Still with no plan, you had trouble thinking of something, giving that bastard plenty of time to type stuff. Who knows what he could be typing and you’d never know.
“And what’s so funny?” You indignantly ask, rubbing and twisting a nipple as you try to look as threatening as you can, humping the air with your tiny dick and balls above your pussy, your other hand violently jerking away and rubbing the resulting cum all over your tits. He responded only with more typing and the girls around pointing and laughing at you.
You decide to remove the fairy wand from your tight pussy and wave it around, a trail of sparkles being left in the heart shaped tip’s wake. You try zapping a spell at him, and suddenly, one of the girls around him shouted out a wish for you to shoot cum all over your face. Unfortunately, against your will, the wand turned to your face, and streams of hot cum splatter all over your cute face, some even gettign in your mouth before the wand decides to stop.
The group laughs it up as you try once again, waving around the wand to remove the cum first, then towards the man with the phone until suddenly another girl wishes for you to only be able to bark like a puppy. The wand redirected, tapping your throat. You gulp, and experiment to get this weird feeling out of your mouth. You open your mouth and, “Arf arf! Rrruff! Awooooo!”
You slap your free hand over your mouth, embarrassed. How dare they manipulate your fairy magic. You were going to give them such a spell, but once again, another stacked girl wished that you would look like a slutty princess.
You wave the wand down over yourself, and you were decked in the most ridiculous princess getup you could think of. your hair is done up in a girly style, a tiara reading “SLUT” in cheap rhinestones reading on its frame. Your arms and legs are swathed in black opera gloves and sparkly pink thigh highs. The top of the dress was done in a sweetheart cut, making your absolutely gravity-defying balloons of a set of tits barely hold inside, and framed by two poofy shoulders. The “gown” was lacking such, more of a gownlike umbrella with petticoats that hid nothing of your pantiless cunt and giant ass. Fianlly were the glass tiptoe heels your were forced to stand in. It was awkward on the beach, but with the magic taking hold, she stepped in the sand like it was merely a tiled floor.
You blush as you try to lower the skirt, only for it to flare up behind you, keeping it’s shape. You yap like a dog at the man and the bitches by his sides, and tried once again to wave the wand. Tammy, massaging the neck of the bastard with her tits, made a wish that you’d have a huge dick above your pussy. The wand flew out of your hands, and zapped you, your crotch thrusting forward from the massive meat shooting out from your body like a rigid rod. Before you could try to grab at the floating wand, Tammy wishes again to furiously jack off, aiming at your face and between your tits. Though the word “again” at the end of her wish confused you, the wand zapped you again as you gasp in shock, your gloved hands violently stroking your massive schlong with wild abandon, shoving in between your giant tits and in your face.
It seems like the volleyball bimbos came over to see the action, and decided to make a few wishes themselves. You hear that they wished for you to do a dance as you jerked off, and with a zap, your feet felt out of your control, doing a leg-kicking dance like a chorus girl as you continued jerking off without missing a beat.
They clapped along at the hilarious sight, and one of them wished for you to call yourself humiliating names. Your expression was still a mask of blushing rage as the wand zapped you again, your voice now forced to sing out, all kinds of lewd and humiliating things about yourself, “I’m a dirty princess! I love jerking off for my people! I want cum all over my tits! I am such a magical bitch! I deserve to be treated like this!” Though you know you don’t mean it, and instead try to hold back saying these words, but you can’t stop yourself, and even if you try to say something else, it comes out as a bark.
Surely it couldn’t get any worse.