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                             PowerBand

1. Eric finds the ring

Darrone had stricken a deal with the devil himself. In exchange 
for his immortal soul he received a ring forged in the fires of 
hell. It gave Darrone supernatural power over the minds and 
bodies of mortals and animals. But Darrone was stupid. He 
used his power cruelly over the people of the small village in 
which he lived and his powers became well known. In his 
carelessness, a man whose wife he had taken and abused for his 
personal pleasure attacked him in his sleep, killing him and 
severing his head and hands with an axe. Darrone's detached 
parts were buried in a locked box and the rest of his body was 
burned at the stake. The church elders ordered that there would 
never be any mention of his deeds in the records of the day.

The Devil took ownership of Darrone's soul as agreed to. He 
left the ring on Earth to see what other mischief he might 
cause. After several centuries, he mostly forgot it even existed. 
Meanwhile the world of humans became larger and more 
complex. With only a little effort, it was now much easier to 
remain undiscovered. The next owner was a lot smarter than 
Darrone and had never made any such deal with the Devil. In 
fact, the Devil was so busy raising hell in so many other parts 
of the world he didn't even notice the ring was now back in 
circulation. 

-----

Every fall for over a decade Eric had gone back to rural 
Massachusetts to help his Grandfather. Advancing emphysema 
had made it impossible for Gramps to keep up the family farm 
anymore. The arable land had all been rented out, but Eric's 
grandparents still lived in the old house. Eric loved visiting 
them and they always appreciated the help. 

This year Eric was tearing down an old stone wall and stacking 
up the rocks for use in paving a walkway to the garden. At one 
end the stone wall joined a hill and formed a reinforcing 
embankment. While pulling apart this part of the wall Eric 
came across a rotten chunk of wood with a corroded brass 
handle attached to it. As he pulled on the handle it ripped clean 
off the wood. Using a shovel he found that the wood was a part 
of an old box or chest of some sort that was so badly 
deteriorated that he had to completely uncover it before lifting 
it from its resting place. The simple chest had no markings and 
its lid was held shut with a rusty blob that probably used to be a 
lock. Eric carefully carried the chest to the workshop to 
investigate. Once on the bench, Eric could see that the lock was 
hopelessly corroded. But the wood was so rotten that it only 
took a few moments with a screwdriver to tear off one of the 
boards forming the lid. Two quick yanks and he had pulled the 
rest of the lid apart revealing the contents.

Inside Eric found the crumbling remains of a skull. It startled 
him and he stepped back a bit. As he recovered from that, he 
peered down at the gray remains. They were so old that he had 
to be very careful as he lifted them out onto the bench top. The 
jaw had separated, and the back of the skull appeared to have 
been badly crushed before interment. Looking inside the box 
he could see the scattered teeth and what appeared to be the 
phalanges, carpals, and portions of the arm bones of hands that 
had been buried with the head. Eric guessed that whoever it 
was had been killed with a blow to the back of the head. Then 
the head and hands had been chopped from the body and 
buried in this box.

A glint caught his eye and Eric picked up a simple gold ring 
from among the bones in the box. Wondering how big the dead 
man had been, he tried the band on his left ring finger. It 
slipped on easily, fitting him well. Eric looked at his hands, 
reflecting on the fact that gold never tarnishes. Having never 
married, he felt slightly uncomfortable with it there. But when 
he tried to take it off, it refused to budge. Several tugs later he 
shrugged and stopped trying. He figured it would slide off 
when he washed up for dinner. He carefully replaced the bones 
in the box and returned to his project. He had a lot of work to 
do and only three more days before he flew back home. He 
intended to tell his grandfather about his find that evening.

Eric worked hard the rest of the afternoon. He didn't seem to 
get tired and actually got a lot of work done before his 
grandmother called him in for dinner. She was such an 
excellent cook. His grandfather couldn't come down for dinner 
that night because he was too sick. Eric felt sad for the old 
gentleman. A lifetime of working the farm had left him old and 
weak. The doctors gave him only a few months left. As Eric 
went to bed that night he could hear his grandfather pitch a 
fearsome coughing fit. It made Eric wish his grandfather could 
get well. As he made the wish he noticed the ring became 
warm on his finger. He idly fiddled with it, trying once again to 
get it off.

When Eric woke up the next morning, it didn't occur to him 
that he still was wearing the ring. He washed and dressed and 
came down stairs to find his grandfather in the kitchen 
enjoying a huge breakfast. 

