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For context, the reader should review an archived copy of
Powerband. Eric's source of magical powers are presented there.

The Wedding Present

Eric received an invitation to the wedding of an old friend from
his college days. Bill and Eric had shared several rental houses
during those years. Bill was one of the few friends he had made
at University that Eric still was in touch with, ski and bike
trips, and an occasional wild weekend in Vegas. Tall, handsome,
athletic, and wealthy, Bill was always able to snag the cream of
the crop in women. Put another way, pussy was always easy and
plentiful for Bill.

Eric decided to fly out early enough to attend the bachelor
party. He traveled alone, not bringing even one of his slaves
along. Being an old friend, Bill agreed to meet Eric at a
restaurant and bring along the wife-to-be, Gina. Bill seemed
excited to show off the woman of his dreams. Eric promised to be
on his best behavior, and to keep his powers to himself.

They met at an exclusive restaurant located at a private golf
club and resort. Eric overheard some comment about how it was
'her favorite'. It turned out to be a stuffy, upper class place,
where everybody was intent on impressing each other. Gina turned
out to be not just impressive, but stunning. Nearly as tall as
Bill, she had a body that was right out of a glossy men's
magazine. She had nice medium sized tits that formed an
eye-catching cleavage. Below that she had a slim waist, flat
stomach, and a well rounded ass. That was topped of with a thick
blond mane and beauty queen face. And she was dressed to show it
all off.

Eric had promised himself to keep his hands and his mind off of
his friend's woman. One look and he knew it was going to be
tough. But He and Bill had history together, and Eric was
determined. He concentrated on the conversation, which was easy
because it had been more that a year since they had gotten
together. Eric explained away his sudden access to a comfortable
life as 'good investing'. When asked about the gold band on his
left ring finger, Eric had to use his power to move the
conversation in another direction. It took only the tiniest bit
of influence to get them to ignore the ring, which Eric could not
remove from his hand.

All the time Gina played the adoring fiancé role. She smiled and
laughed at the jokes. She asked the right questions, and stayed
out of those private comments between two men who had been
friends for years. Right as lunch was being served; there was a
lull in the conversation. Eric used this break to pry into Gina's
mind a bit. What he saw didn't surprise him, but did disgust him.
Gina was carefully hiding the fact that she was nothing but a
typical gold digger. The loving glances, the subordinate role
playing, the hot sex; it was all an act. Eric's power saw past
that. She was only in it for the money. Gina was a phony. Eric
dug a little deeper, ah yes, even though she was a natural
blonde, the tits were fake.

Eric reached out into Bill's mind to find out that he was
completely unaware. Bill was clearly thinking with his nuts. He
was convinced that Gina loved him. She actually resented the
liberties Bill was being allowed with her body. She was a wild
fuck right now, but her intentions were to slowly back off,
making it less and less fun. Eventually, she intended on either
an open marriage or a comfortable divorce. Eric's friend was
being taken for a ride. He wouldn't stand for that.

Eric reached into Gina's mind and planted a few simple
instructions. Then he joined back into the conversation. At the
end of lunch they stood to part. Eric told them that he was going
to the bar for a drink before leaving, and they parted in the
lobby. Eric went over to the front desk, and asked the young
cutie there for the manager. While waiting, Eric leered at the
innocent thing, noticing the name Marci on her tag. She smiled
politely, as she had been trained.

When the manager arrived, Eric used his power to get exactly what
he asked for without any questions. A bell hop was sent out to
his rental car for his luggage. The best suite in the hotel was
made available to him for the next several weeks. The entire
staff was notified that any and all requests from him were to be
tended to without question. The doll-faced Marci was assigned to
him as his personal attendant for the duration of his stay. Eric
had already made her tits so big that they were straining at her
uniform. Her panties were sopping wet with excitement.

Gina and Bill had arrived in separate cars. They kissed goodbye
in the parking lot. Then Gina walked to her car. She loitered
next to her car until she saw Bill's car leave the lot and
disappear. Then for some reason, she walked back to the club's
reception desk and asked the manager which room she should go to.
The manager was working the desk, giving his young employee a
well deserved break. He gave Gina a second key to the executive
suite. Without questioning this she proceeded right on up for a
meeting with Eric.

When Gina entered the plush suite, she was greeted with the sight
of two naked people. Eric lying back very relaxed on a sofa,
while some young bimbo was giving him a blowjob.

