Who else?

"Holly Petersen", you whisper back into her ear.

Maisie shudders on your lap, then pulls your arms towards her, inviting you to touch her body as it changes. You feel the smooth skin on her back change slightly in texture, at the same time as her dark brown eyes crystallise into an icy blue and her face rearranges into Holly's rounder features. Her hair straightens and darkens, retreating slightly so the falling tresses come to rest on the tops of her breasts, exactly above her nipples. You feel your hands drawn to those nipples, which pulse and swell up slightly in response to your delicate touch. A pale color spreads across her skin all over her body as you feel her breasts dwindle into slight bumps under the touch of your hands cupping them. Maisie leans back, drawing your attention down towards her crotch, where a dark fuzz is appearing over her previously clean-shaven snatch. She thrusts her hips upward at you, inviting you to play with her moistening nethers.

"Please, Simon!" Her voice is clearly recognisable as Holly's. "This change... I need release!"

You hold her up by her buttocks, lifting Holly's inviting pussy in front of your face. "Feel like a woman yet?" you tease. "Because I could swear this slit is tighter than it was a minute ago."

Receiving only vague groans for an answer, you start licking to relieve the tension. Flavouring her secretions to your tastes was definitely a good decision - now the juices taste like coconut milk and turmeric, just like her mother's cooking earlier. It doesn't take long to bring her to a screaming climax, after which she quickly recovers while you finish undressing.

"Oh Simon, my sister and I are under a terrible curse! She's already found the right man to lift it, but I'm still looking for someone... Will you please save poor Holly Petersen?"

Roleplay, huh? You think quickly about the right response. "Holly, tell me. Do you want me to claim you?"

"Please, yes! Make me yours!" She looks helpless and **** lying on her back.

"So be it." You bend over her naked body to whisper in your ear. "Holly Petersen, you are mine."

Just as you are about to line up to finally enter her for the first time, you halt. Wait, protection! "Holly, do you have condoms in your room?"

"Just command me to not get pregnant! I need it in me now!"

"Holly, you can't-- Wait, that's not right. Maisie, you can't--" You have trouble getting your thought out. "Maisie, don't--"

She recoils in shock. "It's the curse! It wants me to have daughters, to continue the legacy!"

You quickly get off of her. "Shit, shit, shit... do you actually have condoms in here?"

"Yeah, in the drawer of the nightstand. Can't miss them." Well, she's got that right. There are multiple different brands and sizes, presumably from all the different boyfriends she went through. You select one that seems the right size and try to put it on, but your erection has waned from the shock.

Holly- no, that's actually Maisie, dammit! Maisie takes the condom from you. "We'll have that sorted in no time", she grins and kisses the tip of your dick. After a few tender licks and sucks, accompanied by gentle hand motions, you're fluffed up and ready to go again. She puts the rubber on you and lies down on her back again expectantly.

You psych yourself up - you're really about to do this now - and line up your erection with her tight slit. You give it the gentlest push you can, and--

"STOP! STOP!" The poor girl in front of you is flailing, trying to push you off of her.

You retreat, concerned about her well-being. "Maisie, calm down! What's the matter?"

"The condom... it hurts!" Tears are flowing from Holly's cheeks. "It's never done that before"

You decide that there are more important things now than your second climax of the day, and hold your girlfriend tight in your arms. "Everything is okay, we'll find a way to deal with it. Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah..."

"Want me to try using a command to deal with it?"

"Yeah, but... actually, can you call me Holly? I want to see if that works."

You chuckle. "Wow, that committed to role-playing, huh?"

"Actually... you gave me a command as Holly before... when you said 'You are mine'... and I felt that command."

"Oh shit, does that mean... Well, we can deal with it in a bit. Holly, the pain is gone."

She gasps. "It worked!" Then the expression of shock returns to her face. "Does that mean I am Holly now?"

"I think we can test that. Maisie, your hair is blue." Maisie's hair - or you guess it's actually Holly's hair but it's currently on Maisie - look, it's complicated - actually turns the by-now familiar shade of blue you like so much on her.

"Huh, so that works as well... do you think it's because she's my sister? And we're sharing the curse?"

You're as intrigued as she is, and your brain has completely switched into scientific mode from the baseline horny you've been for the past six hours. You whisper in her ear, "Andrea Daniels".

Ms. Daniels is the chemistry teacher at your high school, and she would have been your unrequited crush if it hadn't been for Maisie. Her engagement and sunny disposition always made science classes a nice experience, even if the content was quite difficult.

And now... You have to admit that you've never seen Ms. Daniels without her ponytail. Let's face it, you've never seen her without her clothing either, but for some reason the haircut is what immediately springs to mind. That, and the fact that she's clearly experiencing heightened levels of arousal from her transformation.

So it might not be completely fair to say that your brain has switched away from horny mode entirely, but you have a curse to explore. "Ms. Daniels, you have blue hair."

After an exciting moment of nothing happening, she chimes in: "Maybe you have to use my first name? Do it, change me, I'm on the edge again!"

"Andrea, you have blue hair." It feels weird calling your teacher by her first name, even if she's naked in bed with you and not actually your teacher.

