"I'm a twitch streamer," you say, the words coming out of your mouth automatically. "To be honest, I find it really easy. Hell, I have to tell my chat to stop throwing me money sometimes."
"Oh, so you're a titty streamer?" Erica teases, pulling her head out of your cavernous cleavage. She grabs a breast with each hand, and squeezes, sending a burst of pleasure up your spine. "Well, so long as I have first dibs over your delicious globes, I guess you can~" You both giggle, and Erica lays her head back down on your breast. "So," Erica said, "Do your stepparents have a strappon?"
You snort, "No, I don't think so. Besides," you say, grabbing Erica's lithe ass. You lean into her now blushing face, feeling her cock expand against your glistening folds. "Do you really want to use a sex toy that's been used by June? Especially when you have a fertile little hole ready for you to shove your thick cock into?" you whisper.
"You may have a point, Tia~" your girlfriend replies, getting up off of you. "Why don't you roll over?" You follow her instructions, wiggling your wide hips to accentuate them. They're halted by your girlfriend's hands holding them, and your folds feel the faintest tip of her rod against your lips. Before she does actually penetrate you, you pause time to make a few wishes.
"I wish that Erica's cock was at least a foot long, but it's still able to fit inside of me. Every centimeter that wouldn't originally fit will instead amplify the pleasure twofold. I wish that every single ejaculation she does expends at least a liter of cum- cum that can only impregnate me if both of us want it to. Every milliliter extra gives the both of us extra pleasure. I wish Erica was a futanari, with functioning female and male parts, and that her pussy was extra sensitive to pleasure, able to orgasms hundreds of times at once, depending on how good her partner is. I wish that I was the only one who was able to get her above 200." You couldn't see it from how your face was buried into your pillows, but the small collection of cum that rested between your legs has now become a veritable pool of spunk. Erica's face shifted, becoming hungrier and more focused. What you have noticed is her manhood, which threatens to overwhelm your sensitive folds. "I wish I was able to have multiple orgasms too, with the same caveats as Erica's." You unpause time, and attempt to wiggle your hips some more. You feel her hands reaching out to your shoulders. She penetrates you, quickly reaching the roof of your pussy, and passes it, making your world explode into a burst of pleasure. You moan aloud, crying out for more. Your shoulders are released only for two hands to grab your breasts and squeeze them in time with the thrusting that seems to be impaling you. The loud pounding echoes through your room, and you feel lucky that you remembered to make the house empty today. You explode into further pleasure, experiencing a series of orgasms simultaneously. The sheer pleasure blanks your mind, and your sculpted, muscular arms collapse, bringing you down onto your bed. The only thing keeping you up is Erica's cock, which keeps pumping in and out. You try to rise again, only for another multi-orgasm to bring you back down into your pillows. This happens until you give up, too blissed out on orgasms to resist any longer. By now, the pumps are deep and rapid- the brief absence of the ambrosial cock only highlighting its presence more and more.
Eventually though, Erica cums, bringing upon you two a cavalcade of orgasms. You black out from the sheer pleasure but wake up shortly after. It seems that, in the few seconds you were out, Erica had spun you from your prone position, and had rested her head between your tender mammaries. "That," she says, her voice breathy and face flushed, "Was great."
"You're- you're telling me," you say, stroking your lover's fiery locks. "I can barely move~"
"Well then," she says, getting up, "I'll go check if your parents have any strappons real quick." With herculean effort, you spin around, catching your lover stretching in the sunlight that was passing through your window. You wanted to get up too, to kiss her fondly and tease her little nubs as well- perhaps give her another handjob as well- but you were wrecked. You could barely move. Your sculpted muscles felt much, much sorer than any of your new memories of post-workouts ever were. And you felt so bloated, you never wanted to move again. Your lover leaves, with her red hair trailing behind her.
You wish to be refreshed, and for all the cum either inside of you, on you, or in your bed to disappear. A burst of energy fills you, as your womb empties, and your bed freshens up. You get up and make a wish. "I wish I had a collection of sex-toys, including a bunch of strap ons, dildos, and vibrators. All of them sanitize themselves automatically, and any cum they ejaculate vanishes after a minute." You hear a clatter of plastics rattle underneath your bed. A quick investigation reveals a large collection of plastic phalluses- and not just human ones either. Whatever magic you have was very generous- every time you look, there are more and more dildos and straps.
Actually, that gives you an idea... Why not spice it up a bit? Your powers aren't limited to just human transformations... The only question that remains is: