Health, Good Fortune, and a Way to Seduce Jessica

Jessica was braced for something horrible; he had already made her life harder by denying her ability to lie, so what more could he do? Anything was the answer, and it terrified her-

“I wish that our families enjoyed the best health and bodies they could want.”

Jessica flinched as she anchored her grip on the rim of the tub. The stained bottom of the white tub was gritty against her shaved pussy, but it was soon slippery with her humble puddle of fluid; against it she grinded unconsciously while trying to fight a moan.

“I wish our families were each twice as rich as Jessica’s was before I got this ring.”

The surprising good will was temporarily lost on Jessica, whose sore cunt was in the throes of another building orgasm. Her ass trembled as Ernest watched her try to come to terms with the sensation of his wishes... and she almost seemed to be getting the hang of it!

She tried to speak, but a trembling squeak was all she got out before she stopped herself.

Ernest’s phone suddenly went off in his pocket. Cautiously, he opened it to see 43 missed text messages from his mother. But he was sure he had none before; he had checked it in the car, after all. Opening the app verified that his mom had gotten lucky and won the local lotto... for ten million dollars?! “Your family was worth five million bucks?!” He knew they were well off, but this was nuts! But that hadn’t been the end of it, and the other texts came from her as she reported the baffling stretches of luck across the family: grandpa, whose stocks just tripled in value, and her sister in Florida who won a smaller pot there. Ernest grew worried; the visibility might become a problem... “Wait, so your family’s worth even more?!”

Jessica only hung her head low against her hands on the tub; she didn’t dare trying speaking just yet.

The texts appeared to come from the afternoon, which meant the wish had indeed enriched him... and had done so in the past. Her last text was from just half an hour ago, describing how the money had been confirmed as deposited and how they’d celebrate this weekend with a trip to somewhere fancy. Ernest shook his head; his mom didn’t seem too concerned with saving it, but that would be for them to discuss... or for him to cure with even more money-

“Man, it’s... quite the temptation,” he chuckled to Jessica, “to just solve every problem with a wave of your hand...” He shook his head grimly.

Slowly, Jessica fully understood the wishes... and the fact that her family was now healthier, and richer, than before. “You... you really wished that for my family too?”

“I did, didn’t I? That’s... I mean that could only be good, right?” He suddenly grew alarmed. “They're not like... being investigated for money laundering or something-”

Jessica gave as incredulous a glare as she could manage while quivering half-naked in a puddle of her pleasure.

“Eh... sorry. Alright, so... what do you want?”

“What...?”

“Your wish! I want to help us both, so tell me what you’d wish for.”

“I wish to be free,” she demanded.

“I... I can’t do that yet, not until I know we’re both safe from... well, whoever else might find the ring.”

Jessica opened her mouth to protest... and was **** to confront who almost had the ring. Compared to Ernest, Kevin would probably have become a nightmare. Of course, there was still time for Ernest to prove the same...

“Well... you said I’m not your type, right?”

Case in point: his hang-up on her attractions. But Jessica could barely hold back, “Not in a million years... and not because you're not abusive or rich or muscular or handsome-”

“H-Hey-”

“-but because I really just don't have any chemistry with you!”

“Alright, well... in that case-”

“W-Wait!”

“-I wish to be your type!”

“That’s not how thiiiiieiee!” Jessica whined in a high pitched soprano as her body shook with another full-fledged orgasm. Her knees were getting wet now, and soon, she feared, she’d be mercy-killed by dehydration.

Ernest posed with his hands open before Jessica. If he expected her to leap in his arms... Jessica tried not to think about it. A hug, even from her Master, was exactly what her body wanted in the afterglow of coming.

“My... mind can’t be... affected... damn it!”

Ernest looked down and patted his chest and stomach. “I figured it was purely physical... and I kind of expected to change too, to be honest...”

“It doesn’t... matter, Master! I-I’m the captain of the cheerleading squad! I need to date-” Jessica paused just before she named Brad Myers; the last thing she wanted to do was paint a target on her dream Prom King (because she would be Prom Queen, of course), “... someone popular, well-liked, you know?” Well-liked was a stretch, but in the end Brad did have more friends than Ernest... right?

“Things I’m not,” Ernest deadpanned.

Jessica winced in fear of retaliation, but she still had to make her case. “That’s just how... it is. I mean, this isn't even about me! I’d lose friends, my rank on the cheer squad... and probably my scholarship chances, too- and don’t wish me a scholarship! Or friends!”

Ernest slowly closed his mouth before muttering, “I wasn’t gonna...” He was. But another idea crept into his head. Well-liked. “Alright... I think I’ve got it.”

Jessica inhaled to protest- “... You... y-you do?”

“Yeah... before I can get you to like me, I need everyone else to, first,” he simply concluded.

“N-No-!”

“I wish that I was everyone’s type!”

The wish ran a fist right into Jessica’s clit, throwing her back into a panicking orgasm as she tried to reach for and tug on Ernest’s jeans over his knee... as if that might stop him.

Ernest looked down on himself... and remained totally unchanged. There was an oddly satisfying romance to that: that being thin or fat or muscular was apparently never a part of it... but it was also quite frustrating in terms of convincing Jessica to join him. “Well, no one can complain if they all like me, right?”

