What did he wish for, and what happens to Candace because of it?

Your planned **** on Cynthia had failed utterly, but that wasn't even the worst of it. Then, for some reason, Zen had stopped listening to you. You had used your telepathy to try to talk to him, but he wasn't responding. You were certain he was still out there, but he wasn't picking up at all. You were tempted to skip the last class of the day and rush home to interrogate the creature in the box, but after running into the Vice-Principal and having to lie to explain why you weren't at the pep rally, you decided it wasn't worth it.

So you went back to the rally and watch most of the male population of the school empty their balls into or onto Cynthia and the other Baronnesses, until they were all coated in a thin layer of white cum. Then it was off to math, your last class of the day.

Your misery only increased when a girl with chocolate brown skin and large, plump hips came in halfway through the class. You didn't know her, but recognized as one of the Baronness, even though she was wearing her regular clothes. Because of the wish, you had memories of seeing her photo on social media all the time, usually her laying on the floor splattered with cum or surrounded by a ring of erect, throbbing cocks. She apologized to the teacher, Mrs. Cummings, and told her that she was very sorry that she was late. "It took a lot longer to get the cum out of my hair than I expected."

Mrs. Cummings just sighed. "I know you Baronnesses are given extra time to get to classes but you should still make an effort to get here. This is important material for the test- and if you don't get a good grade you'll be on toilet duty for the next week." The brown skinned girl winked teasingly at the boys. "Oh really? I forgot." She then turned to the teacher. "Tell me, Mrs. C, why do you think my grades are so low in the first place?" As she asked the question, she turned to face the teacher, bending over a bit so her tight pants lovingly framed her heart-shaped ass.

Mrs. Cummings just told her to sit down, then continued with the lesson. The girl sensuously walked over to one of the empty desks, swaying her hips from side to side, occasionally pausing to lean in and give everyone in front of her a look down her low-cut top, at her impressive cocoa-colored breasts. She didn't make it to her desk, of course, as two male students finally lost control and pounced on her. One stripped off her shirt and bra and began to fuck her tits, while the other yanked down her pants, pulled her panties aside and squeezed into her tight slit, fucking her for all he was worth.

Mrs. Cummings gave them an irritated look, then sighed and continued the lesson. The spectacle was so absurd you couldn't focus on math, or anything else. But finally, after an eternity of female moans and the sound of balls slapping into the brown Baronness' fat ass, you were freed and made your way home.

Once there, you found the box was missing. You sat down on your floor and tried not to panic. Your mind quickly filled with horrible fantasies of what someone could do with the box, as well as who could have it. Was the government? The police? Her parents? She had no idea. But after dancing around the edge of a mental breakdown, you talked yourself down. Nothing appeared to have changed yet.

So maybe whoever had the box didn't know how it worked. Or maybe Zen disappearing like that was just because you made your wish. Yeah, that must be it! You didn't actually believe it, but you wanted to. Or maybe the box only granted one wish, before disappearing. That was another tempting idea.

And so you when you laid down to sleep, you tossed and turned for a while, but eventually you managed to go to sleep, confident that the world wasn't going to be destroyed or turned into the personal petting zoo for a wannabe deity.

And unbeknownst to you, someone in your very own house, just after midnight, said this to the Demon in the box. "I wish you had the power to send people dreams." You, of course, were a few rooms away and asleep. So you didn't hear what was said.

Later, when you reached REM sleep, you dreamed that it was morning. You saw yourself from outside your body, floating above it as a disembodied presence while your body continued sleeping. As the early morning sunlight filtered in through your closed curtains, your door opened to reveal a muscular Adonis with a sculpted body. He padded over to your bed and drew back the covers, to reveal the fact that you were naked.

"Hey!" You called. But he couldn't hear you. He crawled into bed next to you and began to fondle your bare breasts. You felt the sensations of his strong fingers squeezing your chest and teasing your nipples, and it was quite pleasant. You moaned a bit and to your surprise, your body made the same sound as well.

Then you began to feel something else- a hard, hot object on your stomach. You glanced down to see the man had pressed his body up against yours, his throbbing erection squishing against your belly. You felt yourself start getting aroused at this, your body's pussy starting to get wet, even as your immaterial one tingled at the thought of being penetrated.

The man began to kiss you then, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you tight against his firm body and cock. You moaned again, but it was cut off as he began to kiss the mouth of your sleeping body, muffling the sounds coming from you. As he did so, he lowered himself on your body, his cock getting closer to your dripping slit.

Just then, you hear a small, musical sound. You are instantly awake, your body trained to do so at the sound of your alarm clock. You sit up in bed, blinking sleep from your eyes. You fumble for the alarm clock and manage to switch it off. Then you notice your panties are soaked and groan. You wish that dream guy had done more than tease you. Stupid alarms. Stupid school.

You focus on the memory of your dream, but it's already starting to fade. And as hard as you try, you can't remember what the dream boy's face looked like. You wonder if you have time to relieve some of this tension, but it's already pretty late and you need to get ready. So you change into fresh underwear and get dressed, before heading downstairs.

You find your brothers eating breakfast at the table. Your Mom and Dad are running around, scrambling to get ready. Your Dad gives you a kiss and quickly leaves, while Mom runs by, telling you about the toast she made you. Then they both run out of the door, leaving you with John and Jacob. John glances up at you, his squirrelly build exactly as you remember it. He's still your short, annoying little brother. But Jacob, he seems, different. You notice that his arms aren't nearly as scrawny as John's.

Instead, he seems a bit more muscular, though it's nothing drastic. You're reminded of the Adonis from your dreams for a second, before shaking the idea from your mind. He's family, step-brother or not. At least get horny over a guy who isn't younger and in your own family, you tell yourself. But you can't help but steal a few looks. After a bit though, you decide you're being silly. It must be some remnant from your dream. He's always looked like that, right?