Let's work on the mental side of things

Contributor's note: Ms. Crowin's name can be changed in the right-hand menu. I recommend switching it to something you feel is more appropriate to the character as she changes.

"Before we continue, please tell me how you feel."

Ms. Crowin sat down in the armchair, still naked, her legs trembling. The chair looked almost too big for her now. "I... I feel strange. I want you to be happy with my body, I want to display myself for you, I want you to change me as you see fit, but... but I'm scared of what you'll make me do. What you'll ask me to do. I'm scared of where this-" she gestured to her new body, "-is going. I don't even recognize myself. A-are you happy? With h-how I look?"

I made eye contact. "Happier than I was. I'm new at this, but with hindsight I would have worded some things differently," I admitted. "I'd rather you had bigger boobs and a little more to grab onto elsewhere, but we can get that done later. For now, it's your head I'd like to change."

"My... head?"

"Your mind. Would you like an example?"

"N-no, I don't-"

"Too bad. Please always agree with what I'm doing and always do what I say."

Her eyes widened in fear as my words registered with her, then slipped down to a half-lidded expression, a small smile spreading across her face. She lounged back in the chair. "Well, I love the idea of you tinkering around in here," she purred. "Do whatever you want to my silly little mind."

I leaned over the chair, hands on the armrests to support myself as I brought my face close to hers. "Please be deeply in lust over me. Please be constantly, unbearably aroused by my presence.

Ms. Crowin arched her back and bit her lip, placing a hand on my chest and tracing it down to my stomach. She slipped the hand under my belt and tried to pull me into her, and when I didn't budge she tried to kiss me. I pulled away and pushed her back into the chair. "I didn't say you could kiss me yet. I want you to stay right there, getting hornier and hornier, until I say you can move."

She whined and wriggled in her seat, then pulled her legs up in a butterfly pose. She stared at me as I tugged off my shoes and socks, then my shirt. I noticed her hand start to creep downwards as she watched.

"No masturbating without my permission," I warned.

This time she let out a long, sexy sigh, almost as if she'd expected me to say that. I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them, now clad in just my underwear. I stretched out my back, really just showing off for the sake of tormenting Ms. Crowin, and walked right past her to enter the kitchen area. I could feel her eyes glued to me as I drank a glass of water and dawdled around for a few minutes. I took the time to wash the dishes from dinner, even drying them and putting them away. It wasn't until I'd turned off the faucet and stowed everything that I realized I could hear her mewling and panting behind me. She must have been nearly overcome with lust.

I turned around. She was still in the chair, facing backwards on her knees with her hands on the back, big brown eyes staring intently at me. She was slowly bouncing up and down, rocking back and forth on her knees, unable to touch herself but still feeling the undeniable need to do it. She couldn't deny that need, but I could.

I leaned back against the counter and stared back at her, making eye contact. That caused her to moan a little. I strode forward and placed my hand against her face and she nuzzled into it, kissing my palm. I looked down at her, at all the parts of her body we still had to work on, and decided to plow ahead.