He smiled broadly at Eric, "Good mornin' Son. I feel great! Are 
you needing any help out there?"

"Uh, no Grandpa. You really shouldn't be exerting yourself."

"Oh nonsense, I'm fine. Nora, you must be the best cook in the 
world. These eggs are great." He gave his wife a shameless 
squeeze on the butt as she came near. She blushed.

The old fart out ate Eric that morning. His wife refused to let 
him help with the work Eric was doing, though. Later while 
Eric was outside working, the hospice nurse showed up to 
check on Grandpa's sudden upturn in strength. As she was 
leaving, Eric called to her to inquire. Introducing her self as 
Mary, she explained how sometimes terminally ill patients 
discovered a second wind near their end. Although she had 
never seen one quite like this, she was quite sure it was 
temporary.

While she talked, Eric admired her white uniform, her long 
legs, and her curly black hair drawn back into a neat bun. She 
began to feel warm and flush under his gaze. She shifted her 
weight about and squirmed slightly. Mary became distracted 
and lost her train of thought several times. This did not go 
unnoticed by Eric. His normal male thought patterns surfaced 
and he wished he could see her more, and more of her. He 
changed the topic by asking if he could see her for dinner that 
evening. To her own great surprise, she agreed immediately. 
Each of his suggestions were answered with an enthusiastic 
yes. She became uncomfortable with her reactions to Eric's 
requests. She excused herself lamely, saying she had other 
appointments to keep that day. As she walked toward her car, 
Eric formed a lewd fantasy of her, undressing her with his 
eyes. Her normal walk degenerated into a sensual promenade 
with overdone hip swings. As she bent over to get into her car, 
Eric fantasized a quick thrust into her from behind; unaware of 
the power the ring had given him. Mary let out a yelp and 
collapsed into her car seat, gripping the wheel tightly.

Eric felt the warmth on his left hand again. As he turned his 
attention to the ring, Mary regained her composure. She started 
the car and left. As he watched her drive away, Eric found 
himself wishing that his date would turn out to be seriously 
horny for him tonight. He hadn't gotten laid for several months 
and could use a good fuck.

-----

As Mary pulled out onto the country lane, she felt an 
undeniable desire wash over her. For some unknown reason, 
she just knew that Eric was the sexiest man she had ever met. 
She was now very happy she had agreed to meet him that 
evening. How incredibly lucky she was to have met old man 
Warner's grandson. She knew Eric was just visiting, so tonight 
might be her only chance ever to be with the man of her 
dreams. The day seemed to drag on forever. She pressed 
through her rounds quickly. Whenever she wasn't actively 
engaged with her job, her mind conjured up a complex love 
fantasy of Eric. Each time she wandered back into her 
imaginary world, the fantasy became increasingly sexual. By 
the time she got home before three o'clock her fantasy had 
become blatantly erotic. Yet there were still hours before the 
agreed upon meeting time. She took a long hot shower during 
which she masturbated herself to orgasm twice. She normally 
didn't touch herself like that but right now she was so horny 
that she could not help it. The two fresh orgasms only made 
things worse. She needed relief. She needed to be fucked. She 
needed Eric.

Other people considered Mary to be thin and attractive, but she 
always thought herself to be skinny and flat chested. So she 
combed through her wardrobe, trying on four of five different 
outfits before choosing one she felt would be sure to please 
Eric. Mary was not a virgin, but living in a small town offered 
her few chances to practice. She wanted to leave nothing to 
chance. She fussed over her makeup, attending to every detail, 
making sure she would catch this man. Little did she know she 
was already captured. Eric had started the process of screwing 
her the moment they met. She would fuck Eric tonight as sure 
as the sun rises in the morning.

-----

Eric watched Mary's car disappear down the lane. "Jesus, that 
was wild." he thought. "It's as if she was reading my mind." He 
contemplated the ring on his finger remembering the warmth 
he felt when he was thinking about his date for that evening. 
He decided to examine the box of bones some more.

The tool shed was hot. The sun beating on the tin roof made it 
much hotter than outside. "Man, I sure could use a cold one." 
he absently thought. He carefully took out all of the contents 
from the box and lay them out on a cleared area of the bench, 
nothing spectacular, just gruesome remains. He tipped the box 
on its side, looking carefully at the details of its construction. 
Again, there wasn't a clue as to the origin or the identification 
of the contents. He picked up a knife and began wedging it into 
the cracks at the corners. The knife slipped and he put a quick 
slice in the tip of his right thumb.

