Your bedroom

You appear back in your room. You spend the rest of the afternoon downloading the pictures from the camera into your computer and organizing them. You throw out the bad pictures, save your favorites, and occasionally jack off to the sight of yourself plowing into the hot pop star. Once three o'clock rolls around you pull out your cell phone.

"Justin? Hey, come on over as soon as you can. No, don't even stop by your house. Oh yeah, it's worth that much rushing. Later.?

You enjoy yourself for a few more minutes, then close the picture window when you hear your friend coming up the stairs.

Justin walks into your room casually. "So, what's so important?"

"A bet!" you say. "A bet we made a long time ago, but couldn't decide the winner of because we didn't have proof. But now we do."

Justin throws his tall, skinny body onto your bed. "What was the bet?"

"Remember in middle school when you thought Britney Spears had small breasts, but I said they were big?"

"Nope."

You stare at him, annoyed. "Come on, we were looking at that video, and I said they were real but you said you didn't think so."

"Well..." says Justin, scratching his head, "I don't remember that, but it sounds like something I'd say. Wait, you've got nude pictures of Britney Spears?"

You turn to you computer and pull up a picture of Britney sucking your cock. "Ta daaah!"

Justin flies off the bed to look over your shoulder. "Whoa, that's pretty hot! But you can't really see her breasts." He grins wildly as you tap the keyboard to switch to a better picture. "Oooo, nice. Those are great tits, definitely. Great big tits. And she does look a lot like Britney Spears."

"Looks like?" you say indignantly. "That's her!"

"No way, she's a total virgin. That's just some look-a-like who needs cash enough to do porn. How could you know if these pics are really her?"

You tap the keys again and pull up a picture of you fucking her doggy-style, her big tits dangling down wonderfully. "I was there."

Justin squints at the picture, then leans in close to the monitor. He scratches his head like a monkey trying to figure out a math problem. "No way. That's photoshop or something. When was this even supposed to have happened?"

"A couple hours ago," you say with a smirk.

"Oh, you're so full of shit. Look, there's her mansion in the background. You went to California and back since I saw you in Ms. Love's class this morning? Suuuure you did."

Britney Spears appears next to Justin. "That's right, he did. And he fucked me good. Plus he taught me how to titty fuck and give a blowjob. He even made that breeze blow up Ms. Love's skirt this morning." Britney disappears again.

Justin stares numbly at the spot the gorgeous star stood in seconds ago. He mumbles something you can't hear.

"It's not all true," you say. "Yeah, she'd never done any of those things before me, but I didn't really teach her to titty fuck and suck cock. She has natural talent, really."

Justin spins around and grabs your shoulders. "How did you do that?!"

"I don't know. And I don't care. I can do anything, that's all that matters. I can do anyone. Hell, I can make anyone do you. Just name any girl in the world and I'll bring her here for you to fuck."