You reappear on a bench in a busy mall. You beam as heads turn toward you, focused on your sexy body, giving you the perfect cover to play with your powers.
--
Eric saw the old woman drop one of her bags, and immediately rushed over to help her gather it up. As he did, he could have sworn that the beautiful girl on the bench smiled at him.
After he was done, he walked off, a bit uncomfortably as usual. Given how his girlfriend loved big dicks, though, he was more than willing to put up with it--he knew she most likely wasn't going to find another guy who was eighteen inches hard.
--
June slumped as she saw the hot young woman on the bench, smiling at passersby. She wished she had the looks to compete with those sorts of women, but all her wishing had been in vain.
Then the woman smiled at her, and June felt herself enfolded in joy.
--
You look on as every eye turns to June, who clearly loves the attention. You don't mind that she's sexier than you, or that she now loves to show it off. Her eight-foot form--nine in her foot-high heels--draws every eye, some envious, many lustful, quite a few both, especially with how her tits bounce, making the two feet of cleavage above and below her top--barely covering her nipples and little more than a thin belt--move enticingly, and how her ass gyrates as she walks, only partly covered by her microskirt, and how her muscles ripple under her skin, while every toss of her head makes her floor-length blonde hair fly wildly. She returns your smile, and you're suddenly glad that you know that Imogen won't have a problem with you playing the field, especially now that she can, too.
--
Harry regretted his wasted youth, barely getting out of high school, unable to go to college and now he was stuck in a low-paying, dead-end job and barely making rent each month. It didn't help matters, he knew, that he'd always felt like his body was wrong, but he didn't have a hope of affording the necessary surgery.
He sat down next to a girl who clearly didn't get that her beauty, great as it was now, would go away soon enough, and that if she didn't have other skills she'd be just as stuck as he was. Still, he figured that if he'd had a body like hers at her age, he would have done the same, and at least then he might have some money socked away against the rougher patches.
When Harriet got up from the bench, she had only one thought in mind: find a modelling agency and get a nest egg going. She didn't know how long her massive breasts would be so perky, or how long until her beautiful face developed age lines and wrinkles. She didn't want to model nude, but she might if the money were right. She definitely didn't want to do hardcore, but if she did end up going nude, she figured she might as well take the next step and do some stuff with other women. Maybe she'd see that hot girl who'd been sitting next to her again and convince her that the money was worth letting men jerk off to the sight of two babes like them going at it.
For now, though, she'd just enjoy the feeling of her large boobs in her tight tank top and think about how many orgasms she could bring herself to that night cramming her two eight-inch vibrators in her sensitive pussy.
--
Audrey sat down, facing a hot woman across the concourse. Thoughts flitted through her head, thoughts of what she'd do to such a woman in bed, thoughts of what she'd want such a woman to do to her in bed.
As beautiful as the woman was, though, Audrey's thoughts inevitably turned to Bailey, her best friend since childhood and her crush since they entered puberty. But Bailey had just laughed at her when she came out, and effectively ended their friendship. Now Bailey showed herself off to every man around, and, if the rumours were true, had one-night stand after one-night stand with them. Audrey's dreams of loving encounters had since turned to grim fantasies of domination.
Audrey stood after a few moments' contemplation, adjusting her baggy clothing. She loved her body, but didn't let just anyone see it, only those she knew she could scare into silence about it. Somehow, though, she knew the woman across the way knew exactly what was under her clothes and would do things with it that would leave Audrey, who'd been able to dominate every woman she'd met, swearing eternal allegiance. She had the stranger thought that the woman just might be able to hold her to it--even the eternal part.
--
Lettie sat down and, try as she might, couldn't keep her eyes from flitting to the woman next to her. She was perfect--well, almost perfect. One more thing and Lettie would beg to be her girlfriend.
Suddenly the woman turned and said, "Hi, I'm Joan."
Lettie blushed. "I'm Lettie." Facing the woman directly now, she couldn't help sweep her eyes down her scantily-clad form.
"Like what you see?"
"What?"
"Like I said, do you like what you see? Don't be afraid, they're not paying attention anyway." Indeed they weren't, Lettie realized, in no small part due to the fact that a massive, bustier woman had just sat down on another bench and was stretching. As attractive as she found that woman, though, there was just something about the one next to her that Lettie found irresistibly attractive.
"Oh, you like her, too? Well, she can join the fun, if you want."
"Fun? Her? She's way too good for me, I'll bet. You she might go for, but not if I had to be in there, too."
"You'd be surprised what turns some people on." The strange woman caught the other's eye, and the tall woman rose and clicked across the way to sit down on the other side of Lettie.
"Hi, I'm June," she said.
"Lettie."
Joan's voice drew in both of them. "So as I was saying, Lettie, if you want June in on the fun--"
"Of course I want her in on the fun--if she wants to be in on the fun--but I've got to ask: what fun?"
"Of course I want to be in on it. I bet you're a firecracker in bed."
Lettie blushed furiously.
"It's settled, then," said Joan, and she waved her hand.
Lettie stared in amazement at the huge, beautifully-appointed bedroom she was in, and again at the two women going furiously at each other on the massive bed.
"Joan," said one of them while coming down from a screaming orgasm, "why'd you have to spoil my fun?"
"Yeah, I was just about to bring a few lucky audience members in. What gives?"
"Imogen, meet Lettie and June. I think you'll find their fantasies quite compelling."
Lettie was confused. Why was Joan addressing these two women both as Imogen? They looked identical, but having the same name?
"Oh! I'm sorry, where are my manners? Lettie, June, I'm Joan, the all-powerful god of the universe, and this is my girlfriend Imogen."
Before Lettie's eyes Imogen appeared to have an illusion fall away from her, revealing an amazingly tall woman with an impossible form--tons of arms, what Imogen supposed had to be the largest breasts ever--and six of them!--and what appeared to be multiple dicks pumping in and out of multiple vaginas on the other woman, built almost identically, who was returning the favour with gusto. They appeared to be in impossible synchronicity.
"Wait, all-powerful?" said June.
"Well, I'm actually a man named John, but yes, I'm omnipotent. My girlfriend asked to be put in these bodies--her mind's controlling both of them at once--and it was trivial to grant. I can do the same for you if you want."
"OK," said Lettie, feeling a bit skeptical, "if you really can, make me as tall as her, but with only two breasts--still around her size, though--and give me three dicks, as long as hers."
"Do you want extra pussies, too?"
"No, I want to fuck her, and I want her to fuck me, and I want her to jam all three of hers into my one cunt."
"Do you want your cocks above or below your pussy?"
"You can do that? Below, then."
"And do you want extra arms to be able to pleasure all your erogenous zones at once?"
"Sure, why not?"
"I could also give you extra tongues"--Imogen stuck hers out of her mouths and, Lettie saw, her pussies--"and, you know," and Joan's voice dropped to a conspiratorial stage whisper, "she loves the feeling of getting oral while she's deep in someone."
"Sure, I'll go for that," said Lettie, and seconds later she was on the bed with one of Imogen's bodies.
"Anything you care for, June?"
"If you can do it, a body like Lettie's, only with four breasts, three pussies, and from the look of it, I should probably have my three dicks above them." Another second later June found herself tangled up with Imogen.
About a minute later, Imogen, Lettie and June squealed in delight and pleasure as they felt gigantic tits pressing into their backs and huge, hard cocks penetrating their tight assholes.
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