Start up their porn studio

Once the four women were back at Valerie's apartment--she had jointly owned it with Sydney and Rachel previously, but now that they were legally her property the apartment was solely hers--she turned to the genies and said, "I wish I had an infinite extradimensional storage space attached to my cleavage, pussy and ass, that I could put anything I own into it or take any such thing out of it, manually or, if too large, by will, and that anything held in there would be in suspended animation for the duration except to the extent that it would make sense for it not to be."

"Mmm, very sexy wish, Mistress," Rachel replied.

Valerie smirked and the apartment's doors vanished.

"What'd you do, Mistress?" Tania said.

"Trapped you all in here with me, of course. But more to the point, if that worked the way I wanted it to work, the concept of the doors to this place are now being held in my boobs, so I can pull that out and make an entrance to here from anywhere I want."

"You could already teleport here any time you wanted," Sydney pointed out. "You wished for your teleportation wish to extend to non-living property, remember?"

"Yeah, I know, but this is hotter," Valerie said. "And anyway, why did that wish work? It didn't seem all that related to sex, I just kinda threw it out there and expected you to reject it so I'd have to refine it."

"Eh," Rachel said. "It was an extension of a sex-related wish, for one. That helped. And for another you had sexy purposes top of mind in making it, especially given what you needed it for right then. So it just barely snuck in."

"I feel like the rules of how this works aren't especially consistent."

"Of course they're consistent," Sydney said. "You just have to keep in mind that the overriding purpose is to enhance your sexual experience, Mistress. Within that, there's a lot of leeway."

"Anyway, do I have to cheat again to make one of you an expert at camera work or is that I'm going to be using it for porn a lot enough?"

"I think the ring got the message, it didn't like being yelled at a second time. First time was understandable, second time, frankly, it's afraid you'll just metaphorically take your ball and go home and leave it starving," Rachel noted.

"You've wished yourself far more than enough power already to feed it all the sexual energy it could possibly want," Sydney added. "Now it's more of a mindset to keep you happy so that it can gorge."

"OK then I wish that both of you were experts in using photographic and audiovisual equipment. Also, Rachel, I'm going to want a website where I can sell this stuff, you can develop that, right?"

"I mean, I am a webdev, but I was working as a freelancer for a small construction firm, nothing that would involve things like payment processing and user authentication and all that. Your wish just extended my contract indefinitely, by the way. Also they've already found a replacement, you might like her, but she's, uh... maybe a little shy and awkward? Not entirely comfortable with herself?"

"She's trans," Sydney said bluntly.

"I was picking up on that, yes," Valerie said. "Well then I wish she would have her ideal body--to the extent possible while remaining fully human and within ordinary human proportions--and that nobody would think anything odd had occurred."

"Done," Rachel said. "To put it mildly, she's almost as much of a smoking hot piece of ass as you are, Mistress. You should meet, she loves objectification."

"Do I need to be here or..." Tania trailed off.

"Of course you need to be here, we've got porn to make. Well, I'm thinking we'll start with glamour shots as a teaser, see who we can draw in that way," Valerie said. "Oh, and I wish that no social media platform or paywalled content site or whatever could kick us off or derank us or anything like that because of what we post, in fact I wish that, with the proviso that none of it can ever be shown to anyone not mature enough to see it, of course, my content would be prioritised by any algorithmic selection process as an override above all other considerations."

"Granted, to the extent that the content is sexy," Sydney said.

"Also, if both of you are in the shoot, I wish for you to be able to operate the equipment remotely."

"Granted," Rachel affirmed.

"Now let's see what outfits work to best tease everyone..."

The next little while was spent figuring out what the introductory images and videos would be for each of them. Eventually Valerie settled on a midriff-baring crop top and short shorts for herself, a wet T-shirt and panties for Tania, and matching lingerie for Sydney and Rachel.

"I can't wait until I can get a strap-on and fuck your perky ass, Tania," Sydney remarked while spraying water out of her hand to drench the woman from behind the camera.

"If Mistress will let me have a dick I'll help you spitroast her," Rachel added.

"I've never heard you be that dominant before," Valerie observed.

"Well, there's two reasons for that," Sydney explained. "First is that even before all of this, we were both really eager to be submissive to you, Mistress, though of course we're even more so now, but otherwise we were actually both pretty sexually dominant. That's a large part of why we were so frustrated that you were so often too tired for sex after work, negotiating the bedroom dynamics between the two of us was annoying. Much easier to just let you take the lead."

