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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, but not just by
anyone. She needed Eric between her legs.

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 know 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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