Just in time to watch!

The smoke coiled up Mira's arms and legs, feeling warm but not exerting very much pressure. Despite the fact she could barely move and the things were lifting her into the air. This would actually be kinda fun in other circumstances. She thought semi-hysterically.

"Mmh-uhm!"

She saw that Markus was standing in his window, watching wide-eyed as Mira's skirt and tank top turned into more wisps of smoke.

"Mira— what!?"

Instead of wasting time heading for a doorway, Markus slammed the window open and kicked out the screen, jumping to the grass and running towards her. Behind his glasses, the blue-haired young man's red eyes were locked on to Mira's struggling form.

Mira was actually glad Markus was finally looking at her— after months of trying! She wouldn't have picked this exact situation, but having his eyes on her naked flesh distracted her from the terror. I'm such a freak... She thought.

It may very well be her last thought, because her lower legs had turned to more dark blue smoke. Mira closed her eyes as she felt herself being pulled tight by the smoke, the world whirling as she was sucked in by the Lamp.

This feels...kinda nice...

Markus reached the lamp, staring in shock. "...what the actual fuck?" he demanded, cautious, picking up a stick and prodding the lamp gently, trying to figure out what just happened. He didn't even register that he had just seen Mira naked at the moment, so high was his tension and adrenaline level.

The pulsed after a moment, a puff of deep blue smoke rising from its spout. Markus stepped back, afraid another tendril would grab him.

Inside the Lamp, Mira was again convinced that this whole thing was a wet dream. She'd wake up in an hour with Markus looking down at her in disgusted worry.

Because only a wet dream could feel this GOOD!

The smoke was all around her. Inside her. Every inch of her skin was sending positive signals to her brain. Her body was being molded like clay in an artist's hands the same time her mind had its rough edges smoothed away. Her every cell was left singing with joy after ever tweak or change. It all blended together into a tsunami of bliss.

Information poured in along with the changes, the Lamp explaining what was going on in its own way. Mira's body and mind were being reshaped for a new purpose, a better purpose. The young woman welcomed the opportunity, if she'd known what would happen, she would have begged the Lamp to start sooner.

The short and curvy young woman— who was in the process of becoming even curvier— had always been incredibly submissive. Enough so that she'd frightened off a few potential partners in the past. But what she wasn't was obedient.

Mira was a bratty sub. Her ideal sexual encounter consisted of teasing a dom until she was fucked into a puddle. Not kneeling at the foot of a bed and paying lavish attention to a Master's erection— though that did have its own appeal now and then. Belonging to one person, and only one person, however, did not appeal. It even made her feel panicky and trapped when she thought of it.

The Lamp changed that. She could still play the brat, but she could now gain just as much pleasure through service and obedience. Absolute submission to a Master.

Submission to Markus.

The genie giggled to herself as the final changes to her mind finished. Mira wasn't just a subby, slutty girl, crushing on her roommate and hoping he'd use her body to splinter a bedframe or two. She was a conduit to a shard of Creation itself, and an adoring sex **** to her Master!

As the Lamp finished imbuing its newest genie with its power, Mira thought only of what Markus would have her do first~