You get out of bed, still a bit disoriented, and look out your window, which faces the backyard. You're half-expecting to see a giant rock in the swimming pool and the water a brilliant green, but everything looks completely normal -- empty pool, water its usual clear appearance.
You shake your head. It's twilight outside -- you grab your phone and see that it's about 6:30. Maybe your girlfriend would want to get dinner or something. You tap the name Sheila in your contacts list as you sit back down on the edge of your bed.
She answers almost immediately. "Hey, Jer, what's up?"
"Thinking about dinner," you say. "I just got up from a nap."
"I could use a bit. Any wet dreams?" she teases.
"Yeah, but not the way you're thinking," you reply. You tell her about the pool, the meteor, the green water, and what the voice told you.
She chuckles. "It's too bad you woke up before you could use that power."
"Tell me about it!" you exclaim. "Anyway, what are you in the mood for?"
"For dinner? I don't know. Maybe I'll come over there first and we'll discuss it. Unless you'd rather just make an executive decision." She chuckles again. "Or, heck, just use your powers so I'll agree with whatever you pick."
"Ha ha!" You laugh. "If I was going to use my powers, I'd wish you were here right now giving me a blow job like a porn star."
There's a sound akin to a muffled "pop," and someone's pushing your legs apart. It's Sheila, who's kneeling in front of you, and is now reaching for the boxer shorts you were wearing.
"What are you doing?!" you yell.
She looks up, confused. "Sucking your cock, what else?" she asks, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. The two of you have had sex, but she's only tried blow jobs a couple of times, reluctantly, at your suggestion.
While you're puzzling this out, she pulls your boxer shorts down and starts a languid hand job. In spite of your confusion, your cock begins to respond.
"Just tell me, how long have you been here?" you ask.
She rolls her eyes. "I don't know. About five minutes. Can't you just relax and enjoy this? I know I will." And she leans in and starts to tease your cock head with the tip of her tongue.
You can already tell she's performing much better than on her previous blow job attempts. Your few unoccupied brain cells try to put two and two together: your wish had come true, right down to the "porn star" part, and she was acting as if everything was perfectly natural, as if she hadn't just teleported into your bedroom, but rather arrived like a normal person.
It seems clear that the meteor incident wasn't a dream, and you really do have powers. Still, even in the middle of getting a blow job, you can't resist another test. You say...
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