"Damn!" he said out loud. Now he would have to baby his 
right hand for weeks. He wished it would heal faster than that. 
Then, right before his eyes, the cut stopped bleeding. Within 
moments the cut began to close and in about a half a minute, it 
had healed completely without even a trace of a scar. 
Somehow, in the fog of his own disbelief, he felt the warmth of 
the ring on his left hand. Eric sat back on a sawhorse and 
looked at both hands, his ring finger and his healed thumb. 
"This must be some weird dream," he was thinking.

"Oh, hi Eric." Grandma said, bringing him back to reality. "I 
brought you a nice cold beer. Why are you resting in this hot 
old shed?"

"Just cleaning up some stuff." he lied.

"Well you don't need to work so hard, you know. Howard 
hasn't used this shop in years."

"How is he doing, Grandma?"

"Well just wonderful! He hasn't had this kind of energy in 
years. I've had to stop him three times now from coming out to 
help you. I'm really afraid he will hurt himself."

Eric wondered if his wish last night had anything to do with it. 
"I wouldn't give up on that tough old bird, Grandma. He may 
have years left in him."

She smiled, "Wouldn't that be grand. Come in for lunch soon, 
Dear."

As she turned to leave Eric saw the advanced stoop in her back 
from osteoporosis. He wondered... it all sounded too fantastic... 
but what would it hurt. He wished that his Grandmother's back 
and bones would be as strong and strait as when she was thirty. 
She had already left the shed. By the time Eric reached the 
door to look, Mrs. Warner was standing up strait. Her stride 
was quick and purposeful.

Eric shrank back into the tool shed in disbelief. For a long 
while his mind mulled over the implications of what was 
happening to him. He looked at his hands again, turning them 
over. As an experiment, he wished that the calluses and blisters 
earned over the last week of labor would heal. Within 
moments, his hands had returned to the soft conditions of the 
office worker he was. Eric reached up and took his glasses off. 
He looked around the shed and the whole scene sharpened into 
focus. This brought a big smile to his face, he had been 
wearing thick glasses since the third grade.

The warm feeling on his left hand caught his attention again. 
He went over to the bench and looked down at the bones. 
"Whoever you were, thank you."

Eric tested the limits of this new power he had stumbled onto. 
He found he couldn't move objects with his thoughts. Or at 
least he didn't know how to. He tried making changes to a 
shrub outside the shed to no avail. Plants were out. He tried 
summoning Shep, the Warner's old dog. Without a whistle or a 
call, Shep showed up at the tool shed, looking inquisitively at 
Eric. Eric willed for Shep to go get his rawhide chew toy. Shep 
turned and bounded out of the shed, returning moments later 
with the gnarly leather object. "Good boy, Shep." He pat the 
dog on the head.

Eric felt hungry and remembered his Grandmother's invitation. 
He willed the hunger pangs away, but in a moment realized 
that he liked eating, especially Grandma Warner's cooking. He 
allowed those feelings to return and headed to the house.

During lunch Eric made some further changes to his 
grandparents. He loved them too much to change their 
personalities. All he changed was their health and strength. He 
pushed his Grandma just a little, so she would let Grandpa 
come help in the yard. By late afternoon the two of them had 
demolished the wall and moved the rocks into neat piles, ready 
to make a cobble path. Eric had told his Grandfather about his 
date with Mary that evening. The old man surprised Eric by 
recalling a few youthful exploits of his own. The two had a 
grand time swapping dirty jokes. When they finally stopped for 
the day and went in the house Eric told his Grandmother about 
his date with Mary. She winked at him saying, "You kids have 
a good time. I think Howard and I need some time together 
tonight."

Eric took a quick shower and borrowed Howard's pickup to go 
see Mary. She was waiting nervously on the front porch for 
him. She looked fabulous in her low cut flower print summer 
dress and open toe heels. Since Eric had been unaware of his 
new powers of persuasion when he asked her out, he did not 
know that his private mental wish that afternoon had already 
done its trick on Mary. He had wished that she would be horny 
for him. More than just being receptive to his advances, she 
had already masturbated twice to fantasies of him. She was all 
juiced up and ready to go.

She asked Eric if he wanted to come in for a cool drink before 
they went out and he agreed. Eric sat down on the couch and 
Mary went to the kitchen for some iced tea. She walked slow 
and swung her hips as she walked, advertising her desire. 

