Yes, new clothes

“Can you give me some new clothes?”

“I have a power that can change reality itself, and you want clothes. Sure. What type?”

“Tops with more cleavage.” She explained, pushing her boobs together.

“You could just do this” you explained, as you walked over to her and undid the top few buttons on her shirt. She didn’t stop you, in fact she moves her hands behind her, inviting you, “and then I could do this” you concentrated and her shirt became smaller on her.

Her breasts were now **** together, and created the most amazing cleavage. It was deep. Looking at Rebecca, she seemed to like it.

“I suppose youre right.” She said, “Now. What shall we do with you?” she poked you in the stomach.

You mockingly took a few steps backwards, and fell onto the bed.

“Ive got an idea” Rebecca said, crawling on top of you.

“I think I like this idea” you said. Or would have said, was your sentence not suddenly cut short by a pair of breasts being **** into your face.

You weren’t complaining. You were letting Rebecca do her work. She was grinding up against you, rubbing her breasts in your face, barely allowing you to breath, while working your dick with her hands. You lay your hands on her small arse, and just kneaded what small stuff there was there. Your dick was getting harder and harder, and soon you exploded and Rebecca slowed down her grinding, and removed her rather sticky hand from your trousers.

“Ill be back in a mo” she said, winking at you.