"The second reason is that the lamp, when it sucked us in, as we said it wasn't expecting two people to turn into genies," Rachel went on. "The way it's supposed to work is that it alters the genie's mind to be completely, totally, absolutely submissive. But doing that to both of us while also converting us to exist as sexual energy and empower us as genies to channel it and all of that, well, there was only just enough left to enhance our natural submissiveness toward you in particular to overcome any lingering taboos or limits we might have had in that relationship. So it otherwise left our mentalities untouched, and as Sydney said, we both prefer to be dominant in bed, at least with other partners."

"That seems like a cognitively dissonant dichotomy," Tania piped up.

"What she said," Valerie added.

"No?" Sydney said. "That's just being a dom-leaning switch. At least in the bedroom, Valerie's a natural dom, you're a natural sub, Tania. We're neither. So we're depraved sluts for Mistress, but also extremely eager to use you as the walking piece of fuckmeat with holes you are."

"Domming sounds weird," Tania said.

"So does subbing," Valerie shot back.

"And not enjoying both is the weirdest of all," Rachel finished. "Though if you prefer, Mistress, you could just wish for us to be completely submissive to everyone; the lamp has enough power for that now. Anyway, since this is all for porn, everything's set up online, and the video editing's fully autonomous, for that matter."

"Actually I just had one more idea," Valerie said. "An ad campaign, not for the porn but for being my property."

"I thought you only wanted to own people you've personally met and seen their kinks and all of that," Sydney reminded her.

"Oh, for my personal fucktoys, sure. But if I own someone, that'll still give me access to things like their professional expertise, and any sexual activity they engage in--like, say, masturbating while watching my porn--will charge the lamp, right?"

"Well, any masturbation to your porn will charge the lamp, since it's your porn," Rachel clarified, "but it will be more effective if it's someone you own, yes."

"All right, so what I want is this..."

--

Sienna went on break, looked around and slipped into the stock room at the coffee shop where she worked.

Pulling out her phone, she checked her social media feeds--not the stuff about current events or sports or fashion or anything like that, the stuff that she both figured plenty of her coworkers were looking at in private and that nobody would ever be willing to admit to looking at.

At the very top was a new account she'd never seen before, but it already had quite a few preview image sets and videos. There was a tall, busty, muscular woman showing herself off in too-small clothes, a pair of absurdly attractive women feeling each other up in expensive lingerie, and a comparatively small, but still incredibly stacked, woman in a tight T-shirt being drenched relentlessly.

Something about it was hot enough that Sienna had her phone on a stand, one hand under her shirt, fondling a braless boob, and the other down her uniform pants.

Then the last video autoplayed. It was the last three women, showing them first looking quite plain, then jumping to the bodies they had in the other videos and images after saying, "I pledge myself to Goddess Valerie!" It was obviously just very clever editing and angle choices and such, but what the hell, Sienna figured. She had no curves to speak of, so all she'd lose is feeling a bit silly in private.

"I pledge myself to Goddess Valerie," she whispered.

Instantly two things became true. The first was that whoever this "Goddess Valerie" was, Sienna was indisputably, irrevocably, permanently her property, no longer her own woman but rather someone else's puppet and toy. But whatever had done that to her had also left her strangely okay with it. Maybe if she ever met the woman she now knew to be her Mistress she would feel some degree of trepidation, at least depending on what Mistress wanted to do with her new flesh, but for the time being Sienna was largely undisturbed.

The second was that Sienna found herself with the sort of absurdly sexy body she could only have dreamed of having. Her boobs were gigantic, entirely filling her lap and then some. Her ass felt like it was wedged in the chair she had chosen, and her waist had lost almost all of its pudge. Her limbs were smooth, her hair long and silky, and when she slipped a finger back to her twat--there was nothing in the way any more, she was completely naked and somehow knew that she was going to stay that way until Mistress decided otherwise--she immediately came to a screaming orgasm, and then another, and another, as waves of pleasure crashed through her new body.

She paused, waiting for a coworker to come running to see what was wrong, but nothing happened. She had to have been heard all through the shop, though.

Her phone alarm chirped to tell her that her break was up, and somehow she found herself able to reach around her titanic rack to grab her phone and instinctively knew to slip it into her cleavage. Her butt slid smoothly out of what should have been a too-small chair, and when she went back out onto the shop floor, nobody looked askance at her proportions or her nudity.