“I can, Master!” Jessica groaned as she said that damn title again. “It still isn’t affecting me!”

Ernest rubbed his chin in contemplation and looked around his bathroom... until his eyes fell on some smelly cologne his mom had gotten for him at a garage sale. “Oh man... well if I can’t affect you mentally, then what about physiologically?”

Jessica’s hands covered her breasts as she rolled back in the tub and away from Ernest. “Don’t... please, just leave my body alone-!”

“N-No, not to your physiology, I... look, this'll work.”

“Oh God-!” Jessica cries out as she realized she had raised her drenched snatch in rolling back to peek up at her Master, but the wish left his lips before she could reposition.

“I wish my pheromones were a hundred times stronger!”

The ring obeyed... though Jessica watched in baffled, gasping silence.

Ernest looked intently back at her. His eyes were expectant as he searched her body for some sign of attraction besides the small arc of girl juice that went over the lip of the tub and stained the bathroom rug. If this was all a dream, Ernest hoped he remembered the idea of Jessica being a squirter for his future “relaxation exercises.”

“... Pheromones,” she gasped with as doubtful a glare as her squinting, rolling eyes could manage.

“Y-Yeah... you know, like, that animal scent which-”

“Doesn’t that mean you’re going to smell a hundred times stronger?”

“I... What? No, it’s supposed to... I mean don’t you feel anything at all?” Ernest glanced down at her twitching, beet/red snatch. “Ah, I guess it would take some time to notice... oh man, what if humans really don’t have sexual pheromones? I mean, I read the concept once in an erotica-”

Jessica shook her head as she held it against her palms. Wasn’t he listening? She tried to stand as she contemplated him. Did he just not care-?

“Fine, screw it: I wish my touch brought sexual arousal!”

Why?! Jessica tried to stop her fall with the shower curtain but ultimately fell back on her rump as she came yet again. Her hands were involuntarily going to her crotch and right nipple as she started to fall victim to the constant **** of her nervous system; more seconds than normal now passed between her orgasms before she finally returned to her senses and saw Ernest looking down on her. He was going to touch her—finally, at last, she was sure of it!—but instead he had just been standing there... alarmed?

“A-Are... are you alright?”

“I’m... so... fucking... done,” the cheerleader panted. God, did she really just want his touch?!

Ernest flinched as if he intended to go down and give her a reassuring hand, but a withering gaze stayed his hand.

He looked around as if to find an excuse. “I’m... I just want to be...” He quietly sat down on the tub edge—the far end of the edge once he saw Jessica scamper away from him—and spoke as softly as he could manage over her heavy breaths. “I just want to be ideal for you without, you know, turning myself into another ‘Thundercock’ or whatever.”

Ernest had hit closer to home than he realized. “By turning yourself into some kind of sex weirdo?!”

“W-Well, if I’m able to please you, and be wanted or at least tolerated by everyone else... wouldn’t that make this whole ring thing more bearable for you?”

Jessica’s jaw actually went slack in response. “You... you’ve never had a girlfriend, have you?”

Ernest didn’t dare make his middle school “Canadian girlfriend” case here and now. “N-No, I... I guess not.”

Jessica hugged her legs, half to keep from jumping on Ernest—god, maybe there was something to that pheromone trick—and half to cover her naked bits. “L-Look, Ernest: I know you're probably eager to... you know... do stuff, but I-I'm not... as eager,” she quickly amended as the punishment for lying loomed. “I'm definitely not eager when you basically use me as a ****-”

“I don't want you as a ****,” Ernest reaffirmed.

“Well you do as long as you have that ring!”

Ernest hesitantly shook his head.

“The point is... I just want to graduate, and have a normal life... and if that means we end up together, great... let that happen. But don't just... wish for it until it does!”

Jessica hadn't meant for her point to be as poignant as it was, but it hit Ernest nearly enough to will the ring off his finger. He looked down to that emerald promise, of infinite power... and stood with a conflicted furrow on his brow. He stepped away from the tub, unwilling to meet her eyes. What was he doing? This was another human being... and he had grown so excited about...

He shook his head to himself as Jessica watched and waited. “I'm... I'm sorry. I just thought this would make life easy for you... but I'm also just really attracted to you, and...” And he tried to excuse one with the other. They both knew it, at some level. “I swear I’m... I’m not like one of those ‘m’lady’ types,” he declared defensively, “... or, you know... ‘rapey.’”

“Are you sure?”

“Christ, yes. This just... I mean it’s like a crazy dream come true, right? For... me...”

His regret was plain enough that Jessica didn’t bother to answer. She just continued to hug her legs as she hoped this meant the nightmare was almost over.

“Hey... seriously, isn’t there something you’d wish for?”

Jessica shook her head; of course there was, but she was teetering on an unsure line and another few orgasms might push her to lose her damn mind.

“If you make wishes, I promise I won’t take any advantage of your state afterwards.” A pause. “I’ll even promise we don’t do anything tonight.”

Tonight. She couldn’t decide if he was being bold, cruel, or just dumb. But he would leave her be... she wouldn't be ****. She could even wish herself back home to take a shower and ride out the rest of the side-effects in private.

“W-Well...”