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If there was one place in the mall Rodney perved on more than Janey's shop, it was Hotdog-On-A-Stick. He had an app on his phone that alerted him to when the girls were due to crush lemons for lemonade. Watching them forcibly pounding away in their tight blue shorts and brighly striped blouses and stupid hats was always a high point of his day.

He couldn't resist. These weren't even his favorite HOAS girls, but still...

And then he got a better idea.

"Janey, open the gate!" He commanded as with a wish the two Hotdog girls started making out.

"OK, Rodney..." The bimbofied store clerk complied, despite being very confused.

The crowd was no longer interested in getting in, it seemed. With the triplets out of sight and sex shows spontaneously sprouting up all over outside the shop, getting in the store had lost its appeal.

"Hey! Hey you!" Rodney told the shorter Hotdog girl, causing her to break off the kiss with her colleague. "Give Janey your uniform!"

"Ok!" She agreed as the bone throbbed in his hand and she immediately started shucking it off.

"Me too?" Asked the taller Hotdog girl.

"Just your top and bra," he said.

"Great!" She said and did so.

"You want me to be a Hotdog-On-A-Stick girl?" Janey asked, still very confused.

"I want you to suck my dick while dressed as a Hotdog-On-A-Stick girl!" He explained.

"Oh!" Janey exclaimed, gratefully receiving the uniform from the naked girl now that she understood. "I want that too! I want that more than anything!"

And so she frantically struggled to squeeze into the red, yellow, blue and white uniform that by no means fit her, while Rodney used the wishbone to assure it would never fit its original owner again either. The naked Hotdog-On-A-Stick girl squealed in delight with her new body and then her topless co-worker did the same.

"Free hand jobs!" She announced. "We're giving free hand jobs, today only, to say thank you to our customers! Line up now to cum on our titties!"

That definitely distracted the crowd from Janey and her struggle to get the striped top over her tits.

"Good enough, babe," Rodney assured her. "Just put on the hat."

She did and followed him joyfully to a bench. He pulled down his pants and sat down, his rampant member pointing up at her.

"Welcome to Hotdog-On-A-Stick!" She exclaimed. "Can I interest you in a blow job?"

"That's just what I'd like!" He agreed.

"Oh goodie, goodie, goodie!" She said, jumping up and down to make her titties tussle in the too tight top.

And then she knelt before her customer and master and took his hard cock between her needful lips. As her head bobbed along his shaft, her hat precariously perched, she thought how lucky she was that Rodney had got the wishbone. This was so much better than anything she would have used it for.

Rodney looked out at the growing chaos he had created, occasionally wishing more women to become bimbosluts and for men who objected to not worry so much and enjoy it.

"It's good to be the king," he observed, and stroked Janey's face as she devotedly sucked his cock with grateful, vacuous eyes.

He wasn't going to hold off cuming for long. But he never had any trouble rising again. What other places in the mall might he have Janey blow him? What other uniforms could he have her wear?

The endless possibilities pushed him over the edge and he groaned and spurted down Janey's throat as she moaned in pure ecstasy.