"Sounds like you had a good time back there," one of her coworkers, Anna, said with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, uh..." Sienna still felt embarrassed, the more so when her manager put her on milk duty on the assembly line and she found herself abruptly lactating and compelled to use her own breast milk instead of the company's machine.

"You got off quite a few times, it's fine," Anna said. "It's suddenly been all over the news"--the woman gestured to the TV in the corner--"some sort of 'hentai virus' that's turning people into, well, what you look like. Nobody's quite sure what's causing it, though."

"Actually, I think I might know," Sienna admitted. "I... just don't want to say, I'm not sure there's a way back and I wouldn't want anyone to do it not knowing what they're in for."

"Si, I can look at you and know what I'd be in for if I got it. Fuck, body like yours, squeezing my nipples in public and fingering my cunt?" Sienna hadn't even noticed that her other hand had slipped to her snatch and Anna was moving the coffee cups past her to Brandon on the other side to keep the assembly line going during the lunch rush. "Fuck me, just tell me where to sign my soul away and I'll do it yesterday!"

"Well, OK, if you're sure..."

Two whispers and twelve words later the coffee shop had a second hentai employee, the two fingering each other under the counter as their coworkers did their best to keep them involved on the line while accommodating their incessant need for sexual activity.

--

There were, June reflected, many terms that could be used to describe her state of dress.

Alluring was one of them. Revealing, scanty, sexy, lewd, even pornographic all fit to some degree or other.

"Workplace-appropriate", at least for June's workplace, was not one of them, not when her bra put her huge breasts on full display and she was wearing nothing to cover her crotch which had, at some point, become completely hairless.

So it was with some trepidation that she minced her way back to the building, but the security guard at the concierge just waved her through. She looked at the ID she'd shown and saw the face of a woman who looked like her hypothetical smoking-hot sister, or herself after substantial cosmetic surgery and quite a bit of makeup, but when she got a look at herself in the elevator's mirrored walls she realised that whatever Mistress had done to her, it was being reflected in other aspects of her life as well, like her ID badge matching her new face.

Which was, June supposed, quite considerate.

She felt her breasts and ass grow even more as she walked to her desk. By the time she got there, she was certain she wouldn't be able to fit in the chair, nor wedge her bust in front of the desk, but somehow, probably magic, it just worked. Her ass slid into the chair smoothly, her bust settled in her lap, and her arms reached around it to turn on her monitor and use her keyboard and mouse.

She was catching up on the emails she'd received during her lunch break when her manager walked over and leaned on her cubicle wall.

"Hey, June, thought I should tell you in person, we just got a big new client--I mean huge, this person, I've never heard of them before but they are absolutely loaded and want us to manage part of that--and I think you're the best person for the job. You've handled other big files well, after all. Just do what you did there, don't mess up, and you'll be golden."

"I see," June said, knowing exactly who this new client was. "Have you done the KYC checks?"

"That's the first part of your job. Take your time on it. We can't afford not to be thorough with a portfolio this size."

"I should probably arrange to meet her in person, given the size," June said, going back to her emails and finding the one with the relevant access info and pulling it up.

"That'd be wise. I leave it in your very capable hands. Don't make me regret it."

"You won't. I'll do nothing but my best for her," June assured him.

As June went through the standard procedures, which were second nature to her at this point, she kept feeling her thoughts slipping back to one simple, overriding fact of her existence: she was owned.

She was property.

She was nothing more than a toy, a piece of meat, a thing, for her Mistress.

She didn't have to make decisions, she didn't have to worry about anything any more.

All she had to do was serve and obey Mistress, and she had absolute certainty that everything would work out okay. Better than okay.

Even if Mistress did things that seemed to harm her, she knew it was for the best. It was what was best for Mistress, of course, and therefore necessarily what was best for June, no matter how it felt in the moment.

She was owned, she was cherished, she was loved, even as she knew she would be degraded, objectified and tormented because her Mistress clearly had a sadistic streak given how horny she felt and how she'd been completely unable to get off despite openly fingering her slit while waiting for her outdated computer hardware to process her requests.

And she didn't want to have it any other way.

(Author's note: I know I'm taking a few liberties with the premise of the story in having Sydney and Rachel take sexually dominant roles in the group, though still completely submissive to Valerie. I hope those reading don't mind, and I hope I've given adequate justification for this deviation from the expected setup.)