Tests and Changes

Anne is looking up at you, thankful that you won't reveal her secret. What she doesn't know, however, are the things that you're considering doing to her now. First, you decide to see if you can alter her body, and say, "Your eyes are green." You watch her blue eyes quickly change to green and smile.

Anne frowns and says, "Of course they're green."

"No, they're blue," you retort.

They again change, and she huffs before saying, "That's what I just said!"

"Of course it is, I'm sorry," you reply. Now that you know that you can change people physically, the first change you made comes to mind and you decide to edit it if you can. You say, "You don't always do whatever men want, you just do what I want."

She takes a step back, then questioningly says, "Yeah, I do..."

Quickly, you add, "You do what I want because you love me and lust after me, and you think a good woman like yourself should always do what the man she loves wants."

Her questioning look disappears, and is instead replaced by one that appears to be more interested in you. Her gaze shifts away as if she doesn't want you to see that she's looking more often, and you smile, thinking about the implications of that last change. You start to wonder, though, if you can do some stranger things. You say, "You fall asleep whenever I say pineapple and snap my fingers, don't realize that you were asleep, and don't wake up until I do it again." Before she can really react, you emphatically the trigger word and snap your fingers.

She falls towards the floor, completely limp. On reaction you step forward and catch her, preventing her from hitting the ground. Gently, you lay her on the floor and consider what to try. The girl from total recall with three tits pops into your mind, and you chuckle, wondering how you could up the ante. After a moment, you smile and say, "You have more pairs of tits below your current pair that are identical in shape and size, one after the other to your waist."

Immediately, you see six growths form under her shirt. The highest point of each seems to be the lowest point of the boobs above it that are attached to her body. Your dick twitches as you watch her shirt strain outwards, six new large tits blowing up from within. Her current tits are pushed up by the ones below them, you simply watch with rapt attention. Soon enough, it seems the growth has stopped. You look down at her stomach and feel yourself harden. Her new tits are jostling and jiggling under her shirt, set into motion by the growth, and the shirt is straining against them, her buttons at their breaking point. The fact that her shirt is white in conjunction with the straining makes her shirt almost see through, so you can somewhat see her nipples squashed against the fabric and her boobs pressing together. Even if you couldn't, the straining buttons leave extra cleavage down her whole shirt as the fabric between the buttons is pulled as far apart as it seemingly can be.

Experimentally, you lower yourself to lay on top of her. The feeling of boobs pressing against the entirety of your chest and most of your stomach is amazing, so you stay for a moment and gently rub your torso against hers. Almost without thinking you start to grind into her crotch, then move slightly up and grind into her lowest tits, reveling in the feeling of her soft breasts pushed against your dick and body. You suddenly realize that you're on the edge of orgasm, and quickly stand up. As relieving as that would be, you want to do some more things, and it somehow feels wrong to do that with her.

You think for a moment, then decide to try some more things out. You say, "You're tits all constantly lactate at a well above average rate. Additionally, you have bunny ears coming out of the top of your head that are scaled to be appropriate for your size. You also have an incredibly intense orgasm every time I say these two words: my bitch." Your eyes widen as two large, white bunny ears shoot out of her blonde head and lay limp on the ground. You reach down and touch them, still a little shocked.

Looking back at her torso, you see that her shirt is quickly getting wet. Near the center of each of her eight beautiful mounds a large wet spot has already formed, and they are only expanding and darkening as you watch. The power you have and the changes make you feel more aroused yet again, and you say, "my bitch." Instantly, Anne's whole body immediately convulses, and her hips thrust repeatedly in the air. Somehow, your first command keeps her asleep, and she eventually settles back down, though she does so much before your member calms back down.

All of this has fully convinced you of the stone's seemingly limitless power. You look at her, thinking about what to do. Ultimately, she's always been nice to you, and you do care about her, so you decide to revert the changes you made while she was asleep, except for the orgasming one, and then wake her up. You say what you need to say to do so, watching her slowly change back to her usual hot self and seeing her shirt dry off. Finally, you pick her up and say, "Pineapple," then snap your fingers and step back.

She yawns, stretches, and sets her feet. Her eyes focus on you, and she smiles. She adjusts her stance to be a little more provocative partially by slightly arching her back to push out her boobs and ass.

After a moment's hesitation, you say, "Whenever I'm telling you about yourself, you won't notice, but you will wait for me to finish, still be changed, and not realize that time has passed. Also, you desperately want to be in a relationship with me, but you also want me to have sex with other women. The idea makes you incredibly horny."

You wait, hoping all of that worked. She looks at you, not realizing that you've even spoken. Her face gets a little flushed, and she looks at the floor shyly. While glancing at you periodically, she says, "Um, look, I know this is kinda forward, but do you think you, like, might want to go out sometime? I really like you, and want to be in a relationship at some point if you would too." She looks stressed for a moment, then quickly says, "Of course, that could come later." After a brief pause, she quietly adds, "I wouldn't even mind if you saw other people. I'd, um, actually be pretty down for that."

She finally looks up at you, her face painted with a mixture of hope and fear. You smile, and say, "Anne, I've always really like you too. That sounds amazing. In fact, I'd love to get dinner tonight if you want."

Ecstatic, Anne exclaims, "Of course, wherever and whenever you want!" With a conspiratorial look, she gives you a quick hug, and you feel her voluptuous breasts press against your chest. You embrace her, enjoying the feeling, and give her ass a squeeze as you let go. She's shocked for a moment, but then she smiles at you and shakes her finger while saying, "Oh, you naughty boy."

After a moment's hesitation, she says, "So, we should probably keep working and continue this later, right? I obviously don't want to, but that seems for the best."

You think about it. It seems to you that you could just use the stone for money and never have to work again, but you might want to use today or even the next few days to have easier access to the actresses you've been lusting after. And either way you could probably have sex with her right now, though you could also wait. After a few seconds of thinking, you come to a decision.