For now, but Olivia isn't done with you.

After cumming that many times, even with the Marker's magic, you're exhausted. And judging by the way that Stacey and Olivia are laying there on the bed, unmoving, even they seem to be feeling it too. So you carefully lay Stacey down in bed next to Olivia and tuck her in. You then write, "Clean" on her, followed by "Sleepy". You muyst have underestimated how tired Stacey is, as she almost instantly goes to sleep. You quickly write, "Stealthy" on yourself and then scoop up Olivia's form. You take her to her room, write "Clean" on her and then tuck her into bed. The writings you left on her, along the fine coating of cum, all vanish, leaving only her natural feminine scent. You then sneak out of the room, clean yourself off and climb into bed next to Stacey. In seconds, you are asleep as well.

The next morning comes bright and early and you have to cross out "Sleepy" to get Stacey out of bed. Once you do, she realizes she's late for work and frantically gets dressed, kisses you on the cheek and hurries out the door. You realize you have to go to work soon, so you place the marker on the bedside table and get dressed. Once that's done, you quickly make yourself breakfast and walk past Olivia, who is still in her pajamas, stewing over her coffee. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for work?" You ask. Olivia waves you off. "What are you, my Dad? I'll make it." She glances over at you, then looks away. "Anyway, have a good day at work." You just grunt in acknowledgement, then swear when you realize you need to leave right now. By the time you get to work, you've forgotten all about the fact that you didn't hide the marker.

Halfway through the day though, something odd happens. You're in the back of the store, repairing a damaged monitor when suddenly, Tracey, your manager, opens the door. "Hey Finn, I've got a customer on the line asking for you specifically," he says. You put the screwdriver you were using to pry the broken screen off and follow him out. "Who is it?" He shrugs. "Some girl, I dunno beyond that." He hands you the phone. "Hello, this is Finn?" You ask. "Perfect," Olivia responds. "Listen, do you guys do house-calls? The TV is broken and I was wondering if I could get the friends-and-family discount." The latter sentence is said with a tangible glee. You can almost imagine her impish smile. You shake your head. "No, we don't. And I can't be taking personal calls at work." Olivia makes a sound like she's thinking. "Dang, it didn't work. Here, what about, Get over here as soon as you can?" It's a question, but it's phrased like an order. And something about her voice is different. It still sounds totally normal, but something is just off. Not that you have time to think about that. You need to get over there.

You head back to where you were working, pack up your tools and start heading for the door. "Finn?" Tracey asks as you reach the front door. "Where are you going?" You turn and look over your shoulder. "I'm making a house-call. I'll be right back." You then exit, heading back toward your shared apartment. You don't get to see Tracey's confused expression, or hear him say, "But we don't do house-calls. Do we?"

You make excellent time, skipping the subway and walking the short distance from the electronics repair store to your apartment. You ride the elevator up to your floor and get out, heading to your door. You open the door and shut it behind you, looking around for Olivia. You see her in the living room, so you walk through the connected kitchen to find her still in her pajamas, pillowy breasts underneath a loose shirt that bares quite a bit of cleavage, despite being mostly shapeless. Underneath that, she's just wearing panties, but the shirt is so long it almost covers them. She's lounging on the couch, in front of an on TV, currently displaying the Powerball numbers. "Hey," she causally greets you.

You set your tools down and cross your arms. "Olivia, what is this all about?" She points at a piece of paper on the armrest of the couch. "Check that." You pick it up and find a scratch-off ticket. You read the text then notice it's a winner. But how much? "Did you win?" You ask. "Half a million bucks," she replies. "Not bad for my first try, right. Of course, I had help." Olivia then holds up the marker. You freeze, your excitement and surprise freezing into fear. "Olivia-" you begin. "Sit down," she orders. You sit down. "Hmmmmm," she mutters, rubbing her chin. "Not exactly what I had in mind, but I guess that works."

"Why am I sitting?" You ask. "Why did I listen to you?" Olivia glares at you. "Calm down, Finn." Immediately, your anger begins to melt away. Why should you be mad at her? You take a deep breath. "That marker is mine, Olivia. Mine and Stacey's." Olivia ignores you. "Finn, I want you to tell me everything you know about this marker, where you got it, what it does, what you did with it, etc." Part of you thinks that's a terrible idea, but you clear your throat anyway. "Well, it's kind of a long story." Olivia gestures for you to go on. So you do. You tell her everything you remember, disclosing no details. It takes almost a half hour, but by the end, Olivia is nodding. "I guess I was right. You see, Finn, this is why you can't have the marker."