Eric's red-blooded male urges took over. Forgetting for the 
moment that the ring on his finger gave him control over her, 
he formed a wish for sex with her. Soon he would learn to 
control and direct his wishes. Right now, as he felt the warm 
pleasure of an erection growing in his pants, his desire was 
washing over Mary, flooding her. 

Unlike anything she had ever felt before and without any 
physical stimulation at all, Mary felt her nipples harden and her 
labia pucker and swell. She nearly dropped the pitcher of iced 
tea as her skin began to tingle. She felt between her legs and 
her panties were not just damp, but soaking, dripping wet. 
Loosing all control, she walked into the living room, set the tea 
aside, and sat right next to Eric. She immediately gave him an 
open mouth kiss and squirmed her body against his. 

Eric returned the kiss and within moments the two of them 
were naked. Mary wrapped her legs around his waist. The 
uncontrollable humping of her hips rubbed her love crack up 
and down against his belly. He pushed forward until the tip of 
his cock found her lower lips. Feeling this she met his thrust 
and impaled herself on him. Eric held still for a moment, 
savoring the tight pussy and the squirming woman underneath 
him. Then he started a slow rhythmic thrusting. With each 
thrust he wanted to get deeper inside her. Quickly his orgasm 
hit him. He wanted her to orgasm at the same time and he 
wanted this moment to go on and on. 

Mary was in absolute heaven. Eric's penis had become the 
focal point of her existence. With each thrust it seemed to get 
larger and longer, filling her more and more. Soon it began to 
be painful as her cunt stretched to accommodate him. When 
she felt the head of his cock thumping against her cervix she 
looked down to see that there was still several inches of him 
not in her yet. He looked huge, larger than any man she had 
known. When he stiffened with his orgasm, she leapt over the 
edge herself into the most consuming orgasm she had ever 
experienced. She thrashed around wildly, pinned beneath the 
grunting, twitching man. His orgasm lasted several minutes and 
she could not return from the rocket ride of ecstasy she was on. 
She could feel her insides begin to swell as his jism continued 
to spew forth. She though, "How long can this go on? How 
much can this man produce?" 

Finally he relaxed and her uncontrollable orgasm subsided. 
Never in her life had she even dreamed she could experience 
this much ecstasy. Her eyes bulged as he began to withdraw 
from her and the widened even more as she gazed upon his still 
hard manhood. No wonder it had started to hurt her. Eric's cock 
was some eighteen inches long and at least three inches thick. 
It was inhumanly large. A puddle of thick seamen oozed from 
her pussy, the upholstery of her couch was ruined.

Eric also looked at his own cock in disbelief. It was two times 
larger than ever before. As he realized what had really 
happened, His smile grew wide. It dawned on him, he could 
fuck this woman as much as he wanted, as often and long as he 
desired. Even though they had only met this morning, she had 
given herself to him with total abandon. He could indulge his 
fantasies with her and she could not resist. 

He looked at his hand. He could feel the warmth radiating from 
the ring. He turned to Mary and said "Lick it clean, Mary."

She shook her head from side to side and tried to say no. Eric's 
huge cock was frightening. But at the same time as she 
expressed her unwillingness to comply, she grasped him with 
both hands, brought her face down to him, and began to lick. 
He was coated with the thick slime of her lubrication. The 
thought of licking her own secretions disgusted her and she 
found the taste repulsive. Soon her tongue, lips, chin, and nose 
were covered with the goo.

Eric sat back to enjoy the cleaning Mary was giving him. He 
could see the look of fear and displeasure on her face. 
Contemplating the effects of his power, he thought "I could 
make her happy or sad about this. She has no choice, but I have 
no reason to dislike her." He felt some compassion for her, not 
enough to have her stop, though. It felt too good, and he had 
always wanted a woman to do this to him. Without using 
spoken words, he formed a wish, really more of a mental 
image. "You like this. Swallow all you can get. You love the 
taste and stink of your own pussy. You love me, you worship 
my cock, you live to bring me pleasure in any way I desire. 
You thrill for the taste and feel of my come."

