how it ends…”

Seeing her corporate overlord as nothing more than a belly balloon awoke something in Heather. She could see this as a new world. A malicious sneer curled up the right side of her mouth as she began thinking up perverse scenarios.

“What if you were my submissive little girlcum dumpster? What if you always had room for more girl cum?…”