You should be getting angry, ordinarily you would. But you were told to stay calm, so you do. "Why aren't I more upset?" You ask her. Olivia flips over her arm to reveal that's she's written "Can Give Binding Verbal Commands" on the inside of her arm. "Pretty cool, right? I also found out it can manipulate my luck. I figured it couldn't manipulate objects, and you just proved me right. So I couldn't make a scratch-off into a winner, but I could make myself into one." Olivia then smirked. "You also just proved my other point. You two have been squandering the power of this marker. You could have made yourself Gods, made this world a paradise. But you only choose to use it on yourself. So I'm taking it, and I'm going to use it to improve this world." You laugh a little. "Really? What are you going to do- crown yourself Queen and take over the world?"

Olivia strokes her chin. "That's not a bad idea, actually. But maybe later. For now, I want to test the marker out. And I know exactly what I want to try first." Olivia then uncapped the marker and scribbled something on her arm. All at once, her body throbbed and she spasmed. "Whoa!" She cried. Then, from her comfy, wide pink panties formed a large bulge. Olivia wheezed, breathing hard. "Oh wow, that feels great." She began to stroke herself through the fabric, a wet spot rapidly folding. To your horror, the bulge suddenly grew and stretched, and suddenly a cock burst out of the fabric. "Oh my," Olivia said, breathing hard. "This really does make you more horny." She began to jack off, staring at you, her chest heaving. "You know Finn, I always thought you were hot. Honestly." You find yourself blushing red. "Olivia, this is really inappropriate-" Olivia cuts you off. "Hey, can I fuck you? Please, I'm so hard." You stare at the huge length of meat between Olivia's legs, nothing superhuman, but it still makes you clench your ass. "No! Olivia, I have a girlfriend. And she's your best friend."

Olivia sneered, getting to her feet. "Oh, I'll deal with Stacey later. Trust me, I have plans for her." Olivia looked you over. "But as hot as you are, I suddenly don't appreciate you as much. It must be this monster." She gives her cock another stroke, a glob of pre dripping off onto the floor. "So let's make you a bit more fuckable, shall we?" Olivia uncaps the marker. "Stay still," she commands. You freeze, unable to move. She grins at you and begins writing all on your arm. She writes, "Sexy Woman". Instantly, you change. Your clothes suddenly don't fit, your pants feeling loose around your waist, your rough work shirt chafing your more sensitive nipples. "Strip," Olivia demands. You start to take off your clothes there on the couch, and she stops you. "Stand up first. And go over there," she gestures to in front of the couch.

You stand, feeling surprisingly cool, despite the way your cheeks are burning. You quickly remove your shirt and toss it aside, then kick off your shoes and drop your overly-large pants. From there, you peel off your socks and drop your manly, ill-fitting boxers onto the carpet. Olivia gestures for you to spin around, and you do. After watching you turn, she realizes something. "You're very relaxed." You nod. "You told me to be." Olivia scratches her chin. "Hmmmmm. I retract that order," she said, not sure if it would work. Instantly, a flush of embarrassment watches over you. Olivia is staring at your uncovered breasts and snatch. Worst of all, you have one again. You didn't want a pussy again, not after last time! Cumming with it was so addictive, you hadn't let anyone change you back, even though Stacey had suggested it. You didn't want to be a woman, even though it felt so amazing.

You cover yourself, but Olivia growls in response, "No covering yourself!" You pull your hands away, keeping them awkwardly at your sides. You look away, trying not to notice how the nipples crowning your modest breasts are growing hard or how you pussy is starting to drool at the attention you're receiving, not to mention the rock-hard monster in between Olivia's legs. "Well, it's a start," she drawls. "Get over here." You walk over to her. Olivia makes a circle gesture with a finger. "Turn around." You do and Olivia writes something on your back, right where a tramp stamp would go. Then you begin to change again. Your b-cups suddenly grow, transforming into DDs. Meanwhile, your thighs expand and your ass grows. Olivia smacks your ass and your whole body jiggles, your breasts wobbling. "Now that is perfection." She stands up behind you, her erect cock poking your left cheek. "Tell me, what else did Stacey write on you when she fucked your pussy?" Olivia says, a predatory note in her voice. You rattle off what she wrote, and Olivia circles around to your front, then takes one of your arms and begins writing on it where you can see. She writes, "Elastic Holes", "No Pain when Penetrated", Orgasms when Olivia cums inside" and then, after a moment of hesitation, "Tight as a virgin". She winks at you. "I can't take your virginity, so this will have to do." She then goes to set the marker down. You follow her hand down. Olivia notices, and you panic. Dang it! Why didn't you look away. "You will not touch the marker," Olivia commands. "Nor will you attempt to move or manipulate it in any way." You nod, feeling the command carve itself into your mind. "Now," Olivia purrs, circling all the way around to your front. "Let's get started."