She was immediately shocked and yelled, "What the hell is going
on here? And why the fuck did I come here. I'm leaving!"

But she didn't leave. Still having no idea what was going on, she
calmly removed her dress, bra, and panties. She stood there in
her heels and waited.

Eric looked over Gina's fine body. With silent instructions, he
made her slowly turn around and present her body for him in a
slow and sexy dance. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run out
of the room. Instead, she watched helplessly from within as her
body defied her own will and began undulating for him.

Eric watched Gina's show. He started humping at the mouth around
his cock. Then he locked his gaze with Gina and stiffened,
shooting his load into the young girl's waiting throat. Eric
fantasized coming into Gina's mouth, merely using the girl as a
proxy.

After calming down, Eric finally spoke, "Out of respect for my
friend, I will not be touching you, physically at least. That is
what this little bimbo is doing here. She will provide all the
relief I need while I fix you up for Bill."

The girl was warmly nuzzling Eric's cock and balls. She had a
dreamy look on her face while she savored the lingering taste of
Eric's cum.

"So tell me, Gina, you are a gold digger, aren't you. Tell me the
truth."

Gina wanted to say that she didn't know what he was talking
about. In fact, there were lots of things she wanted to say.
Instead she said, "Yes. I am in this for me. I actually don't
like Bill all that much. He's a nice enough guy. But I'm sure I
will get tired of him, just like all the rest."

"And the wild sex is just a show?"

"I like sex, and Bill is an OK partner. But I do fake most of my
orgasms. It's just business."

"Hmm, just as I thought. Well I don't think that is very nice. So
I am going to make some changes in you. I ought to turn you into
the cheap whore you really are, but instead I think I will
improve you as a gift to my good friend. There's nothing you can
do to stop me, and when I am done, you will have no memory of
this meeting with me. First I will make a few changes to your
body. Not much, I don't want Bill to be surprised. Then I will be
making some permanent changes to your attitude. This will take
longer to explain than to actually do. First, pile up some
pillows on the bed and lie back and relax."

Gina took several pillows and stacked them against the head of
the bed. She reclined on them, pulled her knees up and spread her
legs wide. Inexplicably she started to rub herself. Her hands
roamed all over her own body, but paid most attention to her tits
and pussy. She was screaming on the inside, but her body betrayed
her. Her nipples got hard and her juices started to flow.

"OK, let's get started. I can't make your tits a lot bigger right
now. You wouldn't fit into your wedding gown. But I can make them
all natural."

Gina felt a rippling tickle in her breasts. She looked at them
and they looked the same. She felt them, though and could feel
the difference. She could not feel the margin where the
artificial implants had been. All she could feel was firm natural
flesh. Even the scars from surgery were gone.

"Starting right now, your tits will begin to grow. In these last
three days before the wedding they will only grow enough to be
uncomfortable in your gown. The dress will push them up and
together so that they mound up deliciously. Then over the two
weeks of your honeymoon they will continue to swell. When you two
come back from your little vacation at Club Med, you will have a
nice pair of big ol' high-rise 44 double d tits, the stuff of
fantasy. Your waist will slim down to less than 22 and your hips
and ass will flare out nicely at around 36."

"I am giving all of the joints in your body extraordinary
flexibility. You will be able to role yourself into knots like
one of those Mongolian contortionists. This is so you can fuck in
any bizarre position you or Bill can imagine. Add to that, your
muscles all now have exceptional strength and endurance. You will
be able to fuck like a crazed weasel for hours on end."

"The last physical change I am going to make today is to pierce
your tongue." Kim felt a plucking feeling in her mouth as a stud
painlessly appeared on her tongue. "I've placed your jewelry well
to the back of your tongue; no one should normally see it. Its
sole purpose it for Bill's private pleasure."

"That will do for now. The only other change I will make
immediately is to your attitude. You'll find that you now love
Bill with your entire being. This is not a puppy love, or an
infatuation that will fade. This is the soul deep love that will
last as long as you live. Whenever you are with him, you will
feel this warm satisfaction that keeps you happily on the verge
of a smile. You cannot wait for him to get home from work each
day. Even after years go by, you will always greet him with all
the delirious exhilaration of a teenage girl with a crush. You
hang on his every word and no matter what he says, you will agree
with it. Someone you love so much cannot be wrong."

"The following changes will only take place after your marriage
ceremony. All of these things I am going to describe will begin
the moment you say 'I do.'  You wedding vows will be a binding
contract from which you will have no escape. 'Till death do you
part' is an absolute truth. The changes I will be making to you,
both physically/sexually and mentally/emotionally will be
permanent and irreversible."

"The first thing you will notice is that your sexual attraction
to Bill will skyrocket. As you walk down the isle as man and wife
you will realize that you are suddenly very, very horny. You can
hardly wait to get to the limo so you can give him a blowjob.
When he comes in your mouth, you will realize that this warm,
salty spunk delivered from the end of Bill's cock is easily the
most fabulous tasting thing you have ever had. The feel of his
cock sliding past you lips will thrill you right to the edge of
orgasm. The thick coating of slime he leaves on your mouth,
tongue, and throat will give you a rush of contentment and
personal satisfaction. You will soon find yourself craving the
act of giving your husband regular blowjobs. Over time he may
start taking it for granted that he can get a good blowjob
whenever he wants, on demand. But you will always give him head
with fresh passion."

"Of course, your pussy will always be available for his
gratification. You will always have multiple orgasms whenever he
fucks you. Your grunting expressions of satisfaction will serve
to bolster his self confidence. He will always know that he is
the best lover you have ever had and you will let him know that
there is no other man that could possibly replace him."

"Should he decide he wants it, your asshole is also fair game. In
fact, every month during your period you will find that you will
become extremely horny for anal sex. You will keep a tube of
lubricant handy at all time, hoping he will butt fuck you. And
you'll always respond with deep quivering orgasms. When he is
done, you'll show your appreciation by lovingly licking him
clean."

"I am making these changes in you as a present to my long time
pal. But I am going to give you something too. At Bill's bachelor
party I will be making a few adjustments to him that should match
well with the new you. He will return home sporting splendid new
cock and balls all the plumbing that goes with it. He will be
over twelve inches long when erect. He will be able to keep
himself erect for as long as he wants and come several times an
hour. Every time he comes, he will produce almost a half a cup of
spunk. Day in and day out, he can fill you to overflow with his
come."

"Then I'll add just a small personality change to my friend. I'll
give him the desire to dominate you, and the instinctive
knowledge that fucking you is the best way to control you."

"You two love birds are going to spend two weeks at an island
resort. You will be such a horny newlywed that you'll already
have had sex ten or twelve times by the time you get checked in.
Most of your time will be spent holed up in your suite screwing
like animals. When you are not having sex you will be resting up
so you can fuck some more."

"Occasionally you two will come out of your suite, for food or a
walk on the beach. You will always be parading your new sexy body
in the tiniest thong bikini you can find. During trips to the
restaurant you will be wearing the absolute minimum clothing that
resort rules will allow. Both you and Bill will be very happy
about the changes in your body. Bill, of course, will enjoy
having full access to your fabulous body. You will be proud to be
seen with him. When people turn their heads and gawk at you, you
will get a rush of excitement and satisfaction. The excitement
you will feel is a flush of raw sexual pleasure. You like it when
people look at you. The satisfaction you feel is the knowledge
that your body is devoted to the exclusive use of your husband.
Your beauty enhances his status. Since your sense of self worth
is keyed to his success, you have no greater aspiration than
being his arm candy."

"Starting with that first blowjob in the limo, you will realize
that you entire life is now focused on Bills orgasms. Yes, you
will enjoy lots of orgasms under him. You truly will enjoy them,
all of them. But your orgasms are a subordinate part of the
picture. They mostly serve two functions."

"First, knowledge that he successfully can pleasure you will
boost Bill's ego. You look at him with adoration. You shiver and
squirm whenever he simply touches you. You swoon and wrap
yourself around him when he kisses you. You willingly offer up
any hole he wants. You grunt like a pig when he fucks you. And
you tell him in the most descriptive and obscene terms how great
he was. He'll think he is Superman because you will always treat
him that way."

