You hate to admit it, but the plain truth of the matter is that you're sort of a pussy. Despite being surrounded by a bounty of beautiful women, your low self-confidence means you can't even look them in the eye without so much as glancing away. Hell, that's the whole reason you wound up in the bathroom in the first place. But with the power of the stone, that wouldn't be an issue. All you had to do was make those women want you.
"I wish all the girls at this party were mega sluts, so they'd make the first move," you whisper, giving the stone a strong squeeze. The glow dissipates from the tiny meteorite, leaving it dark once again.
Before you can even ruminate on the potential consequences of what you've unleashed, the bathroom door bursts open with slam. In stumbles one of the curvy young women, her shaky steps a clear indication of her mental state. As like the others, she's a thing of pure beauty; wide, childbearing hips, thick thighs, and a wide butt mark her lower body. Her upper half is blessed by a girthy pair of tits, G-cups you wager, restrained into a strained tube-top. A glass beer bottle rests snugly between her tits, further accentuating their size. With your eyes locked on those jiggly mounds of flesh, you fail to say anything to the intruder.
"Well, I can tell you like what you see," she says with a giggle, pulling the booze from her cleavage.
"H-h-hey," you stammer out, "I said it was occupied, didn't I? What if I had my pants down?"
For the moment, the girl ignores the question, down most of the bottles contents in one single drink. She lets off a soft burp, prompting yet another giggle, before responding.
"A man with his pants down? That's just what I like to see, cutie. Why'd you think I came in?"
She slides over to you, pressing her heft heifers against your own chest. Their warmth and malleable softness are too much for your cock to handle as it immediately rockets to full erect attention.
"Don't be shy, sugar, don't you want to just blow a load between these girls?"
Her delicate fingers slide down, unzipping your pants. The slip into your boxer shorts as you feel their light touch run along your shaft, sending tingles through your body.
"He he, I can feel ya twitching down there!" she says. "Though before we start, let's see if my friends wantsta join in."
The girl turns her head back and screams her friends name. It is...
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