It’s Megan time.

You got powers that allow you to control a number of specific women. You started with Taylor to fulfil your fantasies and are now in a very good place.

However, you never said she would be the only one.

Looking at Megan, you wish that she finds you seriously attractive and comforting right now.

The blonde coos into your embrace and nuzzles against your chest.

“I might be able to see what Taylor sees in you, John.” She says provocatively.

“Thanks,” You say. “Are you okay now?”

“I’m… No, I’m not, John. I need comforting. I need to feel like… I matter to someone.” She pushes against you, pressing her body and her enormous tits against your chest. She looks up at you with longing eyes.

You lean down slowly, and Megan has already closed her eyes and half-opened her mouth.

Your lips meet hers, and you slide your tongue inside her mouth.

You are now passionately kissing your girlfriend’s best friend.

Megan is running her hands around your chest and hair. She embraces you passionately, but it’s different from Taylor.

Taylor takes charge, she embraces you in a way that says it’s her right to have you. Megan, on the other hand, needs you. She wants you to do things to her. To reassure her that she matters.

You comply. You tentatively put your hands on her legs. When she doesn’t push you away, you slide you hands up to her amazing ass.

Calling Megan fat would be absolute idiocy, but it’s true that she’s a bit more plump than Taylor. Her face is a great mix of cute and sexy, her shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair is almost as bouncy as her huge tits and her body is a perfect hourglass figure.

You deepen the kiss as you think this, and she moans for you. One of your hands leaves her ass and goes to her chest. You squeeze her tits through her uniform, and her muffled moans become louder. You pinch her nipple area and even through the shirt and bra, you feel her shudder. She might have even more sensitive breasts than Taylor.

Megan breaks the kiss. “Please… do me…” She utters longingly.

“What about Taylor…? You ask. And suddenly you remember. “Megan, don’t you have boyfriend?”

“Please… fuck me…!” She repeats. “I don’t care what happens anymore! John, please… I need you…”

She’s willing to cheat on her boyfriend and fuck her best friend’s boyfriend.