Good Morning

"Maisie, you will now have a good night's sleep in my embrace, you will awake well-rested and energetic tomorrow morning." You smiled, giving her a soft command. "Rest, we'll talk tomorrow."

"Okay," she agreed sleepily, snuggling closer. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Maisie."

As she drifted off to sleep in your arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. You were with the woman of your dreams. With complications, yes... but she was with you on her own even after you messed up badly on the first day of having the control over the curse. And that meant something.

The future stretched out before you, full of possibilities both magical and mundane. You didn't know exactly where this path would lead, but you were excited to find out together. For now, all that mattered was the warmth of her body against yours, the steady rise and fall of her enlarged chest as she breathed, and the knowledge that you had each other.

You entered the world of the dreams yourself, seeing weird things, a mansion in the distant past, an angry woman, words that curses are meant to punish and many more convoluted images, most of which didn't linger in your memory

The next morning arrived softly, sunlight filtering through half-closed blinds in thin golden ribbons. You woke before her, Maisie’s breathing still deep and even against your shoulder. Her hair had spilled across the pillow like dark water, and one of her hands rested loosely over your chest. For the first time in a week, the apartment felt peaceful.

You lay still for a long while, listening to the distant sounds of the city waking up Ordinary noises. Safe noises. So different from the extraordinary morning with naked Maisie in your embrace.

Eventually, Maisie stirred. She made a small complaining sound, then stretched like a cat, then folded her arms back, then froze mid-motion when she remembered where she was and who she was pressed against. A flush crept up her neck. “Oh. Right. This actually happened.”

“It did.”

She propped herself on one elbow and studied your face for several seconds, expression unreadable. “You didn’t give me any weird morning commands while I was asleep, did you?”

“No. Time to make your tits smaller, right?.”

She glanced down at herself, then back up at you with something between amusement and relief. “Let’s keep them until after breakfast at least. I kind of like how they feel… Like I’m allowed to take up more space. Perhaps my back muscles will hate it later but I would be lying if I said I don't like them”

The sentence hung between you, unexpectedly honest. You nodded once, not trusting yourself to say anything clever.

Breakfast was simple: toast, jam, instant coffee. So were your clothes, you both put on nearly identical shorts and T-shirt - both from your closet. You sat at the tiny kitchen table, knees brushing under it, and for twenty glorious minutes the conversation stayed light. She teased you about the single sad houseplant that was somehow still alive despite months of neglect. Banter that allowed both of you to delay the conversation about what would come next.

Maisie set her mug down and traced the rim with her fingertip. “I keep expecting something nasty,” she said quietly bringing the subject back to the situation. “For you to decide that you want something and order it. Am I paranoid?"

You smiled. “And I half-expect you change your mind and accuse me of **** or something .”

She gave a small, crooked smile. “Great. We are both paranoid. Healthy foundation.” Her gaze flicked up, searching. “And if I change my mind tomorrow? Or next week? Say that I no longer want sex with you?”

“Then I stop. Or slow down. Or figure out how to be friends again even if it will be awkward for a... forever.” You paused. “I’ll hate it. But I’d rather hate it than become a bastard."

She leaned forward and landed a short kiss on your lips. The kiss lingered for several seconds before she pulled away, eyes bright. “Want a morning blowjob? If yes, I intend to give you one under this table before you are too tempted to order it."

"Don't ask questions when you know the answer." You chuckled.

"Fine then." She grinned at you and immediately slid from her chair onto the floor. And then, while you were still processing what just happened, she grabbed your shorts and pulled them down, revealing your already hardening cock. "Any wishes?" She asked with a giggle as her hand grabbed the shaft and squashed it.

"I made enough wishes yesterday, go on, do it how you like it." You said, leaning back in your chair.

"Good boy!" she praised, "But I am fine with unenforced wishes. Or even a SANE magical command. Or... temporary physical modification, those are fun. Softer lips, hotter tongue, deeper throat... mmmmm"

"Do you have to tempt me with that? I always liked your body as it is." You get few ideas immediately but decide against going for them.

"Sure you did, " her trademark sarcasm returned. "You enlarged my tits as soon as you got your greedy fingers on them." Her other hand gently touched your balls "I would make those bigger... perhaps, " she adds with another melodic giggle, teasing you. "OK, think while I start. Or we'll talk all day."

With that, she lowered her head and took you into her mouth. Her technique was different from yesterday’s mechanical calm obedience; now there was genuine enthusiasm behind every movement. You had no reason to doubt that it can be marvelous without any use of the curse, but she did give direct permission to use it.