Jen looked around the kitchen, bits of flour still sticking to her body. The students, oblivious to her self
pleasuring mere moments ago, continued kneading their ingredients. One group, from the looks of it, was
finishing up on the batter for their cake mix, and was getting ready to put it in the oven. An idea popped in
her head, and before she could consider the ramifications of her action, she found herself speaking a wish.
"I wish that I had a remote control that could turn people into food, and that anyone that I zap with it will
not question anything and will become extremely horny," Jen wished. "Additionally, no one other than the
person who used the remote will notice anything unusual."
Unceremoniously, a small remote control popped into existence and fell on the table in front of her. A few
heads turned to see what the sound was, but all they saw was a hot, naked girl covered in flour with some of
her own juices sticking to her legs. In short, nothing out of the ordinary.
Jen smiled wryly and saw the group who was ready to begin baking their cake. One girl, Vanessa, was hunched
over the batter, inspecting it before they baked it. Jen didn't know how she knew this girl's name, nor why
she was so attracted to her; she chalked it up to the world letting her fit in more. Either way, Vanessa would
be seeing life from a different perspective very soon.
"Hey Vanessa!" Jen said as she walked up alongside the Latino girl. Vanessa looked up at her with her soft
brown eyes, her beautiful olive skin speckled with various ingredients. Jen's seemingly insatiable lust grew
stronger as their eyes locked, her fingers rubbing against the big red button on the nondescript remote.
"Oh, hey Jen," she replied. "What's up?"
"Why don't you show me?" With a small click, Jen clicked the button. A wave of energy emanated from the
remote, splashing everyone in the room with reality-changing power. Vanessa froze momentarily, her face
contorted in a shocked expression, but as soon as it had happened, it went away. No one turned around to look
at the source of the disturbance.
Vanessa looked down at herself, stammering out only a few broken syllables. Her beautiful skin was looking so
much more alluring to her, and her clothing was feeling so much more restrictive. One hand went to her hair
and removed the hairnet she was wearing, letting it all spill out down her back. Another hand cupped around
one of her breasts, rubbing it through the fabric. She tried to think straight... why am I doing this? Why is
this wrong? Why don't I care? Why am I not getting naked faster?
As more and more of her clothes came off, Jen began fondling Vanessa's breasts, big in her hands. Jen had
private experience, of course, but these felt amazing, so warm and squishy... very squishy, actually. As Jen
pulled her hand away, some of the breast pulled away, like it wasn't entirely solid. Jen pulled a finger up to
her mouth, and licked what came off. It tasted like cake batter.