Mary felt her entire attitude change. She had full memory of 
the revulsion she had only a minute ago. But now she felt this 
amazing happiness overtake her. She nuzzled against Eric's 
huge cock, spreading her own fuck slime from ear to ear. She 
swallowed deep, and licked up some more. She marveled at the 
wonderful way the thick stuff covered her tongue and throat. 
She started gliding her hands up and down the length of him. 
She could see the pleasure she was giving him light up his face. 
That made her proud, happy and secure. Mary concentrated her 
kissing and licking on the big purple head. It was as large as an 
apple and wouldn't ever fit in her mouth.

Eric's cock had remained fully erect after his orgasm. He 
realized that with that ring on his finger he could keep this 
unnaturally large erection up as long as he wished it. He started 
to hump his hips against her hands and lips. He stood up and 
towered over his captive servant on the couch. The humping of 
his hips caused the head of his cock to poke at her face and her 
open, kissing, licking mouth. Eric decided he wanted to see her 
face and chest covered with his come. He willed it and his balls 
and prostate organs magically grew to capacity to provide the 
volume of spew he fantasized. Then, just minutes after his first 
orgasm, he came again. Keeping with his fantasy, he spurted a 
huge volume of come. The first two pulses filled her mouth to 
capacity. She pulled back for a breath and the next few pulses 
splashed across her face.

Eric became absorbed in the perversion of the moment. Using 
his throbbing tool like a hose, and backing it up with the power 
of the ring, he began systematically covering Mary with glob 
after glob of come. Based on his earlier wish, the hosing 
thrilled her. She took a hold of him and aimed the surging flow 
at her mouth again. She swallowed what she could, but most of 
it overflowed, running off her chin onto her torso.

Eric finally stopped the torrent of slime. He slumped into a 
nearby chair and looked at what he had just done. By now most 
of his come had ended up all over the couch. Mary had one 
hand between her legs rubbing up and down across her pussy, 
directing her middle finger onto her clit. Her other hand 
traveled up and down her chest, spreading the thick goop 
around like some sort of body lotion. Mary's eyes were locked 
onto Eric's erection. He'd had two orgasms in the last ten 
minutes and he was still hard She marveled over how lucky she 
was to have found this man. She would do anything, absolutely 
anything to make him happy. Just as long as she could have 
access to his fabulous cock! She had no idea that in truth, she 
was merely a lump of clay, a possession for the amusement of 
someone with a supernatural power over her.

Eric watched his toy rubbing herself on the couch. He liked 
what he saw and decided he wanted her to be continually 
masturbating around him, unless he told her otherwise or she 
was busy doing something important. Done. 

"Looks like you need a shower, Mary. And I could use one." 
With that they both went to her bathroom. Keeping at least one 
hand between her legs, Mary got fresh towels and started the 
shower water. They both stepped in together. She lathered up 
and gently washed Eric's huge erection and massive balls. He 
rinsed off and left the shower to Mary, watching her try to 
wash off his spunk one handed. 

He looked over her thin frame and decided a few modifications 
were in order. He paused for a moment, considering the 
morality of his actions. In the heat of sexual excitement, he had 
already altered her personality, not to mention ruining her 
couch. He figured he could change her back if it seemed 
necessary. So, what then, would make it necessary? He looked 
at his hand and the ring. Where did it come from? What was 
the extent of the powers it gave him? What was the source of 
its power? What, if any, were the costs of using it? He tugged 
at the ring. It would not come off. Even with warm soapy 
water, it refused to budge, as if it had changed its size to 
become a permanent part of him. The simple gold band looked 
like a wedding ring. Eric decided that somehow he was meant 
to have the ring, that somehow he deserved it. He formed the 
idea that whatever he did was OK. He was smart enough to 
realize that he would always have to be discrete. He didn't want 
Mary blabbing to her friends about him and his power. In fact, 
this little New England town was too small. Everybody knew 
everybody. Secrets would be hard to keep. He would need to 
keep his plane reservations back to Phoenix. 

A smile spread over his face. He recalled a famous movie line. 
"Reservations? I don't need no stinkin' reservations. I can fly 
any time I damn well please." At that moment, the concept of 
morality vanished from Eric. As long as he carefully kept his 
power a secret, he decided he was free to do as he pleased. He 
looked at the naked, masturbating woman in the shower.  
Speaking out loud, but talking mostly to himself, "Lets take 
you for a test drive. Follow me." Eric offered her a towel and 
walked directly to Mary's bedroom. She looked awkward 
trying to dry herself with one hand so he momentarily released 
her from her masturbation spell. 

