Jon couldn't believe that none of what he said was coming true, and that he was just looking like an idiot by saying things that were true. Of course Becky and Zoe were his sex slaves, of course they had massive tits, and of course they were helping him make lots of other women his slaves, too. That was just the way things were, and he was baffled that he would choose this time to state it.
Watching Becky and Zoe make love to each other with a passion (and occasionally eliciting a squeal by a firm smack on a beautiful ass or a twist of an erect nipple), he decided that to see whether his power actually worked, he'd have to make his statements even more outlandish.
The thing was, he reflected, he couldn't really recall how Becky, Zoe, and all the others became his slaves. It just, well, happened. And he didn't have everyone he wanted, either. He resolved to change that.
"Becky, Zoe, whenever I say to a woman 'You are my sex slave,' they become my sex slave, as you are: lesbian save for their attraction to me and eager to help me recruit more slaves. Everyone accepts this as perfectly normal."
Becky looked up as Zoe ate her out. "Well, yeah. Remember? One day you just walked up to Zoe and said 'You are my sex slave,' and then she was. And then you did the same to me. Ever since then I've only liked girls--except for you, of course--and I've helped you get more and more slaves."
Jon nodded slowly. Why had he said that? He'd gone a bit crazy with it at first, snagging everyone he could, especially once he realized that everyone was completely fine with it. It was like it was just his due, that he should be able to turn any woman he wanted into his personal fuck toy. Not that he was complaining about that, but he still wondered why he'd seen the need to say it.
"Becky, Zoe, I can modify the bodies of myself and my sex slaves in whatever way I want."
This time Zoe took a quick break from the sixty-nine she was enjoying with her older sister. "Well, obviously. I mean, it's not like we got these huge things"--she hefted one of her breasts--"from either side of the family. I mean, can you imagine? Two whole families of women going around with boobs like these?"
Jon shook his head sharply. Well, of course he could do that! And a lot of fun he'd had with it, too, he admitted. Sometimes he'd give one of his slaves tits so big she couldn't move. Once he'd gotten a whole bunch of his toys in one place and simply grew out a bunch of prehensile dicks to screw them all at once. He knew Becky loved it when he gave her a second pussy and grew a second cock for himself to fill it.
But he still couldn't believe his power didn't work.
"Becky, Zoe, I have a one-way telepathic link with all my slaves. I know exactly where they are and what they're doing and thinking at all times. I can also use this to plant irresistible suggestions in their minds, indistinguishable from their own ideas, alter them mentally however I want and tap their memories in any way I see fit."
Becky, her head thrown back as Zoe suckled at her left breast (which Jon decided should be lactating), said, "I know! It's so hot thinking that I literally can't hide anything from you and that you can make me do whatever you want whenever you want. I mean, I loved it when you told me that it was you who made me run outside naked screaming 'I'm Jon's slut!' at the top of my lungs right in the middle of my exam yesterday. That... ooh! It was just so awesome! I only wish you did it more often!"
Well of course, thought Jon. All his slaves loved it when he did things like that, because they knew he liked it. Ever since he'd made Zoe his first slave, he'd known everything about her at all times. Now he could feel all of his slaves, all across town, even a few farther afield as he'd got some of the students from out of town at the university.
Suddenly Becky yelped as Zoe bit her nipple. "Was that you, Jon?" asked Zoe. She had always been a bit sensitive to what might or might not actually have been her original thoughts. Maybe it had something to do with her being his first. It didn't stop her from loving it any less, though.
Jon smirked.
"Ooh! Thank you thank you thank you!" Becky and Zoe practically crashed into him, burying him under their lithe bodies and four massive tits.
Yep, they loved it when he made them do things.
But still he couldn't seem to make anything he said come true--well, beyond making women his sex slaves, but that didn't count. He'd been able to do that well before he found the wishing stone.
"Becky, Zoe, I can teleport myself and my sex slaves anywhere I want, any time I want, in any way I want."
He shook his head as he instantaneously moved Becky and Zoe from on top of him to standing at the foot of the bed.
"Why do you just keep stating the obvious, Jon?" asked Becky. "You know that we love it when you just tear us away from whatever we're doing for a quick shag. I mean, remember last week when you just pulled me away from shopping to screw me? That was so great! And then when you returned me, buck naked, obviously having been thoroughly fucked, cum leaking out of me? I almost had another orgasm right there in the store, that's how turned on it made me."
"Yeah, and remember two days ago?" asked Zoe. "You decided you wanted a three-way soon after lunch, so you just brought yourself, Athena and I right back here? That was simply an amazing fuck! Especially when you gave Athena that big dick and had her do my ass while you took my cunt. You're amazing, bro. I don't know how I lived before I became your slave."
"Yeah, me too," said Becky. "Everyone should be your slave. They don't know what they're missing."
Jon got up, smiling. "I think I smell dinner." Becky and Zoe's eyes moved down to his dick. "No, not that. Not yet, anyway. You know how it works: first one to finish and clean up her mess--all of it, mind!--gets to give me my after-dinner blowjob."
Jon walked out of the bedroom, buck naked, his equally-undressed slaves hanging on his arms. He rarely thought of them as his sisters any more. They were just two of his ever-growing harem, who just happened to be the first two by dint of being the easiest to find after he was given his powers. There wasn't anything particularly special about them beyond that. Even his parents didn't refer to them as his sisters--as each other's sister, sure, but not as his. They were his sex slaves, nothing more, nothing less. Tonight, he thought, he'd probably go to Lucy's, one of Becky's close friends and so one of the first university students he'd gained. He decided he'd bring Zoe along, and maybe call in Sarah to round out a foursome. He figured he'd bring Karyn over so that she and Becky could have a good time. In preparation, he left a little surprise for the two to discover on Karyn's body.
But he still had no idea why nothing he said was coming true.
