To give a new diet

Emma's grin widened, a cruel and knowing glint in her eyes. "Oh, I know exactly what's happening," she purred, taking a step closer. She held up the pendant, which was now glowing with a faint, pulsating light. "This little thing... it listens to me. It makes my thoughts... real."

She circled you, her gaze predatory. "And I was just thinking," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "that you look thirsty. And hungry. But normal food and drink are so... boring. So beneath you now."

She stopped in front of you, lifting her skirt slightly. "From now on, the only thing you'll ever be able to drink is my pussy juice. The only thing you'll ever be able to eat is my shit. Nothing else will sustain you. Nothing else will even taste good. In fact, everything else will taste like ash."

As she spoke, you felt a profound shift inside you. A gnawing hunger and a **** thirst suddenly gripped you, but it was a strange, specific craving. The thought of a glass of water or a slice of pizza was repulsive, but the scent of your sister's proximity, the promise of what she offered, made your mouth water and your stomach rumble with an undeniable need.

She smirked, seeing the dawning horror and acceptance in your eyes. "Get on your knees, brother," she commanded, her voice now laced with an undeniable authority that your body was compelled to obey. Your legs gave out, and you sank to the floor in front of her, your ridiculous heels clacking on the hardwood. "It's time for your first meal."