Eric made a pile of the pillows at the head of Mary's bed and 
relaxed comfortably in the center, putting his cock on display 
for Mary. Her knees weakened as she felt a desperate hunger 
for it. But she could not act on her desire as Eric now 
controlled her body as a puppet. He wordlessly changed and 
operated her leaving her mind free to observe what happened. 
She danced slowly and seductively, turning around to give Eric 
a full view of his sculpting.

He started by adding mass to her muscles, filling out her thin 
frame. Her calves and thighs took on nice curved form, as did 
her arms and back. He left her waist narrow and her stomach 
flat, but gave the muscles there a strong rippled look. From his 
fantasy came the notion that she would possess a remarkable 
combination of athletic strength and agility plus the flexibility 
of a Chinese contortionist. "Mmmm" he murmured as he 
thought about that.

Then he built up Mary's breasts. As she looked down, they 
magically grew, swelling out to a fine pair of double-d's with 
no sagging at all. He made them swell up and towards the 
center to form an impressive cleavage without being pushed 
together. He made the areolas large and dark brown, tipped 
with hard nipples the size of a thimble. With a quick wish from 
Eric her hands massaged and kneaded her new tits. The 
satisfied smile on her lips was quite genuine. Suddenly two 
small gold rings appeared piercing her nipples each one with a 
brilliant blue sapphire setting. Her eyes widened in shock. 
Eric's eyes blinked in surprise because he had thought he 
couldn't control inanimate objects. These rings had 
materialized from thin air. "Well, what fortune, what fun I'm 
going to have!" he thought. 

Satisfied with her tits for now, he turned his attention to her 
face. Mary was already a pretty woman. He knew that if he 
changed her face drastically, she would have a hard time fitting 
into her community. He decided to make only small changes. 
First he made sure that her face was symmetric. Then he added 
to her lips, making them full, giving them a rich, naturally pink 
color without lipstick. He made her purse her lips in a slight 
kissing pose. He made that their natural relaxed position so that 
whenever she wasn't smiling, talking, or eating, she would 
always look like she was ready to kiss. She already had a small 
nose, high cheeks and big brown eyes. All that was left to do 
was to remove any and all blemishes from her skin. The effect 
so far was stunning.

Now Eric worked over her waist and hips. Her ass was round, 
but small. He added just enough flesh to make it invitingly 
shaped. He widened Mary's hips some and narrowed her waist. 
The only thing left to play with was her hair.

Mary had jet-black hair that she wore shoulder length. Eric 
wanted it longer, within moments it reached all the way to her 
waist. It fell in long full curls, highlighting her face and tits. 
With a quick thought from Eric, every trace of body hair 
vanished from the neck down. Eric wished that all of her body 
hair follicles would stop permanently, even the dormant ones. 
With that, Eric had Mary take a long look in the dressing 
mirror and made her happy about what she saw. He allowed 
her to speak, reinstating the masturbation spell.

"H-h-how have you done this to me? I've always wanted bigger 
breasts. And these nipple rings. How did you do that?" 

"I'm not sure. I found this ring buried at Grandpa's house 
yesterday. It gives me some sort of power over people. I have 
no idea how it works. And I don't khow what its limits are. I 
can't change that lamp over there, but I can change those 
sapphires to diamonds."

As she gently pinched her super sensitive nipples, the settings 
on the nipple jewelry suddenly changed to hold sparkling 
diamonds. The excitement was building in her. She slipped a 
hand down to her crotch and felt something unexpected. 
Looking down she saw that a diamond ring had pierced her 
clitoris. The stone had to be two carats or more. She looked in 
the mirror. Her hair had changed to platinum blonde. Mary 
now couldn't even recognize herself. Staring at her hot new 
body, her masturbation took on a directed intensity. 

Eric could see her expression change and decide it was time to 
fuck this hot babe. Mary immediately complied with his 
unspoken wish and crawled onto the bed with him. She 
straddled him, lifting up to impale herself on him. As she 
settled her weight onto him, she expected that only some of his 
enormous cock would fit. But to her joy, he had adjusted her 
internal anatomy to match. She kept descending until her pussy 
lips nestled at the very base of him. He fit, and it felt 
wonderful! 

Eric reached up and palmed her breasts, spreading his fingers 
wide and squeezing. This time he wanted her to have a long 
series of orgasms, so he formed the wish that she would rise 
quickly to orgasm with only a short amount of stimulation.