She presses her luxurious body up against your new-found breasts, squishing her slightly smaller ones up against yours. You feel her hands begin to roam all over your body, soft and warm as she feels your back and then wraps around your waist, before reaching down to squeeze your ass. You don't move, just flinching and looking away. Olivia recoils for a second, before she realizes why. "Oh, I should have realized. You're a good guy, or gal, I guess. You wouldn't sleep with me, no matter what." She reaches down and grabs the marker. "We'll just have to change that." She goes to write on you. You try to retreat, but she orders you to stay still again. "Also, you won't mess anything I write with the marker," Olivia commands, before she starts writing on your stomach. "You won't try to damage it or change it in any way."

Then she writes, "Olivia's Fuckpet", "Loves to Please her Mistress" and "Easily Defeated by Cock" on your stomach. Instantly, your pussy floods, juices spilling down your legs. "Oh Mistress," you plead, grabbing her. "I'm so sorry." Olivia is taken aback by your sudden embrace, and the feeling of her steel-hard cock squishing against your belly. "I'm sorry I chose Stacey over you," you say, pulling out of the embrace, tears in your eyes. "Please forgive me." You reach down and grab Olivia's warm cock and stick it between your thighs, just under your dripping pussy. You begin to slide her in and out, moaning at the sensation. Olivia gasps as well, holding back moans of her own. "Finn, wait," she says through gritted teeth. "I'm going to cum!" You stop, releasing her cock. "Well that won't do."

Kneeling down and grabbing the base of her cock, you insert it into your mouth and begin to suck vigorously. You've never given a blowjob before, but you hope Olivia will be pleased. And it turns out she's so close that it doesn't really matter. After an attempt to deep-throat that barely works, Olivia grabs your head. "Finn!" She yells, pulling you halfway down her cock. You gag and start **** as she explodes, dumping cum onto your tongue and down your throat. Your mouth fills with a warm, salty taste that makes you grimace, but you do your best to swallow all of mistresses' cum. Finally, after almost half of minute, Olivia pulls out and you gasp, spit and seed hanging from your lips. "Did I do well?" You ask, looking up at Olivia. Olivia takes a heaving breath and looks down at you, her half-hard cock still dripping with your saliva and pre. "Yes, you did well." Her nipples are erect and underneath her cock, you can see she is soaking wet.

Olivia looks down at you. "This might be addicting," she mutters. "It's not as good as with my pussy, but I already feel ready to go again." You squeal with delight. You climb up on the couch and turn around to face your mistress, laying on your back and lifting up your legs and pulling them back, presenting your pussy to her. "Please Mistress, pound my slutty pussy with your big girl cock!" Olivia stares, her cock jumping back to full hardness. "Well, since you asked so nicely," she then pounced on you. She rested her knees in front of you and buried herself in your drooling pussy.

Your elastic pussy embraces Olivia's cock, wrapping snugly around it as she pierces your vagina. You moan and sputter, yanking your legs back further, so she can enter you even deeper. "Oh mistress," you beg. "Fuck me!" Olivia growls in response and begins thrusting in and out, pounding you. Her balls slap against your ass as she keeps hammering you, stretching your insides. You croon with each thrust, lamenting when she has to pull back, then exulting once more as she stabs into you anew. "God you're so tight," Olivia growls. "I can't hold it!" You tighten your pussy around her. "It's okay, just give it to me!" Olivia thrusts in once more, then pops like a cork. You feel her warm seed flood into you, followed by a swift orgasm rushing up from inside your bones. You howl, your pussy clenching tight and milking Olivia dry.

After a minute, Olivia pulls out and sits next to you on the couch, sighing with relief. "That was wonderful," she comments. You feel elated that mistress is pleased. "So, what do you want to do now?" You ask, sitting up. Olivia glances over at the door. "When does Stacey's last class end again?"