As Erika steps into the store first, you decide on two last changes. You take the chance to thicken her arms until they resemble barrels of muscle as thick as your torso. And then, you reach up (it seems those thicker legs have added a few inches to her height) and rest the flashlight against her head, blasting her brain with a bright blue light, and a little pink mixed in, just to make sure she stays female mentally.
The second she crossed the threshold, you know her changes have begun to take place. She straightens up and carries herself with a poise that dictates power. One hand wraps around your waist, pulling you against her body. You can feel her large, fat pussy pulsing against your ass through your jeans. She carries you easily, walks to the middle of the store, stares the clerk directly in the eye and announces, "I am fucking him right here, right now, and you are not going to stop me, understood?"
You grin. It seems like it's worked, turning Erika from a desperate cock-hungry whore to a powerful woman that commands attention and takes what she wants. She's the perfect dominant, aggressive fantasy, and she fuels your more voyeuristic side.
Your body slams into the carpeted floor as Erika tears your clothes off as if they are paper. There's no warning, no foreplay before she shoves her hungry, swollen pussy down onto your already rock-hard shaft. She rides you like an expert, vaginal muscles clenching in such a way it teases you to the edge in seconds. You do your best to buck your hips in time to her bounces, but you're nothing in comparison to the big-tittied Amazonian girlfriend you've made for yourself. She is the one in control, and she will have you for as long as she wants. Though, right now, she just wants you to fill her, and so you find yourself coating her insides with thick, white baby batter.
She picks you up and tears your cock out of her, watching it hungrily as it softens from its 16 inches back to its flaccid 10. Then, she drapes you over her shoulder, picks up the game you came for, and marches out. She doesn't even pay for it. It's like the world bends to her will, and if you're being honest? You're completely fine with that. Erika is the best dom you could wish for, and you're infinitely glad that she only has eyes for you.
As she steps outside, she throws the game into her car and locks the door before you can get in. "Not so fast, big boy," she growls. "You'd better get ready for round two."
You gulp.