Mary could tell an orgasm was pending. She gyrated her hips 
in circles, kissing his root with her lower lips. The rush 
overtook her and she groaned long and loud, laying forward, 
pressing her tits against Eric's chest, kissing and licking his 
neck and ears. Eric smiled broadly, knowing he had brought 
her to orgasm without moving hardly at all. After her orgasm 
subsided some, he humped several times with his hips. 
Immediately Mary started rising toward another orgasm. She 
met his thrusts and quickly spilled over into another powerful 
rush of sexual pleasure, hugging him tight against her. Eric 
paused just long enough for her rush to relax when he thrust 
into her some more. She had a third rapid-fire orgasm and was 
becoming delirious with pleasure.

Eric rolled the two of them over so that he was now on top. He 
folded her legs up crossing her ankles behind her head. They 
stayed comfortably there. The posture exposed her pink 
hairless pussy completely. For the next several hours Eric 
pounded away at her with full-length thrusts of his supernatural 
cock. As wave after wave of orgasm swept across her, she lost 
track of reality. Several times Eric treated himself to an orgasm 
of his own after which they would change to some other exotic 
position. Eric used is power over Mary to keep her in a 
constant state of ecstasy. After a while she stopped using words 
and was reduced to grunting and moaning. 

Eric finally quit pummeling her. He went to the bathroom to 
piss. When her returned, Mary had her legs spread wide and 
was gently massaging her overused pussy. Remembering that 
he had given her extraordinary flexibility, he had a lewd idea. 
In place of an urge to masturbate, he gave Mary a new 
compulsion. Eric placed a wish for an additional change to her 
anatomy to accommodate this new perversion.

Mary looked past her boobs at her pussy. She got this weird 
urge to lick her own pussy. Since Eric had changed all the 
tendons and cartilage in her whole body giving her unnatural 
flexibility, she easily curled her torso forward until her face 
was directly in her own crotch. Her mouth became full and as 
she parted her lips, her tongue magically grew forth, extending 
out a good seven or eight inches. She lapped hungrily at her 
self. The sticky mixture of Eric's cum and her juices covered 
her tongue. She tried to recoil it back so that she could 
swallow, but the thing would no longer fit back into her mouth. 
Because Eric wanted it, she flicked the tip back and forth 
across her clit and quickly rose to orgasm.

The sight of Mary licking her own pussy with an eight-inch 
tongue amused Eric. He wondered what it would be like to see 
that tongue used on another woman and then said to himself, 
"Why not?" 

"Get dressed, Mary. Lets go find you a playmate. Name off 
some good looking single girls in this town." 

Mary unfolded herself and got off the bed. She tried to ask Eric 
what he meant by playmate, but her tongue prevented her from 
forming any intelligible words. "Gug gug gub..." is all she 
could manage to do.

Eric laughed out loud at her predicament. He realized that the 
bizarre tongue protruding from her face detracted from her 
beauty. After a moment, he decided to allow it to shrink 
enough to fit inside her mouth and allow her to talk. 

"Well, there is Jill Webber who works at the bank. And Lisa 
Jones, she is still in High School."

Eric interrupted, "Yum, a teenager. I suppose she still lives at 
home. Are you friends with these women?"

"Jill and I are friends. I only know Lisa because this is a small 
town. And she is really cute. She has no problem getting dates. 
She lives with her mom, who doesn't seem to care what she 
does."

"Perfect. Lets go get them."

Mary had nothing in her closet that would fit over her now 
huge tits. Everything was way too small. She picked out a 
stretch knit tank top and a short skirt that showed off her 
outstanding body. With no bra on, her pierced nipples were on 
display.

A phone call determined that Jill was home. As soon as she 
met Eric, she found out that she was desperately in love with 
him. She agreed immediately to come with them, stopping only 
to go to the kitchen and turn off the burners on the stove. They 
drove over to Lisa's house. While Eric went to the door, he left 
Mary and Jill in the car. They were in the back seat, franticly 
kissing and groping each other. Lisa wasn't home. After 
learning where she was, Eric helped himself to a quick 
blowjob. He left Lisa's mother physically unchanged, but gave 
her an enormous urge for the taste of male come, a craving she 
would need to fill several times a day.

When Eric returned to the car, his two captive passengers were 
so busy fucking, they barely noticed him. He rather liked it, 
and let them continue.

Lisa was at a local pizza joint with some friends. The waitress 
pointed her out, and Eric left some delayed commands with her 
and the kids she was with. As he was leaving, he winked at the 
waitress. At that moment, she noticed that her vision had gone 
blurry. She rushed into the ladies room to check on her 
contacts. Peering into the mirror to remove them, she saw that 
her eyes had changed color to a deep bottle-blue. As she looked 
around the room, she realized she had 20/20 vision. It would 
not be until she arrived home before she and her very luck 
boyfriend discovered the other things Eric had done to her, 
both inside her head and between her legs.

A few minutes later, Lisa left her table without a word and 
exited the restaurant. The others didn't question it, and no one 
could form a connection between her leaving and Eric's brief 
presence.

Eric was becoming quite natural at this. By the time Lisa got to 
the car, her sexual preferences had been rewritten, and all 
inhibitions had been erased. She climbed in the back seat and 
joined the other two women like they were old pals. Eric drove 
back to Mary's place. 

Once inside, they all left their clothes scattered around the 
living room. Eric spread a blanket across the couch, then sat in 
the middle while the three women crowded around and began 
licking his cock, balls, legs, stomach, and whatever else was 
available. He had given all three of them extended tongues they 
were using them to their fullest on him. Within a few minutes, 
his new super strength gonads spouted a huge volume of 
spooge all over the faces and hair of the three women. Eric sat 
back and laughed as each of the three lapped at each other, 
greedily trying to lick up and swallow more than her share. 

As soon as they had cleaned each other up, Eric had Jill and 
Mary stand up. He quickly molded Jill's body to be a match of 
the fantastic body he had given Mary. It wasn't an identical 
match, just equally great. He then made them lie down in the 
classic 69 position and proceed to bring each other to a long 
string of multiple orgasms. Eric left them spinning in that 
mode, unable to stop, delirious in their mutual ecstasy. 

He took Lisa to the bedroom to fuck. She already had a 
spectacular body, so Eric left that alone. For the next couple of 
hours he screwed her non-stop. He enjoyed several great 
orgasms, and pushed her into more than a dozen. Finally, his 
lust for Lisa became satisfied. With a silent wish, the two 
lovers he had left on the living room floor came to bed. After 
he fucked Jill for over an hour, the four of them slept in a 
tangled mass of arms, legs, and genitals. 

The next day, Eric left the three women with a few changes. 
Though definitely improved, they all three looked very much 
like their original selves. 'Improved' by Eric's standards 
included big firm tits, smooth hairless pussies, and pierced 
nipples and clitorises. He formed them into a three-way 
domestic partnership that would never know jealousy or 
favoritism. They would need a stable household, for now they 
all three were pregnant from being repeatedly filled to 
overflowing with Eric's seed. 

Eric decided to return to Phoenix ahead of schedule. He had a 
few scores to settle, some assholes that needed to be put in 
their place. And he knew of a few luscious babes he had 
always wanted to fuck.

He found some local men and 'convinced' them to spend some 
time at his grandfather's place finishing moving some stones 
around. Mary and Jill were at their jobs, so he had Lisa drive 
him into Boston to the airport. He picked the next convenient 
non-stop flight to Phoenix and arranged for a seat in first-class. 
To help ensure that there would be no trace of his doings, he 
changed his outward appearance. No surveillance camera 
would record a traceable image of him.

Eric relaxed in his seat. The businessman who had the window 
seat next to him had abruptly scurried back to the coach cabin 
with a confused look on his face. Eric surveyed the other 
passengers and stared lewdly after the stewardess. He knew he 
needed to be careful not to bring unnecessary attention to 
himself. He would have plenty of time for mischief when he 
got home. And yet, that stewardess, she sure was cute. He eyed 
the stuck-up looking rich bitch across the isle. The air was 
thick with her perfume and she wore gaudy jewelry and 
expensive clothes meant to impress people with her social 
status. Eric really detested self-centered snobs and he was irked 
at the way this one sneered while she ordered the stewardess 
around.  He looked at her tits on display and wandered what 
she would look like with thick heavy golden rings through her 
nipples, two large gauge studs, one through each tip of her 
forked tongue, and numerous other body parts multiply pierced 
and decorated with obscene tattoos, permanently bald from 
head to toe, come drooling out of every orifice, on her hands 
and knees and begging for the next man in line to shove his big 
throbbing hardon up her...

"Umm, maybe I'd better wait." he thought, and he changed her 
back. Well, most of the way back.





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