You Want Those Tities!

You sit on the couch with a raging hard on. You sigh as you're not getting what you would have liked. What in the world happened to Wendy? What the fuck is going on? Is this guy's some sort of demond? A wizard? Who knows but something was possessing Wendy and maybe you had the power to control it

You unleash you're cock from your pants and slowly stroke it up and down, Wendy was driving you crazy, thoughts of what Wendy might ultimately become run through your mind. What would she look like first thing in the morning? When will it stop? You weren't sure but you did know that right now Wendy was definitely fuckable.

Why did Wendy have to be tired, and why was she always disinterested in anything passionate or sexual. You wish that Wendy wasn't so tired and would come back downstairs and spend more time with you, but hey! For now you just needed to relieve your cock of tension. As you begin masturbating faster you hear footsteps along the landing and the sound of Wendy dismounting the stairs. Quickly you push your monster cock back into your pants and zip it up.

Wendy emerges into the lounge looking very chirpy. "I just can't get to sleep, I'm so excited that you proposed to me. Maybe a hot drink or even another champagne?" she said with a smile, "And then I can try and sleep later." You offer Wendy a hot chocolate which she accepted, and you sit down next to her. Could she of come downstairs because you wanted her too? Is this mind control at work? Who knows, but it gave you another opportunity to feast your eyes on Wendy's Newfound tits. Could they get any bigger?

What has more apparent was that Wendy's Arms, shoulders, torso, waist and legs all seemed much slender although her clothes seemed to fit as if it was the same garment but 3 sizes smaller! You talk to Wendy, all the while your cock is **** for action. It was great that Wendy was transforming into some sort of porn slut, but her attitude and demeanour was still the same old Wendy.

You backtrack your mind and try to determine what it was that bought Wendy down stairs? Was it some type of command? Or wish? Ah-ha! You did wish... ok. You decide to experiment and make another wish. You leave the lounge to the retreat of the bathroom so that you can say aloud another wish. I wish that Wendy loved her body and especially loved her tits. I also wish that Wendy loved to flaunt and tease me with her tits and by her own touch they make her horny and highly amazingly sensitive.

You enter the lounge and instantly stunned by the sight of Wendy. Wendy had repositioned her top to display fantastic deep cleavage. Her face and complexion was so much more sexier. She appeared comfortable in knowing that her cleavage was on display for your pleasure.

"I'm sorry for my behaviour earlier darling, I don't know why I was like that. You were right to enjoy the sight of my big bad girls! It isn't fair that only me gets to enjoy them." Wendy gives you a cheeky sly wink, and slurps her hot chocolate finally positioning her top so that it was over both shoulders. Your cock was now straining inside your pants. If you could just get her to touch those "Big Bad Girls!", or maybe sit closer to her you talk to her more.... You might get some action!

What you know now, is that you had the power that granted wishes over Wendy.