Another letter arrives - Transformation/"Have what you want"/Accepted (non-negative)

You admit to yourself that you're a bit surprised to find that not only have you woken up--so you're not dead--and feel very good--so you're not in any sort of pain from the dismemberment you sort-of feared might happen--but that you've got soft female flesh touching just about every part of your body, even as someone pumps your cock in and out of a pussy slowly.

All your other bodies seem to be at best half-asleep, so you disentangle yourself from the pile--prompting a soft whimper from whomever it was that was fucking you--as you hear the mail slot open and something drop to the floor.

Padding naked through your apartment, you see the same handwriting on the envelope that you saw on yesterday's mail, and open it to find a similarly black card. This one is a little more verbose.

You can now disclaim ownership of anything you own, and you can transform anyone you do own. All you need do is vocalize and will the changes.

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Disownership and Transformation - Ownership

You can exercise these powers over anything or anyone you own.

"You should have what you want"

If you own something, you can release ownership of it simply by informing someone that you no longer own that thing. It will then revert to its previous owner, who will think you just gave it to them, or become nobody's property if nobody owned it before you. You can claim ownership of it again later, in which case they'll think they never owned it to begin with.

You can also transform bodies you own--or parts of bodies, if you only own a part--by telling whoever's in the body about the change you want to make. It'll then happen. If you only own a body part, you can't change it too drastically--no turning a breast into an arm, for instance--but if you own an entire body you have much more latitude. Your transformation powers won't work on inanimate objects, however.

Accepted (non-negative)

Just like your power to claim things, people will just accept that you can disclaim them. They will also accept that you can change bodies that you own, however inconvenient it might be for whoever's inhabiting said body. After all, your body should look the way you want it to, and they'll just have to make do.

If you disclaim someone after changing them, however, they may not react well to their changes.

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"Well," you mutter to yourself, "this could be useful." Now you could, for instance, claim someone's body for a quick fuck, then disclaim them and not disrupt their life too much. If you felt like being nice, you could even find out what a person might want changed about herself, then claim her body, make the changes, and disclaim them. Of course, you'd also be able to have your way with them before you did. Or you could just keep them.

Walking back to the bedroom, you see that your bodies are all mostly awake, and Julie is licking your cum out of Dana's pussy. You realize that you must've shot at least one load in your younger sister's twat before you woke up, and the thought starts to get you hard again.

"Okay," you say, figuring you might as well make some sort of test of your supposed new powers, "rise and shine, ladies. I want to do a morning inspection of my bodies, so I'm gonna need you to be well-rested and full of energy for the day."

The change is almost immediate: six hot female bodies come fully awake and hop out of bed, looking eager to have you inspect them. Crooking a finger, you lead them into the living room and motion for them to line up in front of you.

Casting an appreciative eye over all six of them, you start. "First, I decided that outright owning Julie and Leila's going to get too confusing. So, you two, I own your bodies, and I own everything about you that I own about Ashley, and I own everything about you that I need to own to make all my prior commands to you effective"--that should cover it, you hope--"but I don't actually own you."

Looks of relief cross the twins' faces. "Phew," says Julie. "That was gonna get confusing, John. Don't you agree, Leila?"

"Absolutely, Julie," and you mentally sigh in relief as you realize your name change has stuck. "This will be much easier. Damn, though, now I wanna fuck Mom. And Zoe."

At your inquisitive look, Julie says, "Zoe's our younger sister, about Dana's age. She's even hotter than we are."

"And our mom--Abigail--is a total MILF," adds Leila.

You file that away for later. Right now, you have some other stuff to test.

"Ashley, how big are your boobs? About a C-cup?"

It might have been a trick of the light, but you could swear Ashley's breasts shifted slightly. "Yeah, your tits would fit best in a 34C bra. Why, do you want me to put one on them?"

"Not right now, but I'm wondering how big they might've gotten if you hadn't done all that gymnastics. I've met your mom, after all. Maybe you should have, say, a 34G?"

This time it's definitely no trick of the light. Ashley's breasts are growing substantially, until they stop at the 34G size you specified.

"Well, these are heavier than I'm used to--and bigger than Mom's," your roommate says, "but hey, it's not my body, is it? I've just got to live in it and make do." She jiggles from side to side, the new endowments swinging wonderfully.

You ogle them appreciatively. Still, you're curious to see if you can push this farther. "I'd like them even bigger, though--how about three times the size of your head?" you suggest.

Once again, the growth starts, and your smile widens as Ashley's breasts get much larger. "Oh," you add as she starts to stoop a bit, "and you have the strength to carry them."

