Like a slut.

Jess looked down at her clothes again and yelped, shouting, "Master!"

Jess saw her halter top shrink into what was essentially a tiny bikini top that only just contained her impressive breasts whilst also showing so much cleavage it was something she'd think twice about wearing to the beach let alone school.

Next, Jess looked to her jeans which, whilst still skin-tight, have now shrunk into denim hot pants, sitting low on her hips and cut off just at her ass cheeks Jess felt exposed.

Jessica felt the crotch of the shorts riding right up into her crotch; as she looked down, she was shocked to see her smooth outer labia stretched around the thin piece of denim that was failing to cover her privates.

As she bent over to look at herself, Jess found that her bikini panties had been replaced with a g-string that cut uncomfortably between her buttocks; the tops of the underwear were clearly visible inches above the top of her short.

"Master, no! You can't! Change me back! I can't go around the school like this! Everyone will see and think I'm a whore!" Jess exclaimed.

As she tried to move towards her master, she almost tripped over as she discovered her cute sneakers had been replaced by eight-inch tall platform stripper heels which strapped around her ankles.

She continued to stagger over to Mr King, shouting and pounding at his chest, begging him to change her back. Mr King sat, stunned, trying to absorb what had just happened as Jess raged at him, tears leaking from her eyes. Her hair was now in pigtails whipping around as she flailed.

He'd wished her to look like this, but he didn't really believe it was going to happen.

With uncertainty in his voice, Mr King said, "I wish you'd sit down and calm down, Miss Edwards", as he looked at the vision of youth and sluttyness in front of him.

With that, Jess shuddered again from the sensation of pleasure that came from granting a wish. As she sat down on Mr King's desk, he collapsed in his chair.

Jess shouted, "Master!" and snapped her legs together as she realised he was staring directly at her vulva that was only inches from his face and split in two by the tight damp denim crotch of her shorts.

Jess tried again to get the ring back. In her now calm voice, she asked, "Please, Master, can I have the ring back? I'll do anything you want."

Mr King played with the ring as it sat on his finger; he finally understood to some small degree its power.

"No, you can't have my ring," he said flatly. "And yes, it looks like you will be doing anything I want," he said as he devoured Jessica, sitting submissively at his feet with his eyes.

"Furthermore, I don't want you to try to steal it from me again or have one of your football boyfriends come to try and take it from me, in fact," he said. "I wish that you would stop trying to get the ring back from me".

A flash of pleasure washed over Jess, but nothing other than the increasing dampness in her crotch seemed to change; Jess tried to ask for the ring again but found herself unable to ask for it.

"I suppose I need a wish to stop anyone else from trying to take this thing too," he said.

"I wish no one, but Miss Edwards, Jessica, my magic genie girl and I knew about the magic ring", Jess face flushed, partly at the second wish in rapid succession and partly at being called his magic genie girl she didn't like that at all.

"Oh, and I wish that no one could take it from me too," he added absentmindedly. Jess squirmed on the floor as she struggled to control herself as one wishes pleasure built on top of the last, she could feel her face flushing redder and closed her eyes for a moment whilst she tried to compose herself.

"What are you doing?" Mr King asked.

Jess tried to ignore him.

"Do I need to wish for you to tell me?" he asked.

"No, Master, please," she said, frustrated that she still couldn't seem to call this perverted bastard anything other than master. She also realised that it was inevitable that she would have to tell him what was happening, so she might as well save herself another unwanted magic lick especially since they were starting to build to something she didn't want her teacher to see.

"Master, when you make a wish, I can hear it in my head, no matter how near or far you are, like you're whispering in my ear" she paused.

"And..." Mr King prompted.

"And when my body grants a wish, I get a feeling inside," Jess said.

"What kind of feeling?" he pushed again.

Jess knew she would have to tell this creepy old man.

"A feeling of warmth, of pleasure like someone touching me, down there, and I don't like that it's you that's causing me to feel those feelings from all the wishes you're making".

Mr King's face broke into an evil grin as he realised what he'd been doing to the young tart as he made each of his wishes. He'd been inadvertently stimulating her sexually.

Mr King chuckled, embarrassed for her, "Well, that is a bit of an awkward situation you've found yourself in then, isn't it" he said, "and don't think that that little admission of yours will stop me from making any further wishes."

"Now we've only got ten minutes before lessons start, so I think it's time you did your thing for me." Mr King said, motioning to his crotch.

Jess screwed her face up at the thought of touching him again and the crude way he'd asked her for a blowjob, but she knew what he wanted. Her stomach tightened, hoping she could get out of here saying, "I have classes" she looked at him, pleading with her beautiful big green eyes.

Mr King said, "No problem, I wish I was your teacher for the first period" Jess's heart sank; she heard people milling around in the corridor outside as Mr King told her to do what she did last night.

Jess pleaded not to make her do that again.

This time Mr King lost his patience and told Jess, "I know you think you're buying yourself time to get out of this, but I wish you would spend the first period hiding under my desk doing what you did for me last night" he couldn't bring himself to describe the act any further, but they both knew what he wanted. Jess felt herself start crawling under his desk, hiding away as best she could as she heard the bell ring for the first period.