"Second, your orgasms serve to bind you to him. I am altering
your brain chemistry so that you will become completely addicted
to the rush of oxytocin produced during orgasm. And I have
already changed you psychologically so that no other man will
ever be sexually attractive to you. Bill will be fucking you over
and over on your honeymoon. Each time you will sink deeper into
dependency. Bill will turn you into a hard core sex junky. Like a
methamphetamine addict, you will require regular doses of your
drug or you'll go into withdrawals, but the only place you can
get your fix is directly from the business end of Bill's
erection. But unlike meth, your drug will not make you sick. Each
additional dose will only make you healthier, happier, and
hornier. By the end of your honeymoon, you will be Bill's devoted
and cooperative sex slave, and a damned fine looking one, too.
You'll entertain any perversion to get your fix. It won't matter
to you how you get it; up your ass, down your throat, in your
pussy, all over your face and tits, or even licked greedily out
of another woman's well-fucked cunt; just as long as you get some
several times a day.

"I want you to get dressed and go now. You will completely forget
our conversation, and will accept any changes in your body and
mind as completely natural."

A few minutes later Gina found herself standing next to her car,
looking toward the parking lot exit, as if Bill's car had just
disappeared. She felt a tug on her heart strings; she missed him
already. She glanced at her wrist watch and realized she was late
for an appointment with her mother and the caterer. She jumped in
her car and sped off, not giving a thought to the fact that she
had no memory of the last hour.

Gina had been driving for a number of blocks when she felt her
nipples get stiff. That was when she realized she had one hand
buried in her panties with her middle finger rubbing rhythmically
across her clit. She hadn't decided to masturbate, it was an
automatic act. It didn't occur to her that she had never had much
attraction to masturbation, so why would she be doing it in
traffic with her convertible top down? It didn't matter. She was
about to marry the sexiest man alive. She needed him, but he
wasn't here right now, and it seemed quite natural to try to
relieve the urgent demand between her legs. Besides, she couldn't
seem to quite. Somehow she knew she would be compulsively
masturbating a lot from now on. Mmm, it felt so good, it must be
good. She picked up the pace between her legs.

. . .

Meanwhile, Eric had called down to the front desk and asked that
a bottle of champaign be delivered to his room. He specifically
asked for a female member of staff to bring it.

Jayna was pissed. She was at the end of her shift, and the last
thing she wanted to do was deliver something to some asshole up
in the executive suite. Whoever it was had better tip well. As
soon as she knocked on the door, she felt weird, like someone had
tied puppet strings to her arms and legs. Her body began to move
spontaneously outside of her control. She let herself in with a
pass key and closed the door behind herself. A man and a woman
were at the bed. The woman was on her back with her ass at the
edge of the bed. The man was standing, rigorously thrusting into
her. 'That's Marci from the front desk.' She thought. 'Except her
tits are way bigger than I remember.' One look from the man and
Jayna quickly stripped out of her clothes and stood there naked,
unable to move.

Eric examined the grossly overweight, middle-aged black woman
standing there. Laughing out loud, he pulled out and sat on the
couch. Marci stayed on the bed, legs dangling to the floor, pussy
drooling. "Yes, I could fix that." Eric said, looking at the
butt-ugly woman. "But maybe I'll do something else. I always
wanted to watch an obese black broad dom-fuck a busty white sub
slut. After a few enhancements, I might just decide leave you two
that way."

With a nod from Eric, Jayna's patch of girl fur thickened and
extended up to her belly button and back up the crack of her ass
to her tailbone. Her armpit hair also grew thick and long. Her
already sagging breasts fleshed out and hung even lower, the
thick nipples pointed down at the floor and began to drip milk.
Her sweat glands kicked into overdrive and she began to sweat
profusely.

Eric had already removed all of Marci's hair from the neck down
and had made her tits obscenely huge, something you'd never see
on a girl with her small frame. He added seamless gold rings to
her nipples and three rings down each cunt lip. He added a full
two inches to the length of her tongue and a row of 5 studs down
the center. Then Marci felt a wave of fear and uncertainty wash
over her. In her confusion and indecision, she knew she needed
someone to take command of her life and give her direction. She
looked at the big woman standing over her. Marci could feel the
power and control radiating from her new mistress. Marci felt
like ... property. She laced her fingers behind her head and
lifted her legs, knees bent, ankles wide, in the timeless pose of
submission.

Jayna looked down at the girl. She felt only mean, cruel
intentions toward her. Her voice was thick with angry poison.
"Let me tell you some shit, Sugar. All my life I been mistreated
by cutesy little honky bitches like you." She picked up the
bottle of champaign. Holding it be the neck, she pressed the flat
round base against Marci's mound. Marci flinched from the cold,
but held her position. Jayna emphasized her new pet name for
Marci, "Well, Sugar, it's payback time."




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