"Thanks," she says, panting slightly as the sensations of the ongoing growth shoot through her. "You're a good friend to think of that. You didn't have to, you know. I would've just had to deal with the pain if that's what you wanted."

"I don't like to think of my body being in pain," you reply, and get up to pinch her--your--whomever's--nipples. When only a moan escapes Ashley's lips, you say, "But these should be sensitive enough so that you can orgasm just from nipple play. In fact, you'll orgasm every time someone pinches, twists, bites, or sucks on them." You tweak them again.

Ashley lets out a pleased squeal as she immediately climaxes.

Then a smile crosses your face. You wonder how Ashley would react if she thought she owned her boobs again.

"But now I'm disclaiming ownership of your breasts, Ashley, and you can't use my body parts to touch yours," you say, and wait for her response.

Almost immediately she turns away from you, trying to hide her massive tits as best she can--a tall order, considering that they stick out substantially to either side, she can't cover them up with her, or your, hands or arms, and she knows you could ask to see her/your belly button, or pussy, or whatever else.

"What the fuck, John?" she almost screeches. "And here I was thinking you're such a good friend! But apparently not, you just wanted my tits so you could leave me as a freak who's just a gigantic pair of boobs! If you wanted to make something this huge, why not your ass?" She wiggles that at you. "Or one of those pairs?" She waves at your other bodies. She pretty clearly wants to storm off, but since you own her time schedule, and you've directed that this time is for a morning inspection, she's stuck.

"Fucking hell, this is going to be so damn inconvenient," she mutters. "Custom-made bras are ridiculously expensive, I can't touch these at all, probably the fucking wind will be enough to bring me off, I couldn't even play with them if I wanted to do something like be a big-tit camgirl..."

"Well, if you hate your boobs that much, Ashley," you retort, "maybe it'd just be easier if I owned them."

Immediately Ashley's demeanor changes. "That would be easier," she says with a sigh of relief. "After all, you like them, and I'll just have to live with being in this body."

"But you were right, breasts that size are inconvenient, so how about you just have a 34J bust?" you suggest.

Ashley's boobs shrink down, not as small as they were after your first substantial change, but much closer to normal than they had been. And thanks to her enhanced musculature, they ride high and proud with only just enough sag to show that they're completely natural.

"Now," you go on, turning to your mom and sisters, "I'm claiming about you everything I own about Ashley."

The three nod. "So what do we have to do today, then?" Erin asks, since you now set their time schedules.

"Well, for a start, I'm also claiming all of your job descriptions and rates of remuneration, and I'll want to call your employers to let them know what you're now to be doing."

About half an hour later, the six have jobs that pay three times as much as they used to, with the duties being serving your every whim as you see fit.

"Seems almost too easy, doesn't it?" Julie ponders. "If I didn't know better..."

Leila quirks an eyebrow at her twin sister.

"Oh, just, you read about this stuff in wish-fulfillment erotic stories on the Internet. Nothing that could happen in real life, of course. But I guess I was wrong about that." She gives you a sultry smile. "And I couldn't be happier to be wrong."

You smile back and, with your cock back at full mast, bend her over and plunge it into her slit. "Julie, Leila, whenever one of you is being fucked, I want the other to feel all the same sensations. Also, whenever I make a change to one of your bodies, the other will also change. I want you two to be identical, got it?"

Immediately Leila begins moaning in unison with her sister as you piston in and out of Julie's twat.

"Dana, Caitlin, I want you two sucking on Ashley's lactating tits," you continue as milk beads at your roommate's nipples. "And Erin, start eating Leila out."

There'll be time enough to reshape your other bodies later, except... "Also, all of your holes can take my cock as a perfect fit whatever size I make it, and," you decide to see if you can change your own body, "I have a 12-inch dick."

Instantly you can tell that it worked--not because you feel you're any deeper inside Julie, since your first command made it a perfect fit already, but because your longer shaft gives you more nerve endings.

As you continue to pound Julie, you wonder if it really matters who you claim, now. You'd had some thoughts about maybe owning a few celebrities, making them give you their entire fortunes and putting them in porn and such, but if you could just make anyone look like anyone else, or something new entirely, was that really all that important? And for that matter, you don't know if you can make changes away from the usual human shape. Could you give your mom an extra pair of breasts, for instance? Or how about changing people into inanimate objects? And could you change them back? The letter had just said you could change anyone you own, not anything, after all.

Time enough for that later, though. For now, you're content to fuck your current harem silly yet again.