Again, Andrea's hair remains stubbornly dark.

You would love to discuss the ramifications of this right now, but unfortunately (?) your girlfriend who looks like your hottest teacher has different plans. "Doesn't work. Whatever. Fuck me, please!"

You smirk. "As you wish, Ms. Daniels!" You descend on her to kiss her breast, which looks quite large on her athletic frame, and simultaneously lower your hand towards her crotch area. You notice that she's clean shaven down there - Ms. Daniels seems to look after herself very well. As you spread her labia with your hand and try to explore to find her clit, she bucks wildly against you, fucking herself against your fingers.

"YES! Please, please, please, let me cum let me cum letmecum letmecumletmecum!"

She has become quite needy, but you guess all that neediness is ultimately your fault for making all transformations intensely pleasurable for her. You wouldn't want it any other way, however. "Maisie, cum for me." Her pleas fade into screams of pleasure once more while she covers your right hand in her love juices. As you hold it in front of your face to smell it, you determine that the smell reminds you of the lesson where Ms. Daniels taught you about Aldehydes, and let all of you take a sample of various different artificial flavourings. Cinnamon and Almond dominate the mixture, and you lick the fragrant liquids off your hand like a child getting the last drops of cake batter out of a bowl.

Maisie looks at you guilitly. "Are you satisfied?"

"I think we should talk about the curse."

"That's not what I asked. Are you satisfied?" she purrs directly into your ear. You would give anything for Ms. Daniels to use that voice in the classroom.

"I... look, can we somehow do both? Handjob?"

"Works fine for me. Lie back." As you do, she dips her hand into her own crotch for lubrication before delivering a luxurious intimate massage.

"So, addressing you as Holly worked but Ms. Daniels or Andrea didn't. I think there's something about the curse recognizing your form when you're Holly."

"Yes, but so what? Does that actually help us deal with it?"

"I don't know - if we want to remove it for good, it would be nice if we knew how it affects your whole family. You know what, can I try a command?"

"Unless it's seriously fucked up, just do it. I trust you not to make me suffer."

"Okay then. Maisie, tell me everything you know about the curse."

The rhythm of Maisie's ministration changes, moving Ms. Daniels' hand at a perfect steady pace along your cock, while she fixes your eyes with a vacant stare. "The original curse happened 400 years ago in England. A witch named Rosalind cursed my ancestor Isabel to obey her husband's orders, just like I do yours now. The curse is inherited by all female offspring of the cursed - we call them "carriers" - and it will do everything it can to ensure that every carrier produces at least one female offspring in her lifetime. As for how it activates, the first man to know about it and give a command to a carrier gains control of her - we call him the "master" - and he cannot gain control of another.

"A master can give commands to his curse carrier that must be obeyed, given that the command starts with the carrier's name. A command can be an instruction to do something, feel something, think something or become something, and will always be obeyed no matter what - if the physical shape of the carrier is to change however, that change cannot extend to any of her belongings.

"The way the curse ensures that a carrier produces offspring is by gradually increasing her libido the longer she remains without daughters. At some point, if she remains without female offspring, there is also a compulsion to tell a man - any man - about it. It starts benign and gets almost irresistible the longer our biological clock is ticking. The other way we saw first-hand today - when having sex with her controller, a carrier cannot rely on the use of contraceptives. I'm only eighteen years old, which means that it's still lenient when it comes to oral sex or other methods of avoiding conception, but eventually I would beg you to plant your seed in me, and you would gladly oblige."

You're not sure how much you will remember after this session with the way she's currently handling your dick, but you aren't complaining. Straining to form coherent sentences, you get out "And Rosalind? What about her? Did she have daughters? Maisie, tell me everything you know."

"We know there was at least one daughter to continue her line, but we do not know if she inherited Rosalind's knowledge of witchcraft, let alone passed it along to her daughters if she had any. My grandmother assumes there could still be living offspring of Rosalind to this day, and that they could interact with the curse in special ways, but we have no evidence."

Maisie's trance-like speech, coupled with the mechanical perfection of her hand movements, means that you're rapidly nearing the edge. "I'm close! Maisie, finish me!"

She gladly obliges, catching the cum spewing forth in her open hand and... before you have the presence of mind to say anything, she uses that hand to finger herself.

"Maisie! Maisie, what are you doing? You just told me about the curse bypassing contraceptives!"

She shakes out of her stupor. "Fuck! I wasn't thinking, just doing what felt right! And of course it felt extra good having your cum in my pussy, because of that fucking curse!" Tears are forming in Ms. Daniels' beautiful eyes. "What are we going to do, Simon?"

"We're going to try not to do stupid shit like that again. And if that fails, well... real talk. Would you eventually want children with me, Maisie?"

"I... I try not to think about that. Like, we're still teenagers! We shouldn't have to care about that yet! It's unfair!"

"I agree, and I'm also not ready yet. But some day, I think I would like to be a dad. And when that day comes, I hope it's with you, Maisie. I love you."

The tears are now freely flowing from Andrea's eyes. "I love you too."